Requested by Maddison233: Y/N is the sub, and Peter is the dom

*Please note: as the request suggests, this chapter contains a dom-sub relationship. As I always say with one-shots like this, take it as read that EVERYTHING in this is completely consensual. Thank you and enjoy ;)*

I lay on mine and Peter's bed, my heart pounding and every hair on my body standing up as a result of every inch of my skin being exposed to the cold air of our bedroom. The icy grip of the handcuffs dug into my wrists, though not so much that it was causing me pain, or not the kind of pain that wasn't pleasurable, anyway. My legs had also been tied down to the bed with the long rope that we kept, my legs spread and held open for my boyfriend to do whatever he saw fit to me. I didn't bother opening my eyes to check what was happening, after all, the blindfold made any attempt at that impossible. I was completely and utterly at his mercy, until the end of the night, I wouldn't be allowed to breathe without his permission. But that was just the way that both of us liked it.

"Do you know why you're being punished tonight, kitten?" His raspy voice broke through the piercing silence, making me gulp harshly and try not to get too excited too early.

"Yes, Peter-."

"Ah, ah, ah, that's not my name tonight, is it, my love?" He cooed as I felt the bed dip next to me, to tell me that he was now sitting by my legs. And, was likely completely naked just like I was, a picture in my mind that was only making the night better already. I gulped and bit my lip.

"Yes...sir." I responded correctly.

"Good girl, that's better. So, why are you being punished tonight?" He prompted.

"Because I didn't wear panties when we went out tonight-."

"Yes, that's correct, but why else are you being punished?" He pushed, making me sigh and bite my lip again as I didn't want to give up so easily, but I knew that I no longer had that choice.

"Because knowing that I didn't have panties on...I started dancing up against you..and turned you on." I stated.

"That's right, angel. So, now...you're getting punished." My breath hitched in my throat as the familiar and quiet vibrating of our vibrator filled my ears. I gulped harshly as Peter placed the tip of the toy against my throat before slowly but surely starting to move it down. Already the feeling of the vibrations were leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake, every course of sensation that ran through my body only turning me on more as he ran it down the valley of my breasts. Peter broke the trail but only to instead put the tip to my nipple, making me moan and arch my back off of the bed at the perfect feeling. The butterflies of anticipation and pleasure were already swarming around in my stomach purely at the feeling of the vibrations making my nipples hard, the sensation filling me again as he moved the vibrator to the other nipple and did the same to that one too.

"Sir-."

"No, kitten, you don't get to talk tonight. I don't want to hear a single word come out of your mouth, unless it's our safe word. Am I understood?" He asked as the vibrator moved back to the valley of my breasts before moving down my stomach, and towards where I needed it the most.

"Y-yes, sir." I gulped, my pussy now throbbing in need of Peter doing something, anything, to it as the vibrations continued to course through me. And then, just like that, I was given the first bit of that sweet, sweet relief. As if on cue, the vibrator finally made contact with my absolutely soaked clit. I cried out as soon as it did, my back arching off of the bed and my wrists desperately tugging at the handcuffs as pleasure immediately started to run through me. I could practically see Peter's smirk in my head at the fact that I was already giving in, my body squirming and writhing helplessly against our sheets as moans already left my lips.

"That didn't take long, did it, baby? Instantly moaning and moving, as if you're actually going to be able to escape the vibrator." Peter chuckled lowly as he turned the vibrator up a setting. I cried out again at the enhanced feeling, my eyes squeezing shut underneath the blindfold and my mouth hanging open as the knot in my stomach rapidly grew. Peter knew that in this situation, where I was already incredibly turned on by how tied up I was, he could get me to the edge with the vibrator within a minute or so. And that made me very worried about how many times he was planning to edge me before finally fucking me, and letting me cum.

"Sir, please-."

"What did I tell you about talking, angel? Besides, it's useless, no amount of begging is going to make me change my mind for what I'm doing to you tonight." He cooed, making me choke and pull at the handcuffs and rope keeping me tied down as my orgasm continued to build. The knot was getting tighter by the second, Peter rubbing the vibrator up and down my folds so that every inch of my sensitive core felt the sensations as my body started to become rigid in preparation for what was about to happen. But I knew that I wouldn't be allowed to get there. Not this time, anyway. The vibrations stopped, making me sigh out and relax back against the bed as the vibrator was moved away from my tingling pussy. The high fizzled out within seconds, my body now immensely frustrated that I had been denied my orgasm, but my mind knowing all too well that that was only the beginning.

"Fuck, you look like you taste so good after that, baby." Peter cooed, making me smirk and bite my lip as I felt him put my legs over his shoulders as much as he could with my ankles being tied down, and gently exhale onto my folds. I knew that begging him would do nothing, like he'd told me seconds ago, and so I just tried to keep my shit together whilst waiting for him to do something. Though, I didn't have to wait long. I sucked in a quiet breath as I felt his lips on my clit.

