Pretty Boy (BDSM)

One: "You're So Pretty"

"Babyyy, nooo," you whined. Your boyfriend was slowly inching his hand up your thigh. You had to finish this homework assignment; you were already behind in class. "I can't help it, babyboy. Just, really quick; pleaseee?" He begged as he reached into his grey, loose-fitting sweatpants. You just glare at him and try to continue your work. However, you can't help but find yourself looking over at him as he looks you straight in the eyes while he palms himself. You slowly trace your eyes from his crotch, up. You reach his stomach, you loved when he was shirtless, he wasn't the strongest or buffest guy around but you loved his body. His slightly chubby belly was just so perfect when you two were cuddling. It was so pale but warm and a great source of comfort for days when depression got the best of you. You look up, reaching his chest. His soft chest that also can make an amazing pillow. When you fell asleep on his chest you can almost physically feel the beat of his heart. You would always listen to it and try to think of songs that would match his rhythm. When you reached his lips you watched as he bit his lip and smirked. This led you to look into his eyes; they were filled with pure bliss as they stared right back into yours. Damn. "Fuck it, fine," you gave in. He literally leaped at you and growled, "why do you always have to be so fucking difficult? You know you can't resist your daddy's cock babyboy." He spoke to you with a grin, and without hesitation, he put his fingers to your lips. "Suck, slut," he demanded. You immediately obliged. He shoved his digits down your throat; most likely preparing you for what was to come next. You felt his body grinding slowly and roughly against yours. You moan around his two fingers and push your abdomen into his, but suddenly you feel him shove you back down and his fingers slam to the back of your throat, "shut the fuck up my little bitch," he snarled, "you're mine. You keep your sweet little ass still and quiet. If I hear one whimper out of you; you'll fucking regret it." Then you felt his fingers, coated with your thick saliva, wrap around your throat. He held you down as he reached towards the dresser by the side of the bed; he grabbed a thick, silky black cloth. He used this to blindfold you before you felt his hot breath against your neck. His lower lip made soft contact with your earlobe before you heard him whisper in your ear, "now how should I reward such a good, good boy?" You didn't know how to respond, you we're speechless. He always left you like this. So vulnerable. Just begging to be fucked senseless. You just couldn't help but only let out a small, desperate moan. You felt him grab your shirt and pull it over and off of you. He growled underneath his breath, "you're so pretty," before you felt his tongue run down your neck so painfully slowly. Your breathing only got heavier as you felt his tongue reach and trace around your nipples carefully; you're still pretty sensitive since surgery. After he finished, he softly kissed your scars as always. You thought, he's just so perfect... Then there was a brief pause before you heard him ask, "baby, what's the safeword, I just need to make sure you rememb-" you smiled and cut him off. "Purple." "Good, now, put your hands above your head my obedient little fucktoy," he barked. You followed his orders and immediately raised your wrists together; knowing what he was going to do with them. You felt the harsh burn of rope being tied against your skin and your hands were now bound together. "S-sir, it's, it's too t-tight," you whimpered. You felt a cold, sharp object being pressed against your throat. "Did I give you permission to speak?" You nodded no. He took the object and slowly cut your collarbone. Not too deep. Just deep enough to leave a nice amount of blood dripping down your chest and body. You hissed in pain, but you loved it. You felt him slowly make a few more cuts on our chest and neck before you felt his fingers begin to play with your blood. He swirled it around your nipples and traced your body with it before he brought it to your lips for you to taste. It was so sweet. The taste of blood always got you going but when it was him that was cutting you; when it was him that was loving you; when it was him that was punishing you; it was so much more special. Not to mention it was such a huge turn on. You could never out your finger on why you just loved pain so much. At the time though, you didn't really care; you were focusing on your breathing and staying as still as possible. You heard a deep moan of euphoria come from your dom. "Would you like to see my love? You're so beautiful when you're like this for me." You nodded, "Yes, daddy, please. I need to see what you've done to me, sir." You know your breathing was labored. You couldn't help it. Everything was just so intense and pleasurable. You felt the blindfold being pulled off from your head and you looked down to see what looked like a murder scene. It was glorious. You examined the area further and saw the four cuts he had made. They were all about four to five inches long and they were deep enough to notice blood still slowly trickling out of them. You next looked up into daddy's eyes, and at the same time you saw him look up to yours. You both leaned towards another and forcefully kissed. He pressed his tongue to your lower lip; requesting access. You decided to ignore him and just tease him for awhile, but that wasn't the best idea after all. He stopped kissing. "Don't tease me, whore." He then held your face between his hands and spit on your cheek just to the right of your mouth. Rubbing and playing with his own saliva on your face, and looking into your eyes the entire time. "You're not listening to me..." he seemed to almost smile. You knew where this was going. "You're being a bad, bad boy. You know what