Monster's Pet
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Christmas present
🕑 Added 2025-01-20 15:30:03 +0000 UTCCommission for anon
A/N: This is a continuation to this and this, be sure to check those two because this will make more sense. ALSO! You can check how Ambrose looks here, isn’t he beautiful?
Minotaur (Ambrose) x fem!reader || bladder control, piss kink (kinda), squirting (kinda?), dom/sub dynamic, degradation, pet play, humiliation, (lowkey) edging, dirty talk, overstimulation || tw: piss
When you got home you bee-lined for the bathroom, telling Ambrose to wait for you in the living room as you prepared his surprise. He smirked, and said he would do the same. You did a fast job getting into your new red lingerie, the one you knew looked fantastic against your skin and stared at yourself in the mirror for a bit longer than necessary. You decided to paint your lips just to add an extra touch to your present.
You knew you could get him to do whatever he wanted with you any day, but you weren’t one to wear lingerie that often, at least not the kind of lingerie that framed your sexy places but hid absolutely nothing. There was a hole right at your crotch that would make it extra easy for him to slip inside, and your boobs were framed with pretty lace that covered absolutely nothing.
You looked… kind of hot. The ugly voices in your head telling you that you didn’t, but you shut them up, trying to remain focused on your boyfriend. You covered yourself with a bathrobe and walked to the living room, where Ambrose was nowhere to be seen.
You called out for him and he called back. You followed his voice to your room, where he was naked and spread on the bed, his hands tied over his head and his horns pressing against the wall. He looked good enough to eat and you had to pause for a second so you wouldn’t come right there. Good goddess, he looked good enough to eat.
You gaped for a few seconds before you could talk. “What is this?”
“Your special surprise, sunshine. Today you can do whatever you want to me,” he moved his hands to prove he was tied. You both knew he could break free anytime he wanted, but the illusion of control was enough.
“But… But I…” You didn’t know how to tell him your present was exactly the same. You wanted him to have you however he wanted and now… You didn’t know what to say.
“What’s the matter?” He asked, already smelling the worry in your tone. “Is this wrong? Do you not want this?” He asked, his hands twisting trying to get free of the restrains.
“No!” You stopped him, looking at him intently and measuring your options. You wanted it. You wanted to control him for once. “I- I like it,” your voice had an edge of unsureness, but you could deal with that.
“Good. Then what are you waiting for?” The smile on his mouth was mischievous enough to make your pussy tingle. You could do this, you could be the domme in this situation.
“Don’t you want to see your present?” You asked, a hint of bratiness in your tone. He nodded, licking his lips as he realized you were wearing a robe. You dropped it, and he gasped, pulling against the restrains as if he was already desperate to touch you.
“Fuck,” he whispered, his fists twitching against the headboard. “You look… Fuck, sunshine. You look gorgeous. I regret the restrains now,” he lamented, looking at you like you were his next meal.
“I- I don’t know… I just… I know I’m not the prettiest, or the hottest but I…” That’s all you could say before you heard a snap of metal and Ambrose was jumping off the bed, launching at you and pushing you against the wall.
You should have anticipated that.
“What did we say about talking bad about yourself, sunshine?” His tone was no longer reverent or trying to be submissive. He was all dominance and possessiveness, and your body was melting against the wall. He cupped your pussy, and the second he realized there was a hole and he could touch your clit without fabric in the middle, he smirked cruelly at you. “What did we say?” He repeated, his fingers rubbing circles over your clit and driving you crazy within seconds.
He drove you to the edge and stopped. You whined and he did it again. And again. Until you could feel your juices gushing out of you and running down his wrist and your tights. He was barely doing anything, but you were so horny and so ready to come you were going insane.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry…” You begged over and over, his hands still playing with your welcoming pussy. Fingering you until your legs gave out and he had to hold you up against the wall.
“For what?” He punctuated with such a hard thrust of his fingers as your eyes rolled back into your head.
