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“Another fucking failure.”

The words were not directed at you but you could tell they were for your benefit as you entered the warmth of his workspace. A gentle thrum of electrical energy hung in the air and an acrid scent of burned flesh was almost imperceptible; both hints that the body laying flat out on the operating theatre was unable to accept the electrical current which had been passed thought it.

“Relax,” you warn, eyes settling on the sides of the metal container nearby as they appeared to bend and flex to their owners discontent, “or you’ll damage the machinery.”

“I am the machinery,” Heisenberg snarled, temper in full swing, “and it will do what I fucking tell it to, when I tell it to do it. You could take some goddamn points from it instead of standing there and yapping your hole.”

A scowl twisted at your features at his disrespectful tone. The plan had been to ask what the dinner plans for the evening were but if was in this kind of mood then he could starve.

“Bad day, Karl?” You call out, voice clouded by obvious sarcasm, “Why don’t you give Alcina a call and see if she’ll help you out? She seems to know her way around a dead body. Maybe she could give you some advice.”

It was a low blow, you both knew that, and smug satisfaction gripped you as his visibly angered face turned to meet you. His hands flew to his face, ripping the glasses from atop his nose and dropping them on the workbench as he help up his finger in an aggressive pointing motion.

“Yeah, well, fuck you, cunt.”

“And fuck you too, asshole.”

The words were snapped back at him without hesitation as your hands settle on your hips, a show of irritation.

His strides were powerful as he approached you, leather boots clunking off the metal grating which covered the floor with obvious purpose, but you refused to budge from your spot. Physical violence had never been his thing and if he wanted to hurt you then he wouldn’t need to move a muscle to do so.

Hands gripped tightly at your wrists, pulling them from your hips and pinning them above your head with little effort, as he forced your body back until it connected with the metal wall divider which stood behind you. The blades of your shoulders and upper back connected with the metal with a dull thud and you released a hiss of pain at the rough treatment even as he continued to invade your personal space.

The scent of cigars and copper was overwhelming and as you opened your mouth to throw another fiery insult his way, you found that your lips were captured by his own in a harsh kiss. His teeth clacking against your own and his stubble grating against you as the rim of his hat pressed against the top of your head, disturbing the hair there. The taste of cigars was strong and the potency was enough to confirm that he had just finished one before you entered; so strong in fact that it was almost an assault on the senses as he kissed you, channelling his anger into something surprisingly more productive.

Pressed flush between his warm, insistent body and the cool steel of the wall, a slight shift on his part was enough to alert you to the growing hardness between his legs. His length pressed against your hip and you pushed your body out to meet it, grinding your hipbone into his crotch for a moment to make your acknowledgement of his situation clear.

“You’ve got a loud mouth,” he muttered harshly, voice low as his lips pulled away from your own to brush against your ear, “maybe I should weld it shut and save myself the headache.”

“You wouldn’t dare,” you shoot back, brushing a loose part of his hair away from your nose, “who else would call you out on your constant bullshit?” Your head tilted slightly to meet his gaze, the golden rim of his marine eyes darkening with lust as you held your ground against him.

“It wouldn’t be hard for me,” his hand released your wrists, falling down to the soft divot at the base of your neck and thumbing the warm flesh there almost considerately, “and that mouth of yours always seem to get you into trouble. You should show me why you deserve to keep it.”

A wicked look was playing in his eyes and the sound of his fly unzipping drew your attention lower on his body as it dawned on you what he was looking for.

“Not afraid I’ll bite?” You ask, matching his shit-eating grin with an almost feral look. Your threat only limited by the fact that you both knew he could see the arousal in your own expression at the turn of events.

“Your bark,” he growled, teeth baring slightly, “is worse than your bite.”

Strong hands pushed against your shoulder and you dropped to your knees with little resistance, hands slowly rising to his belt and taking their time at unlatching the mechanism there. The tent in his slacks was clear, just a few inches from your expectant mouth, but you would be damned before showing any eagerness when he was acting such a bastard.

Growing impatient as you slowly made to unloop the first part of the belt, he grunted and quickly finished the task for you with deft fingers. He was not a man who generally chose to wear any sort of undergarments and his hand quickly grasped at his cock, freeing it from his slacks as he allowed them to fall to floor and expose him fully.

His pubic hair was dark and flecked with grey throughout, much like the hair on the rest of his body and his cock jutted out from the mixed colouring with clear arousal. The length was nothing impressive but it was deliciously thick and had spent many nights buried deep within your walls, stretching you out and inspiring a pleasurable ache that lasted well into the following day.

Bringing up a hand, you trace a soft line down the underside of his length and bite back a smirk at the obvious shudder that earns you. The slightest drop of pre-cum was leaking from the head and you ran the pad of your finger over it gently, spreading the liquid there and causing him to buck slightly into your hand.

“Quite being a fuckin’ tease and get to it.”

Ignoring him, you continue to take your time. Hand curling into a fist, you stroke him slowly, feeling every inch as it passes through your hand and smirking as the continued lack of pace causes his scowl to deepen. Taking a little mercy on him, you dip your head forward, lips brushing the tip of his cock, before parting them and accepting him into your mouth.

Your lips stretch to wrap around his impressive girth as the all too familiar taste of him makes itself known against your tongue. A tongue which only encourages him to push himself deeper as it invites him into the wet warmth; cheeks hollowing out with practised ease as he follows your acceptance and thrusts forward slightly. Your hands come to rest on his thigh, gripping the surprisingly soft skin there with sharp nails as you balance on your knees, fingertips rubbing soft circles on his groin.

His hand made itself known against your scalp as he grasped roughly at the hair there, drawing a loud grunt of pained surprise from your throat as the skin around your hairline almost seemed to burn with the pressure. At the sound, an almost apologetic look crossed his expression and he loosened his grasp slightly, just keeping enough hold to ensure that he was in full control.

As he pushes deeper, you focus on relaxing your throat as much as possible and settling into his rhythm, allowing him to do most of the work as you continue to knead your fingers into the exposed skin of his thighs.

His cock twitches within your mouth and before you can think too much of it, he jerks back from you and seems to be catching his breath as he stoops low and uses his free hand to grasp the base of your throat once again and pull you up towards him in a wicked show of physicality.

Rough lips seek your own once again and you can almost feel the thrill of his excitement as he tastes himself on you, both his hands now resting on your hips as they dig into the soft flesh there with enough pressure to ensure at least a little bruising.

“You get me off in the next two minutes,” he grunted in your ear, pausing between each work to alternate between biting and sucking at the sensitive skin of your neck, “and I’ll ride you so fucking raw after the meeting later that you’ll be feeling me for days.”

Growling at the incentive, you pull your head to the side so you can sink your own teeth into his neck, your hand instinctively reaching out for his hard length and you go to resume your previous position.

Watching you drop once again to your knees; a throaty chuckle escapes him as his hand rested over the area on his neck you had just claimed as your own.

“Feisty little bitch.”

Seeking out the tip of his cock with your lips, you swirl your tongue around the head, ensuring that you leave a small trail of saliva as you stimulate every millimetre of the sensitive flesh there. For your efforts, a low growl seems to emanate from his chest and you can feel the tips of his fingers curling against your scalp once again, sharp nails sending a fresh shiver of arousal down your spine as you swallow him down.

Hips bucking towards you, he pushes forward in a sudden movement and the force of it is enough to push him past your mouth and two inches down your throat. It was a surprise but hardly a huge one, the bastard. He liked to play games. Taking the move into your stride you relax your throat further and push yourself forward, sinking more of his cock down your warm throat.

A strangled moan, somewhere between a grunt and a yelp, escapes him as his pubic hair tickles the end of your nose as you swallow around him to push him towards his end. You set a confident rhythm of taking him deep into your throat as you use his inner thighs for continued leverage to keep your balance.

Above you, Heisenberg’s thrust were growing more erratic as he bucked out to meet you as he used your willing mouth with little consideration, his approaching orgasm causing low rumblings of pleasure and muttered obscenities to escape him with every thrust. Following his audio cues, you can detect the signs of his orgasm as his pre-cum mixes more strongly with your saliva and his cock swells within your mouth.

Sliding your tongue along his entire length, you take him in fully and hum with obvious appreciation, knowing that the vibrations always send him wild as he approaches his end. It was a success and, with a guttural moan, the sound of creaking metal plays in your ears as he explodes in your mouth, his cock twitching as he fills your mouth with all he has.

For your part, you don’t hesitate in swallowing it down. Throat working quickly to ensure not a drop is lost, even going as far as to deliver a few playful kitten licks to the end of his cock as you slowly release it from your mouth. The extra simulation causes a full body twitch in him and you can see the rise of his chest as he takes a deep, steadying breath; an attempt to calm himself and minimise the damage to the surrounding metal work.

Tilting your head up to look up as him, you can’t deny the smug look which is coating your expression. He came well within two minutes and the thrill of expectant arousal curls at the base of your spine as you contemplate your upcoming reward.

“Fucked raw, huh?” Rising to your feet, you allow him to pull up his own slacks and fasten them quickly, hiding the fruits of your labour from your sight, “I think that was our deal.”

“After that performance? I’d give you the fucking key to the village if I had it,” Heisenberg answered, voice heavy with his sated lust, and his hand came to rest on your chin, tilting your head up to meet his gaze, “But a deal is a deal, and I’m not a man who welches on a bargain.”

Your lips split into a vicious smirk, the true victor of the situation.

“And don’t think I’ve forgotten about you calling me an asshole.” He continued, voice lowering a notch as he tilted his hat in recognition, “I might have to bring one or two toys with me to show you your place, before you get too many ideas about disrespect.”

His hand dropped from your chin, snaking around your body to grope at your ass roughly, thick fingers kneading the flesh there as he flashed a wolfish smile.

If possible, your smirk grew wider.

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A deal was a deal, and as you stood in the centre of your shared bedroom with Heisenberg’s eyes roving your exposed body, you can’t help but feel that the games you play were always worth the outcome.

 “Strip.”

His voice was low but laced with a lustful arrogance which spoke of his pleasure at your obedience as you follow his instructions. You bend slightly at the waist to hook your fingers within the band of your panties and pull them down, allowing them to fall to floor with little regard as you step out of them and take your place at the side of the bed.

Now fully nude, you stand before him and it doesn’t escape your notice that he has not made any move to strip himself. He’s shirtless, bare chest exposed to the room with it’s ropey scarring and grey-flecked hair on full display, but both his hat and slacks remained on.

It was a power play and you knew it, however, you also knew he wouldn’t be able to resist joining in for too long. He was a selfish man who enjoyed the pleasure you could bring and he was loathe to deny himself of it.

Waiting, you take the time to admire him. His chest was broad and there was some lovely definition across his shoulders and pecs, the result of his physical labour, which was also decorated by a thick patch of salt and pepper hair which trailed down to the band of his slacks and beyond. His stomach was less defined, more solid strength than definition, and it made for a more comfortable pillow when you were relaxing or servicing him in his preferred way.

Even from here, you can make out the obvious tent in his slacks and you consciously clench your gut, ready for him to fulfil his end of your shared bargain.

Something moved from behind him, sweeping through the air and dropping on the bed to your side and as you glance down you can see a pair of familiar handcuffs.

“Slip them on.”

A voice bordering no argument and you dip down to pick them up, weighing them in your hands. The handcuffs were well-worn, a familiar partner in your games, and you willingly wrap them around your wrists, securing them tightly enough to ensure that the fabric lay taut against you skin and you were unable to break free.

Not that it mattered, you both knew he could tighten or loosen them with absolutely no effort on his part, and you hold up your bound wrists for inspection.

Striding toward you, he pauses just a few inches from your face as he feels his way around the cuffs, testing their security. Clearly satisfied, a yelp of surprise escaped you as he picks you up by the waist, his enhanced strength making it an easy task, and drops you on the bed in a show of physicality. Your stomach flips at the manhandling and you gaze up at him seductively.

Shuffling up the bed, you lay flat against the sheets with your head only slightly propped by the pillow below it. Without warning, you feel a pull against your hands and you glance at Heisenberg to see him watching you intently as he moved you as he wished; the metal cuffs guiding your hands over your head and securing them to the metal hook which was embedded in the wall at the top of the bed.

Now fully at his mercy, your mouth goes dry and you can see your own chest heaving in the quiet of the room as you lay there, awaiting his next move. The sheets are cool, this room being one of the few to enjoy several windows to let both light and air in when necessary and you can feel goosebumps dance along your skin due to both the chill and your own arousal.

“You make me so fucking hard, do you know that? All trussed up there, like a new toy for me to take apart and put together, again and again.”

“All talk, no action.” You answer quickly, unable to resist the jibe.

“Again with the mouth,” he grunts, drawing his lips into a smirk, “but I think I have just the thing to keep it shut. If I can’t weld it, then we’ll see how a clamp works.” His hand dipped into his left pocket and pulled out something you were unable to see, “Or, in this case, two.”

Walking forward, he opened his fist before your eyes and you could see two small metal clamps within, the edges smooth and the spring mechanism shiny as it glinted in the low light. He made them, recently too, and you can feel the growing wetness between your legs as he palms one of them threateningly.

“We’ll see.”

Your words come out breathier than you would have liked but the clear interest obviously made him happy as he ran his hand roughly across your chest before separating the pair of clamps and snapping them shut on your nipples, the cool air already having peaked them.

The squeeze wasn’t too terrible, and he must have caught the look of relief in your expression as his head tilted in place with a mild frown. You gasp sharply as an unexpected pinch, the metal clamps tightening at his whim, causes a pain in your chest that quickly settled to a delicious throb and you catch his gaze.

His eyebrow quirked in victory as a sadistic leer graced his lips.

Oh.

This would be interesting.

The unexpected nature of his abilities was always a pleasure and your heart quickened a beat as an element of apprehension mixed with your excitement. Your gasp dissolved into a soft sigh as his rough hand came to rest on your left breast, testing the clamp and grasping at the sensitive skin around it before repeating the gesture with your right.

“I love the decorations.” He muttered, one hand moving from your body to rub at the obvious tent in his slacks, “It makes me wonder how many more I could add.” His grip returned, this time to the obvious wetness between your legs as he cupped your mound, fingers gliding easily due to the mess there as he stroked you gently.

His fingers were calloused and scarred from his practical work and the increased sensation as he worked his fingers along your slit, teasing at your clit as he passed it, was utterly unbearable.

“Hurry up and fuck me!” You snap, frustration finally winning out.

A shock of pain through your nipples arches your back free of the bed and forces your left foot to kick out as he tightens the pinch of the metal there; the pressure making your teeth clack together as you fight to bite back a low grunt at the growing ache.

Watching your reaction, he tuts and wags a finger in your face.

“That sounded like a demand,” he muses, the finger dipping forward to swipe along your lower lip, “and you should know better, kitten.”

You accept his finger into your mouth, the tang of yourself fresh against your tongue, and you can see a flash of pure lust across his expression, darkened as it was by the rim of his hat.

His finger tightens against your teeth as his thumb presses below your jaw, guiding your face to meet his own fully in a firm grip.

“You’re not the only one who has a busy mouth around here.”

The words were muttered but as he releases your hand and slips back around to the end of the bed, sliding up the sheets until his warm breath could be felt along your thighs, he may as well have roared it for the way it rocked your senses.

Your hands grasp at the metal of the cuffs as sharp teeth scrap along the sensitive flesh of your thighs as he takes his time, enjoying the skin there as he alternates between sucking and biting at the quaking flesh. Your cheeks flush red and you are unable to hold back the open moan which he receives as he licks a stripe along your slit, marking out the same area he had been teasing earlier.

Raising your lower back to gain more purchase against him, you rock your hips as much as possible as his tongue continues to explore you. Each movement devouring you as he switched between focusing on your clit and allowing the pleasant friction burn from his stubble to stimulate your entire core. It was almost too much and yet not enough and a constant stream of muttered pleas and whines emit from your lips as you encourage him.

He continued his attack on your clit and the continued pressure ushered in your approaching orgasm with haste, your eyes squeezing shut as your fingers curled against the metal once more. The tension within your gut seemed to snap all at once, and you came with your shoulders pressing against the sheets as your hips bucked frantically against him.

A pleasure which seemed unending as he continued to stimulate you with his tongue, even going as far as to tease your entrance with a finger as you ground your core against him, the mess coating his mouth as he tasted you thoroughly.

Eventually, the high of the pleasure started to ebb and you felt him pull away as the weight seemed to leave the end of the bed. However, you had barely managed to regulate your breathing when his presence made itself known at your side and you cracked an eye open to stare at him, your expression hazy and sated.

“Delicious,” He commented, licking his lips as he gazed down at you in your prone position, “but I still haven’t forgotten about your disrespect.”

Just like that, your body was once again on alert, your relaxed position stiffening in place as you attempted to work out his intent.

“You know what little aspect of these powers I regret not getting to use more often,” his voice was conversational but rougher than usual, laced with his lust as he rubbed two fingers together and brought the pad of his pointer finger to hover above your navel, “this.”

Pressing down, a small spark of electricity seems to jump from his skin to your own and the shock of it makes you jump in place; the sharp pain disappearing just as quickly as it came.

Oh, shit.

That was new; you had no idea he could do that.

Catching your open surprise, he dipped his head down to catch your lips in a filthy kiss, his stubble grinding roughly against your jaw as he devoured you, before pulling away and wiping off a smudge of your saliva with the back of his hand.

“You know, I always thought there was a spark between us.”

Unable to prevent the smile at the stupid line, your grin quickly switched to an open-mouthed grunt as he once again shocked you, this time in the space between your breasts before his hand slipped to the side.

“Ready, kitten?”

You didn’t have the opportunity to answer as his finger pressed gently against your nipple, sending a small jolt through the sensitive nub, heightened by the ever-present clamp, and drawing a grunt from your lips as you arch against him. The boundary broken, he moved between both breasts, alternating between the nipple and the surrounding skin, and your breath came in short, panting gasps as your body danced beneath his ministrations.

Your thighs rubbed together frantically, seeking some friction to ease the unbearable ache of your pussy as it lay neglected from his attention, but he was perceptive, and his hands removed themselves from your chest to grip at your thighs.

“What do you want?” He asked.

“I want you to fuck me!” You gasp, worrying your lower lip with your teeth as you push against him, “Please?”

With a victorious grunt on his behalf, you feel the metal cuffs encasing your hands snap open as he grasps your body, lifting you easily from the bed and switching places with you as he takes a seat on the edge and allows you to straddle him.

His fingers deftly pluck the clamps from your nipples, drawing a small yelp from you as the blood came rushing back into the sensitive nubs, but the yelp was quick to melt into a drawn-out moan as he took your right nipple into his mouth. His teeth brushed against your nipple, his tongue drawing a languid circle around it before releasing it.

Your hands fumble messily at the band of his slacks, fighting to free him from the confines so that you can receive your reward of being fucked raw on this bed. It only took a moment and a sigh escaped him as his cock was exposed for the first time since you had started your game and as you glanced down at it you could clearly see the precum which was leaking from the tip.

Slipping your hand down, you draw your thumb across the head, making him growl and buck against you as you stimulate him. Thinking ahead, you dip two fingers just within your own entrance, coating both in your juices, and using them to coat the head of his cock to prepare him to enter you without too much friction.

Moving forward so that your breasts were brushing against his chest suggestively, you tilt the tip of his hat up so that you can hold his gaze, those golden-rimmed eyes burning a hole through you in their intensity, as you wrap an arm around him neck.

“Do it,” you grunt as your free hand runs along the thick hair of his chest, “fuck me.”

“I love it when you talk like a whore.” He spat roughly, his hands still splayed on your waist as he lined you up and, finally, sunk his cock into you, pushing in just a few inches to allow you to accommodate him.

He was thick, thicker than anything you had known previously, as it always took a moment for you to adjust to his girth. But you were beyond reason at this point and you would take tomorrows ache in exchange for the moments pleasure and you basked in the pleasurable ache as it made you grind down against him, seeking more.

“Is that all you’ve got?” You ask, knowing how to push his buttons as he moved within you, “I was promised more than this.”

“Let’s see what you’re made of then.” He growled in response.

Following your demands, he pulled back and thrust his hips up, burying himself in you almost fully and the mixed pain and pleasure was enough to drew a victorious scream from your throat as he set a punishing pace, his girth pulling you with him on every stroke and causing your nerves to fire off wildly.

His natural stamina and enhance strength meant that he was happy to do most of the work and you sat there almost pathetically as you snapped your hips down to meet him where possible. Your core was already sensitive, still heightened by his earlier actions, and the frantic pace was enough to bring you close to the edge again.

Your fingers lock in his hair and pull with some force, not enough to truly hurt him, but enough to encourage him to keep going and he growls against your neck as he thrusts within you. His lips suck at the sensitive flesh below your ear for a moment before his sharp teeth make themselves known against your neck and the slight burst of pain is enough to push your over the edge.

Clenching and writhing against him as your orgasm hits, the roar in your ears is almost enough to drown out Heisenberg’s roar as the extra tightness is enough to force him to reach his peak too. He stays fully sheathed within you as you convulse around him, your face buried into his neck as you ride out your orgasm against his flesh. The heat of his release, deep within you, is delightful and even in your pleasure, you make sure to continue rocking your hips so you can draw every last drop from him.

The highs of your shared release were slow to pass and he remained within you for some time, Heisenberg only pulling himself free as he softened, and then immediately falling backwards against the sheets; pulling you with him.

“Fucking hell.”

His voice was tired and heavy but laced with satisfaction as he allowed you to position yourself on his chest, your sweat mixing as your combined warmth kept out the chill of the room for the moment.

“Yeah.” You breathe, breasts heaving against the hair of his chest as you fought to regain control of yourself, “You sure showed me.”

Clearly unsure if you were being sarcastic or not, he head tilted down a touch so he could view your expression as you gave him a satisfied smirk and a small nod.

Chuckling, the noise coming from deep in his chest, he threw his head back against the bed, securing you tighter against him with an arm as you both lay in your own mess; your juices coating his lap as your joint release coated your core and upper thighs.

“Still think I’m an asshole?” He asked, releasing you momentarily to stretch his arms overhead before returning them to their previous position.

“That depends,” you pretend to muse, trailing a finger across his soft yet still sensitive member, causing him to flinch in place, “if you think you have another round in you then yeah, you’re an asshole.”

“Needy bitch.” He grumbled, but the amusement dancing in his eyes was undeniable.

Oh yeah, he had another round in him.

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A deal was a deal, and as you stood in the centre of your shared bedroom with Heisenberg’s eyes roving your exposed body, you can’t help but feel that the games you play were always worth the outcome.

 “Strip.”

His voice was low but laced with a lustful arrogance which spoke of his pleasure at your obedience as you follow his instructions. You bend slightly at the waist to hook your fingers within the band of your boxers and pull them down, allowing them to fall to floor with little regard as you step out of them, cock half hard as you take your place at the side of the bed.

Now fully nude, you stand before him and it doesn’t escape your notice that he has not made any move to strip himself. He’s shirtless, bare chest exposed to the room with it’s ropey scarring and grey-flecked hair on full display, but both his hat and slacks remained on.

It was a power play and you knew it, however, you also knew he wouldn’t be able to resist joining in for too long. He was a selfish man who enjoyed the pleasure you could bring and he was loathe to deny himself of it.

Waiting, you take the time to admire him. His chest was broad and there was some lovely definition across his shoulders and pecs, the result of his physical labour, which was also decorated by a thick patch of salt and pepper hair which trailed down to the band of his slacks and beyond. His stomach was less defined, more solid strength than definition, and it made for a more comfortable pillow when you were relaxing or servicing him in his preferred way.

Even from here, you can make out the obvious tent in his slacks and you feel a twitch of interest in your gut, ready for him to fulfil his end of your shared bargain.

Something moved from behind him, sweeping through the air and dropping on the bed to your side and as you glance down you can see a pair of familiar handcuffs.

“Slip them on.”

A voice bordering no argument and you dip down to pick them up, weighing them in your hands. The handcuffs were well-worn, a familiar partner in your games, and you willingly wrap them around your wrists, securing them tightly enough to ensure that the fabric lay taut against you skin and you were unable to break free.

Not that it mattered, you both knew he could tighten or loosen them with absolutely no effort on his part, and you hold up your bound wrists for inspection.

Striding toward you, he pauses just a few inches from your face as he feels his way around the cuffs, testing their security. Clearly satisfied, a yelp of surprise escaped you as he picks you up by the waist, his enhanced strength making it an easy task, and drops you on the bed in a show of physicality. Your stomach flips at the manhandling and you gaze up at him seductively.

Shuffling up the bed, you lay flat against the sheets with your head only slightly propped by the pillow below it. Without warning, you feel a pull against your hands and you glance at Heisenberg to see him watching you intently as he moved you as he wished; the metal cuffs guiding your hands over your head and securing them to the metal hook which was embedded in the wall at the top of the bed.

Now fully at his mercy, your mouth goes dry and you can see your own chest heaving in the quiet of the room as you lay there, awaiting his next move. The sheets are cool, this room being one of the few to enjoy several windows to let both light and air in when necessary and you can feel goosebumps dance along your skin due to both the chill and your own arousal.

“You make me so fucking hard, do you know that? All trussed up there, like a new toy for me to take apart and put together, again and again.”

“All talk, no action.” You answer quickly, unable to resist the jibe.

“Again with the mouth,” he grunts, drawing his lips into a smirk, “but I think I have just the thing to keep it shut. If I can’t weld it, then we’ll see how a clamp works.” His hand dipped into his left pocket and pulled out something you were unable to see, “Or, in this case, two.”

Walking forward, he opened his fist before your eyes and you could see two small metal clamps within, the edges smooth and the spring mechanism shiny as it glinted in the low light. He made them, recently too, and you can feel your cock harden further as he palms one of them threateningly.

“We’ll see.”

Your words come out breathier than you would have liked but the clear interest obviously made him happy as he ran his hand roughly across the flat of your chest before separating the pair of clamps and snapping them shut on your nipples, the cool air already having peaked them.

The squeeze wasn’t too terrible, and he must have caught the look of relief in your expression as his head tilted in place with a mild frown. You gasp sharply as an unexpected pinch, the metal clamps tightening at his whim, causes a pain in your chest that quickly settled to a delicious throb and you catch his gaze.

His eyebrow quirked in victory as a sadistic leer graced his lips.

Oh.

This would be interesting.

The unexpected nature of his abilities was always a pleasure and your heart quickened a beat as an element of apprehension mixed with your excitement. Your gasp dissolved into a soft sigh as his rough hand came to rest on your left nipple, testing the clamp and grasping at the sensitive skin around it before repeating the gesture with your right.

“I love the decorations.” He muttered, one hand moving from your body to rub at the obvious tent in his slacks, “It makes me wonder how many more I could add.” His grip returned, this time to the obvious hardness between your legs, fingers gliding across the stretched skin there as he stroked you gently.

His fingers were calloused and scarred from his practical work and the increased sensation as he worked his fingers along your shaft, teasing at the head as he passed it, was utterly unbearable.

“Hurry up and fuck me!” You snap, frustration finally winning out.

A shock of pain through your nipples arches your back free of the bed and forces your left foot to kick out as he tightens the pinch of the metal there; the pressure making your teeth clack together as you fight to bite back a low grunt at the growing ache.

Watching your reaction, he tuts and wags a finger in your face.

“That sounded like a demand,” he muses, the finger dipping forward to swipe along your lower lip, “and you should know better, pup.”

You accept his finger into your mouth, the tang of your precum fresh against your tongue, and you can see a flash of pure lust across his expression, darkened as it was by the rim of his hat.

His finger tightens against your teeth as his thumb presses below your jaw, guiding your face to meet his own fully in a firm grip.

“You’re not the only one who has a busy mouth around here.”

The words were muttered but as he releases your hand and slips back around to the end of the bed, sliding up the sheets until his warm breath could be felt along your thighs, he may as well have roared it for the way it rocked your senses.

Your hands grasp at the metal of the cuffs as sharp teeth scrap along the sensitive flesh of your thighs as he takes his time, enjoying the skin there as he alternates between sucking and biting at the quaking flesh. Your cheeks flush red and you are unable to hold back the open moan which he receives as he licks a stripe along your shaft, marking out the same area he had been teasing earlier. 

Raising your lower back to gain more purchase against him, you buck your hips as much as possible as the warmth of his mouth envelopes your head and swallows you down.

Each movement of his mouth devouring more of you as he switched between running his tongue along your head and allowing the pleasant friction burn from his stubble to stimulate the length. It was almost too much and yet not enough and a constant stream of muttered pleas and whines emit from your lips as you encourage him.

He continued his attack on your cock and the continued stimulation ushered in your approaching orgasm with haste, your eyes squeezing shut as your fingers curled against the metal once more. The tension within your gut seemed to snap all at once, and you came with your shoulders pressing against the sheets as your hips bucked frantically against him.

A pleasure which seemed unending as he continued to stimulate you with his tongue, even going as far as to tease your entrance with a finger as you ground your hips against him, his mouth accepting your release without hesitation as he tasted you thoroughly.

Eventually, the high of the pleasure started to ebb and you felt him pull away as the weight seemed to leave the end of the bed. However, you had barely managed to regulate your breathing when his presence made itself known at your side and you cracked an eye open to stare at him, your expression hazy and sated.

“Delicious,” He commented, licking his lips as he gazed down at you in your prone position, “but I still haven’t forgotten about your disrespect.”

Just like that, your body was once again on alert, your relaxed position stiffening in place as you attempted to work out his intent.

“You know what little aspect of these powers I regret not getting to use more often,” his voice was conversational but rougher than usual, laced with his lust as he rubbed two fingers together and brought the pad of his pointer finger to hover above your navel, “this.”

Pressing down, a small spark of electricity seems to jump from his skin to your own and the shock of it makes you jump in place; the sharp pain disappearing just as quickly as it came.

Oh, shit.

That was new; you had no idea he could do that.

Catching your open surprise, he dipped his head down to catch your lips in a filthy kiss, his stubble grinding roughly against your jaw as he devoured you, before pulling away and wiping off a smudge of your saliva with the back of his hand.

“You know, I always thought there was a spark between us.”

Unable to prevent the smile at the stupid line, your grin quickly switched to an open-mouthed grunt as he once again shocked you, this time on the broad expanse of your chest before his hand slipped to the side.

“Ready, pup?”

You didn’t have the opportunity to answer as his finger pressed gently against your nipple, sending a small jolt through the sensitive nub, heightened by the ever-present clamp, and drawing a grunt from your lips as you arch against him. The boundary broken, he moved between both nipples, alternating between the nipple and the surrounding skin, and your breath came in short, panting gasps as your body danced beneath his ministrations.

Your thighs rubbed together frantically, seeking some friction to ease the unbearable ache of your cock as it lay once again neglected from his attention, but he was perceptive, and his hands removed themselves from your chest to grip at your thighs.

“What do you want?” He asked.

“I want you to fuck me!” You gasp, worrying your lower lip with your teeth as you push against him, “Please?”

With a victorious grunt on his behalf, you feel the metal cuffs encasing your hands snap open as he grasps your body, lifting you easily from the bed and switching places with you as he takes a seat on the edge and allows you to straddle him.

His fingers deftly pluck the clamps from your nipples, drawing a small yelp from you as the blood came rushing back into the sensitive nubs, but the yelp was quick to melt into a drawn-out moan as he took your right nipple into his mouth. His teeth brushed against your nipple, his tongue drawing a languid circle around it before releasing it.

Your hands fumble messily at the band of his slacks, fighting to free him from the confines so that you can receive your reward of being fucked raw on this bed. It only took a moment and a sigh escaped him as his cock was exposed for the first time since you had started your game and as you glanced down at it you could clearly see the precum which was leaking from the tip.

Slipping your hand down, you draw your thumb across the head, making him growl and buck against you as you stimulate him. Reaching around him, you dip two fingers within the open jar of lube which had been carelessly discarded on the bed before you began your game and used them to coat the head of his cock to prepare him to enter you without too much friction.

Moving forward so that your nipples were brushing against his chest suggestively, you tilt the tip of his hat up so that you can hold his gaze, those golden-rimmed eyes burning a hole through you in their intensity, as you wrap an arm around him neck.

“Do it,” you grunt as your free hand runs along the thick hair of his chest, “fuck me.”

“I love it when you talk like a whore.” He spat roughly, his hands still splayed on your waist as he lined you up and, finally, sunk his cock into you, pushing in just a few inches to allow you to accommodate him.

He was thick, thicker than anything you had known previously, as it always took a moment for you to adjust to his girth. But you were beyond reason at this point and you would take tomorrows ache in exchange for the moments pleasure and you basked in the pleasurable ache as it made you grind down against him, seeking more.

“Is that all you’ve got?” You ask, knowing how to push his buttons as he moved within you, “I was promised more than this.”

“Let’s see what you’re made of then.” He growled in response.

Following your demands, he pulled back and thrust his hips up, burying himself in you almost fully and the mixed pain and pleasure was enough to drew a victorious scream from your throat as he set a punishing pace, his girth pulling you with him on every stroke and causing your nerves to fire off wildly as your cock bobbed against your stomach.

His natural stamina and enhance strength meant that he was happy to do most of the work and you sat there almost pathetically as you snapped your hips down to meet him where possible. Your core was already sensitive, still heightened by his earlier actions, and the frantic pace was enough to bring you close to the edge again.

Your fingers lock in his hair and pull with some force, not enough to truly hurt him, but enough to encourage him to keep going and he growls against your neck as he thrusts within you. His lips suck at the sensitive flesh below your ear for a moment before his sharp teeth make themselves known against your neck and the slight burst of pain is enough to push your over the edge.

Clenching and writhing against him as your orgasm hits, the roar in your ears is almost enough to drown out Heisenberg’s roar as the extra tightness is enough to force him to reach his peak too. He stays fully sheathed within you as you convulse around him, your face buried into his neck as you ride out your orgasm against his flesh; your release arcing high and landing on your chest as you held onto him with clawed fingers. The heat of his release, deep within you, is delightful and even in your pleasure, you make sure to continue rocking your hips so you can draw every last drop from him.

The highs of your shared release were slow to pass and he remained within you for some time, Heisenberg only pulling himself free as he softened, and then immediately falling backwards against the sheets; pulling you with him.

“Fucking hell.”

His voice was tired and heavy but laced with satisfaction as he allowed you to position yourself on his chest, your sweat mixing as your combined warmth kept out the chill of the room for the moment.

“Yeah.” You breathe, chest heaving against the hair of his chest as you fought to regain control of yourself, “You sure showed me.”

Clearly unsure if you were being sarcastic or not, he head tilted down a touch so he could view your expression as you gave him a satisfied smirk and a small nod.

Chuckling, the noise coming from deep in his chest, he threw his head back against the bed, securing you tighter against him with an arm as you both lay in your own mess; your release spread between you both as you lay their and his release dripping free of you as you recovered.

“Still think I’m an asshole?” He asked, releasing you momentarily to stretch his arms overhead before returning them to their previous position.

“That depends,” you pretend to muse, trailing a finger across his soft yet still sensitive member, causing him to flinch in place, “if you think you have another round in you then yeah, you’re an asshole.”

“Needy bitch.” He grumbled, but the amusement dancing in his eyes was undeniable.

Oh yeah, he had another round in him.

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The rhythmic panting of your shared breathing was the only source of sound within the workroom as you both enjoyed the post-orgasm come down. He was still sheathed within you, his insatiable thickness barely having begun to wilt even as his release remained trapped, heating you from inside as his warm body pressed against you did the same for the outside.

Each of the metal restraints remained perfectly in place and you had to admire his control over them even as he has thrust away at you, lost in chasing a pleasure which you could both enjoy. Restrained upright, the band around your neck was thick enough to ensure that it would not cut the delicate skin there while offering enough support to make choking yourself quite a challenge.

Your arms and legs were also secured in place; each limb restrained at the joints by a band of metal which held you steady against the cool plate steel which alternated as a vertical workstation and sexual playground for you both. The placement of the bands held you in an ‘x’ shape with your hands and arms outstretched overheard and your legs spread to allow him easy access to every part of you.

The restraints were familiar and necessary for what you both knew was coming today and the anticipation of events had lent an almost frantic energy to your earlier fuck, an anticipation which only seemed to grow with each passing moment.

“I could stay here for days,” he muttered against your ear, pausing to run his teeth along the lobe, “so wet and warm. Wrapped around me like a fucking glove.”

“I mean, you could,” you answer him, squeezing his cock as he pulled it from you with clear regret, “it’s not like you have a job.”

“Fuck you. Like you do? I am a Lord of this village; paid work is beneath me.”

Fully nude, he pulled away from you and moved across the workspace floor, displaying his body openly as he checked the brazier and the metal which was heating within.

In the low light of the room, his body held an impressive sheen of sweat from your activities and your eyes roved lazily around the ropey scarring which decorated his skin, sweeping across his broad shoulders and the slight roundness of his stomach as you admired the strength on display.

“You like a lot of things beneath you.” You call out, heart jumping slightly as he pulled a thin metal stick from the fire, the end of it forged into the shape of a horse to represent his house, the noble house Heisenberg, as it glowed ever so slightly.

A brand.

Your brand.

“Like you.” He answered with a leer before refocusing to examine the brand.

It had been little more than a throwaway comment, a joke surrounding ownership, but a joke had quickly turned to a discussion and if the reverence which he had then shown your body as he devoured you in the best of ways was any indication, it was something he was more than a little interested in.

The thought of bearing his mark, of allowing his ownership of you, was delicious and in a moment of heady bliss you had agreed to it.

And so here you were.

Replacing the brand within the flame, he approached you once again, pausing before your prone body to assess the space he had to work with.

“Where are you going to put it?” You ask.

His head tilts slightly, considering his options, and glancing down you can see that he is already half-hard once again.

“Where do you want it?” He replied, voice rough with excitement.

“My thigh.” Twisting out your right thigh in the limited space you had, you see his eyes zero in on the area hungrily, “Put it on my thigh. For your eyes only.”

In a flash he was on you, hands spread across your body roughly as he pinned you in place for a brutal kiss, his delight over your words making him sloppy as his stubble grazed your chin and his teeth caught your lips.

“You know this is going to hurt,” running his hands over your quaking thighs as he pulled back, his voice was low and sensual as he caressed the skin he would mark, “and I mean fucking hurt. Worse than anything before.”

“I know,” you answer, heart beating erratically as the moment approached, “but how long d-”

“The sear is the worst part to handle but after that I have a diluted med kit to clean it up and heal the worst of it without affecting the mark.” He muttered, textured fingers sketching out the exact area he planned to brand, “It’ll still ache like a bitch though as it heals over. Can’t do much about that.”

His free hand came to rest atop your chest, forefinger and thumb playing with your nipple almost thoughtlessly as he rolled the sensitive nub between them. He loved your nipples and had hinted at a desire to add some decoration to them as well as your lower body. But that was a discussion for another time and you focused your thoughts and body on the moment.

Pushing against his fingers, you grunt in displeasure as he immediately releases you, his hand instead lowering to his cock as he gave himself a leisurely stroke while watching you.

He once again stepped away from you, returning to the brazier to pull the brand free of the flames before moving back to stand before you, allowing you to clearly see the metal which would soon be pressed against your willing flesh.

“Ready?” His eyes were alight with desire, excitement dancing within them as the blue and golden hues seemed to glitter in the low light.

“I am.” You breathe out, voice surprisingly strong despite how frantically your heart was beating. Nodding at your consent with a wolfish grin, he held something out to your mouth, and you opened it willingly to accept whatever it was. The taste was familiar, and you realised it was a leather bit, designed to keep you from biting into your mouth or lips because of the pain.

How thoughtful.

Crouching to the floor below you, your restraints did now allow you to see his exact actions and your body tensed as his hand gripped at your outer thigh with purpose, not allowing any free movement.

You heard him take a steading breath and you braced yourself as his voice washed over you from below.

“Scream for me, sweetheart.”

The pain was blinding and immediate; your vision whiting out for a moment as the agony radiating from your thigh seemed to bloom throughout your body as he pressed the red-hot iron against your skin firmly to ensure an even sear. Your teeth clamped down on the leather bit so hard that a coppery taste flooded your mouth but it barely registered against your senses, overwhelmed as they were by the pain flaring from your inner thigh.

Tears sprang into your eyes and the pressure within your skull seemed overwhelming. Somehow, over the agony, you can hear him talking, telling you it will only be a little longer, but it seems an eternity passed before you feel a rush of cool air on your thigh as he pulls the brand away, the clatter of metal telling you that he has discarded it on the floor carelessly.

Dropping the bit from your teeth, you take a stuttering inhale of breath and it’s little more than a sob as you feel a fresh tear escape the corner of your eye and tickle your cheek as it rolls down your face. Your fingers twitched against the metal, gripped so tight against nothing that they seemed to ache and you can feel your chest heaving with the effort.

His finger makes itself known on your cheek, as you open watery eyes to see him standing before you, an intense expression on his face as he surveys your reaction. It’s lust tinged with a hint of concern, and you give him a weak smile to show that you will be fine. His eyes narrow for a moment, doubt clear, but he seems satisfied as he brings his tear-stained finger to his lips, tasting the liquid for a moment with a smile of his own before disappearing from sight again.

Panting heavily as your body slumped against the metal restraints, adrenaline still coursing through your veins, a high whimper escaped your throat as you felt a textured hand once again grip at your outer thigh. Instinctively, you try to flinch away but are unable to due to the tight bondage of your limbs.

Feeling the flinch, Heisenberg releases his grip of your outer thigh and instead palms the skin there almost soothingly as he speaks once again.

“You took that like a fucking champ.” He announced, pride flooding his tone as his free hand brings the med kit he planned to use to your eye level, “Now let’s see about cleaning it so you don’t drop dead from infection in a few days.”

The effect of the liquid was immediate as it washed over the affected area; taking the sting from the burnt flesh and reducing it to an uncomfortable ache as it removed any residual bacteria and healed what it could in its diluted state. The liquid was cool and it tickled your legs as the excess ran down your body before falling freely to the floor, making a faint dripping sound as it did so.

Breathing a little more evenly, you feel almost nauseous as the adrenaline begins to leave your system, leaving you feeling weak against the restraints even as he stands to face you. Eyes dipping down, you can see his hard length and the drop of pre-cum which is clear at the end of his cock at your willingness to submit to his ideas. He was enjoying this more than he was letting on.

“Beautiful.” He exhales, eyes roving over your body, from your heaving chest to the fresh mark on your thigh and you feel a flush colour your cheeks at the unexpected praise, “You now bear the mark of your Lord? How does it feel?”

“Painful.”

He rolled his eyes at the answer, but a gasp escaped your throat in surprise as his finger circled your entrance, still slick from your earlier activities, and you immediately push down to meet him; your body craving the small pleasure to make up for its earlier abuse.

“Maybe you deserve a reward for being such a good servant of your Lords wishes.”

“Yes, Lord Heisenberg.” You grunt, sensing his playful nature and using his full title, knowing the effect it will have. At your answer, a second finger joined the first and you growl as they begin to scissor within you easily, your earlier fuck having opened you up nicely already.

A squeak of pained surprise escaped you when rough lips came to rest atop your inner thigh as Heisenberg dropped to one knee to kiss your latest decoration. The med kit had worked wonders for the rawness of the skin but it was still overly sensitive and even the slight breeze of the room seemed to agitate it.

“So fucking special,” he muttered mostly to himself, before standing once more as his two fingers continued to move within you, “do you know how fucking hot it is seeing you bear my mark?”

“Oh yeah. Hot.” You breathe out, the emphasis you placed on the last word cutting off with a groan as a third finger joins the two within you roughly, stretching you further than before.

“Mine.” He growled, hair flying around his chin as he dipped in close to you, the scent of whisky and cigars on his breath invading your senses.

“Yours.” You answer back, pushing your neck forward against the metal restraint as you sought him out, your body still pushing down greedily against his willing fingers. His cock bobbing against his stomach with each movement and you could see the precum there, your mouth watering as you wished you could move to touch him.

“Think you can handle more?” He asked, three fingers moving in tandem as they stretched you preparing for more.

“Yes!” You cry out, the pleasure in your stomach a welcome distraction from the ache of your thigh but it wasn’t enough to get you where you needed to be, “Give me more.”

“Greedy whore.” Muttering the words into the empty space, he added his pinky to the mix, sliding the smaller digit in with the other three as he moved all four within you, your body straining against the metal bands as pleasure coiled along your spine at the sensations.

A sharp intake caught you off-guard as a new pressure made itself known, alongside the fingers moving with you as his hand pushed against your entrance, his fingers still encased within as the width of the hand pressed against the ring of muscle.

“Oh,” you whimper out, realising his intent and you push down to meet him, giving your non-verbal consent, as you continue to groan, “fuck yes.”

The pressure kept up for a while, the ache of the pressure against your hole being offset by the pleasure of his fingers at they continued to stimulate your nerve endings. At one point his hand disappeared from you completely but was quickly returned, freshly coated in what you imagined was some excess liquid from the med kit as it now moved with less friction.

The pain was intense, momentarily overtaking the pleasure he was providing, but as quickly as it came, it passed, as his hand breached the outer ring of muscle and came to rest within you. His hand was much thicker than his cock and the overwhelming pressure of it was heady as he paused to let you adjust to the size as your entire body jerked in place.

As you adjusted, he slowly started to push back and forth, his hand moving within you as you keened out your pleasure. You had never felt so full and the movement of his fingers as they acted independently of one another seemed to alight each of your nerve endings. The mixture of pain and pleasure was potent, and you barely registered his other hand on your chest as he held you in place while he pleasured you.

Noises spilled from your throat; groans, pleas, and grunts merging into an incoherent mess as you were stretched around him, your greedy hole accepting everything he was giving you with abandon and little self-preservation. Your peak was fast approaching, and the pain of your thigh was long forgotten as you chased your high, seeking out the release that you craved.

His eyes met yours as you gave a guttural groan and the arousal within was undeniable, darkening the tones there as he winked at you in a moments warning.

“Fucking hell!” You wail, unable to keep the words within as he flexed his hand within you, his grunts of exertion matching your beathing as you tighten around him, eyes rolling into the back of your head. The band of pleasure and adrenaline which had been steadily growing, almost unbearably slow, snapped within you as you came, the pleasure making your vision white out once again as your fingers desperately clawed at your palms.

He kept up pace, never slowing as you rode out your orgasm against his fist, your release taking the breath from you as a high-pitched whine seemed to escape your throat. It was almost too much but you could barely breathe, let alone tell him that, and so you suffered the pleasure from its peak to the small aftershocks as his fingers continued to twitch within you.

Coming down from your high as you once again slumped against the restraints, you watch him stroke himself frantically with his free hand, only taking a few moments of pulling at his cock to bring himself to orgasm as he comes with a savage grunt. The release arcs between you, a few droplets falling to the floor as the rest splatter against your navel.

Another marking from him but one which you could appreciate.

The hand within you stirs and it draws an agonised sigh from your lips as he pulls it free, grimacing at the flare of discomfort as it moves out of your hole with an obscene noise. He reaches to the side, picking up a dirty rag and uses that to wipe the mess from his fingers and palm before discarding the fabric to the floor.

You were both spent, and, with a flourish, he clicked his fingers before you and the metal cuffs which held in you place broke free of the steel plate, releasing you from your bondage.

