Mojito pov
I was at a loss for how to handle Sweet when she finally stirred awake. In the weeks leading up to this moment, while she slumbered peacefully in her enclosed space, I had grown enamored with the tranquility of her sleeping form.
But now, as I faced the reality of her awakened state, I found myself overwhelmed by the complexity of her personality. Sweet possessed a fire within her that I had not anticipated, a fierce independence that clashed with my infatuation. I realized that my romanticized perception of her slumbering self had blinded me to the challenges of dealing with her real-life persona.
I should have left her ass in the box.
As I leaned in to place a gentle kiss upon Sweet's lips, I expected a timid response at best. However, to my surprise, she met my gesture with an intense and fiery passion. Our lips melded together, igniting a flame of desire between us. Our tongues intertwined in a rhythmic dance, exploring and caressing one another.
As we finally pulled apart, Sweet's gaze bore into me, studying my features, As the electrifying heat of our passionate kiss began to dissipate, a sudden sting on my cheek jolted me back to reality. Confusion and surprise flooded my senses as I realized Sweet's hand had swiftly descended, striking me with a sharp slap. The force of the impact sent a jolt through my body, leaving a faint red mark on my skin.
After the sting of her slap subsided, Sweet's voice sliced through the air with a venomous hiss. "Pervert," she spat, her words carrying a mixture of anger, disappointment, and disdain. With a cold, piercing gaze, she averted her eyes, refusing to meet my gaze.
I didn't intend to break Sweet's spirit, but my overwhelming emotions had led me down a destructive path. The weight of guilt pressed upon me, knowing that I had caused her pain and confusion. When my mother returned Sweet to me, it was clear that she had no recollection of what had transpired between us. Yet, an air of caution lingered in her presence, a guardedness born from an unspoken understanding that something had gone awry.
In the aftermath, any semblance of a physical relationship between us faded into the background. The guilt I carried made it impossible to approach Sweet with any hint of desire. Instead, my focus shifted to truly getting to know her on a personal level. I longed to unravel the layers of her complex personality, to bridge the gap that had formed between us.
Sweet remained distant and aloof, her walls built high to protect herself from further harm. Yet, despite her cold exterior, there were rare moments of vulnerability when she allowed glimpses of her softer side to surface. In those fleeting instances, I cherished the opportunity to connect with her on a deeper level, to forge a bond that extended beyond physical desires.
Time became our ally as it passed, allowing me to slowly earn her trust and chip away at the barriers she had erected. Patience became my ally as I navigated the delicate dance of understanding and healing. When Sweet finally encountered Kai from this universe, a realization dawned upon me, and I understood why my mother had chosen her for me.
"Shut up," Sweet's voice resounded, cutting off Roh in the midst of his rant.
"Excuse you," Roh replied, taken aback. Throughout the meeting, Sweet had remained silent, absorbing the information without engaging in the back-and-forth. Lord Sidra, believing it would be best for Sweet to meet Roh and not perceive him as a threat during his sporadic outbursts, had orchestrated the encounter. The mere mention of Roh made me want to roll my eyes in exasperation.
"No, excuse you. You're annoying," Sweet retorted, her voice carrying an unwavering conviction.
"I am a Kai and will not be—" Roh began to retort, only to be interrupted by Sweet's eye-roll and a resounding groan. "Shut the fuck up! Your voice, your personality, and your entire presence are just fucking annoying!" Sweet's words echoed in the room. I couldn't help but feel a smile tug at my lips, but I quickly suppressed it.
Roh attempted to argue back, but Sweet swiftly shut him down. "You possess countless negative qualities and only one redeeming trait to justify your despicable behavior. Your peers view you as an asshole, and I can't help but agree. I'm leaving this table before I flip it on you, you pompous prick!" With those final words, Sweet gracefully exited the room, leaving Roh dumbfounded.
As we watched her walk away, a mixture of admiration and surprise filled the air. Sweet's boldness and unapologetic nature had left an indelible impression on both Roh and me. It was a reminder of the strength within her, the strength that had initially drawn my mother's attention to her. "I have never been talked down to by a mortal," Roh grumbled in frustration. Lord Sidra chose to disregard his complaints, shifting his attention towards me instead. "Please, go and check on Sweet. Let her know that I apologize for any distress this conversation may have caused."
