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Vile Intentions

60s!Older!Duncan Shepherd x Female Reader

You’d been obsessing over your fathers older best friend for months, finding it near impossible to tear your eyes from the stunning man throughout every party of your parent's that he had attended. So when the notoriously promiscuous man made a move on your young and naive self, you decided to disregard your friends and mothers concerns of his ungodliness and let yourself collapse into his grasp. If only you had known of his growing obsession with you and it's Vile Intentions.

Disclaimer: the concept of 60s!Duncan was come up with by Daisy ( @celestialrequiem ) and all credits go to her! Daisy always comes up with the best concepts so if you’re interested in more creepy, 60s!Duncan then please check out days of candy!! It’s art😌 But with Daisies permission, i’ve been writing this piece for the past few months as a set up for a new au which I’m currently working on. I’ve already written multiple other (smutty) fics for it nd they should all hopefully be out soon:)

Please read the warnings!!

Warnings: inappropriate relationships, large age gap (reader is 20 whilst Duncan is in his early 40s), dad’s best friend!Duncan, very slight hints at daddy kink, some teasing, innocent reader, 60s housewife stereotype, possessiveness, manipulative behaviours, maybe some slight mentions of a religion corruption kink?, kinda creepy duncan, mentions of alcohol, implied judgments of reader and mentions of smut:)

Notes: This fic is kind of inspired by cruel intentions, the manipulation themes and sudcing stuff is anyway hehe. I haven’t actually finished this the way I wanted to, but ahh I just needed to post something so I can get out of the writer's block i’ve been having. So yeah! Basically this is just a bit of creepy, manipulative, 60s!Duncan that will be a set up for a few other fics i’ve got in the works:))💗

Word count: 3.3k

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You had been staring at him all night, taking every chance you could to wander off from the rest of the party and stare at the handsome man.

Duncan, or as your parents referred to him, Mr. Shepherd, was a friend of your fathers and attended most the parties your family held. He knew your father from work as he owned a partnering company to the one your father worked at. They had met each other several months ago at a business meeting, and despite Duncan being 10 years or so younger than your father, the two of them became good friends quickly. At these events, they could usually be found drinking together near the living room bar, smoking cubans and joking about their recent work triumphs. It was their favourite ritual.

Duncan was around 40, well spoken and extremely attractive. Every time you saw him you were blown away by his looks. It was shameful how starstruck you became in his presence and you knew it was wrong to be thinking of an older man in such way, but you couldn’t help yourself. Your father spoke so very fondly of him and you couldn’t agree more with his sentiments.

You remember the first night you saw him. He had come over for dinner with your parents whilst you were out with some girlfriends and you had found yourself arriving home just as he was leaving. You were far too scared to talk to him, so instead you snuck up the stairs and stopped on the landing to lean over the banister and watch your parents wish him a goodnight.

You were shy, only having flirted with a few boys whilst you were in school as dating didn't appeal to you the same way it did your peers. You had been taught from very young age that the happenings that came from ‘dating’ were ungodly and that you were to stay far, far away from them. Instead you were to simply court a good man and marry him when the time came, but it had been 2 years since you left school now and the most male attention you had been able to gather was some light small talk at the local diner that had frightened you too much to properly partake in.

Still being at home with your parents had some benefits, though. You had more free time that didn't yet have to be spent as the ‘good housewife’ and you cherished that, knowing you would have to fill that role at some point soon. Luckily that thought didn't worry you too much. You had been prepared for it by your mother most of your life and like any good young lady, practicing your cooking and cleaning was just a normal part of life.

Parties were good for this. You were able to cook for your parent’s many guests and receive their compliments and criticisms on it, though recently the only opinions you cared for were Duncan’s. You would secretly listen in on his conversations with your father as he devoured your dishes, hoping for some kind of praise from the man.

You had spent this party in particular watching him from behind the kitchen door, peering past it just enough that you had a good view of his stubble blanketed face. As per usual, he was joking with your father, holding a bourbon in one hand and smoking a cigar with the other.

There were a few other men gathered closely around them, but all were busy with their own conversations, leaving Duncan with the perfect opportunity to bring up the topic he had been eager to discuss all night.

Letting out a laugh, he turned his head and fixed his eyes onto you. Seeing you freeze up in fear, he winked at you before returning to the conversion with your father. “Say, is that you daughter over there?” He lifted his glass in your direction, noticing you had now disappeared back into your not so secret hiding spot. You had retreated behind the door when you saw him point, not wanting to be in any kind of trouble with your father.

“Mhm, that’s Y/N. Our youngest.” your father chuckled at your bashfulness.

“She’s beautiful” He took a drag from his cigar, thinking back to the many times he had spotted your precious little face staring. Of course, he already knew who you were; but your father needn't be aware of that.

Your father nodded along. “She’s a pretty doll, but she’s too shy for her own good.” He looked down at the floor, worried thoughts running through his mind at the reminder of your anxiousness.

“Oh yeah?” This didn't actually surprise Duncan in the slightest; It was obvious you were shy. He found you gazing at him every time you were in the same room and yet you had never spoken to him. But this silent attraction of yours had never made you seem any less appealing to him, if anything the challenge of coaxing you out of your shell only served to entice him further.

He liked how quiet you were, the idea of receiving the reward of your sweet young voice when he finally managed to pluck sentences out of you delighted him. Just thinking about you excited him far more than anybody else he had been with. You were uncharted territory that was willing and wanting to be claimed by him. Nothing turned him on more.

“Well no man wants to marry a girl like that. She’d be a good housewife one day if she’d just talk to the men that showed interest in her! But every time someone’s tried, she’s gotten all flustered. Doesn’t say a damn word! Then they just.. loose interest and well.. here we are.” Your father cherished you, but he feared you would struggle in the real world; being you couldn’t hold a conversation to save your life.

Taking another drag of his cigar, he watched the door and listened to your fathers concerns, hoping to see you pop your head back around to sneak another peek at him, and surely enough you did. Your father watched this interaction, seeing the two of you lock eyes before yours fell to the ground cowardly. “She doesn’t exactly make it easy.” Your father commented.

Preparing to finally approach you after too many nights spent feeling your eyes on him without a single word spoken, Duncan finished his drink and placed it down on the hardwood bar beside him, saying one last thing to your father before parting. “Well perhaps those men should've put up more of a fight.”

Giving an illusion of focus, you stared down at your feet as you nervously danced them around each other. His polished black shoes entered your vision, your eyes trailing their way up his pant legs and blazer to his stubble sculpted face. Looking up at him from where you stood in the kitchen doorway, you felt your cheeks bloom a hot, cherry red. You were terrified.

“I couldn’t help but notice your staring back there, sweetheart.” He smiled down at you, his large stature making him tower over your frame.

You opened your mouth to speak, but no words would come out. You wanted to defend yourself and apologise for your behaviour, but all you managed to squeak out after your long, unwanted silence was a meek “I-i’m sorry.”

