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Red

Summary— Red is an underground dealer with her right hand man, Stealth (Lando), and they get into some trouble needing a new getaway driver. One kid had decided to hack Stealth’s system and he never mentioned it but decided now was the time to give the poor boy a chance. Sly (Oscar), joins the underground group and quickly finds his ground, but when he fucks up: he gets punished by Red.

Warnings— SMUT ; dom/sub dynamic ; dom!female reader ; sub!drivers ; bdsm ; overstimulation (m!recieving) ; ruined orgasms ; voyeurism ; safe words mentioned but not used

A/N— Charles and Carlos are mentioned (you’ll know where) they’ll be more prominent later on I’m sure.

Series Masterlist ; Main Masterlist

They all knew who Red was. She was the unspoken leader of deals. However no one knew it was a she until Red showed up and kicked ass if needed. Things escalated quickly when a deal went sour and her getaway driver had crashed. She got off Scot free, crying her way out with pretty privilege and claiming that she was kidnapped.

When she got back to the warehouse she was absolutely pissed. She stormed in and threw shit around and yelled at the boys for fucking it all up. They had gotten caught because one driver went the wrong route causing a confusion in her car and yelling.

“We’ll find a new driver Red quit your yelling.” Fucking Stealth. She hated him with love. He always did the underground work on the computers and was absolutely vital. He was her first partner in crime, still technically is. Stealth and Red. The ultimate power duo.

“If you don’t find me a new driver it’s your blood on my floor Stealth.” She growled at him. He laughed in her face. She fucking hated him with a passion. The power advantage got to his head for sure. “You have 24 hours, or you’re my bitch.” She whispered. He kissed her and she walked off.

Stealth knew better than to argue time with her. Besides he had a driver in line. Boys would fucking beg and beg. Somehow one hacked into Stealth’s system and sent him a private message—which he kept for times like now. He hacked back and sent a meeting time, while also doing background checks and clearing the boys name- Oscar Piastri.

2 am. The world stops for everyone. Not them. Never them. 2 am is working time. Stealth had driven her to an old abandoned track and she complained and moaned until she saw an older rickety ass car parked in the back corner.

“That’s your new driver.” Stealth said. “Background checked and everything babe.” She huffed and got out the car. She walked with purpose to this new driver and he stepped out. He looked like a fucking college kid.

“You’re my new driver?” She scoffed and turned to Stealth still sitting in her car. “Stealth he looks like a fucking teenager. This isn’t going to work.” The new kid didn’t say anything just looked to Stealth with her.

“You haven’t even seen him drive.” Stealth said. “Hey kid, test run.” Stealth tossed the keys off to the quiet newcomer and she rolled her eyes, leaning on the shitbox he had brought. It creaked and she dusted her leggings off.

“He wrecks my Porsche-“

“It’s my blood on your floor, I know babe.” Stealth said. He kissed her temple and they watched as the new kid explored her car. It was not a getaway car by any means, but it was a car and he needed to prove himself.

The kid drove like a controlled maniac, drifting corners very nicely and shifting the gears smoothly. He still hadn’t said a single word. He weaved cones and she nodded slightly. “He gets one opportunity this week, he bottles it- you’re paying the price.”

Stealth smiled, he knew what she meant. The kid got out and respectfully placed the keys back into Stealth’s hand. “I’m Stealth.” He said finally. No handshake, barely any formalities just ‘I’m Stealth’

“One opportunity.” Red said. The kid nodded and looked like he was thinking. “What’s your name?” She hoped she could crack this college kid here and now. No fun stuff, maybe, but a quick reprimand of ‘no legal names idiotic fuck’ thrown about.

“Your pick.” The kid said. This fucker. He hasn’t said a word and these are the two he picks? She rolls her eyes and walks to her Porsche.

“We’ll call you new kid for now, but Red is usually good at street names.” Stealth explained. “Warehouse, back of the corner near 4th.” The kid nodded and they went to their cars.

Red stayed quiet, she was thinking. Stealth knew that. He just invited a new kid to their warehouse and she sees dead meat. They get to the warehouse and direct the kids shitbox into the large garage. “Keys.” Red said blandly to the kid. He handed them over with no hesitation.

She smirked the tiniest bit and looked to stealth. “Easy one huh?” He licked his lips and took the keys, pocketing them. “We still have some work to do with you, hope you aren’t tired.” The kid nodded and followed behind Stealth. Red behind both of them, making sure no moves were made.

