PRETTY BOY CENTRAL

“You look at me as if you don’t understand the concept that you are my toy for the evening.” The man spoke with a snarl that raised your flesh into bumps, turning the cold on your skin into yet another shiver as the blunt edge of his pistol tucked strands of hair behind your ear.

For a brief moment you took the time to look at your surroundings, though the room was dark there were several candles lit around the rather large penthouse that you were currently in. The most notable source of light within the room was the wall of windows in front of you, moonlight casting sinister shadows across the tiled floor that danced with every movement as if they worked along with the silver-haired man before you. If anyone were to ask your thoughts on this moment later on, you’d tell them it was as if some supernatural force was keeping you still on the plush chair you were sitting in. For someone toying with you, the care put into the atmosphere almost made the feelings between the two of you seem like something more than what the both of you had intended for the night to be.

A quick chill against your ear brought your attention back to the man before you, that same chill making its way down your spine as you mentally followed the trail of the pistol from your chin down to the thin strap of your silk dress. The garment wasn’t something you’d typically pick for yourself, but Sylus had insisted on you wearing the deep red floor length gown that fit you like it was crafted for royalty. The contrast of the care Sylus put into your outfit and the gun pressed against your flesh inches above your heart was enough to keep your thoughts racing for hours into the night.

Silk brushed down your arm as the strap of your dress finally fell down the slope of your shoulder, a satisfied hum emitting from Sylus as he eyed you with some sort of primal version of approval in his gaze. The cool temperature of the metal of his gun contrasted with the heat of your skin as the muzzle ran along the expanse of your exposed chest, inches away from where you craved for him to touch you instead of the weapon he possibly used to end someone’s life earlier today. 

“Sylus…” your voice trailed off as a shiver shook through your bones when you felt his breath dancing against your neck, the obvious movement of your body in response to him earning a quiet chuckle from him.

”Sweetie, you act as if I couldn’t harm you in seconds,” he whispered into your ear, letting his lips graze against your skin. His voice was laced with desire and sarcasm, his saccharine tone swirling in your mind for minutes after he finished speaking.

”I wouldn’t…” your breath hitched in your throat as his teeth sunk into your skin, his lips following suit to ease the pain of the gentle bite to your neck, “I wouldn’t mind if it was by your hand.”

The edge to your words took him aback for the slightest second, his hands falling to your hips after he gently placed the gun on the table next to the two of you with a tight grip you knew would have an impression lasting for the days to come. His nose nuzzled into the crook of your shoulder, allowing him to deeply inhale to take in the scent of your skin, “your words are dangerous,” he broke the silence between you two, pulling you closer to his body so you could feel how eager he was though he had been the one teasing you. “Putting your life in the hands of someone as dangerous as me is a treacherous path to walk down.”

Just as quickly as he had pulled you close he turned the two of you around so that you were facing the expanse of the floor to ceiling windows, the view of his penthouse overlooking all of the N109 zone. Confusion furrowed your brows as his hands pulled the silk fabric up around your hips, a soft gasp passing by your lips when his hands ran across the expanse of your stomach. The trail of his fingers left goosebumps in its wake, his breath against your neck enticing you to lean closer into his body than humanly possible.

”If I had known how eager you would be to display yourself before the people of my land, I would’ve had you like this sooner.” Sylus’ voice was laced with his ego, he knew exactly how easily you were affected by him just from the heat of your skin that rose with every touch from him.

Before you could speak, Sylus’ fingers dipped between the lace hem of your panties, a satisfied hum emitting from him as his fingers explored your skin and he was made aware just how eager you were. His fingers found their place between your folds, gently teasing your clit with deft movements that had you sighing in pleasure instantly. The small sound you made encouraged him to quicken the movements of his fingers, eventually dipping them down further to tease your entrance.

”Sylus…” you whispered out under your breath, attempting to rock your hips down against his fingers, “please.”

”And to think I thought I was going to have to force you to beg.” He laughs softly, the vibration of his chest against your back relaxing you against him into a place of comfort that you should’ve stayed far away from when it came to someone like him.

It was impossible to retort his words with your mind focused on the pleasure of his fingers thrusting into you, the only sounds coming from you were a mix of his name and whimpers and pleads begging for more. The palm of his hand was grazing your clit with every movement he made, adding just the right amount of pressure needed for your thoughts to completely disappear into a deep foggy haze. A cool touch to the exposed skin of your chest was the only thing able to bring your mind out of the fog, the sensation earning a quiet whimper from you. There was no way to tell how long your eyes had been closed, but upon opening them you were met with the sight of Sylus’ pistol tracing the outlines of your hardened nipple. 

“When I play with my toys,” Sylus’ breath fanned out across your skin, each word emphasized by the graze of his teeth against your skin and the muzzle of the pistol finding its way pressed just underneath your chin, “I do appreciate it if they are looking at me.” 

His tone was final, no arguments able to be made especially with the way his gun lifted your gaze to meet him in the reflection of the window before you. The added danger of his pistol holding your hand up was clearly enough to give you even more pleasure than previously, if possible. Even though his fingers were moving deftly and reaching in places you had never been able to reach on your own, it just wasn’t enough. The rocking of your hips to grind down against the palm of his hand earned a low chuckle that sent vibrations against your skin that turned into chills down your spine. 

“Sylus,” your voice laced with need was nearly unrecognizable, mindlessly trailing off at the end to match the state of your mind, “so, so close.”

It was clear Sylus wasn’t going to be kind to you now that you had told him how close you were, and you had mentally prepared for him to remove his fingers from inside of you altogether. What you hadn’t prepared yourself for, and you didn’t have time to think about outside of feeling empty now that his fingers weren’t inside you, was his gun dropping to replace the palm of his hand against your clit. The sharp contrast between the heat between your legs and the cold metal had your mind reeling, the little chance of coherent thoughts completely gone now.

“Get yourself off on my pistol, Sweetie,” he purred into your ear, resting his chin lightly on your shoulder so he could watch his fun slipping between the folds of your pussy with a devious glint in his eyes.

Despite your reservations, you were quick to pick up a steady movement of your hips to grind against the metal. Sylus was clearly trying to push you close to your orgasm with the way he was occasionally changing the angle he held his gun, at one point even adding the slightest bit of pressure that had the muzzle of the pistol pushing against your entrance. The coolness of the gun pressing against you was the edge that you needed for your orgasm to overpower all your senses.

“There we go…” he whispered out into your ear, peppering kisses against the side of your neck as a symbol of praise.

To ease your mind, Sylus was quick to move his gun away from your body, allowing him to guide you towards the edge of his bed and set you down. From the look in his eyes as he devoured you just with his gaze, it was clear he wasn’t finished with you yet.

“You look simply delicious after riding my gun like it would bring you salvation,” his fingers wandered up the inside of your thighs, thumb brushing against the dampened material of your panties. He chuckled as you laid down on the bed, kisses now following the trail his fingers had just laid down on your skin, “you must be delusional if you think I’m finished with you yet, sweetie.”