! NSFW, minors DNI ! ➙ explicit sexual content, fem!reader, oral sex, penetration, orgasm denial, degradation.
As you just arrived to Michael’s penthouse, you notice how unusual he was acting that night.
"Did the train give you trouble?" he asks.
"It was late," you say, keeping your eyes on his chest rather than his eyes. It lets you gain more courage. "The tracks were frozen near the station."
"Poor thing." The words are soft, almost sweet, but his mouth is curved into that familiar, smirk that could only mean he’s planned something. He reaches down, his long, pale fingers tangling into your hair at the nape of your neck, with enough pressure to force your head back until you have no choice but to look at him. "You look quite pathetic when you’re cold, you know that? Like a small bird that’s fallen out of its nest into the mud."
"Shh." He presses his thumb against your lower lip, stopping the word before it can leave your mouth. His skin smells of expensive soap he probably used after his session at the training ground.
He leans down, his breath warm against your cheek, his lips brushing the tip of your ear so lightly it makes a shiver run straight down your spine.
He doesn't give you permission to get up from the couch. Instead, he drops his hand from your hair and takes two steps backward, sinking onto the heavy sofa opposite you. He spreads his legs wide, his robe parting to reveal the lean muscle of his thighs, and leans back on his elbows, looking down at you with a heavy, lazy curiosity.
You know what he wants. You don't wait for him to ask a second time, because his patience is a luxury that costs too much to lose. You slide off the leather cushion, your knees hitting the cold concrete floor with a small, dull sound. The contrast between the chilled floor and the heat radiating from his body makes you come to your senses. You crawl the short distance between the sofa and his feet, your palms flat against the stone. When you reach his knees, you stop, looking up through your eyelashes. He’s watching you with a detached gaze, and finally he gives you a command.
"Show me how much you missed me, Schatz." You reach out, your hands slightly unsteady as you part the silk of his robe. He isn't wearing anything underneath. He’s already semi-erect, his length thick and pale against the darker fabric of the robe, the skin smooth and burning. You wrap your fingers around the base of his shaft, feeling him pulsing under your palm. As soon as your fingers tighten, you hear his breath hitch, almost an imperceptible sigh that lets you know he’s paying attention.
"Slow," he murmurs, his hand coming down to rest on the top of your head, his fingers threading loosely through your hair. "don't rush it.” he continues. You slowly lower your head, your lips parting as you take the head of his cock into your mouth. He tastes salty, and intensely sharp, but his cleanness clearly evident. You use your tongue to swirl around the tip, coating him in saliva before you slide your mouth down an inch, then two. Your throat squeezes slightly against the thickness and, above you, Kaiser lets out a long, slow breath through his teeth. His hand in your hair tightens, his knuckles pressing into your scalp as he guides the movement.
"Ah... that’s it," he purrs. His tone is calm, almost too calm, enough to make you question if he really meant it.
But the way his hips gave a tiny, involuntary twitch forward into your mouth, was enough to prove you wrong.
"Look at you, so eager. Do you honestly like being on your knees for me that much?". You don't answer, you can't. You take him deeper, your nose touching the base of his length. You work your tongue up and down the sensitive skin of his dick, your hand pumping the base in sync with the rhythm of your mouth. Kaiser’s grip on your hair hardens even more. He’s no longer looking at the room; his eyes are fixed entirely on your face, watching your cheeks get full of him and the way your eyes water from the depth of him.
"Oh... look at those wet eyes," he mocks softly, his voice dropping an octave. He uses his other hand to pinch your chin, forcing your head to stay perfectly still while his thumb strokes your wet lower lip. "Is it too big for you, Schatz? Does it hurt your little throat?"
You try to shake your head, but he doesn't let you.
"Poor baby," he sighs, his thumbs wiping away a tear from the corner of your eye. His expression is a perfect imitation of pity: his eyebrows slightly drawn together, his mouth curved in a sympathetic pout, but his eyes are amused. "Can't you even handle this much? And here I thought you were strong enough to be my plaything."
To prove his point, he drives his hips forward suddenly, forcing himself another inch into your mouth until your throat locks up entirely and a muffled gag escapes you. You clutch at his thighs, your fingers digging into the hard, solid muscle to steady yourself as your vision blurs with tears.
He holds you there for three seconds, long enough for your heart to hammer against your ribs like a trapped bird. Then, just as panic starts to set in, he pulls back slowly, leaving you shivering and gasping for air on the floor, a thin string of saliva connecting his wet tip to your chin.
"Good girl," he murmurs, his voice thick with the first real signs of arousal. He reaches down and smears the wetness across your cheek with his thumb. "See? You’re much prettier when you’re quiet and cooperative."
