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5:45 Am-6:10 Am// The sun has barely rises before your day starts, you wake up feeling Mikey running his callous hands up your waist. Soft gentle touches as he glides his way up to your breast hidden beneath his dress shirt that draped your body. You should be used to the feeling of him, you've been through this so many times but it still spooks you. You clench your eyes shut as he toys with your breasts, fondling your mounds in his hands with a circular motion.
His morning voice is deep, "I know you're awake." You refuse to respond, the man still scares you, with a click of his tongue he ignores your disobedience and continues to play with you. Unspoken words are preferred this early anyways. He loves early morning sex, it's soft and loving, he misses those moments in his life where he felt loved. You bring back those memories. As he rips the blankets off of your bodies, the goosebumps rose on your bare legs. His hand goes on the backside of your knee, lifting up your leg. Giving him just enough space to gain access to your sex, his favorite place to be now. He doesn't let you wear panties to bed, it's too much of a hassle to remove. One hand pulls down his loose sweats, then his boxers. He's hard this early in the morning, he wastes no time rubbing your clit just enough to bring you to an orgasm then strip it away from you. Soft whimpers and whines can be heard from your mouth despite how much you try to hide it. His tip pokes your entrance once, twice, thrice before he slips in entirely. He's bottoming out, making you feel every vein, every inch, letting you feel him just before he behinds to thrust his hips into yours. Soft thrusts that reach your deepest parts. His face is in the crook of your neck, forcing you to hear his groans, hear how you're making him feel. It doesn't take long for him to finish inside you and when he does he expects you to stay there and take it, let his release infiltrate your body. Feel him paint your walls. You want to take a shower, you feel gross after, you always do, it makes your skin crawl, but he doesn't let you. You're forced to lay in bed with his cock buried balls deep in you, keeping his cum inside until he decides it's time to get up.
8:05 Am-10:30 Am// His phone blares his default ringtone as Sanzu calls him, telling him it's time to wake up. Like clockwork, every morning unless he's told otherwise. When he gets up, you do too. His cock slips out of you and his cum slowly drips down your thighs, he demands you both take a shower together. You already know what that entails, the hot steam from the water clouding your mind as you're pushed up against the shower wall. Him ramming himself into you over and over again, ignoring your pleads of "no more"s and "can't take it". He loves it when you beg him to stop, it feeds his ego. His stupid baby really thinks she can't take anymore of his cock, but he trained you to do exactly that. To take it over and over until he decides it's enough. After he reaches his end he cums inside you for the second time today, he makes sure he properly cleans you out with his fingers. Your hands holding onto his shoulders as his fingers thrust in and out of you, his fingers covered in both your and his release he shoves them down your throat. Forcing you to gag on his digits, the way your hands rush to his arm trying to pull his fingers out is adorable and only makes him go deeper.
He wants to watch you put your clothes on, so while he puts on his work clothes you're on your knees with a towel covering your body watching him do so. After he's done he sits on the edge of the bed, fully dressed. He commands you to get dressed in front of him, he wants to fuck you right here and now but Sanzu is on his way. So he settles for picking your clothes, he wants something casual. One of his black hoodies, a short white skirt, his favorite thigh highs, pump shoes, and of course your pretty pink collar. Look at him in the eyes as you change your clothes, don't advert your attention. He's the only thing you should focus on. Finally, Sanzu comes. You thought you would at least be safe for a few hours while he works but for some reason Mikey wanted to bring you. He's been clingy all day today.
10:30 Am-11:02 Am// The drive isn't that long to the building where Bonten conducts their business, just enough time for you and Mikey to eat something small. Sanzu is driving with you and Mikey in the backseat. You're taking small nibbles of your doughnut and he's finishing up his dorayaki. He stares at you while you eat too, he thinks you're adorable. When you find him staring at you, you simply offer him a bite. Which turns into a make out session, it's your fault for tempting him. The way your cheeks puffed up as you chewed your food, the flakes of glaze that rested on the side of your lip, the flicker of happiness in your eyes. He just wants to devour you, and he does so. His hand his wrapped around your throat as his tongue slips into your mouth. Exploring it as if he hasn't been inside more times than you could count. You could see Sanzu smirking through the mirror as he watched his boss claim your lips with his own and embarrassment rises to your cheeks as you try your hardest to ignore it. You know Mikey would be upset if you were looking at Sanzu while kissing him.
