Heir Reigns

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*SEXUAL CONTENT WARNING*
*DEGRADATION WARNING*
  

He leads me upstairs into a room that looks like his bedroom and shuts the door behind us. It was the same modern interior design as the rest of the penthouse. LED lights were hidden in minimal areas to compliment the intricate design. The lights were a soft yellow when we entered, but he switched them to blue. I almost expected red, but maybe that would be too harsh or too obvious.
"Do you want me to ease you into it or be ruthless?" he asks, standing right in front of me.
"A little more ruthless," I reply, feeling giddy with excitement. "I want to keep testing my limits."
"Good answer. Pick your safe word for me in case things get too intense for you, no yellow, just immediate hard stop."
Safeword! How exciting. I get to pick it this time!
"Vanilla," I smile.
"Vanilla it is," he says with a sly grin.
My heart flutters at the gentle interaction.
He stares at me, his stare turning darker and I start to feel smaller and self-conscious within seconds. His confidence and power overwhelm me. He walks closer to me and starts to walk behind me. His dominant side taking over.
"Last time we practiced a kink we both shared. This time I want to include one of my personal favorites," He says bluntly behind me. "Degradation. I'll make sure it's mixed in with some praise, I know you're going to love it."
"I trust you," I whispered, feeling threatened by his merciless presence.
"Walk closer to the center of the room," His voice booms behind me and the beating of my frantic heart makes me almost flinch.
I do as I'm told.
"Stop and face me."
I pause in my tracks and slowly turn myself to him. I then notice that he's leaning on the door frame with his foot over the other and his hands in his pockets. Exuding confidence so effortlessly. My breath was getting quicker, I was unsure of what would come next, but he said this was about trust.
"Undress for me," He orders in a harsh tone. "Slowly."
I reach for the hem of my leggings, but as soon as I do, he interrupts.
"Top to bottom."
Seems like he has a very specific way of doing things, even how I undress needs to be to his standards.
I correct myself and reach for the hem of my sweatshirt instead, peeling it off my body. I already didn't have anything underneath.
"Look at me when you take your pants off," His eyes linger on me.
I followed his command and felt my leggings get stuck between my legs due to the dampness that had been collecting.
His jaw tightens at the sight of me wearing nothing underneath any of it. I gulp at his response, feeling like he was eating me alive with his stare alone. My mind was still racing and he probably knew that with the pace that he had set for me. My bottoms let a soft thump as they hit the floor. I adjust my posture and break eye contact with him, staring at his feet.
"Feet, too. Don't squat down, bend forward."
This is so embarrassing.
I start to lean forward and as I do, I hear him peel off the door and work his way behind me once more. I felt so exposed and so flustered. I can only see his feet walking around me.
I slide off my sneakers, taking me down an inch in height, and then take my socks off.
With Kaito behind me, I felt confident enough to stare straight into the door where he once stood.
I feel his presence start to get closer to my behind, but he doesn't fully collide with me. The heat radiating off of him makes my hair stand and I crave his touch. His grip tightens around my hair and I wince as he yanks my head to the side, feeling a slight burn in my scalp.
He cranes down and breathes into my neck, "So you feel at ease when you're not staring directly at me, huh?"
I let out a jagged breath.
"Answer me, Atalia," he hisses, tightening his grip on my hair.
'Y-yes, sir," I mutter.
He puts his other hand on my hip and flips me over in one quick motion to face him. Although I was completely stripped, I was starting to feel the heat rising all through my body despite his very cold apartment.
His grip is still in my hair and he digs his fingers into my right hip. His body is still inches from me and I get the soft urge to step closer to him.
"I'm gonna fix that," He says, with harshness in his deep voice. "One stare at a time."
He pulls my hair so my head tilts once more, but this time he slightly bends down and greets my neck with his soft lips.
I moan as soon as he plants one gentle kiss. I feel him pull away a little and I can feel myself filling with need. He was either teasing me or building me up to desperation for his touch. Regardless of what it was, it was working.
My breathing gets heavier as I crave more.
He leans in again and I feel more soft kisses being planted. He doesn't pull away this time but starts to suck and nibble on me. I wanted to grab his arms and ease my body onto his, I wanted to feel him.
