Chapter Twenty-Three: Lessons

Marinette was, uh, almost afraid to be alone with Adrien. The dark look in his eyes, and the tight set of his shoulders made her body quiver. He was coiled, ready to strike, and unable to. Perhaps…she had…gone a little too far?

The bluenette was a little surprised that Chloe had helped her, but it had been fun in the moment. Now, after hearing his warning, and seeing the way he was eyeing her in the limo as the others chatted in animated tones amongst themselves, her heart was hammering frantically.

His body was radiating heat and…predatory intent. "Marinette?"

Chloe's concerned tone pulled her attention, and she jerked. "Hm? What, sorry?"

"I was just wondering if I could come by after our shoot tomorrow and see how the design work goes? We could hang out, maybe?" The blonde's voice became increasingly unsure, and Mari's eyes widened.

"W-Well of course, though I'm not sure it would be very fun for you!"

"I always enjoy watching you design," Adrien said slowly, firmly. His voice was even, but she still heard the dark undertones, and it dawned on her that he'd been watching her design for years. She forgot…Chat had been watching her design for years…teasing her…taunting her, playing with her. Even flirting a little.

She blushed. She kept forgetting things like that, and she wasn't sure why. "Th-Thanks?" She wasn't sure what she wasn't supposed to say, but then she looked at Chloe. "But, yes, of course you can. Do you want it to be just you and I, or do you want Adrien to join us?"

She watched the woman stiffen, and she wasn't sure why. "It doesn't matter either way, he doesn't have to hang if he doesn't want to, or he can…"

Marinette saw Adrien tip his head a little, turning his ear towards the girl a little more as she spoke, as if listening a little harder. Was he trying to hear some hidden tone? Was he trying to decipher some hidden meaning?

"I'd love to spend time with you Chloe, that is, if you will have my company. If you want Marinette to yourself, I'll relinquish her to you for the day, of course."

The blonde looked immediately relieved, and the bluenette's brows came together. "You're always welcome to hang out with me Adrikins, sheesh," she teased, giggling lightly. "But don't think you'll hog her while you're there!"

"Wouldn't dream of it," he retorted easily. "Hard to compete with your exuding personality."

Marinette snickered. "You two are silly together."

They both looked at her, and she shrunk, but still grinned. Lila was the one who spoke next. "How about you let the girls hang together tomorrow, and come hang with me tomorrow Adrien?" She reached across the seat and placed her hand on his knee.

Adrien was moving his own hand, but Marinette felt something stirring inside, something unfamiliar, and everyone was suddenly looking at her. Why were they looking at her?

Chloe quirked a brow. "Was that, um, a growl?"

The bluenette flushed, blinking. "Did I growl?"

Adrien's lips twitched as he fought a smile. "I believe so mademoiselle. It was quite cute, actually," he said, leaning over to kiss her cheek. Lila's hand was already gone, and the woman was glowering, arms crossed over her chest.

"What sort of freak growls?"

"My girlfriend, apparently," Adrien bit out slowly, snarling under his breath at the Italian woman. She made a sound in her throat behind him. "Keep your hands to yourself Lila. I'm not interested," he said, staring into Mari's eyes, and the blush erupted more brightly.

"Love you," she murmured, staring back at him.

"I love you too," he smiled, but all the darkness still dominated there, even as he pressed a soft kiss to her lips, thumb trailing over her cheek, caressing her jaw lightly. "My beautiful Marinette."

She giggled. "Mine," she breathed.

He kissed across her cheek and nipped her earlobe gently. "Don't think you're not still getting punished, Puuurrincess," he growled low, deep, primal. "But that was sexy as fuck," he moaned softly. "I may want to use you more just because of it."

She squirmed. Oh, God.

***Allianz Tower***

Chat smirked at Ladybug as she fidgeted, gathering herself close to Queen Bee as they sat, waiting. His mate had avoided him the moment they arrived at the mansion. She'd stuck close to Chloe every second possible to avoid him, and it just made his animal flex more. She was going to get it, that was fine, delaying him was just going to make him yearn more, and man, was he already yearning.

