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You had been selected to replace La Signora, the eighth Fatui Harbinger after her passing. When the mourning period after her funeral ended, it was finally time for you to step up to your role.
You knew you were a... preferred agent amongst the Harbingers, for your excellent work on assignments, your unbridaled strength in comparison to other agents, and your exceptional efficiency, but you couldn't pretend you weren't shocked when Pierro suggested you to the Tsaritsa, and she approved it.
Genuinely, despite having been given the role of a Harbinger, it was still a mystery to you how each Harbinger had been selected, and why.
You knew that La Signora was generally disliked amongst the Harbingers, despite the honorable funeral she was given, and the respectful words always spoken on her behalf after her passing.
So you were, for the most part, welcomed quite nicely into the Harbinger ranks.
You were powerful, brave, you commanded any room, and anyone in it like a true Harbinger would. The Fatui agents assigned to work beneath you respected and feared you. And that's how you liked it.
You may have even gotten a little full of yourself in your short time as a Harbinger, enjoying the power and respect you were given, and all of the perks that went along with being "The Fair Lady".
Some of the Harbingers had taken to you rather quickly, while others were a little more difficult to get close to. Tartaglia was always a joy to go on missions with, and always ended up being a drinking buddy of yours.
Dottore regularly asked if he could use you as a research specimen for what an "elite but uninteresting" human would be, which you declined immediately, with small hits to your pride every time he asked.
Columbina became a very close friend and ally very quickly. You two simply enjoyed spending time together, as you loved reading while she sang her beautiful, and angelic tunes.
You never saw Scaramouche, since you came into power shortly before he began his work to become a God, or whatever nonsense he was planning.
Capitano didn't speak to you often, but when he did, he was surprisingly kind. Often simply checking in on your wellbeing when you were on missions, and if you wanted additional combat training.
Sandrone wasn't around often, as she often tucked away where ever she worked on her machines, but she'd occasionally allow you to ramble on about how fascinating you found them, and what opinions you had on them.
Pantalone was always very kind to you, but, you didn't know if that was genuine kindness, or the mask he wore around virtually everyone. And honestly? You were a bit too intimidated by him to want to find out.
Pulcinella really only ever talked to you when you were with Tartaglia, and you were fine with that.
Pierro of course only spoke to you during meetings, and when he was relaying messages from the Tsaritsa.
And then, there was Arlecchino. She was a perplexing individual. She was very close to Columbina, but it seemed she intentionally kept her distance from you.
Whenever you were in the same room together, she'd scarcely speak to you, she'd simply eye you up and down with those unnerving eyes of hers, before narrowing them at you and walking away.
You didn't really understand why she didn't seem to like you, but you also didn't really care. You were far too busy to concern yourself with why your coworkers didn't like you.
And if they didn't like you, you didn't like them.
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One can imagine your surprise when an agent knocked on the door to your office.
You had just recently gotten back from a mission, and you were filing reports when the knock echoed through your office.
"Come in." You spoke plainly, not lifting your gaze from the report you were working on.
A moment later, one of your agents entered your office, dropping to a knee in front of your desk with their head bowed low. "My Lady." The agent said.
"Get on with it." You said with a sigh, the only sound in the room was your pen, quickly scratching away at the paper as you wrote.
"Lady Arlecchino has requested your presence." The agent said quietly, the statement then causing you to stop writing, lifting your eyes to the agent still kneeled in front of you.
"Has she indicated why she wants to see me?" You asked dryly, an eyebrow raised in suspicion.
"No my lady. She simply said your presence was desired at your earliest convenience."
With an exasperated sigh, you sat your pen down, organizing the papers on your desk before tucking them neatly into a drawer.
"Fine. That will be all." You said as you placed your hands on the desk, pushing yourself to your feet.
The agent quickly nodded their head in a brief bow, before hurrying to their feet and exiting your office. Another soft sigh left your lips as you pondered why Arlecchino of all people wanted to see you.
Had you done something wrong?
Had you finally pushed her over the edge with your... well, nothing actually. You genuinely hadn't done anything to her except give her the same disapproving looks she always gave you.
Maybe it's about Columbina? The only common denominator between you two.
Or maybe you had been assigned to a mission together, and you just hadn't been told yet?
You weren't sure, but you couldn't hide the fact you had an unsettled feeling in your stomach.
