His, and His Only

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I moaned his name for real, for once I was in full ecstasy and euphoria from sensual touch, I let him go the entire way. I usually stop clients when they touch between my legs. I wanted him to do anything and everything to me, even for free.

Most importantly, I wasn't pretending, I didn't have to close my eyes and imagine something else to get through it. When other vipers come into a den like this it's always the same thing, pay for pleasure. His venom filled me and I ached for more, I didn't care if I could overdose on him.

"I'll be in again, you're mine now," he said softly to me as I was laying my head in his lap, his rough fingers running through my hair. His lit cigar filling the room with gentle swirls of poetic smoke twirling in the air above us.

 Every burn he's had, every piece of work he's done, every soul he's taken I could feel between his ragged prints. Every puff of smoke he took, his throat whistling softly with every exhale. Every ounce of stress pent up, a tiny piece peeling out and releasing little by little as he ran his fingers against my locks.

"Time's up," the bouncer said and opened up the door, looking at Dabi, "you want more time with Rose?"

I looked up at Dabi, he gave a big smile and exhaled happily, "all night," then he handed his card to the bouncer. "Just remind us when you're about to close so my flower can have time to change comfortably when we're done."

"Yes sir," the bouncer said and walked out of the room, closing the door, leaving us unattended once again to begin the embrace of the thousand year old dance of tangled legs and hot bodies sweating against each other.

"Could you handle me all night?" I inquired with a quick wink as I sat up and looked at him with a cheeky smile.

He bit his lip, scanned my body with his eyes down and back up, "you should be asking yourself that question, little rabbit," he leaned close to me, held onto my chin with his thumb and forefinger, he allowed the smoke to fall onto my lips softly as he whispered to me with his gravely slow voice, "I can handle anything."

I shot gunned his smoke and blew it back to his lips, "that's the answer I was looking for," I whispered back as I straddled his lap, he wrapped an arm around the small of my back as our gaze stuck.

"Would you like a drink before I fuck you again?" he pondered, his eyes flickering to look at the details of my body.

"Sure, I'll have Tequila Sunrise, thank you," I said, my eyes doing the same to his body as I gently coasted my fingers across his chest. I picked up the speaker to order the drink and he grabbed it from me.

He said into the speaker, "bring my flower a Tequila Sunrise please, room 7."

"Speaking for me already?" I jokingly asked.

I'm used to a little bit of aggression, especially when it comes to clients. I usually can't stand it though but with him I didn't mind. It felt like a gentle aggression, unknowingly to me his aggression would be best let out through our dates, meet ups, and scenes.

"Only a little bit, when I gag you I'll definitely have to speak for you," he whispered against my lips, subsequently kissed me, causing me to shudder with the upmost sinful thoughts running through my head.

I devoured every single second of the sin he reaped into me that night as he devoured me. Like a grim coming to collect a new soul, to lead someone to a new life, one that he had complete control over.