A Show You'll Never Forget
Summary: Sylus teases you with a seductive performance, binding you to his bed as he promises a show you won't forget.
Pairing: Sylus x MC/you
Genre: Smut 🔞
1,824 words. | AO3
You cannot help but feel excited at the sight of Sylus walking past you in the dimly lit room. He sits in his red leather armchair, right in front of you, while you are playing some fun mini-game on your phone, lying on his king-size bed. His smug smile grows wide as he unbuttons his black shirt with a flick of a wrist, revealing his taut, muscular chest and chiseled abs. You cannot help but stare as if you were hypnotized.
“What are you doing?” you manage to ask, your voice a breathless whisper as you continue looking at his sculpted torso.
Sylus chuckles innocently, his red eyes gleaming with mischief, his voice low and seductive.
“I thought it was obvious.” he says, his eyes never leaving yours as he unbuckles his black leather belt with his long fingers. “I’m going to give you a show, kitten. One that you will never forget.”
He stops his performance midway and takes a little red box that is sitting right next to him. He then pulls out a pair of gleaming handcuffs, letting them dangle from his fingertips.
“I’m going to need you to be a good little kitten, though. No touching will be allowed. Understood?”
His words dribble like honey, and you nod nervously, feeling a sense of excitement and urgency at the prospect of his idea. He steps closer, the scent of leather and sandalwood filling the space between you two. He lets the handcuffs trail down your arm, leaving you breathless. As he locks your wrists and fastens them to the bedpost, you can hear your heart pounding more rapidly in your chest. Sylus then turns to face you fully, his pants slowly sliding down to reveal his large, throbbing erection straining against his red silk boxers. He sits down and starts to caress his member through the fabric, which is damp with pre-cum, the outline of his arousal clearly visible. You bite your lip and look away, feeling overwhelmed for a brief moment.
“Look at me,” he orders, his eyes never leaving yours. “I want to watch your face as I pleasure myself. I want you to crave this, to ache for it.”
You obey and stare at his fingers slipping under the waistband of his boxers, his thick, veiny cock springing free and heavy in the air. He begins to stroke himself with a firm grip, his thumb tracing circles around the pinkish tip, smearing the precum already oozing out. He looks at you with hooded eyes, soft moans occasionally escaping his lips. You can feel your panties growing wet, your core desperate for some friction.
“You’re so beautiful when you’re desperate for it,” he smirks while licking his lips.
You swallow hard, this overwhelming need to touch yourself becoming more present than ever. Yet, you remain still, the handcuffs and his order serving as a constant reminder of his dominance over you.
“Please,” you whisper, the word barely audible.
“What was that?” His strokes stop right away. He stands up and leans closer to you, his cock brushing against your thigh. “Did you say something, kitten?”
You try to look away, but you feel trapped.
“I-I said please.”
“Please what, kitten?” You feel his hot breath against your neck.
“P-please…. Let me touch you.”
Sylus’s smile grows wider. “Ah, but where’s the fun in that?”
He leans back, watching you with gleaming eyes.
“Besides, you know the rule, kitten. No touching.” He gently kisses the tip of your nose, the gesture both playful and loving.
His erection remains pressed against your thigh, its heat emanating on your skin, the smell of his arousal and the aroma of his spiced and musk-filled desire filling the air around you. You can feel the slickness of his precum coating your skin.
“I want you to imagine it’s your hand,” he murmurs, his voice thick with desire.
Your breath hitches as Sylus begins to rub the head of his cock against the skin of your thigh, the friction making you squirm in anticipation. He groans loudly as he looks down at you. He is well aware of how much you enjoy listening to his grunts and moans.
“Fuck Sylus, this is so hot’, you murmur, unable to help yourself; the words slip out on a breathless exhale, words you’ve been keeping in mind since he started his little show.
Sylus chuckles softly; he goes back to stroking his shaft more deliberately, each stroke making his cock swell even more.
“Is it, sweetie? You like watching me, don’t you?”
You nod again, unable to form a coherent sentence. Your chest heaves as you watch him, your nipples hardening against the fabric of your white shirt. He notices, of course, his eyes drop to your chest with a devilish grin.
“See how much you want it? Even your body betrays you.” He purrs, his voice low and velvety. “But you can’t? Can you?”
He whispers, his hand still working his cock with a leisurely pace that is driving you crazy. The slick sounds of his palm make you clench in ecstasy. The hand not occupied with his shaft reaches out to trace your jaw, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip.
“Tell me, kitten, what would you do if I let you go?”
With a whine, you lean into his touch, your tongue flicking out to lick his thumb.
