Romanticizing Deceit

"Asta, come here."

While sorting out the documents in Marvel's office, I could feel his intense stare every time I moved. Calling out to me in his low and husky voice, he put his pen and closed the documents on his table when we were finally alone there.

He reached me as I came to his chair, slowly pulling my hand and lightly kissing the palm, smiling to learn my bashful reaction. The sensation of his cold hand that touched my skin was like no other.

He patted his lap twice and I blushed by the obvious intention. Unlike in his company office, here in his home office, I didn't hesitate, because the room was instantly more about him than any corporate setting had ever felt.

He pulled off my necktie and I proceeded to take off unnecessary clothes on me; leaving only a piece of shirt and a pair of socks on. I stretched the white fabric end to cover my lower half, even though it was useless. Marvel spread his arms to take me as I straddled him on his seat, placing my knees on both sides. Our gazes found each other and before long, our lips were engaged in a kiss.

The difference between kissing with Marvel and with anyone else was his kiss felt much more intense. Every muscle in my mouth noticed how his tongue moved and led mine to do the same. He didn't need long to arouse my curiosity. It was how good he was at kissing, but kissing wasn't the only thing he was good at.

His hand reached my bottom, rubbing me over there. He watched me in wonder, realizing that part of me had already become soft and wet as I had loosened it before coming to him, just like he ordered me to.

Ready, I softly broke the kiss to start it all.

"I... prepared myself as you told me to, so... p-please put this on."

I took a pack of condoms from my pocket, handing it over to Marvel shyly. Our eyes were aiming at it for a while, but he didn't seem eager to take it, so I opened the seal for him.

"I have plenty of this... in my drawer..." I continued, yet with a very low voice as if a murmur, corresponding to my shrinking confidence.

In amusement, Marvel stared at me, studying my expression. In the next minute, if he didn't react to any of my provocations, I would know I failed.

"Why?" He finally asked, his voice soft to balance mine.

"B-because... it's been so hard for me to clean it after you come... so deep inside..."

Not expecting my raw honesty, a mute and his astonished face was what I got in return. I could no longer control what I showed above my complexion, so it was such a good thing I wasn't the one witnessing it, until he laughed, sinking his face into my neck and hugging my waist.

"Ah... You're so cute, Asta."

The space was completely undesirable when Marvel and I were intertwined in a tight embrace, seeking each other's warmth. For a moment, I wasn't feeling as if acting, instead, showing my true feelings toward the comment.

"Do you need my help to clean here?" He asked and before long I felt his fingers were in an attempt to suggest an entrance, squeezing the thickest part of my ass to split the gap. Nervous, I tried to squirm away.

"N-no... That's not what I-"

"How do you want me to help you?"

My argument was cut when he husked in a whisper, his lips grazing my neck, electrifying the rest of my body. I clenched my hands to get a grasp of the remaining pieces of my sanity, knowing what would happen if I lost them all.

I wanted to conquer him - I'm still trying now, but I won't be able to do it if I haven't defeated myself.

I know.

Just, Marvel never let me win over this battle easily.

"Tonight, you... came back quicker than usual. How was the auction?"

I broke the absence of sound after gathering my bravery to bring up the topic, even though I knew Marvel would be unwilling to tell me any further.

"It was boring."

I had expected such a reply from him, still, my anticipation didn't make the reality less bitter.

"In the next monthly auction," I continued while trying to unbuckle his belt, my hands busily working above his trousers. "Could you bring me instead of Gilbert?"

The tension filled the air, heavy enough it gave me more burden than I already weighted. Marvel parted away to lean against the backrest, granting me some space to do what I wanted; pulling out something inside his pants that was getting bigger and harder beneath my palms.

"Why?" He was eager to hear out my reason, his vision judging me clumsily putting the condom on his erection.

"B-because..." I halted, my system was filled with doubt and I flustered, needing to calm myself first before continuing.

From the moment Marvel came back from the auction, what I immediately noticed was his smell; smoky with various aromatic fumes. How many people were gathering around him, and what were they doing to him until he became like that?

Scented with an unknown fragrance of an unknown place that I can't tell... So annoying.

What I felt was probably an expression of insecurity and thus its fixing required internal reflection, addressing matters of self-confidence for my position in front of him.

"Because it's simply me, so... could you?"

Marvel fell silent as he heard the continuation of my reason, and he looked at me. I was amazed at myself, quite astonished. Without any filter, my naked tongue spoke those words to capture him and from the way he reacted, I sensed something was off. I only hoped it wasn't severe to the point it ruined the atmosphere.

