From the Hidden Cupboard

Loving a Monster

A/N Part 3 Monster series... strong language, mature theme, SM relationship... reader discretion is advised:

After the front door opened I could hear the footsteps tapping their way slowly down the hall. He took his time. Taking off his jacket, throwing his keys onto the console table, probably loosening his tie and collar as he walked towards my room. The lock in the door twisted and I felt my heart stutter at the sound of the latch being released.

"Honey... I'm home." His voice called out to me. I huffed and twisted my head to look in his direction. His hands trailed across my face and he sat on top of my lap. I moaned. His crisp suit brushed me as he gently removed my blindfold. I blinked at the harsh overhead light and looked up at my lover in admiration.

"Were you my good slut today?" He asked me. I nodded my head and shivered as he looked over me. I was a mess, just like we both liked it now. He grabbed my hair and kissed me over top of the gag that kept me from answering properly. He ground his hips down onto my lap and I whimpered. My legs were shaking from how long I had been sitting here.

"Time for dinner love." He breathed into my ear. The weight of him came off and I closed my eyes as he removed the buckles from my legs and arms. I was freed from my chair, but I took a moment to shift myself so I could stand. His hand cracked down across my face and I shuddered from the feeling that wracked my body.

"Too slow. Stand up bitch. Get to work." He watched me for a moment as I stood on shaky legs. My eyes closed at the slithering feeling of the toy sliding out from inside me. I held out my hand to balance for a second as I felt the lube dripping down my legs to the floor. He threw a towel at me and I bent to wipe up my legs before I followed him from the room.

He led me to the kitchen where a recipe card was sitting on the counter and I got to work. I had gotten so much better at making the food that I put on his table. Between him making me quit my job, taking courses and the practice each night... it was delicious every time. I would have smiled as I worked if I didn't still have my gag in my mouth.

When I was done I went to stand in the doorway of our living room. He was watching his car racing, but looked over with the movement. He ignored me on the way to the kitchen and then made up two plates with food. I followed him like a dog to the dining room. He growled at me to sit down and I hurried over to my seat. The old chair was beaten up and filthy compared to the others in the room, but at least I got to sit.

He ate first. Then he removed my gag so I could eat. I smiled at him from across the table and he both rolled his eyes and shook his head at me. When it was all gone, I picked up both our plates and took them into the kitchen to wash. My jaw ached a little, so I stretched it a bit while I toweled dry the plates.

Then I made my way to the living room. He was waiting. I bent down in front of him and pulled his fine clothing away from my prize. I sighed in contentment as his c*ck sprung free. I pressed my face against it, smelling the delicate aroma of his sweat. I felt his hands card into my hair and pull me back so he could drag the tip across my lips.

"This what you want? Slut?" He rumbled above me. I opened wide without a word and let his thick meat slide across my tongue. He pressed it in deep and I swallowed around him. My drool thickened and sloshed around as he bounced my face over him. I looked up at his calm face, tipped back in ecstasy at the feel of me around him.

"Fuck yes. Take it you whore." He breathed to me. His movements become jerky and I take over moving my face around him so he can cumm. He pulls me back and I feel his hot jizz spurt out onto my face. He shoves me onto the floor with his foot. I wipe and lick myself clean as he stands over me. His foot presses into the cage around my d*ck and I whimper.

"You want yours cunt?" He asks me. I nod piteously. I shiver as he nudges the tender flesh. He chuckles and grabs my hair, pulling me up to my feet again. I am shoved in the direction of my room, so I go there with the hope I will be relieved.

"Bend over." He says to me when we get inside. I lay myself over the edge of the bed and spread my legs. He inspects me, putting his fingers into my swollen hole and making my leg shake with anticipation. His c*ck presses in without preamble and he roughly f*cks me to another release. It burns so good that tears run down my face.

"Turn over." He utters when he is done. I lay onto my back and raise my arms. He clasps them into the buckles at the top of the bed and sits on top of me. I feel his hands wrap around my throat and I gasp as he grinds himself down on my caged c*ck. My head gets fuzzy and he pulls away.

"Ready love?" He breathes in my face. I strain forward to kiss him and he bites my lip harshly. I feel the cage come off and then his fist wraps around it. It hurts as blood floods it properly and I whimper as he jacks me. His hand smacks my face each time I make a sound and by the time I am on the cusp of ejac*lating... my eyes are rolling back in pleasure.

"Cumm Bitch." He demands. I comply with a stream of jizz over my torso, which he then wipes across my skin. I feel so complete. So relaxed. My eyes are closed and my breathing begins to even out. I could almost fall asleep like this.

"What do you say?" I hear over me. I bite my lip and smile up at him.

"Thank you Ed. I love you."