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Take a Stab

From: Bigger Houses Series

Pairing: Mountain Ranger! Ari x Reader

Summary: You and Ari rent a secluded cabin at the lake for your one year anniversary.

Word Count: 2,537

Content/Warnings: MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY, SMUT, protected p in v sex, outdoor sex, praise, secrecy and surprises, coffee sipping, happy crying, mentions of knife usage for whittling, pet names, like one swear

A/N: Ro, thank you for this hot gif. Ari with that sexy lean and the chest hair will never not do something to me. This. This is Ari getting up and making himself a pot of coffee when Duchess doesn’t think he’s awake yet.

As always, a great thank you to everyone who reads. I love your feedback in all forms. 🥰

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Ari woke up to the creaking sound of the screen door at the front end of the cabin opening and closing. He immediately turned in the flannel sheets, reaching out for you, only to find your side of the bed still warm, but empty. Had you left something in the car? No way, he remembers checking one last time last night when bringing your bags into the cabin you had rented for the weekend. So what were you doing up when he knew this was a weekend built for sleeping in?

You and Ari were celebrating your one year anniversary together at the lake. Sure, you had your own cabin with gorgeous views, but this was a special occasion. And you didn’t live this close to water. A word to the wise: always take the opportunity to be near a body of water with Ari Levinson. He’ll most likely be shirtless, and that’s an image created by God himself. And definitely don’t turn down the opportunity of a canoe ride sunset picnic, either. The view is gorgeous…

But that was last night, and this is now. You woke up early in the hopes of getting a few minutes to prepare your surprise for him. A gift of true love to show how much you really valued Ari and took note of the meanings of his gestures. This was one you wanted to return: you were whittling him a spoon.

About a month into your relationship, Ari had gifted you one, along with his prized pocket knife over a bonfire in his backyard. He pulled out a block of wood to show you a few different techniques and how to get started, and that was one of the first moments you realized you really just enjoyed being with him. Sharing knowledge. Growing.

At the time, you didn’t know the significance of either of those things: the spoon and the knife. You just thought whittling was a cute little thing he did since he had the time and he had handed the knife over because he wanted you to be prepared since you were newly living in the outdoors. Nearly a year later, now, though, you were finally almost finished with your spoon for him. And Ari was constantly still shopping, looking for a knife like the one he gave you since it was no longer in stock, unbeknownst to you.

You had no idea the level of skill that went into making something as simple, or so you believed, as a spoon. It definitely wasn’t a throwaway gesture. And for him to do it that early into your relationship? You realized how much you’ve meant to him this entire time.

You could tell the knife was special, too, by the way he looked at you when you used it. He loved knowing it was almost always on your person, especially on hikes, and he was always trying to show you how versatile it was.

All that was left were the finishing touches: completing a small little carving of a bear in the handle, and then sanding it. If you played it right, you should be able to finish before Ari gets up. He should be exhausted from all of last night’s….activities still. So you had carefully slipped out of bed, reluctantly leaving his naked warmth, as to not jostle him, grabbed your supplies, and headed out onto the cabin’s wraparound balcony which overlooked the lake. It was a beautiful view, which in a few minutes would host the sunrise.

When Ari woke up in a jolt, he immediately padded through the cabin, looking through the windows to see where your possibly could’ve gone. As he got to the kitchen, halfway to the front door, he was relieved to see your head peeking over the outdoor furniture. Ari breathed out his sigh of relief as he moved around the large island and started to make a pot of coffee. You hadn’t even done that, probably out of fear of waking him, which led him to wonder what you were keeping so secretive.

He pulled down a mug from the cabinet, rinsing and filling it with hot water as the coffee brewed, to get the mug warm, doing the same for yours. He leaned back against the counter as he waited, looking out towards you. The amazing scenery around him didn’t hold a flame to your glow, even coming from someone who had admired nature his entire life. This was a dream vacation for him, but honestly, Ari would’ve visited a garbage dump as long as it was with you.

The front door surprisingly blocked out the loud whirring of the old machine since you didn’t stir as the last drops of coffee sputtered out. Ari poured out the water and filled the mugs, sauntering towards the side door of the cabin to the balcony. If you could be secretive, he could, too. And this door was much quieter.

As Ari rounded the corner of the porch, the high-pitched scratching of sandpaper became louder. He perched himself at the corner, silently setting down your mug and leaning against the railing. He just stood and watched you for another second, the way your brows furrowed in concentration as you were completing a task he was all too familiar with.

You held the spoon in front of you, checking if you missed any spots when you were startled by the sound of slurping coming from your side. You jumped, dropping the spoon when you saw Ari taking a sip of his coffee. The smile that grew on his face when your eyes met took your attention from his nearly nude form. He must’ve slipped shorts on before coming out here. Shame. You were about the same, though, only wearing a fresh shirt you plucked from his duffel on your way out here. Now he had one less clean shirt to wear? Tragic. Guess he was gonna have to find a way to deal. You wouldn’t mind.

Your face mirrored his, beaming in the soft haze of first light, before your face fell when realized what he had walked out to see you doing. You scrambled to pick the spoon up off the deck, tucking it behind your back. You sighed, slumping back in your chair and raising an eyebrow at him.

Ari continued to smirk at you, taking another sip of his coffee before clearing his throat. His voice still held a bit of a deep grumble from how early it was. “Good morning, Duchess. Keeping secrets, are we?”

He gave a light laugh as he grabbed your mug, making his way over to sit next to you. You grabbed your coffee in defeat, taking a big gulp before setting it down next to the knife on the small coffee table and turning to face him. Ari pulled your legs over his in habit as you reached up to stroke his bearded cheek.

