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“Darling there’s something I wanted to ask you.”
You eye Chrollo carefully over the edge of your wine glass before tipping the last of the sweet, strawberry tasting liquid down your throat.
“Go on…”
“Would you like me to tie you up tonight?”
You nearly choke on your wine.
“Chrollo!” You hiss, “keep your voice down!” You look around at the rest of the couples dining around you, blushing furiously.
“I’m sorry my love, I forget how embarrassed you can get.” He takes your hand across the table and lowers his voice to a husky whisper. “I’ve been thinking about it for a while, and you just look so beautiful tonight.” He runs his thumb across your knuckles absentmindedly. “I want to please you baby, make you feel good.”
You’re blushing even harder now, Chrollo knew exactly how to charm and praise, and you melt every time.
“You’d look so good spread out on my bed, on display for me to touch and tease…”
You felt your body betray you, wetness gathering in your panties already. You had never done anything like that before, but you can’t deny your interest.
“Chrollo please… we’re in public.” You shift in your seat, feeling uncomfortably warm all of a sudden.
“I can’t help it darling, you look so beautiful, it’s all I can think about.”
“Well now I can’t stop thinking about it either.” You giggle a little, trying to break the tension by releasing Chrollo’s hand to grab your water glass, hoping he doesn’t notice you tremble.
“Well now, why don’t we both think about it over dinner and you can tell me what you decide on the way home hmm?”
“A- alright.” He calls over the waiter who pours you another glass of wine and takes your orders.
Dinner had been pleasant enough, the restaurant was incredibly expensive but Chrollo, ever the perfect gentleman, paid for everything.
You felt a little unsteady on your feet returning to the car, Chrollo's hand on the small of your back to steady you. The wine was delicious, and you indulged a bit more than usual, trying to calm your nerves.
You couldn’t deny how much the idea excited you, being restrained, completely at his mercy. You were nervous though, you knew your boyfriend did some shady business with even shadier friends, but he was always so sweet and considerate, he would never hurt you. And besides, deep down, you had always wanted something like this.
Fuck it.
“Chrollo…” you mused a few minutes into the drive, “about earlier…”
“Yes love?” His hand rested on your thigh, the other on the steering wheel.
You were suddenly shy. “I um- I think I’d like to try- the- being- what you said earlier.” You finished lamely, surely as bright red as your dress.
“That’s wonderful darling, I was hoping you would come around.” A gentle squeeze on your thigh prompted you to look over at him and he laughed. “Really sweetheart, with that blush you would think I was asking for a threesome.”
“Chrollo!”
Twenty minutes later you stand in front of the door to his apartment, your anxiety long gone. Instead, a warm, breathless feeling floods your body, making you almost dizzy with arousal.
Chrollo reaches into his pocket as you approach the door, pulling out a long strip of black fabric.
“Do you trust me, my love?” He asks gently, cupping your cheek in his hand.
You nod and he presses his lips to yours, intense and passionate, like he wants to devour you; and you know he will. He pulls away, smirking when you chase his lips shamelessly. He wraps the blindfold around your head, covering your eyes completely before tying it behind you.
The sudden darkness is disorienting and you feel yourself sway slightly before Chrollo takes your hand, leading you through the door. You had been to his apartment many times before, and knew your way around well, but combined with the blindfold and the wine, you could have been anywhere. Your heart is pounding, the thrill of what’s to come sends waves of heat to your core so strong they could almost knock you over.
Once the bedroom door is closed Chrollo wastes no time undressing you. He unzips your dress, pulling it down in one fluid motion before tossing it aside to join your coat and heels, closely followed by your bra.
Left only in your panties you instinctively move to cover yourself, not because you were cold - actually you felt very warm - but out of embarrassment.
You and Chrollo had slept together many times before, but always under the covers in the dark of night. Standing here in front of him, especially when you couldn’t see a thing, made you feel like he was seeing you naked for the first time all over again.
