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Hands Free

Kinktober, October 14

THIS WORK IS 18+ ! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

Summary:

The one where Rafe comes without being touched for the first time.

Warnings: dom/sub dynamics, domme!reader, sub!rafe, very explicit

taglist: @yagirlwrites @audzzz @valyrianflower @aariahnaa

Rafe sits bound tightly to the chair, wrists secured behind him, his legs spread wide. The room is thick with tension—his body glistens under the dim light, a sheen of sweat covering his bare skin as he trembles in anticipation. His cock is hard, the cock ring around its base making it stand impossibly erect. The prostate massager nestled deep inside him hums faintly, stimulating him from the inside with each shift of his hips. His nipples, clamped and taut, are connected by a thin chain that also serves as a makeshift gag, forcing his mouth open around the cold metal.

You stand before him, eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure as you watch his body strain under the denial of pleasure, the tension of being so close but never quite there.

"You look so good like this," you purr, running your fingers lightly over his chest, flicking one of the nipple clamps just enough to send a sharp jolt of pain through him. His body jerks, a muffled groan escaping from behind the chain in his mouth.

Without warning, you press the vibrator to the head of his cock, but only for a fleeting moment before pulling it away. He moans in frustration, his hips bucking upward, desperate for more, but you keep your distance.

"You're craving it, aren't you?" you ask, your voice sweetly mocking. "You want my hands... or my mouth. But not today." You smirk as you trail your fingers down his stomach.

With a sudden, sharp slap, you spank his belly. His breath catches, a shudder running through him as the sting spreads across his skin.

"Oh, you love being spanked on your stomach, don’t you?" you ask, an evil grin spreading across your face. His head lolls to the side, and he gives you a weak, exhausted smile, nodding between ragged breaths.

"I do," he manages to say, his voice muffled by the chain in his mouth.

You smack his belly again, this time a little lower, dangerously close to his crotch. "So close to your cock, hm?" you tease. His body trembles, muscles tightening as he moans in response.

You give him no time to recover before pressing the vibrator to his cock again, holding it there just long enough to push him close to the edge—but not enough to let him fall. Then, just as quickly, you pull it away again.

"Come on, Rafe," you whisper, leaning in close so your breath tickles his ear. "You're allowed to cum. Just do it."

He groans, the sound vibrating around the gag as his body writhes in the chair, desperately trying to find release. His cock twitches, the sensation of the prostate massager deep inside him only adding to the maddening pleasure. But no matter how close he gets, you pull away every time.

"You need a little help with that?" you ask, your tone full of mockery. You lean forward, brushing your knuckles ever so lightly against the length of his cock, not enough to give him what he needs but just enough to send a jolt of sensation through him.

His eyes flutter closed, his head falling back as his breath comes in ragged gasps. "Please," he pleads around the gag, his voice hoarse and desperate.

You chuckle softly, running a single finger down the length of his cock, making it twitch involuntarily. "I can feel how badly you want it," you say, your voice low and teasing, "but that doesn't mean I'll give in."

You pull your hand away again, watching as his body jerks in frustration, the muscles in his thighs trembling from the effort of staying still. "Can you feel how close you are? I’d just have to touch you, wouldn’t I?"

Rafe’s entire body trembles, a mixture of pleasure and agony rippling through him as he teeters on the edge. His hips jerk upward, desperate for more stimulation, but you're relentless. You stand back, letting him suffer, watching as his cock pulses, so hard that it almost seems painful.

He nearly cries with frustration, the tension in his body unbearable. Every fiber of his being screams for release, but you're not giving him the satisfaction.

Then, just when you think he might break, his body stiffens. His eyes squeeze shut, and he lets out a deep, guttural moan as his orgasm rips through him. His cock pulses, untouched, and his cum spills over his stomach in hot, thick ropes. His entire body shakes with the force of it, the intensity of the orgasm so powerful that it leaves him gasping for breath.

“There you go, baby,” you purr, your voice soft and soothing now. “Good boy.”

You kneel down beside him, wiping the sweat and cum from his trembling body with a soft cloth. His chest rises and falls in quick, shallow breaths, his body spent from the intensity of the hands-free orgasm you’ve just trained him to have. His eyes flutter open, hazy with the afterglow, and he looks up at you with a mixture of awe and exhaustion.

"I knew you could do it," you praise him gently, running your fingers through his damp hair. "You're such a good boy for me."

He nods weakly, his head resting back against the chair, completely drained but utterly satisfied.

Two Hours, Eighteen Minutes

Kinktober, October 12

THIS WORK IS 18+ ! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

Summary:

The one where Rafe is edged for exactly two hours and eighteen minutes.

Warnings: dom/sub dynamics, domme!reader, sub!rafe, very explicit

taglist: @yagirlwrites @audzzz @valyrianflower @aariahnaa

Rafe and you haven’t been able to meet up for a couple of days now. It’s still way too early in the relationship to even think about moving in together, though a part of you can’t help but wonder what it would be like. Another part of you isn’t entirely sure if Rafe and you even like each other outside the bedroom.

The sex is incredible, no doubt—the best you’ve ever had. Your gut tells you it’s the same for him. You’d introduced him to this whole world only a couple of months ago, and so far, he’d embraced every part of it. He worships you.

Still, sex alone doesn’t make a relationship, and you can’t help but get insecure sometimes. You wonder whether he’s more enamored with the way you dominate him than who you are. But those thoughts disappear as soon as your phone rings the minute you leave your office.

“Hey, gorgeous,” Rafe’s voice rasps through your AirPods. “How did your presentation go?”

Your heart warms. He’d sent a couple of good luck texts throughout the day, but hearing his voice check in felt different—more intimate.

“It went really well,” you reply, pushing through the door and heading down the stairs. “They loved the proposal. It’s basically accepted; I’ll know by Monday.”

“Sounds great,” Rafe responds. You can almost hear the smile in his voice.

“Yeah. Thank you for checking in, babe. How’s your day?”

“Eh,” he sighs, “boring as fuck, but okay.”

“Are you off work already?” you ask, your voice turning suggestive. “I could think of a couple ways to make your day more exciting.”

“One more client,” he groans. “I could be at your place in maybe one and a half hours. Two, max.”

You grin, an idea already forming. “I’ll give you an incentive to hurry then,” you say smugly, unlocking your car. “I’m gonna time how long it takes you to get here. However long it takes, that’s how many minutes I’ll edge you tonight.”

His groan is instant, guttural. “Babe, no, you can’t do that to me.”

“Aw, I’ve done worse,” you tease, waving goodbye to your coworker in the parking lot. “Just think about how good it’ll feel when I finally let you come.”

“Fuck, babe. I’m hard already,” he admits.

You laugh softly, “Better behave for that last client then.”

“I will, I just need a second,” he chuckles.

“Maybe we should stop talking. The clock’s ticking.” And with that, you hang up, leaving him to stew in his anticipation.

#

Two hours and eighteen minutes. That’s the time he has to last tonight.

You order Rafe to sit on the couch, and he obeys without hesitation. There’s a mix of excitement and tension in his eyes as you stand over him, watching his every move.

“The only thing you need to do is obey,” you remind him with a wicked grin. “I’ll handle the rest.”

First, you tie his hands behind his back, tight but not too tight—just enough to remind him of his place. Then, you hold the ball gag in front of his mouth, giving him that familiar, expectant look. He knows the routine, so you prompt him anyway, “Remind me of your safe words and the gestures for when you’re gagged.”

He quickly shows you, and you nod approvingly. “Good boy. Open up.”

He opens his mouth willingly, and you fit the gag between his lips, securing it behind his head. Then you grab the blindfold, wrapping it around his head and plunging him into darkness.

You move behind him, kneeling on the couch, so his back is against your chest, his body sitting between your legs. “Spread those legs wide,” you command, your voice low and firm.

He obeys, his thighs parting for you.

“Keep them spread. That’s your only job today. Keep those legs open for me.”

You set a timer on your phone and place it beside you. “Two hours and eighteen minutes,” you murmur into his ear, your breath hot against his skin. “When the timer goes off, you can come whenever you’re able.” You lean closer, lips grazing his neck. “Until then, you’re mine to play with.”

You hit start on the timer. It’s going to be a long, teasing stretch—especially since he can’t see how much time has passed. The power of control pulses through you, making you feel downright diabolical.

Leaning in, you press a soft kiss just below his ear, his sensitive spot. His cock twitches, a low moan escaping his gagged lips.

“Mmm, so responsive already,” you praise, smiling against his neck. You start by spanking his inner thighs, alternating between slow strokes and stinging slaps, enough to make his skin redden. You drag your nails across the heated flesh in between sets, making him shiver.

“Has it been two hours yet?” he manages to ask through the gag, humor barely hiding his discomfort as you land a slap dangerously close to his balls.

You smirk. “Still in a joking mood?” You slap him harder, making his legs tremble as he tries to keep them spread. You dig your nails into his thigh, watching his body strain against his binds.

"Remember," you say, your voice feigning innocence as you lightly tap his balls, "the gag is there for a reason. I don't want to hear you speak, understood?"

He nods quickly, his thighs quivering with the effort of holding himself open for you. When his knees shift in slightly, instinctively protecting his sensitive balls, you tap them harder.

“Open your legs for me,” you command. His legs fly apart immediately, and you smile. “Good boy. Keep them wide like that.”

Then, you wrap your hand around his cock, stroking slowly. He’s rock hard, his cock twitching in your hand. It doesn’t take long before he’s edging closer and closer, his body tensing with every touch. But you don’t let him have the release he’s dying for. You build him up, only to pull him back from the edge over and over.

Twenty minutes in, he’s already a moaning, trembling mess, his body on fire from your teasing. His legs start to close, just a little, betraying his struggle to hold back. You grab the paddle this time and smack his thighs, hard.

