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There were rumours, and parts of town were off limits to normal civilian folks, on the off chance that trouble would arise. The world was full of powerful and terrible people, some were interested in control, others interested in the people. One particular family was both; interested in domination and caring for the people in their territory.
The family were strict but fair when it came to the residents in their territory. Loan sharking was somewhat outdated, they were fair with their loans and their collections- as long as you didn’t cross them. There were many horror stories about what happened to those people, but we don't talk about them.
They were well respected, the leader of the family a man intimidating in figure, his quiet nature cut with his deep timbre was enough to silence the loudest of rooms. He was adept at his job, and executed everything accurately with perfection. It was almost frightening, but it garnered him much respect.
She was a nervous person by nature, with many dreams, and many hopes for her future. She adored art, books and interesting things, which brought her to the conclusion of what she wanted to do with her life. She wanted to open an Antiques store, a place filled with stories, beauty and intrigue.
She had collected a large amount of items, things forgotten in time to some, things abandoned by others, or small things that had been gifted by kind artists or writers who just needed a voice. She had enough to start a small store, but not the funds. That was until a letter arrived, the family had reached out to some entrepreneurs offering small loans.
It was like a dream come true. She’d seen the cars as they drove through the city, watched as the family went to and fro on their business but never interfered with them. It was curious as to how they even knew that she was looking to open a business, until the last line of the letter.
“Thank you for the chain you sold me, I take good care of it.”
H
She dropped the letter out of surprise and shook her head. Her store had been a small online thing, she had mentioned that she was looking to open a store but-
Maybe this was her chance?
She collected the letter and wrote a note in response.
“Thank you, I would appreciate the help.”
S
She slid her note into the envelope and followed the instructions, venturing out to the post box, she slid the letter inside with little hesitation, hoping for some sort of help for a better future for herself.
A few days later, and a few more online sales later, she ventured outside for the first time in a few days, her anxious nature making it a little difficult at times but now, she was able to venture the streets with little to no fear for her safety.
As she stepped outside, she ran into the postman, looking down at the oyster white gold envelope in her hands, she took a trembling breath. Would they help her? Would they just wish her well and tell her to go away? Or worse, tell her to fuck off entirely?
She opened the letter with a slight tremble to her hands, looking down at the fancy script, topped off with a crisp cheque. The numbers on the cheque made her eyes widen and tear up, barely making out the lettering on the note within her grasp, giving her a list of potentially profitable locations that she might set up shop.
She blinked a few times at the cheque, gaping at it until finally her sense kicked in. She had the money, she had a list of properties, what the hell was she waiting for? She hurriedly rushed to the tram stop to go into central, unaware of the eyes that trailed after her.
She hopped onto the tram and tapped her card, taking a seat and scanning over the letter one more time. “I can’t believe this…the Haywire family must really be as generous as they say.” She smiled to herself and waited patiently for her stop.
Once they reached central, she hopped off of the tram and immediately made it to the bank, she organised the needed deals and by day's end, the Haywire family’s account was light by almost a Mil and she had a shiny new property with all the bells and whistles.
She started stocking the shop the next day, conversing with nearby business neighbours and putting out blog posts to announce opening a new store. This was everything she’d wanted, a mini gallery space for art, a reading nook and library for the books and multiple counters for the jewellery.
The first month business was booming and she’d begun to flourish under watchful eyes, the teal sunset hue tracking her movements within the store as another associate beat the shit out of the person on the other end of the line to the phone pressed to his ear.
He took a moment and subconsciously fiddled with the chain around his neck, not his sentimental one, but a pretty bulky thing bought from the object of his current attentions. “I’m gonna talk to her.” The other associate in the car started at his deep rumble of a declaration.
“Are you sure boss? I mean- she’s a pretty innocent thing isn't she? Does she even know what she’s signed up for?” His gaze was still planted firmly on her form working busily in the Antiques store. She was putting up a new painting and singing to a song on the radio, blissfully ignorant to the world around her.
“I need to make sure she understands the terms of her repayment.” He watched her closely as the phone call finished with the sound of the guy gurgling on his own blood. “Fine, but be gentle.” The associate quickly left the car, crossing the road and entering the quaint storefront.
“Welcome!” She turned to face him with a bright smile, he hesitated before moving to browse the artwork displayed. “So- your first month is up and your payment is due.” She paused for a moment then moved behind the counter. “Of course- umm I guess that’s why the car is parked across the street there? I recognised it.”
