Shitty ending. Requested by petewentzthatway

It's strong enough to bind, enough that it doesn't break when I pull at it but enough that Pete would be able to cut me free.

I watch as he rips a piece off with his teeth, and wraps it around my wrists as the third and final layer. Our rope had snapped when we were trying shibari and we never use handcuffs so we're left with this for now. We could just skip scenes until we get new rope, but I've been stressed lately and snappy and Pete eventually just ordered me into the bedroom.

Which brings me here.

"Sir?"

"Shut the fuck up."

I obey, lowering my eyes as he rips off a shorter piece of tape and places it on the back of my hips.

"I'm gonna make this quick, so get on your hands and knees like the fucking whore you are."

I look up at him with wide eyes, but comply, eyes lowered as I position myself as he asks, hands digging into the bed.

Rrrrrip!

That's another piece of duct tape. It comes around my knees, binding them together and once he has one initial strip on, he begins to just unroll the duct tape around my knees until he's satisfied.

"Sir—"

"I said shut up!" Pete growls, slapping my ass before prepping himself quickly. There's a moment of silence where neither of us speak and I just hear the slicking of lube and the rolling of a condom and I know he's not gonna prep me.

He really is mad.

"What?" He breathes.

"What are you going to do, Sir?" I ask, whimpering in submission.

"Well, you've been an asshole lately, and you need something to relax. So I'm gonna punish you, and then I'm gonna put you in subspace." Pete replies, "Which means no cumming."

"Sir!" I protest, turning my head. He slaps me and yanks me back by my hair, ripping off another piece of tape and placing it over my lips so I can't speak.

"You aren't gonna cum and you're gonna fucking deal with it so shut the fuck up!"

I lower my head and raise my ass the slightest, hoping he'll be less mad if I just obey.

I take a deep breath, shutting my eyes and just feel the sensations as Pete grips my hips and begins to enter himself into my tight heat, my unspread legs making it impossibly tighter.

His cock pressed all the way in to the base, not too thick, thankfully. It makes me grimace nonetheless due to the burn of the stretch.

He lets me adjust, then pulls out and pushes back in, the movements smooth and slick. I know he won't be aiming for my prostate. I'm not supposed to cum anyways.

So while it feels good for me and it probably feels 10x better for Pete, I just keep my head down obediently and take it, knowing I should have just asked for him to put me into subspace before... this.

The duct tape begins to stretch uncomfortably around my wrists and knees and right as Pete tenses up behind me, he grabs the tape he left on my waist and rips it, coming at the same time and making me scream out into the makeshift gag.

Tears gather at my eyes as Pete rubs where the tape ripped up blond hairs and kisses it gently, the burn is horrible, but it's fading.

"You did so good, Baby." He whispers, pulling off the duct tape on my mouth gently before kissing me and pulling out.
Once he's cleaned himself up, he sits on the edge of the bed and pats his lap, signaling for me to bend over it.

"Are you okay?" Pete asks softly, nodding toward my achingly hard cock.

"Yes, Sir. I just... I need to go for a little, please. I'm sorry for being such a goddamned asshole." I whisper, ass in the air as he massages it gently.

"Good, count them so I know if you're still with me." Pete nods, then slaps my ass. It's not too hard but not too soft, a strength that I know I can keep for a while.

He continues to go, starting a steady pace and continuing it, watching me try to relax as I count.

"Seven."

Slap!

"Eight."

Slap!

"Nine..."

I feel myself slipping fast, muscles relaxing and my words becoming mumbles and slurs.

"Fteen... stin... seventeen..."

And it all fades to that happy place I've missed.