Master of Puppets

by xmichaelmyers (ao3)

You melted into the warmth of his palm, the softness of his touch juxtaposing the callouses on his fingers from the aggressiveness he played the strings of his guitar with, his hard knuckles protruding as he cupped your jaw and pressed his pads against your temporal bone, his hot breath filling your mouth as he moaned again and turned his head to deepen the kiss, his tongue slipping against yours and making the hair on the back of your neck, alongside down your arms, stand on end. Your left hand moving from where it pinched the hem of his shirt at his hip, it swept up to his ribs, then, pulling yourself nearly onto his lap, his opposite arm wrapping around you—accepting this—your felt the muscles of his back, and over his scapula, tense as he pulled when you pushed, and pushed when you pulled, moving with you, bringing you to straddle him with a grunt with the movement of his hand from your face to your ass, swiping the bottom of your thigh with widened fingers pinching the softness before bringing you up, slumping beneath you and smirking when you clung to him with claws that dug into his shoulders, gasping before giggling. Then, crashing back down into the kiss, immediately, your pelvis ground forward as your spine curved and you brought your shoulders up, inhaling through your nose, feeling the blood that flushed your cheeks pool in your core. It was obvious that Eddie was in the same place as you, his neck straining as he leaned his head back against the cushion and the way his hip twitched up against yours whenever you pulled up, chasing the burning friction of having you involuntarily rub against him, his bulge stiffening against the already swollen heat of your folds, both restricted by denim that darkened with the soaking of your need, purrs and gentle moans, muffled praises uttered whenever he pushed your hair back and attached his pout to the underside of your jaw, then pulse, sighs of you’re so beautiful, you drive me crazy, how are you this cute all flustered? Turning to harsher grunts and choked breaths the further you went, the further you allowed each other to go, before Eddie began struggling to say something, and grabbing your shoulders, pried your mouth from his, making you straighten your shoulders and reach up, pushing his messy bangs back as your fingers combed through them.

“What’s wrong?” You licked your lips, the two of you still breathing heavy. You tilted your head slightly to the side, observing his expression, which was glossed over by lust. Eddie was good at a lot of things, but hiding his arousal was not one of them, and something that threatened to get the two of you in trouble many times throughout your relationship. 

He gulped. “N-nothing-” then gave a lazy grin, lowering his hands to pull at your hips, then the cinch of your waist, making you giggle. “Nothing, sweetheart, I just-I wanted to ask you… Something.” Large, warm, syrupy brown eyes the darkness of black coffee stared up at you, and you wondered how anyone in your town of Hawkins could ever think he looked… Scary. Behind you, the fuzz of static crackled through the voices coming from the small television, what program it was on now you didn’t know, advertisements with jiggles that wormed their way into seemingly everyone’s ear cutting through your thoughts every so often, but not being interesting enough to tear your attention from your boyfriend. The crisp strawberry and hop of bubbly bear still stinging the back of your throat, it mixed with the scratch of salt and oil against your lips from the buttered, canary yellow popcorn you and Eddie had both scooped into your mouths from having blown up the paper bag in the microwave. When you licked your lips, more so to taste him off of them, you could still taste the remnants of the butter and smoky underton, half-budded kernels crunching between your molars in the process of chewing. When you didn’t respond with anything but a lift of your brows and small nod down at him, Eddie cleared his throat and continued, softer and more hesitant. “Maybe we could… Put something else… On?”

“The TV?”

“Uh-yeah-”

You laughed, not mocking him but just out of confusion and surprise, your mind failing to trail after what he was insinuating, until he carefully slipped from under you so you curled to your side on the couch and nervously fumbled with the controller. Soon, as the channels flipped past cartoons and sit-coms, the noise hit your ears first, and what you were staring at was the diluted saturation of pink flesh; a woman’s form, bare of any clothing, traveling down a man’s body in a clearly dominant position. Eddie had brought his other hand to his mouth, biting on his already shortened nails, and gauging your reaction, offered, “we can-uh-we can change it if you don’t want-”

“No-” you blurted, and setting the remote down, Eddie hurried back to you, sitting back and watching as, on the TV, the woman teased the man, pulling at his nipples with your teeth and leaving blooming red blotching hickies before it was revealed that she was wearing a strap-on, his legs spread for her, at her direction, he clasped his arms beneath his knees to arch his ass up while she kept his erect cock behind his thighs and pulling his cheeks apart, first pushed the head of the jelly cock inside of him, using one hand to slowly wring out his shaft with her squeezed palm before pushing all the way inside. You clenched your jaw, drawing in yourself from Eddie and watching the dim illumination of the screen with your whole face becoming hot, your quickening pulse making your clit burn as your body reacted to the picture. 

It wasn’t until Eddie bent to the side and pushed your hair out of the way to kiss your neck, and hummed that you absent mindedly slung an arm around his shoulders and allowed him to lower you beneath him, keeping your eyes on the low-budget porno and watching with a buck of your hips into Eddie’s curious fingers and a whimper as the woman jacked off and fucked the man, whose face wasn’t shown, beads of pearl-white precum dribbling from the slit of his tip and adding to the woman’s lubrication. 

“You like what you see?” Eddie huffed, fitting himself between your thighs while rubbing you through your jeans, causing your skin to itch. 