You shiver, feeling his hot breath in your ear.
“Don’t be shy now darling… we’re just getting started.”
Slowly you lower your arms to your sides. His voice is intoxicating, and his touch burns when he maneuvers you over to the bed. Your entire world flips horizontal as he lays you down, the dizzy feeling lingering longer than you would expect.
Chrollo’s weight shifts off the bed and you feel soft leather cuffs wrap around your wrists, tugging your arms above your head and connecting to the headboard with a click.
Your heart is pounding loud enough that you swear your whole body moves with each beat. You can already tell that your panties are a lost cause, they’ve been soaked from the moment you left the restaurant and the sudden restraint of your arms kicks everything into high gear.
A hand grabs your ankle and you yelp with surprise, earning a chuckle from Chrollo as he secures it to the corner of the bed. Your other ankle follows swiftly and suddenly you’re totally exposed, legs spread wide. You give a little experimental tug on your bindings, trying to close your legs but it’s no use. You’re completely at his mercy. The feeling is heady, intoxicating, your head swims with arousal and it feels like your skin is on fire.
“Well, what do you think of my handiwork? Not quite as creative as yours but I think we can make it work.”
Your brain is slow to catch up, bogged down with arousal and wine. What did he mean we?
“This will do nicely.”
Your blood runs ice cold. The voice off to your left doesn’t belong to Chrollo.
It belongs to Feitan.
You had met him only once, following behind Chrollo like a silent shadow. He was in charge of obtaining information - by any means necessary. Oppressive, menacing aura radiated off of him, making your chest clench with fear - but his eyes drew you in. Dark purple and glittering with something that could only be described as malice - he had checked you out brazenly, eyes moving leisurely up and down the lines of your body in a way that made your heart race.
You immediately start to struggle, writhing helplessly on the bed and testing your restraints once again, to no avail. You were trapped.
“What? I- What is he doing here? I don’t-“ Chrollo cuts you off with a kiss, stroking your face gently.
“Shhh, it’s alright darling, I invited him.”
“But-“
“It’s okay, don’t worry. We just want to have a little fun alright? We’ll take care of you, make you feel good, how does that sound?”
You sense rather than see Feitan approach from the other side. He runs a very cold finger down from your wrist, looping over your shoulder to settle on your collarbone, goosebumps following in his wake.
“I am very good at what I do.” His halting, raspy voice is right in your ear now, making you shiver.
“Don’t you… hurt people?” You try - and fail - to keep the tremor out of your voice. His hand drifts lower, palming your breast.
“I do. But not always. Pain is not the only way to make a pretty girl scream.” He twists your nipple, not too hard, but enough to make his point. You whimper in response and Feitan actually giggles, a strange, almost girlish laugh, but still rough and sharp, like it was catching in his throat.
They’re both touching you now, Chrollo's hands caressing your waist and hips, occasionally brushing across the front of your panties, making you whine. Feitan’s cold hands massage your breasts, pinching and rolling your nipples between his fingers - testing your reactions.
The stimulation was too much and not enough at the same time, you were practically delirious with want, your skin hot and feverish. The feeling of two sets of hands on your body was enough to make your head spin and your pussy clench with need.
Chrollo’s lips find your pulse point, just beneath your jaw, kissing and nipping at the sensitive skin.
“Let us make you feel good sweetheart,” he purrs into your skin. “I know you want this, I can almost smell how wet you are. What do you say, hmm? Let us take care of you.”
Your heart is pounding and you know he isn’t wrong. As much as you hate to admit it, the way he’s teasing and coercing you is only turning you on more. Feitan is between your legs now, rubbing circles higher and higher on your inner thighs, getting so close to where you need to be touched.
You feel yourself nodding before you even realize the decision you’ve made. “Yes,” you breathe, “please I-“
Chrollo’s lips crash into yours - all tongue and teeth, swallowing the end of your sentence. He’s not as gentle this time, his tongue seeking entry into your mouth, his teeth nipping at your bottom lip. You feel his mouth curve into a smile against your lips.
