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[honeeslust]

A Wicked game 10.13

18+ Only

STARRING: Douma

SYNOPSIS: Douma can’t help himself around his bosses sister. Especially since she’s so starved for attention.

TW/KINK: (all mild cause I’m still a baby writer ☺️) Slave training, edging, voyeur, virginity.

🖤 wc 4.5k my longest so far 🥵

It was always sweet talk and dirty little comments from him. He was charming in a completely different way than most men. The allure was …indescribable.

You knew it wasn’t healthy to be so captivated by the way he doted on you. He was possessive and treated you more like a prize to be won. He would handle threats to your safety with a certain ferocious approach that excited you.

He kept you close at all times which meant you were often present for his elegant displays of prowess. It was like he had a talent for exacting such brutal punishment while maintaining his charismatic charm. It was safe to say that maybe you were in awe of him too.

Douma wasn’t entirely annoyed when Muzan had relegated him to being your personal bodyguard. There were far less meaningful ways to spend his time so getting to spend every waking moment with you was a welcome change to his routine.

You knew it was irresponsible, falling for someone whose job it was to protect you? But how could you not? He gave you all the attention you craved thanks to your raging need for validation. Your family was always too busy to notice you, even when you acted out. Sometimes you thought yourself depraved for having the kind of thoughts that you were. If fucking your brother's 2nd in command wouldn’t garner at least some kind of response, you didn't know what would.

The more time you spent with him, the more you realized just how deep his fixation of you really was. The man was completely obsessed with you. The sound of your voice, the way you moved, but most of all it was your innocence. You talked a big game but he saw through all of your bullshit. He knew how badly you were just itching to cut loose from the girl you thought you should be.

Being around you so often meant you got to know him on a whole new level. He was… different. Everything about him drew you in. Especially the part of him that found excitement in the life he lived.

When he insisted it would be better if he utilized the spare bedroom in your loft to better protect you, you happily accepted. Fast forward…

All day you two carried on with your usual antics but only until his attention was averted to the pretty waitress who all but drooled in his lap. You didn’t necessarily get mad, you knew she couldn't help it. What irked you was the way he immediately excused himself from the table muttering something to you about sampling something that wasn't on the menu.

After that, you rode home in silence, pouting and keeping your body facing away from him. He noticed your attitude but was distracted by the shape of your thighs as they puddled against the seat. You tried to distance yourself from the gaze you felt hot on your body but it was too intense to ignore the subtle glances in your direction.

The look in his eye had you squeezing your legs together the entire ride. As soon as he parked you were out the door heading to your room without saying anything else to him.

You were only upset because you allowed yourself to think he only had eyes for you and today was a reminder that that wasn't true.

Later, you found yourself alone in your room trying to forget the image of him fawning over some doe-eyed girl other than you. Dreaming up new images, you slowly caressed your stomach. You thought about the way he would smile at you with those gleaming opal-like eyes. You breathed deeply recalling his signature warm vanilla and cedar scent and imagining the heady aroma filling your every breath as you clung to him. You thought of the way he would touch the back of your arm to gently guide you to the inner sidewalk whenever you walked along the street.

The contact was always so brief but it was enough to leave you so flustered that you'd had to do this. You were on edge and in serious need of release. Your fingers dipped into your waistband and you closed your eyes. You let your thoughts carry you through the same fantasy you'd always play out in your head, stuck on repeat as you chased down your underwhelming but somewhat relieving climax.

What you didn't know was that he could hear everything. He palmed his bulge as it twitched every time he heard you whisper his name. He had done this every night this week and he could hear just how much more desperate you sounded tonight when you climaxed all on your lonesome. But you weren't alone in your lustful misery because as he listened to you make yourself come he all but exploded in his hand, just barely satisfied but no longer feeling like he was wound quite as tight.

After a shower and a little ganja, you still felt pent up.

— A little later you came strutting out of your room wearing the tightest dress you could dig out of your closet. The selection was intentional, you were aiming only for his attention simply because he was so good at giving it.

“Take me out, Douma”

“You ca—” he paused taking in the sight of you standing before him wearing a dress he hadn't ever seen you in.

