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It was Thanksgiving. Once again, Rachel cooked too much food for the four of them. Though he didn't mind. Rachel was a good cook, and a diligent one at that; even if it's a dish she hasn't cooked yet. Cooper loves his family and he would do anything for them. But lately the relationship has become stale. It's all these fights they've been having that's getting to him, and knowing himself sometimes he can't control his temper. He was always hot headed and had a short fuse, a sickening trait he picked up from his Mother.

It was exhausting upholding this goofy image he had in front of his kids, though Rachel has seen a glimpse of how violent he can be in one of their fights. He made the mistake of throwing a vase at the floor in the heat of the argument, but he would never hurt his wife. Never. At this point, Cooper was slowly realizing that he was only with her for the kids. He loved those kids like they were his whole world. 

“How’s the food, hun?” Rachel asks him, twinkle-eyed. Cooper accidentally put mashed potatoes on his plate, a food he disliked because of the texture, but he would do anything to please his wife. “It’s good. You did a good job on everything.” As he hurriedly finished his food, he stood up from the table, collecting everyone's dishes. Cooper was disgustingly organized, another trait he picked up from his Mom; which allowed him to be meticulous about every crime he's ever done. No speck of dust or anything would get past him, everything needed to be clean. “Oh, Cooper you don't have to..” He shoots her a smile as he does so, reassuring her that it's alright.

After he’s finished with them, he excuses himself to the bathroom to “take a bath.” Cooper always took his phone with him everywhere he went, even though he was just at the house. When Rachel noticed and asked him about it, he lied and said it was just a matter of “privacy”, and of course she believed him. Sweet little Rachel, not knowing a thing in the world. That’s what Cooper liked about her right from the start; that she was gullible. She would believe everything he said, as long as he convinced her perfectly. He opened his phone and went straight to the security app where he could see what you were doing in the safehouse he kept you in. And my God, you looked gorgeous.

Plump skin exposed, your shorts at the end of your feet. Your chest moving up and down and sweat dripping from your forehead. Cooper salivated at the sight of you touching yourself, while he felt himself getting uncomfortable in his jeans. Fingers pumping inside and out of you, getting faster and faster while you're desperate to reach that awaited climax of yours. He starts unzipping his pants and palming himself through his boxers, while his eyes never leave the screen of his phone. Eyes, looking your body up and down. You felt like you were being watched with the knowledge that there was a camera monitoring your behavior at all times. And you loved it, it made you feel dirty. You hoped, you wished Cooper could see you right now.

It's a sickening thought, but you liked getting off to him. Those strong big hands, throwing you around. You loved it when Cooper got his way with you, when he forced you to do things you acted like you didn't like. It's been so long ever since someone has touched you intimately that when he does touch you, you can't help but lean onto it. He feels so warm, and you loved that. In your first year of being his captive, he used to chain you up to a pole till it hurt your wrists. It was an excruciating week, and looking back on it, you wanted to experience it again. He would tug those chains until it hurt, until he saw that you were crying. 

Cooper was so scary when he's mad, those bangs falling on his face. Though, he never raised his voice when he was scolding you. It was this sick soothing tone that felt like honey, which would go up at every threat he would pose to you. And he was always in control, of course he was. 

Cooper tried to stifle his moans while jacking off to you, precum already surrounding the head of his cock. You looked like prey that was begging to be caught, and he wanted you all for himself. You started to shout his name over and over again. Even calling him Daddy and Sir, which made him even harder. Of course he knew he was the one you were thinking of while touching yourself, it just felt so good to hear his name moaned by you. Those sick whimpers of yours coming out of his phone’s speakers. He was so tempted to press the microphone, so tempted to call out to you. And he did.