Rolling your eyes at your absurd nervousness, you straightened your posture and exited your office.
Making your way down the empty, cold stone halls, the sound of your small heels clicking on the pavement reverberated through the hall.
Stopping in front of her office,
You lifted a hand to lightly tap on the door with your knuckles.
"Enter." The smooth, but somewhat harsh voice of the Knave rang from inside her office.
With that, you twisted the door handle, and opened the door to see the white haired Harbinger leaning on her desk, facing the door, with her arms crossed over her chest.
Her Fatui jacket was draped on the back of her chair behind her, so she could be seen in the remainder of her suit.
The vest she wore hugging her curves beautifully, emphasizing her bust, and the ruffled dress shirt she wore underneath. With her arms being crossed, you could see one of her gloved hands placed casually on one of muscular biceps.
She had one leg crossed in front of the other, so her legs created a beautiful shape the showed the curve of her hips in her slacks.
Arlecchino was a beautiful and terrifying woman. There was absolutely no doubt about that.
"Arlecchino, you're looking ravishing today. To what do I owe the pleasure?" You said cheerfully, a fake grin plastered on your face as you looked at her.
Arlecchino remained silent for a moment, her expression impossible to read as it was entirely blank. She lifted herself off the desk, and slowly began to stride towards you. The sound of her heeled boots tapping against the floor as she stalked towards you.
When she finally reached you, you tilted your head back to gaze up at her. Arlecchino was a decent bit taller than you, as you came up to about where her collarbones were.
Still not saying a word, Arlecchino pressed forward slightly, reaching an arm passed you to press the door closed behind you.
Your breath hitching in your throat as you found yourself pinned in between the door, and the taller woman in front of you. Arlecchino lowered her eyes to meet yours as she closed the door, and just as quickly as you found yourself in that situation, it was over.
The stoic woman had moved back away from you, stepping to the side.
"You perplex me." She finally spoke, which caused you to expel the breath you didn't realize you were holding.
You stepped away from the door, moving towards the middle of the room, shaking your head, appalled that this meaningless, simple act nearly caused your heart to stop.
"A-ah, and why is that?" You said, nearly choking with your sad attempt to get the words out without sounding like you were nervous.
"How about you take a seat?" Arlecchino suggested calmly, walking towards you while gesturing to the chairs that sat in front of her desk.
You found this slightly irritating. You wanted her to just tell you what she wanted, so you could leave and go about your day. You had work to do!
With a frown, you turned to face her head on, tilting your head up to give her a slight glare.
"No, I will not take a seat. I want you to tell me what this is about, so I can leave." You huffed at her.
Arlecchino's neutral expression wavered ever so slightly, as she raised an eyebrow and her red X shaped pupils lowered and locked onto your eyes.
As you continued to back away from her, she continued to close the gap between your bodies, stalking forward towards you once again.
"I said," She began, moving quicker than your brain had time to process, she reached out and grabbed your face, squishing your cheeks together as she pushed you against the desk you hadn't realized you were dangerously close to.
Her body now towering over you , the pressure she put against you forced you to sit on the edge of the desk.
"Sit down." She finished, keeping one hand gripping your face, as her other hand was placed on the desk next to your hip. With a knee pressed between your legs, causing your dress to ride up slightly, she had effectively pinned you against the desk.
Her eyes looking you up and down before narrowing them. The thing she always did at you every single time she saw you.
That's when you realized. You finally realized what that look meant.
It wasn't some look of disdain.
It was hunger. Lust.
"So this is why you called me here? Is this why I perplex you? Because you want me?" You said with a sly grin, your mischievous expression reaching your eyes as you looked up at her.
Arlecchino narrowed her eyes at once you again, as if warning you to shut your mouth.
"I should have known that this high and mighty demeanor of yours was real, and not just a facade. You need to be knocked down a few notches." She threatened, her voice low and condescending.
"And you're gonna be the one to do it?" You chuckled at her boldness, your grin only growing.
Arlecchino physically was stronger than you. So despite your attempt to push her away, she didn't move an inch. In response, she only lifted her knee higher, hovering just below your crotch.
"I will ruin you." She whispered, lowering her lips to hover over your ear. "I will make it so your defiant arrogance is replaced with obedience. I will make it so you can think about nothing except for me, and the things I do to you." She continued, whispering harshly into your ear. Your eyes widened slightly, shocked by the words she spoke.