Your throat closed, your depths clenched around the idea of doing that to Eddie, and you merely exhaled, “ye-yeah,” not expecting him to look back to the screen and chuckle. 

“I… uh… wouldn’t mind if-”

“You’d let me peg you?”

“Make me youor cum slave?”

“That’s a-”

“Lot.” He pulled back up, sitting on one heel with the other leg hanging off the couch. His brows raised, he lifted a palm to swipe down his face, and you followed his movements, pushing yourself up onto your elbows, first, then to your hands. “But I-I don’t know, I worship you, anyways, right? So like, if you wanted to fuck me—not that you already don’t—but if you really wanted, if you wanted to-do that, then maybe… Maybe we can, is all I’m saying, but only if yo udon’t think it’s weird. Or if you don’t want to, or if it makes you uncomfortable-”

“Have you ever been pegged before?” You squeaked. The image of him like that making you flinch. 

“N-no-” Eddie laughed. “But I trust you-” he then lowered his mouth back to yours, and smiled, “I trust you… To fuck me… To own my body, as I own yours…” 

And with that, you damn near squealed, your other arm slinging around him so your hand buried your fingers in the long waves of chocolate flowing from his scalp over his shoulders, shifting your hips so impatiently that he laughed at your excitement, and kissed him madly; huffing “fuck me,” before his lips traveled back down your throat, hands roaming your stomach and hips before peeling up your shirt, and Eddie shook his head. 

“Not yet, Temptress, ” he cooed, his eyes meeting your wild ones again, “I’m not worthy of such a thing yet.” 

“ Why are you talking to me like you’re roleplaying Dungeons and Dragons? ” You groaned, hating the heat that crashed through you like a wave. 

“Oh, like you’re not trembling from how wet you are whenever I do. Don’t pretend I don’t see the way you react to some of my top performances-” 

“Shut up!” 

“Yes, Temptress, or would you prefer to be known as My Lady, Mistress, Madam, Seductress, My Queen, My Liege, Master, or perhaps the classic, Mommy? I would even call you Daddy if you wanted.”

“ MOMMY?” You blurted, out of breath. “Eddie Munson, you did not just say that.”

“Are you mad at me, Mommy?” He smirked, and your jaw hung open, unsure of how to respond, the only thing coming out of your mouth being a stuttered question.

“D-do you-do you like-calling me that?”

Nuzzling your hip, finally moving to between your thighs but keeping you clothed, Eddie suckled at the denim and breathed heavy against it. “I like making you feel good. ” And your hand returned to his hair, sweeping back his bangs before fisting at the top of his head. 

“Then make me feel good.” Earning a grin from him before he pushed himself up one last time in order to yank your jeans down your hips, then discard them from your legs, Eddie hurriedly—passionately—began making out with your swollen folds, swirling his tongue around your erect nub and suckling at your clit till you seethed his name and tugged on his hair, when he inserted two thick digits to your fluttering walls and coaxed from you a heavy, desperate orgasm that threw you over its peak as quickly as it had built; the high wearing off slowly, with sweat prickling your soft skin and your exasperated, tired breathing laced with his name, cut off by him kissing you and wanting to soak that neediness up, before, still maneuvering the size of the couch, you tackled Eddie beneath you and took what you truly wanted at that moment, all the while the distant moaning and grunting of porn still shot through the room, turned low enough you could ignore it if you really wanted to. 

The next day, Eddie drumemd his fingers against the navy countertop of the rectangular cafeteria table he sat at and awaited your arrival with a clumpy, viscous scoop of overly-cheesy mac n’ cheese, chicken tenders and cold green peas in front of him, a cardboard and plastic-lined box of whole milk half finished dangling at his fingertips before he set it down at the sight of you moving at a fast pace past where you normally would have waited in line for another five to ten minutes with a tray of your own. His spine straightening, his brows furrowed, chin angling up as soon as you arrived at the table, and he was about to get up, asking “what’s the matter?” Through the bustle of the room—his voice almost becoming lost in the clattering and thudding and slapping of plastic and heavy textbooks, the ringing, shrill laughter of lower-classmen horsing around shooting from across the way—when you pressed a hand to his shoulder and merely kissed him on his cheek. 

“I can’t stay for lunch. I just wanted to come by and see you before I left.”

“What? Why? Is everything okay?” 

“I just have to run an errand. And no, Eddie, you can’t come, okay? I’m sorry.” 

“Wait-where are you going?” 

“I have to go. Don’t follow me.” You kissed again, this time catching his lips, which were greedy and almost impossible to tear yourself from as he followed you, standing again with a hand coming to snatch your hip and pull you closer. Nonetheless, you hurried away, leaving Eddie to slump back heavily to his seat and gnaw on his body lip, which tugged down into a deep frown alongside his lowered brows and entire figure giving off the air of upset. 

The rest of the party noticed this, Dustin having said hello to you when you arrived, to which you returned with a short and breathless, hey, before you redirected your attention to Eddie, and Mike asked, “what was that about?” 

