Kellerific93

You rested your shoulder on the column again. You wanted to say that nothing was wrong. Because it shouldn’t. A part of you felt like you were making a deal out of things, and that you were too old to be upset about this.Before you could shake your head and dismiss it all together, he placed his hand on your back, “Don’t you even think about saying it’s nothing.”

You’d been dating Leon for six months now. Others might say that wasn’t much time, but it was to the both of you and it’s been a serious relationship.

At the start of the month of December, Leon asked if you wanted to come to his office party. The party was a week before Christmas, since everyone would be busy for the holidays. Cute was your original thought. For one, you had no plans. Two, he wanted to take this opportunity to introduce you to everyone. So you agreed to accompany him.

Earlier tonight, he picked you up. You arrived at least thirty minutes after the party had started. The first person who greeted you was also the first person who met you. He welcomed you, and then said you could both help yourselves to whatever.

Leon led you around to his colleagues, letting them know who you were. Most of them were surprised to know he had a girlfriend since he kept his personal life rather private.

Some time into the party, he said he’d be right back. When he left, you felt rather awkward around his colleagues since they were in their own conversations. No worries. You’d wait for Leon. You kept your composure and didn’t let it show. You just checked your phone for some notifications that came in and occupied yourself with that.

Until you heard whispers that weren’t as quiet as they were supposed to be.

“I thought you said Leon got back with Claire.”

“I did! I mean… I thought he did.”

That caught your attention.

Leon told you about his previous girlfriend, Claire. They met on that dreadful day in ‘98 and survived with Sherry at their side.

Now, their jobs had them crossing paths on occasion, but it was never intentional. They both were confused, and believed since they had gone through something traumatic together, that meant they should be together. They did date in their late thirties, and it lasted for a year and a half.

Everyone thought they were a beautiful couple and assumed they’d end up get married. That was their goal, all while they both knew something was off. Eventually, neither of them could deal with that nagging feeling in their chest and confronted the situation head on.

They broke up on good terms, realizing they’d mistaken their platonic relationship for a romantic one.

When you started dating Leon, he made sure to explain it to you in the early stages of your relationship because he didn’t want you to feel comfortable. He even suggested you meet Claire, and knew you’d get along with her. She was kind and sweet towards you. She said there wasn’t anything you had to worry about, and encouraged your relationship.

“Okay so, what did he say to you?”

“He said he was bringing his girlfriend as his plus one. I just assumed it was Claire because she was the only girlfriend we knew about.”

“You didn’t think about asking him?”

As much as you tried to block the conversation, all of a sudden, you couldn’t. The pair kept making remarks about how they’d been waiting for Claire and Leon to get back together. Now they were “disappointed” to find out Leon’s girlfriend wasn’t her, but instead someone completely different.

It stung to hear these people you barely knew talking about you while you were at a distance away. There were a few subtle comments thrown in as well. Ones that were making you feel slightly insecure in what you hadn’t felt for years. You wondered if all the other colleagues of his were talking about you too.

Without Leon at your side, you became more and more uncomfortable. You glanced around again. No sight of him coming back from wherever he went.

Where was he?

You accidentally made eye contact with those two colleagues, still whispering as if you couldn’t hear them, and they immediately looked away.

It led you to notice the door leading outside to the courtyard. Stepping out for a bit seemed like a good idea. You’d gather your composure the best you could and then you’d come inside again. You made your quick escape, and then never came back inside.

“Hey, look at me.” Seeing as you weren’t answering, Leon moved his hands and placed them on your shoulders. He stood in front of you, his eyes narrowing in concern. “Tell me what’s going on?” Could you lie your way out of this? He already said he wouldn’t take, ‘Nothing’s wrong’, as an answer. You also didn’t want to make a big deal out of this.

Ever so hesitantly, you sighed out.

“When you left… I overheard some of your coworkers talking about me.” That immediately caught his attention, and not in a good way. You took a brief pause. You shouldn’t keep going, but now that you said it, he wouldn’t let you stop. “At first they were talking about how they thought you were with Claire again. Then they were expressing their disappointment that you weren’t with her, and that you were dating me instead.”

Leon was quiet. On the inside, he was fuming. Who the hell did they think they were talking about you when they’d just met you? You weren’t confrontational, he knew that. But he was. Especially when it came to his girlfriend.

His silence made you feel uneasy.

“I’m sorry, I know I’m too grown to be making a big deal out of this—” You were in your early 40s, and this was high school gossip. Instead, he cut you off.

“Hey, hey. I didn’t say any of that.” Leon squeezed your arms gently, “Your age doesn’t have anything to do with how you feel. You’re allowed to feel upset when people say things about you.”

Those self doubts were truly starting to get the better of you. You’d never really felt this way before in any of your past relationships. Though, Leon meant more to you than previous boyfriends. He was someone who put the same amount of effort and energy you did. He considered himself to be a busy man, yet, always found the time to be with you and made those moments special.

