Summary: Mycroft summons our leading lady for another session, this time more intense. TW: lots of making out and smut (explicit sex with penis and vagina) with dom/sub undertones and light bdsm

Chapter 20 - Seconds and thirds

After our intense session and eating a good meal, I felt really sleepy and I went to bed for an early night. I was still frustrated and horny but I was also still hungover and exhausted from all the emotions in Mycroft's office so I quickly fell into a deep, much needed sleep.

The next morning I wake up with my phone buzzing. It's Mycroft calling. Oh shit. I wasn't ready for this. I clear my throat and sit up in bed.

"Hello?"

"Good morning, Miss Sylvia. I'm sorry to wake you. Did you sleep well?"

"Good morning, sir. I did, thank you. Did you?"

"Yes. I just wanted you to check on Sherlock and I figured you wouldn't see my text."

"Oh, right. Sure, I'll just…I'll check on him soon, I just have to-"

"It's alright, my dear. Take your time getting ready. I just need to know if he's in his flat."

"Oh, okay…thank you, sir."

"You don't have to call me sir over the phone, darling."

I felt tingles. "What should I call you then?"

"Mycroft is fine. I like hearing my name in your sweet voice."

"Oh, I see. Very well. Mycroft…?" I sigh, leaning back into my pillows.

"Yes, Miss Sylvia?"

"I quite like it when you call me darling and my dear."

"Do you, now?"

"Yes."

"I'm glad to hear that."

I smile. "Well…I guess I'll see you Friday then."

"Until then, my dear."

I chuckle. "Bye Mycroft." and hang up.

With a smile and a pep in my step, I get ready and head downstairs to check on Sherlock. As I knock on his door, smiling to myself, I suddenly remember he might be able to deduce that me and Mycroft…Oh God. I had to play it cool.

He opens the door and looks me up and down wordlessly.

"Hi Sherlock, I just wanted to check on you."

His lips form into a small smile, growing into a grin.

I frown, alarmed. "What?"

"So, my brother finally came to his senses. Congratulations to the happy couple. Hopefully now you'll have less time to annoy me."

"I…we…it's…how did you-?"

"You don't have to explain it Sylvia, I'm just happy for you."

I smile, giving up on trying to understand how he figured it out. "Really?"

He rolls his eyes. "Yes, you're beaming. Now go to him and leave me alone." He starts to close the door but my answer stops him.

"We have a date on Friday." I frown again. "Oh. Don't tell-"

"Second date already? Wow, Mycroft must be quite head over heels. Well, have fun and use protect-"

"Sherlock! I still want to hang out with you! Please…"

He rolls his eyes again and goes back into his flat, leaving the door open behind him."Ugh, fine. But no gushing about Mycroft. I don't want to hear about how cute he is."

I giggle and follow him inside, heading to the kitchen to fix some breakfast and hopefully help him with one of his cases. I was relieved that he had only deduced we were together and didn't ask for any details. I wondered if he knew we had sex or just assumed we had a normal…date? I didn't know what to call it so I thought about it as our first session.

I text Mycroft as the kettle boils. I ponder telling him Sherlock had deduced we had been…together, but decide against it. It was not my place to come between the Holmes' brothers and it was hell trying to interpret them. I'd had enough of that when I was supposedly spying on Sherlock in secret. I type out my text.

He's in his flat safe and sound.

Mycroft responds almost instantly.

Thank you, Miss Sylvia.

There, nice and easy, just a normal text exchange between me and a man who literally bent me over his desk and spanked me. I feel my cheeks flush and try to brush the thoughts away, focusing on cooking something and eating with Sherlock.

The next few days passed without a peep out of Mycroft. Part of me was nervous and wondered if he had lost interest. I didn't want to be the one to reach out though, my pride was still wounded from the time he hurt me. Plus, he was the one to set the date, so he should be the one to reach out. Still, I wanted to be ready so I got myself a sexy plaid skirt that left my legs on display. I loved how it looked on me in the store and was very excited to wear it with Mycroft.

Friday morning finally comes and I hear my phone buzz. I rush to it.

A car will pick you up outside your flat at eight o'clock sharp, Miss Sylvia.

I jump around my living room and wiggle my feet as I throw myself on the sofa. It's embarrassing, really. I should get my feelings for Mycroft under control until I understand what it is he really wants from me. I reply:

See you then, sir.

