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“Look at what you've done to me.” Sylus murmured, his eyes never leaving your body as he spoke.
The urge to spare him a glance was overwhelming, but you ignored it. You knew what game he was playing. His taunts and fake pleas– you knew he wanted you to lower your guard, just enough so he could take control again.
You won’t give him that pleasure, not when you’ve came this far–
“Not even a peek?” He prompted, the sincere disappointment in his tone almost broke your focus. Almost. You were better than that.
“No.” You huffed as you secured a leather wrist cuff on each of his bare wrists, restraining him. Each cuff had chains attached to them, its ends bound to the bedposts behind him.
Sylus had used these cuffs on you before; they were his favorite things to use when you refused to stay in bed despite having bed rest orders, or whenever he felt like seeing you struggle against him as he touched you. Even though he would relent and free you when you pleaded enough, it had always irked you that you were always on the receiving end, never the other way around. But now–
“Such arrogance.” He mocked you while you straddled his thighs. Unlike you who stripped yourself bare before this, he still had his clothes on, albeit a little rumpled. You had tossed his tie and waistcoat onto the ground earlier, and undone the top few buttons of his shirt before slipping away from him. If it weren’t for the lost bet he had with you, he would’ve pulled you back to him, and made you continue undressing him.
“Shouldn’t you be telling yourself that?” You shot back while undoing the remaining buttons on his shirt, revealing the well defined muscles that hid beneath. “You knew one day those cuffs would come back to haunt you.”
“Would they now?” He replied, his tone deceptively mild. “I am patient, unlike you.”
Ignoring another obvious taunt, you placed a hand on his chest and gently pushed, making him rest against the many pillows behind him.
“You’ve gotten your wish. Now what, kitten?”
Instead of answering, you brushed your fingers against his nipple, and slowly dragged your hand down his abdomen.
A quiet breath escaped him the moment your fingers went past his belt buckle and down to his crotch. His growing bulge was straining against the front of his dress pants, demanding to be set free.
You palmed over his clothed erection as your other hand undid his belt, unhurried. He had yet to buck his hips up into your hand, but you had a feeling he was tempted to, with how taut his muscles felt under you.
The urge to tease him about it– like he did when the roles were reversed and you were on the receiving end of this pleasurable torture– was overwhelming, but you resisted it. It would do you no good, knowing that he would somehow find a way to twist your words around and get under your skin.
“Is that all the patience you have, kitten?” Sylus murmured, watching you with half lidded eyes while you squirmed against his hand. He played with your clit and prodded your clothed heat with his fingers, dipping into you briefly before tracing your folds once more. It felt maddening, and you had no recourse against him–
“Thinking about yesterday, aren’t you?” His question pulled you out of that sudden memory. Your gaze snapped toward him instinctively, freezing the moment your mind was able to process the sight in front of you.
Sylus’ gaze was fixed upon you, half lidded and dark with intense desire. Under the dim lighting of the room, his crimson eyes darkened into the shade of the expensive red wine he loved to taste every now and then.
“Do try to focus. If you slip up…” He tugged on his bindings as he spoke, the tinkling sound of chains punctuating his words. His ever present smirk took on a dark, dangerous edge then, promising more than just retribution should you fail.
“I won’t hold back.”
You snorted, brushing his threat aside and leaned in, your lips hovering over his collarbone. It seemed your action was unexpected, with how his breath hitched when you kissed the skin underneath you.
“Didn’t expect that Sylus?” You whispered between the many butterfly kisses you made, giggling when a quiet mmh escaped past his lips.
He bucked his hips up when you finally undid the zip on his pants and pulled his briefs down, pushing his hardened cock into your hand. It would be so easy, natural even, to curl your fingers around him and give him what he needed then. But why would you do that? Instead, you dragged a finger along the side of his length, teasing him with a feathery touch to his tip before moving back down to where you started.
The telltale clinking of chains, followed by an annoyed grunt, forced a giggle out of you. “Not so fun being bound hmm?” You asked, your eyes meeting his as you readjusted yourself, straddling him.
“Fun is subjective.” Sylus murmured, seemingly unbothered by his current predicament. His eyes drifted down, and despite not being able to touch you, you could feel his hands on your body, caressing you and groping you as much as he pleased. After he gave you a slow once over, he tilted his head to one side, and met your gaze head on.
“I’m sure you… understand.”
At that, Sylus bucked his hip upward once more. The slight motion had caught you off guard; you tumbled forward, making you lie on top of him. Your breasts were pressed against him, and you felt a nudge against your folds the moment you felt his attention laying upon your chest.
