[18+] Hex: Plaything I Dead By Daylight inspired fanfiction

Appraisal

          Celeste knows she's in trouble. Just being held by this man that sends her emotions and senses into overdrive gets her body shivering in suppressed excitement. Wesker's hands are firm and decisive. As effortless as it seems, a great thought has been put into every movement. His hand unbuttons the last button of her blouse and just a slight brush of Wesker's hand over her nipple causes her to cross her legs slightly. 

     ''You still haven't answered my question, kitten,'' Wesker whispers in her ear.

     ''I understand,'' Wesker's right hand has now found the fabric of her shorts. ''... daddy.'' The effect on Wesker is immediate, he pulls her flush against him causing her to inhale sharply. She had felt it before, but now it's undeniable, his dick is pressing against the small of her back, which makes Celeste's legs squeeze together even more in desperation for some pressure on her most sensitive spot. The anticipation is growing quicker now that she feels how hard Wesker has become. 

         Wesker hooks his foot behind Celeste's, moving her leg, and does the same to her other leg, making it impossible for Celeste to keep her balance, she falls against Wesker's body. She hears a familiar, slithering sound and moments later her ribcage is constricted by Wesker's tentacle, holding her up. She has always been terrified of the sight of the appendage used to maim and hurt people, she's even questioning herself for not being disgusted by it right now or why he has that ability even outside of the Trials, but it feels like his arm wrapped around her body, just as strong and muscular.

     ''Look at me, kitten,'' Wesker's voice is sultry, but demands obedience. Celeste complies and turns her head to face him. ''I want to watch you come undone at my touch.'' 

          His hand finds its way in her shorts, there is no teasing, there is no playing around, he goes right for the spot that has been aching for any contact with Wesker for longer than Celeste would ever dare to admit. Her back arches and a soft moan escapes her lips, but the bound keeps Celeste in place, restricting her movement. 

     ''You're soaking for me already,'' Wesker's voice drops a tone and Celeste bites her lip when she feels his fingers exploring more of her. His touch is firm and Celeste throws her head back when she feels a finger slip inside her.

     ''Look at me,'' Wesker growls in her ear. Celeste abides and turns her head  just in time for Wesker to add another finger to his slow, calculated movements. Each time he slides his fingers out, her clit gets extra attention, causing Celeste to move her hips into Wesker's hand. Wesker stops his movement and Celeste releases a breath she didn't even realize she was holding. 

     ''Don't move, kitten, control yourself,'' Wesker's expression is serious, but Celeste notices his breathing getting deeper. Celeste tries to obey him, but when a third finger enters her she rolls her hips into his hand once more. Celeste hears a quiet groan coming from Wesker, or maybe she feels it forming in his chest. The tentacle that has been holding her in place is now joined by more bounds. She feels one spiraling itself around her throat and another one wrapping around her waist and snaking across her legs. Her arms are now bound by her side, she feels completely helpless in this man's grasp. 

          Feeling Wesker practically touching her whole body at once makes her cunt tighten around Wesker's fingers. Now that her head is locked in place she can see clearly  how much Wesker is enjoying keeping her in her place and how well her body reacts to the tiniest change of his movement. His eyes are burning pure fire as his movements begin to pick up pace. Celeste responds to his movement with shallow breaths and suppressed whimpers, but the moment Wesker's left hand firmly runs across her breast and squeezes her nipple, a loud moan echoes the room. Celeste feels Wesker's tentacle tighten around her throat, pain mixed with pleasure resonates through Celeste's body, but Wesker's movements become more intense and more determined.