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It started with your boyfriend waking you up asking for sex even though he knew you had to be at work early. When reminded of this he just stared at you blankly.
“I know you have to work, that’s why I woke you up now.”
You reluctantly agreed and let him climb on top of you. You nearly fell asleep while he pounded away at you.
A few days later, you weren’t feeling well and decided to go to bed early. While laying in bed, trying to fall asleep, your boyfriend comes in and wraps himself around you from behind and kissed your neck, one hand moving slowly down your belly to the hem of your pajama shorts.
“Baby, I don’t feel good.” you say firmly, moving his hand.
“Come on, sweetheart, I’ll do all the work,” he murmurs, placing another kiss on your neck.
“Shane, stop it. I said no.” You push him away.
“We haven’t had sex in days.” he scoffs. Without even looking behind you, you know he’s pouting.
“Yeah, well, it can wait,” you reply, closing your eyes.
“Can you at least blow me so I can sleep?”
“I. Don’t. Feel. Good. Stop pushing, Shane!” you snap, getting up and grabbing your pillow. You take the top blanket from the bed and go to the living room. You’re so sick of him pushing your buttons and disrespecting your boundaries. He used to never be like this. You set up your bed on the couch for the evening and try to get some sleep while thinking of ways to get him back.
Shane thankfully leaves you alone for a few days and he even apologized. He’s been stressed at work and he likes being able to fuck his stress away. You tell him that he still needs to make it up to you. You get taken out to dinner at a nice sit down restaurant and he takes you shopping after. When you get home, he draws you a bath and gives you a glass of wine. He promises to leave you alone while you relax.
It’s great and you feel a little bad for getting so mad at him. You sigh, guilty for feeling like you should still do something to get him back.
It doesn’t come to you until one day you’re at work and overhear two coworkers gossiping about how their friend’s boyfriend likes getting pegged.
“What’s that?” you ask, unable to help yourself. You’d never heard that term before.
“It’s when,” she pauses, starting to giggle. “It’s when a girl fucks a guy with a strap on.”
You blink in surprise and look around to make sure no one heard. You go back to your work as they dissolve into giggles. On your lunch break, you head to your car and pull out your phone to do some research. You turn pink as you type “pegging” letter by letter into the search bar. Embarrassed, you immediately cover your phone with your hand and look around to make sure no one is watching. Overcoming your feelings, you browse through the sites and videos.
“Wow, that’s explicit,” you murmur, quickly clicking away from a porn site.
You start to think that this is how you’ll get Shane back. Except, he’d never agree to this. But that’s the point, right? He’s been pushing your boundaries, so you’re going to push his. You finish your lunch and head back to work with an evil glint in your eye. You text Shane, telling him to make dinner. You have a stop to make.
You’d never been to the local sex shop, though you’ve passed by it often. You expected it to be dark and well, seedy looking. You were surprised at how well lit the place was. And clean as well. And you expected the employees to be creepy middle aged men, but the girl who helped you was a bit younger than yourself. She helped you pick out the products you needed and sent you on your way.
When you get home, Shane isn’t in the living room. You check the bedroom and sure enough, he’s passed out on his belly. Perfect. You go to the bathroom and open all the things you purchased. After figuring out the harness, you go back to the bedroom to make sure Shane is still sleeping. He’s so predictable, you think to yourself, as you hear him snore.
You get an idea and find a pair of cuffs in his gun bag from work. You know he always has an extra pair in there. Opening the cuffs, you wrap it around one wrist then around the headboard, then his other wrist. Surprisingly, he doesn’t wake up.
Stripping to your underwear, you fit the harness on and set the dildo you picked out (which is only slightly smaller than Shane himself, you’re not that mean) on the bed. You set a condom and lube within reach then climb onto the bed behind Shane. You pull at the hem of his basketball shorts, yanking them down his legs. After struggling to get his shorts and underwear off, you get between his legs and attach the toy to the harness. Leaning over him, you kiss his cheek and bite his earlobe.
