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Show me that heaven's right here, baby
Touch me, so I know I'm not crazy
That was a night of celebrations.
Zhongli couldn’t help but feel happy, watching her beloved little brother finally getting married to the man of his dreams.
Azhdaha and Osial, after years of longing and Guizhong's tarot card readings ("The cards tell me that you have to be together!").Zhongli was the one who helped Azhdaha with the proposal, practically locking them in his precious and luxurious indoor pool.
It was almost 2.00 am and some of the guests had already left the club, while the couple looked tired, cuddling against each other in the corner. Azhdaha smiled from afar to his sister and she raised the last glass of Champagne.
“C’mon Guizhong, let’s get back home.” She said to her other sibling, realizing that the girl was totally wasted. To be the older sister was a hard job, but someone had to do it. Zhongli took her sister on her shoulder as if she weighed nothing, walking out of the club and finally releasing a breath of relief.
At that exact moment, her phone buzzed slightly and the screen lit up.
"Zhongli, put me down..." Guizhong tried to protest, but her sister simply pushed her into the luxurious car, letting her sit in one of the back seats. The driver watched the pair with slight concern, though he was certainly used to the moments when Miss Guizhong was dragged away from yet another alcoholic night.
“Do not worry, Mr Albedo, she’s fine.” Zhongli reassured him, leaving a generous tip for his service.
The CEO took her phone out as soon as she was finally sat as well, noticing that the notification belonged to a message from her secretary, Tartaglia.
He was the only one in the company with Zhongli’s personal number and the woman was already worrying about a possible hacker attack or robbery inside her company.
Guizhong kicked her on the leg, but Zhongli barely noticed, her brows furrowed while her golden eyes scanned the message.
“Bro, is it weird if I want my Boss to rail me to death? I know she's a woman, but...I can't help it. I need her on top of me. I would kiss the floor where she just put her feet.... I really need to talk to someone and Signora would hang the phone in my face. Please, I'm obsessed. I've never wanted to be destroyed so badly in my life. Please answer me. I might be slightly, slightly drunk.”
Her first reaction was to feel herself blush a little. Her cheeks turned pink as she cleared her throat. Zhongli noticed that Tartaglia was online, but probably too wasted to realize his mistake.
Childish mistakes and she really couldn’t feel anything if not amused, imagining Tartaglia’s face at the realization. That boyish face and the foxy grin disappearing in place of embarrassment. Would he blush? Would he beg for his boss to be forgiven? Her thoughts ran wild with her imagination.
She was smiling while holding her phone.
***
“I’m so fucked…” Childe’s stomach was turned upside down, while anxiety assaulted him. He walked into the office with the face of someone who had just been through the funeral of a loved one.
He had dark circles under his eyes, his hair was a mess, and he had bumped into at least three people.
Miss Zhongli asked for him and he was closed in her office, waiting for her while she was still at her morning meeting. He was supposed to be at her side, but of course she was going to fire him, so where was the need to bring him along?
The day before he got really drunk while attending a boring party and he started thinking about his new obsession for his boss. But he wasn’t to be blamed, Zhongli basically saved him and treated him like no one else would. It was supposed to be just a crush, but he couldn’t spend a single day without thinking about the CEO.
He remembered the day when he was taken under her wing when no one truly believed him. She made him fire himself from Tsaritsa inc, taught him everything. He wasn’t only her secretary, she would tell him about her siblings, her wish to quit her diet and her plans for the company.
“Tartaglia.”
He was pulled out from his thoughts by a familiar voice and he gulped when realizing that a pair of golden orbs were staring at him.
“Zhongli, good-morning, I—“ He wasn’t shocked to see her looking like a goddess, but the thought of losing the opportunity to see her everyday was--
“Good morning, Tartaglia. You’ll find the details of the meeting in the mail I’ve just sent you. I didn’t want to bother you since it was a really pitiful show. Lawrence can barely hold himself up since Eula decided to screw her company.” She sat at her desk with the usual black coffee in her hand. She wore a white shirt with an unbuttoned black jacket placed on her shoulders, without actually wearing but more like using it as a sort of cape. Zhongli liked to wear trousers while she worked and they suited her, highlighting her trained legs and plump ass.
Childe would have loved to admire her beauty but regret was consuming him as he thought about how to tell his parents that he just got fired.
