sickeningly sweet

poison?

     Katherine hesitates, pushing open the thick and heavy wood door of Valentinos office. The intricate carvings in the wood caught her attention as it creaked open. Her small frame peaks around the door as her green eyes roam the room, stopping as they land on the massive man. He was sitting at his desk, feet propped up on a mound of papers as he leaned back in his chair, lounging casually. His cigarette smoke was wafting through the air, a cloud of soft, pink miasma which filled the room, a cherry scent unforgettable as it seeped into her senses. Her gaze fixated on the red line streaming from the pipe in his fingers. She was entranced almost immediately. The smile that crossed his face was villainous as his eyes met hers. Nervousness filled her body and her knees were weak as she spoke. Her voice was not much stronger than her legs.
     "Uh, I was wondering if you could help me? I'm looking for my friend, his name is Angel."
She slips through the door with soft steps, her entire frame now visible to him. Her black, long sleeved crewneck sweater was a little too big, almost covering the short plaid skirt underneath. Her pale legs were barely covered by the pair of ripped fishnets underneath. His facial expression is a prime example of delighted amusement, one eyebrow raising as he acknowledges she needs something from him. He puffs his cigarette slowly before he replies, "Ah, and just how old are you, little doll?"
     She's taken aback by the question, not really expecting that to be a topic of conversation. Her eyes drift around the large room, her nose wrinkling into a look of disgust as she notices the handcuffs hanging from the large bed across the room to her right. The bed was dressed nicely in wine red silk fitted sheets, a duvet of the same color draping over the edge of the bed that could surely fit four or more people. She drinks in her environment, her gaze soon finds his again and she responds,
     "Uh, I died when I was twenty, but I've been here two years. I'm really just looking for my friend, is he here?" She nervously pulls the sleeves of her sweater over her hands, fidgeting with her fingers. He retracts his feet from the top of his desk, planting them on the ground as he leans forward and blows a puff of iridescent red smoke from his lips. His amused smile never leaves his face as he says,
      "Mhm, but why would I tell you where he's at?" She was honestly a bit dumbfounded by his question. He really didn't have to tell her, but she just couldn't understand why he was being so intentionally unhelpful. She squinted her eyes at his smoke, feeling frustrated.
     "Do you ever put that thing out? Look, if you aren't going to tell me where Angel is, I'm just going to leave. I'm kind of under a time constraint." She rolled her eyes in annoyance and walked closer to his desk, standing in between the two chairs that sit on the other side. "I was told he works here, that means you know where he is." She points a finger at him, his eyes following it as his face continues to hold a teasing smirk, he was actually entertained by her demands.
     "Okay, I'll cut you a deal," as the words leave his lips he sticks his hand out as if to shake hers. The air around them gusts wildly, scarlet swirls fill the empty spaces between them. Her breath catches in her throat, eyes going wide as her hair whips around her face. She shoves his hand away from her frantically, attempting to cease the chaos around them.
     "N-no! No deals! I'm not an idiot." The words fall from her mouth in an exasperated manner. She takes a step back from the desk, suddenly feeling terrified of this demon in front of her.
"Not for your soul, sweet angel, just a simple favor for a favor. I'll tell you where Angel is, all you have to do is stay here with me for an hour. Only rule is you can't leave, and, well, you can't tell me no."
     She furrows her brow, thinking hard about his offer. It was just an hour, she thought. What could he really do to her in an hour? Without a word she stepped forward, reaching the desk once again. This time, she sat in one of the padded chairs across from him and extended her hand to his. The wild smile that stretched across his face that made her feel uneasy. She bit her lip as their hands met, and the wind blew sporadically once again. The air was glowing bright red and his touch sent shivers down her spine.
     Almost as quickly as it began, the wind soon fell to a stop. Their eyes were locked and he held her hand tightly in his grasp. With his other hand he slowly brought his pipe to his lips, almost in slow motion, and pulled her closer. She was leaning over the desk at this point, her chest almost touching the chesnut beneath her.
     "First things first.' he spoke low, almost growling with anticipation. He bent forward, face inches away from hers as he clouded her vision with his vermillion smoke. She tried to hold her breath, but was soon overtaken by the bittersweet smog. As the smoke cleared, her vision stayed blurry. Her head was spinning and her body was suddenly sensitive. He watched her from across the desk, grinning as he sensed his powers were manipulating her. After all, his smoke could pretty much make her want anything he'd ask of her, the little deal was just a safety net.
