CONTENT WARNING - dom/sub, degradation, spanking, dirty talk, creampie.
"Bend over."
The air held a draft of tension that rolled in thick waves between their bodies, leaving a heavy pressure in Camilas' chest that turned her veins ice cold upon meeting his gaze.
She had never felt so small, so beneath him as she did then, his eyes underlying a certain darkness that left her feeling like a stranger in the obscenely small and cluttered bedroom, the one they both had shared for only one short year. Both love and loss filtered into every crack and crevice of the bland walls.
"Did I stutter sweetheart?" Shawn questioned roughly. "Have I not made myself clear as to what I want from you?"
His stance was tall, defined, biceps stretching the thin shirt as arms crossed against his chest defensively, weakening her stances and confidence in one mere blow. She twisted her fingers together in front of herself, as if a small child expecting a scolding. It certainly felt the part, and her breath was left shaky and uneven because of it.
"Y-your mad right now, maybe we should-"
In a swift matter of seconds her jaw was firmly grasped within an iron hold, fingers splaying across the bone and the soft of her neck threateningly, hazel eyes staring her down almost lethally. In a slow movement of eased skill, he tilted her head back, baring her neck to him in submission, making sure she felt the strain on her muscles as she met his eyes.
"Such a waste of a night." He tutted mockingly, his voice nothing but condescending at best. It was thrilling, choosing to test his patience when she normally gave in within seconds of his touch on her body.
"Who told you it was okay to act like such a brat. Hmm?"
His words seethed out, lips curling up in a sneer. Shawn watched her unfold before him, his precious flower being plucked away by his own hands. He relished in the power that she allowed him, his cock achingly hard in his jeans.
"I'm sorry Shawn, I'm sorry-"
"Shut up." He snapped, two fingers sliding into her mouth to press firmly down onto her tongue, further silencing her. Camilas' eyes grew wide at the display of dominance, lips automatically closing around the digits with a gentle suck; tongue lavishing the pads of his fingers in attempts to appease him.
If possible, his eyes darkened. Watching her mouth suck on his fingers as if it were his cock was the last tether to his already slipping control, and with one last firm press onto her sinful tongue, he was sliding them from her mouth, only to grasp her long dark hair with he same hand still coated in her saliva.
"Dirty little girl."
Her scalp tingled at the tight grasp he held within his clenched fist, her head tilted back uncomfortably far before she was being led to the end of the bed, a whole three strides to her right. Shawn guided her over the edge of it, forcing her body to bend at the waist and her chest to press firmly against the soft cotton sheets that were ice cold from lack of body heat to warm them.
"Won't you ever learn sweetheart?" With her cheek pressed into the sheets, him using his grasp on her hair as leverage to pin her in place, Camila barely felt his chest slide almost teasingly against her back, unable to speak, only shivering slightly within his clutches.
"It's always in your best interest to listen to me."
Camila's advances and attempts at playing mind games with him during the night, a time spent at a local bar frequented by them both and a group of mutual friends, had backfired on her greatly. It had all been in good fun, a lingering touch to Connor's shoulder, an over joyous laugh at one of Niall's many attempts at a hilarious joke.
His eyes had been on her the entire time, in her jeans that hugged her plump figure just right, and her attention that was not on him. Shawn had been fuming at her blatant game, and she was currently paying for her actions with a fist in her hair and hot breaths on her face.
All in good fun, of course.
Camila tried to hide the triumphant grin that threatened her lips, but it was hard, since she was so easily getting exactly what she had wanted from the start. Yet Shawn was no fool, had been with her long enough to know when she needed to be taken down a peg or two, put in her place even when her face blossomed into a furious blush and she stuttered out a denial of sorts.
"I know you want this, from the very start I knew you wanted nothing more than for me to bend you over that bar counter and fuck you in front of all our friends."
He mocked, a bitter laugh escaping his mouth before he removed his hand from her hair, a silent warning for her to keep her position as his hand traced down her spine, over the swell of her hips, before cupping her ass in his palm, delivering a painful squeeze that had her lifting up on her toes to escape the pleasant sting.
"S-shawn-"
"Quiet." He ordered, open palm pulling back to land sharply on her ass with a resounding crack that seemed to echo off the walls, accompanied by her gasp of surprise.
