#tag: roleplay

[ladyveronikawrites]

IF PAIN IS BEAUTY, I'M A PRETTY BITCH

(Noah Sebastian x OC) 18+

Kinktober in the Concrete Jungle - Prompts: Female Domination, bondage, imapct play, humiliation

Part of the Will We Both Be Satisfied verse

CW: Power exchange, D/s, sissification, feminization, cross dressing, honorifics, roleplay, new name, suck off dildo, spanking, impact play - paddle,  orgasm denial, strap, verbal humiliation, chastity, cock cage, squirting

Word Count: 3,323 Crossposted: AO3 // Wattpad

title comes from 'Code Mistake' by Bring Me the Horizon

Click. Clack.

The heels of her modest height clear stilettos pierce the lavish marble floor of the hotel lobby. Vivian pulls out her phone from her leather tote bag as she approaches the elevator. When the metal doors slide open, she struts in, chin held high as the bodies part for her. Vivian should feel intimidated standing arm-to-arm with folks much taller than her, but she doesn’t. She may look small but she’s a spitfire. A smirk curls her lips when her phone chimes. 

Room 532.

A beast of a man waits for her behind that door. No one moves when she exits the elevator and a couple making out in the hall, stop and stare when she walks by. Vivian demands all eyes on her at all times. The sheer black floral lace corset is the only delicate thing about her. The garment is tied tight making her pert tits almost spill from the cups, her black shoulder-length hair grazes her collar bones which accentuate the sweetheart neckline of the bustier. Paired with her favorite high-waisted trousers that hug her hips and define her waist, it’s absolutely obscene. Her large sunglasses attempt to obscure her identity but it’s pretty obvious why she’s there at this time of the night and she doesn’t give a single flying fuck. When she approaches his door, he opens it before she has a chance to raise her scarlet-manicured hand to knock. Vivian struts into the room not even acknowledging the tree of a man, muscles bulging and drenched in sweat just like she asked. His head is bowed, and his knees shake when he shuts and locks the door. 

“Scared someone’s going to find out your dirty little secret and call the police?” she taunts, as she dumps the contents of her bag on the table by the bed. Noah shifts on his heels but doesn’t speak a word. Good boy.

“Speak.”

“Y-yes, mistr- I mean, Miss V,” he blurts out, nerves shaking his voice. 

“Good thing, I don’t intend for anyone to find out.” Vivian stalks over to Noah shoving a bright pink bag of toiletries onto his chest. 

“Go clean your gross gym bro sweat off.” She makes a face in disgust before opening the bathroom door. “I can’t wait to meet my pretty girl soon when you are done. Does she have a name yet?” Vivian chimes, her voice softening in excitement. A soft blush creeps over Noah’s cheeks accentuating his freckles, but he can’t meet her eyes. 

“Look at me when I ask you a question,” Vivian commands, placing her manicured hands on her hips, expectantly. 

“Y-yes Miss V, h-her name is Norah.” She can sense Noah’s hesitation, yet his gaze remains on hers. 

“What a beautiful name,” Vivian smiles approvingly. “When you wash yourself think of her, imagine her slender hands washing your body and the sweet smell of her hair and skin. Remember darling, she is you.” 

“Yes, Miss V, of course.” A bashful smile spreads across his face when her words sink in. What Noah has been longing for is becoming a reality. 

Noah practically skips into the bathroom with the bright pink bag clutched tight to his bare chest. Vivian hears the whoosh of the shower tap being turned on and busies herself with removing the expensive garment from the bag and steaming out all the wrinkles with the portable steamer she brought.  She wants this to be perfect.  

Soon enough she hears the water being shut off and Noah stepping out of the shower. 

Vivian knocks on the door, “Norah, may I come in?” 

“Y-yes.” His voice cracks as she opens the door. Before her, Noah has wrapped the starch-white hotel towel around his waist. His skin is flush and damp, highlighting every defined muscle in his arms and chest. Mentally shaking herself, she steers her derailing thoughts back to the task at hand, just before noticing Noah’s purple-painted toenails. 

“What scent did you choose?” she circles him, grazing her manicured fingertips over his glistening damp torso. His body flexes in the wake of her touch. She knows the scent he chose to wash himself with. She has every scent of her inventory memorized. The sense of smell is powerful, a primal yearning that etches itself into the brain for an eternity. Mixed with your own pheromones- your scent is unique to each individual. Noah chose something comforting and familiar. 

“Vanilla and bergamot, Miss V.” His cheeks heat with the confession.