12:00 Pm-2:59 Pm // The Bonten executives all gather in one room, chairs around a long rectangular table as they listen to Mikey talk about the lastest deals and such. It's all confusing to you and you're grateful that you don't understand anything. It would only make you fear him more. Your head was placed on his leg as you kneeled beside him on the ground. His tender hand stroking your hair. You weren't allowed to sit on his lap during meetings, you were too pretty. But right knows he's battling inner conflict, his cock aches at the thought of you sitting on him, cockwarming him for the rest of the meeting. How good it would feel to be encaged by your tight pulsing walls, but although he trusts his men with his life, he doesn't trust them with you.
Who knows what type of disgusting thoughts they have of you, what they would do to you if they had the chance, but he knows they would never. So, he grabs your arm with a tight grip pulling you onto his lap while Ran and Kokonoi were arguing. Nobody was paying attention, well, except for Sanzu— Sanzu stands right next to Mikey for the duration of the meeting, he sees everything. The way Mikey pulls his pants down while nobody's looking, just enough for his pretty flushed cock to be released. He grips your hair just enough for you to look at him, you knew what he wanted. You didn't want to though, but his eyes practically told you what would happen if you didn't and you suddenly became painfully aware of the shock collar around your neck. So, you went to work. In-between his legs you leave small kisses up his shaft, trying to ignore Sanzu's piercing gaze as he watches you tend to his needs. Mikey pulls your head back and places his tip right on your tongue. His eyes tell you to get to work, and you do.
Holding back the urge to vomit you take him as deep as you can, swirling around his shaft, swallowing against him, bobbing your head. You watch the way his bored eyes look at you as if you're the prettiest thing in the world, his mouth slightly agape trying his hardest not to moan. You hate the way your sex drips at Sanzu's glare, you can't help but rub your thighs together in desperation at the sight of him licking his lips. You hate everything about being here. Soon enough Mikey takes control, both hands gripping your hair as he takes control of your head, pushing your face into his pelvis, watching your tears form in your eyes and he leaves you there. Despite your thrashing and gags, he leaves you there. It's messy, the drool leaving your mouth wetting his pants. He pulls out only to let you catch your breath for a moment, then your back. Forcing your head to bob up and down at a pace you can't keep up with until he sprays his cum onto your face, purposely avoiding your mouth.
He likes it messy, and looking at the bulge peaking through Sanzu's pants— He does too.
3:20 Pm-4:00 Pm // You would think he's done after all of that, but he isnt. Since the meeting was over Mikey had you cockwarming him. Mikey had cupped your ass before pushing your panties to the side, the way your face contorts at his cock going in dry. As he finally bottoms out you can't stop the loud moan that slips from your mouth, Mikey cursed under his breath, calling you an "attention whore" or something along those lines but he makes no attempt of shutting you up. As a matter of fact, his hands grip your waist in a tight hold. Bouncing you up and down his length. Embarrassment is all you can feel as you become painfully aware after Mikey whispers in your ear, "Everyone can hear your slutty moans."
You wrap your arms around Mikey's neck, trying to hide yourself as he uses your body like a fuck toy. You bit his shoulder trying to stay quiet, you hate the fact that thought of being heard by his men cause your sex to drip onto Mikey's pants. The men shift uncomfortably in their chair as they try to continue their work attempting to ignore the sounds of skin against skin. Mikey thrusts upwards, as he notices you're close. "Sluts don't get to cum." One of his hand gripping your hair to pull your head back. A glob of spit in your open mouth.
