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Byakuya Kuchiki is a prideful man.
He does not bend the knee to many. Most of the captains and lieutenants don't tend to look forward to meetings with him; when he does add his input, the tone is something close to disdain, as if the mere suggestion of someone beneath him speaking to him were the most vile thing he could think of.
But not you. Never you.
No, you are the only person Byakuya would ever do this for.
"Have you been a good slut for me?"
The comment forces Byakuya to jerk his hips in the air involuntarily. His hands are tied behind his back, rendering him helpless to your teasing. And you...you fill in the role of the dominant persona in the room so easily it was like you'd been born for just this.
You can't help but coo at him gently, sliding a finger underneath his chin to force him to look at you. "My pretty little captain, ready to do whatever I command," you say to him, your voice like velvet. You almost catch his eyes threatening to roll into the back of his head. "You're so easy. I can't imagine how the lieutenants would feel, seeing their powerful captain on his knees for me. Ready to take me like a good whore."
It's been a good forty-five minutes of you teasing him; you can’t help it. He’d been ignoring you for missions lately, and you’d been feeling the abandonment much harder than you normally would. You know he values his work very highly, but it would be nice if he was able to pay attention to you as well during it. Call it punishment. Divine punishment.
You can see his muscles taught, straining against the restraints, his jawline set so tightly that he could be grinding his teeth. You've pulled him like a string, so tight and straight that a mere touch would make him fall apart all over you.
You see, Byakuya enjoys this. Loves it, even. There's something about being able to relax around you, to let you take the lead, to...for once, not be in charge of his own pleasure. Being used. Sure, he has his moments where he bends you over his desk in the barracks and teaches you who you belong to, but...lately, that road has become a two-way street.
And he can't help but feel the thrill pounding through his veins as you dangle your strap in front of him, his tongue darting out to lick the tip of the pretty forest-green toy.
“Yeah? You want it? Tell me how much you want it, Bya. Use your words, whore.”
He whines, eyes wide. “I need it, please, I need it so badly, need you to fuck me so badly,” he babbles. You smirk at him, stroking the strap in front of you. “If you want it so badly, come and take it, then, okay?” you coo at him, lightly slapping the strap on his cheek. He lets you, letting out an oof noise, before he begins to suckle on the tip, just a little. Seeing his cheeks hollow out, taking you so nicely…it’s an incredible feeling, one you keep chasing whenever you’re with him.
You let out a low groan, watching his lips wrap themselves around your tip, grabbing a fistful of his long, silky black strands. "That's it, what a good cocksleeve you are," you say heavily, forcing yourself further into his mouth. You may not be able to feel his throat closing around you, but you can see it, and you can feel it as you reach down and wrap your hand around his throat; the contractions as he chokes on it, the tears that threaten to break through his lash line as he looks up at you like you hung the stars just for him. Seeing his drool crowd his mouth so much that it drips to the floor stirs something within you.
"So messy for me, slut. I should make you clean it up."
A choked noise falls from Byakuya's lips, and you can see the wet spot in his pants growing larger by the second. You can't help but grin at him, reveling in the way you make him bend to your every command. Your strap exits his mouth with a wet pop, his spit coating the sides of his mouth as you lean down and spread it around, a sneer tugging at your lips. His eyes are cloudy, dazed; he's teetering on the edge, his lips moving to try to form words.
You’ve got him right where you want him.
"P-Please...please let me cum, please..."
You pause for a moment. It would be much more exciting to edge him further, but today, you feel merciful. You tell him as such, of course, and the relief that floods his face almost sets your blood on fire.
"You've been such a good fucktoy today, Bya… suppose I'll let you cum, but only when I tell you, okay? Can you do that for me?"
He nods enthusiastically then, not breaking eye contact with you for a moment as you push him back onto the bed, quickly removing his clothes and grabbing the lube from the side table. When you're working him open, lube dripping down your fingers as you scissor him, he can't help but cry out, tugging at the restraints that hold his hands behind his back. The noises only spur you on, and you can't help but lean down and lick a long stripe along his neck, tasting the tangy sweat that's beading up on his skin.
He cries out again as you brush against his prostate, and you can feel the electricity coursing through his veins as he shudders. His cock, free from his clothing, is dripping so much precum that it’s staining the sheets. It’s a sight that you wish you could take a picture of, to save for later; watching the most dignified of the captains be ruined by his partner so easily.