That’s what bothered you. His colleagues were insinuating you weren’t worthy of that or him.

“Their opinion about my relationship doesn’t matter to me, and it shouldn’t to you either.” He held your gaze as he spoke because he needed you to understand what you meant to him. “Do you want me to go say something to them?”

“No, no, it’s fine.” You said. You knew he’d defend you. Just that right now, you wanted his comfort. “Thank you… Can we stay out here a little longer?” You asked, and he nodded.

“Yeah. We’ll go back in whenever you’re ready.” That made you smile. “But if this happens again, I will say something to them about it.” He wrapped his arm around you to bring you closer to his side. He kissed your temple, and you leaned your head on his shoulder.

Something came into your vision. You furrowed your brows and focused on it.

A mistletoe. You lifted your head from Leon’s shoulder, meeting his gaze. That sly smirk was on his face, the one he always gave you whenever he did something he knew would annoy you.

“Well,” He dragged out. He swayed the small plant above your head gently, “Looks like we have to kiss now. I heard if you don’t kiss under a mistletoe, Santa gives them coal.”

“Who did you hear that from?”

I chuckle. “Oregano.”

“Good girl.” He starts kissing down my neck as he unbuttons my shirt. “Tell me at any time to stop, and we can just do what we always do, alright darling?”

“Mhm.”

He roughly grabs my wrists and pins them against the door. “What was that? You will call me sir or master. Understood?”

“Ah!” His expression is dark and hungry like I’ve never seen. I see why he wanted me to try this with him. As much as we love each other, gentle lovemaking will never quite satisfy all of him. I agreed because, somehow, I wonder if I need the same thing.

He needs to dominate and be rough, and I need to finally listen to the secret urges within me - the need to surrender, to be forced and controlled.

“Yes master.”

He purrs, capturing my lips in a fierce kiss as he rips open my shirt and squeezes my breast. I’m not wearing a bra today, as he requested. His tongue pushes inside my mouth, stealing my breath.

I arch against him as he shoves a deliciously muscular thigh between my legs, forcing me to grind against him.

“Mmph! San- Ah! M-master!”

He briefly breaks the kiss, the air electric between us as he looks into my eyes, both of us already breathing hard.

“Keep your hands there,” he orders. Lunging in again, he kisses down my throat, impatiently pulling my pants down. His tongue and lips follow downwards between my breasts and lower as he kneels to pull my shoes and pants off.

They’re tossed aside carelessly, and his large hands rub up my thighs and hips, squeezing and massaging. Blonde hair tickles my chin as he stands.

I gasp as he roughly pushes my shirt off my shoulders. He throws it aside along with his jacket.

His eyes lock onto mine as he unbuckles his belt, slowing a little as he approaches again, taking my wrists and binding them with it.

“How’s this, hm? Gonna be a good girl for me and let me make you my captive?” His lips ghost over my ear, making me shiver. “I am a pirate after all. You’re my treasure.”

I swallow hard and nod. “Yes sir.”

Again his lips are on mine, and suddenly he’s throwing me over his shoulder. He carries me to the bedroom, and I catch only a glimpse of the phenomenal view upside down before being thrown down on the bed.

He kicks off his shoes, never breaking eye contact as he tugs off his tie and unbuttons his shirt. Those predatory eyes watch every movement, every change in my expression as he crawls onto the bed.

Giving in to instinct, as he had encouraged before, I back away from him. He smirks dangerously.

“Trying to run? How cute.”

He moves up to straddle my hips and makes a show of taking off his shirt, filling my view with his broad shoulders. Out of his pocket, he takes out an object I’ve seen before.

Sanji used it to propose this whole… game.

A collar.

We picked it out together in a red light district market. The sight of it makes my heart race even more.

In contrast to his domineering and rough treatment thus far, his touch is gentle, tender, as he brushes my hair aside enough to slip the collar around my neck.

Voice raspy and low, he hums in approval. “Gods you’re so pretty, kitten. Look at you.” He ties a thin ribbon to the collar ring, and gives it a tug. “All mine to do with as I please. Surrender to me completely.”

I mewl as he tugs me up for a kiss. Wrapping the leash around his fist, he uses his other hand to take off his pants. Little sounds come between us as I’m pulled about.

Then his hand is snaking up my thigh to pull down my panties. At last I am completely bare beneath him.

Sanji sucks in a breath. “…Fuck.”

Leaning down, his tongue latches onto my nipple.

“Ah! Master…!” I squirm as he touches and kisses me. He knows all my soft spots.

“Stop moving,” he orders. “If you don’t, I’ll just take you here and now.”

Keening under his ministrations, I desperately try to keep still. My body jerks and shudders with every touch, every hot breath, every brush of his hair against my skin.