“Wake up, baby.” you whisper, licking the shell of his ear and blowing on it. It takes him a minute, but he stirs with a small smile on his face.
“Wait, what the-” He quickly realizes he’s cuffed and whips his head around. “Baby, what the fuck?”
“Be a good boy, Shane.” you say, pushing his head into the pillow.
“Baby, what the fuck?” he whimpers in distress. You smack his ass hard.
“ We haven’t had sex in days ,” you say mockingly, spreading his cheeks with one hand. “ Can you at least blow me? You know what Shane? Blow me, how about that?”
“What the fuck?” he breathes when you crawl up to the head of the bed, pushing your pillows out of the way.
“On your side, come on,” you order, helping him move his arm out of the way to get access to his mouth.
“I don’t-” He starts, looking away from you as he tries to bury his face in the pillow. Annoyed, you grab his hair and pull it back so he’ll look at you.
“You don’t what, Shane? You don’t want to? You don’t feel good? Too fucking bad. You’re gonna suck my cock, so open your mouth.” You press the head of the dildo to his lips. Shane reluctantly opens his mouth, looking up at you worried. “That’s a good boy.” you murmur, thrusting gently into his mouth.
“You look so good sucking dick, babe, you done this before?” you giggle. He shakes his head around the toy in his mouth. “Aw, look at that, you’re drooling everywhere, baby.”
You thrust particularly hard and hear him gag around you.
“Are you okay?” you ask, worried. He just nods, blinking away the tears in his eyes. “Such a good boy, Shaney.” You stroke his hair and lean over to kiss his forehead.
“Baby, you made your point. Please, don’t do this, please.”
“I’m gonna fuck your ass, Shane. But I’ll be nice. So just relax. I’m gonna take good care of you.” You get him to shift back on his stomach.
“What are you doing? I can’t see, what are you doing?” he asks, trying to move to look behind him.
“Relax, breathe.” You hum as you put a condom on the toy. You tell him to move to his knees.
“But it hurts.” he whines, moving to his knees and spreading his legs for you to fit between them.
“Baby, I’ve been tied to that headboard countless times and had my head rammed into it. You’ll be fine.” you say encouragingly, slapping his ass. “Just relax. Breathe, baby. I’m not going to hurt you.”
“That thing’s big. It’s gonna hurt.”
“You sound like a bitch,” you giggle. Feeling slightly bad, you rub up his back. “It’s not even as big as you are. You can take it, sweetie.”
He shakes slightly as you move to grab the lube, keeping your left hand on his back.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m grabbing the lube, sweetie. I’m gonna prep you. I’m not a monster.” You bend over his body and kiss his back. Looking down at his ass, you pop the cap to the lube and spread some on your fingers. You run your index finger over his hole and he clenches, trying to move away from your touch.
“I want to be nice about this, but I will spank you. Stop moving.” you say firmly.
“It’s cold.” he grumbles. You wait for him to settle down and add a bit more, sliding your finger into his hole. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, what the fuck!?” He tightens around your finger, but doesn’t pull away.
“Shane, be a good boy,” You soothe him. “You’re being such a good boy, keep being good for me.”
You finger him slowly, his breathing growing labored under your touch.
“Baby, please,” he whimpers.
“You sound pathetic, Shane, you know that?” you spit back. You add another finger and hear him moan. He’d been fighting it, trying to just breathe through it. “You like this more than you’re letting on.”
You reach underneath him with your free hand and stroke his cock, already dripping precum from the tip. You barely brush it and he lurches forward, letting out a low moan. You stroke him a few times in tandem with the fingers in his ass.
“Fuck,” he sighs.
“Are you gonna cum, Shaney?” you tease. He nods, burying his face in the pillow in front of him. You let go and pull your fingers out of him, wiping the excess lube on his tank top. You make a mental note to grab a towel next time. Adding more lube to the toy, you adjust yourself behind him.
“I want you to beg, Shane. Beg for my cock.”
He’s defiantly silent and you slap his ass hard.
