#l&d

He pushes you further down, forcing your ass higher, your face grinding into the mattress as he owns every inch of you.

"Look at you, leaking all over my dick already," he sneers, twisting a handful of your hair and pulling your head up until your back arches sharp. His teeth sink into your shoulder, not gentle, drawing a muffled cry that vibrates around the panties. He laughs, "Can't talk back now, can you? Good. That smart mouth of yours has caused enough trouble tonight. Taste how soaked you were all evening, thinking about making me jealous"

Another spank lands, harder this time, right where your ass meets your thigh. The pain shoots straight to your clit, making you buck against him. You nod as best you can, the panties soaking with your saliva, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes from the intensity, smearing your mascara. His free hand snakes around to your front, fingers finding your swollen clit and pinching it roughly. You cry out into the gag, as you sqiurm weakly.

He smirks for a second before he slams in harder, jolting you forward on the bed.. "That's right. Imagine him seeing you like this— panties crammed in your mouth, my cock buried balls-deep in your cunt. Caleb can't fuck you like this, tell me baby can he?."

You shake your head frantically in denial and feel the wetness dripping down your thighs, coating his balls as they smack against you. He suddenly flips you onto your back while yanking the panties out. Your mouth feels raw, lips swollen as he grabs your ankles, yanking your legs up and over his shoulders and thrusting back in with one savage push. "Look at me while I fuck you," he demands, eyes locked on yours. You can't look away, not with the way he's dominating every inch of you, his cock dragging along your walls, thick veins pulsing inside. "Say it. Tell me this pussy's mine." He smacks your clit again, harder, and you gasp, words tumbling out in a rush. "It's yours, Sylus—fuck, it's all yours!""

Sylus chuckles, the sound vibrating through his chest. "Good girl. But that's not enough. Tell me more. Tell me how you'd let him touch you if I wasn't around. Lie to me—I dare you. I want to hear the filthy thoughts in that head of yours while I stretch this pussy wide." He pulls out almost all the way, the tip of his cock teasing your entrance, slick with your juices, before slamming back in to the hilt. You cry out, back arching, and he grabs your chin, forcing you to look into his piercing eyes. "Spill it, baby. What would you do with him? Suck his cock? Let him bend you over like the brat you pretend to be?"

Your mind races."I… I'd… maybe let him kiss me," you whisper, knowing it'll set him off more, and it does.

"Let Caleb kiss you?" He scoffed "That limp-dicked friend of yours? He'd probably cum in his pants just from looking at these tits." Sylus's hand slides down to squeeze one breast roughly, thumb flicking the hardened nipple. "They bounce so nice when I fuck you. Bet Caleb's jerked off thinking about them, but he'll never know how they feel wrapped around my dick. You're mine, you hear me." "Mmmph... yours... Sylus... all yours..." you rasp out, voice hoarse and broken

He hooks your knees over his shoulders, folding you nearly in half, and plunges back in, the new angle letting him hit spots that make your toes curl. Your pussy grips him obscenely, juices squirting with every withdraw, and he pins your arms overhead with one hand, the other back on your throat, pressing just right to make your pulse hammer.

"Eyes up here, Sweetie," he demands, staring down with that feral glare, hips rolling deep before slamming fast. You lock eyes, lost in the intensity, body trembling under his control. He lets go of your arms to grab the belt from the nightstand—yours, thick leather—and loops it around your wrists quick, cuffing them to the headboard with a yank. The grasp of it holds you open, helpless, as he deliver a sharp slap to your inner thigh, then straight to your spread pussy, fingers teasing your sensitive nub. "Tied up like the teasing whore you are. You wanted this didn't you? Wanted me to lose control and remind you who owns this pussy. No escaping now you little brat."

His fingers assault your clit—pinching, slapping lightly, circling with brutal pressure—building you up fast, then denying with a cruel pause. You strain against the bonds, hips lifting for more, but he just smirks, leaning to bite your earlobe hard. "Beg properly, you filthy tease. Tell me how much you love pissing me off, how you crave the my dick."

"Fuck, Sylus, I'm sorry—I just… I wanted you like this. Jealous, rough. Fuck, Sylus, you're so deep—" The pressure builds, coiling tight, and you nod frantically, words spilling out.

You had known for a long time, he would not take your first time lightly. He knew what it meant to you, and the thought of finally giving yourself to him in the most intimate way you could, excited you way more then you yourself had anticipated. So having made up your mind you decided tonight would be the night. It would work out perfectly. Tonight he would receive an award from the hospital, commending his hard work of the past years, with significant overtime, and he had invited you to be his plus one to the ceremony. So, you had decided to wear his favorite light blue sundress, with cute little jasmine prints on it, with the prettiest blue lace lingerie you had ever laid your eyes upon.

You had bought it a couple weeks ago, in preparation for tonight, wanting to look your absolute best, when your eyes had spotted the set. It was a see through lace, with cute little flowers on it. It was out of your comfort zone, as it left little to the imagination, but imagining his reaction to seeing this had you softly squeezing your thighs together.