So I do just that.
Before I can truly feel anything he instantly lets go of my hip to fasten his hand around my throat. He manhandles me and I almost stumble backward.
"I didn't give you permission to do that, did I, desperate girl?"
I whimper, "No, sir."
I was already at his mercy.
"Please, sir," I let out.
He stares into me, slightly tilting and squinting his eyes, "Please what?"
I feel too flustered and too drenched to finish my sentence. I wanted him to continue kissing my neck.
He lets go of my throat and I feel his hand slam down on my right butt cheek. It was so unexpected, I let out a small scream, feeling the sting that quickly followed. I knew for sure his rings were going to leave a mark.
He softly rubs it and then aggressively grabs it, "I won't ask again."
"Please, f-fuck me," I mumble.
"You're that needy for me?" He asks seductively, making me feel embarrassed but so turned on.
"Y-yes, sir," I bite my lip.
"That's too bad," He answers, somewhat mockingly. "I'm not ready to fuck you, yet, horny girl."
I moan at his words.
Is this humiliation? Why am I enjoying it so much?
Although I was already craving him inside of me, the idea of him being more violent with me excited me more than it should have. He looked so insanely attractive exuding his power over me. Being the only one who was naked made me feel more vulnerable, more dependent on his next move but I liked the feeling.
"Please do whatever you want with me, sir," I moan while I try to desperately stare into him.
He flicks his eyes up at me and I can start to see a glimmer of hunger behind his stare. His jaw tightens and I see his chest puff up with air, it seemed that he enjoyed my plea more than he cared to admit.
It was easy to surrender to him, within seconds of him touching me, ordering me, and staring at me I was all his. Whatever guard I might've had or lingering doubt escaped me. I wanted to be his to use.
"You're just a little fuck toy, aren't you?" he grunts.
God, I was soaking. I could feel it start dripping down my thighs. Why does such a term like that make me so much more aroused?
"Yes, sir," I whimper, almost starting to drool from his words alone.
"I'll make you my fuck toy," he whispers and with that, he finally moves.
Oh god, yes.
He lets me go and bends down, his head leveling with my belly button. I watch him in awe.
"Spread," he demands.
I gasp and widen my stance, feeling a slight breeze from the air conditioning hit my wetness.
"Look how drenched you are for me," he hums. "Kind of pathetic, isn't it?"
"Y-yes, sir," I whisper.
I'm your doll, please fuck me like one.
"Repeat that for me," He demanded. "Tell me you're a pathetic little slut."
I moan.
"I'm a pathetic little slut."
He bends lower down and lets out a small smile as I feel his breath start to reach me down there.
"Mhm, good girl. Put your hands behind your back, don't you dare move them," He commands and I do as I'm told.
The vibrations of his deep voice send goosebumps up my spine. God, I don't know what the hell he was waiting for or why he was taking his sweet time, but I was getting so frustrated with the need. I needed him to touch me, to give me a little bit of pleasure at least!
He inches closer and grips the back of my thighs with his hands, holding me in place and separating me further from his reach. He inches his face closer and I moan just from watching him. He doesn't look away and his stare makes me hungrier for his tongue. He looked so sadistic, enjoying the torment he was giving me. I try to bend my knees a little bit to try to meet his lips, but his hold around my thighs stops me and he digs deeper into my skin.
"Naughty girl," He accentuates his words so more air hits my sex. "I'm going to keep denying you what you're so desperately trying to accomplish if you don't stop moving. Is that what you want?"
"No, sir," I look up and close my eyes feeling more on edge and frustrated.
I can't hold back anymore, I'm so desperate and so pathetic.
"Please sir, please lick me," I beg. "I want it so bad. Please."
"Look at me when you're begging, baby girl," he booms and the loudness of his vibrations makes me throb.
I look down directly at him, "Please sir, please. I can't take it anymore. I'm so desperate for your tongue, I want it oh so bad."
A grim smile appears on his face like my words have completely satisfied him.
"I knew there was a dirty little whore waiting to be fucked inside that shy exterior of yours," He says.
Oh, god.
