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only once you put the kids to sleep does william come home. you used to feel bad for them, never seeing their dad, but nowadays you feel like they prefer you over him anyway.
he used to hand you the cash and lock himself up in his workroom, so you worked up the courage to finally talk to your hot boss.
"how was work?" he pauses in between his count, looking from the bills to your eyes.
"it was fine." his lips twitch and you smile, "i'm assuming the kids weren't any trouble?"
"no, they're perfect! like always!"
his eyes trail down your body before he gives you a smile, "it's getting dark, (y/n). want me to give you a lift?"
you hesitate and william places a hand on your shoulder, "oh, um- alright. will the kids-"
"they'll be fine."
the drive to your place was quiet. he hums to himself and you fidget nervously. you jolt when you feel a cold hand squeeze your thigh. he continues to hum, slowly rubbing circles into your thigh. you swallow, getting hot as his hand gets closer and closer. you distract yourself, looking out the window, "um- mr. afton? this isn't the way to my-"
"i know." he takes a sharp turn and your shoulder slams into the door. you yelp, holding your throbbing arm. you look around, trying to catch your bearings. you feel a sharp pain in your scalp as he forces you to turn towards him. you whimper, thighs clenching. william smirks, forcing you into a painful kiss. his teeth dig into your lips and you feel his tongue lick up the blood.
you crawl into his lap and william quickly sets the seat back, letting you unbuckle his pants frantically. you hear him chuckle and you could feel yourself getting wetter at the sound. he moves your hips, allowing you to pull his cock out. you moan as it slaps against your stomach. you grind against his thigh, dripping in need. he leans back, "mr. afton!" you whine and his eyes gleam.
"use your words, (y/n)." you ignore him, choosing to press your lips against his neck. he grits his teeth, wrenching you back by your hair. you scream and you could feel his cock throb against your stomach. "tell me what you want, slut. tell me you want me to use your body like the stupid whore you are." he pulls your head back, forcing you into a painful kiss. "use your fucking words, (y/n). tell me you're mine."
your head goes numb as you let the pleasure take over. you sob, begging, "please use me, mr. afton. i'm yours. i'm all for you."
after that night, your boss took it upon himself to fuck you senseless every night he comes home. you should've realized how fucked in the head he was when he "suggested" you bring the kids to the diner, so he could keep you under his desk while the kids were busy playing.
you played along with his requests, choosing your own satisfaction over the warning bells ringing in your head. you hadn't known that your words in a moment of weakness would have such lasting consequences.
that day, the day it all went to shit, was not a good day. evan refused to go to the diner, elizabeth wouldn't move without her favorite stuffed chica, michael wouldn't stop making fun of evan and caused a chain reaction of melt-downs, which resulted in the teenager getting louder. it took an hour just to get everyone in the car and another painstakingly long 15 minutes to get to the diner.
"get undressed." you had just walked in, but this was common for you.
you let out a weary sigh, "can we not today, william." you rub your temples, still hearing their loud screams from inside the closed office. he freezes, eye twitching. you were about to collapse on one of the chairs in his office when you see him pat his lap.
huffing, you plop onto his thigh. you lay against him as he rubs your back, "have i been indulging you too much, (y/n)?" he murmurs, breath tickling your ear.
"hmm?" you lean against his chest. william grabs your face, forcing you into a kiss. you let out a muffled squeak as you try to pull away.
he lets go and you shove yourself off him, toppling to the floor. "what the hell, will-" he backhands you, stopping your sentence short. tears well up as pain blooms through your face.
"what did you call me?" he grabs your head, pulling you towards his seat. your knees burn as you're dragged. "answer me, (y/n)."
"will-" another slap. you choke, tears falling freely. "i'm sorry-" another one. your cheek burns and you clutch onto his leg, "please-"
he pauses, "what are you supposed to call me, (y/n)." he stares at you with gritted teeth.
your lower lip trembles, holding in another cry, "m-mr. afton?" you tense, waiting for it.
"who do you belong to?" he grabs your face in his hand, forcing you to look at him. his pupils were dilated and a wide grin stretched on his face.
your stomach turns, "y-you?"
"there's my good girl." he pats your head, "if you knew that-" he stands and you flinch back, "-why didn't you listen earlier? why'd you talk back to me, pet?" you couldn't think, eyes focused on his hands, slowly taking off his belt. he doesn't wait for an answer, letting his pants drop to the floor. he gestures for you to sit up straight.
your eyes focus on his hard cock, "mr-mr. afton, wait-" he shoves your head down onto it, brutally thrusting. you could feel it hitting the back of your throat, but you barely had the time to choke.
you gurgle and he groans, "use your teeth and i'll gut you like a fish." you could feel your panties getting wet, your body reacting unconsciously to the abuse. saliva soaks your face when a knock sounds at the door. you dig your nails into his thighs, trying to push him off. instead, he pushes your head down, burying your nose in his coarse hair.
"william? it's me, henry? are you free to look over some plans?" he turns to look at you, cock pulsing in your mouth. you try to shake your head and he grins.
"come in, henry."
"i'm glad you're free-" his face gets white and he immediately closes the door behind him. "-oh god." he freezes in place; eyes trained on your tear-stained face.
"something wrong?" william pulls your head back and you gasp for air, choking. he pulls up onto the table, ripping open your blouse.
"please, mr. afton, stop-"
this time he strikes your other cheek, "quiet." you sniffle as henry inches closer.
"william... this is-" you look at him, hoping to signal to him for help. mr. afton pulls your bottoms down, fingers teasing your wet slit. he lifts his fingers up and you hear henry's breath hitch.
"i'll let you have your fun, henry, cause i don't mind sharing." he shrugs, a small smile on his face.
your hopes are dashed as quickly as they came, "well, i... no, i should go back t-to my office. i'll come by later when you're free." henry makes a quick exit and mr. afton stares at the door.
you could feel his anger, "does he think he's better than me?" his fingers thrust into your wet cunt and you moan, "all he's got are his robots." he takes his fingers out to shove them into your mouth, "suck." you listen, tasting yourself in his thick fingers. "have you learned your lesson, pet?"
you mumble around his fingers, "yes, mr. afton." he forces himself into you and you let out a muffled moan.
his hips thrust erratically, clearly for his own pleasure than yours, "next time i tell you to do something-" he pushes your legs up, pressing himself down on you. you could feel him deeper inside of you, cock ruthlessly pounding into your cervix. "-you will not hesitate." you nod, blubbering. you try to meet his thrusts, aching for more.
his hand goes around your throat, squeezing. you choke and mr. afton smiles, gleefully. your head spins and he leans in, pressing his body against yours. you couldn't breathe, slowly losing consciousness, "you belong to me, (y/n). you're mine. your body, your soul, everything is mine."