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After two months of dating Marius von Hagen, you were still unaccustomed to attending high-class social gatherings. You had been set on staying home that night, but after weeks of his begging, you finally agreed to go. Of course, when Marius found out that a certain dress had caught your eye, he simply handed you his black card and told you to buy whatever your heart desired. You settled on a low-cut corset-style dress with a front slit, the lower half of the garment exposing most of your thigh. Your appearance that night gave you a boost of confidence, giving you the air of a woman of considerable stature and prominence. Still, these fancy parties were too noisy, too full of camera flashes for your liking. At least Marius would be by your side the entire night.
Or so you thought.
As soon as you entered the building, Marius was pulled aside by all sorts of powerful figures, asking him questions about his family and future business partnerships. You decided to stand by the wine table, taking sips of the sickeningly sweet liquid and grimacing. You should have just stayed at home, you thought, swirling your glass of ridiculously expensive wine.
You looked over at Marius, this time talking to an elderly man. Your boyfriend was gorgeous, more so than usual. He turned around and met your gaze, a small smirk crawling over his lips. Tonight's formal wear accentuated his broad shoulders and tall, athletic build. Your cheeks grew warm as he winked at you, making your face turn a bright red.
Your feelings of curiosity dissipated when a young woman suddenly joined the conversation. Admittedly, she was very pretty. Her dress alone must have cost thousands. Female attention wasn’t too shocking, considering Marius’ title of the Most Wanted Bachelor in Stellis, but you couldn’t help but feel a pang of sadness. It was obvious that his family had wanted him to be with the daughter of a wealthy family. You turned away and eyed a bottle of wine, but a gloved hand grabbed it before you could.
You heard a man's voice from above you, deep and resonant. “Please, allow me.”
You looked up at the stranger speaking to you and were met with a tall, well-dressed man with silky black hair. You felt flustered as his intense eyes bore into yours, their deep amber color reminding you of honey.
“Of course.” you replied, awkwardly holding your glass towards him, and the man poured you a drink as full as his own.
“I’ve attended many events hosted by Pax, but I don’t believe I’ve seen you before.”
“Me?” you replied bashfully. “I’m not one for fancy parties. I think they’re exhausting.”
“I see...sometimes, I can’t help but feel similarly.” The man looked you up and down for a moment, his lips curling into a smile. “Are you here with anyone?”
You took a tiny sip, feeling shy under his watchful eyes. “I’m only here because someone invited me, but, uh...they’re a little preoccupied right now.”
“I’d like to chat with you, if you don’t mind my company.”
The man raised his glass to yours in a toast and pulled you into a long conversation. He told you all about himself: he was the CEO of an overseas mineral business, as well as an avid wine connoisseur. He was unexpectedly chatty for someone who looked so serious, detailing his home country, friends, and past endeavors. The stories seemed a little too far-fetched to be true, but they were amusing nonetheless.
Little did you know, Marius had been sneaking glances at you every so often. You looked absolutely ethereal that night. He expected nothing less from his muse. Unfortunately for him, he wasn’t the only one that had taken notice of your beauty.
His features scrunched in confusion as he watched you smile and throw your head back in laughter. You were never this charmed by his own jokes. His were always met with a “Be quiet, Marius,” or an eye roll. He was even more bewildered by the person entertaining you. Marius had been acquainted with the older CEO through various business dealings, and to him, it was as if the man was a senior citizen stuck in a young man's body. How the hell was he, of all people, making you laugh like that?
It was unusual for him to feel jealous, especially to this extent. It was hard to feel inadequate compared to other men when you were heir to a multimillion-dollar enterprise, after all. Marius took pride in his status and good looks, but the man you were looking at wasn’t lacking in either of these departments. Perhaps it was because he remembered you mentioning that your previous partners were older men. Why did you have to gravitate towards the mature and sophisticated type?
At the end of the night, you thanked the stranger for keeping you company before making your way to Marius, who was standing by the door. Placing his coat over your shoulders, he pulled you close to him and began walking you back to his car. His handsome features had turned dark, his lips pursed together sharply. “I'm sorry, jiejie,” he mumbled. “Those old geezers wouldn’t leave me alone.”
“It's alright. Can we still go to the lookout?” you asked.
The scenic overlook of Stellis was one of your favorite places to talk and unwind. It was one of the few places you could be completely alone with Marius, without the intrusion of his assistants or random admirers. It was quiet and deserted this time of night, making it one of the perfect places to relax and look at the stars, among other things.