The warehouse was quiet but inhabited. A small mattress lay in the corner of a small room. Stealth said that’s where he’d sleep for the time being. “Stealth says you hacked his programs, why?” Red was straight to the point. The kid whipped his head back to catch her eye and shrugged.

“Worth a shot.” He was soft spoken, no emotions able to be detected. He was a sly fucker she thought. Stealth toured him around the warehouse catching stray eyes as they did so. A younger boy jumped from a hall and Stealth flinched a bit, so did Red. The kid stayed still, even smiled a bit at the teens antics.

“Sly.” Red said. “That’s your name.” Stealth shook his head and cursed under his breath. There was a guy they named Sly and, well, he turned out to be everything but.

“Sly jr. Babe.” Stealth corrected. “Let’s hope you’re actually true to that name.” The tour ended back at the small room he would be housed in and Red admired the kids features.

“Any questions pretty boy?” She teased, she liked having her fun with newcomers. He shook his head and his cheeks tinged. “Well, hope you don’t mind the noise.” She said and walked off. Stealth sighed and looked to the new kid.

“She likes to torture me next door, don’t worry about it.” He joked. It wasn’t literally torture, just a bit of BDSM. The kid said nothing and retreated to his room, catching some sleep before the ultimately put him to the test.

It was a calm night, the wind blowing gently on the metal walls surrounding them. Red couldn’t shake the odd feeling of Sly, he seemed a bit distant. He was quiet, closed off, no emotions to be seen. “What’s going on in that head of yours mama?” Stealth broke her thoughts and she sat up.

She was in spandex and a sports bra, her usual resting wear. Sleep was a strong word, she barely got any of that. “He’s devoid of anything Lan.” She whispered. Stealth was tossing a tennis ball around, banging against the walls loudly. Sly was next door but he couldn’t hear her unless he really wanted to.

“Maybe he’s broken.” Stealth had met a lot of people, not like Sly, but close to it. “Broken people don’t have emotion or feel like they don’t even have purpose.” He was right. She hated he was right.

“You seriously think he’ll do good?” She asked. “I don’t think I could handle no emotions if I have to punish him.” She scrunched her face in disdain at the thought of it.

“He seems like a whiner, you’ll be just fine babe.” Stealth said, finally taking his spot on their huge, unnecessary bed. Just his tight boxers outlining his hips and upper thighs as he crawled next to her and she cuddled into him. Safe and sane. For now.

The next mission went smoothly, until Sly took an unmapped turn and she fucking lost it. “What the fuck are you doing?” She yelled. “This is unmapped territory, are you a fucking idiot?” The kid kept driving the car at an insane speed. She kept yelling about how he was going to regret his decision the second they got back to the warehouse.

Regret his decision he did. “Red, baby, calm down.” Stealth had to hold her arm as to not lunge at the kids face. “Look at me!” He shouted. The entire warehouse went silent at the echoed words. “Did you make it back safe?” His voice evening out.

“Not the fucking point, we never mapped that area and there could’ve been fucking Feds!” She yelled at him. She was on an adrenaline high still. “That almost went south Stealth.”

“It didn’t.” Sly spoke up. Bad decision. She glared at him. Mapping his body and how she was going to rip him to shreds later. Stealth gave him a ‘you don’t want to do that’ look and he backed off.

“We’ll do more mapping, maybe he just found a new area for getaways, babe look at me.” Stealth said. “We’re both here and we’re both fine.” He cupped her face and she hated the vulnerability he left her with.

“I want to see his blood on my floor tonight.” She grit through her teeth. “Someone take him to The Room.” Stealth tightened his grip and gave her a look.

“Are you positive you want to do that?” Stealth questioned. “He made a mistake, yes, but it left everyone unharmed and uncaught.” He pointed out.

“He put us in danger Lando, I have to show him he can’t do that.” She whispered. Not everyone knew his real name, and she rarely said it, but she needed this point to be seen.

Two guys walked Sly to The Room and shoved him in, locking it behind him. He looked around and with no emotion, admired the tools she had. It was a fucking sex dungeon and all he could think about was hot she would be making him take orders.

Stealth got her to calm down enough and rationalize what she wanted to do with him versus what she will do. Lando had a camera system and watched as she entered the room and Sly turned to her. If you squint you could see the bulge in his pants. This will be a fun show.

