Chewtoy (Patreon)

Your partner comes home, and decides to use you for stress relief.

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You were sat on the sofa when your partner came home. They smiled at you, greeted you, but their smile didn’t seem as warm as usual. “Hey, are you okay?” You asked, wrapping your arms around them. They nodded, but they felt tense in your arms.

“Can I be toppy for a bit?” Their words were muffled by your shoulder.

“I- Yeah, of course.” You said, trying to sound encouraging.

They leant back, looking you in the eye, a smirk crossing their face. “Good. Because I’ve had a shit day at work, and I deserve some stress relief.”

Their smirk became a grin, as they thought for a moment, before stepping back from you, extricating themselves from your arms. “Okay, toy. Bedroom, follow me.” They took your hand, and lead you, eagerly, through the house.

As they got into the bedroom, they pulled you forward, and pushed you onto the bed, before leaping on after you. “Right, drop.” They said, snapping their fingers. Your mind went blank, your body went still, and limp. They began to tug your clothes off, eagerly, hungrily.

“I cannot tell you how much I have needed this. Fucking asshole at work was being so smug, trying to take credit for all the work I did. I can’t take it out on him… But you, toy? Oh, you’ll do very well as a chew toy, won’t you?” They had removed your clothes by this point.

“This is going to hurt, sweetie.” You felt like an object, about to be used to fulfil a purpose. And that was… Hot, honestly. You knew if it got too much you could tap. They slid down your body, took hold of your leg, and began to bite your thigh. You let out a moan, at the pressure.

They growled as they bit harder. Your limp body shuddered at the pain, flooding your senses, mixing with the pleasure it brought. “Gods I’ve needed this toy. You’re doing so well for me.” They had pulled back for a moment, and were admiring you, before they went back to biting.