Jason

“F- Fuck…! Nngh…!”, Ruby groaned in intense pain. His clothes were torn, his skin was battered, bruised and bleeding, his hair was messy and not as clean as he always keeps it, and his will is chipping away.

He tries to fiddle with the cuffs, but it’s all in vain. His wrists are almost bleeding from how tight the metal is on his skin – to the point he can hardly move his hands around. He then tries to stand, although still bound to the aluminum seat, but that also doesn’t work. He’s running out of options and time before she comes back.

“Jessica, hurry the f- fuck up, please…” Ruby mumbles to himself in a hopeful prayer that his cold and stoic contractor will save and find his location soon before he loses his mind, and likely his fingers and whatever else can be chopped off in a torture room.

He tilts his chin up, staring at the dangling lightbulb hanging from the ceiling, blood dripping down his chin as it leaks from his mouth. He looks to the light as if it’s going to be the one that’ll save him, but as soon as he does, he hears the door being unlocked once more, and he immediately looks forward to the steel entrance.

The door opens too slowly for Ruby’s liking, hating the ominous tingle he feels running through his skin. It creaks open loudly, echoing throughout the isolated and musty room, and he sees her black heel emerge from the darkness. Then, her peach colored dress, and then her lethally beautiful figure.

Ruby takes a heavy breath at her sight, seeing her now playing with a knife in her left hand, as she uses her right to close the door once entered. She spins the blade around with her hand, twirling and toying with it effortlessly and with grace. Ruby scoffs and looks away with a scowl on his face.

“Skip the foreplay and do some real damage already… I’m disappointed~“, Ruby cockily remarks with his signature smirk on his lips, but the moment he finishes his sentence, he winces in pain as he feels her hand now on his thigh, standing right in front of him.

“Go f- fuck yourself, Priscilla…”, Ruby lifts his head to look up at her, a defiant expression on his face as his ego ignites with fire.

Priscilla leans down to whisper huskily into his ear, her right hand on his thigh to balance herself, and her left holding the knife up to his neck, making him arch it back.

“Why can’t you do it for me, hm…?”

Ruby lets out a quivering, shaky yet flustered breath he didn’t even know he was holding at the sound of her words. God, no one can talk the way she does. As much of a painful state he’s in, and how much control he lacks in the situation, his lust, desire and yearning for his work wife and now torturer can’t be contained.

In sync with his dirty thoughts, Priscilla sits on and straddles his lap, lifting her right hand to raise his chin – neither of them breaking eye contact. Ruby still has that sense of defiance, ego and stubbornness no one else can match, but Priscilla’s gaze shows that she knows how fully in control she is of him. She raises his chin and tilts her head with a gleeful smile, seeing the bruises on his neck; both from being strangled with a rope, and harsh hickeys.

“Aw… my sweet boy~”, she teases Ruby, making him grit his teeth in frustration and horniness, feeling his erection grow, and Priscilla feels it too, but doesn’t acknowledge it just yet. She leans forward even more, her body now flush against Ruby’s, and she begins to press her lips against the bloody and bruised skin on his neck, her breath tingling with sin.

She keeps the knife pressed against his neck on the left, and continues to worship and almost tend to the wounds that she gave him. She kisses, licks, bites and nips painfully slowly, even momentarily tasting his blood, making her mischievous smile grow even more.

Ruby can’t take it. The pain from the beatings, the unbearable lust building within, and Priscilla worshipping his neck like it’s an altar of praise. He arches his neck back and bites his lip, only to unsuccessfully suppress a whimper of pain and pleasure. He stares back up at the dangling lightbulb, with nothing but this girl on his mind.

He clenched his fists behind the backrest of the chair, too weak from Priscilla’s touch to try and escape, because maybe a part of him doesn’t want to. No matter how deceitful and cruel Priscilla can be, he can never stop being her sweet little boy, even with how derogatory it sounds to his pride – he will never stop wanting—needing—her. No matter how many cuts, bruises and pain she gives him, she knows how to soothe and keep him behaving.