“There’s no need for apologises. I enjoyed it.” He placed his hand on the wall next to you, leaning over you and licking his lip as he stared you up and down. He had never been this close to you before. He could make out the blue in your eyeshadow and smell the floral tones of the sweet fragrance you adorned. Yet he still craved to be closer.

You didn't know what to say now he was being so forward. Forgetting every word in your vocabulary, you felt your breathing grow heavy with the weight of fear now coursing through you. You looked back down at his feet, just wanting to avoid his eyes. Obviously you had dreamt of this occurring many times before, but now he was really here on front of you, the realisation of having to hold a conversation with such an attractive, older man had become far too daunting.

“You’re a nervous little thing, aren’t you?” He grazed his thumb over the bottom of your chin and lifted it slightly, his cigar balanced securely between his index and middle finger of the same hand gracing your face. “You know, I don’t bite, little one.” He chuckled, easing your nerves as you laughed lightly at his joke.

“So daddy’s not mad at me?” Feeling more confident now you had spoken, You looked past his shoulder at your father who was watching your conversation intently. You found it curious he approved of Duncan’s flirting.

“Oh no, Daddy’s not mad at you. I just thought you could use some company.” He caressed the outline of your jaw before bringing his hand to his face and puffing on his cigar, doing his very best to suppress the groan that was threatening to leave his lips after hearing your use of such a word. And his own words? They were smooth, of course. His confidence captivating and the way he bathed in your innocence; intoxicating.

He was a very flirtatious man, that you knew. You had heard rumours of his promiscuous nature when listening in on your mothers gossip sessions with her friends, all of them saying he hadn’t a wife, yet his bed was never empty.

You never saw him at Sunday service either. Everyone you knew would attend church, but not him. Not even once had he graced your congregation with an appearance. Your mother had commented on this concerning attribute of his to your father once before, during dinner, but he dismissed it, saying Duncan was a busy man and couldn’t afford to go to church when he was running such a large company; not even on god’s day.

But when you saw his face, all of your worries and concerns were washed away. He could have confessed unspeakable sins and you would have still found yourself worshiping him, falling to your knees and grovelling at his feet for just a slither of attention. And if your father trusted and defended him so often, then why shouldn’t you? Daddy knew him best and he wouldn’t be so open to him flirting with you if he was truly such a corrupt man.

“Company would sure be swell. That is.. as long as it’s you.” You batted your eyelashes at him, doing your best to uphold a facade confidence and flirt back. You didn't want to mess this up.

He smirked at the boldness of your words, moving his hand to run over your cheekbone with his finger tip of his thumb. “What’d you say we take a walk outside? Get a little more privacy.” He lowered his arm, offering it to you and waiting for you to grab it so he could lead you into the garden.

You considered your next move carefully, knowing it could be vital; but it didn't take you long to decide. You didn't care about the 20 year age gap or his reputation, too infatuated with his looks and charm to care about the judgmental stares you would receive if you walked out the door with him. So you accepted.

He finally had you.

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That night in the garden had been incredible. He was a very traditional man from what it seemed, extremely polite and respectful; far more than any man your own age had ever been. You knew others might not agree with your pairing, but you didn't care. He had asked if he could take you to the pictures the next Friday and you couldn’t have been more thrilled, trying to hide your excitement as you accepted his offer.

Your parents had argued with each other over breakfast the next morning, your mother scolding your father for letting such a man attempt to court you. She wasn’t happy when she found out you would be seeing him again but your father supported it, saying he couldn't think of anybody else who could better look after you. Duncan was more than wealthy enough to care for you properly and you were well aware of that.

Duncan knew that too, of course. He knew he could offer you so many things you had never experienced before. Whether that was buying you expensive jewellery he knew your father never did, or fucking your virgin cunt senseless, it didn't matter. He just knew he could and he would. He wanted you. Wanted to make you his and nobody else’s.

Things had moved pretty fast after your first date. The two of you would see each other pretty regularly. He would take you to dinner at a number of fancy restaurants he liked, or for drives in his red Cadillac where he would slide a hand over onto your thigh and leave it there whilst you watched him drive. You thought nothing of this little habit. It was something that made you tremble, yes, but you would have never suspected it to be his intention. Just as you didn't suspect his true motives for dating you in the first place. You would have never guessed he wanted you in the vulgar manner he truly did, and certainly not since the very first time he saw you; that would just be absurd.

At first the realisation it wasn’t just another quick fuck he was craving was much to Duncan’s dismay, but he grew to appreciate his new found desire. He wanted to lure you in, use his suave and traditional act to make you slowly fall for him, convince you he was just as reputable and unblemished as you were. He dreamt of the day he could call you his wife, his personal piece of arm candy to parade around and have obsess over him whenever and however much he desired it. It shouldn't be too hard, that he knew. You were so young and unguided. Easily manipulated, one might say. He adored the way you looked at him, your eyes glassed over with innocence, he almost felt himself wanting to look after you. Make you his little girl. But mostly he just couldn't stand the idea of another man’s hands on you. He needed to be there before someone else swooped in and stole you from him. Like an eagle stalking it’s pray.

Whenever he would drop you off at home, he would always walk you up to the front door and plant a cheeky kiss on your lips, politely pulling away after just a few seconds; but this one time was different. He slipped up.

You had been seeing him for just over three months at the time and were falling for him harder everyday. So when he walked you to the door and pressed his lips against yours just as he always did, you made the impulsive decision to keep him there a just little longer, moving your hand up to his hair and stopping him from pulling back.

You felt his hand rest on your waist, his other moving up your back to press you closer to him. You’d not been excepting his enthusiasm and it shook you to your core, never having been kissed like this before. The furthest you’d ever gone with a boy had been a four second kiss that happened in the playground at school over a decade ago.

Duncan’s lips began moving against yours, rough and urgent. It was too much. You felt your cunt grow hot and you emitted a sudden whimper at the feeling of his tongue entering your mouth. You didn’t know what to do with your hands, flailing them around as he held you tight.

You felt the bittersweet tang of blood hit your tongue as he bite down on your bottom lip, the pain of it somehow transforming into more pleasure as he violently pushed you into the door, creating a bang so loud you were sure everyone inside would have had heard it.

Of course you had been right, your mother had in fact heard it and was now interrupting the frenzied, lust filled moment you were sharing with Duncan by calling out your name, trying to find out if you were finally home at an hour this late.

He released you from his grasp, placing his arms down at his sides and pausing. You stared up at him, lips pierced and face completely red with embarrassment. You were filled with an urge you didn't quite understand as you found yourself wishing the moment hadn't ended so quickly.

“Sleep well, Y/N.” he quickly wished you goodbye, running his hand through his styled curls and retreating down the path to his car after his sudden loss of self control. You watched him for a moment before opening the front door and stuffing yourself inside, just wanting to run upstairs and hide from your prying mother’s questions.

