Heir Reigns

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*SEXUAL CONTENT WARNING*
*CNC WARNING*

    "Usual room, Mr. K?" they ask, not standing up and holding out a key.
    K stops and stares at him. I couldn't figure out what he was thinking but I was already in deep thought about what this guy just asked him.
    Usual room? God!
    "Where's Jenny?" K asks, sounding intrigued, and takes the key from him.
    The guy pauses and intertwines his hands so suddenly.
    "Under the desk," he admits, with a deep breath.
    K lets out a very loud and genuine laugh as he continues to lead us down the hall and I look back at the guy who is no longer paying attention and full-on clenching his seat with his head up to the sky.
    Maybe this place is also for sex addicts, Jesus Christ. And K is a fucking regular.
    I try to shake the thoughts racing in my head. I mean I knew he was experienced, but what if he's only a one-night kinda guy? The thought of that made me uncomfortable.
    K unlocks the door and guides me in, shutting and locking the door behind us. The room is quaint compared to the environment surrounding it on the outside, with ambient lighting, and concrete walls with wooden accents. Such a modern touch to it, it was so out of place compared to the chaos downstairs. It looked smaller on the outside, but it was a decent size on the inside. There was a foggy glass door on the opposite side of the main door, probably a bathroom, a dresser on one side, and hooks holding various toys or torture weapons, whichever word suited them best. There was a bed, obviously, with a frame connected to the ceiling. The headboard itself had a giant X plastered to it with a shelf underneath it.
    Interesting design choice, I wondered why they made it that way.
    There was a tiny sectional couch in the corner with a cute end table, a plant, and a tiny lamp to match. I wondered who designed this room and if they were all like this.
    "Get comfortable," K booms behind me, startling me for a brief moment. He placed the key on the shelf by the door and headed for the wall near the sectional. There was a tiny button that he clicked and a piece of the wall went into itself and a built-in shelf of liquor appeared to take the place of the wall. It was lit underneath.
    "I didn't expect this," I finally say as I make my way to the couch. "My first time here and I'm in awe of everything."
    K pours himself more tequila on the rocks and sits next to me.
    "Aren't you going to offer me a drink?" I asked, testing him already.
    "No," He grunts. "You're cut off, darling."
    My mouth drops open.
    Cut off? The hell?!
    "But I'm basically sober," I laugh.
    He doesn't say anything and instead takes out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket. He leans over the table, takes his mask off, and lights one.
    I can only see him from the side and a mess of black hair spills all over his face, hard to see anything besides the perfect slope of his nose matched by plump lips.
    Oh my.
    My heart skips a beat. I could finally see how far up his tattoo went. The lines trailed up his neck into his hair, meaning it had to have caressed his skull. The idea of getting a skull tattoo sounded painful and I couldn't imagine why he chose to do that, but it was attractive. He must've gotten it a long time ago because his hair was long, reaching the third spinal vertebrae of his tattoo, but the sides were cut short. His haircut didn't even look a day old.
    "What are you thinking about?" He questioned, not turning to look at me, and taking a swig instead, followed by his cigarette.
    "Who are you?" I whispered, realizing too late that the words had escaped me.
    I was entranced by him. He was so mysterious, so demanding, something pulling me into him. The attraction was already there with his mask, but now he seemed exposed in this state.
    Maskless. Drink and cigarette in hand. Skin exposed. Ink leaking in his blood.
    He downed his drink, put his cigarette out, leaned back, and stretched his arm on the back of the couch behind me. He ran his fingers through his hair and finally turned to look at me.
    My heart flutters. His familiar green eyes pierce through mine. Perfect thickened brows. His features complemented each other so exquisitely. Perfect nose. Perfect lips.
    "This."
    "Holy shit, you are so handsome," I flutter.
    "Thank you," He lets out a grin and just like I expected, a perfect smile.
    I wanted to melt into his arms, my thoughts were being filled with him. How damn attractive he is, who the hell he is, and how well-known he is around here. They were all thoughts about him. I had forgotten all about Valerie and what time it was. At this moment, I wanted to be here. With him.
