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You quietly trailed behind Kendall as he dragged you back to the apartment, your wrist in his bruising grip, flesh turning white. He didn’t so much as even glance back at you, but you could see his tense shoulders, steam practically pouring out of his ears.
“Walk any slower and you’ll see just how unforgiving I can be.” He threatened, yanking your wrist hard, almost sending you sputtering onto the ground. You smirked feeling a sense of accomplishment, burying yourself so deep under his skin, knowing the effect it would have on him, knowing the outcome would be exactly what you wanted. He was your puppet and you were the mastermind, you just had to pull the right strings.
Kendall had been busy with work lately, so much so that he had failed to give you the time of day. The attention you craved from him, you would wait for him to get back from work, only to receive a curt kiss on the cheek before he retreated into his office. You were drowning too, knees deep in admin work yet you still managed to make a conscious effort to let him know that you cared; whether you cooked his favourite dinner; picked up his preferred brand of cigarettes American yellow spirits; or even a gesture as small as asking him how his day was.
You knew you didn’t need to do it, he hadn’t asked you to— but you did it anyway because you wanted his company. But despite all your attempts, he would simply mutter a thanks, giving you a quick peck and would return back to exile. You would fall asleep long before he came to bed, pressing a quick kiss to your temple, and when you awoke, he would be gone again, leaving you all alone in the California king bed.
The endless days of him being invested in anything and everything but you, had all merged into one, your own hands not fulfilling your aching cunt. You found yourself thinking about him in the shower as you washed your hair. Your brain fogged heavy with lust, mirroring the glass walls around you, reliving the last time he had you pressed up against the shower wall, your check flushed against the cold marble tile, as he thrusted in and out of you at a relentless pace, his fingers finding your clit, your knees bucking out under you. How he turned you around, hooked your legs around his waist and continued to pound into you without missing a beat, kissing and nipping at your breasts.
You missed every inch of him; how his cock molded so perfectly into you; his large hands around your throat; how he would bend you over his knee when you pushed his buttons just the right amount— you missed him with every fibre of your being.
All you wanted to do was outright beg him to fuck you, spread you out over the kitchen counter, bend you over the dining table, pin you against the wall— and just fuck you. But your pride stood firm like the great wall of fucking China.
Over the span of your — almost a year long — relationship it had always been Kendall being the needy one whether it was him begging to taste you, rubbing circles into your clit convincing you for round 3 in the early hours of the morning, knowing you both had to get ready for work in a few hours. Or even when he moaned your name, begging you not to stop when you had your sweet lips wrapped around his cock after he’d had a long day at work, humming around him, his fingers tangled in your hair.
It was always him being so eager for you and you were never one to turn him down, you always gave in to his every need, his every desire. Well what about my needs Kendall? You thought to yourself.
You had made the silent decision to hold a grudge after one evening, when you finally decided to strut into his home office, swallowing your pride and chasing it down with lust.
You had worn his favourite silk night slip, you knew he wouldn’t be able to resist. When you had first bought it, he almost ripped the fabric off your skin within seconds, the way it hugged your body so perfectly, outlining the curve of your ass, the deep neckline showing off your dense breasts, the soft material illuminating your already hard nipples, threatening to pierce through the thin fabric, he had groaned saying that it left little room for imagination. Now he was sat in his office chair, back towards you, his eyes trained on his phone as he furiously typed away, yet to acknowledge your presence.
You stalked up behind him gently massaging his shoulders. “Come to bed baby, you’ve been working too hard.” You hummed, feeling him relax, he leaned into your touch as you worked at the knots in his tense muscles.
“Hmm….” He sighed, momentarily resting his phone on the desk not switching it off. “Baby, I’ll come as soon as I sort this deal out.”
Not contempt with his answer you slipped out from behind his chair, trailing your hands along his shoulders, making your way to stand in-front of him, leaning down to meet his eyes, giving him a shameless display of your breasts, threatening to spill out. “Let me take care of Ken.” You murmured, unbuttoning his already un-collared shirt, his tie hung loosely around his neck.
You could see the gears in his mind shifting, the darkness in his eyes as he raked them over your exposed skin. He grabbed the back of your thighs pulling you to sit on his lap, straddling him, his hands squeezing your ass. you were already so wet feeling his warmth under you, his intoxicating touch.
“Hmm you make it so hard to say no.” He cradled your jaw, leaning in ever so slowly, your eyes fluttered shut, you had been so patient for him, you knew he was under a lot of pressure at work. But none of that mattered anymore, you had him in your arms again, where he belonged. You longed to feel his soft lips on yours, his wet tongue exploring every square inch of your mouth.
Your bubble of fleeting desire was disrupted by the ringing of his phone, blaring in your ears, you snapped your eyes open. He paused inches away from your lips, hastily grabbing his phone, as if he had waited a second longer it would grow legs and run away. His finger hovered over the screen, maybe he was contemplating what his priorities were in that moment you pondered, his lonely girlfriend or work. It was stupid of you to even think that it crossed his mind, like it was even a conflicting thought. There was nothing hard about the decision, in fact there was no decision to even be made, work would always come first to him. He didn’t want to even attempt to try balance the both. He had only stopped to glare at you eyes wide, ushering you to leave.
You pushed yourself off him, hurt panged in your chest, your lips curled into a frown, but before you could leave he grabbed your arm.
“I’ll be there in 10, promise. Be ready.” He smirked, smacking your ass.
