Daddy ♡ --- Post Malone Smut, BDSM

Guitar Pick

Warning!! Chapter contains consensual but rough sexual play and extreme BDSM, sexual and physical 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.

Authors Note: I was feeling very romantic when I wrote this. Having to repost this and lose my readers has been hard to handle and I'm still very salty about it. Thank you all for your constant love and support during this rough time.

XOXO

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

I watched as she ate, I let out a sigh of happiness when I saw that she had stopped shivering and seemed to be relaxing, I was worried for a moment there. I realized that

I looked her over and focused on the bump. She was still restrained but I could not help but have my emotions soften towards the mother of my unborn child. She was the best submissive and I was sexually satisfied at the moment.

"Do you think..." I started to say, then shook my head - it was a stupid idea, I wasn't even sure why my brain even though of it. It was corny.

"Do I think what Daddy...what were you going to say?" Ashe asked gently when I did not look back at her, it was her tone that made my heart melt, there was love and caring behind it.

"Do you think she would like to listen to me sing, should I play her something?" I gestured at our baby. Ashe, still holding her food placed her hand on her stomach and sighed gently.

"Let's see if she would like that..." She held out the soup bowl and I took it to the sink, setting it down I walked over and grabbed my guitar and walked over to the bed, I sat down and she moved closer to me and the guitar so her belly was close to it.

Thinking for a moment about what to sing. I started playing the classic lullaby 'Hush Little Baby.' After I felt like I had the cords down I started singing loudly, trying not to let my voice break as I sang for her and my baby.

I was almost done when she started giggling. I stopped playing and looked at her incredulously.

"I'm sorry, you...you need to feel her..." She laughed gently.

Curiously I put my guitar pick in my mouth and she took my hand and placed it on her stomach. I felt the baby move inside her, it was a simple soft fluttering that I could feel.

"She likes it, she normally doesn't move around quite that much." She commented.

I set my guitar down and reaching down I picked her up putting her in my lap and held her close, I felt her snuggle against me.

I suddenly felt myself start to tremble and tears started to come to my eyes, putting her down I took off the collar and set it on the bed post and gathered her in my arms.

She didn't question or fight, I stripped down and grabbing a blanket and turning off the main light I pulled her into a hug, it was the middle of the day but I found that I was exhausted.

I felt her hand cup my cheeks and her lips meet mine.

--- Ashe's Point of View ---

I wasn't sure if he was upset over our baby being happy or something else. I knew that I could not do anything but be there for him, hold him and let him know that I was there.

I let out a sigh of happiness when he took off my collar - I loved wearing it but I wasn't in the mood. He turned off the light and it was bright outside, but it made the room a bit darker than before.

When he cuddled me I felt elated and kissed him to show how much I enjoyed it.

"I'm so excited to have her with us soon, thank you Baby Girl, thank you for giving me this child." He praised and gently kissed my neck.

Without really thinking if it was right I rolled over and straddled him.

"What are you?" He started to ask, he stopped and moaned when I started stroking his cock gently, it instantly hardened in my hands. I straddled him more and lined up his cock with me, and slowly I sank down on it.

"Oh god Ashe...please..." My pussy tightened around him and he grabbed onto my hips gently and not forcefully. In a rare moment I took control, grinding against him gently, really letting myself feel his cock inside me.

I felt his hand reach up and touch my breasts and the other rest on my bump. I realized that his fingers were so rough from playing guitar, calloused working hands.

I got lost in the rhythm of the movement and I started to enjoy just having him inside me - the closeness of it. I needed this - I needed to make love to him like this. I closed my eyes and simply moved against him, using my hips to move.

"God...I'm going to cum..." He breathed, it was then that I realized that I had been doing this for what could have been hours. Looking down I saw that he was fighting his orgasm. I gasped at seeing how vulnerable he was.

"Please do..." I moaned, gently he grabbed my waist and flipped me over, with a deep guttural moan he came and I could tell that he held back to long and it ached to cum.

With a deep sigh he fell beside me, with his eyes closed he pulled me into his arms and buried his face into my hair.

After a moment I heard and felt his breathing slow as he fell asleep. I smirked knowing that I had worn him out so bad that he passed out right after sex.

I pulled away from and slipped from the bed, looking at him lovingly I walked into the back deciding to pamper myself by taking a shower.