“Is playing dirty part of the fun?” You huffed as you propped yourself up, ignoring his lingering gaze on your breasts. If he weren’t bound, you knew he would be on them then, his lips surrounding your nipple, nibbling and sucking it while groping you. “I never played dirty.”
“Is that so?” He questioned, and before you could ask what he meant by that, he moved his hips upward, thrusting his erection between your folds. “Then what do you call this?” He asked as he rutted against you, his pace slow and deliberate. You felt his cock throb against you when a gasp slipped past your lips, your surprise spurring him on.
“You’d always do this. Do you have any idea how much this affected me, hmm?” Dazedly, you remembered that he would always stop whatever pleasurable torture he bestowed upon you moments after you pressed your heat against him and stroked him, slicking the side of his cock with your need. His gaze would always be upon your heat whenever you did so, as though enraptured by the sight of your desperation.
As horribly tempting it was to let him continue, this could not go on. Eventually he would try to take control, and by then, you wouldn’t be able to put up a fight.
“Stop trying to distract me.” You accused, lifting your hips away from him so he wouldn’t have anything to pleasure himself with.
“Mmh– but I’m not trying to, kitten.” He held your gaze as he spoke; his deep voice had a seductive tinge to it. “Can’t I make this as enjoyable for you as you did for me?”
“If you want me to enjoy myself, I have a better idea.”
Giving him no time to respond, you curled your fingers around his girth once more, and lowered yourself down.
The corners of your lips curled up in triumph when you heard Sylus’ breath hitch. It was faint, barely audible over the sound of your own beating heart in your ears, but enough for you to hear that his defenses were not as impenetrable as it seemed.
Placing your hand on his abdomen as a warning not to move, you teased his tip with your entrance by circling around it. You felt him tense under you whenever you lowered yourself down more, pushing the head of his cock in. The need to go even further, to take more of him in, coursed through your veins. It didn’t help that Sylus stared at you through his eyelashes, lips parted, panting in anticipation.
But why would you do that– when seeing him unravel before you gave you greater pleasure?
You huffed in amusement when he grunted at you for pulling away, leaving his tip exposed to the cool air in the room. Not that the chill would affect him anyway, with how flushed and heated he felt against and within you. Before he could make a witty remark at you for being a tease, you pressed his tip into your heat once more, slowly riding just the head of his cock.
“Kitten got your tongue Sylus?” You breathed out as you clenched your heat around him, making his eyes slide shut and forcing a sharp nngh out of him.
The mirth that was bubbling up your chest finally popped when Sylus pinned you with a glare. Your laughter was short lived however, halted by the sudden buck of his hips.
It was his turn to laugh when you returned his glare as you pulled yourself up. He had managed to thrust more of himself in you with that move, and if it weren’t for him losing a bet, you knew he would be doing more than just that.
No, he wouldn’t be underneath you in the first place. And if he was, he would be forcing you back down, fucking up into you while he bobbed you up and down his hardened cock. He would be groping your breasts while nibbling your earlobe, whispering taunts and praises while your moans punctuated his words. He would be wrapping your legs around his waist and laying you down when the need to fuck you harder overwhelmed him, moaning lowly into your ear as he pumped erratically into you.
“Mmh– Don’t be stingy.” He said, groaning at the loss of your tight warmth around him. It was clear he was getting irritated at your constant teasing; you gave him enough pleasure to spur him on, yet not enough to sate his need. “Is that all you’re going to give me?”
You merely smiled, albeit maliciously, at his question. Pulling further away from him, you fell back and sat on the empty space between his parted thighs. You leaned back as you lifted your legs slightly, revealing your heat– soaked by his precome and your slick– to him.
If looks could touch, you would’ve felt him prodding your entrance, smearing more of your slick all over your folds. You resisted the urge to moan at the sight of him staring dazedly at your sex, never once taking his eyes off you as he wet his lips in anticipation.
He was so distracted by the erotic display in front of him that he bucked his hips without thinking. The thought of having your oh so sinful heat around him, clenching and coaxing him to thrust deeper into you, made his cock twitch in anticipation.
The sudden motion forced you to refocus on him, your gaze landing on his erection. It was standing tall, flushed and hard with desire. Clear essence was leaking out of his tip, trailing down his shaft and past the veins that made itself known every time he was aroused, and dripped onto the sheets underneath him.
You bit down a moan when he bucked his hips again, his lewd action clouding your thoughts once more. It seemed as though he was fully aroused, with how pleasantly thick his length was at the moment. But you knew that was not the end of him. You had felt him grow even more when he was inside you, stretching you with his wide girth, before slowly dragging his cock out of you and slamming it back into you again.
Eager to experience that fullness, you slipped two fingers into your heat, drawing a desperate groan from him as he watched you touch yourself in front of him.