It was embarrassing to admit the number it did on you, you practically skipped out of his office back to the bedroom. You hopped up on the edge of bed swinging your feet, butterflies swimming in pit of your stomach, he had listened to you. You lied back on the bed, ready to waste no time when he would burst through the doors any moment.
You had shattered your pride with a sledgehammer, leaving behind remains of gravel and dust, but it would be worth it because you needed him, and he knew that you needed him. The mere sight of you in the light pink silk slip had him exhaling a deep breath trying to keep his composure, it took everything in him to not bend you over his desk and take you right there. But he knew he needed to make love to you, to make up for all the lonely nights you had spent without him, wishing to be held in his arms— he knew it all.
You awoke shivering, as your teeth chattered, you must have dozed off on top of the covers waiting for Kendall. You rubbed your eyes, checking the time to see how much longer he would be, you sat up, hoping the more you stared at your phone screen, that it would somehow change the fact that it was 3am, you had waited 4 hours for him, he had promised you he would come to bed.
You felt your heavy heart sinking, as you climbed under the covers, switching off the bedside lamp you had left on. You turned your back to his empty side of the bed, hot tears leaking from your eyes, it was then that you decided you won’t try again. You weren’t going to force him.
The following days he had tried to make an effort, a silent apology, offering to pick up dinner on his way home, bringing flowers, leaning in for a kiss but you would turn your head at the last second letting his lips graze your cheek. But it wasn’t his effort that you needed, it was him. He would have to prioritise you, that was something he would have to realise on his own, you weren’t going to hold his hand and bring him to the finish line.
He had sensed your iciness towards him, he knew he would have to make it up to you soon, but not right now he had bigger priorities. His mind was preoccupied with the current deal he was pitching to a rising tech company and he needed to be laser focused on work until it went through. He had been dedicated to it for weeks, a couple more days couldn’t hurt right? He justified his logic every time you flickered in the back of his head. So he got into bed each night in the early hours of the morning to be met with your cold back, you had cocooned yourself in the duvet blocking him out completely.
When Kendall had first asked you to accompany him to his friend Stewy’s birthday, your first instinct had been to say no, but the more you thought about it, you decided maybe something good could come from this.
You were surprised to see him sitting on the bed, you were just out of the shower wrapped in a cotton towel, tucked in tightly hugging your breasts. You nodded acknowledging him, recovering from your initial shock that he had stepped out of his office if even for a moment, you didn’t let it get your hopes up, not again. You had picked up the ruins of what he had destroyed and built it back up, reinforcing it with tungsten.
“It’s Stewy’s birthday on Friday.” He informed you, his head resting on his hands as he leaned back against the bed frame. He was still dressed in his office attire, his tie was off carelessly thrown on the ground, the top buttons of his shirt undone. “And he has invited us.” His tone was hesitant, as if he already knew what the answer was going to be, yet his eyes still held a glimmer of hope.
“Hmmm.” The air hung heavy between you both. You sat at the vanity, brushing through your wet hair thinking about your next move.
You heard Kendall getting off the bed, assuming your daily 5 minutes of boyfriend time was up and he was returning to his office, instead you felt him shift behind you, placing a tender hand on yours, grabbing the hairbrush from you and began combing through your hair, taking his time untangling every knot and twist. You watched him through the mirror intently, his soft eyes met your own, cold as ice. Something shifted under his features- perhaps guilt? In an instant he dropped to your side, pulling your stool from under the vanity to face him. He kneeled down, taking your hands into his.
“I don’t want to fight anymore. I’m sorry. I’m sorry about the other night I-“
“We aren’t fighting Kendall. I don’t know why you’re apologising?” You cut him off, you weren’t mad at him, you were hurt. He was apologising, without even recognising where he was at fault.
“Okay? But I know I’ve been busy and I’m gonna make it up to you soon-“ He started again, hands not leaving yours.
“Kendall, seriously it’s fine. I don’t care about that.” You lied waving him off with a shrug, ignoring his face drop at your dismissal. If he was going to toy with your heart, you would do the same. He was playing chess and you planned to beat him, you decided to switch things up and play with his sanity instead.
You stood up dropping his hands, stepping around, leaving him on the ground. You walked over to your dresser pulling out a black pyjama set. You could see him watching you from your peripheral as he stood up, brows knitted together. You dropped your towel to the ground feeling the cold air nip at your skin, tugging a fresh pair of panties on.
Kendall gawked at you, seeing the light dance on your naked skin after what felt like a life time. How your nipples were pointing upright, the black lace panties you had put on to tease him, the smell of your honey and almond body wash lingering on your sweet skin drawing him in like a lost drone bee, trying to get a second chance with his queen who had banished him from the hive. How had he left you untouched for weeks he thought to himself, regret filling him whole.
He realised you needed to be appreciated, ney you deserved to be appreciated, he admired you like a piece of art, priceless. He gnawed at his bottom lip, feeling his cock harden in his slacks, he took tentative steps towards you testing the waters. You threw on the satin shorts pulling them up your bare legs, as you tugged the matching vest over your head, he reached over to help, pulling it down over your chest, taking your damp hair out to rest on your shoulders.
His hands lingered before he gently cupped your head, pulling you into a tight embrace, holding your head close to his chest, you could feel his heart racing against your cheek, he feared if it was too late to make it up to you. Feeling your nipples on his chest, cutting through the material of his shirt, his boner grew. You could feel it pressing into your lower abdomen, your instinct was to crash your lips against his in a haze, but you fought yourself, reasoning with your throbbing cunt. You pulled out of the hug, looking up at him through your eyelashes.