    Just us.
    "Atalia," his blunt voice snaps me back. "Where do you keep disappearing to? What are you thinking about?"
    "Sorry, I think I need a shot to function," I let out a small laugh. "I think myself to oblivion when I'm sober."
    "Yeah, I'm noticing that," He furrows his brow and gets up to pour me a shot. "Tequila?"
    "Yeah," I nod, feeling surprisingly anxious to be locked in a room with a ridiculously hot man who happened to be shirtless.
    And dangerous.
    He handed me the glass and I downed it to calm my spastic nerves. I didn't want to lose my composure around him this early on and get lost in my head like I always do.
    "Better?" He asked, looking concerned.
    I think it was him that was affecting me. His entire demeanor changed when we came in here. Something about it seemed...corrupt.
    That doesn't seem like the right word; whatever it was, something in him had shifted and I couldn't put my tongue on it.
    "Tell me what you felt outside," He ordered.
    "What do you mean?" I asked, feeling interrogated.
    He gives me another one of his pauses and inquisitive stares.
    I clear my throat and try to answer properly, "Hmm, eager? Excited."
    "Anything else?" He pried, sounding softer.
    "Surprisingly calm. Like it was only us and the moment we were sharing," I admit, turning my body towards his, trying to seduce him.
    This is his "usual" room. Did you forget that?
    I looked down as the thought entered my mind, feeling inadequate.
    "Why the sudden disappointment?" K soothed.
    God, I can't hide anything from you. Not sure how I feel about being read like this!
    "You're known here. This is your 'usual' room. Am I going to be a one-night kind of girl?" I implored.
    "I'm not a one-night kind of guy." He rubs his lip with his thumb before continuing. "You said you felt calm. That's what I like to do, it's more complex than a one-night stand. A BDSM relationship is an ongoing thing. You can't practice it without consent, one night doesn't do me any justice. It's too dull for me. One night doesn't give you much insight into boundaries or let you explore anything. I like to cater to my subs' needs and my own."
    "So, you prefer a long-term experience?" I pondered.
    He stared right into me, "Yes."
    I bite my lip, "Why'd you ask me how I felt?"
    "Insight. I was testing your boundaries and your subspace," He lets out a sly smile and looks down at my lips. "I learned a lot from you at that moment."
    I scoff, "And what's that?"
    "I told you that you were making it too easy for me," He takes a second to eye me up and down, making me tingle. "You like being manhandled, you're into CNC, slightly bratty, and possibly an exhibitionist."
    I blush at his words and look down.
    He is...insanely observant. How did he figure out what I was into before I knew it?
    I look back at him feeling flustered, "You're going to have to explain a lot of that to me. First, what's a subspace?"
    He grins at the question and I feel warm inside that he's not judging me at all, "A lot of people will give you one definition: when you've reached a point during the scene that you are in complete and utter bliss, nirvana, and float away mentally. I say there are two definitions, the second one being that the sub prepares themself and gets into the right mindset to be completely dominated. They leave their worries and regular thoughts behind to indulge in the moment and get into full submissive mode. That's the definition I use more often."
    I take in his words, learning from him already.
    "So, you're saying that you noticed I have a subspace?" I smiled, feeling very seen.
    "You do," He glared at me. "You told me."
    "How?"
    "You said you felt calm and that it was just us. Didn't you?" He tilted his head like a condescending parent which made me blush.
    "Yea..." I trail off slightly embarrassed, but urge past it. "Okay, so then what's CNC?"
    He stared into my eyes and flickered his gaze to my lips for a brief moment and I squeezed my legs together to subdue myself.
    He lets out an erotic hum, the tension lifting between us.
    "Why don't I give you a soft introduction to that?" He soothes in a deep tone.
    "O-okay," I gasp.
    "Good. Since it's a test run, say 'yellow' if you feel unsure about anything I'm doing. We'll pause and you tell me what you don't like. Say 'red' if you are past your limit, we'll stop completely and I'll immediately give you aftercare. Understand?"