“Kneel.” She said cold, crossing her arms as he looked to her. The tall man listened and kneeled in front of her. She smirked. “Good boy, now, care to tell me why you think you’re in this room?” The boy of a few words looked around and his breath hitched. His pants tightened and he stuttered at first.

“I drove unmapped territory and threatened the lives of your people.” Oh she was going to enjoy this. “A-and you.” He added. She walked not even a foot away and grabbed his hair, pulling his head back. He moaned surprisingly. She can see emotions now. His walls crumbling under her dominance.

“That’s correct.” She confirmed. “Do you understand why I am so mad?” She asked with a mocking face. His bottom lip quivered as she tightened the hold in his rather fluffy hair.

“Y-yes, ma’am.” He answered. That was new. Lando cringed from the camera room and she slightly cringed herself. Some of the other guys would say ‘master’ or just the answer with nothing else. Lando would call her ‘baby’ or ‘mamas’ but he was closer to her.

“No more of that.” She instructed. “You can refer to me as master for now.” She wouldn’t mind having him called her ‘mamas’ she felt it would roll off his tongue like silk. “Hands behind your back and only boxers.” It wasn’t a question, it was a command.

He obeyed and undressed to just his boxers. She watched his movements, watching him throw his clothes haphazardly next to himself. She tutted and pointed to the wrinkled clothes.

“Fold them like a good boy would.” She said with a mocking nod. He was turned on. If his bulge wasn’t enough, the tinged cheeks were giving it away. He liked being humiliated. He folded the clothes with a slight shake in his bands and placed them neatly at her feet.

“Sorry, mam- master.” Oh. He nearly slipped. Stealth laughed from his room. His laughter echoing to her and she smirked. “Sorry, I’m sorry.” He was frantic now, he almost called her mamas unironically.

“Is there something else you’d like to refer to me as?” She questioned. His hands fidgeted behind his back as he avoided eye contact. Although she could still see the tears slightly forming on his waterline.

He shook his head at her and finally looked up at her, the tears building. He was enjoying being humiliated and she enjoyed humiliating him. She smirked and sat in a chair across the room. She wasn’t going to do anything physical to him. No pain, no real suffering. Just mind games.

She patted her thigh and he went to stand up. “Ah- crawl next to me.” She said. His breath hitched and he listened to her command. The other boys were fucking brats and never listened. Sly positioned himself next to her thigh and she grabbed his head, leaning it on her thigh.

He looked up at her satisfied expression and his cock twitched in his underwear. She stroked his hair and he let out tiny noises of contentment. Small sighs or whines. She looked to the camera directly and mouthed ‘I’m keeping this one’ to Stealth.

“Does it hurt pretty boy?” She asked referencing his cock. He looked down and his cheeks flushed deeper. He closed his eyes, he hadn’t noticed how hard he was. “I won’t take care of it tonight and neither will you, but it looks painful.”

He whined and she nearly crumpled to a ball. That was hot and Stealth was definitely going to deal with a horny girl tonight. “Yes, master, it hurts.” He admitted shamefully. They stayed how they were for a few minutes before she got up and ushered him back to his clothes.

“You did a good job, now I want you to get dressed and not touch yourself at all. It’ll have to go away on its own.” He nodded his head and looked up at her. She expected verbal confirmation.

“Yes master, I’ll be a good boy.” He said small, soft, quiet, pathetic. She left the room and went immediately to Stealth.

“Fuck, I almost came like 4 times.” She admitted. She crawled in his lap and kissed him, he was hard too. Watching her dominate other men just did something to him. Voyeurism or whatever, she just looked hot doing it.

He made quick work with his jeans and she took off her pants as he did so. She climbed back on top of him, his dick slipping snugly inside her tight walls. The synced moans was enough to ward off anyone near the door. “You’re so hot, I could watch that all day.” He panted in her mouth.

“You can say I told you so now.” She moaned breathlessly. He chuckled and she started riding him. The slow, languid rocks enough for both of them. “Why don’t you ever whine for me baby?” She groaned.

He gave her a particularly hard thrust and groaned after, the effect resonating through them. “I’m not your little play toy.” He shot back. He fucked her with vigor and determination. The hard slapping noises were obscene.

She came with a squeal and he moved her erratically to chase his own high. He came after with a low grunt and stilled her on top of him. “Fuck, I love you.” She said and kissed him with purpose.

