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smother - part viii: punishment, peace
dark!joel x f!reader
series masterlist | main masterlist | ao3 | kofi
summary: your first punishment comes after being tested by joel, and it changes something in you, letting you easily fall into a routine with a man you should not be this comfortable with. 13.5k words (LMFAO THEY KEEP GETTING LONGER) chapter warnings: 18+ MDNI! dubcon - stockholm syndrome, general coercion, innocent reader, big juicy age gap (reader is 19, joel is 55), ddlg/daddy dom! joel, sub!reader, spanking as punishment (reader is in agreement to it but again coercion and all that), joel is rough and manipulative with reader, but also some more soft joel, reader wears a collar, use of a leash this chapter, fingering, unprotected piv, creampie, period sex, corruption kink, pet names for reader, dirty talk, food consumption, discussion of pregnancy, reader gets her period, brief description of reader's clothing (see through nightgown), if these darker tags aren't your cup of tea please keep scrolling! a/n: holy fucking shit you guys 😭 i don't know why i literally have too much to say about these two and can't shut the fuck up-itis but here's another thick ass chapter for you all! i'm ready to get into some meaty stuff after next chapter as well so bear with me! thank you for the love on this story so far. and thank you to @janaispunk for being there for me and reading over this for me and helping calm my fears 🤍
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Joel’s sweet streak doesn’t last very long.
You stand, trembling a little, naked as the bathwater drains below your feet, and Joel wraps a towel around your shoulders. You shiver and he pulls it tight, starting to help you dry off, and you let him do most of the work. You’re exhausted, eyes a bit heavy from your meltdown, but Joel had used his fingers to make you come, soft and gentle until you were whimpering for him in the bath, and you found yourself feeling a bit better now. Smitten, in fact, towards the man who kept promising you so much. You didn’t realize that it would take him leaving for you to consider how badly you’d wanted to stay here with him.
“Oh, sweet girl,” Joel says suddenly, reaching forward and tugging you into him, the rim of the bathtub still separating the two of you. “I missed you s’much, daddy was worried sick about you while he was gone.” His hands rub along your back over the scratchy towel, keeping you pressed close, and the warmth radiating from him helps stop your shaking. You aren’t sure what it is - the cold of the air after the hot bath, still coming down from the way you’d trembled in Joel’s hold while you came only minutes ago, or the general fear you find tingling in your gut when you’re around him.
“Finish dryin’ off,” he orders, taking your hand in his and helping you out of the bath, where errant droplets of water fling off of you and onto the thick wooden planks that make up the floor. “Don’t leave this room ‘till I come back f’you.”
You only follow the order silently, eyes heavy, not finding the energy to speak back as you rub the towel over your damp skin and watch him go, only for him to return just a few moments later and wrap an arm around you, landing it on your lower back and guiding you out of the room. Your heart starts to thump a little faster, his silence practically deafening - it was harder when you didn’t know what Joel was thinking, what his next moves were.
“Lay down,” he commands when you two enter the bedroom, and your breathing picks up a little. You open your mouth to reply, to protest at all, worried about the fact that you still had much more to come with your period, how Joel would react to it all. “Lay down,” he says again, his words clipped and strained. You fight a whimper and walk towards the bed, where you see Joel had just placed a fresh set of sheets on, a pretty powder blue that you knew would become stained by you immediately. You flash him a look of concern, of doubt, and only see furrowed brows hiding his narrow, dark eyes as he juts a hand out towards the bed impatiently.
“Drop the towel.” Another demand, so you do, and Joel grabs it as it’s falling off of your naked form and lays it down along your usual side of the bed. You situate yourself, hesitantly placing your bottom on the towel then continue to watch him warily as he moves about the room, making his way back to the dresser, that same drawer he’d gotten the collar from the other night.
He turns around, holding a new piece of leather, looking similar to what you already have around your neck, but it’s much longer and the reality sinks in, remembering the chain that you’d discovered in the front closet. You wince quietly, praying Joel couldn’t hear the depraved little noise, and feel your thighs tense and tighten a little, completely unable to understand why.
Joel’s lips turn to a small smirk, satisfied when he sees you squirm a little while he approaches. “My little sugar likes the look of this, don’t she?” he rumbles out, leaning forward along the edge of the bed closest to you, just enough to brush his nose along yours, lips tempting you before pulling away. He slides the leather through his hands, a contemplative look on his face.
“Say ‘yes daddy’,” Joel says, folding the leather and snapping it absentmindedly. He leans towards you, a finger hooking in the o-ring of your collar, barely tugging, but enough that the back of the collar pulls tighter against your neck, making your breath hitch at the sudden change.
“Yes… daddy…” you reply faintly, feeling completely sapped but on edge at the same time, your nerves frayed and sensitive, eyes burning and sore from pouring out tears for such a long time over the last twenty four hours.
“That’s my girl,” Joel says. His fingers drop the collar and reach behind you, looping the leather around the post of the bed, making a show of it as he runs his fingers up the length of it to the small clip at the other end. His eyes flash to your face over and over, gauging your reaction, but you try to sit still, the only indication of your feelings is your chest heaving as you try to get your mind to wrap around yet another new expectation from Joel. “Oh, you’ll look mighty pretty all safe in this bed, won’t you? Daddy won’t have to worry about a thing.” he murmurs as he clasps the leash to the o-ring, and you feel tears sting your eyes.
It starts to hit you that this isn’t just for a few minutes while Joel has his way with you, he means to leave you like this. “D-daddy… no… you don’t have to… what’re you -”
“Shh, princess, daddy jus’ needs this. He’s feelin’ a little protective of you after bein’ away, worryin’ sick about you. Don’t you think that’s fair I have a little time to know you’re safe ‘n sound? Hm?” His head cocks and he grips the leash, presenting a tiny lock from his palm that you can hear him clip on, securing the leash to the collar, no way for you to unclip it without the key, which Joel will undoubtedly keep on him.
“I- I- can come with you, downstairs, uh, wherever you want…” you plead, knowing you’re pushing your luck, toeing the line of the clearly set boundaries he’s given you. But the thought of staying in this room all alone, wondering when Joel would make his next appearance, decide when you were allowed to eat, speak, and fuck made your stomach tighten with anxiety. “Please…” you add on quietly, squeezing your eyes shut to try and hold back your tears. Your eyes are tired of it, burning and blurred but you feel them watering, anyways.
“Right here’s juuuust fine, daddy’ll picture you waitin’ for me, all ready f’me whenever I need you.” He lets out a tiny growl from the very back of his throat at the thought alone, picturing you spread eagle, glistening, in need for him every moment he’s away, and unable to get enough in the ones he isn’t. “Jus’ missed you so much, my perfect little girl, that’s all this is - daddy wants to protect you, protect that pretty neck,” he rambles, eyes falling to your throat, adorned with the leather strap and then further down, raking over your naked body. “An’ all of this…” he adds on with more hunger in his eyes, a lustful gaze hovering along your chest and then between your thighs.
He dips forward as he stands next to the bed, hands on either side of you to support himself, his lips finding yours in a soft kiss - his attempt at reassurance. “Don’t cry, baby, you’ve had enough tears,” he says softly, one hand coming up to thumb off a few tears before he kisses you again.
“You think of me, think of how good I’ll make you feel next time I come up ‘n see you, feel yourself get all tingly right here,” he says, that same hand moving between your thighs to cup where you already know you’ve gotten a little wet. The second you saw the leash your stomach had churned, but you found your pussy pulsing a little at the thought of it. Joel owning you. He’d made that clear nights ago, that he owned every bit of you, that you were his to move and use and do as he sees fit, the leash only an extension of that, a symbol for the both of you.
Joel chuckles, his fingers spreading slightly to move along your pussy, feeling the bit of slick already waiting for him. He clicks his tongue, pulling back to meet your eyes with his in a slight daze. “Already wet…” he mumbles, kissing you again, teasing you with his fingers for a few moments, a shaky breath leaving your nose as you sigh a quiet moan into his mouth.