“Beg. Now. Or you don’t get to cum,” you tell him. There’s a few more seconds of silence before you hear a mumbled sentence. “What’s that baby? Can’t quite hear you?”
“Fuck me, please.”
“I don’t get quite what you’re asking for, sweetheart. Use your words.” you shrug, rubbing his ass gently.
“I want your cock, okay!? Please, fuck me. I’m…I’m begging for your cock.”
“Aw, was that so hard? Okay, baby, here I go.” you grin, pressing the head of the toy to his hole. “Breathe for me, baby. Don’t tense up.”
You slowly push inside your boyfriend, watching the toy disappear until your hips meet his.
“Fuck, oh my fucking god,” he hisses, trying to breathe through the intrusion.
“You look even better with my cock inside you.” you muse, pulling out about halfway. “Does it need more lube?”
He nods vigorously and you chuckle, adding more before pushing inside. He moans when you’re all the way in again.
“That’s it, baby, moan for me,” you say, getting into the rhythm of thrusting. It’s hard, as you really don’t have experience with this movement, but Shane doesn’t seem to mind your sloppy thrusting as he moans underneath you. With his arms stretched out in front of him it looks like he’s praying.
“Please, can you touch my dick? Baby, please, jerk me off,” he huffs. You thrust harder, laughing slightly.
“No, only good boys get to cum.”
“I am,” he whines. “I am a good boy.”
“Are you?” you ask.
“Yes, baby, please.”
“Can you turn over?” You pull out and help him turn onto his back. It’s a little tight with the cuffs twisting his hands up, but he’s on his back and you lift his legs, exposing his hole. “Look at you, Shaney, little cockslut.”
He closes his eyes. You noticed they’re reddened from crying. You grab his cock with your left hand, stroking him softly. He whimpers under your touch.
“I want you to cum around my cock, untouched,” you whisper. You love this new found power. You push his legs back and slide inside him once more. He lets out a soft moan, still not looking at you. “I want you to look, baby. Look how well you take my cock.”
He opens his eyes, glancing down his body to where you’re thrusting into him. You push his legs back further, spreading him open so you can pound into him. He’s unable to control his moans at this point.
“You gonna cum for me, baby boy?”
“Y-Yeah,” he blushes, not meeting your eye.
“Yeah?” you mock in a high tone. “Is my good boy gonna cum?”
You lean over his body and kiss him, bringing his legs around your hips. A sudden thought crosses your mind.
“I’m gonna fill you up, Shaney. Gonna have you so full of cum,” you tease. He moans at that. “Yeah? You wanna be full of cum, Shaney?”
He just nods at the suggestion, not even caring that it doesn’t make sense.
“I’m so close, Shane,” you huff, tired from the workout you’re getting. “Are you gonna cum for me?”
“Yeah, baby,” he whispers. You sit back, thrusting your hips into him, getting a good view of his hard cock between you.
“Cum with me, Shaney,” you groan. “You’re being such a good boy. That’s it.”
He starts to squirm underneath you and you thrust harder into him.
“That’s it, gonna cum,” you grunt with each thrust. He cries out finally, shooting thick ropes of cum onto his chest. “Good boy, look at you.”
You slowly pull out of him and get off the bed to take the harness off.
“Did…Did you actually cum or?...” he asks, blinking up at you.
“Haha, no, that was just me pretending to fill your pretty ass with cum,” you laugh. You stroke his cheek gently. “But if you wanna make me cum…”
You drop your panties to the ground and climb on top of him, placing your pussy right above his lips. He sticks his tongue out, tentatively licking at you before you bring yourself closer. You hold onto the headboard while he sucks and licks at your pussy. You tilt your head back, moaning softly as you grind yourself against his face.
“Oh, fuck, Shane…” you gasp, your orgasm hitting you quicker than expected. You climb off of him before one of you gets hurt. You stretch out next to him and sigh.
“Okay, baby, let me go.” he says, laughing uncomfortably.
“Oh yeah…”
“Do you have the key?” he asks, suddenly concerned by your face.
“Um, well…” you bite your bottom lip.