He finally eases his tongue onto me and I gasp so loudly feeling so much pleasure from it. The anticipation almost killed me from him barely touching me and then standing so close to my pussy for so long, I couldn't handle it anymore.
He pulls away and I immediately cry out, rolling my hips to try to soothe myself.
He slaps my ass, twice as hard as the first time and I whimper. The perfect response to me trying to relieve myself, again.
"Come as much as you want, baby. Don't ask, but always thank me after."
"Yes, sir! Please-," but before I could plead again he resumed licking me and I closed my eyes from the pleasure.
Yes, god, this is exactly what I wanted.
He picks up the pace and focuses on my sweet spot here and there, but switches to licking me whole. I writhe at his rhythm. I couldn't help myself as I started to grind on his tongue following his movements and he allowed me to do so. I feel one of his hands let go of my thigh, but it isn't long after that I feel his fingers ease into me and hit me exactly in the right spot.
His tongue started to move faster and everything was sending me into pure bliss already. He had barely started and once again I was at his mercy. From the wet noises I was making on his lips, followed by his moans, and his fingers hitting me just right, I was reaching my climax.
I don't deny myself any longer and let the feeling escape me, almost crying out in ecstasy. My legs started to shake, feeling like I was holding in so much. I ride my high out a little bit longer as he continues licking me.
"Oh, thank you, sir!" I cry out.
He didn't stop, despite the sensitivity that was rising within me and my trembling legs. I tighten my grasp on my arms feeling the strong urge to close my legs to give me a second to recollect myself, but I fight it to not frustrate him and he goes back to denying me pleasure. The last thing I wanted!
I suck in air to focus on the feeling of his tongue instead of the sensitivity and hearing his moans once more gives me the courage I needed to enjoy the feeling, again. I resume moving my hips to his pace.
Kaito stops flicking his tongue on my clit and starts gently kissing and sucking it, giving me a different sensation and I feel myself building, more intense than the last one.
His fingers are still moving in and out of me and I almost contort as a way to stop my leg from shaking. It was coming so suddenly and I knew this one was going to be followed by a flood.
The idea sent me into a frenzy of how I'd soak his face and get his expensive clothes ruined and that sends me over the edge.
I let it escape me and half cried out from the overwhelming pleasure.
"Fuck," Kaito lets out, pulling his tongue and fingers away.
I bite my lip and moan so aggressively.
He doesn't waste another second and started rubbing his fingers on my clit to make me squirt more and my body obeyed his touch.
"Good fucking girl," he praises.
"Thank you, sir, thank you, thank you," I moan as my legs wobble some more.
"I've got no use of you in this position anymore," he grunts and gets up.
He stands tall before me and I can see all my juices all over him. It made me more flustered than I already was.
He doesn't wait for me to answer and instead picks me up by my legs and wraps them around himself. I let go of my arms and let them fall around his neck.
I squealed with excitement at the sudden movement.
He throws me on the bed and my breath quickens once more, making me exasperated for what comes next.
He props my legs up so he has a good view of my sex from where he was standing.
"Mhm," I tease as I start to feel confident from his stare.
I pinch my nipples as a way to get him more aroused to fuck me.
"You feel good?" He smirks, the devil in his eyes.
"Yes sir," I say, softly.
"Good," he booms and takes his shirt off. His biceps were bulging out, glistening from my drops of juice and I could see the ridges of his abs.
"Are you going to fuck me, sir?" I almost begged.
"So impatient, little one," he hissed. "My hunger isn't satisfied."
Jesus Christ.
He throws his shirt on the floor and bends over the edge of the bed. He slides his hands under me and pulls me closer to him with so much force I might've felt like my legs would fall off.
The way he wasn't telling me how to move and instead was just manhandling me like a rag doll turned me on so much. The size difference was so hot and very hard to miss.
He doesn't wait for another second and wraps his arms around my thighs to hold me in place. This time, it feels merciless. As if it didn't already feel that way, this was so much worse, but it felt so fucking good.
He's going fast and he's at it with a desperation that won't be fulfilled anytime soon.
"Oh, god," I moan.
His slick tongue knew how to talk and damn it, it knew how to eat because within seconds I was ready to combust one more time.