Eddie didn’t respond, merely resting forward with his elbows to cradle his face in his hand and lazily take the eight-ounce carton of milk back between his fingers, turning it around and looking at the small, printed Safetypup cartoon character with the blurb ‘never take short cuts on the way home!,’ part of the campaign of putting missing kids on milk cartons. He had one at home, just 11 years old, but couldn’t remember her name. But sometimes, standing in front of the refrigerator at night with the cool, mint blue LED lights illuminating her grainy, black and white photo, Eddie would stand there cradling the half-gallon jug in his palm, chewing a sticky glob of melting peanut-butter slathered bread that stuck to the back of his molars and roof of his mouth, half-asleep, imagining where she lived, her family out looking for her in the woods with friends, that maybe she had just been walking down the street back from a friends when it started to get dark, or that her mom had asked her to go ask the neighbors for salt, or butter, or that she was making her way to or from the school bus; goosebumps littering his arms before he finally tried to swallow the wheat and creamy peanut butter and unlatched the lip of the milk, gulping down the thick white until it gushed from the corner of his lips and dripped onto the collar of cropped metallica t-shirt, the curling edges lifting above his hip bones. 

You waited until you were sure Eddie’s uncle had gone to work—the van gone and lights turned off when you arrived—to head over. Using the key Eddie gave you after your first year together, you turned on the lights and entered Eddie’s bedroom, looking around for a moment before setting the plastic bag containing your ‘errand’ down on his mattress, only having you would guess, twenty more minutes max to prepare until Eddie walked in after you.

When he did, having seen your car outside, he hurried to his room with a worried, but excited, relieved expression tugging his mouth into a giddy smile. He hovered at the door for a second, then rushed you; sweeping you up into his arms from behind and earning a squeal and then giggles when he nuzzled his face in the crook of your shoulder and began peppering your cheek. When he set you down—not releasing you from his arms but allowing you to turn around and face him—he bent his knees and lowered himself to kiss you, and you wrapped your arms around his neck so that when he stood again, your feet lifted gently from the ground. “I missed you.” He murmured against your mouth. “So damn much.”

“Not-seeing-me-” you then pulled away slightly, “during lunch and then after school for once isn’t going to kill you.”

“I’m rotting as we speak. Now please just keep kissing me-bring me back to life-” 

“You’re so dramatic.” You shook your head slightly while leaning in and feeling him melt, and truly melt against your mouth, your fingers tugging through his long locks as your body dangled down his before he fell over you, careful not to crush youre frame when you landed with a bounce of the springs on his mattress, but pinning you with his hands cupping either side of your head and his legs pushing up your thighs as he began kissing you with more vigor, hurry, one hand coming to pinch your hip and then mold your left cheek in his palm, hiking your knee further up his side. The only sound filling his room being your sighing, muffled moans and heavy breathing for a couple more minutes before he grunted and in a startled, strangled choke, then laughter at you wrangling him to the side, then beneath you so you then straddled him. 

Grinding your hips down, you guided his palms up to grope your breasts, and Eddie chuckled, “chr-christ, Y/n,” while lifting his jaw, showing off the striated musculature of his throat and pointed Adam’s apple. When you wriggled your pelvis again, pushing your chest into his fingertips, he winced, and you pouted.

“You’re so pretty, you know that? Especially when you’re all achy and needy. Perhaps I should leave you alone more often.”

“O-oho-no. No. Don’t y-you dare you already cause me plenty agony just being around me, thank y-you very m-much. The very last thing I need is to not have access to you.” 

His cheeks blushing a deep rouge, you could feel him growing beneath you, his heat radiating up between your thighs as he began to strain his denim, high-waisted jeans buckled around his narrow hips, and could see in the hazy gloss of his dark chocolate, beady orbs that it was starting to click, but only truly shifted into place of what was going on when you tore his grip from your boobs and stretched your body above his to slam his wrists above his head, the movement causing his brows to quirk down, then up and his lips to open, but nothing to come out but a meek whimper. Feeling this sudden wave of confidence come over you, you huffed, “stay here. Don’t move.” And then hopped off of Eddie before he could catch you, causing him to slump back down with a groan and pinch the crease between his brows, watching you move over to his stereo. After a few moments of fumbling through his cassettes, you finally looked down at the art to Iron Maiden’s 1982 album The Number of the Beast, Eddie, crouching over the devil with fire licking at his fingertips while the other hand seemingly puppets the crazed, horned red figure with the pitchfork as the ground sparks ablaze beneath them, storm clouds swirling behind Eddie’s white shaggy mane as the album title drips red in the left corner. Popping open the plastic, you handled the black rectangle into the slot in his stereo and closed it with a pop before adjusting the volume and pressing play, turning the fifth track up as a solemn, deep voice began to tell a tale… “ Woe to you, oh earth and sea. For the Devil sends the beast with wrath, because he knows the time is short; let him who hath understanding reckon the number of the beast, for it is a human number… Its number… is six hundred and sixty-six.” Before the guitar chords tore through the speakers, and you hurried out of the room to the bathroom, closing the door behind you and leaving Eddie to lay there, staring at the empty space in front of him, then with a jump of his heart—lodging in his throat—frantically push himself further up the bed and start tearing his clothes from his body, tossing them to the floor. 

