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“I’m not gonna give you what you want until you drop your pride and say it.”
Damn this Toji. As the one who’s goons captured you after your failed assassination attempt and has you in this situation in the first place, he’s really going to make you beg for more… you can’t wait until you figure out the proper time to kill him and escape. For now though, he’s got to give you more. You need to use this man so badly for more.
Being a hunted assassin is a wild life, sexual actions is one of your vices that you love to use to forget your troubles. You’ve pretty much became addicted to that. So when he first placed his touches and kisses all over you after you first got captured, you gave yourself over to him so easily. When the teasing touches and kisses became too much, you silently begged him on the spot to fuck you with the way you bent over and pressed your ass against him.
Now because you couldn’t control how you responded to him back then and just had to feel how good his dick was, here you are again. Angrily staring at your captor who you hate but you can’t help but want him to please you. You need to be fucked by him again. So you do what he says and at least try to make it sound like you’re fully dropping your pride.
“Please, Toji. I need this again. I want…you.”
Gods, please let that be good enough.
you think this to yourself as you try to keep your gaze towards him as neutral as possible. It already looks dishonorable enough to beg an enemy of your clan for this.
He stares at you with a small grin while twirling a glass half full of ice and his favorite liquor. You peel your gaze away from his in annoyance as you notice his eyes scanning your body. After about a minute of letting him get a good look at you, you flinch at the sound of the glass firmly hitting the surface of the table in front of you both.
As you turn your attention back to him, you watch him as he rubs a finger over the scar at the corner of his mouth and seems to be thinking for a second. Then he stands up and slowly walks around the table and stands directly behind you. You don’t dare move.
You’ve learned over the years how to feel and describe someone’s presence. When it comes to Toji as he stands directly behind you with one hand gently gripping and massaging your neck, you don’t feel threatened. It’s like he’s barely even there for you to feel anything about him. He doesn’t feel intimidating or calming. It’s like he’s just…there.
Then, the gentle grip and massage on your neck becomes his whole hand wrapping around your throat and squeezing. Not enough to make you cough and choke though. Now is when you feel the full weight of his presence. Your hand moves up to his wrist to try pulling him off out of fear. You hear him chuckle at your futile attempt and then you feel his lips graze your ear while he speaks directly into it.
“There we go. I hope admitting that wasn’t too hard for you. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m gonna go ahead and make you really mean it the next time you say something like that to me. Okay?”
You don’t have time to respond before his hand’s grip quickly moves to the back of your neck then he harshly pushes you down so you’re bent over on the table. You breathe rapidly with a sense of excitement at the rough treatment, your cheek stinging from how fast it hit the table. He’s treating you how he did the last time he fucked you. Perfect.
His glass from earlier is within your line of sight and you watch as his other hand not holding you down by your neck slowly come into view and pick it up. You hear him take a few sips then place the glass back on the table. Then you feel him press and rub his bulge up against your ass before he speaks again.
“Forgive me. I’m getting a little excited here. You still like being used like a little toy that wants to be broken don’t you? It hasn’t been that long since the last time… but I figured I would ask before I start getting brutal.”
You take a minute to answer while you’re breathing heavily as you feel your libido rising out of control again. All it took was being rough just like you like it and you forget that this is an enemy all over again just like last time. You’re wiggling your hips against his movements and biting your lip, just wanting him to get on with using you.
You forget all about his question. He makes you flinch and squeal as he slaps your ass incredibly hard a few times then reminds you of his question with a firmer, more authoritative tone.
“I asked you if this is still how you like it. I know you have manners. Now, be a good little fucktoy and answer me.”
Gods, if you were in your right mind right now you’d want to fight. You’d want to use this opportunity while his guard is down to kill him and escape like you’ve been wanting. However, just like last time you’ve become mindless. The only thing on your mind being how you feel yourself throbbing and clenching around nothing as he keeps gently winding his hips into you as he holds you down. You respond to him with a dazed and sultry tone, your mind begging to be filled.
“I…I like…t-this. Please, don’t tease anymore. Please… I want-“
Before you could get the second sentence out, you feel your bottoms being harshly pulled down and then your underwear being ripped. You gasp in pleasure and your body spasms as you feel his fingers delicately and quickly rubbing you.
“That’s it, move your hips all around like a desperate little whore while I touch you. Aww, does my bitch like it when daddy gives this tight pussy attention? Yeah, I know you do. You can’t control those cute moans or all that movement you’re doing can you? You want this dick again? No fucking problem.”
Your legs shiver slightly as you crave the feeling of stimulation for a few seconds while he’s taking out his dick. When it’s out, you eagerly push your hips back onto him when you feel him starting to push into you. You moan loud as it fills and stretches you. He groans with deep seated pleasure and gives tiny thrusts to enjoy the grip of your walls when he knows he’s got it all inside you.
When it feels like you’ve both adjusted, he starts off fast and slamming roughly. The forgotten glass from earlier shifts all around and spills its liquid and ice everywhere from the force of his thrusts. Minutes of him slamming into your spot go by and your back has been arched and your ass has been shaking while he uses you. His voice comes out a few octaves deeper than usual, near breathless as he digs into you.
“Oh fuck yes, lay here and take this fucking dick. My new favorite toy deserves all the good poundings it wants just like this. This is what you wanted when you came in here, now you’re getting it you slut…and you can have it anytime you come crawling back to me and beg for it. I know you love begging for it. Let me hear you, now!”
Your mouth is hanging open and drooling all over the table and your hands claw to hold onto something, only to be met with the flat surface. You’re throwing your ass back onto him to meet his merciless movements as you quickly respond to him.
“Toji! Ahh Toji I need it!~ I need you to fuck me! I need it, I need it, I…need…it!”
He grins as he smacks your ass some more. He praises you for being such a good moaning mess under him.
“Oooh that’s my good fucking slut. Look at you behaving like a brainless bitch in heat. Ugh.. my balls are so full already. I know you feel them slapping against you. You want this come again? You want that? Huh?”
You manage to mumble a simple “y-yes…” as your eyes are rolling back while you clench around him and come hard. After you came you feel him begin to twitch and his thrusts lose rhythm. He’s moaning deeply and loudly while he gets close to his release.
“Mmm, did coming on me feel good? Yeah? Ooh I’m gonna come next. Ahh, fuck…fuck! Take my come! Ugh fuck there’s so much! Take it…deep for me…”
He tosses his head back and groans from deep within his throat as his come floods you. He fucks you through both of your orgasms, his excess come dripping from you as he keeps fucking. Eventually he stops overstimming you both, finally satisfied with how much he used you.
He pulls out and sighs while he catches his breath, and takes a moment to look at you doing the same. Your eyes are closed and you’re breathing evenly. You looked content. peaceful. He tucks himself away, planning on showering as soon as he finds a way to get you all cleaned up.
He looks to the glass he had, ready to pick it up and sip from it, chuckling to himself when he realizes how spilled most of the contents are. He snatches up the glass and drinks the contents of it that are left before he moves to pick you up off the table and lay you on a couch in the corner of the room. He starts fantasizing to himself about how when you want to ask him for sex next time, you could make the both of you come from a nice, slow ride on top of him. Damn, you’re so much fun for him to use.