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“Ah. So this is where I find you. And in such a state.”
Vyn’s voice, deep and husky with sleep, reverberates beautifully off the walls of his bright, verdant bathroom. “Tell me, pet. Have you heard of hypnopompic hallucinations?”
The bathroom door shuts behind him, effectively cutting off the both of you from the space of the real waking world. Right now, the only people who exist are the both of you; the only space that exists is the spacious, yet isolated bathroom.
Suddenly you realize the precarious situation you are in: the reason why you are in the bathroom in the first place is to look for the missing earring that you presume was dropped somewhere near the shower, during last night’s steamy exchange of feelings.
And that you are currently on all fours, ass raised, with your head lowered to gain a better vantage point into the nooks and crannies shrouded in shadows around the shower stall.
Oh dear.
“No, not really.” You seek to stall for time while you decide on what to do with the—
Strong arms suddenly trap you in place.
With you still on all fours—knees and hands still planted on the cool stone flooring—Vyn’s body sidles up over your back, his body flush against you. You can feel his sinewy muscles all too easily through the silken fabric of the sleeping robe that he lent you—there is no need to look at him to see that he is currently naked.
“Mm. Imagine how lonely and cold I was when I opened my eyes only to find my bed bereft of you, Rosa, my lovely fiancée. I thought I was trapped in a nightmare.” Vyn’s words come with a small hint of petulance. “I was afraid. I thought you left me.” Hot breath sweeps your earlobe, followed by the cool touch of his lips. “That I showed you too much of my hidden—hahh—”
He is so caught up with his sleep-logged mumbling that he does not notice your hand slide to your back and down his body—until your teasing fingers feel the irrefutable evidence of his morning glory.
“You were saying about…what was it? Hypno…hallucinations?” A soft giggle escapes your lips while you gently knead his cock twitching against your palm, and you bend your head over to one side to give your fiancé a better access to your already mark-streaked neck.
The giggles soon transform into moans the moment Vyn returns the gesture by slowly running the tip of his tongue from the edge of your collarbone, up to the underside of your ear.
“Hallucinations that may be experienced while waking up,” he murmurs sleepily as he noses at your hair. “Imagine, to be so distraught upon being trapped in a perceived nightmare, only to find you here, of all places, where we…” Long fingered hands grope your breasts through the silk; thumbs teasing your nipples. “Made love. At your behest. And to find you on the floor, in a position so ripe for my taking…”
One of his hands leaves your breast to remove your hand fondling his erection. “…As if I am still trapped in a dream, a sweet dream of what happened last—ah, damn.”
He starts grinding his stiff cock between your ass cheeks through the silk. And still his voice sounds as if he is still dreaming. “Nngh—the way you presented yourself to me, as soon as I opened the door to where you led me to my ruin last night…” His voice trails off, instantly replaced by heavy breathing.
“I was just looking for my missing earring, Vyn…” Your own breathing shudders as his hands resume kneading the full heft of your breasts. “You walked all the way to the bathroom…how can you still be sleepy enough to hallucinate—ah, pinch them Vyn, please…?”
A soft, low chuckle resonates from his throat as he complies with your request—thumbs and forefingers rolling both your nipples, and you gasp in response. “I was once prone to sleepwalking. You should know by now, as my beloved fiancée.”
The electric pleasure from having your breasts teased lights a fire in your loins, and you almost cry in sensory overload. “Oh god, please don’t stop—”
Yet you are too amused upon finding out your beloved once had sleepwalking episodes, and so you carry on his sleepy conversation despite the morning delight. “I—nngh—hope your sleepwalking manifests with you making breakfast in the early morning.”
His hands let go of your soft mounds; you feel his deft fingers undo the knot of your sleeping robe’s belt.
“Not really.” With the belt undone, he slides the silk off your body, letting it pool around both your feet. “Mmm. So beautiful, and you are mine forever.” Cool lips plant several kisses onto your shoulder blade. “Sexsomnia would be a more likely manifestation.”
To tease you even further, one hand slides to your now moist cunt, tips of his slender digits massaging your outer labia. Once again, he laughs quietly when you squirm in his hold, ordering—begging—him to give you relief by filling your hungry void with his fingers.
Or with the dick rubbing against the small of your back, trailing precum along the skin above your ass with his every movement.