He nodded but didn’t say anything. Something seemed off about him. He was abnormally quiet, a departure from his usual talkative self. It was a little unnerving to witness. You watched him turn on the car and merge onto the highway, his face sullen.
“Baby, are you okay?” You watched his face intently for any change in expression. If anything, his violet eyes seemed duller than usual.
His lips slightly parted and closed as the suffocating atmosphere surrounded you. He looked as if he were in deep thought.
“I can tell when something’s bothering you. What happened?” Your hand reached out and lightly touched his arm. "Did they say anything to you?"
He shook his head, still looking like a kicked puppy.
“Are you mad at me?”
Marius sighed heavily, finally breaking his silence. “No, it’s not that.” He ran his fingers through his hair in exasperation, his eyes still on the road.
You furrowed your eyebrows and closed your eyes, rubbing your temples. Your destination was just a few minutes away now, and you wanted to get to the bottom of this. Not only was it irritating that he was acting like this, but he wouldn’t even tell you the reason behind it. “Then what is it?”
Nothing. You looked out the car window for a few minutes before trying again.
“Marius,” you repeated, raising your voice. “What’s gotten into you?”
He parked underneath a nearby tree and turned off the car engine, the radio still on. The pout on his face was illuminated by the moonlight and the colorful city lights from below.
“What was so funny back there?”
You blinked. “What are you talking about?”
“I saw you with him. That conversation must have been really entertaining,” he said quietly. He crossed his arms, though his annoyed disposition was undermined by the slight blush that had crept onto his face. “And...I didn’t like how he was checking you out.”
You looked at him incredulously. “Are you jealous that I was talking to someone?”
“It wasn’t just talking, that guy was obviously flirting with you.” Marius retorted. “He was practically undressing you with his eyes!”
“No he wasn't! You’re exaggerating,” you said, to which he rolled his eyes. “Well, how do you think I feel when you’re surrounded by rich women? Or when I see news headlines about how you’re sleeping with another heiress?”
“What?” His eyes widened in surprise. “Why would you bother reading those? Jiejie, I’ve told you a million times that those trashy journalists will write anything for clicks.”
“I know, I know. It’s just that I…ugh, stop being obtuse!” You were starting to get heated. “Men and women can have normal, platonic conversations. Maybe you don’t understand because you’re so young.”
Marius seemed genuinely bothered by that last part. There was a beat of silence that filled the vehicle. When he spoke again, his voice was lower than usual. “So, now my age is an issue?”
“Marius, you know that’s not what I meant,” you groaned.
“All of your exes are older. I’m just an annoying kid in your eyes, aren't I?”
You frowned. Did you adore him, even if he was the first younger man you’ve ever dated? Yes. Was he a little shit at times? God, yes. In the heat of the moment, you decided to say something you might come to regret.
“Yeah, you are. You’re a brat,” you snapped, emphasizing the last word.
Marius was silent, his expression hardening to a point where you couldn’t recognize the emotion on his face. Feelings of guilt quickly started to dawn on you. He could be a nuisance with incessant teasing at times — well, more often than that — but he was never malicious. Maybe you took it too far this time.
"Baby, I'm sorry. I shouldn’t h-“
His lips crashed against yours, cutting off your apology before you could even complete it. When he finally pulled away, you noticed an unfamiliar look in his eyes. Your entire body heated up so fast that you felt lightheaded.
“I wish you could only see me.” Marius grasped your chin with his thumb and forefinger and forced you to meet his gaze. “I don’t like when other men get so close to something that’s mine.” You could feel your face starting to warm up.
“Marius, I...”
“Those tabloids can say whatever they want. I don’t care about them or any of those women. You’re the only one for me.”
Before you could respond, his mouth captured yours again, this kiss more ravenous. His hands started caressing your shoulders, eventually wandering down to your breasts. He gave them a tight squeeze, making you gasp, before traveling further down and reaching the top of your bare thigh. He pulled away slowly, placing his lips next to your ear. “You knew what you were doing when you decided to wear this, didn’t you?”
His question had caught you off guard. You finally recognized the cocktail of emotions present on his face. Lust, jealousy, and pride. You started to stumble over your words. “What?! N-no, I just wanted to look pretty!”
Marius snorted and scanned your body. “I think you’d look even better with my cum all over your cute little face.”
