His Name Is Wentz

14

"Pete this is boring" I complained.

"This is real life Patrick" he stared at the screen intently.  I flipped it to spongebob.  "Hey!" he whined.

"Hush" I said turning up the volume.  He tried to take the remote from me but I moved it out of the way.  He smirked at me.  He grabbed my hips so he was straddling me.  I moved the remote to the side so he couldn't grab it. 

"Come on baby" he said on my lips.  He slid his hands down my arms "Just give me the remote" I coughed in his mouth.  He jumped back as I went into a coughing fit.  "OH GOD THAT WAS SO GROSS!" he yelled.  I coughed harder.  Finally I stopped.  My head hurt badly.  I laid back down.

"You're pale" he mumbled. 

"I don't feel good" I groaned. 

"I know honey" he covered me with the blanket.
•••••
Sleep.  That's all I did for at least three days and it was annoying as hell.  I love my sleep but staying in a bed non stop is horrible.  It wasn't like I was being forced to or anything like that I just legitimately did not have the energy to do shit.  Pete had meetings because business.  Yay.  So I was pretty much alone all day which was okay since I watched something other than the damn news.  My boyfriend is a loser.  My phone rang next to me.  Pete.

"Bonjour mon amour" I said into the phone.

"You sound better"

"I feel better"

"Good.  I'll pick us up some dinner on my way home aurevoir beauté" The line went dead.  I really missed that blindfold...
•••••
He brought home fancy shit that I couldn't even pronounce the name of.

"It's good Patrick trust me!" he said passing me a plate.

"What kind of meat is this?" I asked poking it.

"Fish" he said.  I passed it back to him.

"Aw come on baby" he said.

"I'm not that hungry" I mumbled. 

"If it was pizza you would be" he grumbled.  He cut off a little and held it to my mouth.  I bit it off the fork.  I shrugged.

"Not bad" I mumbled.  I opened my mouth for more. He gave me another bite. I fumbled with his tie for a bit. He sat straight up in his seat. I slid the tie from around his neck.

"Patrick" he said in a deep voice.

"Shh" I said. I took my shirt off letting the cold air hit my chest. I tied his tie around my eyes. He slid his finger up my chest.  I bit my lip and smiled.  He bit my chest lightly.  I moaned softly.

"What's my name?" he asked.

"Sir" I whispered.  He smacked my stomach.

"WHATS MY NAME!?" he yelled.

"Sir!" I yelled back.  He smacked me again on the chest this time.  Both areas throbbed now.  He ran his tongue up my stomach. 

"Shit" I whispered.  He licked my neck.  I groaned loudly.  I had to have him.

"Fuck me" I whimpered.

"Excuse me?" he asked.

"Fuck me please, sir" I begged. 

"Have you been a good boy?" he asked.  I nodded.

"Yes sir" I said.

"Are you sure? If I recall correctly you told me to fuck off a few days ago. I think that deserves a punishment" He slid my over his legs. "If you say sorry I might go easy on you" I smiled devilishly.

"No" I said. He rammed me down forcefully. He slid my pants and underwear down.  He slid his hand down my ass.

"Count" he said.  He spanked me.

"one" I whimpered.  Another time.  "Two" another "Three" He stopped.  My muscles were clenched in pain.  I let out the breath I'd been holding.  It may not seem like it would hurt a lot but in all honesty it's extremely painful.   And don't even get me started on that whip.  Hot damn. 

"Are you alright Patrick?" he asked.  I nodded letting my head hang off his lap.  He slid my pants back up.  I hugged his legs.

"I'm so fucking tired" I said giggling.

"Jesus we barely did anything.  You're still sick" he placed his hand on my forehead.  "Yeah you're definitely sick"

"Yeah I know I've got a bad case of love" I mumbled.

"Oh god that was so corny" he whacked the back of my head "I'm sorry but when you're all better that ones getting a punishment good god that was bad" We both laughed about it.