Moxxi

“I want to see you. I’ll have Luke and Kieran come get you since you’re so tired”.

“Hu-”

“See you soon. They’re en route. Ciao”

The phone clicks, signaling the end of the call. For whatever reason, your ever growing frustration simply dissipates, defeat taking its place. You should be used to this by now. Sylus always gets what he wants. And you always let him. It goes without saying that it’s the same way for you as well. At least, Sylus always gives you what you want if it doesn’t interfere with his need to lay his eyes on you at least once in awhile. He knew that you wouldn’t push this though. You both knew.

Deep down, you wanted to see him too.

You asked Luke and Kieran to wait outside for a bit while you took a brisk shower and freshened up. Those two had always been very patient and understanding. You felt bad “bossing” them around, and yet they always insisted that you could. Though Luke had admitted on one occasion that he never expected to be helping a girl find hair ties or carrying shopping bags while working for Onychinus.

The statement had made you laugh a bit. You finally finish dressing in some plain sweats and rush to the car. Luke and Kieran are waiting outside of a dark colored jeep. Not too flashy as to not draw attention, but it was still clearly very expensive.

“Actually miss, Boss wanted you to wear these” Luke says, holding out an expensive looking dress. Clearly designed by hand and tailored to your measurements. Kieran follows his lead, holding out a box containing a pair of earrings and a lavish looking necklace.

“Huh? What’s this for? A date?”

“Business. That’s all he said” Kieran chimed in. Although you couldn’t see their faces, you knew they had no reason to lie to you about this.

“Ah. Dragging me into more trouble. Got it”.

When the three of you finally arrived to the location, the sun had already set for the day. You darted your eyes back and forth, squinting above at the bright neon sign of the establishment.

“We’re not going to the N109 Zone? This is a nightclub…” you mutter, taken aback by the unfamiliar surroundings. When did this even get here? There were plenty of clubs in Linkon of course, but you never seemed to notice this one. Not that you knew much about the night life to begin with. People were lined up at the entrance, chatting, fixing makeup, or texting.

“Boss wants you here. He’s waiting inside. Enjoy your time miss” Luke said, amusement written all over his tone. He gets out of the passenger seat to open the door and lend you a hand. You rolled your eyes, not wanting to appear shaken up by the situation. Sylus was always full of surprises. This was no different, act confident.

At least, that’s what you tried to tell yourself. After getting almost immediate entrance into the club with just a simple nod from the guard, you enter. As you walk inside the club, Luke and Kieran not far behind you, you can tell this was no ordinary night club. Everyone here was dressed lavishly and sharp, clearly possessing power and ulterior motives. A few eyes lay on you as you walk in, and you feel your hands start to sweat.

Keep cool. This isn’t the first time you’ve been around high ranking individuals. This is probably some test he set up…right? Or some kind of joke to get a laugh?

Clenching your fists, your eyes dart and search for a tall figure with white hair, feeling more nervous by the second that you don’t see him. You’re about to turn around and ask one of the twins, but at last your gaze settles on him, sipping on a glass of Gin Fizz. He’s sitting in a velvety booth by himself, people watching. He’s wearing his black button up with red streaks across it, coat hanging on his shoulders per usual. As if he felt you staring, his eyes shift to meet yours. He sets down his glass, giving you you a small smirk. His eyes narrow, sending a very clear message.

Come here.

As if you were suddenly possessed, your feet seem to start moving on their own. You weren’t sure if you were relieved to see him or if it was just the relief of seeing a familiar face in an unfamiliar place. You take a few deep breaths as you approach, readying your witful replies to any of his attempts to make fun of you. Without making any sound or looking at him, you quietly slide in next to him.

“You look nice. Seems I was right about this look on you” Sylus says, taking another sip of his drink. His eyes wander up and down behind the glass, seemingly devouring you. You squirm under his gaze.

“Hm. Thanks. This gift is the least you can do after dragging me to do whatever you want on a whim once again” you scoff, eyeing the full glass that sits on the table. It’s another glass of Gin Fizz, probably for Sylus. There’s three other very empty glasses on the table.

This man can definitely hold his alcohol.

He chuckles, taking a finger and pushing the glass of Gin closer to you.

