The bed was full of Marvel's scent. It wasn't perfume or anything like that. It was the body soap and shampoo he used that remained there. Despite his prideful demeanor and intimidating aura, the place he always slept in smelled very calm.
I was still in a vulnerably prone position when he unbuttoned my suit from behind, taking off my top in a highly knowledgeable manner, the fabric slipped away from both my wrists. The surface he traced with both of his hands, the fingers curiously grazed upon my sensitive spots, making me frantic, and I couldn't do anything but swallow every provocation.
My belt had been unbuckled, my shirt had been a mess. The anxious creases on my brows deepened along with no doubt that Marvel was going to pull my remaining clothes away.
"Only... me?" I asked, stealing a glimpse at Marvel who was busy peeling off my garments one by one, and yet he was still covered in a neat suit.
He paused and returned my glance and soon he was aware I protested at the unfairness, despite my dismay. Watching my expression, his eyes softened as his lips formed a smile.
"I can remind you again, but this is the last time I forgive you for being unaware of your place."
Elevating primal fear, I got a feeling that what Marvel was going to say would likely make my position even worse.
"You're mine, so all you need to do is to obey me."
Tossing away hesitation, Marvel took off the remaining clothes on me as he spoke. The words as powerful as the acts and I tensed up, knowing what would happen in the near future. For some reason, I could tell by the way he looked at me; there was this gaze that claimed to mean my whole being as his ultimate possession that if I denied, I would never know what the owner could do.
Once again, fear found me. It spoke to me in its cackling voice, telling my legs to go weak, my stomach to lurch, and my heart to ache. I was once told that there was nothing to fear but fear itself, but still, I couldn't silence its disturbing noise.
I repeatedly told myself that fear was simply brain chemicals, the signal appeared to warn me, and then I had to analyze the situation as I may without it. I tried to imagine it from the outside, as if it were a movie and not real life, so I could remind myself what my role should do, helping me to make a better scenario.
"You already look like this when I haven't even started," Marvel changed the topic, noticing the switch in my appearance. "Will you really be okay?" He chuckled, knowing what was happening and what was following.
"T-this is my first time..." Although my voice was shaking, I gathered my strength to continue, "with another man."
"Hmm... " he hummed in a low tone, unsurprised. "Obviously, I could tell as much," he rendered a kind smile. So kind, almost strange. "I could tell as I'm the only man who can do this to you."
At a loss for words, I hid my face behind my messy bangs, covering the flushed cheeks, though, the atmosphere didn't affect Marvel at all. Unflinching determination, he casually lifted my hips, so effortless, with a single touch of his palm pressing my back to arch, and I gasped in anticipation, my hands clenching against the bed beneath me.
The fear pushed me like a pillow over my face. Enough air getting by it, allowing my body to keep functioning, but I was crippling all the same. I sensed, I moved, I talked like I always did, but my insides were dying slowly.
"Asta," Marvel called my name and I flinched, slowly glancing at him through the gaps of my bangs. When our eyes finally met, he smiled again. "You need to stop biting your lip or else it will bleed."
It required only his fingers to touch my chin and I would act at his bidding; lifting my head, letting him rub my bruised lip with his thumb.
"Look at what you've done," he hissed under his breath, disliking what he saw. "From now on, you're not allowed to hurt yourself."
I was hesitant at first, but ignoring my confusion, I nodded in the end.
The silence hung in the air for a while, cold and stiff. When Marvel finally removed his fingers from me, I turned my head back to the front, as if to flee from his gaze.
"Asta, where's your correct answer?"
I snapped inside, realizing the alteration in Marvel's ego. He was waiting, I made him wait, and he didn't let my mistake slide easily. When I returned to him again, his gaze was telling me that he wanted more connection, or it was me, or in fact, it was both of us.
"Y... Yes, Sir..."
My quivering voice floated in the air, thin and translucent, but it was enough to cause the smile to bloom on Marvel's face.
"Good boy."
He grabbed a lubricant from the drawer next to the bed, lightly squeezing the tube to take out the oily substance inside and pouring it onto my butt. I was startled by the coldness of that sticky fluid running down my thighs.
