Note: Sorry for not updating this fanfiction in a week (my only fanfiction (internal laughter)), with my busy schedule I hope to release a few chapters every weekend or two. Thanks for sticking with me. (Other side note: even though this technically isn't a ship story, if the Sombra/Reaper ship isn't called Somber I don't know what's wrong).
Scene: Sombra makes her way up to the hotel room without being seen, preparing to face Gabriel.
Her hand shakes as she uses his card to open the door to their room. She's anticipating the worst. Looking inside she notices that he's still there, in his boxers. He's sitting on the bed with his face in his palms. Did he even bother to search for her? Sombra's astonished. She could've made it out. Gabriel Reyes wasn't looking for her. Why did she return? She was free...
He turns his head to look at her. His mask isn't on. She can easily read the emotion on his face. There's disappointment written all over it, not anger, not yet. She stands in the doorway.
"Did you get what you wanted?" he asks.
Sombra's frozen. Did he know she would return? Was this planned? She can't even think for herself without being swayed by him. Sombra remains in the doorway. There's only two ways this can end. Punishment or forgiveness. She can only pick one.
Closing the door behind her, she gathers the courage and approaches Reyes. He remains seated, but keeps his eyes on her. She stands in front of him and kneels before him. She wishes to apologize. Placing her head on the inside of his thigh she looks up at him. Her eyes are glistening, tears are ready to spill from them. She may be weak and unable to fend for herself now, but one day she'll be stronger than him. One day, she will escape. This is a promise she makes to herself, no matter what the cost. She opens her mouth, but words are reluctant to come out. Defeat is painful, but it's only temporary. Placing a hand on her face, he caresses her cheek. There's blood smudged on her cheek from jumping out the window, he wipes it off.
"Perdóname," her voice is soft as she apologizes. He can feel her tears drip down onto his hand. They're warm.
Was this a mistake? Did she actually disobey him? He never gave her instructions on how to handle herself while at the hotel. He simply dumped her here. It was his fault this happened. But, she should have known better.
Reyes can feel her trembling. His judgement causes a heavy pit to form in her stomach. He won't punish her. Her apology was sincere and she returned to him without command. Sombra might be beneficial to him in the long run, he didn't even have to chase her. She has some sort of common sense, for she fixed his mistake. If she didn't return on her own, he would have had no clue how to handle the situation. He never prepared for something like this. If she never came back, he would have let her go. He'd accept his failure. His face returns neutral. The disappointment fades away from inside of him.
Sombra rises from the floor, she'll have to change her behavior to avoid getting hurt again. Placing her hands on his jaw, she leans in and kisses him. She'll pretend to like him until she can form a better escape plan. He doesn't return the sentiment, but her affection persists. Sombra forces herself on him. Her tongue could be down his throat at the rate she is progressing. Does she really believe her depraved behavior will win him over? Although distasteful, he allows her to continue to see how desperate she is.
Removing her robe, she straddles his waist. Her advances are almost uncomfortable to him; she can get worse...
Sombra reaches into Reyes' boxers and to her surprise, he's not hard. He should be into this, but she doesn't quit. If she does, he'll probably question her intentions for forgiveness. Removing his cock from his boxers, she grinds against him. She's not too aroused herself, but she can fake it. Pressing her nose against his cheek, she pulls her panties to the side and slides down onto him.
She's leading. It would be empowering to fuck her captor, but she isn't doing it to gain her freedom, she is doing it to save her life. Placing her hands on his chest, she begins to move her hips. It's an odd sensation. She moves at her own pace, without force or pain. Her body isn't struggling to fight against him. It's relaxing, taking him in freely. Her heart flutters as she exhales short fast breaths.
He feels nothing for her. He's half hard. There's no satisfaction in allowing her control. She doesn't know what to do with power. Reyes places his hands on her hips to help guide her. Like most women, she's only useful on her back. Sombra's flustered. Chills run up and down her spine, the heat between her thighs is unbearable. She wants to be finished with this, but she hates him. He's her tormentor and she wants it to stop. Angry, she bounces faster on his length and orgasms on accident. Overwhelmed she digs her nails into his back and lets out a sorrowful whine, "Gabe!" Oops...
That was the only enjoyment he received from this. He's never felt her orgasm before. It's beautiful in its own way. To feel her weaken around him on her own choice is fascinating. And did she just say his name? Enticing, but that doesn't matter.
"Finished?"
His eyes are dull and unimpressed. She didn't amuse him in the slightest. That whore he picked up could have done a better job. Raising her hips, Reyes slides out of her to place her on the bed next to him. He's glad this is over. This might have been the worst 20 minutes of his life.
He moves away from her and sits up on the side of the bed. Sombra thought that maybe she could cuddle him and prove she could behave, but he won't let her be sweet to him. Her antics are mediocre.
"There's food for you in the fridge," Reyes states monotonously, "Eat it."
Sombra's forgotten that she hasn't eaten today. Being around this man makes her forget she has basic bodily needs to take care of. A bit shaken up from the sex, she wobbles to the small refrigerator. When she opens the door she finds a sandwich, not a fancy one either. Its turkey, bacon, lettuce, and tomato, but it's something to eat. She takes a few bites, her mouth is watering. It may be a regular sandwich, but she hasn't had decent food in a while. There's a cup of water in the refrigerator as well. This little snack was probably his, but she doesn't care. She's starving. Once she finishes the sandwich, she gulps down the water. It's as though she is replenished. Meals are what normal people have. She sits the plate that the sandwich was on, on top of the refrigerator and walks back towards the bed. Sombra makes it a couple of steps before collapsing to the floor.
Something was in the water.
Reyes lets out a sigh of relief. He wasn't sure drugging her would work. It's as if nothing could shut her up. Picking her off the floor he tosses her on the bed. She's much more attractive when she's incapacitated. He lays on top of her, between her legs, fondling every inch of her body, making sure to move slowly over the areas that were badly bruised. Her wrists are practically clear and her ankles look stunning. He'll need to do this again someday. Running his thumb against her lips he thinks of her moaning his name over and over again. That moment might replay in his head constantly from here on out. He squeezes her thighs and pushes his hips into hers. It would be fun to fuck her while she's asleep, but it's solely gratifying when she's begging him to stop. Reyes rests his head on her chest to feel her heartbeat. He has to be reminded of her mortality. He knows she's his toy, but he has to be careful to not kill her, if he wants to keep her around long enough. Listening to the melody of her heart, he falls asleep.
They have an early day tomorrow.
