Death by your lovers hand (Sterek hella smut)

Chapter twentyeight | brat ⚠️smut⚠️

(Stiles POV)

It was my first time spending the night at his house since what happened. We did it cuz I/we had therapy the next day and it was easier. Things had gone back to normal. But everything that happened was still fresh. I still cried a lot. I still spent hours screaming and begging for his forgiveness. Wether it was over the phone, him being over there or me imagining him there. "Hey sti." He called from the couch where he was doing work. I broke out of my train of thought "yeah?" I asked. "Can you get me a water, please?" He asked. I smiled "yes sir.". I grabbed a glass and filled it with ice and water. I brought it too him. "Thank you baby." He mumbled at me. "No problem.." I answered. I stood there for a second. Watching him. He was writing things down. From what I could gather it was taxes. His hand stopped. I looked up at him. He was grinning. "Do you know how to do taxes, my love?" He asked. I shook my head yes. "Who taught you?" He inquired. "Well. My mom. She did the taxes. When she died I was in charge of them." I explained. "A 12 year old doing taxes?" He asked. "13. And it was okay. My dad paid the bills. I did the taxes. He fixed the cars. I made dinner. He cleaned the house. I did yard work. He got me ready for school. I took care of him when he was drunk. We split stuff in half." I said "seems like you got the bitter end of that deal." I smirked. "I Thought I was a lucky kid for awhile. Until I found out my dad was a mean drunk." I laughed. He didn't though. "What did he do?" He asked. I smiled at him. "It's not important now. Life is better." I said. I started to walk away "did I dismiss you?" He asked. I stopped and turned around to look at him. "I didn't know I needed your permission." I Spat. He stood up. "I think we should add that to are rules. I'm in charge of your coming and going." He mumbled. I smirked. "Okay. We need exceptions to that rule." I agreed. "If we're in a fight, you can leave and come back as you wish. If we are in front of people you have free will unless I explicitly say so. Is that okay?" He asked. I thought. "Andddddddddddd if your not good in bed I can leave on free will." I responded. He smirked. "Bitch. I'm always good in bed." He chuckled. "Whatever you say faggot." I laughed out. He growled with smile. "You being a brat?" He asked. I smiled. "I don't know man." I answered. He stepped forward and grabbed my jaw. "Don't call me "man" that's not how you address me." He said sternly. I opened my mouth to my best ability's and spat in his eye. He snapped. He pushed me down on my ass. "If you can get to the bed before I take off my pants I'll fuck you on there. if not I'm doing you on the floor." He growled. I immediately bolted. Running as fast as I could to the bedroom. Every time I tripped my heart dropped. Fear and oh so much arousal made my head dissy and my heart race. When I was only at the 4th step and I heard his pants drop to the floor I knew I was fucked. I ran up the stairs as fast I could determined to at least not get fucked on the steps. I tripped right before the bed. Before I could get up I heard him behind me at the door. I turned back. He looked like a monster. Eyes glowing blue, Talons drawn and fangs out. I cried out. I tried my best to get on the bed but when he picked me up by my hair while I was still down... I knew it was all over. "IM SORRY DEREK!! I WONT DO IT AGAIN." I cried he grabbed my neck and pinned me down "sorry? Oh my poor little cumdump. Sorry gets you mercy. And you are not getting that." He tore off my shirts and pants and let me go. I knew what he was going for. The bag. I tried to crawl away. "I thought you were my obedient boy... my good boy. Your a liar." He growled. "Please don't Derek... I'm sorry. I'll be your good boy. I promise. Don't use it!" He pulled out a thing of rope. I made a run for the door but he caught me. "Oh no. Is my prey trying to run away. I can't have that." He pulled me over to the bed. He tied my legs to my arms and tied my arms to the polls and the foot of the bed. My boxers were still on to cover me. I looked at him. My heart pounding. Sweat on my brow already. So horny. So excited. So scared to a primal level. Which made it better. He kissed rough hickeys onto my chest. It hurt really bad... It made my tip leak. "Your such a dog for my lips slut." He groaned. "Before we start. Can I hit you stiles?" He asked. "Yes." I whined. "Can I hurt you?" He asked again. "Yes." I answered. "What's the safe word?" He questioned. "Iceland?" I proposed. "Too long." He groaned. "Peru?" I mumbled "sounds good baby. You ready to continue?" I shook my head yes desperately. He licked my nipple. I shivered with pleasure. He grabbed it and massaged it between his fingers. My whole body felt hot. It felt so good. He pulled and twisted lightly. Then he leaned down and hit the bud. I tried to kick but I just moaned. He grabbed my mouth. "Shut. The. Fuck. Up." He commanded. I whined as he started playing with there other. Dick ached in my underwear. I needed him to touch me. He stood up and took off his pants. Be uncovered my mouth and immediately inserted his dick. He didn't let me get used to it before he hammered in. His whole thing didn't fit in my mouth but enough to