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The life of a thief is not for the faint of heart. Staring up at the massive factory before you, that fact has never felt truer. You’d been through hell and back to find the so-called “Carian Regal Scepter'' for your client’s extensive collection of magical artifacts. After all you’ve been through, now you have to deliver it. If it had been any other client, you’d have no problem with the delivery stage, but this particular client happens to be a regular of yours, Big Jack Horner, an infamous crime lord.
You’re used to dealing with less-than-savory characters of all types, though your added discomfort isn’t because Jack is a feared criminal. Rather, it’s because you've found yourself growing attracted to him, and you simply don’t have time for such complicated feelings when you’re a busy, hard-working thief. Especially not when those feelings are towards a client.
Not only that, but having feelings for such a scary man makes it difficult to keep yourself together in his presence. He brings out a rare side of you; a timid side, and you hate feeling so weak, so vulnerable.
Yet, you keep coming back for more jobs solely because of how much he pays. At least, that’s what you tell yourself.
Nevertheless, it’s time to get paid for your efforts. You make your way past the first entrance and approach the guards standing in front of the second set of doors. They’re used to you by now, so they let you through after a bit of light banter. Anything to help lighten the mood for yourself.
You walk into the factory, hoping your nervousness isn’t too apparent. You’re informed by the head baker that Jack is in the trophy room, so you make your way over there, your heartbeat quickening with each step.
You knock on one of the doors, and you hear a familiar voice say ‘come in’ from the other side.
You sigh quietly before turning the knob. The wooden door creaks faintly as you step into the room, shutting it behind you. He’s sitting at his desk, hands intertwined, with an expectant smirk.
“Hi, Jack. I, uh, got you the scepter you wanted.” You mentally kick yourself for how skittish you sound.
“Ah, perfect!” He scoots his chair back and rises from it, walking to the middle of the room where you’re standing. He takes the scepter from your hands, rotating it slowly in his grasp as he closely inspects it. “Man, this thing is even cooler in person.” He smiles to himself before placing the magical scepter against the wall.
“You've really outdone yourself this time.” He turns around to grab a teacup from off of his desk. You notice there’s a second cup as well. “In fact, I’ve prepared some tea to celebrate the occasion. Here, drink up!”
Before you have time to question how he knew you were coming far enough in advance to prepare tea, he practically shoves the cup into your hands before grabbing the other cup for himself.
You look down at the cup in your hands. The tea is a vibrant, pinkish-red color and it smells distinctly floral.
“Hurry up, before it gets cold!” He urges.
Not wanting to upset him, you bring the cup to your mouth and take a gulp of the tea. It tastes slightly sweet and, overall, rather pleasant.
“Thank you,” you smile shyly up at him, internally screaming at yourself not to blush. “This is very good, what kind of tea is it?” You drink some more.
After taking a sip of his tea, Jack looks down at you and offers a smug grin of his own. “It’s hibiscus, among a few other herbs.”
Your cup is almost empty when you start to feel a bit… off. You’re finding it hard to stand up straight, swaying slightly. The air is starting to feel so heavy, like it’s pulling you down.
Jack’s smile widens as he watches you wobble pathetically, your expression becoming dazed and unfocused. He sets his cup down on the nearby shelf and approaches you, taking your cup and setting it aside.
You begin to fall forwards before Jack catches you, holding you up with a slight chuckle. He hooks his hands beneath your underarms and picks you up like you weigh nothing, placing you on top of his desk laying flat on your back with your legs hanging off the front.
“W-what’s…happening…I-I don’t…” you mumble incoherently, barely able to form a complete sentence. Your half-lidded eyes shift around nervously. “Please…don’t hurt me…I…I didn’t…”
“Shhh, relax,” He coos as he runs his hands up the curves of your hips. “I’m not gonna hurt you.” He laughs, “Well, at least not that bad.” His words do little to quell your nerves.
He places his hands on the desk next to either side of your head, leaning over you as he brings his face close, eyes staring intensely into yours. “No, I just wanna keep you for myself. Make you my personal little toy.” His tone is arrogant, expression devious; he’s obviously very pleased with himself.