“You're not going out tonight, there's too much heat right now. You know that.” his eyes lingered over your cleavage just a little before he continued. “ When did you get that?” he said calmly, looking you over before averting his eyes back to his book.

His reaction was expected and you knew if you leaned in a little more, he wouldn't be able to say no. And Douma, well, he chose to let you think you had him wrapped around your finger. It was all a part of his plan. You walked a little closer to where he sat, feeling extra devious given the slickness between your legs from secretly coming to your thoughts about him not 20 minutes ago. — too bad it just wasn't enough. You were practically bursting at the seams aching for the slightest bit of just the right touch.

“ …but I wanna dance. I came and I smoked and now I just wanna dance.” your brow shot up as if you hadn't meant to say all of that out loud.

Douma looked up to see the stern look you were giving him. Instead, he only saw the way your cheeks flushed. you weren’t fooling him. He knew you were likely still dripping from earlier and it made him smile to himself.

He puts the book down and crosses his legs drawing your eyes to his crotch.

“You came. and without me. I’m hurt.” He said feigning hurt feelings.

“Whatever Douma, let’s go.” You popped your hip out and watched the way his eyes cruised the sultry line of your body.

Even if it was just a game, Douma hadn't needed to fake his infatuation with you.

“You know I'll make you stay if you try to leave,” he said, clasping his hands together over his knee like he was having the final say.

As much as you wanted to find out what that meant you stood straighter and cocked your head to the side. “Aww, please,” you said coming around to stand in front of him. “Just one dance.”

He didn't answer you. Instead, his eyes were drawn to the way you bit down on your lip. Was he letting himself be controlled by your charms?

Yes. He was.

That's exactly why you were both now locked in the VIP room.

“Breath bunny, breath” he had to remind you as your body reacted to the dangerous proximity of his. If he stood any closer behind you, he'd surely feel the way you were trembling. The near touch made every fiber of your being scream for him to finally close that distance. How could you breathe when his body was the answer to what kept you up at night squeezing your pillow between your legs wishing it was him?

“You’re just as messed up as I am aren't you” That's what he said to you as he finally slipped a hand in front of your now quaking body. He held you tight against himself and instructed you to watch in the mirror as he absolutely ruined you.

“You just had to let him touch you, didn't you.” Those sweet whispers easily locked you in his spell. Your mouth fell open, exhaling a pathetic “sorry” with a heavy sigh. You met his gaze in the mirror, hoping he would finally read your mind so you wouldn't have to say it out loud. But of course, he was already in your head, Douma knew you more than you realized.

“Why apologize? this is what you wanted right? Me losing my fucking mind over the likes of you. You, who doesn’t even know what it means to be properly fucked stupid.” He taunted you more as you soaked in the torrid scene displayed before you.

“You hate it? Don't you?” His hand was coming so close to touching the very spot that would make you divulge all your dirtiest secrets and more. – never mind the way his brutal honesty had you eating out of the palm of his hands as he read you to the t. “You just hate that you can get your way anytime you want. You hate that no one has claimed you, because they can't ever seem to actually see you, can they?.”

His fingers skimmed over your breast and he circled them over the newly perked bud sheathed by your flimsy dress. The bit hardened under his icy touch making you shudder into him. There was lewd friction from his bulge as you arched your hips against his palm that pressed lightly over your core. “You wanted me to kill him? Didn’t you?”

Your lip trembled fearfully as he peeled back the layers of you. He was blatantly appealing to that side of you that you were so afraid to let loose. His hand crept up over your throat and he applied a little pressure. “Didn't you?”

For all you knew, his voice was laced with a potent demon blood art that forced the truth to fall from your sinful lips. But you both knew better than that now. So it was barely a whisper when you answered him. “Yes.”

Douma laughed. “If you want me to kill for you, all you have to do is ask.” His breath turned icy as he licked along the shell of your ear making you gasp. Douma slipped his hand further between your legs and hovered just over your untouched wetness while he waited for you to finally say it.

Every jagged breath you took made your heart beat faster, there was no way you were about to say it out loud. But his hands were there, so close to giving you the much-needed friction you had yearned for. Inhibitions floated away and your body ignited as you finally uttered the words to him “I want you to kill him….”

