warnings: smut!! established d/s relationship, use of daddy, spotlight system (only green used), breath play, some degradation, unprotected sex

word count: 2.5k

you all asked for this one!! this was definitely the most requested chapter from last chapter so here it is! hope it lives up to expectations

this is actually a deleted smut scene from a bdsm fic i'm writing (let me know if you wanna read that!!) which is why these characters already have an established relationship and there's a tiny bit of backstory. but i edited it to be a one shot! enjoy!

matthew hasn't been home to las vegas in a long time. he has been busy with work and movies and drama with some friends. so as soon as his schedule cleared up in the slightest, i jumped on the opportunity to get him home to see his family. it took a bit of convincing but he finally agreed to take the trip out. a six hour car ride later, we arrived at his las vegas home and went to visit his family.

but matthew has a weird affinity for backyard barbecues. he told me that he used to have them with family all the time when he was a kid and insisted on having his family over to his house to have one. he wants to have everyone over to catch up, to grill some burgers, and to swim in the pool.

so the next morning, i get ready in a skimpy bikini, just to tease matthew, and skip around. and i make sure to get in my bikini hours before anyone is supposed to come over. i wouldn't want his family to see this anyway.

i'm in the kitchen, making myself a cup of coffee when matthew comes strolling in from his morning shower with only a towel wrapped around his waist. "i smell coffee!" he sing songs, too busy tucking the towel in and not looking up.

"got it here!" i exclaim, holding up a mug for him.

he finally looks up, water dripping down his face and chest, his eyes widening. his eyes shamelessly drag up and down my body, then lock with mine. "why are you wearing that right now?"

i hold his cup of coffee out to him again with a shrug. "didn't think it was worth it to put on a whole other outfit when i'm gonna eventually put on this to swim. makes sense, right? less laundry."

i turn my back to matthew to put sugar in my cup of coffee. he comes up behind me, his hands splaying out over both of my cheeks, squeezing softly. a gasp falls from my mouth as i melt into him, his hands sliding to my hips.

"you're sure you put this on for less laundry?" matthew leans in close to my ear, his warm breath bringing goosebumps to the surface of my skin. "or did you put this on to tease me?"

i drop my head back against matthew's shoulder, turning to whisper right back. "i don't wanna have to go out and get more laundry detergent."

matthew groans, using his free hand to grab a handful of my hair. he throws me down over the island, pushing between my shoulder blades to keep me from moving. his fingers instantly drag up and down my thighs, toying with the hem of my bikini bottoms. "i'm gonna ask you some questions and if you don't answer correctly, there's going to be consequences."

i twist my head to look back at him, my eyes wide and my lips pursed. his jaw is cleaned and his eyes are fixated on my bottom half, just like i wanted them to when i put on this g-string bikini. then he rolls his eyes and locks eyes with me.

"do you think a good, well-behaved sub would walk around in this tiny bikini," he hooks his finger in the string and snaps it against the skin on my hip, making me yelp, "to taunt her daddy?"

i consider lying. i consider what i will get out of an honest answer and what i won't get out of a dishonest answer. the answer to both: an orgasm. and i need one today. we were too tired to fool around the last two nights and we haven't had sex in almost a week. and if the pool between my thighs isn't enough of a tell of how badly i need an orgasm, nothing else will.

"no," i finally decide to be honest.

with my answer, matthew's hand slides down to my dropping cunt, circling it above my bottoms. "and do you think a good, well-behaved sub would break the rules that her daddy made to keep her in her place?"

"no," i respond again. i shift my hips against the counter, grabbing onto the edge of the marble to keep myself up.

"what's your color?" matthew's fingers move my bikini bottoms to the side, sliding through my sipping pussy, collecting the wetness and spreading it to my clit.

my knees nearly buckle as the pleasure starts coursing through me, my eyes rolling back. "green. i'm so green."