Not expecting the move and weakened from both your earlier branding and intense orgasm, you find your strength leaving you and you immediately fall forward, head swimming dangerously as you barely have time to brace for impact on the floor.

However, before you can fall too far, you find your waist caught between rough hands as Heisenberg darts forward to catch you, his quicker reflexes coming in handy to prevent you from a hard meeting with the stone. A small cry of discomfort escapes you as his handling accidentally forces your thighs together, igniting a sharp pain where the burnt skin of your fresh brand currently lay.

You continue to cling to him as he rights you, his hand curled protectively around you as you move yourself carefully, ensuring that your thighs were parted widely enough to not disturb the fresh wound there.

“Sorry about that.” He offers, eyes shifting from yours in a rare show of penance at his error, “Should have known, that was stupid of me.”

“I just need to be careful until it heals.”

Bending so that he could gently lift your right knee and once again look at his mark, the horse shaped brand now permanently etched into the soft flesh of your thighs, a bright smile exposes the top row of his teeth at how defined the emblem was.

“Property of Lord Heisenberg.” He tasted the words between his lips before his eyes met your own as he questioned, “So why the thigh?”

“For your eyes only.” You repeat.

A victorious growl seemed to emanate from his chest; a predator claiming a willing prey.

“Fucking right it is.”

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Twisting your neck to one side, a satisfying pop ricocheted through your system as something seemed to click back into place at the top of your spine. The sheets beneath your body were recently washed and the slight scent of lemons was welcome as you lazed in bed.

Taking stock of your body, fully nude in the warm air of the bedroom, you can feel the tension in your back from being held in place for so long as well as the pleasant ache from your earlier fuck. The only thing that would be considered ‘new’ is the residual twinges of pain from your inner thigh; the branded skin there still protesting its abuse.

A soft grunt interrupted your thoughts, and you turn to the side to lock eyes with Heisenberg, his own naked form taking up the majority of the available bed space.

“That’s fucking disgusting.” He commented, glancing at your neck.

Twisted to place your right hand on his left thigh, the skin there marred with scarring and hard beneath your touch, you give it a soft squeeze.

“I’m not taking criticism from a man who spends his days up to his wrists in corpses.”

“Maybe not,” he conceded with a nod and a salacious leer, “but you should take criticism from a man who just spent a day up to his wrist in you.”

Not expecting the comment, it draws an easy laugh from you, the sound reverberating around the large room and making him grin also. Your left leg was entwined with his own in a mess of limbs towards the end of the bed and you tap him with your heel as you both relax into the other.

It was in these moments where the softer facets of his personality shone through. He was a product of his upbringing; harsh, arrogant, selfish, and determined to a fault but in these quieter moments, when barriers were unnecessary and the world seemed a million miles away, his façade slipped away. The biting wit which often put yourself and others down with a casual cruelty melted into a genuine humour which showed an intelligence that was sometimes lost in his bouts of frenzied rage.

A mad genius, through and through.

His hair hung loose across his face, glasses and hat long abandoned in a messy pile on the floor, and the golden rims of his eyes seemed to flicker and dance in the muted lighting of the bedroom. As always, the scent of cigars clung to him, and neither of you had washed since your earlier fun so the smell of sex and sweat rounded off his natural musk.

Your hand slid up from his thigh, drawing a line up past the roundness of his stomach and coming to rest in the slight divot between his pecs. His infection had given him strength, but the definition of his shoulders was purely him, a result of his continuous metal work, and the softness of his stomach almost seemed odd but did nothing but add to his impressive physicality.

Plus, it made for a comfortable resting spot, one you know he enjoyed because of the close proximity it put you to his cock.

Ignorant of your appraisal, his hands roved messily across your body, drawing a soft sigh from your lips as the rough texture of his fingertips and palms felt wonderful but your sigh was quick to turn into a pained inhale as he accidentally brushed against your inner thigh and the raw skin there.

Noticing the inhale, he pulled his hand away.

“Told you it would ache like a bitch,” he shrugged, “but when it heals fully you won’t feel a goddamn thing.” Holding your gaze, he danced his fingertips along your navel instead, “You should keep up with the healing salve.”

“You should keep up with the healing salve. It was your idea after all.”

Tilting his head at you, the movement caused a few strands of greying hair to fall across his eyes and you blew them away, smirking as the unexpected gust of wind caught him off guard and made him flinch slightly.

“It’s a fair point, and I’m not a man who welches on a bargain.” A sordid grin pulled at his lips, exposing his top row of teeth, “Are you asking me to touch you?”

Rolling your eyes, you stretch your arms overhead.

“Yes, Lord Heisenberg, I am asking you to fix the mess which you made.”

Extending a hand to the side with a low chuckle, he flicked his finger inward and the small jar of healing salve, its metallic lid bending to the will of its owner, sliced a sharp path through the air as it flew towards his outstretched hand.

“Lazy.” You accuse, eyes narrowing.

“Think smart, not hard.” He bit back.

Curling around your side, the warmth of his body flooded your left and your shoulder brushed against the thick mat of hair on his upper chest, tickling the skin there. Even unclothed, his body was practically a furnace.

Tapping at your knee, you draw your leg up at his request and part your legs, giving him the access that he needed to apply the salve. His touch was gentle as he coated the mark with salve, the vaguely antiseptic scent making your nose twitch, using the pads of his fingers to ensure an even coverage as an immediate cooling effect took some of the residual sting from the wound.

Sighing with contentment, you wrap an arm around his neck, fingers coming to rest at the hair which decorated the nape as you pull your fingers between the strands lightly. Against your leg, you can feel his cock twitch and you pointedly ignore it as his hand leaves your thigh, his fingers snapping on the lid of the salve as he lobbed it to the floor carelessly.

“Thank you.” You mutter, tilting your head to tap his, almost catlike.

“A good Lord knows how to keep his subjects satisfied. Even the insatiable ones.”

Smirking, you pull at his hair a little more roughly and are rewarded with a growl.

“A good Lord would also help to ease the ache of my back, but I suppose that work would be beneath him.”

A wolfish grin split his lips and you squeak in surprise as he moves quicker than you can anticipate; his hands flipping you over in the bed as your chest and face end up pressed against the sheets.

“You only had to ask, sweetheart.” He comments, looking bemused at your stunned expression, “You know I love playing with my toys.”

Rubbing his hands together with dramatic glee, his hands made themselves known on your shoulders, his palms rhythmic and gentle as they pressed into your flesh with just the right amount of force. It is enough to make you exhale deeply, your body melting into the bed as he set a steady pace.

The calloused and textured nature of his scarred hands was amazing as the pads of his fingers travelled across your exposed skin, creating a trail of gooseflesh in its wake as the dryness of his hands created a wonderful friction. Against your wishes, you can feel a spark of arousal at the sensations and the intimacy, but you will it away, not wanting to ruin the moment by inciting any extra fun.

However, as he pressed deeply against the small divot at the base of your spine, where most of your tension was carried, a deep groan escaped your lips as the sweet spot was stimulated.

“Keep making noises like that and you’ll have a hard problem to fix.”

His tone was sleazy as his fingers trailed lower, carving a slow line down your body as he approached your entrance. However, before he could get there, you reach behind with your hand and catch his wrist in a gentle grip.

“Maybe later.” You offer, your tone apologetic as you deny him, “But not right now.”

His body tilted to the side as his gaze sought out your own, testing the seriousness of your words. He held your eye for a moment before nodding as he recognised your wishes.

For all his accusations of you being the insatiable one, he was never one to deprive himself of any sort of pleasure when the opportunity arose.

But not tonight; it had been a long day and you needed the rest.

His hands returned to your body, their natural heat providing an interesting sensation as he methodically worked his way around each area of your back. It was almost reverent in the way that he ensured no space was left untouched and you could do nothing but lay subject to his whims.

Eventually, he pulled away, returning to his previous position by your left side as his arm came to rest across your back, snatching you close in a possessive grip.

“That was amazing.” You praise him in a voice thick with sleep as your exhaustion from the day was exacerbated by his soft ministrations.

“You going to sleep on me after that?” He asked, voice holding its amusement even as he shifted against you, his hardness pressing against your outer thigh.

“Yes.” You nod, your head brushing along the pillow even as you match his amusement with your own, “You’re a smart guy; you can either wait for me to wake up and then I’ll give you a special reward, or you can deal with it yourself right now, asshole.”

A flash of something alit in his eyes at the feisty words and whatever it was made you smile softly even as he gave a low chuckle and tucked his head above yours, settling in to join you for a long nap.

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Sometimes life in the factory was hectic and sometimes it was boring as all fuck.

Today it was the latter and with a lack of stimulating resources you elected to fall back into old habits and create your own stimulation.

Your back was pressed against the soft fabric of the couch, an old purchase from the Duke which Heisenberg had made many years before, and your head was propped against one of the arms with a small pillow bracing your neck. Naked as the day you were born, the furnace of the room was off for the moment and the chill in the air was welcome as it blew a cold breeze across your exposed skin.

The fingers of your left hand were tucked between your legs, drawing soft shapes along your pubic mound as you took things slow and steady. Your other hand was resting on your right tit, playing with the nipple there as it peaked in the cold air. It had been ten minutes since you had started your game, taking the time to explore every inch of your body as you built yourself up for some fun.

Almost like clockwork, a stern voice interrupted you suddenly, the shock of its appearance causing you to jump in place as your body jerked in surprise. Turning to face the television which was a few feet away from the couch, laying atop a discarded stool which put it on eye level with the couch, you meet the eyes of its owner.

You had never quite worked out where the webcams that existed within the televisions were hidden but you knew Heisenberg used them not only to keep an eye on his own factory but also on key areas around the village.

The quality of the image was not great but even through the graininess, you can see the stern look of disapproval which was being sent your way.

“I said, what do you think you’re doing?” Heisenberg repeated, his body moving closer to the screen and you can tell he has moved closer to his own monitor, his eyes squinting to gain a better picture of your body.

Bringing a gentle hand to your breast, you squeeze the globe there with a sigh as you answer him.

“Just lying here, thinking about Moreau.”

“What?!” He splutters, face screwing up in surprise for a moment before he cottoned on to your game, “Oh,” he purred, “that’s a good one, kitten. That little freak? Is his hunchback really doing it for you, yeah? Those pustules of vomit that make up his spine making your cunt drip?”

Grimacing as the image put you off a little, you shook the thoughts away as you focus on your task.

“They might be.” You confess, hand returning to cup at your pubic mound, “Or maybe I am lying and I’m thinking about something else.”

“What are you really thinking about?” His voice lowered a touch; the image may have been a bit shaky, but the audio was crystal clear and the cadence of his words washed over you, making you shiver.

“I’m thinking about the Lord of this factory.” You purr, drawing a circle around your peaked nipple with the tip of your finger, “I’m thinking about his cock, wrapped around my lips as I swallow him down hungrily. I’m thinking of how good he feels when he’s inside me, fucking me like a beast until we both can’t stand it any longer.”

You can hear his breathing through the television, how it grows more ragged as you continue speaking, and your hand slips back down to your slit.

“I’m thinking about his mouth on my thigh,” you make a show of running your fingers along his mark, forever branded into your skin, “marking his territory before devouring me like no one else can.” A moan slips past your lips as you slide a finger across your slit, bringing the wetness there to your mouth and licking it off slowly.

“Don’t you fucking move from there. I can’t get anything done here while you’re whining like a bitch in heat, so I’m coming up there to solve the problem myself.”

A rough growl emanated from the television, and you can hear just how pissed off he sounded as the scrape of his chair ended the call.

You knew he was working; he had told you specifically that he was inspired to attempt a new bonding process to merge flesh and steel, but you also couldn’t be held accountable for him checking in on you when he was supposed to be hard at work. Regardless, he did sound pissed but an angry Heisenberg was a passionate Heisenberg, and he was usually good at channelling that passion into something to keep you both amused.

You hear him before you see him, the heavy footfall of his boots as they thud along the corridor to your bedroom announcing his arrival.

“My, Lord-” you begin but he cuts you off with a wave of his hand, his coat flaring out from behind him in his haste. He was fully dressed, hat atop his head and glasses perched before his eyes, but you can see the clear tent in his slacks as he approaches you.

“No.” He commands, “Shut the fuck up.”

He comes to stand by the couch, his hulking mass looming over your prone body and you press your chest out to meet him, enticing him to join you but it falls on deaf ears as he locks a hand around your neck. The pressure is there but nothing painful and you can see he is agitated.

“As much as I love the show,” he started, voice catching as you palm his length through his slacks, “I can’t have you yowling like a bitch in heat and interrupting my work. So I have a solution.”

Removing his hand from your throat, he instead dipped it into the wide pocket of his coat and pulled out a metal plug, the thin tip which flared as it grew wider was shiny in the light of the room and the base of it was mechanised in some way but it was difficult to tell.

“Lift your ass. Now.” His tone left no room for dissent, and you immediately followed his instructions, raising your ass off the couch and splaying one leg over the back of it. Holding the plug in his hand he brought it to your lips and continued, “This goes in your cunt in ten seconds so I suggest you make it as wet as you can.”

Groaning softly at his harsh tone, you accept the plug into your mouth, wetting its end with your saliva as you pull it further in with your tongue. You even snake your tongue past the end of it, ensuring that you lick a small line across the tips of his fingers, a move which earns you a grunt of amusement, as you mentally count down the seconds.

“Time’s up.”

Gripping your thigh roughly, he bends to your lower half and pushes the plug within you, the flare at its widest point stretching your walls to the point of discomfort before it disappears as you exhale loudly. Swallowed by your sex, the plug was too wide to free itself without some considerable effort on your part.

Producing a remote from his other pocket, he holds it before your eyes and you can see a small metallic dial with different notches carved into it.

“Would you like a taste of my new toy, kitten? You might have noticed it’s a little bit different.” Heisenberg asks but doesn’t wait for an answer as he turns the dial of the remote up a single notch.

Instantly, the plug within you starts to buzz and the low thrum of it is maddening as it gently stimulates your core, nowhere near strong enough to provide any relief.

“Oh, wow.” You comment, unable to prevent the sarcasm leaking through. You would barely be able to get yourself off on such a low setting, he should know that.

Smirking even as his eyes narrow at the challenge, Heisenberg dips down and grips your chin between his thumb and forefinger.

“Let’s see how that attitude changes when you’re screaming for me to stop.”

His other thumb, still on the remote, flicks the dial around to its highest setting and the result is immediate. Vibrations, the likes of which you have never felt before, rocket through your core and you can feel it in your teeth as you bite down hard at the immediate overstimulation, the intensity making your whole body stiffen and jerk in place.

But just as quickly as it came, it was gone, and a nervousness pricked you as you took in the smug look which dripped off Heisenberg’s face as he readjusted the dial to its original setting.

“Stay there and don’t move. If you do, I’ll know, and you’ll suffer for it. I need to continue to keep an eye on my project to awaken so you just wait right here.”

Settling back against the couch, you place your hands on your navel in clear accordance with his rules and fire him a coquettish look. It has no effect, and he spares you one final glance, winking as he does so, before disappearing back through the door which he had come through.

The wait felt like an eternity, and you closed your eyes to focus on the quiet humming which you could faintly hear from below. The plug was big, not the biggest thing you had ever held inside you, but the flare was wicked and as you contracted and pushed your muscles, you were certain that it would not fall or slip out.

Soon enough, he appeared back on your screen, his glasses missing from his face as he surveyed your position, ensuring that you had followed all instructions. A satisfied growl came through the television as he spoke to you.

“If you fail to follow my instructions then I will string you up in my workplace and leave you there overnight with the device set to max so I can see what breaks first; your body or your mind.”

He would and you both knew it, so you nodded your consent.

“Pinch your tits.”

Shuddering at the command, you run both hands along your breasts, catching your peaked nipples once again between your fingers as you plucked at them softly. A started gasp escaped your chest as the device between your legs sprung to life, issuing an almost painful vibration through your system.

“Harder than that, kitten. You know I want to see that face squirm.” He drawled, clearly enjoying himself.

Steeling your grip, a sharp pain tinged with pleasure flooded your system as you pinched the sensitive buds, causing a low whine of discomfort from your lips.

“How’s that feel?”

“Hurts.”

He hums his consideration but under the low noise you can hear the sound of a zip and you know he has taken himself into his hand. You can picture it; him splayed out against his chair as he stroked his cock gently, pleasuring himself to the control he held over you and the thought makes you whine again, seeking more.

“Touch yourself,” the demand is clear, “circle that clit and tell me how it feels.”

Grunting as pleasure sparked from the gentle touch as you rubbed around your most sensitive spot, you answer him, “Great. It feels so fucking good.” Your moans of pleasure raise an octave as the plug within you steps up a notch, flooding your walls with fresh vibrations that seem to resonate throughout your core.

“Goddamn…” you hiss, laying your hand flat against the plug and feeling the vibrations coursing through your palm.

“Having fun?” The amusement in his tone was tinged with lust, making the short words come out rougher than you imagine he intended.

“Yes.” The word is groaned as your nimble fingers return to your clit, continuing to work around it as the sensation built within your gut, your peak approaching hastily as the unyielding buzz continued to stimulate that sweet spot within your walls.

“I bet you’re almost there,” his voice washed over you as your eyes snapped shut, “and I bet you wish I was there. A bitch needs a stud to keep her right.”

“Yes,” you grunt, picturing his hand in place of your own, rubbing you to bring you to where you wanted to be, “a bitch in heat.”

“Then stop right there and remove your hand.” He snarls, the noise catching you off guard as you comply and move your hand away from your aching core with a low keen, “Do you think you deserve to come?” He continued; gaze locked on your own as you glance at the screen.

“Yes.” You whine, hands instead moving back to your chest as the plug also drops back to its base level, the vibrations barely registering against you in your lustful panic, “I did everything you asked.”

“Even after putting me off my work? Fucking yourself on my couch like a whore to distract me from my task?” His words were harsh, but the teasing edge was there, he was pushing you and you could do nothing about it.

“Please, can I come?” You ask, voice almost pathetic with neediness. “Can I come, Sir?” You throw the title in, hoping to please him enough for him to release you.

“I bet your cunt is absolutely dripping,” he accused, drawing out the moment for as long as he wished, “desperate for my thick cock to stretch you and fuck you senseless.”

“It is, my Lord.” You practically sob, the vibrations of the plug holding you so close to the edge that it was torturous, “Please?”

“Then do it. Come for your Lord and be thankful that I enjoyed the little show you put on enough to let you.”

He didn’t have to tell you twice and your hand flew to your engorged clit, a frantic determination to finish before he could make any more demands of you making your fingers move quickly as they stroked the bundle of nerves. Your breathing came in short panting gasps, but a strangled squeak escaped you as the plug jumped a level in intensity and the vibrations against your sensitive walls, paired with the stimulation of your clit, was too much and it pushed you over.

Your teeth crashed together, a scream biting out from between them, as your orgasm hit; the intensity almost too much to handle as your body jerked in place, bolts of pleasure arcing your spine against the couch as you thrust your hips into the empty air, seeking relief from the delightful suffering. The plug continued to buzz away, sending fresh waves of ecstasy rippling through you as it moved within you at every jerk, your fingers clawing against the fabric of the couch in distress.

Mercifully, the plug powered down suddenly and it left you twitching in place. The overstimulation making your limbs convulse as you attempted to catch your breath. Over the rushing in your ears, you hear a low groan followed by several muttered obscenities and you can tell that his orgasm wasn’t far behind your own.

“Great performance, kitten.” The smug satisfaction in his tone was grating but you chose to ignore it for the moment, “Makes me think I should get a repeat in front of a more captive audience.”

“No time like the present.” You offer, still panting slightly, the idea of spending the afternoon playing his games much more attractive than any other option you had available to you.

His voice is silent for a moment before a loud tut issues through the television.

“Ah, fuck it. It could be another half day before this tin man needs oiled.” The sound of a scraping chair resonates once again as he appears before the screen once again, “See you soon, kitten.” He growls, his face filling the small space, “And don’t think about touching that fucking plug before I make it there.”

Swivelling in place, you stand on shaky legs and hobble your way over to the dresser. You can barely feel any mess on your thighs, and you know the plug is holding it in there, waiting for its owners’ release. Picking up the small bottle of water you were after, you chug it down and the cool liquid soothes your raw throat and you hum in satisfaction.

If his playful mood was anything to go by, you had a feeling you would need more than this to keep your fluids up before the day was through.

Chapter Text

Sometimes life in the factory was hectic and sometimes it was boring as all fuck.

Today it was the latter and with a lack of stimulating resources you elected to fall back into old habits and create your own stimulation.

Your back was pressed against the soft fabric of the couch, an old purchase from the Duke which Heisenberg had made many years before, and your head was propped against one of the arms with a small pillow bracing your neck. Naked as the day you were born, the furnace of the room was off for the moment and the chill in the air was welcome as it blew a cold breeze across your exposed skin.

The fingers of your left hand were tucked between your legs, drawing soft shapes along your groin as you took things slow and steady. Your other hand was resting on your right nipple, playing with the bud there as it peaked in the cold air. It had been ten minutes since you had started your game, taking the time to explore every inch of your body as you built yourself up for some fun.

Almost like clockwork, a stern voice interrupted you suddenly, the shock of its appearance causing you to jump in place as your body jerked in surprise. Turning to face the television which was a few feet away from the couch, laying atop a discarded stool which put it on eye level with the couch, you meet the eyes of its owner.

You had never quite worked out where the webcams that existed within the televisions were hidden but you knew Heisenberg used them not only to keep an eye on his own factory but also on key areas around the village.

The quality of the image was not great but even through the graininess, you can see the stern look of disapproval which was being sent your way.

“I said, what do you think you’re doing?” Heisenberg repeated, his body moving closer to the screen and you can tell he has moved closer to his own monitor, his eyes squinting to gain a better picture of your body.

Bringing your other hand to your nipple, you squeeze it softly there with a sigh as you answer him.

“Just lying here, thinking about Moreau.”

“What?!” He splutters, face screwing up in surprise for a moment before he cottoned on to your game, “Oh,” he purred, “that’s a good one, pup. That little freak? Is his hunchback really doing it for you, yeah? Those pustules of vomit that make up his spine making your cock drip?”

Grimacing as the image put you off a little, you shook the thoughts away as you focus on your task.

“They might be.” You confess, hand moving lower to cup at your balls, “Or maybe I am lying and I’m thinking about something else.”

“What are you really thinking about?” His voice lowered a touch; the image may have been a bit shaky, but the audio was crystal clear and the cadence of his words washed over you, making you shiver.

“I’m thinking about the Lord of this factory.” You purr, drawing a circle around your peaked nipple with the tip of your finger, “I’m thinking about his cock, wrapped around my lips as I swallow him down hungrily. I’m thinking of how good he feels when he’s inside me, fucking me like a beast until we both can’t stand it any longer.”

You can hear his breathing through the television, how it grows more ragged as you continue speaking, and your hand slips up to stroke along your cock leisurely.

“I’m thinking about his mouth on my thigh,” you make a show of running your fingers along his mark, forever branded into your skin, “marking his territory before sucking me dry like no one else can.” A moan slips past your lips as you slide a finger across your head, bringing the precum there to your mouth and licking it off slowly.

“Don’t you fucking move from there. I can’t get anything done here while you’re whining like a bitch in heat, so I’m coming up there to solve the problem myself.”

A rough growl emanated from the television and you can hear just how pissed off he sounded as the scrape of his chair ended the call.

You knew he was working; he had told you specifically that he was inspired to attempt a new bonding process to merge flesh and steel, but you also couldn’t be held accountable for him checking in on you when he was supposed to be hard at work. Regardless, he did sound pissed but an angry Heisenberg was a passionate Heisenberg and he was usually good at channelling that passion into something to keep you both amused.

You hear him before you see him, the heavy footfall of his boots as they thud along the corridor to your bedroom announcing his arrival.

“My, Lord-” you begin but he cuts you off with a wave of his hand, his coat flaring out from behind him in his haste. He was fully dressed, hat atop his head and glasses perched before his eyes, but you can see the clear tent in his slacks as he approaches you.

“No.” He commands, “Shut the fuck up.”

He comes to stand by the couch, his hulking mass looming over your prone body and you press your body out to meet him, enticing him to join you but it falls on deaf ears as he locks a hand around your neck. The pressure is there but nothing painful and you can see he is agitated.

“As much as I love the show,” he started, voice catching as you palm his length through his slacks, “I can’t have you yowling like a bitch in heat and interrupting my work. So I have a solution.”

Removing his hand from your throat, he instead dipped it into the wide pocket of his coat and pulled out a metal plug, the thin tip which flared as it grew wider was shiny in the light of the room and the base of it was mechanised in some way but it was difficult to tell.

“Lift your ass. Now.” His tone left no room for dissent, and you immediately followed his instructions, raising your ass off the couch and splaying one leg over the back of it. Holding the plug in his hand he brought it to your lips and continued, “This goes in your ass in ten seconds so I suggest you make it as wet as you can.”

Groaning softly at his harsh tone, you accept the plug into your mouth, wetting its end with your saliva as you pull it further in with your tongue. You even snake your tongue past the end of it, ensuring that you lick a small line across the tips of his fingers, a move which earns you a grunt of amusement, as you mentally count down the seconds.

“Time’s up.”

Gripping your thigh roughly, he bends to your lower half and pushes the plug within you, the flare at its widest point stretching your walls to the point of discomfort before it disappears as you exhale loudly. Swallowed by the ring of muscle, the plug was too wide to free itself without some considerable effort on your part.

Producing a remote from his other pocket, he holds it before your eyes and you can see a small metallic dial with different notches carved into it.

“Would you like a taste of my new toy, pup? You might have noticed it’s a little bit different.” Heisenberg asks but doesn’t wait for an answer as he turns the dial of the remote up a single notch.

Instantly, the plug within you starts to buzz and the low thrum of it is maddening as it gently stimulates the nerves in your ass, barely touching your prostate and nowhere near strong enough to provide any relief.

“Oh, wow.” You comment, unable to prevent the sarcasm leaking through. You would barely be able to get yourself off on such a low setting, he should know that.

Smirking even as his eyes narrow at the challenge, Heisenberg dips down and grips your chin between his thumb and forefinger.

“Let’s see how that attitude changes when you’re screaming for me to stop.”

His other thumb, still on the remote, flicks the dial around to its highest setting and the result is immediate. Vibrations, the likes of which you have never felt before, rocket through you and you can feel it in your teeth as you bite down hard at the immediate overstimulation, the intensity making your whole body stiffen and jerk in place as it rattled your sweet spot without mercy.

But just as quickly as it came, it was gone, and a nervousness pricked you as you took in the smug look which dripped off Heisenberg’s face as he readjusted the dial to its original setting.

“Stay there and don’t move. If you do, I’ll know, and you’ll suffer for it. I need to continue to keep an eye on my project to awaken so you just wait right here.”

Settling back against the couch, you place your hands on your navel in clear accordance with his rules and fire him a coquettish look. It has no effect, and he spares you one final glance, winking as he does so, before disappearing back through the door which he had come through.

The wait felt like an eternity, and you closed your eyes to focus on the quiet humming which you could faintly hear from below. The plug was big, not the biggest thing you had ever held inside you, but the flare was wicked and as you contracted and pushed your muscles, you were certain that it would not fall or slip out.

Soon enough, he appeared back on your screen, his glasses missing from his face as he surveyed your position, ensuring that you had followed all instructions. A satisfied growl came through the television as he spoke to you.

“If you fail to follow my instructions then I will string you up in my workplace and leave you there overnight with the device set to max so I can see what breaks first; your body or your mind.”

He would and you both knew it so you nodded your consent.

“Pinch your tits.”

Shuddering at the command, you run both hands along your chest, catching your peaked nipples once again between your fingers as you plucked at them softly. A started gasp escaped your chest as the device between your legs sprung to life, issuing an almost painful vibration through your system.

“Harder than that, pup. You know I want to see that face squirm.” He drawled, clearly enjoying himself.

Steeling your grip, a sharp pain tinged with pleasure flooded your system as you pinched the sensitive buds, causing a low whine of discomfort from your lips.

“How’s that feel?”

“Hurts.”

He hums his consideration but under the low noise you can hear the sound of a zip and you know he has taken himself into his hand. You can picture it; him splayed out against his chair as he stroked his cock gently, pleasuring himself to the control he held over you and the thought makes you whine again, seeking more.

“Touch yourself,” the demand is clear, “run your hand along your shaft and tell me how it feels.”

Grunting as pleasure sparked from the gentle touch as you ran your fist along your hard length, you answer him, “Great. It feels so fucking good.” Your moans of pleasure raise an octave as the plug within you steps up a notch, flooding your walls with fresh vibrations that seem to resonate throughout you as you continue to jerk your cock.

“Goddamn…” you hiss, laying your other hand flat against the plug and feeling the vibrations coursing through your palm.

“Having fun?” The amusement in his tone was tinged with lust, making the short words come out rougher than you imagine he intended.

“Yes.” The word is groaned as your nimble fingers work along the head of your cock, caressing the sensitive skin there and further spreading your precum as the sensation built within your gut, your peak approaching hastily as the unyielding buzz continued to stimulate that sweet spot within your ass.

“I bet you’re almost there,” his voice washed over you as your eyes snapped shut, “and I bet you wish I was there. A bitch needs a stud to keep him right.”

“Yes,” you grunt, picturing his hand in place of your own, jerking you to bring you to where you wanted to be, “a bitch in heat.”

“Then stop right there and remove your hand.” He snarls, the noise catching you off guard as you comply and move your hand away from your twitching cock with a low keen, “Do you think you deserve to come?” He continued, gaze locked on your own as you glance at the screen.

“Yes.” You whine, hands instead moving back to your chest as the plug also drops back to its base level, the vibrations barely registering against you in your lustful panic, “I did everything you asked.”

“Even after putting me off my work? Fucking yourself on my couch like a whore to distract me from my task?” His words were harsh but the teasing edge was there, he was pushing you and you could do nothing about it.

“Please, can I come?” You ask, voice almost pathetic with neediness. “Can I come, Sir?” You throw the title in, hoping to please him enough for him to release you.

“I bet your cock is absolutely dripping,” he accused, drawing out the moment for as long as he wished, “desperate for my thick cock to stretch you and fuck you senseless.”

“It is, my Lord.” You practically sob, the vibrations of the plug holding you so close to the edge that it was torturous, “Please?”

“Then do it. Come for your Lord and be thankful that I enjoyed the little show you put on enough to let you.”

He didn’t have to tell you twice and your hand flew back to your cock, a frantic determination to finish before he could make any more demands of you making your fingers move quickly as they stroked you quickly. Your breathing came in short panting gasps, but a strangled squeak escaped you as the plug jumped a level in intensity and the vibrations against your most sensitive spot, paired with the stimulation of your cock, was too much and it pushed you over.

Your teeth crashed together, a scream biting out from between them, as your orgasm hit; the intensity almost too much to handle as your body jerked in place, bolts of pleasure arcing your spine against the couch as you thrust your hips into the empty air, seeking relief from the delightful suffering. The plug continued to buzz away, sending fresh waves of ecstasy rippling through you as it moved within you at every jerk, your fingers clawing against the fabric of the couch in distress as your release painted your stomach in thin ropes.

Mercifully, the plug powered down suddenly and it left you twitching in place. The overstimulation making your limbs convulse as you attempted to catch your breath. Over the rushing in your ears, you hear a low groan followed by several muttered obscenities and you can tell that his orgasm wasn’t far behind your own.

“Great performance, pup.” The smug satisfaction in his tone was grating but you chose to ignore it for the moment, “Makes me think I should get a repeat in front of a more captive audience.”

“No time like the present.” You offer, still panting slightly, the idea of spending the afternoon playing his games much more attractive than any other option you had available to you.

His voice is silent for a moment before a loud tut issues through the television.

“Ah, fuck it. It could be another half day before this tin man needs oiled.” The sound of a scraping chair resonates once again as he appears before the screen once again, “See you soon, pup.” He growls, his face filling the small space, “And don’t think about touching that fucking plug before I make it there.”

Swivelling in place, you stand on shaky legs and hobble your way over to the dresser. You can barely feel any mess on your thighs, and you know the plug is holding it in there, waiting for its owners’ release. Picking up the small bottle of water you were after, you chug it down and the cool liquid soothes your raw throat and you hum in satisfaction.

If his playful mood was anything to go by, you had a feeling you would need more than this to keep your fluids up before the day was through.

Chapter Text

You had read the signs.

It was no secret that Heisenberg was a temperamental man. He may give off the appearance of being a slob, but he worked harder than anyone you had known before; often pulling all-nighters without sleep if he were focusing on a project and making up for it when he passed out from the exhaustion. One man creating an army was no easy feat and the pressure of such a task weighed on him often.

Not only that but he had been in close contact with Miranda recently, attending meetings with her several times over the last week as she sought his opinion on some village business. His dealings with Miranda always left him in a foul mood, and it was an unspoken understanding that you stayed out of his way for a while after he returned from her, lest the fiery nature you shared lead to something which neither of you could come back from.

You were no fool and while physical violence, be it through his fists or his powers, was never something you generally feared from him, you knew the potential lurked within as an unfortunate reality of his charged instability.

You had read the signs.

His temperament was more volatile than usual, his control of both his power and his attitude too chaotic for you to spend too long sharing a space with him. It was stress and rage, a torrid mixture that needed to be dealt with before it could erupt.

What he needed someone else to take the reins but that was easier said than done. A lifetime of being held under Miranda’s thumb had made him resistant to giving up even an ounce of control which he did not have to and his reaction to any attempts in doing so was very uneasy.

However, he was not immune to certain tricks and over time you had become a master of perfecting such sleight of hand; for both of your benefits.

It had taken less than ten minutes to get him to agree.

Ten minutes of sitting in his lap, rubbing yourself against his body and whispering sweet nothings into his ear; promises of sexual favours to come as you tried to convince him to think that letting you have control was something you wanted and not something he needed.

But it had worked and, as you stand at the base of the large bed, you can’t help but feel the power of the situation making your breath quicken as you bite back a moan.

The metal-polymer hybrid was an inspired choice. Unable to bend to his will, the material had been fashioned into a thick set of cuffs which bound his hands and feet to the corners of the bed, his large frame easily able to stretch out and fill the space. His lack of control over the cuffs was necessary and he had even agreed to make them strong enough to ensure that escape would be a struggle.

Not impossible, his enhanced strength making that unrealistic, but difficult enough to require real effort on his part.

Secured in place, every inch of his body was exposed to your hungry sight. The thick mat of salt and pepper hair which covered his chest moving as he breathed, you follow the trail of hair down to his cock; half hard already despite the fact you had done nothing to touch him aside from locking his limbs in place. His hair lay messily around his head, a grey halo which framed his face as he watched you set up for the fun ahead.

At the base of the bed and just to the side of his feet, you lay out the toys you planned to use, deliberately keeping them just out of his eyeline so you can keep some of the surprises at bay. You knew his limits as he knew yours and all your usual agreements, spoken and unspoken, were in place.

You clamber atop him as you move around the bed, your legs bent around his soft stomach as you straddle his broad body and you can feel the heat of his skin as it presses against your exposed core.

“You ready?” You ask, a shiver snaking down your spine as you rub yourself against him lightly, “Is my Lord ready to be taken care of?”

“Such a fucking tease,” he growls but there is little venom in the words as he’s just as excited for this as you are, “just get on with it.”

“Ah, ah,” you interrupt him with a soft finger on his lips, silencing his words, “that sounded like a demand and that’s not what’s happening here. You’re my slut now and i’ll take what’s mine as I want it, when I want it.”

His lips pulled back into a wolfish snarl, the possessive words having their effect as you slip free of his body, returning to the base of the bed. The first thing you pick up from the small pile is a small bottle of oil, a secret purchase from the Duke, and you squirt some of the cool liquid into your palms.

Rubbing your palms together to warm it up, you crawl back on the bed and take place between his opened legs as you begin. Spreading the oil across his lower calves, you ensure that the pressure is there; his unnatural hardiness taking a great effort to get any results as you dig your fingers into the flesh, massaging the skin with purpose.

Slipping your hands higher, you move past his knees and start to manipulate his thighs. The scarred tissue across his legs appeared almost stark white against his surprisingly tanned skin and you take the time to show great care to every line, running your fingers along them as you rub in the oil there.

Above you, you can hear him bite back a soft groan as you work his inner thighs, the more sensitive skin there requiring less pressure to get a reaction. His cock- growing harder with every passing moment- lay before you in the most tempting way but you ensure that you avoid it as much as possible.

This was your game and you would play it as you liked.

Happy with the lower half, you roll over his leg and move further up the bed. Retaking your earlier position on his chest, you scoot down slightly so that your ass rested just above his pelvis. His cock is warm against your lower back and you wriggle against it slightly, enticing him to pay attention to you.

“Bitch.” He grunts and you can see he is resisting the urge to buck against you, a thin sheen of sweat is visible on his forehead and your knees lock in place at the obvious effect you are having on him.

“Sweating already?” You tease, running an oily finger across his forehead to disturb the wetness there, “At this rate you won’t last very long, Karl.” Bracing yourself against his thighs as you lean back to grab another item, you hum in consideration, “Maybe we need to add this,” you show him the metal cock ring now encased in your palm, “to keep you from ruining my fun.”

Reaching behind you, you fumble messily for his cock and a smirk graces your lips at the way he jerks into your touch as you slip the cock ring down his thick length. It was the perfect size for him, specially crafted by his own hand at your request and it fit like a glove even as he groaned at the prolonged contact and slight pinch.

“There,” you smile, “now I don’t have to worry about you shooting off like a schoolboy getting his first blowjob.”

“Keep talking like a little slut, sweetheart,” he grunts, a drop of sweat rolling past the wide scar across his nose as he glares at you heatedly, “and we’ll see who wins in the end. I won’t be lying here forever and when the roles are switched, I’ll fuck you so hard that you’ll not be able to move for weeks. Hell, I’ll even get some of my soldats up here to fuck you too and I’ll watch as they reduce you to a sobbing bitch who can’t handle the pleasu-”

His words were cut off by your hand, clasped over his mouth as your other hand fumbled for the gag you had brought specifically for this purpose. A small yelp escaped you as his sharp teeth caught at the edge of your finger and you glare at him even as a fresh wave of arousal sweeps through you, further wetting your core.

“Open your mouth or I’ll leave you here and finish myself.” You warn with complete sincerity; if he wouldn’t play by your rules then he wouldn’t play at all.

A victorious look alit in his eyes as he willingly opened his jaw, pleased to have gotten such a rise from you, and you place the leather strap within his mouth. The thin straps at the end remain loose and you lift his head to tie them securely behind his head; loosely enough to be removed easily by your hands but tight enough to ensure that he can’t do much about it without assistance.

“Now where was I,” you mutter softly as you run your hands along his pecs, brushing his nipples as you card your fingers through his chest hair, massaging him once again, “oh yeah.”

Reapplying some oil to your hands, you take the time to run the liquid along his outstretched arms and chest, focusing your attention on the slight roundness of his stomach as you apply a thin layer across the exposed skin. The wetness between your legs was undeniable and you could feel it spreading across his lower stomach as your body moved around gently building up a slow friction.

Once again, his scarring fascinated you and you draw a rough fingernail across one particularly ragged line across his chest; the torn skin cutting through the mat of hair there and leaving an interesting texture across your fingertip. Glancing up at Heisenberg, you meet his eyes and the arousal there is palatable, and you can’t help but squirm against him, pressing your cunt against the muscle to find a little relief against the ache there.

“Finished.” You announce, leaning back to admire your handiwork as he lay beneath you, chest moving up and down as he regulated his breathing, “But I still think you need to learn when to shut your mouth.”

Snatching up another item from the pile, you dangle the nipple clamps before his eyes, and you don’t miss the spark of interest that they inspire. His nipples were surprisingly sensitive, and he loved to have his own teased just as much as he enjoyed teasing yours. These particular clamps were a bit too strong for yourself to enjoy but he loved them, and you can see him swallow and you snap them open and closed before his eyes.

Slipping your hand down, you pluck at his left nipple until it peaks and quickly snap the clamp shut over it, the pinch forcing his body to jerk in place and you feel the head of his cock bobbing against the base of your spine. Repeating the process with his right nipple, you admire the clamps for a moment and give an experimental tug on the small chain which connects them.

The teeth of the clamps hold on tight at the pull and a low whine issues from behind the leather gag as a flush of red colours his face.

Giving another experimental tug as you run a hand along his exposed neck, you are rewarded with another low groan, the sound going straight to your core and forcing you to clench against him.

“I can’t imagine how hard your cock must be right now,” you whisper in his ear, bending down to brush your lips against his neck, “what you would promise me if I agreed to let you fuck me raw and stretch me with your thickness.”

Rolling off his chest, you can see the wet spot which you have left on his lower stomach, and you run a finger along it as you retake your earlier position between his legs. Bringing your finger to your lips you can taste the tang of your own arousal and, bending forward, you give the tip of his cock an experimental lick; the saltiness of the precum there mixing with your own arousal in a somewhat familiar way.

“Let’s see how well this little toy works.” You call out to him, smirking wickedly as your finger runs along the metal cock ring before drawing a slow line along his hard length. He’s so hard that the veins of his cock are visible as you place soft butterfly kisses along the underside of his length.

The noises from beneath the gag are little more than grunts and low whines as he moves his hips towards you, seeking out relief, and you take pity on him, accepting the head of his cock into your mouth with a vulgar slurp as you run your tongue along the sensitive head.

Immediately he tried to buck up into your mouth as his hips snap forward but you had anticipated this, and you ensure that you keep control as you move far enough away to ensure that he gets what you are giving and not what he wants. Your tongue draws shapes across his head sloppily as your hand comes to rest at the base of his cock, stroking gently as the tips of your fingers ghost along his balls.

His grunts grow louder and you can see the tell-tale tightening of his thighs as his cock twitches within your mouth and you can tell he is close. Keeping up your gentle assault, you allow him to reach his peak, his hips snapping move rapidly as he reached the point of orgasm. However, as he did so, you pull away and admire the way in which his cock jerked in the empty space, the head glistening with your saliva and his precum as his orgasm was ruined; the cock ring preventing any release for his aching length.

From behind the gag, you can hear him attempting words; no doubt hurling obscenities and threats at you for the cruel behaviour and ruin. Moving up so you can face him, you can see the painful arousal in his eyes, tinged with anger and something else which makes your heart stutter for a moment, and you cover the feeling by pressing your face against his neck. Your teeth bite at the skin between his neck and shoulder as you suck at the flesh there with great effort, admiring the small mark which is left as you pull away.

“Beautiful.” You praise, stroking the mark with one hand as your free hand dips down to your slit. Your core is aching and you dip a finger between your folds, running a finger along your engorged clit and feeling a spark of pleasure shoot up your spine and curl in your stomach as you masturbate yourself atop him; his eyes glued to your hand as it moves frantically between your legs.

Pulling your fingers free, you use your free hand to slip down the leather gag from his mouth as you bring your fingers to his lips. He accepts them greedily, sucking your juices down like a desperate man and you give a low grunt as he cleans your fingers thoroughly.

“I’ll make you a deal, pet,” you throw the new name at him with a teasing edge as his eyes meet your own, “if you can get me off while I play with my next toy, then I’ll ride you. Deal?”

Raising his head to meet you slightly, his hair fell forward as he grinned wickedly.

“Only if I get another taste of you,” his tongue flicked out, rubbing along his lips as he smacked them together crassly, “I want to sample that cunt like a banquet.”

You could get behind that and a shudder racks though you at the thought of his tongue between your legs once again. But before you concede to his wishes, you bring forward the final toy you planned to use.

The crackle of the electricity as you press the button on the wand is audible and you can see the small sparks as they arc from the end of the device. Electricity worked differently on his body to your own, where for you it caused a pinpoint of pain followed by a pleasant tingle, for him it was pure pleasure. The electricity seemed to absorb into his unique system, energising the skin where it was placed and the voltage, he was able to take without feeling any sort of discomfort was inhuman.

His eyes settled on the customised electric wand and you can see the curl of his lips as he fought off a smirk; his cock twitching against your ass in undeniable interest.

Twisting your body in place so you were now facing his legs rather than his head, you lower your chest to his stomach as you slowly back your soaking core up towards his mouth, the anticipation making your breath ragged as your hard nipples brush against his pelvis.

Your cry is almost savage as his warm tongue immediately sets to work on your cunt, thrusting up within your hole as the stubble of his beard rubs against your sensitive skin, alighting the area with a pleasant burn. He devours you like a man possessed and the sudden onslaught is enough to distract you from your original plan as your press against him, your juices smearing against his chin and nose and you writhe in place.

Gaining a hold of yourself, you bring the electric wand down against his thigh and click the button, delivering a shock to the skin there with a faint crackle. At the sensation, he moans against your cunt, tongue freeing itself from you to lick along your slit as he pushes his hips up to meet you. Following his guidance, you deliver the shocks systematically across his thighs and pelvis, tactfully avoiding his bobbing cock as you do so.

Each shock rewards you with a slight jerk of his body as he continues to devour you, at one point gathering your clit between his lips and sucking at it gently; a move which forces your knees to lock around his shoulders as you grip at his thighs with clawed fingers, pushing against him as the pleasure rockets through you. You want to scream at him, but you keep your mouth closed, only allowed small whines to escape as you press against him desperately.

Your orgasm is fast approaching and as his rough tongue continues to alternate between flicking at your clit and lapping at your core, you come undone with a muted scream. Your thighs lock around his shoulders as you pin him in place, your cunt pressing against his face as you chase your pleasure without care for his ability to breath. Within your hand, you press the tip of the electric wand on the metal cock ring that restrained his throbbing cock and you click it one final time.

The vibrations against your core as he growls his own pleasure against you is heavenly and your legs twitch as the small aftershocks of your orgasm pulse through you. It’s only when they begin to recede that you take mercy on him, sliding yourself forward and feeling just how slippery your core was as a result of your orgasm and his saliva.

Flipping back to your original position as your cunt continues to spasm against his lower stomach, you bend down to capture his lips in your own. The taste of your pleasure is strong against your tongue and it’s all you can smell as you bite at his lips, your shared kiss rough and sloppy as you both taste the other.

“Happy?” You mutter against his lips.

“Delicious.” He bites back, his mouth still smeared with your juices, and you can feel the smug satisfaction radiating from him despite the compliment, “You’re always so wet for me, little slut.”

At the term, you raise your body slightly and rub your entrance against his rock-hard cock, the move drawing a strangled gasp from him as he immediately bucks towards you.

Sinking down, you accept the majority of his length without too much difficulty; the stretch pleasant but lacking too much friction due your juices as you sheathe him within you, making no attempt to move off as you adjust to the sudden fullness.

“Beg for it.” You tell him.

“What?”

“Beg for me to take the ring off so you can come.” You explain, squeezing him with your inner muscles and releasing a loud groan as you did so, “I want to hear you ask.”

“You think I can’t fuck you to shreds with it on?”

“No,” you agree, “but I will leave it on as I fuck you and don’t let you come.”

“Great argument, kitten.” He chuckles, “Please take it off so I can fuck you senseless.” He added, the emphasis on the first word beyond sarcastic but a deal was a deal and you slip free of him so you can pull the cock ring off.

Tossing it carelessly to the floor, you sink down on him once more with a triumphant cry as he immediately snaps his hips up to meet you, burying his full length within you without mercy as you cling to his shoulders with sharp nails.

