5SOS Imagines

Who's The Bitch? Part 2 (A.I)

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     Ashton stared at his watch for the fourth time in two minutes, and grunted in annoyance.
      He was growing impatient and fast, his eyes occasionally flickering to the front door from his chair in the living room, and then to the enclosed box next to his foot.
      Y/N would be home any minute now, and the mere thought of the events that will happen within the next hour had his cock stirring underneath his jeans. He hated that he loved punishing her.
      In his defense, she knew well of the the consequence when she decided to tie him up at tease the shit out of him- the second time.
      He had let the promise of a consequence linger in her conscience for a week now, feigning indifference to the point she could help but assume he forgot.
     But he didn't.
     At that very moment, the front door opened and his lover waltzed in, humming softly to herself as she shucked off her heels, oblivious to his presence. She set her purse beside her heels when Ashton's voice flooded the apartment.
     "Hello, Kitten."
     She froze instantly, her breath visibly hitching at the pet name, face flushing as she straightened, turning to "Mister's Chair"- the seat Ashton had called her from.
      "Why don't you come over here?"

       This was Ashton's favorite part of their intimate rendezvous; the foreplay. He especially loved the way the nervous girl obeyed his command and scuttled to him, her cheeks burning as she bit her lips innocently.
      It was Casual Friday at her work, so she wore simple denim jeans and a soft blue button-up- cute, but far too many clothes for Ashton's liking.
      "Strip." He said flatly.
        She nodded solemnly, hanging her head as she took off the offending items, leaving her in a black bra and green cotton boyshorts. Again- cute, but still too much.
       "Did I say to stop?" He growled, clutching the chair's arm rests in a quick reminder to contain himself. "Keep going."
       The blush had now blossomed from her cheeks and down to her neck, unclasping her bra and letting it fall to her feet in front of her, her soft breasts and erect nipples made his cock twitch, but his desires were momentarily on the back burner. When she reached for the hem of her panties, it took everything in Ashton to speak.
        "Turn around and bend over, babygirl. Mister wants to see that pretty ass of yours.
        Like a good girl, she obeyed, her ass in full display as she bent over, her panties complimenting her skin as she dragged them down her legs, revealing a glistening pussy that had Ashton wetting his lips.
        But patience is a virtue.
        "You know what to do next, Love" he huffed, patting his knee. "Be a good girl and you'll get a reward."
         This was always Ashton's ultimate test of self control. She turned and approached him and the chair, laying herself over his knees so that her bum was in the air, ready for her secretly favorite part.
        "Do you know why you're about to be spanked?"
         She mumbled something incoherently, so Ashton gave her a quick slap on the exposed skin, causing her to yelp.
       "Answer loud enough so Mister can understand you." He said simply, his hand caressing the reddening skin. "Now answer me again- properly this time- why are you being spanked?"
       "Because I tied you up again!" She gasped, her voice wavering due to the unexpected pain he had delivered her.
       "Damn right you fucking did." He growled, giving her two more harsh blows on alternating cheeks. "I told you not to- and I warned you what would happen, didn't I?" He spat.
        He paused, recollecting himself and swallowing his anger, the sound of her panting sending a wave of calmness through him.
        "You look so good like this, you know that? Your ass is such a pretty shade of pink."
         He gave her five more spanks, each one being responded with a yelp that consisted of both euphoria and pain, her breath coming out in rapid shallow gasps by the time he was done.
        Ashton praised her, dipping two fingers into her wet cunt in reward, biting his lip as she let out a mewl in satisfaction.
        She began to rut on his fingers and knee, leaving arousal in her wake that soaked through his jeans and shot straight to his aching dick.
        He scissored her open for him, reveling in the soft whimpers that escaped her pretty lips, before his needs came bubbling out of his throat.
       "On your knees, babygirl. Hands behind your back like I like em'"
        "Yes sir" she whispered, quick to erase the pout that nearly emitted from her due to the loss of contact.
        He shucked off his jeans and boxers as she arranged herself, his thick cock slapping up to his stomach, before being grasped in his hand.
        He watched in admiration as his girlfriend opened her mouth without being told, sticking out her tongue with hungry eyes.
       "You want a taste?" He questioned, but her frantic head nodding answered his question halfway through.
       He happily obliged, tapping the head of his cock on her greedy lips and sighing in relief as she began to suck him off, her warm mouth doing wonders against his fiery skin.
       "Oh fuck" he hummed, enjoying the way her mouth took his cock without difficulty (anymore, at least. Lots of practice took care of that)
        She hallowed her cheeks, snaking her tongue along his veins that had him struggling with his composure, his hand gathering her hair into a makeshift ponytail- so he had something to hold onto.
       "That's it, baby girl. Take my fucking cock" he instructed, his own moans trembling his words.
       She did as told, sucking his cock like she was made for it until Ashton was pulling her off, his cock twitching at the obscene pop her mouth made when she released him.
     "You wanna come, babygirl?" He asked, and smirked as she replied with a desperate, needy whine.
     "Please, Mister. I need your cock so fucking bad." She panted.
     He nodded, standing to his feet and beckoning her to stand as well. "Very well then, turn and hold onto the chair, baby."
     She did so, teasingly shaking her ass for him as she grabbed onto the same armrests he had clutched earlier.
     He grabbed her cheeks in both hands, spreading her cheeks to get a good look at her holes, smirking to himself and remembering to touch bases with that on a later date. Holding one hand onto her waist with one hand, he guided her pussy onto his cock with his other, both moaning in unison at the feeling of each other.
      She was always so warm and tight, enough to drive him fucking mad and craving her 24/7.
      He pulled back, before snapping his hips forward and filling her to the hilt, her warmth causing him to pause in need of recollection.
      "You don't know how bad I want to fuck the shit out of you, babygirl." He cooed, leaning over her and brushing her hair away from the nape of her neck. "You feel so good around my cock."
    With that, he straightened himself and held onto her hips tightly, before fucking her fast and rough, her balls slapping against her ass as she held onto Mister's Chair for dear life, moaning his name obscenely.
     Once he found a steady rhythm, he slipped a hand down to her clit and began rubbing it furiously, smirking as his girl began begging for a release.
      "Who owns this pussy of yours baby?" He growled, pressing particularly hard on her clit with the pet name, and she responded instantly.
      "You Ashton! You-you-you please let me come" she whined, the rate of his thrusts punctuating her syllables.
      "Damn right I fucking do. Come on my cock babygirl. Let the neighbors know who's making you feel this good"
        She came hard around him with a wail, her thighs shaking and clutching the chair with white knuckles, her hair bouncing along with her body and tits. Without letting her calm down, he pulled her flesh against his chest and continued to pump his cock into her, grabbing handfuls of her soft breasts as he chased his release.
         A few more thrusts and he was coming, muffling his moan with a hot kiss on her exposed neck, her fluttering, overstimulated pussy milking his release.
     He remained in her, clinging onto the tight warmth until it was too much to handle, pulling out and admiring their mixed seed running down her thigh. He knelt down to the box, opening the lid and pulling out a wash cloth and lotion, and promptly began to clean her up and soothe her still redden skin, reveling in her soft skin and sighs of contempt.
      "Thank you baby." He spoke after they both regained composure. "You were so good for me. You learned your lesson though, right?"
       She looked over her shoulder and into his eyes, giving him a playful wink.
       "Maybe..."