𝐋𝐞𝐭'𝐬 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐚 𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞 || 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Cʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ Vⵊⵊⵊ

'*•.¸♡ Royalty ♡¸.•*'
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The chilled cement room you had been locked in was not pleasant, to say the least. No light from outside the bolted metal door could be seen. You had lost track of time, unsure how long you'd been trapped in the cell. Seb would bring you food, but it wasn't a regular meal; it was more of small snacks at random times.

Your thoughts were the only thing that kept you company. Your mind raced with thoughts surrounding your glorified kidnapper. Why had you stayed? Why did your stomach tighten when he made eye contact? Why are you craving his touch?

A groan left your lips as you rested your head against the cement wall. Your eyes fluttered shut, and you released a sigh. The heavy door squealed as it opened; you didn't open your eyes, assuming it was Sebastian. Heavy footsteps grew louder as they approached you.

"Darling~"

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

Before you could finish, he grabbed your shirt and pulled you in to connect his lips with yours. You tensed at his sudden and unprovoked action before giving in to the kiss, your lips moving in sync. He reached his hand behind your head, cupping your jaw. His thumb gently caressed your cheek, a soft moan leaving your lips. You could feel his smirk as he moved his hand to your throat.

He tightened his grip on your neck slightly, forcing another moan to escape your lips. He pulled 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 breathed, his eyes darkening by the second. You subconsciously swallowed harshly against his hold; his lips, in turn, curled into a devilish smirk. "Unfortunately, my love, we have places to be."

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

He chuckled, releasing your neck. "No, but I feel as though you have learned your lesson. Am I correct in assuming that?" The corner of his mouth lifted as he spoke, his eyes twinkling in the silence.

"Yes, sir," you mumbled under your breath as you nodded.

His eyes narrowed as he stood straighter. "What was that, my dear?"

You sucked in a breath, lowering your head, and spoke, "Yes, sir."

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

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

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

You slipped into the room, Jim closing—and locking—the doors. You released a sigh as you dragged yourself to the bathroom. On the counter was a beautiful dress that would no doubt compliment every part of your figure. A smile crept onto your lips as you lifted the dress, resting it on top of the dirty dress you'd been wearing. Your eyes twinkled with excitement as you began to undress.

You turned on the shower, waiting for the water to warm. Carefully reaching an arm into the stream of water, you sighed now that it was the right temperature. You stepped in, twirling under the stream of water as you washed off the filth you had acquired from your previous 'sleeping quarters.' You had never been so thankful for hot water pelting you on the back. Once all the dirt had rushed off your body, you began rubbing shampoo and conditioner into your hair.

The coconut scent from the shampoo hovered in the bathroom long after you had exited and dried off. Once completely dry, you shimmed into the emerald-green dress. It reached just a few centimetres above your knees and had a corset back that you could not reach—you still were going to try. You turned your back to the mirror, the ribbons in your hands as you peeked back to tie it through the mirror.

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

You jumped, quickly connecting your eyes with his. "How long have you been standing there?"

He strode towards you, resting a hand on your waist. "Not long," he answered, his bottom lip hiding between his teeth. "Would you like some help?"

You could feel your cheeks heat up, so you lowered your head. "Yes," you whispered, biting your lips shortly after.

He reached for your chin, pulling your head so you'd meet his gaze. "Turn around," he instructed, spinning you so he was behind you. His fingers trailed along your back as he messed with the ribbons, sending chills up your spine. You slapped a hand over your mouth in an attempt to stop the soft whimpers from escaping.

It felt like he was taking a while, so you spoke up. "Are you—" you paused, a quiet whimper falling from your lips as his hand trailed along your lower back. You knew your cheeks were burning red from the shameful sound that left your lips. "Are you almost done?"  you fumbled, talking as fast as possible.

"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 peeked at his watch before looking at you. "Come now, my love. The ride is here." He extended an arm, and you interlocked yours with his. He brought your hand up to his lips, kissing each knuckle before opening your bedroom door.

You descended the stairs with his hand lifting yours, like the movies Sherlock let you watch as a child. "I feel like royalty," you laughed as you reached the last step.

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

Your jaw dropped as you stared at the luxury vehicle. "Jim, this is—"

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

You laughed, smiling lopsidedly. "We shall."

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