“I’ve got a few things to take care of,” he says suddenly before pulling away fully, stepping back from the bed. You sit forward and start to crawl down the bed, reaching for him, a soft grunt exhaling when you’re tugged back by the leash. Your hands go to your neck, clutching at it, begging for relief.
“Daddy…” you whine, frowning as he moves further away. “Daddy,” you cry again, your voice a little hoarse as you strain against the collar pulling taught against your throat.
Joel turns back and watches quietly for a few beats, his head cocked and expression unreadable. Almost like he looks unimpressed, yet satisfied at the same time to be watching the little show you’re putting on for him - just what he wants, you begging for him, you needing him.
“Be good, blossom.” He turns around and walks out, shutting the door to the bedroom behind him with a soft click.
You don’t know how long he’s gone for. Time passes differently in this room. Since you’ve arrived at this cabin, really. Each day is a laze, stretching on for what feels like ages, yet flying by in a blink, your mind unable to comprehend that you’ve been here a week already.
At first you sit nearly catatonic right where you’d been when Joel left, completely devastated by your new predicament, thoughts racing out of control as you wonder just how long you’ll be alone and restricted like this. You’re not usually quick to anger, but you feel frustrated he left you here to rot, naked at that, especially while you’re on your period. You’re supposed to just lay here and bleed all over this towel? This is the same Joel who had painted your nails and been so loving not even thirty minutes ago, and you find it hard to believe. You wipe away the few tears that slip by, hardening and deciding to move around and start testing your limits. You can’t get far, can only stand up along your side of the bed, and there’s enough leeway that you can pretty much sit up or rest on either side of the bed. You find that you can lay down relatively comfortably, meaning you could get some much needed sleep if your now restless brain would give you enough of a break to try.
You shake your head to yourself, doubting you can turn off the way Joel has set you off now, when before you’d been so relaxed from your bath that you’d prayed for a nap. Yet when your head hits the pillow with a sigh, you doze within minutes.
The door cracks and you start to stir, blinking a few times to reorient yourself, rolling over only to be reminded of the leash as you feel the burden of it on your neck, the extra weight being tugged along. Joel creeps in, seeing you looking peaceful, trying to be quiet until he notices you rustling under the comforter, already awake.
“There’s my girl,” he whispers hoarsely with a coy smile, approaching the bed. He looks more comfortable than before, having stripped off some of his layers, only in a tee shirt now with his jeans, boots kicked off likely by the front door. You give him a soft smile in return, just glad he came back for you.
“Daddy…” you whisper as you turn your head over your shoulder, voice a little hoarse with sleep. You feel desperate for his contact, for any kind of touch, reaching a hand behind you as you lay on your side, willing for it to touch him, to reach him.
“Thas’ right, I’m here,” Joel replies, crawling into bed and quickly spooning behind you, immediately flush with your body and the first thing you notice is a hard lump pressing into your back. He’d come for that, not to rescue you. But he starts to take his time - his fingers brush delicately along your cheek, down your neck, then on to your arm and you shudder, your body responding instantly to the soft, tender touch. He strokes little patterns on every bit of skin he can, finally working his way inward towards your breasts, testing your nipples between his fingers with a tiny roll. You gasp softly, a quiet little whimper following when he continues touching the hard buds, working them between the pads of his fingers.
“Did my little pet stay wet for me?” he whispers next to your ear, his lips brushing the shell of it with a soft kiss.
You nod, feeling the familiar Joel-induced trembling starting inside of you. “I tried, daddy… but I fell asleep.” His fingers work on your nipples for a few quiet moments, just listening to the little noises you make, desperate ones, ones he’d been dying to hear from you.
“Hmm…” he murmurs, moving from your nipples to snake the hand between your legs. “Think you could do better next time,” he decides, feeling that you’ve only started to get wet again. “But that’s okay, need my baby well rested f’me, don’t I?”
“Yeah, that’s right,” you concur, nodding again. “W-was just wanting you back here, so I went to sleep hoping it’d come faster,” you add on with a little whine, realizing how lonely you’d felt when Joel was in Jackson had only tripled knowing he was right here in the house, just willfully ignoring you.
Your words make Joel groan, a deep, sensual noise that reverberates in your ear. “So sweet f’ missin’ daddy like that,” he growls, his hips rutting into your ass a little bit more, grinding against you.
Joel’s lips attach to your bare shoulder, kissing and sucking, then harder, and it makes your breath catch on the inhale. He does another, then another, moving his way to your neck, where fading marks need to be freshened up, the space on your body reclaimed by him. Joel peers down at your now swollen skin, already discoloring and smiles.
“So beautiful when everyone can see you’re mine…”
You know his words are useless, nobody will come within miles of this place to even see his special marks, but you whine quietly anyways as his twang rumbles so close to your ear. It sends your thighs clenching a little before your body rolls back towards him, pressing your ass into the hard bulge in his jeans.
“What is it? What’s my little blossom tryna say?” Joel teases, when he notices your mouth trying to stutter out the only thing your brain can focus on: Joel’s touch.
“I… w-want you… there…” you say, breathlessly, feeling your skin burn hot at the allusion to something so intimate.
“Oh, you missed daddy’s cock, that it? Missed me fuckin’ you full’a me?” Joel slides a hand underneath the side of you that’s against the bed, snaking it around the front of your throat. He grasps where the leash meets the collar and tugs you back into him, your neck straining as you try to nod and answer his question.
“Y-yes… sir,” you whimper with a slight crack in your voice.
Without any further warning, he slowly slides a finger inside of you, pressing it deep. You squirm, inhaling a sharp breath at the tiny stretch he’s giving you before he slips a second finger in quickly. Your whines grow louder, that feeling of fullness so good but not enough, not like you’d felt when you were on his lap before he left for Jackson. That was impossibly full, the sensation burning right through you, so complete with him that deep inside of you.
“D-daddy…” you moan, “Please… I -” You try to get the words out, your chest tightening at the thought of begging him for his cock of your own volition - it just didn’t seem lady like to you, like something you should be doing. You try to remind yourself of Joel’s words, that everything you’d learned had been from bad people doing a bad thing, meaning you couldn’t be wrong for enjoying this, right? If that was true, you couldn’t be wrong for dreaming about the way he slid into you, picturing exactly the way he’s holding you by the collar right now, making sure you know how much of a pet you are to him. Your cunt aches at the thought now as his fingers fuck you, your clit pulsing and needy at something you wish felt more wrong to you. But it just… doesn’t.
“She’s so empty, ain’t she? Tell me how much you thought about this cock while I was gone, baby. All day, hm? You wanna touch yourself while I was gone?” Joel grits out in your ear, his breathing picking up.
“U-uh-huh, all day, all day, daddy,” you say with a shaky voice as his fingers pump a little faster, gathering speed as slick, lewd sounds start to fill the room. “I wanted to…”
“But you didn’t,” Joel states, so assured in his words, like he has some extra sense, some way to know just by looking at you. The thought of him reading you that well, knowing all your innermost thoughts and secrets makes you shudder as his thumb presses to your clit. “Did you?” You shake your head fervently, mutter a string of no’s, showing him you mean it. “I know y’didn’t, you know how I know that?”
You shake your head, barely able to think straight as your eyes flutter shut and your legs fall open even more for Joel’s touch.
“‘Cause you’re a good girl. You understand…” he trails off, his fingers moving sloppily, yet precisely curling up into your g-spot and pushing on that deep part of you. You’re going limp, half hearing his words but still soaking up the praise as a flicker of heat lights up in your lower belly. “You understand what your place is here, sugar. Daddy’s little pet…”
You moan loudly at his words, the way he tugs hard on the leash when he says the word pet. You feel your mind fight you, sickened at how much you love what’s happening to you right now, the way you’re utterly at Joel’s mercy, unable to move with both of his arms around you. You twitch as his thumb flicks at your sensitive clit, toying with it just enough to make you consider begging him to go harder, to let you reach that sweet, glorious release you’ve started to crave, to need like the air you breathe.