“Stop being a goddamn tease, and—mmmph!” Your words are stifled by two of his fingers slipping into your mouth, pressing against your tongue.
He tut-tuts you into silence. “Ah. It is my turn now, little pet.” His breathing is heavier, louder now, making him sound slightly unhinged as he lifts your body off the bathroom floor with a single arm. He then roughly pushes you into the shower stall.
“This time, I will lead—no,” he quickly corrects himself as he grabs both of your shoulders, turning you around so you face him, and presses you against the tiled wall with the full weight of his body. “I will let you experience the full extent of the third option you… proposed last night.”
His lips curve into a wicked smile; the smile made even more unnerving with the contrast to his sleepy-looking champagne-gold eyes.
His mouth takes yours as he turns on the overhead shower. A sharp hissing sound can be heard directly above you, and hot water that does not cool your desire—stoking it, instead—starts to flow over your bodies in strong, steamy cascades.
Vyn’s kisses are the most intense that you’ve ever had: lusty, possessive, and quite literally breath-taking. With the water flowing over your heads, you both quickly run out of oxygen; you think you are already blue in the face by the time Vyn lets go of your lips to move on to your nape.
This must be what he meant when he said he wanted to kiss me, touch me more in the boat yesterday.
“How nice. It feels like I am drowning in you,” he mumbles softly, and the rest of his words are lost in the din of the shower.
Watery kisses caress your neck, and his hands start to wander again. This time, he feels up your slit, now drenched with your desire to be filled. A soft, sensuous chuckle rises from his throat as his fingertips start to fondle your folds: not too deep, but just enough to make you cream even more, to beg for even more of his touches…
“Vyn, please…stop with the teasing…” Your body shivers: knees buckling as his fingers now stroke your clit. Further words from you are cut off as his middle finger plunges inside your hole—a promise of pleasures to come, if only you give in to his whims.
His other hand snakes down to one of your asscheeks, idly caressing it as he asks, “I wonder…what you will do when you lose control.” His voice loses all sleep, and is now dripping with desire, low and erotic. “Hahaha. I love how easily you respond to my touches, my Rosa, how captivating you are when you hold my leash…but who is pulling the other into deeper, darker desires...Is it me, or you?” He starts lavishing you with kisses: your face, neck, collarbone, breasts—and still his finger fucks you relentlessly, making you wonder if he is doing it to deliberately try and distract you from being able to answer his questions.
Yet you manage to return the question to him with a smile: “Does it even matter?”
“Heh.”
The way his kisses melt and flow like hot water falling onto your skin gradually becomes unbearably ticklish, as his response to your defiance. You try to struggle out of his cage hold but it only makes him press his body against yours even harder.
Vyn now traps you in between him and the wall.
“You are not getting away, little pet. Nor will you get what you want until I see you lose control. I want to see you lose control.” His voice, despite the noise of the hot water falling all around you, flows directly into your ear like sweet, seductive honey. “Forget everything. Focus on me. I am the only one who matters to you now. Unravel before me.”
He is pulling me in, you realize. He is trying to make me crave for him, beg for him…
But you meet his hazy golden eyes dulled with lust head on with your feisty own. “I have other interesting ideas, Dr. Richter.”
“Dr. Richter?” He asks, bemused at your use of his honorific long dropped upon becoming intimate with him, and he is distracted enough that you successfully push him away.
He is dazed with shock when you send him kneeling down on the wet shower floor. “Rosa—”
But making him kneel in front of you isn’t enough.
You grab the shower handrail for balance, and with one foot against his chest you force him to lie down onto the floor, his silver locks floating in the shallow water pooling on the floor. “You asked what I would do if I lost control. This is how I lose control.” There is no mistaking the commanding air in your tone.
“Interesting, my lovely pet,” Vyn says once he finally recovers from the initial shock of seeing you wrest control so violently, but he remains lying down, eager to see what you will do next.
It does not take long for you to show him. “I want you Vyn, I want you to be entranced by me, me only…” Your thighs straddle his hips, and you grasp his swollen cock to guide it to your hole. With a loud moan you slowly take him in, inch by delicious inch, each rolling of your hips forcing a mewl out of you, until he is fully hilted inside. “I want to hear you moan for me.” Your voice shakes as you power through how immensely good he makes you feel, as he stretches your hot inner walls. “Like yesterday. You sounded so sexy.”
