An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Evil (TV 2019)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: David Acosta & Kristen Bouchard & Ben Shakir, (minor) David Acosta/Kristen Bouchard, Kristen Bouchard & Original Female Character(s), Kristen Bouchard & Original Male Character(s), Kristen Bouchard & Sheryl Luria
Characters: Kristen Bouchard, Ben Shakir, David Acosta, Sheryl Luria, Original Female Character(s), Original Male Character(s)
Additional Tags: Religious Imagery & Symbolism, Religious Conflict, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Found Family, MKUltra, something something about the messiness and complicatedness of father-daughter relationships, No beta I die like a fool
Summary:
There was a brief period of time when she forgot she could climb. She still wasn’t sure how long it was, could only remember small flashes from that time. Her memory started getting consistent, less blurry when she was six, so it was probably before that.
Her father used to say when she rediscovered that she could climb, she became a menace. She climbed onto the tops of trees, the roof of her house, the roof of her school. He said that before she was so creative, so well-behaved. In those small flashes what she remembered was being a fast runner. Always running away or running towards. Causing problems. Especially for her father.
I heaved a sigh as I sipped on a beer I didn’t even like, sitting in a corner booth of the hotel bar. It wasn’t very nice, more Motel 6 than Marriott, and not nearly as nice as the hotel they put the talent up in across the street. Then again the talent brought in the money, not us lowly gofers. When I had moved to Japan from America to take this job with New Japan Pro Wrestling, this was not what I had envisioned. Six months ago I had been bright eyed and eager. Now I spent my evenings hunched over alcohol I hated to drink in an effort to dull my mind from the monotony of life. I was determined to keep soldiering on though. Eventually it had to get better. My talents would be recognized and I would be promoted to something more prestigious, opening more doors within the company.
Next to my hand my phone vibrated and beeped signaling an incoming message. With a frown I picked up the phone and peered with bleary eyes at the message.
Come here. Room 789 the text read. It was from an unknown number, but the only people I could imagine texting me like that were from my charges. I assumed one of them had changed their number without keeping me in the loop as usual. The likely culprit was probably Fale. As much as I didn’t want to, it was my job to come running when they called so I paid off my tab and slipped on my coat before trudging out into the cold winter night.
After finding Room 789 and knocking I waited in the hallway, growing impatient as the minutes stretched with no answer. In aggravation I pounded loudly on the door three times, shrinking back when the door was ripped open and I was faced with the glowering countenance of Evil.
“You’re not Wyn.” Evil spat accusingly.
Immediately I realized what must have happened, my phone and Wyn’s only being a digit apart as they were company issued, but I certainly wasn’t going to tell Evil he had dialed the wrong number.
“If you just hang on a few minutes, I’ll get her over here.” I told him already turning to hurry back to my hotel. Instead he grabbed me by the arm to stop my retreat.
“No. You kept us waiting long enough.” He said. “You will do it.”
Before I could protest he released my arm and disappeared into the hotel room before returning a moment later and shoving a piece of paper in my hand and then slamming the door in my face. As much as I wanted to argue, I knew that wasn’t the beast course of action. If push came to shove New Japan wasn’t going to have my back and wouldn’t care that Los Ingobernables weren’t my responsibility.
I could just call Wyn and text her the list, but I had a feeling Evil wouldn’t take kindly to me circumventing his directives so I begrudgingly headed to the elevator shopping list in hand. My sympathy for Wyn compounded as I read the list, feeling disgusted that they expected me to purchase them condoms and KY Jelly on top of all the snacks and drinks that had been requested. I kept my head down, avoiding the cashier’s gaze as the many boxes of condoms were rung up and darted out as soon as I had finished paying clutching the bags to my chest and hurrying back to Evil’s hotel room.
This time Evil didn’t bother to acknowledge me, grabbing the bags from my hands and moving to shut the door in my face once again. I can only blame sheer stupidity for what I did next. After the embarrassment I had just endured the edges of my temper were frayed, causing his rudeness to rub me the wrong way. Sticking out my foot I stopped the door before it shut.
“Excuse me? I can’t even get a thank you?” I snapped when Evil glared at my foot. “I don’t even work for you and you make me run your little errands and you can’t even bother exhibiting some simple manners?”
I shrieked in surprise when Evil grabbed my wrist and yanked me into the hotel room, the door shutting ominously behind me as he pushed me backwards onto the bed.
“You want a thank you?” He snarled crawling up my body with his hands pulling at his belt buckle.