But your fingers were never enough. They would never be. They couldn't stretch you like he would, couldn't reach all the sensitive spots he would hit with terrifying accuracy. Even when your fingers brushed over your swollen clit every time you pushed and pulled them in and out of you, it could never compare to him pleasuring you as he fucked you senseless.
“Release me, kitten.” He groaned, his red eyes darkening with every labored breath he took. He moved his hips along the same pace you had set with your fingers, thrusting up into nothing as he watched you. He wanted– needed– to pull you on top of him, needed to have you crying out his name as he bounced you up and down his cock.
“You know I can do better than those fingers of yours.” He tried pleading with you again while tugging at the restraints you bound him with earlier. It would be easy for him to break out of his cuffs– they are just normal, albeit high quality as Sylus preferred, cuffs after all. But a bet was a bet. The loser would be cuffed and chained to the bed, and they cannot break out of it. That was what was agreed upon.
…But there was nothing said about fighting dirty to get out of them.
“Please baby.” He begged, sincere desperation clinging onto his every word. “Have mercy on me.”
If you were any less experienced, you would’ve fallen for it; his breathy mmhs, his half lidded red eyes staring at you with great hunger, his deliberate thrusts just to simulate the feeling of fucking you– you would’ve ceded control easily if this was anyone else.
But this was Sylus. You knew if you listened, the consequences would be greater than you have ever experienced.
“And have you flip the script on me?” You ignored his wanton display and retorted. To hammer your point home, you stared back into his eyes in challenge, before speaking. “No.”
Like a flip of a switch, the genuine lust reflected in his eyes took on a darker edge. All sincerity shown in his expression and pleas faded, replaced by an unfathomably malicious grin, his unquenchable, all consuming thirst for you finally revealing itself upon his face.
“Learnt my tricks and now using them against me, kitten?” Sylus tilted his head back as he spoke, staring down at you with rapt fascination. “How bold.”
He leaned back into the soft pillows behind him, shifted himself into a more comfortable position and spread his legs further, as though beckoning you to return to him.
“Go on. I promise I won’t fight back… Much.”
You snorted, you had expected that from him. And with slight trepidation and much anticipation, you climbed on top of his once more, straddling his hips.
His eyes were fixated upon your connected parts as you slipped his leaking tip past your folds and into you, his cock throbbing at the sight of you taking his every inch until he was fully sheathed inside you.
He admired your bare form as you sat there, adjusting to his size. If he weren’t bound to this bed, he would’ve had one hand on your hips, while his other cupped your breast and caressed it.
Sylus clicked his tongue in annoyance– not being allowed to touch you as much as he wanted to was more tortuous than he expected.
It didn’t help that you were taking your time, slowly lifting your hips and forcing him to feel every languid drag of your soft walls against his cock before sheathing him within you once more. You eventually picked up the pace, setting yourself to the same rhythm you followed when touching yourself.
“Don’t you want me to move?” Sylus murmured when you stopped to catch your breath. “I could take over if you’re tired.”
Riding him like this was a new experience; usually he would be the one controlling how fast you’d be going, and he would sometimes steady your hips, setting you in place before thrusting up into you. With him so pliant, you weren’t used to him not moving at all– though you did hear him growl at your languid pace and the occasional clanging of chains when he instinctively moved his hands to grab you. It felt almost… foreign, to have him not buck his hips up while you rode him.
But wasn’t this what you wanted?
Pointedly ignoring that gnawing feeling that had pooled within you, you took a deep breath and steeled yourself before meeting his heated gaze.
“More like you want to move.” You retorted, panting lightly. While you weren’t being entirely truthful– you wanted him to move too after all, though you didn’t admit it– what you said was not a lie.
“Beg, and I’ll consider.”
“Copying my tricks… What a sly kitten.” He huffed in amusement. And with a beat, he flicked his hand, and beckoned you closer when he caught your eye with the clinking of chains.
You leaned forward, carefully keeping his cock within you as you adjusted yourself into a more comfortable position. You could hear his quiet grunts now that you were laying on top of him, your soft breasts rubbing against his muscled chest as you continued riding him again, albeit lighter and slower than before.
He sighed into your ear, his voice deep and seductive. “Only for you.”
Before you had time to process his words, his mouth latched onto your earlobe, nibbling it while whispering, his hot breath tickling you. “Let me move baby.”
“Let me fuck you already.”
You moaned at his pleas, your heat clenching around his cock as you rode him with renewed desire. He lightly cursed at your sinful heat tightening around him, pushing him closer and closer to unbridled madness.
