“Excuse me?” You stare at him, his towering frame filling the bedroom door. There’s a cheeky smirk on his lips, waiting for you to obey his request.
“You heard me,” Jughead says, stepping forward and gripping your chin. The callouses on his hands are rough against your skin. He leans down as if to kiss you, but instead whispers against your lips, “I’d suggest complying, baby. I won’t ask nicely next time.” His hand leaves your chin, wrapping around your throat, squeezing ever so slightly. For a moment, you contemplate disobeying.
“Yes, my love, anything for you,” you say softly. The glint in his eye suggests you chose the correct answer. You wait for him to position himself on the bed, his erection standing at attention, waiting for you. Crawling on the bed, you work your way to him, caressing his thighs and stomach before leaving a small kiss on the tip of his cock. It twitches from the contact, a drop of precum seeping out.
“Baby…” He warns, his patience running thin. Wanting to avoid another punishment, you quickly position yourself as he demanded. His hands grip your hips, guiding you over his cock, rubbing it between your folds. “You’re so wet for me, baby.”
“Only for you, my love. Please…” You don’t even finish your plea as he pushes his hips up, sinking himself to the hilt inside you. A gasp escapes your lips, the fullness of him overwhelming. Suddenly, the initial embarrassment of the reverse cowgirl position you felt no longer matters.
“You’re so beautiful, baby. That’s it, bounce on my cock.” Jughead’s hands wander over your ass, feeling the softness of the cheeks. Without warning, there’s a sharp sting as he brings his hand down on you. You gasp but the pain mixes with the pleasure. “Don’t you fucking stop,” he growls, rubbing the stinging area with his palm. Soon, you begin to feel the familiar sensation of your orgasm approaching.
“My love… please,” you pant, the pressure building quickly.
“Don’t you dare come,” he groans sternly.
“B-but I can’t – ”
“If you come before me, baby, there will be consequences.” You bite your lip, not faltering in your pace, but struggling to keep your orgasm at bay.
“Please, my love. I need to come,” you cry out.
“Not. Yet.” Jughead’s breathing becomes increasingly ragged. Another sharp sting comes down on your ass and it takes everything in you to hold off the pleasure. “I’m close, baby. You ready?”
“Yes, my love… yes…” You’re trembling now, unsure of how much longer you can hold off.
“Now, baby. Come for me.” As if on cue, you explode, clenching around his cock as you feel his seed filling you up. You collapse, legs giving out.
“Good girl, I’m so proud of you,” he says gently. You can feel him softening inside you and you whimper softly from the loss. “Come here, baby.” You can barely feel your legs as you lift yourself off him. He guides you into his arms and you lay your head on his chest.
“Thank you, my love.” Strong arms hold you tighter, pulling you impossibly close. Your eyes begin to flutter closed, the exhaustion becoming too much. You must have fallen asleep because you wake to the soft sound of him calling to you.
“Baby, I need to clean you up.” Nodding, you watch as he produces a washcloth and begins to wipe down your legs and center, careful to avoid the sensitive bud. The warmth of the cloth and the gentleness of his actions make you smile. “I’m gonna need you to turn over now, love.” You gingerly flip yourself, feeling a bit sore. He begins to place kisses on the handprints he left, soothing the red, raised skin. You shiver a bit as he rubs some oil onto it as well. “All done, my love. Now we can get some sleep.” You nod, tucking yourself back into his chest, eyes already closed.