“Don’t be like that sweetie. Loosen up a bit, you’ll need it”

“For what exactly? Business?” you mock, picking up the Gin. You didn’t exactly like the taste of this particular alcohol of choice but Sylus was right about one thing. Some liquid courage was definitely needed for whatever shenanigans he was dragging you into tonight.

“Yeah. Figured I could use Linkon’s darling Miss Hunter as backup” Sylus chuckles, watching you nearly choke as you take three big gulps of the drink. You squeeze your eyes in disgust as you finish the rest of the glass, shooting a death glare in his direction as you set it down.

“You’re perfectly capable. Don’t mock me Sylus”. You grit your teeth in irritation, almost ready to rip him to shreds with your words. Clearly your tone has no effect on him though, as all you get in return is a soft smile. Sylus places a hand on your upper leg, slowing sliding his fingers under your dress. You gasp, the coldness of his fingers making you twitch a bit. The warmness of your skin mixed with his cold touch makes the sensation feel like icy fire.

“Or what? You’ll use this on me?” he smirks, tugging on the concealed gun strapped under your dress. “I’m all for it honestly”

You slap his hand away, the woozy feeling from the Gin Fizz starting to kick in. What was in this drink? It was strong. Too strong.

“Pervert. Always touching me, making fun of me. Maybe I will shoot you. Again.” you growl, turning your head away from him. You attempt to scoot away as well, but are met with a strong grip around your waist as you’re pulled into closer proximity with him. Sylus grabs your chin and lifts it towards his face. He leans down a bit, the smell of alcohol and his bourbon vanilla cologne making you feel even more dizzy.

“You can put your claws away now kitten. Don’t make me have to melt your little tantrum away” he coos, gently caressing your face with his thumb.

You stare at him, dumbfounded, desperately searching your sluggish brain for a comeback but finding yourself too flustered to form any words. The look in Sylus’s eyes shifts from a smug expression to a much softer, almost tender gaze, and you wonder what his next move will be. Your face starts to burn as you feel heat rising in your core, your heart pounding in your chest. Panic sets in as you consider the possibilities, your mind racing with the fear of what might come next.

Don’t tell me he’s going to…?!

"You're so...confusing" you mutter.

You’re just about to try and squirm from his grip, when Luke and Kieran tap on the table, catching yalls attention.

“Boss man, Val says he’s ready for ya” Luke says, nonchalantly ignoring the scene that’s displayed in front of him. Sylus releases your face, his face going serious again. He gets up, reaching out a hand to help you out of the booth.

“Time for business, sweetie”

You’re guided by the twins and Sylus past the sweaty bodies on the dance floor to a somewhat hidden room located downstairs. The area the stairs led to was blocked off by a singular rope, clearly only meant for a select crowd.

In the room there’s a long black table, cards and chips all over it. There’s a few prominent figures already seated, along with a few bodyguards standing near the door. Sylus pulls a seat out for you, before taking his own. You study the figure that’s sitting at the head of the table as you sit. He’s short, a bit chubby, dark hair, smoking a cigar. A scar sits angrily on his forehead and you wonder what kinda grudges led to such an injury. He notices you looking at him, and gives you a devilish grin. Some of his teeth are crooked or missing.

All that money and he can't fix his smile?

You shudder. Sylus looks over at you, and back to the man at the head of the table. He’s reading you, clearly sensing your nervousness. He says nothing, simply reaching a hand over to rest on your thigh.

“Was starting to think you were going to keep me waiting Sylus. Seems you didn’t run after all” he laughs, wheezing a bit as he takes another puff of his cigar. You wrinkle your nose a bit as the potent smell hits your senses.

“I couldn’t turn down a game of cards with my dear old friend” Sylus says, irritation coating the last word. “Let’s keep things civil this time, hm Valentino?”

Valentino bursts into laughter, clearly amused. Despite his laughter, you couldn’t ignore the murderous tension in the air. Something tells you this isn’t any regular game of cards. You gulp, trying to force yourself to look at everyone at the table and smile.

“Well hello little lady. Sylus, you didn’t tell me you kept such gorgeous company…” Val says, his eyes snaking all over your body. You feel Sylus squeeze your thigh, clearly irritated. He pulls out a coin from his coat pocket, seemingly trying to channel his frustrations into something else.

