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“You look so weak. You think you D.A.N?. Tch.”
A snicker escaped from her mouth as smoke trailed away from her cigar. Ryōshū stared down at Sinclair as he was on his knees, stripped down to his undergarments. Staring at his pathetic erection. She walked over to where he was and sat down on her bed.”
“Open.”
Sinclair gulped as he slowly opened his mouth and stuck his tongue out, suddenly having the taste of a leather shoe being put into his mouth. More like shoved. He whimpered, feeling his cock twitch ever so slightly while he licked her shoe before Ryōshū removed it from his mouth.
“Haa~..Ryō—..” Before Sinclair even got to finish his sentence Ryōshū pulled him up by his hair and burned her cigarette onto his neck like her own little personal ash tray.
“Good dogs don’t speak.” Her eyebrows furrowed as she pulled him closer using her legs, shoving Sinclair over to her crotch. He whined in response before Ryōshū pushed her foot against his crotch, grinding it against Sinclair. Watching as he pathetically moans while gripping onto her leg.
Sinclair was only able to have moans and whimpers leave his mouth. That's all he can say when he becomes Ryōshū dog behind closed doors. He kept grinding up against her foot, so embarrassing… Getting turned on by being commanded. Being treated like a dog. Ryōshū could do anything with this information about Sinclair. He was the one who even brought it up.
Ryōshū moved her foot away, kicking him off as she raised her finger up. One of the many commands she taught Sinclair to do. He immediately obliged her order and stood up, he tried to cover his hard erection Ryōshū slapped his hands away.
Before he could utter a moan he was grabbed by his hands and placed down onto the bed, with Ryōshū pinning him down.
“Beg.”
Huh?!
“You were pathetic today. Tell me if you even deserve to feel pleasure.”
Sinclair wiggled around under her hands as she slapped him across the face leaving a slight red mark from her hand. She was right though.. Sinclair's performance when fighting has been lacking. His mind has been cluttered with all sorts of inappropriate thoughts of being fucked like this.
“Ryōshū..Please..Fuck-..”
Another slap hit his face. Ryōshū was straddled onto his chest as she slapped him for being disobeying towards her.
“Louder. P.S.”
Sinclair whined as he felt like he was about to cum. Cumming from being treated like shit. Ohh..Ryōshū would probably humiliate him. Drag him out from the room and show everyone on the bus how pathetic Sinclair really was…Or hell even him being weird for fantasizing about that!
“Haahh~! Please-! Ryōshū please fuck me..Hurt me~..Anything! I want to cum!.. please please please please pleasepleasepleaseplease please.”
A smirk appeared on Ryōshū's face before she slowly caressed the side of his face as he begged. Standing up as she ripped his boxers off him and watched as his erect cock springed up, walking over to the door as she grabbed his Halberd. Sweat fell off Sinclairs forehead as Ryōshū walked up to him with his weapon and lightly pushed the blade over his abdomen.
“I want you to cum. Cum as I pull on your organs. As I use my hands to fuck your insides. Be a G.B. for me Sinclair. Don’t you want to be good for me?”
Sinclair gasped as he pushed his head back and came right there as she praised him. Hearing her soft words got him all riled him and immediately got hard again after his first orgasm.
“yes-..Yes YES~! I want to be good for you Ryōshū..”
She smiled as she kissed him on the cheek while grabbing the Halberd, slowly raising it above him. Creating a deep slit above his abdomen. Watching as his crimson blood escaped the wound, slowly inserting her fingers into the opening. listening to the disgusting flesh and fat opening up into her fingers. Sinclair moans as he raises his hips trying to grind onto something, desperately trying to chase his second orgasm.
“I wonder what noises you make on what I grab in here.”
Ryōshū stared at Sinclair, and without warning she put her hands onto his ribcage open and caressed his lungs, her breath shuttered as she grazed them with her nails. Then right there he came once more. She turned her head back surprised..Before Ryōshū grabbed his face and slapped him once more. “Cuminng W.P. such a bad dog.” Sinclair sighed as she sat there disappointed. Whining as an apology.
A huff left Ryōshū’s mouth as she bent over and licked a stripe up on his rib cage, Sinclair grabbed onto the sheets as he became fully erect once more. Moaning and whining as Ryōshū pushed her leather shoe against his cock. Grinding it against him as she licked up the blood against his rib cage. At this point he’s either passing out from blood loss or to many orgasms.
“You deserve a punishment. You came too many times without my permission.” Ryōshū suddenly stood up and stood by the bed Sinclair was laying on, tying his hands up with the red rope she had on her. Flicking the tip of his cock, watching it spring before shoving her hands down to his intestines and pulling on them like they were wires. Sinclair couldn’t help but moan as she pulled on his organs. How disgusting. A light tug made him cum again.
The disappointment in her eyes were visible, once she let go she grabbed his coat from this uniform and covered him with it, on her way to get Dante to rewind the clock.
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“I’m sorry—..Ryōshū..” Sinclair sat on the bed glancing occasionally over to her. His foot wouldn’t stop tapping against the wooden floors beneath them, it suddenly stopped once she put her arm around him after lighting a cigarette. Caressing his shoulder before she poke.
“Don’t apologize. You did good. P.S.” She gave him a small peck on the forehead before crushing her cigarette onto the ash tray that was nearby. Sinclair watched as he pushed his thighs together anxiously. “..You think you can..crush your next one-..on me-?..” His face burned red as Ryōshū smiled and nodded, lighting another one.