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The room was dimmed with a sweet, rose scent covered by the silent dancers of light, swaying to the air, whispering seduction to the shadows. Tears of wax slid down like pearls, tracing passage of times.
Your soft hair hung flowy behind you as you were lying on your side on the bed, your head cradled against your hand while twirling a strand of your hair around your fingers with your free hand, your eyes fixated on your lover, Sabo.
Sabo was sitting in a love seat that was placed in front the bed, a book propped in his gloved hands with his legs crossed as he read a historical novel with his glasses. He loved history; he loved to unravel the raw reality like how he loved to unravel your body when he controlled you in bed.
Staring at him was never a bore to you. He was like a canvas of art that conquered the whole room, leaving only itself. With his navy blue button down, exposing a little of his firm pecs, sleeves that were rolled up to his elbows, few veins trailing along like braches of a tree spreading from its trunk, and black pants— gosh, he was clearly the definition of seductive.
He had always looked attractive to you, but there was something about the way he looked tonight, causing a flame of lust to burn behind your eyes as you were imagining all the dirty things you desired for him to make it come true for you. It made you lick your lips and bite them gently, your thighs rubbing slowly together, trying to find a sensation to relieve the heat that was forming in between your legs.
"Is there something that you want, doll?"
Sabo asked, without even looking at you. He knew you were admiring him the whole time, he could feel it even from miles away as if he was using his haki. His voice made you sit up gently on your calves, your knees sunk into the mattress and your hands fidgeting the hem of your silk, black laced chemise.
Your silence was your response to him as you were feeling shy at him suddenly catching you staring without even looking. He finally shifted his eyes from his book and caught your gaze, a blush crept up your cheeks. He put his book down on the coffee table next to him and pushed his glasses up to his blonde hair.
"Come here," he ordered, gesturing you to sit on his lap by patting it. You crawled off the bed and walked over to him like a child who knew what she did wrong and too embarrassed to admit it.
For a second, you only stood in front of him, the shyness was hugging you too tight— you couldn't even look at him.
He patted his thigh again, "I said— sit." His voice was dark and sharp, clearly wasn't in the mood to play around.
You sat, your legs straddling his lap and your hands resting onto his chest. You kept your gaze down as you were too fluttered to look at him.
"I'm sorry, Sir..." you murmured.
"Mmm? What are you sorry for?" He pushed your hair behind your ear, taking a good look at his true love.
"For interrupting you reading..." You slowly shifted your eyes to his, finally having the courage to fixated his vision.
"Oh no, no my baby, you would never interrupt me at all, but you've been staring at me since I started reading my book you know that, doll?" His voice was delicate as he spoke.
You slightly bit your lip and nodded.
He smiled, pinching your cheek fondly. "Good. So tell me, what were you thinking the whole time you were staring at me mm?" His hands were caressing your bare thighs as he waited for your confession.
Obviously you were too bashful to tell him that you had been imagining him railing the lust out of you until you beg him for mercy. So, you only kept quiet and let the strawberry tint paint your face, hoping he would use that as evidence instead for his analysis.
"There'll be a punishment if you don't answer, love," he warned, his hands slowly travelled to your ass, squeezing it tenderly. A soft whimper escaped your lips when he started squeezing harder, forcing you to speak. You felt the buldge in his pants were seeking for pleasure underneath your heated core.
"Mmhm Sabo..." you whimpered, hiding yourself in his neck and clutching his clothes. He palmed your clothed pussy with one hand, feeling the wetness that you had drenched from your dirty visualisations of him earlier. He smirked as he had discovered your alibi.
"Dirty little girl," he cooed, sliding his fingers into your panties, teasing your dripping slit that was aching for his cock. You let out a yelp when he yanked your head by your hair. "You're still getting punished for not talking."
And that was how you were going to witness your desire getting fulfilled by him.
He crashed his lips against yours, claiming the air right out from your lungs, his tongue pushing through—a forced command for you to open wide for him and you obeyed, accommodating him to swirl along with your tongue, causing you to moan in desperation as you were starving for him.