“I know, now go clean up we have a mission in an hour.” He smacked her ass and she got off him. She pulled her pants up and headed to their bathroom for a shower.

What she wasn’t expecting was Sly to be at her door, sitting patiently for her or Stealth or someone. “May I help you?” She asked with attitude. She thought she fixed this, why was he here? He looked up and then stood, towering her a bit but she wasn’t intimidated.

“Um- I-“ He came for a reason but can’t explain it somehow. “Can i- well I wanted to-“ She had enough of his stuttering and went into her room, shutting the door behind her with a small click of the lock. She knew what he wanted, the outline was clear and very noticeable.

She got in the shower and soon heard more talking, a bit muffled but she got the idea of it. “Mate, if she said you can’t- there is no bargaining.” Lando said. Not Stealth, no, his voice had that playful and teasing tone. “No harm in trying but I highly doubt she’ll change her decision.”

She heard a sigh from Sly and giggled to herself. He wanted to get off. She knew it had to hurt being that hard, and with a mission— he would have the men laughing if he bottled something because of it. She dried off quickly and dressed in the appropriate clothing while Stealth worked on computer things.

“He’s still there.” Stealth said. She smiled and he returned it. “You’re so mean, just let him get off by himself or something.” He said.

“What’s the fun in that?” She chuckled. She opened the door and saw him sitting in the same position, still fucking hard somehow. It’s been half an hour the fuck? “What’s the issue pretty boy?”

He went pink and stuttered again. “Please- I won’t be able to concentrate and do my best work if I’m this hard.” He practically whined. That’s the most he had ever spoken as well so win, win. Good manipulation tactic considering her eagerness in successful missions.

“Okay, I’ll let it slide, I did torture you before a back to back.” She said but there was definitely a catch. “If you do it on my bed and we watch.” There it is. It’s fucking insane— but who was he to deny himself after being hard for almost an hour with nothing to work with besides that?

He hesitated as she stepped to the side but ultimately entered the room and Stealth scoffed. “Desperate much?” He whispered. The kids cheeks tinged again and she smiled.

“Stealth don’t be rude, he just can’t concentrate, right pretty boy?” She said grazing his arm and squeezing his bicep— which was extremely muscular for a kid his age and size— and he tensed. “Well you can’t do it with these on huh?” She tugged his waist band.

He took them off and folded them, placing them on the edge of the bed— quick learner. He was a slight bit hesitant when he took off his underwear but folded them the same and placed them on top of the pants. A neat pile of clothes. He looked to her for confirmation on this insane idea and she nodded.

“Go ahead, middle of the bed and do what you need to do.” She urged. He listened, middle of the bed, hand gripping his cock- which she thought was beautiful by the way. Stealth stole a glance and nodded, impressed.

His dainty hand wrapped around himself and she watched intently on how his wrist moved, how every few passes of his hand he’d swipe his thumb over the slit. The small whine or buck of his hips as he got closer and closer. His noises were small, but heavenly. She hummed as the white spurts began seeping from his cock and it softened under his touch.

“Alright, now cleanup and get ready for the mission. Don’t need my pretty boy hindering in his performance.” She said tossing a damp rag his way. He finished up and got dressed walking back out their room. If you looked at him the right way, he looked a bit pissy.

“Let’s hope he doesn’t actually try to kill you now.” Stealth joked with a small laughter. She joined and planned out the smaller details for the mission.

It went well, although she noticed the small furrow of Sly’s eyebrows and the way he huffed breaths at her commands. They held more weight now, considering he had to ask to even get off. He parked the car and got out quickly. “Ah, ah, lose the attitude and try that again.” She said as if he was a child.

Another tiny huff as he got back in the car. He got out again and nicely shut the door. Giving her a ‘happy now’ expression. She tilted her head, a bit of confusion on her face. She looked to Stealth and he shook his head. This one needs more training.

“Don’t be a fucking brat, next time I won’t be so easy on you.” Her confidence returned at his attitude. He rolled his eyes and tossed the keys to Stealth. He slammed his room door like an upset teenager.

“Seems you got your hands full with a toddler babe.” Stealth joked. A few guys around chuckled and she scoffed at the comment.

“Yeah Red, he seems too hinged for you to play with.” Her friend added from the couch. Freight. He carried too much for only being one person so Freight was a fitting nickname for the Spaniard.