"So plump and soft," he expressed an admiration, yet with a rather flat tone, fondling my ass cheeks nonchalantly.
In distress to process the sequence of his movements, I gasped when he put his middle finger into my ass to start it all.
"Sir, n-not there..." I groaned frantically, trying to get away but futile when he already gripped my waist to stay still.
"Didn't you say this is your first time? You should adapt with anal penetration in advance," he explained, guiding me on how to do it.
I gulped hard. That long and sturdy finger was inside me that I clenched tightly and all I could feel was an unusual prickling pain. Marvel rubbed around expertly, in no time making it loose and slippery, as if nature concurred with his lead. I tugged backward, nearly screaming when he suddenly shoved another finger in.
I didn't sense hesitation when he put his fingers into that place, without any protection. The squelching noise his fingers created was from the excessive liquid he used, making me whimper along the way.
"S-Sir... I... I'm scared..." I finally said the truth, but rather than a response, I heard laughter, and it was Marvel never intended to make everything easy for me.
I could feel the fear surrounding my system. Perhaps, it only wanted to shield me. It was a decent effort to defend, but not enough to defeat the actual danger. By all means, I masked my fear from others, yet I could never lie to myself.
Fear is either good or bad, all situational.
If I neglected my vulnerable self for the chance of bravery, then it would be the worst.
"Ah-" I choked in shock, then my legs started to tremble uncontrollably. I tried to use all my intelligence to identify my condition, but my common senses were simply lacking in capacity.
"Is it here?" Marvel asked, smirking in a way I couldn't understand. "Does here feel different?"
For an unknown reason, he sounded quite satisfied, and I knew something bad was approaching. I thought of a way to escape it, demanding my course to create the right direction so I wouldn't get trapped in his circle.
Too late... It was already far too late to get out now.
"No wonder you look like you're feeling it. This spot inside you is so sensitive toward the slightest touch," Marvel concluded, finding this place I didn't even know existed. "How does your first prostate massage feel?"
My entire body shuddered as he kept teasing me, now my inside becoming weird. It was surprisingly amazing how I felt my genital was continuously seduced without being touched at all, and I didn't want to know how he did it.
But, unlike what I had expected he would go all the way roughly, I was surprised by his movement which was rather slow and patient, as if he wanted me to feel safe and good on my first time.
Safe... I wasn't sure of that one.
I had been in the underground world for years and I had seen and heard worse, so I didn't expect something gentle from the treat of the Mafia. But, when Marvel held me with such careful handling, I noticed he was probably, even for a little, being considerate.
Or so I thought.
"Asta," Marvel husked, coming to my ear before continuing. "Take a deep breath," he notified in a serious whisper.
I tried to comprehend the meaning behind his order, it was when he aligned his crotch to my ass, that I knew what would follow after the warning.
"Sir, w-wait!" I managed to pause the momentum. "Are you sure not to put on any-"
I pushed the bed and slightly rose, complaining, yet incapable to finish my sentence when Marvel shoved the back of my head, and I slumped down face-first to the bed again. This time, my motion was firmly locked.
"S-Sir?!" I called out, gripping the bedsheets that started to get crumpled with my nail marks.
"Isn't it funny how you're worried about that now?" Marvel chuckled in a low voice, as if murmuring to himself.
My loud heartbeat brutally knocked my chest, but what bothered me more was the rattling noise of Marvel's trousers. The thing inside them was already bent high; I figured out when his rock-hard cock was smoothly gliding in between my ass cheeks to smear its surface with the lubricant. I still vaguely remembered the size when it was in my mouth, and no matter how good he prepared me, I believed something that big would hardly fit.
"N-no... Agh!!" I groaned in surprise, clenching against the blanket that turned to disarray.
When such a thing was forced into me, I shivered with indescribable pain. I was sure it wouldn't go in with one thrust, but somehow it did. From the moment Marvel teased my prostate with his fingers, I felt like I almost lost it if I didn't grasp my composure.
But, as I had said before, it was already too late.