“See that wasn’t so hard was it?” He pulls back, resting his hand on your throat, not squeezing quite yet. “I told you we didn’t need the aphrodisiac, Fei. Look at her, practically begging for us already, aren’t you darling?”
He kisses you again but you’re much less compliant this time. He drugged you?
You try to fight, sealing your lips shut, refusing him, but Chrollo is faster. His hand on your throat squeezes hard and you gasp reflexively, opening your mouth without thinking about the consequences. By the time he pulls back you’re dizzy from lack of oxygen.
“Wha- you drugged me?” You splutter incredulously, still breathing hard.
“More fun this way.” Feitan grunts from between your legs, his hands ghosting over your soaked cunt, still covered by your panties. “More…” he pauses and you swear you can hear him grin, “… sensitive.” The touch is feather light, his thumb just barely brushing over your swollen clit, but it’s enough.
You arch into his hand without even thinking, an obscene, keening whine pulling itself from your lips. His touch starts a chain reaction, your body suddenly so heavy with need that it’s almost painful. Suddenly it doesn't matter that you’ve been drugged. It doesn’t matter that you’ve been tricked. All that matters to you now is that there aren’t nearly enough hands on your body.
“Please… please I need more…” you pant, delirious with need. Feitan’s thumb brushes over your clit again, slowly this time, every millimeter sending sparks shooting through you.
You whine again, nearly sobbing. Your back bows, hips thrusting up. Chasing his touch, desperate for more friction. Chrollo tuts softly.
“Oh look at you, pathetic little thing. Are you that desperate?” His voice is sweeter than sin, covering his cruel words like a trap you’re happy to fall into. You short circuit, Chrollo’s words only feeding the fire of your delirium.
Feitan tugs upward at the lacy edge of your panties, the fabric pressing into your clit. Not enough to soothe the ache, but enough to make you writhe under his touch.
“Beg.” He spits, hands hovering just out of reach.
Something in you breaks. Words fall from you in no particular order;
“Please- yes- I need- more- again- yes- please!”
“Good girl.” Chrollo croons in your ear, kissing his way down your neck, leaving red marks in his wake. You’re still babbling when cool air meets your burning heat. Feitan shreds your panties with his nails like tissue paper, the flimsy fabric discarded like an afterthought.
“Hold still now sweetheart.” Chrollo murmurs. His lips descend on yours as Feitan finally grants you some relief. His fingers tease at your entrance, playing with your slick folds. He gives you an inch, then takes it back. Another finger. Another inch, back again. You buck your hips into his touch, thrashing and full on crying with need.
With a hiss Chrollo’s teeth bite down on your lower lip. “I said, hold still.” His hand splays across your lower stomach, forcing your hips back down, and holding you there, forcing you to take what you’re given. No negotiating. No compromising.
Completely pinned now, Feitan slides two fingers all the way inside, then back out. And again. With the aphrodisiac coursing through your veins you nearly come apart right then and there but you quickly realize that Chrollo is right, Feitan knows exactly what he’s doing.
His long fingers move painfully slowly, touching you impossibly deep and then dragging back out, over and over and over. Time becomes irrelevant, your entire world reduced down to the obscene sounds coming from you as Feitan systematically breaks you open on his fingers.
The air is punctured by your pants and moans as you climb higher and higher. All the while Chrollo murmurs a steady stream of filth into your ear, his lips grazing your neck.
“Such pretty sounds you’re making for us. You like being helpless like this? You like being Fei’s little plaything, right angel? You’ll take exactly what he gives you, nothing more and nothing less. That’s what good girls are for, yes?”
You nod pathetically, tears streaming down your face. You start to beg, quietly, shamefully.
“Please… please… pleasepleaseplease…” murmuring it over and over like a prayer.
