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After the dance, Sir Crocodile joined King Cobra to his study with some other dignitaries. Josefine had to assume it might have something to do with the rumors of a rebellion brewing in the west. Maybe she should’ve felt more concerned, but right now her thoughts were consumed by her own plans to survive this marriage going forward.
The festivities slowly died down, and by the time the clock hit midnight, Josefine herself called it a night. She bid farewell to anyone worth talking to, and asked to be escorted back to her chambers with a few servants, and two guards. The woman wouldn’t make the same mistake twice tonight and allow herself to be cornered while alone.
The brunette refused the servants offering to help her undress from the gown hugging her figure. Not that she could take the thing off by herself, but she knew her husband enough by now to know he wanted to do the honors. Because Josefine held no illusions about it: whether or not Crocodile was pleased with her actions tonight or not, he’d be frustrated enough to want some sort of stress relief. And she’d provide it for her, willingly and enthusiastically. Falling back on her anchor of enjoying sex with her husband was easy enough, especially now that Josefine really wished for her thoughts to be anywhere else but on bony fingers on her skin and a wicked grin laughing at her in a pink haze of feathers.
Besides… the threat of Crocodile’s words hung over her head, still. She truly didn’t know what would become of her after tonight. So why not try to enjoy herself, while she could, and perhaps please him in the process? Maybe even distract him…
The door to her room opened, and Josefine turned her eyes to the Warlord, who immediately took the sight of his wife sitting down on the edge of the bed, one leg over the other, revealing her thigh through the slit in the gown… with the oh, so familiar leather collar on her neck, twirling the metal-chain leash between her painted nails.
“Husband,” she greeted him with a sultrier voice than usual. Her deep brown eyes glimmered in the dimly lit room, her long dark curls released from the earlier bun and draping her shoulders and back.
Having assumed her husband would practically lose his patience at the sight of her and rip her gown to pieces in a matter of seconds, Josefine was slightly disappointed that he actually seemed irritated, but the brunette refused to let it show.
“What’re you doing, Josefine?” he grunted and took a step forward towards the armchair in the room, discarding his fur coat on the back of it.
“Whatever do you mean?” she feigned innocence with the largest doe-eyes she could muster, and tilted her head back slightly to highlight the collar on her slender neck even more.
Her husband chuckled, but she could immediately tell the mood he was in. Frustrated, tense, and annoyed. Not in the mood for games… which made her want to play them even more. His grin then faltered and he puffed out smoke through his nostrils, taking the cigar between his fingers and pointing at her with it.
“Don’t get cute with me, rabbit,” the low rumble in his throat signaled impatience, as he took a step towards the bed. “You think you’re the one running this show, now?”
“Of course not,” Josefine shrugged and switched the position of her legs, crossing one over the other, making sure to give him enough a glimpse of her not wearing any undergarments under the gown, which caused the Warlord’s gray eyes to squint with a telling glimmer flickering behind them.
“I think you do, though,” he put his brows up at her and slowly closed the distance between them. “I think…” With one swift move, he snatched the leash from her fingers and pulled on it hard, yanking her head closer to him. “You’re up to something. What is it?”
She barely reacted to his words, keeping her demeanor calm as she cocked her brow.
“Maybe I just want to make up for last night,” the brunette spoke and shrugged. “Or would you rather I took the collar off and -”
He tugged on the leash again. The intense look in his eyes, hook wrapping tighter around the leash… and oh yes, the outline of a generous erection on his pants. Hook, line and sinker.
“Oh, so now you want to play?” his voice was rough and accompanied by a humorless chuckle.
“Wasn’t I a good girl tonight, Sir…?” she lifted her hands to his chest, trailing them down the soft fabric of his vest down to his belt. His lip turned into a momentary snarl as she could feel his muscles clench under her touch. He grabbed her chin between his fingers and squeezed on it just enough to keep her head still, blowing cigar smoke from his nostrils like a bull about to charge.
