Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Addicted to You ❯ Chapter Twelve ( Chapter 12 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

"Well what about another job? One that doesn't require cocks all over you."

"There is no other job."

"Let’s rob a bank..."

"That's not funny."

"I wasn't joking."

"Eli!"

"What?"

"No!"

"Why not? I could sleep with the security guard, get access to the vault, and then make out with all the money we would ever need."

"Eli...what will happen if we get caught? Then what? I can't go to jail pregnant and I can't imagine seeing you in jail..."

"Why couldn't you see me in jail?"

"Because...you would like it too much and I would be miserable..."

"Oh please, I don't love cock that much...."

"For once get serious!"

"I am!"

"I'm tired." She pushed him away and crawled under the covers.

This was going nowhere. Moving beneath the covers, he pulled her panties down and kissed her between her legs. She clamped her legs closed. His head was of course trapped between her thighs, digging his face closer against her moistening crotch. She pulled his hair until he was away from her then she moved from him.

"Oh come on, Peyton. At least let me eat you out while you sleep."

"Why?”

"Because I'm really horny and I really want to."

She groaned and sat up. "Alright. One time. No more. I'm tired. So sex only once and I'm sleeping!"

"Very well," he smiled. "Lady’s choice."

"Too tired, Eli!"

"Make your choice," he said, kissing her lips in the way he knew drove her wild.

She moaned. "Just do what you want..."

"All fours," he ordered.

He just had to pick the one where she had to move. Yawning, she moved and got on all fours, moving her legs apart. He bent over and pulled something out from beneath the bed. His lovely black box. Shifting behind her, he stripped and slid something onto himself. He grinned as his cock pressed to her ass, however, something else pressed against her pussy. With a small thrust, two cocks pressed into her at once.

"Ouch, damn it Eli! You can't just shove shit in me!"

"I'm sorry. Did you want to shove something into me?" he asked seductively, stroking her breasts as he leaned over her back slowly working his cock and the strap on into her.

She winced. "I wish you would stretch me before sticking your dick in my ass."

"I thought you wanted it over quickly. I'm not far in. Want me to pull out and work you over first?"

"Doesn't matter."

He nodded and decided to be nice. Pulling out of her, he reached into the box and poured lube on his fingers, rubbing it around her hole he slid a finger into her and began pumping to stretch her while he used his cock to rub her wet lips. She bit her lip and pushed back into him.

"Easy girl. You'll have me soon enough," he whispered, another finger slid into her a she widened her for him.

Peyton moaned and rocked her hips. Tired or not, she was getting into it. Once her ass was stretched enough. The two cock tips pressed against her and easily slipped into her this time. Her back arched. He pulled her hips back until she had taken him completely. It was only then that he turned the vibrator on the strap on. Her eyes widened and she looked back at him.

"New toy. You like?"

"Yes..."

"Thought you would." With that he began to slam into her, her body rocking as he thrust into her, holding her tight as the cocks filled her with pleasure and speed. Peyton panted and cried out with every thrust. Her voice filled the room as she felt herself building. "Yes, yes yes!" he called in pure bliss, loving the sounds of her moans and the feeling of her squirming warm flesh beneath him.

She arched her back again and grabbed the headboard. "Eli!" she screamed as she came.

He followed with her, collapsing over her back. She moaned as she felt his cum pour into her then seep out. She closed her eyes and finally went to sleep. He laid above her, a large grin on his face with her wrapped up tightly beneath him. When Peyton woke, she still had him inside her. And he was hard. Groaning, she pulled away.

He shifted as she tried to pull away. When he moved her back of the cocks moved with him. "Morning...."

"Morning."

"Staying home tonight?"

"Yeah..."

"I'm glad." She closed her eyes. "Seeing as how I'm already in you and I'm hard...."

"Not this time."

"Seriously?"

"You have to work for it," she smirked and moved from him then sat on her knees.

He grinned as he examined her. "Cheeky little thing aren't you."

"So, are you going to work for it or not?"

