7MIH; Kuroshitsuji [Editing]

6. The toy spider

Scenario #6: Claude F.

contains: mentions of choking, begging, a bit condescending (i think?)

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You tilted your head in confusion at the black toy spider in your hand. The small toy squeaked in your hand when you accidentally pressed on it, making you laugh. While you were questioning the sanity of the person who brought such a thing to a party, a stoic male approached you. Finally taking a look at the man you were going to spend seven minutes with, you almost swooned.

He looked a lot like Sebastian, but colder and broader, with golden eyes and glasses. Like with Sebastian, you also figured out that Claude was a demon. You sure felt lucky that you were going to make out with a hot demon.

The dimly lit room definitely helped set the mood. You wondered if Madame Red's intentions were to get all of her guests laid before they left. As soon as the door closed, Claude did not waste any time backing you up against the wall, ignoring the giant bed in the middle of the room.

The stoic man bent down a bit, eyes flashing red as he stared at your lips. He cupped your face with a hand, thumb brushing against your lower lip. You could feel yourself starting to get flustered. It felt as though he was playing around with you.

His other hand rested on your waist. Claude barely did anything to you, but you were aching for more. You wanted him to kiss you, run his hands all over you, choke you, defile you... but the demon's golden eyes stayed locked onto yours, occasionally dropping to your lips as he would lick his own in anticipation.

He would not do anything more than that. He was waiting for your patience to wear out, for you to call out to him first, for you to beg... For the first few seconds, you refused to yield. However, your patience was wearing thin. You really needed him.

"Please...," you whispered.

Claude's golden eyes gleamed and he cocked an eyebrow at you.

"Please what?" He asked, "use your words sweetheart."

"Kiss me please... touch me."

At that point, you no longer cared about your pride. You just ached for Claude and needed him, even if you had to beg. He smirked, adjusting his spectacles.

"Such a good sweetheart," was all he said before his lips met yours. His cold lips fit your warm ones just right, but he pulled away too quickly, leaving you wanting for more.

You glared at the demon who was smirking mockingly at you. He enjoyed teasing you, and he would not give you whatever you wanted so easily.

You whined, pressing your body closer to his, tugging on his collar so that he would bend down and capture your lips in a kiss again. But Claude grabbed your hands, keeping them firmly in place as he chuckled darkly.

"Poor sweetheart, you need my hands on you that bad? Hmm? You want to be touched?"

His condescending tone made you feel flustered, but it was surely arousing.

"Yes... plea... please."

Your broken speech seemed to amuse him further. He gripped your hands harder, pushing them against the wall. You were defenseless, vulnerable and completely at his mercy.

Claude leaned in, nipping slowly at your neck, moving upwards to your jaw. You whined, needy for his lips on yours but he took his sweet time. Finally, he kissed you on the lips again, mouth snug against yours. He pulled at your lower lip, biting and snaked his tongue into your mouth, exploring every inch, claiming it.

Your hands were bound by one of his, while his other hand trailed down your body, stopping when it reached your hip.

"Now tell me, sweetheart, where do you want my hand?"

Your breath hitched. You wanted to say all over your body but his next words and actions caught you off guard.

"Do you want it here?" He asked, a sweet smile on his face while his hand landed in a loud smack against your ass.

"Or maybe here?"

His hand moved upwards, under your shirt brushing against a nipple.

"Or perhaps, you need it here..."

His hand trailed downwards again, cupping you through your clothes, applying pressure. Claude grinned when a whimper escaped your lips. He liked seeing you so needy for him.

"Please... I need..." You could not even speak properly. The sexual tension was thick, and all you wanted to for Claude to bed you.

However a knock at the door stole your attention away from your fantasies. The teasing demon pulled away from you, walking out of the room without even glancing back at you. You, on the other hand, were massaging your wrists which had become red from how tight he had been holding them.

You did not see the demon again that night, but you felt as though this would not be the last time you heard from him.