“Good girls do what they’re told, darling,” grey eyes narrowed into slits. “And I specifically told you not to wander off tonight. You think you’re off the hook just ‘cause you seemingly behave yourself now?” Another chuckle, as he shook his head. “No. I don’t think so. You’ve been a bad girl. And bad girls… don’t get pleasure. They get a lesson. So… are you going to take it like a champ, and not give me any lip?”
Josefine could tell this wouldn’t be one of their more regular lovemaking sessions. But maybe the brunette herself needed something intense to get her mind off of everything that had happened. Crocodile could be a generous, even tender lover, when he wanted to be… Most times, it wasn’t that. He liked to restrict and dominate and control, while praising her to high heavens for her compliance. When Josefine felt particularly playful, she disobeyed him, prompting the Warlord to enact a “punishment” that she ended up loving, anyway. But she’d kept her actual rebellious behavior outside of bedroom activities, wanting to be taken seriously by him.
Now, though? The brunette wanted just a bit of payback for a myriad of things. Or at least to test his limits, for a change.
“Maybe…” she cocked one thick brow at him and bit her lower lip, while slowly blinking at him.
“What was that?” the leash was tugged again.
“Maybe… Sir.”
Crocodile grinned with a dark chuckle at his wife’s tone of voice.
“Oh, I see how it is,” he tilted his head to the side and wrapped the metal leash tighter around his hook. “You want to go back to the basics, do you?”
“I know the basics,” she shrugged with a slight eye-roll.
“Clearly you don’t, since there’s a Sir missing at the end of that sentence,” he pulled on the leash so hard she stumbled on her feet. “So let’s try that again. You wanna be a good girl for me, baby?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good,” his voice was low and rough, eyes burning with lust and intensity. “Get on your knees.”
The brunette had to fight a smirk on her lips as she slowly got on her knees in front of him, while simultaneously letting her fingers trail down his chest to his thighs, making a quick stop at the bulge growing on his crotch, earning another snarl on his lip. But her suggestive touch was quickly interrupted as the Warlord stepped back, and raised the chained leash in his hand. A thin brow was cocked to his black hairline, as he let the cigar hang off his lip and clicked his tongue as a command, tugging on the leash connected to her collar. Playing the game to perfection, Josefine followed him on all fours, pushing the hem of her gown to the side more while arching her back and making it a point to keep her glimmering dark eyes fixed unto him with her plump lips parted. She had half a mind to stretch like a cat in the middle of the performance, just for good measure.
Backing away to the armchair, Crocodile sat down with a heavy sigh and pulled on the leash to lead his wife between his spread legs. A slight smirk tugged at Josefine’s lip as her husband said nothing, taking a long drag of his cigar, and taking the hint, her hands unbuckled his belt. Josefine let her hands rub his cock through his pants for a moment, savoring her husband’s reaction. She felt the member twitch with interest along with a grunt from his throat. However, as soon as she was about to pull down his underwear, her actions were cut short as the tip of his hook pressed under her chin.
“Uh-uh,” gray eyes met hers with a commanding edge to them. “Beg for it.”
“May I please touch your cock?” she bit her lip while her hands trailed the fabric of his pants on his muscular thighs. “Sir?”
“Well, since you asked so nicely…” a devilish grin spread on his thin lips, as he eased his hook between the leather collar and her throat, the slight choking sensation making her skin heat up. “No.” His grin dropped with the denial. “Get up.”
The hook pulling on her collar made the woman get back up on her feet quickly, and he promptly withdrew the golden appendix, grabbed her hips and turned her around, her form-fitting gown promptly ripped open in the back by the sharp metal at his disposal. Her husband pulled the garment past her wide hips and let it pool on her ankles. Her bustier corset didn’t prove any less of a challenge, and it too was discarded quickly, leaving all of her tanned skin his to claim. Josefine turned her face to look at him over her shoulder, but all it got her was a hard slap on her asscheek and a grunting moan escaped her lips.
“Don’t get cocky, rabbit,” the Warlord chuckled in his usual flirty demeanor, and his fingers grabbed the reddening asscheek before slipping past to brush briefly between her dripping folds, making the woman shiver in anticipation. “Soaked already, huh? Greedy girl… Don’t move.”