While Ruby’s thoughts go rampant in his mind while he looks up at the light, Priscilla lifts her head to stop kissing his neck, noticing that he’s looking away. She shifts the knife in her left hand to press it to his Adam’s apple, making his breath hitch. She hovers her head over him, looking down at him with a smug and sultry expression. Her soft, black, coiled hair wilts, as her lips only hover an inch above Ruby’s.

“If you’re thinking about praying to the man above, don’t bother… it’s just me on top~”

Once Priscilla finishes talking the way she knows Ruby likes, she begins to roll her hips against his, finally giving him the friction his clothed cock so desperately desired. He gasps as he feels her moving, but as he’s about to lean his head forward, she presses the knife harder against his neck, and her tone switches from soft, soothing and gentle, to a dark, commanding and dominant tone.

“Move a single inch and I’ll spill every ounce of blood you have… So just tell me where the package is…”

Ruby’s breath quickens in fear, and it shows in his eyes as he looks back up at her with a panicked expression, yet he continues to stay stubborn and maintains his oath of confidentiality to his contractor.

“D- Do it… you w- won’t… oh, God…!-“, Ruby writhes in the obvious pleasure, but the pain too, as the rolling of Priscilla’s hips not only give friction to his own, but the shifting and moving weight of herself causes the wounds and bruises on his thighs and lap to hurt extensively.

“Maybe I won’t, but… you can still give me a little more blood, can’t you, darling?~”

Priscilla cuts a thin piece of his shirt that’s holding it together with her knife to reveal his left shoulder and collarbone, and she licks her lips at the sight of it like it’s fresh meat.

Because tonight, that’s all Ruby is to her.

She quickens the pace with her hips, making Ruby whimper more, and then begins to cut his skin. Slowly. Excruciatingly slowly, making sure it hurts him as much as possible, and it does. His whimpers are less of pleasure from the grinding of her hips, to whimpers of pain as blood drips down his arm and chest.

“G- Go to hell…! B- Bitch!- A- Agh…!-“, Ruby whimpers, looking at Priscilla as she only smiles, holstering her knife back onto her thigh beneath her dress as she begins to slowly lick and taste his blood, and she doesn’t break eye contact for a split second while doing so.

The sight both pains and arouses Ruby even more, torn between his ever growing erection which Priscilla grinds on even harder now, and his excruciating state of pain from the long cut on his shoulder and collarbone. He grits his teeth in pain and to bare his horniness while Priscilla continues to enjoy herself. She licks up every last drop of red before sitting back up straight, looking down on him once more while Ruby’s face contorts with anger. But instead of intimidating Priscilla, it only amuses her more.

“Guess that wasn’t enough to make you crack… although I must say, you taste delicious~”, Priscilla flirts and teases, licking her lips to truly get every last drop of blood.

Ruby scowls further as she speaks, and he speaks with a strained voice of hate.

“Nothing you do to me is g- gonna make me give you that f- fucking package… l- let alone anything else…!”

“Oh? Nothing else, hm? Let’s have a look then…”

Priscilla gets off of Ruby’s lap before taking a small step back, then bending down slightly to reach her hands down to his waist. His breath gets caught in his throat as she begins to unbuckle his black leather belt, while she only smiles with amusement and an utter lack of an ability to do as pleaded.

She pulls his belt off of him, resting it on her shoulder as she now undoes the buttons of his trousers. Ruby tries his best to resist by kicking his legs back and forth, but realizes that shit; his legs are tied to the legs of the chair. Priscilla chuckles with delight, showing her teeth while she savors the sight of her prisoner being so helpless and vulnerable.

“I’ll f- fucking kill you when I get out this damn chair… th- that isn’t a threat, that’s a f- fucking promise…!”

“We’re thieves, darling. Promises aren’t what we do… unless…”, Priscilla rebuts. She then pulls Ruby’s trousers and underwear down to his calves, and begins to undress herself too.

“It’s me promising that I’ll make you say whatever it is I want you to. Act as invincible and invulnerable as you want, sugar, but I will get what I want… and it’s two things…”

She pulls off the left strap of her dress.