Despite Duncan’s words, you didn’t sleep well that night. You tossed and turned for hours, tirelessly fighting the unsatisfied tingling feeling that had occupied your crotch ever since he first set his perverted lips on yours. You’d never felt like this before. Your body radiated heat like magma, urges feeling as if they had become trapped underneath your sweltering skin, trying desperately to claw themselves free from your pent up limbs before you combust from complete absence.

It all felt so new. So stimulating. so.. arousing. How could you have possibly been expected to restrain yourself from falling for someone who you could make you feel such carnal pleasures? You had been hidden from affection your whole life, only to have Duncan bathe you in it; buying you anything and taking you anywhere you wanted. He nurtured you as if you were the most precious object in existence, making sure that the overwhelming sense of love for him inside of you grew so present that when the time came to propose, you couldn't have possibly said no to him; even if you had wanted to.

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Your vision skewed and hazed by the puffy, white vail which draped over your face, you stared down at the church hall flooring, doing your best not to stumble over your own feet, being far too terrified to gaze up at the man you were destained to be with forever.

You were gaining on the end of the isle rapidly, fear flowing through your veins at a rate you had never experienced before and feeling the burn of your family and friends eyes scorching into your virgin skin. There they all stood, watching your young, trembling hands grip into your fathers arm with the sudden realisation you would soon be without him and belong to another.

Reaching the inevitable end, you left your fathers hold, carrying yourself up towards your future husband on only the dreams of what you hoped would be. Hearing the once deafening organ halt to a sudden silence, he lifted your vail and from deep within his chest, released a satisfied exhale, being reminded of the blinding and innocent beauty he was marrying.

Remembering your voice, as shaky as it may have been, you plead your vows. You stared up into his eyes and searched for the warm comfort his aquamarines had bore reassurance into your own with many a time before, solace and joy settling into you immediately.

Accepting your ring with a smile as wide as your now sparkling eyes, you muttered the fatal ‘’I do.”

"You may kiss the bride.” The priest chided happily, undivulged to how sinful of a man he had just bound you to.

Leaning in, Your new husband kissed you passionately. Quickly enough to look respectful in front of your peers and relatives, of course; but turbulently lewd enough to snatch your breathe away. He moved back, keeping his hold on your waist locked into place as he looked down at you with a devilish grin as you beamed back up at him.

“My bride. All mine.”

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You’re with me - Oneshot

Duncan Shepherd x fem!reader

Words: 4K

Summary: Duncan and I used to be something, something that just worked. It’s been months since our break-up and it’s time to face him once again armed with my new job and my new date. But that’s not going to stop Duncan from trying to win me back.

Warning: SMUT, elevator!sex, mention of squirting, swearing, softdom!Duncan, could be considering cheating I GUESS?!

A/N: My first Duncan fic as promised! Our Duncan is one determined boy in this one, some may argue a little too pushy even so this is just a reminder that you DO NOT have to put up with a situation like this or feel like you have to do anything similar to the reader. They have history in this fic, but even so! Couldn’t resist going a little soft with Duncan in this one too.

(Gif by @codyfernsource) 

I was aware of what I was letting myself into. This event was being hosted by the Shepherd Foundation and by attending I am willingly plunging myself back into my past. This is Duncan’s empire, a world I used to be so familiar with. I knew how it worked, how I operated within it and most importantly how to keep my head above the surface, but now I’m an outsider. I don’t know the faces in the crowd, the only familiar people are the Shepherds themselves making it painfully awkward as Annette kisses me on both cheeks, ‘We don’t get to see enough of you anymore.’ She laments, ‘There’s no need to be a stranger, Y/N.’

        ‘My new job is taking up a lot of my time.’ I reply, offering her my best smile though we both know it’s fake.

        ‘Yes, Duncan has told us all about that.’ Annette’s eyes gleam, ‘Working under our new Madam President must be very exciting, quite the promotion wasn’t it?’

        ‘Claire remembered some of the favours I did her.’ I admit, but Annette is making me sound dishonest, as if I got my job underhandedly and it sends a note of suspicion through me. I know the President has her suspicions about the Shepherds, but I’ll keep that to myself for now.

        ‘Are you here alone?’ Annette asks, ‘Duncan is yet to arrive if you are looking for-’

        I’m quick to cut in, ‘That ended a while ago, actually.’

I can see Annette’s intrigued, ‘Really?’ She breathes, ‘Duncan has kept quiet about that.’

‘Quiet about what?’

I would have cursed under my breath if I could, instead I’m forced to suck it up as Duncan swaggers towards us. As our eyes meet he swipes a second glass of champagne and hands it to me, ‘I had no idea you were on the guest list tonight Y/N and I should know, I planned it myself.’

It’s a warning, a barb that tells me I don’t belong here without his approval. ‘I’m here with my date, Nathan Pendlehouse.’ I reply, ‘You did allow plus ones.’

I take great joy in watching Duncan’s expression sour, ‘Pendlehouse,’ He mutters before plastering on a smile of his own, ‘So I did.’

Annette has sensed the awkward atmosphere, ‘I’ve heard of him, the Editor of the New Yorker, no? How long have you been dating?’

‘It’s relatively new.’ I reveal, watching for any action that will give Duncan away. ‘But it’s going well so far.’

Duncan finishes his champagne, plucks mine and starts on that too. Annette gives him a disdainful glance, ‘Well I must do the rounds,’ She announces. ‘I’ll be sure to congratulate Nathan on landing our dear Y/N if I see him.’

        We both wait till Annette is out of earshot before rounding on each other, ‘Leave.’ Duncan orders.

        ‘This is a hotel for starters and I have a room here.’ I fire back, ‘Plus I am a guest at your Uncle’s benefit so it will take a lot more than you to get me out of here.’

        ‘I have a room too.’

        It takes you a moment to process his intonation, ‘You’re disgusting.’

        ‘You wouldn’t still be talking to me if you weren’t interested.’

        ‘You’re vile.’ He’s steps closer to me, finishes my champagne and passes me back the empty glass, ‘I was going to drink that.’

        ‘I’ll buy you a whole bottle,’ Duncan pushes.

        I walk away, Duncan’s advances are just too much and I’m more than happy with Nathan. I have no intention of ending the night in Duncan Shepherd’s bed…again.

Nathan is over by the ice sculpture, sampling the buffet. He kisses my cheek and I feel nothing as I rub my hand over his back, just in case Duncan has followed me.

        ‘Mingling, darling?’ Nathan asks and I just nod, trying to engage in the nearest conversation around me. Nathan does a better job at socialising than I and for a while I’m happy losing myself in the small talk. The only thrill I have is throwing in my own disparaging remarks about the Shepherd chemical leak, but soon Nathan blabs about who I am and who I work for.