"of course you are," matthew let's out an annoyed scoff, throwing his towel onto the ground and rubbing his hand through his wet curls. "this is what you wanted, huh? you wanted to get daddy's attention by wearing this tiny bikini."

"i did," i breathe out, pushing my hips against his hand, searching for more pleasure than i'm getting. matthew slips two fingers inside of me easily and curls them against that perfect spot he always finds. i cry out, trying to arch back into him but he's holding me down by my shoulders.

"no, no, you don't get to move. absolutely not," he pumps his fingers in and out of me, his thumb bumping up against my clit with every thrust. "what makes you think you can push up against me when all you've done is today is disobey me?"

"i'm sorry!" i exclaim desperately with a pout. "i just— i'm—"

"you're what?" matthew mocks me without any mercy, speeding up the ministrations of his fingers. "can't speak? huh? little slut can't even tell me what she wants."

"i want you!" i finally manage to cry out. "i want you, daddy! i want you to fuck me."

matthew huffs out a breath again, bringing me right to the brink of orgasm and then pulling his hands away. a whine falls from my lips before i can stop it, my hips wiggling against the marble as i push myself onto my elbows for support. but before i know it, matthew's hands are back on my bikini bottoms, tugging them down my legs and letting them hang around my knees.

"remember your colors, okay?" matthew slides his hands up and down my exposed back, the tip of his cock just barely pressing against my cunt.

"i will," i nod quickly, reaching behind my back to intertwine one of our hands. matthew grabs on, setting out hands against my back and sliding his thumb against my knuckles. "i'm green."

i hear matthew letting a string of spit fall from his lips and to his cock, free hand spreading it across him. my jaw drops when he pushes into me in one thrust, filling me up in the way that only he can.

"oh, fuck," matthew grumbles, tangling his hand in my hair and pulling my head up so i'm arched against him. "you're so tight." the pleasure is instantly consuming me as matthew sets a quick, brutal pace, the sound of our skin slapping together echoing off the kitchen walls.

"oh, please," i reach my other hand back and matthew grabs onto both of mine with one hand, the other coming to my neck, pulling my head back against his shoulder. "i need it so bad. please, daddy, please."

"need what, angel? what could you possibly need from me after being such a tease all day?" matthew is growling in my ear, thrusting into me with all his might, grasping my neck. "why do you think i should give you anything after you broke my rules?"

"i'll be good! i'll be so good for you, baby. please! i need to cum," i cry out, pulling one of my hands away from ours at my back to grab the wrist at my neck. "i'll be good."

"will you? i don't believe you," he's getting breathless as he fucks me into oblivion, sweat dripping down my back with every thrust.

"please, believe me," i cry, turning my head to press messy, wet kisses to matthew's neck. "i'll be good for you, daddy. please let me cum."

"no," his voice comes out icy cold as his hand tightens around my neck, making my head go light and fuzzy. he thrusts into me particularly hard, hitting those deep spots inside of me. "daddy's gonna cum inside of you, okay, angel?"

"give me your cum, please, i want it so bad," i beg shamelessly, once again turning to press our lips together. matthew groans into my mouth, hands squeezing where he's grasping as he buries himself deep in me, coating me in his warm release. "feels so good, baby."

"yeah?" matthew breathes out, kissing my lips one more time. "did you cum?"

"no," i whine out, grasping his wrist.

he quickly pulls out of me, withdrawing his hands and letting me crash down on the marble, catching myself on my elbows. "since you were so keen on breaking my rules and teasing me, you can get yourself off."

i whine again, flipping around to my back and propping my feet up on the marble. matthew is standing right in front of me with his arms crossed, face stoney and serious. i pout at him, hoping to get a bit of sympathy, but he doesn't even react.

"i—" i bring my fingers to my ultra-sensitive clit and gasp, "i can get myself off?"

