I fell face-first on the white linoleum floor. I was picked up by the studded black leather collar that was fastened around my neck and dragged across the room where I landed with a thud on the bed. I was already stripped of all cloths, so I had no cover to hide behind. Looking up at the pink haired man that had straddled himself above me, I blushed.
"Why are you blushing?" Marluxia asked, leaning forward and biting my ear. A sharp gasp left my lips that I hadn't realized I did until I saw Marluxia smirk. The way his lips curled was both scary and intoxicating at the same time. He leaned in and bit my ear again. I tried to push him off of me, but he stayed on top of me, sucking on the wound that he had created, almost as if it were an apology. Still struggling against him, I didn't notice Marluxia's ungloved hand slip below my hip to my hardening erection. My head snapped back as he started to move his hand up and down. My hand accidentally batted Marluxia's face away.
"Well, now, that wasn't very nice," he whispered, his voiced rumbled. My eyes quivered.
"It... it was an... an accident, I sw– Oh, crap Marluxia! Stop doing it! Please!" Marluxia had started rubbing my cock, now hard, making me squirm beneath his perfect body.
Laughing, he told me to roll over. When I didn't comply with his wish, he screamed, "I said, roll over!" He took me by the waist and practically threw me over onto my stomach. I used my hands to try to push myself off of the mattress, but the pink haired took me by my wrists and pinned them behind my back, applying pressure that only he could muster. As I became aware of a poking at my entrance, Marluxia grabbed me roughly by the my unruly spikes and literally lifted me onto his cock. Gasping out in pain, my face screwed up, my body slowly adjusting to the intrusion.
"You know you want it," the pink haired man said, his breath in my ear. He slammed into me once. "I know ever since I joined this god-forsaken Organization," he slipped out of me and slammed in again, "you wanted it from me. I could see it in your eyes in every meeting we've had, you always wanted to get inside of me, make me your pet, but you're wrong. You're not the one that's going to be the master. I am. You're going to be my pet, you're going to fall to my whims whenever I feel it is necessary. Nothing is going to change this. Nothing. Understand?" All this time, he was slamming his weight into my body at random intervals during his speech. Now, when I didn't answer him, he took a harder grip on my hair and pulled me up. His nails dug into the soft flesh on my wrists which he still held on to. "I said, do you understand?"
"Y–yes," I managed to get out, but my voice was heavy with pain. Marluxia's nails dug even harder into my wrists, and I was afraid that he was going to tear my hair off my head. "... Master,"
"You shall call me that from now on, pet," he whispered, pounding into me again. Pushing my head back into the mattress, he began to thrusting in and out of me. Hard. I couldn't help myself as the screams came pouring out of my mouth. With each scream that I made, the harder Marluxia pounded. The pain was unbearable, as was the aching of my cock. But Marluxia's hands held mine tightly in his one-handed grip that I couldn't deal with it.
Soon, Marluxia's release erupted inside of me, I gave one last cry. As Marluxia fell down onto my back, he finally released my hands and hair from his grip. Getting up, he said, "Welcome to the group that's going to make the Organization fall." With that, he left.
A/N: Wow. I REALLY need to slow down writing things like this. Otherwise my mom might catch me and ground me for life. Oh, well, there's no way I'm going to stop. Anyway, I'm on a roll. Please review if you liked it.