Random Imagines {REQUESTS ON HOLD}

Asa Butterfield {Requested} (smut)

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WARNING: Master-slave dynamic

Note: I'm just writing from what the internet has allowed me to know.

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You glanced at the time, trying to focus on the dishes rather than the heat that had been gathering between your legs all morning. Asa had woken you up just before he left, promising to let you finish as long as you listened to rules two, three, and seven (with rule one implied). 

Rule one, always listen to Asa. Rule two, no touching yourself. Rule three, no leaving the house. Rule seven, only wear what Asa put you in all day. 

You rubbed your ankle with your other foot, trying to get the idea of your hands wandering below the lacy panties covering your slick heat out of your head. You hummed a song, putting a dish onto a drying rack and looked at the clock again. Two minutes had passed. You groaned, squeezing your eyes shut. Maybe something on TV would help. Abandoning your dish quest for later, you curled up on the couch, shoving a pillow between your legs and then putting one on your lap so you weren't tempted to touch. Nothing good was playing on TV and you grumbled to yourself, staring at some usual rom-com playing. 

Asa would be home in three hours and twenty-nine minutes. You tried to occupy yourself, reading a book, cleaning your closet. By the time you'd color coded your shoes only an hour had passed. Two hours seventeen minutes. You walked downstairs, lacing your fingers over your head and trying to keep them as far away from any possible areas of arousal. 

After pacing for five minutes you went back to the dishes, trying to ignore all the things Asa had promised he'd do to you. 

"Just be good." You repeated the words to yourself, finally getting all the dishes cleaned up. The house was spotless and you were still unable to focus on anything. You thought about organizing Asa's closet, taking one step inside before your body flooded with heat. The small space smelled like him, so overpowering that you nearly ran out. 

"Just be good. Just be good, (Y/N)." You went back downstairs, pacing back and forth again. You were pretty sure you were going to make holes in the kitchen floor by doing it for so long. The spring sun outside called for you, but you restrained yourself, knowing Asa could track if nay door opened. No going outside. 

"Behave, dammit!" You yelled at yourself, clenching your fists. You tried again to distract yourself with something on TV and it failed again till you finally gave in to the dirty tricks Asa had played this morning. 

He'd woken you up with his head between your legs, tongue doing sinful things to your heat, and just as you reached the edge he climbed out of bed, told you the rules, and disappeared into the bathroom. When he came back out, water dripping from his hair onto his bare chest, he detailed exactly how he was going to tie you up and have his way with you when he got home. 

You squeezed your eyes shut, two fingers rolling over your clit as you imagined Asa being there, panting while he was buried in you. You imagined the feeling of his hands pinning yours down, how he would tie you to the bed and spread you out. 

You got lost in your thoughts and as you reached the tip of your high Asa's voice broke your thoughts.

"What are you doing?" You scrambled to your feet, putting your hands behind your back and looking down at the floor. He wasn't supposed to be back for another half hour.

"I come back here, so ready to give my good girl what she wants and here she is breaking my rules." 

"Sorry, sir." 

"Did I say you could speak?" You shook your head, not looking up. Asa's fingers dragged across your bare back and before you could react his hand landed hard against your ass. You restrained a squeak and kept your eyes on the ground.