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You knew as soon as Stephen entered the bedroom that he was in one of his moods. It was a day where everyone and everything had tried his patience and got under his skin, where nothing went right. The type of day where he needed to gain back a sense of control. You watched him wave his cloak away, the heavy red fabric moving to float and settle against the corner of the room. His gaze turned to you, his eyes dark and jaw tense. You moved across the room, easily falling to your knees by the foot of the bed.
“Good girl.” he said, voice low as he moved towards you. “I didn’t even have to ask.” He stopped in front of you, his fingers gripped your chin and lifted your head so he could look at you. “Are you going to be good and do everything I ask of you?”
”Yes Sir.” you said softly, tongue moving to lick your lips. His gaze moved down to your lips, his stern expression not wavering.
”Undress and get on the bed.” he said, letting go of your chin. “On your hands and knees.” He watched as you stood, hands pulling at your clothing. He slowly moved around the room, carefully pulling at his own robes. He set the Eye of Agamotto down on his dresser before folding up his robes and laying them down. The sorcerer turned back to you, clad in nothing but his pants. A smirk crossed his face, taking in your naked form on the bed, your pussy and ass on display as you settled into the position he asked for. He walked over to the bed and stood behind you, just looking over your form.
”Please, Sir-” you started, your sentence turning into a gasp as his hand connected with your ass, the sound echoing in the room.
”I didn’t say you could speak, naughty girl.” he growled. You whimpered, thighs shaking as you resisted the urge to squeeze them together. Stephen noticed and smirked. “Such a naughty thing, you like when I punish you, don’t you?” You bit your lip, hands gripping the sheets. His hand connected with your ass again, making you cry out. “I asked you a question, pet.”
”Yes Sir, I like it.” you whispered, looking over your shoulder at him. “I like when you punish me.” Stephen smirked, his hand gently rubbing over the skin he had just slapped. Without a word, he moved away from you, making his way around the bed. He opened a drawer on his night stand, pulling out a few items before closing it and moving behind you once more. You bit your bottom lip, holding back a question.
Stephen set the items down beside your knee and you bit back a moan, causing him to chuckle. “My slutty girl.” He said. “Moaning at the sight of your favorite plug. I bet you’re already dripping at the thought of it in your tight little ass, aren’t you?” He slid his hands up your thighs, one hand moving so the tips of his fingers could run through your folds. “Mm, I was right.”
He pressed two fingers into you, thumb moving to press against your clit. You moaned out his name, clenching around his fingers. “So eager.” He murmured, slowly curling his fingers against your walls. He leaned over, pressing a kiss to the base of your spine. His thumb moved over your clit in slow circles, fingers still slowly moving within you. A whine vibrated in your throat as your hips pressed back against his hand, wanting him to move faster.
Stephen pulled away from you, his hands dropping to rest on the bed. “You’re not being a very good girl today, pet.” he said with a sigh, moving to pick up a tube of lube that sat next to the plug. He poured some out onto his fingers, “Perhaps I’ll just take what I want from you and leave you unfulfilled and wanting.”
“No, Sir, I’m sorry-ah!” you cried out as you felt one of his slicked up fingers press into your ass. He pressed it deep, his other hand moving to rest on your hip. The sorcerer pumped his finger a few times before pressing in a second one, smirking as you moaned. They moved quickly within you, making you whimper as he spread them to stretch you. Your hips pressed back without a thought as you felt him pull his fingers from you. You heard the sound of the bottle of lube being popped open and then closed again. Before you could question him, you felt the press of cool metal against your ass. You bit your lip as you moaned, feeling Stephen press the plug into your still too tight hole. “Fuck!”
“Come now, princess,” he said with a low chuckle. “We both know you like to be stretched, that you like the burn.” He finished pressing the plug into you and pulled back, hands moving to remove his pants. “Now, get on your knees, I want your mouth on my cock.” You moved off the bed, gasping at the feel of the plug within you. You fell to your knees in front of him, licking your lips as you looked over his cock. Stephen reached out, twisting his fingers into your hair. “Open up like a good girl,” he hummed. Looking up at him, you opened your mouth, hands moving to rest on his thighs. Wasting no time, he pressed his cock between your lips, letting out a sigh. Your eyes fluttered shut as he slid down your throat, your hands gripping the flesh they rested on.
His hips rocked against your face, his thrusts starting slow to give you a moment before they sped up. You moaned, the sound vibrating around him and making him gasp. His hips moved harder, your nails digging into his thighs. The grip on your hair tightened and pulled, yanking you back off his cock.
