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“Look at you, so beautiful like this.”
The voice was pitched low, a dark, mocking purr that sent a shiver skittering down my spine.
“Let me go!”
I twisted against the bindings on my wrists, but to no avail. The silk ropes held fast to the bedposts, pulled taut enough to keep my arms pinned above my head. My chest heaved with every ragged pant, the sheer, white fabric of my camisole slipping against my skin as I fought the restraints.
“I don’t think so.”
A broad hand braced on the mattress right beside my hip. The mattress dipped under the sudden weight, forcing my body to roll slightly toward the center of the bed. Toward you.
For months, the nightmares of the World Tree had haunted me. The metallic tang of the golden birdcage. The suffocating helplessness. The repulsive, clammy hands of a man who thought he owned me. But this wasn't ALO, and the hands trapping me against the mattress weren't Sugou’s. They were large, calloused, and familiar in a way that immediately had my pulse racing.
We had planned this for weeks. You had double-and triple-checked that I was sure, mapping out strict boundaries and preparing safe words and signals. Now that the moment was actually here, I felt my pulse quickening, my pupils dilating as I searched your face. For just a second, I felt the familiar, reassuring touch of your hand at my hip. Then it was gone as you slipped into your role.
Was my heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird? Yes. But beneath the spike of adrenaline was a pooling warmth between my thighs. A physical reminder that I had asked for this. I was helpless, completely at your mercy, but this time, I was the one who had handed over the keys. It was a reclamation of the trauma that had haunted me until now.
“Such a spirited little bird.”
Your frame blocked out the dim glow of the bedside lamp, casting me entirely in your shadow. A single finger traced a lazy path from my collarbone down to the valley of my breasts, stopping just over my sternum. The touch was light, but it carried the unspoken threat of absolute control.
I jerked my chin away, maintaining the defiance that I knew was fueling us both. “I’ll kill you."
A dark chuckle vibrated in the quiet room. You caught my jaw, your fingers shifting to grip my neck. It wasn't tight enough to restrict my air, but firm enough to hold me perfectly still. A possessive anchor grounding me to the bed. Your thumb brushed over my lower lip, pressing down just hard enough to part my teeth.
"Always fighting." Your gaze dropped to watch my chest hitch with a shaky inhale. "But you belong to me now. It's time you learned how to behave."
My breath caught in my throat at your words. I was already soaked, my body eagerly betraying my feigned resistance. Because God, that was exactly what I wanted. I wanted you to overpower me. I wanted you to take the most terrifying memory of my life and overwrite it with absolute bliss. I wanted you to fuck the fear right out of me until I couldn't remember anything but the weight of your body pressing me into the mattress.
I looked down, finding the thick, hard outline of your cock straining against your jeans. My cheeks flushed at the sight of your arousal. At the knowledge of just how plainly you wanted me. You didn’t see me as a trophy to be locked in a cage. You were just a man, practically trembling with your need to claim me. A man affected, not by delusions of power and control, but by the sight of me.
"Like what you see?" you taunted, shifting your hips just enough to flex the heavy bulge against your pants. "Take a good look. It's the only part of me that's going to show you any mercy tonight."
Your thumb dragged from my lower lip, trailing down my chin and bare throat until your hand wrapped around the neckline of my sheer top. I sucked in a sharp breath and with a violent yank, you tore the fabric down the center. Cool air washed over my skin as the camisole was ripped in two, exposing my breasts completely to your gaze.
I gasped, instinctively trying to cross my arms over my chest, but the silk bindings held my wrists to the headboard. In the World Tree, being exposed had been an agonizing humiliation. It made my skin crawl with shame. But as your dark, hungry eyes dropped to my chest, raking over my stiff nipples, there was no shame. There was only an undeniable heat pooling in my belly.
“So desperate to hide,” you taunted softly, leaning your weight over me. “But you don't get to hide from me.”
Your large hands covered my breasts, calloused palms dragging over my sensitive skin. A fractured moan tore from my throat as you squeezed, your thumbs flicking relentlessly over my peaked nipples. The contrast of your rough grip and the electric pleasure shooting through my body was intoxicating. It was overwhelming. But more than any of that, it was safe.
I instinctively bucked my hips upward, begging for friction, offering myself to you. You noticed the desperate movement, a wicked, arrogant smirk curling onto your lips.