I let it consume me and send me into a daze. This one felt like it lasted a whole minute and I was feeling lightheaded from how hard it hit me. That must've been enough time for Kaito to undress himself because within seconds he was putting himself between my legs and sliding himself up and down my bare sex.
"What do you say?" He orders.
"Thank you, sir," I bit my lip.
He holds his hand out in front of me and says, "Spit."
My head is so foggy, but I do as I'm told.
I watch him take it and rub it on himself and with one quick motion, he thrusts inside of me.
I let out a big gasp.
"Oh my god," I breathe.
He doesn't go easy on me, he's using me for his pleasure. It feels so good and I feel so aroused as he takes claim of me once more.
He leans back and grips my thighs, pushing them onto me and hitting me deep and hard.
All I can do is moan in response.
He makes eye contact with me and I start to close my eyes. He grunts and grabs my hair, holding my head in place.
"Look at how I'm fucking you, don't close your fucking eyes," He huffs and I start to whimper from his movements.
Watching him go in and out and him forcing me to look at it was making me go crazy. He looked so damn attractive fucking away my life force. I let the build happen and my squirt escapes me, pushing him out.
He rubs himself on me making more ooze out and creating a puddle of myself on the sheets.
I let out a few soft cries followed by an almost inaudible thank you.
"Mercy," I surrender.
"No mercy," he breathes. "You're just a fuck doll for my personal use."
I moan at the degradation as he's still making me watch.
Yes, I am!
"You like being fucked like the whore you are, don't you?" He moans.
His words and the hard pounding are building me up again, losing the will to possibly think of anything.
"Yes," I whimper.
He lets go of my hair and grabs my jaw so aggressively. Gentleness was gone, he was being full-on sadistic.
He leans in and stares right into me as he lets go and slaps me across the face, his rings stinging my skin, "Yes, what?"
I gasped at the movement but I was even more wet than I was two seconds ago. I was going to climax soon. He grabs a hold of my jaw even harder than before.
Holy fuck I like that.
He strikes me one more time, "I'm not asking again, pet."
"Yes, Daddy!" I let out.
He growls and spits on my face letting go only to rub it all over my face.
And with that I release myself all over him, all surrender floods out of me and my body is his. In my head I'm kneeling at his feet, full-on submitting. I'm losing my hearing from how hard and how long I was coming for. I could still feel him, but he was slowing down, thrusting into me very slowly but still hard and deep. I might've mumbled a thank you, but I wasn't sure anymore.
"Fuck," I hear him say very muffled.
He pulls out of me to resume licking me some more and I'm at my limit.
"Please," I whimper, unsure of what I was begging for.
"Shut the fuck up," he growls as he stops eating me.
Oh my god. This is pure fucking bliss. I'm loving every second of this.
He grabs my hip and flips me over, dragging my legs down so my feet almost touch the floor, my ass meeting his V-line. He thrusts into me so harshly.
"I can't take it," I mutter.
"You're gonna fucking take it," He orders. "Just lay there, I'll fuck you."
As soon as the words come out of his mouth, he's picking up the pace and going in hard. I reach behind my legs towards his thighs, attempting to push him away to calm him down, but he grabs them instead and uses them to help thrust into me.
"Be a good slut and fucking take it," he spits.
I whimper and shove my face into the sheets. He's fucking claiming me.
I couldn't speak anymore, all that escaped me were pathetic moans and whimpers, I couldn't finish anymore, not without being forced. I was mentally gone, his for the taking, and his personal use.
"Who's my pretty fuck doll?" He pants, leaning over me and wrapping his hand over my throat, forcing me to arch.
"Me, Daddy," I cry.
"That's right, baby," He growls in my ear and I feel the water rush out of me. "Good girl."
"Thank you, sir," I pant as he forces himself into me once more. No chance to recollect myself, at all.
"Fuck!" K snarls.
He pulls out of me and manhandles me onto the floor, glaring down at me. His hair was disheveled once again, his sexy smolder watching me with a dangerous hunger.
"Kneel, right fucking now," he pants.
I quickly fix myself to be propped up on my knees, Judging by how rough he was fucking me I just knew he was about to treat my throat the same. I didn't let it stop me, I wanted to please him.