“Baby, where’d you get these?”
“Ummm, your bag…”
“My work bag? These aren’t toys, baby, goddammit.”
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Let me go look for the key. It should be in there, right?” you ask, suddenly very worried. You go back to his gun bag and look through it carefully, trying to see if there are any keys. None that look like they are for handcuffs can be found. You look in the pocket of his uniform at his direction. He said he might have left a key in there. You don’t find anything that looks like a key.
“I am so sorry, Shane.”
He struggles against the headboard, attempting to break it.
“You didn’t think about the fucking key, did you? Just so hell bent on your fucking revenge.” he grumbles.
“Yeah! I should fucking leave you here, bitch. Welcome to what it’s like having sex with you!”
He stops struggling and closes his eyes.
“I already fucking apologized, you psychopath.” he says bitterly.
“Oh, really? Psychopath?” You get up from the bed, ignoring his protests as you go to the kitchen and fill a glass with ice water. You bring it to the bedroom and dump it on his head. “Here, I heard getting fucked makes you thirsty.”
“Fucking…Jesus Christ,” he splutters, shaking his head. “I get it, you’re mad. But this really fucking hurts and I need you…”
“You’re fucking pathetic.”
“I need you to call Rick. He should have spare keys. Please, baby, I’m in a lot of pain.”
You hesitate, eyeing him up and down.
“Baby!”
“Okay, fine.” you grumble. You take your sweet time getting dressed, wiping Shane dry, and putting the toy away before finally calling Rick, Shane’s best friend and partner at the department.
“Hey, what’s up?” Rick asks, the confusion in his voice prominent.
“Um, hey, yeah I can’t exactly explain, but Shane needs you. And um, bring your handcuff keys.”
“Do I even want to know?”
“Probably not.”
“Okay, I’ll be over in ten minutes.” Rick says with a sigh. You hang up with him and look at Shane.
“Well?” he snaps.
“He’ll be over in ten minutes.” you reply.
“Can you at least help me put my pants back on?” he scoffs.
“Keep talking to me like that, I will leave right now.”
“Baby, please,” he closes his eyes, trying to calm himself. “I’m freezing and I’m in so much pain.”
“Fine.” You roll your eyes and pick up his shorts from the floor. After untangling them, you help him slide them back on, then instruct him to lay on his stomach to help ease the tension on his wrists.
Rick shows up as promised, ten minutes later, and you go to answer the door for him.
“Is he decent?”
“Yeah, he is.” you blush, leading him to the bedroom.
“Wow, um, S’going on, Shane?” Rick asks, holding back a laugh. It's quite the sight, Shane on his belly, cuffed to the headboard. The surrounding bed wet from the cup of ice water you poured on him.
“Just fucking get me out of here.” Shane grumbles. Rick puts his knee on the edge of the bed and pulls a set of keys from his pocket. He opens one side of the cuffs then the other. Shane groans, rolling onto his side as he rubs his wrists.
“Can I ask what the wetness is?”
“It’s just water. Shane needed to calm down.” you reply, staring daggers at Shane.
“She thought it would be fun to cuff me and-” He stops in his tracks, causing you to grin.
“What’s that Shane? What did I do?”
“What’d you do?” Rick questions.
“Never mind.” Shane mumbles.
“I don’t need to know.”
“Shane got pegged.” you giggle, unable to help yourself. Rick blinks in surprise, looking between you and Shane.
“Wow.”
“He’s such a good boy, too, Rick. You should have seen him.”
“Shut the fuck up.” Shane groans.
“You loved it, hush up,” you say, climbing onto the bed after him. Rick stands awkwardly off to the side. “You know, I’d love to see an actual guy fuck your ass. That’d be hot.”
“Not fucking happening.”
“Aw come on, Shane, you’re such a good boy.”
“I wouldn’t even know where to find a guy I’d trust-”
You and Shane meet each other’s eyes then both silently look at Rick, who has been watching this whole exchange. Rick looks between the two of you, swallowing hard.
“Me?”