He didn't even pay full attention to her words, already mourning the opportunity to hear her voice every day.
Tartaglia was just a young man looking for his place in this world, wanting his life to count as much as any of his peers.
“I—Sure.”He was usually more cheerful, maybe adding a few jokes or teasing his boss a little, but now he was feeling down.
Zhongli sighed,
“You know why I wanted to see you, right?” She cut it short, sparing him unnecessary chatter. The question seemed to him like the shot of a gun, capable of leaving him helpless only for the sound of the trigger click.
“I…yeah. I’m so, so sorry, Zhongli.” He had already imagined several apologies in his head, but all scenarios disappeared from his mind when it came to talking to her to actually apologize.
She wasn’t looking at him, letting manicured hands tapping on the screen of her i-pad.
“I—Please don’t fire me. You need me, right?” His throat felt tight as he tried to regain his usual confidence. “I can still be of use to you.” Even for cleaning her desk.
He didn’t want to lose job for a stupid mistake, he didn’t want to lose her—
“Calm down, Tartaglia.”
“I can’t calm down, Miss Zhongli.”
“Calm down.” She raised herself from the chair. “If I wanted to fire you, I wouldn’t have bothered to do it in person.” Zhongli approached her office door, turning the knob until the sound of a click signaled its locking.
Weird.
“Miss Zhongli…?” He didn’t tense only because he trusted her.
“I thought I’d taught you better.” She said after a few seconds of silence. “Than to freak out like this.”
“I’m sorry but, I can’t really stay calm when---well, after that message…I thought I had offended you.” He didn’t feel safe yet.
“You didn’t. It was unexpected and inappropriate, but I understood that it was a mistake.” Zhongli said, looking peaceful as ever. The same immovable, comforting rock. "Let's not make it a second time and we are cool."
Childe felt like a huge weight was just lifted from his chest.
“Thank god…”
“And yet …I wonder.”
She stepped closer to him, placing a finger under his chin, raising his face to meet her eyes. He was taken aback and her touch was light, measured. He could have snatched her hand away at any moment. “Was there some truth in that message?” Zhongli asked, her voice sounding like fresh, soft silk against his nerves.
Wait, wait, wait.
What was happening?
Childe felt his heart racing so hard, his mind full of her and his fantasies coming back to hit him like a truck. He would have… loved to challenge her, to see if she could put him in his place with the way he hoped.
But he couldn’t answer honestly couldn’t he? What if…
“Yes.” His mouth spoke before his brain could process the weight of his words.“I was drunk but I… meant every word.” It was a difficult confession, but he couldn’t help but lay himself bare in front of her.
She smiled, her lips were the two lines where his sanity began and died. If that was a dream, he didn’t want to wake up.
Zhongli seemed satisfied with the answer, and he felt like a mouse trapped between the paws of a panther.
He didn't mind, actually. The feeling was exciting, and it sent the nice kind of chills down his spine.
“Then, would you be interested in a contract with me?”
***
"Color?" She asked with his face between her hands; he could feel her hot breath against his flushed skin, her perfume filling his mouth and lungs with the scent of Glaze Lilies.
"I… suppose green, yeah. Definitely green." He said and felt those lips finally, finally crushing his own.
He grunted when Miss Zhongli let her tongue slip inside his mouth, overpowering him in an instant. Childe felt himself being embraced before he could even move his own arms. Zhongli moved him toward the coach as they kept kissing.
"I want to taste you." She whispered close to his ear. Childe felt shivers running through his skin. His imagination was already running wild: was she going to take his dick into her mouth? Her perfect face would look even prettier with his--
And then, she flipped him over without a grunt.
"Miss…?" He tried, mouth dry.
"Color." Zhongli asked again, placing her hands on the globes of his ass. She let two fingers dip on the crept between his buttocks, making her intentions clear. "Tartaglia, color." She said again, more demanding.
He gulped.
"Green, green."
Zhongli chuckled. "You don't have to answer green to please me. Safewords are for our comfort." She stroked his back, gently.
"You already explained that." He said back, maybe too vehemently.
She slapped him in the ass, making Childe gasp for the surprise and the pain.
"Careful, pretty boy." Came the warning, voice calm and steady as always.
"Get on with it!" He almost wailed, earning another spank.