Still sensitive from your orgasm, it didn’t take long for your vocalisations to grow desperate and broken, flicking between groans and muttered pleas without reason as his cock thrust within you; each long stroke feeling like it was pulling you with him as your walls gripped him frantically.

Below you, his long denial had left Heisenberg on the edge, and he chased his own pleasure with abandon as he pistoned with you, meeting your every bounce with a thrust as he growled obscenities which you could barely hear.

With a guttural cry, every inch of your body seemed to tense as your orgasm peaked once more; your walls convulsing around him as they milked his cock, drawing him in further as your fingers dug in deeply to the flesh of his shoulders to keep your balance as you came. Beneath you, the tightening of your walls was enough to push him over the edge too and you felt his cock twitch as a garbled snarl of words flew from his lips and the heat of his release flooded you.

Lost in your combined pleasure, you both continued to go through the motions of your fuck even as your orgasms subsided, the aftershocks of ecstasy making you both twitch as the scent of sex and sweat hung in the air. Eventually, you pull yourself free of his wilting cock, the effort almost inhumane for your wobbly limbs as you reach over his head to free the locks of his cuffs. With a quick snap, his hands were free and as he rubbed at his own wrists, you rolled off him for a moment so that you could repeat the process with his ankle cuffs.

Having unrestrained him, you slip back up the bed to lay against his side and a clatter alerts you to the fact that you have accidentally knocked the various toys free of the bed. Ignoring them, you focus on his warmth as you lay your head on the expanse of his chest; enjoying the quickened beat of his heart as his body continued to come down form the height of his orgasm.

“Wrists?” You sigh quietly, moving your thighs slightly and marvelling at how slippery they were due to your own arousal and his release which was leaking out of you slowly as you relaxed.

“Fine,” he answered in a heavy voice, “might need some improvement. Almost ripped through them when you pulled that trick with the wand.”

Smiling at how far you had pushed his restraint, you stretch your arms overhead as your body enjoyed the movement, releasing some of its tension. Beneath you, you can feel how relaxed his body is and, as you turn up to meet his gaze, there is an obvious reduction in some of the thin lines which had been gracing his face the last few days.

“Good. Fix them.” you agree, “I can’t have you escaping when I’m having my fun.”

Growling at the words, his head dips down to brush against your ear, “Fun? Was it fun, kitten? Did you like using my body like a wanton slut?”

“Yes.” Nodding, you tilt your head slightly, “Why, does that make you happy?”

He makes a low noise on contentment in his throat and reclines once more, his thick forearm coming to rest on your back as he pulled you closer. The scent of sex and sweat was still strong in the air but there was also a heaviness of exhaustion, and you can sense his desire to sleep.

“Stay with me.” You mutter, running a finger along his stomach, “At least for a few hours.”

“Another round already?” The words are light and teasing but the effect is ruined by the yawn which stretches his jaw, putting his teeth on display, “But maybe you’re right. Can’t work while I’m distracted.” He added.

Securing your arm around him, the thickness of his torso trapped below your much smaller arm, you settle in for a nap and you feel him relax as he does the same. Silence reigns in the room with the sound of soft breathing the only noise to break the quiet and the last thought to capture your attention before exhaustion claims you is that you should use his stress as an excuse to do this more often.

Chapter Text

You had read the signs.

It was no secret that Heisenberg was a temperamental man. He may give off the appearance of being a slob, but he worked harder than anyone you had known before; often pulling all-nighters without sleep if he were focusing on a project and making up for it when he passed out from the exhaustion. One man creating an army was no easy feat and the pressure of such a task weighed on him often.

Not only that but he had been in close contact with Miranda recently, attending meetings with her several times over the last week as she sought his opinion on some village business. His dealings with Miranda always left him in a foul mood, and it was an unspoken understanding that you stayed out of his way for a while after he returned from her, lest the fiery nature you shared lead to something which neither of you could come back from.

You were no fool and while physical violence, be it through his fists or his powers, was never something you generally feared from him, you knew the potential lurked within as an unfortunate reality of his charged instability.

You could read the signs.

His temperament was more volatile than usual, his control of both his power and his attitude too chaotic for you to spend too long sharing a space with him. It was stress and rage, a torrid mixture that needed to be dealt with before it could erupt.

What he needed someone else to take the reins but that was easier said than done. A lifetime of being held under Miranda’s thumb had made him resistant to giving up even an ounce of control which he did not have to and his reaction to any attempts in doing so was very uneasy.

However, he was not immune to certain tricks and over time you had become a master of perfecting such sleight of hand; for both of your benefits.

It had taken less than ten minutes to get him to agree.

Ten minutes of sitting in his lap, rubbing yourself against his body and whispering sweet nothings into his ear; promises of sexual favours to come as you tried to convince him to think that letting you have control was something you wanted and not something he needed.

But it had worked and, as you stand at the base of the large bed, you can’t help but feel the power of the situation making your breath quicken as you bite back a moan.

The metal-polymer hybrid was an inspired choice. Unable to bend to his will, the material had been fashioned into a thick set of cuffs which bound his hands and feet to the corners of the bed, his large frame easily able to stretch out and fill the space. His lack of control over the cuffs was necessary and he had even agreed to make them strong enough to ensure that escape would be a struggle.

Not impossible, his enhanced strength making that unrealistic, but difficult enough to require real effort on his part.

Secured in place, every inch of his body was exposed to your hungry sight. The thick mat of salt and pepper hair which covered his chest moving as he breathed, you follow the trail of hair down to his cock; half hard already despite the fact you had done nothing to touch him aside from locking his limbs in place. His hair lay messily around his head, a grey halo which framed his face as he watched you set up for the fun ahead.

At the base of the bed and just to the side of his feet, you lay out the toys you planned to use, deliberately keeping them just out of his eyeline so you can keep some of the surprises at bay. You knew his limits as he knew yours and all your usual agreements, spoken and unspoken, were in place.

You clamber atop him as you move around the bed, your legs bent around his soft stomach as you straddle his broad body and you can feel the heat of his skin as it presses against your ass.

“You ready?” You ask, a shiver snaking down your spine as you rub yourself against him lightly, “Is my Lord ready to be taken care of?”

“Such a fucking tease,” he growls but there is little venom in the words as he’s just as excited for this as you are, “just get on with it.”

“Ah, ah,” you interrupt him with a soft finger on his lips, silencing his words, “that sounded like a demand and that’s not what’s happening here. You’re my slut now and i’ll take what’s mine as I want it, when I want it.”

His lips pulled back into a wolfish snarl, the possessive words having their effect as you slip free of his body, returning to the base of the bed. The first thing you pick up from the small pile is a small bottle of oil, a secret purchase from the Duke, and you squirt some of the cool liquid into your palms.

Rubbing your palms together to warm it up, you crawl back on the bed and take place between his opened legs as you begin. Spreading the oil across his lower calves, you ensure that the pressure is there; his unnatural hardiness taking a great effort to get any results as you dig your fingers into the flesh, massaging the skin with purpose.

Slipping your hands higher, you move past his knees and start to manipulate his thighs. The scarred tissue across his legs appeared almost stark white against his surprisingly tanned skin and you take the time to show great care to every line, running your fingers along them as you rub in the oil there.

Above you, you can hear him bite back a soft groan as you work his inner thighs, the more sensitive skin there requiring less pressure to get a reaction. His cock- growing harder with every passing moment- lay before you in the most tempting way but you ensure that you avoid it as much as possible.

This was your game and you would play it as you liked.

Happy with the lower half, you roll over his leg and move further up the bed. Retaking your earlier position on his chest, you scoot down slightly so that your ass rested just above his pelvis. His cock is warm against your lower back and you wriggle against it slightly, enticing him to pay attention to you.

“Bastard.” He grunts and you can see he is resisting the urge to buck against you, a thin sheen of sweat is visible on his forehead and your knees lock in place at the obvious effect you are having on him.

“Sweating already?” You tease, running an oily finger across his forehead to disturb the wetness there, “At this rate you won’t last very long, Karl.” Bracing yourself against his thighs as you lean back to grab another item, you hum in consideration, “Maybe we need to add this,” you show him the metal cock ring now encased in your palm, “to keep you from ruining my fun.”

Reaching behind you, you fumble messily for his cock and a smirk graces your lips at the way he jerks into your touch as you slip the cock ring down his thick length. It was the perfect size for him, specially crafted by his own hand at your request and it fit like a glove even as he groaned at the prolonged contact and slight pinch.

“There,” you smile, “now I don’t have to worry about you shooting off like a schoolboy getting his first blowjob.”

“Keep talking like a little slut, sweetheart,” he grunts, a drop of sweat rolling past the wide scar across his nose as he glares at you heatedly, “and we’ll see who wins in the end. I won’t be lying here forever and when the roles are switched, I’ll fuck you so hard that you’ll not be able to move for weeks. Hell, I’ll even get some of my soldats up here to fuck you too and I’ll watch as they reduce you to a sobbing bitch who can’t handle the pleasu-”

His words were cut off by your hand, clasped over his mouth as your other hand fumbled for the gag you had brought specifically for this purpose. A small yelp escaped you as his sharp teeth caught at the edge of your finger and you glare at him even as a fresh wave of arousal sweeps through you, making your cock twitch in place.

“Open your mouth or I’ll leave you here and finish myself.” You warn with complete sincerity; if he wouldn’t play by your rules then he wouldn’t play at all.

A victorious look alit in his eyes as he willingly opened his jaw, pleased to have gotten such a rise from you, and you place the leather strap within his mouth. The thin straps at the end remain loose and you lift his head to tie them securely behind his head; loosely enough to be removed easily by your hands but tight enough to ensure that he can’t do much about it without assistance.

“Now where was I,” you mutter softly as you run your hands along his pecs, brushing his nipples as you card your fingers through his chest hair, massaging him once again, “oh yeah.”

Reapplying some oil to your hands, you take the time to run the liquid along his outstretched arms and chest, focusing your attention on the slight roundness of his stomach as you apply a thin layer across the exposed skin. The hardness between your legs was undeniable and you could feel your cock bobbing against your stomach as your body moved around gently building up a slow friction.

Once again, his scarring fascinated you and you draw a rough fingernail across one particularly ragged line across his chest; the torn skin cutting through the mat of hair there and leaving an interesting texture across your fingertip. Glancing up at Heisenberg, you meet his eyes and the arousal there is palatable, and you can’t help but squirm against him, pressing your ass against the muscle to find a little relief against the ache of your lower half.

“Finished.” You announce, leaning back to admire your handiwork as he lay beneath you, chest moving up and down as he regulated his breathing, “But I still think you need to learn when to shut your mouth.”

Snatching up another item from the pile, you dangle the nipple clamps before his eyes, and you don’t miss the spark of interest that they inspire. His nipples were surprisingly sensitive, and he loved to have his own teased just as much as he enjoyed teasing yours. These particular clamps were a bit too strong for yourself to enjoy but he loved them, and you can see him swallow and you snap them open and closed before his eyes.

Slipping your hand down, you pluck at his left nipple until it peaks and quickly snap the clamp shut over it, the pinch forcing his body to jerk in place and you feel the head of his cock tapping against the base of your spine. Repeating the process with his right nipple, you admire the clamps for a moment and give an experimental tug on the small chain which connects them.

The teeth of the clamps hold on tight at the pull and a low whine issues from behind the leather gag as a flush of red colours his face.

Giving another experimental tug as you run a hand along his exposed neck, you are rewarded with another low groan, the sound going straight to your core and forcing you to twitch against him.

“I can’t imagine how hard your cock must be right now,” you whisper in his ear, bending down to brush your lips against his neck, “what you would promise me if I agreed to let you fuck me raw and stretch me with your thickness.”

Rolling off his chest, you can see a slight wet spot of precum which you have left on his lower stomach, and you run a finger along it as you retake your earlier position between his legs. Bringing your finger to your lips you can taste your own arousal and, bending forward, you give the tip of his cock an experimental lick; the saltiness of the precum there mixing with your own in a somewhat familiar way.

“Let’s see how well this little toy works.” You call out to him, smirking wickedly as your finger runs along the metal cock ring before drawing a slow line along his hard length. He’s so hard that the veins of his cock are visible as you place soft butterfly kisses along the underside of his length.

The noises from beneath the gag are little more than grunts and low whines as he moves his hips towards you, seeking out relief, and you take pity on him, accepting the head of his cock into your mouth with a vulgar slurp as you run your tongue along the sensitive head.

Immediately he tried to buck up into your mouth as his hips snap forward but you had anticipated this, and you ensure that you keep control as you move far enough away to ensure that he gets what you are giving and not what he wants. Your tongue draws shapes across his head sloppily as your hand comes to rest at the base of his cock, stroking gently as the tips of your fingers ghost along his balls.

His grunts grow louder and you can see the tell-tale tightening of his thighs as his cock twitches within your mouth and you can tell he is close. Keeping up your gentle assault, you allow him to reach his peak, his hips snapping move rapidly as he reached the point of orgasm. However, as he did so, you pull away and admire the way in which his cock jerked in the empty space, the head glistening with your saliva and his precum as his orgasm was ruined; the cock ring preventing any release for his aching length.

From behind the gag, you can hear him attempting words; no doubt hurling obscenities and threats at you for the cruel behaviour and ruin. Moving up so you can face him, you can see the painful arousal in his eyes, tinged with anger and something else which makes your heart stutter for a moment, and you cover the feeling by pressing your face against his neck. Your teeth bite at the skin between his neck and shoulder as you suck at the flesh there with great effort, admiring the small mark which is left as you pull away.

“Beautiful.” You praise, stroking the mark with one hand as your free hand drops down to palm at your own length. Your cock is aching and you run your palm along the head, running a finger along the sensitive skin there and feeling a spark of pleasure shoot up your spine and curl in your stomach as you masturbate yourself atop him; his eyes glued to your hand as it moves frantically between your legs.

Releasing yourself, you use your free hand to slip down the leather gag from his mouth as you bring your fingers to his lips. He accepts them greedily, sucking the precum down like a desperate man and you give a low grunt as he cleans your fingers thoroughly.

“I’ll make you a deal, pet,” you throw the new name at him with a teasing edge as his eyes meet your own, “if you can get me off while I play with my next toy, then I’ll ride you. Deal?”

Raising his head to meet you slightly, his hair fell forward as he grinned wickedly.

“Only if I get another taste of you,” his tongue flicked out, rubbing along his lips as he smacked them together crassly, “I want to sample that cock like a banquet.”

You could get behind that and a shudder racks though you at the thought of his head between your legs once again. But before you concede to his wishes, you bring forward the final toy you planned to use.

The crackle of the electricity as you press the button on the wand is audible and you can see the small sparks as they arc from the end of the device. Electricity worked differently on his body to your own, where for you it caused a pinpoint of pain followed by a pleasant tingle, for him it was pure pleasure. The electricity seemed to absorb into his unique system, energising the skin where it was placed and the voltage, he was able to take without feeling any sort of discomfort was inhuman.

His eyes settled on the customised electric wand and you can see the curl of his lips as he fought off a smirk; his cock twitching against your ass in undeniable interest.

Shuffling your body forward so your crotch was before his face, you lower your leaking cock to his mouth, the anticipation making your breath ragged as you brush your hard nipples with your free hand.

Your cry is almost savage as his warm tongue immediately sets to work on your cock, swirling against the sensitive head as the stubble of his beard rubs against your skin, alighting the area with a pleasant burn. He devours you like a man possessed and the sudden onslaught is enough to distract you from your original plan as your press further against him, slipping your cock past his lips as he swallows you down.

Gaining a hold of yourself, you bring the electric wand down against his thigh and click the button, delivering a shock to the skin there with a faint crackle. At the sensation, he moans around your cock, mouth freeing itself from you to lick along your length as he pushes his head down to accept you. Following his guidance, you deliver the shocks systematically across his thighs and pelvis, tactfully avoiding his cock as you do so.

Each shock rewards you with a slight jerk of his body as he continues to devour you, at one point running his teeth gently along your length before sucking at the head gently; a move which forces your knees to lock around his shoulders as you grip at his thighs with clawed fingers, pushing against him as the pleasure rockets through you. You want to scream at him, but you keep your mouth closed, only allowed small whines to escape as you buck against him desperately.

Your orgasm is fast approaching and as his rough tongue continues to alternate between flicking at your head and swallowing you down, you come undone with a muted scream. Your thighs lock around his shoulders as you pin him in place, pressing against his face as you chase your pleasure without care for his ability to breath. Within your hand, you press the tip of the electric wand on the metal cock ring that restrained his throbbing cock and you click it one final time.

The vibrations against your cock as he growls his own pleasure against you is heavenly and your legs twitch as the small aftershocks of your orgasm pulse through you. It’s only when they begin to recede that you take mercy on him, sliding backwards to free yourself from his mouth and feeling just how slippery you feel as a result of your orgasm and his saliva.

Sliding back to your original position as your cock continued to twitch against your lower stomach, you bend down to capture his lips in your own. The taste of your release is strong against your tongue and it’s all you can smell as you bite at his lips, your shared kiss rough and sloppy as you both taste the other.

“Happy?” You mutter against his lips.

“Delicious.” He bites back, his mouth still smeared with your juices, and you can feel the smug satisfaction radiating from him despite the compliment, “You’re always so hard for me, little slut.”

At the term, you raise your body slightly and rub your entrance against his rock-hard cock, the move drawing a strangled gasp from him as he immediately bucks towards you. Gathering some oil from his chest, you use it to coat your hole and the tip of his cock before you continue.

Sinking down, you accept the majority of his length without too much difficulty; the stretch pleasant but lacking too much friction due to the oil as you sheathe him within you, making no attempt to move off as you adjust to the sudden fullness.

“Beg for it.” You tell him.

“What?”

“Beg for me to take the ring off so you can come.” You explain, squeezing him with your inner muscles and releasing a loud groan as you did so, “I want to hear you ask.”

“You think I can’t fuck you to shreds with it on?”

“No,” you agree, “but I will leave it on as I fuck you and don’t let you come.”

“Great argument, pup.” He chuckles, “Please take it off so I can fuck you senseless.” He added, the emphasis on the first word beyond sarcastic but a deal was a deal and you slip free of him so you can pull the cock ring off.

Tossing it carelessly to the floor, you sink down on him once more with a triumphant cry as he immediately snaps his hips up to meet you, burying his full length within you without mercy as you cling to his shoulders with sharp nails.

Still sensitive from your orgasm, it didn’t take long for your vocalisations to grow desperate and broken, flicking between groans and muttered pleas without reason as his cock thrust within you; each long stroke feeling like it was pulling you with him, your walls gripping him frantically as he brushed your prostate.

Below you, his long denial had left Heisenberg on the edge, and he chased his own pleasure with abandon as he pistoned with you, meeting your every bounce with a thrust as he growled obscenities which you could barely hear.

With a guttural cry, every inch of your body seemed to tense as your orgasm peaked once more; your walls convulsing around him as they milked his cock, drawing him in further as your fingers dug in deeply to the flesh of his shoulders to keep your balance as you came. Beneath you, the tightening of your walls was enough to push him over the edge too and you felt his cock twitch as a garbled snarl of words flew from his lips and the heat of his release flooded you.

Lost in your combined pleasure, you both continued to go through the motions of your fuck even as your orgasms subsided, the aftershocks of ecstasy making you both twitch as the scent of sex and sweat hung in the air. Eventually, you pull yourself free of his wilting cock, the effort almost inhumane for your wobbly limbs as you reach over his head to free the locks of his cuffs. With a quick snap, his hands were free and as he rubbed at his own wrists, you rolled off him for a moment so that you could repeat the process with his ankle cuffs.

Having unrestrained him, you slip back up the bed to lay against his side and a clatter alerts you to the fact that you have accidentally knocked the various toys free of the bed. Ignoring them, you focus on his warmth as you lay your head on the expanse of his chest; enjoying the quickened beat of his heart as his body continued to come down form the height of his orgasm.

“Wrists?” You sigh quietly, moving your thighs slightly and marvelling at the residual ache of your ass which remained there due to the lack of adequate preparation to take him.

“Fine,” he answered in a heavy voice, “might need some improvement. Almost ripped through them when you pulled that trick with the wand.”

Smiling at how far you had pushed his restraint, you stretch your arms overhead as your body enjoyed the movement, releasing some of its tension. Beneath you, you can feel how relaxed his body is and, as you turn up to meet his gaze, there is an obvious reduction in some of the thin lines which had been gracing his face the last few days.

“Good. Fix them.” you agree, “I can’t have you escaping when I’m having my fun.”

Growling at the words, his head dips down to brush against your ear, “Fun? Was it fun, pup? Did you like using my body like a wanton slut?”

“Yes.” Nodding, you tilt your head slightly, “Why, does that make you happy?”

He makes a low noise on contentment in his throat and reclines once more, his thick forearm coming to rest on your back as he pulled you closer. The scent of sex and sweat was still strong in the air but there was also a heaviness of exhaustion, and you can sense his desire to sleep.

“Stay with me.” You mutter, running a finger along his stomach, “At least for a few hours.”

“Another round already?” The words are light and teasing but the effect is ruined by the yawn which stretches his jaw, putting his teeth on display, “But maybe you’re right. Can’t work while I’m distracted.” He added.

Securing your arm around him, the thickness of his torso trapped below your much smaller arm, you settle in for a nap and you feel him relax as he does the same. Silence reigns in the room with the sound of soft breathing the only noise to break the quiet and the last thought to capture your attention before exhaustion claims you is that you should use his stress as an excuse to do this more often.

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Karl Heisenberg was a selfish man.

He was selfish in almost every aspect of his life, and that selfishness also extended to you and your company. It was uncommon for him to allow you to join him when meeting others on his business outside the factory, with the only exception being your regular meetings with the Duke to acquire much needed parts for his equipment and experimentations.

However, a meeting with the Duke was necessary and the only available slot he had happened to directly follow a meeting Heisenberg had already planned with fellow Lord, Lady Dimitrescu. Due to this, options were limited, and the most sensible course of action was for you to accompany him for the meeting and then for you both to attend business discussions with the Duke within his room in the castle.

Which is how you ended up seated within the grand hall of Castle Dimitrescu with Heisenberg glued by your side as you both faced down the Lady of the castle and her three adopted daughters.

“And why should I listen to you?” Dimitrescu asks, her tone haughty as she ran a hand along the hem of her closest daughters’ dress in a loving manner. Cassandra, if the hair colour was anything to go by. Her lack of attention towards yourself and Heisenberg was intentional, a mark of disrespect, and a flare of irritation ignited within your gut at the pettiness.

“Miranda’s rules, not mine.” Heisenberg shrugged, delivering the message he had been requested to, “If you’ve got a problem then take it up with her. I don’t give a shit.”

Enjoying her mothers’ attentions, Cassandra tilted her head at her sisters as she shared a contemptuous look with them at Heisenberg’s words. Their attitude was just as rotten as their creators and it did nothing to dissuade your anger as Dimitrescu responded.

“Mother Miranda should have known better than to send a child to deliver a message to me. A true Lady should not have to deal with a foolish infant who can barely lay claim to the title of Lord.”

Against your better judgement, you can’t hold back a slight snort as Dimitrescu referred to herself as a true lady. Her hate for Heisenberg was without question and that hatred had long since leaked over to yourself and while Heisenberg was somewhat protected by his status as one of Miranda’s children, you were considered lower than dirt and she had made that opinion quite clear across your shared interactions.

She didn’t like you as you didn’t like her, and that was fine.

“Keep your filthy pet under control,” Dimitrescu snarled fixing you with a pointed glare, her hand flexing almost subconsciously against her white dress, “or I will personally put it down.”

“Is she talking to me?” You ask, glancing sideways at Heisenberg and ignoring Dimitrescu as you cut off her insult, “I’m your pet? While she’s sitting there with three bags of flies she dares to call her daughters?”

A loud chuckle escaped Heisenberg’s chest as low growls from the women ricocheted throughout the room at the brazen derision.

“You DARE insult House Dimitrescu?” Dimitrescu bellowed as she stood to her full height, the looming form admittedly very intimidating, “You dare open your common mouth against us while you sit by the side of scum like him?”

“At least he has a sense of humour,” you hold her furious gaze with a steeled spine, confident that you would be protected from harm, “and isn’t a frigid bitch living in a gifted castle.”

A lot of things happened at once as the daughter closest to your position, Bela, seemingly unable to restrain her anger any longer as her mother was insulted, leapt to her feet and withdrew her scythe from within her robes.

“I’ll bleed you dry!” The rage in her eyes was clear and her sharp blood-stained teeth were on full display as she darted quickly towards the couch you occupied, swerving across a small side-table as she advanced.

She had barely crossed the empty space between you when a pained cry escaped her throat as the scythe in her hand was wrenched free of her grip, finding a new home against her throat as the sharp tip of the blade dipped into the flesh there in warning as it froze her in place. The same went for the scythes which were hidden within the robes of Cassandra and Daniela, the weapons no longer beholden to their mistresses wishes as they bowed to Heisenberg’s influence and power and assumed a betraying position against their necks.

Along the edges of the grand hall, the armoured knights rattled as the very air in the room seemed to expand and contract in anticipation. High above, the metal grating which held the windows in place flexed and shook; a clear warning which dared any of them to move.

“Back the fuck off.” Heisenberg snarled into the room, his voice easily carrying above the feral hissing of the three daughters. Having only moved his head forward slightly, his expression was mostly hidden by his positioning and wide-brimmed hat but from your place at his side you can see the rage that is simmering behind his glasses, “Get control of your bitches before I carve them into a million pieces and leave you to clean up the mess.”

The rage that radiated from Dimitrescu’s form seemed to pulse for a moment as she flexed her long claws before a hint of uncertainty crossed her expression as her eyes darted between her three daughters. Unlike herself, they were more vulnerable to attack and it was no secret that Heisenberg’s life was worth more to Mother Miranda then their own.

There was no doubt within the room that Heisenberg would kill them, consequences be damned, and Dimitrescu could not take the risk, no matter how satisfying the reward.

Sheathing her claws, Dimitrescu straightened her back and faced Heisenberg directly.

“You come into my house, brother, and threaten my daughters with violence.” Her tone was measured, the anger buried beneath cold accusation, “Bela!” She indicated to her still body with a loose hand, “Come sit by my side, daughter. This fool and his plaything are beneath us and not worth the effort it would take to drain them.”

“Yes, mother.” Bela bit out, having no interest in peace but submissive to her mothers’ wishes as always.

You let out a quiet sigh of relief as the rattling of the metal within the room subsided and the tension eased off slightly. The three scythes clatter to the ground with dramatic flair as they are released and Heisenberg rises to stand at your side, indicating you to do the same.

“You have your message,” facing Dimitrescu, he inclined the rim of his hat at her with a twisted smirk, “now do as your mother asks and make sure that it’s done in time. This meeting is over.”

Calling his hammer from the floor, it flies into his hand with ease as his free hand comes to rest on your elbow, guiding you towards the stairs in a firm grip.

“See you next week, sister.”

He calls the words over his shoulder, not bothering to spare the lady of the house a glance.

One final insult.

Passing down the stairs of the great hall, a subdued cry of rage followed by hurried footsteps and hushed voices can be heard from the space you recently vacated, and the direction of the disappearing noise suggests that Dimitrescu was retiring to her quarters.

No doubt to complain of the day’s events to her disgusting spawn.

To your side, you can sense a restless energy radiating off Heisenberg as he marches you down the stairs but before you can question him, you find your arm seized in a vice-like grasp as he pulls you into a nearby room which lies opposite the room in which you are due to attend your meeting with the Duke.

Glancing around the room, you take in the space.

It is a small bedroom, mostly consisting of one large four-poster bed which was decked out in the same extravagant nature as the rest of the castle. Overhead, a large skylight made up the centre of the ceiling with its domed shape letting in a vast amount of light while also keeping out the cold. Two sets of drawers and a vanity table make up the rest of the furniture and you turn back to Heisenberg once more to question his actions.

You open your mouth to speak but are immediately cut off by his lips on yours as his hands move to his head to pull free his hat and drop it to the floor atop his freshly discarded hammer. Pulling away for a moment, he does the same with the glasses, dropping them into the same pile before returning to your lips; his mouth insistent against yours as he bites as your lower lip demanding entrance.

“What’s this about?” You ask and a grunt escapes you as he backs you up against the wall, your shoulders connecting with the hard surface roughly as he presses a leg between your thighs.

“It makes me so fucking hard to see you stand up to that bitch,” he grunts, nuzzling his head against your neck as he inhales your smell, “a little warrior, ready to go to war with nothing but your wits.”

“I have you.” You whine back as he bites into the skin of your neck, the force enough to guarantee a mark but not enough to break skin, “I don’t need anything else. You could tear that bitch and her infested little spawn to shreds without breaking a sweat.”

At the praise he presses his body against you and you can feel the hardness against your hip.

Ah.

“So loyal,” he purrs against you, rubbing himself on your hip, “and it doesn’t go unrewarded.”

“We can’t here,” you mutter with great regret even as arousal curls low in your belly, “my biggest fan or her daughters could appear at any time and I’d rather not deal with them while you’re inside me.”

His smirk is almost feral as he pulls free his blade from the inner pocket of his coat; the same blade which never left his person as a final line of defence against possible attack. Running the blade along the hem of your shirt, you suck in a soft breath and meet his eyes, seeing your arousal reflected in his own. He had tried to get you to learn to use one for your own defence but any attempts at training barely got underway before they were lost to more carnal pursuits.

Extending his hand with a flourish, the blade sliced through the air with great force, arcing upwards as it reached its target and smashed through the skylight. The shattering of the glass was loud and you instinctively duck to avoid any of the shards as they litter the canopy of the bed and fall to the floor.

“The fly-bitches can’t stand the cold.” He explains away the act of petty vandalism, shielding your body from the glass with his own as his hand summons his knife back within his grasp, “Now, where were we…”

His hands grip at your wrists, pinning them above your head as his knife works independently at his will; the sharp blade running along the buttons of your shirt with surgical precision as it slices them off, the small buttons bouncing along the floor as they fall free to expose more of your body.

A shiver rattles through your body, a result of both the low temperature of the room as the winter winds enter through the fresh hole in the ceiling and the anticipation of events as you watch his knife slowly remove your barriers. A soft creaking from a nearby lamp holder catches your attention and you jump in surprise as the metal features flies free of the wall, coming to imbed itself around your wrists as he releases them, pinning you into place against the wall.

His knife drops to the ground as his free hands come to rest on your shirt, spreading the fabric open to fully expose your chest and his mouth is immediately drawn to your nipple as he worries the sensitive nub there between his teeth gently. It ignites a warmth in your chest that draws a low moan from your throat as you push out to meet him, encouraging him as your other nipple is rolled between his fingers to the same effect.

“Just one quick fuck,” he grunts against your chest, his hands fumbling at his slacks as he frees himself, his cock twitching in the chilled air of the room, “and then we’ll continue with our business.”

You pant as his hands grip at your slacks, carelessly thrown on before you left, and he pulls them free of you, slipping them down past your knees and allowing them to fall to the floor carelessly as he exposes your clear arousal to his sight.

Lining himself up against your entrance, he pushes in with one swift thrust and the torrid mixture of pain and pleasure rips the breath from you as you clench around him, unable to do much else. The friction is almost too much as he sets a quick pace within you, the burn spurring you on to snap your hips back to meet him as he supports your weight, allowing your legs to wrap around his waist as he sheathes himself within you.

Wriggling against him as he pins you to the wall, you almost feel as though he is trying to fuck you through the stone and the rough growling of his throat as he does so is almost hypnotic as you whine and moan around him. Your fingers grip at their restraints as they are held in place by his power and your heels dig in to the soft of his back as you encourage him on.

As you cry out your pleasure, a rough hand comes to sit over your mouth as it muffles the cries. His fingers taste of oil and metal as your tongue meets them and the familiarity of it is pleasant as you moan around his hand. His cock stretches you as always and the brutal pace seems to be hitting every nerve inside of you as arousal curls your toes and tightens within your gut.

A grunt of surprise escapes you as he lifts you free of the wall, hurling you around with ease and dropping you on the bed as he continues to rut within you. It’s almost animalistic and you can do little but wrap your legs around his hips and meet every punishing thrust as your fingers dig into the flesh of his back.

Even as you whine below him, your orgasm still manages to catch you off guard as the tight band of tension within your gut snaps as your thighs tighten around him and your feet press against his spine, sheathing him within you as you clench around him and milk him for everything he’s worth. You can feel your mess but you ignore it as you focus on finishing him but he’s not far behind and, with a savage growl, you feel his cock jerk and the warmth of his release as it burns through you.

“So fucking loyal,” he snarls against your neck while his cock continues to twitch within you, each word punctuated by a lazy thrust as his pace slows, “so willing and warm and for nothing. Just for me and no one else. Mine.”

The final word is little more than a growl and, sensing that the words didn’t require an answer, you give a low grunt of acknowledgement as you release your grip of his back and allow yourself to relax into the sheets.

The bed is soft against your back as you continue to writhe against him, ignoring the mess that you’ve just made as you both enjoy the other. The chill of the room is offset by the heat of his body as he remains atop you and you focus on the strange duality as you try to steady your heaving chest.

Finally slipping free of you, Heisenberg pauses before pulling his slacks back up to wipe the mess from his cock off on to the soft bedding; leaving a noticeable stain against the expensive fabric with a satisfied smirk as he tucked himself back in.

Resisting the urge to roll your eyes at the immature display, you focus on righting yourself even as your knees lock into place to keep you steady. Your hand dips to the floor to grasp at your underwear and slacks and you pull them on quickly, ignoring the mess which you both made as you cover it with fabric.

Your eyes settle on your poor discarded shirt.

“And what the fuck am I supposed to wear?” You ask, indicating the slashed-up fabric with an open palm. In the cold air, your nipples were peaked and walking about shirtless in the middle of winter was not an appealing thought.

His laughter is open and genuine as he considers his actions, “Oops, maybe should have thought about that. If you weren’t such a fucking tease then this wouldn’t have happened.”

Remaining silent, you stare him down.

“Fine,” he grunts as he shuffles his shoulders out of his coat, “wear this.” He tosses the coat in your direction and you grasp it between your fingers, the fabric still warm as it clung on to his body heat.

Slipping your arms within the coat, the first thought to grab you is that it smells like him; that is, it smells like copper and oil with a hint of spice that you are never quite able to place. The second thought is that it is very heavy against your shoulders and you straighten up fully to balance it correctly as you easily close it over your exposed chest.

As you go to leave the room, his presence fills the space behind you and you can feel him pressed against your back.

“I think I like you in my clothes.” You can feel his grin against your neck, “It makes it clear who you belong to and it makes me want to fuck you again right here and now.”

“Business before pleasure.” You purr, tightening the coat around you as you move through the doorway as you guide him to your meeting, “We can negotiate terms later.”

As fun as it would be, you had both kept the Duke waiting too long and you would rather not be around when Lady Dimitrescu discovered her vandalised ceiling and come-stained bedding.

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His hands are warm against your shoulders as he pins you into place with both his grasp and his stare, “Before I lock you in,” there is a slight hesitancy in his voice which isn’t common and it has your full attention, “if something fucks up then you let me know straight away so I can scrap it. Can’t go breaking my favourite toy before I’m finished with it.”

It was an attempt at humour, and you smile along with him, soothing his concealed anxieties as your hands come to rest on his chest. Both fully clothed, you knew you wouldn’t remain that way for long and the anticipation of your game was heady as he accepted your touch as consent.

“Good girl.” He purrs, the words low in his chest, “Then strip and we’ll see just how much you can take.”

The instruction sends a shiver down your spine, and you follow his command; first to go is your shirt as you carelessly pull it overhead before dropping it to the floor and you quickly follow by unclipping the back of your skirt, allowing the fabric to slip to the floor without difficulty.

A low grumble escapes his throat as he takes in your exposed core, your decision to not wear any underwear having the desired effect as you stand there and await his next instruction, the warm air of the room dancing across your skin pleasantly.

His hands come to rest on your hips, gripping the flesh there almost painfully as he guides you backwards until your ass hits upon the stocks which you will be encased within.

“Well don’t just stand there,” he growls, “assume the position so I can lock you in.”

Breaking from his grip you move around to the other side of the metal stocks and place your head and hands within the holes there, each one specifically moulded to fit you perfectly and wide enough to not be too uncomfortable with prolonged use. The height of the stocks is low, requiring you to bend your body at a right angle to fit within them; a move which leaves you fully exposed as you spread your legs to ease the ache on your lower back.

In position, you glance up at him and you can imagine how pleasant you must look, spread out and vulnerable as you were to his every whim and command. A sound of metal locking lets you know that you are now firmly trapped in place as he drops to one knee before you.

Caressing your chin with his rough fingers, his hair is falling around his face as he pierces you with his heated gaze.

“When this is all said and done and you’re a fucking mess who can barely speak let alone walk,” he says in a voice which is heavy with lust and promise, “I think we’ll celebrate by bathing together so I can inspect that body thoroughly.”

Nipping at his fingers as he brings them close to your lips, you can agree with that idea and you nod your consent.

“Anyway!” He announces loudly, causing you to jump in place as you scowl, “On with the show. Shall we meet our grand toy for this game?” He snaps his fingers and from the darkness of the room, a mechanical grating sound springs to life as a soldat appears from the gloom.

One arm is still relatively human as it connected to the torso, the glowing reactor of its heart brighter than most light sources within the room. The head is encased in metal, emotionless and anonymous, but the shining drill which has come to replace its other arm causes a spike of alarm in your heart.

“A custom build,” Heisenberg continues with a showman flourish, “with a few special touches. My soldats are built for aggression but this sorry bastard,” he indicates the soldat to move forward a few feet so that it can stand by his side, “has had that particular electrical impulse removed, he is entirely subject to my will as I control and guide his movements.”

Your eyes are so glued to the drill that it takes all your effort to pull away from it to glance at the crotch of the soldat, the area which Heisenberg was directing your attention to now.

“As you can see, it’s also been fitted with a little something extra to keep any wanton slut amused for as long as I think she deserves.”

The metal cock which juts forward from soldat was intimidating in how rigid it looked but as you peered at it, you noticed that it was just slightly smaller than Heisenberg’s own cock, coming it at about a half inch shorter and slightly thinner.

You bite at your bottom lip to hide the smile which was threatening to escape as you realise that Heisenberg must have made a point to create something less impressive than himself. Maybe he was worried he would be replaced?

Mistaking your bitten lip for worry, Heisenberg smirked.

“Don’t worry about the size, kitten, it’s nothing that I know you can’t handle.”

Gathering up some scrap metal with a wave of his hand, Heisenberg quickly fashioned it into a comfortable high-backed chair, the base of it floating a few inches off the floor as he took easy control of the materials and fell into it with ease.

“I suggest you get your lips around it and wet it up,” Heisenberg called out to you from his seated position as the soldat moved to stand by your trapped head, “because you’re going to want it to be comfortable when it’s buried within your cunt.”

Running your lips around the metallic cock, you make a show of wetting it as you take your time in running your tongue along the shaft and allowing thin trails of saliva to soak the tip.

The soldat remains passive as you manipulate it, its metallic body unable to register either pain or pleasure, and the loud whirring of its mechanics is almost soothing as it rumbles above you.

Lost in the action, your attention is caught by the sound of a belt unbuckling, and you glance up at Heisenberg to see him freeing his cock from his slacks. He’s already half hard and he runs his hand along his shaft casually as he watches you please his creation. His back is reclined on his makeshift throne and he looks every part the lord he claims to be.

“On with the show.” Heisenberg grunts, inclining to the soldat with an open palm and the creature follows its masters’ instructions without hesitation. Pulling free of your mouth, it steps back and turns methodically as it leaves your line of sight.

Moving behind you, the soldat takes position as it lines up with your entrance and awaits the instruction for it to begin. The familiar warmth of skin is missing, an odd sensation against your thighs as its unnatural cock holds position against the wetness there, a telling sign of just how much this was turning you on.

Exhibitionism was more of a ‘him’ thing but that didn’t mean you couldn’t appreciate putting on a good performance and you fix him with a lustful gaze, daring him to begin. Behind you, the soldat makes its first movement as it pushes the tip of its metallic cock within you slowly, stretching you in the most enjoyable way as you run your teeth along your lower lip.

The soldat continues to push inside you until you feel the cold metal and skin which made up its crotch pressing against your ass. The fullness is intense and lacking both the softness and natural warmth of a cock which you were accustomed to. Clenching your walls around it as it slowly pulls free once more, the friction steals a full body shudder from you as it brushes your sensitive walls.

Setting a pace which was slow yet deep, you give a low moan as you squeeze your eyes closed, focusing on the ache of your clit as you wish one of your hands free to stimulate it. The stocks around you creak slightly as you push back against the soldat, trying to encourage it to move faster but to no avail as it continues its measured strokes.

A cough draws your eyes open and you lock eyes with Heisenberg once again, his cock now fully hard and laying against his stomach as he runs a finger along the shaft. Extending one finger out, a small metal ashtray cut through the air as it responded to his call and he placed the ashtray on the arm of his throne.

His fingers disappear within the ashtray and pluck free his cigar from within as his other hand dipped within his coat, pulling free a lighter which he quickly used to light the end of the cigar before dropping the lighter back into his pocket.

Inhaling deeply, he sent a thick plume of smoke to the air and you watch it dissipate with a needy growl as the soldat to your back continues its torturously slow pace.

“Something to say, kitten?” He asked, lips mumbling the words around the cigar as he tilted his head at you, amused by your noises and stroking himself slowly.

You knew you were playing with fire but logic was a million miles from your mind as you bare your teeth at him with a feral smirk.

“If this is all you have, Karl,” the use of his name gets a slight brow quirk from him, “then I’m disappointed. I could do a better job myself with less effort.”

“Is that so?”

Giving a deep hum as his lips curl into a considerate smirk, he drops some ash from his cigar carelessly to the floor and inclines to the soldat with a sharp nod as he takes a fresh draw.

Instantly, the pace within you picks up as the soldat snaps its hips forward, burying its metal cock deep within you- drawing a loud gasp of pained pleasure from you- before pulling back just as quickly and repeating the move. The gentleness is gone and your fingertips scramble against the metal stock as your breath is stolen by the sudden onslaught of pressure and pleasure.

The metal within you is unyielding and almost surgical in its precision as it brushes your most sensitive spots without pause, having no need to regain stamina or breath. You felt like a piece of meat, having no say or connection to the creature bringing you such pleasure and the dehumanising nature of it was intoxicating as you allowed yourself to be used and abused.

One particularly deep stroke seems to catch your g-spot perfectly and your scream is low and guttural as your body tenses in position, every nerve alighting and making your wrists pull against the stocks as your knees weaken. Behind you, the soldat cares nothing for your predicament as it keeps up its thrusts, ensuring that your sex remains stimulated even as your pleasure peaks and ebbs.

It’s almost too much and the brutal pace ensures that a constant stream of moans and squeals is all that can escape your throat as you can do little but endure the constant stimulation.

Your eyes were focused on your tormentor, the puppet master who was pulling the strings, and his clear enjoyment of your suffering did nothing but add to the arousal which was coursing through you. Eyes burning as your teeth snapped shut tightly enough to cause a genuine tension in your jaw, you lost yourself in the sensations as your mind seemed to white out.

As though hearing your thoughts, Heisenberg rose from his makeshift throne and came to stand before you even as you continued to whine in place. You take in his form with blurred vision, trying to blink away the unshed wetness in your eyes as you glance up at him.

“Too much, little slut? I thought you were better than this.” His cock bobbed ever so temptingly before you and your tongue licked at your lips as you listen to his words, “What a shame.”

Noticing your attention on his cock, he drops to one knee once again and brushes his fingers along your mouth as you sob out a low keen against him due to the soldat once again brushing against your most sensitive spot.

“Don’t worry, kitten, you’ll be receiving your reward in a moment but first,” his hands produce a large ring gag from within his coat and he slips it within your willing mouth as you tilt your head forward to allow him to secure it, “can’t have you accidentally biting down on me because you can’t handle a little machine fuck, can we?”

Taking a draw of his cigar, he blows the smoke in your face gently and your predicament plus the ring gag make you unable to move away from it as the scent and taste of smoke invades your senses. Standing back up, he dips his hips forward and his hand guides his cock towards your defenceless yet willing mouth and you use it as an opportunity to concentrate on something other than the hard pleasure rocketing through your core.

Your tongue reaches out to lap at the head of his cock but whatever teasing you had planned was swiftly put to rest as he shook his head for a moment before thrusting his cock within your mouth, pausing at the tip of your throat to allow you to prepare for him. Breathing deeply though your nose, you relax your throat and dip your head forward slightly as you accept him.

The invitation was clear and with a triumphant growl he pushes down your throat greedily and you fight back the urge to choke as the familiar taste of him overwhelms you. Added to this, as though taking instruction from its master, the soldat also seems to pick up its pace as it impales itself within you.

Now plugged at both ends, the soldat moves so quickly against you that you can barely differentiate the strokes and the unyielding stimulation leaves you a mindless mess of pleasure.

To your front, you allow Heisenberg to use your mouth; his own strokes deep and messy as he fucks your face with abandon, confident in the security that his cock ring provides him, and you can do nothing but attempt to relax your throat as you resign yourself to the abuse of your willing body.

Pleasure was indistinguishable from pain as ecstasy and agony melted together into one unending mess of sensation; orgasms ripping through you as time lost meaning, even as Heisenberg’s thick fingers came to pluck at your nipples as he used your throat roughly. Tears streaming from your eyes freely as you try to keep up with your breathing, as erratic and broken as it was.

Eventually you feel the cock within your mouth twitch and you have a moment’s notice before he explodes within your throat with an animalistic grunt; the soft tickle of his pubic hair irritating the end of your nose as he buried himself fully and you have to concentrate on swallowing down his release, lest you choke on it.

It's too much and another orgasm tears through you, your fingernails carving crescent shaped divots into your palms as you fist your hands desperately. The tension within your body is almost unbearable as you jerk and writhe, unable to do much more as you remain speared in place.

However, just as you feel like your legs are ready to buckle, a small mercy makes itself known.

Behind you, the soldat pulls free of you and powers down without warning and the sudden lack of fullness within you feels strange, the air of the room brushing past the mess of juices which were coating your thighs and steadily dripping down your legs. So used to Heisenberg’s lack of protection, it feels unnatural to be so thoroughly fucked and not have the warmth of another release within your core, leaking out with your own.

As you consider it, Heisenberg pulls free of your mouth and tucks his saliva-coated cock back within his slacks as he flicks what remains of his cigar butt away without care. Taking a step back, he takes in your prone state and the thin veil of sweat which coats your body.

Twitching in position as your overstimulated nerves continue to fire off despite the lack of stimulation, your knees continue to wobble dangerously for a moment before your body collapses in on itself. Knees striking the floor roughly, you have to straighten your back to keep the pressure off your neck and hands as you reclaim control of your body.

A click of unlocking metal lets you know that you are no longer secured in place but before you can make any effort to move, gentle hands release the ring gag which was still stretching your mouth open. Snapping your jaw shut in appreciation as you move the muscles there, you glance at him with a thankful look as he disappears to your side, just out of eyesight.

