now i'm stuck here

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Everything was going according to plan.

After weeks of hard work and ingratiating yourself to Avery, he didn’t expect a thing from you other than to clean his house, cook his dinner, and look pretty.  Was it a bit of a blow to your pride?  Maybe, but it was a small price to pay in order to stop him from his dastardly, evil plans…  Or something like that.  Honestly, you weren’t sure what exactly Avery and Remy were planning, but knowing the two of them, it probably wasn’t anything good.

The only bump in the road was replacing the wishing bones.  You had the replicas, and you knew where they were stored, but they were protected by a combination safe.  Finding the right code would take days of work for you—you were talented in your skullduggery, but you weren’t a genius.

However, you had a plan for that.

Resisting the urge to fiddle with your collar—an accessory Avery wasn’t fond of but was now aware that it could not be removed—you saw Avery off to work with a fakely bright smile and a wave, promising sweetly that you’d see him later.  You waited until his car was out of sight, giving it a few extra moments lest he turn around because he forgot something (not that he ever did, but you couldn’t risk fucking this up), before heading to the lounge.  Taking a deep breath, you sat down at the piano and played a tune you had memorized, a simple five-note melody.

Moments later, a head was peeking into the lounge, although you weren’t at all startled.  Long brown hair was hidden by a hooded cloak, and a brown fox mask covered the top half of his face.  A part of you wondered why he had come disguised; it’s not like you didn’t know who he was.  Still, one couldn’t be too careful, and you respected his need to stay undercover, which is why you didn’t greet him by name.

“Clever, playing the tune on the piano instead,” was the first thing he said as he came into the lounge from the garden.  You smiled wryly.

“I can’t whistle.  Not well enough to whistle a tune like that, at least.”

He chuckled.  “Fair enough.  You ready to get started, dear?”

Standing up from the piano bench, you gave a quick nod.  The two of you had hours before Avery would be back from work, but you still didn’t want to dally.

With little conversation, the two of you headed towards the study.  It was locked, but the lock was nothing against your picklocking skills, and soon enough you had the door open.  The Brown Fox—what he went by while he was undercover, although you knew him as (your boyfriend? situationship?) Gwylan—was amused.

“Are you sure you needed my help?”

“The safe is the issue,” you sighed, gently closing the door to the study behind you.  Nobody else was in the mansion to hear the noise, but it was a habit you had acquired long before you moved in with Avery.

Knowing exactly where to go, you reached out to the bookshelf and pulled out a thick book.  The pages had been cut out in the middle, so when you opened it up there was a deep pocket hiding a remote in there.  You barely noticed Gwylan’s stare as you clicked a button on the remote, instead focused on the way the bookshelf opened to reveal a set of narrow, stone stairs leading into the depths of Avery’s Mansion.  It was only when he didn’t move to follow you that you looked back and saw he was staring at the book, a contemplative look on his face that you didn’t see often.  You placed a hand on his shoulder—it did the trick, snapping him out of whatever thoughts he was caught up in.

Gwylan gave you a short apology before descending down the staircase.  You knew better than to question him on it—as much as you loved him (and really, you truly did love him even if he never said the words back to you), Gwylan was never quite forthcoming.  You wouldn’t get a straight answer from him.

The stairs led to Avery’s dungeon, a place he loved to drag you to when he had a particularly frustrating day or was just pissed at you for no reason.  Instruments lined the wall, from floggers to whips, and there were chains that hung down, as well as a table.  Your gaze darkened, memories of being strapped down and left for hours haunting you.

You fucking hated it down here, but this was also where the safe was kept.

Gwylan’s own gaze was dark, and you followed his line of sight to the whips he was glaring at.

“Welcome to Avery’s little dungeon,” you dryly stated, breaking the silence.  Your back stung just looking at the whips.  Gwylan had seen the bruises during the times you had sex, but hadn’t really ever questioned them.  Now, he could probably fathom a guess as to where they had come from.

Tearing your gaze from the assortment of BDSM equipment that Avery possessed, you walked over to the safe and tapped it once.  “Don’t know the code, though, so I hope you came prepared.”

He did not, starting to fiddle with the keypad and punch in different combinations.  The dull beeps from the safe had you restless.

“If I would have known this was the plan, I would have started whittling down combinations myself,” you sighed, crossing your arms.  “Gwy, you can’t possibly—”

Beep beep.

You paused, staring at the safe incredulously as it swung open.

