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Power. That’s what it was all about.
You didn’t think Dio would ever allow you to indulge in this little fantasy of yours --he was a very intimidating, strong individual after all. You were only human. That simple fact made this entire scene all the sweeter.
This behemoth of a man, this giant imposing creature all feared and adored, was kneeling before you --wrists bound behind his back. Snuggly tied with black velvet ropes. Your fingers trailed along his back and shoulders as you circled him, breezing over his muscles with a feather-light touches. Others had tried, and failed, to do what you had already accomplished with but a few honeyed words and no small amount of moxie. Your heart raced. This was going to be so much fun, you could already tell. Dio had even gone as far as to gift-wrap himself for you: the most delicate, almost flimsy set of black lingerie clung to your obedient little servant’s muscled form, ready to be unwrapped and unraveled at your word. The ropes were simply the bow on top, and you couldn’t wait to treat yourself.
A smirk was ever-present on Dio’s lips, his lust-darkened eyes glued to yours as you continued your examination. He could easily tear these bindings to shreds, you knew this, but that’s not what this game was really about. Dio was gifting you this: you’d been good to him, and now he was going to return the favour.
“I’m yours --to do with as you please, (Y/n).” His voice cut through the silence, dripping with desire and amusement alike. “Whatever will you do to me, as your slave? Can you even handle me? ”
The self-assured grin on his face should have told you he was feeling cocky from the very beginning. Your eyes narrowed, throat running dry at his words. The edge to his tone sounded distinctly defiant --he was slipping into his usual dominant role. You should have expected this. Dio may have surrendered some control to you, but he wasn’t going down without a fight. You couldn’t have him mouthing off, now could you? No, you held the reigns tonight, and you’d make damn sure Dio would never forget it.
“Are you trying to influence me, Dio?” Your heels clacked against the floor as you moved to nudge his arousal with the tip of your shoe. “Scare me, maybe?” Dio visibly shivered as you pressed harder, his cock bobbing as you grind your foot into his pelvis. His eyes close, and he groans. “ Well? ” You dig in in earnest now, pushing in past his lacy panties to make contact with his half-hard cock. Dio squirms, his shoulders squaring as he braces himself --your foot coming down to rest on his sack, tantalizingly firm against the cold stone floor.
“No, ma’am,” he says with a grin that is all teeth, and you ease the pressure --just a little bit.
“Good boy,” you let out, reaching to cradle his face in both hands.
Dio responds to your praise by leaning into the touch, and when your fingers trail across his cheek and dive in between his lips, he doesn’t even hesitate to suck them into his warm, wet mouth. So very eager, this new toy of yours. A smile creeps onto your face as you watch him lap at your fingers, delighting in the feeling of his tongue swirling around your digits. He’s savouring them like they’re the sweetest ambrosia and you find yourself staring at his hungry expression in utter awe.
Little do you know, Dio is putting on a show to distract you -- and it’s working .
You catch the mischievous glint in his eyes too late. There’s a second where he peers at you with genuine malice and before you can pull back, he bites down. You let out a string of curses, snatching your fingers out from between his lips. Your other hand reaches up and rakes across his cheek --the impact of the blow sounding loud enough bounce off the walls. Dio reels, his head dipping down as he recovers from the, frankly quite impressive, slap you delivered.
“You bastard, ” you growl, glaring at the reddening indents on your hand. Your fingers curl around his chin --grip tight and unforgiving, nails digging into his jawline just for good measure.
Miniscule drops of blood begin to form where he broke skin and Dio smirks, reveling at the thunderous look you’re giving him for it. “Perhaps, if you can’t keep your pet in check, you’re not fit to be a master,” Dio cooes, feigning a sort of innocence you knew he was incapable of. He was toying with you, playing at the part of pet but refusing to become it --like he promised he would.
Despite your skin stinging where he bit you, despite his refusal to submit, you’re delighted. You knew what this was. He was taunting you --seeing how far you were willing to take this. You had to show him that you could handle him, that you were worthy of this gift he was offering. The message, as you received it, was loud and clear: punish me . You could do that. You could do anything to him.
The most debauched, uninhibited moan rumbles in Dio’s chest as you drive the heel of your stiletto into his member. He hunches over, all but doubling down as you grind the end of it down onto him. He is a moaning mess, stuttering out curses and incoherent pleas as his cock twitches beneath your heel. His breathing becomes ragged. You put your weight down, watching his mixed reaction with interest. Dio is writhing in pain, but his eyes are glazed over with pleasure and it makes you feel powerful --it makes you feel in control for once. You bite down on your bottom lip to swallow a moan of your own, pressing your heel down with all the strength you can muster. Dio all but growls beneath you, heaving breaths pouring from his lips. Seconds of sweet torture pass, and when you’re finally satisfied with his pained howling, you shift your foot and use the gap between toe and heel to anchor his cock to the ground.
“Don’t you dare underestimate me,” you warn, yanking Dio’s head back by his hair to make him look you in the eye. Something akin to a whine slips from his lips and you feel your heart skip a beat. You did this . You’re doing this --to Dio, of all people. The thought alone is enough to light a flame in your core. Though you had to admit, Dio’s expression of pure agony and bliss was stoking the fires more than you could ever have imagined.
“Up,” you commanded, releasing his aching cock from its prison --and Dio followed without another word. No attitude, no derisive comments. Just as you intended.
