The hangover [MF]

*My apologies for the lapse in writing. I’m on vacation and a real person.*

Oh man, I’ve been waiting to write this one.

I used to have rough sex with a dude who liked to dominate me. He was also VERY into communication and boundaries.

*Side note to say he doesn’t get a cookie for appreciating consent. However, he was so upfront and open- even when it was a little awkward- that we did way more in bed than I have with a lot of partners. Explicit consent opens doors.*

So… one night when we were both wasted I did not safeword him and I got hurt. I broke my nose and it was very difficult to explain to outside parties.

After that he decided he couldn’t fuck me if I had been drinking because he did not think drunk me was good with limits.

*Drunk me is not good with limits but drunk me also didn’t like this rule.*

If we were going to go out, we usually fucked before to work around this because we were weird horny freaks who couldn’t go three hours without sex.

Anyway, one night I went out with coworkers directly after work. By the time he met up with us I was less than sober.

“On a scale of one to ten, do you think that bar tender would fuck me?” I ask within a few minutes of his arrival.

He immediately puts his drink down. “So you’re wasted.”

“Only on a legal level.”

“Ok, I am not drinking then.”

I tried to insist he should, but he wisely predicted we’d end up fucking if one of us didn’t stay sober. I told him he was being dramatic and continued to get wasted.

On the way home I could barely walk in my heels so he carried me. However, unlike his usual maneuver where he threw me over his shoulder and manhandled me, it was more of a PG-gentle-arm-cradle kind of carry.

I got excited when he took me to bed and started taking my clothes off until I realized he was, in fact, just putting me in pajamas.

“Bro, I’m down to fuck.”

“You most certainly are not.”

“Are you my dom right now? Do you just want me to beg?”

“Nope.”

I tried to use our damn safe word.

“You can’t safeword me *into* fucking you. It doesn’t work that way.”

“Fine, then I’m going to get myself off.”

“No, and I am your dom now. You are not allowed to get yourself off.”

“Then safeword me.”

He smiled a little. “Oh no, go right ahead. Just know eventually you’re going to sober up and I’m keeping a tally.”

“Oh fuck your tally.”

I got myself off. Not only that, but I got myself off like a damn porn star. I played with my nipples, pulled my own hair, and really, REALLY made a show of spreading my legs and fingering myself.

He stayed at the end of the bed and watched me, stone faced… but maybe with a hint of amusement.

“Are you done now?” He asked when I finally came.

*He knew I was done. I had announced it quite loudly*

I nodded and he just smiled, turned off the lamp, and crawled into bed with me.

*lol, so y’all see where this is going?*

“Good morning!” He announced as he turned on the light the next day. “How are you feeling?”

“Like shit.”

He sat down Advil and water and told me to drink up. I did. Next he brought me coffee and eggs.

*Yes, I knew what was happening. However, my ass was hungover and needed the damn eggs.*

When I was done I eyed him suspiciously and he just smiled and told me to go back to sleep until I felt better. I was grateful and let him crawl into bed beside me as I drifted back to sleep.

I woke up and hour later. He was reading a book beside me with an eerily calm smile.

“How do you feel?”

“Much better.”

“Fully recovered?”

“About actually.”

*Oh to be 22.*

“That’s great news,” he said as he flung his book against the wall. In one swift motion he was on top of me pinning my hands down.

*Well fuck.*

“Do you have something to say to me?”

I apologized PROFUSELY. I promised to never touch myself without his permission again. I told him he owned my orgasms. He almost looked bored as I went on like this. He didn’t even meet my eyes.

Finally I just stopped and asked what he was going to do with me.

He put my hands above my head and dared me to move them. When he pulled my shirt above my head and reached under my bra, I started squirming beneath him.

“I swear to god, V. If you move, you’re never getting out of this bed… and not in a good way.”

I stopped moving.

I yelped as he played with me. He put his mouth to my breasts and gently bit down, invoking a fresh round of cries.

“Tell me how it feels.”

It felt fucking good. It was painful but just enough so that my whole body was tightening at his touch.

“What feels better. Now or last night?”

“Now. You. Please…”

He stuck a finger inside of me and I gasped. I was so tight. He just held it there for a while and let me beg for it. When he finally started moving in and out I was crying. When his tongue found his way back to my nipples I was getting close.

“Am I allowed to come?”

“Hmmm,” he bit down a little harder. “Do you think I’m going to let you?”

No. I did not. That didn’t stop me from begging him not to stop.

Of course, he didn’t get me off. He never let me get off like this on a good day. He brought me right to the edge, right when I was seconds away, and then jumped out of bed.

He told me to get on my knees. I did and he pulled himself out of his pants and started getting himself off. I asked if I could play with it, and he laughed and told me I was about to go through a lot before I was allowed to touch him.

*Well fuck.*

He came on my face and told me to leave it there. He REALLY made a show of it too and said he couldn’t wait to see me beg for his dick with his cum on my cheek.

I asked what I had to do next and he told me I should come up with my own punishment. I reminded him I wasn’t the sadistic one in this relationship and he reminded me I had made him watch as I got myself off last night knowing damn well he couldn’t touch me.

*Fair point.*

I asked if he wanted to spank me and he got very serious and responses, “Until you can’t fucking sit down.”

He asked how I wanted to take him and I suggested across his knee.

*Sometimes he’d get distracted and finger me like that, but not that day.*

He usually warmed up, but the MOMENT I was laid across him he hit me so hard it brought tears to my eyes.

“Fuck,” I screamed. I gasped as he pulled his hand away.”

“Safe word?”

“No.”

*I was stubborn. Also, I enjoy this shit.*

Not only did he spank TF out of me, he went so fucking slow it just increased the agony. He also made me say out loud between each hit that I deserved it because I was a whore and that he owned my body.

He certainly did finger me, but not in the place I wanted. As he slammed into me I yelped and he reminded me that he could do whatever he wanted, anywhere he wanted. Every single time my ass tightened around his fingers he just went harder into me.

I had never been so close to a safeword by the time he was done. I could barely take it. I almost couldn’t breathe.

He made me tell him he could fuck me any way he wanted. He made me get on my knees and beg for his dick. He made me crawl across the room and back to him.

Finally.

He drug his dick across my face and asked me if I’d ever get off again without his permission. I promised I never would.

With a handful of hair, he drug me to the kitchen table and bent me over. He paced back and forth behind me, muttering how much he wanted to fuck me.

Instead he made me crawl to his shower.

After turning in the water, he told me to undress myself. He then told me to undress him his my teeth.

*I remember his face when I pulled his boxers down with my teeth. Sometimes I love being a sub.*

When we got into the shower, he didn’t let me off of my knees and made me clean him everywhere with my tongue.

*Everywhere. It was my first rimjob and I must say it wasn’t bad, especially considering it seemed to calm him down.*

He finally fucked me up against the full length mirror in my bathroom. My breasts were pressed up against it and he wouldn’t let me close my eyes as he pushed my face into the mirror and came inside of me. I came about three seconds before with his permission.

So yeah, it was the best hangover of my life.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/rq6ofc/the_hangover_mf