You couldn't deny that you felt the fluttering feeling in your stomach when she spoke, but surely it was just circumstantial.
"And why is this the way you want to 'knock me down'? Hmm? Why not just, fight me, or something like that?" You asked, attempting to call her on her bluff.
"Because I am no barbarian like Tartaglia. And I know how little whores such as yourself must be handled." She continued, lifting her knee up one more time to where it lightly brushed up against your clothed vagina, and her hand that held your face now resting on the desk beside your other hip.
The smallest gasp left your lips as you felt the small bit of friction against your pussy, your eyes widening at the sudden stimulation, despite how brief it was.
You hadn't hid the fact that you slept around, if someone was interested in fooling around with you, you took the opportunity.
But you hadn't made any moves on any of your fellow Harbingers, mostly because you didn't want to deal with any complications that followed sleeping with people you worked so closely with.
Glaring up at her, you furrowed your eyebrows. "I am no whore." You argued. Arlecchino then took one of her hands that was next to your hips on the desk, and lifted it to the back of your head, taking a handful of your hair and pulling your head back. "Oh? Are you not?" She asked, almost innocently before you felt her lips firmly slam into yours, her hand holding your hair tightly as she kissed you.
You wanted to argue. You wanted to fight. But there was something almost... intoxicating about her lips.
After you recovered from the surprise you returned the kiss with equal force, not wanting her to have complete and utter control over you just yet.
Arlecchino used her free hand to tug at your dress a little more, lifting it up to give her knee complete access to your body.
She now firmly pressed her knee against your pussy, gently rubbing against you. A soft gasp left your lips, and Arlecchino took that opportunity to slip her warm tongue between your lips.
As you felt heat begin to build between your legs, Arlecchino removed her knee, and replaced it with her gloved fingers, firmly rubbing between the lips of where you were most sensitive, feeling as you began to soak your panties.
"M-mm!" You moaned into the kiss. Had it been that long since you had sex? Why did the simple touch of her fingers nearly send you over the edge?
Arlecchino then pulled away from the kiss, a small string of saliva leaving you both connected as she lifted her hand that was touching you mere seconds ago to her lips.
She bit into one of the fingertips of her glove, pulling the glove off with her teeth before tossing the glove to the floor.
She then pressed her bare index finger and middle finger to your lips. "Open." She demanded, but you refused. Pursing your lips together and smirking up at her.
Arlecchino's eyes narrowed, irritation filling her unnerving gaze. She lifted the hand from your lips, and responded with a hard slap to your cheek. It wasn't hard enough to leave a print, but it was certainly hard enough to leave a residual sting.
Another wave of heat passed through your body, right to your core, making you progressively wetter than before.
"I said, open." Arlecchino demanded again, and this time you obeyed, parting your lips ever so slightly. The taller woman forced her fingers into your mouth. Pushing against your tongue before removing them and dropping her now soaked fingers back down to your equally as wet pussy.
She shifted the fabric, which was currently the only thing keeping your visible desperation at bay, to the side, before lightly grazing her warm, wet fingers over your entrance, earning her a moan ripping from your throat.
"That's what I thought." She said before plunging her fingers inside you. You gasped, your hips daring to pull away from her as the pain from the sudden intrusion washed over you.
"You're disgusting." Arlecchino hissed, beginning to slide her fingers in and out of your pussy slowly. "You're soaking wet. Tell me, do you like being degraded? Do you like being broken by someone you hardly know?" She said harshly, looking down at you with dark, lustful eyes.
"Fuck you." You hissed back, biting harshly on your lower lip to stifle any moans that would betray you.
"By the looks of it," She began before ripping her fingers from inside you, lifting them up and spreading them in front of you, your juices coating her fingers, slowly dripping down her hand. "You'd really like that." She finished, a devilish smirk tugging at her lips.
Then with shocking speed, untied the sash that tied your dress together, and pulled it from your body.
Without saying another word, she pulled you off of the desk by the neckline of your dress, and pushed you down onto your knees.
Arlecchino then wrapped the fabric she had pulled from you around your head, efficiently covering your eyes and blocking your vision entirely. She tied it securely behind your head before pulling away from you.
You then heard the sound of metal, lightly clinking together and the sound of fabric rubbing against itself before your arms were forced behind your back, and you felt the cold sting of leather binding your wrists together, which you could only assume was her belt from her pants. "Open your mouth, and stick out your tongue." She ordered as she pulled away once again.
