Warnings: Fetishisation of Virginity, Fetishisation of Innocence, Brief Descriptions of Smut, Age Gap, Older Man/Younger Reader, Implied Infidelity, Mention of a Step-Father Fetish, Mention of Rough Sex, Mention of Gentle Sex, Brief Implication of a Daddy Kink, Brief Implication of a Sir Kink, Brief Implication of a Master Kink, Exhibitionism, Implied Surveillance, Implications of Smut, Implied Masturbation, Mention of Murder, Delusion, Obsessive Behaviour, Possessive Behaviour, Yandere Behaviour, Profanity, No Pronouns Used For Reader Except 'You'.
♡ Honestly, above all else, he's astonished. Impressed, even.
♡ How could you, apple of his eye, light of his life, the beauty to his beholder, be...untouched? Entirely 'unsullied' by the touch of a man aside from him?
♡ His fascination starts off as an 'innocent' ponderance. Something he uses to fill his time while at work, with his family, sleeping beside his wife, etc.♡ Then, his fascination gave way to fantasies.
♡ His fetishisation of your 'purity'.
♡ His delusions breathed life into this new concept of you.
♡ At first, it's nothing but wonderment. Foreplay at the most.
♡ When If the eventuality possibility of him being your first and last would occur.
♡ Where it would happen, the circumstances.
♡ Would it be when you were alone with him, while his wife performed some menial errand and his children were at school, no-one to save you from his palpable, throbbing, insatiable appetite?
♡ Or would it be upstairs, in your bedroom, the rocking of your headboard against the wall just gentle enough to avoid the suspicion of your family and his burdens as they gathered in the kitchen for dinner?
♡ Or, his personal favourite, at a picnic, in broad daylight, with you tugging at his sleeve, telling him that you "Feel strange...Need you to make me feel better," giving him the perfect alibi to 'take you into the forest for some fresh air' only to knock that same air out of your lungs as he holds you at the waist, your legs wrapped around his middle, wet and red and breathless and his.
♡ Then, he begins to wander into the specifics.
♡ Would it be slow, tender, gentle? With all the love and worship you deserve – all the adoration he's harboured for you spilling into you, his mouth at your ear, calling you his 'good girl' or his 'good boy'.
♡ Or would it be ravenous and rough? Fuelled by Dominic's scolding, his tone seething and sibilant as he chides you for seducing an older, married man.
♡ His thoughts are almost too much to handle, pushing him to the brink of insanity.
♡ So much so that he can't control himself anymore.
♡ Long story short, a particularly vivid idea of you sitting under his desk, hands sliding up his thighs, eyes wide and mouth willing, left him in a position he'd rather not be caught in.
♡ So much so that he's had to learn from his past transgressions and brings an extra suit to work to hide the outcome of his vivacious daydreams.
♡ Only bringing a fresh change of pants would look suspicious to his employees. He has to maintain the illusion that he's fully satisfied by all his wife can give him – that he'd never resort to blatant exhibitionism to satisfy himself.
♡ What would you call him? Would you cry, moan, gasp as you said it?
♡ He shudders at the possibilities.
♡ Daddy, Sir, Master...
♡ Or, the most alluring of all, Dominic. To call him by a name he's possessed all his life but has never found it as beautiful as when uttered by you.
♡ Sure, his inferiors call him Sir; his wife calls him "Dom." But from you...It's intimate. Loving.
♡ He's sure he can hear your breath hitch, see your pupils expand whenever you say it – whenever you look up into his eyes.
♡ Soon, his delusions become visceral.
♡ How can he make it happen? How does he make the reality of you standing in his wife's stead feasible?
♡ He wonders what you're into – what little secrets you have tucked away in your search history, in the literature you consume, in the confines of your bedroom drawers.
♡ Whatever it is, he'll move heaven and earth to accommodate you.
♡ You want a step-daddy? He'll kill your dad and fuck your mother if that's what it takes to get you off, to make you consider, even for a second, him as an option.
♡ Honestly, he's thought about it.
♡ He feels nothing for either of your parents. Not even contempt. But for you, he can (and will) endure unfathomable evils. Even enter another loveless, grey marriage if just to get closer to you.
♡ He could lavish gifts on you without suspicion, be trusted to be alone with you without being regarded with caution, be able to touch you — feel you — without consequence.
♡ But alas, if you did harbour such fetishes, you've hidden them in a place he can't access them.
♡ For now.
♡ Until he can install spyware onto your laptop, until he can rifle through your drawers and find whatever instrument you use to provoke euphoria, until he can read the filth dripping from the pages of your most sacred novel, he's just about satiated with late-night sessions with his wife, pounding her into the pillows, the mattress, imagining you in her place. Imagining your nails dragging down his back, your fingers tangled in his hair, your voice begging for him.
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