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“My little rose. Didn’t you agree to this?”
You had. You definitely had.
“Don’t break your promises.”
That’s the plan. At least, it was. You hadn’t anticipated any of this, after all. A small part of you is still upset for not seeing it clearly then, not recognizing his knowing smile when you had made a game out of your disagreement. He had posed a different theory than yours at the crime scene the two of you had investigated earlier this week, and when you had decided to bet on it with unbridled confidence, he did nothing but smile and take your hand in his, rubbing your knuckles softly.
“Loser has to do whatever winner says for a day,” you had decided proudly, already coming up with movies to watch while cuddling together. “I’ll indulge you,” he had responded, eyebrows lifting just enough to make his words a challenge, a threat.
Vyn’s doing anything but indulging you now. You’re spread out on his white sheets, stomach pressed into the soft material as he narrows his eyes at you. His smile is tilted to the left, a devilish smirk that makes him somehow hotter, and he stares at you briefly before returning his attention to his nightstand. You had tried to prop yourself up to watch and figure out what he was up to, but his words had quickly pinned you back onto the mattress.
Don’t break your promises.
Something tells you that you shouldn’t try to move too much . . . or else.
“Aha.” Vyn’s low voice makes your ears perk up, and you tilt your head slightly to observe him. His hand toys with a silicone cylinder with a smooth, tapered end. You bite your cheek as he closes the drawer and turns to you, his eyes skimming your form and swollen anticipation. A spark of excitement runs through you, and you shiver as his gaze lingers on the apex of your legs, “What’s in your hand?”
His gaze darts to your face, his hand undoing the first few buttons of his shirt, “A vibrator. A bullet vibrator, to be specific.” He twirls the object between his fingers, scaling the sides. It’s pink and small, and you bite your lip to keep from awing at the gold detailing along the sides, adding elegance to an otherwise discreet toy. Rose-shaped swirls convene at the tip, and before you stare at it any longer, Vyn moves his hand out of your view, “I thought we could experiment. See how well it works.”
“What, you can’t make me cum by yourself?” you grin, giggling to yourself. Suddenly, there’s a sharp slap, and you instantly blush as your ass begins to sting. Vyn stands beside you, his smile not quite reaching his eyes, “Don’t provoke me. You know very well that I won’t ever let you cum unless it’s from my touch.” You swallow as his finger pushes at the bottom of the toy, a low buzz filling the air.
You have a feeling he isn’t going to touch you the way you want.
Vyn strokes at your hip as he sits on the edge of the bed, coaxing your body to turn onto your back. You follow his direction, exposing your bare front to his lustful eyes. The wetness from your pussy is even more apparent than it was from behind, tepid and slick, and you can’t help but cringe at the damp spot on the sheets. It’s proof of the thrill you feel in your core, your stomach, your breasts . . . Vyn follows your body up to your lips, where he proceeds to reach out and caress you.
“You promised to do as I say, right?” His voice is soft, deceptively so, and you nod as he lulls you in. “Then, you will not cum unless I permit you. Don’t disobey me.” The command is cold despite his calm tone and as he swipes his thumb over your lip firmly, your hands shake with excitement. You part your mouth and seduce him closer until he’s leaning over you, holding you steady, and kissing you firmly. His kisses are hot and rough; he sucks and tugs on your lips, and you groan as he snakes a hand to your hair to grip it. You can feel his tongue already prodding at your mouth, laving over the reddened flesh soothingly, and when he pulls back your hair to angle you better, you can feel your core throb and dampen more.
His lips drag across your face as he changes destinations, landing on your ears. Slowly, you’re tickled by the tip of his tongue under the fossa, into the bend. Your hands immediately grip his forearm when he sucks near the front, flicking the bud of skin between his breathy, hot laughter, “Such cute ears . . . hm.”
“Vyn pl-ooOOH!” As he hums over the shell of your ear, you flinch violently at the added vibration below. He’s holding the bullet right where your slit begins, the tip edging into your folds barely. It moves lower, grazing your clit as it shifts below, and you dig your nails into his skin, “Shit, don’t do this to me.”
His wicked smile appears in response, “How are you so sensitive already? I have so much more planned for you.” You moan as he tilts the tip back up, the toy now pressing along the perimeter of your clit, and as you convulse and cry, he drags your head back more to expose your neck. The ends of his hair sweep across your skin, light and silky and completely different from the ruthless assault from his mouth, his hands. And down there, in the midst of your swollen, leaking pussy is the relentless stimulation of your clit, violent and unforgiving. All these sensations are starting to build up, your sensitivity heightening with each move against you, and when you can see the edge, you get ready to cry out in bliss . . . when he pulls the vibrator back suddenly.
Your body feels like it’s tumbling forward clumsily as if you missed a step on the stairs, and as you catch your breath, Vyn bites the top part of your chest softly.
“Hah, Vyn . . . wha . . ?” you stutter confusedly. The buzz of the vibrator can no longer be heard, and the pit of pleasure in your stomach is now turning into a dull ache, an excruciating wait for something you know will not come soon. Vyn looks up at you as he sucks a bruise onto your breasts, murmuring, “I told you not to cum. Can you not follow a simple command?”
You hit him lightly with your fist, crossing your legs to gain some friction, “Not fair! What if I had been correct and then I decided to edge you? You wouldn’t like that.” Your pout makes him smile fondly, a sudden break in his sadistic facade, and he kisses the curve of your breast softly before bringing the damp vibrator up and prodding your nipple with it. Your slick spreads over your aroused areola, and when Vyn brings the edge of the vibrator to the tip of the bud, his eyebrows rise mischievously, “Ah. But unfortunately, that’s not the case, is it? You decided on these terms after all.”