Camila felt his palm soothe away the sting, even through her jeans she felt the pin pricks of tiny needles in her backside, her panties thoroughly drenched from his rough handling of her. Her breathing came out in short gasps.
"You were a brat tonight baby." He tutted, both hands reaching between her and the bed to undo her jeans with determined fingers, her body shivering as she felt the faintest of breaths ghost over the sliver of skin on her lower back that was exposed.
Her cheeks burned as she felt him lower her jeans down to the tops of her thighs, panties too, the tight fabric restricting any further movements from her to come, only allowing her thighs to separate a mere few inches.
The cold air felt heavenly against her hot skin, her wetness now exposed to his greedy eyes. Shawn took in the picture of Camila, bent over the bed, arms stretched out in front of herself, jeans and panties pooled around the tops of her thighs, glistening lips shining with her arousal, and her ass perked up like a fine course meal just for him, a tiny hint of pink adorning her right ass cheek from the punishing spank he'd delivered.
All of her limbs were trembling, nerves spiked her adrenaline, and anxiety riddled her veins. She felt nothing but exposed, vulnerable as she laid half bare before him, while he still wore every article of clothing since leaving the house. Camila both hated yet loved when he'd take her from behind, fucking into her while fully dressed, not even allowing her a glance at his cock that was pulled from his jeans. It was at rare times he did it, only when he felt the need to establish his dominance over her once more, which she hungrily accepted. She hoped tonight was one of those nights, as they always led to the best orgasms of her life.
Shawn had other plans though.
She heard him drop to his knees behind her, the height of the bed leaving him perfectly level with Camilas' heat, letting out a soft chuckle at the way her feet barely touched the ground, forcing her onto the tips of her toes to keep balance.
"What- what are you doing?"
Camila questioned with a look over her shoulder, to which earned her a hard pinch to the sensitive skin where her thighs met the curve of her bottom. He sent her a firm glare, motioning with a finger for her to turn her gaze back around, which she did with a defiant pout pursed upon her lips, and Shawn tried not to smile lovingly in return.
"I though you were going to-"
"You thought I was going to fuck you?" He interrupted mid sentence with a scoff, hands splaying out on her ass, thumbs pressing into the supple flesh for a quick squeeze.
"Do you honestly think you deserve my cock after the way you acted tonight?"
He leaned in, teeth grazing the meatiest part of her ass, before clamping down in a bite that had Camila squealing in surprise, the mild pain making her rock up on her toes to which he held her steady in his iron grip.
"Fuck."
"Hate to break it to you sweetheart, but you won't be getting fucked tonight."
Upon his words, she felt dread fall over herself. All she'd wanted was to come apart on his cock until she was crying, a floating quivering mess beneath him. She felt a whine leave the back of her throat, foot stomping just the slightest bit in a childlike fit, as if it would instantly get her positive results.
What it did get her, was another slap to her bottom, hot and stinging and oh so fucking delicious she felt her pussy clench in response.
"God dammit, Shawn you better get inside of me right now or-"
Deciding she sounded better moaning his name instead of gritting it out rather angrily, he used his grip on her plump cheeks to separate the flesh, opening her up to him more clearly, helping him lick a bold stripe over her cunt with his tongue.
That had shut her up real quick.
The taste of her lingered on his tongue, just as sweet as the last, and the urge to lean back in for more was tempting, had his mouth salivating at the endless possibilities of making her cry tears into the sheets. Yet he was far from finished with proving his point, of how there would always be consequences to the hasty games she loved to make him endure.
"O-oh my go-"
Camila was simply gone to the lust that burned like molten lava through her veins, through every cell that lit up like a flair whenever he touched her skin. There were no words to describe the sensation of his mouth on her, tasting her in such an intimate way that had her pressing back into his face for more, greedily demanding any sense of relief from the burning need her body currently encased.
"You're dripping onto the sheets sweetheart." Shawn mocked, voice light with the tell tale smirk he always wore when he was feeling especially confident in his ways of making Camila come apart before him.
"I should make you lick it up, teach you how to clean up the messes you always seem to make."
As if to strive the point straight through her, Shawn lowered his mouth to her glistening sex once more, licking a slow broad stripe, making sure she felt each flex of his tongue as it pushed past her lips to gather her taste. She keened, whined, arched her back in response. It had him smiling against her, tongue curling to briefly dip into her, swallowing down her nectar, his cock painfully hard at the way she coated the back of his throat.