“Spread your legs,” you snap, “or I’ll make this even harder.”

His groan is loud, almost desperate, but he obeys, his knees jerking back apart. You tilt his head back by the chin to keep him upright, and then you start playing with his nipples, flicking your knuckles over the hardened buds. He whimpers, his hips bucking helplessly.

“Poor boy,” you tease, twisting his nipples harshly. “I haven’t even started on these yet.”

You work his nipples relentlessly, twisting and tugging, pulling soft, pathetic moans from his throat. You know you could make him cum just from this alone if you wanted to.

Every time his legs twitch closed, you shove them back open, spanking him hard to remind him who’s in charge. He’s been warned multiple times.

You don’t talk much during the session; your actions are enough. The control, the power—you don’t need to rile him up with words. His body is already past the point of begging, past coherent thoughts, just reacting to your every touch.

After an hour and a half, you really need to change positions. You untie him briefly and order him to kneel on the couch, his knees spread wide. Then, you bend him over, his chest and head pressed against the cushions, his ass raised high.

With his hands still tied behind his back, the position is uncomfortable, but you know it’ll help him last longer. You wrap a cock ring around his balls without warning, and he lets out a choked groan of relief—until he feels the cold lube drizzle over his hole.

“You didn’t think I’d make this easy, did you?” you ask, your voice playful as you slide the prostate massager inside him. He shakes his head, swallowing around the gag.

His body is so tense, every jerk of his hips is unnatural, his movements erratic as he fights to hold himself back.

You barely have to do anything now. Holding his cock in both hands, you run slow circles over the sensitive head, teasing him. His body is past words now. You can’t remember the last time he managed to choke out a proper “please.” All that escapes his mouth are desperate sounds—soft “oh”s and gasps of tortured pleasure.

You listen, savoring every noise, each gasp and groan. “Such pretty noises you’re making for me... am I making you feel good?”

You stroke him firmly, up and down his length, watching as his body convulses, his breathing ragged and uneven. His hips jerk upwards as the build-up of his orgasm starts again, only to sink back down onto the couch when you stop your ministrations.

You smile. This is what people mean when they say you can play someone’s body like an instrument. Every word, every touch, every slight movement—his body responds without thought. He’s a puppet, and you’re pulling the strings.

He’s so close now, but you don’t let him cum. Not yet.

“Too bad,” you coo, “you still have some time to go.” Luckily for him, it’s only another minute and a half, but he doesn’t need to know that. You resume your slow, torturous pace, keeping him on the edge. His body is trembling uncontrollably now, every muscle tensing and releasing as if he’s barely holding on.

The room is filled with the sounds of his ragged breaths, muffled whimpers, and the soft ticking of the timer. You love every second of it—watching him strain, seeing how desperate he is to let go but knowing he can’t. Not yet.

Just as you run your fingers lightly over his sensitive cock again, the timer goes off.

The sound fills the room, but Rafe doesn’t notice at first. He’s too far gone, too overwhelmed by everything you’ve done to him. When it finally registers, a sob of relief escapes him. His whole body slumps forward, barely held up by the restraints. You smile, pressing a kiss to the back of his neck.

“You made it,” you whisper, your voice filled with praise. “So, so good, babe.”

You remove the cock ring, and with just a few firm strokes, his entire body tenses again. The moans that rip from his throat are muffled by the gag as his orgasm crashes through him like a tidal wave. You can feel every tremor, every shudder, as his body shakes uncontrollably, ropes of cum spilling from his cock as you continue stroking him through it. He’s completely, utterly ruined, just how you wanted him.

When he’s finally spent, you slowly untie his wrists, careful not to let him collapse into an awkward position. You remove the blindfold and the gag, stroking his hair softly, letting him catch his breath.

“I love seeing you like this—completely ruined, all because of me,” you say with a satisfied smile as you wipe the cum from his body with a warm cloth. He’s too exhausted to respond immediately, his breathing still labored, but he manages a small chuckle.

“My brain always clocks out about halfway through,” he admits with a breathless laugh. His voice is hoarse, and you can see the openness in his eyes. It’s one of your favorite parts, how completely vulnerable and raw he is after a session like this.

“Yeah?” you ask, grinning as you lie down beside him on the couch, pulling him into your arms. “And yet you made it all the way through.”

He leans into you, his body finally relaxed, spent. “I never would’ve thought I’d love this so much,” he murmurs, a hint of awe in his voice.

You kiss his forehead gently, running your fingers through his hair. "You trust me," you say softly, "and that's everything."

A few weeks ago, he might’ve been shy or embarrassed about how deeply he’s fallen into submission, but not anymore. Now, he’s comfortable. Confident. There’s no shame, no hesitation. He knows he’s completely safe with you, that you’ll always take care of him—even when you push him to his limits.

He’s quiet for a while, just resting against you as you stroke his back, giving him the aftercare he needs. It’s a peaceful moment, a contrast to the intensity of everything that just happened. You savor it, holding him close, knowing that these quiet moments are just as important as the play itself.

Eventually, he looks up at you, his eyes filled with warmth. “Thank you,” he says, his voice soft but sincere. “For everything.”

You smile, brushing a strand of hair away from his face. “Always,” you reply. And you mean it.

Cockwarming

Kinktober, October 10

THIS WORK IS 18+ ! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

Summary:

The one where Rafe really needs to control himself.

Warnings: dom/sub dynamics, domme!reader, sub!rafe, very explicit

taglist: @yagirlwrites @audzzz @valyrianflower @aariahnaa

You only let well-trained subs into your pussy. Rafe was no exception. He’d earned the privilege through months of dedication, his eagerness to please, and his ability to follow your rules to the letter. You’d let him taste you with his tongue, feel you with a single finger after you'd come, giving him just enough of a tease to know what he was working toward.

Last weekend, you’d finally thought about riding him for the first time, allowing him to feel the sensation of you fully around him – you thought about it. But letting him thrust? Letting him move inside you? That was still a long way off. And topping from the bottom? Not even close. 

Still, that didn’t mean you couldn’t have fun with him in the meantime.

There were so many ways to torment a sub with your pussy, and today was going to be one of your favorites.

With Rafe tied to your bed, spread out completely—his wrists and ankles fastened wide apart—you stood over him, looking down at his vulnerable, obedient body. His muscles strained against the restraints, not because he was trying to escape, but because of the anticipation building inside him. He wanted this. Needed this. And you were going to give him exactly what he deserved.

“Tied up and nowhere to go,” you say, a smirk curling your lips. “Just how I like you.”

You start with a light flogging, the soft tails of the whip glancing off his skin, not too harsh, just enough to ease him into the right headspace. You see the tension in his body begin to melt away, the sounds of his soft groans and labored breaths filling the room. Once he’s pliant, you add the plug, pushing it into him with deliberate slowness, watching his face as his eyes flutter shut, his lips parting in a low moan. He loves to feel full.

Next, the nipple clamps. You attach them with care, enjoying the way his breath hitches, the way his cock twitches when you give one a playful tug. His nipples are so sensitive, and you know exactly how quickly they can make him whine.

He’s already hard, already leaking, and you’ve barely begun.

You edge him over and over, bringing him to the brink of release only to pull back at the last second. His thighs tremble, his stomach tightens, and his breath turns shallow as he comes close for the fourth time. But you don’t let him come. Not yet. Rafe isn’t a beginner anymore. He can handle more, and you have something special planned for him.

As he lies there, gasping for breath, you climb on top of him. His eyes widen as you straddle his hips, the slick head of his cock pressing against you. You take your time, reaching for the bottle of lube, squeezing it into your palm, and rubbing it over his cock, making it glisten. His moan is obscene, his hips jerking upward involuntarily.

You push your panties aside, letting the warmth of your vulva brush over the tip of his cock. He’s practically shaking beneath you.

“Have you heard of cockwarming, Rafe?” you ask, your voice dripping with amusement.

The sound he lets out is something between a whimper and nervous laughter. “Y-yes, Mistress.”

“That’s what we’re going to do now. I’m going to let you inside me, but you’re not allowed to move. Not allowed to thrust. Not allowed to come. Do you understand?”

He throws his head back, groaning loudly, a humorless laugh escaping his lips. You can see the desperation in his eyes as he looks back at you, almost as if he really is doubting himself.

You smile down at him, enjoying his frustration, but you asked a question, and you want an answer. You reach down, twisting one of his swollen nipples between your fingers. His gasp is sharp, a mixture of pain and pleasure.

“Answer me, Rafe. Do you understand the rules?”

Again, you let your vulva brush over the tip of his cock, and his body jerks against the restraints.

“This… this is impossible,” he complains, another desperate laugh slipping through his clenched teeth.

Your patience starts to wear thin. You grab his chin and tilt his head back so he has no choice but to look directly into your eyes. “Look at me,” you command, your voice calm but stern, leaving no room for argument. “This is a treat, so you better act like it. Take a deep breath and focus. It’s not impossible. It just takes self-control. Now, are we clear about the rules?”

He swallows hard, his throat bobbing as he struggles to calm himself. “We’re clear about the rules, Mistress,” he says, his voice barely above a whisper. “I just… I don’t want to disappoint you.”

You soften slightly, stroking his cheek with the back of your hand. “You won’t. You’re perfect, Rafe. Trust me. Now breathe and focus.”

He does as he’s told, sucking in a deep breath. But the moment you sink just the tip of his cock into your wet, hot vagina, he gasps, his entire body jerking against the restraints. His head falls back, and a groan of pure exhaustion and pleasure escapes him.

You twist his nipples again, snapping his focus back to you. “What do you say when I let you touch any part of me?” you ask, your voice laced with dominance.

“Thank you, Mistress!” he moans, his voice cracking with need.

Slowly, ever so slowly, you sink down further, taking more of him inside you. The feeling of his cock stretching you is exquisite, his warmth filling you completely. His hips twitch beneath you, and you give him a warning look.