“Little pet…” you echo with a choked whisper, and Joel’s lips turn into a sneer, his entire body hot against yours as he brings you in as close as he possibly can.
“Fuck…” Joel groans, the strength with which he’s tugging the leash seeming to be an afterthought, his mouth and nose pressed up against your neck as he breathes heavily against you. He’s intoxicated by it, your scent, the way he can feel your body responding, opening up for his fingers as he scissors them inside of you. “Say it again.”
“Your l-little pet…” you croak out in a moan as his fingers brush your g-spot again. Your legs start to shake and need claws at your insides, growing warm and tingly inside of you.
“God damn it, that’s fuckin’ right. Probably glad to be tied to this bed so I can come fuck you whenever I want, ain’t that right? Like the good little pet you are?” Joel says, his voice gruff as he degrades you, and it sends tears rolling down your cheeks as you nod with the tiny range of motion your head is given. Your pussy throbs, your insides alight and ready to burst at any minute.
“I…” you choke out, moaning louder and louder. “Your pet…” you mumble out in a daze, hearing Joel grunt in response, grinding himself against you as his fingers work faster, his thumb giving your clit just what it needs
“Be a good little girl and come for me now. Squeeze daddy’s fingers,” Joel whispers harshly in your ear before sloppily kissing the side of your face, lips tasting you as they move along your cheek to your neck. You feel so close, his words fueling the fire as you get there, just one more movement, one more flick of his fingers and you’ll -
“I- I’m coming! D-daaaaddy…” you whimper suddenly, shaking uncontrollably in his hold, your pussy pulsing and clenching as you sweat, reaching that glorious high. Your vision starts to speckle as you moan, sucking in breaths as they go higher and higher, until you can’t make any noise at all, choked by the pleasure and Joel’s hold on your collar.
Joel praises you through it all, good girl, so pretty when you come, give it all to me, baby, but the fever pitch lasts for one sweet moment before you slump, just a doll in Joel’s arms now to play with as you catch your breath.
Joel reaches between your bodies, hand shaking with anticipation, hardly able to even get his jeans unfastened in his state, rushing to pull his cock free as if any moment this could disappear from him, vanish like all the others in the confines of his memory. You’re half aware of the feel of his bare cock slapping against your ass, knowing that this is all far from over, that Joel won’t leave until he gets exactly what he came here for.
“Fuck, pretty girl, let me fuck you like my little pet, then,” he says breathlessly, tucking his hips at the right angle before jamming through your thighs to your tight entrance, immediately slamming himself in. You scream, a pained yelp when you’re split open without warning, without the care and tenderness that Joel has given you before. Your eyes shoot open, hand trying to reach behind you to clutch at him, get his attention, but he slaps it away just as quickly as you’d moved it there.
You can’t speak, can only gasp in a few breaths, your mouth opening and closing to greedily suck in air as you feel his hold on your leash tightening even more, angling your head to lean back onto his shoulder, no freedom left to move your neck or your entire body. Hot tears run down your face, your mouth tasting them as it’s opened in a perpetual oh now as he starts to move, leaving you squeaking out choked moans and shuddering breaths.
A cry breaks free from you when he pulls out, leaving you feeling empty just when you’d started to get used to the stretch and burn of his cock. His strong hands grip your fleshy hips, most of his hands on your ass as he rolls you flat on your stomach, keeping the leash held tightly in his hand. He’s back on you in a second, coming up behind you to straddle your legs and you feel his cock, still wet from you, slapping onto your ass.
“Stay down,” he says harshly when you try to pop your hips up, then angle your head to peer back at him. His free hand presses into your back and you start to heave, the breath turning into a loud moan when you feel him breach you again, slamming in at full force.
“Daddy…” you whimper quietly, the sound muffled by where your face presses into the towel Joel had laid out. The scratchy feel of it on your cheek reminds you of your current predicament and you start to panic a little, wondering if it’s okay to have him inside of you while you’re bleeding. Too late to be worrying about it now, though.
Joel slams in and out of your tight hole, seemingly harder each time, and you’re jostled against the mattress with each one, taking it all. He pulls out nearly completely with each one before pushing in as much of his length as he can on the thrust, and you realize you’ve been crying the entire time, the pain so delicate and balanced, nearly pleasurable with each time he re-enters you. It’s such a feeling of fullness, making your insides warm and bursting with pure heaven. You groan at the buildup of pleasure inside of you, your hips rocking against the towel while the material starts to catch on your swollen, sensitive clit. You’re crying so pretty for him, whimpers growing louder as he fucks you senseless, clearly built up over the last few days he was away.
“Look at you, takin’ it all so good, ain’t you. See? This is what you were meant for, blossom Look at this body takin’ all of me like the good girl you are,” Joel marvels while he looks between your bodies, watching his cock disappear over and over into your slick, dripping pussy. He tugs on the collar, forcing your neck up and back to arch and you cry out louder, fingers clutching at the sheets for dear life.
This is so different from the other ways he’s been with you - he’s so rough, so careless today, and you thought this kind of thing might scare you, but you’re gushing for him as he does it, hearing the sloppy sounds telling you that you’ve gotten even more wet.
“Yeah, baby…” Joel stutters out more raggedly, hips pounding and pounding so fast you can hardly keep up, your mind feeling like it’s unable to focus as his cock keeps splitting you open. “You’re so fuckin’ wet for me… you love bein’ a little pet for daddy.” He’s grinning like the devil above you, cheeks ruddy and forehead gleaming with sweat while he chases his high with more and more vigor.
You try to croak out a sound of affirmation, but a smack to your ass leaves you stunned, the noise dying off in your throat as you yelp instead. Joel’s hips snap into you carelessly now, sloppy thrusts until he stalls, groaning loudly, and your eyes flutter as you clench at his erotic sounds, feeling like you could finish just from hearing it, feeling that tiny power trip. His breathing is so loud as he groans again, and you realize he’s coming, that you feel him painting you from the inside, readying yourself to feel that slickness start dripping out of you any moment.
Joel drops everything - his hold on your ass, the leash, and rolls over next to you on the bed, his head facing away from you as he puffs out heavy breaths. Your neck feels a rush of relief as you can breathe without that tightness there, and your hands clutch at it gently to keep it off of your trachea. You watch Joel, see his cock going flaccid where it still hangs out of his jeans, all the rest of his clothing still on, and feel self conscious at how naked you are in comparison. It’s bloody, you realize, stained red, and you dare to roll over and peek down between your own legs, seeing the mess he’d made there too - his cum, your slick, your period, all dripping out, the towel stained underneath you. It makes you feel uneasy, for some reason, like you two shouldn’t have done that during this time of the month, but it had felt good… better, even, than it maybe had before.
“Mmm…” Joel finally murmurs, rolling towards you, slapping a hand onto your thigh a few times. “Good job, blossom, very good girl…” he mumbles before tucking himself back into his jeans and sitting up. Your mouth opens to speak, but he’s already halfway to the door, and you see him hang a left to go towards the bathroom before he shuts the door behind him.
Watching him go, using you up and rushing out so quickly, you can’t help but cry again.
This feels like it's a punishment. For what, you don’t know. Maybe you hadn’t been good enough while he was gone, maybe he knows you snuck into that special room of his that smelled of fresh wood where you saw his humanity. Maybe you hadn’t performed well enough when he’d fucked you. You can’t think of a single rule you’d broken, but you felt that if you saw his face again any time soon you just might.
Your mind starts to go numb. You don’t know how long you wait, maybe thirty minutes, maybe hours, but the next time Joel re-enters the room, he looks like a new man, refreshed. You’re angry with him, eyes narrowed as you watch him approach the bed, looking quite satisfied with himself. The lack of fairness he’s treated you with today has your blood boiling - the lack of answers, of telling you where he’ll be or when he’ll be back, it makes you feel… sad when it comes down to it.
“Alright, princess. Daddy wants to bring you downstairs for somethin’ to eat,” Joel says distractedly, acting as if nothing had happened, and it only makes you more angry.