When you slide in, though, his noises become even more sinful. They’re high-pitched, whiny, tears staining his cheeks as skin slaps against skin, the only relief he’s able to get being the rutting motions he’s doing against the bed, helplessly trying to get himself off at the same time. You can’t help but lean down and brush your lips against the shell of his ear.
“Yeah? You like it when I use you like you’re just a hole for me?” you manage to groan out, your fingers tight on his hips. Your fingernails dig into his skin, and Byakuya can’t help but pant out a weak yes for you between the moans that fall from his lips. Sweat cakes his skin, dripping onto the bed, tarnishing the sheets even more than they already are. It’s a wonder no one has come in or complained about the noise yet, but you have a strong feeling that there’s some sort of barrier up around you.
Because, as much as Byakuya loves this, he can’t just allow himself to be taken so degradingly by his partner with the risk of having others catch him.
Your pace quickens then, your thighs tiring as you pull on his hair against. “Such a good slut for me, so good,” you mumble as you crush your lips to his, swallowing every moan that comes out of his mouth. You can hear him trying to beg to let him cum, his cock an angry red, and you can see his eyes rolling into the back of his head—
You stop your movement almost immediately, and Byakuya can’t help but let a pathetic whine out as he attempts to rut against you, needing more friction. But you don’t move; you let your strap fall out of him, and slam your palm directly on his pale ass. He yelps, then, twitching under your touch as you smooth your fingers against the angry red mark that’s already showing.
“What did I fucking tell you, whore? You only cum when I tell you, not before. You’re not the one in charge here,” you growl, and his eyes widen, his entire body shaking from being yanked away from his orgasm so quickly. “N-no, please,” he begs, more tears falling down his cheeks, as if he’s in pain, “please, I-I just need to cum, please let me cum—”
He gasps as you turn him over, presenting his pretty cock in front of you as you push his thighs up to give you more room. You align your strap with his entrance again, but you don’t move; instead, you choose to move your hips in a circular motion, teasing his hole but not moving inside. “I shouldn’t let you cum at all if you don’t follow the rules, Bya,” you chide, tutting and clicking your tongue, “you know good whores cum when they’re told, not before.”
The look of agony on his face is almost enough to get you to comply with him. He looks like he’d do anything, anything for a feeling of relief.
“I’m getting a little tired, so maybe you’ll get lucky,” you admit to him, and frankly, the expression on his face softening makes you feel a little soft, as well. You’ve played with him for plenty of time at this point; and there’s always more you can do with him later.
You hike up his legs, shoving your strap in all at once, slamming directly into his prostate.
Byakuya’s back arches off the bed, a hitched wail falling from his lips as you pick up your breakneck pace, panting as you watch his cock twitch on his stomach. “You gonna cum untouched, Bya? You gonna cum for me, you fucking whore?” you breathe, putting all of your energy into keeping your legs and hips steady as you ram into him. He lets out another wail, nodding so hard it looks like his head could fall off his neck. “Y-Yes, yes! P-Promise I’ll cum for you,” he responds shakily, and you give him a wide grin, shoving your strap the deepest it can possibly go, the shaft disappearing all the way in.
“Cum for me, cockslut.”
He cums with a screeching noise almost immediately. Thick, hot ropes of cum decorate his stomach and chest, some shooting as far up as to reach his neck and chin. His eyes are white, rolled all the way into the back of his head, his entire body shaking and trembling as you help him ride through his release, your pace slowing as you pant.
Your strap slides out easily, his hole squeezing around nothing for a moment as his legs fall onto the mattress. He lays there, eyes closed, his chest rising and falling heavily like he’d just finished with a sparring session. You’re half-tempted to make him clean himself up, but as far as you go with degrading and being on top, you do have a soft spot for him as you clean his chest, placing a soft kiss on his lips.
“Was that good?”
He nods, slowly coming back to center as his eyes slide open, an expression of pure bliss softening his features. “Love, it was incredible as always,” he whispers to you, and you grin mischievously. His soft smile drops for a moment as he studies you. “What are you—”
You remove the strap, showing your engorged, neglected clit, letting the toy fall to the floor as you move your hips in a tantalizing circle. His gaze immediately moves to that, never breaking from it, his tongue darting out to lick his lips as you spread your own pussy lips for him, strings of arousal sticking to them like a spiderweb. Your hole is tight and wet, and when your fingers pull away, they’re practically soaked as you tap his lips, letting him taste you.
“Good whores get rewards.”