“I would love to go to Stewy’s party with you.” You smiled, pressing on your tippy toes to reach up to his face, your thighs brushing against the tent in pants, his arms moved down to your hips, he sighed in relief, at some much needed contact, resting his forehead against yours closing his tired eyes.
Your lips were millimetres away from his, he could feel your hot breath burning at his lips, puckering them out, he realised just how badly he needed you now. You swıftly moved your head, landing a kiss on his cheek before moving to his ear, you placed a hand on the nape of his neck, pulling him down to you, as you continued stroking your thigh against his length, hearing his breathing get slightly louder, his jaw ticking.
“I’m going to bed now, so you’re more than welcome to go back to your your safe haven to continue working.” You whispered, pulling away from him planting back down onto the heels of your feet, you slipped out of his grip and moved to the bed cozying yourself under the covers, turning the bedside lamp off.
“Goodnight.” You chirped, he stood there dumbfounded, before slowly turning to you to say something but you had already turned the other way.
He retreated from the room slamming the door shut behind him, as his cock throbbed in his pants, he stomped back to his office letting out a strangled sigh. He tried to focus on reading the finalised contract on his desk, but he could barely register the words on the page, his brain turning mush and he couldn’t ignore his rock hard cock, pressing against his skin.
He slipped his slacks and boxers down, his cock already dripping with precum, he began to pump himself with his hand, his mind wandering back to the moment you dropped your towel. He leaned back in his chair head falling back to rest, his eyes closed, lips parted slightly as he built up a rhythm, he imagined you on your knees in front of him, looking up at him with your innocent dough eyes, running your hot tongue up and down your shaft. The way you cupped and licked his balls, he groaned at the thought of it, releasing all over his hands.
Fuck the thought of you made him cum in just barely under two minutes, he cursed himself for missing the chance to make it up to you that night. He had missed you so much these past few weeks, why had he deprived himself of you, making you out to be a mere distraction, when he should’ve used you for stress relief. Why did he shut you out, when you could have been his lifeline, bringing him afloat. He caught his breath for a moment, he was still pissed that you were playing mind games with him, but more than anything he wanted to be in bed with you right now. He wanted it now more than ever— when the option had now been taken away from him.
The days leading up to Stewy’s party had been uneasy to say the least, you buried yourself in work, taking a page out of Kendall’s book, letting him see what it was like to be at the other end of the stick. You stayed late at the office all week, why should you sacrifice your time, rushing home at a reasonable hour to catch a glimpse of Kendall, when he wasn’t willing to do the same for you. He had questioned you when you arrived home in the late evening for the third day in a row. He sat on the barstool waiting, tapping his fingers on the marble countertop as you stepped in. Oh how the tables had turned.
“Third day in a row?” He questioned you, cocking an eyebrow.
“Yeah, works just been busy.” You replied shrugging off your jacket, tossing it on the sofa. You slipped out of your heels to release your aching feet, sighing a breath of relief to be walking flat on your feet again. “You know yourself how it is? Don’t you.” You retorted, with a half smile, but nothing about your words was kind, it was the sad truth.
He looked down at the counter, it dawning on him how you must’ve felt over the past few weeks, he was close to losing his mind over you coming home late a few times. “I- uh, yeah I do.” He nodded, his eyes finally meeting your gaze. Just as he was about to ask you if you had eaten dinner yet, you spoke before he had the chance to try get back in your good books.
“I’m fucking exhausted, I’m gonna head to bed.” You muttered pressing a quick kiss to his cheek, giving the same excuse you had used all week. Before he could even protest, you had already turned on your heel making your way to the bedroom.
By Friday Kendall was fed up with your mind games, you were both now living under one roof like ghosts.
You stood in the bathroom getting ready, you had picked up a dress earlier that day. You stood in the mirror adjusting the straps, deciding on a short red backless dress, barely reaching past your hips, the smooth satin fabric hugging your curves. You finished up your make up, putting on a bright red lipstick when Kendall burst in through the door.
“We need to get going.” He announced, glancing down at his watch, his breath caught in his throat as he looked up at your choice of clothing, his gaze fixed on your exposed back.
“I’m ready.” You turned around to face him as he eyed you up and down, you brushed past him to leave, heels echoing on the tile below. You grabbed your clutch from the bed, he stood in the bathroom, jaw clenched with his hands on his hips. “If you’re gonna stand there all night we’re gonna be late.”
He let out a frustrated breath, pinching the knot between his eyes brows, before stepping out towards you. “You look nice.” He said through gritted teeth, but his tone anything but happy.
“Thank you.” You smirked, seeing him so hot and bothered.
You made your way down to the car waiting for you both, Kendall opened the door for you and you slipped into the backseat, he got in after slamming the door shut behind him. “Your whole fucking ass is out.” He snapped, eyes burning holes through you.
“So?” You looked at with innocent eyes, twirling a lock of hair with your finger.
“So?” He repeated your words, eyes widening in bewilderment. “So I guess my question is, why are you dressed like a fucking whore?”
“It’s a birthday party Kendall, relax.” You rolled your eyes, enjoying how his face turned into a scowl, you had an idea of how much he would disapprove of your dress, it was the main reason you had chosen it, the perfect revenge dress.