Successfully bound and blindfolded, you obeyed, opening your mouth and sticking out your tongue. And then, you were left in complete silence.
You sat on your knees, your juices soaking through your panties and daring to leak to the floor as you waited.
And wait you did. For what seemed like an eternity. Not a word was spoken, no movement could be felt. Nothing.
You sat there for minutes, squirming as your body ached to be touched.
"A-Arelecchino?" You dared to speak, and without a moment to think, your heard the sound her boot lifting up to either the desk, or one of the chairs, you weren't sure, and the warmth and intoxicating smell of Arlecchino's pussy resting on your tongue. You gasped slightly as you felt her slightly bitter juices hit your tongue. But you already wanted more.
"Lick." She ordered, grabbing a handful of your hair and pushing your head into her warmth.
Flattening your tongue, you lapped at her like a dog, aching to taste more of her.
You twirled your tongue around her clit, licking at the swollen bundle of nerves, causing her to sigh softly in pleasure.
That divine noise coming from her lips was all the motivation you needed as you desperately licked at her most sensitive area, trying to taste as much of her as you could as you felt the wetness from your own pussy finally break through your panties and drip onto the floor.
"Mm, that's right you little slut, eat it like it's the last thing you'll ever taste." Arlecchino said as another moan left her lips. Pushing your head even harder against her, she began to grind her hips, grinding her pussy against your tongue as you licked and sucked where she needed you most.
Soon, she began to grind harder against your tongue, a mix your saliva and her juices running down your chin. "Fuck, don't stop, my little whore, I'm gonna cum." She moaned, feeling her orgasm building.
"Fuck I'm gonna cum, make sure you don't let any go to waste." She hissed before letting the warm wave of her orgasm wash over her, feeling her shake against your tongue and another rush of her juices filling your mouth. Quickly pulling your hair, she pulled you away and allowed herself to squirt all over your face, coating your tongue and dripping down onto your dress.
Licking your lips, you swallowed every last drop you could have. "I didn't peg you as a squirter Arlecchino." You teased, smirking.
Without responding, she yanked your hair once more, throwing you off your knees and onto your stomach on the floor. "H-hey!" You started to complain, but were cut off by the heel of her boot digging into your back.
"I didn't tell you to speak." She said harshly, digging her boot into your spine before lifting her foot away.
Arlecchino then reached down, and ripped your dress open, exposing your entire back, she continued to rip down through the fabric until your entire body was exposed, where she then grabbed ahold of your panties, and ripped them apart, pulling the pieces of fabric off of your body
She pulled the fabric of your dress out from under your restrained arms, and off of your body, leaving your bare skin pressed against the cold floor.
Arlecchino then grabbed your hips, digging her now bare fingers into your skin, her nails threatening to break through the skin on your hips.
"Wait, ah!" You squealed as she pulled your ass up, forcing you onto your knees, your face and chest pressed into the floor.
Your outburst earned a firm slap on the ass, this time hard enough to leave an imprint of the Harbinger's delicate but firm hand.
Arlecchino firmly placed both hands on your ass cheeks, spreading them to reveal your soaking wet, throbbing cunt.
Without another word, you felt her plunge her tongue into you, violently licking and sucking on your clit. A loud, desperate moan ripped from your throat as you finally got the contact you had been aching for.
Arlecchino was relentless as she devoured you, causing you to moan and squirm against her face.
After a moment she pulled away, "what do you say?" She said breathlessly, maintaining the cold, harsh tone to her voice.
"T-thank you!" You exclaimed, squirming as you so badly wanted more.
"Thank you what?" She continued, slapping your ass again hard, leaving you bright red.
"Thank you, sir!" You said, feeling all of the defiance leave your body.
She had officially broken you.
"Good girl." She said, and you could feel the smirk spreading across her beautiful features.
With that, she dove back into you, twirling her tongue around your clit before she flattened her tongue, licking all the way up your center before sticking her tongue as deep inside you as she could manage.
"Ah! Fuck!" You moaned loudly, cursing as your body squirmed against the white haired Harbinger's face.
She began pumping her tongue back and forth, bobbing her head as she fucked you with her tongue.
"Please... Oh, Archons please don't stop!" But despite your pleas, she pulled her tongue out, and reached up to grab your hair, pulling it back so you were forced upright.