"Poor old me." She said to herself, finally unbuckling Childe's jeans and exposing his pale ass. "Why are the most beautiful things always the hardest to tame?"
He didn't expect the spank on his naked skin; the impact made waves of pain shake him to the core. His cock was hard, his skin flushed, marked by the red stamp of her hand.
"But worry not, boy." Zhongli caressed his sore skin, placing a kiss on it. "You'll submit to me."
She moved his buttocks apart, exposing his pucker.
"Are we green?"
"Yes."
Zhongli started with kitten licks on his hole. The sensation was… new. He couldn't say if it was weird or just something he wasn't used to. She kept licking the wrinkled skin, until little shivers began to make his legs shake under the ministrations. Zhongli hummed as she dipped her tongue inside him without warning, making the young man gasp.
The intrusion felt even weirder and he followed his body's instinct, clamping around the intruding appendage to push it away. She relented a little, moving the tip around the rim, waiting for it to soften before entering again.
"Aaah…" He moaned, feeling the tongue testing his warm walls.
Childe cursed under his breath, for the pleasure and for letting his voice slip too soon. He didn't want to give her an easy victory but fuck that felt so good.
After a while, the movements felt way too slow. She was savoring him, but Childe wasn't so patient.
What if he tried to steer her up a little? Would she fall for his trap?
"Zhongli… more." He tried, wanting her to go faster and possibly deeper.
"Patience, little fox." She said, tongue sliding out of his ass. "Meals are to be consumed properly."
And with that, she mouthed over his hole. He flushed, imagining what her face would look like while doing such a thing.
"Enough with that…" He tried. "I can barely feel a thing."
Well, that was a dangerous lie.
She suddenly stopped.
"I… see." Zhongli suddenly said, looking dead serious. "This won't do."
Wait...did she believe him?
"Let me lay on the couch." She commanded and he obliged easily, staring at her in bafflement while she moved.
Golden eyes looking darker, Zhongli moved her index finger as an invitation for him to move towards her.
"Sit on my face." She commanded.
"What?"
“You heard me, Tartaglia."
It wasn't the moment to be shy and if she was going to reward him, he wasn't going to complain.
He removed his pants and undergarments completely, climbing until she was with his crotch on her face. She grabbed him by his ass and brought him closer, exposing his hole with two thumbs before diving her tongue inside.
Childe realized his mistake when he realized that she had no intention of going deeper. She moved her tongue to make him believe that he was going to get more, but then she stopped, denying him. He tried to move but she had an iron grip on his thighs.
"Zhongli…"
He moved a hand toward his cock, but she slapped him.
"No."
That's all she had to say to him and that desperate research for more pleasure lasted until Childe felt something inside him snap. He hated that game of hers and because of that, he had no choice but to adore her.
"Please… Zhongli… deeper. More. Please."
It wasn't enough.
" Miss… please…"
He felt her smile against his skin as she bit down on one of his buttocks. Childe's cock was angrily red, precome smearing the tip while he tried to move his hips against the tongue that was back into him.
"Good boys know how to beg for it." Zhongli said, making him even weaker.
His mistress was so kind, wasn't she?
"Miss… Zhongli. Mistress, queen, please make me feel good, make me come I'm begging you--"
"You'll come on my tongue or not at all, sweet thing of mine."
She finally let her appendage slip deeper, grappling him with more strength while diving in like a woman possessed. He saw stars when the tip of the tongue stroked a special spot inside him, one that he never knew existed until that day. He felt melten pleasure unfurl inside him, begging to be released. He couldn't stop moving and his Mistress decided to be merciful as she loosened the grip on his hips, making him free to seek her movements.
"I can't, Zhongli I can't please touch me--"
He needed that, he needed the sweet release he--
"Tell me your color, little boy."
"Green, green!"
She kept moving her tongue at the same rhythm, not quickening the pace once. Childe liked it and he felt the molten core on his pelvis beginning to crack. He clenched hard around her tongue, his vision turning while as he came, spurting on his stomach and her hair.
Zhongli let him come down from his high before nudging him gently to guide him off the coach. He had no strength left on his legs and she kept him up against her, holding him with a firm grip around his thin waist.
"Sweet boy of mine. Good boy, you did so good for your mistress." Miss Zhongli showered him with praises, kissing his face and lips gently.
