Sex Scandal {Charles Leclerc}

ownership

Hey guys! 

First of all I wrote this chapter on my laptop, so I hope commenting will work normally (it didn't last time). If not... Idk man. Just comment and I'll figure out what it was in regards to. 

Also this chapter is almost purely smut, except for like the last 500 words. 

There's nothing else really, so feel free to skip this one entirely if you don't like smut! 

Anyways, see you!

.

.

.

.

.

»Charles, I need you to fuck me like you own me...«

Charles had never felt more lust than in that moment. His usual need to be the one be dominated, fully submitting to his partners wished crumbled under the stare of Kyras' desperate eyes. She needed him, wanted him to be in charge and Charles was more than willing to answer her wishes. 

When they'd reached his room, the Monegasques mind and body were completely in sync as he pressed Kyra against the wall of the entrance, kissing her aggressively. His teeth digging into her lower lip, coaxing soft moans out of her. One hand wandered to the back of her head, making sure she wouldn't hit the wall. His fingers clung to the dark, curly strands, deliberately pulling on them.

It was the first time Charles was doing something like this, being the one to pull the strings. He was surprised how naturally it came to him, every move was instinct, nothing had to be thought about... and how much he liked it. 

A voice in the back of Charles mind wondered if he should talk to Kyra first, ask where this sudden need to be in a submissive roll came from after she'd made it clear she didn't like it in the past. Clearly something had happened today, something that was bothering her... but once the young woman pulled on Charles belt, looking at him with a questioning look, all reason was gone. 

"Can I?" Kyra asked carefully, making it clear she wouldn't do anything without Charles permission. Something new. 

It sent a shudder of pleasure through Charles stomach and further south. He had full control over what was happening. Over what Kyra could and couldn't do. Without noticing he licked over his bottom lip. 

Instead of answering he pushed Kyra down to her knees, watching her every move as she undid his belt and carefully pulled his pants and boxers down. He was hard already, his cock throbbing with excitement. So the young woman could get right to it. She didn't waste any time, gripping his shaft with one hand and putting her lips around the tip. 

The moment Charles felt the wet, warm sensation surrounding his dick, his head fell back against the wall he stood against. The initial tingle quickly turned into hot, heavy pleasure making it hard for him to breathe regularly or even stay on his feet. Using both of his hands as stabilization by pressing them against the cold surface, he glanced down at Kyra. 

Her devastatingly beautiful eyes were looking right back at him, apparently having observed him the entire time. They were filled with admiration and desire, only driving the Monegasque into insanity further. He needed her, so much... but there was no way he'd stop this. She felt too good, sucking and choking on his cock. 

Feeling the need for more, Charles' hand found it's way to the back of her head, once again grabbing her hair. This time his intentions weren't so nice as he started pushing and pulling her head back and forth, creating the perfect rhythm for him to reach his climax. He did hear Kyra's whimpers and gags and he would have stopped if she'd pushed him to, but she didn't complain, her fingers only digging deeper into his hips. 

With a loud moan, Charles released, his body twitching and trembling, his cock buried in Kyra's mouth as the thick liquid spilled down her throat. Without protest she swallowed it, staying on her knees as Charles pulled back, needing a moment to catch his breath. 

Finally able to move again, he looked down to discover a couple of stray tears running down Kyra's face, her mascara mildly smudged. All Charles could think about was wanting to ruin it completely. His voice was rough when he commanded, "Get up." 

As soon as they were face to face again, he gently wiped the tears away, kissing her on the cheek. "You did a good job, baby." Charles muttered against Kyra's soft skin. 

The sweet moment didn't last long, Charles ready to continue. Kyra had made clear what she wanted and it was far from over. When he'd dragged her over to the bed, he pushed her down on it, ridding himself of his clothes in the process. Kyra was about to follow his example, but her hands were slapped away. 

Understanding the order without words, she just laid there and let Charles do as he pleased. The Monegasque started with her shirt, pulling it over her head in one fluid motion. Instead of taking off her bra next, like the young woman expected it, Charles instead went for her pants, shoes and socks. All that was left was her underwear. 

Taking a moment to admire her body, light blue eyes wandered up and down, taking in every inch of the tan skin. Every line, arch and imperfections. Although to Charles nothing on Kyra was an imperfection. Not the scars. Not the stretchmarks. Nothing. Everything played it's part in making her the divine woman she was. 

Charles couldn't wait to ruin her the way she wanted it. The way he wanted it. 

He started by kissing his way from her neck to the hem of her bra. Leaving a hickey right at the top of her right breast, he looked up, watching Kyra's eyes fall closed and her lips forming a silent moan. 

