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Vyn merely grinned as he stepped into her apartment, basket laden with various goodies on one hand, and his other hand buried in his coat pocket. “Oh?” He bent over to kiss Rosa on the cheek after closing the door behind him.

“Well, what if the delivery person is part of the package?” Vyn asked.

Rosa blinked. “Hm?”

The doctor went ahead and padded to the living room to deposit his basket onto the glass table, then faced her with an amiable smile; that very smile that could only mean whatever came next would be anything but innocuous.

“You’re up to something again, Vyn?” Rosa said as she followed him to the living room.

Vyn tipped his head to one side, still keeping the slightly unnerving smile on his face. “Oh. Whatever gave you that impression?”

Rosa reached out to cup his face with both hands, her thumbs lightly touching both corners of his lips. “This very smile,” she said. “It’s already conditioned me to expect something.”

“Ah,” Vyn let out a small chuckle. “Admittedly, I was not aware of it at first, until a colleague in the institute pointed it out. As it happens,” He traced Rosa’s lip with a forefinger. “…he told me that I tend to make this smile before I ‘owned’ someone in an argument, or took…something, usually from someone else…” his voice trailed off, his smile fading and transitioning into an expression that can only be described as voracious.

Rosa found herself unable to tear away from his hungry stare, even as his forefinger slipped through her lips, teasing her tongue with his fingertip.

With the same hand Vyn tipped her face upwards and guided her lips to his, replacing the finger with his tongue as their lips moved against each other in a deep kiss.

“For example,” he whispered as he briefly surfaced for air.

“…how I claimed you as mine,” Vyn breathed against her mouth, his hand combing her hair until he pressed her head even closer for yet another kiss, their tongues sliding in a slow dance.

An affirmation of his ownership over his Rosa.

“…before anyone else could.” Vyn planted small kisses on Rosa’s lips before he pulled away.

“Possessive, aren’t we?” Rosa sighed as she felt him pull away from their kiss.

“But of course. It is no different from how you own me,” Vyn said. “In fact,”

He finally pulled out his other hand that had been buried in his pocket the entire time, and held it out to her.

A wide strip of red silk was tied around his wrist, with the ends looped into a bow.

“Vyn?” Rosa looked at him, perplexed but amused. “Am I understanding this correctly? You are…offering yourself as a gift? Which is why,” she tentatively touched the silken ribbon bow. “You tied a gift bow around your wrist?”

Again, that maddening smile with the glittering amber-gold eyes. “What do you think?”

“This is the care package? You are the care package?” Rosa’s eyes widened slightly in incredulous glee.

“I am at your complete disposal, My Lady,” Vyn said, voice low and sultry. “Are you not going to unwrap this gift?”

Rosa sighed, a resigned smile on her face. “Honestly, Vyn, this is part of why I have fallen hard for you.” Her fingers tugged on both ends of ribbon, letting the red silken strip fall to the floor.

“You’re the type to stab your enemy in the heart before the battle has even started.”

Vyn grinned widely at her words.

But, instead of a hot and heavy romp over the bedsheets, Vyn found himself washing dishes by the sink.

He chuckled at himself as he squeezed dishwashing liquid onto a sponge and started working on one of the few plates that needed washing. “Well, I did say I am at your complete disposal.”

Rosa giggled behind him. “We would need those plates for the food you brought anyway.” She stood on tiptoe to plant a kiss on his cheek. “I’m sorry, but could you help me out this once?”

“Remind me to get you a dishwasher?” murmured Vyn as he rinsed the plate and set it on the drying rack, before moving on to the next plate.

“Nah. It takes up too much space,” Rosa said, embracing her lover from behind as he worked. “Not worth it if it’s just me here. I don’t need so many plates and dishes washed at any given time.”

“This chore still does take up valuable time, you know,” Vyn said as he turned on the tap. “When we could be…”

“Hmm?” Rosa tightened her arms around him, her breasts firmly pressed against his back.

