Pure Seduction

Liam’s only ever been the most generous and loving of lovers to you. Sure, at times when things got a bit intense you’d feel the sting of his hand on your ass or the edge of his teeth as they sunk into your flesh when he came, but he never held you down, never intended to overpower or purposely hurt you.
Until you asked for it...

It was clear he was out of his element when you first ventured into that side of sex with him, never having it requested by any other of his girlfriends. You could feel how he held himself back, the tension and his fear of doing you permanent damage or crossing boundaries that couldn’t be uncrossed. You tried to portray to him that this was what you wanted; you wanted him to leave bruises on your body, you wanted him to tell you what to do, remind you who you belonged to. There was a bit of a learning curve for him, yes, but he was studious, and very eager to please you, and the more he saw how much you loved it, how you literally dripped down your thigh when he finally bent you over his knee and spanked you hard enough to bruise, calling you his own little whore, the more he became fluent in how to dominate you.

Be ready tonight. x
The unexpected text from Liam sent ripples of excitement and anticipation through you the moment you read it. You knew exactly what he meant, and you thought you’d combust from waiting. By the time he came home hours later with wine to join the simple dinner you’d prepared, your mind is so full of fantasies that you almost moan into his mouth right there when he kissed you hello. He looked particularly delectable tonight, signature tight black jeans and a button down that shows off all the skin you can never get enough of.
You can see his muscles work as he pops the cork on the bottle and pours some for both of you, his eyes on your face and a little smile on his.
“You look beautiful tonight, kitten.” His voice has you rubbing your thighs together under the table as you thank him and sip at your glass. Dinner is sweet but quick, filled with tension and subtle glances and almost touches. Your hands are near shaking, Liam tells you to leave the dishes in the sink and then you’re swept into the bedroom, your mind cheering for joy when finally you’re taken into his arms and he presses his mouth to yours.
“Clothes. Off.” You do as he says, moving in the slow, measured pace you know he prefers. “Good girl. Now on your knees, baby.” His voice is a low purr now, his eyes lust blown and appraising as you sink down and await his next instructions. Liam leans back against the dresser, one hand brushing your hair from your face and stroking your cheek. “You know what to do. Make me feel good."
You set to work, nuzzling your face into the proud bulge his cock makes in his jeans as you rub his thighs. He makes a pleased sound in his throat, pulling his shirt off and tossing it away before his lovely hands come down to sweep your hair away from your face. He watches you work his jeans open and down along with his boxers, watches you with panting breath when you nose and lick along his hardening cock.
You cradle his balls in your hand, and it’s when he gives your hair a sharp tug that you know it’s time to take him into your mouth and suck, and so you do. You set a steady pace, your head bobbing and throat relaxing around him as best as you can.
"That’s it, love. Mmm, kitten, you know I love your mouth.” You pull away to take a gasp of air, looking up at his flushed face, a string of saliva linking your bottom lip and the tip of him. He grips himself at the base and eases back into your willing mouth, moaning when you suckle and tongue at the throbbing vein at the underside, the sensitive ridge at the bottom of the swollen head. “Come on,” he groans. “Let me back in, there’s a good girl. You know what I want.” When you feel him nudge the back of your throat you brace yourself as he draws back and then snaps his hips forward, fucking your mouth in sure strokes. You fight down your gag reflex and let your mouth be used, trying so hard to resist the urge to rub yourself and ease some of the throbbing ache between your thighs.
Liam finally pulls away with hiss, his cock bouncing upwards towards the ceiling, flushed red and glistening with your saliva.
“Up,” he gasps. “On your feet. Now.” You scramble to obey, and he pulls you up tight to his body, your chest to his, his cock pressed to your stomach and you can’t help grinding against him. He kisses you nearly stupid, one hand winding around you and squeezing your ass hard. “Were you good for me today, Y/N? You didn’t touch yourself without my permission, did you?” You shake your head frantically, groaning out his name and digging your nails into his arms when he slips his fingers between your thighs and up into your folds from behind to rub you.
“You’re so wet, kitten. You want it so bad. My little whore.” His hand pulls back and spanks you hard. You know you’ll be red later, branded by him and you fucking love it. He grinds his hips with you. “Tell me how much you want it.”
“I want it so bad…” His hand comes down on you harder, accompanied by a tight squeeze, and you moan, pushing yourself back into his large hand.
“Louder?”
“Liam, please I want it so fucking bad. I need you so bad!” He maneuvers you so you’re the one pressed into the dresser, bent over it with your ass out on display for him and your cheek pressed against the wood.
He takes your hands and pulls them behind your back with little of his usual gentleness, tying them at the small of your back with something that feels like cotton. He tugs it tight, pulls on your hands to arch your back and push your ass higher for him, and gives you another hard spank on each cheek.
"Not a word. Understand, love?” You nod frantically, aching for his cock so bad, feeling helpless and at his mercy and loving every second and then he positions himself and plunges into you and oh yes.
Liam’s fingers form vices on either side of your hips, you can’t press yourself back or beg him for more or reach for his curls or his hand or his hips and all you can do is bite your lip against your strangled moans as the desk rubs your nipples raw and sensitive against Liam’s fast pace.
He murmurs quiet encouragements behind you over the sound of his skin slapping into yours, telling you how good you feel and how much he loves the way you submit to him, and he knows your body well, so well, he knows how to roll his hips or angle his thrusts to hit against spots that have your mouth opening in silent screams and your hands struggling against your bonds.
“You wanna cum, don’t you, baby?” Again, you nod immediately. “Yeah? Is that what you want?” He reaches around and presses one finger to your clit, letting his own thrusts create the pressure on it. You nod again desperately, feeling your orgasm coming on like a freight train. “You’ve been so good, baby,” he coos. “Cum for me, you deserve it.” Like he’s flipped a switch, you obey his command, your muscles tightening and releasing in a powerful rush of pleasure. Liam is soon undone by the sweet pulse and clench of your inner walls around him and he bends over your back, leaving a bite mark that will linger for your days on the back of your shoulder as he groans and pumps his release into you.
Before he’s even caught his breath, Liam is fumbling with the knot tied around your wrists to undo it and kissing softly at the indent of his teeth that’s turning reddish purple.
“You alright?” His voice is a little whisper, like he’s almost afraid of the answer. His thumbs rub gently at where your wrists were bound. “I didn’t hurt you?”
You give a breathless laugh, your throat hoarse as you reach back and pat his clammy cheek.
“I’m alright. I’m so alright, baby. That was incredible, like always.” He kisses your palm.
“Good. Mm, I love you.”

“I love you too."

Notes

~~SYN ROZE~~~