You grumble, not bothering to answer as you keep your eyes trained down at the sheets, focusing on the little wrinkles in the material from the way you’d been laying. Joel cocks his head, lifting a brow as he makes his way to your side of the bed, where you see him reach towards the headboard in your periphery, untying the leash. He tugs on it a little, urging you up, then tuts when his eyes fall between your legs, smeared and stained from when he was in here last.
“Didn’t even clean yourself up w’ the towel?” he asks, his tone a little biting. You don’t know why he would have any reason to be snippy and upset with you after how well behaved you’d been this afternoon, and it makes you feel even more indignant.
“No. Why bother,” you snip back, clenching your teeth. “Thought you’d come back and do it again.”
Joel starts to smile to himself, a spiteful, devilish thing on his lips as he tugs the leash again, sending you jerking forward with a grunt.
“Yeah? That what you want? Me to use you like a little fuck toy again?” Joel picks up on your careless attitude right away, deciding to play with it, see how far he can push you.
“Whatever you want, right?” you snip back harshly, baring your teeth but still unable to look him in the eye.
“Are you gettin’ a lil’ ornery in here, blossom? Grumpy with daddy?” Joel’s eyes light up a little, fingers tingling as his blood courses hot through him. He’s been itching for this, for a reason to give that perfect ass of yours a little lesson.
“Just… leave me alone…” you say with a little less gusto, feeling that sadness welling up in your heart again, that feeling of betrayal. Joel had promised to take care of you, and it felt like he’d been breaking that promise today.
Joel stiffens, his fist clenching around the leash as he moves closer to the edge of the bed. “Oh, yeah? You want me to leave you up here for days? Shades closed, no sunlight, not even seein’ my face, let alone gettin’ any of this cock you love so much. That really what you want?”
You huff, feeling yourself shaking as you hold back tears. “I don’t care,” you reply stiffly, knowing it’s not the truth, that you’re desperate for him to treat you well, give you all the special treatment that you’ve had before. That sweet side of Joel that you know is in there, buried deep but able to be brought out by you, it seems.
“‘Cause I will do it, sweetheart. I don’t call bluffs, I don’t play around. I will. Fucking. Do. It.”
You bite down your whimper, starting to feel the fight kicking in within you, wanting to hurt him like he’s hurt you. But you don’t answer, can’t find it in you to truly fight back, say something meaningful and hurtful that you know will only hurt you, in the end.
“Fuck. You disobedient little thing…” Joel growls angrily, swinging his body so that he’s sitting on the edge of the bed, tugging harder than he has yet on the leash, forcing you to jolt towards him. He yanks you by the shoulders, dragging your body over his lap, belly down, ass upwards. Your heart starts to race, knowing what’s coming - punishment. A list of things explicitly spelled out by Joel that he could do to you if you misbehaved, if you deliberately broke the rules, and spanking was number one on the list.
“Now…” Joel starts, squeezing one of your ass cheeks with his hand, jiggling it harshly. “Remember what we talked about? You don’t stop counting.”
Through a scratchy throat and bleary eyes you manage to get out a yes, daddy before he starts. The sting is harsh, more than you’d expected. This isn’t the kind of smack he’s done while you two were intimate, no, this is deliberate, meant to hurt.
“O-one…” you say, before Joel quickly brings his hand down over the same spot again, and you wince, feeling your eyes water.
“Two,” you choke out, your lip quivering. “I-it hurts…” you whine out as Joel has his hand in the air for the next comedown.
“This ain’t supposed to feel good, baby. It’s a punishment. ‘Sposed to remind you to be good,” he says, not letting you reply before his hand is back on you, spanking that same raw spot on your ass again.
“T-t-three…” Your flesh burns, fire radiating off the spot, and you’re not sure how many more you can take. It makes you cry out a little louder, and you think you whisper a pathetic sorry under your breath.
“Four!” you nearly scream out when you feel the hardest one yet, the pain radiating across your backside and you can hardly breathe for a split second. You whimper louder and louder, hoping that it slows Joel down.
“You sorry, baby? For disobeyin’ the rules? Bein’ a little brat to daddy?” Joel asks, his hand rubbing the raw skin, adding insult to injury.
“Y-yes, please, sir… I’m sorry…” you say, and while you don’t really have a choice if you want to save yourself pain, you truly are sorry. You wish that you’d have been honest with Joel, told him how hurt you felt, instead of whatever pouting you had ended up doing. Something about Joel makes you want to fall into that, though, making you feel as vulnerable as a child again. “I’m sorry,” you whimper once more for effect, fearful of where his hand is, if it’s readying itself to come down onto you again.
“Who do you belong to?” Joel asks harshly, his other hand tugging on the leash.
“Y-you…”
His fingers come down and gently touch your soft, round ass and you flinch. “And what am I?”
You whimper, lip quivering as you try to get the words out, fearful of another smack on your aching asscheek. “M-my master… my sir…”
Joel sneers, letting his grip on your body and the collar go a little more limp. “Oh, that was good, darlin’,” he chides condescendingly. “You sorry you tried to disobey me, disobey your master?”
“Y-yes, I really am, daddy…” you manage to get out before the tears fall.
“Okay, princess, that’s enough then,” Joel says, much softer now, his fingers starting to gently touch where he can see your skin rising already into a small welt, inflamed and angry at him. He lets you curl up as you start crying a little harder before helping you shift your body to lay back on the bed. He sits next to you, your face screwed up and eyes shut tightly as the pain washes over you, tears streaming sideways down your face. His hand reaches out, gentle strokes along the side of your head to calm you.
“It’s okay, baby… you’re okay…” Joel soothes you, his other free hand stroking your arm. “You did a good job, honey, took your punishment like a good girl.”
You just nod, sniffling. “I’m sorry, daddy. Y-you just hurt my feelings really bad. I wanted… I wanted… to hurt you back.”
Joel’s lips press together, a sympathetic line as he nods. “I know, baby. Daddy wanted you to be safe, but you were confused, weren’t you?”
You just nod, using the back of your hand to wipe at your nose.
“It was a lot, huh? Daddy needed to keep you safe, and it made me feel real good knowing you were in here. You’re jus’... gonna have to be okay with me needin’ that when I come back from a long trip.”
Your stomach sinks, thinking of having to relive this again. You don’t mind the leash, really, or the fact that he wants to have you ready and waiting for whenever his cock gets hard, but it’s the loneliness that gets to you. You’ve been lonely your entire life, mostly, never feeling like you could fit in or be good enough for the life presented to you. You’d just wanted Joel to care, to show you that you didn’t have to be lonely if he could help it, but then he stuck you in this room like an afterthought.
“O-okay, daddy,” you say, instead deciding to resign yourself to his whims again. “C-can you… can I ask…?” you stutter out, glancing up at him finally to see his dark brown eyes worrying for you.
“Go ‘head,” he says softly, fingers dancing along the side of your face.
“C-can you not leave me alone for too long, though?” you squeak out, and Joel’s lips pull into a small smile, his heart squeezing at the fact you’d missed him that much.
“I can try,” he replies, smile growing with sick satisfaction.
“Thank you,” you practically whisper, and Joel’s arms wrap around you, pulling you into him.
“C’mon, give daddy some love,” he says, and you slip your arms around him, just content to lay in his hold, let him comfort you and take away the pain. “Can we go get you cleaned up now, get you fed?” he asks with his fingers tightly pressed against your back.
“Yes, sir.”
Joel makes you lunch, working on a pan fried chicken breast to split, trying to make his Jackson haul last, and you marvel at the smell coming from the kitchen as you sit at the kitchen table and watch him in action. Joel tells you and shows you all of the things he’s brought back from Jackson while you two wait for the food to cook. Fresh eggs, meat, bread, new seeds for the garden now that spring is on your doorstep - you’re going to have zucchini this year, he tells you with an innocent excitement in his voice that you don’t hear often. And workin’ on hopefully a chicken of our own someday for these eggs, he adds on with just as much enthusiasm.