His fingers dug into the flesh of her ass, pulling apart her cheeks once again, to indulge in the full sight of her. It had her burying her face into bed, whimpering at the small tinge of embarrassment that riddled her. Even when he'd already discovered every inch of her body, inside and out. There was nothing left for him to find, yet that simple fact did not stop the rising heat to cover her cheeks, a small whine leaving her lips when the seconds passed by with him doing absolutely nothing.
"Please baby, please, I'm sorry.."
She really wasn't, she just wanted his mouth back on her, and he knew that, knew how she liked to play her games to get what she wanted, and he'd normally let it slide, condone her antics with a loving gleam and twinkle in his eye. But Shawn was also known for loving to play as well, was as competitive as they come, and he was bound to win this round. His award? Camila a shaking, crying mess by the time he was through with her, and based on the state she was already in, he knew it wouldn't be long.
"I thought I told you to shut up."
The protest pooling in her throat tasted sour, but went unleashed due to the repercussions it would bring her. The only option she held in her possession was to simply lay there, letting hungry eyes roam over all she had to offer.
Not daring to waste another second, his self control already slipping from his grasp; Shawn delved in, licking another stripe, tongue lazily rolling over her clit, smirking deep into her cunt when he felt the tiny bud pulse against the muscle.
In truth, he was rather fond of the way she tasted, could spend numerous hours with his head between her thighs, exploring and ravishing her body like he so loved to do. At times, he would make her cum multiple times on his tongue, until her fists were in his hair and hot tears were dripping from her cheeks onto the surface below, begging him to stop even though her body said otherwise.
This time was no different, except for the fact that he had no intention of allowing her to emerge herself in the waves of ecstasy she needed so badly. He was perfectly content making sure she never reached that edge, even if it would earn him a few heavy glares and creative names in days to come.
"You always taste so sweet, I could dine on you all fucking day."
He hummed against the back of Camilas' thigh, trailing his lips now coated in her arousal up the smooth skin, dragging his teeth over the supple flesh of her ass before sinking them down in a gratifying bite. Her loud echo of surprise went straight to his cock, heavy in his pants and leaking through rough denim.
She reached back, attempting to rub away the sting that followed the dull pain, yet a strong grasp around her wrist halted her movements, pushing her wrist back to its previous position rather harshly.
"Don't reach back again baby, or I really will throw you over my knee. Your little ass is just begging for punishment tonight."
He always found ways to make her suffer, push her to her limits, and she found it quite shameless how she thrived off the rush; the adrenaline coursing through her veins.
Tilting his head black to angle his jaw, Shawn covered her sex with his mouth, dipping his tongue between her lips to savor the salty tang of her juices, groaning into her pussy when he felt it clench against his jaw. His hold on her ass was strong, keeping her spread open, indulging the scent and taste of her with a growl of satisfaction. Shawn was a starved man, he could never get enough of Camila, even when laid out before him.
"Oh fuck, baby that feels so- so good."
Her cries were growing in volume, hips grinding back onto the slow rolls of his tongue as it ran over her cunt. She could feel his jaw flexing against her inner thighs, the vibrations of his hums sending pleasant shocks through her, her eyes rolling into her head at the divine feeling of floating, of riding so high, that washed over her hazy mind.
Enrapturing her clit between soft lips, she practically mewled as he rolled the hardened pearl between them, faintly swirling the edge of his tongue around it, before sucking it harshly into his mouth. Camila's gasps and moans only determined him further, and soon the familiar tightening in her stomach was felt, muscles clenching in preparation for one of her strongest orgasms to date.
Shawn kept her clit between his lips, hard sucks turning into slow, drawn out sweeps of his tongue lazing over it, making sure she never fell quite over the edge; always on the brink and waiting impatiently for that final nudge he wouldn't give.
"Such a pretty cunt."
The rasp in his voice made her shiver, feeling his mouth leave her pussy, and the short puffs of hot breath to ghost over her skin. Shifting on her feet, she was brave enough to attempt a peak behind her, a favorable groan escaping the confines of her chest at the image of her beloved boyfriend; lips and chin glistening in her arousal, hair in disarray, and the most confident, satisfied, pleased smirk resting on his face.
Camila didn't know if she wanted to slap it off, or push back on it for more. After all, Shawn was a skilled expert in using his tongue. Whether it be sweet talking back into her good graces after an argument, or simply starting her morning off with a couple of earth shattering orgasms to begin her day. Either way, she considered herself more than lucky in the end.