“Stay still,” you instruct, your tone firm. “Don’t move your hips.”

You can feel him trembling beneath you, his entire body tense with the effort of holding still. He’s so close to losing control, you can feel it in the way his cock throbs inside you. You smirk, knowing exactly how much you’re torturing him.

You clench down around him, squeezing his cock with your walls, and that’s all it takes. He bucks up into you, unable to help himself.

Immediately, you pull off of him, leaving him gasping, his cock twitching helplessly in the air. “I’m sorry, Mistress,” he apologizes before you’re fully off of his cock, “I’m so sorry, I’ll do better, I promise.”

“Too late, babe,” you tease with a shrug, “I’ll use this instead now.” 

Without missing a beat, you grind down on his thigh instead, using his leg to chase your own pleasure. You reach for the vibrator, pressing it against your clit as you rock your hips, moaning as you feel the pleasure build inside you.

“Can I at least help you get off?” He pleads, his eyes fixed on you. “Please, babe, please.”

He watches you, his chest heaving, his eyes wide with a mixture of desperation and awe. He’s completely at your mercy, and he knows it. You’re so close but so out of reach for him.

“No, you can’t.” You’re panting and you’re close to cumming but that doesn’t take an inch from your dominance.

When you cum, you cry out, your body shaking as the orgasm washes over you. But you don’t give yourself a moment’s rest. As soon as you’ve caught your breath, you position yourself over him again.

“Second chance,” you say strictly, before sliding the tip of his cock back inside you. “Now take a big breath and focus. I know you want to please me.”

“Yes, Mistress, I do,” he rasps out. He is tearing at the restraints again, desperate to get some space, desperate to touch you.

“You’re not getting free until I’m satisfied,” you say, your voice breathy but still full of authority.

He groans, his head falling back against the pillows as you sink down on him again, taking him a bit deeper this time. You can feel him trembling beneath you, his cock twitching inside you as he fights to hold back.

“You want it, don’t you?” you ask, your voice teasing.

“I do,” he whimpers, his voice hoarse with need. “I really do.”

“If this was all you got tonight,” you ask, sinking down further, “what would you say?”

“Thank you, Mistress,” he gasps, his body quivering with the effort of holding still.

You smile, leaning down to kiss his forehead. “The only right answer. Well done.”

And with that, you sink down fully, taking him all the way inside you. His moans fill the room, but he doesn’t move. He’s learning. And tonight, he’ll learn just how good control can feel. And fuck, does he look hot doing it.

No Vision, No Sound

Kinktober, October 08

THIS WORK IS 18+ ! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

Summary:

The one where Rafe needs something really intense.

Warnings: dom/sub dynamics, domme!reader, sub!rafe, very explicit

taglist: @yagirlwrites @audzzz @valyrianflower @aariahnaa

"Look what’s arrived just now!" you exclaim with a grin, holding up the package. The excitement in your voice cuts through the stillness of the room.

He looks up from the couch, his face showing a hint of curiosity but mostly the weight of the day still pressing on him. You know he’s been in his head, overthinking, drifting. But that’s about to change. You had already planned on doing a scene tonight, and the fact that the fitted noise-canceling earplugs arrived a day early? Perfect timing.

"What’s that?" he asks, though his voice is distant, distracted.

"The earplugs finally came," you say, your grin widening as you walk over to him, the package crinkling in your hands.

"Are you going to have me wear them tonight?" His eyes flicker with uncertainty, a bit of hesitation, but also trust. It’s always there, since the first scene you spent together, he always had this tremendous amount of trust.

"I will." You tilt your head, noticing how his teeth catch his bottom lip. A sign of nerves.

You let your fingers caress his cheek, grounding him with your touch. "What’s going on in that head of yours?" Your thumb brushes across his lip, coaxing him to stop chewing on it.

"I was... hoping for some intense shit tonight. I really need to get out of my head." His voice trails off, a little embarrassed.

You can’t help but smile softly. Oh, he thinks sensory play won't be intense… that's cute.

"I promise you, it'll be intense," you say, your voice low but firm. "You won’t be in your head for long, believe me."

He glances at the package again. "But… I won’t be able to hear you, right? With those in?"

"Nope," you confirm, setting the box down on the table. "But you’ll feel me. My hands. My lips. I’ll touch you the entire time, I’ll make sure of it. And if you don’t like it, you know, you can always safe word out."

He hesitates for another moment, clearly still lingering on the idea of control. "Can’t we just do impact play or something like that tonight? Maybe save the new stuff for tomorrow?"

Your lips curve into a teasing smile. He’s such a sucker for a good spanking. It’s one of his favorite ways to ground himself. But tonight? You have something else in mind. "Nope. You’ve got a late meeting tomorrow, and I guarantee you won’t be in any shape for this after tonight. Because tonight, I’m going to fuck your brains out." You punctuate the last part with a playful wink, slapping his chest lightly. "Now, go shower and get yourself ready."

He lingers for a second, clearly nervous. He’s always a little tense before trying something new. But you know him better than anyone—he trusts you, even when the nerves kick in.

"Where do you want me after?" he asks, his voice quieter, almost moody.

You consider him for a moment before answering. "Where do you feel most comfortable? The couch, my bed, maybe the dining table?"

"Your bed," he finally says, a bit sheepishly.

"Okay." You nod, your tone encouraging. "Go kneel in my room once you’re done, and I’ll set everything up."

Once everything is in place, you glance over at him, kneeling obediently in the corner of your bedroom. His back is straight, shoulders tense. He’s facing the wall, unable to see what’s coming next, and that’s exactly how you want it.

You move toward him slowly, letting the tension build. "Listen carefully. You won’t know what’s coming. I’ll tie you up to all four corners of the bed, spread you wide. I know how squirmy you can get–" You see a small smirk play on his lips, and you raise an eyebrow, continuing. "-- and I don’t want to pressure you too much today. I know that you won’t be able to keep still. I just want you to feel. After that, I’ll blindfold you, and once you’re nice and settled, I’ll put the earplugs in."

His breathing picks up slightly, and when you lean in to whisper, your voice turns more authoritative. "I’m just going to play with you. Touch you. Tease you. Play with your nipples, and definitely play with your ass. You’ll come—multiple times. So, it won’t stop after the first one. You have permission to come anytime, today, you don’t have to ask before. Understood?"

A groan escapes his lips. He’s already hard. "Yes, Mistress," he manages, voice tight with anticipation.

"Looking forward to it?" you ask, teasing.

"Coming multiple times is exhausting," he admits, though there’s a thrill in his voice. "But yes, Mistress, I am."

You laugh softly, trailing a finger over his hard cock. He shudders. "You can handle it. What are your safe words?" You ask, same as at the beginning of every session. He answers. "Today, we will add 'ear plugs out' to the list, okay? Say that and I'll have them out immediately."

"Yes, Mistress."

"Do you have questions?"

"Yes, mistress," he answers, "I won’t be gagged, right?"

"No, you won’t. I want you to communicate with me, especially your safe words, when you can’t hear me," you explain, "Plus, I want to hear you scream."

He looks up at you shortly, a playful smirk now on his lips. "Challenge accepted."

You laugh. "Oh, trust me, if I want you to scream, you will."

"We will see," he says, wiggling his eyebrows before he turns his gaze down again.

"Are you sure you want to challenge me when I literally have all the control over you?"

He chuckles quietly, maybe at his own cockiness.

"Stop talking back now," you tell him with no bite in your voice. "Any other questions?"

"No, Mistress," he answers and gets more serious again, knowing that this always is the last bit before the playing starts. This is how you know you trained him well.

With the scene set and the anticipation thick in the air, you guide him onto the bed, securing his wrists to the headboard and his ankles spread wide to the corners of the bed. The blindfold comes first, plunging him into darkness.

He shifts slightly, testing the restraints.

"Stay still," you murmur. When he lies still and his breathing is calm, you lean close and slide the earplugs into place.

“I’m here, it’s just me,” you tell him softly, right before his world goes completely silent. You notice that you yourself have the urge to soothe him with your voice. You’re so talkative and chatty during scenes, no wonder he will miss it. Instead you let your fingers trail over his cheeks and his jawline, down his throat, over his broad chest.

Now, it’s just you—his Mistress—and his own heightened sensations. You start slow, letting your fingertips barely brush his skin, gliding across his chest and down to his thighs. He’s already twitching, body hyperaware of every little movement.

It’s mesmerizing to watch.

His hips buck up involuntarily when you ghost your knuckle over his erection. His head rolls back, and though he can’t hear you, you chuckle softly. He’s already whining, already desperate for more.

"Patience," you whisper into the silence, knowing he can’t hear, but feeling the power of the moment wash over you. You repeat the gentle touch, never giving him what he truly wants—just a teasing brush that leaves him a trembling mess.

He thrashes, pulling against the bonds, desperate for more. You press your hand flat against his chest, keeping him grounded. "Just feel," you murmur again, dragging your knuckle along his shaft without giving him the satisfaction of a full stroke.

Each time he thrusts up, seeking more friction, you pull away, denying him. You’re making him wait. The longer the wait, the better it feels.  In theory. According to his moans also in practice.

His face twists in frustration, lips forming silent pleas. It’s as if he himself has forgotten that he would technically be able to make noises and even speak. He’s desperate, but he’s not safe-wording out. He’s enduring. He’s giving in to the intensity of the unknown.

When you finally push a slicked-up dildo into him, his entire body shudders. He groans, a deep, guttural sound escaping his throat, even without the benefit of his own hearing. He’s trapped in this silence, in this world of pure sensation, and you’re driving him higher with every subtle movement.

You continue to tease, building him up, watching his body twitch uncontrollably. The first orgasm rips through him, but you don’t stop.