Latex pinched your skin, pulling at your hips and pushing your boobs up, the low neckline putting them on display as the one inch straps tugged over your collar bones met in a high back, until—turning around to view your ass—the one piece hardly covering anything, the latex front stretching up your stomach before curving up above your hip bones—the shiny fabric threatened to turn into a g-string. You turned back around, pinching at the latex over your mons and making sure you were fully covered, then adjusted your breasts with a huff. You hadn’t ever put anything like this on before, not for yourself, not for Eddie, not for anyone. You squeezed your jaw and bent down, slipping on a pair of black platform heels you bought alongside the sleeveless body suit, lacing the straps up your calf past your ankles and observing the thickness of the heel and the two inches already added to the toes before standing and adding to your outfit possibly the most bizarre addition. Or at least, to you, it looked the most bizarre: a leather straps with silver loops and spikes connected to a stainless steel, 7-inch dildo that curved slightly upward. Buckling the leather around your thighs, then strapping the longer one around your hips before reaching down between your legs and tugging the last one up to cinch in the middle of the curve of your lower spine, successfully holding in place the hefty appendage, you gawked at yourself. A sly grin growing on your face, as well as a growing blush on your cheeks, you also felt the sneaking embarrassment of walking out like this crawl up your spine, almost wanting to take the strap-on off and put it back on once you were on the bed with Eddie. However, for it to have the full effect, to go out there and have this image, this role, complete, you knew you needed to go out there and not back down. 

Eddie laid beneath the sheets, still staring intently at the door, the crinkling, cool cotton twisting around his legs as he spread them and with a lazy hand, began to stroke his palm up and down his length, his chest kissed pink with the heat and rising and falling heavy, but slow. He had stripped everything, socks, shoes, jeans, belt, chains, flannel, jean jacket, even his rings, the only things left to his body being his tattoos. Beginning to fear you left him, that if he got up, he’d find the rest of the trailer empty, however, the sound of the knob twisting with a squeal of the hinges jolted him from his fears and, resting on his left forearm and elbow, Eddie’s eyes widened and whole body stiffened, perking him up as you stood in the doorway, shiny and… hard. 

“Christ-” he choked on his next inhale, staring at the dildo, then shifting his eyes back up to yours. “Is that-is that what you had to get today?”

You closed the door behind you, and Eddie picked himself up further to peer over the bed and see your heels. “Do you… How is it?” You then asked. 

“It’s-um-it’s….” He shook his head, chuckling, “it’s fucking hot.” 

You bit back a smile and walked over to the edge of the bed, muttering, “come here,” to Eddie, despite him already pushing the sheets from his waist and beginning to crawl toward you. A faire erupted in your belly, boiling up to your face at the sight of his raspberry-blushed tip bleeding down into harsh veins and a full erection, bobbing toward the sparse charcoal hairs that trailed up to his belly button. It was hard for you to deny that one of your greatest pleasures was riding him, was being in the more submissive position, of him fucking you, and you could already feel the slow flowering of of your petals with the twitching of your depths, the more you moved the more you could feel the slickness of your juices smearing against your folds. Nevertheless, you ignored the growing throb in your core and instead let Eddie’s palms swipe up your waist to your ribs, feeling the latex snatch at his calloused palms and fingers, his thumbs squeezing the undersides of your breasts. 

“How do I get this off of you?”

“Who said anything about getting this off?”

“I just-” Eddie pouted up at you, but then with a curious dancing of his fingertips down your stomach, his gaze following, he hesitantly touched the hilt of the dildo, feeling the cool polished exterior against his pads until he ran his touch up to the tip, “my apologies, miss,” and with one last look up at you, your hand instinctively buried itself in his dark chocolate roots when he lowered his lips to brush against the head, his hot breath misting the steel before with a flat tongue, he took it into his mouth and began to suckle at it lightly. You could feel the pressure of his mouth pushing down on the dildo, its base pushing down against your folds and making you gasp as you caught the slightest bit of friction that parted your swollen, pulsing lips, even from beneath the latex. You pushed your hips forward against this feeling, shuddering against the girth hitting the back of eddie’s throat and causing him to gag. You tugged at his hair when he pulled back, though not all the way, bending his straited throat forward and extending his tongue more—drool already smearing his mouth and stringing from his chin. 

“You like sucking my cock, baby?” You asked, tilting your head slightly, “you look so pretty between my legs like this, your mouth full, on your hands and knees.” Your vision beginning to sting from the sight of him perched on the edge of the mattress while you leaned your knees forward, you gulped against the lodged glob at the back of your throat and cursed under your breath when you saw his ass arch up as his hand gripped the edge of the sheets. Gurgling and choking noises emitting from his quickening speed, your eyes widened when you realized he was laying himself on the bed to curl his toes in the sheets and hump the mattress, beading more precum from his slit, soaking into the space beneath his hips and making him even more pent up as he teased himself just enough to make himself throb and kick even more painfully but not strong enough to truly latch onto something substantial. When he began to moan, that’s when you stepped back, pushing his head up at the same time and lifting his face to stare, glossy-eyed, blushed and puffy lips left agape, drooling at you. 