You were stunned as he stared down at you hungrily. You had never seen him like this, and it stirred up an array of feelings within you. His eyes darted to the rear-view mirror, making sure that the coast was clear. After confirming that you were all alone, he unlocked the car doors with his left hand and turned to you with a burning gaze.
“Backseat. Now.”
The car windows were fogged to opaqueness. Your clothes had been haphazardly thrown across the car interior, the only thing on being the music still playing from the radio. Marius had you pinned down while his mouth latched onto the side of your neck, sucking roughly at your delicate skin. You were left a desperate, writhing mess, only being able to wriggle and moan from underneath him. This hadn’t been what you were expecting earlier, but it was definitely what you needed right now.
One of his hands snaked up your inner thighs, inching dangerously close to your pussy. The heat mounting in your core was becoming unbearable. You cried out in frustration.
“Marius....a-ah!”
Marius languidly ran a finger up and down your slick and clicked his tongue in disapproval. “Look at you, dripping wet. You want to make a mess all over my seats?” Despite his words, you could tell he wasn’t upset at you. If anything, he seemed amused by your reactions. “I'm not sure if I should I even be touching you. Did the fucking rock guy get you this excited, or was it me?”
Goosebumps rose all over your arms and back. You started to beg pathetically for him. “No, it was you! I only want you.”
He removed his hand, making you sob, and readjusted himself within the tight quarters of the car. “That sounds better. Tell me, jiejie, what else is going on in that pretty little head of yours?”
“Ngh, I...” you gasped.
“Use your words,” he demanded. “You can’t just whimper and expect me to understand.”
You whined. It was difficult to think straight with the lack of friction going on. In a moment of desperation, you tried rutting yourself against his thigh, which had been conveniently placed between your legs. He gripped your hips firmly, keeping you in place. “I'm waiting.”
“I...I love your cock and I need you so badly,” you pleaded. You could barely raise your head to look at him, but you knew his eyes were burning holes into you. Begging like this was something entirely new, and it was as humiliating as it was sensual.
But it was the truth. You had only seen glimpses into his dominant side when he was at work. There were times where he would become stern, or his voice would deepen in anger, usually when one of his employees was doing something behind his back. But outside of that environment, Marius had never been like this with you. You didn't mind seeing this side of him more often.
A sadistic grin appeared on his face as he pulled away from you and settled in the left passenger seat. “That's it? Well, since you’ve asked so nicely,” the man cooed. “You greedy girl.”
His teasing didn’t phase you. Without thinking, you crawled towards him and grabbed his cock, giving it a few strokes. “I want you. Only you...” you whispered, your eyes half-lidded and glazed with desire.
Your fingers brushed across his veins, playing with the wetness leaking from his tip. Marius loved that hungry look on your face. He watched you plant wet kisses right on the end of his cock, a thin string of precum following your lips. You were so cute with that look of anticipation and wanton lust on your face. His eyes slowly trailed over the light splatters of red and purple bruises peppering your neck and collarbones. You looked like a piece of art.
You pumped him a few times before taking him into your mouth, your cheeks hollowing out as you bobbed your head. Marius took the opportunity to grab a fistful of your hair, making a ponytail out of it. The taste of him was intoxicating. Blowjobs had never been this enjoyable for you in the past, but something about your boyfriend brought out something primal within you. You kept licking and sucking him as if you were in a trance.
He relished in the sight of your current state. You looked delectable, your mouth on his cock and ass in the air, cunt presented for fucking. His hand came down on your ass with a hard smack. “So warm and tight, just like your pussy,” he muttered, throwing his head back and groaning in pleasure.
Feeling generous, his fingers reached out and played with your pussy, playing with the slickness between your legs. You could feel yourself growing wetter at the look of pleasure on his face. A mewl fell from your mouth as you moved around, trying to grind against his hand. Any sensation was better than nothing.
"Don't be impatient."
Swat. Swat. You moaned at the sensation blooming on your skin, the mixture of pain and pleasure melding together into an indomitable force.
His cock began to twitch erratically, signaling that he was close to release. You pulled away from him, stroking him at a brisk pace, and positioned him in front of your lips. You stuck your tongue out, lightly teasing his slit. His fingernails dug into the car seat as he came with a strained moan, ropes of warm cum decorating your face. “You’re so fucking good for me,” he hissed.
When you peered up at him, sweat was beading at his temples. His dark hair was unkempt, some strands sticking to his forehead. Yet, he somehow had the nerve to smirk at your disheveled appearance. “Wasn't I right? You look so beautiful like this.”