“Less of a secret and more of a surprise. I thought you weren’t going to be up yet.” You leaned in to Ari kissing your forehead and pulled away.

Ari set down his mug next to yours and took the opportunity to pull you close, resting his chin on top of your head before pulling away again and leaning in for a proper kiss.

“Kinda hard to sleep when you’re missing…And you’re a loud walker. Zero stealth skills, Angel.”

You rolled your eyes playfully and lightly smacked his chest before reaching a hand behind you.

“I’m sneaky enough to have gotten by for this long. Now do you want your surprise or not?”

Ari knew the drill by this point, closing his eyes and pulling a large hand from its place rubbing your back and holding it out between the two of you as you pulled out the spoon. His one eye cracked open just enough for him to catch a glance at your proud smile before closing it again. He hadn’t gotten a very good look at what exactly you were doing before, so when he felt the curved wood hit his palm, Ari froze with stark, full realization.

His long eyelashes fluttered open just for tears to immediately soak them. He looked down and examined the smooth, freshly sanded wood before looking back up at you. You were immediately struck with worry at his visceral reaction.

“What, did I do something wrong? Are you upset I used your knife for it? Is it that bad? You don’t have to accept it.” You bit your lip in worry as Ari shook his head and ran his thumb over the small, intricate bear engraving in the handle. He could see how much time you put into it.

He quickly pulled the spoon to his chest like he would die if it ever left his grip. “No, it’s perfect. I love it so much. I’m just so…happy. You made this? Just for me?” He was touched beyond belief.

You giggled as tears began to fill your eyes at his reaction. “Yeah, of course I did. It took me way longer than I expected, but now we match.”

Ari nodded and sniffled before pulling you into a tight hug, tucking his face into your neck. You shivered at the vibration against you as he spoke. “God, I love it so much. I love you so much. I can’t believe you made this. Thank you.”

You ran your hands up and down his back in a soothing gesture, moving upward until you were at the nape of his neck. You began running your nails through his hair and Ari pulled away to look at you, deep blue eyes sparkling in the first few rays of the sunrise. He moved to set down the spoon, careful to keep an eye on it before he dragged you to straddle his lap.

“Really, Duchess. I can’t tell you how much I appreciate this. How long did it take you?”

You continued scratching his head as his eyes closed in satisfaction. “Hmm, about a year. I worked on it on and off. It’s not very easy, especially the little carving.”

Ari hummed. “Yeah, I bet. It’s absolutely amazing. I’ve never tried anything like that but you did great. You put me on it.” He opened his eyes and beamed up at you.

“Of course I did. You’re my sweet Bear. You deserve the same as you give. I love you so much.” You returned the smile and leaned in to kiss him.

Your tongues danced together in a tango of deep, overwhelming desire before pulling away, Ari pulling your hips down tighter against his crotch. You didn’t miss the deepening smirk on his face and the fire filling his eyes. “You know, it would be a shame to waste such a beautiful sunrise. What do you say you and I go up to the railing to watch it together?”

The sunrise was beautiful, painting the sky in pastel strokes of orange, red, and purple. You were enjoying the view, bent at the hips, leaned over the railing, with Ari right behind you, holding you close. Your shirt was hiked up, hanging on your hard nipples as Ari’s shorts hung just low enough for him to have pulled out his cock.

Ari was dragging against your walls in slow, deep strokes, as one hand rubbed your clit in circles in time with his hips and the other gently tweaked a nipple. His head rested on your shoulder, body molded against yours, as he looked out over the lake with you.

Every now and then, Ari turned his head to kiss your neck in the spot just above where it met your shoulder. The one that made you let out those delicious moans every time. He whispered in your ear as your one hand squeezed his forearm over your chest, the other digging into the railing as you braced yourself against the overwhelming pleasure.

“Fuck, you’re so amazing. So talented. I can tell you worked so hard for me. Can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.”

You whined and clenched at that, thriving on Ari’s praise and having thought the same about forever before, but never verbalizing it. Ari was it for you and the perfect shared moment proved it. You couldn’t have expected a better reaction to your gift. To have someone just as understanding of the little things as you was soothing to your soul. To have someone who carried their gestures with the same weight was one in billions and you couldn’t believe you found him.

You threw your head back against Ari’s shoulder, whimpering between heavy breaths. “So good, I-hmmm- I love you, Bear.”

You felt Ari’s chest rumble as he moaned against you, picking up his pace and grunting near your ear, captivated by the way the sun was hitting both of you, lighting up the heavenly moment. “Ah, I love you more, Angel. You’re so good to me. So sweet.“

He rubbed your clit faster, both of you rising towards your peak with the sun that was nearly cresting the horizon, almost fully in the sky. Your eyes squeezed shut before Ari looked over and caught it, taking his hand off your clit. “Ah ah ah, eyes open. Don’t wanna miss this moment.”

You forced your eyelids apart and looked over at Ari, a thin sheet of sweat causing some of his hair to stick to his forehead. The golden light was highlighting his features and weaving through his beard gorgeously. He was right, you wouldn’t have forgiven yourself for missing out on this view. He put his hand back on your clit and rubbed in furious circles, leaning in to kiss you harder, sloppier. When he pulled away, he softly smiled at you and spoke through red kiss-soaked lips. “Good girl.”

His warm breaths hit your cheek as your smile mixed with your blissed-out face. Your pussy fluttered and squeezed harder. You could feel yourself getting close as Ari’s thrusts became uneven. “Please. Please, Ari. Give it to me. Come with me.”

Your words set him off as Ari spilled into the condom within your tightening walls. He continued rubbing your clit and shuddering in response to your rhythmic squeezing against him as you leaned more of your weight into the railing, gasping for air after your release. Ari placed a kiss against your shoulder as he gingerly pulled out. He rested his forehead between your shoulder blades before quickly running inside to dispose of the condom and refresh your coffees.