Kendall spent the rest of the car ride on his phone, dealing with business, nothing new. The car pulled in front of the venue, breaking the heavy tension between the two of you. Kendall stepped out of the car holding a hand out for you, grabbing it you made your way inside. The party was in full swing, Stewy had rented out a what seemed to be a boujee nightclub. Kendall pulled you through the crowd, leading you to the VIP section. Stewy spotted you two, and broke away from his conversation and made his way over.
“Kendall and co, glad you could make it.” He grinned, pulling Kendall into a hug, clasping a hand on his back.
“Wouldn’t miss it for the world man.” Kendall chuckled.
Stewy pulled away looking down at you, pupils dilated, probably from the coc. “Holy fucking shit, look at you. You’re gonna take all the attention off of me.” He pouted crossing his arms over his chest. “I’m the birthday boy.”
“Shut up. Happy Birthday.” You laughed and he leaned down pulling you into his arms, his hands wrapping around your waist, hands resting on your bare back as you stepped on your tippy toes wrapping your arms around his neck. Kendall cleared his throat, ushering you both to pull out of the incriminating hug, you ignored Kendall shooting daggers into the side of your head.
“Where the bar? I need a drink” You asked, keeping your eyes trained on Stewy.
“Yeah just right around the corner.” He pointed over his shoulder and you took off. “Trouble in paradise?” You heard Stewy mumble to Kendall, you didn’t bother to listen to the rest. You made your way to the bar, deciding to let loose tonight, you needed it after a long week, wanting to clear your mind. You ordered a double gin and tonic, chugging it down and immediately ordering another.
“Hey slow down princess.” You felt a hand low on your back, turning to look at the creep who had the audacity to touch you.
“Roman?” You squinted, trying to figure out if the alcohol was making you hallucinate, surely your boyfriend’s brother did not just try to hit on you. “What the fuck?”
“Oh- what the fuck- fucking I didn’t know it was you.” He scrambled back, dropping his hand from you, running it through his hair. “What the fuck are you even doing here?”
“What the fuck are you doing here, fucking creep.”
“Why are you dressed like the poster girl for summer break.” He retorted.
“Why are you harassing innocent women at the bar, daddy didn’t want to cuddle with you tonight?” You snorted, taking a sip of your drink.
“Fuck off. Sorry I didn’t think you owned anything other than a lesbian power suit.” He crossed his arms, giving your outfit a disapproving glance.
“Fuck you.” You rolled your eyes. “I’m never forgetting that you tried to hit on me.” You shuddered. “And also princess? You seriously have no game.” You laughed, as he looked away embarrassed.
“Fuck off, we can never let anyone know that ever happened.” He gagged thinking about. “Where’s your boyfriend?” He asked looking around.
“I don’t fucking know.” You shrugged finishing off the last of your drink, motioning to the bartender for another. Roman stared at you with his brows raised, he had only ever seen you at whatever work events Kendall had dragged you to, where you were always so well put together. He had always thought you were so stuck up, too serious, you had never entertained any of his inappropriate jokes before. He was seeing a different side of you tonight, you were lighter, more free, more careless.
“Mhm yeah I get it now.” He threw his head back laughing.
“What?” You stared at him blankly, thinking you missed a joke or something.
“Oh it’s so obvious.” He began, taking a sip of his whisky. “So Kendall pissed you off and so you what?— decided to dress like a 19 year old who’s rebelling against her dad— to prove something?” He grinned from ear to ear.
“Fuck you.” You muttered storming off to go sit in one of the booths, not wanting to discuss your current relationship problems, especially with Roman of all people, the least serious person to exist. Hoping he would leave you alone and find someone else to annoy.
To your dismay he followed you, slipping in the seat next to you. “So what’d he do?” He smirked. “Left the toilet seat up again or I don’t know did he fucking forget to buy milk. Ooh- or did you finally wake up and realise that he’s more boring than a fucking encyclopaedia.” He continued guessing.
“Roman it’s none of your fucking business.” I cut him off.
“Oh come on. You’re such a fucking drag, you were finally being fun for once.” He groaned, getting up to leave. You were grateful that he finally left, you made a quick trip to the bar for a refill, upon returning, you were met with a broad set of shoulder, slumped down in your seat, the rest of the booth filled with strangers. Annoyed you tapped him on the shoulder getting his attention, his bright blue eyes peered up at you.
“You’re in my seat.” You yelled over the music that was much louder now.
“Does it have your name written on it?” He asked with a cocky smile plastered on his face.
“No but I was there before you.”
“So? I’m sitting here now.” He shrugged.
“You fucking listen to me you sick freak.” You leaned into his ear. “Get out of my fucking seat now.”
“No. What are you gonna do about it?” He challenged. With the mixture of 3 drinks and a half eaten breakfast bagel in your stomach, you felt the best way to handle the situation was to sit on his lap. He shifted his legs under you finding a comfortable spot, a hand resting on your back.
“Is this supposed to annoy me?” He laughed.
“Yeah it fucking is.”
“A beautiful woman on my lap. Oh no-what did I do to deserve this. Please make it stop.” He mocked me, wiping fake tears from his eyes.
“You’re so fucking rude, what kind of man doesn’t offer his seat to a lady.”
“A man who prefers to be a seat to a beautiful lady.” He whispered in your ear, bringing a blush to your cheeks, you hadn’t felt wanted by Kendall in so long, hearing such words from a stranger made your heart flutter.
“Yeah?” You smiled at the handsome man, his eyes were welcoming, a few stray lines at his eyes when he smiled, his blonde hair lied messy on his forehead.
“I can’t be the first person to tell you that.” He shook his head, eyes twinkling under the fluorescent lights.