Then, her right, letting the fabric gracefully fall off her body, leaving her upper body in a maroon lace bra, and after taking off her black heels, she leaves her lower body in matching color panties with her bra, and thin heel socks.

“First and foremost, the package… as a bonus…”, she glances at Ruby’s throbbing length.

“You. But it’s only business, isn’t it…?”

“Do your worst… I’ll gut you alive someday…”, Ruby protests. Yet, his words lack any sort of bite or real defiance, and he can’t hide back the curl on his lips that hint at a smirk, and he can’t resist eyeing Priscilla’s beautiful figure by even the slightest bit. She notices and it makes her smile with pride as she begins to walk back towards him – that same damn hypnotically seductive sway in her hips that only she can do, and it makes Ruby’s heart and mind race with anticipation as it feels like the pain of all his wounds and bruises—including those of hickeys on his neck too—begin to numb as he feels completely wrapped around Priscilla’s finger; under her mercy.

She straddles Ruby’s lap once again, their bare skin now touching as Priscilla’s panties separate her pussy from Ruby’s cock, driving him utterly insane internally.

He does his best to continue to look up at her eyes, but he can’t help but glance at her breasts every few moments.

“I’m flattered you seem to enjoy them so much, baby~”, Priscilla teases, as she bucks up her hips slightly to shift her panties to the side, exposing her entrance as she hovers over Ruby’s dick, already leaking with precum.

“But look at my face for just a second… I want to see you fall apart…”, she purrs, grabbing Ruby’s length with her hand to guide it inside of her.

Priscilla finally lowers herself onto Ruby’s cock, swallowing his size slowly as she accommodates his size. She winces slightly in discomfort, but it’s easily replaced by the bliss of pleasure as she flutters her eyes at the sensations.

Ruby lets out a low, erotic groan as he feels his cock being engulfed by Priscilla’s walls, his face softening heavily as his eyes are blanketed with lust and forbidden desire for his torturer, looking up at her as if she’s the one thing keeping him alive, even while killing him.

She’s the poison he’ll die without.

Priscilla finally bottoms out, taking a shaky breath as she adjusts for Ruby’s size.

“Still not t- too accustomed…?”, he looks up at her with a smirk, a glint of challenge in his eyes.

“I am, just…”, Priscilla trails off, unable to find words that won’t feed into her prisoner’s narcissism and unbearable ego.

She flutters her eyes shut as she begins to roll her hips in slow, seductive circles as she gets used to Ruby’s girth. In turn, he bites his lip to keep himself quiet, looking down at the sight of being inside of her. His chest heaves and rises slowly, breathing shakily with anticipation and excitement.

Priscilla grabs onto Ruby’s shoulders, her nails digging into his skin through the gaps of tears in his shirt, and he winces in pain from her nails’ sharpness.

She begins to finally move up and down on him, keeping a slow and erotic pace as she struggles to continue looking at him, always looking down onto his chest as she focuses while struggling to keep her eyes open in the bliss of the moment.

Ruby wants to say no, that this isn’t personal and he needs to get out of here, but his body can’t help but tell and plead for more.

“K- Keep- Mmph… keep going…”, he whimpers, arching his neck back in pleasure.

Suddenly, Priscilla uses his belt which she hung on her shoulder when undressing him, and wraps it around his neck as he looks up. She uses both hands to wrap it around, yanking it away from her, choking him and making him arch his neck all the way back.

She hovers her head over him, now quickening the pace as he moans louder.

“Don’t f- fucking tell me what to d- do… I… I own you tonight…”, Priscilla commands, although her voice wavers and her body trembles, her knuckles turning white from how tight her grip is on the belt.

Ruby can’t even speak nor breathe, as the tightness of his belt around his neck completely strains his voice and throat, while Priscilla continues to ride him, her own moans becoming louder than his, while keeping a firm grip on his belt.