The eyes watching her, narrowed as she gestured out towards the car. Apparently she was more attentive than he gave her credit for. “How much does she owe for this month?” His eyes moved to the driver and he sighed in response. “35K.” The driver turned his eyes to the window, watching the traffic lazily drift by and let out a chuckle. “Aint no way she’s got that. What’s the plan for this one?”
Sunset eyes glanced back at the door as his associate stepped out of the property with an envelope in hand, jogging through the light traffic to get back to the car. “Well, this is her takings for this month, minus rent and personal stuff. It’s pretty damned light boss.” He passed the envelope over and watched as the boss flicked through the notes nestled inside. “This is half of what she owes. …Do we send a message? Or do I let her make it up to me?”
He looked back to the window, as she went to and fro, busily organising her store, proudly displaying items that benefitted not just herself but the community within his territory. Happy people meant obedience, and obedience meant less trouble for the family. “Let her be for now. I’ll visit again in a week.”
He nodded to the driver and gave one last glance out at the storefront, his breath catching in his chest for a moment as his gaze met hers, knowing that she couldn't truly see him through the glass but for just a moment it felt like she was looking directly at him. As the car pulled off he tried to put her out of his mind, those vibrant eyes burned into his memory. As they moved off to collect from the next business, his phone rang again. Another call, another trail of blood in the name of the family.
A few months down the line, business had picked up. She busied herself day to day, friendly with clients who were both residents and members of the family. She’d even served the boss tea whilst he hid away in her library nook at one point, he was seeking a bit of respite and she was happy to provide it, at the very least it might go towards currying good favour and not giving him a reason to hurt her.
He thought she had a kind heart, she was kind to everyone that passed through, and offered company to those in need even if it didn't end in business. She was a strange one to him, a vibrant little flower in amongst the darkness and decay of his world, their businesses were all investments and the people that came attached with them were all different shades and flavours, but her innocent approach threw him off.
She brought him over another cup of tea as his eyes were fixed on his book, his hand shot out to grip her wrist as she moved to leave. “Thank you.” She gave a radiant smile and nodded. “No problem sir, please let me know if you need anything else at all, if I can I’ll do it for you.” he released her wrist and watched over the edge of the book as she walked away.
“Heh.” He smiled lightly to himself and after a few minutes, closed the book, draining the cup of tea and getting to his feet. “I’m leaving now.” She rushed out from behind the counter with a box in hands. “O-oh I hope everything was to your liking? P-please take this!” She held out the little black box, a tiny blue ribbon decorating it. He quirked a brow and she blushed in response. “ It’s just something to say thank you. I never would've been able to do any of this without you.”
He chuckled and took the box with a slight incline of his head. “But don’t forget- you are an investment, you fall behind on payments and we will have a problem.” She gulped and nodded her head. “I understand sir.” Once he got into the car he opened the box revealing two cupcakes, one chocolate and one vanilla, both covered with beautifully detailed icing and topped off with an owl motif.
God, first she was kind, then she was obedient, then she was beautiful, and talented and-...
He set the cakes aside and glanced out of the window as the car pulled off. She was waving them off from the storefront’s doorway. Adorable. She was adorable.
The first incident was terrible really. It was late at night when someone put a brick through her store’s window, a perpetrator dressed all in black, with a mask over their face held her at gunpoint. He took the takings and stole some of the items. Worst part was as the brick shattered the window, she got cut by the glass, and when threatening her, they’d hit her in the face. She sat on the floor, bleeding and devastated.
She’d never be able to pay for the month- that person had just made off with everything. She was done for. “What am I gonna do..?” Blood trickled down into her eyes and she blinked rapidly, too afraid to move. After an hour or so she finally felt light headed enough to realise she needed help. Moving towards the phone, she hesitated. She couldn’t afford healthcare now, she could call a neighbour to patch her up maybe?
Calling a friend who knew a nurse, she was patched up in no time and back on her feet. She’d contacted someone to fix the window but without the funds she just had it boarded up. She’d have to worry about how to pay later, hopefully he’d understand..? That was a bit too hopeful. For now she could only grab a broom and start clearing the glass, it was going to be a long night.
When the car pulled up in the following days, she visibly flinched. They’d been business partners for almost a year at this point but her debt was still very much so in its infancy. As the associate she’d come to know as ‘Luc’ came through the door, he frowned at the window. “What the hell happened?” Her head was hung low and she stuttered out her words. “I-I don't have this month…We were robbed a couple of nights ago.” He frowned at her but tilted his head trying to get a glimpse of her.
