Disclaimer: teen wolf does not belong to me, whoa massive response last chapter, I'm guessing you all liked it Huh? Well here's part 2 hope you like x

"Spread your legs baby... Bad girls need to be punished"

She firmly bit down on her bottom lip, anticipation burning through her veins. She wasn't entirely used to this side of him but oh boy did she like it. He was usually so soft and sweet, asking rather than demanding but this sure spiced things up... A lot.

But she wanted more.

A smirk pulled at her lips as she raised her leg, allowing her bare foot to rest across his chest and slowly trail it down his torso at an agonisingly slow pace just to make him shiver.

"Come on Stiles you can do better than that" she purred, tilting her head to the side as she stared up at him, "make me"

He looked like a deer caught in the headlights, his eyes widening in shock at her tone and in that moment he looked adorably innocent, like he wasn't all too sure how to 'make her'. Obviously still new to the whole 'dominant' side of things.

"Um... Uh... Please?" He said quietly, still kneeling at the end of the bed tightly gripping his length and she busted out laughing at the cute look he gave in return.

"It's okay just..." She trailed off, allowing her foot to softly trace his v-line, "... Relax, say what you want to do, demand it" she advised, "be in control"

"Okay Uh-" he gulped, blinking rapidly as he tried again to slip into his facade, "um... Now" his tone was a lot harder but soft around the edges, "right now"

May take a bit more practice but they would get there. He just had to build upon what he did earlier because that was amazing, practice makes perfect right?

"Better" she praised, nodding encouragingly, "but I'm not feeling it..." His face fell a little at that, "okay how about this? Try imagining you're some rich and powerful dude and I'm your personal little whore"

"You're not a whore" he immediately objected, shaking his head quickly making her laugh.

"Wow Stiles, you're really not getting into this whole roleplay thing are you?" She chuckled, unable to stop smiling, "it's pretend, fictional, made up"

"It makes me feel like I'm objectifying you" he claimed.

He was far too adorable for his own good.

"I want you to" she whispered, now allowing her foot to trail along the inside of his thigh, "I want you to do whatever you want to me and better yet I want you to enjoy it" she answered honestly, "so do whatever you feel comfortable with but just know this dominant thing looks incredibly sexy on you"

He scoffed at that, "I'm just making an idiot of myself"

"You're really not I promise" she vowed honestly, "just keep practising, testing out different things that work for you, it's all about trial and error baby"

"I bet Aiden was so good at this" and okay, that came out of nowhere, "with his stupid muscles and stupid ability to be really good in bed and it doesn't help he has all that werewolf macho strength" he grumbled making Kayla just sigh.

"Stiles are we gonna have sex or not because talking about my ex isn't the best dirty talk you could use"

"Just answer me one thing then?" He asked and she nodded, "you at least sometimes enjoyed sex with him right? I mean, it wasn't all bad all the time was it?"

No actually. There was some good times. She wasn't always stoned out her head or as high as a fucking kite, there was times when she wasn't baked enough to actually have a good sex life. Sometimes. It was rare but it happened.

"Yeah there was a couple of times I enjoyed it" she answered honestly as his eyes darkened a little with something close to jealousy and that was it, she just had to rev him up a bit, "this one time we had sex on his motorcycle, don't even ask me how but between the vibrations and his hands it was pretty damn good" this whole jealously thing was incredibly sexy on him, "Aiden always had good hands"

"Okay" he cut her off loudly, "enough about him"

She laughed, "you brought him up Stiles... Why? You jealous?"

She bit her lip as his eyes got all dark and lusty, his gaze drilling holes through hers, "is that what you wanted?"

If it made him angry and take her whatever way he wanted then sure. She didn't answer, just smirked triumphantly which basically gave him his answer.

"Like I said..." His hand came to rest atop her raised ankle, his fingers tightening around the joint, "bad girls need to be punished" and with that he pulled her down the length of the bed which made her squeal a little in surprise, not expecting that reaction but loving it none the less.

His strong hands pried apart her legs, his breathing heavy and whoops she really did piss him off... One point to her. But her small victory was cut off by a loud gasp as he gripped at her hips and pulled her lower body up a little to push into her, not giving her time to adjust before he had collapsed on top of her, his hot breath fanning across her ear.

"I can make you feel better than he ever did" he promised strongly, his voice shaking with exhilaration as he placed her still tied hands around his neck, his gaze so dark his eyes looked pitch black as he pulled back to stare down at her, "this time you can be as loud as you want"

Her breath was already sticking in the back of her throat at the feeling of him in her, not moving, but she managed to smirk, "make me scream Stilinski"

And he did. Several times in a row. But she was getting ahead of herself now.

