Luke dragged you by your hair into your shared bedroom. He threw you onto the bed and giving you instant demands. He was mad, very mad. Especially at you. You came home late from your little girls night with a few of your best girlies. So, this is how he was.
"Strip." He commanded, "L-Luke-". "Fucking strip y/n. And my name isn't Luke." He cut you off, a flush of red waved over your cheeks, you did as you were told, pulling every bit of fabric that was left on your body, including your pastel pink lingerie.
You heard a small groan escape his lips and his own hand disappearing down into his pants, "fuck baby girl, turn around for me and bend down." You turned around so the ass he loves was facing him, and bending down so he could see a little more of the body he calls his. A mutter came from his lips, saying something how he's gonna fuck you so hard that you won't even be able to get out of bed the next day. "Stay like that kitten." He growled, getting up from the bed, stripping himself, walking over to your and meeting his bare skin with yours, "get on the bed and get into the same position." He demanded. You did as you were told, laying your face into the bed sheets, waiting for your beloved boyfriend to come over and start teasing you. Except, he came back with a few things in his hands. "Lay on your back, baby girl." You turn around seeing what Luke had in his hands, two ropes to tie your wrists up to the bed, a blindfold to cover your eyes and a vibrator. 'Ohhh fuck shit fuck', you thought to yourself. Snapping out of your thoughts, noticing Luke has already tied you to the bed, getting ready to have some fun. "Ohhh daddy." You widened your eyes as Luke smirked, "ohhh yes baby girl."
