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It’s a humid summer day, in the lawn sits a wooden lemonade stand. It belongs to your stepson, Toby. He’s currently with your husband’s cousin, Billy, who’s been nothing but kind to the tyke despite the cousinly rivalry.

“Honey, I’m home!” The classic line comes from your front door. You rush to greet your husband.

“Hey, babe, how was work?”

It had only been two years since you saved Harvey from his ex wife’s cruel experiments to gain cash. She was going to let him die and, once he gained a painful in-simulation consciousness, you were able to hack him out safely before his injuries could get worse.

You had fallen for the “new hit cute but creepy video game of the season”; ’BLOODMONEY!’. While the game was interesting at first, the character seemed to get more and more frantic as the pain levels increased and the good in your heart knew to doubt the creator when she said it was “just a bug”.

It feels good knowing you saved a person. It feels even better knowing you would soon after fall in love and that that love would be reciprocated. You two aren’t married yet but it’s in the plans. The divorce with Eun-Mi went over pretty smoothly and Harvey gained full custody of Toby.

Sitting on the couch, the living room finally free of all the kids toys that had been piled in each nook, you’re able to finally get a sense of relaxation.

“How’s your hand, Harv’?” You reach out and trace the scarring across his palm, eyeing the ones across the left side of his face.

Just the screenshotted images that went viral all over the internet still haunt you. You can’t begin to imagine how rough it’s all been on Harvey.

“It’s okay, better now that I’ve got a love like you lookin’ after me!” Harvey smiles and looks up at you with those pale blue eyes you’d never thought would look so happy.

You spend the rest of daylight watching films and snacking on chips and popcorn, Harvey’s hair slowly falling out of its usual swirl and becoming more of a wavy partial-mullet. There are still a couple patches of hair that need to grow back but you find his dark roots quite charming with the fading pink.

“Honeybun, you’ve been staring an awful lot… have I got something on my face?” He lifts one of those thick eyebrows as the corner of his lip tugs up into a smirk.

“Oh my, yes, it appears you do!” You stare at a spot on his cheek, there’s not a speck of dust. “Right here!” You peck the spot over and over, feeling a bit of the stubble that’s growing in.

“Baby! Slow down, you’re really making me blush…” he tugs at his tie to loosen it. “What do you say about… takin’ this to the bedroom? Toby hasn’t been gone like this in a good while. It’ll be nice for us.”

“You’ve been horny for a while, huh?” You fake pout at him giving him soothing ear and neck rubs.

His eyes roll back almost instantly, his shoulders tense from work and overall stress.

“Please, my love.”

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There was really no easy way to tell you this but Harvey had to come clean eventually;

“I really like you.”

You could tell he hadn’t really asked anyone out ever by the style of his confession. He must’ve worked up quite the courage to tell you.

You had of course accepted and soon the two of you would learn quite a lot about each other. Matter of fact, you were quite shocked to learn about his bedroom preferences.

Today, as you walk into the bedroom and sit on the bed, Harvey’s already fetched his favorite toy; a long, fluffy pink feather boa.

He leans down on the bed, putting his knee between your legs, swooping you up in a passionate kiss. He begins to remove his blue suit jacket and bow tie. He wraps the boa around your neck, leaving it in your hands.

“Strip, doll.” You command, your husband obeys.

Once fully naked, he switches positions, putting you on top. You stretch the boa around Harvey, pink feathers tickling him in all the right ways. He giggles and hums quiet moans as you kiss.

You straddle him as the soft feathers continue to crawl along his body, sometimes leaving a prickly sensation.

“Hah, b-babe,” he pants, looking up at you with his frost blue eyes. “You’ve got me all excited…”

He bucks his hips up and you can really feel all his excitement. A warmth grows on your cheeks.

You press him down with a shove to his chest. In his now horizontal state, you’re able to tease his chest and chiseled body. His pebbled pink nipples are most sensitive to the feathers and he jolts whenever you touch them.

“You look so beautiful, darling.” His words are gentle. His hands wrap around your waist and move you on top of him in search of friction.

His flustered face does things to you, you feel inclined to love the fuck out of him (maybe even to fuck the life out of him). But he can’t have too much fun.

“Why don’t you use my thighs today?” Harvey sits up excitedly, he can’t pass up the opportunity.

He lays you down gently as if you were a fragile, porcelain doll. The soft bed sheets almost swallow you up. He tosses both your legs to one side and presses down on them so you can feel his cock. A smirk sails across his face.

He finally slips it between your thighs, squeezing them together. The feather boa is around his neck now and they seem to be getting back at you, tickling the backs of your thighs. He thrusts back and forth and with every push, his tip hits your stomach and passes your arousal.

He huffs and puffs, cussing more than usual. His lips meet your knees and he soon caresses your legs like it’s worship. His purple eye makeup begins to smudge due to the sweat and movement.

“Mm, I love you- l-love you so much, honey,” he continues kissing.

You reach up to cup his face but he begins kissing your hand as well.

“‘M close now, sweetheart…” It’s a slight growl, desperate. “Shit, shit, shit-“

He finishes with a loud moan, seed spilling on your front.