He was panting, still recovering from the mind-shattering experience. He felt an unusual comfort in being pampered and praised.
He wanted it.
"What about you, Miss?" He asked, moving his eyes to her crotch.
She chuckled, fixing her hair in a ponytail.
"Let's not overdo it, Tartaglia. You're a tempting little thing, but you did enough for today."
He pouted in a manner similar to his little brother.
Zhongli hugged him from behind, kissing his neck.
"Are you fine with me not…"
"I'm fine. More than fine." She said with a fond smile. His heart throbbed, her lipstick was smeared on her face, but she was still breathtaking.
He was a mess, couldn't even bring himself to realize how wrecked he looked.
"Are you… satisfied?" He asked, almost insecure, looking for her gaze.
She stared at him back, looking speechless all of a sudden.
"Miss…?"
Zhongli took a big breath, closing her beautiful eyes. Childe felt the grip on his waist tightening.
"Tartaglia… Childe. The need I have to devour you… I can't contain it if you look at me like that."
What was she saying? He never heard a woman talk like that.
She let him sit on her lap (he flushed again, realizing even more that she was not a small girl, even if still smaller than him).
"You'll let me have another taste… won't you?"
***
Writing was a streff-relief for Zhongli, with her characters she was able to let go of all the frustration that she couldn’t even show in her daily life. She even published a book under a pseudonym, which was still selling pretty well. She called herself “Exuvia” and let her identity be a mystery.
The first and only one to find out about her secret was Tartaglia.
How he did it?
It was still a mystery.
Like the mystery in how she will be able to tame such a wild beast.
“Childe…” She sighed, feeling the man’s strong arms under her breast. “I don’t recall giving you the permission to come here and touch me.”
The young man’s wrists were still red and sore from the previous session of punishment, his neck was still littered with bruises and he was still looking totally wrecked while refreshed.
“You didn’t even tell me that I couldn’t.” He replied, slipping one adventurous hand between her legs.
She slapped his hand away.
“I’m writing now, be a good boy and wait for me on your knees.” Zhongli knew that their play wasn’t over.
“You’re still holding back, my queen.” The young man said, his face suddenly lost every trace of tiredness.
He was stunning. The kind of beauty that she liked the most: young, wild, asking to be tamed and accepting punishment with enthusiasm.
“What…?” Zhongli’s eyes widened.
“I want you to snap, but yet you’re still so careful and composed.” The smirk on his face was asking for kisses and bites.
Zhongli frowned, she didn't like her methods being questioned, but she couldn't hide her amusement: did Childe really want this?
"Are you not satisfied with our arrangement?" Zhongli gave up his chapter, turning his chair around to face the younger man. "I don't like to 'snap'.... you might get hurt. If I get into the part too much."
"Miss Zhongli, I want you to treat me like dirt." He whispered, dropping to his knees and resting his hands on her thighs.
"You... want to be mistreated?" She asked, holding back a gasping sound.
Well, that wasn't new. Men would often ask to be humiliated by Mistresses, but Zhongli didn’t expect for Tartaglia to ask her that.
“Yes but…as if you were insulting…another..”
A pause, he was hesitating.
“Yes, darling? Another?”
“W-Woman.”
Zhongli was staring at him, but he suddenly averted his eyes. That wasn’t okay for her and she grabbed his chin, forcing his beautiful sapphire to land on her face again.
Tartaglia was cute. He had moments where he acted like a wild tiger and moments where he turned into a scared little bunny. It was what made him so delicious , the perfect mix that matched his young age.
But maybe “cute” was a word too weak to describe him, Tartaglia was charming, fascinating, a being that was asking to be ravished and cared for. She was way too old to pretend that those blue eyes weren’t doing things to her heartstrings.
“As long as you’re aware of what you’re asking for, darling precious.” She smiled, combing her fingers between the auburn locks. Childe shivered under the attention, purring like a big cat. “Remember that negotiation in real life is a serious thing.”
“I know. I want this, I swear.” He promised, licking his lips as he trembled like a leaf.
She nodded.
“Let’s go to bed, then, little girl .”
***
Childe was a muscular yet thin young man and he was slightly bigger than her, so she had to work to find one night set that could fit him.
It was a silk night robe with a coordinated sleeveless nightgown, decorated with pretty white lace. She picked the red colour over the blue one, since she wanted her pretty girl to look as ravishing as possible.