“You know I’m not really the type to share, Val. She’s all mine. Down to every single strand of hair”. Sylus ends, catching the coin and shooting a glare in the man’s direction. It was plain, but conveyed a message very well.

You feel your palms start to sweat. Was he being serious right now?? You side eye him, trying to piece out whether or not this was some kind of facade you’re supposed to play into. Valentino clearly takes Sylus’s words as a challenge.

“I’ll give you twenty million for her. Maybe fifty million if you make her give us a little strip show. What do ya say? She looks so soft. Probably makes cute noises too…~” he chuckles, likely enjoying the look of surprise that washes across your face.

Sylus remains quiet, his face unmoving, frozen in a pissed glare. You don’t know if it was the alcohol you drank earlier, or if it was some inkling of an attempt to dissipate the tension, but you clear your throat and begin to speak.

“Well Sylus? You can share can’t you? It’s quite the generous offer Mr. Valentino. I’m quite flattered actually.” you express, putting on your best smug look. Sylus stiffens, a somewhat shocked expression washing over him. Valentino erupts into yet another fit of laughter, seemingly unable to contain himself. Turning to look back at Sylus, you see it in his face briefly. An uncaged look of rage before it quickly dissipates.

Shit. Shouldn’t have said that.

Far too late to stop now though.

“You heard the lady Sylus. Why don’t you try sharing just this once? What I would give to taste that sweet little body of he-”

Sylus slams a revolver on the table, then calmly starts picking up cards from the deck.

"I'd suggest you stop talking and start playing the game, Mr. Valentino," Sylus snarls, his words dripping with venom. The fury in his voice is palpable, and it's clear he's reached the end of his patience.

You give Val a sly look, feigning pity. “Ah, sorry Valentino. Seems this one can’t quite let me go yet”. You don’t know what you were trying to achieve, but it’s certainly not working to dissipate any tension. Val doesn’t respond to you though, all his focus on Sylus now.

“My dear friend. You should know me by now. There’s something I’m much more interested in now than some money. Now I want the girl, or nothing”.

Valentino wears a shit eating grin on his face, soaking in the fact that he thinks he’s gained some control of the situation, unaffected by the gun on the table. Sylus simply sighs, rubbing his fingers against the temple of his forehead.

“I see where this is going then”.

You barely process what’s happening before everything and everyone starts moving. As soon as Sylus begins to stand, Valentinos guards start shooting. Sylus wastes no time flipping the large table, sending the cards and game chips flying everywhere. You yelp as he yanks you towards him using his body and the table to shield the oncoming attack of bullets. You hear Luke and Kieran joining in the frenzy, yelling obscenities as they begin shooting their own hidden weapons.

You swiftly reach for the weapon concealed beneath your dress, your fingers brushing against the cool metal as you draw it out. Turning to face Sylus, you ready yourself for his instructions, your body tense with anticipation. Instead of giving you orders, he locks eyes with you, his gaze piercing through you with an intensity that feels like it's reaching into your very soul. The silence is heavy, charged with unspoken tension as bullets whip past the both of you, and you can feel your heartbeat quicken in response.

“I need you alive for what’s coming sweetie. Pay attention, stay close”

You blink. Twice. Unable to process his words before he yanks you both up, one hand using his evol to send the table crashing into several bodyguards. The four of you fight your way through the onslaught of people coming into the door, before eventually dashing up the stairs. People are running in all directions, seemingly caught up in the chaos of everything. You all manage to make it out the door and into the brisk cold air, the twins quickly hopping into the car to whisk you away.

“Go on, I’ll catch up soon” Sylus states, hurriedly pushing you into the car and slamming the door before you could protest. He signals Kieran to drive off, and that he does.

“He’s…going to level the building. Isn’t he?” you sigh, sighing at the fact that Sylus seemed to conveniently forget that this was in fact not the lawless land of the N109 Zone. No doubt the Hunter’s Association would have to investigate for potential wanderer activity, and that would be a lot of paperwork.

"It's fine. He owned that place anyway. He'll just build another," Luke says, his voice calm and unbothered. Just as the words leave his mouth, a deafening boom erupts behind the car, shaking the ground beneath yall. The explosion's shockwave rattles the windows, and the sky lights up with a fiery glow, cutting off Luke's next sentence mid-breath.

You groan.