You’d thought the nail polish was the only extra gift, but he holds up a new dress for you with a small smile, the fabric a little faded but the soft floral pattern still coming through. Joel tells you he couldn’t have walked away without it, imagining how perfect it would look on you. It makes you smile, starting to feel a little better as you hold the fabric, looking at it while Joel goes back to the stove. Things are moving back to normal - Joel is doting on you and you’re sitting quietly in admiration, just the way he likes it.
“Gonna be nice ‘n full after this, princess,” Joel throws over his shoulder, giving the vegetables in his second pan a stir. A few moments later he plates and presents it to you as usual, bringing over a steaming cup of tea, something you hadn’t asked for. It smells strange, your nose scrunching a little as you peer down at it with concern.
“Drink up, sweetheart,” Joel urges upon seeing your hesitation, and you take a sip, smacking your lips at the odd combination of flavors.
“What is it?” you ask curiously, staring down at the light brown liquid.
“Daddy wants you to drink this every day, okay? It’ll be good for your health.”
“But…” you hesitate, the inside of your lip starting to get worn down with the way you’ve been worrying at it since you got here. “I’ll try, daddy,” you acquiesce, taking another sip. It’s not terrible, you’ve just never tasted a tea like this in your life - it almost tastes medicinal, bitter.
“That’s my girl,” Joel says, his face softening as he catches you stopping yourself from questioning him. “You know what daddy says, goes, now, don’t you?” He reaches over and ruffles your hair as you nod obediently. The way your ass cheek stings at it presses against the hard wood of the chair is confirmation enough to you that yes, what he says goes.
You can’t help but feel a bit hesitant, not understanding the sudden push for this new addition to your diet, but you need to think, to find a way around the rules, to ask him about it without seeming too disobedient. You want to be curious still, not shoved in a box just because you’re worried about Joel’s rules and getting another spanking.
“Now, eat up,” Joel urges, and you don’t fight him on it, digging into your meal as your stomach rumbles. Once you’d come downstairs, the scents had sent your stomach practically cramping with hunger. You hadn’t had anything since your relatively early dinner last night and this morning breakfast was the last thing on your mind with how worked up you’d been feeling.
Joel chews, seeming pleasantly lost in thought as he keeps glancing your way, checking in on how well you’re eating. “Least I didn’t knock y’up yet, considering…” he says suddenly, casually waving his hand downwards towards your thighs.
“Knock… me up?” you ask, tilting your head as your fork hovers above your plate.
Joel licks his lips. “Pregnant,” he says quickly, seeming to have to remind himself that a good amount of slang is going to be lost on you. “You ain’t pregnant yet. ‘Cause of all that, your period ‘n everythin’,” he explains further and your brows twitch a little, still uncomfortable with just how comfortable he is with all of it after being told the polar opposite for so long. Joel had cleaned you up, figured out some things you could use as pads, considering he had none - something he silently cursed himself for not thinking of while he was in Jackson, but there was always the next trip. He’d even helped you set up a system to keep things clean - a rotation of cloths you could wash and use regularly for this kind of thing, if it made you more comfortable to take care of it in private. And it did, although you appreciated Joel’s strangely caring effort towards the entire thing.
“P-pregnant, right…” you murmur, scratching your chin absentmindedly as your gears turn. You feel warm, embarrassed by the topic of conversation, realizing all what it could be implying for the two of you. You muster up the courage to look up when you find Joel’s eyes already ready to meet yours, a little smirk on his face.
“If you got your period, you ain’t pregnant,” he says simply, assuming that you likely barely knew anything about how your own body worked. A fact that pisses him off more than he can explain, but at the least, it gives him a chance to be the one to feed you the information, be someone to rely on and guide you. A thought that made his cock half hard as he reflects on just how innocent you really are. And he can keep you this way, if he wants, feed you just enough to feel some semblance of maturity and control, but still shielded enough from that world that you’ll keep that spark, that purity about you.
“I know that,” you say, a little snippy. “I’m not completely… clueless…” you add on, defending yourself. At the least you had been taught that once you got married, if you were having your monthlies, you weren’t having your husband’s child yet. Your fork scrapes your plate while you get lost in thought and you remember to take a bite to appease Joel, who has been watching you eat your vegetables with more scrutiny than seems necessary.
“D-do you want… that?” you ask into the silence, eyes averted quickly downward, heat flooding your face. You knew that husbands were more than keen to make sure their wives were pregnant, you’d also been told that much - men expect to produce, to further their bloodline.
Joel looks at you with that look of intrigue he loves to throw your way. “Do you want that?” he throws back at you, teasing with his tone.
You hadn’t expected him to ask you, to even potentially weigh your opinion on it with his. The truth was, you’d resigned yourself to having children years ago, knowing that unless you were unable to get pregnant, it wasn’t a choice that you would get. Decided practically from your birth, you were there as a vessel to please, to reproduce, to serve.
“I- uh, I - “ you stutter, blinking down at your half eaten plate of food. “I never had a choice, so…”
“So… what, then?”
You think Joel might be goading you, but you want to be honest with him, especially knowing now all of the hard truths he’d shared with you about the cult. You feel a little choked up just thinking about it, remembering the constricted feeling of their lives, the way what you’re about to say to him was your everyday truth. “I never had the option before. I always knew I was gonna have kids, that I was supposed to. So I don’t know… jus’ sort of got used to it.”
Joel sits with your words for a few quiet beats, having expected as much based on what he knew about where you’d been raised. “Well, sweet girl, I bet you’d make a great mother.” He pauses, licking his lips before chewing another bite. “An’ you will.”
Your face falls a little, realizing despite his question, you still never stood a chance, never had the choice. You don’t know why Joel even bothered to ask if he was just going to decide for you the next moment. It was cruel. You can see him, feel him reading your expression for anything to disapprove of before his eyes dip to your plate, a silent signal to not make him have to ask to finish your food. You use the opportunity to look downwards at your plate to hide your upset expression and clear your throat quietly.
“Oh,” you say softly, trying to think of how to respond. “You mean with - with you, right?”
“Sweetest thing…” Joel tries to hold back his smile, unable to believe just how sweet you are sometimes, how clueless. “Of course, blossom, it’s me ‘n you here for, well,” He breathes out a little chuckle, devious grin spreading, “Ever, darlin’. Did you not understand that before?”
Your stomach sinks further, the meal you’d nearly finished now quickly turning sour. It’s not that you didn’t understand it, but you hadn’t quite gotten the chance to face it yet, to process that it was going to really be as long as Joel demanded it be. Maybe time would change things, you wonder silently. Maybe someday you’d be… truly free. Whatever that might mean for you.
“N-no, daddy, of course I did. I know you’re keeping me safe forever,” you say with a sweet lilt, hoping it doesn’t sound too forced. You’re just disappointed at the way reality is crushing in on you right now, trying to hide it as best you can.
“Thas’ right, pretty girl. So yes, baby, me n’ you and all our babies. Jus’ not yet…” he says, pushing the cup of tea he’d made a little closer to you. “Want you all to myself for a while longer. So drink up.”
Your eyes widen, bringing the cup to your lips and drinking, your mind spinning. What was in here? What the hell were you drinking?
“Go on, ask me,” Joel says, sitting back in his chair, his now empty plate moved a few inches away from him.
“This will…” you start, glancing down at the mug you still grip with both hands, the warmth almost too much on your palms with how uncomfortable you’re feeling. “Make me… not pregnant?”
“Close. Jus’ helps things along. Best chance we got right now, since we don’t have all the fun stuff we used to in the old days.” Joel decided he’d be damned if he couldn’t come inside of what belonged to him, mark you deeply in every way possible every single time he pleased. Asking around Jackson had been a cinch, a naturopath there guiding him to the right herbs they had on hand and natural remedies that weren't necessarily a guarantee, but could give you a chance at avoiding pregnancy. It wasn’t like there were many other options with birth control and a steady, consistent supply of condoms off the table. Joel recognized the futility of it, knowing he should just fucking pull out, you idiot, but anyone who would say that to him hadn’t felt the sweet embrace of you wrapped around his cock before.