“There, wear this.” She handed the garment to him.
“And the underwear…?”
“You don’t need it. Please be careful to not rip the fabric, it’s a very expensive silk.”
She ordered, even if she really didn’t care so much about that robe. She just wanted to see if Childe would manage to not break it.
Zhongli undressed herself to wear a comfortable and elegant black pajamas. She didn’t like to sleep without feeling the caress of the satin on her skin.
She needed a moment alone, to take a breath and let herself get into the role. Zhongli wouldn't insult even her worst enemy and in the past she'd had moments where she'd been a horrible actress when it came to degradation play or dirty talk in general. Over time she had mastered the act and wondered if Tartaglia would be amused to know that she had a past as a clumsy Mistress. It all changed when she let herself totally go, when Zhongli realized that she just needed to totally forget the world.
She took a red ribbon and waited, sitting on the bed with one leg over the other.
When Tartaglia came out of the bathroom, Zhongli let her eyes hungrily studying every inch of that body.
He did a good job on not ripping anything, the gown had obviously a tight fit and the robe made him look tantalizing to say the least.
White, freckled skin was tempting Zhongli's hands, while his dull blue eyes were trying their best to not meet her gaze. Tartaglia looked ready to be put on a showcase of the finest jewels. A gorgeous, raw ruby.
"Color." She asked, careful as ever.
"Green."
"Then kneel, my girl, and come closer."
Tartaglia had the slightest hesitation before dropping on his knees and moving in all fours towards the Mistress.
Zhongli smiled and wrapped the ribbon around his neck, making a cute bow.
"Who do you belong to, Childe?" She asked.
"You, Miss Zhongli."
Her eyes looked further down, where Childe's cock was already half-erect.
"Did you touch yourself without permission, baby?" Zhongli asked, leaning dangerously toward the young man. Zhongli pulled him up. She let a hand slip under the robe and felt the wet skin when she reached lower. She placed a fingertip over the rim, stroking at it without entering.
Childe whimpered against her ear.
"You'll never learn how to behave, don't you?" She said, removing her finger. "Do you want me to treat you like the useless, little whore you are? Do you want me to fill you to the brim just to abandon you in this room for days, feeding you from a bowl?"
Tartaglia was shaking, Zhongli heard him gulping while he tried to act cute, snuggling against her to ask for forgiveness. He was wise enough not to talk, acting like a dog seeking for attention.
"Did you know… I don't live alone here. My sister could accidentally walk in and find you here. She could see your hole gaped and abused, would you like that? For her to laugh at you, mh?"
"Miss--"
Zhongli pulled him away, making him fall to the ground. She noticed a new stain on her pajamas, a gift from her sub's weeping cock.
"You made a mess of my precious pajamas, are you going to pay for it?" Zhongli lowered herself, grabbing Childe by his chin.
"You want to be punished so bad, don't you?"
"No, I--"
She didn’t let him finish, giving him a new order without the hint of hesitation.
"Then, go down the stairs and ask my sister a bottle of water."
Childe eyes were huge with panic.
"Like this? I… please i don't want anyone else to see me like this--"
"What you want doesn't matter." She said, coldly. "Your wishes mean nothing to me. Don't you get it? You're useless when not used for pleasure, babydoll."
Childe was breathing heavily, his eyes dark with pleasure and his limbs shaking for fear.
Zhongli allowed herself to step out from the play only for a second.
"Are you still green?"
"Yes, yes--" Tartaglia enthusiastically replied.
She smiled.
"Obey me, do what I want, and show my beloved sister what a beautiful pet you are." He stood up again, opening the door to her room.
Zhongli was sure that Childe was enjoying the thrill of the utter humiliation, the fear that was making his erection weep without touch.
" Please, I'll do anything, but not that, please--" He was desperate, kneeling and trying to play with her heartstrings. "Please don't let me do that, Zhongli please…"
"Bad, bad girl…" The Mistress sighed. "This means that I will ask my sister to come here…"
Tartaglia gasped, moved with his knees and grabbed one of her legs.
"Please--" His eyes were filled with tears. "I promise I'll be good."
"You can't promise me that." She said, knowing that Childe cared about the meaning of that word. She kicked his hands away without batting an eye. "Breaking them is what you're good for. Like the slut you are, you behave only with the promise of sex."