Even though he told me not to call him sir over the phone. I'm just trying to be cheeky, really.

I try to focus on other things during the day but I'm way too excited for our session, my mind wandering to Mycroft again and again. I clean and cook the hours away and when the time comes to finally get ready, I shower and put on a bit of mascara and lipstick. I want to look sexy and I'm excited about it. I put on the skirt (like Mycroft requested) and a nice cotton top that accentuates my cleavage. I also decide to wear the winter coat I still had from when I left Mycroft's safe house in a rush. It was thick and luxurious and honestly the warmest and most well befitting coat I had. It was still freezing though so I put on some stockings. The sexy kind, that only went up to your thigh. I wasn't going to let anything get in the way of Mycroft being with me tonight, if it was the last thing I did. The only thing between him bending me over and giving me what I wanted would be my black lacy underwear. The last time, my jeans were too constricting and I couldn't help but fantasize about him in his office, bending me over his desk, lifting my skirt and fucking me hard. It's all I could think about, really.

When the car arrives at eight I get inside it and I can barely contain myself the whole journey. I notice we are not heading towards his office. What could this mean? Perhaps it was only because it's later in the evening and he might have left his office already. Or maybe he wanted to ravage me properly in his bed. Either were fine by me.

When the car stops in front of Mycroft's imposing manor, I make my way up the small stone path and ring the doorbell. The door opens after barely a second and Mycroft is standing in one of his immaculate three piece suits. This one is dark blue with rich undertones and his tie is blood red. He looks me up and down with a smirk and holds the door open for me.

"Hi." I greet shyly as I walk in.

"Good evening." Mycroft replies in a low tone.

As I briefly look around his impressive home, my body shivers at the change in temperature (his fireplace is lit). He closes the door and asks smoothly: "May I take your coat?"

I suddenly feel really self conscious. I'm wearing rather revealing clothing and standing next to Mycroft so well put together makes me feel quite…exposed. I didn't want to come across as too forward, but then again, he did ask me to wear a skirt. His eyes roam over my frame, my hands in my pockets.

"What's wrong, my dear? Are you cold?"

I smile, shaking my head slightly. "No it's just…I'm quite under-dressed compared to your beautiful suit."

He takes a step towards me and places his hands in his pockets. "If this is an attempt to entice me I assure you it's quite unnecessary."

I swallow. "No, sir."

He smiles. "Well then, there's no need to be shy. I want to see your gorgeous figure, my dear. Turn around and let me take your coat."

I do and as he peels it off, I slowly turn around and grip my arm nervously. "Is this alright?"

He moves his eyes over my body again and this time his gaze darkens. He answers me with a sly smirk and turns around wordlessly to hang my coat on the rack. I watch his every move. He turns and moves beside me to place a hand on my back. "You look exquisite, my dear. Come. May I get you a drink?"

I let him lead me inside his living room with its wood panelings and rich smells of leather, books and firewood. "Yes, please. Something sweet." I smile up at him and he caresses my back.

"Please, have a seat. Make yourself at home."

I sit on a large sofa and cross my legs, picking at the hem of my skirt, trying to make it cover my legs a bit more but it's useless. I didn't know why I was feeling shy now. I guess I'm not used to having Mycroft's unfiltered attention on me like that. There was no more pretending or denying. I want to have sex with him and he wants to have sex with me, just as much apparently. I glance at his statuesque form. Mycroft's hands move swiftly over the bar and he soon turns around holding two glasses.

He hands me mine and I take it, brushing my fingers against his. He glances at my legs then back at my eyes, and I feel my heart flutter. I smile and lick my lips. He sits down next to me and pops open the button on his suit jacket. I look down at his vest, and a bit lower where it meets his pants. I glance up at him and see his eyes are following mine. He smirks. I feel my cheeks redden and take a sip of my drink.

"So…you mentioned you had questions for me." He starts coolly, swinging an arm over the sofa and crossing his long legs lazily. I wanted to jump on his lap and kiss the lights out of him, but I didn't want to make the first move. After all, this was a "session" he practically summoned me to (only Mycroft to treat shagging this dramatically, but I quite liked it).

"I do. Hum…have you ever done this before? With…other women?" I ask, shifting in my seat and placing a hand on my dangerously short skirt. I don't want it to hike up (yet).

"I have, yes." Mycroft replies, taking a sip from his glass.

"And were they…submissive?"