Gasping in surprise as his hands come to rest on your hips, the metal stock unlatches and opens at his command and you find yourself quickly swept up into his arms. The physicality of the act draws an appreciative hum from your throat as you curl in towards his chest instinctively; the small pendants and dog tags which he wore as part of his usual outfit brushing against your bare chest as his welcomed warmth envelops you.

“I can walk.” You bite out in a low mutter, having no intention of doing so but unwilling to admit the weakness, “Put me down.”

“No,” the refusal is simple and his grip tightens around you as he takes you in the direction of the bathroom, his earlier promise ringing in your ears, “I want every inch of you scrubbed to wash off the stink of the machine.”

Even through the teasing tone, you can hear just the faintest hint of jealousy peeking through and it makes you smirk.

“Can we keep it?” You ask in a tired voice, slipping your hand in the crease of his shirt and rubbing against the hair of his chest seductively, “I wouldn’t mind having a spare in the bedroom for when the Lord of this factory is too busy to meet my needs.”

Tilting his head down, he catches the mischievous glint in your eye and a rumble emits from his chest.

“Be careful what you wish for, kitten,” He mutters, kicking the door of the bathroom open with ease, “because you know I like to make a fucking point. Especially when it comes to my favourite toy and her insatiable needs.”

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His hands are warm against your shoulders as he pins you into place with both his grasp and his stare, “Before I lock you in,” there is a slight hesitancy in his voice which isn’t common and it has your full attention, “if something fucks up then you let me know straight away so I can scrap it. Can’t go breaking my favourite toy before I’m finished with it.”

It was an attempt at humour, and you smile along with him, soothing his concealed anxieties as your hands come to rest on his chest. Both fully clothed, you knew you wouldn’t remain that way for long and the anticipation of your game was heady as he accepted your touch as consent.

“Good pup.” He purrs, the words low in his chest, “Then strip and we’ll see just how much you can take.”

The instruction sends a shiver down your spine, and you follow his command; first to go is your shirt as you carelessly pull it overhead before dropping it to the floor and you quickly follow by unzipping your slacks, dropping them to the floor and stepping out the fabric without difficulty.

A low grumble escapes his throat as he takes in your exposed cock, your decision to not wear any underwear having the desired effect as you stand there and await his next instruction, the warm air of the room dancing across your skin pleasantly.

His hands come to rest on your hips, gripping the flesh there almost painfully as he guides you backwards until your ass hits upon the stocks which you will be encased within.

“Well don’t just stand there,” he growls, “assume the position so I can lock you in.”

Breaking from his grip you move around to the other side of the metal stocks and place your head and hands within the holes there, each one specifically moulded to fit you perfectly and wide enough to not be too uncomfortable with prolonged use. The height of the stocks is low, requiring you to bend your body at a right angle to fit within them; a move which leaves your ass fully exposed as you spread your legs to ease the ache on your lower back.

In position, you glance up at him and you can imagine how pleasant you must look, spread out and vulnerable as you were to his every whim and command. A sound of metal locking lets you know that you are now firmly trapped in place as he drops to one knee before you.

Caressing your chin with his rough fingers, his hair is falling around his face as he pierces you with his heated gaze.

“When this is all said and done and you’re a fucking mess who can barely speak let alone walk,” he says in a voice which is heavy with lust and promise, “I think we’ll celebrate by bathing together so I can inspect that body thoroughly.”

Nipping at his fingers as he brings them close to your lips, you can agree with that idea and you nod your consent.

“Anyway!” He announces loudly, causing you to jump in place as you scowl, “On with the show. Shall we meet our grand toy for this game?” He snaps his fingers and from the darkness of the room, a mechanical grating sound springs to life as a soldat appears from the gloom.

One arm is still relatively human as it connected to the torso, the glowing reactor of its heart brighter than most light sources within the room. The head is encased in metal, emotionless and anonymous, but the shining drill which has come to replace its other arm causes a spike of alarm in your heart.

“A custom build,” Heisenberg continues with a showman flourish, “with a few special touches. My soldats are built for aggression but this sorry bastard,” he indicates the soldat to move forward a few feet so that it can stand by his side, “has had that particular electrical impulse removed, he is entirely subject to my will as I control and guide his movements.”

Your eyes are so glued to the drill that it takes all your effort to pull away from it to glance at the crotch of the soldat, the area which Heisenberg was directing your attention to now.

“As you can see, it’s also been fitted with a little something extra to keep any wanton slut amused for as long as I think he deserves.”

The metal cock which juts forward from soldat was intimidating in how rigid it looked but as you peered at it, you noticed that it was just slightly smaller than Heisenberg’s own cock, coming it at about a half inch shorter and slightly thinner.

You bite at your bottom lip to hide the smile which was threatening to escape as you realise that Heisenberg must have made a point to create something less impressive than himself. Maybe he was worried he would be replaced?

Mistaking your bitten lip for worry, Heisenberg smirked.

“Don’t worry about the size, pup, it’s nothing that I know you can’t handle.”

Gathering up some scrap metal with a wave of his hand, Heisenberg quickly fashioned it into a comfortable high-backed chair, the base of it floating a few inches off the floor as he took easy control of the materials and fell into it with ease.

“I suggest you get your lips around it and wet it up,” Heisenberg called out to you from his seated position as the soldat moved to stand by your trapped head, “because you’re going to want it to be comfortable when it’s buried within your ass.”

Running your lips around the metallic cock, you make a show of wetting it as you take your time in running your tongue along the shaft and allowing thin trails of saliva to soak the tip. Your cock is hard and you can feel the head against your lower stomach as it lays neglected from your touch.

The soldat remains passive as you manipulate it, its metallic body unable to register either pain or pleasure, and the loud whirring of its mechanics is almost soothing as it rumbles above you.

Lost in the action, your attention is caught by the sound of a belt unbuckling, and you glance up at Heisenberg to see him freeing his cock from his slacks. He’s already half hard and he runs his hand along his shaft casually as he watches you please his creation. His back is reclined on his makeshift throne and he looks every part the lord he claims to be.

“On with the show.” Heisenberg grunts, inclining to the soldat with an open palm and the creature follows its masters’ instructions without hesitation. Pulling free of your mouth, it steps back and turns methodically as it leaves your line of sight.

Moving behind you, the soldat takes position as it lines up with your entrance and awaits the instruction for it to begin. The familiar warmth of skin is missing, an odd sensation against your thighs as its unnatural cock holds position against your ass, and you feel your cock twitch in anticipation at just how much this was turning you on.

Exhibitionism was more of a ‘him’ thing but that didn’t mean you couldn’t appreciate putting on a good performance and you fix him with a lustful gaze, daring him to begin. Behind you, the soldat makes its first movement as it pushes the tip of its metallic cock within you slowly, stretching you in the most enjoyable way as you run your teeth along your lower lip.

The soldat continues to push inside you until you feel the cold metal and skin which made up its crotch pressing against your ass. The fullness is intense and lacking both the softness and natural warmth of a cock which you were accustomed to. Clenching your ass around it as it slowly pulls free once more, the friction steals a full body shudder from you as it brushes your most sensitive point.

Setting a pace which was slow yet deep, you give a low moan as you squeeze your eyes closed, focusing on the ache of your cock as it jerks freely and you wish one of your hands free to stimulate it. The stocks around you creak slightly as you push back against the soldat, trying to encourage it to move faster but to no avail as it continues its measured strokes.

A cough draws your eyes open and you lock eyes with Heisenberg once again, his cock now fully hard and laying against his stomach as he runs a finger along the shaft. Extending one finger out, a small metal ashtray cut through the air as it responded to his call and he placed the ashtray on the arm of his throne.

His fingers disappear within the ashtray and pluck free his cigar from within as his other hand dipped within his coat, pulling free a lighter which he quickly used to light the end of the cigar before dropping the lighter back into his pocket.

Inhaling deeply, he sent a thick plume of smoke to the air and you watch it dissipate with a needy growl as the soldat to your back continues its torturously slow pace.

“Something to say, pup?” He asked, lips mumbling the words around the cigar as he tilted his head at you, amused by your noises and stroking himself slowly.

You knew you were playing with fire but logic was a million miles from your mind as you bare your teeth at him with a feral smirk.

“If this is all you have, Karl,” the use of his name gets a slight brow quirk from him, “then I’m disappointed. I could do a better job myself with less effort.”

“Is that so?”

Giving a deep hum as his lips curl into a considerate smirk, he drops some ash from his cigar carelessly to the floor and inclines to the soldat with a sharp nod as he takes a fresh draw.

Instantly, the pace within you picks up as the soldat snaps its hips forward, burying its metal cock deep within you- drawing a loud gasp of pained pleasure from you- before pulling back just as quickly and repeating the move. The gentleness is gone and your fingertips scramble against the metal stock as your breath is stolen by the sudden onslaught of pressure and pleasure.

The metal within you is unyielding and almost surgical in its precision as it thrusts without pause, having no need to regain stamina or breath. You felt like a piece of meat, having no say or connection to the creature bringing you such pleasure and the dehumanising nature of it was intoxicating as you allowed yourself to be used and abused.

One particularly deep stroke seems to catch your prostate perfectly and your scream is low and guttural as your body tenses in position, every nerve alighting and making your wrists pull against the stocks as your knees weaken. Behind you, the soldat cares nothing for your predicament as it keeps up its thrusts, ensuring that your prostate remains stimulated even as your pleasure peaks and ebbs.

It’s almost too much and the brutal pace ensures that a constant stream of moans and squeals is all that can escape your throat as you can do little but endure the constant stimulation.

Your eyes were focused on your tormentor, the puppet master who was pulling the strings, and his clear enjoyment of your suffering did nothing but add to the arousal which was coursing through you. Eyes burning as your teeth snapped shut tightly enough to cause a genuine tension in your jaw, you lost yourself in the sensations as your mind seemed to white out.

As though hearing your thoughts, Heisenberg rose from his makeshift throne and came to stand before you even as you continued to whine in place. You take in his form with blurred vision, trying to blink away the unshed wetness in your eyes as you glance up at him.

“Too much, little slut? I thought you were better than this.” His cock bobbed ever so temptingly before you and your tongue licked at your lips as you listen to his words, “What a shame.”

Noticing your attention on his cock, he drops to one knee once again and brushes his fingers along your mouth as you sob out a low keen against him due to the soldat once again brushing against your most sensitive spot. You can feel a few drops of release on your stomach but most of it had been lost to the floor as your cock hung in the empty space below the stocks.

“Don’t worry, pup, you’ll be receiving your reward in a moment but first,” his hands produce a large ring gag from within his coat and he slips it within your willing mouth as you tilt your head forward to allow him to secure it, “can’t have you accidentally biting down on me because you can’t handle a little machine fuck, can we?”

Taking a draw of his cigar, he blows the smoke in your face gently and your predicament plus the ring gag make you unable to move away from it as the scent and taste of smoke invades your senses. Standing back up, he dips his hips forward and his hand guides his cock towards your defenceless yet willing mouth and you use it as an opportunity to concentrate on something other than the hard pleasure rocketing through your core.

Your tongue reaches out to lap at the head of his cock but whatever teasing you had planned was swiftly put to rest as he shook his head for a moment before thrusting his cock within your mouth, pausing at the tip of your throat to allow you to prepare for him. Breathing deeply though your nose, you relax your throat and dip your head forward slightly as you accept him.

The invitation was clear and with a triumphant growl he pushes down your throat greedily and you fight back the urge to choke as the familiar taste of him overwhelms you. Added to this, as though taking instruction from its master, the soldat also seems to pick up its pace as it impales itself within you.

Now plugged at both ends, the soldat moves so quickly against you that you can barely differentiate the strokes and the unyielding stimulation leaves you a mindless mess of pleasure.

To your front, you allow Heisenberg to use your mouth; his own strokes deep and messy as he fucks your face with abandon, confident in the security that his cock ring provides him, and you can do nothing but attempt to relax your throat as you resign yourself to the abuse of your willing body.

Pleasure was indistinguishable from pain as ecstasy and agony melted together into one unending mess of sensation; orgasms ripping through you as time lost meaning, even as Heisenberg’s thick fingers came to pluck at your nipples as he used your throat roughly. Tears streaming from your eyes freely as you try to keep up with your breathing, as erratic and broken as it was.

Eventually you feel the cock within your mouth twitch and you have a moment’s notice before he explodes within your throat with an animalistic grunt; the soft tickle of his pubic hair irritating the end of your nose as he buried himself fully and you have to concentrate on swallowing down his release, lest you choke on it.

It's too much and another orgasm tears through you, your fingernails carving crescent shaped divots into your palms as you fist your hands desperately. Having long run out of any release, the tension within your body is almost unbearable as you jerk and writhe, unable to do much more as you remain speared in place.

However, just as you feel like your legs are ready to buckle, a small mercy makes itself known.

Behind you, the soldat pulls free of you and powers down without warning and the sudden lack of fullness within you feels strange, the air of the room brushing past the ache of your hole and the lack of wetness there. So used to Heisenberg’s lack of protection, it feels unnatural to be so thoroughly fucked and not have the warmth of another release within your core, leaking out as they pulled out from you.

As you consider it, Heisenberg pulls free of your mouth and tucks his saliva-coated cock back within his slacks as he flicks what remains of his cigar butt away without care. Taking a step back, he takes in your prone state and the thin veil of sweat which coats your body.

Twitching in position as your overstimulated nerves continue to fire off despite the lack of stimulation, your knees continue to wobble dangerously for a moment before your body collapses in on itself. Knees striking the floor roughly, you have to straighten your back to keep the pressure off your neck and hands as you reclaim control of your body.

A click of unlocking metal lets you know that you are no longer secured in place but before you can make any effort to move, gentle hands release the ring gag which was still stretching your mouth open. Snapping your jaw shut in appreciation as you move the muscles there, you glance at him with a thankful look as he disappears to your side, just out of eyesight.

Gasping in surprise as his hands come to rest on your hips, the metal stock unlatches and opens at his command and you find yourself quickly swept up into his arms. The physicality of the act draws an appreciative hum from your throat as you curl in towards his chest instinctively; the small pendants and dog tags which he wore as part of his usual outfit brushing against your bare chest as his welcomed warmth envelops you.

“I can walk.” You bite out in a low mutter, having no intention of doing so but unwilling to admit the weakness, “Put me down.”

“No,” the refusal is simple and his grip tightens around you as he takes you in the direction of the bathroom, his earlier promise ringing in your ears, “I want every inch of you scrubbed to wash off the stink of the machine.”

Even through the teasing tone, you can hear just the faintest hint of jealousy peeking through and it makes you smirk.

“Can we keep it?” You ask in a tired voice, slipping your hand in the crease of his shirt and rubbing against the hair of his chest seductively, “I wouldn’t mind having a spare in the bedroom for when the Lord of this factory is too busy to meet my needs.”

Tilting his head down, he catches the mischievous glint in your eye and a rumble emits from his chest.

“Be careful what you wish for, pup,” He mutters, kicking the door of the bathroom open with ease, “because you know I like to make a fucking point. Especially when it comes to my favourite toy and his insatiable needs.”

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One of the most amusing things about Karl Heisenberg was that he genuinely considered himself to be a romantic. For him, romance was his choice to share a space with you and ask questions about your life before him outside the village. Romance was allowing you to use his resources to either craft and create or buy yourself something nice from the Duke. Romance was him ensuring that you came when you were fucking.

Not bad, but certainly not romance in the tradition sense.

So, with the steady approach of the one-year anniversary of your break-in to the factory, you knew it would be your job to broach the subject of doing something to acknowledge the event. Not that you expected anything, but it would be nice to do something.

Doing so was much less painful than you expected, and when the topic was brought up, he seemed surprised at the passage of time but acquiesced to your whispered suggestions.

A day on the reservoir.

If there was one thing you missed about your old life, it was water. The harsh heat and oppressive steel of the factory were second nature by this point but you missed the sensations and freedom of open water. Heisenberg’s washrooms were huge and filled with comforts which you had taken time to gather but they were no replacement and a day on the reservoir was something you had been craving for some time.

However, just as the factory was Heisenberg’s kingdom, the reservoir had its own protector, and he didn’t appear to be too thrilled at the intrusion.

“This is my territory!” Holding his position with surprising confidence, Moreau stood between Heisenberg and the small boat which he was attempting to board with you. The wood of the pier creaked below your combined weights as the soft lull of the rushing water curled your lips into a soft smile as you settled back to watch the showdown between the lords.

“You think I want this shithole?” Heisenberg’s laugh was unpleasant, the mocking edge to it undeniable as he swept a hand out lazily across the open space, “Don’t be fucking stupid. I’m only looking for some fishing time on the reservoir and then I’ll be gone.”

“So, you’re here to take my food? Mother says the reservoir is mine.”

“And I’ve already said I don’t want it. Just fuck off for a few hours and then I’ll send word up to that shack you use as a lab to let you know we’re gone.”

“This is my territory!” Moreau repeats, his body shaking in place as he straightened his hunched back as much as possible.

Patience snapping, Heisenberg tilted his hat up and his teeth became visible as he bared them in anger.

“Listen here you fucking frea-”

“We plan to take a meal for this evening, Lord Moreau. Nothing more.” You cut in quickly, placing a subtle hand on the base of Heisenberg’s coat, tactfully ignoring the open scowl which he sends your way as you interrupt him, “Your reservoir is so beautiful that I asked my Lord here to show it to me. I would appreciate the chance, Lord Moreau.”

At your soft tone and use of his proper title, the tension in Moreau’s back seemed to settle as his grotesque expression and puffy eyes settled on your own.

“You want to see my home?”

“I would be delighted.” You smile at him, biting back your revulsion as you even throw in a slight bow. However, the bow is cut short as Heisenberg’s thick arm snakes around your waist and straightens you out.

“Oh, fuck off.” He mutters from the side of his mouth so Moreau couldn’t hear, “You don’t even bow for me, kitten. Don’t waste it on this freak.”

“You can use the boat.” Moreau agreed, his small hands wringing before his chest and you swear you can see the faintest hint of a blush high on his cheek, “and I will be back before sundown. I have experiments to do for mother within my clinic so that is where I will be.”

“We’ll be long gone by then, Lord Moreau.”

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The boat is small and barely able to support the combined weight of you both as it floats lazily atop the water. A small cooler, designed to hold any fish which are collected as you travel back to the factory, lies on the floor between you as you each occupy one of the small wooden benches which act as seats. The lid of the cooler is covered by a blanket; a last-minute addition to ensure a little more comfort.

His hammer had been left at the pier by the edge of the water, the weight of the metal far too much for the rickety boat, and Heisenberg had done nothing but mumble his discontent at the abandonment of his favourite toy as the time had passed.

The sun is low and the air is chilled but you have never felt so content as you watch him use his pointer finger to direct a small metal hook through the deep waters below. It is fascinating to watch how his control of the metal lets him know when there is enough resistance to indicate that the hook has caught a fish as he brings it to the surface and drops it behind him on the boat.

It was an easy dinner and one you were prepared to make for later.

“I can’t believe you bowed to that little fish freak.”

His words came from nowhere and jerked you from your relaxed stupor as you fixed him with a small smile.

“It worked didn’t it.”

“Might make a man jealous. Seeing his favourite distraction doing that for another guy.”

“Jealous of Moreau?” You whistle between your teeth, “That’s a new low, my Lord. Even for you.”

Chuckling, he flashes his white teeth at you and returns to his fishing.

It is strange to see him outside of the factory and you subtly observe him as you lounge against your bench. He is relaxed, his long legs spread wide across the rickety boat and his head is tilted up towards the sun as his hand continues to lazily guide the fishing hook. The creased lines and slight squint which always graced his face due to the harsh lighting of the factory are long gone and he looks almost peaceful.

It leaves a strange feeling in your chest and one that you shake off as you straighten out your back.

“Hungry?”

Plucking the rim of his hat up to look at you, Heisenberg gives a gruff grunt of agreement before pulling the hat free and running a hand through his messy hair.

“Great, because I have a surprise.” You wink, dipping your hand into the cooler and removing the small bag which you had stashed in their earlier, “A secret purchase from the Duke.”

“Keeping secrets, kitten?” His tone was playful, and his eyes widened in appreciation as he took in the plastic bag of fresh strawberries which were now being dangled before him.

“Do you want some?”

“Only if you give them to me.” He growls, his eyes flashing with challenge and genuine desire.

You roll your eyes but happily follow his instructions.

“As my Lord requests.”

Slipping free of your bench, you take up position between his spread legs and keep the bag of strawberries balanced on his crotch as you see his throat swallow at the sudden proximity you now shared with him.

Running the strawberry around his lips as you lean into his space, you tease him for a moment before allowing him to bite down. A hum of appreciation rumbles from his chest at the sweetness and his tongue appears for a moment to catch a drip of juice which was threatening to escape the corner of his mouth.

The next strawberry is smaller, and you take a small bite from the tip of it before placing the rest in his mouth as his sharp teeth cut through it without difficulty. It is inherently erotic and you can feel a growing wetness in your core as you shift your thighs together and you bite back a smirk as you feel his own developing hardness as you pluck fruit from the bag against his groin.

It doesn’t take long for the bag to finish; the residual sweetness of the strawberries pleasant against your lips as you recline once again against the bench opposite him.

“Good?”

“Fantastic, there’s nothing like fresh produce.” He replies but a wicked look is quick to enter his expression as he surveys you and you feel a flash of warmth in your gut as you sense mischief on his part, “But we’re here to celebrate, aren’t we? A whole year, huh? Maybe that does merit a reward.”

The boat dips dangerously as he shifts forward from his seated position so that his large form loomed over you. A gasp escapes your throat as his hand snakes up your skirt and brushes against your inner thigh before gripping the flesh there roughly.

The wood of the bench is hard against your back and you reach behind to drop the blanket over it, the comfort immediately better as you spread your legs further, allowing him easier access to your core.

His fingers are insistent as they run along the fabric which covers your sex, the friction enough to draw a soft sigh from your throat as you press against them.

“What if someone’s watching?” You ask, teasing his exhibitionist streak.

“Let them watch,” he grunts as his eyes lock with your own, “and if they have a problem then I’ll grind them into paste.”

“What if Moreau is watching?” Unable to resist the point, you continue to rub against his fingers as you question him, “He seems like a little pervert. He’s probably on top of that old shack with some binoculars, hand around his dick.”

“I doubt the little freak even has a dick,” Heisenberg hums, his thumb rubbing gentle circles over the area which covered your clit, “and if he does, it’s only hard for that bitch mother of his.”

“That’s so fucked up.” You moan, the soft stimulations maddening as they steadily built the pleasure within you.

 “We’re all fucked up.” He points out,

“Oh yeah,” you purr, “but at least you can fuck like a beast to compensate. Makes it easier to forget the crazy.”

His laugh catches you off-guard with its volume but your back immediately stiffens and a low grunt escapes you as he brushes your panties to the side and finally inserts two of his fingers within you. It is rough and the stretch of his thick fingers takes your breath even as you grind down on to them greedily.

He knows how to play you like a fiddle and his fingers alternate between moving within you and running across your clit in a methodical fashion which was almost cruel. Low whines are all you can manage as your fingers curl against the blanket which covered the bench against your back and his presence continues to loom over you, blocking out the winter sun above as he pleasures you.

His rough stubble scratches against the sensitive skin of your neck as he places a trail of sloppy kisses and sharp bites down your neck. His fingers thrust within you, brushing your most sensitive spots and you can both feel how close you are.

“Come for your lord, buttercup.” He growls harshly into your ear, his teeth nipping at your lobe as he makes his demand and like a good subject, you follow his instructions.

You grind your core against his hand and he rewards you by drawing his thumb across your clit as he pushes you over the edge. Your groan of pleasure is guttural as you clench around him, riding his fingers with a desperate rhythm as you bury your grunts in the familiar leather of his coat.

In the low sun of the reservoir, you can hear the splashing water around you as the boat rocks in place and even through the pleasure coursing through you, you can’t help but still think ahead to the festivities which lay ahead later in the evening.

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Dinner had been served and consumed, the fresh fish providing an excellent meal which left a delightful fullness within you both. His natural metabolism required an excessive amount of food and the majority of the fish had landed on his plate before being consumed with some excellent wine you vaguely suspected had been taken from Lady Dimitrescu’s castle without her knowledge.

Conversation has been casual yet heated, discussions of plans to come and future developments which could be made within the factory to improve both production and the inclusion of further creature comforts you both could enjoy. It was nice; an uncommon break from work on his part and an exciting time on your own part as you were treated to his undivided attention.

The day at the reservoir had been wonderful and the dinner delicious but the night wasn’t through yet and the anticipation was almost palatable as you stood at the end of your shared bed.

He was propped up on his elbows, his naked form lounging confidently against the bed; legs hung over the edge and feet firmly planted against the floor as he watched you prepare yourself.

Securing the straps of the device across your hips, you pick up the dildo from the bed and slot it within the open space over your mound. The silicone, a very private purchase from the Duke whose professionalism never faltered for a moment, was soft against your grip as you adjusted its position to ensure that the small nodule which was designed for the pleasure of the wearer lay flat against your clit.

It wasn’t the first time he’d been in such a position but it had been a while and, if the half-hard state of his cock as it lay against his groin was anything to go by, he was just as excited as yourself to see a repeat.

You were both fully nude with the only covering between you being the thick dark straps which held the dildo in place against your heated skin. The roundness of his stomach moved rhythmically with his breathing as he watched you with a lustful intensity, awaiting your first move.

“Are you ready, Lord Heisenberg?” You ask, teasing the skin of his inner thighs with your nails. Just for fun, you throw in a small bow and you watch his lips curl into a smirk at the acknowledgment of your earlier discussions.

“Let’s see what you’ve got, kitten.”

Snatching up the small bottle of oil which was always kept on hand next to the bed, you squirt a small amount onto the tips of your fingers before leaning forward to rub the oil around his hole. At the contact, his body seemed to relax further as his legs widened further to allow you better access as his back lay flat against the bed.

Happy with the oil, you push your finger in without ceremony and enjoy the way in which his hand twitched against the sheets; his expression never wavering from open lust as he watched your face with rapt attention. The intensity of his look was exhilarating, and you could feel the wetness between your legs but you ignore it for the moment.

Knowing his preferences, you thrust a second finger into match the first and scissor them roughly to stretch him open and prepare him for the reasonably-sized dildo. It certainly wasn’t small but, while it wasn’t nearly as big as him, it would give him that mix of pain and pleasure which he enjoyed.

Beneath you, his head is flat against the sheets and the small movements have made his hair a mess as it fans out around his face. His breathing is steady as he presses against your insistent fingers and you are treated to a low grunt as you follow up with a third finger which is inserted without ceremony.

Shifting your fingers within him, you brush against the rougher patch of skin which you recognise as his prostate and the result is immediate as his legs jerk in place at either side of you.

“Fuck, kitten.” He grunts, “Do that again.”

“Do what?” You ask, pulling all three fingers free and instead gripping his cock within your grasp, the residual oil making your strokes easy as you tease him with an innocent tone.

“Fucking tease,” his eyes are sharp but his mouth curls into a smile as you release him and run a hand past his stomach to the thick mat of hair on his chest, “you’re killing me.”

“Tell me what you want.” You demand, tone turning harsh as you grip at his hip with your free hand, your fingers barely denting the skin there despite the intensity of your grasp.

Laughing at your attempt at control, he indulges you.

“Your Lord commands that you fuck him, kitten, and make sure you fuck him well. Show him what you have and he’ll return the favour for his favourite whore.”

 Growling at the term, you line yourself up with his hole, using the remaining oil to smear the tip of the dildo for an easier insertion as you brush it against him teasingly.

“Let’s go then.”

Breaching the rim of his hole, you give him a moment to adjust before pushing in sharply and burying the first three inches of the dildo within him, the sharp stretch drawing a string of obscenities from his lips as he jerked in place. His knees dipped in slightly and you knocked them away with your own, ensuring to keep the dildo in place as you did so.

“C’mon, Karl,” you tease, “surely you’re not complaining already.”

“Very brave words, kitten, we’ll see who is the first to break in our little game.” His pale eyes met your own and he winked in promise; a wink which sent a wave of arousal through you as it promised fun to come.

Quickly forming a rhythm, you rock and roll your hips as you thrust within him, each movement sinking another inch within him until you felt the heat of his groin against your own as you bottomed out within him. Your hands were clawed against his outer thighs, the nails digging in to ensure that he stayed in place as you used him as you saw fit and your hand only moved to adjust the small nodule which brushed against your own clit with every stroke.

His grunts were almost animalistic as he pushed back against you, accepting everything you had and encouraging your pace as his legs remained spread to allow you to take what you wanted from him. A tickle down your thigh alerted you to just how wet you were and you paused to momentarily sweep a finger along your own slit, gathering the juices there and bringing them to his mouth. His tongue appeared without hesitation, swallowing your fingers down and licking them clean with an almost frantic tongue as you push within him deeply.

Pulling out until only the tip of the dildo remained, you lunge forward to impale him fully and the force is almost painful as it forces the nodule of the dildo to slam into your clit also, sparking a torrid mixture of pained pleasure.

“Fuck!” His exclamation breaks off into a surprisingly high whine and you have to bite back a smirk at the noise, knowing it will piss him off, “Do that again or I’ll fucking kill you.”

“No, you won’t.” You challenge but acquiesce to his request, your thrusts deep and brutal as you bring him to the edge. His cock, painfully hard as it jerks in place untouched by either himself or you, has left a noticeable smear of pre-cum across his stomach which only grows as you press down on the shaft, allowing your fingers to trail across the tip cruelly, “Do you want to come?”

“Yeah,” he grunts, “fuck yeah I do. I think I deserve it after our little date on the reservoir.” His words are disjointed, filling in the gaps between your thrusts as you slow your pace to something torturously slow.

“That’s fair,” you concede, “so are you ready? No holding back. I’m not one of your soldats that you can control. I won’t stop until I’m happy.”

Your words have their effect, and you can see the colour high on his cheeks as he gives you a nod.

“Go for it, buttercup.”

A deep grunt escapes him as you once again pick up the pace with a renewed vigour, snapping your hips back and forth with force as your hand wraps around his thick cock and moves in tandem with your thrusts. The slight tremble of his inner thighs matched with the deep intake of air which shuddered through his chest was a tell-tale sign of how close he was and you pressed on, eager to push him over the edge.

His feet tapped against the floor as he alternated between placing pressure on the ball and the heel as you pressed into him rapidly and your free hand came to rest on his inner thigh once again, sharp nails digging into the skin there to give you more purchase. The nodule against your clit was dragging across the sensitive nub there rhythmically and encouraging you to chase your own pleasure as well as his.

With a particularly hard push, you hilt within him fully and from the way his body jerked below you as his cock twitched within your hands, you knew you had hit his sweet spot with some precision. The pulse of his cock was almost throbbing as he came all over his own stomach, his release arcing high and landing amongst the patch of salt and pepper hair which covered his chest.

Garbled obscenities and rough growls are all that escape his throat as he rides out his pleasure on both your strap and your fist as it remains enclosed around his cock drawing out everything he had and teasing his head to ensure that his pleasure continued to the point of discomfort.

Your own core was screaming in protest at its own lack of orgasm but you ignored it, knowing that the night was far from over, and you continued to push into him lazily for an extra few moments before letting go of his cock and pulling free of his ass.

Nimble fingers were quick to release the straps around your hips and you allowed the whole apparatus to fall to the ground carelessly as you instead pressed his legs together gently, the move rewarding you with a low grunt from him, as you climb aboard his lap to straddle him.

Taking your lead, he pulled himself further up the bed to allow his legs to lay on the sheets like the rest of his body as you collapse yourself properly atop him; your chest pressed against his own as his released smeared messily between you. Evening the odds, you slip your leg to his side and press your core against his thigh, alerting him to the wet mess of your juices and the effect which your fuck had on your own enjoyment.

His breathing remained uneven for a minute before his thick arm came to rest across your back, his fingers gripping playfully at your ass as he held you in place.

“Not bad,” he huffed, pushing his hair from his eyes with his free hand before placing it behind his head, fixing you with his heated stare, “your stamina is impressive for someone without any extra juice.”

“I had good motivation.” You answer, scratching your foot along his inner ankle.

He hummed in agreement for a moment before speaking again.

“Happy anniversary, kitten.” He drawled; the words unexpected but alighting a warmth in your chest as you enjoyed the momentary peace.

“Happy anniversary, my lord. My gift to you was a good hard fuck which I can tell you enjoyed.” At your filthy words, a low rumble emitted from his chest and a fresh wave of lust swept through his expression, but it soon turned thoughtful as he gave his response.

“I never got you anything.”

“I never asked for anything.”

“Tell you what,” his tone was playful as he squeezed your ass gently, “you pick out a soldat from the line and I’ll customise it for you. Something nice and personal.”

You purr with interest, recalling your last experience with a soldat.

“Not like that,” he scowled as his grip grew rougher, “but I can reprogram it as a defence tool. Hell, I’ll even let you choose the weaponry it wields.”

Hmm, it seemed he was looking for a new project to work on and in the quiet of the room you gave his offer some consideration as you relaxed against him.

Something nice and personal.

A surprisingly thoughtful gift.

Maybe he was a romantic after all.

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One of the most amusing things about Karl Heisenberg was that he genuinely considered himself to be a romantic. For him, romance was his choice to share a space with you and ask questions about your life before him outside the village. Romance was allowing you to use his resources to either craft and create or buy yourself something nice from the Duke. Romance was him ensuring that you came when you were fucking.

Not bad, but certainly not romance in the tradition sense.

So, with the steady approach of the one-year anniversary of your break-in to the factory, you knew it would be your job to broach the subject of doing something to acknowledge the event. Not that you expected anything, but it would be nice to do something.

Doing so was much less painful than you expected, and when the topic was brought up, he seemed surprised at the passage of time but acquiesced to your whispered suggestions.

A day on the reservoir.

If there was one thing you missed about your old life, it was water. The harsh heat and oppressive steel of the factory were second nature by this point but you missed the sensations and freedom of open water. Heisenberg’s washrooms were huge and filled with comforts which you had taken time to gather but they were no replacement and a day on the reservoir was something you had been craving for some time.

However, just as the factory was Heisenberg’s kingdom, the reservoir had its own protector, and he didn’t appear to be too thrilled at the intrusion.

“This is my territory!” Holding his position with surprising confidence, Moreau stood between Heisenberg and the small boat which he was attempting to board with you. The wood of the pier creaked below your combined weights as the soft lull of the rushing water curled your lips into a soft smile as you settled back to watch the showdown between the lords.

“You think I want this shithole?” Heisenberg’s laugh was unpleasant, the mocking edge to it undeniable as he swept a hand out lazily across the open space, “Don’t be fucking stupid. I’m only looking for some fishing time on the reservoir and then I’ll be gone.”

“So, you’re here to take my food? Mother says the reservoir is mine.”

“And I’ve already said I don’t want it. Just fuck off for a few hours and then I’ll send word up to that shack you use as a lab to let you know we’re gone.”

“This is my territory!” Moreau repeats, his body shaking in place as he straightened his hunched back as much as possible.

Patience snapping, Heisenberg tilted his hat up and his teeth became visible as he bared them in anger.

“Listen here you fucking frea-”

“We plan to take a meal for this evening, Lord Moreau. Nothing more.” You cut in quickly, placing a subtle hand on the base of Heisenberg’s coat, tactfully ignoring the open scowl which he sends your way as you interrupt him, “Your reservoir is so beautiful that I asked my Lord here to show it to me. I would appreciate the chance, Lord Moreau.”

At your soft tone and use of his proper title, the tension in Moreau’s back seemed to settle as his grotesque expression and puffy eyes settled on your own.

“You want to see my home?”

“I would be delighted.” You smile at him, biting back your revulsion as you even throw in a slight bow. However, the bow is cut short as Heisenberg’s thick arm snakes around your waist and straightens you out.

“Oh, fuck off.” He mutters from the side of his mouth so Moreau couldn’t hear, “You don’t even bow for me, pup. Don’t waste it on this freak.”

“You can use the boat.” Moreau agreed, his small hands wringing before his chest and you swear you can see the faintest hint of a blush high on his cheek, “and I will be back before sundown. I have experiments to do for mother within my clinic so that is where I will be.”

“We’ll be long gone by then, Lord Moreau.”

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The boat is small and barely able to support the combined weight of you both as it floats lazily atop the water. A small cooler, designed to hold any fish which are collected as you travel back to the factory, lies on the floor between you as you each occupy one of the small wooden benches which act as seats. The lid of the cooler is covered by a blanket; a last-minute addition to ensure a little more comfort.

His hammer had been left at the pier by the edge of the water, the weight of the metal far too much for the rickety boat, and Heisenberg had done nothing but mumble his discontent at the abandonment of his favourite toy as the time had passed.

The sun is low and the air is chilled but you have never felt so content as you watch him use his pointer finger to direct a small metal hook through the deep waters below. It is fascinating to watch how his control of the metal lets him know when there is enough resistance to indicate that the hook has caught a fish as he brings it to the surface and drops it behind him on the boat.

It was an easy dinner and one you were prepared to make for later.

“I can’t believe you bowed to that little fish freak.”

His words came from nowhere and jerked you from your relaxed stupor as you fixed him with a small smile.

“It worked didn’t it.”

“Might make a man jealous. Seeing his favourite distraction doing that for another guy.”

“Jealous of Moreau?” You whistle between your teeth, “That’s a new low, my Lord. Even for you.”

Chuckling, he flashes his white teeth at you and returns to his fishing.

It is strange to see him outside of the factory and you subtly observe him as you lounge against your bench. He is relaxed, his long legs spread wide across the rickety boat and his head is tilted up towards the sun as his hand continues to lazily guide the fishing hook. The creased lines and slight squint which always graced his face due to the harsh lighting of the factory are long gone and he looks almost peaceful.

It leaves a strange feeling in your chest and one that you shake off as you straighten out your back.

“Hungry?”

Plucking the rim of his hat up to look at you, Heisenberg gives a gruff grunt of agreement before pulling the hat free and running a hand through his messy hair.

“Great, because I have a surprise.” You wink, dipping your hand into the cooler and removing the small bag which you had stashed in their earlier, “A secret purchase from the Duke.”

“Keeping secrets?” His tone was playful, and his eyes widened in appreciation as he took in the plastic bag of fresh strawberries which were now being dangled before him.

“Do you want some?”

“Only if you give them to me.” He growls, his eyes flashing with challenge and genuine desire.

You roll your eyes but happily follow his instructions.

“As my Lord requests.”

Slipping free of your bench, you take up position between his spread legs and keep the bag of strawberries balanced on his crotch as you see his throat swallow at the sudden proximity you now shared with him.

Running the strawberry around his lips as you lean into his space, you tease him for a moment before allowing him to bite down. A hum of appreciation rumbles from his chest at the sweetness and his tongue appears for a moment to catch a drip of juice which was threatening to escape the corner of his mouth.

The next strawberry is smaller, and you take a small bite from the tip of it before placing the rest in his mouth as his sharp teeth cut through it without difficulty. It is inherently erotic and you can feel a twitch of interest within your groin as you shift your thighs together and you bite back a smirk as you feel his own developing hardness as you pluck fruit from the bag.

It doesn’t take long for the bag to finish; the residual sweetness of the strawberries pleasant against your lips as you recline once again against the bench opposite him.

“Good?”

“Fantastic, there’s nothing like fresh produce.” He replies but a wicked look is quick to enter his expression as he surveys you and you feel a flash of warmth in your gut as you sense mischief on his part, “But we’re here to celebrate, aren’t we? A whole year, huh? Maybe that does merit a reward.”

The boat dips dangerously as he shifts forward from his seated position so that his large form loomed over you. A gasp escapes your throat as his hand snakes its way to your fly and quickly unzips you, releasing your cock from your slacks as it was held, half-hard, within his grasp.

The wood of the bench is hard against your back and you reach behind to drop the blanket over it, the comfort immediately better as you spread your legs further, allowing him easier access to your cock as he begins to stroke you.

His fingers are insistent as they run along the underside of your shaft, the friction of his rough pads enough to draw a soft sigh from your throat as you buck into them slightly.

“What if someone’s watching?” You ask, teasing his exhibitionist streak.

“Let them watch,” he grunts as his eyes lock with your own, “and if they have a problem then I’ll grind them into paste.”

“What if Moreau is watching?” Unable to resist the point, you continue to rub against his fingers as you question him, “He seems like a little pervert. He’s probably on top of that old shack with some binoculars, hand around his dick.”

“I doubt the little freak even has a dick,” Heisenberg hums, his thumb rubbing gentle circles over your sensitive head and drawing a low groan from your throat, “and if he does, it’s only hard for that bitch mother of his.”

“That’s so fucked up.” You moan, the soft stimulations maddening as they steadily built the pleasure within you.

 “We’re all fucked up.” He points out,

“Oh yeah,” you purr, “but at least you can fuck like a beast to compensate. Makes it easier to forget the crazy.”

His laugh catches you off-guard with its volume but your back immediately stiffens and a low grunt escapes you as he runs his fingers along your shaft once more before gripping you and stroking you with a quicker pace. The pleasure is sharp and your hands claw against the soft blanket which covered the wood below you as you bucked your hips into his waiting hand.

He knows how to play you like a fiddle and his fingers alternate between stroking you and stimulating the head in a methodical fashion which was almost cruel. Low whines are all you can manage as your fingers continue to curl against the blanket which covered the bench against your back and his presence continues to loom over you, blocking out the winter sun above as he pleasures you.

His rough stubble scratches against the sensitive skin of your neck as he places a trail of sloppy kisses and sharp bites down your neck. His hand jerks you at a continuous rhythm, his fingers continuing to brush your most sensitive spots and you can both feel how close you are.

“Come for your lord, buttercup.” He growls harshly into your ear, his teeth nipping at your lobe as he makes his demand and like a good subject, you follow his instructions.

You buck your cock into his hand and he rewards you by drawing his thumb across your head as he pushes you over the edge. Your groan of pleasure is guttural as you clench around him, your release lost in the empty space between you as you lean forward to bury your grunts in the familiar leather of his coat.

In the low sun of the reservoir, you can hear the splashing water around you as the boat rocks in place and even through the pleasure coursing through you, you can’t help but still think ahead to the festivities which lay ahead later in the evening.

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Dinner had been served and consumed, the fresh fish providing an excellent meal which left a delightful fullness within you both. His natural metabolism required an excessive amount of food and the majority of the fish had landed on his plate before being consumed with some excellent wine you vaguely suspected had been taken from Lady Dimitrescu’s castle without her knowledge.

Conversation has been casual yet heated, discussions of plans to come and future developments which could be made within the factory to improve both production and the inclusion of further creature comforts you both could enjoy. It was nice; an uncommon break from work on his part and an exciting time on your own part as you were treated to his undivided attention.

The day at the reservoir had been wonderful and the dinner delicious but the night wasn’t through yet and the anticipation was almost palatable as you stood at the end of your shared bed.

He was propped up on his elbows, his naked form lounging confidently against the bed; legs hung over the edge and feet firmly planted against the floor as he watched you prepare yourself.

It wasn’t the first time he’d been in such a position but it had been a while and, if the half-hard state of his cock as it lay against his groin was anything to go by, he was just as excited as yourself to see a repeat.

You were both fully nude with absolutely no covering between you as you run your own hands along the heated skin of your own cock, already hard and raring to go. The roundness of his stomach moved rhythmically with his breathing as he watched you with a lustful intensity, awaiting your first move.

“Are you ready, Lord Heisenberg?” You ask, teasing the skin of his inner thighs with your nails. Just for fun, you throw in a small bow and you watch his lips curl into a smirk at the acknowledgment of your earlier discussions.

“Let’s see what you’ve got, pup.”

Snatching up the small bottle of oil which was always kept on hand next to the bed, you squirt a small amount onto the tips of your fingers before leaning forward to rub the oil around his hole. At the contact, his body seemed to relax further; his legs widening further to allow you better access as his back lay flat against the bed.

Happy with the oil, you push your finger in without ceremony and enjoy the way in which his hand twitched against the sheets; his expression never wavering from open lust as he watched your face with rapt attention. The intensity of his look was exhilarating, and the ache of your cock was maddening as you stroke it slowly while continuing to finger fuck him.

Knowing his preferences, you thrust a second finger into match the first and scissor them roughly to stretch him open and prepare him for you. You certainly weren’t small but, while you were not as big as him, you would only open him enough to give him that mix of pain and pleasure which he enjoyed.

Beneath you, his head is flat against the sheets and the small movements have made his hair a mess as it fans out around his face. His breathing is steady as he presses against your insistent fingers and you are treated to a low grunt as you follow up with a third finger which is inserted without ceremony.

Shifting your fingers within him, you brush against the rougher patch of skin which you recognise as his prostate and the result is immediate as his legs jerk in place at either side of you.

“Fuck, pup.” He grunts, “Do that again.”

“Do what?” You ask, pulling all three fingers free and instead gripping his cock within your grasp, the residual oil making your strokes easy as you tease him with an innocent tone.

“Fucking tease,” his eyes are sharp but his mouth curls into a smile as you release him and run a hand past his stomach to the thick mat of hair on his chest, “you’re killing me.”

“Tell me what you want.” You demand, tone turning harsh as you grip at his hip with your free hand, your fingers barely denting the skin there despite the intensity of your grasp.

Laughing at your attempt at control, he indulges you.

“Your Lord commands that you fuck him, pup, and make sure you fuck him well. Show him what you have and he’ll return the favour for his favourite whore.”

 Growling at the term, you line yourself up with his hole, using the remaining oil to smear the head of your cock for an easier insertion as you brush it against him teasingly.

“Let’s go then.”

Breaching the rim of his hole, you give him a moment to adjust before pushing in sharply and burying the first three inches of yourself within him, the sharp stretch drawing a string of obscenities from his lips as he jerked in place. His knees dipped in slightly and you knocked them away with your own, ensuring to keep your cock in place as you did so.

“C’mon, Karl,” you tease as you bite back a moan at how tight he is around you, “surely you’re not complaining already.”

“Very brave words, pup, we’ll see who is the first to break in our little game.” His pale eyes met your own and he winked in promise; a wink which sent a wave of arousal through you as your cock twitched at the promised fun to come.

Quickly forming a rhythm, you rock and roll your hips as you thrust within him, each movement sinking another inch within him until you felt the heat of his groin against your own as you bottomed out. So warm and tight. He was fantastic and your hands were clawed against his outer thighs, the nails digging in to ensure that he stayed in place as you used him as you saw fit and your hand only moved to pick different points of his thighs to grip on to.

His grunts were almost animalistic as he pushed back against you, accepting everything you had and encouraging your pace as his legs remained spread to allow you to take what you wanted from him. Pulling out until only the tip of your cock remained, you lunge forward to impale him fully and the force is almost too much as it sparks a torrid mixture of pained pleasure.

“Fuck!” His exclamation breaks off into a surprisingly high whine and you have to bite back a smirk at the noise, knowing it will piss him off, “Do that again or I’ll fucking kill you.”

“No, you won’t.” You challenge but acquiesce to his request, your thrusts deep and brutal as you bring him to the edge. His cock, painfully hard as it jerks in place untouched by either himself or you, has left a noticeable smear of pre-cum across his stomach which only grows as you press down on the shaft, allowing your fingers to trail across the tip cruelly, “Do you want to come?”