You lean forward, palms planted squarely on his chest to shift your weight forward. “I want to hear more of it.” Your hips start to move, but it is your voice that echo off the walls—the sweet burn of cock sliding inside your pussy making you throw your head back and moan his name out loud.
“Hahaha. You speak so boldly, yet why is it still you who is—ngh!” His provoking words instantly stop as you slow the pace of your fucking and start squeezing his hard length inside you. “Haah—ahh—hahahaha,” Vyn lets out a helpless laugh as he finally gives in, guttural groans and whimpers alternating as you take your time using him for your own pleasure. “I spoke—hahh—too soon.”
His hands grab your waist, and he soon meets the movements of your hips with his own. Golden eyes close as he starts to speak. “I once was so afraid that I may lose control around you, that—nghh, yess, that is good—I may destroy you. Ruin your pure, innocent heart..."
Oh Vyn. If you only knew.
Vyn lets you relish his entire length with his every thrust from underneath you; even with his eyes closed a smirk plays on his lips, tongue licking his lower lip as he intently fucks you right back. “However, I may have…underestimated you, yet again.”
“Joke’s on you, Vyn.” You look down at him with a soft, gentle smile on your face, as if you are not rutting his twitching cock, eager for release. “That is a side of you that I already know, and I find it attractive, really.” You then arch your back, hands sliding to Vyn’s knees as you shift your weight backwards; the rhythm of your lewd motions uninterrupted as you move to a position that gives him a better view of how you desire him. “Look at me.”
Vyn does as he is told; a small gasp escapes him as he sees—in full, unobstructed view—how his cock slides in and out of your cunt. His Adam's apple bobs as he watches your dance in rapt attention.
“Not everyone has to be the perfect person. You don't have to hold back with me, Vyn. You call it ‘ruin’, I call it…” You whimper out loud as one of your hands moves to your clit, rubbing it furiously as you now start to chase your climax. “...you marking me as yours.”
Your words disappear into a string of panting as you feverishly lose control on top of him. Yet before your coil snaps, before you achieve that delicious love-death, Vyn pushes himself off the shower floor with ease, taking you with him—it is at this moment you are reminded of his incredible core strength; that he only humored you as he let you have his way over him earlier—and once again he bodily traps you against the shower stall.
This time on the glass partition, well away from the handrail that you used as leverage against him.
A dark chuckle rises from his throat as he grabs both of your legs by the underside of your thighs, wrapping them around his waist. There is nowhere else for you to hold on to, except for his shoulders.
“Ah, I remember you calling this a game…” Once again, he licks his lips as he holds your gaze with his lustful own. “My little kitten. Full of surprises.”
Without warning, he plunges roughly into you, his dick firmly lodged inside your quivering hot flesh. “Brace yourself, little kitten.” His voice drops a few octaves as he adds, “Literally.”
“Huh…oh shit!” You cry out as he proceeds to drive his cock deep—over and over—with such force that the tempered glass threatens to break at the sheer force of his fucking. “Hnngh—Vyn—” you mewl in the midst of his merciless offensive, finding yourself helpless as he ruts into you with abandon.
“No—hahh—that is not enough, pet,” he hisses vehemently in between thrusts. “Shout my name out loud. I want to hear your voice, begging for me.”
So, this is his game.
“N-no,” you manage to rasp out as you desperately hold on to the last vestiges of your sanity even as he pushes you to the brink with every thrust inside you. “I will not.”
Clumsily you return the movement of his hips even without leverage to support you; it will do for now, even as a token of your defiance.
“No, that will not do, Rosa.” Vyn is no longer caring about hiding or disguising his desire for control, now. “Yield.”
You interpret his words as him losing control enough to let his more unsavory qualities show. It is endearing, yet you have no plans of yielding to him. Not yet at least. “No, Vyn,” you laugh against his lips, even as you cling to him. “You yield to me. You need me.”
“You dare.” You think he cannot fuck you even harder, but he proves you wrong enough that you start to worry about the glass he is trapping you against.
Ah, well. If it does break it’ll look pretty at least…
You can’t think of a good way to gain the upper hand this time; Vyn made sure that there is nothing you can do but to cling to him as he fucks you until you cannot think straight…
…But there is still one thing.
