Troye ♕

My head was still blurry from the sudden arousal Connor made me feel. The next thing I knew, I was in his car being driven to his house. I looked outside the window, not being able to contain my curiosity. First, the car passed a pair of big, black iron entrance gates, and we were finally onto his property. To my surprise, there was no stereotypical colossal mansion. In fact, the land was scattered with small, but modern cabanas. Five of them looked the same: white with large windows and a balcony. But there were three exceptions. One was an identical cabana, but it had a glossy black exterior and three thin red verticals stripes that went all the way from the top to bottom near the right of the front wall (A/N: I know this is a horrible description, but I don't know how else to put it). It was also sort of hidden from view since it was placed behind the bigger house. The other was an open photography and art studio. I know that because there was a hand painted sign neatly across the side of the coffee-colored building. So smart Troye. The last building was a house which was placed in the middle of the property, but it covered the view of the black cabin. Again, it wasn't huge, but it was three times the size as one of the cabanas. That was probably the one Connor lived in. All in all, the property was beautiful, organized, and so, well, Connor!

I'm suddenly snapped out of my thoughts when the car stopped and Connor pulled my hand, signaling my to follow him. We were headed to the black cabin, but Connor then stopped, turned around, and pulled me into the big house. Hmm, that was weird. But, I didn't have time to ask when we quickly made it into his bedroom which resembled an artsy workshop (picture above).

Right when we jumbled in, Connor grabbed my waist and pushed me against the back of the door. Slowly, he leaned in, but pulled his head away quickly when I tried to lean in. I heard him chuckle, "You're a little eager, aren't you?" I tried to lean in again, but he pulled back (again!) so I let out a whine. Then, his hand reached my neck and pushed it against the wall. "Stay. I do what you want if you do what I want." I gasp out a moan because his hand is still around my throat, cutting off my air. Connor laughs again. "You kinky whorē. You're into BDSM, breath play, anything else I should know about?" I give into his command of obeying him by closing my eyes, throwing my head back, and waiting for him to kiss me. Surprisingly, I felt his lips on my neck working awfully slow up to my jawline, and finally to my lips. There was no fight for dominance. Obviously. His tongue invaded my mouth and freely exploring every crevice. Connor then grabbed my shoulders and pushed me on to the bed. He spread my legs and leaned over me so we were face-to-face. Suddenly, everything was quiet except our heavy breathing. Connor smiles at me while brushing my hair out of my face. "Do you realize how beautiful you are? The moment I laid my eyes on you, I knew you had to be mine. Your eyes, lips, hair... Everything was so perfect, I thought I was looking at an angel, not a human."

At this, blush invaded every part of my skin, and I smiled, darting my eyes down to where I was fumbling with my hands. He sweetly lifted my chin and placed a soft yet passionate kiss on my lips. Then he moved his mouth to my neck again while unbuttoning my shirt. Quickly, he pushed off the black coat and shirt. I then realized that I was still in the Saint Laurent clothes and accidentally let out a giggle. Connor looked up at me confused, questioning me with his eyes. "Ummm... I-I'm still in the m-modeling clothes." Connor laughed and replied sexily, "Not for long. Now get undressed." With that, he started taking his clothes off and I started taking my pants and shoes off. "Stop," he abruptly ordered, "Keep the heels on." Ohh...so Connor's got a cross-dressing kink too. I quickly slipped them back on and he immediately pushed me against the mattress again. This time, Connor kissed me hungrily and grounded his hip onto mine so that our erections grinded against each other which made my legs rise and wrap around his waist slightly. Surprisingly, I wasn't the one to moan first, it was him. Connor slid his hands up and down the sides of my torso like he was trying to memorize every crevice in my body and then moved down to my heavy member. It was pretty big, but in no competition with Connor's. I felt his breath wash over the tip and he slowly took me in his mouth half way. Ugh, I haven't been with someone in so long, this felt like fūcking heaven. I let out a moan of appreciation when he flicked his tongue over my slit, but then he took me out of his mouth when I was so close.

A whine erupted out of my mouth and he smacked my ass. "Stop whining bītch or I'll end all this right now. If we're gonna do this, it's gonna last long." I flinched at his harsh tone. *SMACK!* I felt a sting on my ass again. "What the hell have I told you about using your words? I let it go of it when we were talking to Alfie, but now we're in private and you're all mine. So listen, whore!" I gasped at the label he put on me. In most situations, I would absolutely hate this, but when it came to Connor, slut shaming was hot, especially in the moment.

"S-sorry Connor. It won't happen again." I stuttered.

"Call me daddy." Those were the last words I heard before he stuck 2 of his fingers in my mouth, moving them harshly, pulling the corners of my lips before he finally took his saliva covered fingers out of my mouth and plunged them into my ass in one movement. I cried out in both pain and pleasure when he hastily moved them in and out, preparing me for him.

I cried out again because it hurt more than helped and suddenly, Connor stopped his movement. "Are you okay? Do you want me to stop? Just tell me and I will." He reassured me. How can one person go from strict Dominate to a caretaker in two seconds?