“I didn’t think you’d tease me like this,” you retort. Vyn simply chuckles before he turns on the vibrator again, making you hiss in delight. The electric pulses against your tender skin aggressively, and you can feel every single beat. Vyn takes the opportunity to move his hand from your hair down to your chest. He squeezes the flesh there, pushing your other nipple between his teeth. You moan when he bites down, hard enough for a zip of pain to shoot through your body, quickly countered by the radiating sensation from the vibrator. Your head’s beginning to spin and the lips between your legs are swelling — as if attempting to entice Vyn to give you what you want.
“So . . . perfect,” he gasps between nips. He’s rough in the way he handles you: teeth and tongue latching onto you for seconds, lewdly sucking, the squelches in the air. And after he inhales deeply for air, he’s doing it again, making your chest ache. You’re being devoured until you’re raw, until his spit on your skin begins to burn and the vibrator is teetering the line of torture. As you claw at the pillow behind you, arching up into him, he shifts over until he’s on top of you, perfectly set between your legs.
And oh . . . the way his bulge rubs right against you.
“Vyn!” you gasp, gripping at the bed, the headboard, the shirt off his back, “Vyn, please!” He doesn’t respond; instead, he places the hand from your breast onto the curve of your spine and forces you to bend further. His mouth bites at your ribs, your stomach, and you groan as he begins to grind against you. His hips are bucking fast, yours matching uncontrollably, and as the fabric of his pants meets your clit and the pads of his fingers push at your skin and the spit of his tongue trails on your torso and the vibrator draws wet patterns over your breast . . . he stops.
His hips pause, his hands ease, his mouth shuts, and the soft whirr goes silent.
You’re pretty sure you have enough anger to knock Vyn out in one punch.
“Again? You stopped again?” Your desperate tone, laced with heavy lust, makes Vyn sit up a little and smile, “Are you trying to get me to stop my fun, my little rose? Don’t tell me you’re going back on your word.” The words make you bite your lip in guilt: you had agreed to this, technically.
But damn, why, for Christ’s sake, is he having his fun by denying you? Your peak was just on the horizon, you could practically see it, and now, it’s back to that horrible soreness — now twice as uncomfortable.
Something in Vyn’s eyes flickers as he watches your expression change, and before you can complain any further, he’s moved forward and taken your lips with his, kissing you hungrily. He swallows your moans, playing with your tongue until you’re panting and needy, his lips graciously locking with yours again and again. When he breaks away from you, a string of saliva sticking to your lips, he presses his forehead to your own, “My sweet flower. I’ll give you one more chance to outlast the vibrator, to wait for your gratification from my hand . . .
His voice lowers, husky and firm, “ . . . and I’ll satiate you.”
Then his dick is pressed up to your sex again and his hands are scaling your body, seizing and grabbing at every inch of flesh until your sides are covered in reddened half-moons, the proof of his harsh grip. You grind against his crotch, breaking into a breathless smile each time he grunts softly, and you trail your hands up his shirt as his thumbs skid down your stomach, over the gentle slope of your mons, and onto the slit of your throbbing pussy. They part your lower lips, coated with your essence, and within seconds, he’s pushing the bullet into your tight entrance. You clench around it, gasping as he turns it on again, as the vibrations make you throb incessantly, “God, please. That feels so good!”
“Hm?” Vyn asks off-handedly, more focused on his hands trailing the edge of your clit. You lift your hips and whine as your pleasure begins to build. The warmth in your stomach is warmer than ever, stronger than ever, and you choke as he rubs your nub hard. His pants and sheets have to be completely ruined from your essence at this point, you’re so wet. With each pinch from his fingers, you moan louder and louder, and his dick twitches against your skin, growing more. Everything’s hot and sweaty, and you can barely see straight, and as the vibrations begin to intensify, as you begin to rush towards your end, and your toes curl tightly as you call out-!
He can’t stop you this time, no matter how quickly he tries. His fingers dragging out the vibrator gives you the friction you needed, and you sob as your orgasm rips through your body. Your body trembles as you’re wracked with wave after wave of searing ecstasy, your hands pulling Vyn down until you can wrap yourself around him securely. He holds you tight, his lips resting in the crook of your neck and licking your saline skin as you chant his name over and over, “Vyn, Vyn, Vyn . . . “
“Hold onto me,” he soothes, gliding along your collarbone, “I’m here, pretty girl.” Your pussy aches as he whispers in your ears, unable to cool down until much later. It’s only when you’re finally loosening your hold on him, when your voice begins to crack from overuse, that he lifts his head and looks at you. His stare isn’t one of helpless adoration, but rather of dangerous curiosity, and you can’t help but feel a little worried.
“I’m surprised,” he says softly, his eyes dark and concentrated on the litter of purples and reds dotting your upper torso. It’ll be impossible to cover up, but that’s not what’s on your mind right now. Instead, your eyes are wide with arousal and fear, your mind still hazy from your intense release, “Huh?”
Vyn stays silent before he shifts his hand. That recognizable purr from the vibrator starts up again, and his tongue swipes his upper lip before he moves forward, whispering against your cheek, “I gave you three chances. I’ll have to show you what happens when you break your promise,”— he pauses —“and luckily, we have plenty of time.”
“Plenty?” you swallow, your body already reacting to his suggestion.
Vyn only nods, “You did promise me a whole day, right? I won’t let you lie to me again.”