    "Yeah," I nod my head.
    He lowers his eyes, "I expect a 'sir' when I ask you something, little girl."
    My heart flutters at his sudden demand, "Yes, sir."
    "Good girl," he purrs and my sex was calling for my attention. "Remember your safe words, this is an extreme scenario but I have trust in you to vocalize your limits. I don't respond to 'no' and I don't respond to 'stop.' Is that clear?"
    "Yes, sir," I bite my lip to hide my anticipation.
    Extreme scenario! But he said he trusts me! Eek!
    "One last thing," He inches closer to me, his eyes looking deep into mine, and his lips looking so kissable. "I'm trusting you and you're going to have to trust me. Your pleasure comes first. And don't be scared to test my limits or patience, meaning you can react however you want but keep in mind that I'll know exactly how to handle you."
    "Is that a death threat, sir?" I coaxe, seductively.
    He lets out a wicked grin, "Yes."
    I feel a throb between my legs. The danger was calling to me. He doesn't look away as the heat rushes to my face and between my legs. I instinctively look down.
    "Let me wash the cigarette off my hands and then I'll handle you."
    I bite my lip as I watch him go into the foggy glass door, feeling anxious yet excited about what he is about to do to me.
    I took the liberty of getting up and quickly fixing myself another shot to mentally prepare for whatever was to come. He gave me a green light to test his limits, but his words of "knowing exactly how to handle me" dawned on me. The feeling of being threatened crept back into my spine.
    I have no idea what the fuck I'm in for.
    I slam the shot and suck on a lemon for a second which was conveniently on the liquor stand. It seemed like he was taking a while in there...wait. There's no water running.
    I turn to look at the bathroom door but before I can, I feel a sudden forceful grasp around my mouth and the other gripping around my entire waist, aggressively forcing me against him.
    I start to gasp and let out muffled screams and grunts.
    The grip was strong, it was difficult to squirm and impossible to make a run for it.
    "Hush, baby," K booms in my ear, taking a small bite out of my earlobe and I pant.
    Oh my god.
    I lessened my squirms, but my breathing was uncontrolled.
    With one quick maneuver, he flips me over and presses me against the wall, his hand still over my mouth, the other one gripping my waist tight, and his knee forcefully being pushed in between my legs. He was towering over me and I stared up at him with wide eyes while he looked down at me with a lethal dark coldness in his heavy stare.
    He was smiling.
    I start squirming again and this time trying to add more force to it, gripping his shoulders and trying to close my legs around his knee.
    "Keep going," he taunts, being completely unphased by my attempts to get free.
    I furrow my brows and take that as an invitation to try harder. I wrap my grip around his arm holding my mouth and dig my nails into his skin, hard.
    He lets in a sharp exhale and lets go of me for a brief moment before forcefully grabbing my hands mid-struggle and pinning them against the wall.
    I was panting so heavily and whimpering.
    "I've barely moved a muscle, darling. Is that all you got?" He teased sounding so erotic and I knew I was leaving a puddle on his knee.
    Why is this turning me on so much? I'm trapped by him.
    "You're drenching my fucking knee," He whispers so bluntly, easing his face closer to mine and I instinctively pant some more. "You're at my mercy, pet."
    I whimper at his words and feel the ridge of his leg graze me right on my sweet spot.
    Oh god.
    My skirt had ridden so high up that I knew for sure that my panties were exposed, within minutes he had me a complete and utter mess. I needed some gratification and I needed it now while he was looking at me the way he was.
    I start to wiggle my hips and pant heavier while he flicks his eyes down, he watches me for a second before looking at my eyes and letting out another malicious grin.
    "Oh, baby," He leans in and his lips finally meet mine.
    I was expecting a soft passionate kiss, but he had other plans. He was kissing me with a hunger and aggression that was making me needier than I already was. I start to aggressively grind on him and he lets go of my hands, but quickly finds my throat and hair. Suffocating me and pulling me to look up at him.
    I was moaning with a desperation I didn't know I had in me.