“Okay, then,” you say, unable to think of much else to contribute. It’s not like you had any idea what people used to do to avoid pregnancy, or that it was even something people wanted, having grown up around women with constantly swollen bellies, babies and children always seeming to crop up in the community, every couple churning out kids for the good of the group.
“So drink up, babygirl. Finish that or you don’t leave the table.” Joel’s command sticks to your skin, a tingle of fear washing over your delicate skin as you start to down the bitter liquid, trying not to scrunch your nose up too much at it.
“Good girl, all you needed was a little encouragement from daddy, huh?” he coos at you as you finish drinking every last drop, standing up to lean over and kiss the top of your head before starting to clear the table.
You smile at him, a genuine thing as a spark of happiness lights up warm and achy inside of you at his praise, and you suppose that it was all you needed.
You fall into a routine with Joel now that he’s back home and settled in, the punishment in the bedroom put behind the two of you. You find yourself wanting to be on your best behavior, have him look at you with that lightness in his eyes, like you’re everything good in his world, and hear him praise you for it. Not even because you want to avoid that pain again, but because you like the feeling of being good, letting Joel take the weight off your mind with a set way to behave that you know will make the both of you happy. The more you practice, the more relaxed you feel around him. It all starts to feel rather natural, really.
He brings you your special tea every morning, whether it’s in bed as he gently shakes you awake or downstairs in the kitchen if you’re up early enough. Joel doesn’t mind you sleeping in though - he’s not disciplined like that. He likes to rise early himself, but he likes the thought of you being well rested and healthy. He only tries to make sure he’s always there when you open your eyes for the day, making sure he’s the first thing you see in the morning and the last in the evening.
You start to notice things about Joel as the days go by. He likes hard work, but likes it even more when you’re around to watch it. He knows your eyes drift when he chops wood, intrigued to watch his strength move, ogle his muscles and the way he grunts and sweats, showing off for you. He’s usually able to make quick work of you afterwards, fingers jammed inside of you and making you come faster than most other times, sometimes right there on the little stump you’ve made into your seat outside as you watch him. Joel loves to hear the echoes of your moans bounce around in the open space, traveling through the trees, nobody else to hear them for miles but the two of you.
He likes to cook, do laundry, work on keeping his guns clean and repaired, and keep the cabin tidy, always telling you he feels hard work like that is rewarded when he can just relax at the end of the day feeling like he earned it. When you ask what about you, that you don’t feel like you work very hard, he only laughs. Hard work lookin’ that pretty and bein’ daddy’s perfect little pet all the time. The answer satisfies you, makes your cheeks warm in happiness that he thinks you’re pretty enough that it’s considered a full day's work. You giggle about it to yourself that night as you fall asleep, catching yourself wondering when it had gotten this easy to feel comfortable around Joel.
But by far your favorite routine with Joel is the evenings, when your bellies are full and Joel calls you over to read with him. The first night he’d picked up a book and told you he wanted to read together, you’d been elated. You had eyed the bookshelves in the house but never delved into them, still finding your footing in what you were and weren’t allowed to do with your time, or where you were allowed to poke your nose. You’d gone to sit on the couch to listen while Joel read, but he just shook his head with that wry smile pulling up on the right side of his mouth.
“No no, baby, right here,” he’d said, glancing down at the floor in front of where he sat on his soft, puffy chair next to the fireplace. You’d cast your eyes down, starting to walk over towards him. Joel’s head tilted as he watched your subservient little walk and he shook it again. “Crawl, please, blossom,” he’d punched out before you could take another step.
You’d sunk to your hands and knees and crawled like it was second nature, the burn of his eyes on you making your tummy feel that strange but all too familiar tingling again at the look of pride in Joel’s eyes. The moment you’d reached him, his big, calloused hand was already out, ready to pet your head softly. Good girl, so pretty when you crawl to daddy, he’d whispered before opening the book in his lap.
It quickly became just as much part of the routine, you crawling to him from wherever you were in the room every time he sat down with his latest novel and a small glass of scotch that he had every so often as he read. Helps end the day right he’d said when you asked him about it, curious at the strange brown drink that smelled funny on his breath later that night as he kissed you. Unsurprisingly to Joel, alcohol was a huge resounding no for all of your life, but he held back from giving you any just yet. Daddy’s special drink. It nearly made your eyes roll, but he’d looked so handsome when he’d leaned forward and said it, swirling the drink inside the glass that you could only smile up at him from where you kneeled.
Tonight, you’re working your way through more of White Fang, and it’s not been holding your attention very well, but you like listening to Joel’s voice as he reads it to you, getting comfortable on the pillow underneath your knees. Joel brings your head down to his lap with a guiding hand, the side of your face resting on his warm thigh clad in a pair of plaid pajama pants. The material is soft, the expanse of his thigh the perfect place to rest your cheek while his hand traces loving strokes and patterns all along your cheeks and head. You feel your eyes blinking slower and slower, a common occurrence with this specific book, and Joel’s thigh shitly slightly underneath you jolts you awake. You tap his thigh a few times with your index finger, barely a flutter, just the way Joel had instructed if you wanted to get his attention while he was focused on the page.
Joel peers at you over the book, one brow going up when he looks down at you, cheek pressed to his thigh, pretty eyes so heavy and mild. He goes soft, cracking a small smile and giving your head a pat.
“Yes, blossom?” he asks, the words you’d been waiting to hear. Wait until I address you, then you speak.
“Daddy, this one is boring…” you say, your voice whinier than you’d intended but you feel so passionately bored by this novel tonight that even Joel’s charming twang is not enough to stop the words from grating on you.
Joel’s face falls a little, a fake wounded expression covering his features. “Darlin’... this is a classic. We’re tryna get you well read, ain’t we?”
“Well, yes…” you start, twisting your lips, recalling how Joel had been on a mission to fill in some gaps in your education. “But can we just try something else for a little bit? Please please? I don’t wanna fall asleep yet, it’s so early...” you complain, peering past Joel to the window, where a sliver of deep orange still sits in the sky, the sun not even fully set yet.
Joel sighs, unable to resist the way your mouth pouts so convincingly without even trying. Those same lips making him more sentimental by the day, he silently curses himself. Another long sigh falls from his lips as he battles it out with you, silently staring into your pleading eyes. “Yes, okay, okay, for tonight,” he acquiesces, “Only tonight.”
You sit up straight with a new fire in your blood, a bright smile on your face as you clap your hands together a few times. “Yay! Really, daddy?” you ask, so innocent and truly thrilled about this small victory that it makes Joel’s heart do a quick squeeze as he watches you from above.
“Yes really, now you go pick somethin’ ‘fore I change my mind,” Joel snips at you playfully, chuckling as he watches you stand up and bound over to the bookshelves that line the wall near the staircase. Your sheer white gown flows as you move, Joel’s eyes catching on the way he can see your curves through it, the lines of your light pink panties hugging your ass just visible in the low light of the room, the small lamp behind Joel’s chair and the fireplace giving the room a warm, cozy glow. He smirks at the little show he gets as you browse, bending over, crouching, and pondering while you scan the spines of the books, looking for anything that sticks out.
“Oh, this? I like the cover,” you call out, tugging a book out and brushing your fingers along the cover - it’s cloth bound, a bit dusty but Joel can still see the delicate flower pattern gracing the front. “W-wuthering Heights?” you ask, turning to look at him and holding it up. “Maybe this one…” you say, tucking it into your arm for safekeeping while you continue your search.
“No no, we are not doin’ that. Don’t got all night,” Joel calls over to you impatiently. “Next book you pick better be the one.”
The shelves are mostly filled from whoever owned this place pre-outbreak, such a stark difference in genres leading Joel to believe it was at least two different people. Joel had included a few of his own finds and personal favorites over the years he lived here, but it had hardly made a dent in making the collection feel more like his own. Among the dozens of books many of the strong standing classics lined the shelves, but a myriad of mystery books (Joel’s guilty pleasure), self help, and an entire shelf of those corny romance novels were also left behind by the previous tenants.
