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🔞MDNI 🔞 Past this point

You and Sir Knight have talked with each other here and there, although neither of you had really sat down and had an actual one-on-one conversation with each other, mainly due to the fact that Nick was absolutely obsessed over you and everything about you.

He had, on multiple occasions, begged, pleaded, asked, and even demanded that you stay and live with him. Even though you liked his company, you also liked the idea of having your own room, even if the two of you were living together. And well, not all of the hotel rooms seemed habitable except the main four. And.. being stuck with him in a single room would drive you nuts. But he never really did understand the concept of any kind of personal space.

But every time you would tell him that you were going to come over, when you did eventually get there, he’d get all jealous and angry if he ever caught Sir Knight talking with you. That’s why after another one of your visits with Nick, you had carefully made it back into the hotel room and correlated with Sir Knight about scheduling a time to come and talk with each other without Nick’s knowledge.

Tonight, it was around midnight. You decided that meeting during the nighttime was better instead of the daytime so that Nick likely would be in his room and not walking around the hotel and more alert. You had a messed up sleep schedule anyways, so it didn’t really matter. Carefully opening the front door to the hotel, you made sure to be extra quiet so as not to cause any unwanted noise that may alert Nick. You knew that Nick didn’t sleep, but you figured that he’d be inside of his room for the majority of the night, and less alert.

Slowly opening the door of Sir Knight’s room labeled 004, you walk inside and slowly and carefully close the door. “Knight?” You whisper, looking around. You whisper his name again, but only a little bit louder, before you start to see a mist of thick purple smoke, followed by armor organizing itself and starting to take shape. Then, there in front of you, you see Sir Knight.

“Greetings, Y/N.” He says softly.

You didn’t exactly know what the relationship between you and Sir Knight was. When you had first met him, he seemed uninterested, and rather annoyed with you, calling you a vermin and a heretic. But after pulling out a sword, he started worshipping you and bowing down on one knee for you, calling you ‘Master‘ whenever you would visit or talk with him, or even when he would just see you in the hallway. Now, he thinks that you're his Master.

Your mind goes back to the reality at hand, and why you had come here so late in the first place. Yet with how loud he was talking, Nick would definitely be able to hear you if you two weren’t careful..

“Shh!” You say frantically, scared that Nick will hear you two talking.

“Right, I suppose that we don’t want him coming over here and causing a scene.” He replies, his tone quieter.

The last thing that either of you wanted was for him to come barging in here like a wild animal, threatening Sir Knight for even being in the same room as you. Or that he had you in his room, for that matter.

“So, um.. I don’t exactly know how your relationship is with Nick, but.. he said that you make palmiers..? You ask.

“But of course, Master. Any knight has many skills besides just war and sword-fighting. I also bake on occasion.” Sir Knight voices pridefully.

A knight that’s into baking… You can’t exactly say that you expected him to be into baking, but.. When you start to think about it, it does start to make sense. All knights had to have some other sort of hobby, especially during those times. So baking isn’t necessarily out of the question. Some knights were also blacksmiths and armorers during those ages.

“But.. aren’t palmiers.. A French pastry? If you’re a knight, then… Are you from France?”

“No.” He says bluntly. “I just like baking them. His tone then goes back to his cheerful one. “But I could always bake some for you if you’d like, Master.” He gleamed.

“Well, I definitely wouldn’t mi-” You were about to say, before being interrupted by Sir Knight’s door barging open. The two of you both turn your head towards the door, only to see Nick with an annoyed expression.

“Who are you t–” Nick says, before pausing and looking over at you.

“S-Superstar…? Wh-What are.. You doing here.. with him…?” He asks, confused and upset. Nick then looks over at Sir Knight, before a loud growl escapes his throat.

“You.” He snarls, lunging towards him with his axe.

You just stand there, not knowing what to do. You know that the situation is getting tense, but how exactly were you supposed to stop a guy with an axe in his hand?

Nick’s axe swings down directly across Sir Knight’s armor with a clunk. His armor was made of scrap, after all. So it wasn’t any surprise that the metal axe was chipping it to pieces. Sir Knight lets out an offended gasp.

“My armor!! How dare y–” He yells.

“FUCK YOU AND FUCK YOUR ARMOR.” Nick snarls, hitting him again with another swing of his axe. Beneath his armor, you can see a thick purple fog seeping out.

You panic, grabbing Nick’s waist and wrapping your arms around him in a hug from behind.

“Nick, stop!!” You yell, trying to hold him back.

“HOW DARE YOU TRY TO TALK TO MY SUPERSTAR, ESPECIALLY ALL SECRETIVE LIKE THIS!” He screams, lifting his axe again. His anger is mixed with maniacal laughter and heavy breathing.