Lascivious long fingers teased gently back and forth as you breathed in his heavily intoxicating aroma. “What was that bunny?” Hushfully he whispered finally applying a little pressure to your center drawing a grateful moan out of you. “ Kill my brother Douma.”

The demon's arrogance and blood lust finally played on his face. Bright eyes were now darkly devouring the shameless picture he illustrated.

Wicked greedy fingers slipped under the thin strap of your dress and he tucked the light fabric under your breast. An icy feeling teased over the little button now tucked between his skillful digits. He rolled and tugged them running his nose down your neck and then over your shoulder.

“Was that so hard?” he said pressing a little harder against the heat between your legs. “You’re not as good at pretending as you think you are.” He spoke as his fingers moved in long drawn-out circles. He was drunk with the power he wielded over you. All the times he listened to you make yourself come did not amount to the way you sounded for him now.

You didn't know which would make you come from first. His touch or the way he breathed your name as he started to play with your wantful pussy. So much time you had wasted not wanting to admit the truth. –That you were just as unhinged as everyone around you. Truly a product designed by your environment no matter how much they tried to keep you from it. Douma could see how badly you yearned for the excitement and was happy to finally help you over the edge.

–and here you were, doing just that —happily letting the sinister likes of him drive you wild and crazy like you were nothing more than some desire-starved nympho.

“Will you do it, Douma?”

“I can take care of your brother. You don’t need to worry. But what does that mean for you?”

Your trembling legs were barely keeping you upright as a heavy warmth continued to build. “What do you mean?” you panted curling your leg around his and inching onto your tip toes.

He takes your chin and sharply turns your face to his “You’ll need to be protected of course, I can’t do that unless you’re mine.” your leg locked around his and he nudged your legs wide, bending his knee slightly so your weight could settle onto his thigh. The circles he rubbed over that tender knot started to feel more intense. He didn't need to do much to convince you. You knew you belonged to him from the moment you laid eyes on him.

“Yes.”

“So eager” he teases slipping his fingers under your dress. His icy hand grazed your skin as he bunched the light fabric around your waist. He grasped under your neck and the other closed over your bare virginal pussy. “You know I've heard you every time you called out my name.”

Your cheeks flushed at the notion of him hearing all the ways you pleasured yourself to the thought of him and you shuddered against the chill of his palm pressing into the spongy center just between your hips. “Now… look this way,” he guides your eyes back to the mirror. “ I want to see your face when I make you come.”

“Ahhh” you sighed letting your head drop and drool strung from your lip as you hung on tight to the intense wave that was washing over you. “Ohhh ha ha Fuhhhh” you cried as his digits toyed with you some more. He eyed your reflection as he started to edge your pussy that was now gushing. “Oh bunny, I've barely touched you.” he taunted you. “You’ll need some training if you want to be mine..” he slipped one finger inside just enough to feel just how wet you were and he flashed a wicked grin.

“Mmmmm, it’s gonna to be fun training you… wait until you see all the ways I can break you” He pushed another finger into you and started to work them in and out with ease, setting a crucial pace and making your hips swirl to match the hypnotic movement of his digits inside of you. Your body was ascending again, your walls clenching tight as that heat crept up your spine. Your nails dug into his thighs and you crumbled into him.

Your weight was held upright effortlessly and he hugged you tight and forced your legs back open whispering “Ah Ah Ah, let me get a look at you”

“How does that feel?” He pushed in deep and the wetness overflowed making those sweet squelching sounds he daydreamed about so

much. “ Ahhh, so fucking good” you cried drenching his fingers as you came so hard you felt his breath hitch in his chiseled chest that was pressed into your back.

“You’re so good at giving yourself over to the pleasure, aren't you?”

“Yes”

“You’ve been starving haven't you?”

You arched as your body was set ablaze again. “Yes, ahhhh, fuck yes”

“You need to be mine, don't you?”

“Yes .yes. yesss”

“Well let's go home and get started”

Back at home, he took you to your room and proceeded to strip you out of your clothes. By the time he had you tied to your bed, writhing pathetically under his body as he hovered over you. Your nervous heartbeat was music to his ears.