"either you get yourself off or you accept that all you're getting today is my load in your pussy. you pick."

i decide the obvious answer— that i'm way too horny to accept not cumming. so i pick up the pace of my fingers, circling my clit in the way matthew always does to get me off. and it feels good but not nearly as good as when he does it.

matthew's load starts to drip out of me so, keeping perfect eye contact with him, i dip my fingers into my pussy and collect some of his release. i bring my fingers up to my mouth and suck off our combined mess, letting a bit trail down my chin. matthew rolls his eyes at me and leans against the counter, his arms still crossed and far away from me.

i bring my fingers back to my pussy and push two inside, pressing the heel of my hand against my clit. the pleasure starts to grow again but not nearly as intensely as when matthew was fucking me. my face melts into a desperate pout again, pleading with matthew.

"please," i say for the millionth time, trying to get my fingers to hit the spots he usually can. "it doesn't feel as good without you. please, baby."

and still, i get nothing. i start to reconcile with not getting off today and having to be hot and bothered in front of matthew's family. getting off like this, if even possible, would be wildly unsatisfying and i'd be wishing for more that i can't get. so i just collapse back against the counter, dropping my hand to the side and trying to catch my breath. i stare up at the ceiling and wish the throbbing between my legs away.

"you know," matthew suddenly says, "you are the luckiest girl in the world to have such a nice, forgiving, understanding dom like me, right?"

my head pops up, watching him saunter just a little closer to me, wedged right between my opened legs. "yes! yes, i am. you're the best, daddy."

"hmm," he hums approvingly. "are you gonna tease daddy for the rest of the day?"

"no, i won't. no teasing," i shake my head quickly, feeling his fingers starting to circle my clit. "no more. i'll be good for you."

"and you won't break anymore of daddy's rules?" two of his fingers slip inside of me and curl, not thrusting but just toying at what he knows will get me off.

"i'll follow the rules," i quickly insist. "i'll be so good for you, daddy. i'll be the best girl." and then his fingers start curling and pumping in and out of me, his palm up against my clit. i cry out his name, tossing my head back as my body starts to shake. "i'm so close!"

"then cum for me," matthew practically snaps. "if you take too long, then i'm gonna think you don't want it. and if you don't want it, i'm not going to waste my time making you cum."

"i want it!" i'm nearly screaming now, pushing against his hand. "i want it so bad. so fucking bad. just please don't stop. i'm gonna cum."

matthew chuckles condescendingly, finger fucking me faster and pushing me over the edge. i cry out his name, gripping onto my hair for something to ground me. but matthew doesn't slow down in the slightest, even when my orgasm starts to fade.

"too much," i gasp out, trying to reach for his hand and push it away. "it's too much, too much!"

"you wanted to cum, didn't you? so you're going to cum again," matthew sneers, grabbing onto my hand and pressing it to my stomach to keep me in place. "cum again. i know you can do it. cum for me."

his little bit of encouragement spurs me to cum again, releasing all over his fingers as i try not to recoil away. and just when i feel like i need to give up, matthew's fingers slow down and still inside of me.

"there you go," matthew coos, slipping his fingers out of me, covered in our combined release. "there's my girl. how'd that feel?" i lift my head just slightly, looking at him with half closed eyes. i open my mouth to speak but all that comes outs a small squeak. he laughs, grabbing his towel from the floor to clean me up.

"god," i breathe out as he wipes me down and helps me sit up. "i'm glad that plan worked."

matthew laughs and rolls his eyes, wrapping his arm around my waist. "you're a fucking brat. how are you feeling?"

"i'm okay," i respond, tucking my face in the crook of his neck. "that felt so good. thank you."

"you're welcome," he pressed kisses to my shoulder, trailing up my neck and my jaw. "and i love you, but i'd prefer if you didn't wear this when my family comes over."

"oh, that was never the plan. i have something else to wear," i'm still panting and trying to completely catch my breath, eyes closed for a moment before i look up and see matthew's smug face, towel wrapped around him again. "i gotta go get cleaned up." but i slip off the counter and immediately unravel the towel from matthew's waist, running away before he can catch me to get it back. "catch me if you can, daddy."