    He pulls his lips away from mine and starts licking and biting my neck, his hands gripping my chest and waist, holding me in place. I moan and think about running my hands through his hair, but I still wanna fight. So I place my hand on his forehead and the other somewhere on his chest and push him, but I am greeted with pain instead.
    He was holding onto me with his teeth.
    I let out a sharp squeal.
    "Let go of me!" I pant, straining to free myself.
    His grip tightens around me and he stops biting me, but picks me up like a rag doll as I try to squirm my way away from him and think about actually trying to hurt him to see how he'd react. The adrenaline was sending something through me, I didn't think I'd be into this and yet here I was entranced in it. He was walking me over to the bed so I started slapping, kicking, and squirming like a maniac.
    "Put me down!" I yelled.
    On command, he throws me on my back onto the bed and I flip over as soon as I make contact, pulling myself forward aiming for one of the sides of the bed to find an escape route. I was aroused, but heavily into the scenario and the only thing replaying in my head was "Get away, get away!" As I inch closer to the edge of the bed, K slams both his hands on the bed, scaring me the right amount to look back at him. He's still fucking smiling, but this time it looks more wicked than it did before and it sends chills down my spine.
    Oh my god. What if he's not pretending anymore?!
    The fear spills onto my face as he grabs my ankles, flips me over, and pulls me closer to him once more.
    I scream out of shock, but he doesn't stop. He climbs on top of me and pins my hands down onto the bed and I can't squirm away. His legs are in between mine, but he has them sprawled out so wide that I can't maneuver around him to get free. I was already sweaty and feeling scared.
    Say yellow, say yellow!!
    I let out a pathetic cry as he stared down at me.
    "It's useless, dollface," K stated. "Look how easy it is for me to bend you at my mercy."
    I couldn't speak, I felt a huge lump in my throat and all that came out was a soft "please."
    He doesn't acknowledge it and instead pins my hands above my head so he can hold them in place with one hand while the other one roams over my body.
    My breathing was unparalleled. My lungs were working in overdrive and my brain had kicked into high gear, making me believe that I was actually in danger, but even then no words came out of my mouth.
    Oh, God!
    He rips one of the straps off my underwear with one quick motion and starts tracing his fingers up and down my sex.
    "Fuck," he groans. "You're soaked."
    He was touching me so gently and softly, I expected aggression, but what a wonderful surprise.
    Oh.
    It felt so good.
    He stops abruptly and shoves his fingers in my mouth, pushing them as deep as they can go, reaching the back of my throat and I gag.
    "Good girl," He praises and I moan.
    You're okay, he told you to trust him. Trust him.
    He puts his hand back between my legs and I feel so much pleasure from his motions that I start to roll my hips to match his rhythm. He was watching what he was doing, looking so fucking hot toying with me.
    "Kiss me," I beg.
    He looks up, with his menacing stare, and leans down to kiss me. My lips are parted to meet his, but he spits in my mouth instead. He pulls his face back just enough so I can feel his breath and grabs my face with his wet fingers.
    "You're in no position to make demands, sweetheart," He bites his lip and smears his spit and my arousal all over my face.
    I gasp.
    "Please, sir," I pant, feeling more aroused than ever.
    "That's more like it," K smiles and lets our lips connect.
    There's a hunger and passion to his soft kiss. He nibbles and sucks on my bottom lip and then guides his tongue to wrestle with mine. I moan at his sweet fire.
    God, you are so fucking hot.
    He slightly pulls away, rubs his thumb over my lip, and lets out a deep groan.
    "You're being so good for me, baby," he soothes.
    I bite my lip with his praise, feeling so eager for whatever he is planning on doing next.
    He partly lifts himself off of me and switches his hands, the wetness of his fingers rubbing into my wrists. He uses his free hand to unbuckle his pants and does it so effortlessly like he's done it a million times before.
    I was nervous yet had a hint of anticipation to see what he would pull out of them.
    Before he pulls them down he gets up and growls.
    "What?" I ask, feeling sad that he had moved so far away from me and maybe I had caused his frustration.