"Yes." He blinks heavily and glances down at my legs again. He seems to be flirting or at least checking me out shamelessly and I am NOT used to it.

"So…you're in the BDSM community?" I ask, taking a sip of my drink as well to calm my nerves.

"I wouldn't say I am a part of the community, no. But I occasionally indulge in its practices." He replies casually, as if we're talking about the weather. I love it.

"By being…dominant." I add, tilting my head.

"Yes." He replies, taking another sip and looking at me over the rim of the glass. I can't let myself be seduced this easily, I want to know more specific things.

"And what exactly…excites you about it?" I ask, leaning back slightly as if to appear more serious. In truth, I'm completely out of my depth and feel like I have stepped into the wolf's lair.

"It's a power play. I enjoy controlling people, having them obey my orders and submit themselves to me, completely. Until we both reach orgasm." As he says this he winks at me. Mycroft Holmes winks at me.

I let out a slightly shocked chuckle, trying to contain myself. I set my drink down on the coffee table. "Right. Of course. And if they disobey, you'll punish them."

"Yes." He replies, setting his drink down as well. He notices me staring at him expectantly and shoots me a smirk. He's watching my every move, no doubt deducing how flustered I am. Still, I want to know more. I look away from him for a second to focus.

"And…are you into...inflicting pain on people?"

"No. I'm not a sadist Miss Sylvia. I enjoy teasing and controlling people who enjoy submitting themselves to such control. It wouldn't work otherwise." He intertwines his fingers on his lap and leans back. He seems quite relaxed and not like he's going to pounce on me any second. So really, I needn't be nervous.

I finally decide to ask the question I most wanted to ask. "Have you ever been…t-to a club?" He raises an eyebrow. "You know, like a…secret discreet gentlemen's club, to engage in those practices with other people."

Mycroft seems amused. "I have, yes." My eyes widen and I sit up, eager to know more. "But I didn't care much for it." He replies with a knowing glance. "The people there weren't exactly discreet and seemed more interested in acquiring either money or favour in exchange for sexual acts instead of actually being...into them, as you've put it." He leans forward a bit and drapes his hand over the sofa again. I'm so eager to reach for him, but I just offer a sympathetic smile.

"Oh. I'm sorry to hear that. Were there many people…there?"

He smirks. "A fair number, yes. The events are invite only and quite exclusive. All members are vetted carefully before being accepted to keep the club safe and reputable." He pauses and looks at me more intently. "If you'd like, I could escort you to one." He reaches for his drink again and sips it, his gaze still on me.

I blush. "Oh no, I don't…I don't want people to…I was just curious. I've always been curious, but…" I shrug. "For safety reasons I've never attended such an event. I tried looking online…but I'm sure you know that." I shoot him an accusatory glance and reach for my drink as well.

"I've told you, Miss Sylvia, I haven't accessed your search history. I could, but that would be an unnecessary breach of your privacy. After all, you're not a threat." He replies with a tilt of his head. I can't help but smile. I'm enjoying his banter quite a lot. Still, I'm determined to find out everything I want to know.

"Right, right…and…how did you know I liked being submissive when we kissed?"

"I knew it the first time I met you." He states softly, as if it is the most certain thing in the world.

"What?" I reply, with a suspicious smile.

"I noticed the way you looked at me, how you responded when I approached you. The way you fidgeted nervously and accepted my proposal almost blindly. Obeying my orders, after having just met me." He turns his nose up proudly and gazes languidly at me again, satisfied that his answer has surprised me.

I look at my lap slightly self conscious. I uncross my legs and cross them again, biting my lip. "Well…you have to admit it was a little sexy the way you showed up." I glance up at him and find his unwavering gaze on me. It feels so good to be under his close watch. I continue slowly, enjoying his attention. "Well dressed…knowing everything about me…offering a large sum of money in exchange for following your orders. In fact, you're still giving it to me right now, so how am I any different from the people at that club?" I ask with an upturned brow.

His gaze sharpens. "You're nothing like them, Miss Sylvia. You've never attempted to extort either money or favour from me. I was the one who offered it. In fact, you've attempted to stop my payments and give them back several times. You're not an extortionist, you actually enjoy being submissive." He pauses and leans forward slightly. "Which is quite thrilling for me."His usually light eyes are darkened, lit only by the soft light of a few lamps and the fireplace.

