word count: 4.9k

warnings: a lot of smut, use of safe word, little bit of degradation, praise kink, thigh riding, male masturbation, some alcohol consumption (but not a lot)

based off a twitter porn vid lol

matthew tends to get in moods where all he wants is to be handsy and grab at my clothes and be in bed with me. it's nice and i love the attention, and usually, when he's like that, he wants to be rough and bite and leave marks and be degrading. usually, i love that. but rarely, i don't have the heart or the mental strength to handle matthew's dominance.

but tonight, we have to go to an event together. it's a black tie event that calls for matthew to be in a dashing suit and for me to wear my sleek, silk, dark green dress that i've been dying to wear. it's been a hard week though. matthew and i had an argument at the beginning of the week that left him sleeping on the couch for two days, and my boss was being an asshole and making comments about me, my body, and the way i work. it all just builds up by the end of the week, and when saturday night comes and i'm getting ready for the event, i'm in such a fragile state.

i stand in front of the mirror and step into my heels, staring at my reflection and picking apart every little detail that seems off. my stomach pouch seems more prominent today and the slinky fabric does nothing to hide it, there's a zit right at my hairline that has been there for two weeks, one of my curls is unraveling and turning straight, the lipstick on my top lip is just a tiny bit uneven, the left strap of my dress keeps falling down my arm. i should be feeling beautiful, but i don't feel right.

"wow," matthew's voice makes me jump, and i turn to see him leaning against the door frame. "i didn't think it was possible for you to get even more beautiful, but i stand corrected."

i give him an uneasy smile and move from the mirror, grabbing my bracelet and slipping it on. i quickly clip my necklace on and grab my bag and turn to leave, but matthew's arm stops me. "hey, what's up? you didn't- you didn't say anything. you usually argue with me when i compliment you."

"yeah, i, um," i place my hand on top of his arm and try to give him a convincing smile, "i'm just a little tired. it's- don't worry."

"if you're tired then you don't have to go. i can go alone," matthew follows me down the stairs as i grab a jacket from the coat rack.

"i wanna go. i'm just kinda tired," i give him one more smile and head out the door, climbing into the passenger seat of his car and waiting patiently to leave.

the beginning of the party is excruciating. i manage to nab some wine and it helps to calm me down and mellow me out, but the more wine i drink, the more my words slur and the more loose i get, and the more i start drooling over matthew in his suit.

he's standing across the room, laughing with some people i don't recognize and occasionally tugging his tie just a little looser. his smile lights up the room and i can hear his laugh from here. and the more i stare at him, the more i start to worry that i'll have a wet spot on the back of my dress when i stand up. but i take that risk, rising to my feet and sauntering over to my boyfriend. i slip under his arm and smile at everyone, taking the last long drink of my wine when i interject myself into their conversation.

"do you wanna go dance?" matthew whispers to me, nodding his head towards the dance floor.

he whisks me away and wraps his arms around my waist, pulling my front against his and swaying our hips back and forth. "are you feeling better now than you were before?"

"mhm," i rest my head against his chest as we sway, feeling matthew's fingertips travel up and down my skin, exposed by the drop back of my dress.

"you really are stunning, love," matthew's lips press against my cheek before traveling down my neck and to my shoulder. "this dress looks magnificent on you, but i'm sure it would look better on the floor." his teeth tease at the sensitive skin on my neck, probably leaving a mark for tomorrow. a whine involuntarily leaves my mouth when he sucks on my skin, hands gripping my waistline.

"fuck, matthew, we're in public," i curse, my eyelids fluttering closed. "we could-"

"we could what? get caught?" he sneers, dragging his lips back up to my cheek. "you'd like that though, wouldn't you? because you want people to see what a little whore you are. don't you?" matthew captures my lips in a kiss before i can respond, and the second we pull away, he's grabbing my hand and tugging me away from the dance floor. "we've been here long enough. we're going home."

the drive home consists of matthew's hand squeezing my thigh and my pounding heart paired with the anticipation of what is to come when we get home. and for some reason, the words that matthew said to me on the dance floor keep repeating in my mind. yes, i normally like taking risks in public and the thought of getting caught is exciting, but it just didn't seem right tonight. matthew's words didn't make the butterflies in my stomach awaken or shivers run down my skin. they stung a little bit.

so when matthew pushes me against the closed front door and starts shrugging off his jacket, lips pressed against mine and moving fervently, i'm not completely engaged. my mind is elsewhere, maybe even back in the ballroom.

but i'm jolted back to my current position when matthew bites into my shoulder, the pain coursing down to my fingertips. i let out a whine, but it's more of a whine of discomfort than one of pleasure.