“Yeah,” he grunts, “fuck yeah I do. I think I deserve it after our little date on the reservoir.” His words are disjointed, filling in the gaps between your thrusts as you slow your pace to something torturously slow.

“That’s fair,” you concede, “so are you ready? No holding back. I’m not one of your soldats that you can control. I won’t stop until I’m happy.”

Your words have their effect, and you can see the colour high on his cheeks as he gives you a nod.

“Go for it, buttercup.”

A deep grunt escapes him as you once again pick up the pace with a renewed vigour, snapping your hips back and forth with force as your hand wraps around his thick cock and moves in tandem with your thrusts. The slight tremble of his inner thighs matched with the deep intake of air which shuddered through his chest was a tell-tale sign of how close he was and you pressed on, eager to push him over the edge.

His feet tapped against the floor as he alternated between placing pressure on the ball and the heel as you pressed into him rapidly and your free hand came to rest on his inner thigh once again, sharp nails digging into the skin there to give you more purchase.

With a particularly hard push, you hilt within him fully and from the way his body jerked below you as his cock twitched within your hands, you knew you had hit his sweet spot with some precision. The pulse of his cock was almost throbbing as he came all over his own stomach, his release arcing high and landing amongst the patch of salt and pepper hair which covered his chest.

Garbled obscenities and rough growls are all that escape his throat as he rides out his pleasure on both your cock and your fist as it remains enclosed around his cock drawing out everything he had and teasing his head to ensure that his pleasure continued to the point of discomfort.

Feeling your own peak approaching, you pull free and run your hands frantically across your pulsing cock as your release spatters across his groin. Your mewled groans match his own and your knees lock into place with the intensity rocketing through you as the waves of pleasure slowly begin to subside.

Utterly spent, you move away from his groin to press his legs together gently, the move rewarding you with a low grunt from him as you climb aboard his lap to straddle him.

Taking your lead, he pulled himself further up the bed to allow his legs to lay on the sheets like the rest of his body as you collapse yourself properly atop him; your chest pressed against his own as your shared releases smear messily between you. His breathing remained uneven for a minute before his thick arm came to rest across your back, his fingers gripping playfully at your ass as he held you in place.

“Not bad,” he huffed, pushing his hair from his eyes with his free hand before placing it behind his head, fixing you with his heated stare, “your stamina is impressive for someone without any extra juice.”

“I had good motivation.” You answer, scratching your foot along his inner ankle.

He hummed in agreement for a moment before speaking again.

“Happy anniversary, pup.” He drawled; the words unexpected but alighting a warmth in your chest as you enjoyed the momentary peace.

“Happy anniversary, my lord. My gift to you was a good hard fuck which I can tell you enjoyed.” At your filthy words, a low rumble emitted from his chest and a fresh wave of lust swept through his expression, but it soon turned thoughtful as he gave his response.

“I never got you anything.”

“I never asked for anything.”

“Tell you what,” his tone was playful as he squeezed your ass gently, “you pick out a soldat from the line and I’ll customise it for you. Something nice and personal.”

You purr with interest, recalling your last experience with a soldat.

“Not like that,” he scowled as his grip grew rougher, “but I can reprogram it as a defence tool. Hell, I’ll even let you choose the weaponry it wields.”

Hmm, it seemed he was looking for a new project to work on and in the quiet of the room you gave his offer some consideration as you relaxed against him.

Something nice and personal.

A surprisingly thoughtful gift.

Maybe he was a romantic after all.

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A bored mind makes stupid decisions and your decision to wind up the Lord of the factory as he worked on a fresh project within his main invention room most definitely fell into that category. Idle hands were most definitely the devil’s plaything and your devil of choice was pointedly ignoring you.

“Can I help with anything?” You ask, standing behind the metal chair which he preferred to work from as you whisper the question into his ear, ensuring that you are as close as possible without physically touching him. He’d been locked in this room for hours and it was about time for some distraction.

“No.”

“Would you like me to hold something for you?”

“No,” he repeats, twisting his head away from your lips as he focused on his task, “now fuck off, please.”

Unwilling to budge, you ignore his pointed tone.

“How about I make us something to eat?” You purr, moving forward so that you are kneeling to his side, keeping out of the direct path of his gaze, which was focused on the metal floating above his workbench, “A late night snack. Something,” you pause, “delicious.”

“Not right now.”

His voice was firm as his attention refused to leave the pieces of metal before his eyes as they bent into unnatural shapes at his whim. The metal looked red-hot in some areas as it was folded into various positions, slotting together before coming apart in rapid succession.

“Come on, my Lord,” the words are little more than a whine as you stand again and run a hand along the firm muscle of his thigh, “your subject requires your attention for a little while. It’s been so long since you’ve serviced her.”

As your finger moves to brush lightly against his crotch, a high-pitched squeal from the intricately woven floating cogs were the only indication that something had went wrong, even as a loud “Ah, fuck!” escaped his throat.

At his exclamation, the metal gears before him seemed to contract for a moment before exploding in place and, as you ducked away from the grating noise and bright light, a sharp pain registered against your hip as you recognised his open palm shoving at your body to remove you from the danger zone.

His impressive strength matched with his momentary panic proved too much for your body and you found yourself being thrown to the floor, your ass colliding against the hard stone making you release a loud grunt of pain as he stood up from his work seat.

Surveying the residual mess of his work, his lips pulled back to bare his teeth as he stomped his foot in open frustration. His coat flared behind him with the movement and you watch the fabric settle as his hands slam into his hips.

“A whole day of work, up in fucking smoke!”

Oops.

“All because of you and your goddamn hole!”

Ah, shit.

There was a genuine anger in his expression as he turned and approached your fallen body, the harshness of his gaze causing your heart to stutter for a moment as you froze like a rabbit caught in headlights. The smart thing would be to give him some space and scarper away but as his presence loomed over you, you knew that escaping was out of the question.

“Would it help if I said sorr-”

Your words were cut off in a sharp gasp as he moved quickly to scoop you up from the floor and hold you to his side with one arm as he moved back towards his work seat.

Dropping into his makeshift throne, he pins you to the floor between his thighs and your knees crash off the hard flooring uncomfortably as you gaze up at him. His eyes are covered by his glasses but you can sense the anger behind them and you attempt to look as apologetic as possible, hoping to avoid his wrath.

“I said I was sor-”

“No, shut the fuck up.” He cut you off once again, his hand coming to cover your mouth to prevent any further speech, “You’ve done it now, kitten. A whole day of wasted time and resources all because you wanted to play.” His tone was curt, irritation barely restrained, and it causes a fresh spark of anxiety within you, “Well, you have my attention now and I hope you’re happy with what you’ve earned.”

His fingers are warm against your mouth, and you slip your tongue out as much as possible to flick at them playfully. The damage was done but you knew how to appease him, and you shuffle your head forward and tilt your head towards his groin in a show of penance. He was not a man to deny himself a free blowjob and you were certain that would take the heat out of him for the moment.

“Nice try,” he growled, pulling at your hair to force your head back away from his crotch, “but that’s not going to work, buttercup. You have ruined my plans and no amount of head is going to get you out of this punishment.”

“Let’s see,” he hummed, one hand wrapped around your hair while the other traced soft lines across your exposed throat, “I’ve been in here since 6pm and it’s now midnight. That’s six hours. I will also need to source three new gears for this manipulation so let’s make that the multiplier.” His expression is thoughtful as he considers the math, “Brings us to eighteen so let’s round it to a solid twenty. Twenty strikes as a fair punishment”

Unable to speak, you allow your eyes to widen in recognition at his words.

“Think you can handle twenty strikes? Shall we find out?”

It has been a while since he’d reddened your skin in such a way but there were alternative punishments which you enjoyed much less so you nod your consent, the small movement making the burn in your scalp worse.

“Would the little slut like the switch or the palm?” He asked, releasing your mouth to allow you to answer. The switch, a thin metal bar he could fashion at a moment’s notice was much more painful than his hand and the fact that he was even giving you the option was a good sign, “Or should I choose for her?” He continued.

“The palm, my Lord.” You answer, eyes downcast in a show of penance as you throw in his title to sweeten the deal and play your role, “Your hand should be my punishment.”

“Good choice.” He grunted and you inhale in surprise as his hands grip your upper arms in a tight grasp so that he can lift you from your knees and place you over his knees.

Your stomach lay against his firm thighs as your feet plant themselves on the ground, giving yourself some purchase as he runs his hands up your bare legs. A shudder trails down your spine at the softness of his touch, knowing what it was a prelude to, and you press your thighs together as his commanding voice booms out from above you.

“Place your hands on the legs of the chair and if you let go I’ll double your punishment.”

You follow his command, wrapping your palms around the thick metal of the chair legs and you can feel the blood rushing to your ears as your head remains upside down. Your breasts hung free just past the edge of his thighs but they remain covered by the shirt which still clung to your upper half as you settled yourself as comfortably as you could against him.

The warm air of the room hit your exposed lower half as your skirt was pulled up over your ass. His hand felt huge against your skin as he immediately palmed your ass roughly through your panties, calloused fingers running along the globe of your ass to admire it before the real fun began. A soft whoosh of movement caught your attention and you tilt you head in time to see his hand grasp around the hilt of his knife and a thrill of nervous anticipation rockets through you.

Before you can question its use, you feel the dull edge of the blade against your hip as the sharp edge sliced through the thin fabric of your panties before moving to the other side to repeat the process. With a flourish, he drops the knife to the floor and rips your underwear from you, the aggressive pull leaving a warmth in its wake as it dragged across your trapped skin.

Now fully exposed, you can do little but keep your hands clasped around the legs of his metal throne as you await his next move.

“Count for me.” He demands, his voice rough with undeniable lust as he adjusts his knees to bear your weight comfortably, “And if you fuck up the count then I start over. Understand?”

“Yes, my lord.”

The slight whoosh of air as his hand draws through the air is the only indication you have that he’s started as he targets the exposed curve of your ass.

SMACK.

A grunt escapes you at the impact; it was painful but not unbearable as he was obviously trying to gauge holding back his impressive strength since a full-power hit would probably do some irreparable damage. Regardless, you hold your position steadily as your fingers remain clasped around the metal chair.

“One.”

SMACK.

Stronger than the first, the blow takes the breath from you as you jerk in place. Positioned in the same spot as the first, you can already feel the growing heat from your ass as the second smack only adds a fresh sting to the underlying discomfort.

“Two.”

“Good girl.” He grunts, pausing in his blows to run the tips of his fingers along your slit and you’re ashamed at the slickness there after only two smacks but your soft sigh turns into a quick inhalation as he swats at your cunt roughly, encouraging you to spread your thighs, “Are you ready to scream for me, sweetheart?”

He doesn’t give you time to respond before his hand once again connects harshly with your ass, the heat there barely dulling before it was inflamed again and, even as the blow pulls a pained gasp from your lips, you push your ass out to meet him, encouraging him.

“Three.”

Building into a steady rhythm, he continues to decorate your ass with patches of red as his hand abuses the flesh there. Groans and sharp squeals are all you can manage between counted numbers as the pain grew more apparent with every hit; the flesh growing more irritated as it continued to be assaulted without pause.

Continuing your count as each new smack sent fresh waves of heat across your ass, you let out a high squeal of surprise as he angles his hand downwards for one hit, the tips of his fingers catching the edge of your cunt as you stiffen in place.

“Thirteen!”

The pain in your flesh, the sting and heat which only grew with every hit, was intense but with it came an undeniable pleasure which coated your thighs with your own juices and made your core ache for stimulation. Every harsh-sounding slap was intercut with your own sharp yelps and needy whines as he alternated random strikes by pausing to grope roughly at your stinging flesh, kneading it between savage fingers to test the sensitivity.

You can feel his hardness pressing against your side as you remain in your prone position. Soft grunts escaped his own throat with every blow and were occasionally punctuated by soft mutterings which were too low to be picked up.

One particularly harsh blow catches you across the globes of your ass and fresh tears spring into your eyes as you give a pained yelp. The pain overshadowed the pleasure as the unyielding sting of your flesh and infernal heat seemed to spread across your body, making your limbs tight and your fingers claw against the metal of the chair leg.

“Nineteen.”

“One more, kitten.” He informed you, his hand coming to rest atop the back of your head as he pulled your head back, surveying the pained look in your expression.

SMACK.

Squeezing your eyes closed as his hand once again struck the searing skin of your ass, which you could guess was a stunning shade of red given the heat you could feel, you cry out the final number.

“Twenty!”

Having served your punishment, his hands are quick to wrap around your waist and pluck you from his lap as he deposited you in your earlier position between his thighs. Your heels dug in painfully to the heated flesh of your ass and you whine at the rough contact as he takes your face within his hands; the heat from his left hand, the hand used to punish you, clear against your cheek.

“Well done,” he drawled, and you can see that most of his anger has dissipated, replaced with a strange mixture of pride and obvious lust, “but we’re not over just yet.”

His hands are quick to unzip his fly as he pulls free his cock, the length looking painfully hard as it juts free of his opened slacks, and he pauses to give it a leisurely stroke.

Releasing himself, he secures his hands around your upper arms and pulls you up into his lap so that the length of his cock is resting against the cleft of your core as he wraps an arm around your waist. The pressure of his groin against your abused ass is uncomfortable but bearable as you lean forward slightly to take the pressure off.

“I’m going to fuck you, kitten,” his voice is rough and low, “and I’m going to do it right here in my work chair. This is the second part of your punishment.”

Not quite seeing the negative here, you nod demurely just to play into his game.

“Of course, my Lord.”

His hand slips into the space between you as he cups your mound.

“Tell me what hole you want me to use,” he growls in your ear as two of his fingers glide across your slit before sinking knuckle-deep within you, “and I’m not going easy so make sure you choose wisely and tell me why. You need to earn your forgiveness and I want to make sure you feel it.”

“My cunt,” you gasp out your choice, pressing down on his fingers as they probe you roughly, your body delighted at finally receiving some stimulation, “your thick cock forces me to stretch around it and it hurts.”

Only partially true but you know it’s what he wants to hear.

He removes his fingers and uses his hand to brush his cock against your slit, wetting his tip with your juices as he prepares to enter you and a shiver runs down your spine with anticipation.

You don’t have long to wait as he impales himself within you with an animalistic grunt; the unexpected fullness and force of his insertion as he buries himself fully drawing a low scream of pained pleasure from your lips.

Making no effort to move just yet, his free hand comes to clutch at the fabric of your shirt, tearing the buttons there with one swift movement and exposing your chest to his leering gaze as he pushes the torn fabric to the side.

Capturing your nipple between his teeth, the worries the sensitive nub there for a moment and the sensation is so intense that your fingers snake through his grey hair and pull at it almost desperately. A move which earns you a low growl as he repeats the move with your other nipple, clearing enjoying the sensation of being sheathed within you as he torments your chest.

He begins to move within you, using his strength to pull you free of him until only the tip of his cock remains inside before plunging within you once again. It’s pleasure and pain rolled into one as the stretch mixes with the wonderful sensations of his cock brushing your most sensitive spots and you whine out your anguish.

Writhing against him, the pressure of his thrusts is almost too much as it feels like he is trying to split you in half with his cock. Every nerve within you is firing off and your legs hang limply to the sides of the chair, toes curling with every powerful stroke, as you allow yourself to be used. His hands on your hips prevent you from moving too much but you push back against him as much as possible, movements frantic as the burn in your ass only adds to the growing pleasure alighting across your body.

Rough growls are the only noises coming from him and they mingle with the whines and moans which you can’t prevent from escaping your own throat. Particularly when he resumes his assault on your chest, his stubble rubbing against your breasts as he nips savagely at the sensitive flesh there with sharp teeth, his cock never slowing in its brutal pace.

Your orgasm almost catches you off-guard as one of his fingers come to rest against your clit, rubbing the bundle of nerves there with an almost cruel pressure. Combined with the delightful stretch of your core plus the torment of your chest, it was too much and your vision seemed to white out for a moment as the band of arousal snapped; your hips snapping against his groin as your fingers clawed desperately at the leather of his coat which covered his back.

“I love it when you buck against me, kitten.” He snarled against your neck as he continued to thrust within you, chasing his own pleasure with little regard for how overstimulated it left you, “So wet and warm, and so fucking tight just for me.”

A garbled sequence of agreements is all you can manage as your body spasmed against his, his cock continuing to draw out your pleasure far beyond what it had to as the waves of ecstasy seemed unending. But even through your euphoria, you can feel the tell-tale jerking of his cock as it seemed to twitch within your walls and you knew he was close.

Just at the point of no return, he pulled his cock free of your core and the sudden emptiness drew a mournful wail from your lips as he instead drew his hand across his cock frantically. It took less than a moment before his orgasm hit, his release arcing high between you as it splattered across your exposed stomach and chest; one drop catching you just above your right nipple as he released a low, guttural groan at the sight.

Your legs were still twitching from the aftershocks and the burn in your ass seemed more intense than before, obviously disturbed by your writhing against his groin, as you fought to catch your breath.

A gasp stole your breath as you felt his fingers against your core once again but before you could question him, you felt him slip within you once again, his cock still hard but having wilted slightly due to his release.

At your questioning glance, he spoke.

“You’re going to wear those trophies until I say otherwise,” he growled as he indicated the mess of his release, spattered across your chest, “and if you touch them I’ll bind your hands to this chair until I am finished.”

“Finished?” You ask, not quite understanding his intent. His cock was welcome within you and you couldn’t help but clench around it as you once again enjoyed the fullness.

“I need to work,” his grunt was low and, with a flick of his hand, a handful of scrap rose from behind his chair and moved towards his workbench, “and since you can’t be trusted to not interrupt then you can stay here. Exactly where I can see and feel you.”

Thinking of your earlier boredom, you can see the appeal in his command and you nod your consent.

“Think of it as serving your Lord by keeping his cock nice and warm while he works.”

Leaning forward, you lay your head against the wide expanse of his shoulder as you settle against his body. Your body feels wonderfully used and abused and this position allows you to take the pressure off your ass while also providing a very comfortable resting place. His cock within you doesn’t move and you don’t imagine it’ll be too long before he gives in to the temptation of another round.

“Sounds good to me.”

He chuckles at the enthusiasm and settles into his task.

His attention is focused beyond you, on the metal which he manipulates with unmatched skill, but with every slight jostle of your bodies you can feel the fullness of his cock as it remains sheathed. His punishment had been fair and you knew that the sight of your reddened flesh would inspire him to lust for days until it healed up.

He loved leaving his little marks on you, be it with his hands, teeth, or even his cum. It was a sign of ownership that you allowed; just as he allowed you to claw your ownership into his back or bite it into the flesh of his chest and thighs. It was important that you gave as good as you got as neither of you could stand weakness.

Your thoughts were broken as a soft humming emitted from his chest, some unknown tune which you couldn’t place, and you sighed against him, settling in to the rare moment of pure intimacy.

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A bored mind makes stupid decisions and your decision to wind up the Lord of the factory as he worked on a fresh project within his main invention room most definitely fell into that category. Idle hands were most definitely the devil’s plaything and your devil of choice was pointedly ignoring you.

“Can I help with anything?” You ask, standing behind the metal chair which he preferred to work from as you whisper the question into his ear, ensuring that you are as close as possible without physically touching him. He’d been locked in this room for hours and it was about time for some distraction.

“No.”

“Would you like me to hold something for you?”

“No,” he repeats, twisting his head away from your lips as he focused on his task, “now fuck off, please.”

Unwilling to budge, you ignore his pointed tone.

“How about I make us something to eat?” You purr, moving forward so that you are kneeling to his side, keeping out of the direct path of his gaze, which was focused on the metal floating above his workbench, “A late night snack. Something,” you pause, “delicious.”

“Not right now.”

His voice was firm as his attention refused to leave the pieces of metal before his eyes as they bent into unnatural shapes at his whim. The metal looked red-hot in some areas as it was folded into various positions, slotting together before coming apart in rapid succession.

“Come on, my Lord,” the words are little more than a whine as you stand again and run a hand along the firm muscle of his thigh, “your subject requires your attention for a little while. It’s been so long since you’ve serviced him.”

As your finger moves to brush lightly against his crotch, a high-pitched squeal from the intricately woven floating cogs were the only indication that something had went wrong, even as a loud “Ah, fuck!” escaped his throat.

At his exclamation, the metal gears before him seemed to contract for a moment before exploding in place and, as you ducked away from the grating noise and bright light, a sharp pain registered against your hip as you recognised his open palm shoving at your body to remove you from the danger zone.

His impressive strength matched with his momentary panic proved too much for your body and you found yourself being thrown to the floor, your ass colliding against the hard stone making you release a loud grunt of pain as he stood up from his work seat.

Surveying the residual mess of his work, his lips pulled back to bare his teeth as he stomped his foot in open frustration. His coat flared behind him with the movement and you watch the fabric settle as his hands slam into his hips.

“A whole day of work, up in fucking smoke!”

Oops.

“All because of you and your goddamn hole!”

Ah, shit.

There was a genuine anger in his expression as he turned and approached your fallen body, the harshness of his gaze causing your heart to stutter for a moment as you froze like a rabbit caught in headlights. The smart thing would be to give him some space and scarper away but as his presence loomed over you, you knew that escaping was out of the question.

“Would it help if I said sorr-”

Your words were cut off in a sharp gasp as he moved quickly to scoop you up from the floor and hold you to his side with one arm as he moved back towards his work seat.

Dropping into his makeshift throne, he pins you to the floor between his thighs and your knees crash off the hard flooring uncomfortably as you gaze up at him. His eyes are covered by his glasses but you can sense the anger behind them and you attempt to look as apologetic as possible, hoping to avoid his wrath.

“I said I was sor-”

“No, shut the fuck up.” He cut you off once again, his hand coming to cover your mouth to prevent any further speech, “You’ve done it now, pup. A whole day of wasted time and resources all because you wanted to play.” His tone was curt, irritation barely restrained, and it causes a fresh spark of anxiety within you, “Well, you have my attention now and I hope you’re happy with what you’ve earned.”

His fingers are warm against your mouth, and you slip your tongue out as much as possible to flick at them playfully. The damage was done but you knew how to appease him, and you shuffle your head forward and tilt your head towards his groin in a show of penance. He was not a man to deny himself a free blowjob and you were certain that would take the heat out of him for the moment.

“Nice try,” he growled, pulling at your hair to force your head back away from his crotch, “but that’s not going to work, buttercup. You have ruined my plans and no amount of head is going to get you out of this punishment.”

“Let’s see,” he hummed, one hand wrapped around your hair while the other traced soft lines across your exposed throat, “I’ve been in here since 6pm and it’s now midnight. That’s six hours. I will also need to source three new gears for this manipulation so let’s make that the multiplier.” His expression is thoughtful as he considers the math, “Brings us to eighteen so let’s round it to a solid twenty. Twenty strikes as a fair punishment”

Unable to speak, you allow your eyes to widen in recognition at his words.

“Think you can handle twenty strikes? Shall we find out?”

It has been a while since he’d reddened your skin in such a way and there were alternative punishments which you enjoyed much less so you nod your consent, the small movement making the burn in your scalp worse.

“Would the little slut like the switch or the palm?” He asked, releasing your mouth to allow you to answer. The switch, a thin metal bar he could fashion at a moment’s notice was much more painful than his hand and the fact that he was even giving you the option was a good sign, “Or should I choose for him?” He continued.

“The palm, my Lord.” You answer, eyes downcast in a show of penance as you throw in his title to sweeten the deal and play your role, “Your hand should be my punishment.”

“Good choice.” He grunted and you inhale in surprise as his hands grip your upper arms in a tight grasp so that he can lift you from your knees, his fingers moving quickly to unzip your slacks and pull them down, before placing you over his knees.

Your stomach lay against his firm thighs as your feet plant themselves on the ground, giving yourself some purchase as he runs his hands up your freshly bare legs. A shudder trails down your spine at the softness of his touch, knowing what it was a prelude to, and the pressure of his legs against your cock is intense as his commanding voice booms out from above you.

“Place your hands on the legs of the chair and if you let go I’ll double your punishment.”

You follow his command, wrapping your palms around the thick metal of the chair legs and you can feel the blood rushing to your ears as your head remains upside down. As much as possible, you settle yourself as comfortably as you could against him.

The warm air of the room hit your exposed lower half and his hand felt huge against your skin as he immediately palmed your ass roughly through your boxers, calloused fingers running along the globe of your ass to admire it before the real fun began. A soft whoosh of movement caught your attention and you tilt you head in time to see his hand grasp around the hilt of his knife and a thrill of nervous anticipation rockets through you.

Before you can question its use, you feel the dull edge of the blade against your hip as the sharp edge sliced through the thin fabric of your boxers before moving to the other side to repeat the process. With a flourish, he drops the knife to the floor and rips the underwear from you, the aggressive pull leaving a warmth in its wake as it dragged across your trapped skin.

Now fully exposed, you can do little but keep your hands clasped around the legs of his metal throne as you await his next move.

“Count for me.” He demands, his voice rough with undeniable lust as he adjusts his knees to bear your weight comfortably, “And if you fuck up the count then I start over. Understand?”

“Yes, my lord.”

The slight whoosh of air as his hand draws through the air is the only indication you have that he’s started as he targets the exposed curve of your ass.

SMACK.

A grunt escapes you at the impact; it was painful but not unbearable as he was obviously trying to gauge holding back his impressive strength since a full-power hit would probably do some irreparable damage. Regardless, you hold your position steadily as your fingers remain clasped around the metal chair.

“One.”

SMACK.

Stronger than the first, the blow takes the breath from you as you jerk in place. Positioned in the same spot as the first, you can already feel the growing heat from your ass as the second smack only adds a fresh sting to the underlying discomfort.

“Two.”

“Good boy.” He grunts, pausing in his blows to run the tips of his fingers along the cleft of your ass and you’re ashamed at how good it feels but your soft sigh turns into a quick inhalation as he swats at your hole roughly, encouraging you to spread your thighs, “Are you ready to scream for me, sweetheart?”

He doesn’t give you time to respond before his hand once again connects harshly with your ass, the heat there barely dulling before it was inflamed again and, even as the blow pulls a pained gasp from your lips, you push your ass out to meet him, encouraging him.

“Three.”

Building into a steady rhythm, he continues to decorate your ass with patches of red as his hand abuses the flesh there. Groans and sharp squeals are all you can manage between counted numbers as the pain grew more apparent with every hit; the flesh growing more irritated as it continued to be assaulted without pause.

Continuing your count as each new smack sent fresh waves of heat across your ass, you let out a high squeal of surprise as he angles his hand downwards for one hit, the tips of his fingers catching the edge of your balls as you stiffen in place.

“Thirteen!”

The pain in your flesh, the sting and heat which only grew with every hit, was intense but with it came an undeniable pleasure which made your cock stiffen against him as you writhed in place. Every harsh-sounding slap was intercut with your own sharp yelps and needy whines as he alternated random strikes by pausing to grope roughly at your stinging flesh, kneading it between savage fingers to test the sensitivity.

You can feel his hardness pressing against your side as you remain in your prone position. Soft grunts escaped his own throat with every blow and were occasionally punctuated by soft mutterings which were too low to be picked up.

One particularly harsh blow catches you across the globes of your ass and fresh tears spring into your eyes as you give a pained yelp. The pain overshadowed the pleasure as the unyielding sting of your flesh and infernal heat seemed to spread across your body, making your limbs tight and your fingers claw against the metal of the chair leg.

“Nineteen.”

“One more, pup.” He informed you, his hand coming to rest atop the back of your head as he pulled your head back, surveying the pained look in your expression.

SMACK.

Squeezing your eyes closed as his hand once again struck the searing skin of your ass, which you could guess was a stunning shade of red given the heat you could feel, you cry out the final number.

“Twenty!”

Having served your punishment, his hands are quick to wrap around your waist and pluck you from his lap as he deposited you in your earlier position between his thighs. Your heels dug in painfully to the heated flesh of your ass and you whine at the rough contact as he takes your face within his hands; the heat from his left hand, the hand used to punish you, clear against your cheek. Your cock, hard and leaking pre-cum, bobbed in the space between you but went ignored by him.

“Well done,” he drawled, and you can see that most of his anger has dissipated, replaced with a strange mixture of pride and obvious lust, “but we’re not over just yet.”

His hands are quick to unzip his fly as he pulls free his cock, the length looking painfully hard as it juts free of his opened slacks, and he pauses to give it a leisurely stroke.

Releasing himself, he secures his hands around your upper arms and pulls you up into his lap so that the length of his cock is resting against the cleft of your ass as he wraps an arm around your waist. The pressure of his groin against your abused ass is uncomfortable but bearable as you lean forward slightly to take the pressure off.

“I’m going to fuck you, pup,” his voice is rough and low, “and I’m going to do it right here in my work chair. This is the second part of your punishment.”

Not quite seeing the negative here, you nod demurely just to play into his game.

“Of course, my Lord.”

His hand slips into the space between you as his finger run along your length.

“Tell me what hole you want me to use,” he growls in your ear as he wets two of his fingers in his mouth before sinking them knuckle-deep within your ass, “and I’m not going easy so make sure you choose wisely and tell me why. You need to earn your forgiveness and I want to make sure you feel it.”

“My ass,” you gasp out your choice, pressing down on his fingers as they probe you roughly, your body delighted at finally receiving some stimulation, “your thick cock forces me to stretch around it and it hurts.”

Only partially true but you know it’s what he wants to hear.

He removes his fingers and spits into his hand, wetting his tip with his saliva as he prepares to enter you and a shiver runs down your spine with anticipation.

You don’t have long to wait as he impales himself within you with an animalistic grunt; the unexpected fullness and force of his insertion as he buries himself fully drawing a low scream of pained pleasure from your lips.

Making no effort to move just yet, his free hand comes to clutch at the fabric of your shirt, tearing the buttons there with one swift movement and exposing your chest to his leering gaze as he pushes the torn fabric to the side.

Capturing your nipple between his teeth, the worries the sensitive nub there for a moment and the sensation is so intense that your fingers snake through his grey hair and pull at it almost desperately. A move which earns you a low growl as he repeats the move with your other nipple, clearing enjoying the sensation of being sheathed within you as he torments your chest.

He begins to move within you, using his strength to pull you free of him until only the tip of his cock remains inside before plunging within you once again. It’s pleasure and pain rolled into one as the stretch mixes with the wonderful sensations of his cock brushing your most sensitive spots and you whine out your anguish.

Writhing against him, the pressure of his thrusts is almost too much as it feels like he is trying to split you in half with his cock. Every nerve within you is firing off and your legs hang limply to the sides of the chair, toes curling with every powerful stroke, as you allow yourself to be used. His hands on your hips prevent you from moving too much but you push back against him as much as possible, movements frantic as the burn in your ass only adds to the growing pleasure alighting across your body.

Rough growls are the only noises coming from him and they mingle with the whines and moans which you can’t prevent from escaping your own throat. Particularly when he resumes his assault on your chest, his stubble rubbing against your breasts as he nips savagely at the sensitive flesh there with sharp teeth, his cock never slowing in its brutal pace.

Your orgasm almost catches you off-guard as his fingers come to rest on the head of your aching cock, rubbing the sensitive skin there with an almost cruel pressure. Combined with the delightful stretch of your core plus the torment of your chest, it was too much and your vision seemed to white out for a moment as the band of arousal snapped; your hips snapping against his groin as your fingers clawed desperately at the leather of his coat which covered his back.

His hand guided your cock, forcing your release away from his clothing to your own uncovered chest and you feel the warm droplets as they spatter across your stomach; your body continuing to rut in position.

“I love it when you buck against me, pup.” He snarled against your neck as he continued to thrust within you, chasing his own pleasure with little regard for how overstimulated it left you, “So tight and warm, and so fucking perfect just for me.”

A garbled sequence of agreements is all you can manage as your body spasmed against his, his cock continuing to draw out your pleasure far beyond what it had to as the waves of ecstasy seemed unending. But even through your euphoria, you can feel the tell-tale jerking of his cock as it seemed to twitch within your ass and you knew he was close.

Just at the point of no return, he pulled his cock free of you and the sudden emptiness drew a mournful wail from your lips as he instead drew his hand across his cock frantically. It took less than a moment before his orgasm hit, his release arcing high between you as it splattered across your exposed stomach and chest; one drop catching you just above your right nipple as he released a low, guttural groan at the sight as he covered your mess with his own.

Your legs were still twitching from the aftershocks and the burn in your ass seemed more intense than before, obviously disturbed by your writhing against his groin, as you fought to catch your breath.

A gasp stole your breath as you felt his fingers against your ass but before you could question him, you felt him slip within you once again, his cock still hard but having wilted slightly due to his release.

At your questioning glance, he spoke.

“You’re going to wear those trophies until I say otherwise,” he growled as he indicated the mess of his release, spattered across your chest, “and if you touch them I’ll bind your hands to this chair until I am finished.”

“Finished?” You ask, not quite understanding his intent. His cock was welcome within you and you couldn’t help but clench around it as you once again enjoyed the fullness.

“I need to work,” his grunt was low and, with a flick of his hand, a handful of scrap rose from behind his chair and moved towards his workbench, “and since you can’t be trusted to not interrupt then you can stay here. Exactly where I can see and feel you.”

Thinking of your earlier boredom, you can see the appeal in his command and you nod your consent.

“Think of it as serving your Lord by keeping his cock nice and warm while he works.”

Leaning forward, you lay your head against the wide expanse of his shoulder as you settle against his body. Your body feels wonderfully used and abused and this position allows you to take the pressure off you ass while also providing a very comfortable resting place. His cock within you doesn’t move and you don’t imagine it’ll be too long before he gives in to the temptation of another round.

“Sounds good to me.”

He chuckles at the enthusiasm and settles into his task.

His attention is focused beyond you, on the metal which he manipulates with unmatched skill, but with every slight jostle of your bodies you can feel the fullness of his cock as it remains sheathed within you. His punishment had been fair and you knew that the sight of your reddened flesh would inspire him to lust for days until it healed up.

He loved leaving his little marks on you, be it with his hands, teeth, or even his cum. It was a sign of ownership that you allowed; just as he allowed you to claw your ownership into his back or bite it into the flesh of his pecs and stomach. It was important that you gave as good as you got as neither of you could stand weakness.

Your thoughts were broken as a soft humming emitted from his chest, some unknown tune which you couldn’t place and you sighed against him, settling in to the rare moment of pure intimacy.

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As your frantic steps echo through the corridors of the factory, you curse internally as you are forced to recognise just how fucking big the whole building is and how unnecessarily complicated each of the different areas were laid out to be. It was a rat maze, designed to keep any wayward rats well within its walls until they could be captured by the Lord of the factory and disposed of in whatever fancy he chose.

The feel of the air was oppressive, and every breath was fire in your lungs as you flew through the winding corridors. Electricity thrummed through every vein as you plotted out your escape on the fly, not certain where he would have a soldat stationed or which areas of the factory he would choose to search first in his furious pursuit of you.

Exits were limited and the front door was completely out of the question. That is the first place he would visit to check and barricade to ensure that you could not escape. It was also the easiest exit, which meant that you would have to be creative with your knowledge of the factory layout.

Slipping into the generator room, you rolled up the sleeves of the white shirt which clung to your sweat covered skin and brushed down the front of your shorts as you take a moment to pause. It was hardly an ideal escape outfit, but it was the best you could muster under such short notice and it was certainly better than nothing.

“Enjoy the freedom while you can,” jumping in place as Heisenberg’s voice burst through the speakers which were stationed throughout the factory, your teeth worried at your lower lip subconsciously as his voice surrounded you, “because when I catch you, and we both know I will, I’ll show you what it means to try to escape me.”

“Shit.” The word is whispered but even that seems too loud and you cover your mouth with a hand out of sheer reflex.

Fresh anxiety spiked through you as the sound of heavy footfalls appeared overhead, alerting you to your pursuers whereabouts as you stilled to a halt to allow your sensitive ears to pick up where his direction was headed.

West.

He was headed west.

Spinning on your heel, you turn east and hurry along.

Passing a wall of soldats, your eyes flick past them as a base fear envelops you; knowing that any of these creatures could spring to life and act on the whims of their master to keep you captive or worse. Thankfully, as you pass, they remain inanimate, and you scurry on by until you reach a small duct which you know connects through to a small storage room that will give you greater access to the floor below.

“It’s been a while since I’ve had the pleasure of hunting down such a frightened little mouse,” his metallic voice rings out overhead once again, “and I think I’ll take my time with you when I catch you. Really savour the moment, kitten. It’s enough to bring a fucking tear to my eye and blood to my hard cock just thinking about it.”

Biting at your lip again as he threatened you, you crouch into the duct and begin to shuffle your way through. It is just big enough to allow you to crawl on all fours and you tuck your shirt into your shorts to prevent it from hindering you.

The space is tight around you and a stray nail catches the hem of your shorts as you continue to shuffle through the duct, forcing you to bite back a grunt of pain as the nail rips a small tear through both the fabric and your skin. Reaching down, your fingers come away wet and the coppery scent of fresh blood makes your nose twitch.

Breaking free of the duct, you find yourself in the storage room and immediately take note of the three exits which you can use if necessary. Your short sigh of relief is quickly cut off as you notice the small television monitor which sat atop the workbench next to the metal shelves and you glance about the room with frantic eyes as you seek out something to help this issue.

A spare roll of cloth proves a great assistance as you throw it over the old-fashioned television, covering the small camera which you knew Heisenberg had implanted in each device; his eyes and ears both inside and outside the factory. The thick cloth would be enough to obscure his vision and allow you to move through this room and its multiple exits freely as you evaded him.

“Do you have any idea what I’m going to do with you when I catch you, kitten?” The words are quiet, but you can detect a slight hint of frustration underlying them and, despite your fear, it makes you smirk, “The longer you evade me, the angrier I’m going to be, and that’s on you, darling.”

Your palms feel wet, and you swipe them across your shirt with trembling fingers as he continued to speak. The words were designed to rattle you and you would not give him the satisfaction, even if he couldn’t see you.

“Maybe I’ll check the basement levels,” he mused, and you can almost imagine him tapping the stubble of his chin as he spoke, “send down a troop of soldats to sweep the area and have their own fun with any little slut they find before they kill her.”

Shit.

He knew you were down here.

Snatching up a small box of metal rivets, you hurry out of the northern exit, ensuring that your footsteps are quiet against the metal gratings as you head to the walkway which overlooked the gear room. Holding the box steady in your hands, you collect your strength to throw them as far away as possible, watching as they arced through the air before colliding against one of the heavy moving arms which momentarily blocked the pathways on the lower level.

The sound of raining metal as the rivets slammed off the gear and bounced along the ground far below was almost deafening after the determined silence which had preceded it and you cringe at the harshness.

“Moving through the gear room, kitten? A brave choice,” his voice washes over you from the overhead speakers and you feel a thrill of success as you realise your distraction worked, “but not a smart choice.”

The words cause a bolt of apprehension through you which dissolves into genuine fear as you realise that voice sounds much closer than you would like, and in the style of a true rehearsed pantomime villain, the door from which you just escaped flies open as a looming mass makes your heart miss a beat.

He stands in the doorway for a moment, filling the space with his presence as he flashes his brilliant white teeth while you stand there, frozen in place.

“Looks like our little game is over. A pity, really. I was just getting into it.”

Frustration gone, his tone is now honeyed with the confidence of his victory as he stepped free of the doorway and started his move towards you.

Unwilling to give up, you break into an open sprint as you bolt towards the door at the opposite end of the walkway and push into one of the many furnace rooms.

You could feel him hurrying behind you; his long legs and certain gait allowing him to catch up with little issue as you scarpered across the room like a frightened rabbit. The heat from the furnace which decorated the far wall gave the air an uncomfortable warmth which did little to stem the frantic nature of your breath as you struggled to regulate it.

Hands flying around the handle of the nearest exit, you tug at the metal desperately but find it unwilling to budge as you feel his presence in the space behind you.

“Tick tock, tick tock, kitten.” You can hear the smile in his voice, but you can also detect a tension behind it as you turned to face him, “Your only exit is blocked, which means you’re-”

Grunting in surprise as his words were cut off by your shoulder as you pushed off the door and slammed into the side of him with enough strength to catch him off guard, you take up running again.

The other door in the room is stationed a few feet behind a metal table which acts as the only barrier between you and freedom and you dart to it, hoping that he remains distracted enough to allow you to escape.

However, your hopes are dashed as he spins in place- his coat flaring around him dangerously- and bolts after you, giving up the pretence of his slow pursuit as he has you so close at hand.

With a victorious snarl, his hand circles around your wrist and pulls you to him.

Your heart jumps in your chest as you unleash a snarl, attempting to stomp on his toes with an angry foot but getting nowhere as he simply dodges the blow.

The tattered remnants of your shorts and panties are no match against his strength as he rips them from you, the fabric easily giving way to his fingers as they move to cup your sex roughly.

Pinned against his chest by his left arm, your attempts at escape are futile as you struggle in place. Your elbow contacts his lower stomach, and a low growl emits from his throat as he tightens his hold on your upper body painfully.

“That wasn’t very nice.” He grunts, his hand coming to rest atop your clothed breast as he grips the flesh there with harsh fingers that force a squeal from your throat, “You’ll pay for that.”

Snatching his thumb in your hand, you bend it backwards with as much force as you can muster.

“Argh! You fucking bitch!”

His assaulted thumb presses hard into the open wound on your outer thigh, where the stray nail had earlier ripped a chuck from the flesh, and you gasp as fresh pain flares from the area as he digs the tip of the thumb within it.

Twisting in position so that you were pressed against his chest, your hand accidentally smacked the hat from his head as you reached up to claw at his face with your nails. It fell to the floor with a soft thump as his hand encased your wrist in an iron grip, preventing any further attack on his person.

“Feral cunt.” He hissed, eyes still hidden behind his glasses as he watched you, and you bare your teeth as you snap back at him.

“Fucking asshole.”

A grunt of pain escapes you as his teeth clash against your own and a slight metallic taste floods your mouth as you realise he has cut your lip in his ferocity. His kiss is harsh and unyielding but the taste of him is familiar as he ravages you with little care for your own comfort until he chooses to pull away so he can speak.

“You taste so sweet, buttercup, I can’t help myself.”

Gathering your strength as you hold his hidden gaze, the lust radiating from him is almost animalistic as he holds you in position, and you thrust your head forward in one solid push. Seeing stars for a moment as your head collides with his in a harsh headbutt, the force is enough to knock his glasses free and they clatter to the floor as he rears back in surprise.

“Are you fucking crazy?”

“Let. Me. Go.” Head still spinning from the blow, your body jerks as his hand once again moves between your legs, forcing its way between your thighs even as you clamp them together to keep him away.

“Stop struggling,” he hissed, incensed at the refusal of his advances, “or I’ll wrap my hand around your throat and squeeze until the light leaves your eyes.”

“Fuck you!” You bite out, feet kicking out as his shins with a desperate edge.

“No, I’m going to fuck you, kitten. Right here and now.”

Unable to stop him, you writhe in place as he pushes your body back until your bare ass hits off one of the metal workstations which are bolted into the ground. A gasp flees your throat as he spins you in place and moves to fold you into the position he wants.

Now forced over the metal table, his hand is heavy on your lower back as it pins you into place. With a flick of his free hand, two thin sheets of metal encase themselves over your shoes, spreading your legs and pinning your feet to the floor as you remain bent in position with your lower half fully exposed to his searing gaze.

A shiver of anxiety crawls down your spine as his hand comes free of your back but is quickly replaced by his knife as it cuts a solid line down the fabric to further expose your body to him. Holding still for a moment for your own safety, you allow him to run the razor-sharp blade along each arm as he continues to cut your shirt from your prone body.

With a flourish, he pulls the shirt free, and its removal causes your breasts to hang free in the space between yourself and the table. His hands are quick to discard the shirt carelessly on the floor as you attempt to stand up, unable to move away due to the metal restraints around your feet but unwilling to lay down like a dog at his command.

The spread nature of your legs makes it difficult, but you are able to prop yourself up using your hands on the edge of the table. The heat of the room envelops your body and offers a very strange sensation against the cool metal of the table which is pressing against your upper thighs.

“Giving me such easy access?” His question is punctuated by his hands settling themselves on your breasts as he presses his body against yours from behind, his lips muttering the words into your ears while his teeth teased at your neck, “It’s enough to make a man think you want this. I bet your cunt is soaked for it.”

A low moan escapes your throat as his hands knead at your breasts with an almost cruel pressure, only pausing to roll your nipples between his fingers as he pinched at the sensitive nubs. It is pain and pleasure rolled into one and you hate how easily it sends flashes of arousal through you as you fight the urge to push against his body and give in.

Hands moving away from your chest, he ghosts them across your naked frame as he gropes and manipulates your flesh in a decidedly teasing way; a predator playing with its prey before going in for the kill. The heat in the room seems to swell as arousal mixes with the furnace warmth and causes a low sheen of sweat to cover your exposed skin.

“There is no escape from me. Not in this factory.” He purrs his words into your neck, his sharp teeth and lips tracing shapes along the sensitive skin there as his hands continue to draw whimpers from your throat, “I am the Lord of this domain, and everything bends to my will. The soldats. The walls. The very floors you walk on. What makes you think you can be any different?”

Every example is punctuated by a soft bite, his attempt at breaking down your will by mixing the sensations of his soft mouth and harsh hands as both manipulate you with a tormenting dexterity.

“I belong to no one.” You hiss back, upper body arcing in place as his teeth sink into you a little more viciously at your denial.

One hand slips free of your hips and comes to rest against the flesh of your thigh, the fingers tracing the shape of the symbol of his house as it remains permanently branded into the scarred skin there.

“This begs otherwise.” He grunts, clasping his hand around the brand as he squeezes it possessively, “You walk around my factory with my house etched into your thigh. My mark, which makes you my property. The sooner you learn that, the easier this all becomes. Now, where were we?”

His hands release you just as his looming presence against your back pulls away but before you can even think, his hand reappears on your lower back and presses you down harshly. The force of it is enough to bend you over fully; your sensitive breasts now trapped against the table as the cold metal steals the breath from your throat at the unexpected sensation.

The vulnerability of the position is not lost on you as you are unable to do little but move your arms against the table as he keeps you pinned with one hand, his impressive strength not allowing any purchase or movement as your lower half remains fully exposed.

Given this, it is of little surprise to you when his fingers make themselves known against your slit, testing the wetness there for a moment before thrusting themselves within you without preamble; the suddenness of the move drawing a suffering whine from you as you were unexpectedly filled.

His fingers are rough within you, stretching you in the most deliciously painful way as he toys with you. Still unwilling to give up the fight, you gnash your teeth as you pull against your lower restraints, and you can only imagine how feral you must appear.

Despite your best efforts, you cannot seem to force your thighs together as the betray your wishes and widen slightly to give him easier access.

“So wet and warm for me,” he grunts and you can hear the smirk in his tone as your cheek presses against the table, “and so fucking tight, you know you can’t resist me for long. Your legs are shaking so bad as you swallow my fingers up, kitten.”

Your peak is approaching as his skilled digits work you in the ways which he knows drive you wild and your fingers scramble against the metal table as you bite back your whines and grunts. Just another few seconds and-

His movements stop as his fingers still within you and you can almost feel tears spring into your eyes at the loss of sensation. Wriggling in position, you keen out a low whine as he speaks.

“Beg me,” the words are harsh, a demand, “beg for it.”

