!smut, choking, edging, light humiliation!
daemon is flirting with you and he doesn't care if he does it in public or not. he does it so often and so plainly that it casts doubt on your pure reputation as an innocent proper lady.
he thinks that he can play with you as he likes and you will fall under his spell, and he will have nothing for it. but he is wrong. so when you agree to come to his chambers at night, he clearly doesn't expect you to push him against the wall.
“do i look like you can joke with me?” you hiss.
he looks confident and already opens his mouth to say something with a smirk but you grab his chin.
“don’t want to hear even a single word from you. undress”
even though that smirk doesn't leave his face, there's something in your voice that makes his skin tingle and he does what you ask.
he slowly undresses, making a whole show out of it, while you stand with your arms crossed over your chest and don’t take your eyes off him. someone has to show him where he belongs. daemon doesn't take his eyes off you either, but his gaze is rather playful and interested.
“is that to your liking?”
he stood before you naked and unashamed.
when you just pursed your lips in response he moved closer and put his hands on your hips. his naked body is almost pressed against yours and you feel his warmth, but now isn’t the time to give in. you roughly drop his hands from your hips.
“don't touch me or i will tie you up.”
daemon just laughs at that but you cut him off by grabbing his chin hard.
“do you know why i'm angry?”
“i was just being playful.”
your eyes narrow and the hand on his chin moves down to his neck. you don't squeeze but you hold firmly. he’s still looking at you with a slight sneer but something in his eyes has changed. he opens his mouth to say something but you stop him by pushing him onto the bed.
daemon complies, allowing himself to be pushed down onto the bed. he lies back, propped up on his elbows, looking up at you with a mixture of expectation and excitement. you straddle him, your hands on his chest. his breath hitches as your lips moved down his neck, his body responding to your touch despite his attempts to remain aloof. daemon lets out a low moan as your teeth nipped at the sensitive skin of his collarbone.
“is this your punishment? to tease me till i break?”
“yes”, you say before licking the bitten spot.
the feeling of your lips and teeth on his skin drove him wild. his breathing grew ragged, his body arching under you as he tried to pull you closer. he could feel the tension building in him, the desire coursing through his veins. his hands move up your thighs, he looks up at you through half-lidded eyes, the desire for you etched plain across his face.
“you’re a vicious wench, you know that?”
you slap him across the face.
“watch your mouth, daemon”
the sting of your slap took him by surprise, adding a sharper edge to the desire that was already coursing through him. he felt the heat on his face where your hand had struck, his pulse hammering in his chest.
“watch my mouth, hm?”. he echoed, his voice heavy with need.
“perhaps you should put it to better use”
“you’re very arrogant”, you say, as your fingers tracing the red imprint that your slap had left behind.
daemon’s eyes fluttered shut at your touch. he could feel the tension in the air, the desire between you palpable and magnetic. you shift your body, pressing against him just enough to drive him wild, your hips moving in a torturous slow circle. his breath hitched, his body arching at the feel of you pressing against him. he could feel your heat through the thin cloth of your dress, and it was driving him mad. he groaned, his hands gripping your hips tightly, pulling closer, trying to find some relief from the maddening sensation.
“you’re playing dirty”, he managed to gasp out, his voice hoarse with need.
you smile, enjoying his reaction. you lean down, your lips tracing a path from his ear to his jaw, your tongue darting out to taste his skin. you continue your slow grind against him, the friction between you growing more and more intense.
“i’m not just playing dirty,” you whisper. “i’m winning.”
the feeling of you against him was torturous, the slow, deliberate movement of your body against his driving him wild. his head fell back against the pillow, his breath coming in ragged gasps. you grin and continue your slow, torturous pace, enjoying the way he writhed and gasped beneath you. his frustration only fueled your own desire, and you decide to take it up a notch.
“what’s wrong, can’t handle a little teasing?”
his chest rose and fell with labored breath, his body reacting to you in ways that he couldn’t control. deliberate movements of your body were driving him mad, the need for more a constant ache in his veins. he could no longer form coherent words; all that came out were moans and half-formed pleas.
“please”, he managed to gasp out, his voice ragged with need.
you lean down, your lips millimetres from his ear. “please what? use your words”
he could feel your breath against his ear, your voice a low, taunting whisper that sent shivers down his spine. daemon could barely form a coherent thought, let alone a response.
“touch me,” he managed to gasp out. “more. i need more.”
you got off him to sit next to him and playfully run your hand from his stomach to his groin. "look at you, you're begging me to touch you. if lord corlys found out, or lord hightower... or ser criston, how would they react?"
your touch makes his breath catch in his throat but the thought is terrifying. he shuts his eyes tightly, refusing to answer. you run a finger along his length, causing daemon inhale sharply. he was so responsive to your touch that you begin to move your hand up and down with firm grip. you see it doesn't take him long to finish if you continue at this pace.
your words sent a shiver down his spine, the command in your voice igniting an even deeper wave of desire. he could feel himself on the precipice, teetering on the edge.
“please…”, he managed to gasp out. "i-i can’t… i’m going to-"
you knew he was right on the edge. you could feel the tension in him, could see it in the way he was trembling. with a sultry smile, you leaned down, your mouth by his ear.
“not yet. you'll come when i say you can come. until then, you'll just have to suffer and beg."
his body was a taut bowstring, every muscle strained with the effort of holding himself back. each word from your mouth, each touch of your hand brought him closer to the precipice, but each time you pulled him back, refusing to let him let go.
“please…”he gasped, his voice thick with need. “please, i don’t know how much longer i can hold on.”
while your one hand continues moving, your other hand finds his neck and squeezes it. the unexpected sensation drew a strangled gasp from daemon. he tried to protest, but the words died in his throat as your other hand continued its torturous rhythm. you smile, enjoying the way his body reacts to your touch. his pulse is racing under your fingers, a testament to his desire for you. you lean down, your mouth by your ear.
“look at you, completely at my mercy. begging for my touch, powerless to do anything but comply.”
whether it's your words or your hand on his neck that drives him to the edge.
he doesn’t need to be told twice, his body arches, his back coming off the bed as he finally came undone, his breath coming in ragged gasps. he could barely speak, could barely think, his mind a swirling mess of pleasure and disbelief. it was you, a young girl who he enjoyed to tease and you reduced him to such a state. it was both terrifying and exhilarating.