"matthew," i utter his name with the least amount of confidence as he kisses my chest. "wait, baby, please, don't- just- red, red."

he's off in less than a second, pulling back to assess the situation. he finds me almost collapsed against the door with my eyes half closed and my chest heaving, one hand reaching for the collar of his shirt.

"what's wrong, sweetheart? talk to me. tell me what's going on in your head," he puts his hand on my cheek gently, stroking my skin with his thumb. "we didn't even get into anything too rough. what's going on?"

"i just-" my bottom lip quivers as i fend off tears. "i want you."

"you want me? can you tell me what that means?" he brings me away from the door and into the living room, sitting me down on the couch and crouching in front of me. "i'm here to listen, okay? just breathe. i'm right here."

i sniffle as i nod, wiping away my tears. my hands drop down to matthew's shoulders, playing with the fabric between my fingers. "i want you," i repeat, only to get a confused eyebrow raise from matthew. "i don't want you to be mean. i want you to be nice." his eyebrows drop in realization and he takes my hands in his, pressing kisses to my knuckles. "i want my soft dom."

"okay," he whispers, sitting up on his knees and pulling me into his arms. "i wish you would've said something earlier."

"i was just shy. and i thought i would be okay. i just- i can't handle being called a whore right now, even if it's from you."

"you're not a whore. i never mean it when i say it," matthew says, pressing his lips over the bite mark on my shoulder. "i love you so, so much and i'm sorry that i made you uncomfortable."

"can we go upstairs?" i ask softly, nervously.

"yes, of course we can. are you sure you wanna keep going? we can stop completely and just go to bed," matthew sweeps me into his arms and carries me up the stairs, letting me kick open our bedroom door and then close it as he passes through.

"i wanna keep going. i just want you to be nice," matthew sets me down and sits on the bed, leaving me standing between his legs.

"i'll be nice, don't worry. i'm gonna worship you like the goddess you are," he pulls me against his chest, pressing kisses to the curve of my breasts, nuzzling his nose against my skin. "can i take this off?" he runs the tip of his finger across the strap, tapping my hip to get me to turn.

his warm fingers unzip my dress and let it pool to the floor at my feet, keeping his hands on my hips as i kick it aside. then he leans down to unclip my shoes and throws them in the general direction of the closet.

left in only flimsy lace panties, matthew presses kisses along my spine, fingertips traveling all over my body, from my hips to my knees and up my arms. "anything you want," he whispers, "just tell me. tonight is about you. anything you want me to do, i'll do it."

i twist around in his arms, placing my hands on his shoulders and starting to pull on the collar of his dress shirt. "take this off?" he nods and lets me loosen his tie and pull it off then get work on unbuttoning his shirt. i'm not normally the one who takes off his clothes- i'm usually tied up and watching him undress himself- and my hands are trembling so it takes me a little longer than normal.

"i've got you, baby doll," he takes my hands and brings them up to his lips. "take a deep breath. and if you wanna stop at any time, just tell me, okay? take a breath."

i lean down and press my lips to his, continuing on the buttons. soon enough, i tug his shirt out of his trousers and reach for his belt, undoing that with much more ease and finesse than his shirt. the only sound in the room is our heavy breaths and clothes hitting the floor, and soon, the bed squeaks as matthew lays me down on my back.

"my angel," he whispers, kissing down my stomach and getting to the hem of my panties. he pulls them down my legs and drops them to the floor, leaving even more kisses on my inner thighs. "i wanna hear you, okay? i wanna hear all of the pretty noises you make. do you think you can do that for me?"