It was an aggresive collision of teeth, a mutual starvation so eager that mixed saliva slicked all over your and his chins. Your hands tangled in his blonde hair, diving him deeper into your mouth while he swallowed every moan that escaped your throat.
He held your thighs and got up from the loveseat, stepping away with you in his arms before lowering you to the floor without breaking the kiss, the amber‐toned oak wood cold against your skin.
You bucked your hips against his knee, trying to get some friction for your neglected cunt. A soft whine escaped your throat when he bit your bottom bruised lip sharply as he dropped his mouth down to seize your throat, carving hungry lovebites into your flesh.
Your hands blindly reached for the buttons of his shirt, desperate to strip him off to feel the heat of his body, but his gloved hand caught your wrists like an iron and pinned them above your head.
"Ah ah, patience doll," he husked, his warm breath brushed against your skin, making you skin crawl with goosebumps.
He reached for something behind his pocket with his free hand, a sound of metal clinking together. Before you could process the sound, Sabo flipped you to your stomach and brought your hands to your back. The fur handcuffs clicked shut around your wrists.
"Since you don't wanna use your mouth to speak," he said, his voice dropping into a cocky tone as he rolled you back onto your spine, "you don't get to use your hands to touch me."
You lay trapped beneath him, your legs parted wide with him sitting in between your knees. "Daddy, please..." you whimpered, giving him a pitiful look, hoping that would make him have some sympathy for you, but you knew he couldn't care less.
You could cry while begging and he still wouldn't give you any mercy, he loved torturing you in bed so much simply because watching you beg and desperate for him turned him on more, especially when you cry.
"Mmm what's that, baby?" he chuckled lowly, his fingers hooking into the waistband of your soaked panties, peeling them down your thighs and tossing them behind him. "I thought we were gonna play charades tonight, what changed?"
What a fucking tease he was. He knew you hated if you didn't get to touch him; it was your biggest pet peeve during sexual intimacy with your lover. Not getting to touch him was pure torture and unfairness. To you though, not to him.
He leaned over you, the cold leather of his hand sneaking its way beneath your satin nightgown to tease your nipples, pinching and twisting while locking his eyes with yours. The leather was cold against your skin, making your buds twice as sensitive and your eyes squeezed shut. You moaned in pleasure, your body squirming underneath him, eager to touch him, but you knew you couldn't.
"T-touch me... please." A raw shame washed over you as you confessed.
Sabo grinned at your concession, his hands still playing with your breasts, groping and teasing your nipples.
"Am I not touching you right now, doll? You gotta be more specific on what you want with daddy," he said, his playtime on your tits was getting harsher and harsher as he pinched and twisted your buds more aggresively than before, causing you to groan in pain.
"Argh! I want— I want your cock!— I want you inside me please, daddy!" you cried out, tears pooling in the corner of your eyes before they spilled into your hair, your lips trembling from enduring the affliction he gave you.
Satisfied with your confession, he pulled away. "Well, I can't say no to my baby, can I?" He removed his glasses from his hair, placing it onto the table behind him before unzipping his pants. His big, hard cock sprung out, throbbing and leaking with lust. You licked your lips at the sight of his heavy veins mapping around his length.
Sabo grabbed your hips and hauled you close to his member, your calves propped over his broad shoulders. He slid his cock across your puffy wet lips, coating his length with your natural lube.
"Always so wet for me, such a good girl," he growled softly, aligning his tip to your long awaited entrance.
You swallowed a gasp when he pushed himself in you, all in one smooth thrust, burying himself all the way to your cervix, your velvet walls stretching around him. He hadn't even started pumping, but you could already feel yourself too full of him being inside you.
"Aahmm... 's too much..." You bit your lips as you whimpered, your head rolling back against the floor.
"Is it?" he sniggered, his hips cocking slightly to dive deeper into your hole. "Wasn't this exactly what you begged for, doll? You gotta take it, like it or not."
Oh you would be lying to yourself if you said this didn't turn you on more, you just loved it whenever he bullied you like this.