You were so high off the pleasure he gave that you couldn't believe it was actually happening. — But it was real. He was actually here. Leaning over your body, letting the warm honey puddle over your perked nipple as he reveled in the way you twitched against your restraints. You were foolishly enjoying how he toyed with you.

You wept as he smeared the sticky sap around the bud and meanly he sucked the warm elixir off, tugging at your nipple and making it hurt just enough as he looked you right in the eye. Your body jerked as he released the bead from his mouth and left your skin flushed with color. Your eyes squeezed shut making him pout.

“How am I supposed to know what feels good if you don’t look at me?” Said the fiend in all his devilish charm as he taunted you. “eyes on me. always.” The stern look he imposed made it clear that you were here for his enjoyment. Your neediness was intoxicating to him. And though it didn't quite show at first, it was actually driving him crazy.

The thrill came from knowing you were a willing participant in this erotic torture. He loved how you gave him complete control over your body and he didn't disappoint. He knew exactly how to wield the power you so eagerly handed him.

“I'll give you everything you want if you beg,” he said, trailing his fingers over your hips. His devilish grin was captivating. You loved being nothing more than his plaything .“Please,”

“Be specific bunny, what do you want.”

“I— I don't know. Just don't stop touching me there.”

Douma retracted his hand to grip your trembling jaw, “ that almost sounded like you were telling me.”

“Please,” you breathed, taken by the darkness etched behind those bright shining eyes. “Please, I want you to touch me.” You begged.

He held your face tighter, his eyes widening “That’s it bunny.” He was so ecstatic with the way you let him handle you, so obedient and so…new. His voice faltered, “Good girl.” He said brushing your hair off of your face.

His thumb brushed your lower lip. “Open” he commanded, pressing downward. He slipped between your parted lips and over your tongue. Lazily he swiped down your pallet “suck”. You obeyed, locking your eyes with his while you sucked his thumb.

He pulled the slick appendage from your mouth and traced his sleazy tongue over the pad before he brought it to your now engorged clit. He hadn't made you come again since you left the club. He had only given you a taste of what he could do to you and now, he wanted to see you desperate.

As bad as you wanted every bit of him, you enjoyed the way he took his time. Methodically giving you more and more just to take it away. He was showing you just how polar opposite the roles were from the picture you had painted in your head.

“So far so good bunny,” he panted as he tipped his fingers inside you. “Thank you.” you whispered and his eyes lit up with satisfaction “mmmm,” he groaned like a feral animal. “you learn well”

You moved to his every whim. Sucking harder as he instructed. Bending into any position he puts you into. He’d command your attention whenever the dizzying arousal became too much but still, he persisted.

You struggled against your restraints and the demon soaked up the way your gorgeous features were glistening with your tears. He had a fist full of your hair wrapped tightly around his hand as he forced your head back to look at him. You couldn't help but be bewitched by the colorful hues that gleamed at you with such adoration.

“Please please please, you sobbed to him. “I've been so good, let me cum”

He grabbed your face, his eyes widening “Yeah, that's it. Beg me.” He was so full of himself for driving you to this. “Plead for me like the good little bunny I know you can be.”

“Let me be a good little bunny for you Douma. Please I’ll do anything”

Douma undressed before you. Every tight muscle in his body seemed to flex, especially the one that hung heavy and just slightly to the left between his legs. Your greedy eyes fixated on his endowment and you nervously swallowed as he inched that pretty pulsing cock toward your face.

His vivid opal orbs were daring you to taste his velvety cock. You opened wide and took the heart-shaped tip into your now slutty little mouth. You started moaning around him, moving your head up and down awkwardly struggling to find the right angle around his curved length.

“Bunny—mmmm, pretty as you look teasing me, suck this fucking dick baby, unhhh” He said, thrusting himself between your lips nearly meeting the back of your throat.

He shook, unable to take the way you glared up at him all starry-eyed as his cock gaped at your pretty mouth. You gagged but kept your throat open to take him deeper. He assumed you’d never done this before but your nasty little self had been practicing on bananas for as long as you could remember. Granted none of them were as big as the girth you were taking now.

