Used by my boyfriend Free Use and Somno Erotica #6
But as he looked at her sitting in the center of the bed, the cool, possessive intensity in his dark eyes remained entirely unchanged.
The hardworking CPA had fully embraced his new authority, and there was no going back.
He sat down on the edge of the mattress, handing her a mug before reaching out to rest his large, warm hand firmly on her bare ankle under the covers.
"How are you feeling, birthday girl?" Connor asked, his voice deep, calm, and attentive. The predatory detachment of the workweek had shifted back into the voice of her dedicated boyfriend, but the underlying weight of his command was permanently there.
Maddie took a slow sip of her coffee, her eyes locking onto his.
"I feel completely worn out, Connor. My pussy feels like it doesn't even belong to me anymore."
A soft, radiant smile spread across her face, her eyes shining with absolute bliss.
"And I've never been happier in my entire life. The vanilla stuff feels like a lifetime ago."
Connor nodded slowly, his thumb tracing the bone of her ankle with a firm, steady pressure.
"It changed things for me, too, Maddie. Walking into this apartment knowing that I don't have to navigate boundaries, that I don't have to check if you're tired, or ask if you're in the mood... it clears my head completely.
Coming home to use your pussy after a brutal day of work is the only thing that resets my brain now."
"I loved waking up to you inside me," Maddie whispered, leaning forward, the duvet slipping down slightly to expose the smooth curve of her chest and the white tank top from the afternoon.
"Knowing that I was fast asleep, totally helpless, and you just took what belonged to you without a single word. It made me feel like an object. It made me feel completely used."
"You were used," Connor corrected calmly, his grip tightening on her leg just enough to remind her of his strength.
"And when you were kneeling under my desk while I was typing emails, taking my cock while I worked... that's a level of excitement we've never had before. I've never felt more connected to you."
Maddie reached over to her nightstand, picking up her phone. She pulled up the original Reddit post she had shared with him on the couch just days ago. "The trial week is officially over tonight."
Connor took her coffee mug and set it down on the nightstand next to his own. He reached over, gently taking the phone from her fingers, and clicked the screen off, tossing it face-down onto the duvet.
"We don't need a trial period anymore, Maddie," Connor said, his voice dropping into that low, authoritative octave that instantly made her pussy throb with a fresh, hot drop of wetness.
"This is just how we live now. You're my free-use slut. Every room in this apartment belongs to my cock, and every hour of the day or night is mine to take. Conscious or unconscious."
"Yes, Connor," she whimpered, her knees naturally parting under the blanket as she felt a familiar, burning wave of horniness slam into her lower belly. "Please. Own me."
Instead of answering with words, a tight, helpless smirk appeared on the corner of Maddie's lips—the permanent, unyielding sign of her total and absolute consent.
Connor looked down at her, a slow, dominant grin spreading across his face as he noticed the sudden shift in her breathing. He reached into his sweatpants, his thick, heavy cock already rock hard and veiny, pulsing with an immediate afternoon erection that stretched his boxers tight.
"The work is done for the weekend, and we have nowhere to be," Connor murmured, his hands roughly grabbing her by the waist and dragging her down until she was flat on her back in the center of the bed.
He pulled the duvet completely off her, exposing her pale, bare legs and her glistening pink lips to the warm evening light.
He stood over her on the mattress, his physical presence completely blotting out the rest of the bedroom. He reached down, his long fingers spreading her soaking wet pussy lips wide, observing the way her flesh was already dripping and ready to receive him again.
"Let's sign the permanent contract," he hissed.
He didn't use lube, and he didn't ease himself in. He gripped her thighs, pushing them back toward her chest to open her up completely, and drove his thick, heavy shaft straight into her wet, tight pussy in one singular, devastating lunge.
Maddie let out a loud, ringing scream of pure, submissive bliss into the quiet room, her internal walls instantly clamping down around his girth as he buried himself to the absolute hilt.
She held onto his shoulders, her fingers clawing into his back as he established a heavy, relentless rhythm, his pelvis slamming against her backside with a wet, heavy force.
He hammered into her under the fading sunlight, completely dominating her body in the permanent afterglow of their agreement.
There were no more doubts, no more vanilla routines, and no boundaries left to cross—just the raw, primal reality of a boyfriend owning his girlfriend, and a woman finding her ultimate freedom in total, absolute surrender.
Let it burn away.
What comes next is even bolder.