“NICK!!” You yell again.

Nick pauses, his axe still in mid-air. He turns around, looking behind him to meet your gaze.

“It wasn’t his fault, I-I was the one who asked to meet up with him.” You say, before walking in between Nick and Sir Knight.

“What…? B-But Superstar, why…?” Nick asks you. “Why..why..why?! Why would you want to come here without telling me..? And.. talk to him..?” He asks you.

“Maybe because my Master wants nothing to do with the likes of you.” Sir Knight answers.

Nick turns his head, glaring bullets at Sir Knight.

“You. You probably coaxed her into this, didn’t you?!” He roars.

But before Nick can raise his axe again and swing at Sir Knight’s armor, Sir Knight disappears into a purple fog, before being gone into thin air. Nick breathes heavily, before looking back over at you.

“There, ahah.. He’s finally gone. Now… It’s just me and you, my Superstar.” He says, although there’s an edge to his voice.

Nick then puts his axe away into his backpack, before grabbing you and happily carrying you over into his room, closing the door behind him.

“There, now that you’re back with me, where you belong… you can show me all your stories that you're working on! The ones you haven’t posted yet and only I get to see…” He says excitedly, holding your hand.

You pull your hand back, pushing him away. “No! You’ve ruined everything, Nick! All I was trying to do was have a conversation with him without you getting in the way! You’re the absolute worst!” You yell in a fit of anger. But as you see his expression, you start to feel guilty. Tears start forming in his eye, sniffling.

“S-Superstar, you.. You don’t actually.. M-mean that, do you…? I-I’m sorry, just.. The thought of you talking with anyone else, it.. It drives me.. CRAZY.” He says through cries.

“I don’t want.. My Superstar… to be mad at me…”

You let out a soft sigh, before walking over to him and giving him a hug. He looks down at you, sniffling.

“I’m not mad at you, Nick.. I just think that you overreact to certain things. Me and Sir Knight were just trying to have a conversation. You didn’t need to yell and attack him like that.” You say, rubbing his back soothingly.

“I..I’m sorry, Superstar. Please…. Let me make it up to you. I’ll do anything.” he begs, holding your hand tighter

You think about some ideas on how he could make this up to you. He had always been so obsessive over you that it was actually starting to drive you nuts. He needed to learn not to always swing his axe and yell at other people when you wanted to talk with them. And the only way you would be able to do that is by taking away his favorite things that you did for him.

“Well first off, I’m not going to update my blog or share any of my writings with you for a few days.” You say, knowing that would affect him.

Nick’s eyes widened, before immediately sinking down to his knees in front of you.

“N-No, please! Superstar! I-I love your writings m-more than anything! P-Please don’t stop writing for me..Please–”

“And I’ll have to punish you for acting out like that and attacking Sir Knight.” You continue. Nick pauses.

“Wha–” He says, staring at you in surprise.

Without even letting him being able to comprehend what all you were about to do, you order him to get over on the bed. He complied, making his way over to the bed and laying down. You then grab some heavy-weighted chains with giant cuffs of them, originally used for military tanks and explosive machinery. You clamp one side of the chains onto the bedframe, before clamping the other side of the chains to Nick’s arms, positioning them over his head, before wrapping the chains around his arms and tying them in a tight knot. You then grab two more sets of chains, clamping one of the sides to the end of the bedframe, before using the other ends to restrain his legs, wrapping the extra chain length over his legs and thighs, making a giant knot in the chains.

Nick looks over at you with uneasiness. “S-Superstar, what do you plan on doing..?” He asks. “Why a-are you.. tying me up..?” He says, his voice shaky. Normally, he would be excited for something like this. But seeing as to how mad you were with him, and you tying him down with heavy weighted chains, he couldn’t help but feel the anxiety rising in his chest.

You scoot down, straddling his thighs, before starting to unbutton his jeans and pulling his underwear down. Nick gasps, his eyes fixated on you. Once you start slowly stroking his cock, he leans his head back, letting out a moan that fades into a whine.

"Superstar..."He whines, his thighs and arms restraining against the chains. "P-Please, Superstar.." He gasps.

"S-Superstar..." His breath hitches. "Please, go faster Superstar.." he begs, still restraining against the chains.

You increase your pace, watching as he quivers and hitches his breath. He's still struggling to free himself, although the weighted chains hold him down. You keep a firm grip on his cock, using your thumb to rub against the tip of his cock. Spitting down on his cock for lubricant, you increase your pace even more, feeling him twitch and pulse in your hand.

"Oh, Superstar... That feels amazing.. P-Please, don't stop..." He moans, his arms above his head still desperately pulling and shaking the chains that kept him restrained.