He does make noises now and his cries and please grow more urgent, more desperate as he comes again and again, each time more overwhelming than the last.

Finally, when you sense he’s reaching his limit, you slow down, easing him back into a calmer state, letting your touch soften and soothe. His body goes limp beneath your hands, utterly spent, but still radiating the raw intensity of everything you’ve done.

He clearly thinks you’re done with him. You decide to give him a tiny break but then you surprise him with another round. When he is entirely relaxed, his breathing beginning to even out, you slide the dildo right back into his hole. You completely catch him off guard. His entire body jolts in shock, muscles tensing as he gasps out, arching involuntarily. He can’t hear you, can’t see you, but the sensation of you pushing back inside him sends a fresh wave of overwhelming intensity through his nerves, pulling a desperate, broken moan from his throat as the realization sets in: you aren’t done with him yet.

“There you go, baby,” you tell him even though he can’t hear you, “One last time, come on.”

It doesn’t take long until he cums again, completely dry this time, the orgasm jerking through his entire body as he pulls at the restraints so heavily that for the first time ever, you’re afraid they might tear.

Later on, when you remove the earplugs, letting all the sounds flood back in, you make sure that the first thing he hears is your voice, soft and praising: “You did so good, baby.” He deserves all the praise he can get.

Once he’s all grounded and fully present again, you can’t help but tease: “I hope this was intense enough for you.”

He nearly shoves you for that. Nearly.

Earning Privileges

Kinktober, October 06

THIS WORK IS 18+ ! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

Summary:

The one where Rafe gets to fuck something — spoiler: not your pussy yet.

Warnings: dom/sub dynamics, domme!reader, sub!rafe, very explicit

taglist: @yagirlwrites @audzzz @valyrianflower @aariahnaa

"You're gonna get to fuck something tonight."

Rafe stands before you, hands tied securely behind his back, a thick plug already nestled deep inside him, making him twitch with anticipation. You sit on the kitchen table, crossing your legs casually as you hold the fleshlight in front of you, the sight of it causing his cock to throb, already leaking in desperation.

"I will tell you exactly what you’re going to do. One wrong move, one thrust without my permission, and I will edge you until you’re begging—but you won’t come today. Understood?"

"Yes, Mistress," he breathes, the tension in his voice palpable.

"Good boy. Now, push in."

The second he slides into the fleshlight, an obscene groan tears from his throat, eyes fluttering shut at the sheer relief. "Thank you for this, Mistress," he manages between shaky breaths.

"Aw, it’s been a while since you’ve been inside a pussy, huh?" you tease, lips curving into a smirk. You know exactly how long it has been for him—because you are the one who decided it.

His expression is a delicious mix of sheepishness and banter. "You would know, Mistress."

"True," you agree, letting him savor the moment for a few beats before giving your next instruction. "Now, start slow. I want to see you fuck it, nice and steady."

Rafe obeys instantly, thrusting into the fleshlight in a rhythm so controlled and deliberate it almost makes you regret using the toy instead of your own body. You watch, mesmerized by how well he moves—every push from his hips is strong, precise, and intoxicating. Unlike most (white) men, who seem to thrust with their entire body like they have no control over themselves, Rafe has perfect control.

"A bit faster now," you instruct, and his pace increases, still maintaining that same mouth-watering precision. You fight the temptation to let him inside you right then. You have planned on training him first, making sure he is disciplined enough to earn that privilege—but this man is already perfect. Dammit. Again, you almost curse yourself for being so patient. Maybe you have to make it even more difficult for him. 

"Slower," you command, pulling yourself back into the moment. "Real slow. Come on. Even slower. There you go."

He obeys, and the sight of his cock moving into the fleshlight at a very low pace has him groaning louder, his eyes squeezing shut from the agonizing pleasure. "Faster isn’t always better, is it?" you tease, letting your free hand trail up his chest, your nails grazing his skin.

His response is a deep, guttural groan. “No, Mistress.”

"Does that feel good?" you ask, dragging your nails lightly down his torso, enjoying the shiver that runs through him.

“Yes, Mistress,” he replies, breathless.

"Does it make you feel like you’re fucking me?" Your voice is pure teasing, knowing exactly what buttons you are pushing.

"A little bit, Mistress."

"But you’re not, are you?"

"No, Mistress."

"No, because you haven’t earned that privilege yet," you remind him, your tone sharp but playful. His frustration becomes evident now, his cock throbbing harder with each passing second.

Your fingers drift down his side, pausing deliberately. “Does it feel good even with the plug?”

He swallows hard, the words catching in his throat before he answers. “Yes, Mistress,” he finally whispers. You smirk, knowing full well he loves the plug more than he wants to admit. This guy loves being full. 

"Faster again," you instruct, and you can already see him struggling to hold back, his body trembling as he fights to obey. His cock is straining, on the verge of release, but you aren’t ready to let him have that yet.

You lean closer, flicking your nails over his nipples, making him squirm. "I should’ve put some clamps on these," you muse, watching as his body responds to your touch, a moan escaping his lips. "You love having your nipples played with, don’t you?"

"I do, Mistress," he admits, his voice barely a whisper.

Without warning, you turn on the vibrations in the plug, watching as his knees buckle and his hips stutter mid-thrust. "Keep going!" you snap, your tone leaving no room for hesitation.

He tries to continue, but his body is betraying him. His rhythm falters, and you can see the desperation building in every ragged breath. "Come on, Rafe, faster!" Your voice is strict now, filled with authority.

"I’m trying," he mutters through gritted teeth, his whole body starting to tremble, his control slipping through his fingers.

"You’re not in charge here, no matter how much you want to be," you remind him, twisting his nipples hard for emphasis. "Last chance—or I’ll edge you and deny you completely. Your choice."

That is all the motivation he needs. His pace picks up again, shaky but determined, desperate to prove himself. You smile, satisfied with his response, knowing you have him exactly where you want him.

Overnight Fun

Kinktober, October 04

THIS WORK IS 18+ ! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

Summary:

The one where Rafe is edged over night for the first time.

Warnings: dom/sub dynamics, domme!reader, sub!rafe, very explicit

taglist: @yagirlwrites, @audzzz, @valyrianflower, @aariahnaa

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It’s the first weekend Rafe and you decided to spend together. Only the two of you from Saturday morning to Sunday night and you really want to make it special. You want to have fun, you want to train him a little but most of all, you want to get to know him better. 

Rafe comes over to your apartment right after a breakfast with clients, still dressed in his fancy clothes and you can’t help but notice how your mouth waters when you see him like this. 

“Hello, handsome,” you greet him enthusiastically. “We should meet up after work more often. You look hot.”

“Hello, sexy lady,” he greets you back and you both laugh as he hugs you and kisses you.

“Ready for a weekend full of sex?” He asks and his eyes glint with anticipation.

“I am ready,” you answer, “Are you?”

“More than ready,” he says, “I couldn’t think about anything else all morning.”

“I hope you didn’t talk to your client about the two of us,” you tease him.

He grins. “Oh, I did, the entire time,” he jokes, “Turns out, they are really interested in the things we do in the bedroom.” He looks around your apartment as he comes in. “Not only in the bedroom, now that I think of it.”

You have something fun planned for this weekend but you’re not entirely sure how he’ll take it: edging. You have edged him before but only for maybe two or three hours tops and he got frustrated a lot even in this short amount of time. For someone who is fairly new to all of this, being constantly denied can be incredibly draining and frustrating, both mentally and physically, so you will have to be really mindful. He has told you that he would love to try it though.

“Are you still ready to be edged all weekend?” You ask as he hangs up his coat. 

“I sure am,” he replies, “I’ve watched a couple of videos online over the course of this week, it looks fun.”

You raise your eyebrows, barely holding back a laugh. “Videos?” You question mockingly. “You mean porn?”

“Yes, okay,” he chuckles with his arms up in defense, “I’ve basically watched porn all week.”

You step into his space and put your hands on his chest. “Did you touch yourself while watching it?” You continue to ask.

“I wouldn’t dare,” he answers and you just nod approvingly. 

“Good boy.”

It doesn’t take the two of you long before Rafe is sitting on your couch, partly undressed, with you on his lap, touching him as you see fit. Partly undressed is an understatement in itself, you couldn’t resist the outfit so you decided to open his dress pants just wide enough so that you have access to his cock. That is all you need for now anyway. 

You start stroking and pumping it, twisting your hand in the ways he likes it best - alternating between one and two hands, involving his whole cock from head to the base and his balls as well. It is a good handjob – even though you physically do not have the chance to experience it, you just know it is. His reactions to your touch make it evident.

"Please, can I come?" He asks after a short while and one look into his face tells him that he fully expects to be denied - rightfully so.

You laugh and continue to work his cock, forming a ring with your middle finger and thumb, playing with the edge of the head of his cock. His mouth falls open at this sensation. "Even if I hadn’t just told you that I want to edge you until tomorrow afternoon, just theoretically speaking, what would need to happen before that?"

There is this rule that you establish with basically all of your subs for the first couple of weeks until they obey willingly and you feel safe enough to not need them to be as vulnerable as you want them at the beginning of a sexual relationship. And this rule is that they are only allowed to come when there is something in their ass.

Rafe has taken to this rule of yours better than most. He loves having his ass played with, that has been clear ever since you first put a finger in him.

Right now, he laughs despite his desperation. “There’s absolutely no need for that,” he rasps out. 

You join in with his laughter. “Oh there is, trust me,” you retort, “Especially with argumentative subs like you. Gotta show you where your place is.”

He moans at that. “Yes, please.” 

“I'm showing you right now,” you say smugly, “Showing you your place isn’t always about getting all the action and all the orgasms, it's also about being patient and trusting me to make you feel good eventually. It's about endurance.”

He groans this time, frustrated. All the while his body is trembling with arousal and you know that he is close to coming.