Before you can recover your breath, Kaiser stands up, his hand still tangled in your hair, dragging you to your feet along with him. "Come," he says, already moving toward the bedroom.
The room is larger than most apartments, and he wastes no seconds to throw you onto the large mattress. It’s firmer than you expect, the linen cool against your bare skin as you quickly scramble backward until your spine hits the heavy leather headboard. You’re shivering now, not from the cold, but from anticipation.
Kaiser stands at the foot of the bed, sliding his robe off.
He climbs onto the bed, his movements slow and predatory, his knees caging your hips before you even realize he’s moved. His fingers reach down to undo the buttons of your shirt with an agonizing, deliberate slowness. When you’re completely naked beneath him, he doesn't immediately touch you. He observes.
"You're shaking, baby," he says, his hand reaching out to trace the line of your collarbone. His touch is light, almost feather-like, but it makes you hitch your breath. "Are you afraid of me?"
"No," you lie, your voice cracking slightly.
He chuckles, a low, rumbling sound that vibrates against your shins where they’re pressed under his thighs. "Liar. You’re terrified. You love it."
He leans forward, his chest pressing down against yours, pinning you flat into the mattress. His hands slide up to frame your face, his fingers digging into your cheeks until your lips are squished together.
"Let’s see how long you can last tonight before you start begging," he whispers against your lips.
He doesn't wait for your response. He drops his hand between your legs, his fingers finding your wet folds. You’re already slick from watching him, from the anticipation of what he always does to you, and he lets out a soft, pleased grunt as his middle finger slides easily into your heat.
"Oh... look at that," he says, his mouth close to your ear. "So wet for me already. Did you think about me today while you were sitting on the train? Did you think about what I’d do to you if you were late?"
"Michael..." You arch your back as his thumb finds your clit, rubbing it with a controlled pressure that makes your hips twitch involuntarily.
"Shut up," he commands, his fingers moving faster now, sliding in and out of you while his thumb stays firmly planted against your sensitive bulb. "I didn't say you could speak."
You start to feel the climax building at the base of your stomach, but you’re not the only one who notices.
"You’re getting close, aren't you?" Kaiser asks, but not long after he stops his fingers completely.
You freeze, your body tense from the sudden lack of movement. "Michael... please."
"Please what?" He tilts his head, his face a picture of innocent confusion. "Did you want something, baby? Tell me."
"Don't stop," you whine, your hips giving a pathetic, small tilt upward to try and find his hand again. "Please, Michael."
"Oh... poor baby," he croons, "Look at you... so desperate for a little sensation. Can't you even control your own body. It’s really quite tragic." He slides his hand out of you completely, leaning back to look down at you. "You don't get to come yet," he says, his voice flat and demanding. "You come when I tell you to."
"Look at me," he remarks.
You open your eyes, your vision slightly blurry from the tears of frustration.
He repositions himself, guiding the head of his shaft against your hole. "Please, Michael... now." you purr.
"Please... let me have you. Inside me."
He grins. “Since you asked so sweetly..."
He drives into you in one rough thrust.
The size of him stretches you, filling you up so good that you let out a loud scream against his shoulder. He doesn't give you time to adjust. He immediately begins to move, his strokes deep and punishing, his hips slamming against yours with a wet, heavy rhythm that echoes through the quiet room. “Du bist so eng, Schatz”.
You don't understand the words, but you don’t really need to, he’s no longer entirely in control of himself.
"Michael... oh god, Michael," you chant, your fingers finally finding his waist, digging into his hips as you try to match his frantic pace.
"Look at me," he commands, his voice rough. "Don't look away from me."
You look up into his face. He looks terrifying. His eyes are wide, the pupils blown out until there’s only a thin rim of blue left around the edges. The sweat from his forehead drips onto your chest.
He reaches down, his hand wrapping around your throat, not to choke you, but to keep you pinned onto the mattress.
"You’re mine," he growls. You can feel your walls tightening around him, clamping down on his cock with every thrust.
"Ah... scheiße," he curses, his pace becoming unmatchable now, his hips slamming into you with a speed that makes your brain go entirely white. "Don't you dare come yet... wait for me...”
"I can't," you cry out, your head tossing from side to side against his hand. "Michael, I can't... please..."
"Yes, you can," he snarls.
However, your body seems to don’t have a choice. Your body rebels against his command, the muscles of your pussy contracting into a violent spasm. As your climax hits him, his control vanishes entirely.
He releases your throat, his hands going down to grip your hips with a strength that will leave dark bruises on your skin by morning. He pulls you up against his pelvis, burying himself into you to the root with one last, massive thrust. You can feel the hot, thick jet of his cum hitting your interior wall, filling you to the brim.
He lets out a long, shuddering groan that turns into a low whine against your neck, his face burying into your shoulder.
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