“. . . Are you fucking kidding me?”  You couldn’t help but blurt out.  Despite your mind reeling at the sheer, insane luck, you were already pulling out the wishing bones.  You really didn’t see a difference as you looked back and forth between the real ones and the fake ones, although there was something about the real ones that was just off-putting.  “There are ten thousand possible combinations, and you got it right in just a few minutes?  How?”

Gwylan gave you a cheeky grin, his green eyes glinting underneath the mask.  “I have my ways.”

Shaking your head, you stepped forward and swapped out the bones, holding the real ones towards Gwylan, but he only shook his head in return.

“They’re yours,” he insisted, closing your fingers gently around them.  His hands were warm.  Comforting.  “You did most of the work.  You hold onto them.”

You weren’t sure how you felt about holding onto them, but you had no will to argue.  After a moment, you gave a small nod and pocketed the real bones before closing the safe.

Hopefully, Avery wouldn’t be able to tell the difference when the time came.  The replicas were impossible to tell apart, but there was still a gnawing anxiety that something could go wrong.  As if sensing this anxiety, Gwylan pet your head softly.

“Good pet.  Let’s go.”

As always, his praise made you feel warm and gooey on the inside.  Eager to leave this hellhole behind, you followed him out of the dungeon and the study, making sure to cover your tracks and lock the doors behind you.

Avery would never know that you were here.

“What now?”  You asked as you followed Gwylan down the hall.

“Now, we wait for the tower to be completed.”  He stopped outside an open door, peering in.  It was Avery’s bedroom—you had tidied it up earlier.  There weren’t many personal touches in the room.  “You can handle yourself until then, right, dear?”

You stepped into the room, humming in agreement.  “I’ve made it this far.  Although I have a request.”  Gwylan followed you into the room as you made your way towards the dresser, opening the bottom drawer and pulling a folder from underneath the neatly folded clothes.  He tilted his head as you held it out to him.

“Would you mind holding onto this?  It’s from the kids at the orphanage.  If Avery finds it…  I’m afraid he’ll throw it away.”

Gwylan’s expression softened as he gingerly took the folder from you.  “Of course, dear.”  He stared at it for a moment.  “How long until he’s back?”

You blinked a couple times.  Why did it matter?  The heist was done.  “Not until late tonight.”

His green eyes seemed to almost glow as he placed the file on top of the dresser, stepping forward until he was right in front of you.  Just staring into his eyes made you feel your cheeks heat up, your body reacting instinctively to him.

“You’ve done such a good job,” he murmured, cupping his hand towards your face.  You immediately rested your chin on it, and he smiled indulgently as he scratched underneath your chin.  “You deserve a reward.”

Before you could respond, he pulled you into a kiss.  It was slow, unhurried, but he was completely in control as he held you close, his tongue pushing into your mouth.  The hand that had been near your face moved to the back of your neck, his other hand resting on your waist as he slowly maneuvered you backwards.  You hadn’t even been aware you were moving, so consumed by his lips, until you felt plush bedding against the back of your thighs.  Gwylan pulled back from the kiss, mere millimeters from you.

“Sit.”

Your legs buckled beneath you, the command reverberating through your being as you hastily sat on the bed.  He pet your head again.  “Good girl.”

He seemed to contemplate for a moment, his hand moving to rest on your cheek before he stepped back.  You couldn’t help but whine at the loss of contact, but thankfully it wasn’t for long.  Gwylan’s hands plucked at your shirt, pulling it from your body with ease; you never quite understood how he always managed to undress you like that, but it was really the last thing on your mind right now.

In no time at all you were naked before him.  His gaze raked over you, taking in the sight before he raised his hand to your neck for a quick moment.  When he pulled away his hand, there was a green leash wrapped around his hand, almost like a vine, attached to your collar.

“You haven’t forgotten who your real master is,” he purred, his gaze turning hooded.  “You may serve Avery here, but he’ll never own you.”

“Gwy…”  Your voice came out much needier than you meant it to, almost another whine, but you cared little about it.  All you could think about was getting him inside you.

Sensing your desperation, Gwylan tugged firmly on your leash, leading you further onto the bed.  You followed eagerly, crawling further onto the bed.  Gwylan was close behind you, shedding his clothes with ease until he was in nothing but the fox mask he donned.  You reached up to pull it off him—before your fingers could make contact, Gwylan was using one hand to grab both of yours, pulling your wrists together.