“I take it, you don’t like this aspect of it,” you smirk, continuing to stroke his cock slowly but firmly.

He manages to huff out a laugh as his body reacts to what your hands are doing. “Not at all, mistress.” It’s a testament to how well you’ve trained him already that he adds this address to statements like this.

“Poor you,” you smirk and lick some precum off of him. His cock twitches. “I promise, you'll be so happy I made you wait tomorrow afternoon.”

He doesn’t believe you yet but arches his back in pleasure at the same time.

When you’re sure that he won’t be able to take anymore, you take your hands off of him and give him some time to calm down. He hates every second of it, you can tell.

“I thought it looked fun online,” you can’t help but tease as you start jerking him off again. 

“I just want to come so badly already,” he groans out and his voice is trembling already.

You bring him to the edge twice more – until his back is arched and his body is all tense and he clearly is close to losing it. 

His eyes are closed when you leave one hand on his cock and use the other to take an ice cube out of a cup. Carefully, you hold it against his rock hard and throbbing cock.

His whole body jolts with shock when the ice touches his skin. “What the fuck?” He shouts.

“Such foul language,” you scold with an evil smile on your face as you rub the ice cube all over his shaft, watching it soften, down to his balls. He squirms with discomfort. “Take it,” you instruct. “Show me how obedient you can be. Lay still and take it.” 

He groans and swears but his whole body tenses with the effort of keeping still and letting you basically hurt him. He still jerks away from you from time to time but over all, he does good.

“Why are you doing this?” He whines.

“Because I got you all hot and now I got to make you cool off again,” you explain sweetly. 

#

"Can you please put something in my ass? Please?" He begs about two hours later when you have your hands on his cock again, yet again pushing him to the edge over and over again. 

His cock is throbbing and leaking precum, his eyes are completely unfocused, there's a layer of sweat all over his body and he has goosebumps all over. In short, he is so heavily turned on.

“Look at you, begging to be fucked," you tease. “Where would you like to feel it?” You know, you're a bitch for pressing two knuckles against his teint, massaging his prostate on the outside. “There?”

His shouts echo around the room and while you enjoy seeing him like this, he probably should learn not to curse you. 

You motherfucking bitch, earns him a couple of light, harmless smacks directly to his dick and balls. According to his screams, they don’t feel light and harmless at all.

#

That night, you make him dress up and take you out for dinner, so he doesn't have to sit at home all day, moping about not being allowed to cum. 

“You clean up so well,” you can’t help but stare at him in admiration when he comes into the bedroom where you're getting ready. Such a beautiful man he is.

“Look who's talking.” He raises an eyebrow and puts an arm around your waist. “You’re so beautiful.”

His face comes closer to yours for a second before he turns away and drops his arm from your waist as well. As if he's not sure whether he's allowed to touch and kiss you. 

You quickly grab his hand and put it where it was only a moment before and then you reach up and bring your faces close together. 

“You can kiss me anytime you want, Rafe,” you say quietly. 

“Wasn't sure for a sec,” he mumbles before he cups your face and kisses you. You love kissing him. It's always the perfect amount of tenderness and passion. It's never too much and never too little. He's perfect. Rafe’s truly perfect in any way.

“Ready to eat?” You ask against his lips.

“Actual food or you?” He jokes.

“Food now, me later,” you answer suggestively and watch him swallow.

He's clearly not used to someone being as quick and sharp-witted as he is.

“Let's go before I'm hard again,” he says and basically hurries out of the bedroom. 

#

“Look at that, babe,” you say and guide his head so he has no choice but to look at his hard cock as you twist his nipples. “Look at your cock. Do you see how hard it is? I’m doing nothing but touching your nipples.”

You continue playing with them for a while. Caressing, licking, twisting, biting, pulling, scratching… just how you see fit. 

All the while, his cock is pumping precum like crazy. He is so incredibly turned on that you could probably do anything to him if you wanted to.

You love riling him up like this. You love making him hot all over. It's just so easy. His body responds to you in a way no one has ever done before – and it seems to be the same situation for him as well. No one has ever managed to get him like you get him. You know exactly what to say and where to touch and what to do to just make him feel good.

When you bring him down from the edge this time, he can’t hold back tears pooling in his eyes.

“Ah fuck,” he nearly sobs but laughs at the same time, “Fuck. I don’t know why I'm crying now.”

You smile at him gently and wipe away some falling tears with your hand. “Sometimes crying is just a reaction of your body when you are really tense and then the tension eases…” That's also why sometimes people cry after an orgasm.

And he is a complete mess. He's been pretty composed at dinner but other than that, he has been hard practically all day.

“It’s all gonna be worth it, I promise,” you comfort him as you evilly rub the ice cube over the tip of his cock. It’s all soft now.

“We'll do one new thing today,” you tell him carefully when the tears are gone, his breathing is evened out and he is calm again.

His eyes widen.

“Do you want to sleep in my bed tonight?” 

His facial expressions soften with surprise and relief. “You can’t just ask this question normally, can you? You just have to wind me up!”

You smile a bit sheepishly and shrug. “It’s so easy to wind you up, you know?”

He looks away a bit ashamed but when you kiss him, he immediately kisses you back.

You let him sleep in your bed because he is so tense and churned up and needy and you don’t want him to drop.

Once you are in bed, you cannot help but let your fingers run over his sides down to his ass. "I'm gonna fuck you so good tomorrow," you tease him, “You’re gonna cum so hard.”

He groans. You can’t help but notice that he is hard again. You almost feel bad but there is one thing still left to address. “You remember when you asked earlier whether you would eat food or me for dinner?”

“Babe,” he mutters and his voice almost breaks around the single word, “Mistress, I’m sorry.”

“I think it’s time for dessert,” you joke.

“You know how much I love eating you out,” he complains, “I’m probably gonna cum just from touching you.”

“You need to control yourself better, then,” you say sternly this time, “This is not about you right now.”

This sentence definitely hits home. He looks at you, shocked, and swallows. “Sorry, I know,” he says sheepishly, “Of course, I’m gonna eat you out.”

“Think you’re gonna manage to make me cum?” You ask, wiggling your eyebrows.

“You know I will,” he grunts and lifts the duvet to be able to get to work.

Of course he does make you cum. These fingers and tongue really can’t fail. 

He himself still doesn’t get to cum. 

He does get all the cuddles he wants, though. Which is nice. Really nice.

#

The next morning, not long after you’re both awake, you make Rafe eat you out again. 

“Do I get to cum after?” He asks, the expression on his face full of the anticipation of a five year old on Christmas Eve. 

You chuckle. “No,” you say simply, “This afternoon, I promise!”

He lets his head drop back and groans. “You fucking tease,” he mumbles, “It’s hard enough not to be able to get off, lying next to you but I love eating you out…. It’s so hot…” He continues to complain a little bit but as soon as you take off your panties, sit right in front of him and spread your legs so he can see your vulva, he stops short. He licks his lips and stares right between your legs. Seeming to remember his manners, he tears his gaze upwards to your face and turns red. 

“May I?” He asks and motions towards your vulva. 

You chuckle.

“Sure, when you’re done moping…” You say to tease him. He turns even redder but decides to push past his embarrassment and dive right into it. And boy does he give it his all.

“Are you a starved man?” You manage to ask after a couple of moments. You need to lie back. If you wouldn’t practice as much self-control you would have cum at least once already. 

“Desperate,” he smirks up at you, “Just how you like me.”

You chuckle before you have to throw your head back with pleasure. These long fingers combined with this naughty tongue are going to be the death of you in more ways than one. You need to think of a scenario that allows you to completely let go and still manage to stay in control as much as possible - and you need to come up with it quickly. “How about we’ll see how often you can make me cum during the next 30 minutes?” You ask breathlessly. 

Again, he looks up at you with so much anticipation in his eyes that you can’t help but laugh. “Challenge accepted,” he says and pulls you closer to his mouth by your legs. You are still laughing as you set a timer.

Exactly 30 minutes and a total of four orgasms later - it always takes you a while to cum after the first two - you both cuddle up next to each other to calm down. 

You can see and feel that he is hot all over and so, so incredibly turned on. His whole body is flushed and again, he has goosebumps all over.

You tease him a little bit. Letting your fingers trail over his torso, licking his nipples, sucking bruises to the inside of his thigh close to his groin, licking the soft and wet skin of the head of his hard cock that peeks out from underneath his boxers. 

You caress his balls, ever so lightly.

His whole body tenses, his breathing is ragged already and he is right on the edge and you notice that you definitely need to slow down or he'll either cum or he'll drop for sure.

You take your hands off him and lie down next to him, cuddling close. “You're being so good, babe,” you praise him over and over again while you're waiting for him to cool down a bit.

#

You go for a run together, 5k, just to let off some steam. It’s fun and it’s easy and you both love it and you can’t help but notice that with Rafe, it begins to feel very different compared to all the guys you had situationships and relationships with in the past.

When you’re home again, you shower together and you have to really control yourself to not make him fuck you right then and there. Instead, you make yourself stick to your plan, but let it be known that it is not easy.

The smile that forms on his face, when you tell him that he sometimes makes it hard for you to control yourself is radiant. He is so, so proud, and you can’t help but return the exact same, happy smile.

You decide that it’s best to cook together on Sunday for lunch to have something distract him from how horny he is. 

You can tell that he probably doesn’t cook at all judging by how he looks at the cucumber that you instruct him to chop for your salad. 

However, before he can get to it, you slide in the little space between him and your kitchen counter. 

“On your knees,” you instruct. 

His eyes darken as his pupils widen instantly. 

“Take off my pants,” you instruct further.

He does. 

“Make me cum again,” you tell him. You really need to feel these skilled long fingers and tongue on and in you immediately.

Of course, he obeys and gives you all the pleasure you deserve.

#

When it is finally Sunday afternoon, he is close to breaking. 