When he came back out, he wrapped his arms around you, pulling your back close to his front and kissing you cheek. You turned and smiled up at him, nestling in closer, enjoying the view of the brightened trees and reflective water, surrounded by Ari, nature, and nothing else for miles.

Ari’s eyes twinkled when he caught your gaze again and held it. “This is the most amazing day ever already, Duchess.” He kissed your forehead. Neither of you had even been up for an hour yet, but you agreed that there’s not much else that could make it any better.

“Absolutely perfect, Bear.”

Bonus A/N: Whittling a spoon for someone is like, a HUGE sign of love. That PAIRED WITH giving over your prized knife? Y’all can deduce what that means. And yes, I do have a spoon whittled, waiting for the right day… what about it??

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With Your Touch, Part 4

Summary: Lloyd is losing all his control

Pairings: Lloyd Hansen X Reader

Rating: mature

Warnings:  explicit language, sexual content, voyeurism, female masturbation, daddy kink, Lloyd Hansen...18+ ONLY

Word Count: 4.5K

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Watching.

Looking away, only to watch some more.

He couldn’t get out of his head. No, he couldn’t get specifically you and your siren fucking ways of out of his head. This isn’t even perverted, it’s downright creepy, and he still can’t look away from your sleeping body. You are a restless sleeper. But the plus side is in the couple of weeks that you have been here Lyla seemed content.

Before he felt the constant need to just watch his daughter sleep, and not on the monitor, but in her room. But now she wakes up twice a night, and rarely wakes up crying. Except in this moment he is watching you like he did his daughter. Temptress. And yet, you did nothing. Just sleep, and you still weave your alluring web around his entire thoughts.

He has been the idiot that just couldn’t stop. Couldn’t stop staring, or even offering his services to you. And he would. He would make sure you slept soundly. It’s what you needed. You need to be fucked so hard that you don’t have a thought in your brain. No wonder you stayed in your pretty little head because you had a fucking moron for a boyfriend. Lloyd is sure that encounter has had you questioning everything he said, and who the fuck cared?

What Lloyd really wanted to do when he came home was squeeze The Verb’s head until his pea brain exploded. And no, he did not get turned on by the fact that you most likely had daddy issues. But you did. And you are an obedient one. You responded well with his requests.

Barely knew Lloyd and you followed his requests each time, and without hesitation. The need to praise you and tell you what a good girl you are bubbled up in his throat, and he knew it would have been a step too far. But you craved attention and adoration. Not in a bratty way, no. You behaved so well, and wanted recognition for that, and you deserved it.

But Lloyd is getting too close. Too far away still. God, he just wants to run his nose up your graceful neck as he inhales your sweet scent. What the fuck kind of perfume did you even wear? Slightly sweet, but more of a soft floral that is the most intoxicating thing he has ever smelled. Well…until the smallest bit of your slippery arousal wound up on his hand.

What a gift from whatever higher power there might be. But what a tragic moment that he walked away too quickly. He was afraid if you wiggled around too much after that spanking you would have felt the steel rod that had tented his pants. Walking to the bathroom was a difficult task. All he wanted to do was bend you over the couch while he stabbed into you.

Who is he becoming? A man that couldn’t control his urges, that’s who. The moment he got out of your eyesight he sucked every bit of your honey off his fingers. His eyes rolled into the back of his head at the delectable taste of you. And he had to waddle into the bathroom so he could take a shower, and fuck his fist. His fist that could never compare to the luscious tight heat between your legs.

The way he angrily jerked himself off with his head under the shower, grunting without a care in the world. He hoped you heard how frustrated he was. Hope you could hear he was a fucking fool for your body. And oddly enough, you. He had never been in such a close proximity to a woman without fucking her.

He pumped himself so hard it made him feel lightheaded, or maybe it was the thought of you being filled and completely stretched out with him. Your brows arched, while you whine at how much he fills you. Back arched, and body recoiling with every hard thrust into you. Begging for him to go harder, and he spanks you hard to appease your greedy cunt. That little yelp that releases from your throat has him barreling into you.

Mewls of pleasure building, and he just goes harder. You will love when he punishes you through pleasure alone. Crying and begging for more and more, and he’ll give you every bit of it. Every ounce of his fierce movements until you are nothing but a compliant sweet girl, and he’ll make sure to hold you, and lavish you with all the attention you deserve.

“Fuck,” he grunts out. Rolling his eyes to see the mess he made. Just thinking of you is driving him insane. He doesn’t think there has been a night since you’ve got here that he’s had to fuck his own hand. It was cruel when he knew just how wet your sloppy cunt gets.

Not wanting to miss too much of you sleeping, he reaches for a tissue to rid himself of his cum that should have been for you. Painted on your perfect tits, leaking out of your mouth, or the best, dripping out of that pretty pussy.

And then a glorious sight. You moan in your sleep, rolling over onto your back, and you pick up your phone. Placing it back down on your nightstand with a bit too much force before you lift out of the bed. Your arms cross over your chest as you rub over them nice and slow. “Ugh, why do I keep…” your words trail off and become thoughts, and it infuriates him.

“Keep what? What do you keep doing?” He whispers out into the night. Smiling when he sees you bite your lip before throwing your shirt off. “Now this I like,” he settles back into his bed, holding the phone, and he enjoys the moments of you playing with your tits. “I wouldn’t do it that way,” he adds.

He would start slow with soft kisses around your skin, just to watch your peaks get harder. Pebbling with his touch before giving each a quick nibble. Sinking his mouth over the hardened bud, and kitten licking it. Watching you get all heated and squirmy. Taking you to the edge slowly.