“What do you think you’re doing?” I asked trying to keep my voice calm and even as he pulled his belt free and reached for my wrists. My struggles to free myself were for naught and in seconds he had my hands lashed to the headboard. “Very funny Evil. You need to knock this off and let me go. Now.”
“You think I’m playing?” He growled straddling my body. “You think this is a game?”
“I’ve heard about you. I know how you love to play games. I’m not falling into your trap so get off me.” I said proud that my voice didn’t waver as Evil pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it to the side before unbuttoning his pants. I had heard all about Los Ingos and the way they played. How they tricked women into submitting for them with no more than polished words and good looks. I wasn’t looking at becoming another statistic for them.
As brave as my words were, they didn’t stop me from staring at Evil as he moved down my body his thick fingers playing at the waist band of my jeans before tugging them down my legs and tossing them over his shoulder. Swallowing heavily I couldn’t find it in me to protest as Evil removed my panties and knelt between my legs his broad shoulders pushing them wide as he lowered his mouth to my heat.
I whimpered embarrassingly as his lips hovered over my pussy, his breath warm on my skin and making me ache and long for his tongue. The first swipe of his tongue had my hips bucking into his face making Evil grab them and hold me to the bed as he made repeated long slow strokes through my quickly dampening pussy. I cried out as his lips closed around my clit, sucking it into his mouth and pushing at the swollen nub with his tongue, sharp teeth nibbling as I lay helplessly under him. With a sharp order to stay still Evil moved his hand off my hip, spreading my cunt and licking it with his flat tongue, broad strokes that had me panting and begging him to make me cum.
Evil’s hand moved between my legs, sliding beneath his mouth to probe at my hole, first one finger dipping inside and twisting, then two. His fingers were long and thick, curling and twisting inside me as he sucked vigorously on my clit. In seconds I was screaming out my climax, body stiffening as Evil ate me threw my orgasm, lapping up my juices as I fell limp against the mattress.
Wordlessly Evil climbed up my body, releasing my wrists and rolling off the bed.
Notes in Advanced: Nope. Mainly, barbecues and heat rising lol.
Since your husband Evil and his tag team partner Sanada won the NJPW Tag Team belt 4 days ago, you decided to have a bit of a barbecue with friends, coworkers (since you both work for NJPW), and of course the LIJ stable for a bit of a celebration. Everyone came together, talked it out, and decided who was going to bring what except for Sanada and your husband. "Sweetheart, I'm home. Something smells good," he says as he opens the door. "I know I'm cooking, babe, "you reply back.
He walks up, kisses your shoulder, and asks, "Did you see my match? We won the Tag Team belt." You smile and say, "Of course I did. I nearly lost when Sanada pinned him. I was so happy for you." "Y/N, is everyone here for the barbecue, get together thing?" "Yeah, Yukiko brought the drinks, I'm cooking with the food with Mei currently, Hiromu made the cheese, fruit, meat/prawn appetizer, Naito is grilling the yakitori lamb chops and chicken outside and Bushi brought the cooler since I have no idea where mine is," You say to him and he looks into your eyes. He smiles, nods his head, and gives you a peck on the lips.
You tell him to wait as you finish cooking the potatoes and barbecue pork and kobe beef. You turn around, put in a big pan, and brings it outside on the big table beside the grill, nodding your head at Naito. You look around as everyone's eating, drinking, splashing in the pool, lounging, laughing, and enjoying themselves. As you walk back into the kitchen, EVIL pulls you back in the house, closes the plexiglass door, brings you into the kitchen, and sits you on the counter. He smirks and says, "Where was I? Oh yeah!"
He starts to give you a peck on the lips only for it to turn into a makeup session. He reached under your black sundress and took off your panties while kissing your neck. You say, "Baby, I don't know about this. I want to but what about everyone outside? What if someone walks in?" He says while putting his glorious dick out, "This just mean we can have more risky fun, princess." You jump off of the counter, look up at him, and giggles. "What's funny, Y/N?" He asks. You blushes and began to swirl your tongue around his tip. He holds onto the counter as you began to suck and take him in.
You kept sucking deeper as he puts his hand in your hair while moaning and saying, "Mmmm, sweetheart. You're gonna make me cum." You stop, give him a big smile, and sits back on the counter. "I'm gonna make you pay for that." As he said those words, you felt wetness ooze inside you. He spread your legs and began kissing on your inner thighs. Then, he reached the palace. You felt waves of pleasure hit as he licked and sucks your sensitive bud and he fingered you. You felt a sinister smile on his face as he began to pump his finger faster, causing you to moan even louder.
