CH 49: No Name [10]

{[Last Time in Tainted Desire]}

"N-no," she managed to stammer before moans threatened to overwhelm her, forcing her to bring both of her hands over her lips once more. She was on the edge of defeat. I pulled my leg back, sliding it into my shoe once again. Fleur looked at me with a grateful expression before letting her eyes fall on the table, breathing deep to gain a semblance of control.

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In her priority to contain her arousal, she missed a very important detail. I had stood up with the intention of changing seats. She didn't even notice as I plopped herself to the seat next to her. She did notice when I put my hands on the naked part of her leg. "Draco!" she exclaimed in panic, correctly reading my intention. But it was too late for her to stop me. She grabbed my wrist in an attempt to slow down the inevitable climb of my fingers, but she was shaking under the strain of an unmet orgasm, and her own muscles betrayed her, refusing to put their power behind her move. Her trembling grip didn't even slow me down.

"Yes, Fleur," I said, amused by the point she shifted calling me by my first name. "How can I help you?" I added mockingly as my hand tried to disappear under her skirt, but with her fingers still around my wrist, the movement pushed her to skirt up, revealing her nether lips to my sight instead. My shaft started throbbing with excitement at the inviting sight of her wet entrance, begging for me to slide inside her.

"Please-" she begged, trying to ask for a reprieve, but once again, I didn't let her finish her sentence, this time by pressing my lips against her neck, delightfully forcing her to convert her words to another moan.

"Please, what?" I said as my fingers slid into her wetness, her walls squeezing them like her life depended on their presence. I stayed motionless inside her, my eyes on hers, waiting for her words to continue. Her shining blue eyes stayed in contact with mine for a few seconds as she tried to maintain the last scraps of her frayed self-control, but her instincts, which was trained to perfection during our extended barter, dominated her rationality. She nodded demurely, her expression telling a tale of surrender, and she leaned to capture my lips. A soft moan escaped from my lips, mixing with hers, as our lips locked into a tender kiss, with great contrast to the rest of the situation.

I took that as an invitation to finish the second act of today's little game, and my fingers started to pump inside her mercilessly. She started trembling as the climax hit, her breathing getting harsher and harsher, but interestingly, her lips patiently stayed locked with mine, teasing them with a lingering kiss.

"You lose," I said teasingly as I pulled back from the kiss after her trembles subsided.

"I did," she said with a sigh as she put her hands over my chest, gently caressing my muscles as my fingers continued to slid inside her, trying to bring things to a point of upheaval. Another surprisingly tender action that showed my growing power over her.

"It's good that you accept your position," I said. "Because now, it's time for the punishment game," I said. I pushed the food off the table with a swipe of my arm, and before Fleur could react, I pushed her on the table, her soft chest pressing against the hardwood.

"Wait-" she tried to say fearfully as my sudden movement was enough to remind her that we were still in a public place. I hadn't listened to her, not that I needed to, as she was frozen the moment she saw the current state of the restaurant. I used the opportunity to cast a spell to weaken her dress. Another tug, and she was completely naked, but with her eyes stuck on the orgy that was being conducted by the rest of the occupants, she failed to react her rough undressing, giving me enough time to slide inside her.

A moan escaped my mouth as her warmth enveloped my shaft. Her tightness was delicious, but I pushed deep inside mercilessly. We had been playing for a while, I needed the relief. "That's your fault, you know," I commented offhandedly as I pumped inside her mercilessly.

"What," she managed to stammer, with her attention split between trying to keep herself from crying in pleasure, and covering her body with her hands from the rest, unaware of the spell that prevented the others from seeing us. Otherwise, they would be charging us in an attempt to touch Fleur. Their mind was completely dominated by the allure, which was why there was a bona fide orgy that was going on. A few couples were rutting on the corners, isolating themselves from the larger group, while several others were collected in a pile in the middle of the room. The waitress that served us earlier was squeezed between two businessmen, one taking her from the backdoor while the other ravaged her pussy, the greeter that showed us our table being spit-roasted next to her, both showing utmost dedication to customer satisfaction.

I turned my attention back to Fleur, whose attention turned more inward with each time our flesh slapped together. I could feel my own climax drawing closer, but I had a different ending in mind. I pulled back without a warning, and sat on my seat. Fleur turned towards me, her expression between hunger and betrayal, everything else forgotten in favor of her climax.

"Hop on," I said as I pointed at my lap. She didn't lose any time, threw herself on her feet with the grace of a ballerina and plopped herself on my lap with the same grace. A loud cry escaped her mouth as my shaft slid inside her, and she started jumping on my lap, each jump driving my thickness even further, which also brought her to a deeper point of arousal. My arms were around her waist, but instead of my usual iron grip, they were a soft coil around her, a barrier she could cut through negligently.

The reason, I wanted to see the extent of her loss of control. "I'm almost there," I whispered into her ear. Her eyes burned with comprehension, but the desire she was feeling didn't allow her to break our connection. I tried to push her off my lap, softly of course, just enough to be able to claim that I tried to push her off, but with no possibility of succeeding. And her own mind, shackled by her own instincts, didn't give her a chance either.

"I'm here," I whispered, and her only response was to wrap her leg around my waist as she pushed herself even lower, swallowing the full length of my shaft, locking herself in place. And that finally broke through my resistance, and I started spraying her insides with my seed, her expression brightening with each pump. It wasn't the first time I cum inside her, but it was the first time she accepted it in her own volition.