“Hmm, my boyfriend does.” You responded attempting to slide off him, realizing how wrong it was.
“So where is he then?” He questioned, brows raised, gripping your hips, keeping you put.
You glanced around, but couldn’t place him. Feeling your heart sink a bit, you hadn’t seen him all night and he hadn’t even bothered to seek you out either. “Yeah he's a busy guy.” You sighed deflated, thinking there’s no harm in some shameless flirting.
“Well if you were mine, you wouldn’t be left alone for a second, let alone the entire evening.” He wiggled his brows, you laughed playfully shoving his shoulder.
Kendall had spent the past hour catching up with old college friends, which Stewy had left him with before making a quick exit, they stood there reminiscing about their days spent together on campus, but he couldn’t help but glance around for you, every fleeting moment he could. He thankfully caught Roman from the corner of his eye, excusing himself from the conversation before catching up to his brother.
“Rome, hey.” Kendall jogged up, clasping a hand over his shoulder. “Good to see you man.”
“Yea sure, long time no see, it’s not like I just saw you at the office 4 hours ago or anything .” He smiled sarcastically. “How’ve you been?
“Shut up. I didn’t know you’d be here?” Kendall asked, not sure why his brother was at his bestfriend's birthday party.
“Well I could say the same for your escort. The fuck's she doing here, didn’t she get the memo that the strip club's down the road?” He retorted, walking towards the bar and Kendall followed closely behind.
“Fuck off- seriously, why are you here?” Kendall interrogated, choosing to ignore his brother's commentary, though he wanted to agree, your outfit didn't sit well with him either.
“Fucking came to find Mattson, see if the deal will stick. I can’t reach him, he’s being a fucking tease.” Roman said frustrated, raking a hand through his hair, his eyes trailed off looking behind Kendall freezing, a slow smirk made its way onto his face. “But it looks like your whore found him first.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?” Kendall turned around confused, his scoped around, before finally landing on you. He shoved his way through the crowd, Roman hot on his tail.
“Kendall just- I’ll fucking deal with it. You’re gonna fuck up the deal.” Roman hissed, grabbing Kendall by the arm, but he shrugged him off making his way to the table, slamming his half empty glass on the table.
You looked up, surprised to see him, but made no move to remove yourself from the stranger. He didn’t have an issue tossing you to the side, ignoring you all night, so why should you. You sat comfortable on his lap, your arm wrapped around his shoulder, his breath tickling your neck, his arms around you, hands clasped together resting on your hip. “Hey baby.” You slurred from the endless drinks you shared with the guy you had just met. “This is my new friend…” you tried to think if he had given you a name.
“Mattson man, there you are. Been looking all over.” Roman hesitated making his way over, wearily eying you both tangled up in each other. The name sounded familiar to you, you felt like you had heard of him before but you couldn’t quite place it in your drunken mind. “Need to talk about the deal.” It all clicked in your head, Lukas Mattson, the man you had been cozying up with all night, the tech billionaire, the very same one that Kendall had been in negotiations with. Kendall stood eerily still, nostrils flaring, his fists curled by his sides.
“Well, I’m with company right now. So if you don’t mind-“ Mattson responded, gesturing towards you,
“Get up, we're leaving.” Kendall said lowly, holding himself back from doing something he’d regret, blowing the deal he’d spent months crafting. “Now.” You dropped your arm from Mattson squirming to get up.
“Come on, don't ruin the fun.” Mattson pouted, squeezing your hip, before you could even respond Kendall ripped you from Mattson and dragged you away. You looked back to see Roman and Mattson watching you with wide eyes. The car ride back was quiet, Kendall glared at the seat in front of him, shooting daggers, as if it had murdered his first born child, you were afraid he would chip a tooth from the tension in his jaw.
And that is what led to this very moment. Kendall jammed the key in the door, flinging it open, yanking you inside, slamming it shut, missing you by a millimeter before pinning you against it. His eyes were dark, almost animalistic, he watched you like prey, getting ready to sink his teeth in you, and you couldn’t help but feel an aching between your legs, excitement building up inside you. It was a craving deep down inside of you, a want that you knew only he could quell. You just wanted to shut your brain off, have Kendall ruin you, treat you like a whore, break you down, just to put you back together again.
“Did you have fun tonight baby?” He growled, stroking your jaw with his finger. “Hmm, enjoyed Mattson’s dick?” He roughly grabbed your jaw, forcing it up, making you look at him.
“Kendall I was just talking to him- I didn’t know-“ you stuttered, swallowing the lump in your throat.
“DON'T FUCKING LIE.” He yelled, slamming his fist into the door, beside your head. Your heart was pounding in your chest, the adrenaline pumping through your veins. “Is that who you wanted to impress? Is that why you chose to dress like a fucking slut?” He shook you by your jaw, when he got no response. “Fucking answer me.” He barked.
“So what if I did?” You retaliated, wanting to see how far you could push him, before he would have his way with you. “At least Mattson would actually fuck me, maybe even 2 or 3 rounds. He seems like the type-“
In the blink of an eye Kendall had dragged you over to the sofa, throwing you over his thighs, you gasped as his hand fisted your hair craning your neck back.
“You’re gonna fucking regret that.” He growled, his words dripping with hot liquid rage in your ear, before releasing you.
Before you could even catch your breath, his hand came into contact with your ass, the slap echoing through the entire apartment. You bit back a moan, you squirmed feeling the sharp sting, he grabbed both your wrists forcing them behind your back, holding them firm.
