Fucking Sae and cuffing him as revenge for all the times he made you submit. (mdni, handcuffs, slapping, bratty sub Sae, dom reader)
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🫀You thought Sae would take you seriously? If you’re a dom, then it’s either a fight of dominance or he’s just straight up mocking you. However, today, things are different. I mean, how many more times is he gonna get away with it? Fucking you till you’re blind, just because you decide to switch it up for him? (Dom reader, kinda sub Sae, a little ooc, I wrote this because I’m a dom-switch and I don’t see any dom readers on here sooo)
You don’t want to whine or pout. That will instantly defeat your argument. You understand that the true essence of domination is understanding that you are deserving of pleasure. That you are being given to during sex. That also applies if you’re on the bottom.
The problem however, was that you never felt that way with Sae. It wasn’t a problem with your past exes. Even when they thought they had you all wrapped around their finger, in the end you were the one pulling the strings. The one that was left pleased. With Sae, his pathetically beautiful yet plastered stoic expression and his lewd promises, it’s easy to feel that you have no control over him.
You have been submissive in bed to him almost entirely throughout your relationship, but the few times he’d let you fuck yourself dumb on his cock. Even then, he was the one with the nearly blank face.
You hear the keys jingle outside and then clank. The front door to your shared hotel for the night flies open and then shut.
Sae stops in his tracks when he sees you, all dolled up.
“Where are you going?” He places his duffel bag down as he locks the door.
“No where.” Your reply is plain. Like you are trying to imitate him.
He looks around curiously. You wear a black top that exposes more cleavage than you usually do. You feel that a woman’s breasts represent some sort of power that men lack. An almost idiotic ideology you picked up from somewhere.
“You must be hungry.” You walked towards a table for two in your dining room and lit a candle.
“Heels? In the home?” He inquired, probably noticing the sound of your heels clicking per step.
“They’re pretty, aren’t they?” You keep your composure.
He finally sits, attacking the carbonara pasta you cooked up with a fork.
“It’s delicious. Why aren’t you eating?” Judging by the number of questions, you can tell he’s already feeling a shift in the atmosphere.
“I already ate.” You kept your eyes locked on his, the same way he always does that nearly always weakens your knees.
He gulps, his pupils wander for a second before they fall on me. He was ready to use his secret weapon, but I was already at his throat with it.
“Is there a problem?” He cocks a brow and then continues to eat the pasta.
“There’s a big problem.” You start.
He looks up at you, almost nervously.
“There’s a huge spider beneath our bed.” You look away for a brief second.
He licks his plate clean, placing it next to the sink.
“I’ll be there in a moment.” He washes his hands and watches you disappear into the shared bedroom.
He bends over the bed, his hand raised with a phone.
“The flashlight isn’t bright enough. I don’t see any—“ with an unsuspected click, Sae’ s raised hand gets tied into a cuff you had attactched to the hole in the bed’s decoration earlier.
“Fucking hell…” he mutters when he turns to face you. You eye him like predator does to prey, “I knew something was off.”
“It will be an interesting turn of events to see you vulnerable for once, Sae.” You touch his nose teasingly, and then drag your finger down his face, “don’t you think?”
“Sure.” He glares at you and you swear you see his eye twitch. He lowers himself on the bed, contemplating whether or not to sit and give you full control. You bring you finger lower, now lifting his face with a finger.
“Don’t make this difficult for me.”
“Fuck you.” He cusses through gritted teeth.
Another click ties away his other hand into the cuffs. With such restricted movement and my knee already pinning him down from the side of his thigh, he had no other option but to sit.
“Good boy.” You praise. Before he can spit venom at you once more, you take his lip in between your teeth. And then plant wet kisses down his neck, already recieving some sharp exhales from him.
“Just fuck me already.” He commands but it comes out like begging and he pants for air. After several minutes of teasing and toying with usually dominant man, he was willing to be pathetic enough to let out the pleas he never thought he would have to. “Please.”
His clothed dick now erected and his voice breaking with every word, he begs once more, “come on. Fuck me.”
You rip his jersey off to whcih his eyes widen. It doesn’t take long for you to break his begging penis from the clothes it was earlier clad in.
“As you wish.” You say before you go berserk on his penis.
You’d already stripped. That was half of why he was already begging for you. Now, you sit on him, guiding the mushroom tip to your entrance. He winces.
“Don’t fucking tease me.” He manages to spit out. He throws his head back in anticipation.
You draw circles on your clit almost getting off on his tip alone. His weak protests blurr in the background of your rising orgasm.
“Fine, fine.” Before you let yourself finish, you take his cock in. Sae whimpers at the feel of your lubricated walls pulsating around his cock. You bounce, slapping his balls into your ass each time your hips meet. He whimpers a few times more, biting his lip to keep his noises in. Like he was trying to keep his dignity.
The little whines and gasps escape his lips anyway once his tip repeatedly fucks into your cervix. His lips part but his eyes flicker shut. You deliver a sharp slap across his face to which he moans in pain.
“Look at me,” you demand. “Look at me or I stop.”
Your arms hold onto his shoulders from beneath him. This allows you to fuck his length deeper into yourself. Both chests clash repeatedly and soon you feel yourself over the edge. His uncontainable noises motivate you further.
He takes a deep breath and keeps his eyes on you. More like— he tries to because they constantly roll back. Your slow your pace each time he does, making sure he looks at you when he fills your gummy walls with his seed.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck—“ he struggles to compose his words in the state of overstimulation that you put him in. “No more— no mo— no!” He moans when you begin to fuck yourself on him once more.
“No longer trying to keep those noises in?” The sloppy mess of his seed and my own whites leave the room smelling like sex.
“Fu— fuck— y-you—“ he manages to spit out in between gasps.
“Save your breath.” Your own eyes roll back as you almost finish on his cock for a second time, his little sounds only driving you to fuck him harder. Now you get what he means, atleast. “We have all night.”