He pushed himself up onto his elbows, trapping her under his body as he started bucking his hips to a quick rhythm. Normally he started off slow and careful, always so gentlemanly but now?... Holy fucking shit...

He felt so good around her, on her, in her. Every molecule of her body was screaming for him, begging for him to keep going. Her hands that were tied together around his neck tugged at his hair roughly making him groan against her ear, thrusting into her even harder than before. It was a thrill, it made her feel alive. Everything heightened, all her senses and feelings burned through her at impossible speeds. It was pure raw primal desire. It was Stiles unleashing his wild side that was usually so tame and controlled, making him into a frenzied mess.

It was amazing for lack of a better word.

Her legs hung loosely around his hips, her hands clawing through his hair as he thrusted with enough force to make her whole lower body turn numb but still sear with pleasure, pure mind boggling pleasure.

His teeth found their way to her ear, gently tugging at the lobe, "come on baby... Tell me how much you like it"

He filled her so completely that each time he pushed into her she had to catch her breath, her whole body tingling.

"I-" she tired to speak but his hips bucked against hers again, cutting her off as she moaned, "I-" fuck Stiles, slow down so she could fucking speak, "I-"

Holy fuck, this was so fucking amazing.

He pushed himself up a little, leaning on one hand as he took ahold of her leg and stretched it up over his shoulder, his hand caressing her bare thigh as he kept thrusting just as powerfully.

"Fuck" she cursed in pleasure, her nails now digging into his neck and clawing as far down his back as she could reach, loving how when she scratched at his skin he reciprocated by slamming his hips against hers harder than before.

Shit. Rough sex was fucking legendary.

Stiles' face was red and flushed, sweat beads trailing down his forehead as he moved.

"Please... Please don't stop" she begged, digging her nails in more to the point where she felt his skin breaking, "Stiles don't-don't stop"

He didn't stop but he did slow down, collapsing down a little to rest his forehead against hers.

"I don't wanna hurt you Kaylz" he muttered, "tell me if I'm hurting you baby"

Her legs were tingling, her pelvis beating with continuos pleasure - he could never hurt her, he wasn't capable of that.

She just nodded, "but you're not... You feel-" she cut herself off by an ear splitting moan as he angled his hips that he hit both her clit and her g-spot at the same time, her nerves fried to hell by this point, "-shit Stiles... You feel fucking amazing"

Despite the fact his face was screwed up in concentration he still a managed a smile, peeling his sweaty forehead from hers to glance down at their bodies connecting.

"I'm not really good at the whole dirty talk" he admitted, back to thrusting to a regular rhythm so they could catch their breaths, "but you feel pretty damn amazing too" he glanced back up to her eyes, "so warm... Oh god, so wet-" all that could be heard was the sound of the headboard hitting the wall and their bodies slapping together, moans filling the whole room, "you want more?"

She bit her lip, nodding her head in anticipation as Stiles just smirked.

"I want to hear you say it baby"

"Y-Yes" she stuttered over the word, arching her back as his hilt rubbed across her clit each slow thrust he gave.

"Louder" he demanded, "or I'll stop"

No, no he couldn't, not when she was feeling like this.

"Yes" she exclaimed, not even bothering to hold back her moan as it reverberated against the walls but Stiles seemed pleased because he pushed himself up, unlooping her hands from around his neck to be able to kneel, taking her leg off his shoulder and picking up her other limp one, crossing them over at the knees and pressing his bent legs against her hips as he pushed himself into her again, holding her legs in the air.

Because of the crossing motion it made her tighter thus only increasing her pleasure to the point where she had to throw her head back on the bed, her tied hands useless above her head, her fists clenching around the bed sheets.

"Shit" she heard Stiles curse as he pounded her, his speed increasing from gentle and slow to fast and rough in the space of two seconds flat, his fingers digging into the bare skin of her thighs, "damn... Moan baby, let me hear you"

So she did. After all there was no holding back. Her chest was rising and falling rapidly with irregular breaths, her whole body trembling as she started moaning in pleasure, pleading and begging Stiles to go faster, to keep going. He was pulsating in her, bringing her so close to the edge.

Now normally she wouldn't beg for anything but while Stiles was in her, controlling each movement with precise and skilled innovation she did. He made her into that - a begging hormonal mess.

"Stiles please... harder, please" because watching him be animalistic with her was such a turn on she couldn't even think straight, "please... Harder"

She got he didn't want to hurt her because he did have more strength than most people thought but she trusted him, she knew he knew her limits, he was the most giving and respectful guy she had met - if she wanted him to stop he would stop, no questions asked.

