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[thedcvilherself]

it was mostly innocent; curiosity killed the cat and all that. she'd been exhausted that evening, had moved to lay her head on sage's lap as she tried to remain focused on the film, at some point rolling over and allowing her mind to wander. her eyes were blinking away sleep as fingers lifted to trace at the notable bulge in their shorts, examining it with gentle fingertips and seemingly no acknowledgement of her actions. it's only when it seems to shift, to stiffen, that flora catches herself, eyes flashing to their face in surprise, as if sage was the one who had done something unexpected. "sorry." the word comes quickly, instinctively, hand shrinking back to her chest as she draws her face back slightly. "i didn't..." mean to? what had she meant to do? "i just...i've always wondered, you know? what it...what it felt like."

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Keeping a tight hold on her leash as he rocked his hips upwards into her mouth, Nic had to admit that he thought they were making great progress with her understanding her role in his life. There were a few things Nic had learned from his failed marriage, and one of them was to be firm with women and not trust they'd come to their senses on their own in time. Another thing was that if he wanted something, he had to make it clear that it was his so that no one else got any ideas. "Good girl, you're a good cockwarmer, aren't you? Now here's what I want you to do. I'm going to take a picture of you just like this and you're going to send it to those guys in your DMs before deleting your dating app. After that, we're going to go out and you're not going to wear any panties. If you keep being good for me, then maybe that little cunt of yours will finally get bred just like you wanted."

[thedcvilherself]

most people would relish in something like this, a vacation home some place warm and beautiful, an escape from the cold and the chaos that came with the holidays. ivy hated every second of it. at least she had up until that year, when her brother had brought home the tasty little eye candy that was his girlfriend. she'd been shameless in making the eyes upon amore known — even earlier that day when she'd come across her getting railed on the bathroom counter, even minutes ago when she'd left her door parted whilst receiving head from some other tourist, when she'd finished while staring at amore through the crack in the doorway. the house is silent when she sneaks the other girl back out, leaving the breathy sounds coming from their house guest apparent; soft, beautiful sounds streaming from what should be an empty library. ivy slips in silently, resting her back against the door frame, relishing in the sight of amore with her hand between her thighs. "imagining that's my cock? i mean...i can smell a fake orgasm from a mile away and it's pretty clear that my brother's isn't doing it for you."

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[thedcvilherself]

the concrete digs into her bare knees, but rocia is strangely appreciative of the pain. it situates her, keeps her centred in her choice to open herself up to him this way. the vulnerability is staggering, her heart thundering at a pace she's not sure won't take her tiny body out. having him so close to her, right in front of her — close enough to have kissed her skin and her lips the way she's dreamt about... it's so intoxicating she thinks she might fall apart. she steels herself and strangely enough the smack of his hard cock against her mouth sends a shudder through her that allows her focus. she wants to taste him, so willing to let him do whatever he pleases to her in that moment, so desperate for him to do the kinds of things he talks about on the phone. or worse. she's so pliant, immediately bending to his needs, trying to nod but suddenly his cock is slipping between her lips. her tongue lays flat, poking her bottom lip and carrying the weight of his cock against it until suddenly he's pushing in deeper. she gasps and struggles, nails trying to dig in to keep a hold of herself. it takes her a moment or two to get her breathing under control, to let him take her mouth as he pleases, with her tongue sliding against the underside of his cock. having him fuck her mouth like this where anyone might happen to walk past and witness makes another wave of wetness flood her.

any hesitations he'd held, any concern that she'd been using this to bait him, to finally get the authorities to put an end to what they had were diminished the instant she got on her knees. it was like a dream; rocia there and in front of him, solid and real in a way that she had never been and so willing to obey his orders, defiling herself without a second thought. "fuck-" the sound that escapes him is all but animalistic, the warmth of her mouth seeming far more welcoming than any other that had graced his cock until that moment. this was different, this was something neither of them had ever had, would never have again and there's a part of him that desperately wishes he had grabbed her phone, that he could capture this moment, their first moment, for the two of them to watch again and again but he can't bring himself to even put a pause to this. instead, his right hand is sinking to join the left, knotting into her dark locks as he begins thrusting in and out of her mouth at the pace that best suits him. "that's my fuckin girl, isn't it? wanna feel me inside you so bad?" he draws her all the way down, careless if it causes her to gag, relishing in it in fact. "this is what you were made for, baby. made for me, made for this cock." he's holding her there until her cheeks are flushed, pushing her to the brink before finally allowing her the freedom of air and all at once forcing her back onto her feet, where his mouth just as quickly takes claim again. "do you understand that you belong to me now?"

