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In his own playground, the base he knows like the back of his hand, you wished to bicker with him. The rage he made you feel at any smart mouthed response, anything he said that made you feel like a fool, ignorant, or a little childish girl made you want to squeeze his neck. At the same time, it made you feel the heat between your legs sore at the small glint of amusement in his blood eyes. The sight of his dark clothes fitting his body perfectly made your thoughts run wild. His small smirks that only caused your arousal to grow stronger, his confidence that never faltered. The dominance he held over you at times that back you into the wall as his larger hand finds its ways clasped with yours never surprise you, not anymore.
The pet names that seem to keep you going, the rare praise he gives you. The games he plays to keep you on your toes. You hated him before, only trying to like him to get him to help you. Now look what it's done. It's as if you're drawn to him, a moth to a flame. But you have no clue if the flame will engulf you whole, or embrace you with its warm, trying to keep you alive for a little while longer before age kills you in the end. But for whatever reason you two may have, it was no lie that you both were drawn to each other.
The memory of playing pretend with him. The way his eyes trailed your body in the red dress during that auction where the stakes were him. The dance, the feeling of his strong body leading yours to follow his steps. It was a night that got you bothered, but even a little aroused at the man's behavior, though you'd never admit that.
And the passion of the two of you bickering was the charge to the flame as it erupts. He held the back of your head, kissing you, his tongue playing tag with yours as it felt the roof, sides and bottom of your mouth before giving your tongue attention. Once he pulled away, a sliver of saliva trailed from his tongue as he licked it away. He held your hips, pushing you against him.
“You make such pathetic, little noises,” He chuckled against your neck, his teeth grazing along your vulnerable, sensitive skin. “What a sight from an arrogant little kitten.”
His ashy hair ticking your face, your arms raised above your head, all because of him. You were getting annoyed at his behavior, but he knew how to push your buttons, how to mess with you, the right things to say followed with the right touch. A single touch managed to catch your off guard and for him to strike you. He knew you enjoyed it. It was hard to not get turned on by his teasing, the sound of his voice tickling your ear.
“Are you feeling good? My, you sure are making a mess of my pants.” He pushed your crotch against his thigh, causing a small gasp to leave your lips. “How wet. Have I really turned you on this much?”
He sliced your pants off, rubbing your thigh with slow, hard massages. He knew the right amount of pressure for your core to twitch in excitement, how high he could go to tease you, to leave you frustrated for more, for how you desperately wanted him to ease the desire deep inside. The gentleness of his fingers along your skin was not something you wanted. You needed him to touch the ache that he created. To take responsibility for the way he made you feel, but you knew well enough to know he did it on purpose. He knew the effect he had on you, and knew the moment to strike, to give you want you want in the worst way. He wanted you to beg .
“How adorable,” His finger grazed across your clit. “Frustrated with no release.”
You jolted at the sudden touch, letting out a moan with no stopping, telling him all what he wanted to hear. He did it again. Your back arched. He was playing you. His own little fiddle, playing whatever note by the pressure he used. He was an evil man. “How responsive. Now, tell me, what is it that you want from me? Is it my fingers,” He moved your underwear aside, seeing your wet pussy as you shivered at the foreign cold air. He licked his tongue, rubbing your clit in a circle with one. “Or my tongue?”
He laid you down on the chair, seeing you at his mercy made his cock twitch in excitement. The sight of his bulge in his pants caused you to gulp in anticipation for what is to come. He stood between your legs, cupping your breasts with both hands, rubbing your hardened nipples through your shirt. You bit your lip, letting out a desperate whine. “Use your words, darling, I can’t read your mind.”
You gasp out, “Need you- need you inside!”
“That’s not answering my question,” He moved his attention down to your glistening pussy, kissing your clit which made you moan.
“I-”
His tongue lapped around your clit. He hummed against it causing your thighs to tense, buckling underneath him. It seemed even he got impatient at your lack of response, but even so, he wanted to make a mess out of you even if you wished for his fingers. He ate you out. His tongue reached your delicious hole, invading with strength, gracefully teasing your walls. You instinctively grab for his hair, a tight grip as your moans relentlessly left your body.
“Sylus!” You gasped. You felt your first orgasm reach before he pushed his face away. Your juice dripped from his lips. “What-?”
He was assumed by your expression. The daze of pleasure mixed in with anger at your orgasm denial caused him to laugh. “What? Mad that you didn’t cum? Oh, don’t worry, you will.” He unzipped his pants, his cock in full view. Delicious full view for you to devour. “Such hunger in your eyes. You’ll get fed soon enough.” He rubbed the tip against you. “Scared? Don’t be. You can handle it.”