He gathers my hair and slaps his dick on my cheek.
He leans down and whispers, "You'll do as I say. Understand?"
"Yes, sir," I flutter my eyelashes at him.
He bites his lip and then spits on my face, followed by a slap.
"That's a good girl."
Without pausing, he straightens out and shoves his dick inside my mouth... in. I gag right away.
"Oh, baby," Kaito groans. "That's gonna be a problem."
He glares at me with his stone-cold green eyes and I feel that fear creep back up in my skin. He eases in and out, slowly and then fully slams back in forcing me to deep throat except this time he doesn't pull out and thrusts into me over and over, my gags filling the room. He's gripping my hair as he takes control of me. My eyes are tearing up and I can feel my makeup getting more and more ruined than it already was. He pulls out and leans down.
"Spit it out," he orders.
I do as I say and let my saliva drool out of my mouth.
He pushes himself back in and reaches the back of my throat, still making me gag. He moves my head with the rhythm of his hips, forcing me to keep up and causing me to drool and shed more tears.
"Don't worry baby," he pants. "I'll train that throat of yours."
The sounds of my drool, his thrusting, my gagging, and his moans fill the room. He wasn't going easy on me. He was using my throat as a fuck toy.
He shoved it in deep again, I was adjusting to the pattern of his movements and I opened my mouth more when he did that. Swallowing him when he reached the back of my throat.
"Fuck, that's good," he groans.
I could feel myself dripping, his moans and his praises were enough.
Over and over again, deeper and deeper.
He looks down at me and smacks one side of my cheek, not as hard as he has been, "Look at me."
I obey and he forces himself deeper into my throat, I try to control my gags but fail miserably. I was trying my best to still look up at him, but the tears were forming uncontrollably.
"I'm gonna cum," he breathes. "And you're gonna swallow every last drop."
He resumes the rhythm he had before where he thrusts into me deeply, repeatedly, and so forcefully. It quickens and I feel him start to throb, a few more thrusts and deep moans later, he's slowing down, and this time he barely makes an effort to thrust again. I feel his cum pour out into the back of my throat making me swallow right away. He stays there for a minute, staring up at the ceiling while he grips my hair. He finally glances down at me and he already seems more at ease, he lets go of my hair.
"Suck, gently," he whispers, so out of breath.
I do as I'm told, eager to finish him. I grab onto him and suck him like a lollipop, staring up at him with playfulness. He's gotten a little soft, but I don't mind. He eases out slowly and runs his fingers through his hair, a coat of sweat covering his chiseled body. He leans down and grabs my chin, he licks his lips and kisses me, slowly.
God, he's so hot.
He pulls away from me, "Thank you so much, sir," I mumble into his mouth.
"That's what I love to hear. You're so welcome, sweetheart," he purrs.
I felt lifeless, exhausted from finishing so much, but strangely enough, I also felt free.
He gets closer and he kisses my cheek. He then slides his hands underneath me and eases me onto the bed. He lays right next to me, and soon after he embraces me as he rubs my head and traces his fingers on the bare skin of my back.
It felt so nice and all I could do was smile. I felt safe here. He was holding me like a baby and cuddling me like one and I felt so at peace that I could easily fall asleep. He inches away from me to stare down at me and I meet his gaze.
He lightly runs his fingers along my face, "You okay?"
He's being so gentle, the sudden shift in tone is comforting and makes me smile.
"Yes," I croak out of energy.
He wipes away tears I didn't know had appeared and smiles.
"You did so good," he soothes. "I'm proud of you."
The words make me flutter.
He's proud of me!
"Thank you, Daddy," I whisper and close my eyes, feeling a wave of security to sound like a baby. "I still can't think," I mutter into his chest.
He lets out a soft laugh, the vibrations run through his chest and it relaxes me even more. His scent was full of pheromones that were so intoxicating I had the strong urge to lick him, but I didn't and decided sleeping would be better.
"Atalia," he whispers. "Don't sleep, yet, you have to drink water."
I nuzzle myself into his chest, pretending like I didn't hear him.
I feel him shake his head, "Fine. Just avoid the mess you made over there."
I smile and with that I let myself drift off.

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