"Usually I just snap my fingers and girls panties come off, but for you I guess I can make an exception," he said, kissing her and stroking her flesh.

She pushed his hands away. "Nope. No touching unless I say."

"Wait...what!? That's not how it goes."

She reached under the bed and pulled out one of his other boxes. She opened it and pulled out a paddle, and some toys. He smirked and looked at her. "All my favorite things to use on you. Which do you want first?"

"Oh no. Not on me."

He stopped and gave her a confused look. "Thenam I paddling?"

"I'm doing you. Take that strap on off." He looked at her in shock. This was a first. Slowly he slipped it off. "All fours."

His eyes widened as he looked at her. "Where are you going with this?"

"Better do what I say or I'm buying a chastity belt."

He whimpered at that, his worst nightmare possibly coming true. "You wouldn't dare!"

"Try me."

He frowned and hesitantly got on all fours like she had just hours before. She rubbed the paddle of his ass with a smirk. He swallowed hard as he looked back at her. "Just...so we're clear, that whole thing about me calling you my bitch and I'm the master. That was just during a roleplay.... I don't really think that most of the time." She swung the paddle and smacked him hard.

His back arched and he yelped in pain, his cock twitching lightly. "No screaming. No making any sounds or you'll only get hit harder," she said just before smacking him again.

He nearly fell down when she hit him. "Oh come on, Peyton," he whimpered, his ass red and stinging, but his cock dripping with precum. "That's just cruel!"

"Just keep talking, Eli," she said and smacked him harder. He bit his lip to hold back a yell, his ass sticking straight up for her so that she couldn't hit him quite as hard. She rubbed his ass sweetly. "I have a present for you. Something to return the favor for those times you made me suffer." Reaching in the box, she pulled out some cock ring. Going under him she slipped three of them on him, watching them hold him tight. "No cumming allowed until I say."

He looked back at her with an open mouth. "WHAT!? No! No way!" He reached down and squirmed trying to pull the things off.

She smacked him hard with the paddle. Of course since his hand was by his cock it got hit as well, he whimpered and cursed, his body shaking.

"Now, are you going to be good?"

He bit his lip to keep from crying out. "Yeah...."

"Good boy..." She rubbed his ass and pulled out the largest dildo he had. She shoved it in his ass.

His back arched and he tasted blood. "Holy fuck!" Slowly she pulled it out then shoved it back in. He whimpered and panted, his cock was throbbing now along with his ass. "You could have stretched me first...."

"Now you know how it feels." She pumped him fast and hard.

He was panting and moaning, his ass rising to meet her while he tried hard to cum. His body wanted too so badly, but judging from the look in her eyes she wasn't anywhere near done yet. He shifted, his cock aching while the rings held tight and did their job to torture him. She pulled the dildo out of him and kissed his back. Her hand went to the back of the dildo and she turned it on. It vibrated hard and fast, shaking her whole body.

His eyes were the size of dinner plates as he heard that, feeling the bed actually shake due to it. "Peyton...l-let's talk about this."

She pushed it back into him. He screamed, his entire body shaking while his eyes rolled back. Oh God he wanted to cum! She was going to get it so bad once he was able to move again.

She pushed it in and out of him over and over and over until she felt he couldn't take it anymore. Turning it off, she set it down and smiled. "Sit back." He nearly fell over as he tried to sit back on his sore ass. "Now stroke your cock." He was going to argue, but he figured what the hell. His hand went down to his throbbing piece of flesh and very slowly stroked it, wanting to be gentle to the tender thing. "Faster."

"It's really tender down there...."

"I know."

"Then why...?"

"Remember that time you made me wear those vibrators all day and I wanted to cum so bad?"

He met her gaze and gave her a small shrug. "My bad?"

"Yeah, start stroking." He pouted and started moving his hand faster. She smiled. Leaning down, she licked his tip. He gasped and moaned. That was just cruel! Her hand moved over the cock rings and she pushed his hands from him. Taking the rings off, she pushed him back on the bed. "Now cum on yourself."

