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Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, dirty talk, rough actions, rough unprotected sex, creampie, oral (m rec), slight degradation, use of daddy, hair pulling, choking, biting, scratching, just filth
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The drive home from the party was silent.
You knew what you did.
You knew what was coming, and it was all part of your plan.
As soon as you got home and parked in the driveway, Colby gets out. He walks around to open your door, and you glance up at him with a smirk as you get out.
He clenches his jaw and nods towards the door, "Go."
You raise your brows, "Now you finally wanna say something." You hear him chuckle and close the car door as you head towards the house.
You pull your key from your purse, and slip it into the lock. As soon as the door is open, Colby has his hands on your waist, and you're pushed against the wall.
"You think you can do what you did all fucking night and just walk free?" His nose brushes against your cheek, "Wearing this dress, grinding your ass against me every chance you got?"
You swallow, "It's just a dress."
"It's not." Colby laughs quietly, "You know this dress is short, you know that one wrong move and you're showing everyone your tits."
"But I didn't." You argue, mainly just to get him going - and it's working.
"Fine, you want to be a brat, tease me all goddamn night. I'll do it to you." He steps back, pushing your waist, "Go upstairs."
"Why can't we-"
Colby slides his hand up to your hair, grabbing a tight fistful, "Keep it up and I'll stop at the worst time."
You take a deep breath, wincing as he tightens his grip, "Fuck, okay." He lets go and you walk up to the bedroom, sitting on the bed to wait.
A few minutes later, Colby walks up. His leather jacket off his body, leaving him in his black tank top and jeans.
"Stand up." Colby's voice is deep, "Now."
You rise to your feet, a smirk toying at your lips as you look down. You compose yourself, looking up at Colby walks to the dresser.
Your heart rate picking up as he pulls out a pair of leather cuffs, "Wrists, baby." Colby walks over, his eyes trailing up your body as you extend your arms out in front of you.
You watch as he gently places the padded leather around each wrist, then suddenly you're on your back, looking up at Colby as he crawls over you.
His hand grabs the metal links in between and pins your wrists above your head, "If you want to act like a slut, I'll treat you like one."
