Summary: When you can't handle Cole's smothering, he makes sure you can take a little more.
Pairings: Cole Turner X Reader
Rating: explicit
Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content, sex pollen/dub con, kidnapping, unprotected sex, PIV sex, degradation, multiple orgasms, creampie, multiple men, DP, mentions of DVP, blowjob, 18+ ONLY
Word Count: 2.5K
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You tremble as your eyes try to peer through the bag that's over your head. Wiggling your hands and legs only to discover that they were bound. Tied up and face covered. Nothing to do, and nowhere to hide. Twisting your head you look around your space, and it looks like an almost empty room, minus a bed.
It is cold. The type of cold that makes your barely dressed body pop up with goosebumps, and your nipples push against your clothing. What were you wearing? So much of your skin is exposed. Silk. Tight. Covering only enough to make you not naked.
"Hello?" Your voice echoes out in the room. "Hello?" You croak again, losing all hope. What did he, she, or they want? Judging by your lack of panties, you could only guess.
"Hello?" Your voice cracks as tears start to roll down your face. The tears weren't helping anything. And it pissed you off. Your fear is turning to anger. "Let me the fuck out of here. Hello!"
"Hey, HoneyBee," the bag over your head slowly lifts off you, and you don't have to let your eyes adjust to know who had you bound up in this stupid mother fucking chair.
"Cole!" Seething through your teeth, as your brows furrow and you glare at him. "Just what the fuck do you think you're doing? Unite me this instant."
"No."
"Yes."
"Absolutely not."
"Cole!?" Unaware if this was a question or just a demand, your face starts to soften. "Cole? Please."
"There's your manners. You know, I love you."
"Loved," you interrupt, and he cracks his neck, hissing through his teeth.
"Love. I still do, HoneyBee. And you ran."
"You were smothering me! You text twenty-seven times in a row, and I didn't even have a chance to respond."
"When I text, you should acknowledge that you're thinking of me, just as much as I'm thinking of you," you roll your eyes, and tilt your head back, looking up at the ceiling. He was going to start monologuing again. "I took time out of my day to tell you how beautiful you are. How much I love you, and that you're amazing and wonderful, and that I missed you. And you couldn't take five seconds out of your day just to say you love me."