He tried to go to her room, but she transformed and met Queen at her room before he did, and the girls were ready and waiting by the time Chat even made it to the roof. Clever little Mari, but she wasn't going to have Chloe by her side forever. He chuckled at the thought. Or, perhaps, if she wanted to play it that way, he'd just tie the blonde up and make away with his mate anyway.

"You seem nervous, bugaboo," he said innocently, tapping the end of his baton nonchalantly against his shoulder as he stood patiently. His grin was broad, the normal bright goofy grin Chat would wear, but she still squeaked with a tiny edge of fear.

"I-I'm not nervous, just, got a lot on my mind!"

"Oh?" He moved away from the edge, stalking closer, slowly, spinning his weapon lazily in his fingers, before he slid it into the sheath at his back, smirking as he neared. He could smell her wetness, and her frantic pulse, and the smallest accent of fear, and it was a potent arousing cocktail to his beast. "Tell me, m'lady," he breathed, staring down at her when she remained frozen to her spot.

"H-How do you do that?" Queen Bee whispered.

Chat's eyes dragged up from Ladybugs face, raking over to the yellow insect heroine beside her, licking his lips slowly, letting a lazy smirk cross his face. "Hm?"

"Make it sound like y-you're fucking someone with your words?" She quivered, licking her own lips. "And your smirk and eyes for that matter."

His smirk broadened, and he let his catlike orbs cascade down her form for a moment. After all, Chloe deserved a little bit of punishment for aiding his mate in torturing him. He could smell her eagerness now too, and she didn't smell bad either, and he took a sharp inhale, letting out a slow breath.

"Is that what I do?" His voice dropped to a husky tone even as he tried to lace the words with an edge of innocence. Marinette let out the tiniest whimper.

"F-Fuck yeah," Bee snapped, trying to sound empowered, but he saw the shaking in her knees.

He gave an exaggerated, and graceful, slow moving bow. "My apologies Bee, I wasn't aware," he continued throatily, taking her hand as he rose back up, demanding her eyes with his intense stare, raising her knuckles deliberately slow to his mouth. "I will work very hard not to…" his breath grazed over her knuckles as his lips parted over her flesh, hovering for several prolonged seconds as her heart sped up dramatically, "fuck you with my words my sexy little Queen," he whispered darkly.

He saw the sweat burst across her forehead, and his cat ears twitched as Pegasus appeared. "You guys ready?"

"Of course," he replied easily, turning away from the flustered women, grinning at the horse hero. "We're ready to show our faces around Paris for a bit so they know they're safe!"

***Three Hours Later***

"Stay safe Bee," Chat said softly, and Ladybug was backing away slowly. She could probably get away while he was saying his goodbyes. She turned around, but something snaked around her waist as he spoke to the yellow heroine. She looked down, blushing. His tail. His tail was around her waist! CRAP! "We will make plans to do it again," he agreed before she felt him shift behind her. "Were you planning on going somewhere without me?" His tone was completely dark now, no teasing, no playfulness…just lust and…anger? No, not anger, but…

"T-To bed?" Her fingers were trembling, and she couldn't swallow around her rapid pulse.

"Puuurfect idea, Princess," he whispered brusquely, picking her up suddenly, and began walking towards the portion of the roof near his bedroom. He managed to make it look easy, climbing down with her in his arms, in through an open window, but most people wouldn't have pulled it off. He did it with grace.

Chat set her down, and for the longest moments, they just stared at each other. Then, his lips crashed into hers, and the kiss was forceful, painful, punishing. His mouth demanded her submission, and she gave it, parting for his tongue, and he dragged her into his body. She felt his hardness through their armors, grinding into her, and she moaned.

"Ch-Chat," she whispered. "S-sorry…" she pleaded, blushing.

He smirked. "I forgive you, as always, all you need is to ask, but it won't save you your punishment, m'lady." He tapped her mask gently. "Take it off."

She frowned a little. "Chat…"

"Take it off, please."

She whimpered, licking her lips. "Spots off." Tikki fluttered after the flash of light, and Marinette automatically pulled out a macaron for her.

"Good luck," the being muttered, and cringed before she disappeared with her food.