As the boss watched from the car, he noticed the boarded window and her cowering figure. He got out of the car and strode across the road, traffic slowing to a stop to let him pass as he crossed and entered the store. Her head snapped up and finally they could see the damage, she was bruised and had small cuts littered across her cheeks and bandages poking out from the bottom of her sleeves.
Her eyes widened and she teared up, quickly bowing her head. “I’m sorry- I’m so sorry sir- I don’t have this month’s payment.” He stepped closer and tapped her chin with his finger, making her raise her head and scrunch her face in fear. “Who did this?” She shook her head lightly. “I don’t know- they just smashed the window and pulled a gun on me- they stole some of my stock too…” He clenched a fist and nodded to Luc. “They steal from you then they’re directly stealing from me.”
She flinched back slightly at his tone and gestured to the remaining stock. “I’m gonna work extra hard over the next few days to shift these and try and get your money- I’ll even sell some of my personal belongings if I have to.” He held a hand up. “I’ll find them. I’ll get my payment.” He turned and left, pausing to look at the boarded window. “I’ll have a guy come repair this.” With that he left, crossing the street, getting back into the car. Luc turned to look at her. “You’re lucky he likes you. Or I’m sure you’d be sold off or working as a hooker by now.”
Her whole body began to tremble at that thought, she hadn’t really considered being forced into something else to repay her debt, she’d been relying too much on his kindness. But to find out he liked her? He was fond enough of her to at the very least defend her? It was a scary thought at first, this was a man who did terrible things to people and yet he was able to be so soft with her in their moments together.
The fluorescent lights overhead died out as she closed up shop for the day, getting a text that confirmed an appointment for the following day. She grabbed her bag tight to her body and started the walk to the tram stop. “Hey.” She jumped and turned to face the voice. “Oh! Sir- I’m sorry I didn't see you the-” He grabbed her arm and dragged her into the car with him, his grip wasn't painful, but guiding.
“I-!” He fixed her with a look. “You were attacked recently, I’m not letting you go home alone.” She stayed quiet in the seat next to him. “You’re dragging on your payments, I can only fix things so far, you gotta pull your weight too.” She sat bolt upright and nodded. “Ye-yes of course!” as the car pulled to a stop outside of her home, she quietly slipped out. “And- I wouldn’t mind more of those cupcakes.”
She smiled lightly and gave a small nod. “Sure, thanks for the ride sir.” She closed the door and turned to go to her door, fumbling with her bag to grab her keys. Once she slipped inside she pressed her back to the door and slid down it, burying her face in her knees and letting out a short sob. “I can’t do this.”
He watched the door from outside and motioned to the driver to leave, lifting his phone to his ear he made a call. “Did you get her stuff back? Good. I want them in the warehouse, you can bring the thief too, I want to deal with him myself.” He hung up and reflected on her demeanour, she wasn’t as vibrant today, and he wanted to eradicate the person that hurt her.
What the hell was wrong with him? “God. I’m not losing my head over a woman.” He watched out the window, street lights flickering in his eyes as they traversed from location to location. She was still on his mind.
…
Christmas had come and gone, she gave him cupcakes. She'd seen less and less of him since the incident and was starting to feel a little despondent. She missed him. She sighed to herself and sorted through her shipment of new products, pausing at the extra crate. “I…didn't order this.” She opened it up and her jaw dropped. The items that were stolen lay inside, every single piece. “No way…”
She teared up, wiping gently at her eyes. “He did it.” She took the crates inside and started putting out the new stock. She stood back and evaluated how everything looked, adjusting paintings, moving crafts into place and organising bookshelves with practised hands. “Finally.” She plopped down behind the counter and started updating the online catalogue, hesitating as a text came in. “Payment is late, there will be consequences.” followed quickly by “Did you get the shipment okay?”
She blinked at the whiplash and replied. “Yes thank you. I will get the payment to you as soon as possible.” She put her head down on the counter and sighed. “I’m so screwed.” The day passed quickly after that, with a few high profile sales. “Do I tell him I have money here for him…?” She tilted her head slightly and grabbed her phone, quickly making a call. “Uh- H-hi! I made some good sales today and I have a good cut of money here for you if you want it- I mean I know you want it but-...” He cut her off with a chuckle.
“I’m coming now.”
She waited up, not locking up for the night before she could pass along the payment, even throwing in a new gift. He arrived, breezing in with the familiar air of authority that she’d grown accustomed to and become attached to. “Oh- umm this is for you.” She handed over the gift, jumping lightly as his gloved hand briefly brushed over hers. “Oh-!” She almost dropped the envelope but he caught it in time.