He is all over the place and so turned on that his body doesn’t really cooperate anymore. It’s not possible for you to put him on all four because he just cannot keep himself up. The mere sight of him in this state fills you with so much joy that you can’t help but smile the whole time. 

So you decide to put him on his back, tie up his wrists and then tie the wrists to the headboard of your bed. You pull him all the way down, so that his arms are straight. You put a spreader between his ankles and when it is in place again he has as little room to wiggle as possible. Positions like these seem to be toughest but they are actually very easy on the sub as they don’t have much room to disobey. 

He is fully hard and leaking precum by the time you are done tying him up.

“Tied up and nowhere to go just how I like you,” you say appreciatively. 

You take one of your strap ons out of the dresser next to your bed. Then you swing one leg over him and situate yourself until his head is in between your knees. "How about you put that tongue of yours to good use, while I fasten this strapon?” You ask. “Get me wet and excited to fuck you?”

He nods eagerly and gets to work. Again, it feels so, so good.

When it is finally time for you to fuck him, there is absolutely no resistance left in his body. You just grab the spreader and push it back so that his knees are drawn to his chest and then you try to prep him but he takes first one, than two, and then three fingers easily, and if he wasn’t as tied up as he is, he would totally fuck himself on your hand. There is nothing left in him other than pure lust and that thought alone makes you go wild.

So you slick up the strapon with a generous amount of lube, line it up, and before you even push it in, he is writhing within his bonds and moaning already.

And then you are fucking into him, strong, rhythmic thrusts in a slow pace and you can just see that Rafe’s body loves every second of it. You can see it, you can feel it, you can hear it. The noises he makes with every thrust are something else.

“Do I make you feel good?” You ask him softly, smiling down at this beautiful, completely wrecked man, all tied up in a way that allows you to fuck into him deeply, and all he can do is lie there and take it and it is so obvious that he enjoys all of it.

“So good,” he chokes out in between all the ah, and oh, and uh.

"Can you please touch me?” He asks, his voice completely hoarse.

You look down at his flushed, swollen cock that just lies against Rafe’s stomach, throbbing with arousal and pumping precum all over his tensing lower abs.

You circle the head of it with one gentle finger and swipe up some precum. "I think one dick involved is enough for now,” you respond with a particular hard thrust before you take your finger to your mouth and lick the precum right off of it. Delicious. He nearly blacks out at the sight.

Not long after that, however, you take your magic wand, turn it on and put it against his cock and at this point he is completely incoherent.

You decide to tell him he has permission to come now, any time because you just know he is not in the state to ask for permission anymore. 

You run the massager up and down from the tip of his cock down to his teint and he squirms and he breathes hard and he shouts. It's all he does.

You use the massager all over his body next, legs first, traveling upwards over his abs, to his nipples and then back downwards to his cock. You watch mesmerized as his muscles flex underneath your touch.

"You are such a sight," you tell him completely in awe.

By the time the massager is on the head of his cock again, he moans obscenely and then he cums hard.

And he cums.

And cums.

And cums.

His body jerks in every direction, seemingly seeking your touch and trying to get away from it at the same time. 

You milk him until he's completely dry. 

-

Even though you give him a lot of time, minutes later, he still is completely out of it. 

He whimpers when you pull out the strapon but that is the only sound he makes. Normally every whimper is accompanied by an embarrassed groan or a nervous laugh but there is no energy for none of that left in him.

You get rid of the restraints, but he doesn’t move his arms or legs regardless. 

He flinches slightly when you clean his cum off of him with a towel but other than that, there is no reaction from him.

So all you can do is lay down next to him. You run your hands over his body again, wanting to touch and feel every inch of his skin, but there is nothing suggestive or teasing about your touch now. It's soft and gentle and calming. You try to ground him as much as you can.

The whole time you praise him, tell him how good he has been, tell him how well he did and how hot he looked and how happy you are that he lets you do all these things, how brave he is for trying out new stuff and letting himself be so vulnerable with you.

It takes a long time for him to come back to himself. His eyes begin to focus after a while, and shortly after, you feel him wrapping his hands around your waist, drawing you closer, as close as possible. 

“That was out of this world,” he mumbles into your hair.

“Did you enjoy yourself?”

He only hums affirmatively.

He naps first, and you make sure to be there when he wakes up. After that, you force him to drink a glass of juice and eat a protein bar.

Then you make him take a bath. You stay with him and eventually you get in yourself. You massage his wrists and his ankles. You’re there and you’re all gentle touches and soft whispers and sweet words.

And after a while, at some point during his bath, he can at least talk again but his mind is still somewhere else. 

“I'm sorry, I'm so out of it,” he apologizes but there is absolutely no need for that.

“You're good,” you reassure him calmly.

You bring him sweat pants, a shirt and a hoodie and make him settle down on the couch.

When the food you ordered arrives, he falls asleep in the time it takes you to get up from the couch, go to your doorway and reenter the living room. 

You wake him gently. He apologizes again as it is only shortly after 6.30pm. 

"It's all good, Rafe, I promise," you comfort him, "You can sleep in a moment, I just need you to eat something first."

You eat in silence, the TV is on, streaming your favorite sitcom, but it's more a background noise. None of you are watching for real, your minds still on each other and on the scene you just shared.

“Babe?” He asks suddenly, “I’m… I just wanted to say, I’m sorry, that I was so whiny yesterday. I don’t know why… I knew it would be good but I somehow couldn’t really control myself.”

He looks so soft and vulnerable that you can’t help but hug him. “I know, babe,” you answer, deliberately using the same nickname he chose to use for you, “It’s all good, it was your first time to be edged overnight. You did a really good job. And you know I love you all whiny and desperate.”

He looks aways and turns bright red. You move in to kiss his cheek and his temple and it doesn’t take long before he gets over his embarrassment, cups your cheek and draws you in for a real kiss.

"Would you be comfortable sleeping in my bed again tonight? I know we both have work tomorrow and yesterday was the first night you slept over but I’m a bit afraid you could drop and I don’t want that."

He rubs his eyes and nods. "Yeah, I would like that."

You nod and a really happy smile spreads on your lips. You want to be with him because you're a bit afraid he'd drop, that is correct, but you also want to be with him, full stop.

"Come on, let’s get ready for bed then." 

It is only 08 pm but you’re both worn out and tired and you both crave a cuddle and cuddles are just best in bed.

Please and Thank you

Kinktober, October 02

THIS WORK IS 18+ ! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

Summary:

You and Rafe have recently started hooking up for some intense fun. You both enjoy every second of it, but Rafe sometimes needs a little reminder to mind his manners - which you don’t mind giving at all. Or: The one where Rafe is pegged and teased.

Warnings: dom/sub dynamics, domme!reader, sub!rafe, very explicit

biggest thank you for beta-ing this at the very short notice goes to @nemesyaaa

taglist: @yagirlwrites @audzss @valyrianflower @aariahnaa

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Rafe is kneeling in front of the bed as he eyes the toys in front of you. 

“That is going inside me?” He can’t help but ask incredulously.

It’s not a huge dildo per se but it is bigger than the plugs and massagers that the two of you usually use.

You raise your eyebrows and look at him sternly. This alone suffices to silence him and make him avert his eyes but you decide to remind him verbally as well. 

“Manners, Rafe,” you scold.

Then you step in between his wide legs, put two fingers underneath his chin and tilt his chin upwards until his throat is stretched and he looks at you. “You’ll take what I give you,” you remind him slowly, “and you will beg me for it, and once it’s in you, you will thank me for it.”

You can see as much as you can feel him swallow. His gaze flickers around the room.

You can't grab his chin tightly and you can't slap him across the face as you normally would do to a sub in this instance but those are huge triggers for Rafe, so you quickly decide to use your foot to press against his crotch instead. Not hard enough to hurt but the implication is clear and it makes him look at you. “How about a ‘yes, mistress?’” You ask from above and repeat what you said before to give him another chance. “You’ll take what I give you, and you will thank me for it. And if I want you to beg, then you will beg. Do you understand?” You look down at him, expectantly. 

There's a hint of challenge and mischief in his eyes. “Yes, mistress,” he answers quickly this time.

You nod as you release his chin and take your foot from his crotch.

You direct him onto his hands and knees, taking in the willingness he shows to obey you even though he was hesitant only moments before. The amount of trust that he shows to you nearly overwhelms you sometimes.

“I’ll prep you nice and slow, promise,” you say and gently rub the palms of your hands over his ass and thighs. He shivers at your touch. “Ass out, present yourself “ you order and praise him when he obeys, “There you go, good boy. Stay there.”

You give him a brief warning of the coldness before you drizzle lube over his hole. He flinches slightly nevertheless. It always makes you smirk - and you take a mental note to use ice on him at some point in the future. 

You gently rub your hand along his hole, spreading lube and caresses from his hole to his balls and back up, reveling in the fact that he presents his most intimate body parts to you just like that. It isn’t new to you, not at all, not with Rafe and especially not with other people, but it still manages to astound you. To be fair, you could never. 

“Let’s get you nice and wet,” you hum as you slide in a finger. He sighs with pleasure. 

You finger him with one and then with two fingers until he starts to moan with every movement. “Does that feel good?” You tease grinning, absolutely aware of the answer no matter what he would say. His ass is clenching around your fingers - and not in a tense I want them out kind of way but in a more, faster, deeper kind of way.

This is one of the things you admire most about Rafe - the level of vulnerability he offers you simply by not holding back and showing how he loves to get his ass fucked. “So good, mistress,” he answers, his voice hoarse already. 

“What do you say when I make you feel good?” You ask.

“Thank you, mistress,” he breathes out instantly. 

You nod and spread your index and middle finger inside of him even wider so there's enough room to first drizzle more lube inside and push your index finger of your other hand in. You immediately massage his prostate with it so he feels pleasure throughout the stretch and his answering moan is almost obscene. 