Withdrawing his hand, she heard metal clinging against metal, with the sliding of leather on fabric. He was removing his belt. Her wrists were grabbed and the leather belt neatly tightened around them. Josefine stayed calm during the binding of her hands behind her back, but had a hard time toning down the excited smirk on her lips. Pulling the belt just a tad tighter than usual, he gave her ass another firm smack. Reading this as a signal for her to turn around, Josefine looked over her shoulder at her husband, her eyes glimmering with equal intensity to his.
“There we go,” the sight of the Warlord’s wife’s bound hands made the man grin wickedly. “No touching anything for you tonight, darling. Back on your knees.”
With no trouble to oblige, Josefine let the smile tug at her lips more as she licked them briefly for show, and turned around before kneeling back down, her wrists neatly tied behind her back while only the collar adorned her tanned olive skin. Keeping the metal chain neatly wrapped around his hook, the Warlord leaned back the leather arm chair and took a deep drag from his cigar before exhaling a thick cloud through his nostrils and giving her an affirming nod. Never breaking eye contact, the brunette used her teeth to pull back his underwear and gave his semi-hard cock a playful kiss on the mushroom tip before wrapping her lips and tongue around it slowly and sensually. A part of Josefine still felt shame over how much she enjoyed pleasuring her husband, but it was honestly more about his reactions than the act itself, though she couldn’t deny she genuinely loved the thickness and shape of his generous member, whether it was inside her mouth or between her legs.
“That’s it…” the sighing growl of relaxation emanated from her husband’s throat as he tilted his head back for a moment, before looking back at her with half-lid gray eyes surrounded in rich cigar smoke. “Hmmm… Where was this Josefine last night, huh?” He let the cigar hang on his lip as his ringed fingers sank between her soft curls, with the promise of tugging on them later. “The pretty little wife of mine who knows exactly what I want those lips to do for me. Fuck…”
The Warlord’s muscles flexed briefly with another low grunt from the back of his throat as his wife focused her efforts only to suck the tip of his cock, letting her tongue swirl around, not pushing her lips any further. Her husband wasn’t the only one who knew how to tease and withhold pleasure, and it seemed he’d allow her to entertain herself with the act… for now.
“You know, I thought about what you said last night,” Crocodile sighed, getting even more comfortable lounging in the chair as he lazily ran his fingers through her hair while watching her pop her mouth off from the tip, and work his now fully erect shaft next with slow, sensual kisses on the outside “About going to visit one of those dancer girls, in the city.”
Her attention shifted, the woman stopped momentarily while her mouth was mid-way around his length to meet his eyes, causing the Warlord to grin.
“I almost did it, too, just to spite you,” he sneered, and before she could anticipate it, the gentle touch on her hair turned into a tight grip as he pushed her head down. Josefine gagged as spit bubbled down her lower lip and chin, and her back hunched as his tip tickled the back of her throat, prompting a deep, rumbling laugh from her husband.
“Would you have liked it, tasting another woman’s lipstick on my cock?” the rough whisper in her ear oozed mockery. ”No… I think you would’ve used it as yet another reason to resent me.”
Josefine gagged again as she pushed her tongue out to better fit his entire manhood in her mouth. Don’t throw up, don’t throw up -
“Because apparently , you have decided that I’m the bad guy in your little sob story,” the Warlord ignored her struggle and puffed out a thick cloud of cigar smoke from between his teeth. ”Poor little Josefine, getting to live like royalty and fucked like a goddess.”
Finally, he pulled her head back and the woman inhaled deep, coughing out, drool dripping from her swollen lips as her dark brown eyes glared at him briefly under thick brows. Crocodile answered in turn, leaning closer while never easing on his grip on her hair.
“You think you’re being slick with this good girl act?” his grin was nothing short of malicious, but the clear undertone of pure excitement bled through. ”No, no… you’re a little schemer, aren’t you, rabbit?”
“Takes one to know one,” she quipped back with a murmur with as much sass as she could muster without outright matching his grin. “ Sir .”
Whether her husband was more turned on or frustrated, it was surprisingly hard to tell, even with his hard shaft gleefully twitching for attention. The low, near-sadistic chuckle rumbled in his throat and made her pupils blow out with lust.
