TW: CNC, I repeat CNC.

A sub jokingly blaming their dom for abusing them whilst they’re being eaten out, hands gripping on their dom’s hair and head thrown back in pleasure.

“Abusing hm? How about you call the cops on me, then?” The sub not quite understanding until they see

their owner dialing a number on their phone.

“W-What are you going,..” they ask in a shy voice as they attempt to close their legs only for the dom to spread them apart again before handing the phone over.

Without a word, they unbuckle their belt and slowly pull their cock out, giving it a few strokes.

“I want you to tell them what’s happening in this room. Got a smart mouth? Then play this game properly.”

Before the sub could try and protest, the emergency phone operator asks

for the reason of their call and at the same time, they feel the dom slam into them without a hint of mercy.

“Go ahead.” They mouth silently, grip bruisingly tight around their baby’s thighs as they ruthlessly pound into their little wet hole, a devilish grin on their lips.

The sub not being able to speak, screams into the pillow as their eyes roll back, hand tight around the phone.

“I said. fucking. speak.” They whisper in a threatening voice, thrusting their cock deep inside them and staying still for a moment.

The sub shakingly holding the-

phone up to their ear as tears begin to form due to the overwhelming feeling of both pain and pleasure.

“A-Abuse..” they whisper pathetically before their dom scoffs darkly.

“Can’t speak all of a sudden, stupid slut. Is it perhaps..” they pause before rolling their hips

to slam back into their cunt again. “.. my cock doing this to you?” The doms pouts, a hint of fake pity in their voice.