As soon as your finger hovered over that particular shelf, scanning the titles he knew your eyes had to be wide, reading the spines at a slower pace. He caught your body tensing a little, more careful as you pluck one and stare at the cover. A windswept woman in a tight corset, her bosom heaving while she swoons into a man’s bare chest stares back at you and you blink a few times.
“The… Forbidden Lady?” you say quietly, nearly mesmerized by the erotic depiction on the cover, the picture alone making a dull tingling start in your core. “This one!” you suddenly call out with more gusto, putting Wuthering Heights back in its spot and clutching the new choice close to your chest.
Joel swipes his hand down his forehead before pinching the bridge of his nose. “That’s… trashy romance, darlin’. We… don’t need to be readin’ that. It’s er, no good.” Joel had one of the dirtiest mouths he’d ever heard, especially compared to his past lovers, but even he felt a little apprehensive about the things he’d have to read aloud, not to mention he’d always heard of that type of book having a less than favorable reputation as real, readable literature.
“It looks good, though! Doesn’t it?” you ask excitedly, turning the cover to face him as you step closer, jamming your pointer finger onto the couple a few times for effect. “You said… you said I could pick!” You nearly start to bounce on the balls of your feet, your energy seeming to come right back to you after your dozing state not even minutes ago.
“Darlin’ I-” Joel starts, grimacing, but you press on.
“Just a little. Please! Just… look through it and see if we’d like it,” you beg, shoving the book in his direction. Joel takes it tentatively, his expression less than thrilled but he starts to inspect the cover, scoffing to himself.
“Don’t go thinkin’ you run the place now, sweetheart, just ‘cause daddy reads your pick, okay?” he chides, looking over at you.
You nod eagerly, your eyes glued on the book, where Joel has his fingers wedged in, refusing to open it until you respond.
“Yes, yes daddy of course. You do, I know.” You bounce a little impatiently. “I just really want to know what this is like… reading something romantic,” you say, biting your lip and stilling yourself, tucking your hands behind your back as your cheeks go a bit warm at the admission. You can’t help but feel antsy, wanting to know what Joel is seeing as he flips through the pages with no rhyme or reason. His eyes widen, face lighting up and then screwing up before he chuckles.
“Are you sure you can handle this? You know what kind of stuff is in these books?”
You certainly think you might have a few guesses judging by the cover. You’d never really seen, let alone read books like The Forbidden Lady, but just the idea of romance had always tugged at your heart, wishing so deeply to feel anything like that with someone. “Well, yes, I mean… no. Romance? And couples and stuff, right? And…” you feel your face go even warmer as you try to push out the next word. “Sex?”
“You want there to be?” Joel asks, leaning forward and peering up at where you stand through his lashes. “You’re a dirtier girl than you’d let on, blossom, y’know that?”
Your cheeks are burning burning burning, skin hot all over at his accusation. He’s not wrong, you suppose - you’re a far cry from the values you’d been raised with these days, but truly you’re only curious. The thought of reading about another relationship, all their intimate moments, everything just mass produced and on the shelves for people to buy pulls you in, wondering what it’s like. You want to hear what other people, even if they’re only fictional characters, do in a relationship, how they behave.
“N-no! I’m not. I just want to… hear about someone else. I only know the stuff we do…” you admit shyly, tucking your hands behind your back, one hand grabbing on to the wrist of your other arm, your body swinging a little with nerves.
Joel looks amused, laughing with his chest shaking a bit. “There’s a lot more we ain’t done yet, babygirl, if that’s what you want. I can show you…” Joel lunges forward, a hand swiftly wrapping around your body to land on your ass cheek, trying to pull you close. His move takes you by surprise and you stumble forward, giggling as he squeezes your round asscheek and pulls you again, making you nearly fall into his lap.
“No, no! I -“ you try to speak, laughing when Joel tugs you between his legs, both hands now firmly planted on each ass cheek. He gives a look of warning, as if to say ‘choose your next words carefully, sweetheart’. “I do want to! I just really want to read it first, please daddy. Don’t you think it’ll be fun? More than that other boring old book,” you tell him, trying to make your eyes pleading and soft for him, practically about to beg. This will be the most interesting entertainment you’ve gotten in weeks, aside from the entire whirlwind that is Joel.
“Already said I would, but I like you beggin’ me anyway,” Joel replies, smirking with a quick wink. “Alright, down then, blossom, back on your knees for daddy.”
You slink down, putting your hands on both of his thighs and you disappear between his legs, situating the pillow under your knees.
“All the way,” he urges, and you start to lay your head on his thigh, always preferring the left one, laying your right cheek on it and blinking up at him.
“Very good,” he says distractedly as he opens the book back up, doing a quick scan of a few sections before you see his eyes darken. They flick to you over the novel and then back to the page, and his smile grows.
“This’ll do,” he announces before clears his throat a little. His fingers curl onto your crown, starting his soothing ministrations that make you want to start purring like the tamed little kitten you’ve become. You fight the tiny sound of pleasure that pulls at the back of your throat, trying to focus on Joel and the book you’d been so excited to hear him read.
“‘My - my lady,’ Mr. Buxton gasps out in earnest, looking down at the fair maiden in front of him -‘“ Joel starts, and you fight your own gasp as the excitement builds. Joel sounds less than enthusiastic so far, but you don’t care, you’re already eating it up, ready to be transported into another world.
Her bosom heaves out of the top of her silken purple corset, so ripe and ready for the taking. Mr. Buxton tears his eyes away at the shame of it all. “We - you should not. We cannot,” he says decidedly.
Lady Georgina’s desperation only grows like flowers after a good Spring’s rain - bursting forth brilliantly. Her hands go to Mr. Buxton’s waist, a daring move, she knows. He wants this just as bad, she begins to understand by the way his eyes glance downwards at where her delicate hands sit. It’s unspoken, yet burning at her deep inside, a need she’s not known before. Certainly not with her betrothed, the insufferable Mr. Wickly.
“Mr. Buxton… my… Henry…” the Lady says in reply, a plea to Mr. Buxton to address him so informally.
Your eyes are wide and unblinking as Joel reads, a breath caught in your throat that you don’t even realize you’re holding. Your thighs squeeze together, anticipation heating between them as you realize what the scene is setting up for, all the tension between the characters so thick and palpable.
“Jesus Christ,” Joel sighs quietly, interrupting the flow. Your hand grasps onto his shin from where you kneel before him, a silent urging for him to continue reading.
“Please…” you whisper back as he looks at you, eyes desperate and glimmering, beyond ready to hear what happens next to Lady Georgina. You see him fight a roll of his eyes, hating the way your sweet face makes him soft, willing to do what you want, when it should be the other way around.
The couple is so close to her bed, the private sanctuary of her chambers never so glady infiltrated as it is now with the man she truly loves, the one she feels bound to forever against all logic. How can one marry a man she does not love when passion burning in such a way exists in one Mr. Buxton?
Lips suddenly clash in this losing battle of love, the pair unable to hold it, hide it any longer. Mr. Buxton is mesmerized by his Lady’s plush lips tentatively pushing into his before the kiss deepens, her hands tightening around his waist.
“Henry,” Lady Georgina mewls to her love, her eyes sparkling with the head spinning kiss they’d shared.
Joel leans forward, reaching for the hand of yours that’s been gently toying with your chin and bottom lip as your mouth sits parted in pure wonder at what you’re hearing. He drags your hand by the wrist to the top of his thigh, starting to force your hand to rub over his crotch. He hardly misses a beat of the story as he reads on, Lady Georgina suddenly working on undoing Mr. Buxton’s trousers, and you gasp. Joel cracks the tiniest smile that comes through in his voice as he reads.
Buxton’s quivering member is a sight to behold, Georgina’s eyes hardly able to shy away from it despite knowing she should, that a Lady should not stare. But she can not tear her eyes away, her gaze steady upon him, the way he wants for only her while she begins to drop herself down to her knees in front of him.