The twins did drive you to the N109 this time, swiftly helping you out the car and into Sylus’s private villa. When you entered the front door, a nightgown and lacy underwear were laid neatly out for you in his room, your arrival clearly anticipated.

It wasn’t more than an hour before Sylus waltzed in the front door, eyeing your slouching figure on the couch. You sit up as soon as you see him, still somewhat annoyed.

“What took you so damn long? Also do you have to level every building you come across?” you spat, glaring at him. He says nothing though, walking straight past you and into his room.

“Huh? Sylus?? What the hell…”

Not liking the feeling of being ignored, you hurriedly chased after him. You had never really been uncomfortable barging into his room. You had done it plenty of times at this point, the first time being when he had challenged you to steal the brooch from him. No point in being shy now. He’s fumbling with something in his drawer when you reach up to tap his shoulder.

“Sylus! Don’t ignore me, I know you ca-”

He swiftly turns around, grabbing your wrist before you can touch him. His gaze is unreadable, cold even. You start to sweat, trying to take your arm back. But he only squeezes tighter.

"I was hoping you'd leave me be so I could calm down. But of course you're as petulant as ever" he says.

"Let go! What's wrong with you!?" You attempt to remove his hand from your wrist but he doesn't budge.

“Go to the bed. Place your hands on it” he says, face unchanging.

“Huh??”

“I don’t like to repeat myself”.

You freeze for only a moment before quickly moving to the bed. You meticulously put your hands where instructed, something deep in your core telling you that it’s likely best to listen for now. However, you can’t help to look over your should to quip at Sylus. You’re slightly bent at an angle, trying your best to keep your balance.

“What’s this about? I’m not that upset that you reduced the building to rubble”

Sylus snakes his way behind you, quietly, as if thinking of what to say. He reaches out a hand, grabbing the ends of your nightgown and moving the soft fabric around in his fingers. You feel the heat rise to your face, the skin of your ass feeling a slight gush of cold air.

“You like playing games with me, don’t you? Testing me” he says coldly, fingers trailing up the back of your legs slowly. You shiver, attempting to squirm away. His evol appears around you, its tight grip making you cry out.

Oh. This was about that.

“Huh?? No, I was just playing along. Just friendly banter yknow?” you say, voice wavering. You’ve clearly pissed him off. A part of you knows it’s a slight lie. You didn’t want to admit it out loud but it was kind of amusing to see Sylus get so riled up over something. Over you especially. But you hadn’t exactly done it fully on purpose. It was the alcohol.

But you knew he wasn’t buying it, as observant as he was.

“Sure. You were just pretending to act like a stray kitten trying to find a new owner?” he smirks, his fingers beginning to trace circles over the cloth of your panties. You let out a small whine, his touch just barely grazing your already wet cunt.

“Owner? I don’t belong to you. Or anyone” you scoff, the resolve in your voice wavering with every little circle he completes on your skin. You almost whine in disappointment when he pulls away.

“And yet…” Sylus trails off, leaving you with aching curiosity before you’re met with stinging pain on your ass. You cry out, unable to move with his evol still snaked around you. “You did exactly what I told you to do just now, wear the clothes I leave out for you, and practically melt everytime I even barely touch you”.

“Sylus?! What the hell was that…?!” you exclaim, trying your hardest to process his words and the situation at hand. He doesn’t respond, proceeding to gently caress the spot where he smacked you. The stinging pain gently eases away, and you feel yourself relaxing with his touch once again. He once again trails his fingers down to your clothed pussy, rubbing slow and meticulous circles around it. You start to whine, attempting to push yourself into his fingers for more friction. He pulls his hand away, making a disapproving sigh.

“Acting like you’re in heat per usual” he chuckles, watching as you wiggle around under the grip of his evol. “This is a punishment”.

“For what? Cause I let some sick and ugly looking crime boss think he had a chance with me?”

Sylus wastes no time bringing his hand to your ass again, earning another painful whine out of you. You feel tears forming in your eyes that you can’t wipe away. He’s certainly not holding back his strength, and yet you know this isn’t even a third of the force he could use on you.

“For entertaining him” he says plainly.

Another smack.

“Another for stupidly handing over your life, body and soul for a measly twenty million”

An even harder hit, this one fueled by rage.

“And lastly…”

You nearly choke as he delivers the final blow, your ass definitely bruising by now. Sylus offers no comfort this time, instead leaning down next to your crying face, breath hot against your ear.

