Things had been- were, different. At first when you and Johnathan Crane had become entangled it had been strictly curiosity and in-satiated lust. The first few encounters ya'll had had been inebriated, and written documentation signed by you only amplified the unorthodox sparks that permeated off the pair of you. It was around Christmas time, your father had thrown festivities together for the merry band of villains accrued over the last year, and the party was in full swing.

Rave lights and heavy dubstep-like music boomed throughout the hideout making the walls slightly vibrate. Your room, however, was black as night except for the sliver of moonlight that peaked through the mostly-drawn curtains. The noise from outside was dampened but the sharp gasps and pleas for more from you now began to fill the void.

You and Johnathan were inebriated off the parties best spirits and had your lips battling through sloppy kisses. The contract the duo of you had initially consented to blurred. This wasn't just sex anymore. There was spark behind it, a raging inferno that refused to extinguish itself in the foreseeable future. Crane firmly gripped your hips and hoisted you up, allowing you to ensnare him with your legs.

Your arms moved to tangle and muss up tufts of his rich-brown hair. The action melded your bodies together tightly, mouths lapping at each other fervently. A base-y rumble could be heard somewhere deep within Crane's chest as he ground himself into you, and you couldn't help releasing your claim of his mouth to pant and groan gutturally at the ministration.

"J-Johnnathn, please-please. Not tonight, no teasing tonight. I. need. You. buried." You pleaded, smattering his face and neck with kisses before moving to exhale a puff of air into his ear. A shiver running his spine involuntarily made him twitch and buck against your sex. The light nibbling of his ear caused him to tip and Crane fastened his arms around your waist with a vice grip, guiding you over to the bed where he dropped and loomed over you.

Crane had been accustomed to you being induced with a special compound he made specifically for you. You and him had sought each other out a handful of times to exercise the dark, perverse, impulses both of you shared. Fear had looked superb on you in those moments until Johnathan found himself mulling over the thought of you getting ecstasy from just him.

It was evident that Crane was too tipsy when he didn't return to your mouth, instead he opted to graze his lips over the nape of your neck. He hesitated a moment before giving the juncture an experimental lick, vacuum-suctioning the spot harshly- a trill whimper breathing out of you much like a ghost. Crane then chose to grind his teeth against the assaulted flesh in order to stamp a beautiful mark.

One of your hands went to fist Crane's chocolate tresses, giving it a decent tug as you inhaled harsh enough to almost make you choke on your own saliva. You knew it was just foreplay, but the alcohol had your folds igniting with heat and moistening simultaneously. Your hips found each other and ground together in an attempt to manifest any friction and relief.

He was prompt to rid you of your shirt, prying it from you and tossing it behind him to be abandoned for the night. You occupied yourself as well unbuttoning and shimmying his trousers and boxers down to free his alert shaft. Droplets of pre-cum aided as lubricant as you firmly gripped him at the base and began to pump a tad awkwardly from the angle provided.

Crane hummed with satisfaction as he roughly fondled and massaged deep circles into your breasts. Much to Crane's dismay he removed your hand and moved to alleviate you of your final articles of clothing, himself not far behind. You were erotic beneath him, exposed and as ravenous as he was by the salacity you bore into him.

Crane grasped your ankle and yanked you down so that your ass threatened to drop off the edge. You yelped and almost went to make a protest before you were getting flipped and positioned on all fours. One of his calloused hands embedded itself into your hair and forced you to arch your back to shove your face into the bed. You shifted your head to the side to gawk back at what Johnathan had in store for you.

Jonathan aligned himself with your core, rubbing himself a few strokes. He leaned down over you and made sure to press himself snug against you as he moved to hotly whisper to you, "This may not be one of our appointments…but I'm sure you'll find the accommodations acceptable." Crane murmured, voice coarse already and they hadn't even copulated yet.

With this he plunged in. The hand used to line himself up now clung to your hip as Crane developed a steady pace. You throatily moaned as you clutched at the sheets beneath you. Jonathan relinquished his vice grip on your hair to properly grasp your waist, now causing you to rebound off his member like that of a pogo stick.

This position allowed Crane to ram against the back of your cervix and you couldn't help the icy/hot sensation that tingled throughout your jostling frame. The sheer force Crane was pumping into you caused you to buckle and stretch forward, your legs moving to spread on either side of the man rutting his desires away. You were thankful for the liveliness and obnoxious volume of the party because your mewls and cries of pleasure had become wanton.

"YES! YES! Oh, FUCK DON'T STOP!" You pleaded, every inhale and exhalation of breath from you now raspy. Crane grunted in response as he bent at the waist in pursuit of you, adamant on maintaining his depth and ferocity at which he prodded you. One arm constricted itself around your waist the other mapping the stimulated flesh of your abdomen to snake up and grasp your throat in a chokehold.

"In case you weren't sure-" Crane grunted, panting through the throes of vigorous love-making, "We no longer have a contract. You're. Mine." He gritted as he gave your neck a slight enough squeeze to start making your brain foggy and your breathing even more labored. One hand fled the sheets to clutch at the one dominating your throat, and if Crane hadn't plowed you a handful of times already he could've easily mistaken it for asthma. However, it was just you succumbing to the rather violent beating your cunt was being subjected to.

Your toes curled and your feet ended up furling up as well and pressing into Johnathan himself. Your eyes rolled up and back as Crane's rutting became sloppy with his release in sight. Johnathan ghosted his lips above the spot where he had printed you and delivered a wet kiss there before burying his face into the nape. Your body pulsated and vibrated with each bounce now, precursors of juices seeping out- indicating your impending release as well.

With a few more rather powerful thrusts you tipped and liquid sprang out of you like a geyser. The suppression of oxygen to your brain forced white vision to be speckled with tiny, black dots. There was no doubt this was the most intense orgasm Johnathan had ever milked out of you, "J-John-nn" You croaked.

Desperate for his own high, Crane released his stronghold of your throat and maneuvered to grasp your love handles- nails digging in harshly. Air rushed back into your lungs and you gasped at the sudden reprieve. Spent, you groaned with exhaustion as Johnathan pumped one final time before stilling completely. His cock twitched and throbbed twice before he buck-shot his seed somewhere in the depths of your womb.

The warmth of Crane's sperm made you involuntarily shudder and whimper, the juices mingling with and oozing from gaps it could find with you still being filled to Johnathan's base. Crane and you froze that way for a few moments in the aftermath of what had occurred. With no way to rectify what had already been done, Jonathan withdrew himself- leaving you empty, but satisfied.

Crane straightened himself from his bent position, towering over you who now laid on your stomach to observe her lover. You were both coated in a thin layer of sticky sweat and you both exchanged a knowing glance that you'd have to deal with your unprotected repercussions at a later, less influenced, date. For now, the pair of you agreed it was time to rejoin the others and keep this exchange your little secret.