She didn't have to give that order. His cock began spurting out cum onto him while he relaxed, glad that it was finally over. "Good boy.”

"Never...again," he groaned. "I won't be able to sit down for a week."

"Oh, I'm sure we will do it again." She rubbed his ass.

He moaned softly. "Yeah...we will. I've never seen you like that before. I'll admit, I liked it."

"Awww. Do you think we are done?"

He looked at her with wide eyes. "What?"

She handed him the large dildo. "Put it back in."

"What!?"

"Do it. Then I want you to fuck me while it's fucking you."

He hated to admit it, but that did sound really good. He pressed the dildo to his ass and gingerly sat down on it. She smiled and moved in his lap, pushing him in her. Her weight on him only made the dildo go in further, its vibrating drive him wild and shaking his whole body while he pumped upward into her, wanting...no...needing to cum again. She kissed his neck and jaw, biting and nipping him while they rocked.

"Peyton," he moaned, pumping harder and higher, wanting her to cum quickly so he could cum and get the dildo out of him.

She wrapped her arms around him as she panted. "I'm...I'm cumming!" He couldn't hear her. He came hard, harder than ever before. Peyton gasped. She had never felt so much cum in her before. She relaxed against him and smiled. "Who's the bitch now?"

He didn't even care now. "I am...."

She kissed his jaw. "Good boy." She pushed him back and pulled the dildo out of him so he could rest. "I'll make us something to eat." He nodded numbly, his body still shaking even as he gingerly curled up, honestly, he was exhausted but he couldn't quit smiling. Peyton smiled and stood. "Tomorrow, you look for a job," she said then disappeared down stairs.

He groaned into his pillow. "I was joking about the bitch thing!" Of course he would go look for a job, but he wouldn't do it simply because she told him to.

"Too late!"

"No! No! No! You're my bitch. That's how it goes!"

"Shut up!"

"No!"

"You want to starve and be hit again?!"

"...I'll be quiet."

"I thought so."

"But that doesn't make me the bitch!"

"Like hell it doesn't!"

"It doesn't!"

"I thought I told you to shut up!"

He fell silent and curled up with his pillow, softly muttering to himself. Peyton laughed to herself. Despite being tired, he couldn't help but to stroke his cock at the thought of what had just happened. He didn't know what had set her off. Maybe it was just hormones, but damn. For a moment there at least, Peyton had made him her bitch. Of course he wouldn't let it stay that way, but he would jack off to the thought of it. Peyton stared at him from the doorway with a tray of food.

He stopped when he heard her, his hand traveling over his hardened cock even though his back was to her he knew she knew. "Hi sweetie...."

"Hi honey. Having fun?"

"It would be more fun if you joined."

She set the tray down. "Not until you get a job."

His eyes widened as he rolled over. "What!? You've got to be joking. In this economy that could take weeks!?"

"Well then I suggest you try...really hard."

"That's alright. I can always rape you."

"Who's the bitch?"

"You are!" She picked up the paddle and dildo. "Oh come on sweetie, there's only so much my ass can take in one day...."

She smacked him hard on his ass. He yelped and whimpered, his cock tingling at the sensation. Her hand wrapped around his cock and squeezed. "Tell me what I want to hear."

As she grabbed hold of his cock. He knew it. He knew then that it was really true. No matter what he did, he would never get rid of his title. "I'm the bitch...."

She smiled and kissed his forehead. Letting him go, she sat down and pushed the tray to him. "Eat up."

He groaned and nibbled on his food. The next morning he woke up and gingerly got up. Damn. His ass still hurt. Looking down at her sleeping form, he nudged her awake. "How about a good luck blow job before I go job hunting?"

She smiled and sat up. "Ok."

His eyes widened and he grinned, holding his hands on his hips he stood before her so she could lavish him with love...like a good bitch. Of course he kept that thought to himself.

"I wasn't talking about you."

"Huh?"

She pulled the covers off her. "Go on...blow me."