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S&M by Rihanna

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Present

Crawl.

I do.

I sit at his knees and part my lips as his slides his finger into my mouth, my tongue curling around the digit as I press myself against his knee.

"Good girl." He presses on my tongue and I mew softly as he stands over me, I nuzzle his aroused cock and he fists my hair now arching my neck. "AH…none of that now."

I bite my lip and whimper softly as he moves around me.

"Get on the bed on your stomach." He's going into his closet to get out the bag of toys and I lay on my stomach, arms behind my back. I'd compare him to a Christian Gray or something but those books were never really accurate when it came to the kink scene. I feel him touch my ankle then my wrists as he cuffs them and I tip my head back as he puts a open gag in my mouth, so he could see the inside of my mouth and tongue. I had never really been well versed with these kinds of things until I met him, it was more of a chance than anything else. He made it happen and I watch him as he clips a collar around my throat, its leather and soft against my flesh. Hooking a leash onto it he gives it an experimental tug and I feel my body arch back off the bed.

"Beautiful."

Don't say that. I'm not especially like this.

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3 months prior.

It was a party.

One my employer had insisted I go to as I didn't have a patron yet, I needed it to pay off my debt. The huge gaping debt that I summonted paying for school and I stepped through the doorway into the club. I felt odd in my skin tight blood red dress, the kind that hugged my curves and had some fancy name that stopped at mid thigh. A plunging neckline that made me feel self conscious but I put on a mask of bravado, I had to find a patron among all these rich people dancing.

I teeter a little in my heels and I wait in the upper platform looking down at the club. I started down the stairs and I made my way to the dance floor, it was hard to really dance in this dress but I tried. I began dancing with a black hair Indian looking fellow, he had nice clothes and I was getting up the nerve to ask him if he wanted my card when I was yanked back by my arm.

I stumbled and a blond, tall, statuesque woman stood there with long red nails.

"What the fuck are you doing, slut?" I open my mouth to respond when she sticks a finger in my face. Elsa is less than happy and her man stands there watching with his phone out. "Don't touch my man. Bitch I will end you."

I couldn't fuck this up and noting her lack of a ring on her finger I figured he was her patron. So I decided to turn around when she grabbed me again and out of reflex I smacked her hands away, knocking her glass of alcohol into her face as I did.

"Bitch!"

I feel her grab my hair and I cry out, slamming my foot down on her exposed toes and shoving her away. On those sky high heels she teeters, totters and falls on her ass. I'm panting as everyone is looking at me and I beeline for the back of the club hearing her screech in rage and pain. I move through the mirrored back rooms and I all but bounce off a guy who is standing near one of the openings of a room.

A strong hand, bruising even, catches my arm and I look up at him to meet frosty eyes. Shaved head, a jawline for days, full lips and tall, very tall as he steadies me.

"You know how to cause a commotion." British too, if it were any other time I would have drooled to have this kind of guy talk to me. But now I had to hide from Elsa and her now pissed off patron who were probably hot on my heels.

"Please, I–" I start to squeak as he pulls me close suddenly, looking at the number on my wrist. My meat locker number, the number that meant I was for sale to a willing patron. Putting a finger to my lips he pulls me into a room and shuts the door, my eyes wide as he undoes the top button of his black dress shirt.

"Hush." He tilts his head and I hear several people hurry past outside, probably patrons security, I'm terrified as I stare up at him.

"Please." I repeat I'm close to tears and he smirks, touching my parted lips and pinching slightly before releasing my lower lip.

"Darling, I'll pay for your card. But when I call…you're mine." I gulp when he says that. "I'll go over the details when we leave this shite hole."

I wonder what the fuck I just got myself into as he puts an arm around me, opening the door and leading me through the people. I cling to his side as I brush my hair out of my face, my head hurt where that bitch had pulled my hair. Soon enough we were out of the club and he was opening a car door for me.

I took a deep breath and I got in.

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Present

I gasp as the first spanking hits, it makes me moan softly as he sits with me over his lap, palming my ass cheek and keeping a firm grasp of my hair in the other hand. I'm trembling in anticipation as Ajax drags his closely clipped nails down my spine and to my inner thigh. Over every curve I mew as he feels how wet I am getting and I'm a little ashamed to be turned on by this.

"Beautiful."

I flush as I shake my head and I gasp as he pushes a finger into me then a second, my hips lifting and pushing my bottom up towards him. Fuck. Releasing my hair he cups my right breast and thumbs my nipple as I squirm on his lap.

"You like this…do you like when I punish you? Look how wet you're getting…" He chuckles softly and I gasp as he pulls me up, flipping me so I"m straddling him backwards with my ass against his abs. HIs cock is rubbing between my lips and I am staring at the mirror he has set up, staring at me and my lewd self enjoying when he is doing to me. "I wasn't planning on rewarding you but seeing you like this is simply too much…I have to have you." I lean my head back against his shoulder and blush as he lifts me, adjusting his cock and I moan as my weight and gravity slams him balls deep into me.

I cry out and he chuckles as he begins lifting and lowering me slowly at first then faster and faster, my body tightening up as he suddenly stands. Taking all of my weight he drops me on his cock as I moan in delight.

"Ajaxth…." I moan and he smirks in the mirror, whispering in my ear.

"Do you want the gag off, darling? Ask politely," He grins as I beg and the garbled words come out in a flow as I am bounced faster, harder. I'm going to cum, he knows it and with one arm under my knees he diddles my clit expertly, faster, more. Please. I scream as I cum and with his wet fingers he undoes the gag, dropping it to the floor and I turn my head, kissing and nipping his neck.

"Ajax, please, please, I want it so bad—"

Snickering his breath begins to speed up and I know he's close as he turns his head and kisses me, hard, possessively. I moan into his mouth and I am trembling as he builds me up to yet another orgasms.

"Say my name," He growls and I cry out in earnest as he cums, filling me to the brink yet I want more as he turns, dropping me on the bed. Rubbing his mouth he opens my legs and mounts me, pushing back into me making me squeak and I hear him laugh softly.

"Beautiful."