“No.”  The command was simple, but you didn’t fight it, letting your hands fall instead.  He smiled once more, cupping your cheek, calling you a ‘good girl’ once more in a low murmur.  Releasing your wrists, his now freed hand trailed down your body to settle between your legs, running his fingers through your folds leisurely.  You were already dripping wet, soaking his fingers with him barely touching you already.  He let out a hum, and his smile almost seemed condescending as his gaze flitted back up towards your face.

“Do you want my touch?  Do you want me to fuck you on his bed?”  The way his tone was so sweet despite the debauched words had you squeeze your thighs together in an attempt to trap his hand there—to no avail.  He only tsked, moving his hand to one of your thighs to keep your leg still, your juices smearing on your skin.  “Beg me.”

At those last words, he tugged meaningfully at your collar.  Your mouth went dry for a moment, a breathy sigh leaving your lips.  “Please,” you murmured.  “I don’t belong to Avery.  I belong to you.”

“Good pet.”  He moved his hand completely away from your thigh.  “Roll over.”  His other hand moved away from your cheek, allowing you the space to immediately roll onto your hands and knees, presenting your ass to him.  His fingers smoothed over your head, petting you a few times before he began to push down until your face was buried into the pillows beneath you.  You had a brief realization you were on Avery’s side of the bed (his pillow being much firmer than yours) before Gwylan was slowly pressing his cock into you.  Then, all thoughts flew out of your mind.

Your moan was muffled as you felt his cock slowly drag through your walls.  He only went halfway at first, shallowly rutting in and out of you.  You tried to push back, but with one hand on the back of your head and the other curling into your hip, he was able to keep you still.  Nails dug gently into your skin, but the pain only added to your arousal.

“Please..!”

It was all you could manage to get out of your mouth, but it was enough.  In one sharp thrust, Gwylan fully sheathed himself inside you, both of you moaning in sync at the feeling.  He stayed like that for a moment, savoring the feeling of just being inside you.  Just as you were getting impatient, squirming beneath him, he began to move his hips.

There was no controlling the moans that left your mouth.  Gwylan’s hand left the back of your head, instead tugging at your leash in a way that had you lifting your head back up so he could hear you better.  Your moans drowned out the wet smacking noises from every thrust into you, although you wouldn’t have been able to focus on that anyways, instead solely focused on the way he seemed to hit your weak spot with every thrust.  It was a miracle you didn’t collapse completely into the bed with the way your limbs felt like jelly.

Despite the volume of your moans, you could hear Gwylan perfectly as he spoke, his words coming out in soft pants as he attempted to remain composure.  His voice echoed through your brain, leaving you nearly entranced.

“He could never make you feel as good as I do, pet.  You’ll never belong to him, will you?  You’ll only ever be mine, right?”

Perhaps there was something worrying about the possessiveness in his tone.  You most certainly did not care, especially when he made you feel so good, when this felt so right.  Gwylan was right.  You’d only ever be his.

You could barely work your lips, but when you didn’t answer, Gwylan’s pace slowed down, tugging at your leash once more.  He repeated his last question.  “You’ll always be mine—right?”

“Yes,” you whimpered, forcing out the word as you pressed back into him in an attempt to get him to continue fucking you again.  The slow pace was tortuous—you needed him to pound you into oblivion, to leave you unable to walk as his cum dripped out of you.  Fuck, you needed him.  “I’m only yours…!”

Satisfied with your answer, he resumed his pace, his movements almost feral.  His nails dug into your hip harder, the pain a mere echo in the back of your mind, and with each thrust he tugged the leash back.  You were completely under his control and at his mercy.  You didn’t mind one bit.

“Such a good girl for me,” Gwylan leaned down to murmur in your ear, his hand finally moving from your hip to reach under you, forefinger pressing down on your clit.  That pressure was all it took for your pussy to tighten around him, orgasming with a high-pitched moan.  You wanted to bury your face into the pillow, but the grip on your leash made it impossible to do, allowing Gwylan to hear you.

He fucked you through your orgasm, picking up pace.  It wasn’t long before it began to feel like too much; his finger rubbing slow circles on your clit, contrasting against the rough way he shoved his cock into your pussy.  With your walls fluttering around him, the sensations only seemed to heighten, another orgasm already building into you, coiling tight into your abdomen.  Pathetic whines left you.  You attempted to move your hips to grant you a moment of relief from the onslaught of sensations, but there was no escaping Gwylan.

“One more time.  You can do that for me, can’t you?”

You didn’t think you could.  Each thrust, each press of his finger, sent lightning through your limbs.  Your oversensitive pussy tingled with each pass of his cock through you, but you weren’t given much choice in the matter.  Your body was no longer yours to control—at his command, you were orgasming again.  Shudders racked your body, your hips twitching at your second orgasm, an almost pained whine leaving you.