"I need to come so fucking bad, please Shawn, fuck-"
She heard him chuckle, felt his chest vibrate against her thighs. It was a condescending type of laugh, one that let her know that she was definitely not going to be getting what she wanted anytime soon.
"Beg all you want, I'm going to play with you for as long as I want." He nipped her bottom once again, hands further spreading her apart for his pleasure.
"So just lay there like a good little girl, and take it."
His next actions were so surprising, she was sucking in a sharp breath, one that pierced her lungs and and had her skin burning all at once.
Delving into her pussy, he let his tongue dip between her lips, before dragging the wet muscle up, slowly, not stopping until it was fluttering lightly over her rim, her brown eyes blown wide and mouth hung open in a silent moan.
"Shawn!"
She was no stranger to exploring when it came to sex, especially with a boyfriend who was ever keen on experimenting with her body in various ways.
Yet, they both had never dared to indulge in this area of play.
It had her toes curling against the carpet.
"Hmm? What is it baby?" He spoke teasingly, touch nonexistent now as he pulled back to admire the mess of her juices coating her inner thighs.
"I-I" Camilas' cheeks felt like they were burning, unable to properly let what she wanted spill from her mouth. How she wanted nothing more than to feel his tongue back on her again, in every way possible.
One hand traveled up the small of her back, pushing her shirt up as he went so he could lightly run his nails over her skin, causing goosebumps to rise, a pleasant tingle rushing through her body. His other hand kept her spread open, and she felt so exposed, so vulnerable.
"You want my tongue, is that it?" He questioned, mocked, as he dipped down to run his lips over the curve of her bottom.
"Want me to eat your little ass, until you're crying into the bed?"
She gasped then at his filthy words, a full on whine as she arched her back enticingly so, offering herself to him, shame no longer a possibility with how desperate she was for him. She felt herself leak even more, juices running down her thighs with how badly she needed to be touched.
"Fuck, yes, please!" Camila cried out, knuckles turning white with how hard she was squeezing the sheets. "I want it so bad!"
Shawn watched her spine dip into a favorable position, one that had her ass perking up in the perfect height for him to bury his face into. Smirking, he removed his hand from her back, spreading her open with both hands once again, before humming in content.
"I know you do." He laughed, and was soon delving back in for more.
He didn't hold himself back, let his tongue go straight to her tight little hole, which fluttered against his tongue as he lapped at her with firm stokes of his tongue. It was messy, so fucking nasty as he let a mixture of his saliva and her juices help slide his tongue over her rim, her needy little cries of pleasure spurring him on.
Shawn didn't think his cock had ever been harder, and his tight jeans weren't fucking helping. He wanted nothing more than to bury his length into her cunt, until she was clenching around him, begging with her body for him to fill her up with his cum and fuck it back into her.
But no, she just had to have been a little brat tonight, pissing him off to the point where they both had to suffer. Camila more than him though, because no matter how hard she tried to get him to let her come, it was not happening.
So he enjoyed his meal, feeling her puckered hole flutter open and close against his tongue, and if possible, he shoved his face even deeper into her, sucking on her cute little ass until she was shaking, quivering beneath his mouth.
"Oh fuck, please I can't! I can't hold it, Shawn oh my god, let me come! Fuck!"
He smirked, nails digging into her cheeks as he kept her spread, while quickly flicking his tongue over her rim, eyeing the way her head was pressed deep into the sheets, hips propped off the bed as she pushed herself back against his face for more.
"Not happening baby."
She cried out in protest, eyes rolling back at the feeling of him, once again, pressing his tongue firmly onto her hole, daring to dip in for a taste before he was moving down to her cunt once more, sucking on her clit with a smooth roll of his tongue.
"In fact," he spoke up, voice a husky mesh of dominance and lust, "I'm going to come in your sweet pussy sweetheart, so just lay there and let me get myself off."
Standing up, Shawn licked his lips, the taste of her still coating his tongue as he quickly undid his jeans, pushing them down enough to get his cock out, a throaty groan echoing throughout the room at the feeling of no longer being confined. He let his hand run over her cunt, lips swollen and dripping as he gathered her juices and coated his cock in a firm stroke from base to tip. It was enough to have him almost rocking onto his toes, pleasure shooting up his spine as he pumped himself behind Camia, his cock heavy in his own hand.