    "Don't fucking move," He ordered as he went to the dresser and pulled out some black rope and something else I couldn't see. "Can't fuck you mercilessly if you're not bound."
    The color might've left my face.
    "Should I be scared?" I whispered as he turned back to me.
    Looking at me with all his glory. I hadn't even gotten the chance to notice that he had taken his chains off, but he was still so magnetizing. The V on his torso looked so prominent as his unbuckled pants were barely grazing his hips, holding on to muscle and a little bit of hope. His disheveled hair looked wet and complimented his structure so beautifully.
    I take in a deep breath as he gives me a death stare and I want to sink further into the bed to escape him.
    "Yes," He finally answers. "Be very fucking scared."
    I gasp.
    He kneels between my legs and looks down on me. As if he was asking me to worship him.
    His confidence and power filled the room.
    K falls over, both his hands on either side of me very close to my face and I flinch on instinct. He gets ridiculously close to my face, studies my lips for a moment, and then kisses me once more. Pulling away before I can fall into his lips, he grabs my hands and starts wrapping the rope around them. I couldn't see what he was doing but trusted him. I wiggled my hands a little bit to see what he would do.
    He flickers his eyes down to mine, the threat behind them.
    I let out a tiny smile.
    "Watch yourself, sweetheart," he teases.
    "I didn't do anything, sir," I bite my lip.
    He finishes up the knot and throws my hands onto the bed, he leans down, pulls my breasts out of my top, and sucks one nipple very gently, but then bites down on it very roughly.
    "Ah!" I squeal and squirm to get away from his grasp.
    He releases me and then uses his fingers to pinch both of them, pulling them as he twists.
    I moan in pleasure and pain, feeling like I was getting edged.
    "I'm only teasing you," he pants. "You forget that you're at my mercy. One wrong move, I'll end you."
    "Yes, sir," I say, sounding like I was pleading for mercy already.
    He gets back up and grabs the rest of the rope, wraps it around my breasts, angles my legs towards my chest, and starts wrapping it around one leg.
    He must know a lot about knots or just knows Shibari in general because watching him working with the rope was so hot. Wraps around eases it through the loop, secures it, and moves on. He's finishing off with my last ankle when I think he's finished, but then he grabs my hands and starts wrapping the last of the rope around the knot he already had in place.
    "How are you so good at this?" I asked without thinking, sending me into a pit of thoughts.
    He told you he was experienced, he's probably done this a million times. You're not special.
    Just then I hear a loud slap followed by stinging on my left thigh right above my buttcheck.
    I squeal at the sudden jolt of pain.
    "Stay here with me, pet," K demanded, harshness in his tone. "Don't ask me questions that are going to cause you to react that way. I'll always snap you back into reality."
    I looked at him and saw that he was holding a paddle, it was black leather and had the word Babygirl written on it.
    Seeing it makes me instantly blush.
    "Yes, sir," I accept his new demand.
    "Good girl," He soothes. "Let's check that you've been listening."
    He gets up and makes his way around the bed, running the paddle up my leg.
    "What do you say when you're reaching your limit?" He asks, pausing his movement and rubbing the paddle on the same spot. It's one miss-step away from my sex, I'd be fucked if he doesn't have good aim, which gives me anxiety, but I doubt he'd miss. Unless it was on purpose.
    I pause and try to remember what he had told me, trying to transcribe our conversation in my head.
    We just had it, why can't I suddenly remember?
    An even worse smack than the first one he gave me makes contact with my skin. He didn't miss, but it was so much more forceful than before.
    I wince at the pain.
    "This should be easy, sweetheart, we just talked about it," he snarls. "Taking too long to remember is risky for you, not just because I can do whatever I want with you, but because what if you need it?"
    "I'm sorry, I was trying to refresh my memory," I pleaded.
    He smacks me again in the same spot, just as hard.
    "So what is it then?"
    I wince once more, letting out a scream.
    "I-I-," I start, trying to remember.
    Another smack, this one was more forceful than the others and hurt twice as much in the same spot.
    Yellow!
    I scream it as soon as it hits my brain.