She presses her lips aggressively against his, claiming and owning him as only hers, pouring every ounce of affection and spite into his mouth as she takes him even deeper inside her, provoking her to moan into the kiss. She pulls back the belt more, making it impossible for Ruby to breathe, but he kisses her back with whatever strength or oxygen he has. Her tongue makes him almost gag.

Suddenly, Priscilla begins to slow down gradually, pulling back from Ruby’s lips by a mere inch as she flares down at his pained and blissful face.

“Wh- What’re you doing…?”, Ruby pants out breathlessly, his eyes darting between Priscilla’s own and her slightly swollen lips.

“Beg for me… Plead for and f- fucking worship me… bleed for me…”, Priscilla speaks through her exhaustion, and although catching her breath and now completely stopped, she speaks with demand in her tone – that she will not be denied what she wants, like always.

“I…”

Ruby speaks through seethed teeth, his ego now in jeopardy.

“Y- Yes… yes, ma’am…”, he reluctantly submits, and she smiles with mischief and victory as he scowls at her slightly, but puts on a pleading expression.

“I w- want more of you… I want you t- to claim every p- piece of me as your own…”

“So well behaved, hm…?”, Priscilla whispers as she circles her hips teasingly, making her prisoner whimper slightly.

“Open your mouth for me, Ruby…”

He nods slowly as Priscilla positions her head even more over Ruby’s, pulling on the belt around his neck as he opens his mouth, and Priscilla lets a string of her saliva trickle down onto Ruby’s tongue while he sticks it out slightly. His bound legs and hands are shaking and begging for mercy, but his desire overcomes him as he obliges to each and every one of Priscilla’s commands, twirling her saliva around his tongue before slowly and shakily closing his lips.

“Now, just…”, she speaks, grabbing Ruby’s chin with her right hand and releasing her grip on the belt, letting it fall onto the floor before grabbing her knife with her left. His eyes widen instantly as he hears the steel unsheathe, but she hushes him with her finger. She makes a slow, gradual cut on the side of his neck, missing his jugular vein as blood leaks.

He groans and writhes in pain, but does his best to stay still as she finishes up. She begins to pounce on him yet again with the pace she left off at, watching his blood seep down his chest – her eyes almost sparkling with lust, and clouded in it too.

“W- Watching you bleed makes me so f- fucking close…!”, Priscilla rambles, pressing and sealing her lips to the wound she created as she begins to suck on Ruby’s neck as she tilts it to the side with her hand, sheathing her blade with her left.

Ruby whimpers even louder than ever, looking up to the ceiling as if he’s praying for a miracle, but overcome with the painful pleasure.

“P- Priscilla, I… f- fuck, agh!-“ Ruby almost lets himself scream before keeping his lips sealed tight before thrusting upwards into Priscilla, his orgasm having arrived and making him cum deeply inside of Priscilla, while she moans loudly against Ruby’s neck while she feels herself cumming too, coating his cock in her essence.

She bounces on him a few more times before slowing down, still sucking on his blood, letting their combined fluids flow out of her and drip down onto the dirty cement ground – the chair having almost broken.

She pulls back, licking her lips with a wide smile as she looks upon her work.

Ruby’s face shows he’s on another planet.

The scratches, wounds, bruises and other marks on his skin are clearly visible.

His clothes might as well not be there, as they’re so torn and ripped to the point he looks like he’s been through hell and back, and in some ways, probably has with her.

Ruby crept through the window, opening it slowly, its rotten wooden frame creaking as he did so.

He sticks one leg through first, then his other before grabbing onto said frame and letting himself drop down onto the unmaintained cement floor, landing on some butted cigarettes as he scanned the basic details of the room. Cobwebs on the ceiling, filth everywhere, rats running around…

“Eugh… gross…”

he mutters to himself with a scowl, his body jolting in a shiver of disgust. He’s not all too sure what the hell’s even in the package he’s meant to pick up, but Jessica told him during his briefing: “No questions asked. AND GET YOUR FUCKING FEET OFF THE TABLE, YOU LITTLE SHIT!”