“I knew I’d have to fuck the brat out of you tonight. Well,” grey eyes narrowed. “If you insist.”
Josefine had pleasured her husband with her mouth before. Sure, there’d been a slight learning curve with the act, but Crocodile loved nothing more than teaching a lesson. Usually, he let her take the reins with it, gently guiding her with his fingers in her curls at most while giving her the praise she yearned for. Not tonight. He, to put it bluntly, fucked her mouth with the same ferocity he many times fucked her cunt. The woman gagged, eyes watering, spit dripping down on her breasts.
“Eyes on me,” Crocodile grunted as telltale signs of him teetering on the edge of release filled his features. ”And don’t swallow.”
Don’t swallow??
His semen mixed with her spit, spilling from her lips to her chin down her breasts, and she coughed violently with his cock still shoved down her throat, causing a splatter of thick fluids to burst on his suit pants, her own knees and the carpet. Humiliation burned on her cheeks as her husband finally released her hair and freed her mouth to breathe properly. The brunette coughed and gasped, her hair a tangled mess and face runny with mascara, snot, spit and a generous offering of her husband’s cum. The culprit in question had never looked more fiendishly delighted.
”Oh… now, look at the mess you made, Josefine,” he cooed with faked sympathy, taking a handkerchief and using it to wipe the edges of her swollen lips, and then briefly petting her cheek. ”Tsk, tsk, tsk… Sloppy.” He cocked a brow and tugged on the leash wrapped around his hook. “Up.”
Given little to no time to gather herself, Josefine got on one knee and propped herself up, sternly guided by the Warlord responsible for her disheveled appearance. He promptly pulled her with him to the edge of the bed, making her bend over it with her feet on the floor and chest hugging the sheets.
“Spread ‘em,” a tap at her ankles with the tip of his shoe and the brunette didn’t have to be told twice. Two fingers tested the waters between her folds and she shivered.
“Hmm…” the Warlord hummed as if in consideration of what to do next as the woman at his mercy bit her lip to stifle a groan. “Beg me to fuck you.”
“Please fuck me, Sir,” the words left her lips with practiced ease as his digits brushed over her swollen clit.
“More.”
A finger entered her and curled to find a spot he knew would cause her to arch her back like a cat in heat.
“Please, Sir - would you please fuck me? Won’t you fill me up, Sir…?” Josefine whined, abandoning her pride and surrendering to the game of pleasure and control her husband loved equally as much, if not more. ”I’ll be a good girl, I promise…”
“Oh, you promise, do you?”
“I do, Sir. Please… I need your cock inside me…”
“I know you do.” A second finger joined the first to stretch her tightening walls with a whimper from her lips. ”But I don’t think you’ve deserved my cock yet, darling.”
The brunette had half a mind to stop her feet but she settled for a pout and an impatient huff instead, hands struggling against the binds as she tried to look over her shoulder.
“Ah-ah -” he withdrew his soaked fingers and gave the back of her thigh a firm smack with an open palm. “What did I say about giving me lip tonight?”
That included being huffy about the lack of stimulation, it seemed. The bound brunette sighed and rested the side of her face against the sheets as he gently knitted her heated flesh after slapping it.
“That’s what I thought,” smugness oozed from the Warlord’s tongue. Pleased enough with her compliance, he inserted a thumb inside her again and curled it to rub her walls, and she clenched with her lips parting in a gasp. He chuckled again. “Such a hungry little pussy you have, Josefine. Tell me who owns it.”
“Hmmm… Y-you own this pussy, Sir…” the woman whined in need of more. A single digit inside her while two other fingers rubbed her clit in agonizingly slow circles was barely enough to feed her hunger.
“Damn right I do.”
Playing his wife like a finely tuned instrument, the Warlord clearly took great pleasure of watching the woman squirm and whine while she leaked down her thighs, the throbbing bundle of nerves between her legs teased harder and faster, yet never enough. But she still started to teeter on the edge, her body aching to release all the tension and stress she’d held in all night.