“I fear that you, my friend, are wrong.” She shot back. “He just needs a little breaking in.” She giggled and looked to Stealth. “Not tonight, maybe tomorrow, or the next day, maybe I’ll make him wait and beg.” Sly could 100% hear this conversation.

The next time he royally fucked up, it was on purpose and to have more time in The Room. She knew because of how he smiled while she yelled obscenities to him in the car before it dawned on her why he even took the uncharted route once again. Not to mention how he skidded the tires and made tire marks.

“Stealth, I’m going to fucking murder him.” She said with a heavy breath. “If you don’t get him in that fucking room waiting for me, I’m leaving for god knows how long.” Stealth knew better than to not listen when she was like this. Sly smirked his little ass off as Stealth lead him to The Room.

“Wipe that smirk of your face, she said she wouldn’t be nice this time and she fucking meant it.” Stealth reprimanded. Now, he didn’t participate in being the one to dominate, but he saw how mad she was and knew this kid would be sitting out next mission for fucking sure.

“Maybe I want her to do her worst.” The kid speaks up. Stealth takes a deep breath and commands Sly the way she would. The kid listened— to an extent.

“Fold the clothes and kneel, I won’t tell you again.” Stealth said again. The kid picked up his clothes and took his great fucking time to fold them and set them down again. “Underwear off too, I have a feeling she’s going to be extra mean today.” Stealth whispers as an afterthought.

He could see a flash of fear wash over the kids face as he leaves and locks the door behind him. He goes to his camera room and Red was watching the whole thing. “You should help me sometime, the guys would love you.” She mentioned, watching the boy kneeling and looking around the room.

“Oh I was getting pissed off.” Stealth laughed. “I would break and be too mean.” She nodded at that, she knew he had a way shorter temper than she ever did.

“Well, what should I do with him this time?” She huffed a breath out with her arms crossed. “Edge him? Too many orgasms? I can’t decide.”

“Well I fucking hate both so pick the poison?” Stealth answered with a smile. “Or make him get close and ruin it, that always straightens the guys up.” Stealth was an absolute menace. He was her menace but he also got the good side of things and not just punishments like the others.

“I’ll think about it on my way there.” By that she means the 5 steps down the hall. Well, until one of the other guys passed by looking on edge of losing his mind. “What?” She asked as he stared.

“Nothing, just bored.” He lied. She narrowed her eyes at the Monegasque and he broke. “I need to finish, please?” He begged, his voice cracking pathetically.

“I have to punish my getaway driver, Prince.” She said, no pity nor emotion towards the beg. “Stealth is in the camera room, ask him.” With that she took out The Room key and walked in with a small click behind her. Prince was Stealth’s problem now.

Sly looked up as she entered and he had a glossy eyed look. He looked exhausted like he had tried to get off already, but he wasn’t sweaty. Not to mention Stealth would’ve rushed behind her to report it.

“How are going to do this?” She asked. She had decided on ruining a perfectly edged orgasm after talking with Prince in the hall. “Are you actually going to listen?” She asked mockingly.

“Yeah.” He said casually. She walked in front of him and grabbed a fistful of his hair. It was coarse now, not having been washed in who knows how long. He whined at the initial contact and corrected his answer. “Sorry- yes master.” He gulped at the painful tug.

She let go and walked to the strategically placed bed, four posts, chains, ropes, and all she needed to play this scene out. “I’m going to tie your ankles down, do I need to tie your wrists or can you be a good boy and keep them to yourself?” She was going to let him have some leeway if he wanted it, but the second he tried something it would be taken away.

“I-I’ll be a good boy.” He was still kneeling but looking over to her testing the sturdiness of the ankle cuffs in place. Stealth had set them up while the boy undressed earlier.

“Good, come lay down pretty boy.” She patted the bed and he crawled to the bed and got in, spreading his legs to the respective cuffs for her. “So obedient when you’re going to be punished.” She praised. His cheeks had never lost the subtle pink tinge since she entered the room.

He laid back, now resting on his back not able to see what she was doing. He looked to the ceiling. She had still been in the tight fitted leather pants and corset she wore for the deal. She wasn’t expecting to have to punish him but the outfit was fitting for domineering. She sat on her heels in between his legs and smiled devilishly at him.