The dildo fogged and smeared with his saliva, you bent your knees and caught his mouth with yours, his palms planting beneath his shoulders to kiss you harder and to allow you to situate him on his back, climbing forward with him so when you climbed over him, the cold  stell pushed against his rigid boner, and he grabbed at your hips. You licked your lips and pushed his hair back, your other hand slipping down his chest and feeling the growl that rumbled from his lungs. “You want me to fuck you? Like a filthy, desperate whore? You want me to force you to cum using my big, hard cock?” Eddie’s breath quickened audibly and he nodded. You grabbed his chin and with your other hand, began massaging his balls, gently, slow squeezing drawing out of him an intense groan at the initial contact before his breath caught and he grit his teeth, throwing his head back. “I need you to tell me you understand, Eddie.”

“I-I understand-”

“I understand…”

“Miss-” 

You cut him off with another squeeze of his scrotum. “I want you to call me master.”

Eddie’s bewildered, almost scared eyes shot up to yours and he gulped heavily. “I understand-M-Master-” 

“Good boy.” You stroked the inside of his thigh with your other hand, then got off the bed for the last time to get the bottle of lube Eddie kept in his nightstand, or, rather climbed to his side and reached over, feeling his palm cup your waist as to keep you in contact, not wanting you to go too far, his right hand resting on his chest with curled fingers as he refused to look down on himself, his hands both shaking and face nearly cherry with the blush that seeped across his cheeks and forehead. His eyes blurry with tears, he cleared his throat as to fight back another weeping noise, already feeling himself losing his grip. 

Once you returned between his legs, sucking in a shaky breath and trying not to focus too hard on the way his agitated, neglected erection bobbed and twitched visibly toward his tensed stomach, cream-white dribbling down his shaft as his hips flexed, the tensing of his muscles causing his skin to blotch and sweat to prick his brow. His next exhale was forced, choppy, and when you started with massaging the insides of his thighs, he let out a soft moan, huffing, “pl-please… please…” 

“What was that?” 

“I think-I may-cum just f-from you-doing-tha-F-fu-fuck-” 

“Just relax…” 

Squirting another palm-full of lube into your cupped hand, rubbing it between both, with a tight fist you wrapped your fingers around the grooves of Eddie’s head, causing his shoulders to lift and him to gasp, “FUCK! Ch-CHRIST!” As his expression twisted and his throat strained before his back dropped again and he arched his spine, bucking his hips ino your palm and cursing, “m-my he-head is so fu-fucking se-sensitive-” 

At this, you swiped your thumb against the bundle of nerves and felt him go as tight as a metal spring yanked from both ends. When he snapped back, the small circles you were rubbing around his slit causing a wave of overstimulation the crash through him, he clenched his jaw and fought back a cry, instead only strangling his own breath until your hand moved, and he was able to gulp air down into his lungs. “You poor baby…” You cooed, and Eddie opened his eyes to glare at you.

“F-fuck you-” he heaved, and then widened his gaze and began to plead, “n-no-no wa-wait!” when he realized what he did. Snatching his girth back in your hand, you resumed applying direct stimulation to his head, and like a raw wire being sparked, it cut him off, his fingers tightening against the sheets, twisting them around his knuckles and frantically snapping his hips, his pelvis squirming beneath your unrelenting touch.

“I’m sorry-” You pushed, “is that how you talk to me?”

“N-n-” is all he could make out before groaning again, tears leaking from the corners of his eyes. 

You moved your left hand to his ass, and parting his cheek, sighed, “I think I need to remind you… of your purpose- ” then, using one finger before applying a second, began to work the puckered pink of his hole open, massaging the tight muscle and allowing your nail to scratch at the silken mucosal tissue inside him, feeling for the firm spot of his prostate by curling your fingers once you were about two inches in. Once you found it, able to tell more so by Eddie’s reaction, as if you had knocked all the air from his lungs once again and physically yanked on the ropes of his chest and pelvis, causing him to lift, you began pumping his cock quickly, too fast for him to be able to cum, but with that and the prodding of his gland, his balls squeezed and he crashed back down when you pulled your touch from both spots after only a few seconds, long enough to further unravel him and leave him and weeping, sweat-slicked, heaving, discombobulated mess. 

Mimicking something Eddie always did to you by placing your palm against his lower abdomen as you lined the tip of the dildo to his drenched entrance after pumping your lube-covered hand over its length to slather it in the oily substance, he began whimpering, “w-wa-wait-ple-gh-oh-oh fu-fuck-”  

“You want me to fuck you?” You pushed your hips down gently, smirking at the way the tip slipped inside him with ease, his hole stretching willingly around the shiny steel. “Beg for it.”

“Pl-please M-master pl-please fu-fuck me-” he strained back. “I-I want you to-to fuck me-I know I d-don’t deserve to fe-feel good but please, please fuck me-please fuck me, fill-fill me, p-please abu-abuse my-my hole, I’m-I’m your good boy, I’ll b-be good I p-promise, jus-just let me-let me cum, pl-please-master, master please-”

“What a pathetic puppet, so desperate…” You sunk deeper into him, but just by an inch, enough for him to understand that the more he fed into the degradation, the more he fed into the power you had over him, the more cock he would get.  

“Y-ye-yes I’m just your puppet, I’m ju-just your-your cum puppet your toy your slut, your pathetic slut-gh-ghfuck-fuck-I-I need your c-cock I need you to-to fuck me-master-please, touch me, touch me-”

“Do you want me to fuck you, or touch you, which one is it?”

