Trials of the Heart

Chapter 18

warning: explicit sex scene (includes bondage, edging, rough play, dirty talk, degradation, slight brat taming, dom scara)

after what felt like an eternity, scaramouche finally took you by the hand and dragged you to your shared hotel room, immediately kissing you as soon as he kicked the door closed.

he tugged on your lower lip with his teeth, letting out a deep groan as he skillfully threw his hat with one hand so it landed perfectly on the counter, pulling your hips and moving you closer to him with his other hand.

"someone's desperate," he chuckled, noticing how well your body responded to him.

"let's not forget that you kissed me first," you retorted, catching your breath.

"such trivial details," he rolled his eyes, then he led you over to the bed, pushing you over and getting on top of you, his eyes glazed with lust. "but no matter, Y/N."

you looked up at him, seeing his cocky smirk and the way he had his way with you made you feel so needy. only he could make you feel like this and the brat knew it too.

"look at you," he cooed, caressing your cheek with his hand. "such a pretty little thing."

then his hand trailed to your clothes, beginning to undo them. "now hold still. i won't ask you again."

you nodded, knowing that he could make your life a lot harder if you tried to retaliate. there was one time where you had tried and it only ended with a session that lasted for what felt like hours, his hands knuckle-deep inside of you and bringing you to the edge of ecstasy, only for him to rip it away from you every single time.

you'd rather not repeat that time.

he stripped you, and now you were laying naked underneath him, and he was gazing down at you with a cocky smile. "look at you... so beautiful and helpless. i know what will make this even better."

you gave him a curious look as he pulled out a piece of rope from the nightstand, swiftly tying your hands to the headboard. "kuni?! where did you even-"

"i came prepared," he smirked, cupping your cheek with one hand while the other trailed down to your sensitive spot. "now be a good girl and open your legs for me."

a part of you wanted to retaliate, but you were too needy to care, so you did. he let out an erotic groan when he saw the state between your legs.

"someone's soaked. i wonder why," he laughed.

then he began to play with your clit, now with no barrier between you two. you let out a moan, arms straining against the headboard and the ropes. the sounds that came from where he touched you were pure sin, and you couldn't help but blush at how much arousal had built up just from his teasing earlier.

scaramouche then sunk two fingers inside of you, stretching you. you let out a gasp and arched your back, his hand pressing on your sternum which pushed you flat against the bed.

"stay still or i stop," he commanded, an edge of teasing in his voice. he looked at where his fingers were disappearing inside of you, almost like you were sucking him inside. "such a good girl taking my fingers like that. who's going to fuck you dumb later?"

"y-you," you whimpered.

"louder," he commanded, his hand that was on your chest now twisting your nipple between two fingers. "say it again."

"y-you," you said louder, legs trembling. the pleasure was dizzying, and you couldn't help but let out moan after moan as he pushed deeper inside.

"take it," he said, a borderline sadistic smile on his lips as he added a third. he watched you writhe beneath him, a sense of power making him feel like he was giddy. "that's it, just like that."

"k-kuni," you moaned, curses leaving your lips as tears of pleasure clouded your eyes.

he leaned down and kissed you, his hand still inside of you and stretching you wide. scaramouche always did this sort of thing, but he never failed to make you feel like you were on cloud nine. scaramouche targeted that one gummy spot inside of you, and he felt your walls clamp down hard on his fingers in a desperate attempt to try and keep him inside.

"i'm close," you whimpered.

"hold it," he said harshly, continuing to piston his fingers inside of you. "i'm not done with you yet, you little slut."

something about the way he degraded you made you feel all hot and bothered. by no means were you a slut, but the way he manipulated you like you were putty in his hands was a massive turn-on.

he really did make you feel like a horny bitch in heat.

"kuni please," you begged him. "i've been good and held it for all afternoo-" you cut yourself off with a moan, feeling him rip his fingers out of you, the pleasure that was building fading fast.

"what did i say," he said, lips hovering a little over yours. scaramouche radiated dominance, he wasn't playing around. "when i say hold it, you hold it. is that clear, Y/N?"

"... yes," you said weakly, rubbing your thighs to help with the heat.

then he smirked and brought his hand up, covered in your arousal. "now suck."

you obediently opened your mouth, tasting yourself as you coated his fingers in saliva. once he was satisfied, he plunged them inside of you again, making you flinch a little. you were so needy, you needed him so badly.

the familiar cord of pleasure was becoming more and more apparent, and you wanted to let go. the pleasure built up once more, a thin sheen of sweat forming on your body, and your face was flushed with embarrassment from the heat you felt.

"good girl," he praised you, then moved his head down to suck on your chest, tongue playing with your nipple. you arched your back into him, desperate to feel more pleasure.

"k-kuni..." you whimpered.

he smirked against your chest, feeling how your walls were trying to suck his fingers deeper inside like before. she's close. "come on Y/N, you can hold it. don't be dramatic." he moved his head to your other chest, making sure to give it the attention that he gave the former.

scaramouche could hear how needy you were for release, how much you wanted to just let go so he could work you through your inevitable high. but he wouldn't let that happen so easily.

"k-kuni..."

he sighed, having enough fun with his power trip. "fine. you can come, Y/N."

after all, he wanted to do more than just finger you for the night, even though the thought sounded very tempting.

you finally came, back arching while your body trembled a little. he took out a finger, scissoring you and pistoning his remaining two fingers at a gradually slowing pace until your breathing was even.

he chuckled, "you're so cute."

you blushed. in the bedroom, scaramouche was a lot more openly endearing with you, even more so than when you two were out and about. not that you were complaining. after all, sexual intimacy meant a lot to him. you wiped your forehead, a thin sheen of sweat formed on your body.

he got off of you after giving you a chaste kiss on the forehead, stripping down so he was bare as well.

"now that you've had your fun, it's my turn."

"h-hey! i think you had more fun than me," you said, glaring at him while knowing how much fun he had on his little power trip.

"i let you come," he said with mock innocence. "i was nicer than normal to you, are you going to act like a brat when i've given you your release? i could have edged you until you lost your mind, but i was gracious tonight."

you scoffed, "we're not talking about you being nice here!"

he smirked, climbing back on top of you and cupping your cheek in his porcelain hand. "guess i'll have to fuck the attitude out of you, you bratty little slut."