One of them must have taken pity on you because Feitan finally starts to curl his fingers, pressing up into you in earnest. You clamp down immediately, feeling your high approaching fast but you falter, pleasure bleeding over into pain when he digs his nails into the soft flesh of your thigh.
“Not yet.” He rasps, the edge of his voice hard and mean.
He curls his fingers again; brutal and precise, over and over, steadily getting faster. Chrollo’s lips find yours, capturing every cry and whine you make like little trophies.
You’re barely holding on, spiraling higher and higher into oblivion, so obscenely close to the edge when Feitan’s voice cuts through the noise;
“Break for me.”
Heat sears through you; white hot and blinding. You shatter around his fingers, clenching and convulsing again and again as the waves of pleasure crash over you. Wild, untamed sounds force their way out of your throat as your frayed nerves sing with relief.
Chrollo’s voice keeps you anchored, whispering sweet praises into your ear. You start to come down, breath shaking. Suddenly you feel Feitan’s breath fan hot across your still throbbing clit.
You snap your head up, as if you could see him. What starts as a protest in your throat quickly becomes a scream when the warmth of his mouth closes over you, flicking his tongue in earnest across your clit. The pleasure is unbearable, bordering on pain and you get the feeling Feitan prefers it that way.
His fingers still curl up into you, pressing into that spot that makes you see stars. Chrollo’s hand holds you steady, pinning your hips down as Feitan sucks on your clit in earnest, his tongue gliding across the sensitive bud in a way that breaks you like you never thought possible.
The second orgasm comes fast and brutal, no time to catch your breath or ask for permission, it rips through you like a cyclone. This time, your screams echo around the room, Chrollo’s mouth no longer there to guide you back to the ground. Your vision turns white, even behind the blindfold. Slowly, you remember how to breathe, the waves of pleasure fading into a dull hum in the background.
You feel lips return to yours, different this time; they’re smaller, surprisingly gentle - almost shy, and you can taste yourself on them.
Your eyelids glow with the soft light in the room as your blindfold is removed. Feitan’s face swims into view as you blink your eyes open, his eyes glint mischievously, lips flushed and wet with your slick. His mouth curves into a smile.
“Knew you sound pretty when you scream.” Comes the halting confession. It takes you a second to realize that he means this as a compliment, and a genuine one at that.
Feitan extends his hand; not to you, but to Chrollo, who leans forward. Your mouth falls open in shock as he takes Feitan’s fingers into his mouth, the same ones that glisten with your release. He licks them clean, savoring the taste of your juices on the hand of another man. Chrollo grins, relishing the gobsmacked look on your face as he disappears from view.
Before you have time to completely process what just happened, Feitan leans in close, lips brushing against your ear. “Wonder if you’re pretty when you cry too.”
Your heart thrums in your chest, every one of his words goes straight to your core, still tight with need thanks to the drugged wine. The feeling of fingers tapping your outer thigh forces you to drag your eyes from Feitan and look down.
“Ahh, there she is.” Chrollo beams down at you from his new position between your legs. “Eyes on me now angel.” You realize what’s happening just a split second too late - not that you could have done anything about it anyway. The head of his cock parts your folds, slipping past that first ring of resistance with a gentle push.
Your eyes roll back as Chrollo bottoms out, his thick cock splitting you open. Even with the orgasms you’ve already had, the stretch is intense, making you shudder as he grinds into you. A low groan escapes him, and Feitan snickers.
“That good?”
Chrollo shoots him a sharp look. “Be patient, you’ll get your turn.”
He pulls his hips back and thrusts into you, taking his time, letting you feel every inch. Chrollo sets a torturously slow pace, fucking you almost lazily. But still, your body hums with pleasure. Every drag of his cock on your walls sends sparks shooting through you, not enough to take you anywhere but enough to tease mercilessly.
Desperate, high pitched sounds leave your mouth in ragged gasps every time Chrollo grinds the head of his cock against your cervix, stealing your breath with each thrust.
