My ex destroyed “my” shirt [FM]

*Tis I, Viola’s conscience, asking you to please have rough sex responsibly and establish a safe word or signal beforehand. Just a reminder that all parties were very experienced in this kind of sex and fully consented.*

He was a sweet man. I never had really strong feelings for him, but we had good sex. We ultimately broke up because we were long distance, but he visited my city about a year after our breakup and we had a moment.

We were invited to the same party completely at random. The host went to introduce us and my ex started laughing. “Oh I know, V.”

The host looked in between us. “Oh yeah, y’all went to the same law school.”

“We kind of dated,” I explained.

Eventually we ended up in our host’s basements so we could “talk.” It’s not that we had ended on bad terms, but we had ended pretty suddenly and stopped talking because we were in different cities. We were both a little hurt.

We talked for a long time about our breakup, and then our relationship generally, and finally sex. We really liked that topic.

“You terrified me in bed, V.”

“I think you enjoyed it.”

“Oh I did, but it was a ride. You’re batshit crazy.”

“Maybe I just really liked having sex with you. You’re REALLY good at sex.”

He was. He was into bondage and had perfected the art of spanking.

We started making out. It wasn’t exactly a slow burn either. He pulled me on top of him and stuck his tongue down my throat until I started moaning.

“I really want to spank you,” he whispered.

I slapped him and told him to just do it then. He got mad and flipped me propeller style until I was bent over his lap.

“I have a feeling no one’s given you a spanking in a while based on your attitude. This seems overdue.”

He hit me once and I screamed.

“Fuck, we can’t do this,” he said.

“What? Why? Are you uncomfortable?”

“No… I just forgot that you’re loud and I don’t want you to hold back. Let’s go to my hotel.”

“Is this a bad idea?”

“Probably but that’s never stopped us before.”

*This conversation was happening as I was bent over his lap.*

“Alright, let’s go.”

It was very awkward saying goodbye to our host because there wasn’t exactly a reasonable explanation. He asked where we were going. I tried to make an excuse and finally was like, “I’m going to go fuck him.”

My ex stared me down. “I’m pretty sure I’m fucking YOU.”

“Tell yourself that.”

He picked me up and threw me older his should and then turned around and told me to tell our host goodbye. I did and then yelped when he spanked me once and carried me out of the party.”

The walk to his hotel was fun because he kept telling me how hard I was about to get fucked while I taunted him.

“I hope you’re not attached to that shirt because I’m going to rip it off of you,” he whispered.

“Oh you actually can’t because it’s not mine.”

There was a beat of silence while his mouth hung open. “That’s a guy’s shirt. Are you dating someone?”

“No… I am fucking him.”

“Jesus, V.”

“Don’t be a baby.”

I’ll always remember this next part because it was hot AF. He stopped walking a put a hand on the wall behind me so I was pinned back. “I’m not going to tear that shirt off. You’re going to wear it while I fuck you and then I’m going to get my cum all over it.”

*Men are so weird about their cum. Every dude I’ve ever been with always has a request like this eventually. That being said, it was hot*

The rest of the walk was pretty brutal. I was very tight and he knew it. He continued to fuck with me. He knew how to press my buttons and kept running his hand up and down my arm and nibbled my ear.

“I’m trying to decide how much I’m going to make you beg.”

“You know, you could just fuck me like a normal person.”

He smacked my ass. “Do you remember when I once asked if we could touch foreheads when we climaxed and you slapped me? Don’t act like you don’t want it this way.”

“Fine.”

When we finally got to his hotel he started playing with the back of my neck while we were in the elevator and wrapped my ponytail around his hand. “This is about to get pulled just so you know.”

“I assumed.”

“I think I will tie you up, by the way. And then put you on your knees.”

“This is a lot of talk for someone who once asked me what a strap on was.”

“Well you corrupted me.”

The moment we got into his room he spun me around and pushed me against the wall, shoving my face into it. “You’ve missed me, right?”

“I’ve missed one part of you.”

“You want to see it?”

“Yes.”

“Stay against the wall until I tell you to move.” He took off his shirt and twisted it in his hands until it was just a line. “Alright, turn around.”

He tied my hands together and then looked back at me and smiled. “Don’t speak until I tell you to. It’s time for you to do what you’re good for while I ruin that shirt.”

He grabbed my hair and basically threw me on my knees. He pulled his pants down and immediately shoved his dick into my mouth so hard my eyes started watering. “You like taking it, don’t you?”

I nodded.

*This dude was so fucking vanilla when I met him. He went to the dark side a little too quickly.*

He pulled my hair and shoved himself deeper until I could barely breath. He’d let me come up for air but then immediately slam me down again. “God, you’re good at sucking dick, you little slut.”

*Yes… this is the only scenario when men can call me this, but I like it in this context and this context alone. There was definitely a time when I couldn’t come without being called a whore. I had to really unpack that one with my therapist.*

He told me to take it over and over and reminded me how many places his cum had been on my body. I choked once and he told me I better fucking take it or he’d destroy me in bed.

I dove in deeper until he was all the way down my throat and pushed myself down over and over. He pulled my hair until he was out of my mouth and then came on the damn shirt I was wearing.

He laughed while he did it. “Why don’t you return this to your boyfriend?”

“He’s not my boyfriend.”

“So he won’t mind that I’m about to pound you and make you say my name.”

“You’re sick.”

“Beg me to pound you.”

“Damn it, please, please pound me.”

He pulled my hair until I was standing up and then bent me over the bed, pulling my skirt and underwear down. “First I’m going to finish what we started in the basement.”

*Well fuck.*

He was a little too good at spanking. He always started slow and then made me beg for it in between each hit. He also said things like “Of course you want to be spanked because you know you’re a dirty slut who loves it.”

*I mean, no lies detected, I suppose.*

When my ass was red he flipped me over, grabbed my shirt and pulled it until all the buttons popped.

“Damn it, dude!” I yelled. “It’s an expensive shirt.”

“Good, you can give it back to him like this and tell him how you begged for my cum.”

He slammed into me and I started cried out. “Fuck, it feels good.”

“Say my name, V.” I slapped him and he pinned my hands to the mattress. “I will stop if you don’t say my name.”

I said his name. Not only that I said it over and over. He made me look him in the eye while I said it and then call myself a whore who wanted his cum all over me.

“You want it on your face?” He panted.

“Yes.”

“Well that’s too bad because it’s going back on that shirt.”

“Fucking hell.” It was hard for me to protest much more after that. As he pinned me down I couldn’t move and was building too fast. I bit his lip and he got mad and pulled my hair until I screamed. “I’m coming,” I cried.

“Say my name while you do.”

I screamed his name while I climaxed and moaned as I rode it out. He pulled himself out of me and then pulled my hair until I was on all fours. He started jerking off and kept telling me I looked like a whore on the ground like that. He then proceeded to come on my shirt again.

“Congrats asshole,” I said after we had calmed down. “I can’t fucking wear this shirt home.”

“I guess you’re wearing one of mine…”

I still have that sweater he gave me. It was actually a pretty nice trade.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/uz3vnh/my_ex_destroyed_my_shirt_fm