"Harder?" He gasped breathlessly, still using the grip on her legs to slam into her at such a force it made her whole body jolt on the bed, her breasts having no support from her torn off bra that they bounced up and down, "baby if I go much harder I'll end up hospitalising you"

She just let out a pitiful moan, whole body craving this dominant streak to completely take over her even more.

He was watching her carefully as he moved, probably to decipher how much more she could actually take when her hormones weren't clouding her judgement and finally settled on pulling out completely, leaving her cold and empty.

"What? No" she gasped, too tired and worn out to even move as her legs sprawled around her on the bed, way too numb to even lift her head up, sweat glistening over her whole body, "Stiles..."

"You need a break" he whispered softly, "I meant what I said... I don't want to hurt you" he was too fucking sweet sometimes for his own good, even more so that he could stop in the middle of amazing moan worthy sex for her, what other guys would stop? Aiden certainly didn't, "I would never forgive myself for that"

She wanted to argue but she couldn't argue with that. Not such a caring and soft explanation like that. But he did pick up one of her limp legs, his hot soft lips trailing along the inside of her ankle and peppering the lightest of kisses along her calf muscle.

"I love you too much to hurt you like that Kaylz" his tone was soft as it hummed against the bare skin of her calf which made her back arch, her stomach flipping at the feeling, "no matter how good it feels"

His upper lip was damp with sweat as it drifted up to the side of her knee, both his large hands caressing her thigh.

"I trust you" she whispered croakily, only now realising how worn out and achey her body was, her legs feeling useless and limp in his grip.

"I don't trust me" he admitted softly, leaving a glistening wet trail up her leg as he finally reached the inside of her thigh, tilting her leg to the side for better access, "I don't want to lose control"

Her heart ached at his voice, so vulnerable and guilty like he had actually done something wrong.

"Just let me love you" he whispered, lips ever so warm on the inside of her thigh as he allowed one hand to gently slip past her wet folds which made her back arch, "God Kaylz... Let me love you" and with that he pressed his mouth to her core, his tongue expertly dancing across her wet folds with ease making the most pitiful moan free from her throat.

Just like that... Exactly like that.

His hands wound around both of her thighs, nudging her legs apart to gain better access as he slowly traced patterns across her entrance, his quivering tongue tasting her and groaning in pleasure at the exotic flavour that tingled his tastebuds. Oh god... He would never get used to the taste of her, so sweet, so delicious that he actually craved it. He wanted to taste her, to feel her squirm, to hear her moan his name. He loved it. He loved it more than could be put into words.

Her tied hands slowly found their way to his hair, gently gripping the damp tendrils and allowing her eyes to drift shut, basking in the gentle pleasure it gave her. It was soft and sweet, her legs starting to shake as his tongue slowly traced around her clit, his tongue expertly flicking the little nub.

"Oh my god..." It was such a change to the fast rough sex before, in fact she would even go as far as saying it calmed her. It was like her body was achey and sore but Stiles going down on her so sweetly made it all better... It eased whatever aches and pains she had leaving only pleasure.

She felt him slowly licking up and down, the texture of his tongue making her hips circle a little, her whole pelvis area pulsating with pleasure.

"Stiles" she moaned out his name quietly, gently tugging at his hair as she felt her lower stomach clench with that familiar feeling of coming undone, "... Baby... I'm..."

He hummed against her in response, his fingers stroking her thighs as he slowly played with her, completely engrossed. Nothing could deter him from the task at hand. Nothing.

So gentle, so cautious, each movement was loving and careful as he brought her to the edge, his tongue lapping her up as she came undone by his touch, her back arched so much she could only see the ceiling. She felt herself becoming wet, pulsating as her warm liquid soaked down her folds, soon to be licked up by Stiles' eager tongue.

"Fuck... Stiles..." She was gasping for breath, her legs shaking in his grip, "oh god..." He didn't stop though, he kept going, slowly allowing his tongue to circle her entrance while his nose rubbed against her clit slowly.

But the speed had nothing to do with how fast she came the second time. She barely lasted more than twenty seconds before she was gripping at his gelled hair again, her thighs tightening around his head as she moaned so loud she couldn't even hear her own breathing.

Was she dead? Was this heaven? This was too good to be true right?

She felt Stiles hum against her, his tongue slowing down as he lifted his head and rested it across her stomach, his heavy hot breathing fanning across her bare sweaty skin.