Lloyd is long past trying to hold it together when he is in his room. He is a deviant man, and you are a fuckable woman, and you are in his damn house. He is free to do whatever the fuck he wants. He is garbage and despicable, and Roman knew that when he sent you to Lloyd. So he was going to enjoy, “Holy shit.”

Lloyd’s eyes want to bug out of his head as you pull open a drawer, and pull out a pretty little toy. He wouldn’t dig through your drawers, but he needs to know if you have more than a silly little fucking, “Is that a damn penguin?”

He wants to laugh at the shape of your toy. You probably had more cutesy little play things in there. This is the best entertainment he has ever seen. You use your fingers to stimulate one nipple while the penguin’s mouth is on the other. Arching your back, and whimpering as your peaks stiffen. You are the epitome of perfection.

Heavy breathing as your chest heaves and you dip that silly penguin lower. Thank fuck you pull the blanket down, and he sees your pretty pussy spread all out, and he knows when he sees it close up it’ll still be a work of art. To just be face to face with your velvety petals makes him start to feel aroused again. Your eyes flutter closed as the toy attaches to your swollen clit, “Lloyd…”

“That’s my girl,” he croons. He knew it. He knew when you happened to look back up at him while he was spanking your ass that you felt it. He could tell in the way your pussy was throbbing on his leg. You want him to fuck you as much as he wants to. Nobody would have gotten that wet if they didn’t. You had practically dripped your juices on his leg. And that pout mixed how fucking dilated your pretty eyes were. Shamelessly he knew you wanted, and needed more than a spanking.

It’s a shame the first time he hears you mutter his name is because you’re playing with yourself, and he’s watching you like the fucking creep he is. Keeping the toy on your center your eyes open, and you give a frown, “Chase.”

“Not that fuckhead. Go back to my name. Please, sweet girl,” you look confused as you keep repeating that dumb name. You move that toy around your clit, one he assumes creates the feeling of sucking, but he can do better. Confliction is written all over your face.

“No, no, princess, you need to finish. You’ll make me want to go in there and bury my face in your cunt. Finish the job. Quit saying his name,” he’s ready to get on his knees and beg like a little pushover. He needs to see you come, preferably with —

“Lloyd,” your voice is a little questioning, but you start to relax again. Your body is rolling and moving. Creating the flow of having sex. Your tits are swaying up and down, and he needs to touch you. Needs to feel your soft skin under his calloused hands as he fucks you into oblivion. You are always in your head because of the fucking men in your life.

“Yeah. Right there, right there,” you whine, and his cock twitches. Why is your voice like a drug to his nether regions? Whining for his cock will get you everything, and it’ll get him fucking into your body harder.

“You’re a fun little one, aren’t ya?” He’s never seen something so beautiful in his life. The sounds coming off your lips is like a choir of angels, and he was the dark lord that just wants to see you fall into his depths of depravity. “Oh fuck,” if he was a more desperate man, he’d have his cock out while he fucked you at the same pace, but he’s trying to hold onto some dignity. There isn’t much left.

“Lloyd.”

“Yeah,” he moans right along with you. You are so pretty as you start to sail up into the heavens.

“Lloyd!”

“Go harder, princess.”

“Oh, fuck, daddy!” His eyes go wide, and he sits up in the bed, staring at your body as it gets right to the edge. “Daddy.”

“Fucking, minx,” Lloyd throws his legs over the bed, and tiptoes down the hall. He needs to hear this in person. Speaking to you through his mind because he didn’t want to be caught. There is nothing he wants more than to hear you come with his name or daddy on your lips.

“Daddy, fuck me harder,” didn’t have daddy issues. You are swimming in daddy issues. He could take care of you. He would give you all the attention that your father never did, and he’d rub it in Roman’s face. Let him know that you were now his good girl. And you did everything he asked. Even taking his cock just like the perfect whore you are.

“I won’t misbehave again,” such a lie, you would, and he would be there to punish you. You love it. You got just as much out of Lloyd spanking you as he did. He saw your messy little hole. Too bad they need to be filled. What a waste to not have you coming over his cock.

“There. Right there. Oh my god! Yes, yeah, I’m coming. Lloyd! Ahh!” If whispered screams were a thing, you were doing them. You sucked at it because it wasn’t really whispering. And he wants to praise you for being such a vocal girl. Wants to tell you how proud he is that you let him know when you are coming. Wants to wrap you in his arms as you fall asleep.

“Fuck,” you draw out as you lay in the bed panting. You’d never came so hard in your life. And you didn’t even use multiple forms of stimulation. “I’m fucked. I want to fuck my boss.”

And he wants to fuck you. If only you realized how much. If you knew, would it make a difference? Would he be doing you a disservice because he pulls you from an abusive relationship and into his life. A man that had too many enemies and the baggage of a little girl. One he was entirely responsible for.

As much as Lloyd wants to give into every one of his sick fantasies, he wants you to be okay. You to choose where you wanted to go in life. But you to admit you search for the comfort from dickheads. A pattern your fucking father started and he knows The Verb isn’t the first I believe you’ve been with. Call it a lucky guess.

But he could punish you in the way you desired. Because fucked up childhoods can mold your adult kinks. It was just way for you to work through the neglect. And if he had to guess each of your boyfriends just kept getting worse. You needed an asshole to take your father’s place. If it's an asshole you wanted, Lloyd could be your asshole.

You prance by Lloyd as he holds onto Lyla. Giving her a bright smile before you walk into the kitchen, and his daughter giggles, turning her head to follow your movements, “Holy,” Lyla looks back at her father, and he changes his word, “Sugar. What am I going to do with your Dolly?”

