I Owe Him My Life

Sylus presses his hand down firmly between your legs, applying pressure just where you need it most. The quietest of gasps leaves your lips, your mouth parted and panting immediately. You’re so weak for him, like his big hands have ruined you completely, forced your cunt to slick the second he’s close.

“Do you need me to tell you a bedtime story?” He teases, his voice still that perfect, gruff whisper. You nod immediately, and he takes a moment, humming as he brings his fingers up higher, dipping them into the waistband of your panties before they start to creep back down. He’s warm and solid behind you, caging you in. You nod again, cutting yourself off when your desperation creeps into your rational consciousness, deciding that it’s more dignified to show him what you want. You grip his wrist, bring his hand to where you want it, and he hums again. This time a pleased chuckle following it. He has your damn number, playing you like you were one of his treasured records.

“You’re not sleepy at all, are you?” He asks, grinning into your shoulder, annoyingly pleased with himself.

You shake your head, giving into him, and he chuckles, making your cheeks flush with embarrassment. “I’ll give you what you want, kitten.” His words shake through you, his breath hot against your ear as he presses his chest to your back, feeling like a solid wall behind you as he snakes his fingers into your underwear, chuckling again when he feels how slick you are.

A breathy sigh leaves your throat as he slides one finger inside. It’s time for Sylus to start his day, and you would assume he was rushing to take care of you if you didn’t know any better. No, this is Sylus claiming you, showing himself just how well you take him. “You’re so good,” he rumbles, his voice breathy and affected and it makes you clench down around him. “That’s it, so good.” The praise goes straight to your core, and you let a moan fall from your lips, one of your hands reaching out to cling onto his arm as the other twists in his expensive sheets. “You just needed a little sleep aid, didn’t you?”

You nod, losing yourself in the pleasure. You can feel yourself getting close already, but you don’t focus on it, refusing to finish this quickly and prove his unspoken point– that you are his, and only his.

“Sylus,” you whine, your body writhing gently.

“What is it? Tell me what you need. I’ll give you anything you need. And that’s it, right there, isn’t it? As much as you belong to Sylus, you know that he belongs to you, too. He’d give you anything, take anything, do anything you asked.

“Don’t stop,” you whisper, but he knows it’s a command, one that he’s more than happy to follow. With another low laugh, Sylus adds a second finger– the noise of your wetness loud in the air.

You groan and clench around him again, and he can tell that you’re getting close. “Let go for me, kitten. Let me see how beautiful you are.”

Your back arches as his assault continues, quirking his fingers just right inside of you to hit that spot that makes you see stars. He presses there over and over again, making you shake all over, driving you to the edge of pleasure.

“That’s it,” he tells you, kissing on your neck, and when he bites– just slightly, it’s all that you need. You finish around him, just as he had asked, tightening up and groaning as he plays with you through it, kissing and licking at his favorite spot on your neck.

When you collapse to the bed, your head hitting the pillows, you open your eyes to find Sylus staring at you with the most annoyingly smug expression you’ve ever seen. He raises an eyebrow. “Tired yet?” he asks, smirking.

You pick up the pillow next to you and hit him in the face with it.