Norman Reedus Imagines

Mr. and Mrs. Reedus -Part 4

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DADDY!

Norman spotted me amongst the crowd. I saw his eyes narrow as he took in my worn appearance. His gaze threatening me, almost daring me to say a word to someone. I didn't of course. I knew my punishment would be worse tonight. It's been a while since I got some real sleep but I wasn't complaining. This was his week after all.

I turned away from his line of sight and grabbed a glass of wine. As I brought it up to my lips, an iron fist wrapped around my thin wrist, stopping me from the tasting the bitter and fruity refreshment. I looked up to see Norman's dangerously dark blue orbs throwing me daggers.

"I know what you're doing." He said.

"I wasn't doing anything." I spoke lowly with my head down.

"You know exactly what you were doing. Coming here... dressed like that." Norman eyed my little black dress that stuck way too high on my thighs. He licked his lips as his eyes traveled down on my legs.

"You bought me this dress." I snickered.

Norman's threatening gaze was immediately meeting my own once more. The little burst of courage I had was suddenly gone as I saw his dilated pupils. "You think you're funny don't you!?" He growled in my ear. "Wearing this dress in front of these hungry men..." He traced the spaghetti strap with his fingers before snapping the strap harshly against my shoulder. I winced in anticipation. "You've been a bad girl sweetheart."

"I haven't." I pleaded.

"Oh but you a have. Good girls don't dress like whores." Norman gripped my hip with other hand and pulled my body hard against his. I could feel his half erect cock against my side. "You gonna pay for wearing this dress tonight and for acting like a dirty little slut. Don't forget who's whore you are." I rapidly nodded.

He grabbed at my clothed pussy and squeezed hard. "Who owns you?" His breath was hot against my cheek.

"Please Norman, people are looking." I whimpered.

"Let them. Let them see who you belong to." He replied.

"Please." I tried again.

"Who do you belong to!?" He barked, his hand harshly molesting my womanhood.

"Yours. I'm your whore." I whispered.

"And don't you forget it" Norman hissed in my ear.

"Never Daddy-O." I quipped.

Norman narrowed his eyes, sizing me up and down again. "Just wait until we get home." His threat gave me shivers down my spine, the kind that made even my legs wiggle. "Smartass." He remarked.

"That's who you are." I raised my brow at him accompanied with a smirk. "Daddio." I repeated my new version of the nickname.

Norman licked his lips and snickered. "You're insatiable."

I moaned as his bare erection rubbed against my slit for a brief second. Norman was in the process of tying my hands to the headboard of the bed. He didn't even hesitate in completing his task when our sexes brushed together. He pulled on my writs to see if the one tie was sufficient. We weren't at home so naturally, Norman had to improvise with props. He slowly slid down my body, purposely rubbing his naked flesh against mine, knowing the friction would drive me mad. It worked. Norman's strong fingers wrapped around my throat and squeezed. I gasped as the spark of electricity ran down my spine.