Her bossy, angry, dominant and demanding tone remains fresh in his mind.

He looks around the dusty warehouse; particles floating around and it makes him want to sneeze.

As he scrunches his face to restrain himself from sneezing, he sees a paper package left neatly on a dusty wooden workbench only a couple meters away.

Oddly however, it didn’t have any sort of dust on it. Looked as though Amazon had just dropped it off, and it makes him narrow his eyebrows as he scanned the room once more, an uneasy sense of skepticism tingling his back and giving him goosebumps.

Yet, although cautiously, he approached said package and was just about to pick it up and get out of the warehouse, when he suddenly got a feeling someone else was here…

“Hey, handsome~”

“Shhhhit.”

Ruby said to himself as he slowly lifted his head to look towards where he heard words come from (it was more of an “irritated” hang back rather than a lift). His eyes stayed shut for a second as he sighed, as if bracing for the familiar voice’s company and presence.

Emerging from a dark corner of the vicinity of the room, was Priscilla. She catwalked into the dim, flickering light of the room with a seductive sway in her hips. She grinned with mischief, and Ruby somehow felt his heart stop and race at the same time; his body tensing with anticipation, yet relaxing with pleasure at the sight of his “work wife”.

“Mutual interests, I assume?”, Ruby asked, raising both his eyebrows with intrigue.

“Mm… your assumption is correct.”

she replied, finally getting face to face with him by the table, planting her left palm on the surface of the musty workbench as she leans against it, tilting her head as she looked Ruby up and down with those seductive, enticing and tempting hazel brown eyes. Priscilla knew how crazy it drove him, but he does his best to resist, as he quietly gulps in response to her deliberate flirting and gaze.

However, he recomposes himself and matches her flirty look with a smirk of his own. Something that drive her just as nuts.

That grin encapsulated everything he was and was about: cockiness, arrogance, confidence, ego, self centeredness and borderline narcissism, but he made it look good. To her, he was charming and handsome enough to make anything look good, and he knew it, which made his cheesy grin grow even more at the thought of it.

But Ruby had a job to do, so he grabbed the package slowly. Really, really slowly, almost teasing her as she glanced at it before placing her hand on top of his, stopping him. Not a word was said, but they smirked at each other again. The tension in the air was palpable and irresistible. Both of them felt their hearts and bodies tug at one another, but they’d rather die than be the first to give into the other.

Slowly and deliberately, Priscilla made her index and middle finger begin walking up the back of Ruby’s hand, up his forearm, bicep, shoulder, neck and his cheek. She caressed it slowly, licking her lips almost subconsciously as she did so, and Ruby began to flush, but kept cool.

They loved this little game of theirs.

Her touch was like silk, and everything about her hand was perfect. He knew it was odd to think so hard about a lady’s hand like this, but every finger, crease in her palm, and stroke she made was euphoric and hypnotized him.

He took a small, tiny, minuscule step closer, but even that brought him into a more personal proximity and space.

“When’s your deadline, sweetie?~”, she asked him, still stroking his cheek with her thumb, gazing into his garnet eyes. Her voice was like deep red wine; mature, intelligent, sophisticated, dark and tender – but fun, exciting and dangerous.

“I’ve got time. You?”, he responded and with a question too.

“No plans other than you…”

“Good. Are there really ever any priorities greater than me, sugar?”

he answered. She let out a low breath of a faint chuckle at such an expected and signature answer, loving to be addressed the way he did, and began to lift her other hand and place it on his left trap, while simultaneously making her other hand do the same on his right. In sync, Ruby took another step closer, and as he did, he felt Priscilla press her body up against his.

She molded into him like a puzzle piece, or soft clay meshing together. It felt like when they were so close, there wasn’t a single microscopic crevice of space between them. They felt each other’s breath on their lips, but didn’t lean in any further just yet. Priscilla shifted her hands from Ruby’s traps to the back of his neck, as he began to place his hands on her hourglass-like waist, before resting them on her hips.