He finally stops and you came on his fingers. He rose, sucks the wetness of his fingers, and kissed you again. "I can taste myself." "I bet you can, Y/N." He began his stroke his dick and positions it at your entrance and says, "Before we do this, I want your consent. You sure?" You and your head yes and he quickly rammed in once as your gasp and moan. He began to start calmly, his thrusts turn quick, pleasurable, and sharp. "Right there, yes, mmmm." While moaning and Evil groaning and putting your leg up, Hiromu, Bushi, Sanada, and Naito accidentally walked in on you both without you knowing and walked back out.
He takes you off of the counter, turns you around, and slaps your ass while saying mmmm. He inserts in back in while holding onto your hips. The new angle caused you to feel a new sensation as you hold onto the counter. He grips your hips and thrusts quicker while grunting and saying, “This is worth celebrating. Oooh, you feel so good and tight baby."
"I'm almost there, baby." "Me too," he quietly moans while groaning. You moan louder when he began to suck on your nipple. He thrusts faster making your hit your head and you both cum within each other. You both pant and stay in each other's brace. You clean each up, put each other's clothes back on, and walk back outside. As everyone is still enjoying themselves, the whole LIJ stable looks at you as you walk towards the pool. Naito smirks while saying to Evil, "Based on the look on your face, it looks like you had lots of fun." "You can say that," Evil replies as he looks at you playing with your friends in the pool.
Warnings: Threesome m/f/m (no slash), Oral sex, anal sex, smut, language
Evil’s truck glided to a stop in front of Hiromu’s curb, honking the horn and hiding his smile at Hiromu’s contagious enthusiasm as he bounced down the steps. Sliding into Evil’s truck Hiromu grinned practically bouncing on the leather seats as they pulled away from the curb.
“This is gonna be so much fun!” Hiromu exclaimed. “We haven’t been out in a long time.”
“I know.” Evil said. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s not your fault Evil.” Hiromu said his smile dimming a bit. “It’s not your fault I was stupid and got hurt.”
“Knock that off Hiromu.” Evil said sharply. “I don’t want to hear that crap.”
Hiromu nodded and let out a sigh before his smile regained its former state.
“You’re right. No feeling sorry for myself. We’re just going to find some pretty friends to play with.”
“Female friends.” Evil said pointedly.
“Yes, yes Evil. Female friends.” Hiromu said with a roll of his eyes. “I know you don’t like to play that way.”
“You can bring home whoever you want Hiro.” Evil said. “I don’t care.”
“I know you don’t Evil.” Hiromu said. “But I want to play with you tonight. There’s no way I’m missing the chance to be in charge.” He grinned at Evil impishly as he reminded him of the rash promise Evil had made in an effort to make up for his less than stellar actions towards Hiromu the past few months.
The ride continued in the comfortable silence that only comes with longtime friendship, HIromu watching the buildings fly past the window as Evil tore through the streets at speeds well beyond the limits until they pulled into the parking lot of a club they used to frequent when Hiromu first joined Los Ingobernables.
"I missed this place!” Hiromu exclaimed as they walked into the pulsing atmosphere. His head bobbed with the music as they made their way to a table on the outskirts of the dance floor. Drinks were quickly ordered and delivered, the men sipping on their drinks while checking out the dance floor.
“She’s pretty.” Hiromu said pointing to a woman grinding on the dance floor with bright red died hair.
“No.”
“How about her?” He nodded at another girl with her hair cut short to her head who walked past with a drink in her hand.
“No.”
Hiromu huffed in irritation, glaring at Evil with a side-eye before moving on to the next one.
“Her.” Hiromu said looking at a pretty girl with legs for days.
“No.”
“C’mon Evil,” Hiromu whined. “You promised not to be an asshole.”
Evil sighed in resignation throwing his hands up and motioning for Hiromu to take the lead. He had promised Hiromu he would behave himself and let Hiromu be in charge, a promise he was quickly regretting. Evil did not handle letting others take control well.
“Pick who you want.” Evil conceded. “You’re the boss.”
Hiromu grinned excitedly and bounced off his seat wading into the writhing bodies looking for the perfect prospect while Evil nursed his beer watching the bobbing head of HIromu disappear in the crowd. It went against his every instinct to let Hiromu lead the way, but Evil was trying his best to mend the fences his boorish behavior had bent. For Hiromu he would bite his tongue and cede control.
A few minutes later Hiromu made his way back to the table with a busty brunette hanging off his arm.