"I was right, you taste amazing, kitten, shit." Peter quietly moaned against me, making me choke and arch my back again as he started to eat me out. As always, his mouth against my pussy felt incredible, his lips sucking on my clit whilst his tongue dipped in and out of my folds. He curled his arms around my legs and spread his hands out against my stomach to pin me down more than I already was, moans once again freely leaving my lips as he worked wonders on me. My orgasm was starting to build up again, every suck of his lips and flick of his tongue pushing me back towards the edge that I so desperately wanted to be pushed over. But I knew that I would probably get edged once more after this before finally being allowed that all-important relief. My toes curled against the mattress, my hands balling into fists as the knot grew tighter in my stomach. It was getting more unbearable by the second, Peter always knowing exactly what to do to me to build up my orgasm quickly...before snatching it harshly away. Which is exactly what he did again. Without warning, his hands left my body and his mouth left my pussy, making me choke and try not to groan in annoyance as my high fizzled out for the second time tonight. But it wouldn't be gone for very long. Peter didn't even give me a minute to recover before the vibrator was back against my clit as it whirred into life. I cried out at the sudden feeling, my entire body immediately jolting and squirming at the significantly more intense feeling than that of my boyfriend's mouth. For the third time tonight, my orgasm started to grow again, though significantly faster than it normally did anyway given my clit's sensitivity, and the denial of my previous two reliefs. Moans were uncontrollably leaving my lips now, my mind not giving a single shit anymore about how loud or fidgety I was given that I had been denied an orgasm twice now, and was becoming desperate. Peter knew this, the cheeky little shit once again turning the vibrator up by one setting as he continued to run it over my clit.

"Are you getting close, kitten? I know that it takes you less and less time to get there after each edging." He cooed.

"N-no, sir-."

"DON'T lie to me, angel." He spat harshly, making me groan.

"Fine, yes, I'm almost there-." The vibrator stopped, another defeated sigh leaving my lips as the bliss that I had wanted all night once again faded. But then it happened. Peter started to untie my legs, making my heart jump in hope that this was it, he was finally about to fuck me and give me the orgasm that I had been so desperately craving. I squealed as he grabbed my hips and turned me over so that I was on all fours in front of him. I sucked in a breath, my eyes fluttering shut underneath the blindfold as Peter grabbed my hips from behind and forced my ass back against his crotch so that I could feel his completely hard and condom-covered dick against my incredibly sensitive and throbbing pussy.

"You ready to receive the fucking of your life, my love?" Peter cooed.

"Please, sir, please-." Peter didn't need to be told twice. Without another warning, he slammed into me, making me cry out and tightly grip the headboard in front of me for any kind of stability as he immediately started to fuck me into next week.

"Fuck, you feel so good, baby, shit." He grunted, my boyfriend's fingertips already digging deeply into my hips as he harshly rammed into me.

"So do you, sir, fuck, please, please." I choked as the knot started to build again for hopefully the final time tonight. Peter's tip was already hitting my g-spot perfect with each thrust, the backs of my thighs starting to become numb with how harshly he was fucking me as his crotch collided with my ass every few seconds. Moans were freely leaving both of our lips, my mouth hanging open and my hands desperately gripping the headboard in front of me as I let Peter take me into the world of pure fucking pleasure. Literally.

"Does that feel good, kitten? Am I making you feel so fucking good?" He spat, making me yelp out as suddenly, I felt his hand wrap around my neck from behind and pull my head up as much as he could with me still being tied to the bed.

"Amazing, sir, please don't stop, fuck, shit, please." I moaned loudly. Once again I could practically picture the smirk that would be plastered on my boyfriend's face at my words, his hand around my neck slightly restricting my breathing to only add to the knot in my stomach. The sound of our skin slapping together bounced off of the walls, the smell of sex and the symphony of our moans all around us as Peter fucked us both towards our releases.

"Are you getting close, baby? Because I am." He grunted as his spare hand continued to harshly grip my waist.

"So close, sir, please let me cum, I'm begging you!" I cried out.

"It's alright, baby, you can cum. You've been such a good girl during your punishment that you deserve a reward." He reassured. I sighed in relief at his words, my body finally able to fully enjoy the pleasure that I was feeling knowing that I would get to cum at the end of it after all. And just like that...I came.

"Sir-fuck, shit, fuck!" I cried out, my eyes squeezing shut underneath the blindfold as the knot finally broke in my stomach. The orgasm that I had been denied three times hit me like a freight train, my mouth hanging open as the waves of pure euphoria violently washed over me. My body jolted and seized in front of Peter, quiet moans and chokes leaving my lips as my hands desperately held onto the headboard for any kind of stability.

"Holy shit, baby, I'm there too, fuck, fuck." Peter grunted, his hips speeding up for a second before stilling behind me. I heard him choke and grunt too, his hands holding my hips tightly once more before he relaxed behind me. We both panted heavily as he pulled out of me, my chest rising and falling in exhaustion as I heard him bin the condom before his weight appeared next to me. He pulled the blindfold off of my head, my eyes squinting and adjusting to the sudden influx of light as Peter leant up to start undoing the handcuffs. I bit my lip and looked at him, making him return the look as his sweaty curls fell slightly over his eyes.

"Was that good, baby?" He smiled as he freed my wrists from the handcuffs.

"One word. Amazing." I nodded. He laughed and returned the nod, making me smile as we both lay down in our bed and crawled underneath the covers. I sighed out as I rested my head and hand on Peter's chest, his arm curling around my waist and pulling me into his side like we always did, especially after such rough sex.

"I love you, Pete." I mumbled as my eyes started to grow heavy with the exhaustion of what we'd just done.

"I love you too, baby. Sleep well." He cooed, his lips gently pressing to my hair and his hand soothingly rubbing up and down my back as my eyes fluttered shut, and I fell asleep in the arms of the love of my life.