"Such a pretty dress, Mari," Chat whispered, gripping the hem of her skirt. "Did you make this one yourself?" She shook her head, no. She didn't trust her voice. He smirked slowly. "Good," he chuckled. "That makes me feel better."

"A-About wha—"

He dug his claws into the fabric and tore it, ripping it all the way up to the top, startling her so bad she shrieked. He shoved the ruined pieces over her shoulders and yanked them down her arms so she was completely nude in front of him.

"More beautiful without it," he groaned, claws moving up her body to cup her breasts.

She swallowed heavily, and shivered under his light caresses before his claws found purchase in her hair, twisting almost painfully, guiding her towards the bed. She stumbled, and only his grip kept her upright as she gasped. "Ch-Chat!"

"M-Marinette," he mocked, shoving her over the foot of the plush piece of furniture. When she tried to stand up, his palm pressed between her shoulder blades, doubling her over again with his strength. She tried a second time, and a low warning growl trickled from behind her. "Stay."

She immediately stilled, her heart hammering in her throat. "Chat," she whispered breathily.

His claws gripped her hips before sliding to her full cheeks, squeezing firmly, rubbing at her bite mark. "Does Princess enjoy teasing me?"

She groaned, biting her lip. Thankfully, he couldn't see her face. "Y-yes," she admitted.

He moved his hands and shoved his hardness into her ass, rubbing slowly and they both groaned. "Do you like what you do to me?"

"G-God, yes, Ch-Chat," she moaned, fingers digging into the bed.

"You like thinking about how much I want to fuck you?"

His grinding intensified and she reached down between her thighs, but his hand snatched her wrist, twisting it almost painfully behind her back, making her cry out. He didn't stop his frantic thrusts, his moans and pants filling the air.

"F-Fuck y-yes," she cried out, pushing herself back against him eagerly, wanting him to push inside of her. She wanted some of that delicious friction.

"Princess is such a tease," he scolded, pulling himself back without finishing, and she heard the strain in his voice before the first smack on her backside came. She cried out with the pain, but it tapered into a throbbing pleasure, and she moaned.

"Mm," she squirmed, writhing. The second spank came on the same side, and it was with the same force, the leather of his suit making more tantalizing, so much more pleasurable. Her back curved a bit, and she cried out again, moaning softly. "Oo," she breathed.

The third time just hurt, and she yelped in surprise, blinking back the tears. "Too hard, Princess?" Some of the edge left his voice, and the concern was genuine. She nodded a little. She felt his mouth press against the assaulted cheek before several licks ensued. "Apologies, I was testing your force limit. Should have warned you first. It won't happen again, I promise."

More licks and kisses and the pain dulled, leaving her moaning, and writhing. "It's okay," she breathed. "I t-trust you Chat," she said honestly.

He purred softly, nuzzling his face against her cheek before she felt him shifting again. Another spank came, this time on the other side, with the bite, but it was gentler than the other side. It hurt, because of the mark, but it was still sinfully delicious.

"Oh G-God," she gasped, eyes widening. It was an oddly enticing feeling as fresh arousal fluid slicked her core. She heard him sniffing, and her eyes squeezed shut tight, willing him to ignore it.

"Mmm, interesting reaction," he croaked thickly. Two more spanks came, as with the previous cheek, and he massaged both sides. "I love how bright red your skin gets under my hands," he teased, and she squirmed. "I can see my paw print," he chuckled darkly. "Get on the bed." She crawled up slowly, and he hissed behind her. "God, what a fuckin' sight," he snarled. "One of these days I'll get a piece of that," he promised, and she flushed. "You feeling generous tonight, Princess?"

She gave her head a sharp shake. She wasn't sure she was ready for that yet.

He chuckled again. "Fair enough." She saw him moving around the bed and he tugged on the curtains of the canopy twisting them in his grasp, pulling them forward. "Hand," he commanded, and she reached her trembling limb out for him. He wasted no effort tying the silk material around her wrist. He went around the other side and repeated the process so her arms were trapped.

"Chat?"

"Mari?"

"Wh-What are you doing?"

"Making it easier to do what I want with you without you trying to stop me or having you touch yourself," he said easily, climbing behind her on the bed.

She blushed, squirming. "What if I said stop?"