She looked up at him with need and desire, her eyes flickering between his own and his lips. He looked back at her with his signature smug expression, but the longer they gazed at one another, the more and more evident it became that he might just want her more than she wants him.

Before any more thoughts could run through their minds, they finally sealed their lips with one another with irresistible hunger. The tension was too much to bare, and neither of them could dance around the truth anymore that they wanted—needed—each other.

He let out a moan into her mouth which she proudly swallowed, giggling with her own sense of cockiness that rivaled Ruby’s. That’s what made their relationship so thrilling – so exciting, fun and competitive. They were always at odds in everything, whether it’s thievery or sex, and neither of them would ever in a million years, swallow their overwhelming pride and ego.

Ruby stepped to the left to get Priscilla between himself and the edge of the table, making her sit up on it as she wrapped her arms around his neck – not only her hands. He hooked both of his strong arms around her thin waist, unable to hold back his lust any longer as he stepped forward, placing himself and standing between her legs.

The kiss heated quickly, as they enticed and intertwined their tongues together in a lewd, messy yet pleasureful dance of sinful desire, their lips sealed and locked together like a ziplock bag, and Ruby bent his coworker over the wooden table, releasing his grip on her waist and pinning her down by her wrists, not allowing himself or Priscilla get a gasp for air, and she was okay with that.

She could live longer without oxygen than she could without him.

However, Ruby finally pulled back after a few seconds, although by only an inch, panting for air, and Priscilla copied.

“Fuck, you’re sexy…”, he exhaled, still breathless, and his dark red and brown gaze told her that he was begging for more through his half-lidded eyes.

“I know, baby… I know~”

She chuckled with dark intent, grinning with smugness that rivaled Ruby’s own, pissing him off the way she always does when they encounter each other on missions, but her voice was just so erotic, low and seductive that he let it pass.

Discreetly, she began slipping her hands up his shirt, feeling his abdominal muscles as she traced her nails along them, still looking at him with that same mischievous expression.

“Hm… thought you’d be fitter…”, she sarcastically remarked, smiling at him with glee.

“Thought you’d learn when to keep your mouth shut.”, he responded with annoyance.

“Thought you liked it wide open~”

That sent him over the edge; in both frustration and lust. He groaned in annoyance before sighing:

“Fight over the package later?”

“Yeah… later.”, Priscilla agreed.

Suddenly, he grabs her neck with his right hand, tilting her head to her left.

“You know I don’t appreciate being treated like an equal to the likes of you…”, he smirked. Again, it feigned his trademark arrogance and overconfidence, and Priscilla gasped as he choked her. She grunted in an attempt to try and make Ruby release his grip by grabbing his wrist and trying to make him let go, but it was in vain.

Her demeanor shifted from her usual sense of seductiveness to one of submission and fear as she looked back at the man.

“Y- Yes… sir.”, she reluctantly said.

His grin grew wider at the title, feeding into his already unhealthily massive ego. He instinctively licked his lips before using his left hand to slither his way to her waistband, looking down at it. He then looked back into her eyes with a sarcastically polite expression.

“May I?”

Priscilla scoffed, but couldn’t deny the effect Ruby was having on her. She was already red like a tomato and couldn’t resist this man any longer before she lost her mind.

“F- Fine…”, she hesitantly complied, yet her words lacked any real venom.

He smiled at her before slipping his fingers under her ripped jeans and her panties, finally reaching his destination.

“Are you… wearing lingerie?”, he asked her with a newfound expression of surprise, flattery and amusement after feeling the thin and varying fabric of her panties; its texture telling him that there were rose patterns down there.

She blushed impossibly more, looking away as her breath grew heavier with the close proximity of his fingers to her entrance.

“G- Go to hell, Starson…” she said, addressing Ruby by his last name before hesitantly looking back at her work husband.

He smiled gleefully at her remark and embarrassment before finally beginning to tease her clit, moving his middle finger up and down at a snail’s pace, never looking away from her hazel eyes as they began to water from frustration and annoyance.

