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Daryl lost the bet. Not that he’d ever admit it, but he did it on purpose. The bet was simple; whoever killed the most walkers on the run got to be in charge in the bedroom that night. Now, don’t get him wrong. Daryl loved having you whimpering and crying out underneath him. However, you had only dominated him once when you got a little tipsy and wanted to take control, and he was pure putty in your hands. So, yes, maybe Daryl let you jump in and kill a few walkers that he could’ve gotten himself. No one had to know that, though.
So, here he was, stripped stark naked and tied down to the bed. His fingers flexed lazily around the rope that tied his hands to the bedpost as he watched you slowly undress yourself. You slipped your panties off, eyes hungrily raking over your boyfriend’s strong body. You paid attention to the way his muscles flexed in his arms as they grew tired and pulled gently at his binds.
“Ya gonna do somethin’ tonight?” He asked, sarcastically. “My arms ain’t gonna hold out furever.”
You only smiled sweetly at him as you got onto the bed and ran your hands up his legs and over his thighs. His cock was already half-hard as you took it into your hand and stroked him. He moaned out a quiet, “mmm, fuck,” as he became fully erect. You licked over your lips before leaning down and taking his tip into your warm mouth. You ran your tongue in circles over it a few times before tracing down the vein on the underside of his cock. He bucked his hips up and you pulled off of him, giving him a disapproving look.
“Don’t make me hold your hips down.” You chastised him. “The only pleasure you’re getting is what I decide to give you. Understand.”
He gritted his teeth in frustration but nodded. “Yes.”
“Yes what?”
“Yes, ma’am.” He almost huffed but stopped himself.
You gave him a nod of approval as you took him in your mouth once again. You took him all the way, nearly gagging at his size before pulling up halfway and inhaling a breath. You repeated this as he moaned above you. Appreciate whimpers were music to your ears as you felt his thighs start to shake. He was fighting not to buck up into your mouth once again for fear of you stopping. He was close, and you knew it. You had been together for almost two years now, and you knew every sign his body would give you.
“‘M gonna…” The sentence was cut short on his lips as you pulled off of him. You wiped at the corner of your mouth, effectively breaking the string of saliva that was connected to his cock. “The fuck?” He nearly growled as he looked down at you in confusion. You climbed up his body to straddle his thighs.
“Surely you didn’t think I’d let you cum so soon?” You teased him as you began grinding your bare pussy on his wet cock. He tried to move his hips with yours, desperate for more friction than what you were giving him. You stopped your movements and grabbed the base of his cock, holding him at your entrance.
“You want me to ride you, puppy?” You asked innocently, letting the tip of his cock breach you just barely. “Have to ask for it like a good boy. Only good boys get to fuck me.”
“Please,” he breathed out, lust-clouded eyes blinking up at you sweetly. “Please fuck me, ma’am. Need to feel ya on my cock. Need ya so bad.” He flicked his head to the side to get his hair out of his eyes; giving you the best puppy-dog look he could muster.
You gave in, sliding down his cock until you were sitting against his thighs. He moaned out gratefully, sucking in a deep breath at the sensation. You were so tight around him. “T-thank you.” He tugged at his bindings once again, desperate to touch you.
“Ah,” you reprimanded him. “Don’t pull. You’ll rub your wrists raw.”
He said nothing as you began to move up and down on him. You could hear his pants as you pleasured him. You watched the way his eyes screwed themselves shut in pleasure, then fluttered back open to watch you. You slid a hand into his hair as he hit your sweet spot and tugged, eliciting a beautiful whimper from him. “Like that, sweet boy?”
“Fuck, yes.” He leaned into your grip on him. “Harder, pl-please, ma’am.”
You obliged, tugging his hair harder and reveling in the moan that escaped him. He was so beautiful and sweet, and you couldn’t help but do what he asked. You picked up your pace, every thrust getting you closer to your release.
“Gonna cum for me?” You asked, rhetorically, “‘M close. Want you to fill me up as I cum on your cock. Can you do that for me, puppy?”
He nodded fervently, bucking his hips up into you. “Sor-sorry.” He stuttered out, but you didn’t have the heart to deny him of anything. You leaned forward and kissed up his neck and then over his cheek. You let your mouth hover over his as you spoke. “Been so good, haven’t you? Go ahead and cum for me, my love.”
He did just that. You felt his cock twitch and pulse inside you as he came. You joined him, your walls clenching tightly around him as you rode out your own high. You panted against each other’s lips for a moment before he closed the gap and kissed you tiredly, lovingly. You pulled back only to untie him and watched as his arms fell to the bed on either side of his body.
You rolled off of him and giggled happily. He smirked at you as he rubbed at his wrists.
“I’d hold you,” he said, “but I don’ think I can move ma arms.”
You laughed and rolled your eyes at him, snuggling into his chest and peppering kisses across it. “Guess we won’t be making another bet anytime soon, then.” You joked.
“Oh no, we will. But 'm winnin' the next one.”