Smuts (ft. Female Artists I Wanna Make Babies With 🥺💦)

I'm Not Your Toy (Leighade G!P)

She bites her lip, nodding. I smile, "Good, now," I back away from her. "On the bed, wrists above your head." A sliver of fear makes itself evident as she looks over at the bed.

"A-are you gonna-,"

"On the bed, wrists above your head," I repeat a little louder. She swallows then does as told. I take one of my ties off of the small hook on the door. I smirk then looked over at her. "Like the mirror?"

She looks up and her mouth falls agape.

She starts rubbing her thighs together, unmistakably aroused. I stand by her head and tie her wrists to the headboard. I keep my focus on the knots all while her eyes train my movements.

"L-Leigh?"

"Wanna try that again?" I glare at her.

Once I finished my task, I connect my eyes with hers. She bites her lip, rolling her body in hope of some type of friction.

"Daddy, what're you going to do to me?" I smirk, moving to the foot of the bed, never taking my attention off of her. "What were your intentions?" Purposely ignoring her question. I climb on the bed, parting her legs. She legs out a soft gasp as I rake my eyes from her breasts down to her rainy paradise.

"M-my intentions?" I nod, climbing on top of her. I get dangerously close to her face, brushing my lips against hers. She tries to kiss me, but I back away, causing a frustrated whine.

"What. Were your. Intentions?" I move her hair from the left side and place a chaste kiss on her pulse point. She bucks into me, body rolling again. I put my weight on her, my hardened member pressed on her wetness.

"Answer me."

She grinds, letting out relieved moans. I continue to kiss her neck, loving how her sweet scent engulfs me. She's soaking through my briefs and her moans get louder. I pull away abruptly and she all but screams out.

"Oh God! Please! I can't take it anymore!" She pants, practically thrashing in the restraints.

I grab her jaw, inching closer to her. "That is what I think each time I'm with you, but I want you to stop toying me."

I grind down into her hard and she moans loudly. I trace her jawline with the tip of my tongue. "I'm gonna fuck you how I want. I'm in control. You're my toy." I nip her ear, making her quiver under me.

I look into her eyes once more before standing from the bed. This time, she didn't protest, but watches me carefully. I strip my bra off and look at her dead in the eyes when my briefs join it.

I climb between her legs, throwing them over my thighs. If I position right, I could graze myself on her pleasure. She wraps her legs around as soon as I do, trying to pull me to her. "Please, I-I need it," she pleads desperately. I unravel her hold, sexual anger filling my eyes.

"What did I just say?"

Her eyes, if possible, have gotten darker and she answers submissively, "That you were gotta fuck me how you wanted." I nod, "Good girl." I slowly inch up so that my tip rubbed against her clit repeatedly.

"Oh, fuck!"

I smirk to myself, stopping. She looks at me in shock, "Daddy, why-," "Don't question me. Look up," I say softly. She looks up and I join her. I could see the total frustration on her features in the mirror.

Her forehead shined slightly, hugging her hair. She looks to be on the verge of tears. "Watch yourself get fucked. If you're good, I'll untie you. Understand?"

She nods, "Y-Yes, Daddy."

"Don't take your eyes off of you."

After I say that, I turn my attention to her wanton center. I lower myself, laying on my stomach. Her womanly scent driving me crazy. It always does.