DNI if you are a MINOR or TRIGGERED BY DARK CONTENT
Kinktober – Day 27
You wanted his honesty.
Foot play, caning, sadism (?), impact play, lots of lead up, ass slapping
There was something about Xerxes Break that always caught your intrigue. The mystery that Xerxes occupied your mind more and more lately, and even now, as you were standing against the balcony’s railing, admiring the night sky and the cool breeze that came with it, your thoughts were on him.
“Do you often spend your nights looking up at the moon, my lady?” a voice broke through the silence.
If you were surprised, you didn’t show it. You turned to your left, eyes meeting those familiar crimson ones.
‘Think of the devil, I guess,’ you thought.
You turned back to face the moon before responding. “I do. It calms me down before going to bed. You adjusted the shawl wrapped around your shoulders, suddenly very aware that you were in your nightgown.
“I prefer a hot cup of tea,” Xerxes said, now right next to you. He also leaned against the railing and looked up at the moon. “I suppose it does look nice.”
You looked at him from the corner of your eye. He was smirking. It was in that moment that you realized it was that smile of his that occupied your thoughts constantly. It wasn’t a particularly warm or bright smile, but perhaps that was it’s draw. The smile was definitely faked…or rather…forced. It was like he was concealing some dark, depressing secret.
“Why do you do that?” you heard yourself asking.
“Hmm?” Xerxes turned to face you with a grin, “Do what?”
“That. Smile like that.”
“You don’t like my smile?”
You weren’t sure how to proceed with the conversation. Nonetheless, you said, “You…Even when you’re smiling, you look sad. It’s like you’re hiding something or holding something back.”
You watched as the grin on his face disappeared. The sadness around his eyes was more apparent now, but at least he was being more honest.
“One could say that my life has been a struggle,” Xerxes replied, eventually. He looked down at the gardens below, his hair covering his face from your keen eyes.
You weren’t sure what came over you, but you wanted to comfort Xerxes. You leaned your shoulder against his, keeping your gaze on the moon. “You know…I like seeing this side of you. It’s more honest.”
A cool gust of wind blew by, making you shiver. You leaned against him some more, wanting his body heat. “But I kinda…want to be the only who sees this side of you.”
It was at those words that he raised his brow at you. “If you want my honesty, I’ll give it to you,” he said before he planted his lips on yours.
You nearly jumped in surprise, but his arms already snaked around your back and held you in place. You assessed his face. His eyes were closed, but like he promised, the expression on his face seemed sincere. You closed your eyes and allowed yourself to sink into his touch.
Xerxes regretfully pulled away, his nose still grazing yours. “We should stop here.”
You scoffed, pulling at his collar, “No, we shouldn’t.”
Xerxes sat on your bed, stripped and back against the headboard. You were sitting across from him, admiring how much he was struggling to not cum on your foot. You continued to torment him, dragging your foot up and down on the backside of his cock. His head leaned back on the headboard. He was gasping for air. He was close.
“That’s the most honest expression you’ve shown me so far,” you smirked as he squirted his hot stuff all over your toes and his abdomen.
You removed your foot, wiping your toes on the bed covers as you leaned over him to peck kisses on his clavicle before pressing your lips on his. He maneuvered you so that he was behind you while you were on all fours. He leaned against your back, snaking his arms around your torso to grip your breasts before whispering, “It’s my turn to take charge.”
“Do it to me,” you said looking back at him, excitement welling deep inside of you. An idea manifested in your mind, “Actually…can you use your cane?”
Xerxes cocked his brow at you, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “I’m glad you asked.”
Xerxes took his cane from it’s position next to the bed. He gently groped your ass before raising the cane up, preparing himself to strike you with it. “Are you sure?” he asked.
“I can take it,” you said, licking your lips. He swung at you, the impact making an audible noise upon impact. Your body jolted at the pain. “Fuck.”
“Did it hurt too much?”
“No, it’s fine. I want to see bruises in the morning,” you answered. You heard him chuckle behind you before you felt another impact. Your pussy convulsed. “Put your dick inside me…”
Xerxes pumped himself a few times while you used your finger to pull your labia apart to welcome him into your entrance. He pushed himself into you. “You’re really wet…my lady.”
“Hit me again, and I’ll get wetter.”
Xerxes felt you tighten around him as his cane descended on your ass once again. You gasped, loving the pain. He started thrusting, his pace steady. You matched his rhythm, rolling your hips back and forth against his stiff member. As much as you wanted him to be more honest with you, you were grateful that he couldn’t see your face, jaw slackened and basking in the pleasure.
Xerxes was enjoying the horizontal marks his cane was making on your skin. Your skin was puffing where the marks were. He let go of his cane to grab your hips as he fucked you harder, reaching a place deeper than he was before. The sensation sent shivers up your spine and your arms collapsed from under you. You gripped the sheets as he slapped your ass.
“Oh my fucking—,” you moaned into the sheets. You were close. You were so close. You arched your back, lifting your head from the bed. “Fuck me harder!”
Xerxes felt you tighten around him and he picked up the pace. Your moans filled his ears, feeding the fire that was his lust for you. He picked up the cane again and struck you once last time. He enjoyed how your body convulsed under him, how your pussy quivered around his dick as you orgasmed. He groaned as he shot his thick, hot cum into you, his hips bucking wildly.
You turned your head to look at his face. His eyes were closed as he came inside, his mouth open and his brows raised. This silvery-white hair stuck to his sweaty forehead. This face was a face only you knew, and would know. It was definitely progress.
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