“Very good. How does it make you feel?” Miss Vivian walks over to the bed, grazing her fingertips over the garment bag with anticipation. 

“I-I..” Noah’s voice cracks and he clears his throat. “I feel good-”

Vivian turns, crossing her arms over her chest, and cocks a full brow; a warning for him to continue.

“Powerful…” Noah continues, “Yet beautiful.” She beams with pride at his declaration and when she glances up at him, he smiles right back. 

“Would you feel more comfortable dressing in the bathroom or the room?” Vivian slowly unzips the garment bag, periodically glancing up to see Noah’s reaction. She watches as Noah’s mouth parts and eyes widen. She is also pretty sure she saw his eyes start to shimmer as she pulled the exquisite black mini dress from the bag. 

She hands over the velvet hanger, and he stares in awe. " It’s beautiful,” he whispers, " even better than I could imagine.” 

Vivian moves to hang up the now empty garment bag in the closet. She smiles to herself again, basking in Noah's newfound excitement. 

When she turns back, she gasps softly at the sight before her. Pooled around Noah’s ankles are his grey sweatpants and boxers. He hadn’t bothered to step out of them, too entranced by the soft fabric. Her heart leaps at the sight of the matte black chastity cage uncasing his cock, a gift from their first meeting over a month ago. 

It’s beautiful really, watching the tall, toned, and tattooed man grazing his large hand over the dress. 

“Can I help you put it on?” Vivian asks.

Noah starts to shake his ‘yes’ and then stops himself, “Yes, Miss V, please help me put it on.” Noah’s voice pitches higher with excitement. 

“Of course, dear.” She grabs a pair of lace panties from her bag. “Put on these while I ready your dress and gather your heels.” Noah swiftly discards his sweats and pulls on the lace panties that fit him perfectly. 

He shouldn’t be surprised that Vivian could size him correctly as she took extensive measurements during their first consultation. The self-proclaimed perfectionist does not overlook her care and attention to detail.  

Noah steps into the dress and sucks in a shaky breath. Vivian comes behind him to zip up the dress, admiring the ink that shows from the open back of the dress. 

“Turn around,” Vivian instructs her voice firm, despite the tenderness she feels in this delicate moment. He obeys quickly, almost stumbling over his long limbs. 

“Sit down on the edge of the bed.” Noah’s brows furrow slightly as the dress presses against his thick thighs when he sits down. It’s a little uncomfortable, forcing his legs to press together. 

Vivian can’t help but glance at his thighs, where the dress hitched higher, as she makes her way back to Noah with a pair of strappy heels in her hand. 

“Now I’m not one to kneel,” she starts, lowering herself to the ground in front of Noah. “But for a pretty thing like you, I would.” Vivian slides the heel onto his tattoo foot and fastens it around his delicate ankle and when she looks up, she finds the prettiest shade of warm pink flushing Noah’s cheeks. “I see you painted your toes, does anyone else know?” she asks fastening the other heel. 

“No, Miss V,” Noah’s voice starts to waver. “No one knows.” 

“What if we showed someone? What do you think about that? Just a picture…hmm?” Don't get carried away Viv, you know blackmail is a soft limit and you can understand why.

Her hands pause at his ankles, waiting with bated breath for his response.

“I’m not ready… I’m sorry.” Vivian can see a trace of fear in his brown eyes. 

“That’s ok darling,” she says softly, rising slowly to stand, she tilts his chin up to meet her gaze. “It’ll be something special for us then.” Noah smiles back at her and her heart flutters. He’s so soft and beautiful. She takes a step back and admires her work. 

Noah sits up straighter on the edge of the bed and crosses his legs at his ankles. The heels fit his feet perfectly and his tattoos are on full display. His leg muscles tense as her gaze wanders higher. Nervously, Noah starts to pick at his cuticles. Her small hand stills the anxious habit. Vivian glances a little too long at his large hands under hers, her small wrist against the length of his fingers. 

“Norah, look at me sweet girl,” Miss Vivian coos, caressing his jaw with her free hand. A pink blush warms the freckles scattered on his cheeks. He sighs deeply when his eyes meet hers, leaning into her touch. “Good girl, another deep breath for me.” He takes another shaky breath, the new nickname setting loose a thousand butterflies in his tummy. “That’s it,” Vivian smiles. “Shall we continue?” 

“Yes, Miss V,” Noah’s voice is stronger now, confident. 