"Let me see if the agenda suits you more than him, and maybe I'll bring you someday," he considered and I felt my lips stretching wider into a gaping grin and my eyebrows rose.

"R-really?"

"You're that happy?"

I controlled my excitement and nodded shyly.

"I will do whatever you say, Sir, so let me do anything for you."

Once again, Marvel fell silent, downing my ambiguous phrase. He knew full well that I was about to seduce him, and I didn't pretend that I didn't.

"Including," he held my hips when I was initiating the penetration of our joining parts, "this?"

I felt he was gradually invading deep inside me and I shuddered throughout the process. It took a full minute for the new situation to reach me, then to follow I could feel his hands gripping, leaving a bruised discoloration around my hips. My arms reciprocated, tight around his shoulders.

"Y-yes..." I could finally reply after ruling my breath.

Promising something naughty, our attraction was instant. There was something about Marvel that excited and scared me at the same time, but in such a moment, I approached him all the same.

"How did you prepare yourself?" Marvel asked in curiosity before I was ready to go back on track.

"I..." I stammered, reluctant to admit just yet, so I tried my best to escape his gaze. "W-with my fingers..."

"How many did you put in?"

"I put in... up to... two fingers..."

"Two is enough, then?"

"With your size... No..."

Unlike what I thought, Marvel seemed rather nonchalant. His reaction was plain during the conversation, but I didn't want to give in just yet.

As I was above his lap, I became slightly taller and needed to bend over to meet his eyes. Slowly moving down, my ass finally landed on his crotch and it was when I knew he was entirely inside me. I deeply sighed in relief.

"Y-you are... buried up to the hilt, Sir..." I smiled in satisfaction, but trembling along the way, covering my mouth with my hand to shut my sound.

Marvel watched my refined mien in a frown, his breath turning heavier, becoming so clear to my ears where he sighed. Out of the blue, he smirked in disbelief, and the abrupt shift in the air around him made me restless.

"Working really hard to impress me, huh?"

Lifting my hips in a shove, Marvel broke the point where we were jointed and removed the protection I prepared, tossing it away to the floor.

"Sir? W-why did you take it off- Ah!" I gasped in surprise, unable to keep up with the harsh method when he took over the situation.

I was supposed to be the one to pull the strings, but Marvel disagreed as soon as he was unsatisfied with it and nothing would be able to stop him.

In anticipation when I raised to start swaying, he grabbed my waist with both hands to comply with his command. Leading me to rock up and down and ride above him, my ass slamming against his groin, moving in the pace he created. I gritted my teeth in honest reaction to his violent move, feeling a splinter on my bristles; goosebumps, when I reached the top. Not wanting the magic to fade, our lips met at the heat of the moment.

Sex isn't the first time for either of us, but I was so nervous more than Marvel would ever know it. 

In the room where only lewd noises were heard, behind Marvel's chair was a wall; there the pictures of his grandfather and father hanging next to each other, showing the previous bosses of Yerevan Family. Between those images was where he was sitting as the current boss and somehow, the fact that they were as if glaring at me doing something like this to their only family member alive made me anxious... yet also thrilled.

Marvel's hair is light grey, I thought to myself as I glanced at him. Every time I see the photo of his grandfather, I understand why.

Above the same chair, sitting silhouetted under the lights reflecting on the floor was Marvel and me. We released the kiss and our lips were moisturized with saliva, soft and still warm. My arms were lingering around his neck, his own around my waist, bodies so closely latched, our heartbeat filling the serenity.

"Sir, why did you throw it..." I whined in a sniffle, my teary hazel shaking to confront Marvel's steel blue. "Now, I have to-" I discontinued out of embarrassment.

"You picked the wrong size. My dick felt as if it were being squeezed," he acknowledged my protest with a derisive sneer.

"No way..." I looked away, sulking. For a moment, I thought about buying the bigger size, but I kind of knew it wasn't the problem here.

I almost finished conquering him; the one I felt safer to run from than to. Yet, in truth, I couldn't run. I had tried, each time starting to spiral; naught.

I had always been emotionally independent, but then my steady composure melted away as if I were in the need of his permission to shape. I could only end this kind of attraction to save myself or those I did this for, because doing it almost killed me every time, so I was glad Marvel was attracted to me too.

At least, it's been how it seems to me until now.

"I just want to feel your warmth and you to feel mine too every time I'm inside you, Asta."

A hoarse voice slithered in the air and my thoughts ended meandering. The moment I realized I had misinterpreted Marvel's actions, Marvel's words, as if he were speaking a language I couldn't understand, that moment he stopped talking was the moment my protection crumbled, and I couldn't say anything. I didn't even know what to say.

Sometimes, the loss of words conveyed more.