        The tone of conversation shifts to me and suddenly I’m the centre of attention. Of course I am, everyone wants to know Claire Underwood’s secrets and I’m one of the few who knows a handful. I wind up with a crowd circling me, most are respectful but there are a few who cast disparaging remarks towards my decision to back the first female President. I catch Duncan loitering in the back of the group next to his step-mother, a fresh glass of champagne in his hands. He offers me a toast when we lock eyes and Annette has had enough. She breezes forwards, ‘If you keep crowding dear Y/N you’re going to suffocate her.’ She jokes, though there’s no warmth in her eyes. Her hand cups my lower back, ‘Let’s get you some fresh air, my dear.’

        I let her lead the way just so I can take the escape she’s offering me. Nathan is already chatting up another group of people and I feel a wave of distaste slither through me, did he not worry where his date was going?

        ‘You always knew how to steal the spotlight.’ Annette says and the warning is all too clear.

        I put some distance between us both, ‘Perhaps you should do a better job of hanging onto it then.’ I say, ‘Tell your son to stop perving on me too, I’m not his plaything anymore.’

        I haven’t been here long, but I’ve already had more than enough of the Shepherds for one night. I tap Nathan on the shoulder, ‘I’m feeling a little dizzy,’ I lie. ‘I think I’m going to call it quits if that’s alright.’

        My date excuses himself and pulls me over to the chocolate fountain, ‘We’ve been here less than an hour.’

        ‘I know.’ I whine, ‘It’s just been a bit too much. Annette’s already harassing me and Duncan-’

        ‘Why did I know this would be about your ex.’

        ‘Duncan was six months ago.’ I reply, ‘We are ancient buried history.’

        Nathan plucks a strawberry and dips it in the fountain, ‘Doesn’t look that way to me.’

        ‘Meaning?’

        Nathan offers me the chocolate covered strawberry and I take it, ‘It means he’s been watching us from behind that pillar ever since we started this conversation.’ There’s a burning urge to look where Nathan is referring to, but I resist. ‘Seems he isn’t over you.’

        Pride surges through me. I bring the strawberry to my lips and suckle all the chocolate off, nice and slow keeping my eyes on Nathan. ‘All the more reason for me to head back to my room now.’ I persuade, ‘Unless you like the idea of another man staring at me,’ I tilt my head and inch a little closer to him, ‘Wanting me the way you do.’

        Nathan smirks, ‘Perhaps you’re right.’ He glances from his social circle and then back to me, ‘I won’t be too long, wait up for me?’

        I flash him my best smile only a little disappointed by his decision to remain here, I kiss him on the cheek and wave goodnight to his ‘friends’. As I’m heading out of the ballroom I catch sight of Duncan following me and I quicken my pace, not wanting another altercation. He’s certainly trying hard to win me over and I feel my veins jump to life at the thrill of the chase.

        I seize a bottle of Cava from an ice bucket on my way out, ready for it to keep me company till Nathan returns. I head for the elevator, glancing back over my shoulder as Duncan rounds the corner. The elevator doors ping open, I get inside as quickly as possible and press the button for my floor along with the close door button at the same time. Duncan’s broken into a run, trying to beat the doors and just as he reaches them they slide shut. I offer him a cheeky wave as he disappears from my view and once I’m alone I let out the breath I was holding.

        I beat him, I won.

        For some reason I’m always on the highest floor whenever I stay at a hotel and the doors open twice on my way to floor thirteen. My heart races every time we stop, I’m expecting to see Duncan standing on the other side, but so far there has been no sight of him. My companions get out at floor eleven and I’m alone again for the last two floors, I check twitter on my phone as the doors open and nearly walk right into someone as I step out.

        Hands grasp my shoulders, pushing me back inside the elevator, seizing the bottle of Cava and my phone drops out of my hand, landing on the carpeted floor just outside the elevator. I try to bend down for it, but my captor is having none of that, ‘You can get it after.’

        Duncan.

He’s panting heavily, his suit crinkled and his tie loosened. Duncan’s dark hair is mussed as he eyes me up and down. I shove against him, ‘The fuck? Did you run up-’

        ‘All thirteen flights of stairs?’ He asks, ‘You bet your sweet ass I did.’

        My mouth drops open, ‘Why?’

        A faint chuckle leaves his plump lips as he presses me into the back of the elevator. Duncan places the champagne bottle on the floor as the elevator doors slide shut, with them my chance of escaping. He returns to me quickly, his eyes hungry and predatorial. Duncan’s hand skims my collarbone and then lifts my chin up to meet his eyes, ‘Oh my Y/N,’ He purrs, ‘Because you wanted me to.’

        We start to descend, ‘I want to go to my room.’ I say, ‘Let me go.’

        ‘But you don’t want me to.’ Duncan’s voice is as light as a breeze, ‘Not really. That cute little wave you sent me just now, sucking that strawberry dry when you knew I was watching, you want me just as badly as I want you.’

        His lips crash into mine, stealing my breath away. My hands shove against his chest, but I can’t deny the moan of approval that hums in my throat.

I’m finally tasting him again.

The flavour of champagne and luxury meets my tongue, it’s so familiar and so Duncan I pull him closer. An ache settles deep in my bones at finally having it in my mouth again as my tongue curls around Duncan’s.

        My senses return to me and I break away. There’s a crack as my hand connects with his face and Duncan staggers wildly, falling into the side of the elevator. I pelt over and smash the button for the next floor, willing the elevator to arrive before Duncan recovers.

Luck is not on my side, Duncan’s right behind me and his hand slams against the Emergency Stop button. The elevator screeches to a halt as he presses himself against my back, hands running up my curves and cupping my breasts. Duncan’s lips are at my ear, ‘I can play dirty too.’

        ‘Well you’ve fucked it now.’ I hiss, ‘Who knows how long it’ll be till we get help?’

        ‘Exactly how I planned it.’

        I turn back round to face him, his cheek is blooming red blotches and I’m proud of my handy work. Duncan’s finger traces down my cheek, ‘You’re gonna pay for hitting me.’ He promises, ‘And you’re gonna beg for more when I’m done with you.’

        ‘You stay away from me.’

        Duncan slides a finger under one of my dress straps, ‘Still putting up a fight?’

        ‘I mean it,’ But I don’t remove his hand as my strap falls down.

        ‘Do you?’

        ‘I am with someone.’

        ‘Yes you are.’ Duncan’s lips descend onto mine again, his kiss passionate as he tugs me close our lips popping as he disconnects us and I’ve leaned into him without realising. Duncan is pure magnetism and I’ve always struggled to resist him, one of the things I fell in love with was his tenacity. He never gives up on the people he considers close. His lips dance over mine as he finishes his sentence, ‘You’re with me.’

        We both wait for the other to make a move, our breath mingling together. His tongue darts out and swipes at my lip, my hands fist the front of his blazer and I’m about to do it, I’m about to throw caution to the wind when the elevator alarm breaks out.

        Duncan keeps leaning in but his spell has been broken. The alarm is deafening inside the elevator and I slope as far away from him as I can get, which isn’t that far at all. I slide down the wall and start taking off my heels, ‘Looks like we’re be here a while.’