Your hole stretched for the incoming invasion. Your walls squeeze down, feeling the size of the object before ultimately filling your body with immense pleasure. You felt full, yet he was only halfway. You jolted, his tip against your womb. He wasn’t fully in.
“It seems I’m too big. Regardless, it only seems to boost my arousal.” He bit your ear. “Get used to it, darling. I’m not going to go easy on you.” He pulled his hips back, then thrusted, hitting your womb with passion.
“Oh-!” Your head goes back along with your eyes as he pounded into you, your body being engulfed by the chair. Your insides with perfectly sizing to his cock, as if you were made for each other. You gasped as his cock twitched inside. “Sylus-! Oh, god-!”
“You look so good beneath me, saying my name, all while my cock rests inside.” He bit your neck. “Being a mess all because of me, it gets me going, darling. Fuck-!” He hugged your body close, fucking you with lost rhythm as the two of you begin feeling the sense of release near.
“Sylus- I-”
“Cum for me. Let me hear it.” He goes harder. He felt your juices on his as he pulled out, cumming right on your stomach. “Y/N!” He stared down at you, catching his breath. He moved some strands of hair from your eyes. “You look so beautiful with my cum on you. So perfect. How you squirm under me, from my touch, and my touch alone. It fills me with delight.”
You catch your breath, and smirked, sliding off the chair and grabbing a hold of Sylus’ package. He groaned, chuckling down at you. “Feeling bold today, darling? I’m not complaining.”
You pump your hand, licking his tip as the other played with his balls. He gripped your hair, his head leaned up, his eyes (if open) stared at the ceiling. “How nice- of you to give me head. I’ll surely repay you next time- fuck- hm? Catching me off guard once I stopped retraining you, clever girl- damn-”
You hummed, causing him to groan in response. For a moment, you felt comfortable, at ease, taking the lead with a sense of pride before he started to move against you. He bopped your head, seeing you stare up at him made his cock twitch. “Such a good girl, wanting to please me? Hm? Finally letting away your brat side for today? Almost making me miss it.” He bit his lip. “Ready? Cause- fuck-” He came in your mouth, watching you swallow without any second the waste. He felt his face flush at the sight. Fuck, how sexy of her. He pulled out.
He cleaned her face. “Oh come, let’s clean up. As much as I would love to leave you like this, it would be hard for you to sleep comfortably, yes? A shower would be nice.”
He picked you up and brought you to the shower, making the water to your liking. He got into the shower behind you, pulling the curtains in place so they wouldn't get unnecessary water onto the floor. He helped soak your hair, getting his hand covered enough with soap, gently running his fingers through your hair, making sure the soap got good within your roots. That every strand was submerged with the soap. He moved your head back, letting the soap fall onto the floor with any dirt it may have taken it with it.
"Feel good? Having my fingers in your hair, making you feel nice and clean?" He smirked. He got the right amount of conditioner, repeating the process. "Don't fall asleep on me yet, sweetie. We wouldn't just want one of us clean, hm?" He smirked at your expression. "Oh, the look on your face is telling me that I'm too towering. How unfortunate."
He traded places, cleaning his own hair. The sight of his damp heart caused your heart to jump at his handsome, sexy appearance. He knew it too. The glint in his wine-colored eyes told you quite enough, even if he'd truly tell you out right himself. He made sure no hair was in his eyes, the water falling through his hair, splashing onto the ground. "Now, our bodies."
He got some body wash, covering your skin, his callous hands leaving your body in goosebumps. It was a pleasant feeling, soft against hard, a perfect balance of opposites. His hands grazing over your sensitive skin. How your body craved him. It felt like an addiction. The water from the shower head did not help, touching the same spots your body slowly wanted to be caressed.
"My turn. Will you do the honors?" He held out his body wash to you. "If you're too scared, or busy with something else, I don't mind."
"I can do it." You took the body wash, squeezing the soap onto your hands and rubbing his chest.
He hummed, satisfied. His eyes watching your every movement. He was enjoying this.
Soon enough, the shower was over, leaving the two rid of the mess of what you both created. He dried you off. "I'm sure you can wait, sweetie." He traced your jaw with his finger. "Let us rest."
He picked you up and laid you down on his bed. "No need for clothes, when we're so used to each other's nakedness, yes?" He climbed in next to you. "Close those eyes of yours. You need it."
And he was right. He wore you out. The second you closed them; you were out like a light. He smiled, putting a strand behind your head before closing his own. His body faced you as the night continued.