Cinderella Story [Wriothesley x Reader]

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"Give me your hands."

Of course you complied immediately, and with quite a good idea of what he had in mind, you reached forward with both of your hands, keeping them close to each other. He took the handcuffs he always had on him and carefully snapped them around both of your wrists. His touch was warm and gentle, in contrast to the cold metal. After tightening them just enough to leave space for about the width of a finger, he grabbed the chain that connected both parts and pulled you closer to him by it. Not expecting the sudden forceful movement, you stumbled forward and you lost your balance, and with being unable to catch yourself, crashed into him with a small cry. Probably just what he wanted.

"So eager?" he mocked you. "Then let's get started."

With one arm around your back and the second one under your knees he snatched you from the ground and threw you on the bed. You hadn't even processed the change of location before he had pulled your hands up over your head. With a click, he fastened the handcuffs to his bedframe. You looked up at the carabiner that was 'randomly' connected to the metal rods of the frame. How convenient.

You moved your arms around a bit, pulled on the handcuff to get a feel for them. No matter how hard you tried, they didn't give in one bit and had you secured tightly. They didn't hurt if you didn't move, but as you pulled, they pressed into your flesh in a way that'd surely become uncomfortable with time. Your heart hammered in your chest.

Meanwhile Wriothesley had climbed over you, his hands on both sides of your face, and stared down at you with a smirk. You swallowed hard.

"You're all mine now, to do with as I please. You do realize that, don't you?"

If your cheeks had been red before, that was nothing compared to how furiously you blushed now. His words made you burn up and your arousal spike, your core throb. Instinctively you squeezed your thighs together, which didn't escape him.

"You really do enjoy this, huh?" Wriothesley smirked, stating this clearly to humiliate you, which only furthered your excitement.

"H-how could I not?" With burning cheeks, you averted your gaze and mumbled your next words, "...if it's you doing it."

That got a reaction out of him. He stilled for a moment, until you looked back up at him. His hand grabbed your face and he pressed his lips on yours in a deep, needy kiss, leaving you breathless and lightheaded. Then he leaned back, opened his belt and his pants just far enough to be able to pull his cock out. It was hard and leaking already.

"Open your mouth, sweetheart." He inched closer to your head, holding his erection into your face. The arousal had taken you over so much that you weren't even embarrassed when you opened up wide and stuck your tongue out, licking up the underside of it. He groaned at the contact, pressed his cock down onto your tongue for even more friction and started rocking back and forth slightly.

For a while, Wriothesley just let you caress him with your tongue, tasting his precum. You tried to make him feel as good as possible, licking and kissing his shaft with special focus on his tip. Judging by the small groans he made you did a good job.

His hand reached into your hair, caressing your scalp for just a bit before he tightened his fingers into a fist and grabbed a handful. He didn't need much force to angle your face just right for him to start gliding his tip into your mouth. You whined at the roughness, but let him do as he pleased. Right now, you were here for him to use.

He pressed himself into you, going deeper and deeper relentlessly, until he had buried himself to the hilt. Deep enough to trigger your gag reflex which you tried to suppress by swallowing. You felt his pubic hair in your face. Tears started forming in the corners of your eyes. He kept himself there until right before it got too much for you, then he pulled back a little so you could breathe in through your nose. He gave you a moment. "You good?"