I glance at his lips and lean on the back of the sofa, propping my elbow there to brush against his hand. I point my legs towards him, my skirt now barely covering my lacy thigh-highs. I want to tease him as much as he's teasing me. "And what made you finally act upon your…dominating desires?"

He licks his lips. "Well…I just couldn't contain myself any longer."

I feel my insides quiver but go on with my questioning. "Could it have nothing to do with watching me going out on New Year's through the cameras?" I rest my head on my palm and eye him defiantly.

He tilts his chin up in acknowledgment and nods. "I must admit seeing you looking so beautiful and…being kissed by another man made me feel quite…"

"Jealous?" I dare.

"Possessive." He bites back.

"So you don't want me to kiss anyone else?" I ask in a softer tone.

"No." He replies, just as softly.

"What about you?" I ask.

"What about me?"

"Are you seeing any other…submissives at the moment?" I hold my breath until I hear his response.

"No, my dear. Would that make you jealous?"

"Yes, very." I smile.

"We're in agreement, then." He replies, pursing his lips.

"Yes, sir." I wonder if he meant he only wanted to be with me. I decide to worry about that another time.

"Do you have any other questions, my dear?" He asks softly.

I straighten up and nod my head no. He reaches his hand over the sofa and brushes my hair away from my face, letting his hand softly caress my neck. He traces my jaw with his thumb and lets it rest against my jugular.

"I'm going to tell you my rules now." He pauses and I feel my heart pound. "When we're together like this, in this context, I want you to call me sir and do everything I tell you to. Is that understood?"

I nod until I find my breath again. "Yes, sir."

"If at any point you break my rules, or misbehave, I will punish you. And you will take that punishment for as long as I see fit. Are you okay with that?"

I nod, feeling my heart race against his thumb. "Yes, sir."

"I also want you to choose a safeword." I frown. "No matter what my orders are, if you ever want to stop or take a break, or if you feel uncomfortable with anything I do or say, I want you to use it. Is that clear?"

"Yes…hum…" I hesitate, feeling dizzy from his soft caresses. "It can be… pineapple."

"Very well. So, if you ever wish to stop for any reason whatsoever, you'll say…?"

"Pineapple."

"Good." He replies and continues running his thumb over my neck.

I take a deep breath, trying not to swoon. "So…even if I say no or please or beg you to stop, you'll keep going?"

"Yes. I won't stop unless you use the safeword."

I smiled. "That's quite…thrilling for me."

"I know it is, my dear."

I gaze at his lips and he leans over, taking my cheek in his palm and finally kissing me. It feels like touching the clouds. His lips taste mine and mine taste his. I bring my hands to his chest and he moves his hand to rest on my knee, slowly caressing it and traveling up towards my thigh. I hum and he breaks our kiss, staring at me intently.

"I enjoy being in control, my dear. Are you willing to relinquish all control and submit to me?"

"Yes, sir." I reply under hooded eyes, already melting under him.

"Good. Keep your hands here. And stay still." As he says that, he takes my wrists and sets my hands down on the couch either side of me. I breathe hard. My eyes follow his movements, admiring his suit and lingering on the way the fabric rustles. I gaze at his vest and up to his tie until I finally reach his lips and his gorgeous blue grey eyes.

"You like what you see my darling?" He asks with an upturned brow.

I bite my lips, on purpose. "Yes, sir."

He places a hand on my knee. "I am quite pleased with what I see as well."

And with that he leans his head down and captures my lips in a slow, passionate kiss again. My hands twitch and I try to bury my nails in the leather of the sofa. He gently takes the nape of my neck with one hand while the other travels up my thigh. As it's reaching my panties I gasp into his lips and he chuckles.

I open my eyes and he says: "Stay still for me, darling." He speaks into my lips but doesn't kiss me, looking down at me to see my reaction. He traces his hand over my knee and brushes against my inner thigh. My legs are long since uncrossed but I still flinch as a reflex.

"Spread your legs for me, my dear…that's it." I obey him as he slowly moves his hand up my thigh towards my panties. I breathe hard as I try to stay still. He kisses me again, sliding his tongue into my mouth. I open it for him, taking it and sucking on it slightly. He breathes out heavily and breaks our kiss, diving in again to nip at my lower lip, sucking on it and biting it. I moan and he moves down to my neck, kissing and biting it slowly and deliciously. His hand on my inner thigh is almost reaching my already wet panties, but he's slow and deliberate, fondling my flesh and drawing circles on my skin. I tilt my head back and buck my hips into his hand, trying to brush against it desperately. He stops and grabs my thigh hard, his other hand tightening its grip on the nape of my neck. He brings his lips to my ear and whispers slightly out of breath:

"I said stay still. Be a good girl tonight, my dear. If you start being naughty I'll punish you again."

