Owned by Him (rewrite)

17. Romanticizing Deceit

"Asta, come here."

While sorting out the documents in Marvel's office, I could feel his intense stare every time I moved. Calling out to me with his low and husky voice, he put his pen and closed the documents on his table when we were finally alone there.

He reached me as I came to his chair, slowly pulling my hand and lightly kissing the palm, smiling to learn my bashful reaction. The sensation of his cold hand that touched my skin was like no other.

He patted his lap twice and I blushed by the obvious intention. Unlike in his company office, here in his home office, I didn't hesitate, because the room was instantly more about him than any corporate setting had ever felt.

I took off unnecessary clothes on me; leaving only a piece of shirt and a pair of socks. I stretched the white fabric end to cover my lower half, even though it was useless. Marvel spread his arms to take me as I straddled him on his seat, placing my knees to both sides. Our gaze found each other and then our lips were engaged in a kiss.

The difference between kissing with Marvel and with anyone else was his kiss felt much more intense. Every muscle in my mouth noticed how his tongue moved and led mine to do the same. He didn't need long to arouse my curiosity. It was how good he is at kissing, but not kissing only.

His hand reached my bottom, rubbing me over there. He watched me in wonder, realizing that part of me already became soft and wet as I had loosened it before coming to him, just like he ordered me to.

Ready, I softly broke the kiss to start it all.

"I... prepared myself as you told me to, so... p-please put this on."

I took a pack of condoms from my pocket, handing it over to Marvel timidly. Our eyes were aiming at it for a while, but he didn't seem eager to take it, so I opened the seal for him.

"I have plenty of this... in my drawer..." I continued, yet with a very low voice as if a murmur, corresponding to my shrinking confidence.

In amusement Marvel stared at me, studying my expression. In the next minute, if he didn't react to any of my provocations, I would know I failed.

"Why?" He finally asked, his voice soft to balance mine.

"B-because... it is hard for me to clean it after you came... s-so deep inside..."

Not expecting my raw honesty, a mute and his astonished face was what I got in return. I could no longer control what I showed on my complexion, so it was such a good thing I wasn't the one witnessing it, until he laughed, sinking his face to my neck and hugging my waist.

"Ah... You're so cute, Asta."

The space was completely undesirable when Marvel and I were intertwined in a tight embrace, seeking each other's warmth. For a moment, I wasn't feeling as if acting, instead, showing my true feelings toward the comment.

"Do you need my assistance to clean here?" He asked and before long I felt his fingers were in an attempt to demand an entrance, squeezing the thick ass cheeks to split the gap. Nervous, I tried to squirm away.

"N-no... That's not what I-"

"I don't mind helping."

My argument was cut when he husked in a whisper, his lips grazing my neck, electrifying the rest of my body. I clenched my hands to get a grasp of the remaining pieces of my sanity, knowing what would happen once I lost them all.

I want to conquer him. I'm still trying now. But, I won't be able to do it as long as I haven't yet defeated myself.

I know.