“Shhh baby, the more you resist the harder this gets.” He cooed, his hand soothing over your right cheek, over your dress, he pulled it up bunching it around your waist, grazing your hot skin before drawing his hand back and it came colliding down on your left cheek this time, with twice as much force, you cried out, tears pricking at your eyes. You could feel the wetness spreading in your panties, with each blow to your ass.
“Not another sound.” Kendall warned you, before you received another harsh slap, a whimper escaping you. “Tsk tsk tsk bad girl.” Kendall scolded before shoving his entire tie in your mouth, rolling it into a ball, tucking in the loose ends. “You deserve to be punished, you’ve been a bad girl.” He growled with another violent forceful smack, you let out a muffled whimper, squeezing your eyes shut feeling every cell on your buttocks ache.
He pulled your panties down, spreading your legs slightly, he slowly slid his fingers down up and down your slit, stopping mere micrometers away from your clit each time.
“You’re so fucking pathetic, so fucking wet already.” He let out a dark chuckle. He continued his slow movements, before finally trailing down to your touch starved clit, rubbing circles, you were a puddle, your cunt dripping onto his slacks. You sighed in relief, grinding your hips against his hand.
He let go of your wrists, replacing them with your neck, arching your back up forcing you closer to him, his hot breath on your neck. “Tell me, do you like to piss me off, just so I punish you?” He taunted, his fingers picking up their pace around your swollen nub, you panted unable to respond, through his tie gagging you, trying to breathe through your nose.
Without warning he shoved two fingers in you, you cried out, your walls clenching around him as he set a brutal pace. His hands around your throat making you see stars, you felt so close, your walls pulsated around his fingers.
“Do you want to cum baby?” He cooed, flipping you over so your pink ass was now resting on his thighs, one arm wrapping around your shoulders for stability and the other still sandwiched between your legs.
You desperately nodded, looking up at him with glossy eyes, saliva drooling down your chin, your jaw ached hanging down.
“Are you close, baby?” You whimpered in response shutting your eyes, tears threatening to spill, you felt your climax approaching fast, as Kendall continued finger fucking you, his thumb finding your clit, he kept his eyes trained onto you as you squirmed in his lap, your ass rubbing on his hardened cock. “Oh but baby, you can’t cum yet. That’s an order.”
Your eyes rolled back into your head, it was all too much, you rode out your high, you clenched around his fingers, eyes squeezing shut as tears escaped the corners of your eyes as Kendall fucked you through your orgasm.
He released his fingers from you holding your shaking legs for a moment. You were panicking now, your chest tightened from the lack of oxygen, you were on the brink of falling into darkness. You frantically tapped his arm twice, he immediately reached up and removed his tie, now drenched in saliva out of your mouth, you gasped for air, letting out a chocked sob. “Yellow light.”
Kendall’s whole demeanour changed, he was back to being your sweet caring boyfriend now, he nuzzled your face into his neck, soothing your hair, pressing kisses into your temple, as your body melted into his, your breathing regulating once again. He pulled away, cradling your face with his hands, wiping a few stray tears away from your damp cheeks, his soft hazel eyes boring into yours.
“Are you okay-“ he began to apologise.
“Green light.” You cut him off, sliding your thighs on either of his, regaining some of your strength, not wanting to stop. You feared if you let him speak anymore he would leave you alone again, and you couldn’t be alone tonight, you needed to be with him.
He stared at you concerned, he didn’t want to hurt you, not again. He didn’t like this side of himself, but you brought out the worst in him, and he had thought you enjoyed it, but now in his guilt ridden mind he thought so otherwise.
“No, I’m not doing this anymore.” He muttered, as the panic he had felt moments prior was just beginning to wash out of his system, he didn’t want to hurt you.
You two had discussed protocol and safety measures, a part of him was angry at you for not signalling him beforehand and the other part of him was mad at himself, had you done it to please him he thought, it broke him to think that you were doing it for his pleasure and not yours.
You looked down from his eyes to his lips, crashing into him, you took him by surprise, but he didn’t hesitate to devour your mouth whole, like he had been starved for years. Your tongues battled, you moaned into his mouth, feeling his scalding hot touch on your bright red bottom, feeling his boner press against your sensitive clit.
You broke the kiss. “Kendall, green light. I can take it. I want it.” You said firmly.
“You fucking signal me if you feel like you’re gonna fucking pass out. Not when you're half unconscious.” He said gripping your shoulders, shaking them to emphasise his concern, making sure you understood. “Traffic lights. Say it.”
“Red, yellow, green.” You nodded.
“Did I give you permission to cum before?” He asked, pushing you off his lap, your knees collided with the cold tile with a harsh thud. He got up from the sofa stepping to kneel behind you. He was back, the version of him that you loved.
“No.” You felt him unzip your dress, tearing it off you in one quick motion, grabbing your neck and shoving it down into the cushioned sofa.
“This fucking dress you put on, letting everyone eye fuck you, practically undress you.” He grunted. “Count.”
You had barely registered his word, your ears were ringing, waiting in anticipation. The first slap was more forceful than the previous ones, your body jolted. Kendall groaned, seeing your ass jiggle with the recoil.
“One.” You whimpered. The second was on your other cheek and made you clench around nothing. Kendall stared at your ass and glistening pussy, and felt his cock twitch. “Two.”