“Evil, this is Megu. Megu this is my friend Evil.” Hiromu introduced grandly motioning to Evil to shake her hand when she extended it when he stared blankly at it. Reluctantly Evil did so, dropping her hand as quickly as he could deem polite by Hiromu’s standards.
For the next half hour Evil played Hiromu’s little game, engaging in conversation with Megu and Hiromu as he wove his web around her with his charming words. His fingers were itching to wrap around her hair and drag her to the nearest hallway, but Evil kept his cool letting Hiromu direct the evening.
Sensing Evil’s growing impatience Hiromu knew he was going to have to hurry along their evening. He appreciated Evil playing along this far. HIromu knew it went against everything that Evil was. It only made him love the big guy more that he was willing to go against his very nature to make up for his imagined slights against Hiromu.
In minutes the trio were heading towards Evil’s truck, sandwiching Megu in the middle with Hiromu plastered to her side. Evil fired up the truck, pulling out of the lot with a squeal of tires and heading back towards Hiromu’s place.
“Mine?” HIromu said pulling his mouth from Megu’s neck as he noticed where they were heading.
“Unless you want the temptation of my dungeon hanging over this little rendezvous I think it’s for the best.” Evil muttered.
“Evil-san is such a good friend. Isn’t he Megu?” HIromu said pleased with Evil’s effort. “Why don’t you put your mouth on his cock as a thank you?”
Hiromu’s hand went to the back of Megu’s head and guided it to Evil’s crotch. Reaching for his zipper Megu freed Evil’s cock and lowered her mouth to it, sucking him deep in her throat on the first pass making Evil groan in appreciation.
“Focus on the road Evil-san,” Hiromu chastised as Evil’s hand dropped from the steering wheel to Megu’s head. “Let Megu please you.”
Reluctantly Evil moved his hand back to the wheel and tampered down his irritation and focusing on Megu’s tongue circling his cock. Gripping the wheel tightly Evil took deep breaths and focused on driving through the streets as Megu sucked him off.
Pulling up to the curb in front of Hiromu’s house, Evil shut off the engine, pulling Megu off him and shoving his cock back into his pants as HIromu guided Megu out the passenger’s side. Hiromu wrapped his arms around Megu guiding her up the steps as he kissed and nipped at her neck as the entered the house.
Leading her straight to the bedroom while stripping her clothes along the way and tossing them behind as Evil dodged the flying articles.
“On the bed Evil-san.” Hiromu grinned as he watched Evil comply, stripping off his clothes and settling against the headboard.
“Climb on Megu,” Hiromu said slapping her ass and making her giggle as she climbed up the bed and straddled Evil’s laps.
Immediately Evil’s hands went to her hips, gripping them tight enough to leave white marks outlining his fingers and slamming her down onto his cock making Megu cry out as he impaled her.
“Evil,” Hiromu warned. “Not like that.”
“Are you serious Hiro?” Evil ground out in irritation.
“Yep.” Hiromu grinned. “Remember when you wouldn’t let me cum in that hotel room? Consider this payback.”
“I forget what a manipulative little shit you are.” Evil complained though he removed his hands and let Megu set the pace at Hiromu’s directive.
“That’s why we get along so well.” Hiromu said cheerfully as he began undressing himself.
Reaching into his nightstand drawer HIromu grabbed a bottle of lube before climbing between Evil’s legs and kneeling behind Megu. Coating his fingers generously Hiromu began prepping Megu slipping a finger into her tight asshole and sliding it in and out until she was ready for him to add a second and then third finger. His fingers scissored inside Megu as she rode Evil’s cock until he pulled them free and coated his cock with lube.
“You ready for me pretty Megu?” HIromu cooed in her ear, teasing his tip against her opening.
At her consent Hiromu pushed his cock in slowly, stopping her movements on Evil as he pushed past her ring making Megu cry out in pain. Keeping still Hiromu let her adjust to his cock before slowly resuming his movements.
“Hey!” Evil commanded sharply pinching Megu’s thighs. “I didn’t tell you to stop.”
Hiromu let that one slide with an indulgent shake of his head grabbing Megu’s hips and guiding her movements on Evil in time with his own thrusts. Grunts and groans filled the air, sweat dripping down their bodies as they took their pleasure from Megu’s willing body.
When they were done Evil shoved her off his lap and headed into Hiromu’s bathroom and straight to the shower leaving Hiromu to deal with Megu. Toweling off his hair Evil stopped short as he entered the bedroom and saw Megu laying in Hiromu’s arms.
