admiring his work

; chapter five

he pops the lid off, pouring some onto his fingers and throwing the bottle back in the drawer after quickly popping the lid back on. he pushes you down for good measure and pushes your legs up a bit.
"you've been teasing me all day, love,"
he spoke. you cowered down a little, a bit nervous for the prepping part.
"you've been such a disgusting whore, you know that?"
you whimper pathetically, knowing what he's saying is completely true. he slides one finger in you, making your back arch.
"there you are. good boy."
you wince a little in discomfort, but you're determined to stay still and to be good for him.
"are you ready darling?"
he asks, holding two fingers up. you whine softly, nodding quickly.
"words. use them."
he snaps.
"y-yes please sir, please."
he smiles.
"good fucking slut"
he growls as he pushes a second finger inside.
"f-fuck i cant— sir, it feels.. fucking good—" he looks up at you, making eye contact as his pace quickens.
"cant even form a sentence, pathetic whore."
you pant and whine with every thrust of his fingers, making you needier with every passing moment. without warning, he slips in a third, making you cry out loudly.
"there it is, that's my good fucking boy."
you can't help but squirm and writhe under him, his touch becoming overwhelming.
"sir please.. i can't— i'm so close.."
he took this as his queue to slide his fingers out carefully. you whimpered at the loss of his fingers, immediately wanting so much more.
"s-sir?"
you asked softly.
"hm? what is it dear?"
he asked sweetly, concerned that something was wrong.

"please fuck me."