I moan. "Yes, sir. I'm sorry."

"Good girl, stay still." He whispers as he kisses and bites at my neck again. He releases my thigh and brings his hand up my stomach, reaching under my top. He slides it under my bra and fondles my breasts softly and slowly. I sigh and he runs his finger over my nipple. It's one of my most sensitive areas and it shoots a jolt of pleasure straight from my chest to my already wet pussy. I clench my walls around nothing and moan, twitching my hips again.

He hums, pleased. "You're so sensitive my dear. But you have to stay still while I touch you, or I'll bend you over and punish you. Understood?"

"Yes sir." I whimper.

"Good." He whispers and continues kissing my neck impossibly slow while teasing my nipples, flicking them and pinching them between his fingers. I feel my pussy gush and dampen the leather of the sofa beneath me. Mycroft pulls away from my neck and looks at me intensely. He runs a hand over my thigh again until he reaches my panties. "You're so wet for me already. Such a good girl."

He peels back my panties and slowly takes them off. I'm burying my nails on the couch trying not to move. He uses his hand to spread my legs and slides it up my thigh towards my pussy. He runs a finger over my folds, spreading the slick until he reaches my clit and starts circling it. I try not to move but my thighs start shaking. He smirks and leans down, capturing my lips again. He slides his tongue into my mouth as if capturing my moans. He sucks on my lower lip and then bites down, grazing it between his teeth. All the while he's touching all the right places and teasing my clit mercilessly. I can't take it anymore and moan loudly and grind my hips into him. He straightens up and stares right into my eyes, with a predatory look.

"I told you not to move sweetheart. You're being very naughty. Get up." I breathe hard and straighten up on the sofa. He gets up and offers me a hand. I take it and he leads me to a wooden table in front of a bookshelf. He grips my hips and turns me around, pressing me against it.

He whispers in my ear: "Bend over."

I obey immediately and he runs a hand up and down my side, brushing against my breast until he stops over my hip and squeezes it. Then he lifts my skirt and shoves his cock inside me, slowly but firmly, and without warning. I moan and he grips the back of my neck and pushes it down on the table. He slides inside me to the hilt then pulls his cock all the way out. I let out a moan against the wooden surface.

"Be quiet and stay still or I won't be gentle." He says hoarsely as he slides his cock inside me again, this time faster and pulls out almost to the tip, then slams it back in. He starts fucking me just like I wanted it, and it's so big and hard, it slightly hurts. I like it. I keep gasping and moaning as he keeps pounding my pussy, his hand holding my neck down and the other gripping my hip, firmly. I start arching my back and he leans down and wraps his hands around my upper arms and pins me down, fondling my breasts and bringing his mouth close to my ear: "Stay still, you little cock tease." He starts mounting me with his cock. I can't move and gasp as he keeps pounding into me, while whispering: "Be quiet and stay still, or I'll make it hurt." I relax under him and feel my pussy spread open instead of clenching around him. "That's it. Relax and it'll feel better, darling."

I bite my lip to drown out my moans and he slows down slightly and starts massaging my nipples. "See how much better it feels when you do what I say, darling?" He whispers into my ear slightly out of breath. Hearing his voice like that is so sexy I moan again and he pounds me harder, sliding his cock inside me faster. I feel his balls slapping against my pussy and his hard hips bouncing off my ass. I want to feel his skin against mine but the fabric of his pants on my ass cheeks makes it feel so dirty and decadent. The pleasure and pain is so overwhelming, I submit to him and relax again, arching my back and feeling myself close to orgasm.

He buries his fingers in my hair. "You like it rough don't you, my dear?"

"Yes, s-sir." I moan back.

He continues with his hoarse growly voice: "Yes, I feel your pussy gushing when I pound it. Such a good girl. You like obeying me, don't you?

"Ahn! Sir…" I squeal and feel my pussy clench around him. I feel the heat pool on my lower stomach and know I'm about to come.

"Shhhh, take my cock darling. Take it like a good girl."