His knees seem to give out momentarily and he comes out of the position you told him to stay in. “Where do you think you're going?” You ask sternly but smugly nonetheless, as his hip and ass moved away from you a little bit. You remove one hand from him to guide him back into position while the finger of the other hand presses against his prostate.

He gasps loudly as he pushes back, increasing the pressure against his prostate. “I'm sorry, mistress,” he rasps out.

“Stay in position this time,” You order as you slide the other two fingers back into him. His body reacts again but he manages to stay still this time. “Good thing you're not standing up, huh?” You ask him mischievously. 

He breathes out a laugh. “I don’t think my body would manage,” he replies.

“I'll train you, don't worry.”

His laugh stops and you hear him swallow but you can see his already hard cock twitch in answer to your statement.

You take your sweet time with him, giving him a time of his life with your fingers - completely ignoring his cock that is leaking with precome already - until he completely forgets about the dildo laying next to him.

When he nearly loses himself in the pleasure of having his ass played with, you stop. You slide out all three of your fingers , leaving him empty. 

He whines at the feeling, his breathing fast and shallow with pleasure.

He doesn't stay empty for long as you immediately grab a plug - not thick but long, just as the dildo he's so afraid of - slick it up with a good amount of lube and push it in.

He flinches a bit with surprise when you line it up with his hole and push it in just like that. He flinches again when it fully settles into him - as you said, it's pretty long and he's not used to it - but he takes it more than willingly.

You give him a couple of seconds before you swat him across the ass. “What do you say when I put something in you?”

“Thank you, mistress,” he says immediately. 

Then he looks back to see you grabbing the strapon. “Eyes to the front,” you order when you find him staring uncomfortably at the dildo you've picked out for him, “We'll have fun, don’t worry.”

You don't pull the strapon up just yet. It's one of the double strap-ons where one dildo also goes inside of you and while he still looks a bit uncomfortable, you almost cannot handle your excitement.

You can't touch your vulva with the fingers that have just been inside of him but you know it's wet. You're super turned on since the moment Rafe knelt for you, so the wetness doesn't come as a surprise. 

You move around him until you’re kneeling on the bed in front of him. 

“Sit up,” you instruct simply as you spread your legs wide, “I want you to finger me and put this-” You point at the dildo that would go into you, “- into me.”

He swallows, eyes wide. As of now, it's not often yet that you allow him to touch you.

You make him sit back on his heels - which adjusts the plug inside of him deliciously - before you move until your legs frame one of his thighs. You stay like that, your thighs in the air, not sitting back yourself. This way for one, he has better access to your vagina and for the other, you still can look  down on him and create physical hierarchy. 

“Touch me,” you instruct him, “See how wet you've made me.” 

His breath hitches as he does. “Thank you mistress,” he rasps.

“Good boy,” you praise him, your voice breathier than usual as you feel his fingers rub along your vulva. “Show me what you can do with these beautiful hands of yours,” you instruct.

You know he's good at it. You let him finger you before and it was awesome every single time. He seems to know exactly what you like and just like the other times, this time it doesn't take long at all until he has you coming for the first time today. The powers of this man…

“Such a good boy,” you praise as you ride out the orgasm on his long fingers.

Once you've come down a bit and your breathing evens out, you pull up the straps. “Put some lube on it and help me put it in.”

He swallows. He is rock hard as he rubs lube first over the smaller dildo of the two and then over your vulva. “Can’t I put something else in you?” He asks smugly.

You grin and flick his nipple for his trouble. “And how would I fuck you at the same time.”

 “You already put a big-ass plug-” he starts but you put your hand over his mouth. 

“Stop arguing,” you instruct immediately, “And put the dildo in me right now.”

He swallows and does as you ask. 

It feels wonderful to have something inside of you that you feel with your every move. Something that you can clench on when you feel like it.

You fasten the straps tightly before you make your way back behind him and make him bend over again. “Hands and knees,” you instruct, “And you'll take it without moving out of the position. No moving away from me, do you understand?”

“Yes, mistress.”

At that, pull out the plug, lube up the dildo and his hole generously and line up the dildo, the tip already pushing in a little. 

“How about you show me how much you need it?” You tease him as you pulsate your hips a little bit to increase the pressure on his hole.

“I don’t really need it at all,” he answers incredibly smugly and that’s enough. This brat.

You thrust your hips forward and push it in halfway in one go.

The sound he makes can only be described as a roar. Then he groans with displeasure. 

“You deserved that, didn’t you?” You ask sweetly. 

He makes another sound that could both mean agreement or disagreement.

You keep your hips steady so he can bottom out but you spank his ass twice. The smaller dildo inside you makes you wanna fuck him right away, just because you know you’ll get something out of it as well, but with this, you know, you have to control yourself.

“Did or did you not deserve it?” You ask instead.

He breathes out heavily. “I did, mistress.” You nod appreciatively.

“Yes, you did,” you say softly.

You rub your hands softly all over his body. It's such a beautiful body. Beautiful for sure is the right word for it. Rafe is a man for whom handsome just doesn’t cover it. You rub your hands over his ass, over his thighs, over his back. Nothing helps to make him relax a tiny bit.

At first, you think about checking in with him, maybe changing position, but then you decide to remain persistent for a bit longer. 

“Maybe it's best if you start to relax now, so I can finally move, otherwise I'm gonna help you relax your ass with a spanking.” You back up your statement with a smack on his ass cheek.

He groans again. “Always so strict,” he mumbles, but you can almost see the muscles in his back loosen a little bit. That’s a start. You want him in full sub space, though.

“Mh,” you hum, “Just how you need it.” You try to push in further and he is more relaxed now but not by much.

“Just take it, babe,” you tell him and let your finger caress over his half-hard cock. “Just embrace it. Accept your place and let me fuck you into the mattress until you feel so good. Come on. The more you submit, the more you get rewarded.”

That seems to have done the trick. As you push only a little, the dildo slides in more willingly now. “There you go,” you praise immediately as your hip points finally touch Rafe’s ass. The dildo is all the way in now, finally. 

He makes soft little noises. "It’s so big," he whimpers.

"It's really not,” you tell him as you slowly pull out almost all the way before guiding it back in, “Stay still and take it." You pull out again and push back in again, a little faster this time. You can feel the thrust inside of you as well.

You can see that Rafe is having trouble staying in position. “Drop to your forearms,” you order to make it a little easier on him.

He does and he gasps loudly at the change in angle. 

“It's uh… uh… it's… Y/N, mistress,” Rafe rasps.

“Yes, babe?” You ask teasingly.

"It's too big!" He whimpers and comes back up onto his hands. 

"Aww, no, it's not, baby. It's been in you before. You even came on it before and you will come on it again!"

His answer is a loud groan. 

You decide to make it both easier and more intense for him. “Put that leg forward,” you instruct and tap on his left knee so you can guide it in between his hands. Splitting the legs like this makes it easier to slide the dildo in but at the same time, it goes in deeper. Your smile is devilish.

He moans loudly when you push in fully for the first time, reaching a point inside of him that probably no one has ever reached. You slide in easily, no resistance whatsoever. He's finally fully relaxed. 

"Look at that!”, you exclaim with pride as his hole relaxes and seems to nearly swallow the dildo. “Your body wants it, even if you say otherwise."

He doesn’t respond but just lets you have your way with him. 

You start fucking him more fluently now, establishing a steady rhythm in which you thrust into him as deeply as you can. It’s more than just sliding in and out of him. You actively thrust your hips forward - this way it is even more intense for him but you yourself feel more at the same time. 

You change the angle a little so that you brush his sweet spot with every push.

When you hit it the first and immediately after the second time, he starts to scream. “Ah, mistress, it's too much,” he cries, “It's too much!"

You put a hand on the small of his back to prevent him from getting up. “You can take it baby, I know you can,” you remind him calmly.

He shakes his head. “I can’t, no, mistress, I really can’t.”

This makes you pause. “Safeword or I'll continue,” you say strictly.

He whimpers but he doesn't say anything else.

“What’s your color, Rafe?” you follow up urgently. 

“Green, mistress,” he murmurs. 

A smile spreads across your face. You can’t bite back a comment. “Thought so,” you tease as you push in your strap on, “Now, stop the whining and let yourself enjoy it.”

You take a magic wand to his teint where you can additionally stimulate his prostate from the outside while you fuck your strap into him. His cock is rock hard again, completely neglected for now, but leaking streaks of precome never the less.

You continue hitting his prostate on the inside and massaging it on the outside. This way, you continue to make him scream. 

Your part of the strap-on feels absolutely amazing inside of you as well and make a promise to yourself to use it much more often, even though it probably won’t be Rafe’s favorite toy. It doesn’t take you long to be very close to cuming yourself, already so turned on by the scene and by this beautiful, whiny boy in front of you, but you make yourself last as long as you can before you take the magic wand between your legs from behind and add vibrations to the dildo inside of you. You thrust harder now, trying to make yourself cum, “Stay right there!” you instruct Rafe so you can use him as counterpressure for the strap-on and then you are cuming with a shout and stuttering hips.

So, so good.

“Good boy,” you praise him as you're coming down from your orgasm again. “Made me cum again just by letting himself be fucked.”

Rafe groans and you figure, he has finally earned a real treat. You bring the magic wand to his balls again and this time you just concentrate on giving him the ultimate pleasure, fucking him and simultaneously stimulating every erotic zone of his body - his dick, his balls and his prostate, first and foremost. Rafe’s screaming and shouting and moaning only intensifies when you take your other free hand to his cock and start to stroke it in rhythm with your thrusts.

By the time you have finally fucked him speechless, you are close to cuming a second time as well. You quickly decide to put him first now as he probably won’t take another round without cuming without permission and you’d rather torture him a little bit.