        Duncan slams his fist against the set of buttons and the alarm dies, ‘Huh.’ He looks pleased with himself.

        ‘How are they gonna know we’re stuck now?’

        ‘I guess they won’t.’ He sits opposite me, picks up the champagne and reads the label while I prize off my shoes, ‘Cava?’ He asks, ‘Really, we were serving Bollinger at the Benefit.’

        ‘Good for you.’ Duncan scowls, his legs spread wide so I can see his full package. My eyes keep sneaking to it when he’s not looking. Duncan pops the bottle open without spilling a drop and takes a good swig, ‘Thought it was too cheap for you?’

        He wipes his mouth on his sleeve, ‘Better than nothing. Gotta get my rocks off somehow.’

        ‘You are the worst kind of person.’

        ‘You were the one with your tongue in my mouth.’

        I don’t answer, finally unstrapping my shoes and letting my feet breathe. It feels wonderful and I lean my head back, grateful that at least with Duncan I can do what I want. His hand takes hold of my foot and I throw him a warning look, ‘Let me.’ His thumbs press into the ball of my foot and I gasp at the wonderful feeling as Duncan massages my foot. We don’t speak for a while, Duncan consumed in his task while the champagne sits next to him, I reach out for the bottle and scoot a little closer so he has better access to my foot. I’m not about to stop him any time soon.

        ‘Remember when I used to do this?’

        ‘No my brain has a big black hole where our relationship used to be’

        Duncan pinches my foot and I yank it away from him. He chuckles, taking the other one in his lap, ‘Still a bitch.’

        ‘Still an arrogant ass.’

        ‘I never pretended I wasn’t.’

        My retort dies. I take a big drink of champagne and some spills down the front of my dress, ‘Shit.’

        Duncan doesn’t comment on it, he just gestures for the bottle and I hand it back to him. ‘Wonder where your boyfriend is.’

        ‘It’s just a date.’

        ‘Are you changing your tune?’ He asks, smacking his lips and inching closer to me. ‘I must say that kiss had me doubting your loyalty to him.’

        ‘I shouldn’t have kissed you.’ I admit, ‘It was a mistake.’

        Duncan pushes his tongue against his cheek, ‘It’s never a mistake Y/N, let’s not kid ourselves.’

        I meet his eyes and all I want in that moment is to jump him. Duncan looks like the definition of a pop-star, his shirt unbuttoned so I can just see his muscles underneath, his hair dishevelled, his lips wet from the champagne we’ve been sharing.

        He’s right, isn’t he?

        ‘You still love me.’

        My realisation has Duncan backtracking at once, ‘What the hell gives you that delusion?’

        ‘You chased me down and trapped me in an elevator.’ I say, ‘And you massaged my feet which let’s admit is something you’d only do for someone you love.’

    ‘So?’

    ‘So?’ I’m becoming indignant now, pushing up the strap he slid down earlier and kneeling before him, ‘You never could admit your feelings, that’s why we broke up.’

     ‘We broke up because of our family’s.’ Duncan snorts, drinking once more. ‘They hated each other, real Romeo and Juliet shit.’

     ‘And you wouldn’t tell me those three words.’

     He bites his lip, ‘Well I’m not gonna say them now.’

     ‘Have you ever?’

      ‘No.’

       You reach out and brush some of his hair back behind his ear, ‘I feel sorry for you then.’

       There’s a crack in his façade, a quiver of his lips as he blinks quickly. ‘I don’t know what love is.’ He admits, ‘I’m adopted. I still don’t really know who my Mom is…’

        I don’t fully know what he means, but I can tell Duncan is hurting. I creep closer, kneeling right in front of him and take his face in my hands, ‘I loved you.’

        His hand strokes down my arm, ‘You still do.’

        ‘Duncan-’

        ‘You can be in denial all you want but we both know the truth.’

        I look deep into his eyes, trying to reach the boy inside. The Duncan I fell in love with, the one only I could find is still here, ‘If you say it back now, then maybe there’s a chance for us to rekindle what we had.’

        He blows out his breath slowly, ‘I guess I haven’t been subtle.’ I wait for him, running my fingers through his hair, tracing a finger down his nose as Duncan summons all his courage. ‘I love you, Y/N.’ He admits, ‘Or you’re the closest I’ve ever been to love, so it must be right?’ He gives me a smile full of insecurity, ‘I loved you and I lost you and I couldn’t stand to see you again because I knew I wouldn’t be able to switch these feelings off because I’ve never cared about anyone else before. Seeing you with that fop guy today just proved it, I was so worked up I-’

        I kiss him, letting my lips fall gently against his.

        ‘He doesn’t deserve you.’ I press my lips once again to Duncan’s a little firmer this time to quieten him but he seems determined to keep speaking, ‘Neither do I.’

        ‘Just shut up.’

        This time he lets me kiss him, Duncan’s hands cupping either side of my face. He pushes himself onto his knees so ours are just brushing against each other’s. Duncan’s tongue slides inside my mouth and curls around my own, he sucks at my tongue and I feel myself tingling at the erotic feeling. We move closer together both of us in a vertical kneel, Duncan’s arms winding around me and pulling me tight. My hands palms his cock through his suit trousers and Duncan releases my lips with a groan, ‘Tell me again.’

        ‘What?’

        His hands grip my ass through my dress, ‘You know what.’

       ‘I love you.’

        His lips go straight for my collarbone, shoving the straps of my dress down. His movements are wild and unrestrained, as if I’ve unlocked the cage to the beast inside. My hands slip into his trousers, cupping Duncan’s hot flesh while he makes do with branding my skin as his own. He feels heavy and hard in my fingers, I remove a hand to unzip his fly and take out Duncan’s cock right as he kisses me again. I feel his hands run into my hair and then Duncan gives one firm tug, fingers locking into my roots and I whine from the pain, ‘I’m gonna fuck you.’ He murmurs, ‘I’m gonna fuck you right here in this elevator.’

      ‘Shit.’ I groan, still working his cock with one hand while the other braces myself on his thigh.

      Duncan pulls me to my feet along with him, ‘Get up.’

     ‘What happened to the I love yous? I ask as he backs me against the wall and pushes my dress up round my waist.

     ‘Well once you’re pretty slit is full of my cum I’m gonna take you to my room and I’m gonna make love to you until the wake-up call comes.’

     ‘Sounds like an ideal night to me.’

     He pushes my underwear aside and my only warning comes when Duncan pulls my leg around him giving his cock the perfect access point to push into me. I jump when the head of his large cock pushes its way in and Duncan smothers me in another heady kiss.

    ‘Forgot how big you are.’ I whine, feeling my walls expanding to take him in once more.

    ‘Biggest you’ve had.’ He smirks and I find myself nodding along, ‘No one can fuck you like I can.’ Duncan grunts, slapping his hips into mine and starting our pace off nice and fast.