You feel your entire body tense up, thighs wriggling slightly on the pillow beneath you as your legs clench tighter. You’re mesmerized at the thought that Lady Georgina - even a Lady, someone this important - is on her knees for the man she cares for. It makes your heart flutter thinking that you two are the same in that way. The fluttering starts to turn to a heavy thudding in your chest as Joel continues on, describing Lady Georgina grabbing at Mr. Buxton’s cock with her hands, just as you’ve done before, too, you think with a warm face and awestruck eyes.
Your hand moves absentmindedly along Joel’s bulging crotch as he’d silently instructed you to do, and he’s even wavering or batting an eye at the sensation, simply enjoying the slow buildup of it all. Joel is simply smirking wider with every word he reads, ready to see your reaction to what he knows is coming.
Her mouth hovers closer, Mr. Buxton’s manhood a salty taste as her tongue envelops him -
Your hand that isn’t stroking him starts to tap at his leg rapidly, vying for his attention. Your eyes dart around his face and then down to the cover of the book and back up, your mouth hanging open as you try to understand.
“Daddy… ?” you interrupt him, knowing it's wrong, against his rules, but you’re desperate to understand. “Wh-“ you try to stutter out, only to have Joel ignore you for the moment.
Her warm mouth takes him in, the pleasure overwhelming the both of them as Mr. Buxton gasps out his Lady’s name in ecstasy -
“Sir?” You tap again, repeated little flits of your fingers against his solid thigh. Joel’s smirk turns a little sinister as he continues reading, Lady Georgina’s head starting to bob rapidly on Mr. Buxton’s ‘member’, and that’s when you call out again, making Joel stop.
“Somethin’ the matter, sweetheart?” he asks with an innocent tilt of his head, knowing damn well exactly what you want. Joel has been holding on to a little secret, one he hadn’t quite figured out the right timing for revealing yet. He’d dreamt repeatedly of your perfect lips wrapped around his thick cock for weeks now, practically since the moment he’d met you. But it was a… delicate situation, he knew, that doing what he wanted to do to your sweet little face and mouth may have scared the hell out of you if he’d pushed it too early. He typically wasn’t too worried about scaring you, but it was just that he’d wanted this to be… perfect. The moment he was dreaming of. What he’d waited all this time for - his perfect girl gagged by his cock, her face open and ready for him to fuck it, choking all over him and watching her love it. By your recent good behavior, the way you moan and quiver every time he touches you now with no resistance anymore, he had a feeling you would in fact, love it.
The opportunity that fell into his lap - hopefully quite literally - tonight had been too good to pass up. He figured you’d be expecting the characters to kiss or even fuck, concepts he knew you’d become much more acquainted with thanks to him. But to surprise you with this, get you all worked up and curious, was absolutely priceless. And just happened to make his cock painfully hard.
“What, baby?” he asks, a rush of amusement filling him at your scrunched up brows, your mouth hanging open just the tiniest bit while you sit up ramrod straight on your knees now.
“Daddy they’re…? Is she putting her mouth down there?” you ask with urgency, flitting your eyes to where your now stilled hand rests on top of his aching cock. You’d had to get used to the idea of Joel’s lips in your most intimate areas, but the thought of that? Your mind boggled at it. Joel was so large, so wide, that you’d never even thought of him being in your mouth, now wondering if there could even be room in there. You thought maybe the way he enjoyed lapping and sucking at your cunt was special, that maybe people didn’t always do that - you’d certainly never heard of any kind of fornicating like that. Although you supposed you hadn’t heard much at all besides hushed whispers until Joel.
He gives you a curt nod. “Mhm, she is, baby. What, you didn’t know about suckin’ cock?” he asks like it would have been an everyday occurrence for you, leaning forward in the chair with a coy smirk.
Your brows pinch. “‘Course not, you know that,” you snip a little more harshly than you’d intended at his pointed jesting. You hate this constant feeling of embarrassment even though Joel has given you no reason to feel that way. In fact, he’s always supportive, he’s talked you through everything, almost seeming excited by how little you’d known. He’d even told you as much, but you still can’t shake the frustration that you feel so far behind him.
Joel bristles a little at your tone. “Watch your mouth, little one, or this won’t be as fun for you as it could be,” he says, tone now lower and giving some of that bite that settles fear deep in your stomach.
“W-what… won’t be…” you ask after swallowing hard, folding your hands in your lap, trying to look the picture of subservience for him.
Joel gives you a conceited grin, closing the book and setting it aside. “Think you know damn well what,” he replies, leaning forward a little more, his rough hand grazing your blazing cheeks. You’re shrinking under the intensity of his stare, now, barely able to keep your eyes on his. “Gonna get this pretty mouth on my cock tonight, aren’t we?” Joel’s finger’s slip down to your mouth, toying with your bottom lip. “Open up,” he demands, pressing his index finger to the center of your lip.
You crack your lips open the slightest bit only to feel Joel’s finger slip inside, the tiniest huff escaping him as he feels how wet and silky your tongue is as it laps at his finger. “Close. And suck,” he commands next, and you do, wrapping your lips around it, trying to suck a little bit.
“Good girl, look at this mouth,” Joel coos, using his free hand to start undoing the tie on his pajama bottoms, tugging the waistband down slightly, revealing the curls of hair that travel downward. You feel nerves pool in your belly, your entire body on fire at how erotic it feels to have his finger slipping in and out of your mouth, how wet and warm everything is. “Know you’re curious, sugar, my curious little girl never had a cock in her mouth, did she?”
You shake your head, a quiet mm-mm around his finger as he shoves a second one in, pushing them further back down your throat. With his other hand he finishes tugging his pajama pants down, his hard cock slapping out, the hard length of it so imposing, especially from this angle. It makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand up, goosebumps cropping up along your flesh. You’re simultaneously hot and cold with nerves, not understanding how any of this could possibly work.
“No, she hasn’t,” he says, a sorrowful, condescending tone to it. “But she’s gonna be a good girl for daddy and take it down her throat, ain’t she?”
You stutter around his fingers, your heart hammering hard against your rib cage. Joel’s brow quirks at your lack of enthusiastic nodding to his question, what he had come to expect with how well trained you had become these days.
He shoves his two fingers in a little further, sliding them in and out, just short of making you gag, and he smiles when he sees your eyes tear up. “Don’t think you should be nodding right now? Sayin’ ‘yes, daddy’ while drool falls out ‘f your mouth? Hm?” His fingers slip out with a wet pop and he smears your lips with saliva. Despite the words, the rough, degrading treatment, his eyes shine for you. They’re so caring, that dark, dark brown looking back at your terrified expression.
“Will I like it?” you ask as you look up at Joel through your lashes, your voice a strained whisper. Joel cups your cheek in his hand, gentle fingers attempting to sooth you.
“I really think you’ll like it a lot, sweetheart,” Joel says honestly, already picturing the entire scene so vividly in his head. Whether you like it or not, or even notice it, you get off on being submissive to him, and with the plans he has for you… he nearly shudders at the soon to come image of you choked and fucked out on his cock.
You nod, a tiny act of submission, agreement. Your hand on his thigh slides up slightly, just grazing the underside of his cock and Joel inhales a sharp breath. The tip leaks a bead of precum, begging for your mouth to be on it. “Daddy… I don’t know if it will… it’s big…” you sputter out finally, fearing any consequences for even trying to question him, especially on a topic he knows much more about than you do.
Joel isn’t deterred in the slightest though, his lips turning up at your sweet demeanor, your futile concerns that he already knows will be irrelevant in just a few mere seconds.
“Oh, darlin’…” he tuts softly, fingers curling underneath your chin, tipping it upwards. “We’ll make it fit.”
how i think your camera roll would look like if you were in a relationship with simon riley
he's so babygirl :3
Me: I’m in heat
Stupid person who doesn’t understand: Humans don’t have heats-
Me: I AM.IN.🔥HEAT🔥
jake is so sexy but also so fucking cute like oh my god why are you PERFECT