[thedcvilherself]

she's glowing. dressed to the nine's, silk gown clinging to her elfin frame, hair and makeup perfected hours before the event had even begun. another premiere concluded; the flash of the cameras, the cheer of the fans, the praise from journalists. it was always exhilarating. yet all evangeline was waiting for was this. that perfectly maintained facade drops as the hotel door shuts, features and shoulders relaxing within an instant, a sigh of relief now that she's finally on her own. mostly. evangeline turns and there he is, all done up in his best suit, having taken the extra key she'd slid into his pocket and come to wait for her just as she'd asked. of course she'd invited her big brother to the premiere. what kind of sister would she be if she didn't? besides, the press simply salivated over the story any time they were together. that tale of the long lost half-brother she hadn't known existed, her sleaze of a father leading two separate lives for much of her upbringing. hollywood had always loved a scandal. "be a doll and get these shoes off for me?" voice cooing with a gentleness that even she's not sure she possesses, manicured fingertips gesturing to the space before the bed as she moves that way. it's a second, unspoken request that he get down, on his knees. "my feet are positively aching and i cannot bend." a second sigh as she settles carefully on the edge of the mattress. "i'd rather die than damage a vivienne westwood."

[thedcvilherself]

Leighton's begging stirred something primal up inside. There was a sort of dark satisfaction that came with listening to her future in law begged to be ruined by her. Evie was almost too confident that no one would be able to fuck the younger woman this good, be as deep, or make her as debauched as she could. A dry chuckle fell from her lips as she pushed her completely down on her length. A moan built in her chest as she enjoyed being completely sheathed in Leighton's tight heat.

Evie buried her face into her neck and began rolling her hips upward pushing ever deeper as if to burn the feeling of herself forever in Leighton's core.

"Over and over again." She grunted in reply to the younger woman's words. Evie was not normally a selfish lover but for now, the only thing that mattered to her was completely draining her balls into the younger woman. Chasing the sweet feeling of release until exhaustion finally kicked in. "Come on Leighton move those hips. Show me how badly you want to be of use to me. There will be no pillow princesses her."

Despite her pleas, the forcing of her hips downwards, the act of driving her down onto Evie's cock fully is unexpected. Even seeing the woman's length, even touching it couldn't have prepared her for the entirety of it, her body tensing around the cock as a cry echoes through the room and wetness springs to her bright eyes. It's entirely pathetic, the way she clutches onto the woman, legs trembling from their place straddling Evie's own. Was it possible she was so big? So deep within her? And yet, as if to answer the questions nipping at her mind, the other woman's hips roll and seem to make their point.

"Evie.." It's a pathetic sob, though not one searching for relief from the intrusion the way her clutching walls might imply, rather thankful for it.

"Y-yes, m'am." Her intentions had been to apologize for ruining the woman's vacation, to make it up to her and somehow in doing so, it was her fiance that she owed an apology to — and yet, Leighton didn't want it to end, the only thought of her fiance being that she was thankful his fishing trip was meant to be a long one.

Despite the tears that had trailed onto her cheeks, she's lifting her hips, a mere few inches before rolling them downwards again, slow and steady. The simple action is enough to draw a trembling breath from her lips but she goes again and again, each time lifting a little further, each descent leaving her walls clutching desperately. "You're so big...so deep..."

[thedcvilherself]

the way he takes, claiming any inch of her without questioning it, groping and holding to stake his claim, make clear his ownership. it means everything to her. she didn't know this was what she needed, not until him. his demand is met with a whine as she shivers, his mouth drawing the most animalistic and instinctive of reactions from her. "please, please, please... i need you, please touch me — use me. i'm yours." she's insistent, a chorus of pleases that are much softer following after, as he tears fabric from her dress. again her lashes flutter, trying to think but coming up short of anything except for need and adoration for him. the world goes dark quickly, the fabric taking away her vision as she whimpers. there's a sting in her scalp from the reckless way he blindfolds her, but it only turns her on more to feel him be so rough with her. her lips part as he manhandles her, turning her body to his and she reaches for him, clawing desperately at what of him she can reach, trying to create an idea of his body from touch alone as she does her best to kiss back. he's so firm under her hands, his mouth kissing her and then pulling away so quickly that she whines. she's obedient again already, taking his thumb in her mouth a second after, roughed up pink mouth enveloping over it as her tongue lovingly laps at it through a moan. overwhelmed, she takes in his order while barely able to think, struggling to her knees while grasping at his hands and then at thighs, mouth wide open as she tilts her head up.