      My head falls back against the elevator wall, only just able to keep myself standing by tensing the leg I have hoisted around him as Duncan fucks me good and deep, ‘Feels so good.’

     ‘You like feeling my cock inside you again?’ My hands push his trousers down, running over the smooth cheeks of his ass as Duncan thrusts in deeply and I feel myself gush over him. ‘Was that a little orgasm?’ He checks and I nod, guilty of having already cum. Duncan comes to life, his chest puffing out and he begins to fuck me with renewed vigour. ‘I love that feeling of your cum covering my cock.’ He confesses, ‘How I’m coated with you, how I glisten with your sweet arousal. I’ve dreamed about having you cream for me again.’

        My cheeks flash scarlet remembering that one time, I can tell by the manic gleam in Duncan’s eyes that he is too. He takes my earlobe between his teeth, gently nipping at me, ‘Do you think you’re going to squirt this time for me?’

        My gasp hitches as Duncan plunges in deeper than his other thrusts, his cock brushing against my sweet spot. I arch my back, pushing my breasts against his chest, my arms wrapping round his neck so we are the same person. One of Duncan’s hands supports my back while his other braces against the wall, grunts falling from his lips, ‘It was the most beautiful fucking sight.’ He continues, ‘Watching you come so undone for me, you orgasm just leaking out of you while that pretty pussy squirted everywhere.’

        I’m falling apart in his arms, Duncan keeps hitting me in just the right spot and I shudder in his grasp stars popping into my vision as my second orgasm rocks over me.

        ‘DUNCAN!’ I cry and he lets out a cry of approval, losing his rhythm and thrusting messily till he too cums. Duncan’s load is warm and thick and he makes sure to fuck it all inside me as deep as he can before slowly, torturously pulling out.

        We catch our breaths and Duncan twangs my underwear back in place. There’s a little burn where the fabric was rubbing against my skin which sings in relief when he moves away.

        There’s a knock from the other side of the elevator, ‘Uhhh are you two done now? Can we open the doors?’

        Duncan stuffs his softening cock back inside his trousers while I tug my dress back down into place and try to make myself look presentable for the public again. When I’ve finished I catch Duncan picking up the Cava, my heels danging from his hand. ‘I’m celebrating.’ He quips as the elevator doors ping open and there stands Nathan along with a hotel maintenance man.

        Shame runs through me as I step out. Nathan is no fool, he knows what we were doing and there’s no way to hide it. I have no words and it doesn’t seem he does either at first. We two aren’t official, it’s only been a couple of dates and he looks as if his suspicions have been proven correct and I have to admit, they have. ‘I mean you could have tried to be a little less obvious.’ Nathan says, looking from Duncan to me. ‘The leaving quickly, the heated arguments. The power of exes I guess?’

        I can’t believe how well he’s taking it. Nathan seems almost nonchalant as if hearing his date fucking her ex in an elevator was an everyday occurrence. Nor do I believe it when Duncan puts his hand on my lower back and pushes in gently to encourage me to move. He pats Nathan on the shoulder, a swagger in his step. ‘Sorry buddy, but I’ve learned you can’t fight fate, or love.’ He says, offering Nathan the champagne bottle. ‘I think you’re gonna need this more than us.’

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Lay Me Down Tonight

Word Count: 2.3k

Summary: You’re the nanny to the Shepherd family. You and Duncan Shepherd have always had an attraction to each other. One night, your professional relationship, as well as Duncan’s marriage, is put to the test.

Warnings: Sexual tension

A/N: There will be a part 2 to this fic! If you would like to be added to my taglist so you don’t miss it, please message me!

“Lay me down tonight, in my diamonds and pearls. Tell me something nice about your favorite girl.” – Lana Del Rey, Fucked My Way Up To The Top

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Sir | Duncan Shepherd 18+

I say Michael Langdon owns my ass a lot for someone who adores Duncan Shepherd lmao. This will is my first ever piece written for the one and only Mr Shepherd.

Plot: You’re in a secret relationship with the socialite, and lately he hasn’t been paying you any attention. His mother shows up abruptly one day, and you have to just make Duncan squirm. Not without punishment of course.

Warnings: Smut, DD/LG, Degrading, Semi-Public, Kinda a breeding kink?, Language.

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It was only midday, and you were on your way to your boyfriend’s apartment. Your usual classes had been cancelled due to the weather, so you took the quick detour and decided to pay Duncan an earlier visit.

Your relationship with the socialite was rather eventful. It was coming up to your six month anniversary soon, however the two of were seeing each other in secret. Both for your sake, being that you hate unnecessary attention, and for Duncan’s to avoid media confrontation.

You didn’t mind at all, the two of you still saw each other frequently, went out for dinner occasionally - give or take that it was always late at night. But the sex, was just incredible. You had never been with someone as experienced as Duncan, and he had woken up all of these primal urges you weren’t aware you had. He put you in your place, and you reminded him of his.

However it had been some time since the two of you had been intimate, and you were practically craving Duncan’s attention. He had been so enthralled with his work lately, that it was like you were a voice in the background. He was coming home late at night when you had organised dinner, he would be on his laptop whenever you arrived and he was forever answering his phone when it was supposed to be your night.

You were tired of it. You were well aware how important his work was, but you were a law student who had classes everyday, worked part time and still managed to make time for your boyfriend.

Not that you needed to work, Duncan had made you well aware of just how much money he had, and he was more than happy to support you. It hurt his ego a little bit when you declined his money, but that didn’t stop him from sending the occasional pair of earrings or a new lingerie set. You didn’t mind either.

You pulled up on the curb outside his apartment, noticing another vehicle parked in your usual spot on the driveway. Pulling your coat tighter around your chest, you quickly exit your car. The rain hailed down on you as you ran, not taking any time to look at the unknown car in Duncan’s lot.

Shaking your head as you entered the lobby, you wipe away the drops of water that ran down your face. Thank you Lord for waterproof makeup. Your flat shoes squeaked on the tiles with each step, and you quickly make your way for the elevator.

You couldn’t help the unnerving feeling in your gut as you walked in. Whose car was that? Duncan would have told you if he had company coming over. You’ll admit that you never went to Duncan’s on a weekday around this time, it was always after 5 due to your classes. It was almost like a schedule with him, but it was always easier for the two of you to avoid any confrontation with others.

The elevator dings as the doors open and you step out, reaching into your handbag for your set of keys as you continue walking towards Duncan’s door. The unease you feel grows stronger, and you feel your stomach sink when you hear a woman’s voice on the other side of the door. It was unfamiliar, and you wince when you realise how tight you were holding your keys.

You have some explaining to do Duncan Shepherd, you seethe to yourself. Does he think he can just use you at night and have someone else over during the day? Absolutely not.

Quickly opening the door, you open it abruptly, as though you were ready to capture Duncan in the act.

What you see though was even worse. Annette Shepherd stands opposite your doting boyfriend, her arms around him in an embrace before her head turns to you. Duncan’s eyes widen at you, and his mouth opens with nothing coming out. Shit. Think (Y/N).

