I came back when the sky had already been painted in the hue of charcoal, my shadow turning gauzy under the lampposts. I walked through the mansion front yard, my steps becoming heavier as I felt tired, cold sweats starting to rise on my pale skin.
Today was one busy day in the company, and working overtime had completely drained my energy.
"Boss, your tie is crooked."
I heard Gilbert's voice as soon as I stepped into the parlor and halted when I saw Marvel was also there, letting Gilbert fix his tie. His silver tie was the contrast on his black suit, attracting me immediately because it made him look so dashing, even from afar.
I shifted my focus to his face. He was standing in front of Gilbert, so closely facing each other. I saw no awkwardness even though it was just the two of them in the room.
Marvel touched Gilbert's forehead while asking if he was okay since he looked rather pale. Gilbert said it was because of slight fatigue, not fever. I watched them talking in a relaxed tone and language, I was even shown to Marvel's gentle smile I rarely saw.
"Take care of your health, Gill," Marvel asked, a bit demanding.
"Said someone who never allows me to take a break," Gilbert hissed under his breath, finding the request funny.
"Don't get sick. Can you just not get sick for me?" This time, Marvel was desperate.
"You talked like a villain, Boss," Gilbert said in a flat tone, making Marvel laugh.
"My bad, I'm simply useless without you."
"Aren't you a sweet talker? Flattery will get you nowhere."
"No way. I'm being totally serious."
I was standing unmoved in silence. Somehow, the scenery seemed familiar to me and I didn't realize the grip in my hands had created deep nail marks.
Saying what he said to me to someone else, making someone else do what he always made me do...
It is, unless if "someone else" here is not Gilbert, but me.
The smile on Marvel's face was the last thing I saw before I dashed to my room. I locked the door, throwing my body to the bed.
I turned my head and looked at the window as I heard the noise of something falling upon the roof; water dripping, creating some wet dots on the surface. I frowned. A swear slithered past my lips.
When the heavy rain suddenly falls, I always have this kind of feeling that something unpleasant is about to happen.
"This is the worst..."
***
The intensity of the rain that was falling tonight was high. Such humidity was the least of my favorite, the damp air inside the mansion making me uncomfortable. Unlike Marvel's bedroom, the noise outside couldn't be heard in his office, therefore it was strange to see so much water crashing against the pavement, but not hearing any sound at all.
"You're warm," Marvel said to me, lifting my chin with his fingers. "Were you drinking while I was away?"
He put his thumb into my mouth, caressing my tongue that smelled like liquor. As I was sitting on the floor in between his legs, he was on his chair, eyes squinting down to watch my gesture. At this point, he was right. It was the first time for me to approach him when he was still in the middle of working.
"Look at you, rushing all the way here offering a blowjob even if you know I'm busy."
He brushed the bangs that covered my face while I was pulling out his limp cock. I used my tongue to lick and my lips to suck. As it got bigger and harder by the provocation, the tip reached my throat, and he was staring at my mouth moving it in and out.
Now, I might have a clue what Marvel is thinking every time he stares at my lips.
The shortest needle of the clock pointed at three. Marvel was on his desk when I came to his office wearing only a piece of bathrobe after taking a warm shower. The alcohol was just a camouflage to get his sympathy; surely I wouldn't let myself get literally drunk while doing a mission.
I stole a glance at him and he was still scribbling above the pile of papers, almost uninterested in my presence.
"Now that I'm already here like this, are you just going to ignore me?"
Now when I think about it, Marvel won't notice me if I don't provoke him first. Many people search for his attention, but he doesn't seem to really care.
If I could gain his liking and trust, I might be chosen to stay by his side...
"I see. So, you won't be satisfied unless you have me all for yourself."
As I was sulking, Marvel finally turned at me, a thin smirk adorning his face and I looked away to flee from his gaze.
He put his pen on the table and hunched over to get closer to me. His hand slipped into my bathrobe and he caressed my shoulder that was wet and sleeky of my soaked hair, swarming the fragrance of cashmere. The bathrobe fell, exposing my bare chest.
"Tell me. Are you jealous of someone?" He asked, his voice demanding.
"I... I'm not," I lied.
"There's no need to lie. You want me, right?"