He didn't even give your body a moment to adjust and unleashed his ruthless pace, thrusting inside your walls fiercely. His leather fingers dug deep into your plush thighs, rooting you to his pelvis while his balls slapped hard against your ass in each thrust.
Screams of pleasure and wet smacking sounds that came from his brutal thrusts inside your tight pocket bounced off the walls.
"It hu— hurts! Please slow— slow down! Daddy, please!" Tears were streaming like river as you wept uncontrollably, the feeling of him finally fucking you with his thick member was delightful, but the pain was overwhelming you.
The way you were crying made his cock twitch inside you; seeing you were getting tortured by him— it could make him cum right there and then. He enjoyed it. He was obsessed with it. He would even hurt your feelings intentionally just to see you cry and that would worsen his libido over you.
"You're taking me so well, princess. Such a good little girl for daddy." His prasing made your pussy clamp tight around him, forcing a ragged groan from his chest. His tip kissed your cervix from each ram he was giving, making your eyes turned white and orgasm reaching its end.
He could tell you were close from the way you were arching your back, but he pulled out completely.
Just when you were about to enter the gates to heaven.
Your orgasm immediately faded. The ecstasy that was rushing through your body shattered like glass, leaving you stranded and gasping for air, your hands clenching into a useless fists underneath you.
When you looked at your lover with your wet eyes, he had a mocking smirk plastered on his face. "Daddy I—" you sobbed, your chest heaving from exhaustion, and your body sticky with sweats.
You wanted to tell him you were close, but something told you he knew and that he was doing this on purpose.
"Mmm? Got something to say, doll?" he rasped, caressing your calves with his gloved hands and planting gentle kisses on them. The brash tone in his voice was slowly getting annoying as he kept on humiliating you, yet you savoured it.
Silence secured your voice, your lips pouting and shaking from sobbing by his bully. You slightly shook your head against the floor, your hands starting to get numb beneath your weight. It wasn't that you want him to stop, but you just wished he had some clemency for you, as your lover.
Sabo smiled, swiping his tongue slowly along the inside of his cheek before sliding his cock inside your wet tunnel again, sending a luscious prickle up your spine. His thrusts were slow and sensual this time, his hands propped on either side of you as he caged your frame. His chest dropped, pressing against yours, nuzzling himself into your neck. You hooked your legs around his waist, entwining his soul with yours like matching flames.
"I know you wanna cum, baby," he groaned, his thrusts were heavy and hot. "But, you gotta learn how to— fuck... you gotta learn how to use that filthy mouth of yours to ask for it." He pulled himself from your neck, just enough to lick your salty tears away from your face. "God, I love it when you're crying like this. It makes me wanna cum right now."
He collided his lips with yours, deeply and passionately kissing you it almost felt like an apology before he parted away. "But it wouldn't be so fun if I came too early would it?"
Your eyes fluttered as you looked at him with pure adoration, until they turned white when he set the pace into a rough, violent rhythm again.
It didn't take long since you were still sensitive from earlier, more than ready to let him suck the lust spirit out of you. Every plunge from him led you to the edge of the cliff, the pressure behind your navel knotted tightly, an iron fist gripping and pulling downward. It was decisively hypnotic that you were drunk into his seductions.
But then once again, the euphoria disappeared right before you were about to reach your peak.
The deprivation made you whimper, leaving your body to grieve at the only one thing that you couldn't reach. It wasn't what you wanted now, it was a need. Frustration flushed over you as the strong urge to orgasm was too strong to be forsaken.
You were too intoxicated in the world of pleasure that you didn't notice Sabo had your legs rested on his shoulders again, his chest rising up and down while he catch his breath.
It was all too much. Cruel. Overwhelming. The bullying, the edging, the rough thrusting. You couldn't help, but break down completely, weeping againts the wooden floor.
"Aww, what's wrong baby? Are you overwhelmed hmm?" he cooed, feathering your thighs, then trailed your calves with his tongue sensually while keeping eye contact with you.
"Daddy... please," you whined between sniffles, "I can't..."
"Can't what?" His voice was low, yet sirenic as he spoke, "How long do I have to torture you in order to get you to use that dirty mouth of yours, baby?" His tone was serious now, like something inside him was impatient and bitter.