"Fuck you look so beautiful..." Charles mumbled against the warm skin of her chest as one hand reached behind her back to undo her bra. It was tossed off the bed quickly, Charles hand on her breasts before it even hit the ground. 

Briefly he massaged them, but he knew that wasn't what would bring Kyra pleasure. Releasing one of them, he immediately replaced the empty space with his mouth, sucking and biting on her nipple. The reaction followed immediately, as Kyra arched her back and let a surprised gasp escape. Instinctively she buried one hand in Charles dark hair, too distracted to notice his hand gliding down her body. 

Only when it reached it's goal between her legs did the young woman notice. Her initial reaction was to bring her knees together, but that was quickly made impossible as Charles opened them by putting his body between them. With a small grin he looked up at Kyra, his thumb stimulation her through the already wet fabric of her underwear. 

"You wanted this, remember?" Charles teased, bringing his face back to the same level as Kyra's. Of course he would stop at the smallest sign of discomfort, but so far she seemed to enjoy it. And she nodded at Charles question, tilting her chin upwards, asking for a kiss Charles gave her right away. 

Her breath was hot against his lips, whining at the pleasure she was receiving. Charles finger pinching her nipple caused slight pain, which transformed into an exciting tingle in a matter of seconds and his finger circling her clit was just further adding to that. 

She wanted more. Needed more as all the lust was starting to form a knot in her lower stomach which begged for release. But she didn't dare ask him to do anything more. This was already more than she'd expected to get. Based off her question she'd thought Charles would just fuck her without much consideration of her. 

Charles didn't need her to asks for anything. He could read her face and body like an instruction sheet. But instead of removing the last piece of clothing or increasing the speed of his fingers, he removed them by sitting up. A whimper slipped, showing exactly how unhappy Kyra was with the change. 

"Charles, I-" She whined, but was interrupted by his hand gabbing her by her jaw. Silenced with surprise, she stared up at her boyfriend, wondering where he'd hidden this dominant part of his personality all this time. On one hand she liked it. A lot. On the other it also scared her a little and she couldn't decide if that was a good or a bad thing. 

"Sh, turn around." Charles demanded, one hand on Kyra's hip to help her in case she wouldn't listen to him right away, but Kyra listened, rolling around so she was laying on her stomach. Bending forward the Monegasque whispered, "Good girl." 

He saw the shudder run down Kyra's exposed spine, her scars visible. Noticing exactly how tense she'd gotten in a matter of seconds, he decided to show her how much he loved her. Every single part. 

Slowly he spread kisses down her back, making sure to kiss every single mark there was. Whispering sweet comments Charles let his hands trail along her side, keeping Kyra in place as she twitched under his touch. 

"You don't have to..." Kyra's voice was trembling, her hands clinging into the pillow beneath her. In her mind she was convinced Charles only did this to make her feel better, not because he actually wanted to.

So it was safe to say she was shocked when she heard him say, "Sh, baby, let me enjoy your body. You trust me, right?" 

"Y-yes... Yes, I do." She answered breathlessly, every hair on her body standing up. The worry was mostly gone, wiped away by the knowledge that she was safe with Charles. Even though she'd asked him to be rough with her, he'd never do anything she didn't want to. 

"Do you have a safe word?" Charles asked, having reached the end of her back, now kissing her hips. He wanted all safety in place before he fucked her. 

"Butterfly." 

Wordlessly Charles grabbed one of the pillows, slightly lifting Kyras hips so he could put it underneath her middle. Now that she was elevated, he had much better access. He made his fingers wet with the fluid that was there already, then started the process of making her ready to take him. 

Charles wasn't as gentle with it at he usually was, quickly working his way in with two fingers. Kyra wasn't opposed at all, moving her hips in synch with his fingers while grinding against the pillow at the same time. He let her have her fun with it until he noticed her breathing getting heavier, her movements less controlled. That was when he removed his fingers and placed his hands of either sides of her hips instead, pushing her down. 

Unable to move, Kyra closer her eyes as she felt Charles cock on her entrance. The slight pain she felt as it slid inside was replaced by pleasure as it started moving, penetrating her at increasing speed. The pressure from above and beneath felt ecstatic, rubbing against her g-spot. Waves of satisfaction rushed through her body and the young woman believed it couldn't get any better... 

Until Charles arm wandered around her hip and his fingers were stimulating her clit again. It all started to become to much. In a good way. Every part of her body was tingling, twitching and begging for more. For a release. 

Without noticing she'd started moaning loudly. Too loud. 

Even with everything going on Charles realized that they were still in a hotel room and he sure didn't want anyone to hear them. To stop Kyra he took his remaining hand of her hip and brought it up to her mouth instead, covering it fully. That way he could still feel it if she tried to communicate with him in some way. 

