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

Breakdown

Warning: Self-harm, blood, DbD cannon tentacled Wesker

          Celeste is following Wesker's direction. He uses very few words, but his authority extends to his aura. The slightest movement of his hand makes Celeste respond like she's his marionette. Wesker's movements are causing Celeste to lose herself once more. She is at his mercy and Celeste can tell that causing pain and pleasure go hand in hand in Wesker's eyes, because each time a suppressed moan manages to escape her lips the way his eyes light up remind her of the way they do when he hooks people or injures them with his bound. Somehow, the game he's playing with Celeste is making her crave the pain as intensely as pleasure that his body can provide. 

          Wesker's hands are on the back of Celeste's thighs, he pulls her up making her hover over his lap. She has to resist an urge to run her hands through his hair. His lips look so perfect, she can just imagine sucking his bottom lip between her lips and biting down on it, and she's just at right angle to lean in and kiss him. Celeste can still taste him on her tongue, but the thought of his whiskey covered lips is forcing her to bite back her impulse. Wesker's eyes fall to her lips and then back to her eyes. Celeste feels Wesker shuffle under her. Her eyes widen when she feels his cock pressing against her.

     ''Let's not waste any more time, kitten, show me what you have learnt,'' Celeste feels a heavy hand land on her ass and without hesitation she presses her hips down slowly. Her whole world goes blurry as another spank causes a trail of pain and pleasure rush through her body. Celeste has been at Wesker's mercy for a while, her whole body is responsive to everything he does. She is so wet that taking all of him is only a matter of another spank that causes her to utter Oh God and to instinctively move her body to release the painful urge that has been confined to her groin for far too long, she throws her head back and closes her eyes for a moment, enjoying one the most wicked moments of her life. There is nothing small about Wesker.

     ''Look at me, kitten, and do not look away,'' Wesker grips her chin between his thumb and pointer finger and holds her head still. Celeste is conscious of her movements, desperate to get a groan out of the man that's causing her to lose her mind. Wesker takes one of her hands and holds it against her chest like he had done before. His other hand is resting on the small of her back, guiding her movements. 

     ''Feel your heart-beat, follow the rhythm, and don't stop,'' the way Wesker says those words and looks at her sends a warning signal down Celeste's spine. The real test begins now. She obeys his order and her movements become quicker, each roll of her hips echoes her heartbeat and in almost no time her heart picks up the pace. 

     ''Not quite yet, kitten,'' Wesker's eyes are burning Celeste, he seems to be able to read her body better than Celeste can. Another spank sends urgency through her body and her pace is almost unbearable on the most sensitive parts of her body. She feels her cunt squeeze around Wesker's cock and even though he doesn't react audibly she can tell that his eyes close and open at a slower rate than usual. 

          Celeste's body is painfully desperate for the release, but she still searches Wesker's eyes for approval. He shakes his head and Celeste's body responds to him immediately. She wants to be rewarded by him, she only needs to last a little longer. Her whole body is shaking in anticipation of Wesker giving her permission. Celeste slows down for a moment, her breathing is labored. It feels like her body is spending all the energy available to her to obey Wesker's orders. 

     ''You're in control of your body, don't slow down now,'' Wesker's face is serious as he sits up, he moves her hand to her throat, her pulse is so strong and quick. His eyes are barely an inch away from hers, making her focus on him. Wesker keeps Celeste's hand in place by holding her by her throat, a pure sense of adrenaline spikes up and following Wesker's demand she keeps moving on top of him in the same rhythm as her heartbeat. Her body is going through agony. She is so close to the point of no return that she has to fight herself to keep her eyes locked on Wesker.