#mof!zayne

“I taught you better than that, didn’t I?” There’s a hint of scolding in the bass of his voice as it vibrates against your back, the warmth of his breath against your ear causing your eyes to drift closed. Never did you think you would make these pitiful sounds escaping you in soft pleas, but how can you help it? “Would you like me to stop?”

“No!” Your breath rushes out of you, whimpering and pathetic as his finger deftly slides over your clit, rolling it beneath the taunting digit and drawing a sharp breath from you. 

“You would do well to behave and follow my instructions then.” You’d do anything he said, hopelessly devoted to the Master of Fate. That’s how you find yourself in his lap, legs open, back to his chest and falling apart as he brings you so close to the edge only to stop when you disobey his command. “You’re not focused.”

The cool tingle of his power vibrates against your sensitive flesh and you gasp, tension stiffening your back and legs as your hips can’t decide whether to push towards or away from him. A strong hand presses against your belly, anchoring you to him and giving you less option to move either way. 

“Focus.” His voice rumbles by your ear, vibration of his power intensifying and drawing a lewd moan from you. Pleasure beats through your hips, your thighs, cool sensation layering. It’s borderline torture as each fruitless arch of your hips only makes you more aware of his stiff cock behind you. “Deep breath.”

You want to tell him to fuck himself but to his point, you’re too breathless to do so. He mimics the breath he wants you to take - inhale, exhale, kiss to the back of your neck. Inhale. Exhale. Kiss to the soft curve of your jaw. The frustration of him luring you so close to your orgasm each time only to snatch it away is evil, but you’re falling right back into the lull of him guiding you into focusing solely on him. Gentle whispers making you lose your focus on the pleasure blooming through your body, making your heart race as he praises you for giving into him.

“You’re doing so well…” He presses against you just enough to relieve the pressure from you nestled against his straining cock. “Always so good for me…”

You turn your face into his neck to muffle the moan that leaves you when his cool fingers slide into you, achingly slow and breaking your resolve all over again. Your vision spots as the slightest curl of his fingers sends you crashing over the edge. The thrum of his power at his fingertips mercilessly continues as you vibrate around his fingers, gripping around them. His low moan is nearly drowned out by the breathless pleas of his name on your lips, his arm around your waist holding you tightly against him. 

“Zayne…” You grasp his wrist gently and the sensation of his power ceases, however his fingers remain inside of you letting you know things are far from over.

“It would seem you need more training.” Zayne’s eyes catch yours as you lazily look up to him, breaths heavy as he leans down to brush his lips against your forehead. “Again."