Meanwhile, Feitan amuses himself with the rest of your body; pinching, licking, and biting you in every sensitive spot he can find; your nipples, your neck, your hipbones. You can tell that this is his art form, experimenting and analyzing reactions, then using what he’s learned to exact the most pain and/or pleasure possible. A cold shiver runs down your spine - fear and anticipation in one - when you think about what will happen when you’re at his mercy.
Chrollo’s rhythm shifts, not thrusting into you as deeply anymore but instead taking smaller, faster strokes - nudging at that soft spongy spot inside you that the aphrodisiac has made all the more sensitive.
The orgasm starts to build, a slow twist in your core that gets more intense by the second. Chrollo sees - and feels - the change inside you. He brings one hand down to the crease in your thighs, spreading you open while lazily brushing your clit with his thumb. His touch is electric and you’re so sensitive that it pushes you to the brink almost immediately.
“I bet that feels good, doesn’t it sweetheart?”
Chrollo looks down at you through half lidded eyes, a positively lecherous smile painted across his face. You can’t even complete a word, much less a sentence. All that comes out of your mouth is whining breathy moans, punctuated by little stuttering gasps of yes! and please! and more!
The circles Chrollo has been slowly winding around your clit turn fast and mean, just as Feitan’s mouth closes over one of your nipples, his sharp teeth scraping across the sensitive bud. You bite your lip, tasting blood as you try to hold back a scream from overstimulation.
“Ah ah ah,” Chrollo scolds, landing a swift slap on your thigh. “No holding back now, we want to hear all the pretty sounds you make.”
He slams into you harder now, pistoning his hips into that same delicious spot over and over and over again. His fingers falter as he chases his own release and Feitan takes over for him wordlessly, rubbing unfair little circles on your clit with his expert fingers. You can feel yourself being dragged off the edge, unraveling like a spool of ribbon. Sounds that used to be words tumble out of your mouth, one after another.
It hits you like lightning - Chrollo’s hips shift just so and Feitan’s fingers stroke you just right - and you shatter, back arching as much as your restraints will let you. You clamp down hard, your walls fluttering around Chrollo who bites back a curse. His release follows a few seconds later, spilling into you with a low groan.
For a moment everything is blissfully quiet, save for your labored breathing and something resembling a giggle from Feitan. Chrollo rests his head in the crook of your neck, pressing gentle kisses to the dark purple marks he left behind, now covered in a thin sheen of sweat.
“My perfect girl,” he murmurs into your skin. “Are you alright? Do you need any water?”
You nod, throat too wrecked to form words. Chrollo eases out of you, a little whimper escapes you as he does - you’re still oversensitive from the drugged wine, although it’s faded considerably. Chrollo tips small sips of water into your mouth, careful not to give you too much. The cool liquid soothes your throat enough that you manage to croak out a “thank you.”
“Of course my love,” his voice is syrupy sweet, “after all, you'll need it.”
Your brain moves like molasses, struggling to keep up with the implications of Chrollo’s words.
“What do you-”
And then the world turns upside down.
In your blissed out state you hadn’t noticed Feitan unfastening the cuffs on your ankles, but his intentions become abundantly clear when his arms brace your hips and he flips you 180 degrees in one fluid motion. Your arms are still tied tight above your head, fixed to the center of the headboard. Chrollo lovingly adjusts the bindings to make you a bit more comfortable - although he’s clearly enjoying himself, watching your confusion and distress with an amused smile.
Feitan nudges your knees apart with his own and presses a hand down on your lower back, forcing you to arch for him.
You whimper quietly, shame and fear and arousal all in one. All of a sudden you feel something wet slide down your inner thigh and you know what it is immediately. Chrollo’s release is dripping out of you now, hot and thick, painting the sheets below. You blush harder than ever, while Chrollo laughs - absolutely delighted.
Feitan is… less amused.
A low growl comes from the back of his throat, coming forward into a snarl.
