Forbidden Play

In the room that was heard drizzle and rumble, Marvel stayed close enough for me to breathe in his scent. Before I knew how it happened, I was already naked in a prone position on his bed, feeling him inside me.

His arms wrapped around my waist and in one gentle pull, our bodies touched. I felt his hands on my shoulder and back, how he loved the curve of my spine, watching it arch as he pressed against me. Then, his hands moved down my hips. It was when the thrusting started and he began to sway in a steady movement.

I inwardly screamed, my nails digging the bedsheets, my breaths rising in visible puffs. He changed my pant with a moan, hearing it timed to his pace, watching my reaction, feeling my body writhe beneath him. We fitted together as if we were made for this, to fall into one another, to feel this natural rhythm.

At this moment, Marvel touched me with his eyes as much as his body, mingling in between motion and stillness. The cool room already felt warm, everything was already hard to hold back, so caught in the intoxication of the moment.

"Three months... Why didn't I-"

Talking in such a desperate tone, Marvel even stopped the thrusts all at once. I believed somehow he was going to say something important and I shouldn't ignore it. So, using the remaining power I had, I slowly turned my head. Before I could find his gaze, I felt a shove on my shoulder.

He turned my body around and my back tumbled to the soft mattress, his eyes locking mine. Gasping for breath, I tried to rule the air taken into my lungs. He watched me trembling as he slanted closer, continuing his words.

"Why didn't I have sex with you sooner?"

By the unusual, indirect confession, I froze and my face felt hot unknowingly. He gave me a predatory look, but his voice was unexpectedly gentle, making my heart flutter, beating even faster.

Suddenly being told honesty, I clenched against the pillows tightly, my head almost sinking. Inability to take the meaningful element of the speech served my failure to reciprocate, and rather than being cautious of what he could do to me next, I was more worried he would notice my flushed ears were already itching.

Working under the Mafia, I already expected to experience this kind of thing. Not that I didn't mind it happening to me again in the future, but I just did what I thought the best for the task I was given; to gain Marvel's trust.

I believed I had gained his trust.

So, as I let him do whatever he wanted to do to me, I searched for a way to endure this pain. I was scared, justifiably so, but it was what I chose to do to start my mission.

"Your face is flushing red," Marvel said, softly brushing my hair away from my forehead. "Did you come?"

For a while, all I could do was breathe, in a heady trance. Being held so closely, his musky scent started to feel familiar to my nose.

He slipped in between my legs and in seconds, he was on me again, fucking me harder, just fast enough to paralyze my mind. He was going to make me answer and I just let out another moan, unable to articulate a response.

I was too lucid for insanity after only a few minutes, yet clearly struggling. My sigh would once or twice stifle, intimidated by the tension. Shaky, shallow breaths, I was unable to contain the overflowing emotions, and until some moments, I still couldn't form any reaction.

"Ah... Ngh..." I gritted my teeth to hide my sound, but couldn't. I hoped the rain would last all night, so I could hide the voice I created.

Now, I understand why women make such noises when they are treated this way, was what I thought about while my entire body tasted the pleasure and the pain. I wasn't sure whether I felt it from my back, but the feeling was so stimulating even I shuddered throughout the way.

"N-no more... Sir..." I stammered, my head was a mess it affected my lingual. "I can't do this anymore..."

Being slammed back and forth repeatedly, somewhere in my body went numb. My sight grew white, and dizzy because of the repetitive shaking. This missionary position made the whole thing in and when I thought I was well-prepared, I groaned in pain as my entrance was forcibly stretched.

"Sir, p-please stop... I'm going to break... It will break..."

At first, I didn't want to look like a man who lacked sexual experience. But then, no matter how much it hurt, I didn't expect myself to cry while I was at it, I even begged Marvel to stop, it was pathetic.

"Blabbering mindlessly like that," Marvel laughed softly, enjoying my scattered sounds. "How cute."

The human body is capable of sex long before the mind is mature enough to handle the emotions that go with it, they said.

Though, the sensation I felt was the first experience I ever had in my life. I could neither picture nor describe it. And I didn't know why my body couldn't refuse him even when I tried, as if every touch he delivered had circuited my mind in the best possible way.

