Y/N'S POV

Pulling tightly at the sheets on the bed to smooth them out, I sighed impatiently, waiting for Sweeney to come home.

     Sweeney and I had been dating for awhile now, and I had grown close with Mrs. Lovett as well.

      We had met at the pie shop, and I was actually looking for work. Mrs. Lovett made me a baker, but told me to never eat the pies.

       I didn't find out until one day I ran into Sweeney, and he had reluctantly shown me what he did.

        After I found out about Judge Turpin, I felt bad, but Sweeney clearly didn't need or want my pity.

        Suddenly, I heard the door of my apartment open, and Sweeney's voice.

        "Y/N? Are you home, my love?"

        "Yes, Sweeney. I'm in the bedroom," I replied, going to the door.

         Sweeney breezed in and kissed my cheek, his movements a bit slow. He rolled his neck from side to side.

         "Love, are you okay?" I asked. "You seem tense, can I help you with anything?"

         Sweeney nodded, meeting my eyes. "I'm really stressed, Y/N, with the shop and all, and Judge Turpin-"

         Shaking my head quickly, I cut him with a slow kiss. He cupped my cheek with his hand, feeling how his palm was rough.

         His tongue flicked across my lower lip, but I wouldn't let him yield. The truth was, I'd been wanting to take the lead in bed for awhile now....

         But that was rare when you had someone who insisted on being dominant.

          "Forget the judge, Sweeney. We can talk about that later," I reassured him, smiling gently once we pulled away.

          "Now," I continued, grabbing his hands and gently pushing him back onto the bed, before straddling his lap, "I want to please you, Sweeney. Would you let me?"

          After, I pressed a slow kiss under his ear, knowing it made him weak.

          His hands tightened on the skirt of my dress, a soft gasp slipping from his throat. "Y/N..." He groaned.

          His voice was low, sounding like gravel to my ears, a warning. Very rarely he would let me take the lead, but when I did, it was only for so long.

          Luckily, I knew his weak points really well. 

          Trailing hot kisses on his neck, I rolled my hips on his clothed lap, gripping his shoulders for support.

          Sweeney's hand shot up to my hair, grasping the back of my neck, close to my nape, pushing my head closer. "Fuck..."

           The sudden pain made me whimper softly, fact that made him smirk and lift my chin up. "Sweetheart, I know what you're doing, and it'll only work for a little while," he rasped. "I have only so much control."

           "Then let go." I stated. And I  saw something behind his expression crack. 

            His pupils were blown wide with lust as he shut his eyes and our lips crashed together.

            Our tongues and bodies fought for dominance; my pace more slow and passionate, his hurried and heated.

           Finally we found a tempo that was somewhere in between.

            I pulled off his black vest, and then worked on the buttons of his white long sleeved shirt. My mouth, meanwhile, was leaving marks on his neck.

            Sweeney was clearly impatient. He forced my hands away and ripped open his shirt, before throwing the rest to the floor.

           His taut torso and chest blessed my eyes, and I couldn't wait to feel it against me.

            My corset was unlaced quickly, and met his shirt and vest on the floor. With his help, we lifted my dress up and over.

            I pushed Sweeney back until his head met the pillows. He braced himself on his elbows, his eyes ablaze.

            "Darling, you look gorgeous," he groaned, squirming a little.

            I smirked, and kissed him again. Then I got to undoing his pants and pulling them off, along with his boxers.

            I straddled him. And then I grinded at him until he was groaning and grunting under me, his hands sliding over my skin. "Y/N, I'd prefer it if you did that....with nothing in the way."

            Fuck.

           With agility, I flipped off of him, removing my panties. Then I turned my back to him. My teeth were clenched, and I was shaking from the effort of trying not to climax so quickly.

           Sweeney may have been the boss in the bedroom, but he had no clue what was coming with this new position.

            No idea.

           I crawled back over him, while he was still dazed. Then I grabbed the base of his dick and lightly squeezed.

           "Y/N- if you do that- I won't be able to stop myself-"

            But he never finished that sentence, because at that moment, I positioned myself on him and slid down carefully.

            A loud growl ripped from Sweeney's throat, and his hands were automatically on my hips.

            Whimpers left my mouth, sounding clogged. I braced my hands on the sheets, and lifted myself up, before going back down again.

            "Y/N...."

            With every grind, every grunt and growl coming from him, I felt his dick get longer and harder inside me.

             It only riled me up even more.

             Very soon, Sweeney started thrusting as well, his thighs tensing. His hands tightened and loosened on me with every movement.

              "You feel so good, God, Y/N..." He growled.

              In the mirror standing next to my dresser, I could see us both so clearly. Me riding him at a moderate pace, breasts bouncing. His hands tightening and loosening on my hips signalled that sooner or later, he'd lose it.

              And man, did I love it when he lost his control.

              But not tonight.

              Sweeney sat up, his broad chest pressing against my back. He snaked his arms around to rub and fondle my breasts. "Look at you, Y/N, my pretty dove... AH!" He grunted in my ear, voice jerky.

              I threw my head back, feeling how his mouth hungrily sucked and bit at the skin, pulling purple marks to the surface.

              Suddenly he poked a finger at my mouth. I turned my head, meeting his eyes. I slowly sucked his fingers, from the base to the tip, before he pulled them out and lowered them.

              Sweeney growled at the sight, flicking his hips upward. "You're so sensitive, yeah?"

              God, why were my nipples so-

              A needy moan left me, as Sweeny circled his wet fingers on the buds, taking his time.

              Two can play at this game.

              In an effort to take back some control, I grinded down harder against him, gritting my teeth. He gasped, holding me still, and I smirked under my veil of hair.

              A hand roughly gripped my hair, earning a whine from me. "So you're going to play now? I warned you, Y/N." He growled, digging his nails into my hip.

              With a grunt, he thrusted upwards, rolling me back against him, as promised. The new angle hit a spot in me that made my thighs tremble.

               Luckily and unluckily, Sweeney wasn't one to miss details. He gripped me tighter, wrapping my hair around his hand. Slid my chin to him, and crashed our lips together.

              Dang it.

             Sweeney loved being dominant. No choice. But hearing him growl and groan under me was tempting....

             But when he went all out, I was left with a few bruises, and my legs were wobbly the next day.

              Should I test him?

             Rolling my hips roughly, Sweeney let out a long groan, signalling he was close. "Y/N, God-"

              I broke away from kissing him to cry out his name,  and feel the high strike me.

              Sweeney let go of my hair to grip the sheets roughly, leaving all the work on me again. His growls sent me even higher, if possible.

              I braced my hands on his knees, panting and whimpering, but continuing to ride out our climaxes.

            Behind me,  Sweeney was a panting and growling mess. I was on the same boat, barely holding myself up.

              "Stop for a second, Y/N." Sweeney ordered, teeth gritted. It seemed like he was just barely holding himself together after what we both experienced.

              I stopped, turning my head. Sweeney simply sat up and grabbed my waist, gently lifting me off of him, and laying me down.

             I was still recovering from my climax, that it took me a second to register the hot, wet love between my legs.

              "Sweeney, you don't have to-Oh..."

              My shaky hands found his hair and gently cupped his head, as I lifted my head to watch the obscene view in between my legs. "S-Sweeney...."

              Once he was finished, he kissed my inner thigh. The gleam in his eyes were unmistakable.

              "Did that help? Did you like it, what I did?" I asked, still playing with his hair.

              His body sunk into the mattress beside me. He pulled the sheets up to cover us both. "I actually loved it, Y/N," he crooned. He kissed my forehead gently. "You should try that more often...assuming I don't lose all my control." He winked.

             "Sweeney!"