Zhongli took her smartphone from the desk, looking for Guizhong's name in the contact list.
Childe was looking.
"Hello? Zhongli?" Guizhong's voice made him panic harder.
"Yes, hello Gui. Could you please come to my room for a second? I have something to show you."
While she did so, she pointed to a green painting in her room. Questioning him about his consent even in the middle of their play.
Tartaglia nodded between tears.
"Oof, I was watching Elite, can--"
"Please Gui, it can't wait."
She heard her sister groan and curse, but in the end, a fretting sound of steps approaching was all that she needed to hear.
And Tartaglia was hearing too.
"Miss Zhongli--" He tried. Begging suited him so deliciously, his scared face only was enough to make pleasure throb between her legs.
Knowing that her sister would probably not even bother to knock, Zhongli blocked the door that was about to be rudely opened wide further.
"So? What is it?" The younger Morax asked.
"Are you ready? It will blow your mind."
***
Panic was settling inside him, it was the only thing he could feel. Fear, humiliation. The shame was making him shake, warm tears rolling on his cheeks while he heard Guizhong's getting closer to that door.
His Mistress wasn’t even considering taking mercy for him and Childe knew that begging was pointless.
He was hard as a rock while the fear was making him wanting to hump Zhongli’s leg like a dog in heat.
The feeling of--something unfurled inside him. That same something that made his nights filled with wet dreams of Zhongli whipping his ass with her belt.
"So?" Guizhong's voice was so damn close. "What is it?"
Childe curled in himself, shaking like a leaf, feeling vulnerable. He didn’t even try to get up from the floor, it was useless.
"Are you ready? It will blow up your mind." His Mistress’ voice was amused.
Then, he saw Zhongli placing her hands over her sister's eyes. She let the woman inside the room, guiding her toward Childe.
Was she really--
They stopped, Guizhong's naked feet were almost touching his robe. He held his breath, sweating cold.
"I'll uncover your eyes. Don't look down."
And so she did, Childe readied himself for the biggest humiliation of his life, but Guizhong's eyes were now on the ceiling.
"Oh my goodness, you really painted that crappy dragon thing on the ceiling!"
Zhongli grabbed Childe and made him slip under the bed without a sound.
Fuck, fuck . That was close.
Childe placed his hands on his mouth.
He was about to--
"You didn't have to hide it, you know? Also no need to show it to me at 11 pm, you weirdo"
Zhongli chuckled.
"Now you know my dirty little secret."
"Fuck you, I'll tell Osial so he can mock you for the rest of your life, byee!" The younger sister said, but Tartaglia wasn’t even sure if that was really her voice.
And with that, Guizhong ran away from the room.
"This language…" Childe heard Zhongli say with a hint of exasperation.
He felt himself being dragged out of his hiding spot, but he was unable to stand. The fear made him lose his mind, he was still shaking, helpless between her arms. His legs felt like jelly, while his cock was red and angry, begging to be touched.
"Look at you, you did so good." She praised him. Cooed at him. "My little bunny. My beautiful girl."
She kissed his forehead.
"Raise your hand if you're still green, baby." Zhongli whispered almost softly.
And so he did, shaking.
"Good girl."
And the praise made him whine like a hurt puppy. Zhongli hugged him, used her sole strength to lift him and bring him to lay on her bed.
"Mommy will take care of you." Zhongli began by kissing him on the neck, undressing until he was only wearing the top piece.
He needed to come, but also needed the comfort of her touches, so he shut his mouth and enjoyed the attention.
He didn't dare to move, to make a sound, to even grab at the sheets.
Childe felt like an useless doll and it was exactly what he wanted to be at that moment. That notion, that simple concept made him feel safe, made him feel coherent. Made him feel whole.
"You may talk and touch me."
She said and Childe moved, risking crushing her when he hugged her waist so tightly.
"Please… make me come, Zhongli. I'm your little whore, I feel empty without you."
"Say that again." The Mistress betrayed her composure, groaning and biting her bottom lip to contain a gasp.
"I'm y-your little w-whore. I was made t-to be tamed by you, I want to come, I want to be g-good for you." Childe felt the words come out naturally as if he was born to say them.
He felt her smooth fingers around his shaft and he trembled, it felt like the whole world was shaking around them. The heat was consuming his insides, he needed the release, his core was begging for the sweet climax.