“For forgetting that you belong to me, just as much as I belong to you. Kindred spirits remember?”

You have no chance to respond before he’s flipping you on your back, your nightgown flying up to reveal your wet panties.

“I-im sorry, Sy” you choke, tears blurring your vision.

“Show me then, sweetie. Spread your legs. Wide” he instructs, reaching up to brush your tears away. This isn’t done lovingly, more like calculated and cold.

This is far from over.

You silently but shakingly open your legs, your ass still painfully aching from his assault. You’re surprised when he doesn’t rip your underwear in two, choosing to rather peel them off your legs slowly. You notice the hunger in his eyes as he does so, as if savoring the view of your cunt at his fingertips. A small drop of arousal pools down your ass, and Sylus scoops it up with one finger.

You watch as he puts his finger in his mouth, savoring the drop of you with swiftness. His piercing gaze never leaves yours though, and you want to suddenly run away and hide. This is beyond thrilling, but you try your best to remain as still as possible, scared that he’ll think you’re enjoying it too much and punish you accordingly.

You suddenly can’t take the tension anymore, and close your eyes. You hear the sound of Sylus removing his belt from its loops, then the loud clang as it hits the floor. You feel the bed shift as he lowers himself over you, his face stopping just inches over yours, indicated by the sudden feel and warmth of his breath. He grabs your face in his hand and squeezes your jaw. Hard.

“Look at me kitten” he commands, his tone filled with unkempt rage and anger. Your eyes fly open, terrified.

“I’m the only one that will ever taste you. Repeat it” he says. Before you can get a word out, he’s pushing the fat tip of his cock in your entrance. You cry out in agony, nowhere near ready to have been penetrated. But he doesn’t stop filling you.

“Repeat it. Or I’ll hit you again. Do you want that?”

“You’re t-the…ah!” you whine, his cock halfway inside you at this point. Your poor cunt feels like it’s being impaled, splitting pain soaring through your core.

“Try again”

You let out a whimper, trying your best to push through the pain and put thoughts into words.

“You’re the oh-only one that gets to taste me” you choke out, voice wavering and your eyes teary. Sylus gives a hard thrust, pushing the rest of his length inside you. You cry out again, feeling like you’re on the verge of passing out. Sylus seems unmoved by your outbursts though.

“And?”

You stare at him, barely able to see his face through the tears. What? What does he mean and? He didn’t say anything else did he?

“Hu-what?”

You hear him sigh with disapproval, giving you yet another hard thrust. And another. And another. You’re clinging onto his back now, nails digging into his skin as the sound of the bed creaking and your pants fill the room. Blood has probably been drawn on his back, not that he’d even notice. You can hear him grunting in your ear, clearly enjoying the feeling of you tightening around him when you tense from the pain. Although it still hurts, you can feel yourself accumulating to the shape and size of his length, and the pain lessons a bit more with each thrust. He stops once again, tilting your face in his grip.

“What did I say you forgot? Or is this kitten filled with too much cock to think straight now?” he mocks. You can hear the smile on his face despite not being able to see him clearly. Heat creeps up on your cheeks as you wrack your brain for answers.

“I-you…we’re kindred spirits?”

“Before that sweetie”

You blink the tears on your face away, your vision becoming a bit more clear. Although he’s still gazing down at you, his expression is not as angry as before. Seems he’s gotten a bit of his pent up anger out now.

“I belong to you, Sylus” you say, voice small and whiny from crying. That’s definitely what he wanted to hear, as he began to pepper kisses on your neck, on your cheek, and eventually resting on your lips. You greedily return his affection, leaning into this feverish kiss, the both of you only periodically stopping to pant for air between kisses. He stops, resting his forehead with yours, gazing into your eyes once more.

“And I belong to you. What’s mine is yours. All of it”

You don’t get a chance to respond before he’s thrusting again, this time with a continuous and steady pace. You cling onto him, the exchange of flowery words and rigorous thrusting already bringing you on the verge of ecstasy. Sylus already noticed long before you did though, as he brought his hand between the two of you, circling your clit further your stimulation.

“Go ahead, come undone for me” he whispers, voice strained for nearly being at his end too. Your body obeys, unraveling and writhing with pleasure as Sylus continues to pound into you. You ride your orgasm to its end, till the touching of your clit becomes too much and you whine from overstimulation.