"yes," i nod, letting my head fall back as matthew finally gets to where i need him most, his tongue licking a long stroke up my slit, circling around my clit. my hands fly down to tangle in his hair and the curses start flying from my lips, but these things only egg him on.

matthew alternates between thrusting his tongue into me and sucking my clit. it's such a different feeling than the man who edges me until i cry and who ruins my orgasms and denies me of them when i've been bratty. but now he wants to hear all my moans and doesn't want to gag me, and he's letting me guide his head without swatting my hands away, and he's letting me squirm and shake without threatening to tie me to the bed. it's so different but it's so good. it's intoxicating. i always have control of our scenes, of course, but sometimes it doesn't feel like it. but now, i feel like i have complete control of what happens on this bed.

"oh my god, oh my god," i babble almost incoherently as my stomach twists up and my toes curl, legs tightening around matthew's head. my orgasm washes over me like a wave and my mouth hangs open in a silent scream, hands tangled in matthew's curls. "please don't stop, please don't stop, please."

matthew happily listens, continuing the circles around my clit as i come down from my orgasm, pushing his head away when it starts to become overwhelming. he pops his head up and grins at me, crawling up the bed between my legs and pressing his lips to mine.

"thank you," i whisper against his lips, unable to stray from my usual submissive nature. after all, he has drilled things, like thanking him for orgasms, into me. "thank you."

matthew doesn't respond, just sneaks his hand between our bodies and circles my clit. i gasp into his mouth when he slips two fingers into me, curling them upwards to hit that perfect spot. "one more, okay?" he whispers against my cheek. "one more and then i'll fuck you. can you do that for me? i think you can. you're such a perfect girl for me."

"yes, yes, i can," i nod breathlessly as he picks up the pace of his fingers, making that familiar warmth spread throughout my body. matthew locks his eyes with mine and he doesn't look away.

"come on, sweet girl. i've got you. let go. cum for me," i reach my other hand around and intertwine our free hands, bringing the back of his hand up to my lips as my second orgasm hits me. "good girl. there's my girl. there you go. breathe through it, i'm right here." his soft praises only make my orgasm that much better, my hand clenching his as tight as possible.

matthew slowly retracts his fingers, circling them around my clit for a second before bringing them up to his lips. i watch with a lazy smile as he sucks my juices off his fingers before leaning down to peck my lips. "can i fuck you, love? you got some more in you?"

"yes, please," i nod as i push myself onto my elbows to get closer to him.

"how do you want me? you wanna be on top or me on top?" matthew climbs off the bed for a split second to pull off his trousers and boxers (and thankfully his socks. sometimes he gets too excited and leaves his socks on. sometimes, on the brink of orgasm, i'll look down at his socks and start giggling. then he'll punish me for it.) and then climbs back beside me.

but before i can tell him what position i want us to be in, he starts to stroke over his bright red cock, letting out a soft sigh at the relief. it's such a beautiful sight and it suddenly becomes intoxicating. so i sit up on my knees and place my hand on matthew's shoulders, moving him so he's resting his back against the headboard. he puts his hands by his sides, expecting me to ride him. but instead, i grab onto his right hand and let a string of spit fall onto his palm, guiding his hand back to his cock that lay flush against his belly.

matthew raises his eyebrows at me in surprise as i sit back on my heels and wait for him to continue. "i wanna watch you," i speak shyly, placing my hands in my lap as i take a seat between his open legs. "please. if that's okay with you."

"whatever you want, princess," matthew happily nods and starts stroking his cock up and down, thumb circling the head every now and then. i'm entranced with the sight, practically drooling. he lets out the prettiest moans and whines as he touches himself, and every time he makes a sound, i'm gasping along with him.

i watch carefully, my fingers twitching with the need to touch him. but i work my patience, just settling with watching him touch himself. again, this is so different from the usual. usually, if i get the privilege to watch matthew touch himself, it's when i'm tied to the headboard and unable to touch him. he uses it as a punishment for when i'm a brat because he knows i love watching him. it usually makes me cry and scream for him but tonight, it lights a fire under me.

matthew brings his free hand forward and grabs my hand, intertwining our fingers once more. his forehead is scrunched up and his grip on my hand tightens as he gets closer and closer to his orgasm. he lets out a long whine as his head falls to the side, his hand slowing down.