“There it is.”
You practically preened above me. Keeping one hand firmly clamped over my breast, you shifted your weight. With ease, one of your knees wedged itself between my ankles.
“Spread them.”
“No…” I refused, a lie on my tongue.
You didn’t bother asking a second time. You drove your knee upward, forcing my thighs apart effortlessly. You lowered your head, your lips brushing the shell of my ear as your free hand slid down my stomach, fingers pushing past the waistband of my ruined underwear to cup my dripping pussy.
"Look how wet you are for me. You were made to be taken like this." you whispered, your fingers pressing relentlessly against my slick folds.
A single digit slid inside of me, your index finger pushing in a slow stretch. My back arched off the mattress, thighs attempting to close around your hand but to no avail. In ALO, the mere thought of a man’s hands on me had made me feel sick and detached. I had been floating somewhere outside my own body, running purely on survival. But now, there was no detachment. I was fully present in the moment; every part of me intimately aware of your thick finger driving into me. My inner walls spasmed around your finger, my body betraying me as it clamped down around you, trying to drag you deeper.
“You feel that?” You leaned your weight into your hand, keeping me pinned back against the sheets. “Acting so tough, fighting me as if you hate it. But your pussy is begging me for more.”
“Nngh!”
I squeezed my eyes shut, shaking my head even as my hips bucked upwards. I wanted to tell you to shut up, but all that escaped my lips was a high, needy whine as you dragged your finger back out before plunging it deep inside me again.
“Ah…!”
You pumped into me at a steady rhythm, your thumb brushing against my swollen clit, teasing me. The combination sent a wave of ecstasy right through me.
“P-please…” A broken plea left past my lips.
“Please, what? Use your words, Asuna. Tell me what you want.”
“I–More. Please.”
“Good girl.” The dark edge of your tone softened just a fraction, a brief glimpse of the devoted man beneath the pretend monster.
You added a second finger, stretching me wider, your thrusts turning relentless. My breath hitched as you hooked your fingers upward, striking a sweet spot deep inside me that made my vision go white. My heels dug into the mattress as my thighs trembled.
“H-hate you…”
The whimpered words only made you pick up the pace, your fingers pistoning inside me as your thumb worked circles over my clit. The room spun as my eyes fluttered closed, the silk bindings holding my arms above my head completely forgotten. My fingernails dug into my palm, desperately trying to hold onto what remained of my composure even as my walls tightened around your fingers.
Then, just as my climax began to crest, there was a sudden feeling of emptiness. Eyes opened, dilated and confused as they looked at you, finding only a satisfied grin mirrored back at me.
“W-wait…Y-you can’t…”
I arched off the bed, my hips blindly chasing your hand. The shame of my own desperation burned my throat, but I couldn't stop.
“I can. You don't get to come from my fingers,” you drawled.
You raised your fingers to your lips and casually licked the evidence of my arousal off them. The sight alone was enough to make my stomach coil in delicious knots despite the facade I was meant to be upholding. I watched as you shifted, unfastened your jeans as you moved to kneel between my spread thighs.
“You're going to take my cock, and you're going to come so hard you forget your own name.”
The threat–or was it a promise?-had my pupils dilating with promise even as I tugged against my silk bindings in renewed effort, stopping only when you fully exposed your cock to my gaze. God. It was massive. Thick, erect, and throbbing; precum already leaking from the tip. It was beautiful. In the World Tree, the threat of violation–and the violation itself–had filled me with a cold, hollow terror. As I looked at your cock now, though, it wasn’t terror at all. If anything, it was closer to a warm curiosity.
Could I even take all of you?
“No, wait,” I thrashed, trying to squeeze my thighs together. “L-let me go!”
“You’re not going anywhere, Asuna Yuuki.”
Your hands gripped my hips, pinning me down to the mattress with ease. As if my struggle was nothing more than a futile inconvenience. You dragged me towards your body, gripping your cock in one hand as you positioned yourself between my spread thighs. A violent blush colored my cheeks, hips bucking instinctively when I felt your cock brush against my soaked entrance.
The first push wasn’t nearly as rough as it should’ve been. A reminder that this was a controlled environment, and I was the one truly in control. Just when the tip of your dick pushed into me, stretching, you paused, your eyes finding mine. Unspoken was a question and hesitation–waiting for a sign to stop, even as your jaw clenched tight.