“Sylus…!” you moan, and he stops, already at the start of his own climax. You shudder as you feel him spill into you, his seed immediately beginning to pool down your cunt and to your ass. He pulls his heavy cock out of you, a feeling of emptiness taking its place. For a moment nothing is said, just the sound of the both of you catching your breath.

You decide to break the silence.

“Sylus…I’m really sorry” you start, looking up at him. He simply chuckles, placing a kiss on your cheek before getting up to grab a rag from the bathroom.

“You’ve taken your punishment quite well, why are you apologizing again sweetie?” he says from the bathroom, coming back to wipe you clean. You scoff, slightly tensing from the coldness of the cloth.

“Hmph. Fine, I take it back then. I’m holding a grudge anyways for how hard you hit me”

He simply sighs as he finishes wiping you up. “Back with the infamous wit already? Can’t a man catch a break?”

You sit up, feeling emboldened once more.

“Nope. Maybe don’t hit me with the strength of a thousand suns next time and we’ll see”

Sylus tosses the rag in a laundry basket, making his way back to your side. He pulls you into his arms, embracing you in his warmth. You can’t help but smile against his chest.

“Well, good thing I have all night to make it up to you”

You lightly pinch his side, giggling into his embrace. A question crosses your mind.

"Did you mean it Sylus? We belong to each other?"

Sylus took your face in his hand, giving you a slight smile.

"I don't say stuff I don't mean. You know this"

But he continues to torture you, letting you up just long enough to gasp for air. But all you can do is try to cough up the water gurgling in your chest before you’re forced back under.

Ironically your life doesn’t flash before your eyes like the stories said. His face does though, and his voice as he told you about his own experience with this torture.

“The story of opposites,” he had told you one night as you laid next to him, bare skin against his own. “There’s peace in water…like it’s holding you. Whispering in low tones to let it in…”

How wrong he was. Yet another thing he lied to you about. Another thing you find yourself hating him for as your life slips through your hands like sand through an hourglass.

It burns. Your lungs feel like they are going to explode. blood runs cold in your veins until you can’t feel your fingers or the way they fall limp around the enforcers arm. Your mouth tastes of metal and oil and everything…hurts.

It’s not peaceful. And the only thing holding you are two firm hands on your shoulders.

You actually start to welcome the darkness creeping in around you. Anything would be better than the agony gripping your chest. Your hands slip back into the water, all the fight seeping away from you as the last of the air, bubbles from your lungs and you’re forced to inhale. You can feel unconsciousness closing in around you and your eyes slip closed just as the enforcers hands leave you.

He must think you’re dead already. But…why is he pulling you back up? Why do you feel the rushing of water against your face as you break the surface? Two arms wrapped securely under your armpits as they drag you from the depths. You can’t understand a thing the person is screaming at you, and if it weren’t for the fact that you were, you know…dying - you might scream at them for prolonging your torture.

That is until you feel the solidness of the earth beneath your back, the dirt under your fingers as they twitch at your sides. Your savior…or who you are assuming is your savior hauls your body onto its side, and it’s like a switch is flipped. Water trickles from your lips until it all comes rushing up in a tidal wave, making your throat burn all over again as you expel the chemical laden water from your lungs.

The darkness starts to ebb away from the edges of your vision as you continue to gag and cough, fingers digging into the ground for purchase. Only when there’s nothing left do you register the hand on your back, and the body of an enforcer floating in the water in the distance.

You turn your head slowly, the action causing the headache blossoming in your temples to explode even more. The laugh that escapes your throat is raspy and broken as you take in the man sitting in the mud beside you. White shirt and dark vest wrinkled and soaked with water and what you assume is blood. Dark hair falls in disarray around his forehead, many of the locks plastered to his temples. His dual colored gaze never leaves yours as your laugh turns into broken sobs, your shoulders heaving as every cry sends searing pain through your chest.

Before you can protest, and surprisingly you don’t find yourself wanting too, two arms pull you into a solid chest. You want to fight him, your anger at him still bubbling just below the surface. But right now all you find yourself doing is wrapping your own arms around his torso as tears continue to fall down your cheeks.

“You lied,” your breath is but a broken whisper against his collarbone as you speak through your tears.