“Thank you.” He inclined his head slightly, taking note of her flushed cheeks and reflected on his own confusing feelings as of late, his eyes would search for her, he was conflicted so purposefully stayed away and now, now her radiant smile and rose tinted cheeks were before him.
Was this cute aggression? Or was this something more complex…?
He assessed her expression and turned his gaze to the envelope and the bulky little box that lay within. Opening the envelope he observed the small box, not large enough to be another chain he surmised but small enough to be… He opened the box and a pretty ring was nestled inside, plain silver shaped like little chains.
“I got it and thought of you straight away.” She smiled bashfully and he felt that feeling again. Okay, couldn't quite rule out cute aggression after all. She shifted again under his gaze. “Umm is it okay that I gave you that-?!” He leant down and placed a light kiss on her cheek, chuckling as he pulled back, watching her face turn from a rosy pink to a deep scarlet. “It's wonderful. Thank you.”
He visited frequently after that. Sometimes bringing gifts of his own, collecting her debt and forgiving small discrepancies in payments every now and again. He enjoyed her company, the time together when she would serve him tea whilst he worked or read in her private library nook, or when he would admire new chains she had in the jewellery counter.
He was finding the time quite pleasant. She was like a breath of fresh air, a quiet reprieve amongst the chaos and horror of business. Her gifts had also become quite numerous in kind, the occasional jewellery piece, art or books he liked. The gift giving was almost mutual in nature at this point. It was somewhat quaint really.
Once evening as he stopped by to collect payment out of hours, he noticed a bottle of alcohol open down beside the counter, the music was turned on low as it droned through the speakers of the store, a slight slur to her singing indicated that she had in fact been consuming aforementioned alcohol, by the looks of it she hadn’t had much and was slightly tipsy.
“Drinking on the job darling?” He chuckled as he watched her jump almost a foot in the air, spun to face him with wide eyes, looking like a deer in headlights. Her eyes glittered in the low fluorescent lighting and made her look ever more innocent in his eyes. “Sir! The store is closed- I swear I’m not drinking on the job! I wouldn’t!” As she vehemently denied and defended herself he almost felt guilty for teasing her.
She stumbled a little over her own feet and paused, righting herself and taking a deep breath. “I’m sorry sir. It won't happen again.” He stifled a chuckle and shook his head. “I was messing with you.” She gaped at him and pouted. “That’s not fair!” She weakly reached out, nudging his shoulder as a deep flush crept across her cheeks. He reacted with fast reflexes, lightly gripping her wrist and pulling her close to him, looking down into those same wide eyes. There was that feeling again.
“Do you like me?” She flinched a little. “W-what do you mean?” He huffed and caged her in against the walls with his arms. “Are you interested in me?” She blushed lightly and lifted her hand to press against his chest gently. “I-... It’s not my place whether I’m interested in you or not.” She lowered her head slightly and averted her eyes. “I’m just…” He sighed and pulled away from her. “You still owe me, I’ll think of a fitting punishment.”
With that he pulled away entirely and walked away. She kicked herself at not taking her opportunity. He was right, she was interested, but he was far out of her league. He was dangerous too, she couldn't forget that, even if he had defended her and protected her.
Dammit, he left without his payment too.
The gifts were still numerous, even if his visits had lessened since the night she was tipsy at the store. She’d started spending more time at the store than at home, choosing instead to focus her energy into the art and literature surrounding her, she’d even started putting bunches of flowers around the place from all the bouquets he sent her. That and she’d begun to feel like someone was following her home at night. It was unnerving to say the least.
She sighed looking at the month’s payment again, light yet again. She was surprised that he hadn't been harsher on her really. She remembered Luc’s words from before that she was lucky he liked her or she would've been looking at far worse. And she couldn't deny it any more, she was in love with him. And she missed him dearly. She wanted to see his face, hear his voice, and feel his touch again. And with the added worry of this potential stalker, it was starting to take its toll.
“Dammit, I’m so-” As she stood behind the counter throwing herself a pity party, she didn't hear the bell announce his arrival. “Ahem.” Her eyes shot up to meet his. “OH! You’re here! I mean- of course you’re here- can I get you tea?” He raised a brow. “Are you sleeping?” Blinking owlishly in response she tilted her head at his words of concern. “Um- enough? I guess? …Are you?” He gave a flat stare and gestured for her to follow him.