He stiffened. She felt it. "Are you telling me to stop?"

"N-No..I…just I'm asking..for reference.."

He gripped her hips, shoving into her, hard, and they both moaned loudly. "G-God, Mari, mm," he breathed, rubbing against her a little before taking a deep breath. "All you have to do is say stop and it ends, now. Each and every time, all you have to do is say stop. Chat, Adrien, doesn't matter if it's a punishment or a kiss, you say no and it stops. You're always the one in control, I promise," he whispered, placing a kiss on her back.

She blushed, squirming. "O-Okay, you just seem so riled u-up sometimes…"

"Oh, believe me, I am," he thrust again. "And I want to be a lot rougher than I have been, but I refrain. However, you just need to say no and it stops. I will never let myself keep going if you tell me to stop, Marinette."

She smiled. "I love you."

"I love you, too," he chuckled, and it was soft, and endearing. "However, Princess, you were still…a…very…naughty…girl," his voice slowly descended back into a dark mask, and she was already panicked again.

"S-sorry," she whimpered.

"Claws in," he muttered.

"Your suit is going to smell," Plagg muttered, flying away.

Adrien growled, but his fingers dipped between her thighs and slid along her core, dragging her juices upwards, sliding them along her ass crack, and her eyes widened. "Wha…What are you doing?"

"Punishing you," he growled. "You're going to sit here and enjoy every moment of it," he commanded, and she groaned.

She had to trust him. She did trust him. She'd said no to her ass…so…she knew he wasn't going to violate that. However, he spread more of her fluid over her ass until she was completely soaked inside the crevice.

She heard his zipper coming down, and felt the bed shifting as he shucked his clothing and his erection pressed against her backside, making her whimper. He pulled her ass up much higher and pushed her head all the way down.

"You're so fucking sexy," he grunted, pulling her cheeks apart slowly. He slid his cock between them, nestling it in her crack before he let them go, and her eyes widened as he hissed, his…hardness wrapped up in her ass crack, covered with her juice.

"F-Fuck," he gasped, rocking his hips so slowly she felt every inch pulling backwards, sliding along her crack between her cheeks, and she squirmed. It was…the strangest sensation she'd ever experienced, but Adrien moaned, loudly. "F-fuck," he repeated with fervor. "This is better than I-I imagined it," he whispered and he began thrusting back and forth carefully, his moans mounting faster than she expected, his nails digging into her hips.

"A-Adrien," she whimpered, aching for release as she listened to his pleased sounds. God, him being so turned on made her want release more, but all she could do was feel his hardness sliding inside her crack, getting so close to his ecstasy while she was left wanting.

"M-Marinette," he thrust a little faster. "G-God, fuck so close," he lost his rhythm, the rocks a little more frantic as she clutched the sheets and squeezed her eyes shut tight, moaning her frustration. "I'm g-gonna…gonna…GOD!" She felt the stick fluid explode across her back and the twitching of his muscle between her cheeks didn't do her dripping sex any favors.

"P-Please," she whimpered. "Will you f-fuck me now?"

He panted, chuckling softly as his hands gently caressed her hips. "No, I think not. I haven't even really started punishing you yet. I hope you hadn't planned on sleeping."

She whimpered, swallowing. "Wh-What?"

"How many hours did I have to go on edge because you turned me on and teased me," he asked darkly.

"At..at least…three or four?" She wasn't keeping track, but she'd gotten him pretty close and then she'd stopped…and…they'd had to go to Paris. She was sure he was an aching mess the whole time.

"Three hours of teasing it is then," he whispered darkly, and she shuddered.

"You c-can't be serious!"

"How much you want to bet?"

She squirmed. Challenging Chat…or even Adrien…didn't seem like a good idea…ever. Maybe that was the lesson…

AUTHOR NOTES:

Guest, so sorry I missed your review on 20, don't know how I managed that! Adrien is NOT using condoms to answer your question.. I will cover this question further soon. Don't fret ^_^ I'm glad I could make you feel proud using an Italian structure!

Trying414, more to cum…

Nymphadora, that would have been the smart thing to do, guess they'll know for future dinners..

Kazza2182, Gabriel definitely has an angle.