But Silco hears you. And for a moment he’s not sure if you’re referring to your past together or what just happened.

So he just holds you tighter, hoping that you can find it in you to forgive him.

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For some reason, you completely froze, the rush of anticipation coursing through you had you temporarily immobilized at the fact that your lover was going to pleasure you. At least, that’s what you thought. “Do not make me repeat myself, pet.” The chiding hint in his voice was not severe yet his orders were orders, no matter how they would be spoken. You knew better than to disobey them. Trapping your bottom lip between your teeth, the hammering in your chest should’ve been distracting, your heaving chest almost pained by the intense beating of your heart, excitement thrumming through your veins. Eyes locked on his calm and composed ones, you made a note to make a show out of what you were told to do, lifting up the hem of your skirt till the fabric covered your chest, the softness of your legs fully exposed while you hooked your fingers on the waistband of your panties, wiggling your hips on the wooden desk as you steadily slid it down your limbs till it was off and placed on his lap.

Yet, his eyes remained on yours, paying no mind to the fact that there were clear traces of desire on your panties, a testament to what you have been trying to express to him. But what mattered to him is what you did in that moment. “There you go, my love.” You drawled falteringly, an attempted coquettish smile drawn on your reddened lips, your legs spreading wide enough to give Silco a good look at your glistening core yet he was shaking his head, not needing to click his tongue for you to know that he was not satisfied, the disapproval clear in the quirk of his brows. “Tell me what you want me to do, Silco.” Your urgency was endearing, a blatant contrast to the calm composure of your lover. “Please.” “Place your foot right there.” He pointed at the spot where the back of your thighs kissed the wood beneath it, you followed his instructions to find yourself even more exposed to his eyes. Yet he wasn’t done yet. “Hands on the desk behind you and push your hips to the edge so I can get a better look at you.” Doing just as he said, the cold of the room felt on the warmth of your wet lips, your breath coming out in small huffs as Silco’s thin form advanced towards you, one hand on your thigh resting upon the desk and the other, hovering before your cunt. “Beautiful and soaked just for me. Isn’t that so, my pet?” His soft murmur of admiration wrapped with an inquiry that was nothing but a statement that the both of you knew was much too true for it to be anything but it. “Mhm…” That was all you could manage as you took a sharp breath in the moment you felt him touch you. Prying your slickened folds with deft fingers, Silco kept his eyes trained at the task at hand, gliding his index and middle finger between your lips, your breath grew shakier with each time he grazed your clit, only a wisp of pleasure that could be. The subtle jolt of your hips didn’t go unnoticed by him, deep hums of contemplation reverberated in his chest as he continued to taunt you, delving the tip of his digits teasingly inside your entrance, figuratively and literally keeping you on the edge, unknowing of when he’ll finally push them inside you. “I can see you having something to say. A penny for your thoughts, little one?” The wicked shape of his smile as he peered up at your stiffened form, the furrow between your brows an adorable telltale of your frustration. “I want your fingers inside me, Silco. Just fuck me, damn it.” You swallowed hard, practically glaring down at him, blaming him wholeheartedly for the pain you were in. There was no fault in that but as your words sank in, the intimidating tilt of his head as he awaited an evident continuation that you missed. “Please,

Silco. Please…” There it was. The magic word. That’s all you needed.  “Fuck me…” You moaned, finally feeling your breath rush out of your lungs, Silco’s fingers plunging into you so suddenly, knuckle deep yet not nearly as filled as you wanted to be yet it was better than nothing at all. His wrist turned to face the ceiling as he began to pump his digits with a maddeningly slow pace, his thumb finding purchase on your sensitive nub, rubbing on it in mindless shapes, the emergence of what you sought finally washing over you in small waves. “All in good time, little one.” Silco remained as cool as possible, yet he was avid in his offering to you, watching the clear effects of the surge of pleasure, how it spread through you as he paid closer attention to the little things he knew would bring you closer to tasting bliss. “Don’t move.” He commanded, his eyes glazing over you when his free hand gently caressed your inner thighs, sending exhilarating frissons over your heated skin. “Allow yourself to just feel it.” Increasing the pressure on your clit, drawing tight circles, clockwise and in the opposite direction, your eyes fluttered shut and head thrown back, pitiful moans spilling from your lips. Guiding you to your orgasm, he began to pump his fingers in you fast and slow, making sure to brush against your sweet spot every time, just enough to build you up but not enough to grant you release.