The way your skirt flows against your soft skin, and accentuates your curves gives him the need to bite his fist. Seeing you like this is making it impossible for him to not think of pulling you onto his lap, and spanking you for making him feel this uncontrollable. Punishing you before he fucks you so hard you quit trying to tempt him. And then he realizes that the way you look is his problem and not yours. But fuck if he didn’t want to destroy you.

“Lloyd?” Every time you say his name now he hears the desperate pleas of needing release from last night. It’s not going to be easy for him to control himself, but thankfully he has a baby girl that’s blowing bubbles at you to distract him. “Lloyd, I’d like to request an outing.”

“That is very formal,” it was a good thing, he supposes. Fuck, you looked good enough to eat. Let him plant his face right at your split while he sucks the life out of you one orgasm at a time.

“Yeah, well,” you swish your weight from foot to foot. Your thighs rub together, and he hopes that you’re just as sexually frustrated as him. Hoping that you were having filthy thoughts of him railing into you like he was. Hopes that you’re being tortured just the same as him. And you didn’t even know he pretended his fist was your pussy multiple times a day. “I’d like to take her to a museum.”

“Which one?” He asks with a smirk. Yeah, he’s making you uncomfortable as your arms try to figure out if they want to hang or cover your chest. Keep covering your chest. He likes the way your tits look.

“I don’t know.”

“No.”

“But Lloyd? Lyla Bee would love it.”

“Which one?” You stand there shell shocked, not really knowing. You were going to do some research during her morning nap. You seriously didn’t think this through, and you run through the options of nearby museums. “I have a better idea for you?”

“Oh yeah?” My god, your smile lights up a room. He’s already figured out how to make you respond positively. You just need a bit of coaxing. Skipping over to the seat beside him puts you way too close to him for whatever transpired last night, and he gawks at you. Unable to focus on anything but you making your own body rock in the bed instead of his thrusts.

You didn’t even pay him any mind. Instead you lean over to smile at Lyla whose slobber starts dripping out of her mouth as she smiles back. “What do you think daddy has planned for us?” He seriously wonders if you knew. If you had any clue what you were doing. “So what are you thinking?”

“This,” he slides over a pamphlet towards you, and you don’t even open it. Just look at the cover, and the way your face goes through so many motions in such a short amount of time is fascinating. “Is something wrong?”

“It says mommy and me.”

“It should honestly say nanny and me. Most of those people there are not the babies’ moms anyways. I signed you and Lyla up. You can take her every Tuesday and Thursday at one. Just in time for her to have been up from nap, and ready to go. It’s within walking distance, so you can take her pram. See, I’ve thought of everything.”

He had thought of everything. And while you are excited about getting out, and showing off what a cute baby you had, well he had, and you were nannying. But there’s something bothering you. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s nothing. I’ll take her.”

“No, we don’t do that here. You are bothered or worried about something, so what is it?” You shake your head no because you know you’re being silly, but the more you think about it, it doesn’t feel silly. “Dolly, it would be best for you if you told me what’s bothering me.”

“Are you going to spank me again?” He smirks, and you quickly turn your face the other way. That movement was too quick, and you didn’t think you would get caught. Embarrassment is palpable. It almost feels elementary when a crush catches you watching them.

“Is that what you would like?” Your mouth falls open, and you stare at him. Cemented to the ground because he is absurd. “Please, close your mouth, or I can find something to put in it.”

As fast as you close your mouth, Lloyd has already cursed himself ten times. He didn’t have to make a comment like that, but it’s out there now, and he hates the questions he sees running through your mind. It’s like a projector of your thoughts is coursing through his own, but he can’t take it back.

“I apologize for the incident last night.”

“You spanked my bare ass. My — pussy was right there.”

“Oh, I was very much aware, princess. I could feel it throbbing on my leg, and felt the drip of your slick on my pants. Judging by your body’s reaction you really liked it, so please don’t play your games with me,” he needs to get laid. Maybe thinking about anyone but the way you would look on your knees as he paints your lips with his precum would help. “I said I apologize. And I was trying to save you from your embarrassment.”

“It was humiliating!”

“And that adds to it. I mean what I say, and I say what I mean. You were out of your bedroom with no panties on. But we’re getting off track. Is this a ploy to avoid my question of what it is that’s bothering you or do you want to have a conversation of how we can make the spankings a normal occasion?” Lyla blabbers between the two of you. Carrying on an adult conversation and thankfully she didn’t understand any of it. “So what do you want to do? I am here to listen, what is bothering you?”

You can’t say that Lloyd hasn’t been listening to you. In fact he paid more attention to you than most people in your life. “It’s silly.”

“I’m sure it’s not if you’re avoiding it so bad.”

“I’m not her mom, and — I was raised by someone else, too, and I’m a basket case,” sweet girl. You and Lyla are similar enough, but very different in ways.

“Can I be honest?” He couldn’t entirely be honest with you. What was he supposed to say, ‘I rubbed one out while I listened to you say my name as you came so hard. Would you like a dick to come on?’

You nod your head, willing this conversation over, and this morning. “Lyla doesn’t have a mother. Her rights will be terminated as soon as possible. You had a mother, you had a nanny. Lyla has you, and she has me. I suppose it’s easier sometimes to raise a child than to just take care of one. And I am entrusting you to raise her. I won’t have women or men in and out of her life, she needs stability, and there’s very few things I can keep stable. But who I have taking care of and raising her is one of them, and for better or worse, I chose you.”

The conflict on your face tells him he said something wrong, and he doesn’t know how to fix it. Just how much did your family damage your ability to judge a good thing? You seem scared of a commitment, and yet want it. “Dolly, I know things have been a bit tense, right?”

“Yeah,” you giggle. Your glassy eyes glance at him, and you see right through him. Staring into his soul. You want him to show you the way. Guide you. And he will do that, with pleasure. He’ll make sure no one takes advantage of you or hurts you again. Not even him.