Warnings: Explicit language, mentions of dungeon play, knife play, blood play, mentions of pain play, mentions of smut, sexual content, female receiving oral sex
My relationship, for lack of a better term, with Evil worked for a simple reason: neither one of us was looking for commitment. We were compatible, our sex life off the charts, and when we were done we went our separate ways. We both enjoyed pain in the bedroom; him giving, me receiving. About the only source of consternation between us was the dungeon. Evil knew how much I enjoyed my time down there, so he refused to give it to me. Only on rare occasions and after making me jump through hoop after hoop would he allow me entrance. Try as I might I had yet to find anyone who could work me over like Evil could, so I kept coming back. Not that I minded the games he liked to play for me to earn my dungeon time.
Unfortunately Evil was not playing ball this time around. I was frankly getting desperate. It had been months since he had allowed me in the dungeon, and to make matters worse he was refusing to even play rough with me outside of the dungeon walls. I felt like a junky craving a fix as I stared longingly at the door to the dungeon sipping at my coffee. Sighing in frustration I put my cup down and headed to the bathroom hoping a hot shower would soothe my need.
I glared at Evil’s sleeping form barely resisting the urge to kick the bed and startle him awake as I shed my clothes and walked into the master bathroom. I frowned as I caught sight of my reflection and my disgustingly blemish free body. Not a single scratch, bruise or bite mark to be found. No handprints littering my ass or tits. Nothing. Turning away I climbed under the hot spray, letting the water burn my skin leaving red patches that stung deliciously. Instead of freeing my mind as I hoped, the shower only reinforced my desire to be used and abused by Evil. My core was aching and skin itching to feel the bite of his whips.
Wrapped in a towel I returned to the bedroom to find Evil still softly snoring, his leg peeking out from under the sheets and sending my mind into a tailspin as I remembered that thigh beneath my grinding pussy, Evil’s hands digging into my hips as he controlled my movements. It was amazing, but not enough to give me what I needed.
Heading back to my now cold coffee I leaned against the counter staring at that door as if it were taunting me. Before I realized it I had crept over to the drawer that held the key, pulling it out and glancing from the key to the door. Biting my lip I cast a worried glance down the hallway listening intently for any signs of life before sealing my fate and thrusting the key in.
The door closed heavily behind me and I hurried down the stairs, feeling a sense of peace wash over me as I hit the last step and flipped on the switch encasing the room in dim lighting. It didn’t have the same oppressive presence as when Evil was down here, waiting in that throne of his, but it would have to do. I just needed a couple of minutes to take the edge off.
Hurrying over to the cabinets I knew like the back of my hands I pulled out a vibrator and then a set of nipple and clit clamps before perusing the cabinet of whips and paddles. Reaching for the leather cat o’nines I stroked it softly with my fingers.
“Not that one. That’s not going to hurt nearly enough.”
Evil’s voice in my ear had me nearly jumping out of my skin, my heart beating frantically in my chest. I had no clue how he had managed to enter the dungeon and sneak up on me without me having the faintest clue, but judging by the sound of his voice I may have bitten off more than I could chew.
“Evil,” I said breathlessly. “I’m sorry.”
“You’re special to me. That’s the only reason I’m not throwing you out on your ass for daring to enter the dungeon without my permission.” Evil hissed as I slowly turned around to face him, shuddering as I saw the coldness mixed with abject disappointment in his eyes.
“I’m sorry.” I said again wincing as his lip jumped in a silent snarl.
“The dungeon is not your personal playground.” Evil snapped. “It is my sanctuary. You have betrayed my trust by entering it without permission.”
“I’m so sorry.” I plead again.
“Shut up!” Evil yelled. “If I hear sorry one more time I will fucking lose it.”
I was wise enough to recognize not to push Evil, though a part of me wanted to apologize one more time just to see what he would do. Luckily my sense of self-preservation was still hanging by a thread and I kept my mouth shut.
“Get on the table.” Evil said quietly.
I didn’t have to ask what table. I knew exactly what he meant. My heart was pounding as I slowly moved towards the marble table, shivering as I lay down on the cold stone. I forced myself not to complain, knowing I had earned this with my trespassing. Knife play was the one thing Evil and I didn’t agree on. It was the wrong side of painful and honestly scared the crap out of me being tied down while he sliced my skin to shreds. One by one he secured my limbs in thick leather cuffs. I could feel the disapproval radiating off him, meeting his cold dark eyes as he leaned over me to secure a blindfold over my eyes then a gag in my mouth.