“Sir, please, I wanna taste you.” you said, panting softly as you looked up at him. “I want you to cum down my throat.”
“Naughty girls don’t get what they want.” he said, letting go of your hair. “Now, get back on the bed, hands above your head and keep them there.” You swallowed and stood, hurrying to get on the bed. You stretched out on the soft sheets, letting out a soft sigh at how cool they felt against your skin. As you settled back against the pillows, you raised your arms over your head, crossing them at your wrists. Stephen grabbed your thighs and spread them apart so he could settle between them. You moaned, feeling wetness drip from your folds. He smirked and ran a finger through them, bringing them to his mouth to taste you. “So fucking delicious.” he purred. “Too bad I won’t get to taste you. Naughty girls don’t get eaten out.” He settled between your legs, a hand wrapping around his cock. He ran the tip of it through your folds, teasing you. “Are you going to be a good girl for me?”
“Yes, I promise!” you gasped. “Please, Sir, fuck me!” Without another word, he buried his cock in you, causing you to arch off the bed. He settled into a hard pace, the sound of your bodies slapping together filling the room. Stephen leaned down, pressing his lips to your neck. He grunted against your skin, nipping and sucking at your skin. You rocked back against him, one leg moving to hook over his hip. His hips began to move harder against yours, seeming to press deeper with every thrust. Moaning his name, your hands moved to wrap around his shoulders, wanting to pull him closer.
You felt something wrap around your wrists, yanking them back above your head. You gasped and looked up, seeing the deep red cloak, hovering above you. Stephen pulled back, looking up at the cloak before smirking down at you.
“I did tell you not to move your hands,” he said. The sorcerer pulled back, his cock slipping from you and making you whine. He lifted your legs, draping them over his shoulders. “You promised to be good and you’ve been nothing but a brat, for that, you’re not allowed to cum until I say so.” He reached between you, ignoring your aching pussy to wrap his fingers around the base of the plug that was still snuggly within you. Slowly, he pulled it from you, enjoying the sounds that fell from your mouth as he did. He tossed the toy to the side, not caring where it went. The toy was quickly replaced by his cock, his hands gripping your hips to pull them closer.
Stephen pounded into you, hair falling into his face as he moved. Your head pressed back against the pillows, eyes clenched shut as you moaned. “You like this, don’t you?” he grunted, hips not slowing down. “You like being my little whore, just here for me to use you as I see fit.”
“P-please, Sir,” you keened, back arching as you felt his fingers on your clit. “Please, please let me cum.”
“No.” he said, rubbing your clit in time with his thrusts. “Naughty little whores don’t get to cum.” He moved his hips faster, feeling himself starting to lose control as he reached his peak. “All they get is to be filled with cum, aching for their own release.” You cried out, moaning and twitching as you fought back the urge to cum. Stephen felt you tighten around him, making him moan. “Want me to fill you up, hmm? Make it so I’ll be dripping from you for the rest of the day?”
“Yes Sir,” you gasped. “I want it, please, I’m sorry I was naughty.” Stephen pressed two fingers deep into your pussy, curling them to brush against your sweet spot, making you scream. He grunted as his hips snapped forward, his own orgasm washing over him. You keened, feeling him spill within you. “Please, Sir, please let me cum, please!”
He leaned down, nipping at your jaw before placing his lips by your ear. “Do it.” he growled, pumping his fingers within you. “Cum for me, naughty girl.” At his words, you let go, screaming out his name as you came, hips rocking against him. You were aware of him murmuring in your ear, unable to decipher what he was saying over the roaring of your own blood. You slowly came down, breathing hard with your eyes closed. You felt him move away from you, his weight leaving the bed and causing you to whimper. His weight returned, causing the bed to dip. Another soft murmur left him and you felt the cloak release your hands. You pulled them to your chest and flexed your fingers, not realizing how hard you had them clenched. The feeling of a damp cloth on your ass made you jump, making Stephen chuckle.
“It’s alright, princess, just wiping you off.” he said softly. He gently cleaned you up before tossing the cloth to the side and pulling you close. “You alright?” You nodded and hummed, nuzzling against his chest.
“Sorry for being a brat.” you murmured, looking up at him. “Do you feel better?”
“Don’t apologize, you know I like it.” he chuckled, kissing you softly. “I do, thank you darling, I needed that.” You leaned up and kissed him again, smiling softly.
“Of course, Stephen, I like it when you get all dominant on me.” you said. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” he whispered, pulling you closer. “More than anything.”