“I’d make you feel just as good,” you say softly as you close your eyes and feel the saltiness of his skin clinging to your tongue.
Sylus’s grin grows wider, his fingers retreating from your face to trail down your neck, over the curve of your breast, to your soft belly. He likes taking his time, savoring each inch of your skin. He then, stops at the apex of your thighs, his eyes full of desire, his gaze holding yours. His hand lifts up your skirt, hovering over your damp panties, the fabric clinging onto your swollen lips. Without any warning, he slides his fingers under the elastic band, exploring you gently and smearing your juices all over his hand while tracing the outline of your slit. You gasp softly.
“You’re soaking wet, kitten.”
With a wicked smile, he brings back his glistening fingers to his mouth, tasting you with a groan, his eyes never leaving yours.
“Mmmh, you taste heavenly.”
He then slides his hand up and down, lubricating every inch of his hard length with your juices. The sight is too much for you to bear, the ache between your legs growing painfully with each one of his strokes, your body begging for something, anything. With a deliberate slowness that is both agonizing and exhilarating, Sylus leans back, his cock bobbing heavily between his legs.
"Look at how much I want you," he slowly says. "How much I crave your taste and your sweetness."
You have no idea where to look. His eyes or his cock. However, you can feel your own desire pooling in your belly, soaking your panties even more. Sylus' strokes grow more frantic, the wet sounds of his hand against his hard cock becoming louder, his breathing ragged as he watches you watch him. As he gets closer and closer to the edge, you can see how his arm' muscles tighten, his jaw clenches, his forearms flex, and his hips buck slightly with each hand movement.
"You're so fucking beautiful," he groans. "The way your eyes devour me... it's intoxicating."
And with that, Sylus throws his head back, moaning loudly as the first rope of cum shoots out of him. You watch, unable to tear your gaze away as his cock continues to spurt. His voice is like music to your ears and you notice that he doesn’t seem to hold back his moans, which is delightful to you. His chest is now painted like a canvas of passion and lust, a true work of beauty in every way. When he finally opens his eyes, you see how much they are still glowing red and you sense hunger is their depths.
"I’m not done, kitten," he murmurs, his voice thick with lust
He stands up, his cock still pulsing, and he moves closer to you, his cum-covered chest glistening in the candlelight. Without a word, Sylus bends down, his mouth watering for a taste of your sweetness. You feel the heat of his breath on your swollen pussy as he gently pushes aside the damp lacy fabric of your panties. He traces the length of your slit, lapping up the juices that have been building since the moment he started teasing you. Unable to keep your voice down, you let out a lustful moan and you can imagine Sylus smirking as he works miracles down below. Sylus takes his time, his tongue swirling and flicking, teasing and tormenting until you are a mess beneath him. His hands grip your thighs firmly, keeping you in place as he hungrily tastes you. The smell of sex fills the room, a strong mix of your arousal and his own, making your head spin. You cannot move your hands, the handcuffs digging into your skin, yet you feel incredibly excited and irritated at how restrictive this is for you.
And then, you suddenly feel it, your abdomen contracting as Sylus brings you to the edge, your orgasm crashing over you like a tidal wave. You buck against his mouth, screaming his name as wave after wave of ecstasy rolls through you. His tongue never leaves your slit, lapping up every drop as if you were the most delicious treat he has ever tasted. Sylus finally pulls away, licking his lips with a satisfied smile. He reaches for the handcuffs to unlock them, his movements gentle despite the roughness of his breath.
"You did so well kitten."
He takes your wrists in his hands and rubs them tenderly, his thumbs tracing circles over the faint marks left by the restraints. You watch him, your body still buzzing with the aftershocks of your climax.
"How are you feeling, kitten?" he asks, his voice softer and genuinely concerned for your well-being.
You take a moment to catch your breath. "I... I'm okay," you manage to say, your voice still trembling from the intensity of your orgasm.
He leans forward, his mouth pressing against your forehead in a gentle kiss that sends a warm shiver down your spine.
"Let us rest for now on, you have earned it after all" he murmurs, his voice a gentle rumble that vibrates through you.
You close your eyes, letting the weight of his presence ground you. Sleep beckons, a soft, welcoming tide and you drift towards it, feeling the ghosts of his fingertips on your cheeks, the lingering warmth of his kiss on your forehead. In this moment, there is only him, only the two of you and in the haven of his embrace, you are exactly where you need to be.
Notes:
Hi there, this is my first smut ever, that is why it is so short. It's been like 15 years since I've written a fanfiction and I'm slowly getting back to it. I'm sorry if there's any grammatical mistake, English is not my first language. I really hope you'll enjoy this story!