“N-no. Never.” You pant out from between your teeth as you clench your jaw as tightly as possible. You would not give him the satisfaction of begging.

“Come on, give in.” Each word is delivered with a low certainty, the victorious tone of a man who knew he had already won the battle, “You’re already as wet as a common whore for it. You might as well admit you want it.”

“Fuck you, Karl.”

His fingers pull free, and you have to bite back a scream of disappointment, but your eyes squeeze shut as his warmth breath replaces the fingers as the pressure on your lower back cedes for a moment.

“You should see your cunt, it’s practically dripping for me.” A warm tongue draws a languid line along your slit before returning to your clit, flicking it playfully for a second before pulling away, “And delicious. What a waste of a good fuck it would be if I didn’t take advantage. Almost rude.” He mused to himself, watching your thighs twitch before his gaze.

Moaning at the soft mouth, you bend your knees to give him better access and receive a low chuckle.

“Well, that’s that,” he continues to chuckle, and you hear the tell-tale sound of his zipper followed by the soft thump of falling fabric, “I hope you’re ready for my cock, kitten, because it’s ready for you.”

You can feel the tip of his cock as he guides it along your slit, following the same path as his tongue had earlier, coating the tip in your juices. His hands came to rest on your hips as he lined himself up, the anticipation making your breath come in short, sharp gasps as you attempt to relax your body in preparation to take him.

His thrust is brutal as he hilts himself within you fully, the pressure forcing the front of your thighs to slam against the metal side of the table painfully as your breasts are pulled along the table slightly. A low scream tears itself from your throat and it is ecstasy and torment all rolled into one as he sets a punishing pace which quickly brings your teased body back to the point of no return.

As he grunts out obscenities which mean nothing to you, you clench around him involuntarily as your first orgasm hits and the sudden nature of it forces your fingers to scramble along the cool metal of the table while your brain short-circuits to the rush of pure pleasure.

Immune to your agonies, he continues to thrust within you, each movement sparking fresh pinpoints of pleasure as his thickness brushes those areas within your sex that drive you wild.

“So fucking tight and wet.” He growls, one hand freeing itself from your hips to smack at your ass and the slight sting of the smack draws a low whine from you as you are speared in place, unable to do much but accept the rough treatment.

“Fuck!” You grunt out, unable to form anything more cohesive than that as you feel the pressure of your pleasure building up once again at the unrelenting stimulation of your sex. The pain in your breasts as they are forced to rub against the metal of the table, the nipples feeling even more raw due to his harsh ministrations, is maddening as it his free hand as it draws its sharp nails down your ass.

“You can’t escape me!” Heisenberg snarls, his words washing over you as his cock seems determined to fuck you through the table with its ferocity, “So who do you belong to? I want you to fucking say it.”

“You,” you sob out almost pathetically as you come again, the band of pleasure within your core snapping and sending torturous sensation through you, “I belong to you.”

Your toes curl against the floor beneath their restraints as your hips use what limited space they have to snap back against him, encouraging him to bury himself with you as deeply as possible as you ride the waves of your orgasm with abandon.

“Goddamn fucking right you do.” He grunts and the final word dissolves into little more than a moan as his cock twitches dangerously within you for a moment before his release makes itself known, flooding your sex with his warmth as you spasm around him.

You are uncertain how long you remain like this, your orgasm making time seem to last an eternity, but things come to an end when a deep sigh escapes him and the sound of it is weary as he slips free of your twitching core.

His low grunt as he pulls free is met with a moan from your lips at the sudden emptiness within you. A feeling of weight as it lifts from your feet alerts you to the fact that your restraints have been removed but, before you can speak, you find your body pulled free of the table as you are once again forced against his chest; your feet unsteady under you as you wobble in position for a moment.

The arm around you is steady as he drops you both to the floor, his jacket providing cover for his back as he lay out flat on the cold stone. His slacks remain pooled around his ankles and his cock, still wet with your mixed releases, is sticky against your stomach as he carefully places you atop him, your breasts pressing against his chest as your legs cover his own.

Panting openly as your body recovers from the rough fuck, you lay against his chest for a few moments, enjoying the sound of his heartbeat through the fabric of his shirt against your cheek. Once you are ready to speak, you tap his covered chest with your fingertips to gain his attention.

“Did you check how long it took you to catch me?”

“Hmm?” Glancing down, his eyes are clouded over with his sated lust as he wordlessly asks you to repeat the question.

“How long did it take you to catch me this time?” Your fingers play loosely with the hair of his chest as you slip a hand within his shirt and hold his gaze.

“I don’t know.” His shrug forces your body to move in place, “Check the stopwatch. I’m still recovering here from the power of that snatch of yours and the fact that some crazy bitch headbutt me earlier.”

Sneaking a hand within his leather coat as you sought out the watch, you grin at his words.

“And you stuck your filthy finger in the cut on my thigh. We’re even. Well, unless I need a tetanus shot.”

“How did you get that?” His tone is curious as he lifts the lapel of his coat to give easier access, “Was my favourite plaything playing somewhere she shouldn’t have been.”

“Just a stray nail,” you explain as your movements cause a twinge of pain in your aching sex, “a typical health and safety concern in this fucking death-trap factory.”

Plucking the old stopwatch from the inner pocket of his coat as he openly laughs at the accusation, you check the time which was displayed on the face of it and a wide grin splits your lips.

“Ten minutes and eight seconds.” You hold the watch to his face so he can see the truth of your claim, “Which means I win.”

His scowl is immediate as his head taps against the floor; his grey hair fanning out around him at the move as his lips twist into displeasure.

“Fucking damn it.” He hissed, “I knew I should have cut down the east corridor to catch you at the storage room.”

“A whole eight second victory! How will my Lord cope? That’s got to sting.”

Unable to resist the tease, you tap at his cheek with your fingers before slipping your hand down past his stomach to run your fingers along his length as some of the mess there transfers to your hand.

“Like a syringe, kitten. Straight to my heart.” He grunts out, grasping your hand within his own and bringing it to his lips, tasting you both for a moment before dropping your hand on his chest.

“I win,” you repeat, “and that means I get to choose my prize.”

“I suppose it does,” he concedes before a wicked look alit in his eyes, “unless, of course, you want to try again? Best two out of three?”

“Fuck off.” You mutter fondly, not willing to be tempted into another one of his games, “I’m claiming my prize and you can’t stop me.”

“And what are you claiming as your prize?” He asked, his arm secured around you in a manner which suggested neither of you would be moving any time soon, “Because my prize was going to be anal.”

Letting loose a low laugh at the confession, you shake your head against his chest as you refute his wishes and reply.

“You should be so lucky.”

Settling into the comfortable position, you allow your mind to run riot with the various requests which you could now make of him and the comfort of having one over on him is enough to make the ache in your well-fucked body just that little bit more pleasurable.

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As your frantic steps echo through the corridors of the factory, you curse internally as you are forced to recognise just how fucking big the whole building is and how unnecessarily complicated each of the different areas were laid out to be. It was a rat maze, designed to keep any wayward rats well within its walls until they could be captured by the Lord of the factory and disposed of in whatever fancy he chose.

The feel of the air was oppressive, and every breath was fire in your lungs as you flew through the winding corridors. Electricity thrummed through every vein as you plotted out your escape on the fly, not certain where he would have a soldat stationed or which areas of the factory he would choose to search first in his furious pursuit of you.

Exits were limited and the front door was completely out of the question. That is the first place he would visit to check and barricade to ensure that you could not escape. It was also the easiest exit, which meant that you would have to be creative with your knowledge of the factory layout.

Slipping into the generator room, you roll up the sleeves of the white shirt which clung to your sweat covered skin and brush down the front of your wide shorts as you take a moment to pause. It was hardly an ideal escape outfit, but it was the best you could muster under such short notice and it was better than nothing.

“Enjoy the freedom while you can,” jumping in place as Heisenberg’s voice burst through the speakers which were stationed throughout the factory, your teeth worried at your lower lip subconsciously as his voice surrounded you, “because when I catch you, and we both know I will, I’ll show you what it means to try to escape me.”

“Shit.” The word is whispered but even that seems too loud and you cover your mouth with a hand out of sheer reflex.

Fresh anxiety spikes through you as the sound of heavy footfalls appeared overhead, alerting you to your pursuers whereabouts as you stilled to a halt to allow your sensitive ears to pick up where his direction was headed.

West.

He was headed west.

Spinning on your heel, you turn east and hurry along.

Passing a wall of soldats, your eyes flick past them as a base fear envelops you; knowing that any of these creatures could spring to life and act on the whims of their master to keep you captive or worse. Thankfully, as you pass, they remain inanimate, and you scurry on by until you reach a small duct which you know connects through to a small storage room that will give you greater access to the floor below.

“It’s been a while since I’ve had the pleasure of hunting down a frightened little mouse,” his metallic voice rings out overhead once again, “and I think I’ll take my time with you when I catch you. Really savour the moment, pup. It’s enough to bring a tear to my fucking eye and blood to my cock just thinking about it.”

Biting at your lip again as he threatened you, you crouch into the duct and begin to shuffle your way through. It is just big enough to allow you to crawl on all fours and you tuck your shirt into your shorts to prevent it from hindering you.

The space is tight around you and a stray nail catches the hem of your shorts as you continue to shuffle through the duct, forcing you to bite back a grunt of pain as the nail rips a small tear through both the fabric and your skin. Reaching down, your fingers come away wet and the coppery scent of fresh blood makes your nose twitch.

Breaking free of the duct, you find yourself in the storage room and immediately take note of the three exits which you can use if necessary. Your short sigh of relief is quickly cut off as you notice the small television monitor which sat atop the workbench next to the metal shelves and you glance about the room with frantic eyes as you seek out something to help this issue.

A spare roll of cloth proves a great assistance as you throw it over the old-fashioned television, covering the small camera which you knew Heisenberg had implanted in each device; his eyes and ears both inside and outside the factory. The thick cloth would be enough to obscure his vision and allow you to move through this room and its multiple exits freely as you evaded him.

“Do you have any idea what I’m going to do with you when I catch you, pup?” The words are quiet, but you can detect a slight hint of frustration underlying them and, despite your fear, it makes you smirk, “The longer you evade me, the angrier I will be.”

Your palms feel wet, and you swipe them across your shirt with trembling fingers as he continued to speak. The words were designed to rattle you and you would not give him the satisfaction, even if he couldn’t see you.

“Maybe I’ll check the basement levels,” he mused, and you can almost imagine him tapping the stubble of his chin as he spoke, “send down a troop of soldats to sweep the area and have their own fun with any little pet they find.”

Shit.

He knew you were down here.

Snatching up a small box of metal rivets, you hurry out of the northern exit, ensuring that your footsteps are quiet against the metal gratings as you head to the walkway which overlooked the gear room. Holding the box steady in your hands, you collect your strength to throw them as far away as possible, watching as they arced through the air before colliding against one of the heavy moving arms which momentarily blocked the pathways on the lower level.

The sound of raining metal as the rivets slammed off the gear and bounced along the ground far below was almost deafening after the determined silence which had preceded it and you cringe at the harshness.

“Moving through the gear room, pup? Brave choice.” His voice washes over you from the overhead speakers and you feel a thrill of success as you realise your distraction worked, “But not a smart choice.”

The words cause a bolt of apprehension through you which dissolves into genuine fear as you realise that voice sounds much closer than you would like, and in the style of a true rehearsed pantomime villain, the door from which you just escaped flies open as a looming mass makes your heart miss a beat.

He stands in the doorway for a moment, filling the space with his presence as he flashes his brilliant white teeth while you stand there, frozen in place.

“Looks like our little game is over.”

Frustration gone, his tone is now honeyed with the confidence of his victory as he stepped free of the doorway and started his move towards you.

Unwilling to give up, you break into an open sprint as you bolt towards the door at the opposite end of the walkway and push into one of the many furnace rooms.

You could feel him hurrying behind you; his long legs and certain gait allowing him to catch up with little issue as you scarpered across the room like a frightened rabbit. The heat from the furnace which decorated the far wall gave the air an uncomfortable warmth which did little to stem the frantic nature of your breath as you struggled to regulate it.

Hands flying around the handle of the nearest exit, you tug at the metal desperately but find it unwilling to budge as you feel his presence in the space behind you.

“Tick tock, tick tock, kitten.” You can hear the smile in his voice, but you can also detect a tension behind it as you turned to face him, “Your only exit is blocked, which means you’re-”

Grunting in surprise as his words were cut off by your shoulder as you pushed off the door and slammed into the side of him with enough strength to catch him off guard, you take up running again.

The other door in the room is stationed a few feet behind a metal table which acts as the only barrier between you and freedom and you dart to it, hoping that he remains distracted enough to allow you to escape.

However, your hopes are dashed as he spins in place- his coat flaring around him dangerously- and bolts after you, giving up the pretence of his slow pursuit as he has you so close at hand.

With a victorious snarl, his hand circles around your wrist and pulls you to him.

Your heart jumps in your chest as you unleash a snarl, attempting to stomp on his toes with an angry foot but getting nowhere as he simply dodges the blow.

The tattered remnants of your shorts and boxers are no match against his strength as he rips them from you, the fabric easily giving way to his fingers as they run along your length roughly. To your shame, you are already half-hard.

Pinned against his chest by his left arm, your attempts at escape are futile as you struggle in place. Your elbow contacts his lower stomach, and a low growl emits from his throat as he tightens his hold on your upper body painfully.

“That wasn’t very nice.” He grunts, his hand coming to rest atop your clothed nipple as he grips the nub there with harsh fingers that force a squeal from your throat.

Snatching his thumb in your hand, you bend it back with as much force as you can muster.

“Argh! You fucking bastard!”

His assaulted thumb presses hard into the open wound on your outer thigh, where the stray nail had earlier ripped a chuck from the flesh, and you gasp as fresh pain flares from the area as he digs the tip of the thumb within it.

Twisting in position so that you were pressed against his chest, your hand accidentally smacked the hat from his head as you reached up to claw at his face with your nails. It fell to the floor with a soft thump as his hand encased your wrist in an iron grip, preventing any further attack on his person.

“Feral cunt.” He hissed, eyes still hidden behind his glasses as he watched you, and you bare your teeth as you snap back at him.

“Fucking asshole.”

A grunt of pain escapes you as his teeth clash against your own and a slight metallic taste floods your mouth as you realise he has cut your lip in his ferocity. His kiss is harsh and unyielding but the taste of him is familiar as he ravages you with little care for your own comfort until he chooses to pull away so he can speak.

“You taste so sweet, buttercup, I can’t help myself.”

Gathering your strength as you hold his hidden gaze, the lust radiating from him is almost animalistic as he holds you in position, and you thrust your head forward in one solid push. Seeing stars for a moment as your head collides with his in a harsh headbutt, the force is enough to knock his glasses free and they clatter to the floor as he rears back in surprise.

“Are you fucking crazy?”

“Let. Me. Go.” Head still spinning from the blow, your body jerks as his hand once again moves between your legs, forcing its way between your thighs even as you clamp them together to keep him away.

“Stop struggling,” he hissed, “or I’ll wrap my hand around your throat and squeeze until the light leaves your eyes.”

“Fuck you!” You bite out, feet kicking out as his shins.

“No, I’m going to fuck you, pup. Right here and now.”

Unable to stop him, you writhe in place as he pushes your bodies back until your bare ass hits off one of the metal workstations which are bolted into the ground and your cock brushes against his thighs. A gasp flees your throat as he spins you in place and moves to push you into the position he wants.

Now forced over the metal table, his hand is heavy on your lower back as it pins you into place. With a flick of his free hand, two thin sheets of metal encase themselves over your shoes, spreading your legs and pinning your feet to the floor as you remain bent in position with your ass fully exposed to his searing gaze.

A shiver of anxiety crawls down your spine as his hand comes free of your back but is quickly replaced by his knife as it cuts a solid line down the fabric to further expose your body to him. Holding still for a moment for your own safety, you allow him to run the razor-sharp blade along each arm as he continues to cut your shirt from your prone body.

With a flourish, he pulls the shirt free, and his hands are quick to discard the shirt carelessly on the floor as you attempt to stand up, unable to move away due to the metal restraints around your feet but unwilling to lay down like a dog at his command.

The spread nature of your legs makes it difficult, but you are able to prop yourself up using your hands on the edge of the table. The heat of the room envelops your body and offers a very strange sensation against the cool metal of the table which is pressing against your upper thighs, your cock brushing against your stomach as it remains half-hard.

“Giving me such easy access?” His question is punctuated by his hands settling themselves on your pecs as he presses his body against yours from behind, his lips muttering the words into your ears while his teeth teased at your neck, “It’s enough to make a man think you want this. I bet your cock is aching.”

A low moan escapes your throat as his hands knead at your flesh with an almost cruel pressure, only pausing to roll your nipples between his fingers as he pinched at the sensitive nubs. It is pain and pleasure rolled into one and you hate how easily it sends flashes of arousal through you and makes your cock twitch as you fight the urge to push against his body and give in.

Hands moving away from your chest, he ghosts them across your naked frame as he gropes and manipulates your flesh in a decidedly teasing way; a predator playing with its prey before going in for the kill. The heat in the room seems to swell as arousal mixes with the furnace warmth and causes a low sheen of sweat to cover your exposed skin.

“There is no escape from me. Not in this factory.” He purrs his words into your neck, his sharp teeth and lips tracing shapes along the sensitive skin there as his hands continue to draw whimpers from your throat, “I am the Lord of this domain, and everything bends to my will. The soldats. The walls. The very floors you walk on. What makes you think you can be any different?”

Every example is punctuated by a soft bite, his attempt at breaking down your will by mixing the sensations of his soft mouth and harsh hands as both manipulate you with a tormenting dexterity.

“I belong to no one.” You hiss back, upper body arcing in place as his teeth sink into you a little more viciously at your denial.

One hand slips free of your hips and comes to rest against the flesh of your thigh, the fingers tracing the shape of the symbol of his house as it remains permanently branded into the scarred skin there.

“This begs otherwise.” He grunts, clasping his hand around the brand as he squeezes it possessively, “You walk around my factory with my house etched into your thigh. My mark. My property. The sooner you learn that, the easier this all becomes.”

His hands release you just as his looming presence against your back pulls away but before you can even think, his hand reappears on your lower back and presses you down harshly. The force of it is enough to bend you over fully; your sensitive nipples and cock now trapped against the table as the cold metal steals the breath from your throat at the unexpected sensation.

The vulnerability of the position is not lost on you as you are unable to do little but move your arms against the table as he keeps you pinned with one hand, his impressive strength not allowing any purchase or movement as your lower half remains fully exposed.

Given this, it is of little surprise to you when his fingers make themselves known against your hole, the slight wetness of his saliva there for a moment before thrusting themselves within you without preamble; the suddenness of the move drawing a suffering whine from you as you were unexpectedly filled.

His fingers are rough within you, stretching you in the most deliciously painful way as he toys with you. Still unwilling to give up the fight, you gnash your teeth as you pull against your lower restraints, and you can only imagine how feral you must appear.

Despite your best efforts, you cannot seem to force your thighs together as the betray your wishes and widen slightly to give him easier access.

“So tight and warm for me,” he grunts and you can hear the smirk in his tone as your cheek presses against the table, “you know you can’t resist me for long. Your legs are shaking so bad as you swallow my fingers up, pup.”

Your peak is approaching as his skilled digits work you in the ways which he knows drive you wild and your cock jerks against the metal table as you bite back your whines and grunts. Just another few seconds and-

His movements stop as his fingers still within you and you can almost feel tears spring into your eyes at the loss of sensation. Wriggling in position, you keen out a low whine as he speaks.

“Beg. Beg for it.”

“N-no. Never.” You pant out from between your teeth as you clench your jaw as tightly as possible. You would not give him the satisfaction of begging.

“Come on, give in.” Each word is delivered with a low certainty, the victorious tone of a man who knew he had already won the battle, “You’re already sobbing like a whore for it. You might as well admit you want it.”

“Fuck you, Karl.”

His fingers pull free, and you have to bite back a scream of disappointment but your eyes squeeze shut as his warmth breath replaces the fingers as the pressure on your lower back cedes for a moment.

“You should see your ass, it’s practically begging for me.” A warm tongue draws a languid line along the cleft of your ass before returning to your hole, flicking it playfully for a second before pulling away, “And delicious. What a waste of a good fuck it would be if I didn’t take advantage. Almost rude.”

Moaning at the soft mouth, you bend your knees to give him better access and receive a low chuckle.

“Well, that’s that,” he continues to chuckle, and you hear the tell-tale sound of his zipper followed by the soft thump of falling fabric, “I hope you’re ready for my cock, pup, because it’s ready for you.”

You can feel the tip of his cock as he guides it along your ass, following the same path as his tongue had earlier, the tip coated in his saliva and little else. His hands came to rest on your hips as he lined himself up, the anticipation making your breath come in short, sharp gasps as you attempt to relax your body in preparation to take him.

His thrust is brutal as he hilts himself within you fully, the pressure forcing the front of your thighs to slam against the metal side of the table painfully as your nipple and cock are pulled along the table slightly. A low scream tears itself from your throat and it is ecstasy and torment all rolled into one as he sets a punishing pace which quickly brings your teased body back to the point of no return.

As he grunts out obscenities which mean nothing to you, you clench around him involuntarily as your first orgasm hits and the sudden nature of it forces your fingers to scramble along the cool metal of the table while your brain short-circuits to the rush of pure pleasure. Your release is wet against the table and quickly spreads across your lower stomach as you move in rhythm with his thrusts, the sensation of the table rubbing against you cock making you whine with every jerk.

Immune to your agonies, he continues to thrust within you, each movement sparking fresh pinpoints of pleasure as his thickness brushes those areas within your walls that drive you wild.

“So fucking tight and warm.” He growls, one hand freeing itself from your hips to smack at your ass and the slight sting of the smack draws a low whine from you as you are speared in place, unable to do much but accept the rough treatment.

“Fuck!” You grunt out, unable to form anything more cohesive than that as you feel the pressure of your pleasure building up once again at the unrelenting stimulation of your sex. The pain in your nipples as they are forced to rub against the metal of the table, feeling even more raw than they should due to his harsh ministrations, is maddening as it his free hand as it draws its sharp nails down your ass.

“You can’t escape me!” Heisenberg snarls, his words washing over you as his cock seems determined to fuck you through the table with its ferocity, “Who do you belong to? I want you to fucking say it.”

“You,” you sob out almost pathetically as you come again, the band of pleasure within your core snapping and sending torturous sensation through you as you have nothing else to release, “I belong to you.”

Your toes curl against the floor beneath their restraints as your hips use what limited space they have to snap back against him, encouraging him to bury himself with you as deeply as possible as you ride the waves of your orgasm with abandon.

“Goddamn fucking right you do.” He grunts and the final word dissolves into little more than a moan as his cock twitches dangerously within you for a moment before his release makes itself known, flooding your ass with his warmth as you spasm around him.

You are uncertain how long you remain like this, your orgasm making time seem to last an eternity, but things come to an end when a deep sigh escapes him and the sound of it is weary as he slips free of you.

His low grunt as he pulls free is met with a moan from your lips at the sudden emptiness within you. A feeling of weight as it lifts from your feet alerts you to the fact that your restraints have been removed but, before you can speak, you find your body pulled free of the table as you are once again forced against his chest; your feet unsteady under you as you wobble in position for a moment.

The arm around you is steady as he drops you both to the floor, his jacket providing cover for his back as he lay out flat on the cold stone. His slacks remain pooled around his ankles and his cock, still coated with his own release, is sticky against your stomach as he carefully places you atop him, your chest pressing against him as your legs cover his own.

Panting openly as your body recovers from the rough fuck, you lay against his chest for a few moments, enjoying the sound of his heartbeat through the fabric of his shirt against your cheek. Once you are ready to speak, you tap his covered chest with your fingertips to gain his attention.

“Did you check how long it took you to catch me?”

“Hmm?” Glancing down, his eyes are clouded over with his sated lust as he wordlessly asks you to repeat the question.

“How long did it take you to catch me this time?” Your fingers play loosely with the hair of his chest as you slip a hand within his shirt and hold his gaze.

“I don’t know.” His shrug forces your body to move in place, “Check the stopwatch. I’m still recovering here from the power of that snatch of yours and the fact that some crazy bastard headbutt me earlier.”

Sneaking a hand within his leather coat as you sought out the watch, you grin at his words.

“And you stuck your filthy finger in the cut on my thigh. We’re even. Well, unless I need a tetanus shot.”

“How did you get that?” His tone is curious as he lifts the lapel of his coat to give easier access, “Was my favourite plaything playing somewhere he shouldn’t have been.”

“Just a stray nail,” you explain as your movements cause a twinge of pain in your aching ass, “a typical health and safety concern in this fucking death-trap factory.”

Plucking the old stopwatch from the inner pocket of his coat as he openly laughs at the accusation, you check the time which was displayed on the face of it and a wide grin splits your lips.

“Ten minutes and eight seconds.” You hold the watch to his face so he can see the truth of your claim, “Which means I win.”

His scowl is immediate as his head taps against the floor; his grey hair fanning out around him at the move as his lips twist into displeasure.

“Fucking damn it.” He hissed, “I knew I should have cut down the east corridor to catch you at the storage room.”

“A whole eight second victory! How will my Lord cope? That’s got to sting.”

Unable to resist the tease, you tap at his cheek with your fingers before slipping your hand down past his stomach to run your fingers along his length as some of the mess there transfers to your hand.

“Like a syringe, pup. Straight to my heart.” He grunts out, grasping your hand within his own and bringing it to his lips, tasting himself for a moment before dropping your hand on his chest.

“I win,” you repeat, “and that means I get to choose my prize.”

“I suppose it does,” he concedes before a wicked look alit in his eyes, “unless, of course, you want to try again? Best two out of three?”

“Fuck off.” You mutter fondly, not willing to be tempted into another one of his games, “I’m claiming my prize and you can’t stop me.”

“And what are you claiming as your prize?” He asked, his arm secured around you in a manner which suggested neither of you would be moving any time soon, “Because my prize was going to be some deepthroating.”

Letting loose a low laugh at the confession, you shake your head against his chest as you refute his wishes and reply.

“You should be so lucky.”

Settling into the comfortable position, you allow your mind to run riot with the various requests which you could now make of him and the comfort of having one over on him is enough to make the ache in your well-fucked body just that little bit more pleasurable.

Chapter Text

“Mother Miranda has dictated that all profits from the latest shipment of Dimitrescu wine shall be funnelled into village defences. There has been a rise in outsiders breaching our lands and she is unimpressed.”

Drumming her fingers on the wood of the large dinner table, Dimitrescu focused her attention on the figure seated across from her as she relayed the instructions to the other lords in her haughty tones.

“The only weak area of our perimeter is to the west of the reservoir,” Heisenberg pointed out, his eyes flicking to Moreau as the curved figure hung his head in shame for a moment before settling on Dimitrescu once again, “so that sounds like a problem for you and the hunchback.”

Pressing your teeth together to prevent a smile at the insult as you turned to face the serving bench to your side, you made yourself busy reorganising the bottles which had been left out in preparation for the meeting.

It was rare for a full meeting of all four lords to take place within the factory, but Miranda had ordered the event and her word, as always, remained law. The dinner table, as fully laid out as it could be, was not as grand as the one found within Lady Dimitrescu or Lady Beneviento’s homes, but it was a damn sight better than the mess of Lord Moreau’s abode and you had taken some pride in it as you set it up.

Your task for the evening was simple, keep on hand to ensure that the drinks were served and try to keep your own personal lord from inciting too much violence against his siblings.

Easy enough and a necessary task since Heisenberg refused to allow servants within the factory as he could not facilitate any trust in their loyalties. Serving wine was not difficult and you enjoyed the opportunity to listen in to the lords as they spoke, squirreling information away to be considered and discussed at a later date.

“My wine glass is empty,” Dimitrescu sneered, refusing to acknowledge Heisenberg’s obvious accusations, “is your servant incapable of her role?”

Bristling in position as your back remained to the table, you quickly snatch up the ornate bottle of wine which Dimitrescu had brought for her own enjoyment and turned to face her.

“I don’t have any need of servants,” Heisenberg cut in, his voice dangerously casual as he watched you move towards the table, “and she is here because she chooses to assist me. Unlike yourself, I don’t need a cowed selection of pathetic villagers to wipe my ass for me.”

Hiding a scowl as her eyes met your own, you smile politely instead at the pointed defence and move to refill her glass with the bottle of wine as smug satisfaction raced through you.

Having completed the task, you leave the bottle in an empty space on the table and nod politely to Moreau who continued to watch the whole exchange with his watery gaze. Beneviento was as silent as ever as Angie remains in her lap, her blonde hair being stroked softly as she awaited an opportunity to speak, the odd giggle being her only contribution thus far.

Moving to stand by Heisenberg as he remained seated, a sharp gasp catches itself in your throat as his unseen hand ghosts across the thin fabric of your skirt until his fingers locate the hard base of the plug which was tucked away within your ass. Having found it, he pressed against it firmly as a sharp spike of arousal flooded you.

Fighting back a low grunt, you recall your earlier conversations.

x-x-x-x-x

The warmth of the water within the bath is only slightly hotter than the body which is attached to your back as you playfully flick at the few remaining bubbles, listening to him speak as his chest rumbles against your spine.

“I want them out my factory as quickly as possible,” he grumbles, his fingers tapping against your exposed stomach, “and you know how I feel about visitors. I’d rather be fucked by a soldat.”

Twisting in position so that your breasts were pressed against his chest, you move to straddle him, feeling his half-hard cock as it brushed against your lower stomach.

“So would I.” You purr, eyes lidding at the reference to your one-time plaything, “Can I do that rather than act as your servant for the night?”

“I wouldn’t expect any less from my favourite toy, but I am beginning to regret letting you play with that fucking thing.”

Laughing easily at the fondness which coloured the harsh-sounding words, you switch back to the conversation at hand.

“Can’t you just change the meet location to the church?”

“No. Miranda’s instructions specifically state that it has to be here.” Drawing out the final syllable of Miranda’s name with contempt, his tone is irritated but his hands come to rest casually on your chest as he allows himself to be distracted by your naked form.

“And you want me to serve them drinks?” His fingers brush your nipples almost lazily and your breath hitches at the soft touch.

“I want you to be an extra pair of eyes within the room. I don’t trust a single one of those bastards to keep their holes to themselves while within my factory.” His voice dissolves into a chuckle as you tweak his nipple, matching his movements against your own body.

Silence falls in the bathroom for a short while as you both enjoy simply relaxing into the others touch. His hand falls below the water and you clench around his fingers as they tease against you for a moment before slipping back to brush against your asshole. Anticipation pierces you as you think of the night ahead and the plans which had been discussed and you release a low moan as his finger breaches the tight ring of muscle, sinking within you with ease due to the water.

“I’m going to spit in their drinks.” You joke, the words losing their power as a groan escapes you mid-sentence.

Tightening your grip of his arm as your free hand comes to tease its palm along his shaft, you are impressed by how quickly he hardens up fully under your touch. His finger continues to press within your ass and is quickly joined by another, a move which draws a wince of discomfort from you which turns to a sigh as his thumb creeps up to press gently against your clit.

Locking your hand around his cock, you stroke him firmly and are rewarded with a rough growl as his fingers begin to piston within you and his thumb rubs soft circles around your most sensitive bud. Your thighs grip onto his as your press against his hand, using your pleasure to guide your hand as you tease the head of his cock, knowing the little tricks that drive him wild.

The build-up of arousal within your gut is intoxicating and, as your orgasm quickly approaches, you speed up your manipulations of his cock, determined to see him finish first as his length twitches beneath your fingers. His release is quick, the mess caught by his chest as he grunts through the pleasure and pulls his hands free of your body, allowing you to finish pleasuring him as his thighs tighten below your ass.

Whining at the loss of contact as your approaching orgasm ebbs into maddening pleasure, your pleading gaze meets his and you can see the cruel amusement there as he denies you your release.

“You’ll get yours later.” His hand grips your chin as he nods, “Or maybe not. We’ll see how good you are during the meeting since only good girls get to come. Are you ready to be good for me?”

Your hand slips below the water as he speaks, using his distracted speech to flick your fingers across your own clit, chasing some last moment pleasures as he sets down his rules. However, his grip is like iron around your wrists as he pulls your hand free of the water and pins it against his chest.

“Do that again, kitten, and I will bend you over this tub and fuck your ass here and now without mercy. All your preparation be damned.” His fingers once again moved to press against your ass and he inserted two without preamble as you jerked in place, “We both know I’ll take what I want and leave you a sobbing mess.”

Not doubting the sincerity of his threat, you nod your head demurely as you accept your role and play into his game.

“Now, speaking of prep work, are you ready for the first part of your outfit for this evening?”

A thrill of suspense curls your spine as you nod with some enthusiasm, the edge of your lips catching between your teeth as you take in his look of excitement.

Stepping free of the large bath as he followed suit, you bend slightly over the edge of the tub as you watch his hand flick out to side; his powers quickly summoning the toy which would be keeping you on edge all night as the anal plug sails into his grasp without protest.

His fingers had done their job at opening you up a little and he paused to swipe the plug along your slit, using your juices to make the insertion easier as he lifted it back to your ass and pressed it in slowly. It was much bigger than his fingers and your grit your teeth against the painful stretch as it fills you, the cool metal providing an interesting sensation despite the discomfort.

“I’m looking forward to fucking that ass,” his lips against your ear send a shiver of pure arousal through you as you glance at the clothing you had laid out for yourself, “and if you make it through the meeting without giving in, I’ll even make it worth your while.”

“Through the meeting?” Confused by his words, you tilt your head to meet his gaze.

“Oh, you’ll see, kitten.” His grin is almost feral, “Do you really think I’ll be able to sit there and think about you wearing that plug to prepare for my cock without consequence? No, you’ll have to pay for being such a distraction and fucking tease.”

“How will I pay, my Lord? I don’t have any money to my name.” A grunt escapes you as his hand swats playfully at the base of the plug, sending vibrations rocketing through you.

“Keep up that sarcasm, doll,” he growled with clear amusement, “and I won’t even make it through dinner. I’ll have you on the table- other lords be damned- and I’ll fuck you raw and let them watch.”

“Promises, promises.” You sigh, pushing your ass against his groin and smirking at the low amused grunt you are rewarded with.

x-x-x-x-x

The wetness between your thighs is evident as you remain stood in place by his side, his fingers still pressed against the plug as he once again addressed the assembled lords with a lazy tone which belied his excited touch.

“Moreau,” his attention switched to the hunched figure, “what can you do to improve the perimeter of your territory?”

“If mother gives me more lycans, I can-” His speech as distorted and difficult to comprehend as ever, you quickly zone out as you focus on the pleasant fullness within your ass as Heisenberg’s hands dipped lower again to trace shapes against your exposed calves.

A low ding catches your attention, and you look down the table to see Dimitrescu tapping the edge of her glass with one of the small spoons which were laid out before her. Her expression is one of boredom but as she glances between the bottle which lay directly in front of her and yourself, you can see the viciousness lying behind her eyes as she silently commanded you.

Swallowing down your irritation, you move forward as Moreau continued to lay out his plan. Snatching up the ornate bottle once again as you tip it towards her empty glass, the feeling that Dimitrescu was deliberately sinking her drinks just to hold some power over you knocked at your suspicions.

Without warning, the metal plug within your ass jerked dangerously, the wider rim of the base pressing against your hole for just a moment before sinking home again, and you jerked in position; the movement causing the bottle of wine to slip from your grasp for just a moment as its viscous contents spilled from the neck and splashed over the tablecloth and Dimitrescu’s lap.

Rearing back as the deep red colouring of the wine stained her favourite dress, a howl of rage escaped Dimitrescu’s throat as she stood to her full, gargantuan height.

“You absolute fool!” She snarled, her teeth on full show as her face twisted with rage, “I will teach you a lesson you won’t soon forget.”

Genuine fear clutched at your heart as her fingers expanded into razor-sharp claws and you instinctively backed away, your feet making a panicked backwards shuffle towards the one person in the room who you could count on to defend you.

“Do it! I want to see you get her!”

Angie’s animated voice cut through the chaos as your breath caught in your throat and you hoped that Heisenberg would be able to intervene before you came to any real harm.

Your hopes were well founded as a fresh howl, this time of pain, came from Dimitrescu as her body curled down towards the table. Glancing at the tabletop, a bolt of surprise made your eyebrows twitch as you take in the carving fork which was fully embedded in the back of Dimitrescu’s hand, pinning it to the table as her claws retracted.

“Join me.”

His tone bordering no argument despite the thinly veiled amusement, Heisenberg patted the seat to his immediate left and you scurried over to it as he continued to stare down Dimitrescu as she pulled the carving fork from her hand and threw it to the ground, the metal clattering as it bounced off the floor.

“Threaten her again and we will be testing the limits of those regenerative abilities of yours.” His words turned cold, his sincerity undeniable as he threatened the other lord, “You are not the only creature here who can slice a subject to ribbons, you oversized bitch.”

As you take the seat, the plug making your breath catch as it was forced within you fully, and you keep your attention focused on the table as the remaining laid-out cutlery rattled in place as a noticeable threat. Every knife and fork seemed to shake in position as the air within the room expanded and contracted at the open display of power.

Jumping from her seated position on Beneviento’s lap to stand on the table, Angie slammed her small feet against the vibrating table as her gleefully shrill voice rang out.

“FIGHT! Fight to the death! FIGHT!”

To her side, Moreau’s expression was a picture of excitement, his gaze flicking between the three other lords while his tongue hung from his mouth slightly as his laboured breathing made his body shake.

Focusing his attention on Beneviento, Heisenberg slammed his fist on the table and the metal of the table shook as he snapped.

“Shut that fucking doll up before I turn it into firewood!”

Scrambling off the table as she sought safe refuge in Beneviento’s lap, Angie was quickly silenced as she settled back into a more docile role.

Acknowledging Dimitrescu once again, Heisenberg’s tone settled into something more casual as he gestured for her to retake her seat.

“Have one of your maidens wash it if it bothers you so much. This meeting will continue as per Miranda’s instructions and then each of you will get the hell off my property.” With a voice which did not allow for any continued disruption, he once again turned to Moreau, “Now, what the fuck were you slobbering about?”

As Moreau continued to lay out his plan, you let loose a low breath that you were unaware you were holding. Now seated at the head of the table by Heisenberg, the warmth of his body as his arm pressed against yours was comforting as residual adrenaline coursed through your veins.

A warm hand makes itself known on your thigh and, as you glance to the side, you can make out the slight smirk which is pulling at the edges of his lips. Immediately, you knew he was amused by all his own troublemaking, and you press your thighs together in irritation as you captured his hand between your knees.

“You total dick.” The words are low, muttered from the corner of your mouth so that they were for his ears only, “You knew that would happen.”

A low rumble from his chest is your only answer as he confirmed your suspicions even as his hand slid further up your leg, his fingers resting comfortably against the scarred skin which formed his brand.

Breath hitching at the close proximity, you keep your hands clasped on the table as you fight the desire to reach below and pull his hand away.

“How can you possibly expect to handle extra lycans when you can barely control your own wretched body?” Dimitrescu cut in, interrupting Moreau’s speech.

“Let the freak talk,” inserting himself in the conversation, Heisenberg’s casual tone was matched by his hand creeping higher up your thigh until the pad of his finger brushed against the thin fabric of your panties, “we need to know his ideas before we can critique them.”

As his finger trailed a soft line across your covered slit, your hand snapped around a nearby glass as you brought the drink to your lips; the cool water allowing you to hide a moan as his finger disturbed the wetness there, your arousal clear as he felt it through the fabric.

Spreading your thighs slightly to allow him easier access, he immediately rewards your submission by hooking his finger past your panties and drawing his knuckle along your cunt, pausing at your clit as a soft gasp spills from your lips.

Heat flashes through your cheeks as your eyes, for whatever reason, lock with Moreau as he resumes his speech, and you give him a small nod even as embarrassment and shame join the arousal which floods your system.

Your shoulders jump in position when a new sensation makes itself known as the plug within your ass starts to vibrate, alerting you to the uncomfortable fullness in a fresh way as you shuffle your lower body against the chair, disturbing his finger as you did so.

The infernal vibrations in your ass seem to spread through your entire lower half as you focus on regulating your breathing, not wanting to give anything away to the assembled lords as they continued their business, unaware of your torments.

“My home is only accessible through the graveyard,” Beneviento’s soft voice washes over you as you grasp at the edge of the table as subtly as possible, your core aching with the sudden onslaught of pleasurable suffering, “and no one survives that.”

His finger is wicked as it presses against your clit roughly, forcing your heel to click against the chair as it jerked in position. The flares of heat within your gut are growing dangerously close to unbearable and you cannot focus on his voice as he continues to discuss his plans even as his finger continues to stimulate your most sensitive nub.

The exhibitionism of it all is intoxicating and you have no doubt that his cock is also as hard as steel as he manipulates you before his uneasy allies. Biting back mewls and whimpers, you instead press your core against his finger as you silently encourage him, recalling his early promises, but just as you reach the point of no return, his finger disappears as all the vibrations in your ass cease into nothing.

A desperate whine escapes your lips and you realise that you have caught the attention of Beneviento as her dark veil tilts slightly in your direction. Thinking quickly, even as your brain seems fuzzy with arousal and disappointment, you clasp a hand around your other wrist as you massage the skin there, feigning some unknown injury with a put-upon grimace.

Feeling the heat in your face, you lift your foot slightly and bring it down with as much effort as you can exert, and you are rewarded with a low grunt as your heel makes contact with the tips of his toes.

“The grounds surrounding my factory are impenetrable,” Heisenberg speaks, his voice carrying across the table as he makes his argument, “and no one enters or leaves without my knowledge or permission. Any failings for your own territories are on your heads, not mine. Sort your fucking messes out and then maybe Miranda will give you the gold sticker you’re all so desperate for.”

“You dare speak so impudently, you wretched little man?”

Dimitrescu could be counted on to be the only lord who would dare to defend herself against Heisenberg and as much as you did not like the woman, you could appreciate her sheer gall as you adjusted your seated position, the wetness of your groin feeling sticky and uncomfortable as you were once again denied.

“Miranda has no issue with my defence lines,” Heisenberg snapped back, “so I am in a fantastic position to tell you to get your shit together. The same goes for Donna and Moreau. You all know that she doesn’t tolerate failure.”

As he stands from his seated position, you are in a perfect place to notice the slight tent to his slacks which sends a thrill of delight through you as you are faced with physical evidence of your effect on him.

“This meeting is over.” He announced as he extended his arm, summoning his hammer into his willing grasp as he made a point of showing the finality of his words, “So, my dearest sisters and brother, please show yourselves out of my home before I throw you out on your fucking asses.”

Remaining in your seat as low grumbles of discontent escape from both Dimitrescu and Moreau at the abrupt treatment, you take another swig of water as each of the three lords pass you. The only one to acknowledge you is Angie as she trails after Beneviento and gives a childish wave which you meet with an uncertain wave of your own, your fingers wagging as a grimace pulls at your lips.

Heisenberg stands by the opened door of the factory, ensuring that each of the lords makes a direct beeline to the exit without distraction and he exchanges a look of mutual contempt with Dimitrescu as she ducks lowly to avoid catching her hat on the doorframe.

“Until next time, brother.” Is her only parting shot as she exits the factory, the metal hinges slamming the door shut behind her with a loud bang that makes you jump in place as you release a deep sigh of relief at the knowledge that the meeting was truly over.

Now able to enjoy your isolation, his body is immediately on your own as the scent of cigars and oil invades your senses and makes your head swim at the sudden proximity. The harsh stubble of his beard irritates the skin of your neck as he drops to one knee and places a sloppy kiss at the curve there, his voice hushed yet urgent as he growls into your ear.

“Fuck, buttercup. Do you know how hard it was to concentrate on those simpering freaks when all I could think about was this?”

Shuddering against his mouth, you tilted your neck to give him easier access.

“You nearly got me shivved by that big bitch,” you protested with only a little ire as his teeth teased at the skin just below your ear, “so it’s just as well you’re quicker on the draw.”

“Playing with my favourite toy while also getting to screw over that miserable cunt?” Bringing his head around to face you fully, the scarring across his nose crinkled slightly as his lips split into a wide grin, “How could I resist the temptation? I had your back.”

Still seated, his hands lock around your waist as he pulls you from your chair and deposits your ass on the edge of the table. The perched position ensures that all your weight is balanced on your ass and the pressure forces the plug to bury itself within you as deeply as possible.

Your legs spread wide as his insistent hands push your skirt up around your waist and a flash of lust crosses his expression as he detects the visible wetness through the fabric there. His fingers make quick work of your panties as he pulls them free of your ass, dragging them past your knees before dropping them on the floor.

He inhales deeply and you know he can smell your arousal as your foot comes to rest on the tent of his slacks, the tip of your shoe ghosting across his hard length as he bucks into the soft touch.

The flat of his hand presses against your cunt and you mewl in appreciation as it sends a hot flash of fresh arousal through you; your constant denial throughout the day making your core overly sensitive as it responds to his insistent fingers as they dip and swirl across your soaked entrance.

“I can’t wait any longer,” the words tearing from his throat with an almost needy edge, his free hand is quick to release his slacks and pull free his rock-hard cock as he allows his slacks to pool around his ankles, “so, are you ready to get fucked, kitten?”

“Yes,” you cry out, his eagerness making your breath come in short pants as you prepare to accept his cock, “fucking finally! This ass has been ready to receive you since our earlier bath, my lord.”

Not convinced by your own claim, you play into his game nevertheless, hoping that you can handle what was coming as he rubbed his cock along your slit.

His fingers lower themselves to secure themselves around the base of the plug as he pulls it from you slowly and you can feel the stretch of your muscle as it opens around the flared base and you grit your teeth at the discomfort. It pops free of you under his steady hands and is quickly replaced by the head of his cock, and a slight relief washes through you as you feel the slick juices which coat his length to ensure that he is not tearing into you dry.

The tip of his cock feels massive within your barely used ass and he gives you a moment to adjust to it as he slips his cock forward an inch before pulling back. Your breath feels tight in your lungs as you realise just how big he is, and a sense of unease pulls at you as you suspect you may have pulled off more than you could chew here.

His hands are tight across your waist as he sinks another two inches within you in one smooth thrust, the stretch taking your breath away as your fingernails dig into the leather of his jacket. The pain is there but with it comes an undeniable pleasure as your nerves are stimulated and a sense of wicked immorality settles in your gut as you give in to one of his many corruptions.

Moving slowly as he rocks back and forth, the ache of his cock as it stretches you open makes your teeth grit even as he grunts out his appreciation of you.

“So fucking tight, I could blow my load right now. Fucking hell.”

The praise makes you blush, and you fight to relax your body as much as possible as the pleasure slowly grows with each stroke, his cock finally hilting within you as he continued to use the wetness from your cunt to ensure an easy task. The girth of him was eye-watering and it almost feels as though he is pulling you with him as he retracts his cock slightly before pushing it in fully once again.

“I can feel how stretched you are around me, kitten, sucking me in with every stroke as I tear through you. How does it feel?”

“Feels amazing.” You answer, clenching around him and forcing a low growl from his lips at the increased pressure.