"No! No Daddy don't stop! I just haven't been stretched in a while so it's a bit uncomfortable. Just try to do it slower please? Please Daddy..."

He smiled sweetly at me, brushing my hair out of my face again. And I felt his fingers moving again. This time slower, scissoring and stretching me pleasurably. "...Mmmhhhhhh... oh yeeahhh. That's fucking amazing." Connor then slipped his fingers out and lubed up his (condom-covered) cock. He slowly probed my entrance with his tip. "Ready? Remember, we can stop if you want to." I smiled at his thoughtfulness and wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him in for a kiss. "Yes. I'm ready." Connor slowly sunk in, and gave me as much time as I needed to adjust. "Move, Daddy." He slowly pulled out until only his tip was lodged inside me. And then he sunk back in again. "Uhhh...you're so fucking tight." After a few slow thrusts, Connor started speeding up, brushing up against my prostate. My moans started to become more consistent but then he unexpectedly stopped.

"Connooooooorrrrrr," I whined. He snaked his right hand up to my neck and squeezed tightly while trailing his left hand down my chest and to my d¡ck, slowing palming it.

"Beg me. Beg me to fuck you. Beg me to shove my cock in and out of your tight hole. C'mon slut!" Connor demanded.

I groaned and choked out, "Please Daddy! Please use me like I'm your whore! Please don't stop; you feel so good and ....mmmmmhh... I've never been stretched this far. Please fuck me Daddy please!"

Suddenly, Connor plowed into me so hard that his tip hit right into the spot that made me see stars. I let out a pleasurable scream, followed by a lot of sultry "oh yeahs" and "daddy's".

Right when I was reaching my high, Connor pulled out (for the millionth time!!!) and took his condom off. I was so confused until he grabbed my hair and slightly pushed me signaling me to get down on my knees in front of him. His length was was only like 4 inches from my face, so I went to reach out for it, thinking I was supposed to suck him off when he harshly slapped my hands away. "I'm pretty sure I'm clean. But I haven't been checked since before the last time I've had sex. So now, I'm just gonna come all over your pretty face." Connor said while slapping my cheek lightly and grabbing my chin to make me look at him. He gripped his member and started stroking it quickly until his load exploded all over my face. He pulled me up by my hair again and licked a strip of his own come off the side of my face. "Aren't you such a slut? Whoring yourself for me? Letting me do whatever I want to you?" Connor grunted with his back facing me. I guess he went to go get something.

Connor ♛

I turned around with the tie and vibrator in my hand and Troye was spread out across the bed for me, covered in a light layer of sweat; my come all over his perfect face, with the exception of the strip I licked away. And he was still wearing those black heels. His eyes immediately went to the navy blue sex toy and black tie in my hand, and then flickered up to my own eyes. My face started to heat up at this adorable action, so as usual, I switched to my Dominate mode to control my emotions. I pulled his legs apart, quickly sat between them and grabbed his touch-deprived length. "Don't come until I tell you to." I sternly ordered.

He visibly gulped and answered, "Yes Daddy."

"Open your mouth whore." When he did, I placed the tie in his mouth, Troye bit down on it, and I secured it in place by tying it behind his head. "You're such a thirsty princess, aren't you? Having all that on your face, but not being able to taste any of it..." Troye tried to answer, but his response was muffled by the tie in his mouth. I stroked his come-covered face and said, "This is gonna be fun..."

Troye ♕

Connor turned on the vibrator on low and slowly trailed it up and down the sensitive underside of my length. I let out a moan, clenching the bed sheet into my hands. The vibration simulated my senses and felt so good. Then Connor licked my slit, tracing his tongue into the groove repeatedly. "Mmmmmh..." Precome started to form at my tip,
and Connor squeezed my length. "Don't. Cum." He continued trailing the toy up and down my length and now I was painfully close to release. "Plllllsse, dddy!" I screamed through the tie. Connor just smirked. "Not yet princess, hold on a little bit longer." With that, he took me into his mouth and started to suck me off. Tears sprang into the corners of my eyes trying to hold myself back, because now it was only a matter of seconds. Connor circled my tip with his tongue expertly and the took the tie out of my mouth.

After loosening the tie, and taking it off, Connor merely smiled at me and commanded: "Beg."

I gasped. Man this guy has a fetish for begging.

"Please Daddy! I can't hold up any longer! I have to come! I'll accept any punishment, but just please give me permission!!! Please Daddy! Please!!!"

The corners of Connor's mouth curled into a smirk. "Hmmmmm..." He (falsely) pondered while teasing my slit with his thumb and circling my head with the vibrator on high , "Well....since you asked so nicely....you can come."

As soon as I heard those words, my load exploded in his hand, and he kept stroking me until I rode through my climax. I couldn't really fathom anything at that moment. All I felt was Connor's lips on mine and him leaving for the washroom. My eyes started drooping until he came back with a wet towel to clean his come off my face and torso. Quietly, Connor dimmed the lights until they were almost off, put the covers on top of us, and pulled me closer to him until we both fell into a deep sleep.
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