Now he had interest to lean on his elbows and made eye contact with her. Her nails grazed his thigh and his hard dick twitched with his thigh. “This is going to be fun, you’re so sensitive already.” She giggled. She knew Stealth was going to have a fit watching this. “Why are you being punished?”

He swallowed and stuttered, he couldn’t look her in the eyes while he admitted fault. The guilt was going to kill him. “I purposefully went to an unmapped route to piss you off.” He said. “Then laughed when you yelled at me for doing wrong.” He wasn’t done. “I also didn’t listen to Stealth when I first came into the room.” He took a shaky deep breath. “I think I lied when I said I could be a good boy and keep my hands to myself.” His hands flew to his face, covering the guilt and shame.

She loved this. He definitely deserved worse punishment for all of it but he was new and she didn’t need him running off after safe wording on her. “That’s a lot pretty boy, do you want me to tie your wrists?” Her voice was soft but teasing and mocking. He whimpered and nodded, moving his wrists to the matching cuffs that held his ankles.

She waited for a verbal response, there was no head cues in this room. “Yes, mamas, please cuff my wrists.” His voice was small and cracked when he responded. The new name went seemingly unnoticed, besides the flip her stomach did. She leaned over him and cuffed the adjoining limbs in place. They left a lot of slack but not enough to touch her, his face, or dick.

“Such a good boy for voicing your thoughts.” She praised, inches from his face. “I do have a harsher punishment in mind but I want to hear your safe words first.” She had her own rules to follow, ask why they are being punished, ask safe words, punish accordingly, and clean up no matter if they say a safe word or not.

“Green for continue, yellow to slow down, red for stop.” He said. She never even went over that with him- he was just a kinky fucker in general. She smiled at him and he didn’t open his eyes, not even when her hand caressed his cheek.

“I need you to breathe for me, I won’t be doing anything painful.” She cooed softly. “That’s why you have safe words darling. If it’s too much you say one.” She reminded. He opened his eyes, tears begging to be let free. He held them back, he knew he would need them later on. “That was 4 things you did wrong correct?” Rhetorical question. “So, I’ll edge you 4 times and then you get to cum, how does that sound?” She had gathered a bottle of lube and started warming it in her hands.

He was expecting worse, he had been edged too many times by his ex to count. Then he would get to cum? That’s being nice. “Green, mamas.” He said. She smiled and wrapped her rather small hand around him. She was back on her heels in between his legs and he jerked at her touch. He proved to be an easy one from the start so this’ll be quick.

“Such a beautiful cock you have, upsetting that I won’t be using it anytime soon.” She fake pouted. She only let Stealth touch or fuck her— but she also only had Stealth call her ‘mamas’ so tables turn quickly. The small noises that escaped his lips were music to her ears as she worked him slowly to the edge.

“Ah- close- close.” He panted. She removed her hand and just left ghost touches on his stomach or thighs while he calmed down and the orgasm faded. She loved the tiny whimpers he let out. Her hand returned and worked him the way he did himself the few days prior. One pump, then a second, thumb on slit, three, four, focus on the tip for one, two- repeat. “Close! Close holy- fuck- shit.” He cursed when she only did it three times over.

“Only two more pretty boy, then you get to cum.” She reminded. Her hand rubbing tiny shapes on his thighs as his breathing died out slowly. The next time her hand was on him it was only on his tip, the obscene squelch of the oily lube she used echoed in the room. He shook and writhed under her touch, trying to bat it away with his hips and only causing more pleasure in the long run, basically fucking her hand.

He hadn’t said he was close but she could see the tell tale sign of his brows furrowing and nearly losing it as his hips erratically bucked. She removed her hands and he groaned. “I wasn’t-“ He couldn’t lie, he was definitely going to try not telling her he was close so he could revel in the orgasm he would’ve had.

“You’re already being punished, do you want me to make it 5?” She asked stern. Don’t threaten her with a good time. He whined and tried turning on his side with no success.

“No, no, I- I forgot I-.” He breathed out. Forgot that quickly? What’s with the lying today, in this room specifically.

“That would make it 6 if I was being mean, come on pretty boy, you said you’d be good for me.” Her confidence was killing him and not to mention that he was at her mercy. Tied down and edged 3 times already. He was already so close he couldn’t think straight. “One more time and then you can cum.”

That’s going to feel amazing he thought. Orgasms after being edged like this were always mind-blowing. Her hand made quick work to edge him again and he whined and whimpered pathetically, the pleasure bordering on nearly painful but not yet. “Close- close please!” He panted as her hand was back caressing his thighs.