“Don’t you dare cum,” Crocodile grunted with a familiar commanding tone as he only increased his efforts. “Only good girls get to cum, and I’m still looking at a real brat right now, Josefine.”
“Hmm - M-may I please cum, Sir?” the brunette panted.
“No.”
“Oh -! Please, Sir, please can I cum for you, Sir - ? I- I really want to -”
“No.”
It was the same song and dance they’ve done so many times, one Josefine knew the steps to well… or so she thought. The stimulation her husband was giving her leaking cunt was getting more intense by the second, playing with her clit while he curled a finger inside her again and again, with clear intentions to make her climax, yet as she begged and pleaded, no permission was given. He was waiting until the very last second of her self-discipline, the bastard.
“Oh - oh, Sir - I - please - “ Josefine whrithed and nearly kicked her legs in an attempt to withhold the orgasm, toes almost cramping as sweat gathered on her back, fingers clinging to the leather belt binging her wrists. “I’m - I’m gonna - f-fuck!”
Her cup overflowed with a full-body shiver and a cry as she squeezed his fingers, her pelvic muscles getting a workout in the process while she nearly rocked against his hand, blissfully focusing on her moment of pleasurable release, and not thinking twice about the implications of it. As the waves of ecstacy rolled off her, a relaxed smile ghosted her lips only for her heated body to get an emotional ice-water bath with his next words.
“Did you just cum without permission, Josefine?”
Chestnut eyes blinked a few times during a moment of deafening silence. “N-no -” Fingers withdrew from her and promptly smacked her ass. “Ah!”
“I think you did. Naughty little rabbit…” her Warlord husband tutted with a fiendishly playful undertone that told her he’d never had any intention of playing fair tonight, to her demise. “Well, it was bound to happen sooner or later,” Crocodile sighed and wiped his fingers on the backs of her thighs and the bedsheets. She heard him stepping to the side, but knew better than to turn her head to see what he was planning next. “But what a wonderful opportunity this is, hmm?” She could practically here the grin on his lips. ”Do you know what happens to little brats who cum before they’re allowed to?”
”N-No, Sir…”
“Well, they don’t get to cum at all for the rest of the night… until they’ve learned their lesson. And since that pretty little cunt of yours is so damn greedy, I think it’s only fitting we’ll leave her alone for now.”
She could here him walking away from the bed, and opening something - a drawer? Rummaging through it next. Objects clinked against each other, metal or glass? By the seas, she wanted to lift her upper body from the bed and take a peek to satiate her curiosity (and ease her growing nerves), but if Josefine had learned anything, it was that her husband loved the element of surprise. And right now, she needed to be smart and play the game, his game, on his terms.
Josefine almost ran out of patience and opened her mouth to speak, but her husband beat her to it as she heard him close the drawer and walk closer again.
“Tell me, darling… Did that boy - what was his name, the one who fucked you haphazardly and fled the scene with his cum sprayed on your lap?”
She hesitated. What did that have to do with anything?
“Samuel…?”
“ Samuel , right,” Crocodile chuckled. “He didn’t fuck your ass, did he?”
A thumb brushed over the aforementioned orifice between her cheeks, and her eyes flung wide open with a nervous squeal escaping her lips as her whole body tensed up.
Oh.
Oh!
“That’s what I thought,” her husband seemed wildly amused at her reaction and patted her asscheeks with a gentle tap, before she heard something being popped open. A bottle? The woman gasped as the skin just above her ass was met with a warm liquid that trickled down her crack, with help from his thumb that trailed it over her hole with slow, round movements. “Poor boy sounds like he might’ve stuck it in by accident, but don’t you worry, little rabbit,” the Warlord pushed his thumb just slightly inside her hole, prompting a surprised squeak from his wife. “Unlike that fool, I know what I’m doing. And I think tonight… I’m gonna show you.”
An odd tingling - numbing? - sensation started to take hold where the liquid was being spread. Josefine’s cheeks burned brighter as an uncertainty she hadn’t felt since her wedding night made her shiver and gulp.
“Oh… how I missed you being so deliciously nervous,” devilish satisfaction coated his words, and her knees were promptly raised on the bed. “Ass up, babygirl.”