Mrs. Justin Taylor's Revenge
Title: Mrs. Justin Taylor’s Revenge
Summary: Someone gets their revenge ; )
Warnings: BDSM
Genre: PWP
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything
Feedback: Pretty please :D
Author’s Note: This is a sequel to
lindsay ’s drabble fic Mrs. Justin Taylor, you may want to read that first. I hope you all enjoy it. Many thanks to my beta
shadownyc :D
“Ooh, I’ve been a bad boy, punish me Mrs. Justin Taylor!”
Justin runs towards the bedroom after calling me Mrs. Justin Taylor. Like fuck am I going to let him get away with that. He wants punishment? I’ll give him punishment.
I follow him to the bedroom; find him sitting on the bed with a knowing smug smile that he’s won. He won’t be smiling when I’m done with him.
“You’ve been a bad boy; you know that.” He nods with that fake innocent smile in place, “Strip.”
While he’s taking his clothes off, I go to the closet and get some supplies we’ll be using tonight. I return to see him naked, his legs spread open, his arms above gripping the bed frame, and his dick so hard all I want to do is suck it but that’s not going to happen anytime soon.
“Eager aren’t you?” I say putting the supplies near the end of the bed.
“Yes, Mrs. Taylor.” He teases. I hover above him still clothed but press my body down as I hear those words.
I grind against him and he grinds back moaning when his bare dick presses against my denim covered dick.
“Such a little slut, spread out so openly for me,” I nip his neck. “Tell me what do you want me to do to you.”
“Mmmm…” Is Justin’s response as I travel down his chest, pinching a nipple before taking it in my mouth to suck it and bite it.
“Do you want me to spank you? Spank you till your ass is so red and feels so fucking hot when I’m fucking it?” I move to his other nipple.
“Oh god yes, Brian. Do it. Do it now.” He grips the sheets.
“Do you want me to tie you up?” I kiss his belly button, “Do you know how hot you’ll look tied up?” I bypass his dick and kiss his inner thighs.
“Please Brian.” He thrusts his dick upward.
I take it into my mouth my tongue teases the tip, licks the pre-cum coming to the surface but release it from my mouth.
He whimpers.
“On your hands and knees.” I order him retrieving one of my ties from near the end of the bed.
“Gonna tie you up,” I whisper against his ear as I force my chest down onto his back. He shivers.
“From now on you’ll call me Mr. Kinney, understand?” I knot the tie so that it secures him to the bed post.
“Yes Mr. Kinney,” he whispers it in a seductive tone that he knows turns me on.
“Since you love to spread yourself apart for me, I’ll assist you with this task by using a spreader bar,” I lean down over the edge of the bed to grab the bar that is underneath the bed and then kneel down between his legs, nudging him to spread them apart; he does and I regulate the bar so that the width is just right before cuffing his ankles with the bar.
“You know how hot you look right now? With your hands tied and your legs spread apart just enough so that I can see your hole.”
I’m sure he feels exposed right now, vulnerable to my touch, my desire, need and want. I know that he trusts me, that he knows I won’t harm him and that is something that still scares the shit out of me.
“Fuck me, Mr. Kinney.” He pleads.
“Not yet, Justin,” I run my hand down his back till I reach his ass, caressing each cheek, “How many do you want, Justin?”
“10?” He asks uncertainly.
“I was thinking 15,” I tell him. “You know we can stop this at any time right? You know your safe word right?”
He nods at the last question, “I don’t want to stop.”
“You are not to come until I let you, which won’t be for a while.” I grab the paddle from the supplies.
He’s taken by surprise at the first blow. He always is when we play these games especially since we don’t do this very often. I can see sweat dripping onto the sheets, his body moving as much as it can considering the restraints.
“You love this don’t you? Being tied up and spanked?” I continue hitting his ass.
“Yes I do, Mr. Kinney,” he grunts.
I distribute the blows between his cheeks, his hole and his inner thighs. His ass looks so red and hot that I almost want to drop the paddle and fuck him. My dick is so hard and leaking enough that a wet spot is forming on my pants.
“So hot and so opened, Justin,” I say, “I’m going to fuck the shit out of you.”
“Yeah, fuck me Brian.”
The last five blows are delivered towards his inner thighs. I drop the paddle and strip.
I caress his ass before bringing my face to his hole; nipping it, licking it, biting it. I tongue fuck him for a while. Enjoying the sounds he’s making.
I grab the lube and a condom, spreading some lube around his ass and some on the condom when I put it on. I enter him completely in one single thrust and don’t wait for him to adjust before I start to fuck him in earnest.
“Fuck me harder,” he moans.
I do. I fuck him with all of the desire, want, and need in me for him. I hit his prostate over and over, grab his cock and start jerking him off. A few tugs later and he’s coming, his ass constricting around my dick. I’m coming into the condom, shouting his name. I topple down on him when I have more energy I pull out, toss the condom out, untie him and remove the spreader bar from his ankles.
I kiss the bruises on his wrists.
“Mmm… that was great.” He smiles that content smile of his.
“Yeah it was.” We’re both lying down side by side on the bed, “So have you learned your lesson? Will you call me Mrs. Justin Taylor again?”
“No I won’t Mr. Kinney,” he says it once more in that seductive tone.
“Do you wanna go to Babylon later?” I ask.
“Sure but can we shower and eat first, I’m starving.”
“Of course you are,” I smirk, getting up.
We take a quick shower, dry off, change and head towards the kitchen.
There’s some leftover diner food which he heats up. While we eat, we talk about his latest painting and my new ad campaign.
We leave for Babylon where we dance and drink.
Mrs. Justin Taylor-how ridiculous, I think to myself. There is a nice ring to Mrs. Brian Kinney, however.
I laugh out loud making Justin look at me confused, "What's up?"
"Nothing, just wondering about what's in a name." I say tongue in cheek.
The End.