A sharp sting on my right nipple had me crying out against the mask in surprise, then pain flowed through me followed by sparks of desire as Evil attached alligator clamps to my nipples. I was slightly more prepared for the clamp attached to my clit, but the heady buzz of pain still had me moaning around the gag.
Evil moved to my head, grabbing a handful of hair and twisting it mercilessly around his fist. Tears pricked my eyes against the blindfold as he leaned down to hiss into my ear.
“There will be no pleasure for you.” He promised. “Not for a very long time.”
Evil knew exactly what he was doing as he kept me waiting in tense anticipation, his knives clanging together as he moved them about, fingers dancing along my limps in a teasingly light touch that had me both yearning for more and dreading the inevitable touch of the blade. I almost felt relief when the first blade sliced through my skin, my cry muffled by the gag as blood rose to the surface and my flesh stung.
Evil leaned down, his tongue dragging across the wound, lapping at my blood. The knife cut across my skin in random movements; down my arm, across my stomach, around my nipple. Never knowing where he was going to strike next was a heady aphrodisiac, but the fear in my gut kept me unable to derive pleasure just as Evil had promised.
Bile rose in my throat when he dragged his finger through the most recent wound and smeared the blood across my face. I could feel the wet stickiness as Evil positioned himself beside me and dragged the pointed edge of his knife across my pussy lips then lay the blade down balancing it on my mound.
I blinked in surprise as my blindfold was suddenly removed, squinting against the dim light and seeing Evil’s blood tinged grin hovering over my face as he pulled my gag free.
“Now comes the fun part.” He said bringing his mouth to mine. I gagged as his tongue invaded my mouth, tasting my blood on his kiss, my head held in place by his hands as he plundered my mouth repeatedly. I could only watch helplessly as he picked up his knife once again bound in place by restraints as he dragged in through my slit ripping a heart wrenching scream from my lips that continued as Evil lowered his mouth to my count, laving his tongue through my folds and feasting on the combination of my juices and blood until I was hoarse.
Evil took her roughly locking one hand on her hip the other gripping her throat as he pounded into her. As he approached his climax he tightened his grip on her throat cutting off Aeron’s air and pushing her over the edge as she bucked against his dick climaxing around him as he shot his cum into her. He liked that she still challenged him as he held his grip on her throat, eyes meeting his as if to dare him to hurt her.
“Fuck I wanna hurt you.” He ground out as he slid out of her loosening his hold on her throat.
“I’ll let you.” Aeron replied meeting his eyes seriously. “I want it to hurt.”
“Yeah? You gonna let me bust that pretty ass of yours?” He said reaching to painfully squeeze said ass.
“Yes.” She gasped. It had been a long time since someone had brought out her sick side enough to play. She wanted to let Evil use and abuse her. To make her hurt. She liked pain. She really liked it during sex. It just wasn’t often she came across someone she found worthy enough to let use her like that. The fact that his little girlfriend was in the other room and could hear the sounds coming from the room made it better. She could imagine how uncomfortable and angry the girl was as the sounds from the bedroom filtered to the sitting room through the air vents.
Evil flipped Aeron over onto her stomach giving her a firm slap on her ass.
“Don’t move.” He commanded rising from the bed. Making his way to the closet he smirked as he found exactly what he was looking for. Aeron was making this almost too easy. He grabbed a couple scarves and a belt and made his way back to the bed. Positioning Aeron on her knees he bound her hands to the headboard before wrapping a silk scarf around her neck and making a slip knot so it would tighten when pulled.
“Do you want me to fuck your pussy while I turn your ass red?” He asked giving a tug on his makeshift leash.
“Yes.” Aeron hissed as he teased her entrance with the tip of his cock.
“Yes what?” He prodded smirking when he felt her tense under his hand.
“Yes sir.” Aeron ground out after a brief debate with herself.
“Good girl.” He said patronizingly. With that he thrust into her dripping pussy smiling when she gagged as he yanked on the scarf. With each thrust he slapped her ass, admiring the clear handprint marks peppering her pale cheeks, each slap getting harder and leaving a deeper imprint. Her panting gasps were driving Evil on, and as his slaps got harder her moans got louder and the juices flowed out of her coating his cock. Her hips thrust back to meet his thrusts and with one last brutal slap that left his hand stinging Evil pulled out of her as she came with a strangled scream.
Leaning back to catch his breath Evil grinned as he saw the bruises quickly forming on her pale skin. There were few things he liked more than to see his handiwork littering the bodies he left broken beneath him.
“Is that all you’ve got?” Aeron challenged looking over her shoulder at him with a taunting smirk.