“I want this to work,” sure, choose his words carefully. Maybe it could mean more than just you being the au pair. It could mean something more. Words can be tricky. He loves when his words can have two meanings, and it leaves you wondering exactly which way he means. Both. He wants you to be the au pair to Dolly, and to him — he’s almost too embarrassed to say it out loud.

“We need an open dialogue. Do you think you’re feeling this way because you see already what a child that you didn’t birth is meaning to you, and…”

“My own blood didn’t love me the way that I love her,” loving a child is easy and simple. Developing that utmost devotion to a child and knowing you would take your last breath if it meant saving them. That is how Lyla made you feel. You wanted to protect her from the people of this world and love her in ways that nobody loved you.

The baby had more than enough, but what all children want is love. Things get old, they break, the batteries go bad, they get lost. But love is something you can feel forever. You see it, you know it, and it encompasses every part of you. Things you grow tired of. You were a thing to them, your parents. Growing tired of you on a regular basis. Bringing you out to play dress up with when they needed to look good.

A pretty and obedient little doll. Lloyd didn’t realize just how fitting Dolly was, because that’s exactly how your parents made you feel.

“I um — mmm, I’m not your — father, but I promise I won’t ignore you. It’s,” fuck he didn’t know what to say. He just wants you to hold his daughter who was giggling and jabbering away, thinking she is part of the conversation, while he holds you. You need to be held. You didn’t get held enough, and it’s showing. But this is a situation he doesn’t want to make uncomfortable and push in a possible sexual innuendo.

This moment is too tender for Lloyd’s typical self. He needs to go into ‘Daddy’ mode, and protect you. Comfort you, something the men in your life have failed to do. But the way he wants to be that source of escape for you hurts him.

“I want things to be good here. And…things are getting harder for me,” fuck he didn’t mean to say that.

“Harder?” Thank the fuck you didn’t feel his actual hard on. “Like at work?”

“Yes, exactly. Harder at work.”

“What’s going on at work?”

“I don’t talk about work. It’s just getting hard. If I become scarce, I don’t mean it,” that’s what your father used to say. Work is such a likely excuse. “I keep things from you to protect you,” and because you probably would think he was a fucking weirdo for having his head pressed against your door last night listening to you release whimpering his name.

“I have a short temper,” this is sounding like a grocery list of his own issues. “And I have a…”

“Tendency to be possessive,” you could say that. That makes it sound easy. He was a spoiled brat. His parents gave him everything he wanted. Made him dress up to parties where everyone catered to his every whim. Everything was always Lloyd Hansen’s. A terror.

“What gave you that impression?”

“The way you are with ‘The Verb’. I’m allowed to date, you know?”

“Yep, and you still choose assholes,” your major flaw was choosing the wrong assholes. He was the right asshole because he would know when to cut it off. He didn’t want to be an asshole to hurt you, lowering your self esteem so he can control you. No, his type of assholery was you are his. And his to take care of.

“Are you suggesting you would be any better?” You’re playing his game. He sees that small lift of your lip. He didn’t say anything about himself. Just that one ingrown toenail that you called a boyfriend. “Hmm?” brat. He would be perfect for you.

“I never mentioned myself.”

“So just spanking me is enough?” Bitch. You really were trying to twist his words to get answers. He likes you even more. “That was a threat you gave me the first night. Awfully forward for a new employee.”

“You do have a perfect ass with no panties on, it’s what you deserve,” he gives you a wink, grinning himself. “I think it’s time that you and miss Lyla get some tummy time. I’ll see you this evening. I’m having food delivered. All you have to do is set the table, Dolly. Have a good day my darling,” he totally means the baby, but he looks at you quickly. Giving Lyla a big kiss before handing her over to you. You stare right back at Lyla. He hopes your panties are already soaked, seeing how his cock was half mast itself. You are trouble.

A woman that could keep up with Lloyd is terrifying. But he loves a challenge. If only he didn’t have to tell his dick to stay limp and quit getting excited. His arm is tired. And you would feel better than his hand ever could.

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WARNING/S: non-con, rape, loss of virginity, rough sex, rough vaginal sex, rough oral sex, rough anal sex, unprotected sex, multiple men, blood, assault, abuse, slavery, trauma, threats of forced prostitution, mentions of kidnapping/abduction, mentions of death, mentions or murder, mentions of injuries, mentions of suicide. If I’ve missed anything, please let me know.

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CH. 1 - THEIR REWARD

{54 BC}

Her heart pounds in her chest as she slowly walks down the hall towards the man she despises more than anything in this world.

Dominus Julius Fabius. Her owner. Her master.

She wishes she could stick him in the neck with a dagger and watch him bleed to death, just like all the men he condemns when he forces them into the arena.

He’s pure evil.

The kind of evil Orcus uses to make an example of. The God of punishment and the Underworld is going to have fun with her master when he passes into the afterlife.

She’s lost count of how long it’s been. Five years? Probably more, if she’s being honest with herself. She doesn’t even know who she is anymore.

Except her name.

Amina.

To everyone around her, she’s a thing. An object meant to do as she’s told. No exceptions.

She runs her finger along the cold iron bolted around her neck, her slave collar.

Thirty coins. That’s what he paid for her. She didn’t know you could put a price on someone’s life but that’s what hers was worth, thirty whole coins.

“There you are girl” he growls as he grabs her wrist tightly and drags her towards a door at the end of the hall “I’m in a right mind to give you a lashing for making me wait”

“I’m sorry, they… they wanted to make sure everything was perfect” she mumbles, keeping her eyes on the floor to help hide her tears as she recalls the looks of pity on the faces of the women who got her ready.