"swallow."
4:50 Pm-7:16 Pm // Mikey had allowed you to go home because he had to go handle "something", you were glad he didn't elaborate on what. Despite the pain in your lower back you had work to do, you had to clean the house, make dinner, take a shower, and find new clothes and you had to do it now. It's not like you could do it later, you had to do it at a specific time and Mikey has cameras all around the penthouse. So you get to work, cleaning the house, making dinner, and finally taking a shower. By the time you're done it was already late, now you wait for Mikey. On your knees by the front door you shift uncomfortably hoping he comes soon. The moment you heard the door click you straighted your back. He expects and receives a "welcome back" along with a kiss.
7:16 Pm-9:34 Pm // Mikey had finished his bath, which you washed both him and his hair. He was quiet the entire time, so you didn't speak. You didn't want to upset him. After all, you think you're in trouble. You rack your brain on what you could've done; you didn't speak to Sanzu, didn't talk to anyone besides Mikey, and you stayed by his side the entire day. As he finishes dinner in silence he calls you to your shared room.
9:34 Pm-9:50 Pm // You were confused as to why he had his dress shoes on, but you realized you were fucked. Your hands shot up to your check as you felt an electric shock. Mikey held no emotion as he continued the shocks. He was upset and it was your fault. Once he decided you received enough shocks, after ten, you were crying. Fat globs of salty water falling down your face as you kneeled in front of him as he sat on the bed. You tried to touch him but he slapped your arm away.
9:50 Pm-10:10 Pm // The second part of your punishment, you're forced to rub yourself on his shoe. Grind on him until you came, all by yourself.
"You have no shame, do you?"
"Such a slut."
"Humping my shoe like some dog."
"You probably like this don't you? Filthy."
"Hurry up before I shock you again."
It was by the grace of whatever God there was that you could finish before he did good on his promise.
"Now lick it up."
10:10 Pm-11:50 Pm // You went from humping his shoe, to riding him, and now you're on your back being fucked senseless. You couldn't even remember your own name as he bucks his hips aggressively into yours. Your body was covered in hickeys and bite marks, some even bled. His balls slapping against your ass. He had removed the shock collar to replace it with his hands, they had a tight grip around your neck. Not enough to kill you but damn near bring you unconscious. Each time you were near passing out you would get a crisp slap against your cheek.
"We're not done."
He was pissed, extremely. The recent punishments haven't been too bad, just blow jobs or overstimulation until you begged for forgiveness, he was never unreasonable. Unless he was extremely pissed off like now, where his eyes showed no kindness. The last bad punishment you had, he carved his name out on your leg and forced you to cream around his gun. The gun he just used to kill someone.
"You think Sanzu would fuck you like this? Give you this many orgasms? Of course he wouldn't." Seems like he knew about Sanzu staring at you during the meeting, that's why he's so upset.
"You're lucky I don't kill you." He gives you no rest, you keep creaming around him like some bitch in heat as he degrades you.
"F-Fucking lucky—I should do it, I should kill you." Clenching around him in fear he smirks, "So nobody else can have you, you're mine."
"Your body, mine. These tits, this, fuck— This cunt. Mine. You're mine until you die." He thrusts with every word.
"Gonna fucking breed you, then everyone will know. Yeah, that's what I'll do. I'll breed this tight cunt, you'll make me a daddy and you'll never leave. Nobody wants a used whore with a kid."
11:50 Pm-12:15 Am // He's overstimulating himself at this point, forcing himself to fuck his cum back into you. You're scared that he might actually try and get you pregnant.
12:15Am-1:10 Am // At least he's good with aftercare, he picks up your limp body and places you in the bath. He kisses your neck as he holds you against his chest. Soft apologies and possessive praises spew from his mouth, you're so fucked out that you can't think of anything but trying your best not to fall asleep. You don't even protest when he makes you cum around his fingers one last time before you slip into a deep sleep. You're not ready to do it all again tomorrow.