She started to hate him impossibly more than she already had. He pushed her buttons more than enough than he already did even when they’re not being intimate, but now it’s grinding her gears.

She buckles her hips and desperately seeks more of that delicious friction, wordlessly pleading for more from him through her actions and the way her eyes begin tear up in impatience.

“Goddamn it, Ruby – don’t make me beg…”, she hissed.

“I can make you do whatever I want… even making you beg to get into my pants~”

Priscilla scowled at him almost, but as soon as she does, he finally puts in the tip of his middle finger, catching her by surprise. She lets out a gasp at his sudden insertion, biting her lip to suppress herself as she looks back at him defiantly.

“That all you got, Starson…?”, she mocked him, knowing that the only way she’s going to get what she wants is to insult his ego; a risky instigation.

In response, Ruby glared at her, looking visibly insulted but accepted the challenge, putting his finger all the way inside, but not moving it just yet. He leaned closer to whisper into her ear while she gasped louder than before, finally letting a moan escape – her rich, sophisticated tone making her whimpers sound like music to Ruby.

“Look at you… squirming after I give you what you want…”, he teased her degradingly. She could sense the piece of shit smirking like an asshole as he always did. She hated it. She hated him so fucking much.

He was so unbearably annoying, stubborn, and a narcissistic piece of filth who deserved to rot in hell, that it made her want to tug and pull on her hair. But with how perfect, handsome, charming and even adorable he can be at times, sometimes it made her want him to pull and tug on her hair.

Almost in sync with her thoughts, Ruby shifts his free hand to tangle his fingers within her long black hair, murmuring softly into her ear:

“Follow my lead, but tell me if it’s too much, understood?”, he spoke oddly sweetly, making Priscilla pleasantly surprised at the sudden gentleman he turned into within the snap of a finger. Yet with said finger, Ruby slowly begins to move it in and out of her at a comfortable pace, not rushing her. She lets out a low, sultry moan into his ear as he keeps stroking her hair assuringly – hushing her while he continues to finger her.

She slips her hands underneath his shirt as she begins to glide them across his toned and scarred back, feeling every crevice, muscle and inch of skin on him; her nails scratching him as he began to pick up the pace with his finger, now using his thumb to stimulate her clit simultaneously while her ripped jeans begin to slip and lower, making Priscilla arch her neck back in soft ecstasy, her flavorful moans turning Ruby on even more than before.

“G- God, Ruby-“

“God can’t save you right now, sweetheart…”

he teased and chuckled into her ear as he inserted his index finger, making her bite on his earlobe to unsuccessfully suppress a whimper.

Priscilla scraped on the skin on his back with further desperation and desire, holding him as close as she could while Ruby took her, whispering sweet and sultry assurances against the skin on her neck while he praised it – kissing, licking and nipping at it like it was nectar.

He flicked his thumb faster on her clit while picking up the pace with his middle and index finger, tightening the grip in her hair with his other hand and whimpering in a low tone as he sped up.

Although her physical responses betrayed her words, she mocked him,

“Is this all you can d- do, Starson…? I’m d- disappointed…”, Priscilla chuckled breathlessly.

Then, Ruby gradually slows down with his fingers and stops worshipping her neck, as he lifts to hover his head over Priscilla’s, glaring dangerously into her eyes – the air starting to smell like challenge.

Slowly, he begins to move off of her, slithering down while maintaining eye contact as he gets down on his knees between her legs, while she still stays seated on the workbench – her legs still slightly shaky.

He spreads her legs more open, placing his hands firmly on her inner thighs as his face etches closer between her legs. Priscilla can feel Ruby’s breath hot on her pussy, and she lets out a fragile, nervous breath as they continue to look at each other. Priscilla’s half-lidded eyes are filled with uncontrollable lust, desire and need as she looks down at Ruby, while his are full with possessiveness, mischief and danger, but tainted with intense yearning and longing – turning Priscilla on even more, making her want him impossibly more.