Nonetheless, he came close to finishing in your mouth as you sucked him deeper, lodging him firmly in your throat while you made hearts for eyes at him.

He pulled out, gasping as he stifled a heavy load that would’ve ruined your pretty face. “Alright fine,” he said, reaching toward the bedpost you were still tied to. “Time for your reward bunny, how do you want it?”

He was actually asking you what you wanted after all of that. Your mind couldn’t process it, you only rubbed your arms trying to regain some of the feeling in them.

You blushed and peeked up at him, his pale face still flushed from how well you’d done with your mouth. “I don’t know, fuck me, however, you want to fuck me, Douma.” You said smiling coyly as you lay back on your pillow.

The always gleeful pitch to his voice was replaced with a smokier sounding one as he assumed his position atop your naked body. The clarity in his glittering eyes left an unexpected warmth settling over you. He didn’t smile at you and take your hand to gently take your innocence. Instead, he forced a soul-snatching kiss upon your lips and cradled you underneath him. You felt it then. He would own you after this and you wanted it too, and desperately.

Just as you felt the friction of him lining himself up against you, you cling to him, ready to be tainted by his darkness. You anticipated the pressure as you felt him tipping into you, right as he was ready to push that pulsing porcelain cock inside you, your phone rang.

Douma reached for the cell and immediately swiped to answer after seeing your brother's name on the screen. He shoved the phone in your hand and your barely focused eyes widened as you saw your brother's contact picture on the screen.

The pressure was heavy as he slipped inside and your fingers clasped over your mouth clamping on down on the illicit squeal Douma's dick was crudely forcing out of you. He smiled watching your wide eyes turn misty. He could hear your brother yelling over the phone for you to tell him what was wrong.

It was pointless to try and form words. Douma watched the way your eyes glittered with fresh tears and your drenched oasis struggled to take all of him at once. No matter, his cocky smile took your breath away as he snatched the phone from your hand to answer your brother's frantic pleas for you to tell him if you were ok. You watched in awe and excitement as Douma held the phone to his ear and continued to fuck your tight little cunt as though he wasn’t about to start a whirlwind of chaos.

“From the sounds of it, it seems like she’s doing just fine if you ask me.” The enchanting demon taunted his boss without so much as a glimmer of restraint and he fucked himself into you making you cry out his name.

“Don’t worry, she’ll call you later, right bunny?” You agreed taking him deeper and soaking the cock that battered your newly ruined pussy.

“I’ll call you later” you moaned as Doama held the phone to your now quivering lip.

He tossed the phone aside and his hips bucked relentlessly.

“I’m impressed little bunny.” He said as his voice finally started to give. Your pussy was milking him perfectly and he was nearing his end. “Keep taking me just like that..” he grasped the fatty flesh around your hips and dove deeper, forcing your legs a little further back so he could feel himself popping your cherry.

Your face scrunched from the sting as he rudely spread you you. Every muscle in your core clenched in on itself. Douma's tight body shook as he pounded a sloppy mess of wetness out of your orgasming pussy. He was feral, jutting his hips into you so hard that the entire bed shook. You both erupted, releasing months’ worth of pent-up frustration. Your mind was numb to anything that wasn’t his dick and how it was unloading all of his thick cum into.

" I'm almost tempted to deprive you of the chance of catching your breath, little bunny. But then again, it's going to be fun building your stamina.”

He presses his body into yours, letting you feel his still engorged prick pressing into your pelvis and he whispers, "I plan on keeping you for a while.” You wanted to respond but the heaviness of your tired eyes was overwhelming, and you passed out, sprawled naked across your bed.

Douma took care of you, cleaning your body and tucking you into your bed comfortably. He lay next to you watching you calmly as your phone erupted with messages and calls for your older brother.

Douma smiled. “Looks like you finally got his attention.”

Heavy influence from Muzan Fangz for this one. See 👉🏾 https://www.tumblr.com/muzansfangs/730816602440892416/from-the-bottom-of-my-heart-thank-you-i-am-so

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