“Mr Shepherd! I’m so sorry I’m late, there was heavy traffic in the rain.” You force out, hoping he catches on.

“Duncan? Whose this?” Annette turns back to her son, her head tilting in question.

“Mrs Shepherd it is an honour to meet you,” You walk towards her, your rain soaked coat clinging to your body. “My name is (Y/N), I’m Mr Shepherds maid.”

“Maid? Since when did you hire new help?” Her arms have long since left Duncan, and she squints at him.

“I uh, fired the others,” He nods at himself. “Incompetent, all of them.”

Annette frowns, but shrugs. Her attention turns back to you.

“Would you like me to make you a coffee Mrs Shepherd?” You attempted to change the subject, and she nods at you.

“Two sugars.” Is all she says, and you smile at her. Annette turns away from you.

“And you Sir?” You wink at Duncan from behind his mother, noticing the way his jaw clenches at your special name for him.

“My usual.” He forces out, causing your smirk to grow.

“Of course, my apologies again for being late Sir.” To anyone else, it was a mere apology - But to Duncan, you were so going to get it later.

Annette and her son made themselves comfortable in the lounge as you undid your coat, draping it around a hanger for it to dry.

The two talked as you prepared their drinks and some snacks, Duncan occasionally sneaking a glance at you as you parade around his kitchen. His mothers back was towards you, unbeknownst to her that you were giving her son a show.

You made it your goal to set him off, to punish him for leaving you dry these past few weeks.

You had just poured the drinks when Duncan stares at you again, and you took a sip from his cup, licking your lips as you do so. His jaw clenches yet again, and you make your way over to them. He begins talking to his mother again as you place their drinks of the table, Annette muttering a small thank you as you smile at her.

You stand behind her now, rearranging some items on the bench. Your skirt hitches up around your thighs as you bend over his counter, and you hear Duncan clears his throat.

You weren’t wearing anything under your clothes, you rarely did when you visited Duncan, knowing they’d end up ripped off by the end of the night. You tilt your head to the side, looking at your boyfriend from your new angle. His eyes are focused on your lower region, but his head nods occasionally his mom continues talking. Annette pays no attention to her son as he grabs a pillow, placing it over his crotch.

“Is everything okay Duncan?” Annette’s concerned voice causes you to sit up, but you make sure to do it slowly.

“I’m fine,” He nods, before staring back at you. “(Y/N), clean the kitchen will you? And when you’re done, clean my office.”

He grins at you, almost as though he thinks he’s won. You clasp your hands together in front of you, making sure your breasts squeeze a bit tighter. His grin falters slightly.

“Of course sir.”

His grin leaves completely.

You’re halfway through ‘cleaning the kitchen’ when you hear Annette mutter your name. You keep your back faced away from her when you realise she’s not talking to you, but rather about you.

“She’s a cute one,” You hear her speak. “Where’d you find her?”

“I put an ad out, simple as that.” You smirk to yourself when you hear Duncan’s reply, sure, an ad.

The subject turns back to politics between the two, and you place your hands on the counter as you try thinking of your next move.

Something simple that will make him speed up his little meeting.

Turning around, you wave your hand in Duncan’s direction. He looks at you, but continues nodding as his mother rants about her day. It’s a risky move, but it’s one you’re willing to take.

Your hands grasp the bottom of your blouse, Duncan’s eyes widening. He tilts his head slightly, almost in warning.

You don’t hesitate, and you lift your blouse off your body. Your bare breasts bounce at the freedom, and Duncan sits straighter in his chair.

Annette begins to stir in her seat, as if ready to move when Duncan perches foward, grabbing her hands to keep her still. She thinks nothing of it, and stays looking at him, chatting the day away. You smirk at him, before roaming your hands over your chest, giving the pair a squeeze.

Duncan lets go of his mothers hands, before holding the pillow closer to him. You give him a wink, before making your way to his bedroom. You make yourself comfortable on his bed, knowing Duncan will kick his mother out sooner or later. He was weak for your body, and you couldn’t help yourself as you began rubbing your hands over your bare skin.

It was only a few more minutes when you heard movement from outside, before you heard the front door close. You sit up in the middle of Duncan’s bed, your head resting against his headboard.

His heavy footsteps are heard in the hallway, and you feel your nipples hardening at the mere thought of Duncan’s punishment.

His shirt is already unbuttoned by the time he opens the door, the tent in his pants more than obvious. His eyes darken as he takes in your appearance.

He’s angry, that’s clear. You bite the inside of your lip at the way he looks at you, and you pull your knees closer to your body.

“So now you want to be shy huh?” His voice is deeper, and he’s almost seething at you.

“I’m sorry.” You whisper, watching as he shakes his head.

“You’re not,” He chuckles darkly. “You want to know how I know you’re not pet?”

“How?” You squeeze your thighs together, anticipation leaking from you.

Duncan sits at the edge of the bed, before he reaches forward, grabbing one of your ankles as he pulls you down. You slide down the bed, and he parts your legs. His head tilts as he stares at your bare entrance, your arousal leaking onto your thighs.

“That’s how.”

You go to talk again when Duncan forces you onto your belly, your hands quickly being forced behind your back.

“Keep them there.” Your boyfriend orders. You turn your head to look at him, watching as he undoes his belt.

“Dunc-“

He stops you right there with a slap to your ass, a squeal leaving you as he does so.

“Did I say you could talk?” He asks, grabbing his belt in his hands as he loops it around your wrists.

You don’t say anything, and Duncan grabs your hair, pulling your head up to meet his.

“Did I?” He whispers, his hand woven into your hair.

“N-No.” You whimper, squealing once more when Duncan’s free hand spanks you again. His ringed fingers create an extra sting, and you whine as he spanks you for the third time.

“What was that?” He pulls your hair tighter, his other hand groping your slightly red cheek.

“No Sir.” You moan out, causing Duncan to let go of your hair.

“Are you happy with your little show out there?” He spanks you again, harder this time. “Do you understand the shit you could’ve caused (Y/N)?”

A noise escapes your lips in reply, and his hand reigns down on your ass like hail fire. Your back arches by the 15th hit, tears flowing down your cheeks like the rain outside.

“You don’t care do you? You only care about what I do with this.” He chuckles again, his hand sliding down to your glistening slit.

You moan in respond, bucking your hips to meet his fingers. Duncan slides two fingers between your thighs, gliding them over your throbbing clit.

“That’s too bad, you’re practically soaked.” He tuts, beginning to rub small circles on your bud.

“Please.” You beg him, trying to create more friction.

Duncan pulls his hand away, and you whine at the loss of contact.

He grabs your body, forcing you to sit up. It’s hard, being that your arms are tied behind your back. Your legs shake as Duncan pulls the stray hair away from your eyes, his eyes then trailing over your breasts.

You lean forward for a kiss when he pulls your hair again, you frown at him.