"you look like an excited puppy," he chuckles breathlessly. "come here and give me a kiss, pup." he continues to stroke himself as i climb over his leg, straddling his thigh and putting my hands on his chest, leaning over to give him a kiss. i don't let the kisses go too long or too deep because i'm far too distracted by him, my eyes downcast. "why don't you," matthew doesn't bother to finish his sentence as his free hand pushes against my hip, bringing me down onto his thigh. "go ahead, baby. get yourself off on my leg."

i bring my hands up against my chest as i start to roll my hips back and forth on his thigh, bottom lip latched between my teeth when i start to get shockwaves of pleasure throughout my body. matthew smiles at my reactions and returns to stroking himself, his head tossed back against the headboard.

"god, you look so good like this," he groans. then he holds his hand out right under my mouth and i let more spit drip from my lips and into the palm of his hands. "thank you, doll face."

i'm not even focused on getting myself to an orgasm. i'm just watching him lose himself in pleasure and listening to his melodic moans as i roll my hips at the same speed his hand is going.

matthew tosses his head back against the headboard and quickly pulls his hand away from his cock, letting out a string of loud groans. the sight brings a smile to my face, seeing him laid out for me with his chest red and his cheeks flushed and his forehead sweaty. it's so pretty. he's so pretty.

he slowly lifts his head and makes eye contact with me, letting out a breathy laugh. "you're so lucky i love you. is this making you happy?"

i bring my hands up to my mouth as i nod like an excited child, a giggle falling from my lips. "you're so pretty. it's- i love you too."

matthew beams at the compliment, waving me over. "come sit on my cock, silly girl."

i nod obediently and crawl forward until i'm eye level with his cock. his instructions were clear on where he wants me to be, but he did say we could do what i wanted tonight. so i pause before i get to my destination, leaning down and taking the head of his cock into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the tip. i do what i know he loves and look up at him through my lashes as i trail my tongue up and down his shaft, once again hearing those beautiful moans and seeing his beautiful face.

"can you cum twice? i wanna make you cum," i beg, stroking him as i wait for the answer. "i want you to cum in my mouth."

matthew groans, grabbing a fistful of my hair and trying not to push me all the way down on him. "i can't promise you but i'll try. you want me to cum in your mouth, baby?"

"yes, yes please," i beg, taking him into my mouth once again and bobbing my head up and down. i bring my hand up to his on my head and push down a bit, signaling it's okay for him to push me. he doesn't need to be told twice and he starts easing me all the way down on his cock, his free hand on my cheek, thumb caressing my cheekbone.

"oh, fuck. that's so good. feels so good, baby. you're taking my cock so well. i'm so proud of you," he somehow manages to grunt out, bucking his hips just enough to make me gag. this is enough, though, because he lets out a loud groan and releases down my throat, hand gradually letting go of my hair. "you're so good at that, pet." i open my mouth and let my tongue hang out to show him that i've swallowed all of his cum, earning the proud smile i was yearning for. "that's my girl. always so good for me."

thankfully, he's still hard as i climb onto his lap, pressing my lips to his. matthew reaches between us and teases his cock along my slit, holding my waist as i slide down onto him. the moan i let out is long and high pitched and i have to pause when i've taken all of him so i can get adjusted. i shift around just a tiny bit and he goes deeper, making a whine fall from my lips.

"take your time, sweet girl. i've got you. we've got all the time in the world," matthew coos, his hands on my hips as he lounges back against the headboard. "you look so pretty like this, you know? so beautiful. my beautiful girl. you're all mine."

i gasp, starting to roll my hips. "i'm yours, i'm yours."

my rolling hips turn to bounces as i try to get him at deep as i can. my body is trembling with overstimulation and pleasure, and the more i bounce the harder it becomes to keep myself up. i try for matthew's sake to stay upright, but i wind up collapsing against his chest and burying my face in his neck with a cry. he pouts, bringing his hand up to my hair and holding me close.

"i've got you," he coos, his free hand moving to my ass. "lemme help, okay?"