“I’m so c-close, Silco…” You breathed, biting down on your lower lip hard, almost sure that you would leave scratch on the wood beneath you from how hard you were straining. “Silco, please.” Your legs quaked, you were just trying to conjure up every drop of strength and resistance within you not to fuck yourself into his fingers and just end the painful throbbing that just wouldn’t subside.

“You’re doing so good for me.” He cooed slyly, the loving flair to his tone not registering in your mind as you were too far gone at the sound of his praise, at the sinful way his fingers scissored inside your fluttering walls, his thumb toying diligently with your clit would soon be your unravelling.

“So... So… good.” The pregnant pauses in his intonation only emphasized the praise laced in his words, making your toes curl as the tight, blazing coil in the deepest pit of you threatened, no… was about to finally snap. His name was a beseeching mewl on your lips, your back arching so beautifully as your insides spasmed erratically, Silco endeavouring to keep the waves coursing through you with steady pumps and swirls on your clit, your breath stuck in your throat as your entire body tightened, your thighs almost quivering shut from the intense rush assaulting your senses.

“Simply beautiful.” He hummed to himself, his words just a tad bit louder than a whisper yet not audible enough to fall on your ears. Silco, unable to ignore the pride swelling in his chest, relished the sight of you, disheveled and overridden by your desire for him. It was a delicacy that he could never get bored of. Slowly easing his fingers out of your dripping hole, he pushed himself up to his feet while his other hand remained on your thigh, his soothing caresses never ceasing, helping you calm down from the intensity of your high. Ahhh, he thought to himself. The way your pleading and hazy eyes looked up at him. You would be the absolute end of him.

“Open your mouth for me, my pet.” A wicked smile appeared on his face as you whimpered, relishing the way you bloomed in your weakness for him, the way your entire body burned with desire under his watchful and commanding yet loving gaze. A string of your slick connecting his index and middle finger, the pad of his fingertips placed on the tip of your tongue as he slowly slid them over your wet muscle, the tanginess of your desire seeping onto it until his thin digits reached the back of your tongue, your lips practically kissing his knuckles. “Suck.” A pitiful moan escaping you, his order absolute and disobeying him was never an option. Closing your mouth around his fingers, a smirk ghosted past his lips, feeling the wet curl of your tongue around his digits, the taste of your slick spreading through your mouth and down your throat as you began to suck slow yet hard, Silco feeling his fingers push deeper into the warm cave of your mouth with every suck. “Good things always come when you do exactly as I say. Wouldn’t you agree, pet?” He murmured, the decadence he felt in having you so subserviently ache for him dripping in the raspy velvet of his tone, your ministrations magnifying the ravenous longing within him and the straining ache he hid too well. “Isn’t it just lovely to be mine?” His husky whisper fanning over your cheek, his fingers slowly slipping out of your mouth yet you couldn’t to suck them to the tip. “Ah, ah-” Silco dismissed you, the corner of his thin lips upturned in a smile as he pulled his fingers out of your mouth, inching closer to you, your lips falling open to greet him into a kiss that never happened, making you whine in disappointment. Why was he so adamant on teasing you like this? “Always so impatient.” He chuckled playfully, licking the bit of slaver that dripped under your lip, barely nipping the lower ones before letting the soft flesh go. “Now, lay down on your back, dearest pet.” Bringing his fingers to his mouth, Silco’s tongue slid a little past his lips, the seductive allure of his mismatched eyes captivating you as you watched him lick the very fingers that had just been shoved in your mouth, then bringing the thumb, that had been very meticulously poised as the harbinger of your pleasure, to the tip of his tongue, rubbing what remained of your desire on it. “It seems that you’ve aroused my appetite.” An empty accusation when he had the full intention of ravishing you all along. And here you were, beaming in your wanton beauty as you looked up at him, wrapping your arms lovingly around his neck as he leaned down to capture your lips in a sinfully sweet kiss. Silco was much too inclined to join you in your lustful afterglow but not before pulling you back into the throes of passion with him.  “We’re not done here until I say we are.” The last words the dark roughness of his voice announced before you were entrapped in his wicked yet ever-loving possession.