touch me. use me. i'm yours. he's not sure anything has ever sounded prettier coming from her lips, amplified by the fact that she's right there, that it's a voice ringing audibly around him and not merely streaming through the connection of a phone. it was enough to have his entire body tremble with need, as if he could reach his climax from those words alone. emerson wanted to grasp onto her chin, to look directly into her eyes and make her repeat them again and again but such was a risk he couldn't take, not when it meant he could lose everything — lose her. how could he when she was like this? so desperate and pathetic, willingly grasping and lapping at anything he would offer her, attempting to worship him. he's only somewhat helpful in allowing her to get into position, letting her use him but making sure she figures it out herself, that even with the blindfold she does the work. fuck, she's perfect. the pristine creature on her knees in the filthy alleyway, worse for wear than when she'd shown up and yet, opening her mouth willingly for him. "that's it." he praises, the least of what he can offer her in that moment. his left hand grasps the black of the makeshift blindfold, his right smacking the weight of his hardened cock against her waiting lips, just another way to defile her. "now show me how good you can really be, rocia. show me you deserve to get that pussy fucked." and with that he eases his cock downwards, resting the head onto her tongue and thrusting his hips forward without warning.

[thedcvilherself]

the intensity of his order goes right between her legs, her pussy clenching around nothing with the disappearance of her fingers. she's longing — aching and dripping for him, debasing herself in the middle of an alley just for his love to finally cresendo in his body against hers. her eyes flutter shut, her body shaking with the anticipation of his arrival and then all at once there's a controlling hand in her hair, one that directs and stops her gaze from being able to look back. a gasp is stolen from her lips, a shudder rolling through her as he takes her with the kind of painfully firm grip she's always dreamed of. "you came." the words sound like they're drawn from the lips of a damsel in distress, her ass pressing back against him, feeling a hardness there that makes the wetness between her legs seem to double. warmth radiates from where she feels his lips against her skin, shoulder to the sensitive skin of her neck and she whimpers at the affection of the man who has loved her like no one else. she's all at once thrilled and terrified. he could hurt her like this — really hurt her. he's got complete control and she trembles in his grasp, the sound of his voice in her ear as she desperately tears away the headphones to drop to the ground. "please." she chokes out. "ruin me. please. sir, i —" she's still incorrigible, the fingers that were still so close to her clit nudging it again as her eyes widen, trying to look at him but not trying to get caught.

she's pressing back into him, her lithe frame giving in to what it's meant to, yearning to be consumed by the person who owned it. she's everything and more, the most real and accessible she's ever been to him, a dangerous position for her to have put herself in. "say it again." he hisses as his mouth nips and sucks, traveling along the exposed skin in desperation. "let me hear you fucking beg, rocia." his fingers shift from her waist to search out the lace of the sundress, greedily slipping into the material until it stretches around his hold before taking a hold and pulling. it's the most audible thing in the entire alley, the material giving way to his demanding hands and leaving even more of her exposed under the torn material. his left hand works to join his right, wrapping the material around her eyes and drawing it back around her head harshly, tightening the ends into a knot with no care of the way it pulled at her dark locks. it's then that he forces her to turn around, hardly giving her time to register the action before his mouth is pressing hot and heavy against her own, groaning in hunger. "my perfect fucking girl." his hand grips her chin as he withdraws, thumb forcing itself between her lips, inspecting her face though she can't see his own. "get on your knees and open that pretty mouth wide for me."

[thedcvilherself]

no one had ever loved her like this. it was a different kind of love, a stronger one. something powerful, about the way even the threat of law enforcement hadn't kept him away. if anything, it had prompted him to be more insistent with his possessiveness, which had bloomed something in her. a parallel obsession, if you would. she imagined him all the time, he consumed her dreams and her fantasies, this haunting figure who she caught glimpses of but never quite saw. his voice sends a shock wave through her, the way he sounds breathless and aggressive, jealousy dripping from his words. she can't help but smile, though her face is ducked down as her cheek presses into the brick wall. usually she is so well behaved for him. his good girl. she can't help but feel a strange thrill at him coming apart at the seams from her provocations. "you think you know me so fucking well." she scoffs, pushing past the part of herself that longs to fit into his ideas, who touches herself at his insistence. moans for him any time, wears things he likes, never complains. "you think you know everything. big bad wolf..." eyes flutter shut, fingers dragging out of her entrance to tease her clit. the spaghetti strap of her dress falls from her shoulder, leaving her in further disarray. "i already know who you are. i'd know you if you came to me. my body knows you, god.. i am so fucking sick of not feeling you inside me... what are you so scared of?"