“Fuck, ‘m sorry, my love.” He begins to clean you up after a moment of loud labored breathing.

You let him rest on your chest and he looks up at you with puppy eyes. His cheeks are pink with embarrassment.

“Can I take care of you now?” He whispers, now up at your neck.

And how could you say no?

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It had taken months, obviously, for you and Harvey to even consider being an item. He had been in a terrible situation and you were still processing it all yourself.

However, one day, Harvey came clean with something he’d never even dare tell anyone else;

“I dunno, I think I sort of… enjoyed it… for a little of course! I mean, at some point it was too much but that little sting of pain with the match was nice for a little. A-and the needle felt okay grazing my skin… I even liked it when I got hit a little.” Harvey eyes had been welling up with tears that he’d only noticed once he’d finally looked up at you. “Oh god, I’m disgusting and broken… that woman destroyed me…”

Harvey sobbed into your shoulder as you tried to comfort him on your shitty one person apartment couch.

“Harvey… you’re not gross, or broken, or anything like that. You’re so amazing.” Even though you knew all the affirmations in the world couldn’t erase what happened to the man in front of you, you had to try something. “Some people are into that kind of stuff anyways… no biggie. You’ll never be judged for your preferences or for what happened to you. I will never judge you for that.”

And somewhere along the way, he came to you himself, proposing the idea that you two would “try something new” in the bedroom.

And that leads us to now, Harvey’s hair unkempt and his arms tied above his head as he lays bare on his back awaiting your next move.

“Remember that new toy I was telling you about, darling?”

He nods nervously.

You pull something from inside your pocket and show them as if on display. Nipple clamps.

You rub the white rubber of them on his already sucked on chest. He twitches at every sensation.

“And the best part is… they work on your collar~” You slip the chain in the metal loop of his matching white collar, already around his neck, then clamp each piece shut over his nipples.

You’ve always known Harvey to be a fit man but his naked body really is something else. His pale skin seems sculpted from a marble and he’s always sure to keep his body hair clean or shaved. Right now, it was freshly shaved.

“You’re already so hard, Harv’, do you really think you’ll make it to our second play?” It comes off teasing but you really do ask out of worry.

“Y-yes! I can, promise!” He’s eager, toned thighs squeezing together for friction.

“Well, you’re a good boy so you should know the rules; no cumming unless I say so.” He opens his mouth to reply but you’ve already put your hand to the base of his cock.

He lets out a yelp as you begin a fast paced stroke. His hips buck and twist under you and his eyes shut tightly in wait of his premature orgasm.

It happens almost instantly as you unclip a very pink nipple and run your tongue over the bud. He moans into his bicep, still strapped above him.

“Uh oh…” you giggle as you gingerly run a finger down his body. “Looks like you need punishing.” A devious smile crosses your lips.

“Yes, my love-“

“That’s ’boss’ to you now, doll.”

Harvey whimpers at your correction, he’s in for it now.

You take a pastel purple flogger from an unlocked bedside table. The tails of it run along the side of his body as you move around the bed. You can feel the anticipation building up and see it in his clear blue eyes.

“Ass up. you know the safe word, correct?” You watch his ass sway in the air as he attempts to look back at you through his legs.

“Yes.”

“Good.”

You send the first hit straight across his behind. His eyes shut, his face plummets into the bed beneath him.

“That was one.”

“H-how many, boss?”

“Hm…” you pretend to think, a small number already in mind. “Ten.”

Harvey nods and pushes his head back into the soft mattress, awaiting hit number two.

Smack!

A hit to his upper thighs.

The sting is bearable, pleasurable even.

Harvey makes it to hit eight before beginning to wail and sob. His purple eye makeup running and staining the white sheets.

“The word, Harvey.”

He stays quiet and his sobs hush to whining pants.

You deliver the last two hits. Softer than the rest and right on his ass, easier for him to take.

“M-may I finish now, p-please, boss?”

You almost feel pity, forgetting this is giving him just as much pleasure as it is pain.

You remove all the play gear and unbind his hands, wrists a bit chafed but nothing a little ointment couldn’t fix. He falls on to his back again, legs lazing outwards.

You pick up a candle that’s been burning for a while, the beautiful glass cup it’s in warm to the touch. You watch the shimmering pink liquid glass swish as you bring it over to your lover.

He bites his lip, eyes fixed on the candle as you pour the contents of it over his chest and abs. He hisses at the hot wax cascading down his body.

“Pink really is your color, Harv’~” you praise, rubbing the wax in at his nipples.

He reaches down to touch himself, still hard and throbbing.

“Wanna finish on my face?” You lay flat on your stomach, between his thighs. His aching cock sitting perfectly over your left eye.

“Yes, please…” His voice is raspy and meek.

He jerks himself off, cumming for a second time on his sweet darlings face.

After cleaning your face and giving Harvey a moment to rest, you retrieve the first aid kit and tend to his irritated skin.

“You’re so kind to me… thank you, truly.”

“I love you, Harvey. Whatever you need, you can talk to me.” You give him a peck on the cheek.

“Babe! I love you~” He kisses you back. “Should we watch another movie in bed? Make the most of Toby being with the asshole?”

You giggle before nodding.

How could you say no?