You can barely believe what you’re hearing. Though you’d never admit it, you’ve imagined what it would be like to surrender yourself to him entirely. Now, it’s almost like you don’t have a choice but to agree. You can’t help but find the situation a bit thrilling.
Even in your confused state, you notice how his large frame cages you in completely as you lay beneath him, the sight even more intimidating than you’ve imagined. “Such a pretty pet…” his voice is low and husky as he rakes his eyes over your body before dipping his head down, burying his face in the crook of your neck and inhaling your scent. He begins to bite and suck on the flesh, drawing soft whimpers from your slightly-parted lips.
Your breathing quickens and you can feel arousal pooling between your thighs. You’re still mostly able to grasp what’s going on, it just feels a bit distant, dreamlike. You’re more than a little embarrassed at how much you’re enjoying his attention, anxious to see where this goes while you’re fully at his mercy.
“Fuck, I’ve wanted this for so long.” He whispers breathlessly, bringing his head back up to look you in the eye once more with the same sinister smile. “Now I finally get to have you.”
Jack’s hands slowly run up your thighs, bunching up the hem of your patchy, raggedy dress. Dragging his hands up further, he lifts your hips and slides your dress past them. He brings you up into a sitting position and pulls your dress off the rest of the way, tossing it carelessly in another direction before unclasping your bra and tossing it as well, laying you back down. His breath hitches at the sight of your almost-naked body.
After admiring your significantly smaller form for a bit longer, he sinks back down and wraps his lips around a nipple, sucking it and lightly biting while his thumb teases the other. At this, your little noises become noticeably louder before he switches sides, growing a bit rougher to coax more sounds out of you. After a while, Jack removes his mouth from your tit with an audible ‘pop’ and looks at you in your flushed, panting state, relishing in how you already look so wrecked for him.
“Ha! Y’know, if I’m not mistaken, you seem to like this quite a bit.” He taunts, grasping your chin between two fingers and laughing at the disoriented look in your eye. “Let’s see just how much you’re enjoying yourself, shall we?” He releases your chin and yanks your panties off, discarding them on the floor with the rest of your clothes.
Pushing one of your legs to the side, he uses his free hand to spread the lips of your sex while he stares shamelessly at your most intimate parts before running a finger through your folds, a string of arousal clinging to it. He brings his slick-covered finger up for both of you to see.
“Yeah, you’re definitely loving this. That potion I used to spike your drink wasn’t an aphrodisiac, so I guess you must have a thing for me. How flattering.” He says teasingly, rubbing your slick between his fingers.
“You… I… j-just… please d-don’t stop…” You beg, blushing even harder at his words.
Jack smirks “Oh, believe me, I have no intention of stopping anytime soon.” He circles your entrance with a thumb before dipping it inside, lightly and shallowly pumping it, slowly teasing you open. A rush of arousal gushes out after he removes it, only to then replace it with his index finger. “‘Guess I didn’t need the potion to fuck you after all. No matter, I like seeing you so pathetic and defenseless.” He begins thrusting the thick digit in and out of you, and you keen at the feeling.
He curls his finger just right, rubbing against a part of you that has you seeing stars, mouth agape and thighs tensed. “Ohh, I can tell you really liked that! Come on, let’s get you nice and ready for me…” He adds another finger, thoroughly stretching you open and curling just right, over and over.
He suddenly sinks down, his head between your legs, fingers still working on you. His tongue finds your clit, quickly rolling it over the swollen bud as he lets out a satisfied ‘mmmm’. You moan with abandon at the feeling of his tongue on your clit combined with the vibrations of his voice, the pleasure rising with each passing moment.
After just a few more curls of his fingers and swipes of his tongue, you finally can’t take anymore, a powerful orgasm ripping through you, and you can’t help but practically scream at the intensity of it. Your thighs reflexively tighten around his head, though he doesn’t seem to mind as he continues to work you through your climax, drinking in the look of sheer ecstasy on your face.