“Such a naughty little pet, aren’t you?”

I whine, shrinking back. “I-I’m sorry, sir. Please don’t punish me. I’m trying to be good for you…”

Sanji bites his lip. “I know you are, darling. But you need better training, don’t you?”

I nod. He grins, finally taking off his underwear. Already hard and leaking pre, I can see exactly how much he’s getting off on this.

A gasp is ripped from me as he tugs on the leash. “I suppose since you’re just getting started, I’ll have mercy.” His long fingers brush between my legs, dipping into my slick entrance. “So wet for me already, hm? You like being manhandled and ordered about like this, do you?”

I bite my lip and arch against his hand. “Yes sir! Ahh…!”

“Mm… That’s it. Let me hear everything. You can scream and no one will hear you here.” He smirks and flicks my nipple with his tongue. “No one will come to save you.”

Moaning as he pushes three fingers inside me, he bullies me relentlessly. Twisting, rubbing, curling inside me, he loosens me far less gently than normal. His thumb rubs circles on my throbbing clit.

He shifts, using his thick thigh to push mine apart. Moving between them, I can feel his hardness against my leg.

The sounds my body makes as he works me open grow louder, and he watches with glazed eyes as his thick fingers sink into me over and over.

“I can hardly wait to have a meal of you, kitten. But I’m starving for more after such a long trip getting here.”

He removes his fingers and holds the up to my lips. When I hesitate, he says, “Go on. Clean them for me.”

Slowly, I obey. Opening my mouth, he presses his wet fingers against my tongue. I shiver as I lick my essence off, running my tongue between his fingers and sucking.

He shudders. “I have so much to teach you, my pet. I so look forward to your training~”

Impatient and in the mood to punish, he moves over me, aligning himself with my already dripping entrance.

I hold his intense gaze, my heart pounding out of my chest as he slowly pushes himself inside me. He doesn’t give me nearly as much time today to adjust to his thick girth, but seeing my discomfort, he strokes my hair.

“So good. Taking me so well, aren’t you? I knew you could do it, kitten.” He sucks in a breath as he bottoms out, groaning loudly. “I love you so much. Fuck, so much. So good for me.”

His large body cages me in, tugging on my leash as he arches into me. Pulling back, the tight muscles try to repel him before sucking him in deeper.

We moan and keen in each other’s ears as he quickly settles into a rather desperate rhythm.

“Finally. I’ve been dying to be inside you for so long.”

I choke a little and writhe beneath him as he fucks me, my tied hands resting between us on his chest.

“M-master! Agh! Mm!”

While his pace is faster than he usually starts with, he’s not brutal in the strength behind it, allowing my body the chance to adjust a bit to the large intrusion.

The bright room is filled with all the maddening sounds of sex, and I am just losing myself to the cadence of his thrusts when he pulls out entirely.

With a sound as much of pleasure as frustration, he looks down at me, his wet cock throbbing. “I have so much planned for you, little one. I hope you’re ready.

I am left to his mercy as he manhandles me into a different position. My leg is hauled over his chest, leaving me open and dripping before he pushes back in.

Tugging the leash again, Sanji starts back up.

I moan and gasp, grasping desperately at his arm as he goes faster, pounding into me at a new angle that makes me see stars.

“S-Sanji! Ah! Master…!”

He curses under his breath. Adjusting the way his hips hit mine, his pelvis rubs against my clit enough to send me closer to the edge.

I can see through the tears pricking at my eyes enough to see his smirk. “Go on, I want you to cum for me, girl. I’m going to overstim you for the rest of the night until you’re begging me to stop.”

Suddenly his thrusts are mercilessly fast. Holding my leg against his chest, he keeps me from being able to move my hips away from the onslaught of overwhelming pleasure.

The sound of wetness and his panting is enough to propel me over the edge already.

“I’m g-going to- I’m coming!”

Looking up at his face, half hidden behind his hair, he nods. “Cum for me.”

The feeling of the collar cutting off a little of my air is a novel sensation, and I gasp and moan, surrendering to the sheer feeling of it all.

Hot pleasure seizes me as I cream all over his relentlessly thrusting cock, squeezing him so hard that he has to push a little harder to keep his tempo.

A loud moan echoes through the room along with the sound of my wetness. Sanji curses and flips me fully onto my stomach, pulling me into his lap. Hardly breaking his rhythm, he continues ruthlessly.

“Ah! W-wait!”

He chuckles darkly. “Your mind to do with as I please, right? You’ll have to beg much, much better than that to persuade me to do anything, kitten.”

I whimper into the sheets as he leans down to pepper my trembling shoulders with kisses.

“I look forward to seeing just how much you can take, my love~ When we’re done in a bit, let’s go to the beach. I’ve always wanted to try fucking in the ocean~”