I grasped and pulled anything I could around me, covering my face with the blanket, the pillow, everything. When Marvel found my weak spot and poked it relentlessly, I could no longer think straight. And I was too embarrassed to admit that despite the pain I experienced, I lost myself against the pleasure.

"What an impressive amount of cum," Marvel grinned, his steel blue eyes glimmering, aiming at the plentiful, fresh white liquid above my stomach. "How does your first prostate orgasm feel? Amazing, I guess?"

I never knew anal sex could feel this good. At least, I didn't know until I did it with this man.

Marvel touched me with his hand, fingers smoothly dancing above my stomach to smear the cum on it. I twitched in shiver when his thumb nudged the pink bud on my chest, must have been doing it on purpose.

"Asta, show me your face," he husked in a low tone, still teasing me as before.

I clenched the blanket firmly, not moving a single inch, consistently burying my face under the thick sheet. I heard him well. I knew I should do what he said, but I just didn't want to be seen crying.

Unfortunately, he didn't take rejection, even though it was only a gesture. So, in one way or another, he could finally see my face after pulling the blanket away.

I gripped my hands against the bed, holding back anger, because no matter what, I knew I wouldn't be able to release it on him.

While the man above me was studying my expression in silence, I hesitantly returned his gaze with my teary eyes.

"You look so pretty like this."

I heard a whisper and I snapped inside. Not by the tone, not by the words either, but because...

I didn't expect how a person whose merely aura already suggested threat and danger could say something like that. But then, every time I looked at his features, I shouldn't have been surprised, because even in the pit of the underworld, someone as beautiful as him existed.

Perhaps, the rest of it might not be as scary?

"Don't get yourself distracted. I haven't done with you yet," Marvel told me and I flinched in realization.

The crescent wasn't in the sky that was hidden behind the grey clouds. It was on his face. The sharp-pointed curve he created with his lips as he smirked, and he had no intention to spare me a moment.

His right hand slithered to the back of my head, pulling me up to kiss me. With my lips, I felt his mouth stretching wider than it should, fighting in between grin and kiss. I knew we had kissed before, but this time was better. It kept on getting better.

Every kiss had raw intensity. Breathing fast, heart rated faster, then all at once he pushed inward and I gasped in surprise. Resonating along with the downpour outside, the slurping noise we made with our mouths and the smacking sound of his crotch against my ass filled the room. He went in deep, and I could feel it in my stomach.

He released the kiss and I sniffled back some tears, covering my mouth with one hand, trying to push him away with the other.

"Sir, w-wait... You are too deep- Ah!"

The last sound breaking out of my throat shredded the air as I moaned loudly. Obviously enough, Marvel didn't wait even though I asked him to. He wasn't the type to listen to other people's orders.

My mind went hazy of his fast moving, leaving my lower half only a cramping pain. The rhythm of his thrusts grew more violent, and my senses couldn't keep up anymore. The point where we were jointed was slick and tight, but I could hardly even feel it anymore. He flinched and deepened his thrust, jerking as he also climaxed. He gave me the sensation of being filled as he came inside me.

Cold sweat rolled over my skin, the high humidity caused that. My breaths floated in the air, creating some sultry steams. When Marvel had finally decided to end our tempo, the heavy rainfall didn't seem to abate in hours to come.

"How was it?" Marvel asked, his big hand stroking my cheek, caressing the tiny mole under my right eye. "Did you come to like this kind of play?"

I fell silent. I couldn't say yes or no. I couldn't make things up, either. It was the first time for me unable to decide whether I liked or disliked a particular experience.

Despite my suffering, for Marvel, this whole thing was probably no more than just a game. To be honest, it hurt my pride to be treated this way, to be used when he wanted to erase his boredom.

But, if I could take advantage of my position to infiltrate into his deepest territory, I won't be at loss, right?

I lifted my hand, ignoring the tremble, I reached the back of Marvel's hand on my cheek, seeking the slightest warmth among his cold skin. After locking his gaze, I squeezed his fingers suggestively.

"If you are okay with me, Sir, I will give you my everything."

Of course, I'll never let myself be at loss.