“Stand up, l want you to see how pretty you look in your dress and heels.” Fingers entwined; Vivian leads Noah to the full-length mirror on the other side of the room. He stumbles a few times, reaching out to her for extra support. She swallows down the laughter threatened to spill from her throat as the baby gazelle straightens his wobbly legs and smooths down the dress. 

“You are doing so well,” she beams. “Just a few more steps.” Vivian offers her arm to him for support, but he refuses – strutting the rest of the way into the frame. Noah oozes confidence, bright eyes, and a dazzling smile when he looks himself over in the mirror. The dress does wonders for his shapely body, cinching at the waist yet hugging the thickest part of his toned thighs. 

“Spin slowly for me, Norah,” she instructs. Vivian watches as Noah hesitates for a breath before turning cautiously in the heels. Her jaw drops when her eyes scan over Noah’s back, “Stop,” she blurts out, yet Noah complies threading his fingers together comfortably at the small of his lower back and bowing his head slightly, he slips into submission. 

The roses on his hips are red and he has had more coloring added to his tattoo. Noah shifts on his feet, tearing Vivian from her daze. “Keep going,” she clears her throat, trying to keep her cool. “How do you feel?”

“I feel amazing, Miss Vivian,” his voice pitches higher as a blush heats his cheeks. “The dress is so soft, and it makes me feel incredible. I… I didn’t know I could look this good,” he confesses, his cheeks burning crimson, yet his gaze remains transfixed on himself in the mirror.

“Can you be a good girl for me and get on your knees?” Noah drops to his knees, instantly. He still somehow towers over Vivian when she comes to his side.  “That’s it, it’s where you belong.” Her voice turns cold, her long fingers gripping his chin to force his gaze upward. “Open your mouth,” she commands. 

Noah complies eagerly even sticking out his tongue for her, his big brown eyes starting to dilate. Vivian nudges the silicone dildo closer. “You’re a little cockslut aren’t you?” she huffs a laugh, sliding the toy closer. Saliva drips from his tongue to the floor with every shake of his head. 

“Please Miss V,” Noah whimpers. 

“Begging for my cock already? Such a pathetic needy sissy,” she pats his cheek then lets the dildo rest on his tongue. He whines when she yanks it from his mouth suctioning the toy to the mirror. “Watch yourself suck this cock and don’t stop until I tell you.” Noah approaches the toy warily and, in the mirror, Vivian positions herself to tower over the kneeling man. “Begin,” she commands, setting her jaw and resting her hands on her hips. Noah starts to lick and suck at the cock. Impatient, Vivian crosses her arms and starts tapping her foot. The click-clack of her heels makes Noah’s gaze shoot up.

“Do you want me to come over there and show you how it’s done?” She raises a threatening brow to him in the mirror. He quickly hollows his cheeks and sucks down the toy. Pathetic. Vivian stalks over to the man on the floor and cards her fingers into his short brown hair, gripping the root. “Pathetic,” she sneers, forcing him to take more until he gags. She stops immediately, loosening her hold on his head but not letting go completely. “Suck.” And he does, with a fervor she’s never seen before. Saliva dribbles from his mouth and he fists the rest he can’t swallow down. 

“That’s my good girl,” she coos, stepping back to take in the sight before her. Noah starts to moan, and his long lashes flutter and his rhythm starts to falter. He groans softly, and that’s when she notices the damp spot on the fabric. Vivian grips Noah by the hair once again and pulls him off the dildo. “Get up,” she bites out. 

Noah stands with shaky legs, eyes cast to the ground. “What did you do?” Vivian asks her voice firm but not mean.

“I… I came without permission,” he whispers. 

“Say it again.”

“I came without permission, mistress,” his voice wavers but his eyes finally meet hers, sad and pleading. 

“You came without permission,” she echoes. “Bend over the bed. Now.” Vivian points at the bed, eyes still fixed on him. Noah shuffles and stumbles to the bed, trying to keep his composure. He sucks in a breath when she hikes up the dress around his hips exposing his lace panties. 

He flinches when Vivian rubs the leather paddle over his ass, “Count out loud or I start over.” 

“Y-yes Miss V,” his voice starts to shake again. “I understand.”

“Bad” slap! Noah’s body lurches forward slightly. “One!” he grunts.

“Girls” slap! “Two!” his pathetic whimper cracks his voice. Vivian glances down to see his legs starting to shake.

“Get” smack! She strikes Noah’s other ass cheek with the same intensity. “Three!” 