it wasn't as if she hadn't taunted him before, attempted to rile him in search of furthering her own satisfaction within the relationship, but this — this was different. suddenly, without warning, she was a creature fighting back against her master and he wasn't willing to release her. "don't fucking move." the words are a hiss into the line before suddenly, it goes silent, leaving her consumed with the drowning hum that her earbuds surely left in her ears. he moves as quickly as he is able from the spot he'd been hiding to the place where she's waiting. not a word passes his lips as his hand tangled into her dark locks, forcing her head downwards, towards the ground so that she can't attempting turning his way. in the same instant, his left hand latches onto her hip with a hold that was sure to leave a mark, his hips grinding into her ass appreciatively. "fuck!" she's enveloping his senses; he had always been able to see her, even hear her but now? now he could smell her, touch her and if he wanted- his mouth pressed a hungry kiss to the exposed shoulder, tongue swiping along her skin appreciatively before he buried his face down into the crook of her neck, practically panting against her warm skin. "is this what you want, rocia? cause i'll fucking ruin you."

[thedcvilherself]

rocia was no stranger to attention. maybe that was why at first she hadn't done anything about that creeping, unsettling feeling of being watched all the time. she'd noticed the car outside her workplace. she'd seen the figure in her yard, but she'd convinced herself it was nothing. in all the time he'd been following, hovering in her peripheral, holding a stake in her life, they had never been quite this close to each other. they'd never done something like this. he never snuck into her window no matter how many times she imagined or dreamed of it, no matter how many times he described what it would look like, what he would do to her. he had pushed her into this state, a recklessness, a greedy, wicked need to see this through now that he was so close. his question made her chuckle darkly. "mm, quite the opposite, usually." it was true that when he told her what to do, at least at first, she obeyed nervously. she'd gotten used to following his instruction, unsure why she felt the need to be so good for him. she scowls at his excuses, though she can't keep the frown up for long when she's teasing herself, the sound of her two fingers truly something nasty considering how wet she is at him being so close. prompts her to please him with her words and she whimpers, enjoying the way he gets possessive, but... it''s not enough. "i don't know... i mean, i-if you're not going to take care of my pussy, i'm here for the taking... someone else might walk right up and take advantage. how can i belong to you, if you never touch me?"

it wasn't surprising that she was defiant and it certainly wasn't disappointing to hear either, to know that she followed instructions for him and only him, that she was his good girl. he's almost oblivious to the fact that at some point his own hand had slid downward, had worked to undo the top of his jeans in order to remove his aching length from their confines and stroke it in time with the thrust of her fingers. even from here it was a glorious site, the most taste of her that he had gotten and yet, it wasn't enough — for either of them. "you think i'm going to let anyone touch you?" his tone is practically animalistic, not only offended by the thought but by the fact that she thought he'd allow it, that he'd lead her somewhere where any piece of shit could put his hands on what was rightfully his. "stop. stop! don't fucking..." his eyes pinch shut, head dropping downwards and it's clear by his breathing that he's grasping onto what little sanity he has left. "don't do this to me, rocia. we both know part of what gets you off is not knowing who i am. you get off in not knowing if i'm beside you on the sidewalk or behind you in the grocery store or a customer at your work." there's nothing he wants more than his hands upon her, than his dick sunk deep into what was surely a tight and welcoming warmth, claiming each inch of her perfect body and showing her all the love he felt for her. but, such wasn't a fate destined for them. "don't ruin it."

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he may as well be panting when she finally comes into view, looking more vulnerable then ever before as she strolls down the dark alley. it's a place far from being worthy of her during even the best hours, let alone when the sun has fallen and trouble could be lurking at any corner. but be it lucky or unlucky, the only trouble waiting for her in that moment is him, the very reason he'd chosen a spot he knew to be secluded so that no one else might try to play with what belonged to him. "you are a good girl, aren't you?" his voice is almost sing-songy as he speaks into the burner phone, praising her for doing as she was told. it wasn't that she'd ever failed to, not since whatever sick game this was had begun, simply that this was taking it yet another step further. "now, drop your panties around your ankles and show me what you do when you think of me, rocia. show me how much you enjoy knowing i'm watching your every fucking move."