“Wh-what?” 

You slammed your pelvis down, forcing the dildo in all the way, and Eddie grunted, painfully. The noises tearing from him while his eyes rolled back becoming even less coherent as you established your rhythm, holding him by the crease of his hips as his thighs squeezed the sides of your thighs and thrusted your cock in and out rough with quick snaps and flexes of your thighs, feeling your core burn. His reactions only making you speed up until you weren’t fully retracting before shoving back in to the hilt, the steel punched his sensitive, delicate innards and prostate, pushing and rubbing against his walls while his muscle contracted and you could feel him fighting back against you, the pressure of him struggling to take all of the inches. 

“Y-you heard me-” you finally got out, “do you want-me to touch you? Or- fuck you?” His balls squeezed painfully again, causing more precum to leak and pool against his stomach, and you stopped, pulling all the way out, leaving him empty and sore, only to wrap your hand around his cock again and begin pumping. Eddie wept at this, almost curling over onto his side, gasping for air, so agonizingly close yet far from an orgasm. “Answer me, puppet.”

“I-I” He sobbed, “Don’t k-know! I do-don’t know!” 

“Then if you don’t know, maybe I-should stop-”

“-jesus f-fucking christ! N-no pl-please-” 

“I don’t want to stop, you look so fucking good beneath me, so pathetic and submissive, begging for me-”

“You-fffphhhh’re-fu-fucking-killing-me-”

“But how am I supposed to let you cum if you want me to stop? Do you not want to cum?”

“H-holy shit-” Eddie then cackled, the laughter manic and exasperated. “If-if you s-s-top” 

“If I stop then what?” 

Eddie’s eyes flew open, and making contact, your face hot and bottom lip quivering, you swallowed the lump in your throat, suddenly feeling woozy, but instead of letting him realize he could have sat up right then and there and pulled you onto his lap, tore off your artificial manhood and snapped the latex back and fucked up into you right then and there to finish himself off, you quickly poured more lube onto your length and lathered up your fingers, re-aligning the tip before falling forward and beginning to hump him again by about only an inch of quick movement, at the same time, jacking him off, causing his head to fall back to the pillow and the words to get caught in his throat, for the musculature of his throat to bulge and his wrists to twist, his biceps and sinewy forearms to twist and strain, his knees widening until his hips tweaked and he lifted his pelvis into you, arching his lower spine so the wet squelching of you frothing the translucent cream that pooled around his hilt and your front smacking against the backs of his thighs and ass cut through both of your panting, his thighs began shaking wildly as he struggled against the momentum of an abrupt, harsh climax that frayed the tightening ropes in his core and led him to choke out a frantic, scared, “I-I’m cumming fuck-fuck-I’m gonna cum I’m-im gonna cum-don’t stop!”

“Not yet.” You ordered, slowing your hand. However, as Eddie coiled around the pleasure engulfing him, nestled in it, you saw that he had already latched onto the beginnings of it, and burying yourself to the hilt, you yanked your hand away as if he were a flame, and snapped at him while he crashed from the high of the now ruined orgasm. “I said, not YET.” 

“Pleeeeaaaseee-please-” With a quivering whimper, his voice high-pitched and wet with the salty tears the glistened his puffy lips, he tried to reach for you. “Plea-master-I need to c-cum, I’m so-sorry-you drive me crazy-you make me crazy, to b-be touched, and milked, and desperate to-to be fucked and used, it-it’s just s-so pai-painful but, it doesn’t hur-hurt as bad as n-not being used as your fucktoy, your plaything-your puppet-please-please-I’m so desperate-”

You pulled out of him and motioned to the bed. “Get on your hands and knees.” And without much reluctance, he listened, twisting himself onto his belly for a second with a harsh exhale at the feeling of his dick sliding against the sheets before pushing himself back to his knees and angling his hips back so you had full access to his blotched, stretched and reddened entrance and his full, bruised scrotum, his length hanging with an increased pulse as even more blood filled the stiff, spongey columnar tissue, his sweat-dampened locks falling over his head and curtaining his face as he sniffled and ached to have your hands on him again. When you did, he immediately pushed back against you, and you giggled, “you’re so cute,” watching the muscles on his back flesh and his scapulas jutt out as he arched his spine. “My pretty little boy, begging for his master to let him cum. You want to be milked? Bred like a filthy whore? How would you like to be cuffed and kept all weak and submissive for me all night?” In reference to the cuffs that hung on his wall, Eddie let out a salacious, heavy moan, and you stroked your hands from his tense back down the curve of his ass before reaching around his waist and gliding them down his stomach to the front of his thighs, bending over him. “You know you’re not going to cum until I allow you to, don’t you, sweetheart?” 