Too much.  Much too much.  Gwylan wasn’t stopping, but he had at least moved his fingers away from your clit, granting you little reprieve.  Both hands moved to your hips to keep you still as his pace picked up, chasing his own release as you struggled to keep up.

“Once more.  Cum for me when I do.”

It was a command you were unable to resist, even though you felt spent already.  Nails dug into your hips harder than before, leaving indents in your skin that would result in bruises.  Each snap of his cock into you left you feeling weaker than the last, clawing at the blankets that laid underneath your hands.  With Gwylan no longer tugging on your leash, your head fell back into the pillow, doing little to muffle the loud moans and whines that spilled from your lips.  

He leaned forward, his chest pressing into your back, his cock pressing impossibly deeper into you.  Moments later, you could feel his cock twitch inside you, filling you up.  Gwylan continued to rut into you as he came, sharp teeth biting into the junction of your neck and shoulder, pressing his entire body against you.  One hand rested on the bed beside your head, the other staying on your hip to keep you from squirming too much.

In response to his own release, his command reverberating throughout your mind, you came as well, just as intense as the first two orgasms as your mind went blissfully blank.  Even the bite felt no pain, although it was for sure to leave a mark later that Avery would not be pleased about.  

Like this, with Gwylan draped over you, his cock buried deep inside you, you felt comforted.  As if everything would be alright.

Everything will be alright, a voice not quite your own reassured you, although who else’s would it be?, so long as you stay with Gwylan.

Gwylan waited a moment, making sure you were properly filled, before he finally lifted himself off you and pulled himself free.  Cum dribbled down your legs and onto the bedding in small splotches, and you slowly eased your body out of the position that Gwylan had you stuck in.  Your legs and pelvis felt sore, your movements slow as you tried to sit up.  It was hard; you wanted nothing more than to collapse onto the bed and take a nap.

“You’re always such a good girl for me,” Gwylan told you, petting your head once more before he extricated himself from the bed, standing up.  Despite the mask covering most of his face, you were positive his cheeks were pink.  Sitting, you tried to regain your bearings, your thoughts and sense of reason coming back to you in bits and pieces.

Gwylan began to dress himself, pulling clothes on with ease as you took the moment to reorient yourself.  You were still naked, sitting on the bed when he finished dressing.  His lips quirked upwards in amusement at your dazedness.

“C’mon, pet.”  His touch was gentle as he helped you stand up.  Your legs still felt like jelly, the feeling slowly coming back as you nearly wobbled for a moment.  “Go bathe yourself.  You did a good job today.”  Once you were steady, his hands left you, only for him to reach back and scratch under your chin for a moment.

With the world around you coming back into focus, you languidly picked up your clothes, taking a glance back at the bed that you and Gwylan had made a mess of.  Damn—you’d definitely have to clean that as soon as you were done bathing.  Considering Avery was willing to beat you over making the wrong food for dinner, you did not want to see what would happen if he saw the bed like this, with dried cum on his side of the bed.

You swallowed, your throat feeling dry.  Now lucid once more, you were aware of the skin around your mouth and chin feeling slightly dry—at some point while being fucked by Gwylan, you had begun to drool.  It’d almost be embarrassing, but you were long since past the point of being embarrassed around Gwylan.

“I’ll see you later?” you didn’t mean for it to come out as a question as you looked back at Gwylan.  Not a single hair or piece of cloth looked out of place, as if the two of you hadn’t just had sex.  You were envious at how easily put together he always seemed.  It had to be some kind of magic.

“Of course, dear.  And don’t forget we have our ritual tomorrow, too.”

You nodded.  Even the thought of missing your weekly rituals with Gwylan made guilt overflow through you, not that you would ever think of missing it.

Gwylan’s expression softened.  He cupped your cheek once more, leaning in to place a chaste peck on your lips.  “I meant it,” he murmured when he pulled back.  “You did a good job today.  It won’t be long until I have you out of here and back where you belong.”

With that promise and one more pat to your head, he grabbed the file that he earlier placed on the dresser (you had completely forgotten about it) and walked out of the room.  You followed him into the hallway, intending to head to the bathroom—despite only being a couple steps behind him, when you stepped out into the hallway, he was already completely gone.

Another sigh left you, and you continued your course to the bathroom.

“It won’t be long until I have you out of here and back where you belong.”

You’d just have to bide your time until then.