You know it’s time, when he speaks again. “Mistress, may I cum? Please?” It’s whiny and soft but it’s clear and it's the first coherent sentence he has uttered in a while. 

You almost give in, feeling how hard and turned on he already is but then you decide to not give in this easily. “How about you beg me for it after you've put up such a fight before?”

He whines with frustration. 

“The better you submit, the faster you get rewarded,” you remind him again and it definitely is the right thing to say. 

He gasps, drops of sweat trailing down his spine. "Please, let me cum," he whimpers, the words almost broken. "I can’t take it anymore. Please, Mistress, please." He stops begging after that.

“Oh no, Rafe,” you scold him, turn off the magic wand and spank him again, while you keep thrusting steadily into him, “You can do better than that—come on, beg like you really mean it.”

He whines but takes a deep breath in and starts begging again. “I… I’ll do anything, anything you want, just—please, Mistress, I’m begging you!" His voice cracked, raw and frantic, every word dripping with desperation as you finally have him exactly where you want him. "I can’t take it anymore… I need to cum so badly. Please, I’ll be good, I’ll be perfect… please, Mistress, just let me cum, please! I’m begging you, Mistress.” He is basically sobbing now, his voice barely holding together, probably humiliated by how far gone he was, but unable to stop either way. “Please, I can’t breathe, I need it… I’ll do anything to be good for you, I’ll take whatever you want, just please, please let me cum.” His entire body shook, trembling with the effort of holding back.

“There you go, good boy,” you praise and decide to not let him off the hook just yet, “How about you thank me for putting up with your behavior.”

He whines again before he takes a deep breath in and does as he’s told. “Thank you so much for fucking me so good, Mistress. I know, I put up a fight before and I shouldn’t have. It feels so good now. I’ll always take everything however you want. Just… please, I need you to… let me cum. Please, Mistress. I’m so close.”

“Close, isn’t close enough,” you tease him, turn on the magic wand again and hold it first to his prostate and then to the tip of his cock.

His whole body shudders at the feeling and he screams in surprise.

“How about that?” You ask calmly. “Are you even closer now?”

“Yes, Mistress, please,” he shouts hoarsely, “I’m so close, I can’t hold it anymore, please, let me cum, please, Mistress.” You notice that his hands have gripped the sheets tightly at one point, and his body is trembling, waiting for you to decide his fate.

“Ask nicely one more time,” you demand, pressing against a certain point of his cock to prevent the cum from shooting out.

He obeys before you even stop speaking: “Please, Mistress, may I cum?”

“Yes, you may,” you allow and it’s only a matter of seconds before he cums with a shout. He cums violently. He cums and cums and it doesn’t even seem to end. His arms and his legs begin to shake and as they almost give out, he tries to lay down on the bed. “Hold your position as you cum!” You remind him sternly as you grip his hips tightly with one free hand so you can fuck him properly through his orgasm. He tries to keep his body where it’s supposed to be and that is enough for you for now. There is another thing that irritates you, though.

“What do you say?” You ask him and as you ask it, it really rubs you the wrong way that you have to ask at all. You clearly need to train him a little bit better.

“Thank you, Mistress,” he replies immediately. So he knows what to say. He always knows. He just keeps forgetting.

“I don’t want to have to ask you over and over again,” You say and you pass the point where you should stop stimulating him as he is getting more and more sensitive. “You know exactly what to say and when to say it.”

He whines loudly, when he realizes what you are up to, and moves away from you. Apparently, whining is all he can do today.

“On your back,” you order strictly, “Quick. Now.”

And he does, without a fight. You quickly slide a pillow underneath his lower back.

“Legs up, grab your thighs with your hands,” you instruct. Your tone doesn’t leave any room for talking back. He knows not to disobey right now. His eyes are fixed on your every move. You have him how you want him in a matter of seconds.

You slide your strap-on back into him. He squirms away a little bit but quickly recovers without your instruction. “What do you say when I put something in you?” You ask him as you start to thrust into him again. 

He groans at the overstimulation. “Thank you, Mistress,” he rasps out nevertheless.

You take his spent cock back into your hand and continue to stroke it. He shouts but you ignore him. “And what do you say when I touch your cock?”

“Thank you, Mistress!” He screams, his voice high. 

You can tell that he is fighting to stay exactly how you want him and he manages despite the pain of the overstimulation. There’s a good boy.

“And what do you say when I allow you to cum?”

“Thank you, Mistress!” There are tears in his eyes now but he doesn’t safeword out, so you don’t stop. You continue to stroke his cock until it is hard again while you thrust deep inside of him. In this position you can even see the strap-on push against the muscles of his abdomen from the inside and the mere sight of it almost makes you cum again.

“That’s right, Rafe,” you praise. “You thank me immediately when I let you cum, are we clear about that?”

“Yes, Mistress,” he whines. There he is, the whiny little submissive. 

No more groaning, no more screaming, no more talking back. He can do nothing more but whine. This is all your doing.

“Good boy,” you praise him and rub your free hand over his chest. “Now let’s try that again.”

“No!” He looks up in shock. “No, Mistress, please.” He lets his head fall back down with a cry.

"You don’t get to decide when it ends,” you remind him sternly, “That’s my job. So what you’re gonna do is, you will lay there and let me fuck you until I cum again and then, if you’ve been good, I’ll allow you to cum another time as well. Are we clear?”

He swallows and hides his face under his arm but doesn’t say anything. 

You flick his ball. Hard. His whole body jolts. “Answer me, Rafe,” you demand, “Are we clear?”

“Yes, we are clear, Mistress,” he answers.

“Good,” you smile down at him, “Push through the pain, baby, come on. You know there’s nothing but pleasure on the other side.”

You know you are right and the good thing is, that he knows it, too.

#

The room is quiet now, the shared intensity still lingering in the atmosphere. His body lies limp on the bed, utterly spent, every muscle relaxed after being pushed beyond his limits. His breath is still uneven, his chest rising and falling in slow, deep waves as he tries to steady himself. His skin, still flushed from the overstimulation, glistens faintly under the dim light, soft tremors running through him as he comes down from the high.

You are right beside him, your touch featherlight as your fingertips trace soothing patterns along his torso, grounding him. 

"Well done, babe," you whisper, your voice soft and full of warmth, a stark contrast to the dominant authority she wielded just moments before. Your fingers slide into his hair, gently combing through the damp strands, and he sighs and it almost sounds like a sob as he melts into your touch.

“I’ve got you,” you murmur, your lips brushing his temple as you press a soft kiss there. "Just breathe. You're okay now, babe."

He blinks up slowly and locks eyes with you, searching for something in them that you don’t know whether or not he finds. 

After a couple of seconds, he looks away and pulls at your arm until you are lying next to him, cuddled up against his chest. 

He blinks slowly, as he looks at you, his eyelids heavy and you can’t help but cup his face in admiration and awe. 

“Did you put up a fight to be a brat and rile me up or because you really felt uncomfortable?” You ask him quietly. 

He chuckles softly and tugs you closer against himself.

“The dildo really is big and it felt like it was too big, for real, but yeah, once it went in without hurting, I loved every second of it.”

“Okay good,” you say, almost a little relieved, “I’m not too much into the whole talking back and being a bitch. I like my subs to be well-behaved so that I can spoil them properly.”

He tenses and swallows ashamedly. Your eyes go wide and you continue talking quickly before he gets the wrong impression. 

“Oh no, sorry!”, you clarify immediately, “Don’t be ashamed or anything. I loved this scene so much. Every second of it. It was perfect. I just meant… in general.”

He nods and relaxes back against you.

The two of you are quiet for a little while.

“I love when you have me so… desperate,” he swallows at the word but continues to speak anyways. His voice is softer now, as he admits, “I can’t believe, I can get like that with you,” he says it in wonder but despite his words, there are still traces of shame in his voice.

“Even the overstimulation?”  You ask carefully.

He smirks first and looks away then, ashamed once again. 

“Don’t be ashamed, Rafe, please,” you beg him, “I love that I get to see this vulnerable side of you and it turns me on incredibly.”

“Really?” He asks, his eyes wide and once again, you want to smack the whole world for telling men that they couldn’t be like this. Hot and bothered and desperate and wanting and submissive.

“Yes,” You say firmly, “Really.”

“I love the overstimulation,” he admits sheepishly. 

You laugh. “What’s there to be shy about?” You ask incredulously. “This is amazing, I love overstimulating my partners.”

“It’s just… it’s the best mixture of pain and pleasure,” he answers, “You want it to stop because it hurts and at the same time it hurts because it feels too good.”

You nod. There are lots of people out there hating overstimulation who would never go with Rafe’s description of it but you’ll take it.

He really is perfect, this new(-ish) sub of yours. You are perfect for each other. 

You can’t wait to see where this is going.

HOLY SHIT!!

these kinky prompts are 🔥🔥🔥🔥

thanks love xx i'm gonna start posting today and I'm super excited

It's my favourite time of the year...... kinktober starts today 💫

I'll be posting every other day, starting today, October 02, until October 31

hey everyone,

is there anyone out there who might be up for beta-ing my sub!rafekinktober works? i know it's filthy smut but especially because of that I get a bit insecure sometimes... i'm good with plot but this doesn't really have plot in it at all so... you know. i just would love to know if i'm coherent and stuff, not too repetitive... you probably know the deal. also English is not my first language

oh and reader continues to be a chatty domme, lots of conversation during scenes, but if you've read my previous stuff and you liked it then you'll probably like the upcoming stuff as well

I just realized that my first couple of kinktober works are pretty an*l heavy... I hope at least some of you share my obsession, hehe

for everyone else, it gets less after a while, I promise

rafe i hate everyone except for you and around you i am myself and turn to mush cameron

He’s so pretty and perfect I want to cry 🫠🫠

he looks so fine in this picture i need to sit on his face oh my god .