They sat together in the back as he looked her over. “You haven't been going home much. My guys have been watching.” Raising her brows in return she frowned. “Watching me?” He nodded matter of factly. “Luc said that there was a creep hanging around, after what happened last time, I didn’t want to take any risks. Not when it comes to you.” She gaped at his words. “You say that like I matter.” He gave a low hum and patted his knee.
“Come here.” She glanced and hesitantly stood up, questioning if she should obey him or not. “I’m waiting.” She nodded and approached, waiting for a moment until finally he’d had enough and grabbed her waist pulling her into his lap. “I don’t like people fucking with things that are mine.” She made to push him away but found that since she’d been missing his company, the intimacy was kind of nice.
“Yours?” He sighed and gave her a disapproving look. “How much longer are we going to dance around this, hm?” Lowering her head she suddenly found the leather of his gloves interesting. “I don't know what you me-” He jolted her closer. “You know exactly what I’m talking about.” He tilted her chin up with his free hand, and gripped it gently, pulling her face closer, her eyes meeting his own. “You know.”
He pressed forward, lips devouring her own as he tried to steal her breath away. She tentatively responded, still taken aback by the action, something she had scarcely only thought about in passing fantasies. Now they were here. He released her only for a moment. “Well?” She dove back into him, matching his earlier ferocity, no longer willing to dance around the topic.
“...Is that an okay answer?” He smirked. “It’ll do.” He moved to stand, pulling her legs over his hip, looping an arm around her waist and looking down at her a little. “The creep following you will be taken care of. Now you’re coming home with me.” She jostled a little at his movements and wrapped an arm around his neck for balance. “...Are you sure?” He laughed and pressed a kiss to her jaw.
“I’m sure. I don’t like people touching what’s mine.” He started walking, grabbing the envelope from the counter as they went. “Also, I finally thought of a good punishment for you.” She gulped as he gave her a teasing look, full of playful flirtation. “Yes sir.” He smirked and pecked another kiss to her forehead. “Good girl.”
The drive back to the main house was a slow one, he held her hand in his, rubbing the pad of his thumb over her palm, as they watched the streetlight filter into the car every so often. He lifted her hand to his lips and kissed the inside of her wrist, his thumb poised on her pulse point so he could feel every time her heart jumped at his actions.
Her every action was like a drug and he could easily get addicted to them, if he wasn't already as far gone as she was. She shifted in the seat next to him, jumping at his every action since she hadn't anticipated what her punishment would be, but the way that he was carrying on it would be a sinfully delicious one.
As they pulled into the driveway, the driver exited and opened the door for him first, then motioned for her to follow him. She could feel eyes pinned on her from all directions as they strolled through the courtyard, stepping into the foyer after the door was opened, he gave her another playful glance and motioned to the staircase with his eyes.
“They’ll know what to do with you. Meet me in the lounge after.” He strode away from her, leaving her alone and feeling vulnerable under the watchful glances of the family’s members and servants. “Umm- do I-?” Luc was the one who came to find her. “Well, I can't say I didn't see this coming. Under very different circumstances though.”
A shiver prickled at her spine at his words. “You disapprove?” He laughed and patted her back, guiding her up the stairs. “He gets what he wants, You’ve always been a bit special, starting when you first gifted him that chain before you even started your business. Damn he loves that thing.” She was shown into a room and given some clothing items to change into. “You can shower in there first.”
She looked through the clothes and her eyes widened, this was new to her and it was kind of exciting, the prospect of finally being able to do all the things she’d fantasised about since he first touched her with his gloved hands. All the flirting and snarky teasing had finally culminated to this? The irony wasn’t lost on her. With that she closed the door, eager to see where the night would take them.
He levelled her with his gaze, sinking into the soft worn brown leather of the smoking chair, low light dappling across the room as she shifted uncomfortably before him. He tilted his glass to his slightly parted lips, the ice gently clinking together amidst the amber liquid, the whisky leaving a slight sheen to his lips as he pulled the glass away. “Take them off.” His deep voice shook the quiet of the room as he continued to nurse his drink, pinning her in place with his gaze.
She slowly reached up to remove her robe, all that laid beneath was a matching black lingerie set and a collar, all in stark contrast against her pale milky skin. He hummed lowly in approval, putting the glass aside and beckoning her closer with two fingers in a coaxing motion, a display of dark promises of what those hands could do.
She took a few hesitant steps forward, squirming awkwardly. The virgins always were the cutest, that innocence and inexperience ripe for the plucking, to be coaxed, manipulated and used. She paused before him and whimpered gently, his hands came to rest gently on her hips as he smiled up at her ever so slightly, a gentle reassurance should he frighten her away entirely.
