Daddy ♡ --- Post Malone Smut, BDSM

Contracted to Post Malone

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 ---

She placed her hands behind her on the dining room table and tried to lift herself up off my cock, instantly I grabbed her hips and held her in place – keeping my cock in her. Her eyes softened when she looked at me and she whimpered, I tried not to smile as I saw she liked this display of dominance.

"Calm down baby girl, I'm sorry." She struggled a little bit more, ignoring this I continued holding her hips a little bit tighter – knowing that it would leave a bit of a bruise, she whined at the rough touch. But settled down.

"I know it's too soon for me to declare that, and I'm sorry baby girl..." I leaned up to come closer to her face, she hesitated but leaned down and accepted the kiss that I offered her, I slipped my tongue in when she parted her lips slightly, tasting her, slowly I removed my hands from her hips wrapping one around her waist – she shifted her body and hips a little – making sure my cock was still deep in her and kept at a delicious angle.

I buried my head into her chest, just inhaling the beautiful smell of her skin. "The words were true, everything I just said was true. I want you Ashe – I want you to become my official submissive. I want to date you; I am falling so hard for you..."

I broke off mid-sentence when I felt what I could only describe as a rain drop on my head, quickly I look up, I was slightly horrified and remorseful when I saw that she was crying. I could not read her expression, but I did see the emotional apology behind her eyes.

Before I could even stop myself, I asked. "Baby girl...do you feel nothing for me beyond sexual?" I hated how weak and sad my voice sounded in this moment, she opened her mouth to speak but said nothing, closing it she looked down, her crying had subsided, but she still looked sad.

"Is it Connor?" I asked, my voice my upset now, I felt my anger start to build. "I'm sorry if this was uncomfortable, I only spoke of my true feelings." I apologized sarcastically. She went to say something but lifted her up off my cock and set her on the table – I handed her a water bottle and she accepted it, drinking slowly. I cleared my throat; I was hurt, emotionally, and I wanted to punish her...but I did not want to physically hurt her now.

"Maybe I have been too soft on you, these few days are meant to be a test in your ability to handle being my submissive. So, let us see how you handle the worst kind of punishment, the one all submissive fear."

Her eyes went wide with fear, I imagine she knew what I was talking about. "Daddy please no, I've been good." She pleaded, I tutted at her, broke off another piece of pizza and fed it to her. She took it without any problem, fuck I loved how submissive she was in this regard, I leaned down and licked her neck.

"Are you hungry still baby girl?" I questioned, breaking off another piece, she shook her head. I gave her what had to be a sly look, shaking my head with a scoff.

"Don't lie baby girl." I handed her the piece and she took it, I was hard again, I lifted her off the table, she maneuvered herself, so she was straddling me again. I moaned when my cock entered slowly in her again, she was always warm and tight.

"Ride me slowly baby girl, please Daddy, take care of my needs baby girl." I purred in her ear, licking down her neck, she obeyed. She started a steady and easy rhythm and I continued to feed her while she pleased herself on my cock. I fed her another whole large slice and she shook her head when I offered her more. I smiled and kissed her; a master must always make sure that his submissive is well taken care of. Leaning my head back on the chair I grabbed her hips and started grinding her harder against me. She let out little mewls of pleasure.