𝐋𝐞𝐭'𝐬 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐚 𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞 || 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Cʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ Vⵊⵊⵊ

'*•.¸♡ Royalty ♡¸.•*'
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The chilled cement room you're locked in is not pleasant, to say the least. No light from outside the bolted metal door can be seen. You've lost track of time, unsure how long you've been trapped in the cell. Seb brings you food, but it isn't a regular meal; it's more like small snacks at random times.

Your thoughts are the only thing that keep you company. Your mind races with thoughts surrounding your glorified kidnapper. Why do you stay? Why does your stomach tighten when he makes eye contact? Why are you craving his touch?

A groan leaves your lips as you rest your head against the cement wall. Your eyes flutter shut, and you release a sigh. The heavy door squeals as it opens; you don't open your eyes, assuming it's Sebastian. Heavy footsteps grow louder as they approach you.

"Darling~"

Your eyes shoot open, meeting the brunette's gaze. "Jim?" You push yourself up to stand across from him. "What are you do—"

Before you can finish, he grabs your shirt and pulls you in to connect his lips with yours. You tense at his sudden and unprovoked action before giving in to the kiss, your lips moving in sync. He reaches his hand behind your head, cupping your jaw. His thumb gently caresses your cheek, a soft moan escaping your lips. You can feel his smirk as he moves his hand to your throat.

He tightens his grip on your neck slightly, forcing another moan to escape. He pulls back, inhaling deeply, still resting his hand on your throat. "You keep making those beautiful sounds, and I may not be able to control myself," he breathes, his eyes darkening by the second. You subconsciously swallow harshly against his hold; his lips, in turn, curl into a devilish smirk. "Unfortunately, my love, we have places to be."

You cock your head the best you can with his hand still latched onto your neck, your nose wrinkling. "We? Has it been three days already?"

He chuckles, releasing your neck. "No, but I feel as though you've learned your lesson. Am I correct in assuming that?" The corner of his mouth lifts as he speaks, his eyes twinkling in the silence.

"Yes, sir," you mumble under your breath as you nod.

His eyes narrow as he stands straighter. "What was that, my dear?"

You suck in a breath, lowering your head, and speak, "Yes, sir."

"Good girl." He places a quick kiss on your neck. Seconds later, his hand grasps yours, intertwining your fingers before exiting your 'cell.'

You trip up the steps, attempting to walk at the same speed as Jim. "Wait," you breathe, coughing. "Where are we going?"

"Surprise," he grins, pulling you to the massive staircase in the foyer. "I've picked out an outfit since you obviously can't." You ascend the stairs, and he walks you to your room. "I will be in my room but will return to you in thirty minutes..." He pushes open the door, motioning for you to enter.

You slip into the room, Jim closing—and locking—the doors. You release a sigh as you drag yourself to the bathroom. On the counter is a beautiful dress that no doubt compliments every part of your figure. A smile creeps onto your lips as you lift the dress, resting it on top of the dirty one you've been wearing. Your eyes twinkle with excitement as you begin to undress.

You turn on the shower, waiting for the water to warm. Carefully reaching an arm into the stream, you sigh once it hits the right temperature. You step in, twirling under the water as you wash off the filth you've acquired from your previous 'sleeping quarters.' You've never been so thankful for hot water pelting your back. Once all the dirt rushes off your body, you begin rubbing shampoo and conditioner into your hair.

The coconut scent from the shampoo hovers in the bathroom long after you exit and dry off. Once completely dry, you shimmy into the emerald-green dress. It reaches just a few centimeters above your knees and has a corset back you can't quite reach—but you still try. You turn your back to the mirror, the ribbons in your hands as you peek back to tie them through the reflection.

You're so focused on being independent that you don't notice the smirking man watching your every move, subtly wetting his lips while leaning against the door frame. "Need some help, darling~?"

You jump, quickly meeting his eyes. "How long have you been standing there?"

He strides toward you, resting a hand on your waist. "Not long," he answers, his bottom lip caught between his teeth. "Would you like some help?"

You feel your cheeks heat up, so you lower your head. "Yes," you whisper, biting your lip shortly after.

He reaches for your chin, pulling your head up so you meet his gaze. "Turn around," he instructs, spinning you so he's behind you. His fingers trail along your back as he messes with the ribbons, sending chills up your spine. You slap a hand over your mouth in an attempt to stop the soft whimpers from escaping.

It feels like he's taking a while, so you speak up. "Are you—" you pause, a quiet whimper falling from your lips as his hand trails along your lower back. You know your cheeks are burning red from the shameful sound that escapes. "Are you almost done?" you fumble, speaking quickly.

"Darling, I've been done," he whispers beside your ear. He spins you around, his hands cupping your cheeks as he playfully grins. "I just loved all those little sounds you were muffling." He peeks at his watch before looking at you. "Come now, my love. The ride is here." He extends an arm, and you interlock yours with his. He brings your hand up to his lips, kissing each knuckle before opening your bedroom door.

You descend the stairs with his hand lifting yours, like the movies Sherlock used to let you watch as a child. "I feel like royalty," you laugh as you reach the last step.

Moriarty pauses at the bottom of the stairs, cupping your face. "My queen, you are." He gently connects his lips with yours for a few seconds before pulling away. "Your carriage awaits," he announces, motioning to the sleek, black limo outside the front doors.

Your jaw drops as you stare at the luxury vehicle. "Jim, this is—"

He cuts you off. "You deserve it." He extends his arm like before with a smile. "Shall we, my queen?"

You laugh, smiling lopsidedly. "We shall."

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