“Y-yes-yes Master-” 

You reached for more lube, at this point the slippery liquid pouring down his thighs and dampening the sheets, and re-entered him slowly, gripping his hips and pulling him back onto you. Eddie’s elbows nearly gave out, the last straw for him to bury his face in the sheets being when you began slamming into him again and this time, focused solely on his tip, keeping your fingers squeezed around his hot grooves and merely letting him—as he humped himself back onto your cock—always pump his tip in and out of the hole you made from an open fist. Watching as he had nowhere to go, nowhere to escape from the pleasure and stimulation, your own heat had gushed down from the pooling behind your latex and had spilled out to your thighs, your walls throbbing as you, too, took pleasure from having Eddie like this, your whole body burning and muscles pinching from the strength it took to fuck him. With his ass bent up and toes curling, his near-screams muffled by the mattress, you saw how his sobs raked up his shoulders and how the overstimulation numbed him, jagged thrusts of his pelvis forward and back becoming less coordinated the more he tried. As if the more he simultaneously tried to cum yet held himself back, the more he threatened not being able to when you did finally order him to. 

You squeezed his head harder, giving him more friction, and felt him shudder. “That’s it, that’s a good boy.” You smiled down at the way he quickened his speed, “latching onto the pleasure I’m giving you, addicted to my touch, addicted to being my subby little toy.”

“Yo-you can d-do whatever you w-want to me-you can call me whatever you want-you can dress me up however you want-you can put me in my place, and-and you ca-can make fun of me-just pl-please-all I want to-to do is to be used-by you and to be-fucked by you-all I want is t-to be touched by you, you ma-make me so needy, so fuck-fucking desperate, pl-please-let me give y-you my cum-please let me cum for you-and let me give you m-my cum-it-it hurts t-trying to ho-hold it back, I want to give it to you-sommmmppppppghhghhhgod-so-fffuc-fucking bad-let me-cum Ma-master please! Do-don’t stop-you make me feel… So good… I-I don’t know wh-what else to say, I j-just want to cum, please let me cum-please make me cum until-I black out, take it all-take everything from me, just don’t stop-” He whimpered and groaned, panting through his words, hardly able to get them out between the rocking thrusts that clattered his teeth and bobbed him forward, his drool soaking into the mattress as did the cum that you drew from your handling of him, despite him trying to keep it all down, his swollen and heavy balls pulsed and became tender with the need for release, the need to pop and explode. The need for this overtaking Eddie, he turned his face to the side and seized his hips, “I do-don’t think I can hold-hold back anymore! Please, Y/n-please I’m-I’m begging you to let me cum I need to cum so-so fucking bad, I want to give you my cu-cum,” meaning by giving you his cum that he wanted to cum inside you, to be sheathed between your folds, in the heat of your pussy, in the comfort and home of your wetness before letting out all of his pleasure, of emptying and milking himself against your neglected sex and feeling it gush around him. 

“You think you deserve this pussy? That a slut like you deserves to be able to touch my body?” 

“N-no! No, I-fuck-I don’t d-deserve to-I don’t deserve y-your pleasure-bu-but I des-perately-want to give you-you mine-please-I’ll do a-anything-” 

You pulled back just enough to grip Eddie’s hips and push him back to the mattress, first to his hip and then to his shoulders so with his trembling hands raised in the air, strewn strands of wet hair matted to his cheek and forehead from the sweat that glistened against his face, throat and chest, he gulped at the sight of your dildo stringing with mucus, his bottom lip quivering and wet, doey eyes wide and fogged over by both exhaustion and wild need. Not saying anything, Eddie’s gaze proceeded to follow you when you began to unclasp the leather straps, undoing the strap-on slowly and teasing once you got off the mattress, then, once the heavy steel thudded against the floor, you were about to peel the straps of the latex from your shoulders when your thoughts perked at a better idea than to just trust him not to touch you, knowing Eddie and knowing that at his first chance he would attack your waist with his tongue and teeth and greedy hands tugging you closer. So, you quickly grabbed the pair of cuffs with the extender chain attached to them from the wall and moved around to the other side of the bed, telling Eddie to turn over onto his side with his hands behind his back. Curling over, thick, calloused digits and wide palms open for you to grab his wrists and snap the metal around them, when he fell back, he winced against the tweaking of his shoulders, but merely pushed himself up further to ease the strain, then hitched his breath at the realization that you were now standing in front of him half-naked, carefully peeling the black latex from your sticky skin like shedding a second skin after already having discarded your heels, your nipples hardened and breasts more swollen than usual—he would know—and mons puffy with how wet and neglected you were. 

“Mmm-Mmph-fucking-fucking hell-” he stuttered, wriggling his hips and predictably straining against the chains, trying to yank his hands up from under him, grunting with the franticness in his movement. However, he slumped back when you finally climbed onto his lap, his knees instinctively raised behind you to support your weight and give you something to lean against. 

His overstimulated, swollen cock hovering just about an inch below your pussy before you aligned it with your lips, allowing them to envelope his head, then your tender musculature to stretch around his girth, you sat back into him and felt him spasm and pulse inside you, his chest lifting against your planted palms as his hips fell, almost to get away from the overwhelming sensation of slipping inside you, struggling against the rattling chains of the cuffs. Soon, his chest snapped back down and his pelvis then lifted, bringing you up with him and merely sheathing his cock further nestled against your cervix with your lips molding around the knot of blood at the base. Once he fell back down completely, you lifted arched the small of your back to bring yourself up just a few inches, slowly so he felt everything, the heat, the softness of your pink flesh, the grip of your walls, the fluttering of them as he stretched you, the feeling of your juices sliding down his shaft. 