I do to bad boys?" He questioned. "Y-yes, sir," you answered. "So get on your fucking knees on the floor before I make you," he ordered. He unbound your wrists and you quickly got to the ground. You watched him follow, but only he stood above you. You drooled as you watched him grab his dick out from his sweatpants. God, you loved when he wore sweatpants, you could literally see how big his dick was. It distracted you all fucking day and it was annoying as fuck sometimes but you knew you loved it. Fuck, what do you mean, he looks good in everything! His jeans fit so nicely and wrapped around his thighs so tight. His ass always looked so fucking plump and perfect; oh my god he was a blessing. You watched in awe as he slid down his pants and his underwear; his dick sprung out. He looked down at you and smirked as he saw how your face filled with delight at the sight of his cock. He licked his lower lip as he began slowly stroking himself right in front of you. "Are you ready for me to fuck that pretty little mouth of yours, baby?" You wet your lips by poking your tongue ever so slightly out of your mouth before replying, "Yes, sir, please be gentle with me." You knew he would try to be careful with his prized possession, however, you knew he wouldn't be able to resist you. He acted like he was immune to you. Like you were nothing to him but his favorite fucktoy. This wasn't true; not in day to day life at least. He loved you with all his heart, and he still does. It's only when you two were in bed that his darker side came out. He parted your mouth with his single hand, and he held you by your throat until he slid his cock inside your mouth. You felt him slowly go deeper and deeper into you; he made sure you wouldn't gag and throw up all over his dick. At least not yet; not until he was ready to fuck your stupid fucking slutty mouth senseless. You coughed a little when he first hit the back of your throat, "now swirl your tongue around like I like it my little cum whore." You did as he asked until you couldn't take his cock hitting your throat anymore and pulled out. There was a few thick lines of saliva connecting your lips and his cock. "I didn't say you could stop," he growled before he forced his dick back past your lips and began to facefuck you. Tears began to fall from your eyes and your face was just covered in bodily fluids ranging from your own blood, saliva, and now salty tears. The sight was beautiful to him, you could see the love in his eyes as he fucked you senseless. It was such a beautiful and intimate thing for you two; to look into each others eyes while you were tortured; while he punished and abused you. He pulled out and let out some labored breaths of pleasure while you got a chance to breathe and cough a bit. "Now stand," he blatantly demanded. You again, did as you were told and stood. He pushed you back first back onto the bed and he quickly began to pull off your shorts and underwear. "You're so fucking wet babe, just for me huh?" He smirked and you blushed and giggled a bit. You were always a little shy. Not to mention he was so fucking adorable and he could probably make you blush biting into a piece of fucking toast. Suddenly, you felt his warm tongue against your clit. He slowly dragged it up and down before he slowly and gently sucked on it. "Holy shit, daddy, pleaseee I need more.." you begged. He stopped briefly, "shut the fuck up, you've been a bad fucking boy and you need to be taught a lesson," he replied before returning to your clit. You could hear and feel him licking and sucking and just teasing your warmth while he lapped up your juices. He quickly darted his tongue in and out of you before he quickly stood up and got back on top of you. "Are you ready for this dick?" He questioned. "I'm always ready for you sir, whenever you want me, I'm yours," you replied with bright, glistening eyes. You felt him reach below himself to line up his dick with you. Then, you felt him quickly dip his head in you; just the head. You moaned out loudly while you could before he quickly reached up and shoved two fingers back into your mouth and you immediately began moaning and sucking. You just kept teasing you by twirling his head right at your entrance and slowly pushing himself into you more and more each time. Damn, you just couldn't take it; why wouldn't he just fuck you? You needed him. He saw it in your eyes and gave you an almost evil look before he suddenly thrust hard and deep inside you without warning. You screamed out in pain, mostly pleasure, but a lot of pain. He got close to your face and your foreheads were almost touching as he looked deep into your teared up eyes while he fucked you rough and deep. "D-daddy, I'm yours! Tell me I'm your bad boy daddy, tell me how you're going to breed me and use me like a fucking dirty cum rag," you panted. You don't know where all this comes from. Whenever you two are fucking around you don't know how he does it to you but, you just become such a whore. You usually become shy about it later and shut down your emotions, but, in the moment you're nothing but his. Yet you love every second of it. "Just shut the fuck up and take this dick," he growled, "I-I'm gonna cum soon babyboy; where do you want it?" Without hesitation you knew you just wanted to feel his warm pool of juices inside you. You loved the feeling and you knew that's what he wanted anyways. He loves to use you; he loves to fill you up like the good little slut you are. "Fill my hole please, sir," you huffed. You felt his thrusts get quicker and deeper and than ever. Soon enough, you felt them become more unsteady and slow down before you barely felt his dick twitch and a warm substance fill you up. After you both rode out your orgasms, he fell to the bed next to you and kissed you on the forehead. "Are you okay babycakes?" He asked with a kind smile. "Better than ever," you replied. <3