Yet, he was empty, so painfully empty.
Zhongli stroked his cock gently, studying his reaction before deciding to fasten the pace. He arched toward the touch, moaning while he felt all the pressure finally releasing. His Mistress was merciful enough to not tease him and, after few more strokes, the world became white around him. He spurted on her hand, feeling his head lighter as if he was floating. Childe was in another dimension, a space where he couldn't even hear his thoughts.
It was beautiful, it reminded him of the sea…
Zhongli kissed him, stroked him between his hair.
"You are perfect. You did so good. Good girl, Childe."
There was no Childe, no Tartaglia.
Only Zhongli's little girl.
He wanted to be good for her, oh so good for her. Anything for her.
Her. Her. Her.
It took quite some time, but eventually the world started to have sense again.
He blinked, seeing a pair of golden eyes watching him.
"Color?" Zhongli asked again.
"Green."
***
"Childe you don't need to do that." She reminded him, while her secretary was busy fingering himself.
Penetrative sex wasn't in their contract, but Zhongli wasn't going to step down if that was what Tartaglia wanted.
"You did good already." It was her job to remind him that. To remind him that they didn't need to go too far if he didn't want to.
He kissed her, moaning on her lips while grinding his hips against his own fingers. Two of them were already deep inside him, engulfed to the knuckles.
She let him be in charge for that, because she felt that he wanted to please her and show his Mistress that he wanted to be good.
Zhongli moved him from her only to climb down the bed, reaching for one particular drawer, looking for the perfect ring and cock for her pretty girl . She knew exactly what size to pick, what was the best for him. Her harness was made of leather, perfect for the heavy rod that she selected for Childe. She fixed the ring, placing the cock’s base against it until it was perfectly placed on its spot.
Zhongli joined him again on the bed, letting her boy’s eye grow wide for the huge length that she picked. He was still playing with his fingers but with his ass in the air so that she could enjoy even a better view.
“That’s…really big.” He said, flushing.
“Yeah, I know you like it big.”
Everything was more about him than her anyway, Zhongli’s pleasure was all about her being able to make him submit and feel good. Having so much power over the auburn-haired young man was all she wanted from life in that moment.
“Are you ready for me, pretty girl?” She couldn’t resist kissing him, let her tongue explore his mouth. “Ready for my cock?”
Childe nodded. “Yes, please. Fuck me, fuck my pussy.”
That’s everything she wanted to hear.
One may even wonder, was the Master really the one in charge?
The cockhead of the toy breached the puffy rim and Zhongli closed her eyes, pressing her hands on Childe hips and pushing the length inside of him. Inch after inch, with the care of a lover.
“Aaaah—So big, Miss, it’s so big—“ Tartaglia moaned. Zhongli did her best to take things slow, to let him feel the drag of the toy against his walls.
Even if she couldn't personally feel what it was like to be inside him, she was feeling good nonetheless. They were connected, Tartaglia was submitting to her and Zhongli was esthetic, every inch of her skin heated, her whole being taken by the act.
She stopped to get him used to the feeling, kissing the skin of his back, stroking his hips while she knew that he was feeling a lot at that moment.
"Move, Miss, please--fuck me." Tartaglia begged, moving his hips against the toy.
Zhongli's toy was obscenely stretching him and she felt a feral urge to just pound into him as if he was her personal fleshlight. She urged herself to regain composition as she realized that she never felt like that with anyone.
Zhongli licked her lips, before starting to thrust like he wanted. She wanted to make him sing while her cock was crushing his core, while his moans guided her to find the right rhythm.
She knew what he wanted but her duty was to give him what he needed, and Zhongli knew that Childe needed to be cared for.
"Faster, Miss, please , faster--"
"Be patient." She groaned, finally focusing on hitting Childe's sweet spot.
When the cockhead crushed his prostate, Tartaglia’s whole body tensed before crumbling and shaking with pleasure. Her boy was finally facing the real meaning of being wrecked to the core while Zhongli didn't relent, moving her hips with newfound purpose.
The best way to give pleasure was to not give up in changing the rhythm too soon, even if her mind was tempting her to just fuck into him with animalistic abandon.