You felt her warm breath hit your neck as she put her lips close to your ear.
"You don't call for the Archons when you're beneath me. You call for me, I am your owner, I am your God when you're naked and writhing underneath me. Do you understand?" She growled in your ear.
"Yes sir..." You breathed, absolutely loving the sheer power she had over you.
She pushed you back to your spot on the floor, face and chest pressed into the floor, ass up in the air.
"That's my good little slut, posed so pretty for me while I use you like the toy you are." Arlecchino purred before resuming her assault on your clit, but this time she didn't stop.
She kept licking and sucking, occasionally sticking her tongue inside you and swirling it around, as if trying to taste as much of you as possible.
It was heavenly, you couldn't remember if you had ever been fucked so amazingly, if someone ever made you go limp with how incredible they made you feel.
Before you knew it, you felt your orgasm build inside you, the warmth building in your stomach and your juices dripping down your legs.
"You want to cum so badly don't you?" Arlecchino asked, taking a breath before continuing.
"Y-yes..." you mumbled quietly, squirming your hips slightly.
"Beg." She demanded, not even daring to take a break from eating you out.
"Please!" You cried, "please sir! Please let me cum, I need it! I need to cum!" You begged like the obedient whore you were.
Oh how far the mighty had fallen.
"Cum then." She said, as if it were even up for debate to begin with.
And with that, your orgasm hit you hard, your body trembling as you came into her mouth, her name being screamed from your lungs like you were worshiping the mightiest God.
Only after you came down from your high, did she remove her tongue from your cunt.
Arlecchino sat you up on your knees, undoing her leather belt that bound your wrists together, only to move your arms in front of you to rebind them. She then pushed you on your back, and left you there as she stood up.
You felt agonizingly empty in the time she was gone, already missing the touch of her fingers and tongue.
Before long, you felt Arlecchino kneel in front of you. With one hand, she grabbed the belt tying your wrists, and pulled it up, pinning your arms above your head. With her free hand she undid the sash that blindfolded you, casting it to the side.
You squinted, your eyes slowly adjusting to the light in the room before you lifted your gaze to meet Arlecchino's eyes.
"I want you to look at me while I fuck you." She said, a small smirk tugging at her lips again.
Your eyes drifted down to see leather straps secured tightly around her hips, and down even further to see a penis shaped object attached to the leather that Arlecchino was slowly stroking.
She grabbed the underside of your knees and roughly spread your legs wide, then taking ahold of her strap-on and slowly stroked the head along your entrance, the tip becoming slick with your liquid.
As she lined it up with your entrance, she leaned forward with her free hand that wasn't pinning your arms, and wrapped her fingers around your neck, squeezing the sides slightly.
Gasping slightly as your felt her choke you, she plunged the strap-on deep inside you.
You gasped, your back arching slightly as she stretched you out.
Giving you no time to adjust to the size of the toy, Arlecchino began ramming her hips again you, pumping her cock in and out with a mind-numbing speed.
"You like my cock don't you?" She grinned, pounding into your pussy so hard you felt the tip of the toy slamming against your cervix.
"Yes! Yes, I love it!" You nearly screamed, your eyes rolling back in your head as your body was consumed with pleasure.
"That's right. Take my cock like a good little whore." She growled, the sound of skin slamming against skin echoing through the room as she fucked you, her hand pressing harder against the sides of your throat, making your head slightly foggy.
"Look at that, it's not even a real cock and you're losing your mind. How pathetic." She laughed, continuing to slam into you.
Your eyes continued to roll back, your tongue sticking out of your mouth as you panted, your mind going numb from the absurd amount of pleasure you felt.
Suddenly, you felt your walls beginning to clamp down on the toy. "Ah! Mistress, I need to cum!" You cried again, only to feel devastation wash over you as she pulled the toy out of your twitching pussy.
"No... no no no please!" You begged, looking up at her. She simply chuckled in response to your pathetic begging.
She released your throat and hands and went to work unstrapping the strap-on from her hips.
Taking it off and tossing the dripping wet toy to the side, she tilted you on your side slightly, keeping your legs spread as she aligned her own pussy with yours, her legs on either side of your body.
"You don't get to cum on some fake cock." Arlecchino said calmly, before grabbing your thigh and pressing your pussy into hers. The sound of your dripping wet cores rubbing together filling the room along with both of your loud, desperate moans.