    "Good," He soothes and walks around the bed, again, teasing my other leg now. "What's the word for needing me to stop immediately?"
    "R-red," I answer right away.
    He smacks me anyway, just as hard.
    "Red what?" He asks and I hear the pleasure in his voice.
    He's doing this for his own satisfaction!
    "Red what?" I asked, uneasy and confused at what he was asking me.
    "What are you supposed to call me?" He questioned.
    "Red, sir!" I almost yell.
    "Pity," he snarls.
    I calm down as he lifts the paddle and think I'm in the clear, but then I feel an even worse sting in the same spot!
    "Sir?!" I yell.
    "Make sure you don't forget that or you'll become best friends with this paddle."
    "Yes, sir," I pant, feeling nervous that he might hit me again just for fun.
    "You're here with me, aren't you?"
    "Yes, sir."
    "Good, keep it that way."
    He throws the paddle on the bed, rips his pants off, angles me towards him, and stares down at me.
    He leans his hand down and angles it underneath my mouth, "Spit."
    I do as I'm told and watch him as he rubs it on me gently and I feel excited to be able to finally feel him after all this anticipation. His size looked impressive and he was rock hard from what I could see, knowing that hitting me with the paddle must've gotten him off once more. I've never taken anything as big as him and I feared that he was gonna hurt me.
    Just then he grabbed something else that had been hanging out by my head that I hadn't noticed and powered it on.
    Vibrator.
    He sets it on the strongest mode and I can't wait for it, this was turning out to be very pleasurable.
    K starts by lightly running it on my thighs leading down on both sides and then a soft touch above my sex, I wiggle my hips for his next move. It was almost impossible to move and impossible to squirm at all, but I tried anyway. I tried to maneuver myself upright and reach the vibrator but failed because of the position he had me in.
    He places his hand underneath my belly button and pushes me down.
    "Easy, pet," He whispers. "Hold this for me."
    He tangles the vibrator between my bound fingers and I grip it, watching it still vibrate.
    I swear he's doing this shit on purpose, starting so aggressively, so hungry, and now edging me for his pleasure. God!
    K takes a pillow from the head of the bed, places it between us, and lifts me onto it like I weighed nothing to him. With that one quick motion, he had closed the gap between us; my feet were resting on his chest. He grabs the vibrator from me, without any pause, and places it straight on my sweet spot.
    "Oh my god," I let out as soon as it hit me.
    The power on the toy was strong and felt way too good, I couldn't even move. It had sent me into sweet bliss straight away. K is holding it steady in the same spot as he eases his hand underneath my belly button again, applying a little more pressure than before.
    "Come whenever you're ready," K ordered, sounding so erotic. "After this first one, ask for permission before you do. Got it?"
    I nod and clench my toes, feeling it building and building.
    He lifts the vibrator away from me and I squeal with frustration.
    "Oh, please!" I yell.
    "Use your words, little girl," He snarls.
    "Oh, god," I mumble, trying to collect myself. "What did you say?"
    K shakes his head, giving me a lethal glare, "Tsk, tsk."
    He powers the vibrator off, grabs the paddle, and starts running it up and down my sex.
    "Sir," I plead, throbbing from lack of stimulation so suddenly. "Please."
    "Yes, beg me, pet," he nibbles on my calf as he stares right into me. "What did I say?"
    I bite my lip, feeling so frustrated, trying to remember what the fuck he just said.
    "Wrong answer."
    The wind hits my pussy before the paddle does, but when it comes into contact, I feel the sting throughout every part of it.
    I cry in pain.
    "Please sir," I pant. "Repeat it for me."
    He gives me two smacks in the same spot, hard and fast.
    "One for making demands," he says so harshly. "And two for making me repeat it. I don't like to repeat myself, Atalia. I'll help you out this last time, but the next time, your best friend the paddle-, is going to jog your memory for me. Got it?!"
    "Yes, sir!" I yell, feeling the sting still pulsating on my skin.
