(Requested) Sticks & Stones May Break My Bones[Chris Motionless X Sub!Reader!]

Well. I decided to take Chris up on that "Same time next week," offer. And man, was it good. But that wasn't enough for us. Believe me, sex was good. But we deicded it'd be better to have a relationship. He was a pretty sweet guy. Creepy, imtimidating, sure. But he was over-protective and a hopeless romantic all the same. It didn't take long to figure out he many kinks. The way he treated me the first and second time, I knew I was in for a rough ride. Lots of BDSM. That, I was prepared for. But this. This was something ulta degrading, and mostly in the works of naughty adult novels. The moment I stepped through that playroom door, I was his slave. It was pretty fun, sure. I'd beg him for release, clench my eyes shut to keep from moaning, kiss or suck almost anything to please him. When I was good, I was rewarded. When I was bad, I got whipped, waxed, choked, or spanked. The inner masoist in me loved the punishments better than the rewards. But it's not like I'd ever tell him. 

I hopped in the car, making the daily route from work to home. This particular day, Chris had told me he had planned something 'special'. A.K.A. something that should be making my panties soaked. I rub my legs together under my tight, black pencil skirt, trying to create some friction down there. Just thinking about it was enough to make me weak in the knees and cum in my panties. Speaking of which, they weren't present. This morning, he told me part of the surprise meant that I had to go commando for the whole day. Pleasantly surprised no one at the office noticed. 

After a good 30 minutes of being stuck in rush hour, I was finally pulling into the driveway. I grabbed my little briefcase and walked inside, my heels clacking on the pavement. I went inside the house and set my briefcase down on the entryway table. Chris wasn't anywhere in sight. I glanced in the mirror. There was a post-it note stuck to the side of it. Intrigued, I peel it off and read it. 

"Playroom ASAP. No clothes."

I bit my lip hard, toying with my lip ring. I wonder what's going on? I kick off my heels and shimmy out of my pencil skirt. I slowly unbuttoned my blouse, then toss it aside. The cool air of the house instantly sent goosebumps down my exposed skin. Shivering lightly, I walked to the playroom. Chris still wasn't in sight. Something caught my eye, however. A bright yellow post it note sticking up from the toy rack.  I raised my eyebrow. I walked over there, peeling off the Post it note. It was stuck on a brand new, black body-wand. I bit my lip harder.

"Have fun."

There had to be some kind of catch, like always. But for now I was going to enjoy this. The batteries were already loaded into it, and I was lubed up enough from my own wetness. I pressed the on button. It vibrated and massaged my hand. Grinning slightly, i walked over to one of the benches that was in our playroom and sat down. I opened my legs slowly, massaging the body-wand outside of my plump, wet lips. 

Suddenly, the door swung open. There was the catch. One of the most degrading things of all. Being watched. And it wasn't just one person. It was two. Chris decided to bring along a friend, Mr. Marilyn Manson. Both smiling cheekily, the walked over to the opposite side of the room and sat down. I swallowed hard, my cheeks burning from embarrassment. My eyes were wide with quite apparent fear. 

'Just pretend we're not here," Marilyn sad, kicking his feet back. I held back a snort and an eye-roll. I sighed, closing my eyes. They're not there. I moved the body-wand up and down, each time it moved it sent a shock wave of new pleasure. It was so good. I'm surprised I hadn't been punished for moaning so loudly.  Every now and then, I'd open my eyes and take a peek at them. They stared at me transfixed, their pants growing ever tighter. Smirking, I finally settled the body-wand directly on my clit. I moved it around slightly, creating friction. I was so close. Keeping my eyes open completely, watching their reactions, I played with my left tit as the orgasm began building up in my lower tummy. I pinched my nipple hard, cumming seconds later. I was practically screaming at the top of my lungs. Panting, I got an approving gaze from Chris. Not bad, slut. Not bad. I mentally gave myself a pat on the back.