@sunhalf, unprompted : she's not broken in yet—— but she's getting close, can feel it, pride and self-control starting to give way under tartaglia's words and fingers and mouth. aika strains against her bindings, gasping and whimpering, back against his chest, and knowing she could free herself with ease, and isn't that proof? of her devotion, that she's this desperate and still behaving, still playing along? every smart remark she's bitten out, every smug grin and condescending laugh betrayed by the fact that aika adores tartaglia, because she's stayed bound and pliant and submissive and it would be so easy to make it stop. every loving strike she's earned, every tug of her hair, all of the sweet cruelty she's endured—— proof of her trust and adoration.
their hand against her throat, holding her to their chest, tightens just barely as they add a third finger and she whines, pathetic and loving. not broken yet—— they've yet to train it out of her, but aika can tell it's getting close. it's embarrassing and a thrill; so few get to do this. aika so rarely gets to feel this way.
❝ t—— tar—— ❞ it's too many syllables, and it's so hard to focus, and she hears how thin the thread of power is left in her voice. ❝ so close, c'mon, pl—— ❞ SHE IS CLOSE, if she's even considering begging. she thinks she's crying, and it feels so good to be so weak and choosing it, to ache-without-hurting in her killer's hands. thoughts a blur of desperation and awe and please, please, please. ❝ i w—— wan—— wanna finish!! ❞
❝ sweet thing, ❞ he croons. he loves to see her like this, so close to breaking; it might be his favorite look on her. ( well, not really; all of aika is his favorite, he wouldn’t be a proper lover if it wasn’t true. but he does adore this. ) he hooks his fingers deep within her, heel of his palm grinding down against her clit and thinks—— he’s lucky. he’s so lucky, to have her, to be able to pull apart every single façade from her and have her honest and good underneath him. ❝ just a bit further, i promise. ❞
it’s not a lie, of course. he’d never lie to her. but as he feels her start to thrash—— feels her hips pick up—— listens to her cries—— he stops. he said it’d be just a bit, didn’t he? he’s only playing by the rules of the scene.
there’s a half moment of confusion where aika remains still, trembling in their arms, as they lazily wipes their fingers on her thigh. one, two, then: ❝ you—— you promised, ❞ she whines, pressing back against them and turning her head to glare up at them. the effect is ruined by her tears. if she could kick them, she could—— they know this, can feel the muscles in her thigh tense as they pat it. ❝ i was so close, you said—— ❞
❝ i didn’t say i’d let you finish, ❞ he reminds her sharply. she blinks the tears out of her eyes and starts to pout, but he merely pinches her hip in warning. ❝ you’ve been so good. don’t ruin all of that now. ❞ ‘ or else ’ goes unsaid. there are far worse things he could be doing to her. ❝ be good for me. ❞ follow the scene. ❝ alright? ❞
she licks her lips. her eyes dart away from his face and back again. for a moment, he thinks she’ll snark back—— beautifully arrogant despite how ruined she is, full of fire and challenge and confidence. he wouldn’t mind—— doesn’t mind being crueler, knows that it’ll be something that she enjoys, but—— she nods once instead, wordless, quick. the admission alone is enough to give him pause before the hand around her throat shifts to splay over her stomach, holding her close.
( yes, yes—— always what she enjoys. whatever she needs from him, he’ll always provide. )
❝ one more time, ❞ he says. it’s not a promise. he waits until she stops trembling, until she relaxes against him—— then he slips three fingers back inside her, shallowly thrusting them in and out. he builds her orgasm back up again, smiling against her as aika starts to tremble in his arms again. she squirms in her bindings, letting out soft gasps of air ( perfect, she’s so perfect like this ) and he almost lets her tip over. he doesn’t, of course. no matter how much he wants to.
❝ again. ❞ it doesn’t even bother pulling out its fingers, waiting until she stops squeezing around them. her pulse doesn’t relent, though, quick as a rabbit in its hands. ( aika is just as excited as you are, it reminds itself, and how that makes it flush. no one can match you quite like she can. ) she gets there faster, legs straining from where they're hooked around his—— she doesn't quite sob as it pulls away, but it's a near thing, and that alone leaves it feeling smug. and maybe a bit hot under the collar, too.
❝ ajax, ❞ she cries, forehead pressed against the curve of his neck. ❝ ajax, i—— ❞ aika doesn't say please. it laughs, pressing her thighs apart as it grins down at her. she meets his gaze with her own teary one.
❝ you know what to say, ❞ he says sweetly. for a moment, he thinks she might really say ‘ please ’ , lips pursing with the first syllable as she nearly breaks—— he'd be so good to her, he'd put his fingers back and make her come immediately if she did. but then there's that fire again, that confidence—— and she curls her lips into a sneer instead. not yet, she's telling him.
well, what she wants is what she gets. he grins with more teeth.
❝ i don't think you've earned it, ❞ ajax says. ❝ let's go again. ❞