DANGEROUSXWDW

C.B.| RESTRAINED

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Gangsta's Paradise by Coolio
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Corbyn

Are your parents home?

Y/n

No ;-)

Corbyn

I'm coming over

Y/n

I thought you were gonna hang with the guys?

Corbyn

Nah, I've got business to attend to. ;-)

The spooky piano doorbell tune my family installed for Halloween echos around my house, signaling that more trick-or-treaters are at my door with open pillowcases and baskets. My family went out trick or treating with the rest of the population since it's probably the first Halloween my little brother will remember, leaving me on 'candy duty'.

I set my phone down on the kitchen table and swap it for the basket of m&m's and skittles. Upon opening the door, I see a miniature Batman, a tiny Mulan, and a medium sized burglar. The cutest part is when they all shout "trick-or-treat" and smile widely at the candy filled basket in my hand.

"Hey, we could be partners in crime," I say to the kid in the burglar costume.

I'm wearing a (very inappropriate) criminal costume that I made just by pulling things from my wardrobe and buying a plastic gun at Party City.

He just smiles and gives me a fist bump after receiving his candy. Once the kids leave, I look down the busy street decked out in lights and inflatables in their lawn; there's even a house covered in toilet paper, but I have a feeling that wasn't for decoration.

I shut the door and go back to my Halloween movie that's playing on my flatscreen in the living room next to the door. If you're wondering what movie my eyes are fixated on, it's Hocus Pocus, of course, what else?

Just a minute after I've gotten comfortable on the couch again, my doorbell rings. Once again I grab the basket and open my door.

"Excuse me miss, you're under arrest," my boyfriend says with a smirk.

Corbyn looks good in a cop costume; he's shirtless, and he has baggy pants hung low on his hips with a gun, taser and handcuffs hanging from his waist. His blonde hair is swept up, and fake bruises and dirt are dusted along his cheek and chiseled torso. His eyes are fixated on my costume-or lack there of.

Without saying anything, he steps inside and pushes me against my front door the second I shut it. Corbyn seals my lips in a very heated kiss, and slides his slick tongue against mine just once, just to tease me.

"I've heard that you've been a very naughty girl," he bites his lip, hoisting me up easily.

Shit, I'm in for it.

His lips attack my neck as he carries me up to my room covered in skulls and pumpkins. I expect him to toss me onto my bed, but he just sets me on my feet after shutting the door.

"Get on your knees."

I've never seen him so dominant before, and it's definitely a turn on. I do as I'm told, getting on my knees in front of him while he bites his lip, looking at me as he undoes his belt and unzips his pants. One hand takes his dick out of his boxer-briefs, and the other lifts my chin up to level with his tip. He lightly taps my bottom lip, signaling for me to open up.

My eyes match his gaze while I take him in my mouth, and he licks his lips at the sight of my mouth wide open, lips sealed around his dick. I suck him off for about a minute before he's had enough of my slow pace. His hand tangles in my hair at the back of my head and guides me up and down his length as he thrusts into my mouth.

I gag a tiny bit when his tip hits the back of my throat, and that turns him on even more. Not much later, he moans loudly and I feel him twitch and release in my mouth. I swallow the salty liquid, licking my lips, and get back on my feet.

"Damn," he says to himself.

Corbyn trails a finger from the base of my throat down my cleavage, then moving to rest his hand on my hip as he moves me backwards to my bed and connects our lips again.

The doorbell rings, startling me.

"Ignore it," Corbyn whispers, resting his forehead on mine as his knuckle traces my slit and moves his fingers down to unbutton my body suit.

"I can't," I tell him, starting to move towards the door until I hear a cranking sound.

I look down at my wrist, which has one half of his handcuffs locked around it. I look up at Corbyn, who's wearing the cockiest smirk of all time.

"You're not going anywhere," he commands, walking behind me and cuffing my other wrist, restraining my hands behind my back.

Holy fucking shit.

Corbyn sets me down on the silky bed and takes off my thigh high boots so he can slide my thong down my legs. He turns me around so that my face is buried in my pillow and my ass is up. I have my knees spread far apart to keep my balance with my hands restrained.

I hear Corbyn slip his pants down further so he can slide into me easily. I can just imagine the confident look on his face, seeing me defenseless and completely submissive to him. I must say, I like this new side of him that's being unveiled tonight.

He plunges in and out of me, making me sweat and moan from the intensity.

"Shit," I hear him moan from behind me.

He thrusts deeply, causing a loud moan to spill past my lips.

"Say my name," he demands, tossing his head back.

"Corbyn," I say timidly.

"Louder."

"Corbyn," I moan loudly as he rams into me roughly.

"Fuck," he groans, getting sloppier with his thrusts.

We both cum within ten seconds of each other, sweating and breathing heavily.

The doorbell rings again, so I decide that it's a good time to get dressed and finish handing out candy before my family comes back.

"Corbyn, undo me please," I say, referring to the handcuffs.

"Oh shit," he scratches his head.

"Corbyn!" I scream.

"I'm kidding, chill," he laughs, unlocking my restraints.

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Cliche, I know, but someone had to do it.

I hope you loved this imagine from the Halloween Series!

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