“You're doing so great for me, babydoll.” Your eyes looked at the camera frantically; he was watching. This made you stop and suddenly be nervous, you felt so exposed. How long has he been watching you, since the start? Since you took your shorts off? “Have you been there this whole time? I-I’m sorry, I’ll put my clothes on now.” You hear him clicking his tongue over the speaker that was also beside the CCTV in the basement. “You're embarrassed now? Baby, you look so great. Come on, show me more.” There it was, that sick voice of his. Ringing out of your ears. Facing the camera this time, you continued to finger yourself, your cunt was so wet that the sound of your own fingers fucking into you was the only thing heard in his speakers.

Cooper’s eyes darkened, lust filling them. God he wished he was there right now, fucking you into oblivion. Making you beg for him to stop, until your legs gave out. “Tell me what you were thinking of while you were masturbating, darl.” He knows by the way, he just wants to hear it out of your own mouth. The tension of not knowing what you’d do next was getting to him; he loved watching you of course, but he was getting impatient. “You, choking me while fucking me till I can't stand up anymore. Spitting in my mouth everytime I tell you to stop.” 

You hear his breathing get more intense and ragged over the speaker, he was pathetic himself wasn't he? By the sound of it, he was close, and you wanted to egg him on. “What's wrong Daddy? Cat got your tongue?” A sick smile flashes on his screen, you looked so fucking pathetic. 

“You're going to get such a bad spanking—” He whines in between his words, “—when I get there, honey. You're going to have to beg me to stop, because there's no way I’m going to let this pass easily.” He lulls his head back, biting his lip in order to not moan that loud; though the shower was running, so no one can hear what was going on in that bathroom. Or so he thought, “Cooper, you alright in there?” Rachel. She always had to ruin everything. It was so hard to keep his voice from breaking, “Yeah, I’m alright! Don't worry about me.” 

Cooper’s voice goes up at that last word, and you just had to tease him about it. “Looks like someone's looking for you.” His undivided attention on you coming back, “Shut the fuck up and cum for me.” Cooper was irritated, he just wanted to see you cum and get off on it but he kept being interrupted by your coy words and his oblivious wife outside. He can feel himself getting closer and closer while looking at your eyes rolling at the back of your head. “That's it. That's it, honey. You're so fucking pathetic for me.” Cooper’s hand goes faster and faster while he whispers sick words onto his phone speaker, “I’m going to turn you inside and out when I finally get my hands on you. Just you wait. Oh, fuck!” His cum spilling on the tiled floor, his whole body tensing up, everything felt so hot.

“Tell me who you belong to.” 

He kept stroking himself till he got overstimulated and shook from it, “You, Daddy. I belong to you.” Cooper’s dirty moans and whimpers echoed from the speaker. It made you want to touch yourself again, and of course you did. “Choke yourself for me, honey. Go on.” Your hands grip at your neck, obediently following his orders. 

You felt your head getting heavier and heavier at the loss of oxygen, but it felt so good. This whole situation felt so good. The Butcher moaning over that speaker, so turned on because you're touching yourself to the thought of him. Big, scary serial killer melting over on the phone because of you. And you wanted him so bad, too. You wanted him to rail you until you’ve had enough. “Daddy, I’m close agai— Fuck, Cooper!” He almost laughs, you can hear his smirk from his words “Cum for me, sweetheart. You’ve been such an angel.” Guttural moans come out of you and the speaker in the room, you couldn't help but say his name like it was a prayer, like it was a chant. 

“I have to clean up…” You say shyly, cheeks tinted red. You could barely stand up from the chair you were sitting in, legs shaking from what you were just doing a minute ago. Cooper chuckled over the phone, you looked adorable. His little bunny skittering on the floor, and he wanted to take care of you. Wanted to corrupt your mind and keep you for himself. Mark you up with several bruises and marks for him to see every time he stripped you off of your clothes. Marking you like you're one of his cattle and his property, so no one can take you from him. You were his, no matter what happened. And you knew that. “Can you be patient for me, doll?" He asked you, whispering now. You nod eagerly as he asked you that question, like a dog answering to his owner. "Good girl. Wait for me, I'll be right there soon."