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It had been just another average day in the matrix, until it wasn’t. Shots were fired, careless mistakes were made, injuries were caused. Nothing life-altering in the scheme of things, nobody had died. If it had been any other crew who had done it, maybe she would have let it pass with a swift reprimand, but he was the One and he was still her subordinate. He needed to be taught a lesson and she had just the right method in mind.
She’d warned Link ahead of time, ensured he knew not to pull them out unless absolutely necessary, maybe hinted that he might want to conveniently look away if it got too much.
Neo on the other hand was clueless.
He raises his eyebrows in surprise when he sees where they are going. “Isn’t this the club where we…” He starts and she nods frankly, a small smirk crossing her lips. The look of nervous excitement on his face almost makes her abandon her plans. Almost.
She grabs his hand leading him through the door into the dingy basement, nodding to Choi on the way through. Maybe she’d given him a heads up for the punishment she was about to deal, maybe she’d also had him put aside some of her favourite tools in preparation for her scheme. Maybe, just maybe she’d chosen the tightest possible leather pants, corset and thigh high boots available, leaving her arms bare except for the long gloves she knew would drive Neo mad with lust.
His mouth drops open as she removes her coat, openly staring at her like a cat in heat. “See something you like?” She deadpans.
“Uh… uh huh…” he nods, still unable to pick up his chin from the floor.
“Well then, let’s go shall we.” She leads the way through the throngs of people engaging in various acts of debauchery, smirking lightly as she stops in front of the cross in a corner near the podium, just enough out of the spotlight to not attract too much attention while absolutely being in public view. The table is already prepped with various whips and floggers and of course…
“Handcuffs?” He asks, surprised and perhaps a little scared.
She doesn't answer him right away, instead slinking her way close to him, accentuating every step, driving him wild. “Do you know why we’re here Neo?” She asks holding his terrified gaze with a well practiced precision.
“N-no…” He stutters swallowing nervously.
Good. She had him right where she wanted him. “Get on your knees.” She orders and he is hesitant for a moment before slowly taking a knee. “You disobeyed me today.” She states, her voice even and deadly calm as she stares down at him. “You’re here because you need to understand who’s in charge. For the rest of the night you will refer to me only as your mistress, is that clear?”
He gulps visibly, terrified, but with a nervous excitement in his eyes. “Yes.” He breathes and she is going to make him work for it.
“I can’t hear you soldier. Is that clear?”
“Yes.” He confirms louder, but she still isn’t satisfied.
“Yes what?”
“Yes mistress.” He complies, his face awkward and melting like putty in her hands.
“Good.” She approves. “Now take off your shirt and give it to me.” He complies again unbuttoning it quickly before hand it to her. “You’ll get this back when I’m done with you.” She states. “Now stand.”
He rises until his face is level with hers and she is almost tempted to end this charade and take him into the dark room. Almost. “Turn around.” She orders and he follows her commands without question. Good. She places her hands on his sides, feeling him shiver as she nudges him forward. She takes each of his arms fastening his wrists to each side of the cross with the handcuffs, before leaning her face in close to his ear.
“Tell me soldier, do you like it hard… or harder?” She asks and she can her him cursing under his breath.
“Hard… er, mistress…” He answers, stumbling over his words. She can hear the rampant want in his voice. He is learning. Good.
“And your safe word?”
“Trust.” He says and her resolve is almost shaken. She wonders what people who think if they knew what a hopeless sap the One is.
“Very well.” She confirms letting her hands trace down his back, enjoying the way his skin prickles under her touch.
She picks up a long leather flogger flinging it around in her hand, testing the feeling and the weight. Well balanced, easy to control. Time to deal her first blow. She starts slow, warming him up, getting into a comfortable rhythm, enjoying the way his skin gets pinker as she delivers increasingly heavier blows. She pauses after a few minutes, watching the way his head sags down, clearly relaxed and lulled into a sense of security. Good.
Now the punishment could begin. She steps in close again blowing over his skin, letting her fingers trace over him so lightly that he visibly shivers. “Jesus Trin…” He curses and she can’t help but lick her lips at the sight in front of her.
“I thought I told you to call me mistress.” She whispers in his ear and he groans, clearly getting flustered and frustrated. “You’re going to pay for that.” She warns, her voice low and dripping with suggestion.
She steps back, taking a strong stance, picking up a slightly heavier flogger, judging her distance just right before dealing a heavy blow that echos off of his back leaving a nice red mark. He cries out in surprise but he doesn't sound displeased, the groan coming out of his mouth positively primal. She does it again, hitting the centre between his shoulder blades, just to the left of his spine. She flogs him hard and then harder, enjoying the sound of his groans and cries of pain and pleasure resounding in her ears as she continues, increasing the intensity and frequency until his knees are visibly weak and his head hangs down, breathing heavily, while she has barely broken a sweat.