Marius swiped the streaks of cum that had fallen on your cheeks and chin and brought it into your mouth. You nodded and held his wrist, cleaning his slender fingers. Gone were the traces of the girl that would roll her eyes and talk back to him.
Subservience looked so good on you.
He pressed a kiss against your lips, tasting his own juices in the process, and motioned behind you. “On your back.”
You shivered at the feeling of the cold leather interior against your warm skin. Marius situated himself in front of your pussy, bringing your legs over his shoulders. His hands smoothed up and down your body, finally ending up on both sides of your heat. You squirmed uncomfortably at the position. “Hey, wait! What are you doing?”
He froze suddenly and raised an eyebrow to you. “Has anyone ever done this to you before?” You slowly shook your head, embarrassed. A lot of men were selfish in bed, after all. He chuckled wryly, pressing a kiss to your thigh before inching closer to you. “Jiejie, I think you've been needing a little brat to take care of you," he said before burying his face in you.
Marius licked long, slow stripes from bottom to top, his tongue lingering on your clit after each stroke. He traced little circles on the swollen nub, making your hips jerk up instinctively.
He pulled away and bit your inner thigh. “Don’t hold back,” he whispered, slipping his fingers inside of you. You could’ve swore you heard a hint of self-satisfaction in his voice. He dove back in and pressed a wet, open-mouthed kiss to your bud before wrapping his lips around it. You cried out in pleasure, your hands searching for his midnight blue locks. You tangled your fingers in his roots and pulled him closer, writhing at the foreign sensation. His movements quickly became more aggressive, sucking and eating you out like a man starved while his fingers curled within you. You bucked your hips against his face, feeling pressure growing in the pit of your stomach. He savored your taste, feeling himself growing hard again.
Marius could tell you were close by the shaking of your thighs and tightening of your muscles. If not for your self-restraint, you would’ve turned into a babbling, incoherent mess. He hummed contentedly against you, his fingers still unrelenting. That was all it took to bring you over the edge. You rode his face through your orgasm, currents of pleasure emanating from your core.
The violet-eyed man rose from between your thighs and pressed his forehead against yours. “Do you think he can fuck you like I can?” You snapped out of your erotic stupor and shook your head, earning a smirk from him. “No? Of course not.”
Marius slid his cock up and down your wet cunt, rubbing it against your clit. With a bit of pressure, he buried himself deep inside of you, a soft grunt escaping his lips. You couldn't help but gasp as he bottomed out. His thrusts quickly became harsh, hitting an especially sensitive bundle of nerves. You wanted to cry out from the overstimulation. He captured your mouth with his as he gripped your waist, pounding away at you at an increasingly greedy pace. You loved the feeling of being fucked, the feeling of him manhandling you. Marius was so all-consuming when he needed to be.
He alternated between praising you and whispering degrading things in your ear. Obscene sounds, the sound of skin slapping against skin, of moans and grunts of passion, echoed throughout his car. To him, your body felt like pure bliss. It was as if you were sucking him in, trying to squeeze every last drop of cum from him. Marius knew he was nearing his high, his movements becoming more erratic as you twitched and clenched down on his cock.
“Fuck, where do you want me to cum?”
Good thing you were on birth control, because there was no way you were letting him pull out. “Inside,” you whined. “Cum inside me.”
“It’s all yours,” he purred in your ear, chasing his orgasm. “Don’t waste a drop.”
The sensation proved to be too much. Within seconds, you let out a muffled scream as you convulsed around him. Your mind went blank, every thought in your head dissolving before disappearing from your mind altogether. Not long after, he came with a growl, painting your insides white with his seed. Your tired legs wrapped around him as he tried to pull out.
“Let’s just stay like this for a while,” you panted.
Marius pressed a soft kiss against your forehead and pulled you into him. You laid there for a few minutes until you heard his voice again, this time softer. “Was I too much?” he asked. You shook your head and he gently smoothed your hair. He seemed embarrassed, a faint blush coloring his cheekbones. “I’m sorry, jiejie. I shouldn't have gotten jealous. I'll try to control it, okay?”
“Don’t,” you hummed, nuzzling into him. It was difficult not to melt into his soft touch. At times like these, you felt like you were the only thing in the world that mattered to him. “In fact, maybe you should do it more often.”
He laughed, seemingly returning to his usual self, and flicked your forehead. “Be careful what you wish for, it must just come true.”