Meeting the Man

Widowmaker led Reaper to a room Reaper didn’t remember being connected to the lab, he assumed this was Moira’s living space. Still it felt somewhat bigger than it should be.

Regardless, in one of the rooms, Bob sat at a table and ate his dinner slowly. He greeted Widowmaker but he took his time to greet Reaper. First he finished his meal and got up and spoke to Widowmaker.

“So, how was it?” He asked casually, pecking Widowmaker’s cheek.

“She was feisty at first, got under my skin for a moment but now she is ready I think. Although she has a bit of an attitude, I think you will like that quirk my dear.”

“HEY! I exist here you know and I am not happy about any of this!” Reaper broke out and shouted a little at them, annoyed at being ignored and spoken about like that.

“See? I think it's kind of cute like that” Widowmaker commented and smiled at Bob, causing Reaper to huff, look away and cross her arms.

“Yeah, I think this will be fun. Go get a rest honey.” Bob answered and waved Widowmaker away, who with a pout showing disappointment excused herself and left.

Bob took a leash and yanked it, leading now grumbling reaper to the adjacent room, housing a king sized bed.

“Now what do I do with you, hmm?” He asked, smiling and cupping her chin, holding her up to make her look up at him so he could drink in the face.

She frowned at him a little but the contact already made her tense up with arousal as she pulled her thighs together to hide a trial of wetness already preparing itself. Gritting her teeth. “Screw you, you bastard.”

“In due time, be so kind and undress me.”

Reaper watched Bob for a few moments but eventually she started the pain from her resistance bubbling up, so she decided to comply and started to undo Bob’s clothes, closing her legs tightly as she did so, she looked away from him whenever she could to hide her blush. Finally as she undid his bottoms her eyes glued on his dick for a moment and she huffed again. “And you intend to touch me with this pathetic thing?” She snarked, still.

Bob held Reaper’s right breast for a moment, giving it a light squeeze and smiled as he saw her trying to stop squealing, her head still turned aside and now her arms crossed under her breasts, he could feel and see them tighten over her torso a bit as he worked her boob.

“Now, get on the bed on all fours.” Bob commanded, at first Reaper huffed but eventually she relented.

He approached reaper from behind and felt her cunt up with two fingers, finally getting to directly see how drenched Reaper got from obeying him, clearly the pleasure from helping Bob worked well.

He slowly jerked himself into relative hardness and then lined up with Reaper’s cunt. He pushed his tip into her cunt slowly, Reaper fought not to give any response,clenching her teeth. With that Bob started to move back and forth thrusting into her, making her break a slight whimper, before catching her mouth and covering it with one hand, her blush widening and her anger rising at the same time.

“Count em’” Bob said while jerking her head back by the leash and increasing his pace.

“Count wha… FUCK!” Reaper cursed as the first heavy slap landed on her ass cheek, she struggled against complying but that only increased the sting of the forming handprint on her buttcheek. “One..” She said dejectedly.

Bob continued to thrust into her and ran his finger over the spto he slapped. He then slapped her ass again, surprising Reaper and causing her to yelp and moan before she managed to speak up again. “Two! FUCK!”

“Aw you thought I forgot? Bob teased and slapped her ass again, now the skin started to redden in the shape of Bob’s palm.

“Two!” She shouted out, her voice breaking up a bit before she managed to gather herself another slap landed on her ass, making her ass even redder “Th… Three!” The spanking continued and each slap to her ass caused Reaper to feel increased pleasure from obeying.

At eleven she gave up on holding her moans and started to moan with almost every thrust, at about sixteen she began to push herself back onto Bob, making him dig deeper and causing her to moan louder in response. At slap number twenty four, her expression broke and now Reaper was just moving back, fucking herself on Bob’s dick with a dumb, satisfied, blushing grin on her face.

She didn’t reach thirty before being unable to speak and just mewling as the dick stirred her up. Bob just allowed her to stop so the pain didn’t knock her out of her stupor.

Bob pulled out of Reaper and pushed her onto her back, **** her to spread her legs wide as he pulled her by her wrists as he shoved his dick deeper into her in this position. She didn’t even bother to hide her dumb smile, blush wide on her face accenting the grin. Her hips and ass reddened from the spanking as she mewled and tightened her cunt on Bob’s dick. Reaper convulsed a little and shuddered in the restrained position

Bob meanwhile enjoyed the tight feeling of Reaper’s cumming cunt and increased his pace, jerking himself into his own climax using the cunt, he paused deep in Reaper, letting all his load flow out there. He then pulled off and rolled onto his back laying flat next to reaper, who still had her butt up and was panting from the orgasm that she experienced. Her face burried in the sheets and tongue slightly sticking out through her grin.

After a few moments her grin faded and finally she gained some semblance of worn out consciousness, feeling the warmth of arousal fading somewhat as she was getting cold and reached in to pull herself against Bob’s arm for some warmth. Noticing its him, she scoffed and just grumbled “You are still a complete god damn asshole”.