To Vyn’s puzzlement, Rosa reached out to the tap, wetting her hands. Then, in one swift motion, she pulled out Vyn’s shirt, which was tucked in, out of his pants.

“Rosa?” Vyn inquired, “Whatever–ah!”

Her wet hands slipped underneath his shirt, her fingers slowly sliding upwards from his toned abdomen to his chest.

“Who said you can stop washing the dishes, Vyn?” Rosa whispered close to his ear, her wet palms lightly brushing over both his nipples. “Finish it quickly so we can move to the bedroom?”

Sharp intake of breath. “God, Rosa, when did you–” Vyn tossed his head back, his breath shuddering as he felt her fingers lightly pinch his hardened peaks underneath his shirt.

“Don’t drop the plate now,” Rosa grinned, pressing herself even closer against his back. “They’re not fancy like the dinnerware you have in your estate, but I would be sad if you broke any of them.”

Vyn took another deep breath, this time struggling to ground himself as Rosa’s hands tried to tease him into sensory overload. “As you wish, My Lady,” he said, biting his lower lip.

Thankfully there was only one plate left, but what could have been completed in less than a minute took exceedingly longer, with Rosa’s wet fingertips roaming all over Vyn’s bare skin underneath his shirt. Her tantalizing touches sent electric sensations to his nethers–and the crotch of his pants has tightened with his raging hard-on.

“Rosa, dear,” Vyn’s voice came out strangled as he finally managed to put the last plate onto the rack. “I love this reversal–oh, damn.”

One of her hands found its way to his groin, gently kneading at his erection. His breathing now came shallow and fast, his hands gripping the sink tightly until his knuckles went white.

“So this is your game? To supplement my surprise to you?” Vyn asked as his licked his lips, reveling in the newfound boldness of his lover, his beloved rose. “I rather like it.”

“You do?” Rosa asked, with a playful lilt to her voice. “I’m just picking up on your cues, is all.

"Yes. Well then, let us take it another notch, shall we?” Vyn said as he turned around to face his sweet tormentor.

On Rosa’s bed.

“Haha–ah–” Vyn tried his hardest to bite back a moan as Rosa dipped down to his collarbone smeared with chocolate ganache. The feel of her wet tongue slowly lapping up the chocolate off his skin slightly tickled him, yet at the same time felt so extremely erotic that he could feel his cock twitch every so often.

His hands were tied to his back with the same red silken ribbon he used to proffer himself to his rose.

Vyn was also fully naked, in contrast to Rosa who was still clothed.

“So this is why you like this kind of play so much,” Rosa murmured as she licked a stray smear of chocolate off her lips. “There’s something about licking and tasting that really gets you off, huh?”

“I only chalked it up to a slight oral fixation,” Vyn said, his voice heavy with arousal. “Rosa, please…”

“Yes, Vyn?”

“Lay your hands on me more,” Vyn whispered as he locked gazes with his lovely tormentor. “There are several ways to make use of me while I am subdued like this, should you be so creative.”

Rosa grinned. “So you noticed that I’m running out of ideas?”

“Not so much. You just need a bit of guidance.” Vyn stretched out languidly over her sheets, his bound hands pinned to his back making his body arch ever so slightly. “Like, for example.”

“Hmm?”

“Use my body as your dessert plate.”

Rosa felt wetness flood her panties as soon as she heard his suggestion.

“Wait here,” she murmured as she climbed off the bed. “I think I saw a nice dessert from the basket that you brought along.”

Vyn chuckled. “Oh, that. I never thought it would be eaten in this manner when I baked it, but…I suppose this is better.”

After a minute Rosa was back on the bed, with a small plate bearing a wedge of matcha white chocolate cake on hand.

“Well?” Vyn prompted her. “This plate is waiting to be used,” he purred.

He did not notice it at first, but Rosa was already a tad horny and could not think straight; wordlessly she grabbed the cake by the fistful and smeared it all over his pale, lithe torso.