“Oh honey I haven’t even started. I’ve got this nice belt sitting here that hasn’t even been touched.” Evil replied holding up the leather belt he had pulled from her closet. It was thick and stiff, obviously new and he was sure it was going to hurt like a bitch. He didn’t think she would mind all that much though, judging by the light that entered her eyes when he held it up.
He moved so quickly she didn’t have time to brace herself a hiss escaping as the leather bit into the already tender skin on her butt. Again and again he brought the belt down in sharp strops that had Aeron wriggling away from the onslaught. Only when he was satisfied he had covered every inch of her ass with belt marks did Evil adjust his target snapping into the tender flesh of her thighs. Aeron couldn’t contain the strangled moan that escaped as the pain seared through her.
“You like that?” Evil teased giving another quick slap to her thigh.
“Yes sir.” Aeron bit out when he struck her roughly. Evil wound the scarf in his hand up tighter pulling it taut against her throat and arching her backwards before slapping her thighs quickly in succession. Putting down the belt he slid three of his fingers into her dripping pussy ramming them home as she pressed back against him. Evil was met with a grunt of disapproval when he removed his fingers from Aeron.
“Greedy little bitch.” He said slapping her butt. “You get what I give you.”
He moved to the headboard rearranging the scarves so he could flip Aeron over onto her back.
“Now you keep your legs spread. If you close them I’m gonna stop and we are done. Do you understand?” Evil asked rubbing his thumb over her clit as he spoke.
“Yes I understand.” Aeron said pressing against his hand.
“Do I have to tell you again?” He asked stopping his motions. Aeron grit her teeth in irritation. If the man wasn’t bringing her so much damn pleasure she would tell him to fuck off.
“No sir, I’m sorry.” She ground out. “I understand your direction sir.”
“That wasn’t so hard was it?” He smirked. He knew how pride worked. It was driving her crazy having to call him sir, but she was so into what he was doing she was letting him get away with it.
As Evil situated himself between her legs spreading her lips open for his enjoyment he teasingly rubbed the belt’s leather across her clit. He chuckled as her eyes were wide with anticipation and a smidgeon of fear. When he snapped his belt across her nipple, she was surprised, having been so focused on him between her legs that she never saw the movement. But oh it felt so damn good as the fire ripped through her breast. Evil was very good, she would give him that, never following a pattern, just snapping the belt randomly, sometimes on the breast, sometimes across the nipple and sometimes a direct strike on the clit. She was teetering so close to the edge of orgasm it wasn’t going to take much to send her over. Tossing the belt behind him Evil rammed his thick cock into her swollen pussy grunting in pleasure as her cunt gripped his length. Aeron’s legs wrapped around his waist urging him on as he thrust into her wildly. A few well-placed flicks to her throbbing clit were all it took for Aeron to clench around him in climax yet again. As soon as she finished Evil pulled out climbing to straddle her chest and thrusting into her mouth. He reached down to grab the scarf yanking it taught and cutting off her air supply as he fucked her mouth until he came. When his cum filled her mouth she could barely swallow it her throat so constricted by the scarf. Evil held it tight until he was satisfied every drop had been swallowed and only then released her.
He climbed off the bed admiring his handiwork, the crisscrossing belt marks stood out beautifully on her skin, her nipples reddish and swollen bruises beginning to form, her ass already black and blue.
“I may just leave you here all night. Tied up for my use.” Evil said as he looked over the bound beauty. “Maybe I’ll let my brothers come fuck your pretty pussy. Of course you’re such a whore you’d probably like that wouldn’t you?”
“No.” Aeron denied unconvincingly making Evil smirk. He recognized that look in her eye very well. He’d seen it many times in his dungeon. She was so far gone she would do anything and everything just to get more from him. He was going to have some fun with her.
But first there was the little matter of his girlfriend to deal with.
Walking out into the sitting area of the hotel suite Evil looked over his soon to be ex-girlfriend noting her red rimmed eyes and broken hearted expression with scorn.
“You can go now.” Evil said pointing at the door in dismissal. “I don’t need you anymore.”
Warnings: Mentions of smut, BDSM play, whipping aftermath, explicit language
Evil’s pacing like a caged tiger was the only hint of his agitation. His face remained carefully blank, his fingers trailing over her exposed thigh, tapping along the flesh as she remained infuriatingly mute. He could picture the taunting smIrk that was sure to be curving her luscious lips pressed though it was into the head rest.
His eyes roamed over her body, taking inventory of the raised red welts littering her back and legs. Curling his fingers Evil raked his fingers over the wounds unable to stop the growl of frustration from leaving his lips when she barely flinched under the barrage.
