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“I never imagined myself with a pet, to be honest.”
A whimper; the small smirk playing on his lips grows, but he only signs the page with a flourish, before flicking it aside carelessly to go onto the next one. “Street-animals were aplenty in my youth, but I could hardly bring home one of them. They were just as feral as the people, and only half as rabid. Not to mention I wanted for more practical things. A pet was not high on that list.”
Another whine, and Silco hushes you as a syllable of his name slips out. With both his voice, deceptively soft, and a small yank from his hand that breaks the high keen into a choked gasp for air, collar tight around your throat. “Easy there. Just because I never had a pet, doesn’t mean I don’t know how to punish one.”
The stern, dark glint that made the red glow fiercely fades after a moment, and he softens his grip on the leash, allowing your vision to flood back from the darkness that ebbed in the corners. Mouth dropping as you openly pant and gasp for air, you are quick to clamp your mouth shut as he grinds his thigh up from where you straddle him. Only once though - a reminder, as he gives a small jerk to the leash again.
“… Good girl. It’s more rewarding to be a good girl rather than a bitch.”
His open palm smacked against the bare-skin of your leg, leaving a faint-mark on skin and you to let out a low, whining moan at the flare of sharpness. You shivered under his touch as it slides up your bare-skin, fingers trailing past breasts without pausing, before they run over the dark leather at your neck.
Black with red lining, and gold coiling all around it in a familiar design, rather close in relation to Silco’s design. You sure he must be hard just at the sight of it coiled tight at your neck, but he only smirks, and presses it a bit deeper into your skin. Your mouth drops open as he shifts his leg expertly, grinding into you with just enough pressure to leave you moaning.
In a flash, his fingers hook beneath the leather, knuckles pressing into the delicate skin of your throat as he yanks you close, closing his mouth over yours with a growl. Teeth clash and clack together, and you wonder, briefly, if the abused state of your lips will made just as obvious as the bruising around your neck come morning.
Thoughts fade as Silco wraps the length of the leash around a fist, once, twice, and blackness leaks into your vision once more. Leaving you to gasp and suck greedily for breath from his own mouth. All the while he just keeps shifting and flexing his leg up into you, bringing you closer to orgasm, or unconsciousness with every action.
It shouldn’t be this hot. The fact that he even suggested a collar and leash should’ve mortified, or appalled you, at the gall at being asked to play lapdog, but fuck-
Playing lapdog for Silco was probably your new favorite role.
The world flooded back to you as he released your mouth and slackened the lead, enough for you to gasp as the string of saliva connecting you to him broke, while he panted in equal amounts of lust. You whimpered as the movements of his leg shifting between your soaking thighs stopped, and again he shushed you, the iconic red-iris in an orb of black burning a hole through you, even as he broke the illusion. Thumb gentle as he rubbed slowly at a nearly-bleeding lip, almost broken under the assault of his teeth
“…Be a good girl for me, now.” He murmured as you finally caught your breath, whimpering as you dug your nails into his shoulders for purchase with hips rocking needingly against him. “I have my own work to do. You can finish yourself off yours without my assistance…” Almost whining at the absence of his hand as he reached back for his stack of papers, until he words hit your half-choked out mind, and you begin to rut against his thigh with quickening-purpose even as he growled out almost chidingly:
“Just keep in mind that you’ll be licking up any mess you make. Like a good pet.”