His face was tear stained and red. Not full on sobbing but he was about to be. “Take a deep breath for me, and then we can continue.” She said as he mimicked her deep breath, his more shaky and uneven than hers. “What’s your color pretty boy?” She asked.

“Green, please mamas I want to cum.” He begged, tears flowing from the built up tension in his body and the anticipation to have it let go. Her hand returned, slowly stroking him up and down. She was going to be a tease, this was a punishment. He whined and whimpered, the sensitivity bordered on painful.

“Such a pretty boy, I’m glad I can ruin you like this.” She whispered, having moved to hover over him. “Your pretty cock responds so well to my hand, usually I have to use toys on the others, but you- you’re so sensitive.” She placed a light kiss on his collarbone and he groaned. His hips jerked at her touch. It was still slow and teasing him to no avail. “Are you gonna cum for mamas? Be a good boy?”

He nodded and she said a mocking ‘yeah’ in his ear. That made him lose all his fucking hope. He was already ruined for anyone else but her. “Nghn- I’m close- mamas please- please.” He strained. He looked down to her small hand encasing his hard, red, and leaking cock. Pre-come dribbling from the edging she had done. Her gaze followed his and she smiled.

“You’re allowed to cum pretty boy, let it go.” She whispered before sitting back on her heels. She wanted to watch his face as she ruined him even further. “That’s such a good boy, cum for me.” His hips jerked and his noises told her he was about to cum. She quickened her strokes and felt his cock begin to pulse, his orgasm shattering.

One last stroke up and he was cumming. It wasn’t painful to have a ruined orgasm but it drained your energy and felt fucking uncomfortable. The mental aspect is what hurt, his body convulsing and releasing but with no stimulation to make it feel good. “No- no, ah- fuck.” He whined and whimpered and she watched with awe. His cum spurring from the tip as she watched. “You fucking-”

“So good for me pretty boy, look how much you came.” His cock was softening and his breathing was irregular at the exertion. Sly’s face was still scrunched in displeasure. He knew what she just did, and he hated everything about it.

She gave him comforting touches and let his breathing calm, keeping him restrained for the time being. “That was the worst.” He mumbled. His emotions were now his as he admired the cuffs on his wrists, his softening cock, and ankles still bound as well.

“Now that you’re in your right mind, I’m going to clean you up.” She said, her emotions controlled with him. He huffed a breath at her but she got off the bed. Her movements were controlled, calm, predictable.

“Can you untie me?” He asked. It had a hint of attitude with it and she didn’t acknowledge him, just continued with her ministrations. She grabbed a small rag, dampened it, and returned to him.

“I ran warm water but this is probably cold.” She warned, completely ignoring his question. She ran the rag over his body and cleaned him of the cum and lube remnants. His body jerked and his hips bucked. “Stay still.” Her voice wasn’t annoyed but he took it as annoyed and stopped, just watching her face.

“You’re really pretty.” He said. She continued cleaning him up and sat back after throwing the soiled rag to the side for later. She tilted her head and he pulled on the cuffs. “Can you please untie me?”

“Of course pretty boy, all you had to say was please.” She said mockingly. He let out a heavy breath and she uncuffed him. He sat up and rubbed his wrists. “I have a cream for rope burn if you want it.” She said as if this was routine, which considering the room and whatever just happened- it was.

“Not tonight, but I’m sure I’ll need it next time.” He admitted. He dressed and she watched. Standing off by the door with her arms crossed and legs shoulder width apart. He looked to her when he was done and was confused. “Thank you.” He said shy and pink tinged at the cheeks.

“Don’t fuck up my missions on purpose ever again or I will have your head.” She said, opening the door and leaving the room. He followed and went to the room he had.

She walked in on Stealth and Prince in awe, rewatching the scene. “Can you do that to me?” Prince asked, noticing her presence.

“Ruin your orgasm?” She asked surprised. She hasn’t done it to him before, he was always good and only fucked up once. “You know it’s like the most un-pleasurable thing ever, right?”

“Yeah but you’re so fucking hot I don’t think it matters.” Stealth said, eyebrows furrowed while watching the replay. “Holy shit.” They were in awe at the video. She watched it with them, thoroughly pleased with herself.

Well well I’m back again. Mind-blowing as ever

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