The white chocolate royal icing had spread out in streaks all over his chest and stomach; the matcha cake crumbled over his body with some chunks spilling onto the sheets.

“Ah, darn. I made a mess of the bedsheets,” Rosa mumbled as she shimmied out of her panties, the rest of her clothes still on. “Vyn?”

“Yes, love?”

“Don’t move so much, or more cake crumbs may fall onto the bed.” Rosa straddled one of his lean, muscled thighs, the wetness of her sex apparent as it came contact with his cool skin.

Vyn hissed, spitting out a word in an unfamiliar tongue which could have been a swear word in his native language.

Then, “As you wish,” he gasped out as Rosa started grinding her slit against his thigh.

She planted her palms on his either side, bending down to lap and eat the cake off Vyn’s pale skin.

Rosa started with his upper chest, lapping at the white chocolate icing enough to reveal his beauty mark that lay just underneath his right collarbone. With the flat of her tongue she slowly traced the rest of his collarbone–and she was amply rewarded with Vyn writhing underneath her, his cock twitching against her stomach.

“You like it?” Rosa whispered sweetly as she kept on grinding onto his thigh. “This is my first time doing it, let me know if I’m boring you.”

Vyn let out a helpless laugh. “Rosa, dearest,” he said in between shallow breaths, “Either you are a cruel mistress, or you are ignorant of my erection that you are torturing me sweetly so.”

“Maybe both?” Rosa felt the telltale coils of impending pleasure creep into her loins as she kept on rubbing her sex against his thigh.

“Maybe so,” He breathed. “Ah–!”

Rosa was now on his nipple, eating a bit of cake and accidentally grazing his taut nub with her teeth. Apologetically she massaged the spot where she grazed him with her soft, wet tongue.

“Gods, Rosa, I want to fuck you now,” Vyn groaned. “Please…”

“Not yet. Not until I finish the cake.” Lick. “It is bad manners to leave food on the plate.”

Vyn swallowed, now finding himself tugging at his bonds that tied his hands to his back. If only he could untie it…

Rosa’s movements against his thigh now picked up speed; her own breathing becoming increasingly hot and heavy.

“Ah…I’m coming..! She cried, shuddering over Vyn as the throes of orgasm overtook her. As she came down from her orgasm Rosa fell headlong onto him and getting cake all over her clothes in the process. "Ah, shit.”

“Rosa, dear?”

“Yes?”

“Supposing you ruined your clothes, will you miss them, if I replace them with new ones?”

“Mm. Not really. Why do you ask?”

“Because.” Vyn moved his arms from underneath him, having managed to undo his bonds.

“I will take them off you now,” he growled.

In a few seconds Rosa found herself on her back, her cake-smeared doctor–maddened with delayed gratification gone far too long–bent over her as he violently ripped her clothes off.

“Vyn! What–” Rip. “No!” Rip. “Wait!”

“We will shop new clothes for you later,” Vyn hissed as he roughly pulled Rosa closer to him, urgently wrapping her thighs around his waist. “I just need to fuck you now. Thoroughly. Deservedly.”

Rosa knew she was fucked in several meanings of the word as soon as she saw in his lust-filled eyes how serious he was in fucking her silly.

Vyn had just finished loading Rosa’s bedsheets into her washing machine when she stepped out of the bath.

“Sorry for making you do the laundry,” Rosa said as she walked over to him, snaking her arms around his neck to plant a peck on his cheek.

“I do apologize for setting such a mood that ended up with ruined bedsheets and tattered clothes,” Vyn murmured with a lopsided grin. “Could you ever forg–oh gods, Rosa,” he gasped.

Rosa was once again all over him, this time pushing him against the now-running washing machine.

“I don’t know, Vyn,” she breathed as she grabbed his now-growing hard-on. “I guess there’s just so much pent-up stress that this care package needs to deal with.”