“Keep looking at me…”, Ruby says breathlessly, his voice betraying his smug look – like he can’t live one more second without his hands on Priscilla. He wanted to touch every single inch of her skin. Every crevice, wrinkle—everything that could be touched, he wanted it. He wanted her so badly, but he always disguised it behind his cocky and smug attitude. But now, he’s got another chance to show just how badly he needed Priscilla.

Slowly, Ruby begins to softly kiss her inner thighs, wordlessly praising them by rubbing them slowly with his hands. She sucks in her lips to keep quiet, but she visibly trembles from such simple and gentle touches from Ruby. His lips begin to etch closer to her pussy, still making strong eye contact.

She whimpers more and more the closer his lips get to her opening, and once he finally begins to kiss, praise and tease at her rim, she can’t suppress herself any longer, letting out a moan of pleasure. His lips curl into a slight smirk as he starts licking, gripping her thighs tighter. Her moans become slightly louder and less manageable to suppress, and she moves her own hands to his hair, running her fingers through it as well as momentarily holding onto it.

“M- More…”, Priscilla mutters between whimpers.

“Stop f- fucking smiling and eat me out p- properly…!”, she hisses at him.

Ruby nods slowly, beginning to insert his tongue inside her – his eyes turning from confident and smug, to needing, desiring and longing. His eyes soften heavily as his eyebrows relax from their former intense shape.

He seals his lips against her pussy, effectively using his tongue to turn her into his personal whore. He wiggles his tongue inside of her slowly, tasting her walls while he tightens his grip on her thighs – his nails digging into her skin.

Priscilla throws her head back in ecstasy, letting her breath and moans run wild. She grips onto the edge of the table – her knuckles turning white as she holds on. Her legs almost move on their own to wrap her thighs around Ruby’s head, restricting his mouth from leaving her. She pulls him as close as possible, not even giving him air to breathe, and although he gasps slightly, he continues to please and worship her.

“Deeper, b- baby… deeper for m- me… nngh…~”, Priscilla whimpers, looking back down at him and his closed eyes while he focuses on the only things that matter to both of them now; pleasure and service.

Ruby’s hands tighten on her thighs, now placed on the top of them as he pushes his tongue deeper, savoring her flavor and taste as much as he possibly can. He can’t even mumble something incoherent, as his only thought is serving Priscilla. He wiggles his tongue inside of her even quicker, making sure he stimulates and makes her feel the exact way he wants, and he succeeds.

Her whimpers are louder, richer, filled with more lust and ecstasy than before, as her thighs grip impossibly tighter around his head. She feels her climax approaching, making her whole body tremble in anticipation while Ruby continues his work, pushing his tongue so deep it almost makes him gag, as he already struggles to breathe through his nose. Yet, the only supply of anything he needs right now is her – turning her into his pathetic slut who can’t keep herself together if her life depended on it.

His eyes finally open as he looks up at her – her shaking body telling him that she’s close to cumming, and he braces by tightening his grip on her thighs, and moving his tongue as well as he can.

“R- Ruby…! F- Fuck, Ruby!-“, Priscilla yells his name in ecstasy, unable to hold back her orgasm as she finally lets go. Her body quakes in pleasure at her release, and Ruby moans against her pussy with her, licking up her cum like it’s nectar; delicious, rich like her whimpers, and unable to get enough of it.

Slowly, Ruby loosens his grip on Priscilla’s thighs, and her thighs loosen their grip on Ruby’s head. He slowly pulls his head back with his mouth still open and his tongue out, showing a string of saliva and cum between his lips and her pussy. He looks up at her and smiles cockily with glee, and he licks his lips without breaking any eye contact. Priscilla’s sure she squirt slightly more at the simple sight of the bastard, making her let out a whimper she didn’t even realize was there.

They recollect their breath as Ruby remains on his knees, and Priscilla loosens her grip on the edge of the workbench – their descent from their high feeling like a drug. The warehouse is completely silent except for their heavy breaths, but it’s comfortably broken by Priscilla.

“Didn’t do t- too bad, Rube…”

“D- Doing bad isn’t…”, Ruby trails off for a moment, still panting and catching his breath.