Mistress ♡-- Post Malone BDSM Smut

Jumping to Conclusions

Warning!! Chapter may contain consensual but rough sexual play, sexual submission, oral sex and extreme BDSM, sexual and physical violence, gun use and injury, possible uncomfortable situations, possible trigger warning for some parts. Mentions of physical abuse – trigger warning for that. 

Please do not read if you are uncomfortable with any of the above.

--- Alex's Point of View ---

I looked down at my phone upset, I was shaking a little bit, we were staying at a small house that he owned in London, I was about to go home when I pulled up Austin's Instagram.

Richard came up behind me and handed me some tea.

"Are you alright?"

I turned my phone to him, he took it and looked at the picture, then handed it back to me.

"Is that her?"

"Yep."

He sat down next to me with a happy smile.

"You can't really be mad, I remember you telling me that you told him he could be with her because the two of you can't be together."

I gave him an annoyed look, and he gave me a sassy look right back.

"Considering what we did last night...can you really be mad at him, or even blame him?"

He teased, I let out a groan and covered my face.

"That was to let out some steam."

"Still, don't be hypocritical, you need to go back to him, trust me, I want you, and I want that baby, I'm not going to lie about that – but I can tell that you love him so I'm recommending you go back to him – he deserves to know about the baby."

He pointed at my lower stomach and I put my hand over it.

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

I was laying on my couch, my private investigator had told me that he had tried finding Richard Madden and her, but they were both in the wind.

I paid him for the effort and spent the past few days trying to work on songs, I used my heartbreak and my pain to focus on my craft and write some new songs.

They were all fucking about her but I was using my pain for creativity.

I also invited over my girlfriend, I had posted a picture with her on my Instagram as a kind of revenge if Alex was still looking at my Instagram.

I pulled off my headphones unsure that I heard it right, there it came again, my doorbell rang.

"That was fast."

I had ordered something from a local pizza joint, and it had gotten here really fast, I walked to the door with my wallet.

I opened the door and let out an audible gasp.

Alex was standing there, she was wearing jeans and a white shirt, her hair was down, she looked so beautiful and innocent, my eyes narrowed at her.

"What are you doing here?" I seethed.

I didn't know where that came from, I was happy to see her, but at the same time anger came up in me and I felt like screaming at her.

"I...I'm sorry."

"Sorry..." I let out a rueful laugh. "SORRY." I barked.

She stumbled back and I reached out and grabbed her, pulling her inside I shut the door and roughly pressed up against the door.

"Austin please be careful." She cried, there was

"Like you were careful with me?"

I punched the door right by her head, she let out a scream, I was shocked at my own action, I would never hurt her – I would NEVER harm her but I was just so upset that I was finding it hard to control myself.

"Austin stop. I'm pregnant...please, stop and let me explain."

The words took a few moments to sink in, I stumbled backwards as if I had been punched in the gut.

She was pregnant with Richards baby? And she had the audacity to come to my house? After leaving me like that?

"Get out of my house Alex..." I growled, narrowing my eyes at her.

"Austin..."

"Get out of my house before I put my hands on you..." I yelled, stumbling she got up and I watched as she ran out the door in fear. I stumbled onto the floor sitting, my thoughts were a mess and I felt like throwing up.

She left the door open and a Pizza guy peeked his head in after a few moments, I must have looked a mess when he looked down on me on the floor.

"Uh...are you Mr. Post?"