"You're... You're..." She blew out a long breath, her fingers lazily threading through his hair, "you're god"

She never meant to say that, in fact she only realised what she said when he started chuckling and could've punched herself - way to play it cool Kayla.

"I'm glad you approve of my technique" he was breathless too, his face flushed red as he slowly started moving his tired body up hers, his lips peppering soft kisses up her torso and across her left breast, deliberately lingering a little longer around her nipple.

Fuck Stiles, stop making her feel this damn good.

Her hands were still tied together but they looped around his neck, tugging him down and he got the message loud and clear. His lips parted a little to suck her raised and delicate nipple into his mouth, tongue tracing small circles around the hardened nub while she gasped. So gentle, so soft. His mouth warm around her breast as he tugged at the nipple, pleasure shooting through her body.

Seriously it should be fucking illegal.

But she still felt his hardened length twitching against the inside of her thigh, throbbing in pleasure because he had still yet to cum like her. He held back, first not wanting to hurt her and then to give her the most amazing passionate going down she had ever had. This guy was unbelievable.

She gently pulled him up so he plastered more kisses to her chest and neck, nibbling delicately at the soft skin.

"I love you" he whispered so quietly she almost missed it, "I love you Kaylz... I love you"

Oh god... She raised her hips and even though her legs were tired and numb she still managed to wrap them around his hips and pull him against her, the breath getting knocked from her as she felt him pressing against her, so thick and warm.

"We don't have to" he whispered, breath catching in his throat as his lips hovered over hers, barely touching but enough that she could feel the faint taste of herself on his lips, "Kaylz... If you're too tired or sore-"

Sore? No, tired? Yes, but she didn't care. She mustered up all her energy and turned them around, flipping Stiles around on his back so she could slowly lower herself down onto him, taking all of him in, right up to the hilt.

She was still raw and delicate from her orgasms, like everything was heightened and sent into overdrive but that didn't matter, not when she saw Stiles' face. It was like he was in a world of pleasure, his hands immediately caressing her thighs as he looked up at her in complete adoration and fascination.

She wanted to make him feel good.

So she slowly rocked her hips, not going too fast because she was exhausted and still numb, the full feeling having not returned to her legs. Even though she was still coming down from her high she could feel how Stiles bucked his hips ever so gently to meet her circling hips, his hands sliding up to grasp at her hips.

And because she was still delicate it meant she could feel everything. Everything.

His length filled her so completely to the point where she felt the end of his length touching her walls as she grinded against him - and because he was a little larger than some men she would have to take it slow anyway, after all there was only so much a vagina could take, especially on top right? They were good but they weren't that good, it's not like you could stick a fucking satellite dish up there.

But his groaning snapped her from her daze as she managed to pull her hands from her underwear restraints and grabbed at his hands, intertwining their fingers in front of them to give her better grip as she circled her hips to the steady rhythm of his moaning.

"Oh god baby... Oh god..." His eyes glanced down, watching as she revolved and lifted her hips a little at the front against him, "I'm... Wow..."

She knew he was close, he was already near the finishing line as she started so it was just her job to help him cross it. She slowed her actions down, going agonisingly slowly just to delay the whole process and lifted his hands to cup her breasts, knowing that would push him over the edge.

Which it did. Woo, go her.

He thrusted up into her, lifting her up a little as he threw his head back and groaned, his hands tightening around her breasts as she felt that deliciously warm liquid in her.

"Crap Kayla..." He was gasping for breath, sweat beads glistening on his chest as he allowed his thumbs to roll over her nipples, "that's... Amazing"

She didn't have enough energy to laugh but managed the faintest of chuckles, collapsing forward onto his chest.

They were both flushed red, bodies shaking with exhilaration and skin clammy with sweat but they just lay there to try and catch their breath.

"You're... You're... Baby-" she tilted her head a little against his warm chest, still straddling his hips, "-you're the best" he praised, "and not because of the sex... For everything"

"You're getting sappy" she observed, unable to stop smirking, "isn't it supposed to be the girls that get emotional after sex?"

His hands trailed up her bare back leaving goosebumps in their wake to tangle in her hair, holding her securely against his chest, "I love you" he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to the top of her head, "don't forget that"

"I won't" she promised tiredly, "I love you too Stilinski and don't you forget that either"

His chest vibrated with chuckles, his hands tightening in her hair, "trust me... That's one thing I will always remember... Even if it is still too good to be true"

She managed a lazy smile - what a fucking sap, but at least he was her sap.

A)n) oh wow.. Idk but I hope you liked, I hope you did haha. If you did, or didn't, please please please review and I shall see you next time x ?ᅡᅠ