He landed the next two much harder on both cheeks simultaneously and you feel tears form in your eyes, yet you continued to count, digging your nails into the sofa. He smacked you with the force of the entire Israeli army, it was brutal. “Three, Four.” You cried out, your bottom lip trembling, tears streaming down your face along with your mascara.
He paused for a moment hearing the tremble in voice, seeing your knees shake uncontrollably. “Green light.” You shouted, earning two sharp, bruising spanks again on either cheek earning a yelp from you.
“Don't fucking raise your voice at me.” He barked in your ear, fisting your hair, sharply pulling you up against his chest. “What number?”
“Uhm- I- seven?” You scrambled trying to remember, but all you could focus on was your cunt dripping juices down your thigh on to the marble floor below you, aching for him to be inside you already. “No- fuck- six, seven.”
“Tsk.” Kendall clasped his tongue, burying you back down, your nose flat against the plush cushions, lips parted. “You had one job baby.” He sighed, you heard the familiar sound of metal unclamping as he unhooked his belt, he grazed the cool leather over your burning skin. “4 left.”
You heard his belt slice through the air, before coming in contact with your skin, the searing pain sent you crashing to the ground, your knees bucking out from under you. You reached a hand out to alleviate the agonizing hot white pain but Kendall seized your hands behind your back. “Count.”
“Six.” You sobbed, your body reeled with the aftermath of his belt. He retrieved his damp tie, wrapping it around your wrists, your shoulders straining back at an awkward angle, he pressed your neck down again, this time cheek colliding with the damp marble your knees rested on moments before.
“Ass up.” You complied, bucking your hips up in the air, he trailed his belt down your spine, sending a shiver down your entire body, right down to your aching centre. In a quick zig zap motion, he struck you twice with the belt, in one swing, you wailed out, your tears mixing with the juices from your desperate cunt, that despite all the excruciating blows was still ready for more, anything it took to have Kendall’s cock in you. “Seven, eight.” You whimpered, squeezing your eyes shut. Just 2 more left you thought to yourself, you knew you could do it, you’d done it before.
“Do you need a break?” He asked rubbing a soothing hand over your burning cheeks.
“No,” you braced yourself for the next blow but instead you felt his hot breath at your cunt. You felt his tongue trail up your thigh, licking up all your juices, not letting a single drop go to waste.
Your legs trembled as his tongue inched closer and closer to your pussy. Your breath hitched, feeling his tongue swirling around your clit, his lips sucking on your tender bundle of nerves. He groped your ass cheeks, pulling them apart to fit his face snug between your legs. A moan escaped you as his tongue trailed up your slit, between your folds before his tongue started prodding you entrance. All the pain left your system as waves of pleasure pulsed through you.
You couldn’t form any coherent words, he inserted two digits into your aching cunt pumping them at a pace that made you gasp.
“Kendall please,” you begged. His hot mouth was back on your clit, working you up to your second orgasm. “I’m so close.” But before you could release he pulled himself off you, expertly teasing you.
He struck the belt against your lower thighs, making you almost crumble to the ground, but you somehow found the strength in you to sway slightly, regaining your balance. “Nine.” You got out through gritted teeth, you had become one with the pain now, welcoming it with open arms.
The last blow almost sent you crashing to the ground again before Kendall intervened, you but into your bottom lip to suppress a scream, the taste of metal filled your mouth. He untied your hands, he pulling you up, assessing the damage. He sat on the floor criss-crossed pulling you into his lap to straddle him, you collapsed against him, your head resting on his shoulder. He gave you the time you needed to recover, massaged your deep red stained ass cheeks, you flinched when his fingers grazed a particularly painful mark his belt had left.
“You did so good baby, breathe now, just relax.” He cooed showering your face with kisses.
You pushed yourself off his shoulder, looking up at him with heavy eyelids, mustering up whatever ounce of energy you had left. “Green light.” You pleaded, desperate to feel his cock inside you.
His brows furrowed as he traced his thumb over your torn up lip, blood dripping down your chin. “No.” He snapped. “Red light, I’m saying red light.”
“Kendall please-“ tears blurring your vision as your lip trembled. He stood up, hoisting you up, placing his hands under your thighs, careful not to touch your raw skin, you clung onto his neck, trying to hide your tears, but he didn’t miss a sniffle that escaped.
He feared he had pushed you too far, he had hurt you. But the pain you were feeling was in your chest, he was denying you for a second time. He made it to the bedroom, gently placing you on your back, you desperately clawed at his neck, not wanting him to leave you again, but you couldn’t bring yourself to ask him to stay. He removed your nails from his skin, every ounce of hope you had left, slowly deflated with each footstep as he retreated from the bedroom.
Shifting to your side of the bed, you turned your back to lay on your side, soft sobs racked your body. You felt an icy hot sensation against your ass but it brought you no comfort, you needed to relieve the ache in your heart that beat for him. You hadn’t realised Kendall had returned until you felt him wrap his arms around you, a cool compress rested against his thigh which pressed up against you. He felt your sobs vibrate through his body.
“Was I too rough?” He rasped, into your hair. His words made you weep even harder, tonight was the closest you had felt to him all month, you had wanted him so bad, you wanted him to take you like he meant it, like he wanted you, craved you just like you did him.
“Baby please say something.” His voice cracked. “Please just say anything. I can’t see you like this. Please. Tell me, where does it hurt?”
You rolled over in his arms, turning to face him, burying your face in his shirt. You shook your head. “I love you so much Kendall, that it hurts.” You cried.