The mental barrier that existed between his logical mind and his insatiable lust for you broke the moment you felt him throb inside you, making you moan– “Sylus–”
He responded with an equally needy groan. “Mmh– Fuck– Please. Haven’t you tortured me enough? Do you know how much I want to break these cuffs and fuck you senseless?”
Oh you knew. You watched him clench his knuckles white while you rode him moments ago, his bottom lip bitten in frustration. He also felt tense against you, as though willing himself not to snap his hips up and rut into you like he was in heat.
“C’mon sweetie. Please.” He panted as he pleaded with you, his half lidded gaze capturing your eyes before he spoke once more.
“I need you.”
And how could you possibly say no to that?
“...Fine. But– Mmh–!”
As soon as you gave him your permission, Sylus immediately thrust his hips up, pushing his cock deep into you as you rode him.
He captured your lips when your form jostled forward from the sheer force, the unspoken need conveyed, in one full thrust. He bent his legs up and angled his hips just so that he could pump his needy cock deeper into you while keeping you in a lip lock.
The kiss was bruising, intense in the emotions and desire conveyed. He dominated your mouth and devoured you whole after a fierce power struggle, with him winning only by a thread. If you hadn’t gotten distracted by his cock burying itself into your soft spot which caused you to moan in surprise, he wouldn’t have had the chance to take advantage of you.
Sylus sighed as you tangled your fingers with his hair, and groaned when you gently pulled him away from you. A thin silvery strand of saliva connected your lips, broken as you sat up and gazed down at him.
“Let me break these cuffs baby. I want to touch you.” He begged as you continued riding him at a steady pace, his cock throbbing at the sight of your breasts bouncing with every thrust he did. “Please.”
“...Promise you won’t retaliate?”
“I promise.” ‘For now’, was what went unsaid. He did not have the patience anymore; with you on top of him bare, riding him and clenching those sinfully tight walls around his hard cock, how could he hold back from fucking you senseless until you both were satisfied?
Later, however, was another matter altogether.
With your permission, Sylus used his evol to dissolve the bindings around his wrists, his hands immediately grabbed your hips the moment the cuffs were completely gone.
“You look so sexy being demanding…” He whispered as he forced you to be still as his hips snapped up into you, steadying you against the sheer strength of each and every thrust. The wet and lewd sound of skin slapping against skin punctuated his every move.
“It makes me want to push you down and fuck you even harder.”
“Then– ahhn– What’s stopping you now?”
“That would be me ‘flipping the script on you’, no?” He smirked, his smug expression more evident when he saw you scowl at him. In mock vengeance, you broke free of his grip, pulling yourself upward until only his tip was left inside you, and slammed yourself down his shaft, tightening your walls around the entirety of his hardened cock.
Your little revenge renewed his ever growing lust for you, making him pump his cock into you with greater fervor than before. “Nnh– Sweetie–”
“Sylus–” You gasped, his once steady pace no longer existing, replaced by only erratic and frantic thrusts into your heat. Yet, despite that, he still managed to bury himself deep within your soft spot, grazing it every time he snapped his hips up. A familiar sensation bloomed in your abdomen, rising and tightening with every erotic slap against your skin. “Ah– I’m– ahn–”
Sylus sat up and captured your lips once more, silencing all your wanton pleas and leaving only muffled moans reverberating throughout the room as you finally came undone on top of him, your body reaching that sweet release it had been looking for.
“Fuck–” He cursed as he felt you clench deliciously around him once more, his hips stuttering as your walls pulsing around him as you moaned. He quickly recovered however, fucking you as you fell apart on top of him, wanting you to milk him for all he had then.
“Let me come baby–” He whispered between bruising kisses, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix with every thrust. “Please– I need to– Nnh–”
No longer trusting yourself to form words with your mouth– other than his name and the word ‘please’ of course– you nodded in assent, and let him kiss you once more.
“Thank you kitten.” As soon as those words ended, he wrapped your legs around his waist, cradling your waist as he adjusted himself to kneel on the bed. With better access, he assaulted your neck with his lips as he pumped himself within you over and over, letting your seductive cries spur him on further.
“Sylus–!” With one more moan of his name slipping past your lips, he buried his throbbing cock within you as deep as he could reach, and let your heat clamp down on him tight as he came, his essence filling you and staining your walls. He still continued to fuck you– albeit slower and lazier than before– as he rode out his high, wanting to make sure that all of his essence had been spilled out and in you.
Sylus nuzzled the crook of your neck, and basked in the afterglow. But he was interrupted by a kiss on top of his head.
“What do I have to do to have a repeat?” He heard you ask, which caused him to chuckle.
“Liked me begging for you that much hmm?” Sylus murmured as he planted kisses down your neck. “Win against me. But for tonight…”
“We can go again, if you wish.”