It was true that Miss Zhongli was the Perfect Boss lady, but she had a human heart too, and she--
She was feeling like--
"Miss… you keep restraining your--ahn, right there--" He grabbed at one cushion, biting into it, his face completely flushed but she was unable to fully savor it.
"May I, Childe?" She asked, her voice felt different from the usual honey tone. "Will you let me ruin you for other men after tonight?" Zhongli felt a wave of possessiveness as she placed her chest against his back, kissing his nape, making him feel the weight of her breasts against his skin.
"Yes, please, yes. "
And that's all it took for Zhongli to forget herself completely.
She lost all restraint, to hell her perfect CEO persona.
Childe wailed when she began to thrust into him relentlessly, forgetting the care, hitting his sweet spot or just avoiding it completely. The toy was ravaging his insides, reshaping them.
He kept moaning, inciting her to go faster and deeper. When the tip of the toy catched against the puffed up rim, she just slammed against it roughly.
That was what he wanted, what they both wanted. Zhongli regained an inch of sense and started pumping Childe's cock making him clench hard around the toy, releasing white spurts of come on her expensive sheets.
She was feeling hot between her legs, the need to climax was becoming unbearable even for her. Zhongli was panting heavily, while Childe was still clamping the toy.
When the boy decided to let it go, she freed herself from the harness, not even realizing that he had flipped on his back, watching her.
Probably without the strength of speaking a single word, Childe moved between her legs. Her pussy was wet with arousal, now terribly close to his face.
Tartaglia didn't move more than that, just opening his mouth as an invitation for her to release her pleasure on his face and use his tongue.
Zhongli stroked his hair, raising herself on her knees before touching the swollen clit with her fingertips. Few strokes were enough to send the woman to her climax.
She came with a low moan, letting him lick everything, shivering as she felt the curious tongue between her folds.
"Enough." She stopped him and Childe whined before behaving.
Zhongli had the strength to chuckle.
***
"I know you were hiding a man from us." Guizhong smirked.
"Really, Zhongli?" Azhdaha was speechless.
Childe was dying with embarrassment. It all began when he had the brilliant idea to take a glass of water for himself and walked only with a bathrobe in front of her boss' siblings.
Amazing.
"I am irresistible." Tartaglia had the guts to say while trying to fight the shame. "She's on her knees every time she sees me."
Guizhong giggled as Zhongli rolled her eyes.
"Anyway, Azh promised me to go shopping, so we were just stealing Zhongli's coffee." The younger Morax admitted with a grin.
Retuo nodded.
"Yes, it was a pleasure to meet you… uhm…"
"Tartaglia."
"Tartaglia." Azhdaha gave him a soft smile.
After that, they spent the breakfast time talking and Childe learned that the siblings were very protective of their older sister (Guizhong not so subtle threat to stab him if he broke her heart was enough explanation). They didn't know that they weren't lovers and neither him or Miss Zhongli corrected them
Actually, Zhongli barely talked and Tartaglia knew that something was probably off. He knew her way too well to know that silence was one of Zhongli's ways to show embarrassment or at least the need to extrane herself from the conversation.
When the siblings left the room, she sighed.
"I am sorry for their behavior." Zhongli finally said. "It's a little unnerving, but they mean good."
"Yeah, I know." Childe smiled.
He wanted to touch her but didn't know if he was allowed to and he felt in the mood to behave.
"We aren't done with the aftercare session." She said, raising from her chair. "Come."
He followed her and she prepared a whole bath for him, releasing even a very expensive-looking bath bomb that smelt like Glaze-Lilies. Zhongli undressed him slowly, folding the bathrobe neatly before inviting him to sink in the water.
"Aren't you going to join me?" He asked, using his pleading eyes. The tube was big enough for at least three people.
Zhongli smiled.
"It's not necessary for us to bathe together, Tartaglia." She said, politely as ever. Zhongli cared a lot about the contract. Childe saw an opening in her during their act and he wanted to explore it.
He wasn't scared of wanting to feel her close.
"But I want you close." He confessed. "I want Miss Zhongli to hold me."
Childe saw her composure cracking as she sighed.
"Aren't you a demanding one?" She teased. "Very well then, I am in the mood to spoil you this morning."
Tartaglia couldn't contain the happiness blooming on his face.
***
It took three years, but eventually Miss Zhongli decided to put a ring on the auburn-haired man's finger, making them the couple of the century.