He was right.
The excess of transparent fluid dripping from my glans and Marvel knew what was going on to my body; the reason I became like that just by sucking him must be that I desperately wanted him. He saw right through me and somehow, I couldn't turn my thoughts into sound.
"Since you're getting better at this, should I give you a reward?" He said, rubbing my puffy cheek with his knuckles.
With an early hint of surrender, I shifted my eyes to him and he reciprocated with a smirking gaze, almost sneering toward my weakly-built defense, crumbly even. Alongside contemptuous grin, he pulled then shoved me to his desk, and I was forced to lie on my front, hanging on its edge. He traced my back with his fingers as he ground me down from behind and I shuddered throughout the process.
"Sir, I... I have not loosened there yet..."
With eyes and voice as if pleading, I husked shyly. Shaky, shallow breath, I curled above the table that felt cold for my naked chest, my bathrobe and I had been a mess.
"Why? Did you do it on purpose knowing I don't have lubricants in my office?"
"N-no... That's not what I- Hng?!"
A loud gasp restrained in my throat after an unexpected outcome. I felt Marvel's cock sliding in between my ass cheeks, aligning toward the entrance and soon I knew what I had gotten myself into.
"Sir, w-wait-"
"Wait, you said? You couldn't even wait obediently."
Ignoring my reason and just like that, Marvel went all the way thrusting his cock into that place.
"It hurts! S-stop," I cried out, overwhelmed by the pain.
"Aren't you the one who came to me? You should have prepared this much, if anything," Marvel scowled, offended by my cowardly reaction.
My stomach colliding with the edge of the desk as he was repeatedly thrusting against my back, causing the papers beneath me to turn to disarray. I bit my lower lip to divert the pain, yet it was another pain, only making me shiver with an unpleasant sensation.
"For someone who has to obey me, you're quite rebellious, aren't you? Always doing as you please, even from the very beginning," Marvel reminded, his voice cold.
"P-please forgive me... I'm sorr-"
"I hate listening to apologies."
He pressed my back and pulled my hips, rocking faster instead of stopping. Seeing me break down in tears, he went closer and the penetration grew deeper, causing me to groan in agony.
Under his warm, calming breath, I got to taste his atrocious presence all the way.
His hands clenching my hips, leaving bruises all over my skin. Warm fluid spilling out to my thighs, assuming he had finally come. Starting to get slippery, the squelching sounds our connection made using his well-defined movement brought my mind into chaos.
"I bet you're feeling really good right now," Marvel snorted, laughing at me trembling after coming twice within only a few moments. "So, you've started to like this kind of play."
"N-no, I... Sir... No more..." I whimpered, yet in a heady trance, clenching against the table tightly.
"Even though you say no, this is exactly what I'm going to do to you," he unemotionally announced, unchanging determination.
"I can't... P-please stop it..."
It was hard to admit that I begged while sobbing. My toes curled, unable to feel the floor anymore. Marvel flipped my body around to face him, the cold on his desk now latching on my back with sticky sensation.
I made his table dirty, but he wasn't mad. At least, not about the table.
With lenience that had already turned into lust, Marvel swept my bangs to see my face properly. Our eyes met and I immediately dragged my gaze away, blushing quite hardly with a slight fear. He smiled, coming to my ear.
"You're so beautiful, Asta."
Saying something like that while doing something like this to me, I believed Marvel was insane.
The blurry image I captured with my teary eyes was standing right before me in all his grandeur, his demeanor calm, his expression gentle. The clutters on his hair, the creases on his suit, they weren't enough to screw his beauty. He took off his jacket and left the vest still as it was. I gulped hard in consciousness, a simple change in him making him look sexier because he didn't realize it.
I covered my mouth to prevent the scream from breaking out when he folded my knees upward, spreading my legs open, in an instant I felt exposed. My breaths turned into moans when we did it once more; this time, with already softened and wet joints, he replaced my pain with pleasure, requiring only repetitive thuds and my entire body felt flushed.
No one has ever seen me with such eyes. No one has ever touched me with such hands. He is the first one who has ever done such things to me, even making me feel such emotions…
When I found pleasure in that kind of torture, I didn't know I was as insane as Marvel.