The first lover

You moaned as Richard dug in to his hearts content, laying heated kisses on your pale flesh, resulting in you forgetting about your previous plan. You didn't see it, but you did feel it; that pleased smirk as the infinitesimal distance between the two of you was closed not by him but rather you in an subconscious need to feel more of that addictingly pleasant feeling.

"That's it." Hoarse sounding whispers, that is just barely audible, encouraged as strong hands kneaded at your immense rump through thick layers of cloth "That's it sweet thing, just let it go and be pleased."

The thought that such pleasures wouldn't simply be so selfishly monopolized and rather spread around was such a tantalizing carrot to dangle that it nearly made you submit, but a small lance of bitter hatred twisted itself in your chest which snapped you back to lucidity. You clenched your bound hands into a fist as an indignant rage bubbled from your core to head.

Plans of how you could possibly escape this came and went, brute forcing your way out was certainly not an option and neither would your previous idea of **** be as well.

You tugged at your other arm experimentally and found, much to your displeasure, that it wouldn't budge either. The limb was bound tightly to your side by a well-muscled arm groping you close by the waist, your stupor likely having been taken advantage of to prevent you from acting out and it was a shame to say that it worked.

So you opted for a different solution.

"Agh! You're so delicate koby, I wouldn't mind doing this all day with you." He groaned, littering more of his love along your jawline before clicking his tongue in irritation when his lips grazed by your addictingly smooth skin. He tried again and found himself scowling when the same result occured whilst you, on the other hand, grinned victoriously, wiggling as much as possible within his grasp and deriving petty enjoyment from the fact that you were making this difficult for him.

but what you didn't realize was that this decision was to your detriment as well, and when you did?—

Richard panted as he separated himself from your neck with no small amount of hesitance, looking as if he had just hauled tons of cargo all day with how deliriously out of it the man appeared while grasping your chin. You froze, heart beat skipping as understanding of what's about to happen dawned on you.

— it was too late.

"No please... Not that!" You whined pathetically, but against someone so determined so completely stake their claim? Such protest proved terribly ineffective as Richard closed in on you.

In retrospect you should have begun thrashing wildly in a mad flail to prevent what was coming, but muted shock was a devastating companion to fear. Especially in a scenario such as this.

And then it happened.

Your knees buckled at some invisible weight, finding it extremely difficult to stand all of a sudden while your thoughts screeched to a sudden halt, the only reason you didn't drop down to your knees right then and there from the shock was due to the fact that you're being held up by another's arms whilst the owner of said limbs deepened the new connection between the two of you.

It took a few moments to register exactly where, to your rising horror, said connection was upon. You were being kissed, square on lips.

The audacity—

`No!" Was your immediate reaction to this turn of events, struggles renewing with newfound strength as your stunned faculties rapidly awoke. "I don't want this I don't want this I don't!"

Your mind was a rapid fire of misshapen and panicked jargon with the only thing being constant was the hasted need to rebel as much as you can, though the results were minimal at best with the adrenaline coursing your harassers veins at the sheer excitement of this development and so the gap in strength had never been more apparent than it is now between you two.

You felt a chilling dread creep across the goosebumps on your skin while thoughts of denial began to stray further into the incomprehensible the longer the kiss went on.

"No, no no—NO!" You shook your head, though the motions were difficult as the hand holding onto your lower cheeks rose to gently but firmly grasp the back of your head, both of you now twisting and turning in unison in an effort to seek more of that passionate feeling, though you would never admit to being an active participant of such affair.

Alas, no was a word that is beginning to lose its meaning with how much it kept repeating like a broken mantra, and it didn't help that the lust you had initially felt from your oppressor with each peck that met your body melted away to hold such a passion that almost made you swoon, the feeling only being elevated by a generous use of a notably skilled tongue.

A jolt, and a muffled moan filled the silence, there was an effort to resist but the breadth of experience was too wide of a chasm to possibly surmount and soon you submitted from within, letting his tongue roll and twist over your own. Too helpless and dumbfounded to fight back at the overwhelming feeling of being broken down, only to be built back up and then broken all over.

This was a kiss? It couldn't be, it had no right to be this good. The oral ministrations sent electric currents arcing all the way down to the rest of your entirety, buzzing your nerves alive with almost orgasmic activity, and as your sensibilities began to fade away the dizzying sensations suddenly ended, leaving you feeling so torturously empty — like a part of you had been silently gouged out in that instant of separation.

"Wah- whuh?" Slurred stammering was your response to what had just happened. Disbelief mixing with the thin veneer of arousal that made your eyes roll with how light-headed you felt. "That... That was so..."

"Good?" Richard supplied, grinning with wry amusement at how awestruck you appeared to be "Intense? Well there's more where that came from."

He chuckled, his licentious expression a touch more serious as he considered you with those dark, almost smoldering eyes which only grew in pleased intensity when he inexplicably let go of the grip over your wrist and caught you instinctively reaching out towards his departing palm before your breath stilled in realization, the attempt shyly aborted right after.

"Be at ease koby, we both know you want this, and I do as well. There's no shame in that. Just give in, I swear I'll treat you right."

Large, heavy hands fell upon your pants waist-belt, as if punctuating his sentence, and tugged, though not quite forcing them down.

Yet.