As you stepped away, you got a good look at his abused member, hanging out from the side of his lingerie. It was fiercely bruised and swollen, breaking out in spots where you’d pressed the hardest. Nevertheless, Dio was still, impressively, rock hard and just a tad more willing to play the part of the obedient servant --which was exactly what you’d wanted. You waltzed up behind him, gently tugging on the bindings that held his hands, and released them. His hands twitched, ready to pin you to the nearest surface and take control --but you own palms sliding over his hips stopped Dio dead in his tracks. You pressed your body against his back, grinding your breasts teasingly against him as your hand trailed down to grip his cock. Dio flinched as you squeezed the bruises, your fingers sliding past the black lace to slowly, torturously, run along his length.
“Tell you what,” you whispered, “satisfy me and maybe, just maybe , I’ll let you have a little sip of my blood so you can heal up.” Dio groans as you pick up the pace, throwing his head back onto your shoulder. You tease him with your free hand, scratching long, deep lines into his skin just above the edge of his panties. The moment Dio bucks his hips into your hand, you withdraw --earning you a vicious growl. “So I can use you properly, of course. What do you say?”
The following words don’t come easily, but when Dio says them, you feel your heart race with excitement.
“Whatever you wish, my master . Please, let me service you.”
As you lay down upon silken sheets, spreading your thighs apart for him, you notice an unmistakable look of hunger in Dio’s eyes. It’s dark, brutal and almost feral in nature. You’ve wound him up nicely, now all you needed to do was watch him dance. You run a teasing finger over your folds, spreading them open. “Come,” you say, coaxing him closer with a single finger.
Dio licks his lips in anticipation, and for a moment your dominant facade cracks at the sight, as you release a modest moan. There is no hesitation in his movements as he climbs on top of you, his head disappearing between your thighs. His breath fans against your opening, ragged and deep as his tongue darts into your aching heat. Dio ruts against your folds like a man possessed, greedily lapping at your core --his nose brushing against your clit. Your head lolled back, bouncing against the pillow as you allowed him to ravage you. He breathed in, savouring your scent and taste, trying to commit it to memory --the sensation felt odd against your hot cunt, like an icy breeze wisping by. You mewled faint encouragement, and Dio took to it very well, diligently drinking up your juices. Your wanton moans and uninhibited groaning fueled Dio’s vigour. As he felt you clench around his tongue, he brought a finger to his aid. The man was a master, expertly driving his slick tongue into your folds, slicking his thumb over your clit until you were well and truly singing his praises.
Your toes curled, and you clamped your thighs around his head. Your grip around his head was almost suffocatingly tight, but the urgency only served to entice Dio to go faster. He groaned into you, grasping at your legs for leverage. As you felt your orgasm approaching, you released him and yanked his head away from your cunt. Dio let you push him back, flat on the bed --his hands reaching to hold onto your hips as you lowered yourself onto his face. Your hips rolled circles around his head --his long nails digging into your ass, bringing you as close as possible. You grinded yourself into his mouth, grasping at the remnants of the sweet release you knew was just around the corner. Dio’s breath hitched in his throat, greedy lips latching onto your clit and sucking it in between them. Before long, you felt yourself come undone. The man beneath you eagerly lapped up your sweet juices. After you came down from your high, you slid back a bit, allowing Dio some breathing space.
“Very, very good , slave.” You smirked down at him, struggling to catch your breath. “You’ve earned your reward.” You ran a teasing finger along your upper thigh and gently tapped the inside. “Bon appetit!”
Sharp fangs glinted beneath Dio’s upper lip as he grinned. “Thank you, my master,” he wheezed out, still heaving his chest with laboured breathing. He turned his head, teeth gazing the soft flesh you had some graciously provided. You were such a treat, so sweet and tasty --he could hardly wait any longer. His eyes traveled up to your face as he bit down, watching you jolt at the initial flash of pain. You closed your eyes as Dio drank from your plump thigh, slowly, carefully. Once he had his fill, you reached down, brushing your hand onto his forehead to make him lean back. Before you could fully push him away, Dio licked your wound and placed a single, grateful kiss upon it.
You cast a look over your shoulder: Dio’s cock, thick and throbbing --almost achingly so, had recovered from your punishment. It twitched fervently, screaming for attention --craving your sinful touch. Who were you to deny him now that he’d been so good to you? You slid down his body, stopping only to plant a searing hot kiss on his lips. His arousal pressed against your ass and you simply couldn’t resist grinding against it. Dio moaned into your mouth.
“Please.” The word came as a surprise. Both to you and Dio himself, who looked askance when you chuckled at his desperation.
“Only because you asked so nicely!” you teased, lining him up to your entrance.
With the lacy black panties properly pushed aside, you lowered yourself down to the hilt in a single swift motion. You rocked your hips, watching Dio’s eyes roll back as he moaned out. No more teasing, no more games. He’d been very patient -- now you were going to reward his good behaviour. You braced yourself on his abdomen, beginning to ride him in earnest. The lewd slap of flesh upon flesh was only outshined by your joined cries of pleasure. It didn’t take long for Dio to lose himself: you’d driven him mad with desire. The large palms of his hands landed on your hips, urging you on --betraying just how close he truly was. His pelvis began to meet your movements, desperate and hasty for release. You felt his cock quiver inside you, convulsing with each violent wave of his orgasm. The obscene sensation of his cum filling you up was enough to push you to the brink as well. You cried out, throwing your head back as you came.
You collapsed on top of Dio, slumping into his broad chest. His arm found your waist, draping over it as you both attempted to catch your breath. For a few minutes, you enjoyed the silence together.
Dio spoke first. “I’m not opposed to doing this again.”
You chuckled, rolling to his side and nestling your head properly against him. “Neither am I.”
“Then we’re in agreement, my master .”