Author’s note… author’s declaration more like it if you like when I feel frisky comment below Meow 🫠🫠
Morning light filtered through the blinds, casting golden stripes across your sleeping form. I watched you, my body already stirring with desire despite the night we’d shared. You were sprawled on your stomach, one leg bent, the sheet barely covering the curve of your ass. A faint bruise bloomed on your hip where I’d gripped you too tightly last night—a brand I admired with primal satisfaction.
My cock thickened against the mattress. I wanted to wake you with my mouth between your legs, taste you still slick with my seed from hours ago. But I had other plans first.
I slipped from the bed, moving silently to the kitchen. The coffee maker gurgled as I measured grounds, my mind racing. Last night you’d surrendered so beautifully, but today… today I wanted to see how far I could push that trust. How much you would give me if I simply asked.
The scent of brewing coffee filled the apartment. I returned with two mugs, setting them on the nightstand. You stirred as the mattress dipped.
“Mmm,” you murmured into the pillow. “Coffee?”
“And other things,” I said, my voice still rough with sleep. I traced the line of your spine, watching goosebumps rise in my wake. “Turn over.”
You complied slowly, blinking against the morning light. Your eyes were heavy-lidded, lips swollen from my kisses. I leaned down, inhaling your scent…. sweat, sex, and something uniquely you.
“Today,” I said, my fingers tangling in your hair, “you’re going to do exactly as I say. No questions, no hesitation. Can you do that for me?”
A flicker of challenge crossed your face before it softened into submission. “Yes.”
“Good girl.” I stood, holding out my hand. “First, coffee. Then shower. Together.”
The steam billowed around us as I adjusted the water temperature. You stepped in, your nipples pebbling instantly under the hot spray. I backed you against the tiled wall, my hands pinning yours above your head.
“Keep them there,” I commanded, before lowering my mouth to your breast. I sucked hard, knowing it would leave marks. You arched against me, a moan escaping your lips as I switched to the other side, giving it equal attention.
My knee slid between your thighs, pressing against your already slick folds. “So responsive,” I murmured against your skin. “I haven’t even touched you properly yet.”
I released your hands, turning you to face the wall. “Hands flat, don’t move.” I retrieved the silicone plug from the shelf…. cool and heavy in my palm. I coated it with lubricant, my fingers circling your tight entrance.
“Relax for me,” I said, pressing the tip against you. “Remember last night? How good it felt when I filled you?”
You pushed back instinctively, taking the first inch. I worked it slowly, twisting gently as I pressed deeper. Your breathing hitched when it seated fully, the flared base nestled against your cheeks.
“Perfect,” I said, my hands gripping your hips. I entered you in one smooth thrust, your heat enveloping me instantly. The plug created a delicious tightness, every ridge of my cock dragging against your walls.
I set a punishing rhythm, the sound of skin slapping against tile echoing in the small space. Your fingers slipped on the wet wall as you struggled to maintain position.
“Please,” you gasped, “I’m going to fall.”
“Then fall,” I growled, pulling out and turning you around. I lifted you easily, your legs wrapping around my waist as I drove into you again. The water streamed between us as I claimed your mouth in a bruising kiss.
I carried you from the shower without breaking our connection, laying you on the bathroom counter. The plug shifted inside you as I spread your legs wider, hooking them over my shoulders.
“Watch,” I commanded, my thumb finding your clit as I began to move again. “Watch me fuck you.”
Your eyes dropped to where we joined, to the sight of my cock disappearing into your body. I increased the pressure on your clit, circling faster as my thrusts grew more erratic.
“That’s it,” I encouraged as your back arched. “Come for me. Now.”
Your orgasm hit you like a physical blow, your body convulsing as you screamed my name. I followed immediately, my release pulsing deep inside you as I buried my face in your neck.
We stayed like that for long minutes, the water still running, our bodies trembling. Finally, I set you down, removing the plug with a wet pop that made you gasp.
“One more thing,” I said, my voice low. “Today, you’re going to wear this. All day.”
I held up the remote-controlled vibrator, its sleek black body gleaming under the lights. Your eyes widened slightly, but you nodded without hesitation.
“Good girl,” I repeated, though this time it sounded like a warning. “Because I plan to make you come in the most inappropriate places today. Starting with brunch.”