As you looked at everything you had prepared, you were sure, this was going to be a night to remember.

~~~

The ceremony had been grand, celebrating your boyfriend like he deserved, as they recognized all that he had invested into the hospital. The award was glass, in the shape of a crystal, with Zayne's name boldly written in the middle, with his accomplishments now etched into the material. A reminder for all he had done for not only the hospital, but the people he had saved.

Peoples chatter was loud as you had your arm hooked into your boyfriends while he was talking to a business partner. The lingerie set had become increasingly uncomfortable, chafing you a little every time you moved, making you shiver ever so slightly. Zayne however looked happy. Not to anyone else of course, his face betraying nothing of how he felt, but you could feel it, his slow and steady breathing. The way that he walked from business partner to business partner. He would never admit that being awarded for his efforts made him this happy of course. 'It's just a reward, it doesn't mean anything.' he would probably say. You knew better though.

After a couple hours of small talk and pretty smiles, the party had finally concluded, and when you made your way to home the clock already read 2AM. Luckily both of you had a day off tomorrow, or you might've chickened out all together. He softly laid the keys in their respective bowl in the hallway as he moved to take off your coat. The crisp summer air slowly turning a little chillier as it's making it's way for autumn.

"You looked lovely tonight my love." His deep yet soft spoken voice startled you out of your daydreaming, as you give him a smile.

"You looked quite ravishing yourself tonight doctor." A small chuckle left his lips as he moved to undo your shoes. You lift one leg as he undoes the strap to your heel, immediate relief flooding you as you sigh out. He obviously notices.

"Do they hurt?"

"Only a little, luckily I could lean on your arms most of the night, so my feet honestly didn't bother me too much." as you say that, you softly shake your foot back and forth, trying to shake the tension out.

"And here I thought you just really wanted my attention tonight." A giggle slipped out before you could stop it.

"I didn't mind seeing everybody fight for your attention knowing I get it without asking." He hums softly in acknowledgement, making his way back up after getting both of your shoes off, giving you a soft peck on the lips.

"Always my love, you will never have to ask." He moves to turn around, but before he could, you grab him by the wrist and cup one of his cheeks, softly laying your lips on his. Immediately he closes his eyes, reciprocating your efforts, as he cups one of your cheeks, mirroring you, softly moving his lips in tandem with yours. You sigh, as your body melts into his. You can feel him slowly grow against you as he breaks the kiss.

"We should stop here my love, it seems I'm having a harder time holding back then usual." He tries to move back, but you stop him, keeping him caged against you.

"Then don't..." Immediately you hear him hiss, his hazel green eyes boring holes into your own, searching for the source of your sudden comment.

"Don't tempt me my love." You shake your head and pull him back into a kiss, causing him to groan into your mouth as he pulls you impossibly close. Then slowly you feel his tongue licking your bottom lip, waiting, and you let him in.

The kiss is deep, dizzying you in it's intensity, leaving you almost breathless, but Zayne doesn't stop. His tongue exploring every part of your mouth. He softly bit your lip as he moved back, leaving you panting as you try to catch your breath. A small string of saliva still connected.

"Are you implying what I think you're implying?" His voice sounded hoarse, like he was struggling to even get the words out, as his chest heaved just as hard as yours was.

You hesitated for a bit, not sure how to put the right words together. His eyes searched yours, the longing, and raw want making you weak in the knees.

"I am." He let's out a breath you didn't even realize he was holding, and before you could process what was happening, Zayne had already picked you up bridal style. His lips find yours again, and you wrap your arms around his neck as he moves to the bedroom. His steps unhurried, as are his lips, as if giving you room to back out if you so desired.

But as he gently lays you down on the bed, you tug at his shirt, trying to get it off of him. He chuckles softly as he takes his time to remove it, and by God, if the sight didn't have you drooling. You were downright staring and you knew it. His chiseled abs highlighted by the soft streaks of moonlight seeping through the bedroom window. Before you could even think your hands moved to his chest, feeling his hard muscles and warm skin under your fingertips. You hear his breath hitch as he jolts softly at the contact.

"Are you sure?"

"Undress me Zayne." God he looked like he was going to fall apart. He has waited so sweetly, so patiently, and you could see his self control chipping. Slowly but surely.

He didn't waste another second as his fingers found the zipper of your dress, slowly pulling it down. Breathing labored, his eyes were lazer focused on your shoulder straps that were now hanging off of your shoulders. Then finally he took the straps and moved them down, revealing your lace bra, and you could hear his breath stuttering.

He steadily moved the rest of your dress down your body, eyes greedily drinking in every curve of your body, every roll and dip, the way you shiver softly at being exposed.

"You, my love, are the most beautiful thing I have ever had the privilege of laying my eyes on." His hands gripped your thigs lovingly, slowly making their way over your body, feeling you under his touch, fully, finally.

His cold hands are a stark contrast to your burning body, thighs squeezing softly to have any kind of friction, as a deep want coils in your stomach. Slowly he sinks to his knees, spreading your legs and your breath catches in your lungs, eyes widening as he looks at your pantie clad pussy. And then you feel it, his fingertip against your bundle of nerves and a whine escapes your throat when he starts making a steady circling motion.

"Is this okay?"

"Yes, please keep going." You sounds so breathy it surprised you he could even hear what you said. You cry out sharply when you feel the flat of his tongue lick at your clothed sex.

"Want to taste you love." Goosebumps prickle at your skin as his breath glides over your folds. Then finally he tugs your panties down, and when his mouth finds presses a soft kiss to your clit your back arches s you instinctively move your hands into his hair, earning a groan out of the black haired man.

His tongue worked you steadily, working in a rhythm that had you seeing stars.

"Oh God, please don't stop." That only spurred him on as he gave your clit a harsh suck causing you to arch your back once again. Your climax caught you off guard, heavy waves of pleasure invading all your senses, leaving you convulsing while his mouth never stopped working on you. His large hands had a firm grip on your hips as he moved you through your first orgasm of the night. After the ringing in your ears finally stopped, you opened your eyes, blinking away the stars as you slowly come to.

"I'm going to make you cum on my tongue at least 2 more times before even thinking of going further." And with like that, his mouth was on you again, fulfilling his promise to you.