I feel my hips jolt and grind against him as my legs tense up. "Oh god…"

"That's it, come for me my darling, come on my cock." That sends me over the edge. His sexy voice in my ear and the way he teases my nipples as he buries his cock inside me are too overwhelming and I can't take the stimulation anymore. I come hard while arching my back, scratching the table with my nails and moaning out against the cool wooden surface. I'm twitching and shaking as Mycroft holds me down with his strong grip and keeps thrusting into me.

"Oh, yes…yeah…Aahhnnn Mycroft!" As I clench around his cock I feel him start to thrust into me at an erratic pace. He grips my hip hard and buries his fingers in my hair again.

He groans low and deliciously. "Ahn…yes. Good girl…humm." He bites down on my neck and I feel him come inside me. He relaxes on top of me and pants on my neck. I feel his heartbeat on my back. Then, he gently caresses my neck and rises up. I feel his silky handkerchief catch the remnants of our juices dripping from my pussy as he pulls out of me. He gently takes my waist and my shoulder and guides me to get up from the table. I do so, shakily and he lowers himself slightly and wraps his arms around my legs and my back and picks me up, bridal style. I gasp and hold onto his neck. His eyes are wild with desire and he shoots me a satisfied smile. He places me gently on the sofa and climbs on top of me.

My eyes widen in surprise and he smirks. "You didn't think I was done with you yet, did you my dear?"

And he leans down to kiss me slowly. I caress the hair on his nape and trail my hands down to his shoulders, then over his vest, to undo its buttons. He stops and grips my wrists, bringing them above my head and pinning them down. "Keep your hands there, my darling."

I pout and roll my hips into him, grinding against him. He lets out a low groan. "I want to touch you, sir…please."

He smiles "I know you do my dear. But I'm the one in control."

I feel my pussy pulsing and relax under him. "Yes, sir." He lets his fingers caress my arms all the way down to my breasts again and my chest heaves in anticipation. The second he brushes against my nipples I jolt.

He raises an eyebrow. "Am I going to have to correct your behavior again my dear?"

"No sir, please! I can't help it!" I whimper. "Can you…tie me up?"

He chuckles darkly. "You'd like that, wouldn't you?" He brings his lips closer to mine and whispers: "To strain against the bindings and grind against them, twitching and shivering all you wanted while I touch you?" I bite my lips and nod. He smirks. "No, I want you to learn how to behave for me. I'm going to teach you how to stay still and quiet like a good obedient girl. Is that quite clear?"

I spread my legs and take a deep breath, grinding against him again and relaxing under his body. "Yes, sir. I want to please you."

"Good girl." And he finally closes the distance between our lips and kisses me softly, caressing my lips with his own. Then, he trails my jaw with soft kisses and moves down to my neck again. When he reaches my ear lobe he bites it slightly and whispers: "We're not leaving here until you learn how to take my cock like a good girl, nice and still."

My breath hitches. "Oh, sir…"

"Shhhh." I bite my lip and he moves down to my breasts again. I twitch and he moves back to my neck. "Every time you move I'm going to stop and start again, darling. Until you're sopping wet and begging for my cock."

I bite down hard on my lip and bury my nails in the leather of the sofa cushion. He kisses me slowly and softly, taking his time and pressing his already hard cock into my pussy through my skirt and his suit pants. He moves down to my breasts again and I can feel his hot breath over them. I look down and he licks my nipples and sucks them. I felt my heart pound against his mouth. He bites down on one of my nipples and I want to move so bad. My breath is coming out raspy and shallow.

"Take a deep breath, darling." I do as he says. He moves down my body and hikes my skirt up, breathing over my wet pussy. He squeezes my thighs and draws circles on my skin softly with his fingers, as he gazes smugly at me with his gorgeous eyes. I thought I would come right then and there from the anticipation. Mycroft Holmes is about to eat my pussy with those piercing grey eyes staring intensely at me. He bends down and opens his mouth, flicking his tongue out and grazing it over my clit. Then he closes his lips over it and kisses it, sucking on it deliciously. The sight of Mycroft between my thighs being so wickedly naughty sends me over the edge. I can't help but twitch, of course. He smirks, pleased with himself and licks his lips.