"I wanna cum, please! Please let me cum, daddy I can't take it anymore— Just please..." You begged, the tears mixing with your sweat as they overflowed.
Sabo hovered back on top of you, his expression immediately softened into a pure satisfaction, kissing your dampened cheeks as he comforted you. "Now that's a good girl. I don't know why is it so hard for you to tell me what you want. You know daddy always takes care of you."
He planted an affectionate kiss on your lips, before locking his eyes with yours which glistened with tears like a diamond. "Right baby?"
You sniffled and gave him a small nod, your lips slightly pouting as it quivered. He smiled, wiping down the tears that were still flowing down your face, "Good." He gave another kiss on your lips before entering inside your drenched walls again.
His pace was steady, enough for you to feel comfortable this time. You wrapped your legs around his waist once again, securing him to make him hit deeper inside you. Sabo pulled your chemise all the way up to your chest, exposing your flushed, sweaty breasts.
With one hand, he pinched your nipple, twisting it like a dial ring, causing you to become overstimulated from the overwhelming sensations. His cock stroking your walls, hitting your cervix with right amount of pressure, making you squeeze every inch of his veins in taut.
Once more you felt the coil of heat winding to its climax in your abdomen, while hoping he wouldn't block your path into paradise. Your velvet walls clamped around him as his thick cock tugged at the strings, pulling them hard.
"I wanna cum— aahm, please let me cum, daddy." You looked at the eyes you loved when you pleaded, showing him that you really need the relief antidote for your body that had been desperate for it ever since the moment you stared at him reading.
"Yeah? Wanna cum all over daddy's cock?" Sabo cooed softly, his hand that was teasing your breast moved down to pressed your clit, hard, and rubbed in circular motion.
"Mhmm..." You nodded, you could feel yourself falling from the cliff, gravity pulling and pulling you to the ground,
and snapped.
The tightly wound spring splintered open, sending shockwaves through every trail of your veins, causing your body to quake from the rushed adrenaline as you moaned in a long note. You heard Sabo grunting in the crook of your neck, a mixture of curse words and your name were being chanted like a prayer as he chased his orgasm.
"Jesus, fuck— Oh baby I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna—" He buried his hips deep against your flushed thighs, shooting ropes of hot and thick semen into your oppressed pussy, stashing his seed deep into your cervix. He chased his high before his strength gave out, his body flopping down to the floor, next to your limp body.
Both of you panted, clawing for oxygen with your chests rolling like a turbulent sea. The sweat-slicked bodies and the sounds of heavy breathing on the floor created a heavy scent of sex throughout the room.
You turned your head weakly, looking at Sabo, who had his eyes covered with his forearm, focusing on swallowing air into his lungs.
"Baby?" you called, your voice soft.
He lifted his arm, swivelling his head towards your voice. You motioned your eyes to your hands that were handcuffed underneath you, a silent gesture of telling him to remove them.
"Oh shit." He quickly got up, removing his gloves with his teeth and kneeled beside you, uncuffing the fur manacles from your wrists. After he was done, he scooped you up into a bridal style, lifting your weak body from the cold floor and made his way to the bed.
He laid you down to the mattress gently like you were a fragile statue, then crawled in beside you, lifting the blanket to cover your body together with his.
He held you close to his chest, your hands leaned against his chest, feeling alive again that you finally able to touch him.
"Are you alright, my love? Did I hurt you in any way?" he inquired in a delicate tone, taking your wrists into his bare palms and stroking them gently with his thumb.
You shook your head and tilted your head up to catch his gaze through your half-lidded eyes. "I'm fine... just sore..." You murmured, offering him a small smile before hiding yourself back into the crook of his neck.
"Want me to run you a warm bath?" he asked gently, kissing your head while massaging your thigh to alleviate the stiffness. You only shook your head again.
The gentle massage your lover was providing you were so soothing it made you fall asleep. Sabo didn't stop, his fingers kept massaging you even when he heard your soft snores. He leaned down and gave you one last goodnight kiss to the crown of your head.
"I love you so much."