Fluff One Shots // Smut One Shots

Oh fuck me (smut)

Warnings: BDSM, Bondage, Oral (male and female), Sex toys.

Can be overwhelming for a few viewers, discretion advised.

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The doorknob turned as I set down my glass of water. My leg crossed over the other, thigh visible from the slit of the black knee-length dress. I swept back my hair over the shoulder, "You're home." A perfectly normal statement, however, it isn't much normal if it is laced with the anticipation of what is to unfold.

He walked in, smooth and silent. My posture straight and expecting, waiting on every breath of his. James towered above me. I eyed him as he placed his work-bag and other stuff on a table.

The lights were already dim, sensual music vibrating from the speakers around. He had a bouquet of flowers and a box of, I'm guessing, chocolates. I smirked, he knows me well.

James moves to a drawer behind me and takes out some stuff - some hand cuffs, and a vibrator. He places the vibrator with some lube first on the table to my left. The hand cuffs jingle in the hands of their master next. I could have a good look at his ass from this angle, but I know better than to be impatient. I just kept an eye on him from the periphery of my vision. He lastly, removed and folded his tie with both hands as he placed them.

He takes four long, slow strides to a chair and pulls it from between his legs to sit directly in front of me. He had placed the box of chocolates and the flowers to my right, on another table. He eyes the bouquet, tracing his fingers along the wrapping paper. Finally, the fingers pull a single flower away from its peers, into the clutches of this man. He examines the flower as if it's the most important point of attention in this moment.

I uncross my legs.

He breathes in the delicate scents of the flower, as if my own perfume wasn't enough to make entire orchards fragrant. My chocolatey vanilla scent swirled in the air to meet with his fresh eucalyptus cologne. Oh the things that his perfume does to me.

It seemed like he was done with the flower, and ready to use it for its intended purpose when he leaned forward, wedging his legs between mine causing me to open them.

James looked at my left leg, "Up."

I lifted it and placed it on the armrest of his chair, giving him the perfect view of what was already a heated spot.

He smirked, knowing the control he has over me.

The stem of the flower found itself to be subjected to the soft grip of his teeth as he put it in his mouth. He took the box calmly off the table onto his lap and popped its lid, uncovering what it turned out to be chocolate-covered strawberries. He let me take them in with my eyes, looking at me intently, seeing what it does to me. He pushed his knees apart a little, opening mine up more. My dress had already begun to snag up, exposing my thighs.

The flower's head traced against the insides of my left ankle, James knowing well how to put it to use. He feathered it further up my calf, dragging it up to my knees.

A moan from me.

He took it further, grazing my thighs with the soft petals, it was getting harder for me to stay still and not squirm. But I couldn't allow myself to squirm. He loved that the most, seeing me trying to break free of his grip on my wrists, or me digging my nails in his back, scratching him up wildly in the hopes that I can escape. Driving me to the edge of losing all control and then pushing me off that cliff, making me the perfect little slave to his will. I won't say I don't like that. I love that but I also love seeing how far he'd tease me, how much can he tease me to get me to submit - this was the best part. Even better than being tied to the bed and being pegged senseless to the point I've forgone begging and crying for mercy because I know it won't work - he will do as he pleases - which was to please me endlessly.