She knows they know what her Master’s plans are, and she suspects the reason they took so long was to keep her from her fate for as long as they possibly could.

“I don’t care. Those fighters in there won me a lot of denarii today. You’re going to let them do whatever they want to you. All. Night” her master tells her, getting so close to her she can feel his warm, vile breath across her face.

“I… I’ve never…” she stammers, her eyes going wide as she realises what he’s saying.

“I know. I know you’ve never laid with a man before, they checked you when I brought you. That’s why I chose you” he says, a smirk spreading across his face. “Maybe I should put you in the Lupanar and whore you out after they’ve broken you in. Gods know you’d make me a fortune”

It takes everything in her not to turn and run as fast as she can as she swallows down the bile rising in her throat.

It would be pointless though, there’s guards everywhere. She wouldn’t make it to the end of the hall before they caught her. She’d be guaranteed a lashing too, a public one at that. Just like Vesta.

“I mean it girl. You’re theirs tonight. I don’t care if it hurts… in fact, I want it to. A lot” he whispers, pulling out a small dagger and cutting one of the shoulders of her dress, exposing her breast.

He runs the dagger tip over her nipple, pressing it into the sensitive bud until it breaks the skin, making her let out a small whimper of pain.

“If you resist, or put up a fight, you’ll be punished, and it’ll be much worse than what they’re going to do” he growls before pushing her into the room.

She can’t help but flinch as the large wooden door is slammed in her face, the echo of the metal latch being closed ringing in her ears.

She just stands there, staring at it as she takes shuddery breaths.

She knows what’s about to happen. What she’s about to go through. And there’s nothing she can do about it.

She’s trapped.

Locked in a room with three blood covered fighters.

Their reward for winning their master 5000 coin.

She’s their prize.

“Turn around” a deep voice commands, making her jump.

She closes her eyes, praying to the Gods that she wakes up from this nightmare as she slowly turns around.

She sees the man the voice belongs to and her breath catches in her throat as she fights back tears.

He’s the one who killed her brother.

Champion gladiator August.

“Name” he growls, slowly approaching her with a look similar to the lions in the arena before they attack.

“Am… Amina” she stammers, stumbling back against the door as he towers over her.

She can smell death on him. The twang of iron, of blood. Was it her brothers?

Her stomach churns at the thought and she wants to be sick.

“Amina” he repeats “honest, faithful. Beautiful name for a beautiful woman”

Under any other circumstance she might have smiled and thanked him for his compliment, just like she was taught, but not this time. She just can’t.

“I like to know their names before I take what I want” he tells her with a smirk.

He remembers them, every name. All the women he’s taken this way. Amina’s the latest entry on his ever growing list.

He grabs her dress and tears it off her body, letting the fabric crumple to the floor.

She instinctively tries to cover herself, but he stops her, prying her hands away from her body before grasping her breasts and squeezing.

A grin spreads across his face as he continues to grope her, pinching and rolling her nipples tightly between his fingers, making her whimper in pain.

The noise makes him let out a low growl from deep in his chest and his eyes go dark, almost black.

Before she can fully register what’s happening, he grabs her by the back of her neck and yanks her towards the small table on the other side of the room, forcing her onto her back.

He takes her legs behind the knees and pushes them open, exposing her to not only him, but the other two men in the room who are now standing behind him and looking over his shoulder.

Her stomach churns as she stares at the ceiling, her face burning with embarrassment as she tries to think of anything to distract her from the way he’s inspecting her.

She bites back a whimper as he touches her, his fingers playing with her most intimate area before spreading it open.

He lets out a satisfied hum, a smirk spreading across his face when he sees she’s intact, just like their Master promised.

“I’ve never had a pure one before” he says, to no one in particular as he pinches the small bundle of nerves above her opening, making her gasp loudly.

“They’re my favourite. Oh, the noises they make” one of the other men says excitedly, much to August’s annoyance.

“She’s mine, Lloyd” he growls, glaring at the man before turning his attention back to her, really looking at her for the first time since she entered the room.

And as much as she tries to look away, to look anywhere but the face of the man that’s about to brutalise her, she can't. Her green, terror filled eyes just stare at him, transfixed.

He’s seen her eyes, and that look, before. He knows he has. There’s something so familiar about them and it takes him a minute to place it. The man he killed in the arena a mere hours before. Her brother.

“You’ve got his eyes” he tells her before turning his gaze back between her legs.

She’s so caught up in the flood of emotions at what he just said that she doesn’t notice his finger pushing into her until it’s too late.

She lets out a loud yelp at the sudden pain between her legs, her body instinctively trying to close her legs and move away from the beast of a man in front of her.

He lets out an angry growl and yanks her up by her arm, turning her around and bending her over the table with so much force all the air leaves her lungs when her chest makes contact with the wooden surface.

“Don’t move” he growls, kicking her legs apart with his feet.

She grips the edge of the table, so tightly her fingers hurt, as tears well in her eyes. She prays the talk of his stamina is wrong, that it will be over quickly.

But it won’t.

When he’s done with her, there’s two more waiting.

And they have her all night…

The sound of his armour dropping onto the ground behind her makes her heart pound.

It’s happening.

Right now.

She squeezes her eyes shut, trying her best to relax when she feels him prod at her again, but it doesn’t matter.

He snaps his hips forward and tears into her with force, pulling a scream of pain from her that makes him grin.

In all the beatings she’s gotten over the years, she’s never felt pain like this.

It’s like a searing hot poker being forced into her over and over as she’s split in two.

The tears in her eyes escape and spill onto the table as he thrusts into her, over and over and over again. It feels like the more she cries, the harder his thrusts become.

“Best one I’ve had yet” he grunts as he lays over her, pressing her against the table with his full body weight, and starts grinding into her, moaning loudly in her ear.