    "Good. Now, I said that you can come right away, only one time. After that, you have to ask me for permission. Is that understood?" He rubs the paddle over me again and I flinch when it grazes my clit.
    "Yes, sir," I whine. "Please."
    He bites his lip, trades the paddle for the vibrator, puts it back on my sweet spot, and presses his palm onto my stomach once more. The sting of the paddle had triggered something else, making it feel so much sweeter to get stimulated gently once more, the buildup coming faster than before. I had vibrators in the past, but nothing this powerful. My legs begin to tremble uncontrollably, feeling grateful that the rope was keeping them restrained. I felt the tingles forming in between my legs, traveling throughout my legs and I forced myself to stand incredibly still as I felt my climax gathering strength and the heat was rising in me.
    "Come, baby," K soothes and with that I completely combust.
    My moans fill the air as I ride out the pleasure.
    As I was starting to come down and the sensitivity was rising, I felt K rubbing his tip at my entrance.
    I gasp as he eases into me without warning. I had made it easy for him to do so considering how drenched I was. He was rock hard and the immediate pleasure I got from it sent me into another spiral of bliss.
    "Oh, can I come, sir?" I begged, as he slowed into me and the vibrator was still buzzing on.
    "Not yet, pet," he groaned.
    I whined as I tried to control myself from finishing. K angled himself to be able to thrust into me and switched the vibrator to his other hand. He was positioning himself for something drastic, I just knew it.
    I was right.
    He starts moving his hips, keeping the vibrator on me, and gripping onto me to follow his movements.
    "Oh my god," I moaned, feeling nothing but pleasure and like I was about to combust. "Please, sir, can I come?"
    "Not yet," He ordered, picking up the pace a little more and hitting me deeper.
    "Please, sir!" I cried, full-on pleading for release. "Please, please let me come. I can't hold it any longer, please let me come!"
    "Come then, sweetheart," K says and I know that he's smiling.
    But I'm lost in my wave of pleasure, trying to hold it in had made it so much stronger to let it go. My legs trembled uncontrollably and I felt the familiar feeling of water rushing out of me. I know that I pushed him out, but I couldn't contain myself as I rode out the pure bliss of feeling oh-so-good.
    "Fuck," I hear K whisper. "My favorite."
    I moan from it all, his words, his godlike self owning my body, the fact that I'm restrained, how I had to ask for permission, how he knows exactly what the fuck he's doing.
God.
    Without another moment's pause, he takes the vibrator away and rubs my clit with his hand at the right speed and pressure. I groan as more spills out of me.
    "That's it, baby," he booms and slides back into me.
    This time he was forceful, his gentle soft approach suddenly disappearing. He latched onto my waist with his free hand, putting the vibrator back on me, and then thrusting into me so heavily.
    Aggressive and demanding.
    His pace quickened and all I could feel was thrust after thrust as he pounded deep into me, mercilessly. All I could do was moan and whine with his newfound greedy approach and I was getting ready to combust once more. He had sent me into a trance of pure bliss, I couldn't even form a single coherent thought anymore, it was straight pleasure and otherwordly. It felt as if I had transcended into a different dimension, or possibly just a different headspace. My hearing was in and out of range, the heat and tingling in my legs had become undeniably prominent, and I felt myself tightening around him.
    "Can I come, sir?" I whispered, unable to move or even open my eyes.
    "Come, baby," he affirms, but it sounds so muffled.
    I completely shatter underneath him. All that I had built up or all that I had left in me completely releases itself deep within me causing me to not only tremble uncontrollably but spasm from the power of it. I could feel him slam into me, he was throbbing, and his pace had slowed drastically. He dug his fingers into my waist deep enough to leave a bruise. All I could hear were muffled grunts and slow deep strokes.
    I hadn't even realized that I was screaming when my hearing came back into range. I had come completely undone and no longer could be present with him, it felt as if I was floating. Like I could easily fall asleep.
    I can hear K breathing heavily as he slides out of me gently.
    "Fuck," he moans, powering off the vibrator before he throws it onto the bed.