“That pretty little mouth of yours doesn’t deserve to be anywhere near me,” He huffs, his free hand sliding down to your breast. “What do you think (Y/N)?”

“I don’t deserve to touch you.” You whisper to him, wincing as he pinches your nipple.

“You really don’t,” He leans forward, giving your other nipple a small lick, before looking up towards you. “But?”

“Can I please touch you?” You stare down at him, your lip quivering.

“Where?” You inwardly groan at all the questions, wanting nothing more than to have Duncan just ravish you.

“Can I please put your cock in my mouth sir?”

He smirks at you, before bringing his hand down to the straining member in his pants.

“Do you think you deserve it?” He begins palming himself, a groan leaving his lips as he does so.

“I don’t, I don’t sir,” You whimper. “But please.”

“Mm, I suppose,” You sigh at him in response. “But no hands.” You nod at him before watching as he unbuttons his pants. He pulls them down to his thigh, before reaching into his boxers, pulling himself out.

His hard member stands at attention, and Duncan slides off his shirt. Your mouth almost waters at the sight of him. It’s been to long.

“Go on then (Y/N).” He stands up by the bed, his cock only inches from your face.

You attempt to shuffle forward, and Duncan smirks at your obvious discomfort.

You start with a small kitten lick to the bottom of his shaft, silently jumping in your head at Duncan’s small gasp. That’s what it was at first, just small kitten licks to his balls and his throbbing tip.

“Don’t make me fucking wait.”

Duncan grabs your head with one hand and his member with the other, placing the head of his cock between your lips. He looks down at you, his eyes almost begging you to try and deny him.

Your lips part, and he doesn’t hesitate, shoving his cock all the way in. You gag almost instantly, Duncan grabbing your hair in a tight grip with both hands as he begins to face fuck you.

You wished so badly that your hands were free, wanting nothing more than to grip his thighs and leave nail marks. His groans of pleasure fuel you, causing you to moan around his cock.

“Fucking take it,” He moans. “My little whore.”

His words go straight to your core, and your eyes fill with more tears as his member hits the back of your throat over and over.

He pulls out quickly, letting you breathe.

“Thank you Sir.” You huff out, quickly leaning forward again to suck on his tip.

Duncan forces it back in, continuing his assault on your throat. He looks down at you, and your eyes stare into his lovingly.

Even with tears, mascara and eyeshadow streaming down your cheeks, Duncan thinks you’re the most beautiful woman he’s ever laid eyes on. His woman.

“Do you think you deserve to have my- ah fuck,” you moan again against him, causing him to stutter. “Fuck baby, do you think you deserve to have my cum?”

He pulls out again, using his member to wipe at the spit leaving your mouth.

“Yes sir, I want your cum.” You plead with him, tilting your head to the side as you lick him.

“Where do you want it huh?” He begins stroking himself when you try to lean for him again.

“Inside me.” You stare back into his eyes, almost in tears again, Duncan nearly cumming there and then.

“You’d like that wouldn’t you?”

“So much daddy.” Duncan grips your chin, before leaning down and slamming his lips onto yours. You struggle to keep yourself still, and he leans behind you, undoing his belt. With your hands free you reach for his hair, pulling him closer to you as he climbs on top of you.

Your back hits the bed, and the kiss between the two of you is all tongue and teeth. He pulls away to breathe, whilst his hands roam your body. You lean forward, sucking on his neck as he slides his fingers down to your heat. He kisses you again, smirking against your lips as his fingers ghost at your entrance. Your hips buck, and you whine when he starts rubbings your little bud.

“Should I let you cum today?” Duncan bites at your neck, his cock straining even more at the site of you beneath him.

He continues his assault on your clit, his skilful fingers sliding up and down your wetness as you shake under him.

“Please, please Sir.” You cry out, Duncan’s lips leaving your neck as he moves towards your heat.

He rests his head on your thigh, staring up at you as your breasts bounce with each breath.

Duncan slides his stubble over your thigh, and you move your hips towards him. With his hands now around your thighs, Duncan doesn’t hesitate, his tongue sliding up and down your glistening heat as you thrash beneath him. It doesn’t take you long before you’re coming undone, being so sensitive from your torture before. Your body shakes around him, and he keeps your hips down with his hands. Your cum covers his tongue, and he continues kissing and sucking as you cry out.

You’re still twitching as he rests onto the back of his legs, his hand returning to stroke his cock. Duncan grabs your hips, pulling you closer to him.

“Who do you belong to?” He asks, rubbing his member across your soaked heat.

You’re still dealing with the aftermath of your first orgasm, so you don’t reply.

He leans over you, before slapping you across the face. You moan instantly, gyrating against his cock.

“Who,” He groans out, before slapping you again. “Do you belong to?”

“You, only you.” You cry, desperate for more friction between you. Your cheek stings from his rings, continuing to move against him.

Duncan doesn’t give you any time, and pushes all the way in, filling you completely.

Your hands reach around him, bringing his chest to yours as you once again cry out.

“So fucking - god,” He pounds into you rapidly. “So fucking tight.”

“You feel so good.” You whimper, scratching down his back as he continues his pounding.

You reach for the hand that leans on your bed, supporting his weight. Duncan notices your movements, and moves his hand to your throat.

You smile almost instantly in satisfaction, moaning his name as he squeezes.

Duncan continues fucking you like you’re nothing but a little toy.

The familiar feeling returns in the pit of your stomach as you clench around Duncan’s thick cock, his loud groan nearly causing you to come undone. He stares down at where the two of you are connected, his hand coming down to rub your clit.

“C-Can I,” You gasp out, Duncan squeezing your throat tighter. “Can I daddy?”

“You want to cum princess?” He’s nearly growling at this point. His relentless pounding into your tight cunt making your whole body quiver.

You can’t speak, and you barely make out with a nod. Duncan’s free hand moves your thighs to further around his waist, the new angle causing the area above his member to rub against your clit with each thrust.

“C’mon then, cum for me (Y/N).” The rain outside does nothing to hide your screams. The orgasm takes over your body yet again as you spasm around him.

You clench around him tighter now, Duncan fucks you through your orgasm, before his head falls to your shoulder as his thrusts get sloppier. He groans near your ear, and you start squeezing him tighter as he cums. His body shakes, and you ride him slightly, milking him of every drop as his essence coats your walls.

He drops onto you, and you run your hands down his back as you smile in satisfaction. The two of are still joined, and you sigh as Duncan pulls out, his cum mixing with yours as it drips to the bed.

Duncan lays down bedside you, before reaching down and picking up his spilt cum with his fingers. Your lips are already parted when he puts them near you, his fingers entering your mouth. You once again moan at the taste of the two of you.

“Pull that stunt again (Y/N), and I’ll fuck all of your holes,” Duncan’s hand glides to your chin, forcing your head to look at him in the eyes. “You won’t be able to walk at all.”

You smile at him.

“Is that a promise?”