make me gag and cry did. When I was little I always worried that if I got in a BDSM relationship that there wouldn't be love cause of the violence. But the way he covered my ears because the sound of blowjobs make m nauseous showed me that even though I was being used as a cocksleve I was still his equal and he still loved me. I smiled around his dick as he started to go faster. All I could hear was my heart beat. I looked up at him. He looked at hot as the first night I have him a blowie. A pretty pretty cum face. He looked down at me. He spat in my face. I read his lips and he said "how's that feel whore?". He pulled out. I gasped. I didn't realized I needed air. He moved his hands away from my ears and slapped me. I moaned "what did I say about being quiet. "I'm sorry.." I cried. He slapped me again. I kept my moan back. "Oh that's a good slut. See. You can be a good boy. You just chose to be a bully huh? Hopefully I can fuck the brat out of you." I
He mummered. He looked down at my dick. "Does it hurt?" He asked. I shook my head yes. "Good." He growled. He slowly cut the fabric in half. Started from the hem, and over my cock and over my asshole. I whined. He laughed. "Oh your so turned on..." he whispered. All of the sudden he slapped it. "NNNGH! Ahhhhh~" I moaned. He looked up at me. He grabbed his underwear and shoved it in my mouth. "Maybe that'll shut you up." He Spat. It was so degrading. I loved it. "He stroked my cock a little. "Let's flip a coin. Heads I give you a blowjob. Tails i fuck your ass and leave you with blue balls." He grabbed a coin from the coin. He flipped it in front of me. Heads.. heads...heads... I repeated in my head. When he flipped it and I saw they head I was so excited... "OH! Did I mention if you get head your punishment continues for longer?" He asked with a smile. I whined. He bent down and licked my dick. It was red and angry. He rapped his mouth around it and that was enough. To much teasing. I noises were covered with the "gag" as I came in his mouth. He looked up and spat it back in my face. "The fuck is wrong with you?" He asked with a laugh. "God your pathetic! Can't last a second.." my dick slowly softened. He angrily grabbed my thighs and lubed himself. He pushed in and I realized how overstimulated I was. My protests were covered by the cloth in my mouth he took his out. "Ow... please Derek! It's too much.." I whimpered. He smiled. I whined. "Your so mean!" I pouted. "Oh I know hunny. I'm such a bad man. But just let the bad man use your ass and you can rest." He whispered. I felt a shock in my dick as it twitched but stayed flaccid. "Remember sti.. Peru if you need it." He reminded as he put his hands on the bed post for support. "You too..." I moaned. He started pounding at a good pace not to fast but still overstimulating. I gasped out as he hit my prostate. "Derek..." I whined. "God your such a filthy slut... at least you can take my cock." He groaned. He slapped me as he started going faster. He grabbed my jaw and spat at me again. I was so far gone. My hole hurt but it felt so good. "Der!" I grunted. He smiled. "Good whore." He whispered. I was getting closer. I was panting. "Yes, yes, yes!" I repeated. "Fucking cockslut. Your so useless you know that. Just a worthless fuck slave." He growled. "I-I... t-think im gonna cum.." I moaned. "Don't you dare bitch. You hold it in tramp." I tired holding it back but he was to far behind. "I can't! Please let me cum!" I begged. He slapped me. "After me!" He groaned and went even faster. I started to cry. "Shit! Shit! Shit!" I moaned. "God you feel so good!" He moaned. He moved his hand down and choked me. I was blissed out and crying. "GOD!! I'm gonna cum baby..." he growled. I smiled as tears drenched my face. He gave a few good thrust before cunning in me. The warm ness made me shiver. "Good god..." he groaned. I whined. He smiled at me. He bent down to suck the head of my cock. Again I came pretty quick. This time I lasted a minute but still not very good. I gasped and laughed. "Oh my god..." I groaned. I put my head down. I started crying and giggling. He looked up at me. "Hey... what wrong?" He asked starting to untie me. "I don't know... that was amazing... I was so scared. But so turned on. I'm so happy. I also hurt so bad." I explained. "Let's get you on the bed. Okay?" He asked and I shook my head yes. He gently laid me down and started rubbing my legs. "God that feels good." I groaned. He smiled. "I love you stiles... you did amazing... did you learn your lesson?" He mumbled to me. "I love you more. I did. I'm sorry for how I acted." I replied. He leaned in and pecked my lips. He started to retract but I grabbed him. "No.. kiss me." I whined. He chuckled and kissed me. I tried to slip tongue but was denied. He pushed my hands away and went back to rubbing my soar body. "We'll need to ice your cheeks so they don't bruise." he sighed. "Why?" I asked. "If we don't, people will ask questions. Then they'll find out." He groaned. "Okay. Let them find out." I mumbled. He looked up at me when such glee. "Really?" He asked. I chuckled "sure sweetheart." He leaned in and kissed me all over my face. "Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you!" He squealed. I smiled. "I love you der." I whispered. "I love you too baby boy." He said with a smile.