     "Feeling okay, doll?" The words rolled off of his tongue almost sarcastically. "Why don't you come here, let Daddy take care of you." Her thoughts were impaired from the smoke, sure, but her face still curled into a look of disgust at his words. She opened her mouth to tell him to fuck off, but nothing came out. Suddenly she felt an intense, almost magnetic, pull from her body toward Valentino. She actually couldn't tell him no. She stood up on wobbling legs, her heart beating quickly as she stepped toward him. After a few steps, she was around his desk, stopping in front of him as he sat smirking in his desk chair. He reached for her hand, which was hanging limply at her side. He pulled her forward forcefully, and she fell into his lap effortlessly. Her breath was heavy, and her body was having feelings and urges her mind didn't agree with. She was straddling this man, a man she had just met twenty minutes ago, and her body wanted so much more than that. Was this the smoke? Was it a consequence of her deal? She didn't know, but she did know his hand was now resting on the back of her thigh, right under her ass. Her hands fell to his shoulders to steady herself.
     "M-mister valentino, th-this doesn't feel appropriate..." her voice trailed off as his fingers teased the skin under her skirt.
     "Appropriate? Sweetheart, That's the least of my concerns." His fingers began to trace the line of her panties, and she whimpered lightly. Her hands were still positioned on his shoulders, and he used his free hand to slip up her shirt, gripping her side and running his thumb over the skin there. The fingers under her skirt followed the hem of her panties down her ass and soon were in between her legs. The cloth slightly damp as he began to tease her sensitive area lightly. She was becoming worked up, her face flushing as a small pleasured sound escaped her lips. Her hands ran down his chest, slipping into his robe as his fingers continued to make her hotter. They soon slipped beneath the fabric, teasing her hole before he brought his hand around to the front, and her breath caught in her throat. His hand entered her underwear from the top of her cunt and he began to  massage her clit tenderly as she fell apart above him. She buried her head in the crook of his neck, moaning ever so lightly into his ear. He was pleased by this, delighted at how easily he was able to make her come undone.
     "S-sir" her voice was barely above a whisper as her breath fell on his neck. He was starting to get excited himself, and she could feel it beneath her. She ran her fingers from his chest downward, pausing over the lump in his pants. She slowly caressed there, and a low growl left his lips. He stood up, picking her up easily and laying her on the desk. He spread her legs for her, her skirt opening easily and providing him with a delicious view. His fingers ran up the insides of her thighs and he pulled her underwear off quickly, displaying her shaven cunt to him. He couldn't help but slip a finger into her, mesmerized by how damp her sensitive area was.
      "God, angel, you look so pretty down there, all flustered for me." his finger moved in and out of her, curling as he delved inside. She let out small sounds that did nothing but encourage him to continue. Goosebumps began to rise on her skin as a wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her body. His free hand traced up her thigh, quickly finding the small button at the top of her heat and caressing it. As both of her areas were stimulated simultaneously, her abdomen clenched and her legs tried to close themselves. He paused for a brief moment, placing a hand on her knee and forcing her legs apart again as his finger continued to curl inside of her.
      "Sweet girl, keep your legs spread for me, baby." Her face was flushed intensely, she was almost embarrassed by how wet she had become down there. He reached for his cigarette, taking a puff and blowing the sweet air towards her as she moved her hips against his hand. This kind of thing was second nature to him, almost muscle memory at this point. Her breath quickened, and he watched her with a pleased expression. She was desperately jolting her body against his hand, frantic almost. She reached up and lifted her sweater, displaying her breasts to him as they threatened to pop out of her bra. Her hand reached under, finger and thumb caressing her nipples as a shiver ran through her. She could still feel him inside of her, massaging just the right spot as she let out a moan louder than before, unable to control her volume at this point.
     Valentino's eyes clouded over with lust as he watched her play with her own nipples beneath him. He was trying to control himself, at least a little bit, and let her have her fun before he completely ravaged her. His cock was aching as it pressed against his pants, and he wanted nothing more than to take her right then and there. Still, her pleasure continued as he refused to let up on her precious area.
      "Fuck baby, you looks so pretty down there. Keep touching yourself for me, doll." He set his cigarette down and rubbed his crotch over his pants. He groaned, closing his eyes as she was falling apart beneath him. He could make a girl cum in his sleep, he thought, amused. Her voice filled the room, pleasure sounds echoing through his ears. She was biting her lip, attempting to quiet herself as she wet his hand with her orgasm. He got on his knees, burying his face in her snatch as his long tongue helped her ride out her high.