Nodding respectfully, I turned my back to them and walked away, a subtle smirk playing upon my lips. In that moment, I couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude towards my mother. She had chosen Sweet for a reason, recognizing the qualities that made her an ideal match for me.
Sweet's unfiltered honesty and fearlessness in speaking her mind were precisely what I had been missing in my life. Her willingness to embrace the consequences of her words, to stand up for herself and others, captivated me. She embodied a strength and authenticity that resonated deeply within me.
She's angry, good. (I managed to get her as she finished her shower)
Before I place the cold metal cuffs on her wrists and loop them over the bedpost, she managed to place some claw marks down my back and arms. When I showed her the cat collar, she lashed out Furious and I used it against her to pin her down into a missionary position. She snarled at me and I smiled
"Don't think I forgot about my revenge," I whispered close to her ear. She tried to bite but couldn't reach anything.
"I don't see what's so bad about what I did." She growled.
"You tied me down and finger me while giving me a blowjob."
"And you came like a cheap whore too." Her smile is full of malice. I smirk and wrap my right hand around her neck and a little pressure warning her.
"You're being a mouthy little cunt today." She growls and looks away from me.
"Look at me."
She defies me and finds interest in something in our bedroom.
No pov
He chuckles and slaps her cunt with an open palm. She gasps and slams her eyes shut not wanting to give in to his demand.
" I said look at me."
She looks at him with fire and arousal in her eyes. He kisses her and successfully simmers her temper the kiss was soft and it drew Sweet's attention away from her partner who had removed his pants revealing his thick throbbing cock. Without warning, he thrust himself into her unprepared body. Her screams are muffled by his tongue that invaded her mouth. Her mind always seems to panic when they have sex but her body seems to remember this rough sensual dance. Sweet bites his tongue and yanks her head away in defiance breaking the kiss.
Mojito chuckled while running his tongue in his mouth to assess the damage. He grips the back of her knees and folds her in half causing her to gasp in surprise. Her knees touch her ears and her body shuddered at the feeling of his cock moving deeper inside her.
"I'm going to fuck the disobedience out of you and leave you panting like a bitch in heat."
He rams himself into her making sure he bumps against her cervix. She screams at each thrust and pulls at her cuffs, her eyes were filled with tears from the rough treatment and her pride was making it hard for her to moan out loud and enjoy herself.
"I should put a baby in you, maybe that will calm your ass down?" He snarled. "I'll keep you pregnant and bare feet until you learn your lesson. How does that sound?" Sweet broke into tears at the mental image and finally let go of her pride, her moan rip through the air as she spoke in tears.
"Nooo, please don't."
"You know you're pretty hot when you cry, keep crying and maybe I'll feel moved enough to pull out and cum on your face." He pounds into her ignoring her begging and continues until he feels himself nearing his end. She was panting hard enjoying the feeling of her partner's fat cock slamming into her the right way. He noticed her pleading stop and her panting and moaning pick up.
"Fucking slut, open your mouth or I'll stop fucking you." She quickly opened her mouth not wanting the impending orgasm to go away. He smirks and spits in her mouth with no hesitation. She froze and a look of horror grace her face before she screamed out the safe word.
"Bananas, BANANAS MOTHERFUCKER!" Mojito stops and smirked at her.
"DON'T YOU EVER THINK ABOUT DOING THAT SHIT AGAIN!"
"You can't fool me. I'm inside you. I felt the way your pussy squeezed around me the moment I spit into your mouth. Now be a good little freak and open your mouth again." She huffed ready to bitch him out but was met with a gentle thrust against her g-spot. "Oh my god~" she cried out in pleasure.
"Open your fucking mouth"
she hesitated and slowly opened her mouth. "Good," He picks up his thrust and spits once again into her mouth.
"Swallow bitch."
He pants while watching her every move, she cried and swallow. she felt gross like trash and worst she was turned on from the way he was treating her. For once she wasn't in charge and was put in a submissive place, it was mind-boggling and a turn on to her. Sweet came hard squeezing her partner cock with her pussy, His hot semen painted her insides white and her pussy continues to milk him for everything he had. Once he finished, he uncuffs her and slowly tried to pull out "W-wait don't pull out j-just yet." She stutters in a coy manner. "Please?" Mojito stop moving and she wraps her arms around his body and nuzzles her nose against his neck before relaxing her head on his shoulder.
Mojito sigh and quickly swap place so he wouldn't crush his sleeping partner. "Now you act tame."