Yui. The single name would be enough to end the play now. But the word never came. Instead, I let out a needy breath and helplessly tilted my pelvis upward, chasing more of you even as I struggled.
You fell back into your role with ease. Your hands tightened on my hips, fingers biting into my flesh, and with one brutal thrust, you buried yourself inside me to the hilt.
A scream tore from my lips. It was a mixture of pain, shock, and a pleasure so intense that I found myself seeing stars. I was stuffed full, stretched to my absolute limit, every inch of my body clenching desperately around the thick length now fitting perfectly inside of me.
“Fuck,” you groaned. “You’re so perfectly tight. Mine. You’re entirely mine.”
Your forehead dropped to my shoulder as you held me still, letting me acclimate to your size for just a moment.
“G-get off!”
The protest was empty, betrayed instantly by the way my knees instinctively bracketed your hips to draw you closer.
“I don't think so.”
You withdrew almost completely, leaving me gasping at the sudden, aching emptiness, before your hips snapped forward. You buried your length inside me all over again, forcefully stretching my inner walls and tearing a cry of pleasure from my throat. The wet slap of our bodies colliding fills the room.
“Do you know how long I’ve waited for this?”
I turned my head away as you began to move atop me, my voice cracking. “Y-you’re disgusting.”
But maintaining the terrified facade was becoming more difficult when my walls were fluttering around your cock. When your invasion fits so perfectly inside of me. Mine, you had said. But it wasn't a claim of toxic ownership. You only had this power over me because I had handed it to you. You weren’t stealing this from me. You weren’t taking. This was a giving, a willing surrender, and I wanted to give you everything.
“Fuck.”
You grunted atop me, your own control slipping. One large hand abandoned my hip to grip both of my bound wrists above my head, pinning them down as you started fucking into me harder. I arched off the bed, pert, modest breasts pushing into your chest as the other hand moved to grope them greedily, your thumb rolled over my hardened nipple.
"Ah…! P-please..." The word stuttered on my tongue, no longer a plea to stop, but a desperate demand for more.
You swallowed any further plea, the sounds muffled by the press of your lips against mine. Your tongue pushed into my mouth, a total surrender as you invaded me on both ends, and I surrendered to it completely. After a moment, you broke the kiss, breathing heavily against my flushed cheek.
“My perfect little caged bird. Are you going to cum for me?”
I shook my head no in a defiant display, but every physical tell of my body said yes.
You let out a dark laugh, placing a kiss at the curve of my jaw as you continued to fuck me into the mattress, your cock molding itself into my insides. Your hand that had been on my breast had moved, finding the sensitive bundle of nerves at my clit. The second your thumb pressed down, my facade broke entirely.
"Yes…Oh, God, yes!"
I cried out, my hips bucking wildly to grind against your hand. Despite my earlier refusal, my body began to shake uncontrollably against you, overwhelmed by the dual assault of your thick cock stretching my insides and the ruthless, circling pressure of your thumb. Pleasure crashed over me in a tidal wave. My walls clamped down, squeezing your shaft in rhythmic spasms as the orgasm finally ripped through me.
My vision went white, vaguely aware of a voice that didn't feel like my own, moaning out your name as I drenched your cock. “I’m cumming! I’m–”
“That’s it, Asuna, take it!”
A few moments later, I was vaguely aware of you burying yourself inside of me. The pressure of your cock swelling as you spilled yourself inside of me. The feeling of completeness. I felt your hot, ragged breaths as you breathed into the crook of my neck, and after a moment, you shifted to untie the ropes around my wrist.
With my arms finally free, I instinctively brought them down, curling them tightly around your broad shoulders. You collapsed into the embrace, your strong arms wrapping around me in return, holding me close.
“I’ve got you,” you whispered into my hair.
Your voice wasn’t the rough octave of my captor anymore, but the loving register of the man I trusted with all of this. With my healing.
I buried my face into your chest, my body still feeling boneless. "T-thank you. I…I needed that."
I felt your grip tighten around me, your lips pressing a gentle kiss to the crown of my head. I was utterly ruined, but more than that, I was safe, and I was with you. And I knew there was nowhere else I would rather be.