“Just give me what I want.” Evil hissed in her ear once again dragging his nails down her back.
When the silence continued Evil decided on a new course of action, unlatching the restraints binding Miana to the table and dragging her to a stand by her hair. He was right. She did have a taunting smirk, exactly as he pictured it making Evil’s palm itch to smack it off. He refrained himself, instead dragging her over to his beams and methodically hanging her by the wrists leaving her on her tip toes.
Moving to his cupboards of toys Evil tapped his with his forefinger as he perused the options. What did he have to do to make her scream? All the times he had Miana down here and he had yet to hear that elusive scream. Even working her over with Naito and Bushi hadn’t elicited one. If it wasn’t so frustrating he would probably admire her ability to take the punishment he dished out without a peep. The only sounds he could drag from her were those of pleasure and while intoxicating they were not what he was looking for from the dungeon.
He could feel her watching him as he perused his toys, her eyes hungry as they devoured him.
“We could get to the fun stuff if you would just cooperate.” He said without looking in her direction, selecting long thing whip with metal tips before moving onto the next cabinet.
“Oh Evil, you know you’re going to end up fucking me soon. You’re going to get too worked up and have to take me.” Miana taunted. “Just like you always do.”
Evil swallowed back his irritation at the truth of her words. He never could resist her, not when her body was painted with his marks, her moans breathless and needy, cunt glistening with juices just begging for his cock.
“I like it when you say my name Miana, but I’m going to like it more when you scream for me.”
“Do your worst.” She challenged.
Slowly he turned around, flashing a wicked grin at Miana.
The line to meet the members of Los Ingobernables de Japon had stretched around the venue, weaving and winding around the ring. It was a rare occasion that all five of them were in the United States together. Even rarer that they were doing a meet and greet before an event. Now that you were only about five people away from the front of the line, you couldn’t believe it was almost happening. Your eyes darted from member to member, watching their interactions with fans, though your gaze kept lingering on your favorite. There was something about Evil that had captured your attention from the first time you saw him and you were now hopelessly hooked. You were pleased with the order of greeting as it meant Evil would be the last one you met, hopeful that it would allow you a few extra seconds with the man you were infatuated with.
Finally, it was your turn, and it was with nerves of anticipation buzzing in your stomach that you stepped through the ropes. The first member you met was Hiromu Takahashi, a bright smile on your face as you greeted the odd young man and his kitty friend Daryl. After taking your picture and getting your autograph signed you moved on to Bushi and then Sanada. You struggled to form a coherent sentence with Sanada. The man was almost too pretty for words. Pictures didn’t do him justice and you felt like a blushing school girl when he smiled at you and pulled you in for a hug. And perhaps his hands lingered just a bit too long on the curve of your hips, but you weren’t’ complaining, giggling when he winked at you before ushering you off in Naito’s direction.
Tetsuya Naito was a trip and a half, leaving you walking away unsure if you should be pissed off or turned on by his words. The man had a silver tongue and a way with words that left you quite unsure whether he was insulting you or hitting on you. Shaking your head with a small smile on your face you made your way to Evil’s table. You had to stop for a moment to take in the man’s beauty, admiring his broad chest and muscular arms encased in a black long sleeve Los Ingobernables shirt and tight black jeans that hugged his thick thighs.
“Well, c’mon little girl, don’t be shy,” Evil said, his voice breaking you out of your blatant staring at the man. You smiled sheepishly and walked over to the man, holding the picture you wanted signed out to him.
“What’s your name?” he asked, his husky voice sending shivers down your spine as you tried to not make a complete idiot of yourself.
“Y/N,” You said quietly, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth. The fact that he stared at the movement helped you regain a little bit of your confidence. At least he wasn’t completely immune to your charms.
“Can I touch you?” You boldly asked slapping your hand over your mouth, unable to believe you had voiced those words aloud.
“Depends where you’re wanting to touch me,” he replied, giving you a blatant, slow once over. You were unable to stop your eyes from darting down to his crotch and prayed he didn’t notice. Slowly raising your eyes to his, you could see he had in fact noticed, a smug smile planted firmly on his face. “Oh yeah, you can definitely touch me there.” He chuckled darkly, making your breath hitch. He pulled you to his side, pressing you firmly to his body as the photograph took the photo. You were walking away in a daze when he called out to you. “Come see me after the show.”
You dumbly nodded, turning away as a huge smile split your face and you giddily made your way to your seat.
