Daddy ♡ --- Post Malone Smut, BDSM

It Start's

Warning!!

Chapter contains consensual but rough sexual play and extreme BDSM, sexual violence, possible uncomfortable situations, possible trigger warning for some parts. And swearing Please do not read if you are uncomfortable with any of the above.

--- Austin's Point of View ---

It was a usual Saturday night party at my place in Utah.

For the past two day's a girl has shown up - I had never seen her before. Many of the girls that came over were dressed to seduce - this girl however, sure she looked sexy but she was...modest, a black wide strap dress, not showing much cleavage, the dress went just slightly below the knees and she was wearing classy heels. Her brown hair was pulled up and she had simple diamond earrings, and not much makeup.

Modesty like that is a rare thing at these parties. It made her stand out, made her more interesting, appealing even.

I had asked one the drunk girls that came with this stranger about her. She was sitting on my lap, touching me inappropriately - wearing a barely their black dress.

"Oh her? That's Ashe." The overly sexed up girl scoffed. "She's a freak, trust me you don't want that baby." She ran her hands down my chest - she was overly drunk.

That sparked my interest

"How is she a freak?"

"Kind of a loner and I heard she's..." The girl let out an annoying giggle as she leaned down and whispered. "into some kinky bedroom shit - scared some guys off, don't focus on her baby, you got me right here."

My eyes widened as I looked over at her, she was looking out the window at the pool.

"Do you wanna take this back to the bedroom?" She slurred, doing an impression of trying to sound seductive but failing miserably. I picked her up off my lap and sat her lush self on the couch.

"Excuse me for a second." As I slowly sauntered over to the girl.

--- Ashe's point of View ---

I took a long drink of my Bud Light and looked out the window, thinking that I was amazed that Austin Post...stage name Post Malone, lived in the house just up the street from where I grew up. There was a girl around my age who lived here - I use to play with her when we were children. Oddly enough I kept this information to myself - it would feel weird to reveal it.

I knew the layout of this house by heart.

It was so strange being in a house that I had memories as a child in, but now the entire interior has changed and I was now an adult.

With a deep sigh I looked out at the pool in the back yard, remembering how we use to swin in that pool.

I was distracted from my thoughts when an arm sneaked around my waist. I was pulled against someone.

"I've been watching you for the past few nights... what's so interesting about my pool?" I recognized the voice. He held me against him, I could feel his erection clearly, and his lips were right behind my left ear - so close his breath tickled my neck making me shiver.

"It's nothing... why are you touching me?" I asked defensive as his hands spread across me stomach.

"Because I want to." His growled.

I felt myself get turned on, pressure almost in my lower pelvis.

"Forgive me impetuosity but I heard you were into some kinky shit." Now I shivered, and he felt it. I balked at who could have told him that, and I was even more...wary of why he was bringing it up.