“Punished!” smack! “Four!” Noah hiccup sobs when Vivian rubs the puddle over this reddening ass. “I can’t wait to see if there is a lace imprint on your beautiful ass. Why don’t we see, hm? She taunts, turning from the quivering man on the bed to put away the paddle. She rummages around the bag for her harness and tosses it onto the bed right in front of him.

Without warning, she steps behind Noah and rips the panties down to his ankles where she quickly unfastens the heels from his ankles. “Stand up,” she commands, void of emotion. Noah hastily kicks off the heels and panties. He doesn't rise tall and confident, now his head hangs low and his shoulders hunch. She balls up the soiled panties and throws them on the bed before picking up the harness. “You know I could have given you the most intense orgasm of your life for your special day,” Vivian says as she slips on the harness around Noah’s hips, resting just above his cock cage. “But you had to go and ruin it.” She huffs in disappointment, gripping his wrist to turn him around. “Open up.” Noah reluctantly opens his mouth wide, and Vivian shoves the panties in. “I could have used that pretty mouth of yours for so much more.” Noah’s cheeks redden even more, and his eyes turn misty. “Awh, is the pretty girl going to cry? Good.” 

Vivian turns and stalks over to the mirror yanking the dildo off the reflective surface. Making her way to her bag for a blindfold she pays no mind to the man in the room. After attaching the dildo to the harness, Vivian slaps on her favorite cuffs around Noah’s surprisingly delicate wrists. Noah’s chest starts to heave, his breathing quickens- but he doesn’t use their gestural safeword, and doesn’t flip her off either. 

“Are you ok, sweet Noah?” her question true and full of concern as she wipes the tears from his cheeks. He nods with a muffled “uh huh” and gives her a thumbs up and she can’t help but laugh a little. She takes a deep breath to center herself and notices Noah doing the same. 

Vivian doesn’t stop herself from resting her hands on his chest as he takes in another deep breath, intently listening to the way he breathes and, on the exhale-

She pushes him back onto the bed, his eyes go wide yet a small chuckle tumbles from his gagged mouth. Leaning over Noah, she slides the blindfold over his eyes, “You don’t get to see me come undone.” She smirks, giving his cheek a slap. 

Vivian takes inventory of the scene before her, Noah on his back with his legs dangling over the bed, eyes covered, mouth gagged, and wrists bound. His breathing has steadied, and his cock remains soft in its cage. If she’s being honest, she is very impressed with how Noah is handling the scene. Without another thought, she disrobes her lower half before padding over to the table once again to her bag for lubricant. 

After coating the silicone cock in a water-based lube, Vivian straddles Noah’s hips careful not to touch any part of him. His punishment is to be deprived, touch included. 

Vivian takes her time, letting her walls adjust to the thick fake cock. Unabashed, she lets out a wanton groan deep from her throat when she takes it to the hilt before bouncing up and down pressure building in her core. Noah’s muffled whimpers fuel her desire as she rides the cock. 

“This could be you coming undone,” Vivian moans, sinking down on the silicone dildo strapped around Noah’s hips. She’s close to the edge and reluctantly stops herself. “But you broke the rules!” She accents each word rocking back onto the dildo and sliding her hand between her thighs. Her breath hitches when she circles her clit with her fingers. Throwing back her head in ecstasy, her rhythm falters when the flood gates of pleasure release and she squirts all over Noah.  

“Fuck,” she groans low in her throat When she pulls herself Off the silicone dildo. Just then her phone starts buzzing, alarm ringing, “Ha, just in time,” Vivian sneers as she cleans herself with a hotel towel. She redresses and unbinds Noah's wrists and pulls the soiled panties now soaked in saliva from his mouth and removes the blindfold. His cheeks are red and his lips raw, yet his eyes light up when he sees her. 

“Nicholas wanted me to tell you, Happy Birthday,” she whispers in his ear. His cheeks flame deep crimson, and his mouth gaps open at the revelation. “Hurry up and get dressed, I’m sure he has something else planned for your birthday.” Vivian helps Noah up from the bed and then busies herself with cleaning up as he dresses. 

“Thank you, Miss Vivian,” Noah says softly. 

“Happy birthday,” she winks at him and then stops at the door to add, “Remember good girls who follow the rules get to come. See you next month Noah.” 

Shutting the door behind her she reflects on the first phone call she received from Noah and how nervous and full of shame he was. Now - months later- she is wrapped up between him and his boyfriend as a mentor of sorts as they traverse through their own kinky dynamic.

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