    I close my eyes as I try to gather myself, feeling him pulling at my restraints. Soon enough he had completely untied me, sat me up to rest on his chest, and was force-feeding me water.
    "Where did this water come from?" I sighed, feeling all giggly and warm inside.
    "Just got it, sweetheart," K soothes. "Drink up."
    "Mhm," I hum as I drink more from the glass.
    "You okay?" He asks, his demeanor turning somewhat softer and warmer.
    "Absolutely," I manage to answer. "I can't think properly."
    "Good," he says, leaning back on the headboard, running his thumb on my shoulder. "Your friend has been calling you nonstop for the past 5 minutes, by the way."
    My eyes widen at his words and I gasp.
    Crap, Valerie! I completely forgot!
    "Shh," K soothes as he hands me my phone. "It's right here."
    The tension that I was gathering eased right back out with his calm soothing energy. He was somehow keeping me grounded instead of letting my anxiety flood back into my system. I grab the phone from him and see that Valerie has called me 12 times... in the past 6 minutes.
    And as if right on cue, my phone lights up and starts buzzing once more.
    I take a deep breath and answer on the second ring, "Hello?"
    "Bitch, what the fuck!?" She yells into the phone, no music in the background and I wondered where she was. "Where the hell are you? I've been worried sick!"
    "For 6 minutes?" I laugh. "I'm fine, where are you?"
    "On the patio with what's his face," I hear K's friend mutter something to her, to which she lets out a "whatever" and returns to me. "Are you about ready to go? It's getting pretty late."
    "Can you give me a few minutes? I'll meet you in the main lobby," I pleaded and I heard her immediately gasp.
    "Oh," She lets out a laugh. "Hurry up."
    She hung up the phone, but not before I heard her say something to K's friend once again.
    "Right on time," K booms, letting out a smile. "You know, aftercare usually lasts longer than 6 minutes."
    "I'm sorry, she's very demanding," I let out a small laugh, feeling saddened that I would have to leave him. "Will I see you again?"
    "Up to you, sweetheart," K says, looking even more attractive somehow.
    "Then yes," I bite my lip.
    He smiles and lowers his gaze to my lips, leaning in for a soft wet kiss.
    "Mhm," he hums as he pulls away. "Get dressed."
    "You ripped my underwear," I admit, wondering what I was going to do about that.
    K gets up from the bed, pulls his pants on, and eyes me up and down. His messy hair looked just as sexy as it did before. "Seems like an easy fix if you ask me," He bites his lip.
    I give him a questioning look, "How so?"
    K leans on the bed and gets extremely close to my face, "Pull your fucking skirt down, sweetheart."
    I stare into him, suddenly feeling hot and flustered once more and finally understanding what he was hinting at.
    "Okay," I whisper.
    K grabs his things from around the room and lights another cigarette before running his fingers through his hair.
God! This man. So yum.
    "You know, I should've asked you this before," He pauses, taking a big drag. "Are you on birth control?"
    I'm putting my breasts back into my top when I feel immediately embarrassed at the question, "N-no."
    "Tsk," K lets out an excessive amount of smoke. "You're going to need a plan b."
    Oh.
    "How do you expect me to go commando when you..." I let the words trail off. "You know."
    He laughs at my words.
    After all that embarrassment, K held my hand after we left the room, turned the key back into the receptionist, and led us back to the main lobby. He had his entire outfit back together, including his mask, and was expressing to me how usually he likes to talk about the "scene" after it's finished to see what we could work on for next time, but we had run out of time. I was feeling more self-conscious considering that I had lost my underwear and I was on edge that more of his come would spill out of me because you couldn't tell that he just had sex, but it was written all over me. I knew it was. He gave me his phone and told me to put my number in. He said he'd keep in touch, but before I could ask for his real name or even for his number, his friend came in followed by Valerie. He kissed my hand through his mask before he and his friend both disappeared back into the nightclub part of the building.
    Valerie approached me and gave me a big hug, which was kind of unexpected as I was still watching K's confident stride slip away.
    "We have so much to talk about, you fucking whore!" Valerie yells as she drags me outside.

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