Wordlessly you grab the back of his head with both hands, pushing his face flush against yours and you kiss deeply, roughly enough that you can feel each other’s teeth scoring lips. Tongue lashing against tongue as the both of you vie for the upper hand—Vyn effortlessly has it for now, with the way his strong thrusts jostle your insides and even interrupt your train of thought every so often. “I will not yield, Vyn,” you murmur in between heavy kissing, “Never.”
“Is that so?” As expected, he takes it as a challenge: the pace of his pumping slows down, but he makes sure to drive into you with such force each and every time that you can’t help but yelp and mewl with tears of ecstasy in your eyes.
You take his sweet violence as permission to dig your fingernails into the skin of his back, dragging it hard across his skin—deliberately hoping to draw blood.
This time Vyn hisses in pain, yet he doesn’t pull back from the kiss. Instead, he kisses you even harder, and you return it with equal measure. There may have been some biting involved; there isn’t any way to know who first did it; and eventually you both taste copper, but you do not know whose lips were cut, nor do either of you care.
“Yield, pet,” Vyn still whispers even as his thrusts lose all rhythm now; he has lost all control and is now moving purely by the instinct to achieve orgasm. “I—ngh!!”
His cock twitches inside you, filling you with his hot semen as he groans aloud against your lips. “Rosa…” he breathes out your name, and in the end it is still him who has undeniably lost. Yet the way he languidly licks away the scant traces of blood around your lips tell you he does not mind at all.
“I’m not done yet, Vyn—aahn!”
His dick still hard inside, Vyn thrusts inside despite still well within his refractory period. “Beg for me. Beg, and I may make this feel very good for you.”
Of course, he finds your predicament as a chance to turn the odds into his favor, just when you think you have won. Silly girl.
“Please,” you give him your sweetest please fuck me now face. “Do me?”
“My pleasure.” With his remaining strength—and while his cock is still stiff—he runs the entire length of his cock slowly, in and out, as his thumb winds up the tension on your clit. “Beg. Beg more for me. Tell me how much you need me.”
“Yes, more—ahh—Vyn, I need you so much, so…much…” Your legs wrap around his waist even tighter as you feel the tension tighten more and more. “I want you. There is no other man for me—only you—oh god, I’m coming…!”
And your lower core shatters completely; eventually you comply with his earlier request—you shout his name out loud—as your flesh quivers around his gradually softening cock.
“I am glad I can rest easy losing control around you,” are his tender, heartfelt words before you fully succumb to bliss.
“Well, someone is in a good mood.”
You lick off the remaining chocolate ganache off your fork.
After spending a few more hours recuperating in his bedroom the both of you decide to spend some time walking around the shopping arcade off the Central Business District.
Right now both you and Vyn have ducked into a quiet dessert place, having a light snack with tea.
“Oh?” Vyn nibbles on the piece of Tarte Tatin speared onto his fork. “What makes you say that?”
“Mm. Nothing.” You hum happily as you take another bite of your molten chocolate cake. Your gaze is trained at your fiancé, sitting across from you at the small, intimate two-seater table.
His movements are measured, graceful; from the way he lifts his cup of tea to his mouth, down to how he occasionally pats away the crumb lingering on his lips after taking a bite of his apple pastry.
Elegant. In control. Completely different to how he was hours ago.
The thought of what happened—again—in his bathroom puts a small, knowing smile on your lips.
Vyn notices, and with his own smile he reaches out to you over the table, wiping the corner of your mouth with his thumb. “Forgive me.”
When he catches your attention, he holds your gaze with his. He drops his smile, to be replaced with an intensely hungry look that only you could see, with the way his face is angled away from sight of the other patrons.
With your full attention on him he then licks the chocolate off his thumb slowly, as if hinting at something. The tip of his pink, devilish tongue flicks at his thumb a few times before he stops and gives you the most angelic smile you have ever seen on him.
Ohoh.
You take a quick glance at the side of your table and, upon confirming that all the tables are adorned with tablecloths that almost reach the floor, you kick the shoe off your right foot.
You reach under the table with the tips of your toes, sliding your foot from one of his knees up to his crotch, where you knead until you can feel him growing hard against the ball of your foot.
He sucks in a deep breath, yet apart from that reaction—and his stiff erection—he does not show any outward indication that he is affected by your little mischief.
Then he fishes out his phone out of his jacket pocket, and sends you a short, succinct message:
I will fuck you when we get back to my car.