You breathed hard, words difficult to form in your fucked out brain. “For talking bad about myself,” you whispered, your body sagging against the wall, trying to roll your hips against his hand, but he didn’t let you.
“Repeat it,” he ordered. “Be a good slutty pet and do as I say, sunshine.”
“I’m sorry for talking bad about myself,” you repeated after a pause, your breathing labored.
“That’s a good pet, so obedient. I’m the only one who can tell you how pathetic you are when you are panting around my cock. Such a needy pet, always ready to be fucked. I bet you are always a bit wet, I bet I could slip my dick inside of you anytime of the day and you’d be begging me to come in less than a minute. You are that easy for me, aren’t you?” His dirty words only sent you higher, panting as he smiled, amused.
“For you, only for you,” you agreed, his fingers going faster, his thumb rubbing your clit in the best way possible and your brain melting.
“Good,” he growled.
It happened so fast you barely processed it. One second you were against the wall with his fingers inside of you, and the next one you were on the bed, face down and ass up, his dick pressing against your welcoming heat. He bottomed out in one hard thrust, his dick hitting so deep and so harsh you yelped, but it was rapidly replaced with the most intense pleasure as he started to fuck you like a beast.
You were chanting his name, and when he slapped your ass, you couldn’t hold back even if you wanted. You screamed as the first orgasm of many washed over your body, your muscles twitching around him as he grunted about how good you felt, how tight and hot.
You were trembling when you came down, but he didn’t stop. He grabbed the edge of your lace panties and pulled back, using it like reins to fuck you harder, faster, until his movements were faster than lightning and you were coming again.
And he kept going.
It was maddening and perfect, but you felt a growing pressure inside of you. “I’m gonna… I don’t know if I can hold… I need to pee!” You told him, desperate. You didn’t want… You couldn’t...
“No,” he denied, his dick hitting deep and hard, not stopping for even a millisecond.
“Please, please, Ambrose… I’m gonna…” You begged, not sure what you wanted, but he kept fucking you and your brain was foggy with pleasure and the need for release.
“You can’t hold it in? What a bad pet. Are you going to piss all over yourself and make a mess, sunshine?” His harsh words were doing something for you, your brain barely functioning as the pressure and pleasure grew and grew. You were about to burst.
“Please!” You begged again, a bit too loudly, but you didn’t care.
He leaned down over your body, his hand finding your clit and rubbing it rapidly. “Do it,” he whispered against your ear.
Your whole body shocked as if lightning hit you, the pressure inside of you releasing so fast and so hard you couldn’t keep your eyes open, and your mouth parted on a scream so loud you were sure your neighbors three blocks down could hear it. You weren’t sure if you peed, if you squirted or if it happened at the same time, but you never felt an orgasm so intense and a release so pleasurable in your life. Your whole body was trembling with aftershocks and sending little sparks of pleasure down your spine.
“Are you done?” He asked, his dick still inside of your pussy. You couldn’t answer, the moment you opened your mouth, the only thing that escaped was a broken whine and some babbling. He chuckled and patted your head as if you were a pet. It shouldn’t have been as hot as it was. “Finally fucked the brat out of you,” he joked, rolling his hips and making your eyes roll back into your head.
And then he started moving again. With each thrust your body shock with a tiny orgasm. The oversensitivity was so high you couldn’t keep your eyes open, your mouth constantly drooling over the sheets as he fucked you. It was the most intense experience of your life, and by the time he finally pushed his come into you, you were barely a human anymore, just a slutty pet for him to play with…
You blacked out for a few seconds, and when you returned to your senses he was carrying you bridal style. He helped you to a bath as he changed the sheets and then joined you, slipping behind you in the bathtub and holding you tight against his warm body.
“I didn’t get my present,” you finally choked out, the bratiness returning, making him chuckle.
“You can tie me up tomorrow, sunshine,” he whispered before kissing your sweaty forehead.