“Have you had enough?” She asks as she traces one finger delicately down his spine. He moans loudly, incapable of containing his arousal anymore. She gives him no rest, pressing her body into the red hot flesh of his back, letting her hand tease around the front of his pants before sliding in just enough to brush over his growing erection. Just once, just enough to leave him hissing in response, a light “fuck” escaping his lips.
“Maybe.” She whispers, her breath hot and moist in his ear. “But only if you’re a very… very good boy… are you a good boy?”
“Yes mistress.”
“Are you going to behave?”
“Yes mistress.”
“And why is that?”
“Because you’re in charge.” He spits out, half out of his mind with lust.
“That’s right soldier. And where am I in charge?” She prods.
“Everywhere.” He answers and she can see the corners of his mouth quirk up just slightly.
“Good.” She says. “You’re learning. Now if you ever think of disobeying me again, just remember I have lot of other toys to play with and not all of them are so nice.”
The sound that comes out of him is almost inhuman and she knows her work here is done. She walks away, leaving Choi to un-cuff him as she calls Link for an exit.
“She’s a little bit scary when she wants to be.” Choi comments as he tosses Neo his shirt.
Neo’s face is lit up, a goofy smile spreading across his lips as his buttons his shirt back up. “More than a little.” He grins.
Choi claps a hand on his shoulder. “You’re one lucky son of a bitch.”
“Yeah.” Neo admits, following after Trinity as she gestures for him to follow. “Yeah I am.”
She is gone when his eyes open and Link pulls the spike from his head. “She’s in your room.” He answers Neo’s unspoken question. “And for the record, I saw nothing, I know nothing and I don’t wanna know.”
Neo blushes slightly as he gets up out of the chair. “Thanks.” He says, grateful for his discretion.
“Don’t mention it.” Link says. “No seriously, don’t mention it. Like Ever.”
Neo chuckles as he heads toward their cabin, his palms sweating in anticipation. He was either in for a very good or very long cold night.
She is sitting on the edge of the bed when he enters, completely naked, leaning back on her hands, one leg crossed over the other eyeing him levelly as if this is the most normal stance she could take. Very good night it is then.
His mouth opens slightly, pulse racing as his eyes take her in. She is so god damn beautiful it almost hurts to look at her. “Am I forgiven?” He asks failing dismally to disguise the tremble I his voice.
She smirks, giving him the once over, eyes lustfully taking in his form before settling on his face, holding his gaze. “I don’t know. Are you?” She’s torturing him and she knows it. “You look hungry soldier.” She comments, quirking one eyebrow suggestively. “Isn’t it time you ate?”
He kneels before her, his mouth positively salivating as she uncrosses her legs, inviting him in. He places his hands on either leg, leaning in close, but she stops him, placing her index finger on his lips. “No no, only good boys get to kiss. And you, my love have been very very bad.”
The look on his face is almost comical, the intensity of frustration and glee warring for dominance. “And what do bad boys get?”
She opens her legs wider, reaching down with one hand to stroke herself, wetting her fingers in her already flowing juices. “Bad boys get to eat pussy until they’ve earned their mistress’s forgiveness.” She slides her fingers away from herself holding them out in front of him.
He opens his mouth eagerly, sucking on her fingers, moaning lightly at the taste of her. “Good boy.” She hums in approval. “Now put your mouth where it belongs.”
He can’t help but grin stupidly, his head spinning with just how turned on he is, as he lowers his head, snaking his tongue out to taste her. She moans deeply, her head lolling back as he drags his tongue over her, taking his time to circle and suck hungrily at her clit, dragging down sliding inside of her and then dragging up slowly again and again. She is ripe and swollen and dripping with desire and god she tastes like heaven. If this was the last thing he ever tasted he would die a happy man.
Her legs begin to shake within minutes and he can tell, from the way she is bucking her hips into his mouth and the very concerted effort she is making to subdue her cries, that she is close, very close. He slides in a finger and then two, stroking and swirling inside of her as he continues to devour her clit, the sound of her escalating moans like music to his ears. He can feel her walls tighten around him as she gasps, biting down hard on her lower lip as her orgasm rips through her like a tidal wave. He rides it out with her, slowly stroking her down, gently dragging his tongue over her until she nudges him away, trembling and utterly spent.
“Now am I forgiven?” He asks, breathless and grinning proudly at his accomplishment. There is no better feeling in the world than pleasing Trinity, watching her come, seeing the look of absolute contentment and bliss that washes over her face in the after glow.
She sits up, taking his face in hers hands, leaning in close, her lips mere inches from his humming thoughtfully. “I’ll let you know in the morning.” She whispers, and then rolls over into the bed, pulling the covers over herself rapidly drifting off to sleep.
Fuck. “Cold shower it is then.” He mutters under his breath as he stands, stripping off his clothes to go jerk off in the shower.