With the problem solved the Monegasque could focus on what he was actually doing again. He pushed into Kyra harder, fucking her out of control and with all the pleasure he could ever imagine. It was amazing, being in control. Able to take whatever he wanted and still making her feel good at the same time. 

To his astonishment it wasn't him who came first, but the woman beneath him instead. He could feel her body shaking, the walls of her pussy tightening as she bit into the palm of his hand to suppress an upcoming scream of pleasure. Her sharp teeth dug into the skin, but Charles let her, enjoying the feeling of her throbbing pussy around his dick. It almost sent him over the cliff as well. 

A few more pushes as Kyra's body sunk into the bed, exhausted from her orgasm, and then Charles was there was well, releasing his cum into her a second time in the matter of about thirty minutes. Riding out his orgasm Charles thrust into Kyra one last time, hearing her whimper in pain. She felt sore already, every push leaving her with a burning sensation. 

She didn't have to complain though as Charles pulled out, kissing her back one last time before he sat down next to her. Kyra's face was mostly hidden behind, still Charles recognized the empty expression on it, her blue eyes staring into nothingness. 

All sexual desire had left the Monegasque, leaving him with the need to take care of her and make her feel okay. Obviously she wasn't at the moment, probably overwhelmed by past memories. Used to the lack of aftercare from the time she'd been with Katherine. 

Carefully Charles pulled his girlfriend into his arms and asked, "Do you want to take a bath? Clean up? There's a huge bathtub in the bathroom." 

Silently Kyra nodded, her head dropping against Charles chest. It worried him, but he knew now wasn't the time to talk. He helped her get to the bathroom, where he sat her into the large tub, promising her that the cold wouldn't last for long. Then he turned on the water, making sure it was at a warm temperature before emptying every foam-bath sample the hotel had provided him with into the tub. 

The scent of roses and lavender filled the cold space as warm water spread around Kyra, slowly filling the bathtub. Still the young woman was sitting there, her arms wrapped around her knees which she'd pulled up to her chest. It seemed like she was deep in though, what about Charles didn't know. He found it best to let her decide when she was ready to talk to him. Forcing her to do anything had never been a good idea. 

It proved hard to stick to his principles when silent tears slid down Kyra's cheeks. She hadn't made a sound or moved, but she was clearly upset about something. 

With all the self-restraint Charles had, he let her be and focused on washing and conditioning her hair instead. She let him do it, closing her eyes every time he used the showerhead to wash out whatever product he'd put into her long hair. 

It wasn't until Charles was brushing through the wet curls, that Kyra opened her mouth. Her voice was weak, barely audible as she asked, "Will you leave me, when you get bored of me?" 

Charles flinched at the sad tone, which indicated that Kyra was almost certain he would inevitably leave her at some point. He had no idea why she would think so, especially over getting bored of her, which he certainly wouldn't... and then he remembered the look on Kyra's face after coming back from her run in in the bathroom with Katherine at the party earlier that day. It was the same look she had on now. 

Was that what Kyra had been worrying about since then? Was that the reason she'd wanted Charles to fuck her so possessively? 

"Kyra, I could never get bored of you! Not in a hundred years!" 

"No? Not of my insecurities? My problems? My body?" Kyra asked in genuine disbelief. In her mind she could hear Katherines laugh, making her cheeks flush in embarrassment. Still she wanted to hear Charles say that he wouldn't and be naive enough to believe him.

Charles gasped quietly, his hands cupping his girlfriends sad face so he could look at her properly while he spoke to her. He made sure to say every word clearly, so Kyra would know that he was absolutely serious when he said them. 

"I could never get bored of any part of you. Not bored, not bothered. Nothing. Please do not think so at any moment. I love everything about you, dear. And it will stay like that forever. I promise you that." Concerned Charles frowned at Kyra, who could barely keep eye contact with him without breaking into tears. Curiosity got the best of him and he asked, "Is that what Katherine told you today?" 

Slowly Kyra nodded, her dark eyes flickering at the memory. Charles sighed, placing a gentle kiss on Kyra's forehead. 

"Don't listen to her, that's what she wants. Make you miserable." The Monegasque couldn't help but scoff, his chest burning with the need to just drive the bitch over. "But we'll get her. Get rid of her for good, I promise." 

"Thank you, Charlie." Kyra sighed, her head sinking against Charles bare chest. Enjoying the feeling of his fingers running through her wet hair, she closed her eyes, really feeling how drained she was. Physically and emotionally. She needed a break. 

"Not for that, baby..."

.

.

.

.

.

:)

Bye!