He ceases the movements of his tongue, his fingers motionless inside of you.“Well, that didn’t take long. You sure are sensitive.” He rasps out, breathless. All you can do in response is writhe and pant in the aftermath of your orgasm. His eyes darken as he abruptly continues lapping at your bud and fucking you with his fingers, and you throw your head back with a pitiful mewl as you’re quickly thrown into another climax.
“No more…I can’t…” you plead, but he isn’t quite satisfied yet.
“I’m sure you’ve got a couple more in you.” His tone is callous as he locks eyes with you, and he removes his fingers, focusing all his attention on your poor clit as he teases it mercilessly. Your overstimulated nerves scream at you, but all you can do is arch your back and cry out as surges of pleasure crash through you, forcing you to bend to the whims of your own sensitivity. Your orgasms start to blend together as he continues to force them out of you.
Deeming you thoroughly prepared, he finally relents. He raises back up, using the back of his hand to wipe his mouth. He unbuttons his pants and frees his hard cock from its confines, already weeping precum from the anticipation of finally getting to claim you. He spreads your legs and slots his hips between them, giving himself a few good strokes before sliding his thick length through your folds, the ridge of it catching against your still-sensitive clit. You buck your hips up at the feeling, and this spurs him on as he positions himself at your entrance before slowly inching inside of you. He’s barely even halfway inside, yet your brows are knitted together in pleasured pain as your cunt struggles to accommodate him despite the preparations. He pushes in further, and you let out a pained whimper.
“Aw, does that hurt?” He laughs cruelly at your pain, inching further into your aching core. “F-fuck, I’m almost too big to fit. You’re so fucking tight.” He grits out before pushing the rest of the way in, hilting with a strained grunt, the tip kissing your cervix. Thankfully, he waits for a moment, allowing you to adjust to the intrusion, his cock occasionally twitching inside of you.
Quickly growing impatient, he pulls all the way out save for the tip, only to snap his hips forward. After a few experimental thrusts, he grabs your hips and his pace begins to quicken.
“Jack! Aahhhnn…” you moan, the initial pain melting away to make room for more pleasure.
“Ohhh, my pathetic little toy. You’re taking my cock so, ahh, so well!” He picks up his pace, thrusting in and out of you relentlessly. He’s so thick you can feel every vein and ridge rubbing against your walls, reaching the deepest lengths of your channel as he pistons his hips like he’s desperate for the heat of your core.
Suddenly, he grabs both your legs and brings them to your chest, folding you in half. The wet sound of skin slapping against skin is so obscene, you’d probably be embarrassed if your mind wasn’t so fogged with pleasure and the effects of the potion.
He brings his face close to yours, forcing you to stare directly in his eyes while he brutally fucks you, the smile from earlier replaced with a fervent, unhinged glare. “You, ah, you’re mine.” He grits out. There’s an edge to his tone, like he’s threatening you. “Understand? This body. This cunt. They’re mine. Only mine.”
“Y-yes, Jack,” is all you can muster. In this new position, he’s scraping against that spot again, and you can feel another orgasm building up inside you. Your cunt tightens around him.
“Ahhh, I can tell you’re getting close. Keep squeezing me like that, f-fuck, fuck! Yeah…cum on my cock. You’re so filthy….” He rambles on, clearly close to cumming as well.
The obscenity of his words shoot straight into your core, throwing you over the edge. Your cunt spasms around him. “Ahhh! Jack!” Your eyes roll back in your skull as pure, white-hot pleasure bursts through your abdomen once more.
His release follows soon after as he pounds into you a few more times before spilling inside of you with a strangled groan. You can feel him pulsing against your walls, covering the deepest parts of you with his hot cum. He remains buried in you for a moment before slowly pulling out.
He raises up, still looking down at you, marveling at your beauty. He loves how you look so fucked out, bruises blooming where he gripped too hard, his spend seeping out of you, panting from the intensity of it all.
“Well, I guess we both learned something new today.” He huffs, still a bit breathless as he puts himself away and buttons up his pants. “I learned you fancy me, and you learned your place,” He leans a bit closer, “under me.”
You gulp, both frightened and excited by the implications of his words.
Perhaps feeling weak and vulnerable isn’t so bad after all.