SMACK!
The crack of his hand meeting the flesh of your ass is blindingly painful and you choke out a gasp.
“Making a mess.”
SMACK!
The gasp turns into a sob.
“You’ll regret that.”
SMACK!
Tears roll down your cheeks. Chrollo just looks on, amused, even as your eyes beg him to intervene. Heat rushes south as you brace for impact, silently relishing the way your skin burns under his hands.
But the pain never comes. Instead, you feel the blunt head of Feitan’s cock split you open, sliding in with ease and bottoming out so deep it makes your head spin.
He starts to thrust, pulling himself almost all the way out, then forcing back in, making you take every inch over and over. The tip of his cock grinds against your cervix, almost like he’s testing its resistance. Sharp pain blooms in your pelvis when he hits it just so and you lurch forward instinctively.
Feitan’s hand is in your hair before you can blink, yanking your head up and back, impaling you even further. You’re eye to eye with Chrollo now, mewling desperately as Fei starts to fuck into you harder. You cry out on every thrust; so oversensitive and still needy for release.
“Is it too much darling? Is he being too rough with you?” Chrollo’s voice is all honey and sin, thick with condescension. He smiles at you, soaking in every detail; the marks on your neck, the bounce of your breasts, every little whine and moan that slips out of your lips.
Feitan’s grip on your hips tightens, his sharp nails digging into your soft flesh - finding purchase there - as he ruts into you harder. You make a string of sounds that might resemble words, too far gone with pleasure to care.
“Look at you,” Chrollo murmurs, “needy little thing. Messy too.” He swipes his thumb across your bottom lip, smearing the bead of drool that gathered there across your cheek.
You’re fucked dumb, absolutely no coherent thoughts other than yes - more - harder. Chrollo’s sweet, sinful words fuel the fire that builds in your core, while Feitan pushes you higher and higher, fucking into you mercilessly. The head of his cock slams against your cervix over and over, forcing a scream out of you.
“Shut up and take it.” Feitan snarls, between ragged panting breaths. He releases your hair, bringing both of his hands to your hips, forcing your back to bow even further. The angle changes, his cock pummeling into that soft spot deep inside that makes you melt. Your moans turn high pitched and breathy as your orgasm bears down on you like a freight train. Chrollo notices immediately, bringing his hand to your jaw, steadying you.
“Such a good little toy for us, hmm?” He looks at you, cold and calculating as you fall apart. “That’s it, let me hear you.”
Chrollo’s voice sparks the dynamite and a second later you detonate, fluttering walls clamping down on Feitan’s cock. He fucks you through the aftershocks, hips snapping into yours like a piston until he finds his release, burying himself to the hilt with a shuddering gasp.
For a moment nobody moves, then Chrollo pulls you forward onto his chest, bringing Feitan with you as you all collapse into a pile of sweat and limbs. You whimper quietly, coming down from your high and back into your body. Chrollo smooths your hair, murmuring soft, sweet words that don’t reach your ears yet.
Feitan’s breath fans across your skin. He presses a kiss to the nape of your neck and pulls out of you with a groan. Shuffling around the side of the bed he makes quick work of your restraints, rubbing your wrists gently as he releases you.
As soon as you’re free, Chrollo pulls you into his lap, letting you lean your full weight on him. He feeds you sips of water slowly, whispering praise all the while.
“You did so well sweetheart… Looked so beautiful coming apart for us… My perfect girl…”
It takes you a few minutes to come back to earth. Chrollo has you crushed into his chest, arms wrapped around you like a shield. You can hear Feitan in the background running a bath and finding you some food.
“Mad at you.” You grumble, somewhat awkwardly, your face buried in the crook of Chrollo’s neck.
He chuckles, deep and warm. “I know darling, I’m sorry I tricked you.” He hesitates, shifting so that he can see your face. “But you had fun, yes?”
You turn beet red and bite your lip to hide a smile. “Maybe just a little.”