And with that, you release a hold on his cock. You were surprised to see it standing straight up already. Nick lets out a shuddering breath, raising his head and looking down at you. He gives you a pleading look. You can tell that he's irritated, but without any way of getting out of this heavy weighted cuffs, he's stuck where he is.

"No, no..Superstar, please..PLEASE don't stop.." He begs, bucking his hips up to try and make some friction, but letting out a whine when all he feels is the air. "P-Please, keep doing that.. stroking me like that.. It feels incredible. Please... I'll do w-whatever you want, I'll behave, I'll do better for you, be better for you... I'll try not to yell or axe those you talk with you..." he promises.

You use a finger to go along the length of his cock, causing him to shiver. You continue to tease him, using the tip of your finger to tease the tip of his cock. He lets out a whine, desperately resisting and fighting against the restraints.

"S-Superstar, please.. I-I don't think I can handle anymore of this t-teasing..." he begs.

You let out a smirk, using your hand to slowly start stroking him again at a moderate pace. Nick bites his lip, letting out a moan. "Yes.. Yes, please Superstar.. That feels amazing.." he says, bucking his hips up to cause more friction. "Oh, fuck... I'll be good for you, I'll behave.. I promise. I promise, Superstar... Just for you.." he moans.

As you increase your pace, his moans get louder and quicker. His breathing is heavy and a few maniacal laugh escape him, but they are weaker than his usual laughs that you hear. Nick's eyes are drunk with lust, seemingly lost on Cloud Nine right now. He's just desperately bucking his hips, trying to get himself even closer to the edge.

"G-Gonna cum, Superstar.. G-Gonna..." He says, his breaths getting quicker and more heavier. But right as he was on the edge you release his cock from your grip. He lets out a groan, his thighs violently quivering and shaking. "P-PLEASE SUPERSTAR, YOU'RE SO CRUEL..! P-PLEASE, I CAN"T TAKE THIS! I'LL DO WHATEVER YOU WANT, JUST MAKE ME CUM, PLEASE!!" He begs, tears forming in his eyes again. "Please, PLEASE MAKE ME CUM, PLEASE!!"

"Well, I suppose I could... That is, if you're fine with me not updating my blogs as much, or not showing you any of my unfinished writings for a while..." You tease.

Nick lets out a whine, obviously not wanting to be tortured like this, but he also wanted to keep reading your blogs and getting to read your unfinished stories before you posted them. It's what kept him living. You were his entire life, after all. Not being able to have your blogs or writings would mentally break him. He's rather experience the worst torture in the world then have to go through that. And what made it better was that you were the one who was torturing him. He lets out a defeated whine, his legs shifting and moving against the weighted chains.

"And maybe I could just stop visiting you in this hotel..." You add. That caused him to lose it.

"No, No, NO! D-Don't leave, Superstar, please! PLEASE don't leave! I'll let you torture me all you want as punishment, just keep visiting me and talking with me, keep updating your blogs and sharing your writings with me, please! Please, I'll survive any torture as long as I get to see you and read your works!" He pleads.

You smirk, watching as he pleads for you to stay with him. You continue to tease him, going back to stroking him at an agonizingly slow pace. "You know, now that I think about it, I know someone that I really like, that I've thought about talking to and going on a date with..." You teased.

Nick is absolutely losing his mind, thinking of you talking to anyone else besides him and anyone else dating you. He couldn't take it. "NO, N-No! Superstar, please! PLEASE stay with me!" He begs. He continues to write and buck his hips for any sort of friction. After a few moments, he lets out a strangled moan from his dry orgasm, feeling the ecstasy and the intense sensation of an orgasm without actually cumming.

"OH, YOU'RE SO CRUEL, SUPERSTAR! S-SO CRUEL...." He screams as he feels his orgasm hitting him, but still not able to actually cum.

You let out a devilish smirk, before drooling on his cock, using it as a lubricant before you start stroking him again at a rapid pace. He didn't even have time to recover from his recent orgasm. His moans were loud and strangled, his legs and arms continuing to struggle and fight against the chains, yet still not being able to get out of the restraints. His moans turned into more desperate whines as you continued to stroke him, him already feeling another orgasm hitting him. But this time, he was actually able to cum, feeling the relief of ejaculation and emptying himself. Nick lets out a loud whimper, his legs violently shaking from the intensity of his orgasm.

But even as he cums again, you don't stop, keeping the rapid stroking pace. At this point, his tongue was sticking out, completely overstimulated from all the sensations and the orgasms that he was feeling. He looked so cute like this, so desperate. So horny for your touch. His mind went completely blank, only being able to feel the intense pleasure as you continued to torture him.

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