"This is your punishment baby." He spoke as he settled a pillow beneath her hips, helping to angle them up for an easier fit.
"You don't get to piss me off on purpose and expect me to fuck toy afterwards."
He let his swollen tip rest against her opening, pussy lips spreading to envelop his cock welcomingly, and he took in a hurried breath of air, resisting the temptation to just slide right into her.
Camila was so far gone, that she barely even registered his words. Her mind felt completely blank, the only thing she did know was that he felt so fucking good pressed against her, so close to getting what she wanted yet so far away.
Peering over her shoulder, she almost came at the sight alone, his shirt was sticking to his chest in a sweaty mess, showing off the outlines of his defined muscles, tense and ready to be used to fuck into her. His face was still wet, lips swollen red and face flushed hot. His eyes were dark, so consumed with a blinding lust that her thighs clenched, and his left hand was tightened around the base of his cock, no doubt in attempts to stop himself from cumming too soon.
"Eyes forward sweetheart. I'm going to use your delicious cunt to get off."
Camila whined, so frustrated at the un-justness of it all, but she found herself obeying nonetheless. She loved his control over her, how he ruled over her body, sometimes selfishly, where all she had to do was lay there and take it.
Shawn ran the tip of his cock along the length of her pussy, making sure he was nice and wet with her juices before slowly slipping the head into her hot cunt. His teeth clenched at how easily he slid in, and it took everything in him to not slide the rest of the length into her.
"Fuck." He groaned, his hand pumping his cock in quick strokes, the urge to cum overtaking any rational thoughts from his brain. All he wanted was to fill her up, watch his come leak from her swollen pussy afterwards.
"God, you feel so fucking good wrapped around me." Shawn threw his head back, letting Camila's little moans and whimpers urge his hand faster, fingers tightening over his swollen, slick cock.
He eyed her ass, thighs, how they quivered and shook beneath him. He could tell her body was dying to be fucked, to have a cock in her and making her scream until her throat was raw. It was fucking beautiful, her body so responsive to him, even when she didn't want to be.
The only sounds in the room were her heavy breaths, his drawn out groans, and the smacking sound of his hand stroking his cock. With the hand still grasping her left cheek to keep her spread, he leaned his weight down onto her body, pinning her to the bed as his forceful strokes sped up.
"Such a good girl, my little fuck toy."
He felt her pussy clench around the head of his cock in response, and that was all it took for his balls to tighten, stomach to clench and a throaty moan to rip from his chest as he came inside Camila for what seemed like forever, his hand continuing to stroke himself through his orgasm as his hips twitched on their own, making him sink a little deeper into her cunt.
Regaining his breath, Shawn removed the hand from his now sensitive dick, pulling out ever so slowly just to watch thick globs of white escape her pussy, running down her swollen lips and landing onto the dirty sheets.
Tucking himself back into his jeans, mind still a little foggy from his intense orgasm, Shawn walked to the edge of the bed, bending down to look at Camilas' face. He tutted playfully at what he saw, her face completely flushed and eyes staring up at him with a sense of betrayal and hunger.
"You- you fucking suck."
Her voice was raspy, like it took extra effort to just get the words out. Bending down, he let the hand that was just wrapped around his cock seconds ago, stroke over her face and across her lips, to which she angrily nipped at with a playful bite.
"I know sweetheart, hate me all you want."
He smiled lovingly at her now, and the change in his demeanor had the irritation melting from her eyes just a bit.
"So, I really can't come? I don't think I've ever been this wet in my life."
He chuckled, lips stretching into a grin before he let his hand fall from her face, running down the length of the bed before finding her cunt once again, two fingers easily slipping into her with wicked intentions, pushing his cum back into her with a glint in his eye that let her know the night was far from over.
"Maybe I can make an exception..."
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I told ya'll I would update quickly this time 😂but anyways this story was kinda crazy lmfao. I'm gonna start putting Content Warnings in the beginning of all the stories I publish just so y'all kinda get a hint of what its gonna be like and if it's gonna involve something you're not comfortable reading. I hope ya'll enjoyed this one :) I have another one I'm almost done with which is pretty longgg lol. Im going to be updating a-lot more often now, because I'm locked up at home all day with nothing better to do so why not 🤷🏻♀️