      He pulled back as she sat up on the desk, sliding off and onto her feet. He stood to his as well, and she dropped to her knees almost immediately.
     "What a good little girl you are, doll" He said, trying not to show vulnerability as he desperately wanted her to undo his pants.
      "Th-thank you, sir." she mumbled, her hands shaking as she unclasped his belt. By this point her mouth was almost watering at the idea of tasting him. She slipped his pants down to his knees, his cock a bit bigger than she was expecting. Saliva pooled in her mouth as she slowly took him inside, wrapping her tongue around the head of his cock and coating it in her drool. She sucked lightly, stoking with her right hand and bringing the lubrication all the way down as she did so. Valentino's breath caught in his throat, his body suddenly filling with desire. He placed his hand on the back of her head and thrust his hips forward, shoving his length down her warm throat as he groaned loudly. She choked slightly, unexpecting of the sudden jolt forward. He disregarded her desperation for air and continued to slip in and out of her mouth on his own accord.
      "You look so sexy with my cock in your mouth, pretty girl." He said lowly, voice heavy with lust. She whined around his length, his assault of her mouth becoming too much for her.
      "Aww baby, too big for your little mouth to hold?" He laughed, but there was no humor in the sound, only a desperation hidden behind his words. He placed his hand under her elbow, pulling her up and turning her around. He reached down and slipped both his hands under her skirt, cupping her ass and pulling the skirt up to reveal it. She spread her legs and bent over the desk, rising to her tippy toes to display her sweet hole to him. He wrapped his hand around his cock and tilted forward, teasing her slit with it while covering himself in her juices. She whimpered desperately.
      "C'mon, sweetheart. Tell Daddy how much you want it. Beg for my cock, baby." His free hand reached up, snaking its way up the back of her neck and into her hair, gripping tightly.
     "P-please sir, I need you so bad!" Her voice was music to his ears, but he wasn't satisfied quite yet. He continued to rub himself against her, barely slipping the tip in before pulling back out and rubbing the tip of his cock against her clit.
     "Oh baby, I know you can do better than that." She was almost in tears at this point, her neck tilted all the way back as he tugged on her hair. She wanted him to fill her up so bad.
      "Daddy, please.. I'm begging! Fill me up, please sir." She whimpered, thrusting her own hips back so that his dick slipped through her folds and against her clit. He pulled her hair harshly, as if to tell her to behave. He ran the tip back up to her slit, slipping inside just a little. He teased her by fucking her this way slowly, only the tip of his cock moving in and out of her. She was so frustrated, she wanted him inside of her already. She disregarded his previous punishment, slamming her ass against him as he thrust forward slightly again. This time, with her help, he completely filled her hole and then some. She almost screamed out of pleasure, but settled for a loud groan instead. She continued to bounce against his dick, allowing it to slip in and out of her. Valentino didn't have it in him to stop her, after all, it felt really fucking good.
He grasped her hips with each hand and pulled her back harshly, now thrusting with his full capabilities. Their bodies collided over and over, pleasure running through the both of them. The faster they went, the more Valentino felt himself edging toward release. He was debating to himself where to orgasm when suddenly she said,
     "Mmmph- Please sir! I want your cum inside of me"
      This was good enough for him, and he reached his hand around her and up her skirt, playing with her clit again. Her body was on a high she had never felt before, and his body was what made her feel this way. Moments pass, and he is soon spilling inside of her as he strokes in and out. He groans, contentment filling his senses.
      He pulls out and falls back into his chair behind him, not bothering to pull his pants back up. She stands up straight, fixing her skirt and standing there awkwardly, his cum threatening to leak out of her.
      "That wasn't so bad, was it, doll? Turns out you can be a little slut, can't you?" Her face flushed as she looked toward the ground.
      "I-I've never done anything like this before, I swear! It has to be that stupid smoke of yours..." She trails off and he giggles.
      "Sweetheart my smoke can do many things, but it can't make you want my dick as desperately as you were just then." He placed a hand on her thigh and smiled widely,
      "By the way, Angel Dust is in Studio B, I'm sure he'll be excited to see you." Her eyes widened, she had completely forgotten she was supposed to meet Angel.
      "It's been an hour already? Shit!" She rushes around his desk, walking quickly to the door to his office.
      "Come see me again sometime, won't you, sugar?" She looked over her shoulder and rolled her eyes, disappearing from his view as she stepped through the doorway.