“Shhh sh sh darling, you’re okay, I’ve got you.” She slowly began to melt beneath his grasp, the chill of his rings raising goosebumps on her heated skin. She shuffled a slight bit closer and he leant forward to place a kiss to her stomach midriff open and exposed to him for him to lavish with attention. “I know you don't love yourself, but I do.”
His quiet words came out as a rumble, purring against her flesh, he listened to her short breaths caught in her throat and shuddered out as she swallowed thickly. “I’m not worthy of anyone's love or attention, I’m disgusting.” He shushed her quietly and slowly extended himself upwards, nuzzled his face against her breasts and fixed her with a glance.
“You are worthy of love. Your body is worthy of love.” He pressed a kiss to the area of skin concealing her heart but not her heartbeat as it thrummed loudly, he could feel her pulse beneath his lips.
He moved to stand at his full height and gently grasped her hand, leading her with him in the low light to his bed, watching as her gaze flickered around. “Hey… you don't need to worry, just look at me. Only me.” He carefully laid her down over his bed and knelt by her feet. He placed slow gentle kisses trailing up each of her legs, noting how she had paid extra attention to make herself beautiful for him. It was a boost to his ego that melted his heart. Sometimes she forgot to look after herself but she remembered to take care of herself for him.
He trailed his kisses up and up until he came to rest his lips over the target of his attentions, pressing light kisses over her panties as his eyes fluttered closed. “Just feel me.” His words were low and vibrated against her, he chuckled as he heard her let out a breathy squeak.
“Sh…” He crawled up closer to her on the bed, shifting himself between her legs as he approached, letting one hand lazily trace her slit beneath her panties as his other came to cup her cheek.
“Are you nervous?” She nodded quickly, eyes shining with frightened tears as her hands shakily came to rest on his arm. “B-but I trust you.” He gave a low hum of approval and lowered his head to press a soft kiss to her lips, gently nuzzling her neck as he created a chain of kisses across her throat.
He slipped one finger beside her panties and slowly pushed it inside, testing how wet she was and finding her surprisingly moist already. “Did you like me watching you? Did you like me giving you orders? Hmmm?” He smirked lightly as he felt her heat twitch around him.
He pushed her panties aside and added another finger, his middle and ring fingers disappearing inside of her with a light squelch. “Mmmm, can you hear that?” Her face flushed scarlet and her head fell back with a moan clawing its way from her throat in a raspy breath. She brought her hands up to cover her face as he chuckled. “No no darling, don’t do that- let me see you. Let me hear you.”
He started moving his hand, careful not to hurt her as he started a slow steady pace, watching the way her face twisted and flushed with his movements, he looked down at her with a chuckle as he pressed a kiss to her lips again, starting to quicken his pace as he felt her respond. She whimpered quietly as he devoured her mouth with his own, stealing the very breath from her lungs as she panted in time with his fingers movement.
“P-please-“ He set a faster pace and cooed back to her pleas. “Hmm? Oh look at that- such a good girl…” he could feel her body respond to his every whisper and groan, as he sped up again, using his thumb to brush against her sensitive bundle of nerves teasingly, she jolted up, arching her back and pressing herself into him.
He took the chance to steal her breath away with a bruising kiss as he finally moved his hand briskly against her, setting a brutal pace and working her ever closer to her first orgasm. “P-please-… I’m gon-…c-cu-…mmm!” Her words devolved into broken whimpers and moans as he brought her to the first of many.
He chuckled deeply as he wedged himself between her thighs, feeling her knees pressing against his hips as she tried to pin her legs shut from the pleasure. “I like the way you melt in my hands. Hmm…” He pressed another kiss to her lips as she rode out the pleasure and finally started to calm, trembling lightly in his arms.
“You were always different.” He admitted staring down at her form with a gentle look in his eyes. “Honey, smile for me, you know I love that pretty smile.” She caught her breath and gave him her usual radiant smile, tinged with a slight tiredness from their actions.
He watched the way her chest rose and fell with each panted breath and she looked amazing like that. Tired from pleasure and pinned beneath him like that, he just wanted to lock her away and keep going.
“I think maybe you should stay here from now on.” His hands found purchase at her waist as he buried his face into her neck. “Mmmn. You keep me here- you keep bringing me colour in this dark world. Stay.” She wrapped a hand around the back of his neck and kissed his forehead from their tilted positions.
“Okay…I’ll stay.” He smiled lightly and pressed a kiss against her pulse in his intimate position. “…Good girl.”