“You’re so tight that almost fucking hurts.” He grunts, one hand leaving your waist to paw at your exposed cunt as his fingers spread the wetness there, “Do you think you can come from this?”

“No.”

It is an honest answer; the pleasure from his cock inside your ass being wickedly intoxicating but nowhere near enough to get you off.

“Then convince me that I should help you out.” Pulling his hand away from your core, he snatched the dark hat from his head and dropped it to the table behind you, “Show me how much you love my cock up your ass and then maybe we’ll see about a reward.”

Raising your brow at the challenge, you wrap your legs around his waist and dig your heels into his lower back to encourage him forward. From your seated position, mobility was limited and so you pushed off the table slightly to push your ass even more firmly against him.

“You already have me pinned here, so fuck me properly and we’ll see who gives in first.” Your words are growled, an obvious challenge, and he snarls as a wicked grin makes his teeth visible.

“Music to my ears, kitten.”

The restraint he had been showing now thrown to the wind, his thrusts much more brutal as he snapped his hips against your groin, his cock moving within your ass at a rapid pace which made your legs tremble at the sudden onslaught of pleasurable pain. The heat of arousal curls at your spine as your hand locks around the nape of his neck, pulling the greyed hair there with a vicious tug as you vocalise your sufferings.

Tears prick at the corners of your eyes and your teeth sink into your bottom lip as your clit aches for some attention, your body craving the extra stimulation as it was denied. He must have noticed your plight as his feral grunts cease for a moment as he speaks, every word punctuated by a fresh thrust.

“Tell me what you want.”

“I want you to touch me! Please.” You sob out pitifully, the words coming out in broken bursts as you grind your ass against him, allowing him to use you as he saw fit, “F-fuck, Karl. Just touch me.”

His smirk makes you want to smack the lips off him but your irritation is immediately extinguished as his thick finger draws a rough line down your slit, teasing your entrance for a moment before brushing against your clit.

His cock is buried with you fully, stretching you beyond belief, as his finger comes to rest atop your clit as he rubs the overly sensitive bud there with a cruel pressure, ignoring your pleas while he chases his own pleasure due to your ass tightening around him as you buck involuntarily. Your denial throughout the day had left your arousal as taut as a string and the sudden onslaught of sensation was too much as your knees locked against his sides, squeezing him tightly as you writhed against him.

You came with a savage howl; his finger on your clit making sparks of pleasure alight behind your eyes as your cunt spasmed around nothing and your fingers tugged roughly at his hair, pulling the strands there with enough force to make his head tilt back to relieve the pressure.

The added tightness, or perhaps the slight pain from the hair-pulling, was enough for him to also reach his peak and you swore his cock swelled for a moment before a familiar heat flooded you as he came deep within your willing ass. His finger continued to rub cruelly at your clit even as the overstimulation left you pleading with incoherent words as the pressure of the pleasure made your chest heave and the blood roar in your ears.

Eventually, once you were past the point of cognitive thought, his finger stopped, and a deep breath shuddered through as he also pulled free of your ass. Your hands were unsteady against the table as they pressed against the wood and your legs shook in position as you watched him wipe his cock off on the edge of the tablecloth.

The ache in your ass made you wince as you reached down to press at both your holes gently; your core soaked with your own juices and your ass feeling tender as his release coated the ring of muscle there, threatening to escape you. It was an odd sensation, and you momentarily appreciated the fact that you had all the time in the world to recover from his rough treatment.

“Fuck me,” he groaned, bending down to pick up his slacks as he tucked his wilting cock away and secured the belt, “that was worth the wait. Between your ass and your cunt, I don’t know if I’m coming or going.”

“Oh, you were coming alright.” You murmur in a voice which comes out low with your sated lust, “And I guess I was good enough to earn my reward?”

“I’ve said it once and I’ll say it again, I would give you the key to village if I could. Fuck, I would give you Miranda’s head on a platter just for another go at that tight ass.”

“You would give me Miranda’s head on a plate for an extra serving of dinner most nights. That’s hardly a good show of your appreciation.”

Countering his point as you roll your eyes, a squeal escapes your throat as his strong hands secure around your back and legs, picking you up bridal style as he secures you to his chest and sets off in the direction of your shared bedroom.  

“Bed?” Tilting your head towards him, your enquiry is simple.

“Bath.”

“We’ve already had a bath today.”

“And I want another one.”

“Because you smell like stale oil and that disgusting fish shit that Moreau brought to the table?”

“Because I want to scrub that body of yours down thoroughly,” ignoring your disrespect with a vicious leer, he clenched his fingers against your bare thighs, “and I want to enjoy that ass again before we retire for the evening.”

The warmth of a bath mixed with his reverent hands had their appeal and you sigh out your consent as you relax into his grip.

“The dinner table is a mess.” You point out, not really sure what relevance the information had even as you said it.

“Who gives a shit?” He shrugged, his movements making you shuffle against the fabric of his shirt, “Is it going anywhere? Just get it tomorrow afternoon.”

“Not in the morning? Do we have plans?”

“I plan to spend my morning with you wrapped around my cock one way or another, kitten.” Despite the growl, his tone was amused as he planned your day for you, “So unless you plan to clean while I’m fucking you from behind, that would make the whole thing a bit difficult to accomplish unless you can be in two places at once.”

His words hung in the air for a weighted moment as you both considered the possibility before his head dipped down just as your chin tilted up and you met his gaze fully, the wicked intent in his expression clear.

“As your Lord, I demand that you allow me to fuck you whil-”

 “Just get me to the damn bath.”

Cutting his words off with your finger as you place it against his mouth, an impish smirk curls your own lips as you make a quick note of the servants clothing which existed in one of the storage rooms.

Having no doubt that the image flitting through your mind, of yourself bent over the table with a damp rag in hand as he ravaged you from behind, was also playing through his thoughts, you shiver in his grasp.

Oh yes, the cleaning could definitely wait until tomorrow.

Chapter Text

“Mother Miranda has dictated that all profits from the latest shipment of Dimitrescu wine shall be funnelled into village defences. There has been a rise in outsiders breaching our lands and she is unimpressed.”

Drumming her fingers on the wood of the large dinner table, Dimitrescu focused her attention on the figure seated across from her as she relayed the instructions to the other lords in her haughty tones.

“The only weak area of our perimeter is to the west of the reservoir,” Heisenberg pointed out, his eyes flicking to Moreau as the curved figure hung his head in shame for a moment before settling on Dimitrescu once again, “so that sounds like a problem for you and the hunchback.”

Pressing your teeth together to prevent a smile at the insult as you turned to face the serving bench to your side, you made yourself busy reorganising the bottles which had been left out in preparation for the meeting.

It was rare for a full meeting of all four lords to take place within the factory, but Miranda had ordered the event and her word, as always, remained law. The dinner table, as fully laid out as it could be, was not as grand as the one found within Lady Dimitrescu or Lady Beneviento’s homes, but it was a damn sight better than the mess of Lord Moreau’s abode and you had taken some pride in it as you set it up.

Your task for the evening was simple, keep on hand to ensure that the drinks were served and try to keep your own personal lord from inciting too much violence against his siblings.

Easy enough and a necessary task since Heisenberg refused to allow servants within the factory as he could not facilitate any trust in their loyalties. Serving wine was not difficult and you enjoyed the opportunity to listen in to the lords as they spoke, squirreling information away to be considered and discussed at a later date.

“My wine glass is empty,” Dimitrescu sneered, refusing to acknowledge Heisenberg’s obvious accusations, “is your servant incapable of his role?”

Bristling in position as your back remained to the table, you quickly snatch up the ornate bottle of wine which Dimitrescu had brought for her own enjoyment and turned to face her.

“I don’t have any need of servants,” Heisenberg cut in, his voice dangerously casual as he watched you move towards the table, “and he is here because he chooses to assist me. Unlike yourself, I don’t need a cowed selection of pathetic villagers to wipe my ass for me.”

Hiding a scowl as her eyes met your own, you smile politely instead at the pointed defence and move to refill her glass with the bottle of wine as smug satisfaction raced through you.

Having completed the task, you leave the bottle in an empty space on the table and nod politely to Moreau who continued to watch the whole exchange with his watery gaze. Beneviento was as silent as ever as Angie remains in her lap, her blonde hair being stroked softly as she awaited an opportunity to speak, the odd giggle being her only contribution thus far.

Moving to stand by Heisenberg as he remained seated, a sharp gasp catches itself in your throat as his unseen hand ghosts across the thin fabric of your slacks until his fingers locate the hard base of the plug which was tucked away within your ass. Having found it, he pressed against it firmly as a sharp spike of arousal flooded you.

Fighting back a low grunt, you recall your earlier conversations.

x-x-x-x-x

The warmth of the water within the bath is only slightly hotter than the body which is attached to your back as you playfully flick at the few remaining bubbles, listening to him speak as his chest rumbles against your spine.

“I want them out my factory as quickly as possible,” he grumbles, his fingers tapping against your exposed stomach, “and you know how I feel about visitors. I’d rather be fucked by a soldat.”

Twisting in position so that your chest was pressed against his, you move to straddle him, feeling his half-hard cock as it brushed against your own.

“So would I.” You purr, eyes lidding at the reference to your one-time plaything, “Can I do that rather than act as your servant for the night?”

“I wouldn’t expect any less from my favourite toy, but I am beginning to regret letting you play with that fucking thing.”

Laughing easily at the fondness which coloured the harsh-sounding words, you switch back to the conversation at hand.

“Can’t you just change the meet location to the church?”

“No. Miranda’s instructions specifically state that it has to be here.” Drawing out the final syllable of Miranda’s name with contempt, his tone is irritated but his hands come to rest casually on your chest as he allows himself to be distracted by your naked form.

“And you want me to serve them drinks?” His fingers brush your nipples almost lazily and your breath hitches at the soft touch.

“I want you to be an extra pair of eyes within the room. I don’t trust a single one of those bastards to keep their holes to themselves while within my factory.” His voice dissolves into a chuckle as you tweak his nipple, matching his movements against your own body.

Silence falls in the bathroom for a short while as you both enjoy simply relaxing into the others touch. His hand falls below the water and you clench around his fingers as they tease against your cock for a moment before slipping back to brush against your asshole. Anticipation pierces you as you think of the night ahead and the plans which had been discussed and you release a low moan as his finger breaches the tight ring of muscle, sinking within you with ease due to the water.

“I’m going to spit in their drinks.” You joke, the words losing their power as a groan escapes you mid-sentence.

Tightening your grip of his arm as your free hand comes to tease its palm along his shaft, you are impressed by how quickly he hardens up fully under your touch. His finger continues to press within your ass and is quickly joined by another, a move which draws a wince of discomfort from you which turns to a sigh as the fingers of his other hand creep up to press gently against your cock.

Locking your hand around his cock, you stroke him firmly and are rewarded with a rough growl as his fingers begin to piston within you and his thumb rubs soft circles around your sensitive head. Your thighs grip onto his as your press against his hand, using your pleasure to guide your hand as you also tease the head of his cock, knowing the little tricks that drive him wild.

The build-up of arousal within your gut is intoxicating and, as your orgasm quickly approaches, you speed up your manipulations of his cock, determined to see him finish first as his length twitches beneath your fingers. His release is quick, the mess caught by his chest as he grunts through the pleasure and pulls his hands free of your body, allowing you to finish pleasuring him as his thighs tighten below your ass.

Whining at the loss of contact as your cock twitches and your approaching orgasm ebbs into maddening pleasure, your pleading gaze meets his and you can see the cruel amusement there as he denies you your release.

“You’ll get yours later.” His hand grips your chin as he nods, “Or maybe not. We’ll see how good you are during the meeting since only good boys get to come. Are you ready to be good for me?”

Your hand slips below the water as he speaks, using his distracted speech to run your fingers across your own cock, chasing some last moment pleasures as he sets down his rules. However, his grip is like iron around your wrists as he pulls your hand free of the water and pins it against his chest.

“Do that again, pup, and I will bend you over this tub and fuck your ass here and now without mercy. All your preparation be damned.” His fingers once again moved to press against your ass and he inserted two without preamble as you jerked in place, “We both know I’ll take what I want and leave you a sobbing mess.”

Not doubting the sincerity of his threat, you nod your head demurely as you accept your role and play into his game.

“Now, speaking of prep work, are you ready for the first part of your outfit for this evening?”

A thrill of suspense curls your spine as you nod with some enthusiasm, the edge of your lips catching between your teeth as you take in his look of excitement.

Stepping free of the large bath as he followed suit, you bend slightly over the edge of the tub as you watch his hand flick out to side; his powers quickly summoning the toy which would be keeping you on edge all night as the anal plug sails into his grasp without protest.

His fingers had done their job at opening you up a little and he paused to swipe the plug along his tongue, using his saliva to make the insertion easier as he lifted it back to your ass and pressed it in slowly. It was much bigger than his fingers and your grit your teeth against the painful stretch as it fills you, the cool metal providing an interesting sensation despite the discomfort.

“I’m looking forward to fucking that ass,” his lips against your ear send a shiver of pure arousal through you and your cock twitches as you glance at the clothing you had laid out for yourself, “and if you make it through the meeting without giving in, I’ll even make it worth your while.”

“Through the meeting?” Confused by his words, you tilt your head to meet his gaze.

“Oh, you’ll see, pup.” His grin is almost feral, “Do you really think I’ll be able to sit there and think about you wearing that plug to prepare for my cock without consequence? No, you’ll have to pay for being such a distraction and fucking tease.”

“How will I pay, my Lord? I don’t have any money to my name.” A grunt escapes you as his hand swats playfully at the base of the plug, sending vibrations rocketing through you.

“Keep up that sarcasm, buttercup,” he growled with clear amusement, “and I won’t even make it through dinner. I’ll have you on the table- other lords be damned- and I’ll fuck you raw and let them watch.”

“Promises, promises.” You sigh, pushing your ass against his groin and smirking at the low amused grunt you are rewarded with.

x-x-x-x-x

The hardness between your thighs is concealed by your clasped hands as you remain stood in place by his side, his fingers still pressed against the plug as he once again addressed the assembled lords with a lazy tone which belied his excited touch.

“Moreau,” his attention switched to the hunched figure, “what can you do to improve the perimeter of your territory?”

“If mother gives me more lycans, I can-” His speech as distorted and difficult to comprehend as ever, you quickly zone out as you focus on the pleasant fullness within your ass as Heisenberg’s hands dipped lower again to trace shapes against your clothed calves.

A low ding catches your attention, and you look down the table to see Dimitrescu tapping the edge of her glass with one of the small spoons which were laid out before her. Her expression is one of boredom but as she glances between the bottle which lay directly in front of her and yourself, you can see the viciousness lying behind her eyes as she silently commanded you.

Swallowing down your irritation, you move forward as Moreau continued to lay out his plan. Snatching up the ornate bottle once again as you tip it towards her empty glass, the feeling that Dimitrescu was deliberately sinking her drinks just to hold some power over you knocked at your suspicions.

Without warning, the metal plug within your ass jerked dangerously, the wider rim of the base pressing against your hole for just a moment before sinking home again, and you jerked in position; the movement causing the bottle of wine to slip from your grasp for just a moment as its viscous contents spilled from the neck and splashed over the tablecloth and Dimitrescu’s lap.

Rearing back as the deep red colouring of the wine stained her favourite dress, a howl of rage escaped Dimitrescu’s throat as she stood to her full, gargantuan height.

“You absolute fool!” She snarled, her teeth on full show as her face twisted with rage, “I will teach you a lesson you won’t soon forget.”

Genuine fear clutched at your heart as her fingers expanded into razor-sharp claws and you instinctively backed away, your feet making a panicked backwards shuffle towards the one person in the room who you could count on to defend you.

“Do it! I want to see you get him!”

Angie’s animated voice cut through the chaos as your breath caught in your throat and you hoped that Heisenberg would be able to intervene before you came to any real harm.

Your hopes were well founded as a fresh howl, this time of pain, came from Dimitrescu as her body curled down towards the table. Glancing at the tabletop, a bolt of surprise made your eyebrows twitch as you take in the carving fork which was fully embedded in the back of Dimitrescu’s hand, pinning it to the table as her claws retracted.

“Join me.”

His tone bordering no argument despite the thinly veiled amusement, Heisenberg patted the seat to his immediate left and you scurried over to it as he continued to stare down Dimitrescu as she pulled the carving fork from her hand and threw it to the ground, the metal clattering as it bounced off the floor.

“Threaten him again and we will be testing the limits of those regenerative abilities of yours.” His words turned cold, his sincerity undeniable as he threatened the other lord, “You are not the only creature here who can slice a subject to ribbons, you oversized bitch.”

As you take the seat, the plug making your breath catch as it was forced within you fully, and you keep your attention focused on the table as the remaining laid-out cutlery rattled in place as a noticeable threat. Every knife and fork seemed to shake in position as the air within the room expanded and contracted at the open display of power.

Jumping from her seated position on Beneviento’s lap to stand on the table, Angie slammed her small feet against the vibrating table as her gleefully shrill voice rang out.

“FIGHT! Fight to the death! FIGHT!”

To her side, Moreau’s expression was a picture of excitement, his gaze flicking between the three other lords while his tongue hung from his mouth slightly as his laboured breathing made his body shake.

Focusing his attention on Beneviento, Heisenberg slammed his fist on the table and the metal of the table shook as he snapped.

“Shut that fucking doll up before I turn it into firewood!”

Scrambling off the table as she sought safe refuge in Beneviento’s lap, Angie was quickly silenced as she settled back into a more docile role.

Acknowledging Dimitrescu once again, Heisenberg’s tone settled into something more casual as he gestured for her to retake her seat.

“Have one of your maidens wash it if it bothers you so much. This meeting will continue as per Miranda’s instructions and then each of you will get the hell off my property.” With a voice which did not allow for any continued disruption, he once again turned to Moreau, “Now, what the fuck were you slobbering about?”

As Moreau continued to lay out his plan, you let loose a low breath that you were unaware you were holding. Now seated at the head of the table by Heisenberg, the warmth of his body as his arm pressed against yours was comforting as residual adrenaline coursed through your veins.

A warm hand makes itself known on your thigh and, as you glance to the side, you can make out the slight smirk which is pulling at the edges of his lips. Immediately, you knew he was amused by all his own troublemaking, and you press your thighs together in irritation as you captured his hand between your knees.

“You total dick.” The words are low, muttered from the corner of your mouth so that they were for his ears only, “You knew that would happen.”

A low rumble from his chest is your only answer as he confirmed your suspicions even as his hand slid further up your leg, his fingers resting comfortably over the area which covered the scarred skin which formed his brand.

Breath hitching at the close proximity, you keep your hands clasped on the table as you fight the desire to reach below and pull his hand away.

“How can you possibly expect to handle extra lycans when you can barely control your own wretched body?” Dimitrescu cut in, interrupting Moreau’s speech.

“Let the freak talk,” inserting himself in the conversation, Heisenberg’s casual tone was matched by his hand creeping higher up your thigh until the pad of his finger brushed against the thin fabric of your slacks when your cock pressed against it, “we need to know his ideas before we can critique them.”

As his finger trailed a soft line across your length, your hand snapped around a nearby glass as you brought the drink to your lips; the cool water allowing you to hide a moan as his finger disturbed the uncomfortable stiffness there, your arousal clear as he felt it through the fabric.

Spreading your thighs slightly to allow him easier access, he immediately rewards your submission by flattening his hand along the length and drawing his open palm across your cock, pausing at your cockhead as a soft gasp spills from your lips.

Heat flashes through your cheeks as your eyes, for whatever reason, lock with Moreau as he resumes his speech, and you give him a small nod even as embarrassment and shame join the arousal which floods your system.

Your shoulders jump in position when a new sensation makes itself known as the plug within your ass starts to vibrate, alerting you to the uncomfortable fullness in a fresh way as you shuffle your lower body against the chair, disturbing his hand as you did so.

The infernal vibrations in your ass seem to spread through your entire lower half as you focus on regulating your breathing, not wanting to give anything away to the assembled lords as they continued their business, unaware of your torments.

“My home is only accessible through the graveyard,” Beneviento’s soft voice washes over you as you grasp at the edge of the table as subtly as possible, your groin aching with the sudden onslaught of pleasurable suffering, “and no one survives that.”

His fingers are wicked as they stroke along your length, forcing your heel to click against the chair as it jerked in position. The flares of heat within your gut are growing dangerously close to unbearable and you cannot focus on his voice as he continues to discuss his plans even as his finger continues to stimulate your trapped and aching cock.

The exhibitionism of it all is intoxicating and you have no doubt that his own cock is also as hard as steel as he manipulates you before his uneasy allies. Biting back mewls and whimpers, you instead press your groin up against his fingers as you silently encourage him, recalling his early promises, but just as you reach the point of no return, his hand disappears as all the vibrations in your ass cease into nothing.

A desperate whine escapes your lips and you realise that you have caught the attention of Beneviento as her dark veil tilts slightly in your direction. Thinking quickly, even as your brain seems fuzzy with arousal and disappointment, you clasp a hand around your other wrist as you massage the skin there, feigning some unknown injury with a put-upon grimace.

Feeling the heat in your face, you lift your foot slightly and bring it down with as much effort as you can exert, and you are rewarded with a low grunt as your heel makes contact with the tips of his toes.

“The grounds surrounding my factory are impenetrable,” Heisenberg speaks, his voice carrying across the table as he makes his argument, “and no one enters or leaves without my knowledge or permission. Any failings for your own territories are on your heads, not mine. Sort your fucking messes out and then maybe Miranda will give you the gold sticker you’re all so desperate for.”

“You dare speak so impudently, you wretched little man?”

Dimitrescu could be counted on to be the only lord who would dare to defend herself against Heisenberg and as much as you did not like the woman, you could appreciate her sheer gall as you adjusted your seated position, the heat of your groin feeling overwhelming and uncomfortable as you were once again denied.

“Miranda has no issue with my defence lines,” Heisenberg snapped back, “so I am in a fantastic position to tell you to get your shit together. The same goes for Donna and Moreau. You all know that she doesn’t tolerate failure.”

As he stands from his seated position, you are in a perfect place to notice the slight tent to his slacks which sends a thrill of delight through you as you are faced with physical evidence of your effect on him.

“This meeting is over.” He announced as he extended his arm, summoning his hammer into his willing grasp as he made a point of showing the finality of his words, “So, my dearest sisters and brother, please show yourselves out of my home before I throw you out on your fucking asses.”

Remaining in your seat as low grumbles of discontent escape from both Dimitrescu and Moreau at the abrupt treatment, you take another swig of water as each of the three lords pass you. The only one to acknowledge you is Angie as she trails after Beneviento and gives a childish wave which you meet with an uncertain wave of your own, your fingers wagging as a grimace pulls at your lips.

Heisenberg stands by the opened door of the factory, ensuring that each of the lords makes a direct beeline to the exit without distraction and he exchanges a look of mutual contempt with Dimitrescu as she ducks lowly to avoid catching her hat on the doorframe.

“Until next time, brother.” Is her only parting shot as she exits the factory, the metal hinges slamming the door shut behind her with a loud bang that makes you jump in place as you release a deep sigh of relief at the knowledge that the meeting was truly over.

Now able to enjoy your isolation, his body is immediately on your own as the scent of cigars and oil invades your senses and makes your head swim at the sudden proximity. The harsh stubble of his beard irritates the skin of your neck as he drops to one knee and places a sloppy kiss at the curve there, his voice hushed yet urgent as he growls into your ear.

“Fuck, buttercup. Do you know how hard it was to concentrate on those simpering freaks when all I could think about was this?”

Shuddering against his mouth, you tilted your neck to give him easier access.

“You nearly got me shivved by that big bitch,” you protested with only a little ire as his teeth teased at the skin just below your ear, “so it’s just as well you’re quicker on the draw.”

“Playing with my favourite toy while also getting to screw over that miserable cunt?” Bringing his head around to face you fully, the scarring across his nose crinkled slightly as his lips split into a wide grin, “How could I resist the temptation? I had your back.”

Still seated, his hands lock around your waist as he pulls you from your chair and deposits your ass on the edge of the table. The perched position ensures that all your weight is balanced on your ass and the pressure forces the plug to bury itself within you as deeply as possible.

Your legs spread wide as his insistent hands unzip your slacks, freeing your aching cock to the warm air, and you lift your ass slightly to allow him to slip the fabric down past your thighs as he pulls them free of your body. Dropping them on the floor, he stands before you as he takes in the sight of you, shirt clinging to your torso as your hard cock juts free of your exposed lower half.

He inhales deeply and you know he can smell your arousal as your foot comes to rest on the tent of his slacks, the tip of your shoe ghosting across his hard length as he bucks into the soft touch.

The flat of his hand presses against your length and you mewl in appreciation as it sends a hot flash of fresh arousal through your gut; your constant denial throughout the day making your cock overly sensitive as it responds to his insistent fingers as they swirl across your cockhead, spreading the pre-cum there.

“I can’t wait any longer,” the words tearing from his throat with an almost needy edge, his free hand is quick to release his slacks and pull free his rock-hard cock as he allows his own slacks to pool around his ankles, “so, are you ready to get fucked, pup?”

“Yes,” you cry out, his eagerness making your breath come in short pants as you prepare to accept his cock, “fucking finally! This ass has been ready to receive you since our earlier bath, my lord.”

Not convinced by your own claim, you play into his game nevertheless, hoping that you can handle what was coming as he rubbed his cock along the curve of your ass.

His fingers lower themselves to secure themselves around the base of the plug as he pulls it from you slowly and you can feel the stretch of your muscle as it opens around the flared base and you grit your teeth at the discomfort. It pops free of you under his steady hands and is quickly replaced by the head of his cock, and a slight relief washes through you as you feel the slickness of his saliva as it coats his length to ensure that he is not tearing into you dry.

The tip of his cock feels massive within you, and he gives you a moment to adjust to it as he slips his cock forward an inch before pulling back. Your breath feels tight in your lungs as you feel every inch of him as he pushes in with an unfamiliar restraint.

His hands are tight across your waist as he sinks another two inches within you in one smooth thrust, the stretch taking your breath away as your fingernails dig into the leather of his jacket. The pain is there as always but with it comes an undeniable pleasure as your nerves are stimulated and a sense of wicked immorality settles in your gut as you give in to another of his many corruptions.

Moving slowly as he rocks back and forth, the ache of his cock as it stretches you open makes your teeth grit even as he grunts out his appreciation of you.

“So fucking tight, I could blow my load right now. Fucking hell.”

The praise makes you blush, and you fight to relax your body as much as possible as the pleasure slowly grows with each stroke, his cock finally hilting within you as it brushed against your prostate, making your body jerk in position. The girth of him was eye-watering and it almost feels as though he is pulling you with him as he retracts his cock slightly before pushing it in once again.

“I can feel how stretched you are around me, pup, sucking me in with every stroke as I tear through you. How does it feel?”

“Feels amazing.” You answer, clenching around him and forcing a low growl from his lips at the increased pressure.

“You’re so tight that almost fucking hurts.” He grunts, one hand leaving your waist to paw at your exposed cock as his fingers once again spread the pre-cum there, “Do you think you can come from this?”

“Maybe.”

It is an honest answer; the pleasure from his cock inside your ass being wickedly intoxicating but possible not enough to get you off unless he angled his thrusts perfectly.

“Then convince me that I should help you out.” Pulling his hand away from your cock, he snatched the dark hat from his head and dropped it to the table behind you, “Show me how much you love my cock up your ass and then maybe we’ll see about a reward.”

Raising your brow at the challenge, you wrap your legs around his waist and dig your heels into his lower back to encourage him forward. From your seated position, mobility was limited and so you pushed off the table slightly to push your ass even more firmly against him.

“You already have me pinned here so fuck me properly and we’ll see who gives in first.” Your words are growled, an obvious challenge, and he snarls as a wicked grin makes his teeth visible.

“Music to my ears, pup.”

The restraint he had been showing now thrown to the wind, his thrusts much more brutal as he snapped his hips against your groin, his cock moving within your ass at a rapid pace which made your legs tremble at the sudden onslaught of pleasurable pain. The heat of arousal curls at your spine and makes your cock herk in place as your hand locks around the nape of his neck, pulling the greyed hair there with a vicious tug as you vocalise your sufferings.

Tears prick at the corners of your eyes and your teeth sink into your bottom lip as your cock aches for some attention, your body craving the extra stimulation as it was denied. He must have noticed your plight as his feral grunts cease for a moment as he speaks, every word punctuated by a fresh thrust.

“Tell me what you want.”

“I want you to touch me! Please.” You sob out pitifully, the words coming out in broken bursts as you grind your ass against him, allowing him to use you as he saw fit, “F-fuck, Karl. Just touch me.”

His smirk makes you want to smack the lips off him but your irritation is immediately extinguished as his thick finger draws a rough line down your length, teasing the base of your cock for a moment before wrapping his calloused hand around it as you buck into him.

His cock is buried with you fully, stretching you beyond belief, as his hands start to pull at your cock as he rubs the overly sensitive length there with a cruel pressure, ignoring your pleas while he chases his own pleasure due to your ass tightening around him as you buck involuntarily. Your denial throughout the day had left your arousal as taut as a string and the sudden onslaught of sensation was too much as your knees locked against his sides, squeezing him tightly as you writhed against him.

You came with a savage howl; his fingers rubbing at your cockhead making sparks of pleasure alight behind your eyes as your ass spasmed around him and your fingers tugged roughly at his hair, pulling the strands there with enough force to make his head tilt back to relieve the pressure. Your release arced high in the space between you as it spattered against your clothed chest, the mess caught by your thin shirt.

The added tightness, or perhaps the slight pain from the hair-pulling, was enough for him to also reach his peak and you swore his cock swelled for a moment before a familiar heat flooded you as he came deep within your willing ass. His fingers continued to rub cruelly at your cock even as the overstimulation left you pleading with incoherent words as the pressure of the pleasure made your chest heave and the blood roar in your ears.

Eventually, once you were past the point of cognitive thought, his hand stopped, and a deep breath shuddered through as he also pulled free of your ass. Your hands were unsteady against the table as they pressed against the wood and your legs shook in position as you watched him wipe his cock off on the edge of the tablecloth.

The ache in your ass made you wince as you reached down to press at your hole gently, tactfully avoiding your sensitive cock, and your ass feels tender as his release coated the ring of muscle there, threatening to escape you. It was an odd sensation, and you momentarily appreciated the fact that you had all the time in the world to recover from his rough treatment.

“Fuck me,” he groaned, bending down to pick up his slacks as he tucked his wilting cock away and secured the belt, “that was worth the wait. Between your ass and your mouth, I never know if I’m coming or going.”

“Oh, you were coming alright.” You murmur in a voice which comes out low with your sated lust, “And I guess I was good enough to earn my reward?”

“I’ve said it once and I’ll say it again, I would give you the key to village if I could. Fuck, I would give you Miranda’s head on a platter just for another go at that tight ass.”

“You would give me Miranda’s head on a plate for an extra serving of dinner most nights. That’s hardly a good show of your appreciation.”

Countering his point as you roll your eyes, a squeal escapes your throat as his strong hands secure around your back and legs, picking you up bridal style as he secures you to his chest and sets off in the direction of your shared bedroom. Your cock is still half-hard and it brushes against your stomach as you make yourself comfortable in his grasp.

“Bed?” Tilting your head towards him, your enquiry is simple.

“Bath.”

“We’ve already had a bath today.”

“And I want another one.”

“Because you smell like stale oil and that disgusting fish shit that Moreau brought to the table?”

“Because I want to scrub that body of yours down thoroughly,” ignoring your disrespect with a vicious leer, he clenched his fingers against your bare thighs, “and I want to enjoy that ass again before we retire for the evening.”

The warmth of a bath mixed with his reverent hands had their appeal and you sigh out your consent as you relax into his grip.

“The dinner table is a mess.” You point out, not really sure what relevance the information had even as you said it.

“Who gives a shit?” He shrugged, his movements making you shuffle against the fabric of his shirt, “Is it going anywhere? Just get it tomorrow afternoon.”

“Not in the morning? Do we have plans?”

“I plan to spend my morning with you wrapped around my cock one way or another, pup.” Despite the growl, his tone was amused as he planned your day for you, “So unless you plan to clean while I’m fucking you from behind, that would make the whole thing a bit difficult to accomplish unless you can be in two places at once.”

His words hung in the air for a weighted moment as you both considered the possibility before his head dipped down just as your chin tilted up and you met his gaze fully, the wicked intent in his expression clear.

“As your Lord, I demand that you allow me to fuck you whil-”

 “Just get me to the damn bath.”

Cutting his words off with your finger as you place it against his mouth, an impish smirk curls your own lips as you make a quick note of the various articles of servants clothing which existed in one of the storage rooms. Having no doubt that the image flitting through your mind, of yourself bent over the table with a damp rag in hand as he ravaged you from behind, was also playing through his thoughts, you shiver in his grasp.

Oh yes, the cleaning could definitely wait until tomorrow.

Chapter Text

It was not often that you were afforded the opportunity to visit the village, but any chance was one that you jumped at with considerable enthusiasm. It required some planning on your part, with Heisenberg having to first assure himself that Miranda was predisposed with her research or some other consuming task to ensure that your paths were not liable to cross. If he even suspected that any meet would occur, then the visit was about as likely as squeezing fresh blood from a stone.

There was also the issue of your safety outside the factory but over time you had shown a proficiency for self-defence using both a blade and the snub-nosed pistol which was concealed within the depths of the basket which you carried on your visits. Heisenberg had no respect for guns, his abilities rendering them about as useful as a light breeze, but when you found the pistol discarded in one of the storage rooms it had piqued your curiosity.

Some practice in the factory grounds had provided you with a passing confidence and his assistance had been welcome as he lazily moved metal targets for you to improve your accuracy. The price of his assistance came at you agreeing to spar with him using a blade; a task which, more often than not, resulted in some very charged carnality with the knives been long abandoned to the wayside.

Between this assistance and the seemingly limitless volume of ammunition which Heisenberg was willing to create, the gun provided you with enough of a bargaining chip for him to allow you to travel to the village unaccompanied.

The pantry within the factory was beginning to look a little bare and with Heisenberg’s knowledge of Miranda being newly preoccupied with a potential partnership which called her attention away from the village, it was a perfect opportunity to engage in some socialising with the locals and you had leapt at the chance.

The home you were currently standing in was comfortably furnished with child’s drawings and framed photographs covering most of the available spaces, lending the room a lived-in feel which made a soft smile play at your lips. It was a million years from the harshness of the factory, and it made you momentarily nostalgic for an old life which was much better left forgotten.

“Does this meat please you?”

Snapping your attention back to the woman who was carving up a pork joint with almost surgical precision as she stood over her kitchen workbench, you found that she was looking at you with a friendly-enough smile but there was a tightness behind her eyes which you had long since resigned yourself to.

The villagers knew of the monster whom you sold your soul to and they were afraid.

For months, you had acted as the buffer between the villagers and Heisenberg and while their open fear had settled a little due to your relaxed efforts and easy attitude, it remained just lurking below the depths of their placid smiles.

Beautifully marbled, the meat looked delicious in its raw state and the moisture in your mouth was undeniable as you considered the variety of ways in which you could prepare it. The weight of the lei within your pocket was heavy as you mentally calculated a rough estimate for your current purchases and decided if you should indulge in some extra meat.

Screw it.

“It looks delicious, Lucinda,” you nod with a grin, “if you carve it up then I’ll take the whole thing. Just cut it up thick for me, please.”

“As you wish. Sara,” she indicated to the other woman within the room, a teenage girl who you had since discovered was her youngest daughter, “pass me the large carving knife, please.”

Sara was quick to follow her mothers’ instructions, abandoning her packaging of some fruit scones to pass the knife over before returning to her task.

“I am glad you like the meat.” Lucinda’s voice was tinged with genuine pleasure, “Thank you for the custom, Lady Heisenberg.”

A rude bubble of laughter burst free of your lips, and you pulled the back of your hand up to cover it as you shook your head at the two women.

“Oh god, that’s funny. Lady Heisenberg.” The words are strange against your mouth, and you cannot help the smirk they cause, “Sorry girls, but I am no Lady and Lord Heisenberg should consider himself blessed by the assumption.”

“Forgive my words, mistress.” Lucinda hid her blanch at the playful rebuttal well, but you saw amusement dance in the expression of her daughter, “I would not dare to assume anything of your relationship with Lord Heisenberg.” Flustered, she turned her attention to her daughter once again, “Sara, fetch me a wrapping cloth and choose one with a pretty border.”

The woven basket which you used for transporting materials was quickly filled with various breads and meats, courtesy of the two women as they ensured that the space was filled to the brim with the absolute finest offerings which they had available.

Pulling the bag of lei from your pocket, you count out the amount necessary for the supplies and throw in an extra three thousand lei, knowing that the women undercharged due to your associations. You hand the money off to Sara, who quickly passed it to her mother, and it was soon dropped safely with the deep pocket of Lucinda’s apron.

“Thank you!” You speak to them warmly, tucking the now-heavy basket against your hip and allowing it to balance there as you prepared to leave, “I am certain that Lord Heisenberg will be delighted with your produce. He is fond of the quality of your meat.”

A high blush appeared on Lucinda’s cheek at the praise, and she unleashed a small curtsy at your words.

“Thank you, mistress. That is very high honour from one of our Lords. I can only hope that he continues to enjoy it.”

“Oh, I am sure he will.” You agree, turning to Sara, “And a happy birthday to you when it comes.”

“How did you know?” The look of surprise on Sara’s youthful face was clear but it was quickly chastised by a stern look from her mother, “Uhh, I mean, thank you, mistress.”

“I can see the old drawings from last year on the wall; the date is tomorrow, yeah?”

“Yes, mistress.”

“Then I hope you have a nice day. Sneak some wine, have a good time.”

You nod at her, allowing a warm smile to grace your lips as you enjoy the social interaction. Turning to the door, you give both women another small grin as you make way to leave.

“Until next time, ladies.”

Walking free of the door, you are immediately met with the cold air of the outdoors, and you shiver against it. The warmth of your clothing worked very well at keeping the chill at bay, but you could feel the sharp wind as it washed across your exposed face.

Vague notions of dinner flit through your mind as you close the door behind you, pulling it shut with your free hand as you continue to balance the basket against your hip. A heavy creak made you jump in place but as you glanced up to locate the source of the noise, a jerk of surprise made your body straighten in position as a large shadow blocked out the sun for a moment as it dropped to the space before you.

Recoiling in fear, your fingers slipped free of the basket as you were confronted by the horrific visage of a lycan; its grey fur matted with blood as its lips pulled back to expose knife-like teeth that gnashed in your face. The scent of dried blood and filth was pungent, and it made bile rise in your throat almost immediately as your fingers loosened in surprise.

So surprised by its appearance, you remain rooted in place even as it struck out at you, it’s sweeping blow landing on your body with an open snarl just as your basket collided with the harsh ground.

Scorching pain blossomed from your gut as sharp claws connected with the lower half of your stomach, the nails tearing through both the fabric of your clothing and your skin as though they were butter. The ripping sensation was almost foreign even as the agony curled at your spine and forced you to bend in place, your hand flying to the wound and immediately being coated in a wetness which you recognised as your own blood.

In shock, a guttural grunt of pain is all you can manage until the lycan followed up its initial blow by dropping to all fours and sinking its teeth deep into the flesh of your leg. Locking its teeth around your upper thigh, the pain is so intense that it made your vision white out for a moment as you unleashed a short scream. Your fist instinctively raised to connect with the side of the beasts’ head, but it barely made any impact as the lycan was so focused on its task, worrying its teeth into your flesh.

A gunshot rang past your ear and the intensity of it made fresh agony ricochet through your head as the loud noise threw you off kilter. Falling to the snow-covered ground as the lycan released you, a howl escaped its throat as blood wept from the fresh gunshot wound in its shoulder, you glance up to see Lucinda standing over you with a shotgun in hand.

The lycan remained on all fours as it bared his teeth at the armed woman before ducking to the side as it disappeared into the barn. Following its path with hurried feet, Lucinda was quick to secure the lock of the barn, essentially trapping the wounded lycan before she dashed over to your prone form.

“Sara!” Her voice was loud as it called to her daughter, “You must help me child! Get her back into the house.”

The panic in her voice was palatable and a low yelp of pain escaped your throat as both women worked together to drag you back into their home, your vision blurred by tears as the pain radiated from your injured stomach and leg.

Your breath came in short bursts as you were lifted from the floor and gently placed on a nearby couch. The fabric was soft against your back as your fingers pressed against the wound on your stomach, the moisture there making your grip slippery as you shook off the waves of pain.

“You’re bleeding. You need help.”

Without asking for permission, Lucinda pulled the base of your shirt up to see the wounds on your stomach and she was quick to grab the supplies which Sara pressed into her shaking hands. Pulling the stopper of the green bottle of liquid free, she poured some of it onto a clean rag before running it across your stomach.

Glancing down at the now-visible wounds, you can see three distinct claw marks, one of them bleeding considerably more than the rest and you unleash a sharp hiss of pain as the wet rag is pressed against each claw mark to clean it of any debris. It feels almost out of body and your head is swimming even as Lucinda continues to do what she can to stem the flow of blood.

“My daughter,” Lucinda’s shaky voice addresses Sara as the teen stands off to the side, her expression visibly upset at the violence, “you must take the horse and ride to the factory. Alert Lord Heisenberg and tell him to come quickly. Tell him of her attack by a lycan.”

Open terror replaced the upset on Sara’s face and even through your own haze of pain, you cannot help but feel a little sympathy for the girl.

“But, mother-”

“No, Sara. You must go now.” The tremble in her voice grew even more noticeable as she continued, “If she dies within our home then we will both face his wrath. We cannot allow him to remain ignorant of her need.”

Gritting your teeth against the agony as Lucinda moved her hand to press the rag against the fresh bite mark which decorated your upper leg, you meet her eyes for a moment and feel a wince of pity at the genuine horror that lay within her gaze.

“If you get him here, you will both be safe.” The words took a lot of energy, but you force your voice to remain as strong as possible to show your confidence, “I can promise you that. He won’t hurt your daughter until he can see if she’s telling the truth or not and I can handle him when he arrives. I promise your safety, both you and Sara.”

Relief passes through her gaze, not enough to offset the fear, but enough to provide her a little hope as she watched her daughter dash through the front door and make haste to go and fetch the man they feared above all else.

With Sara gone, Lucinda returned her focus to your injuries as she dutifully wrapped each wound in soaked bandages; the first aid liquid providing a wonderful cooling effect as it took the sting from the injuries and provided an almost-numbing effect. The pain was still intense, drawing sharp gasps from you with every movement but you actively fought off the fuzziness in your head in your determination to remain conscious.

Lucinda pressed a small cup to your mouth, and you took a gulp of the liquid within; cold water washing down your throat and soothing the fire there as it provided some relief against the pained heat which coursed through you. Time seemed to move at a snail’s pace as no words were exchanged in the heavy tension of the room and you focused your energy on keeping your mind as sharp as possible. The lives of Lucinda and her daughter very well may depend on it.

You heard them before you saw them.

Their arrival was announced by the soft gallop of hooves as they approached quickly, followed by a decidedly loud thump of heavy boots against the soft snow which coated the open ground. Taking a deep breath, you prepared yourself for what was to come.

The hinges of the front door seemed to flex for a moment before the door was flung open with a resounding bang, the noise making both yourself and Lucinda jump in place as the doorway was filled by a familiar shape.

His hat and glasses hid most of his expression, but you did not need to be a clairvoyant to feel the rage which was rolling off his tensed body as he surveyed your prone position on the couch. The familiarity of his leather coat and slacks soothed some subconscious part of you and you offer him a weak smile as his form crossed the short space to drop to one knee by your side.

“I’m alive.”

Not what you had intended to say but it got the point across as your heart beat an erratic rhythm as you considered how to placate the obvious anger which surrounded him like a dangerous aura.

“I can see that,” his words are clipped and tense as he remained by your side “what the fuck happened?”

You could feel his eyes moving along your body as his expression remained stormy, surveying the size of the bandages which decorated your stomach and thighs and the extent of the blood which was beginning to seep through them.

You open your mouth to answer but find yourself cut off by Sara as she slipped in the open space of the doorway and bolted towards her mother with her arms outstretched.

“Sara!” The relief flooding Lucinda’s face was enough to overcome her fear as she embraced her daughter fully, her arms locking behind the teen body as she held her in place.

Unimpressed by the display, Heisenberg dipped his glasses slightly to allow you to see the rage in his gaze as he spoke once again.

“Someone start talking before I rip this fucking room to shreds.”

In his anger, the various metal fittings around the room shook in position as they threatened to break free of the walls and both women cowed in position, their bodies recoiling at the show of power.

“Calm down.” Your tone was as sharp as his and his head tilted towards you as you spoke, “I was attacked by a lycan and these two women saved me and tended to my wounds. They aren’t to blame for this.”

“A lycan?” His fingers flexed in the open air as through closing over something and you realised that in his haste, he had not brought his hammer to the village, “A targeted attack?”

“Bad luck.” You counter, “I was leaving, and it dropped down from the roof to attack. It probably smelled the raw meat I was carrying.”

“Did you shoot it?”

“No-”

“I wounded it with a shotgun, my Lord,” Lucinda’s meek voice cut in softly, her body still curled towards the floor in a show of submission, “and I was able to lock it in the barn where it cannot escape from.”

“The fucking thing is still there?”

“Yes, my Lord.” At his cursing, Lucinda winced but it went ignored.

“Watch her.” His tone bordering no argument, he indicated to you with a sharp finger, and you can feel the murderous intent in his movements as he turned and disappears through the front door.

As soon as he was out of sight, you turn to Lucinda.

“Take your daughter and go into the back room.” Nodding insistently, your eyes bore into hers as you try to convince her to move quickly, “I’m safe here and I think there are some things your daughter doesn’t need to see or hear. Stay safe.”

“Thank you, mistress.” The words are whispered but you can feel the sincerity in them as Lucinda pulled her daughter free of the room, moving towards the back of the house away from the carnage which was soon to be audible from the outside.

Settling against the couch, you strain your hearing to pick up what was happening in the nearby barn but your efforts proved to be unnecessary as a high-pitched yowl made you flinch in place.

You had seen Heisenberg’s capacity for cruelty in the way which he dealt with both his creations and his vocal distaste for the villagers whom he viewed as closer to chattel than people; it was a violence which lived within him, and you justified it to yourself in whatever way you could when it reared its head.

However, the caterwauling which pierced the air as he exacted his revenge on your lycan attacker was beyond inhumane as its timbre flowed between a stuttered screech to a frantic howling that made your skin crawl. Some things were better not witnessed but the power of imagination was inevitable as you pictured the creature torn asunder by his hand and the multitude of metal apparatus he no doubt had at his disposal.

It did not take long for the noises to stop, and you released a deep sigh you were unaware you were holding. Your fingers came to lay atop the bandages which covered your stomach as you pulled the hem of your tattered shirt back down in a vague attempt to cover them as heavy footfalls once again approached Lucinda’s front entrance.

As the door swung open, the first thing that caught your attention was the disappearance of his glasses, no doubt tucked away into one of his many pockets. The second was the fresh coating of blood which stained the front of his shirt and the mixed splatter patterns of the blood spoke of the violence enacted. Some has even reached his face as drops of red settled between the stubble of his chin before arcing high on his cheek.