Then he rises up and pins down my arms, pressing his clothed hard cock against my wet pussy."You're being a disobedient naughty girl. Let's start again." He sucks at my neck, the sounds so wet and so dirty. He's going to torture me deliciously like this all night and I might come again just from his teasing. I stay still as he begins his slow sensual stimulation again. Then he pulls away from my neck and rests his elbows on either side of me, trapping me under him. It feels so good to be at his mercy like this. His eyes darken with desire and he lifts himself from his elbows and squeezes my breasts hard. I could tell he was having trouble controlling himself as well. He rises up and straddles me with a superior smirk on his face and pinches my nipples, grazing them after, with his thumbs. I bite my lip and close my eyes, turning my face away, trying to control myself. He takes my chin and makes me look up at him again. My eyes fly open. I can feel his cock pressing against me and I can't move my hips.

"Eyes open, my dear. I want to see them roll over backwards as you come undone."

"Yes, sir." I reply breathlessly and he brushes his thumb over my lips.

"Good girl." Then he places his other hand next to my head and leans down slowly, kissing me again. I moan into his lips and he squeezes my neck gently, as a warning. Then he reaches down and pinches my nipple again and I flinch, letting out a moan into his lips. I widen my eyes. He's looking down at me, smirking.

"No please, sir! I promise I'll stay still-" He covers my mouth with his palm and doesn't let me finish. He opens his zipper with the other, pulling out his cock and sliding it inside me. I roll my eyes back and gasp against his palm. He smirks proudly and uncovers my mouth, letting his thumb caress my lips again.

"Shhhhh. Take it, darling. You want to be a naughty girl, I'll fuck you like a naughty girl." I feel my pussy drenched at his words and roll my eyes again.

"Yeah, you're such a little cock tease. You asked for it, now take it darling."

He thrusts his hips into mine deliciously and slides in and out of my pussy at a slow pace. Then he starts thrusting harder and harder, the roughness of his movements eliciting desperate moans from my throat. Mycroft groans and bites down on my neck. I turn my head to him, longing to touch him. I try to reach his lips and he closes the distance between us as we devour each other's mouths between gasps and teeth and bites. He lets out a low growl and slows down his thrusts, languidly sliding his cock into my pussy.

"You're so delicious my darling. So wet and tight. You're making me lose my composure." He whispers into my lips hoarsely.

I moan and roll my hips into him, basking in his praise. I lift my knee and brush my thigh over his side, spreading my legs even more and wanting to wrap myself around him. He grunts and runs his hand up my thigh, until he reaches my ass. He squeezes my butt cheek hard and spreads me open with his long fingers, pounding into my pussy. I'm seeing stars and let out a loud moan, my hands flying to his shoulders. The sudden pain surpasses my obedience and I dig my nails into his shoulders and down his back through the fabric of his vest. He releases his grip on my ass and slows down his pace, grabbing my arms and pinning them back into their position above my head. I open my eyes and stare up at him helplessly. He's eyeing me intensely. "Did that hurt, my dear?"

"Yes, sir…I liked it."

He smirks. "Are you going to be a good girl from now on?"

"Yes, yes…I promise…"

He kisses me again, slowly, as he slides in and out of my pussy at an equally slow and gentle pace. I feel breathless and about to explode. He slides his hand down my body and starts teasing my nipples again. He breaks our kiss and whispers into my lips: "Come for me again, my dear."

I immediately feel a coil in my lower stomach tighten and arch my back, coming again, hard. My legs are shaking and wrapped around Mycroft's hips. My pussy is drenched and clenching around his cock. He gently runs his fingers through my hair. "Open your eyes." I do and see him above me, his hair disheveled and his eyes dark with desire. He thrusts into me harder and faster and he parts his lips, groaning deliciously. It's music to my ears. He buries his face in the crook of my neck as he slows down his thrusts, spraying his hot cum inside me. I wrap my arms around his neck again as I come down too, shivering and whimpering softly into his shirt collar. It's smudged with my lipstick and I'm sure his suit pants have my sticky juices all over them as well. This was definitely the greatest sex of my life.

Notes:
Giggling and kicking my feet! Sorry it took me so long to update, I am now doing a course so only have time on the weekends, but on the other hand it's good because I'm leaving the house and interacting with people and that will help me get healthier and hopefully better at writing!
I hope you are still enjoying the story. I'm having so much fun writing this. I literally be out here looking up if I should use the term jizz or cum xD Next chapter will have after care and more story. I really enjoy writing Mycroft's dialogue and I'd love to know your thoughts, dear readers. Do you like the way he sounds?