He rested a gentle hand on your cheek, forcing you to look at him, muttering your name “I love you too.”
“It doesn’t feel like it.” You got out between hiccups. “You treat me like a chore, like a forgotten houseplant— you don’t even bother to water anymore.”
“I’m sorry.” His eyes softened, he blinked back tears. His heart ached seeing you like this, he wished he could go back in time now more than ever, and change everything. He wished he could show you just how much he cared for you. You were the single most important thing in his life, the only person who stuck by his side, only you could save him from himself. He was nothing without you.
“I’m sorry that- that I’ve been so terrible to you, for you to even think that. You are everything to me. I don’t care about anything else, and I’m sorry it’s taken me so fucking long to realise that.” A few stray tears shed his eyes.
“I love you so fucking much, please— just give me a chance to prove it to you. I— I’ll quit my job tomorrow, just say the words— and I’ll fucking do it. You are my life, nothing else matters when I’m with you.” He sniffled, delicately clasping your hand in his, placing it on his chest, above his thumping heart.
Your heart had never felt so full, hearing his sweet words, drenching your insides in honey, you reached up, closing the gap between you with a kiss. It was different, full of love and devotion, his lips were soft against yours, salty with remnants of both your tears. He deepened the kiss, sliding his tongue over yours, his arms carefully trailed up your spine, he was holding you like glass, your sweet vanilla boyfriend was back.
“Kendall-“ you pulled away breathless.
“What is it baby?”
“Green light.” You whined, hooking a leg over his grinding your wetness on him, reawakening his cock.
“No, not tonight baby.” He stroked your hair, tucking it behind your ear. “I want to make love to you tonight.” He said shifting, he was now hovering over you, kissing down your neck, trailing kisses all the way down to your breasts. He devoured them, sucking your nipples as it were the last time he would be able to ever touch them. You gasped, arching your back, as he bit down on one, leaving his mark.
“Kendall, please don’t tease me.” You panted desperately, you needed him now, you had waited far too long. You fumbled with his pants, undoing the button, he helped you pull them off, you hastily unbuttoned his shirt throwing it over his shoulder. You watched his cock, bounce against his stomach, glistening with precum. “I need you now.”
He gazed in your eyes, leaving one last tender kiss on your swollen lips. His hand trailed down to your primed pussy, a hoarse moan escaping your lips as he rubbed circles around your clit, you squirmed on the bed, wincing as the mattress rubbed against you, but you ignored it, nothing mattered anymore, you had him back.
He gripped your hips, kissing you again on the mouth before slamming into you with no warning, knocking the air out of your lungs, you cried out but his lips absorbed your scream. You dug your nails into his biceps, you were so tight since your cunt had been left vacant for such a long time.
“Fuck- I missed you so much.” He groaned, letting your walls accommodate his girth. “You’re so fucking tight.”
“Who’s fault is that,” You said breathless. “Please, please just fuck me.” You didn’t care about his needy and desperate you sounded, you buried your pride 6 feet deep, covering it in rose petals.
“Dont get smart with me,” He growled, pulling out of you, ramming back in at a brutal pace, you gasped feeling every inch, every vein, pounding into you. He lifted your legs, throwing them over his shoulders, you could feel him so deep in you, hitting that sweet spot in you repeatedly. “Could Mattson fuck you like this?”
“No,“ You cried out, in ecstasy. His cock was like a drug and you were hooked for life, you would go insane if you didn’t your fix. “Nobody.”
He fucked you relentlessly, relishing every ache you had for him. You were way past the point of making any sound, you let out long shaky breaths, as the tension in your lower stomach built up, he could feel you getting close, feeling your legs tremble on his shoulders, how your walls were pulsating around his cock practically milking it. He didn’t know how much longer he could last, he was surprised he even made it this far.
“This pussy is mine, you’re mine,” He grunted, his hips harshly meeting your with each thrust. “Never forget that.” His words dropped with a venomous possessiveness that made your walls subconsciously flutter around him.
”Yours,” you whispered, as his eyes pierced into your own. “I’m only yours. Forever.”
“Baby you're so close, cum for me.” He spat down on your clit, and began massaging a thumb into you, working up a rhythm. It wasn’t long before he sent you spiralling over the edge. You let out a chocked sob, throwing your head back into the pillows as he fucked you through your orgasm, your legs spasming in his grip, cunt clenching around him.
“You’re so good, you’re always so fucking good for me.” He rasped coming undone inside you, collapsing on you, head resting in the crook of your neck, heaving against your chest. You ran your hands through his hair. He lay there for a moment before rolling off you, turning to face you.
“Are you okay, do you need anything?” He asked, cradling your jaw.
You shook your head no, trying to catch your breath. He wordlessly scooped you up, one hand under your knees and the other around your waist, carrying you to the bathroom, you hung into him with weak arms, your entire body ached from the overwhelming night. He sat on the edge of the bathtub, turning on the faucet and filling it with your favourite essential oils, throwing in a pink bath bomb.
“I love you.” You murmured into his neck.
“I love you.” He responded, kissing your temple and placed you in the scalding hot water, sliding in behind you, your body melted into him, letting the water soothe you. He made you cum two more times that night, making up for the past absence of his touch.
You wondered if he could stay true to his word, and he did. The following weeks, he went to work as usual but when he was home, with you he was fully present, cooking dinner for you, showing his appreciation for a second chance. He priortized you, kept his phone on do not disturb mode, giving you his full attention. You wondered how long he could keep it up, but tried not to think about it, savouring every moment.