Surely someone had heard you by now, but you didn't care. All you wanted was for Arlecchino to keep fucking you.
Her pussy was so warm and wet, melting together with yours perfectly.
You bucked and ground your hips into each other relentlessly until Arlecchino commanded you to cum once again.
As you let another mind-numbing orgasm consume you, you felt her body tremble against you as she came as well, squirting all over your pussy and pelvic area.
As your legs went limp, and you felt yourself melt into the floor, panting as you tried to catch your breath, you heard footsteps from down the hallway walk towards the room you were in.
Without hesitation, Arlecchino stood up, her cum dripping down her legs as she picked up the strap on, and all the clothes on the floor and walked over to her chair behind her desk.
"Come here." She said adjusting her blouse and vest so she looked presentable.
With trembling legs, you pushed yourself to your feet and quickly made your way over to her.
She sat down in her chair, and spread her legs, pointing to the floor between her legs, under the desk.
You looked down to see the strap-on on the floor in front of Arlecchino, pointing upward ready to be used.
"Bounce, and lick." She demanded.
You dropped to your knees, crawling over under her desk, kneeling above the toy, aligning your pussy before lowering yourself onto it.
Arlecchino rolled the chair towards you, keeping her legs spread as a knock on the door rang through the room.
"And be quiet." She said to you before telling the person outside the door to enter. Her voice returning to the cold, harsh, and empty tone she used with everyone.
Doing as you were told, you slowly bounced up and down on the toy, burying your face in her pussy, lapping at her clit once again.
A maid opened the door. Bowing to Arlecchino, you determined that she was Arlecchino's personal maid as she relayed all of her tasks for the day, and telling her Mistress how she had completed them all for the day.
Arlecchino remained completely expressionless and even tempered as she spoke with her maid, despite being devoured by your tongue just beneath the desk.
"Thank you, that will be all." Arlecchino said calmly, as the maid bowed again and began to leave. "Ah, before you leave for the day, would you bring some tea, and two cups?" Arlecchino asked.
"Two cups, ma'am?" Her maid asked.
"Yes, I'll be having company that I'm sure is exhausted after their, activities today. They'll need something to relax." She said, and you knew she was referring to you.
Your body was growing hot, the urge to cum starting to fill your senses, the idea of possibly getting caught in the act made your pussy drip with excitement, and Arlecchino maintaining her composure flawlessly made you even more excited.
Once her maid left, Arlecchino waited for a few moments while she listened to the footsteps get quieter before she grabbed your hair, harshly pulling your head back as she let her orgasm wash over her, squirting all over your face once again. "Fuck." She hissed as she watched her juices drip down your cheeks.
That was something you thought you'd never get tired of, the taste of her, the feeling of her liquid dripping down your face. It was divine.
"You look so beautiful." Arlecchino said quietly, removing her hand from your hair to gently caress your cheek with her thumb.
Your eyes widened slightly, shocked that she could be so gentle with you.
She leaned toward you undoing the belt that bound your hands before sitting back in her chair.
"Make yourself cum. I want to watch." She smirked as propped one elbow up on the arm of her chair, resting her cheek on her fist.
Your cheeks flushed slightly as you looked up at her, her beautiful and powerful form towering above you.
You reaching a hand down, and began rubbing your clit while you bounced on the toy, letting it reach deep inside you.
Your other hand massaging at your breast, twirling your nipple in your fingers. Soft moans escaped your lips as you pleasured yourself, keeping your eyes locked on the woman above you as she watched.
You were already close to orgasming, so you didn't have to fuck yourself long before you came all over the toy, your hands dropping to the floor in front of you to keep yourself upright and as you felt your body get weak.
"What a good girl." Arlecchino purred, titling your chin up to her as she moved her face close to yours, her warm breath gently tickling your lips before she pressed the most gentle, sweetest kiss to your lips.
"Have some tea with me, then I'll get you some clothes to wear back to your room, and I'll have your dress replaced. Sound fair?" She asked, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.
"Y-yes." You breathed, trying to catch your breath. "Can we do this again, sometime?" You asked, peering up at her with a sweet, hopeful expression.
She raised an eyebrow, smirking slightly before speaking. "Oh darling, I thought you figured it out by now. You're going to be my own personal fucktoy. I'm going to use you whenever, and where ever I please."
You couldn't help but grin.
~END~