He’s enjoying this, getting pleasure out of hurting her. How can he not? He’s a sadistic bastard!

Little does she know she’s not the first woman he’s forced himself into. It’s the whole reason he’s stuck fighting in that gods forsaken arena in the first place. And unless he dies there, she won’t be the last.

“You’re mine now, gonna take you like this whenever I want” he pants, making her let out a loud sob at the thought of him doing this to her over and over.

It all becomes too much and her stomach churns as bile rises in her throat, burning it as she chokes and coughs it up.

His moans start becoming louder as he ruts into her hard, his hips slamming her body into the table over and over and over.

“Oh Gods!” he roars, moaning loudly as his hips stutter then still before he thrusts into her as hard as he can, filling her with a strange warmth.

He says something to her, but she doesn’t hear a word of it, unable to hear anything except the loud ringing in her ears.

She lets out a loud whimper as he pulls out of her before kneeling and pushing her legs wider, smirking at the blood mixed with his spend dripping out of her.

He catches some with his fingers and pushes them inside her, forcing it back into her as she lies on the table, her entire body shaking and twitching from shock as she takes shallow, gasping breaths.

“My turn” the second of the men says, all but pushing August out of the way before grasping her by her hair and pulling her to her feet, making her cry out.

He pushes her to her knees, making quick work of removing his armour as she glances behind him at August drinking wine from a goblet and sees the size of him for the first time, enough to make Priapus himself blush.

She looks back at the second man, terror spreading through her yet again as she comes face to face with his member.

She can’t tell if he’s bigger, but it doesn’t matter. He’s going to defile her the same way August did without a care for her.

He hooks his finger into her mouth and forces it open before pushing himself in until she starts to gag.

He holds onto the sides of her head and starts thrusting, hitting the back of her throat with each snap of his hips.

A smirk spreads across his face as he moves one of his hands to the back of her head and forces her down onto him, deep throating her.

He holds her there, moaning at the feeling of the muscles in her throat squeezing him as she chokes.

“We can’t kill her, Lloyd” August warns as she starts scratching at his legs, trying desperately to get air.

He lets out a growl as he pulls himself out of her mouth and slaps her hard across the face before grabbing it and pulling her to her feet.

“You’re going to pay for that” he hisses, manhandling her onto the small bed in the corner of the room.

He climbs on after her, roughly pulling her hips up and slamming into her from behind.

“Gods, I’ve not taken a woman this good in years” he moans, throwing his head back and gripping her hips tightly as he thrusts hard, spurred on by her cries.

“I wonder if her other hole’s just as good?” August says with a smirk, leaning against the table he just had her bent over.

“Let’s find out” Lloyd replies, spitting on her ass. He pulls out and lines himself up with her tiny puckered hole before pushing himself into her, moaning loudly at the muscles squeezing him tightly in an attempt to force him out.

She lets out a shriek of pain, her body going rigid as she tries, and fails, to get away from the man violating her in a way she didn’t think was possible.

He lets out an evil laugh and pushes her face into the bed as he starts thrusting, going out of his way to hurt her as much as he can.

The noises leaving him as he uses her body for his pleasure are burned into her mind as she prays to the Gods to take her and put an end to the indescribable pain coursing through her body.

He looks down at where he’s thrusting in and out of her and smirks proudly at the sight of blood.

“It’s even better” he grunts to August, gripping her hips so tightly his nails break her skin.

“I’ll have to try it next” August says, slowly stroking himself as he watches Lloyd pound into the woman at their mercy over and over again, moaning to himself at the sound of her cries.

Lloyd lifts her hips higher, thrusting as hard as he can into her at the new angle, turning her cries into screams with every snap of his hip.

He lets out a long moan, throwing his head back as he cums hard, filling her with the same strange warmth August did.

“Gods, I’m doing that again” he pants as he slowly pulls himself out of her bloody back passage before slapping her ass, making her yelp as she collapses into the bed.

“You’ll get your chance. It’s your turn, Nick” August says, getting the attention of the third man standing on the other side of the room.

Until now, he’s not paid much attention to the events happening in the small room, trying to drown out her cries and think of anything other than what he wants to do to her.

It’s wrong, he knows it’s wrong, but he doesn’t care. He wants her. And it’s his turn to take her.

He slowly walks towards her, removing his armour as he does before gently turning her over and climbing into the bed.

“No more… please” she begs quietly as he spreads her legs with his knees and settles between them.

Asking for mercy is useless, she knows that. All she is to them is an object to seek pleasure from, to defile.

The only thing she can do is close her eyes and brace herself for the pain as he slowly pushes in, a long moan leaving him as he fills her.

But when he starts to move, the pain doesn't come.

She opens her eyes and stares at him, confused, and scared, by what she's feeling.

Why doesn’t it hurt?

Why is it so different?

Why does it feel… nice?

“Gods” she gasps, her eyes fluttering shut as he starts to speed up, letting out a moan that drowns out the one that slips past her lips.

She has no idea what he’s doing differently to August and Lloyd but she prays he keeps doing it because it feels good, amazing even.

Her mind races as she tries to understand what’s happening. Why does she feel bad, so embarrassed and ashamed, when what’s happening right now feels so good?

He moves his hips faster, harder. The sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room as he gropes one of her breasts before pinching her nipple hard, pulling another moan from her.

He slowly glides his hand up her chest to around her neck, squeezing the sides. The sudden restriction of air makes her panic and start clawing at his hands, making him squeeze even more.

Her eyes roll back as a weird pressure builds between her legs, making whatever he’s doing to her feel even better.

It suddenly breaks, making her moan loudly as a pleasant burning sensation washes over her, before everything goes black…

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