“We’re going back to the factory,” his tone was still clipped but it had lost some of its frustration as he approached you, “so buckle up, kitten.”

Procuring two thin sheets of metal from behind his back, his hands were quick to place both sheets atop your injuries and a deep warmth emanated from the metal as it quickly moulded to the shape of your flesh, a perfect encasing that pressed the bandages tightly against your wounds and did not allow for any further bleeding.

His hands were firm below your knees and back as he lifted you bridal-style and moved towards the door. The jostle sent ripples of pain down your abdomen as you bit back a grunt and instead concentrated on the familiar feel of his grip as you both stepped out into the cold once again.

“Hey,” you grab his attention softly by placing a hand atop his chest, carefully avoiding the blood there as much as possible, “grab the basket, will you? After this shit, I don’t want to waste the food.”

An irritated grunt was his response, but he did dip slightly to allow you to snatch up the handle of the basket as you passed it, your fingers clasping around the wicker as you tucked it between your knees and chest. The rumble of his chest against your head is soothing and the coppery scent of blood is familiar enough that it does not bother you as much as it probably should.

The rhythm of his footsteps as he beats a hurried path back to the factory makes the darkness which has been toying the edge of your consciousness since your attack more apparent. Your vision fluttered dangerously as the adrenaline which has been keeping you awake ebbed away at the growing sense of security and you could not see a good reason to keep fighting it as you closed your eyes and allowed sleep to claim you.

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Awaking was a surprisingly pleasant experience as the first thing to assault your senses was the feeling of warmth which was enveloping you as your body lay flat out on the recognisable comfort of your bed within the factory.

Cracking one eye open, you glance down at your body and find that you are fully nude, save for the underwear set which you had thrown on before your visit to the village. Along with your clothing, the bandages and metal which had been working their best to heal your wounds were missing and you lift your head slightly to survey your stomach.

The claw marks were no longer bleeding; now appearing in a semi-healed state with the two more shallow marks looking scabbed over and reddened while the deeper of the three cuts still held a little rawness to it despite the lack of blood. Running a finger across it, an aching pain spread from the movement, but it was dulled by the residual effects of the medicated liquid.

Lifting your leg just a touch, your gaze switches to the bite mark on your thigh, the marks laying opposite the rough scarring of your brand and a momentary happiness flicks at your thoughts as you realise that the lycans choice of leg left your brand unmarred. The small puncture wounds from each sharp tooth were still visible but they were healing better than the claw marks as the skin was almost fully replenished, only holding a patterned redness which spoke of the original injury.

A pointed cough draws your attention to the side and you jump in mild surprise to find Heisenberg watching you, his ass pressed against one of the tables which lay along the wall. His glasses, hat and coat were dumped in a messy pile atop the table next to the assorted items he chose to wear around his neck and the removal had left him in little more than his shirt and slacks.

The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up to his elbows and the blood which had earlier decorated his shirt remained, now dried and stained into the fabric as his gaze pierced you.

“Did you enjoy your trip to the village then?”

The words were conversational, but the underlying anger made the hairs on the back of your neck raise even as irritation spiked through your gut.

“Oh, it was fantastic,” you reply in kind, allowing your sarcasm to leak through, “I even made a new friend, as you saw.”

Raising himself from his leaning position, a thick finger was swiftly pointed in your direction.

“Fucking hilarious, but joke all you like, you won’t be seeing the outside of this factory again unless it’s by my side.”

Irrational anger jolted down your spine, but your tongue was held for a moment as he continued to speak.

“You talked a good game, kitten. Even had me convinced that you could handle yourself with that pathetic fucking gun you waved around but no,” moving to stand at the edge of the bed, his hands fisted themselves in the edge of the sheets as he visibly fought to keep his calm, “you crumbled at the sight of one lycan. A single lycan. Pathetic.”

“It ambushe-”

“No, shut your hole. You had the chance and you fucked it up completely. I will return to having supplies delivered to the factory as I always have. You will remain here.”

Slamming a fist against the bed as you push yourself up against the wall, the pain in your abdomen flared dangerously as you snarled at him.

“You cannot keep me here.”

He matched your snarl with one of his own.

“We both know that’s not true. I could chain you to this bed with about as much effort as it takes me to light a cigar, so don’t start your shit.”

The heat in the air was cloying as the atmosphere of the room turned oppressive; a torrid mixture of negative emotions that seemed unwilling to settle.

“I am not a pet you can keep on a fucking leash.”

“Are you not? Let’s test that theory.”

“I don’t ask a lot,” clawing your fingers against the bed, you can feel the heat in your cheeks as anger gripped you, “and you know how much my visits mean. If you take them from me then I’m fucking gone. You can shove your demands and everything this is,” you gesture wildly between you both as you hiss out the warning, “up your ass!”

“Oh, no need for that, we both know i’ll kill you before I let you leave,” he growled back and his eyes were dark with the promise of his words, “and I won’t even feel bad about it because it’s kinder than what the monsters outside of this factory will do to you. Or maybe I’ll be merciful and keep you bound in metal until you can see how much of a foolish cunt you’re being.”

“Do it then!” Enraged, you picked up a small bottle of oil which lay on the sideboard to your left and launched it at the floor, gaining some satisfaction from the way in which the glass shattered with a resounding crash, “Quit stalling and fucking do it! All these threats and no actions. Don’t let your mouth run cheques your hands can’t cash!”

The tension within the room seems to reach a boiling point and you straighten your back against the wall as the metal within the room seems to vibrate in place, a visual reminder of both his rage and the extent of his abilities.

“Don’t push me, kitten. We both know what will happen. I think you sometimes forget who you’re playing these little games with.”

His voice is low and dangerous, a voice which you have known to precede some of his worst atrocities but the fury within your gut made your vision red and self-preservation was the furthest thing from your mind.

“Oh, I know who I’m playing games with. You think you’re the first man I’ve met who thinks he can control the world and everything in it, but still lives at the beck and call of his bitch of a mother.”

It was a low blow and one which you regretted as soon as the words left your mouth, but you had little time to consider an apology as a whoosh of air made you duck instinctively as something embedded itself in the wall just above your head.

Glancing up, you can see the hilt of his knife as it stuck free of the wall and the anger within your gut was immediately poisoned by fear as you take in the open threat and easy show of violence.

In all your time together, he had never willingly thrown a knife so close to you, not even in the early days before things had settled into a questionable familiarity.

Realising that you had probably pushed him too far, your breath caught in your throat as fresh adrenaline forced your body into a panic response.

Fight or flight; and you were in no position to fight.

Your legs scrambled to the side and you grit your teeth at the searing pain which the sudden movement ignited in your thigh and abdomen as your feet connected to the floor. Space to cool down was what you needed as your delayed sense of self-preservation kicked in and you stood, ready to flee.

Moving forward, a low cry of surprise escaped your throat as your legs collapsed out from under you, sending you to fell to the floor like a marionette with its strings cut. The weakness in your lower body, a result of blood loss or possibly the medication which was coursing through you, was too much to handle and your body screamed in protest as it slammed harshly to the cool flooring.

Vulnerable to his rage, a grim acceptance of your fate tugged at your heart as you pulled your knees up to your chest and wrapped an arm around the claw marks on your abdomen. Unable to do much more, fresh anxiety roiled through you as heavy boots came into view before your eyes, and you could feel his tall frame taking in your miserable position.

“I didn’t mean to say that.”

Muttering the words out, you bite back a grunt as he drops to one knee beside you. The anger which had clouded his expression since his arrival at Lucinda’s house was long-gone, replaced with something purely unreadable as his eyes roved over your fallen form.

His hand reached out to touch under your chin and you visibly jerk away from the fingers, unable to prevent the flinch as he approached you. At the open show of fear, his hands stilled for a moment before continuing their path and coming to rest on your jaw as they tilted your head to face him fully.

“I’m sorry,” the words are sincere, and you hope that they’re enough to placate him as you tighten your grip of your stomach as you lean into his touch, “please don’t kill me for it.”

Rather than answer, his fingers moved from your face and secured themselves around your waist as his other fingers did the same. His hands were tight around you as he picked you up from the floor with a firm grip and placed you back on the bed, carefully avoiding your wounds as he did so. The knife in the wall was gone and you briefly wondered where he had moved it to as you stared at the hole left by the blade, tactfully avoiding his gaze as you focus on settling your breathing instead.

Shivering in position, the composure and anger which you had been holding on to so tightly since your attack crumbled away from you like a cliffs edge and your chest heaved as you accepted just how badly things could have turned out. His anger had given you something to focus on but even that had its limit and you had pushed too far, antagonising the very man who had left the sanctuary of his domain just to retrieve you.

“Hmm, do you really think I could kill you, kitten?”

Your head was still tilted away from him but at the words, you resigned yourself to accepting that you could not hide away from your panicked plea.

Curiosity was the main emotion which coloured his tone, but you can detect an almost underlying disappointment which was enough to make you truly focus on him. He stood to the side of the bed, just by your right, and his grey hair framed his face messily as his head bent down towards you, his expression blank as he awaited your response.

“Yes.” You answer honestly, not seeing any reason to lie, “If you were angry enough- if I made you angry enough- I think you could kill me. But I think you would be mad at yourself for doing it since it would mean you were alone again.”

The tiredness in your voice is clear even to your own ears and your hands fold themselves over your stomach as you speak. The tension of the room had dissipated, replaced by an awkwardness which always followed any emotional outburst, and shame joined the plethora of emotions coursing through you.

Shame that you had allowed the lycan to injure you in the first place.

Shame that you had lowered yourself to such an unnecessary insult.

Shame that you had shown such weakness.

He did not deny your claims, but you can see a shadow of something unpleasant- an acknowledged acceptance of your words- pass through his eyes even as his lips quirked into a subtle but familiar smirk.

“And yet, you still insist on pissing me off at every opportunity?”

The slightest hint of amusement was clear as his hand came to rest atop your head almost fondly, pressing against your hair before trailing down the side of your face.

“I can’t help who I am sometimes,” a shrug tugs at your shoulders as you smell the machine oil on his hand, “same as you.”

His brow raises in surprise slightly as his free hand comes to rest on his hip and his nose crinkles, disturbing the scarring there as his gaze pierced you.

“And who am I? Since you seem to have all the answers.”

Not certain if he was expecting an answer to that or not, you settle on gripping his hand within your own as you give a weary sigh.

“You’re the man who also pisses me off at every opportunity and should join me in this bed so he can stop being an asshole about my freedom.”

Uncertainty reeked from his movements as he hesitated to move and the unfamiliarity of such an expression made you more proactive as you tugged at his wrist, encouraging him to join you as you moved to create a space for him.

No longer in a position to refuse, he complied with your wishes as he dropped into the open space and immediately fused his body to your own. The overwhelming sensation and scent of him enveloped you as he tucked his body around yours, ensuring that as much contact as possible was occurring.

A deep grunt of relief escaped his chest, the breath of it huffing over your neck as he placed his head within the curve of your shoulder and inhaled deeply.

Understanding struck you like a lightning bolt as you realised why his behaviour had been so unnecessarily aggressive since your attack; his rage was his worry. Thinking of his past, you doubted if he had ever experienced concern for another living being other than himself and he was probably unfamiliar with how to appropriately deal with such anxieties.  

In some macabre way, you were pleased at how visceral his reaction to your injuries were. He often described you as his favourite toy and it was a pet name which you enjoyed but it did leave the faintest tendrils of doubt within your psyche as to how attached he might be to you in the grand scheme of things.

His hand was quick to slide up your side and across your chest, settling atop your breast as his palm pressed against the flesh there openly. A comment of protest died within your throat as you realised he was not groping you, but instead feeling for your heartbeat as his head continued to nuzzle against your neck.

It was an oddly sweet gesture and you fully relaxed into his grip, a treacherous sensation of safety flooding you as you eased yourself into the arms of the monster. Many of the dangerous games you played with each other were rooted in amusement and curiosity but there were few things quite as dangerous as sincerity.

You were more than a simple plaything to him and the confidence of that knowledge was as comforting as it was terrifying.

Chapter Text

It was not often that you were afforded the opportunity to visit the village, but any chance was one that you jumped at with considerable enthusiasm. It required some planning on your part, with Heisenberg having to first assure himself that Miranda was predisposed with her research or some other consuming task to ensure that your paths were not liable to cross. If he even suspected that any meet would occur, then the visit had about as much chance as squeezing fresh blood from a stone.

There was also the issue of your safety outside the factory but over time you had shown a proficiency for self-defence using both a blade and the snub-nosed pistol which was concealed within the depths of the basket which you carried on your visits. Heisenberg had no respect for guns, his abilities rendering them about as useful as a light breeze, but when you found the pistol discarded in one of the storage rooms it had piqued your curiosity.

Some practice in the factory grounds had provided you with a passing confidence and his assistance had been welcome as he lazily moved metal targets for you to improve your accuracy. The price of his assistance came at you agreeing to spar with him using a blade; a task which, more often than not, resulted in some very charged carnality with the knives been long abandoned to the wayside.

Between this assistance and the seemingly limitless volume of ammunition which Heisenberg was willing to create, the gun provided you with enough of a bargaining chip for him to allow you to travel to the village unaccompanied.

The pantry within the factory was beginning to look a little bare and with Heisenberg’s knowledge of Miranda being newly preoccupied with a potential partnership which called her attention away from the village, it was a perfect opportunity to engage in some socialising with the locals and you had leapt at the chance.

The home you were currently standing in was comfortably furnished with child’s drawings and framed photographs covering most of the available spaces, lending the room a lived-in feel which made a soft smile play at your lips. It was a million years from the harshness of the factory, and it made you momentarily nostalgic for an old life which was much better left forgotten.

“Does this meat please you?”

Snapping your attention back to the woman who was carving up a pork joint with almost surgical precision as she stood over her kitchen workbench, you found that she was looking at you with a friendly-enough smile but there was a tightness behind her eyes which you had long since resigned yourself to.

The villagers knew of the monster whom you sold your soul to and they were afraid.

For months, you had acted as the buffer between the villagers and Heisenberg and while their open fear had settled a little due to your relaxed efforts and easy attitude, it remained just lurking below the depths of their placid smiles.

Beautifully marbled, the meat looked delicious in its raw state and the moisture in your mouth was undeniable as you considered the variety of ways in which you could prepare it. The weight of the lei within your pocket was heavy as you mentally calculated a rough estimate for your current purchases and decided if you should indulge in some extra meat.

Screw it.

“It looks delicious, Lucinda,” you nod with a grin, “if you carve it up then I’ll take the whole thing. Just cut it up thick for me, please.”

“As you wish. Sara,” she indicated to the other woman within the room, a teenage girl who you had since discovered was her youngest daughter, “pass me the large carving knife, please.”

Sara was quick to follow her mothers’ instructions, abandoning her packaging of some fruit scones to pass the knife over before returning to her task.

“I am glad you like the meat.” Lucinda’s voice was tinged with genuine pleasure, “Thank you for the custom, your lordship.”

A rude bubble of laughter burst free of your lips, and you pulled the back of your hand up to cover it as you shook your head at the two women.

“Oh god, that’s funny.” The words are strange against your mouth, and you cannot help the smirk they cause, “Sorry girls, but I am no Lord and Lord Heisenberg should consider himself blessed by the assumption.”

“Forgive my words, sir.” Lucinda hid her blanch at the playful rebuttal well, but you saw amusement dance in the expression of her daughter, “I would not dare to assume anything of your relationship with Lord Heisenberg.” Flustered, she turned her attention to her daughter once again, “Sara, fetch me a wrapping cloth and choose one with a colourful border.”

The woven basket which you used for transporting materials was quickly filled with various breads and meats, courtesy of the two women as they ensured that the space was filled to the brim with the absolute finest offerings which they had available.

Pulling the bag of lei from your pocket, you count out the amount necessary for the supplies and throw in an extra three thousand lei, knowing that the women undercharged you due to your associations. You hand the money off to Sara, who quickly passed it to her mother, and it was soon dropped safely with the deep pocket of Lucinda’s apron.

“Thank you!” You speak to them warmly, tucking the now-heavy basket against your side and allowing it to balance there as you prepared to leave, “I am certain that Lord Heisenberg will be delighted with your produce. He is fond of the quality of your meat.”

A high blush appeared on Lucinda’s cheek at the praise, and she unleashed a small curtsy at your words.

“Thank you, sir. That is very high honour from one of our Lords. I can only hope that he continues to enjoy it.”

“Oh, I am sure he will.” You agree, turning to Sara, “And a happy birthday to you when it comes.”

“How did you know?” The look of surprise on Sara’s youthful face was clear but it was quickly chastised by a stern look from her mother, “Uhh, I mean, thank you, sir.”

“I can see the old drawings from last year on the wall; the date is tomorrow, yeah?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Then I hope you have a nice day. Sneak some wine, have a good time.”

You nod at her, allowing a warm smile to grace your lips as you enjoy the social interaction. Turning to the door, you give both women another small grin as you make way to leave.

“Until next time, ladies.”

Walking free of the door, you are immediately met with the cold air of the outdoors, and you shiver against it. The warmth of your clothing worked very well at keeping the chill at bay, but you could feel the sharp wind as it washed across your exposed face.

Vague notions of dinner flit through your mind as you close the door behind you, pulling it shut with your free hand as you continue to balance the basket against your hip. A heavy creak made you jump in place but as you glanced up to locate the source of the noise, a jerk of surprise made your body straighten in position as a large shadow blocked out the sun for a moment as it dropped to the space before you.

Recoiling in fear, your fingers slipped free of the basket as you were confronted by the horrific visage of a lycan; its grey fur matted with blood as its lips pulled back to expose knife-like teeth that gnashed in your face. The scent of dried blood and filth was pungent, and it made bile rise in your throat almost immediately.

So surprised by its appearance, you remain rooted in place even as it struck out at you, it’s sweeping blow landing on your body with an open snarl just as your basket collided with the harsh ground.

Scorching pain blossomed from your gut as sharp claws connected with the lower half of your stomach, the nails tearing through both the fabric of your clothing and your skin as though they were butter. The ripping sensation was almost foreign even as the agony curled at your spine and forced you to bend in place, your hand flying to the wound and immediately being coated in a wetness which you recognised as your own blood.

In shock, a guttural grunt of pain is all you can manage until the lycan followed up its initial blow by dropping to all fours and sinking its teeth deep into the flesh of your leg. Locking its teeth around your upper thigh, the pain is so intense that it made your vision white out for a moment as you unleashed a short scream. Your fist instinctively raised to connect with the side of the beasts’ head, but it barely made any impact as the lycan was so focused on its task, worrying its teeth into your flesh.

A gunshot rang past your ear and the intensity of it made fresh agony ricochet through your head as the loud noise threw you off kilter. Falling to the snow-covered ground as the lycan released you, a howl escaped its throat as blood wept from the fresh gunshot wound in its shoulder, you glance up to see Lucinda standing over you with a shotgun in hand.

The lycan remained on all fours as it bared his teeth at the armed woman before ducking to the side as it disappeared into the barn. Following its path with hurried feet, Lucinda was quick to secure the lock of the barn, essentially trapping the wounded lycan before she dashed over to your prone form.

“Sara!” Her voice was loud as it called to her daughter, “You must help me child! Get him back into the house.”

The panic in her voice was palatable and a low yelp of pain escaped your throat as both women worked together to drag your heavy frame back into their home, your vision blurred by tears as the pain radiated from your injured stomach and leg.

Your breath came in short bursts as you were lifted from the floor and gently placed on a nearby couch. The fabric was soft against your back as your fingers pressed against the wound on your stomach, the moisture there making your grip slippery as you shook off the waves of pain.

“You’re bleeding. You need help.”

Without asking for permission, Lucinda pulled the base of your shirt up to see the wounds on your stomach and she was quick to grab the supplies which Sara pressed into her shaking hands. Pulling the stopper of the green bottle of liquid free, she poured some of it onto a clean rag before running it across your stomach.

Glancing down at the now-visible wounds, you can see three distinct claw marks, one of them bleeding considerably more than the rest and you unleash a sharp hiss of pain as the wet rag is pressed against each claw mark to clean it of any debris. It feels almost out of body and your head is swimming even as Lucinda continues to do what she can to stem the flow of blood.

“My daughter,” Lucinda’s shaky voice addresses Sara as the teen stands off to the side, her expression visibly upset at the violence, “you must take the horse and ride to the factory. Alert Lord Heisenberg and tell him to come quickly. Tell him of his attack by a lycan.”

Open terror replaced the upset on Sara’s face and even through your own haze of pain, you cannot help but feel a little sympathy for the girl.

“But, mother-”

“No, Sara. You must go now.” The tremble in her voice grew even more noticeable as she continued, “If he dies within our home then we will both face his wrath. We cannot allow him to remain ignorant of his need.”

Gritting your teeth against the agony as Lucinda moved her hand to press the rag against the fresh bite mark which decorated your upper leg, you meet her eyes for a moment and feel a wince of pity at the genuine horror that lay within her gaze.

“If you get him here, you will both be safe.” The words took a lot of energy but you force your voice to remain as strong as possible to show your confidence, “I can promise you that. He won’t hurt your daughter until he can see if she’s telling the truth or not and I can handle him when he arrives. I promise your safety, both you and Sara.”

Relief passes through her gaze, not enough to offset the fear, but enough to provide her a little hope as she watched her daughter dash through the front door and make haste to go and fetch the man they feared above all else.

With Sara gone, Lucinda returned her focus to your injuries as she dutifully wrapped each wound in soaked bandages; the first aid liquid providing a wonderful cooling effect as it took the sting from the injuries and provided an almost-numbing effect. The pain was still intense, drawing sharp gasps from you with every movement but you actively fought off the fuzziness in your head in your determination to remain conscious.

Lucinda pressed a small cup to your mouth and you took a gulp of the liquid within; cold water washing down your throat and soothing the fire there as it provided some relief against the pained heat which coursed through you. Time seemed to move at a snail’s pace as no words were exchanged in the heavy tension of the room and you focused your energy on keeping your mind as sharp as possible. The lives of Lucinda and her daughter very well may depend on it.

You heard them before you saw them.

Their arrival was announced by the soft gallop of hooves as they approached quickly, followed by a decidedly loud thump of heavy boots against the soft snow which coated the open ground. Taking a deep breath, you prepared yourself for what was to come.

The hinges of the front door seemed to flex for a moment before the door was flung open with a resounding bang, the noise making both yourself and Lucinda jump in place as the doorway was filled by a familiar shape.

His hat and glasses hid most of his expression, but you did not need to be a clairvoyant to feel the rage which was rolling off his tensed body as he surveyed your prone position on the couch. The familiarity of his leather coat and slacks soothed some subconscious part of you and you offer him a weak smile as his form crossed the short space to drop to one knee by your side.

“I’m alive.”

Not what you had intended to say but it got the point across as your heart beat an erratic rhythm as you considered how to placate the obvious anger which surrounded him like a dangerous aura.

“I can see that,” his words are clipped and tense as he remained by your side “what the fuck happened?”

You could feel his eyes moving along your body as his expression remained stormy, surveying the size of the bandages which decorated your stomach and thighs and the extent of the blood which was beginning to seep through them.

You open your mouth to answer but find yourself cut off by Sara as she slipped in the open space of the doorway and bolted towards her mother with her arms outstretched.

“Sara!” The relief flooding Lucinda’s face was enough to overcome her fear as she embraced her daughter fully, her arms locking behind the teens body as he held her in place.

Unimpressed by the display, Heisenberg dipped his glasses slightly to allow you to see the rage in his gaze as he spoke once again.

“Someone start talking before I rip this fucking room to shreds.”

In his anger, the various metal fittings around the room shook in position as they threatened to break free of the walls and both women cowed in position, their bodies recoiling at the show of power.

“Calm down.” Your tone was as sharp as his and his head tilted towards you as you spoke, “I was attacked by a lycan and these two women saved me and tended to my wounds. They are not to blame for this.”

“A lycan?” His fingers flexed in the open air as through closing over something and you realised that in his haste, he had not brought his hammer to the village, “A targeted attack?”

“Bad luck.” You counter, “I was leaving, and it dropped down from the roof to attack. It probably smelled the raw meat I was carrying.”

“Did you shoot it?”

“No-”

“I wounded it with a shotgun, my Lord,” Lucinda’s meek voice cut in softly, her body still curled towards the floor in a show of submission, “and I was able to lock it in the barn where it cannot escape from.”

“The fucking thing is still there?”

“Yes, my Lord.” At his cursing, Lucinda winced but it went ignored.

“Watch him.” His tone bordering no argument, he indicated to you with a sharp finger, and you can feel the murderous intent in his movements as he turned and disappears through the front door.

As soon as he was out of sight, you turn to Lucinda.

“Take your daughter and go into the back room.” Nodding insistently, your eyes bore into Lucinda’s as you try to convince her to move quickly, “I’m safe here and I think there are some things your daughter doesn’t need to see or hear. Stay safe.”

“Thank you, sir.” The words are whispered but you can feel the sincerity in them as Lucinda pulled her daughter free of the room, moving towards the back of the house away from the carnage which was soon to be audible from the outside.

Settling against the couch, you strain your hearing to pick up what was happening in the nearby barn but your efforts proved to be unnecessary as a high-pitched yowl made you flinch in place.

You had seen Heisenberg’s capacity for cruelty in the way which he dealt with both his creations and his vocal distaste for the villagers whom he viewed as closer to chattel than people; it was a violence which lived within him, and you justified it to yourself in whatever way you could when it reared its head.

However, the caterwauling which pierced the air as he exacted his revenge on your lycan attacker was beyond inhumane as its timbre flowed between a stuttered screech to a frantic howling that made your skin crawl. Some things were better not witnessed but the power of imagination was inevitable as you pictured the creature torn asunder by his hand and the multitude of metal apparatus he no doubt had at his disposal.

It did not take long for the noises to stop, and you released a deep sigh you were unaware you were holding. Your fingers came to lay atop the bandages which covered your stomach as you pulled the hem of your tattered shirt back down in an attempt to cover them as heavy footfalls once again approached Lucinda’s front entrance.

As the door swung open, the first thing that caught your attention was the disappearance of his glasses, no doubt tucked away into one of his many pockets. The second was the fresh coating of blood which stained the front of his shirt and the mixed splatter patterns of the blood spoke of the violence enacted. Some has even reached his face as drops of red settled between the stubble of his chin before arcing high on his cheek.

“We’re going back to the factory,” his tone was still clipped but it had lost some of its frustration as he approached you, “so buckle up, pup.”

Procuring two thin sheets of metal from behind his back, his hands were quick to place both sheets atop your injuries and a deep warmth emanated from the metal as it quickly moulded to the shape of your flesh, a perfect encasing that pressed the bandages tightly against your wounds and did not allow for any further bleeding.

His hands were firm below your knees and back as he lifted you bridal-style and moved towards the door. The jostle sent ripples of pain down your abdomen as you bit back a grunt and instead concentrated on the familiar feel of his grip as you both stepped out into the cold once again.

“Hey,” you grab his attention softly by placing a hand atop his chest, carefully avoiding the blood there as much as possible, “grab the basket will you? After this shit, I don’t want to waste the food.”

An irritated grunt was his response, but he did dip slightly to allow you to snatch up the handle of the basket as you passed it, your fingers clasping around the wicker as you tucked it between your knees and chest. The rumble of his chest against your head is soothing and the coppery scent of blood is familiar enough that it does not bother you as much as it probably should.

The rhythm of his footsteps as he beats a hurried path back to the factory makes the darkness which has been toying the edge of your consciousness since your attack more apparent. Your vision fluttered dangerously as the adrenaline which has been keeping you awake ebbed away at the growing sense of security and you could not see a good reason to keep fighting it as you closed your eyes and allowed sleep to claim you.

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Awaking was a surprisingly pleasant experience as the first thing to assault your senses was the feeling of warmth which was enveloping you as your body lay flat out on the recognisable comfort of your bed within the factory.

Cracking one eye open, you glance down at your body and find that you are fully nude, save for the thin briefs which you had thrown on before your visit to the village. Along with your clothing, the bandages and metal which had been working their best to heal your wounds were missing and you lift your head slightly to survey your stomach.

The claw marks were no longer bleeding; now appearing in a semi-healed state with the two more shallow marks looking scabbed over and reddened while the deeper of the three cuts still held a little rawness to it despite the lack of blood. Running a finger across it, a dull pain spread from the movement, but it was dulled by the residual effects of the medicated liquid.

Lifting your leg just a touch, your gaze switches to the bite mark on your thigh, the marks laying opposite the rough scarring of your brand and a momentary happiness flicks at your thoughts as you realise that the lycans choice of leg left your brand unmarred. The small puncture wounds from each sharp tooth were still visible but they were healing better than the claw marks as the skin was almost fully replenished, only holding a patterned redness which spoke of the original injury.

A pointed cough draws your attention to the side and you jump in mild surprise to find Heisenberg watching you, his ass pressed against one of the tables which lay along the wall. His glasses, hat and coat were dumped in a messy pile atop the table next to the assorted items he chose to wear around his neck and the removal had left him in little more than his shirt and slacks.

The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up to his elbows and the blood which had earlier decorated his shirt remained, now dried and stained into the fabric as his gaze pierced you.

“Did you enjoy your trip to the village then?”

The words were conversational, but the underlying anger made the hairs on the back of your neck raise even as irritation spiked through your gut.

“Oh, it was fantastic,” you reply in kind, allowing your sarcasm to leak through, “I even made a new friend, as you saw.”

Raising himself from his leaning position, a thick finger was swiftly pointed in your direction.

“Fucking hilarious, but joke all you like, you won’t be seeing the outside of this factory again unless it’s by my side.”

Irrational anger jolted down your spine, but your tongue was held for a moment as he continued to speak.

“You talked a good game, pup. Even had me convinced that you could handle yourself with that pathetic fucking gun you waved around but no,” moving to stand at the edge of the bed, his hands fisted themselves in the edge of the sheets as he visibly fought to keep his calm, “you crumbled at the sight of one lycan. A single lycan. Pathetic.”

“It ambushe-”

“No, shut your hole. You had the chance and you fucked it up completely. I will return to having supplies delivered to the factory as I always have. You will remain here.”

Slamming a fist against the bed as you push yourself up against the wall, the pain in your abdomen flared dangerously as you snarled at him.

“You cannot keep me here.”

He matched your snarl with one of his own.

“We both know that’s not true. I could chain you to this bed with about as much effort as it takes me to light a cigar so don’t start your shit.”

The heat in the air was cloying as the atmosphere of the room turned oppressive, a torrid mixture of negative emotions that seemed unwilling to settle.

“I am not a pet you can keep on a fucking leash.”

“Are you not? Let’s test that theory.”

“I don’t ask a lot,” clawing your fingers against the bed, you can feel the heat in your cheeks as anger gripped you, “and you know how much my visits mean. If you take them from me then I’m fucking gone. You can shove your demands and everything this is,” you gesture wildly between you both as you hiss out the warning, “up your ass!”

“Oh, no need for that, we both know i’ll kill you before I let you leave,” he growled back and his eyes were dark with the promise of his words, “and I won’t even feel bad about it because it’s kinder than what the monsters outside of this factory will do to you. Or maybe I’ll be merciful and keep you encased in metal until you can see how much of a foolish bastard you’re being.”

“Do it then!” Enraged, you pick up a small bottle of oil which lay on the sideboard to your left and launched it at the floor, gaining some satisfaction from the way in which the glass shattered with a resounding crash, “Quit stalling and fucking do it! All these threats and no actions. Don’t let your mouth run cheques your hands can’t cash!”

The tension within the room seems to reach a boiling point and you straighten your back against the wall as the metal within the room seems to vibrate in place, a visual reminder of both his rage and the extent of his abilities.

“Don’t push me, pup. We both know what will happen. I think you sometimes forget who you’re playing these little games with.”

His voice is low and dangerous, a voice which you have known to precede some of his worst atrocities but the fury within your gut made your vision red and self-preservation was the furthest thing from your mind.

“Oh, I know who I’m playing games with. You think you’re the first man I’ve met who thinks he can control the world and everything in it but still lives at the beck and call of his bitch of a mother.”

It was a low blow and one which you regretted as soon as the words left your mouth, but you had little time to consider an apology as a whoosh of air made you duck instinctively as something embedded itself in the wall just above your head.

Glancing up, you can see the hilt of his knife as it stuck free of the wall and the anger within your gut was immediately poisoned by fear as you take in the open threat and easy show of violence.

In all your time together, he had never willingly thrown a knife so close to you, not even in the early days before things had settled into a questionable familiarity.

Realising that you had probably pushed him too far, your breath caught in your throat as fresh adrenaline forced your body into a panic response.

Fight or flight; and you were in no position to fight.

Your legs scrambled to the side and you grit your teeth at the searing pain which the sudden movement ignited in your thigh and abdomen as your feet connected to the floor. Space to cool down was what you needed as your delayed sense of self-preservation kicked in and you stood, ready to flee.

Moving forward, a low cry of surprise escaped your throat as your legs collapsed out from under you, sending you to fell to the floor like a marionette with its strings cut. The weakness in your lower body, a result of blood loss or possibly the medication which was coursing through you, was too much to handle and your body screamed in protest as it slammed harshly to the cool flooring.

Vulnerable to his rage, a grim acceptance of your fate tugged at your heart as you pulled your knees up to your chest and wrapped an arm around the claw marks on your abdomen. Unable to do much more, fresh anxiety roiled through you as heavy boots came into view before your eyes, and you could feel his tall frame taking in your miserable position.

“I didn’t mean to say that.”

Muttering the words out, you bite back a grunt as he drops to one knee beside you. The anger which had clouded his expression since his arrival at Lucinda’s house was long-gone, replaced with something purely unreadable as his eyes roved over your fallen form.

His hand reached out to touch under your chin and you visibly jerk away from the fingers, unable to prevent the flinch as he approached you. At the open show of fear, his hands stilled for a moment before continuing their path and coming to rest on your jaw as they tilted your head to face him fully.

“I’m sorry,” the words are sincere, and you hope that they’re enough to placate him as you tighten your grip of your stomach as you lean into his touch, “please don’t kill me for it.”

Rather than answer, his fingers moved from your face and secured themselves around your waist as his other fingers did the same. His hands were tight around you as he picked you up from the floor with a firm grip and placed you back on the bed, carefully avoiding your wounds as he did so. The knife in the wall was gone and you briefly wondered where he had moved it to as you stared at the hole left by the blade, tactfully avoiding his gaze as you focus on settling your breathing instead.

Shivering in position, the composure and anger which you had been holding on to so tightly since your attack crumbled away from you like a cliffs edge and your chest heaved as you accepted just how badly things could have turned out. His anger had given you something to focus on but even that had its limit and you had pushed too far, antagonising the very man who had left the sanctuary of his domain just to retrieve you.

“Hmm, do you really think I could kill you, pup?”

Your head was still tilted away from him but at the words, you resigned yourself to accepting that you could not hide away from your panicked plea.

Curiosity was the main emotion which coloured his tone, but you can detect an almost underlying disappointment which was enough to make you truly focus on him. He stood to the side of the bed, just by your right, and his grey hair framed his face messily as his head bent down towards you, his expression blank as he awaited your response.

“Yes.” You answer honestly, not seeing any reason to lie, “If you were angry enough- if I made you angry enough- I think you could kill me. But I think you would be mad at yourself for doing it since it would mean you were alone again.”

The tiredness in your voice is clear even to your own ears and your hands fold themselves over your stomach as you speak. The tension of the room had dissipated, replaced by an awkwardness which always followed any emotional outburst, and shame joined the plethora of emotions coursing through you.

Shame that you had allowed the lycan to injure you in the first place.

Shame that you had lowered yourself to such an unnecessary insult.

Shame that you had shown such weakness.

He did not deny your claims, but you can see a shadow of something unpleasant- an acknowledged acceptance of your words- pass through his eyes even as his lips quirked into a subtle but familiar smirk.

“And yet, you still insist on pissing me off at every opportunity?”

The slightest hint of amusement was clear as his hand came to rest atop your head almost fondly, pressing against your hair before trailing down the side of your face.

“I can’t help who I am sometimes,” a shrug tugs at your shoulders as you smell the machine oil on his hand, “same as you.”

His brow raises in surprise slightly as his free hand comes to rest on his hip and his nose crinkles, disturbing the scarring there as his gaze pierces you.

“And who am I? Since you seem to have all the answers.”

Not certain if he was expecting an answer to that or not, you settle on gripping his hand within your own as you give a weary sigh.

“You’re the man who also pisses me off at every opportunity and should join me in this bed so he can stop being an asshole about my freedom.”

Uncertainty reeked from his movements as he hesitated to move and the unfamiliarity of such an expression made you more proactive as you tugged at his wrist, encouraging him to join you as you moved to create a space for him.

No longer in a position to refuse, he complied with your wishes as he dropped into the open space and immediately fused his body to your own. The overwhelming sensation and scent of him enveloped you as he tucked his body around yours, ensuring that as much contact as possible was occurring.

A deep grunt of relief escaped his chest, the breath of it huffing over your neck as he placed his head within the curve of your shoulder and inhaled deeply.

Understanding struck you like a lightning bolt as you realised why his behaviour had been so unnecessarily aggressive since your attack; his rage was his worry. Thinking of his past, you doubted if he had ever experienced concern for another living being other than himself and he was probably unfamiliar with how to appropriately deal with such anxieties. 

In some macabre way, you were pleased at how visceral his reaction to your injuries were. He often described you as his favourite toy and it was a pet name which you enjoyed but it did leave the faintest tendrils of doubt within your psyche as to how attached he might be to you in the grand scheme of things.

His hand was quick to slide up your side and across your chest, his fingers brushing your nipple as his palm pressed against the flesh there openly. A comment of protest died within your throat as you realised he was not groping you, but instead feeling for your heartbeat as his head continued to nuzzle against your neck.

It was an oddly sweet gesture and you fully relaxed into his grip, a treacherous sensation of safety flooding you as you eased yourself into the arms of the monster. Many of the dangerous games you played with each other were rooted in amusement and curiosity but there were few things quite as dangerous as sincerity.

You were more than a simple plaything to him and the confidence of that knowledge was as comforting as it was terrifying.

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Hey all! Apologies for not updating this in so long but life is absolutely riding my ass at the moment and I can't give this series the focus it needs and deserves.

I'm going to mark this series as "complete" at this point but I do have more chapters planned out and I'm just waiting for the opportunity to get to them. I just feel it's a bit unfair for folk who might be waiting with baited breath for some new shenanigans. I will update but for now I'm content with where I am pausing it.

Thank you all very much for your kind words and support with this wee series cause it's been an absolute blast to write and I would not have written so much if it wasn't for all your collective kindness.

Ditty xx

TL/DR: I'm marking this as complete but I will be adding more when life stops ragdolling me.

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Cigar Play

Knees spread wide across his lap, the discomfort of holding the girth of his cock within you had long since fizzled away into a maddening pleasure which ebbed and flowed as you were held still in position, his refusal to allow you to move in any way is clear.

“You warm my cock so perfectly, kitten.” Taking a languid drag of his cigar as he reclined in his chair, Heisenberg looked every inch the lord which he claimed to be. “Like a silken glove, wrapped around me and begging to be fucked.”

“I can’t think of a better way to spend my day,” you purr into his ear, hands trailing across the thick mat of hair on his chest, “than being impaled on my lords cock.”

A soft growl escapes him and he exhales a thick plume of smoke into your face; the cloying scent making you cough for a moment as the unexpected move causes a slight sting in your opened eyes.

“I can think of one way to make it a little better.”

Pulling his cigar free of his lips, he ghosts the lit end across the swell of your breasts and the threat of the heat as it kisses you skin draws a shuddering gasp from you lips as arousal and apprehension wash through you.

“Do it.” You demand breathily.

And he does not hesitate.

Sharp agony rockets through your body as he presses the tip of the cigar against your left breast, just two inches above the nipple, and you can’t help but cry out as the sensitive skin is subjected to the burn. However, just as quickly as it came, the pain settles into a dull, painful ache as his hips roll and his cock shifts within you, alighting a new pleasure to help overcome the torments.

Adrenaline, heady in its suddenness, forces your breath to come in short pants as he repeats the gesture with your other breast, decorating the willing flesh there with a livid mark which is coated in only a little ash.

The intensity of the pain, sharp and then dull, sets into a deliciously agonising rhythm as he uses his cigar to alternate between your tits; every burn punctuated by the harsh clenching of your walls around him as you grip onto his shoulders harshly enough to leave small, bloody crescents where your nails have pierced his skin.

“I can feel that,” he grunts with a toothy grin, his pleasure at your reactions clear “every time you squeeze yourself around me, it’s like a fucking vice on my poor, thick cock.”

Unable to vocalise your response due to the haze of sensation which is tearing you apart from within, you answer his words by rolling your hips against his lap, forcing his merciless length to hit those places within you that drive you utterly insane.

“Once this cigar is all used up,” he continues, voice little more than a feral glowl as his tongue appears to lick a slow stripe across your collarbone while his free hand comes to rest atop the brand which remains permanently etched into your inner thigh, “then I’m going to fuck you. Hard. Right here in this chair. After that, when I’m finished taking what’s mine, we’ll see about healing these marks so that I can do it all over again.”

Somnophilia (5 Sentence Fic)

As always, it was the heat which awoke you.

The inferno of the metal works always left a residual fog of warmth in the air and it was only emphasised by the fever of the man who was pressing against your back with his whole body; his hard length rubbing against your slit as he elevates your leg slightly for better access.

“Mmm, someone is hornier than usual this morning…” You trail off with a soft moan as his rough hand slips down past your stomach and dances soft circles around your clit.

His reply is little more than a gruff grunt and the arousal from his actions mixes delightfully with the haziness of your barely-awake mind as you relax your body into his excited grip.

Gift (5 Sentence Fic)

Pausing at the doorway you had been instructed to wait behind, you allow a hint of amused warning to colour your tone as you push into the space and call out, “If I come in there and you’re just lying there naked with your dick in your hand again then I’m going to be pissed.”

Eyes roving across the room, they were quick to settle on Heisenberg’s figure as he sat, fully dressed, on the edge of the bed with a long box clasped between his calloused hands.

“It’s yours,” he announced and the quiet confidence of his voice was tinged with something which was hard to place but it brought a curious smile to your lips as you gazed at the box, “if you want it.”

Releasing the latch of the box, you peek inside to see the most beautiful dagger you had ever laid eyes on within; the curved edge glinting in the low light and showcasing its danger even as you catch the sight of his house emblem branded into the metal just below something written in his looping script.

Running the pad of your thumb across the word as you meet his eyes in a heated glance, something unspoken passed between you as you take in the intimacy of having such a beautifully crafted dagger engraved with both his house and your name.

Lessons and Games

Taking careful aim with the small bolt, you flick it roughly in his direction but your aim is off enough to watch as the bolt misses his wide body and instead falls into the open cavity of the soldats chest which you have been watching Heisenberg painstakingly working on for the last two hours.

Grimacing as a loud growl ricochets through the workshop, you have a split second to react as his shoulders tighten in obvious irritation as he whirls in position to turn around and face you.

White teeth baring at you like an animal, the sharpness of his gaze makes a nervous giggle slip free of your lips as your feet clunk to the floor and you sprint towards the nearby door.

The sound of heavy footfalls from behind makes you squeal as you slam the metal door shut in your wake; a solid thud of a large body connecting with the suddenly closed door causing your lips to curl into a smirk as it is quickly followed up by an irritated roar.

The heat of the factory is oppressive as you run quickly through the corridors. The shirt and underwear combo which you had not seen fit to change since awaking this morning giving a little comfort as the swish of the material allows air to circulate around your almost naked frame.

“You are fucked when I catch you.”

A loud voice echoes through the corridors and you can feel him catching up to you as you both dance around to navigate the familiar floorplan.

“Promises, promises.” You yell back, the words devolving into a childish giggle as you look over your shoulder just in time to see him appear at the end of the room which you had just bolted through.

Reaching another long corridor, your attention is so focused on the man behind you that you fail to notice the large plate of sheet metal which is floating at his behest to appear before you until it is too late.

“Oof!” A loud grunt of pain escapes you as you bounce off the sheet metal and fall to the floor, completely winded as your arm wraps around your stomach. “Ouch.” You mutter softly.

“Well, well, well,” a familiar and decidedly mocking voice washes across you as a large figure comes to loom over your fallen frame, “looks like I caught you, kitten.”

“Cheater.” You accuse, staring up past his thick thighs and stomach to fix him with a chastising glare even as a scarred hand dips to wrap around your wrist and help you back to your feet.

“Bitch.” He hits back, a heated smirk matching the fire in his eyes as he quickly cages you against the corridor wall with his unyielding body. “You wanted me to chase you.”

His body is hot against your own and there is no denying the hard length which is pressing against your hip as he rocks against you.

“Maybe, maybe not.” You concede. “But here we are.”

Tilting his head down, he captures your lips within his own in a filthy kiss; the brim of his hat pushing against your hair as he devours your mouth and in your distracted state you allow him to lift you as he holds your arms out to the wall.

A sudden pressure of cool metal against your wrists alerts you to the fact that he has used his power to pinned you in place at the wrists and also just after the elbow.

“Are we playing a game?” You growl into his ear, pressing your shirt-covered chest against his own to entice him. In this position, you can do little more than remain on your tiptoes as you attempt to keep the pressure off your arms.

“Aren’t we always?”

Lifting your legs as though you weigh nothing, he was quick to spread your legs and pin your thighs against the wall; locking them in place with two ‘u’ shaped pieces of metal which was thick enough to support your weight and allow you to slide around slightly but also leave you spread wide and unable to close them.

“Mmm, I think I like this little game. What should we call it?”

The wet warmth of your core is apparent against your panties and the discomfort there makes you wiggle in position as you imagine how he’s going to 'punish’ you.

You hope it will be with his mouth.

“This game is called Stay.” He answers with a wicked grin; one which promises something truly devious on his part.

A sense of apprehension stabs at your chest.

“You wouldn’t.”

“I would and I have.” Heisenberg confirms, running a calloused finger across your lips as he tilts his head at your helpless position. “So hang on tight, kitten, and think about the awful things I’m going to do to you when I’m finished my work.”

“What if someone else comes by?” You ask, hating the desperation which has entered your tone as you writhe in position to test the strength of the unmovable metal.

Stroking his hand across the thin fabric of your panties, the actions forcing a low moan from your throat as he stimulates the heated flesh, his gaze is full of aroused amusement.

“Then I suggest you be a good girl and do whatever you can to make them happy. I’ll be back in one hour and then we’ll see just how sorry you are.”

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"You're such a bastard...but you're my bastard."

A particularly wicked smirk crossed his features at the admission and his hips rolled against your own harshly, the movement forcing his cock to bury itself even deeper within your aching cunt.

"Who said I'm yours? For all you know I have a collection of other shameless whores that I parade through this factory when your back is turned?"

Refusing to rise to the bait, you squeeze around him and the delicious pressure nets you a rough growl which drips from his lips like sweet necter.

"As if," you tease him openly as you continue to ride him with a gentle rocking motion, "do you expect me to believe that anyone else puts up with your bullshit like I do?"

His rough fingers dig in to the already bruised flesh of your hips and the small spark of pain takes your breath away as you drop a steadying hand to the thick mat of his salt-and-pepper chest hair.

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