When you wriggled your hips back down, swirling yourself a tiny bit around him and humming, Eddie seethed from between his clenched teeth and begged, “Y/n…” Tiredly, finally having given up escaping or having control over his body, over you. You began rolling yourself up and down repeatedly, though not fast. You wanted to milk him, draw everything out slow and steady. When he came, it would be thick, toe-curling, and long-lasting. 

“Yes baby?” You answered, loving the way your name curled from his wet lips, the way it sounded coming from him. 

“I… I need to… to cum…” He murmured, his gaze half-lidded. “You’re gonna make me cum… if you keep riding me… like that…” 

“I know, baby, I want you to cum.” Eddie whimpered at this. “I want you to cum for me…” Scratching your nails against his chest, once you gave him permission, his bangs sticking to his forehead and stomach hollowing, Eddie began to climax almost on command, huffing and holding his breath, straining his whole body and throwing his head back to begin stringing thick ropes inside of you, strangled, high-pitched noises tearing from him and turning frantic as he failed to breathe properly and just kept cumming, the knotting tension in his belly not leaving him as you kept stroking his cock in and out of you, the bursting pops of his ejaculation only worsening when you lowered you entire weight onto him and pushed your mouth on top of his, letting him taste your sweet, soft moans and your breath as it swirled into his open mouth, your saliva stringing onto his bottom lip with how deep you kissed him, your hips lifting and causing his to jut up to meet yours. Your fingers slipping up his pecs to his neck and cupping his face, him not being able to grab you or touch you only worsened the quickness and need for him to fuck himself up into you, humping the air with his hips and nearly kicking you further up his body until with one last deep thrust, he held himself up with his heels slipping against the damp, cool sheets and his toes curled, groaning loudly before his body fell back to the mattress and he laid there, out of breath, shaking and dizzy, his eyes closing as he felt himself become threatened by imminent unconsciousness, something you noticed when he failed to push his face against yours while you peppered him in kisses or say something. 

“Eddie?” You asked, your fingers twirling his hair between your knuckles and pushing the wet strands from his face. “Eddie.” Nonetheless, not getting any response, you picked yourself up and hurried to the nightstand to grab the key to the cuffs, and climbing over him, kneeled to his right and pushed his shoulders up just enough to tug at the chain and unlock the metal, releasing his wrists. Eddie fell back as soon as you dropped him, passed out, the only sign that he was okay being the rise and fall of his chest. You still grabbed his face and tried to wake him up, lifting your brows and whispering. It took nearly two minutes for him to hum in response, squeezing his eyes shut further before groaning softly. 

“Mmm-what… what happened?”

You giggled, “I think… I think you passed out, Eddie.”
“F-fuck. Did I finish?” 

“If you had anything else in you I would be shocked, to be honest.”

“I’m so tired…” He slowly brought his left hand up to cup the back of your head. 

You kissed him again at the corner of his mouth, half-hugging him and smiled. “You did so good… Was it good? Did you enjoy it?”

“I-I think I did… I can’t think right now I think, I think you fucking me unconscious is a good indicator, though.” 

“I’m sorry.” You winced, stroking his cheek with your thumb before moving your head down to kiss his chest and stomach. 

His hand falling to your ribs, then your hip, his head rolled to his shoulder and he watched you lazily. “No… Don’t apologize. I love… the fact that you can um-fuck me unconscious.” He smirked, and licking his lips when you came back up, resting your head on his chest and curling around his torso, facing him while his right arm slung over your body, resting over the side of your ribs with his fingers dancing over your breasts before sliding down your belly. You giggled and grabbed his hand, squirming closer. Eddie closed his eyes. “But just know that the second I can get hard again, I’m gonna return the favor.” He lifted his chin to the ceiling and closed his eyes, letting out a heavy, slow exhale, and you bit your lip, butterflies swarming your stomach and making you feel jittery. “I just need to lay here and rest for a bit before fucking your brains out… but don’t worry, angel, before I do I’m gonna take it just as slow… make out and use my fingers on that delicious, ripe little cunt of yours, so that you’re at least three orgasms in and I can give you a taste of your own medicine.” 

“Oh yeah?” You exhaled, staring down at his body and feeling your heart begin to race again. “You wanna eat your cum out of me?” 

Eddie opened his eyes, and tucked his chin to gaze down at the top of your head before slowly lifting his shoulders and pushing you down to the sheets. Situating himself between your lifting legs, when he widened them, you reached down with your fingers to scoop some of the glistening cream from your depths and lift your fingers, your chest tightening when he planted his hands beside your hips and lowered his face to take your fingers between his lips and begin to suckle himself off of your digits, licking your knuckles clean before going down on your plush, swollen depth and slurping obscenely, his writhing, lapping tongue swirling around your clit while his lips and cheeks hollowed with the suction he applied, already making your back arch and your feet lift to rest on his back as your fingers knotted in hair. When you cried out his name, Eddie nearly cursed at himself for already feeling a tightening knot in the sore ache of his pelvis, not knowing how long he would be able to hold off on fucking you any longer, as all he ever wanted to do was be inside of you, the true master being both of your impulses, and impatience, your crazed need for one another, unrelenting and obnoxious most if not all of the time, including now.