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In Eterno: La Luna 🌙 (quattro)

I’m surprised at how quickly I wrote this once I actually managed to put myself into the right mindset. I hope it’s worth the wait, I hope it does those idiots justice. I was going to continue at the end, but then I had a thought of doing a series of little bits throughout their honeymoon in drabble form, so let me know if anyone is interested in that. Thank you so much to Elana who has just made this story so special, it wouldn’t be the same without her. Obviously, smut ahead.

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Despite the chill of the midnight wind, the cold air that swept bitterly across the small runaway that led to Alexander's matte black private plane, Jade could feel the heat of his palm through the lace of her playsuit, his arm locked tightly around her body underneath her coat, keeping her close to his side with a firm grip on her waist.

On the outskirts of the city, the darkness of the sky was visibly dotted with millions of stars, the moon above them forming a perfect crescent. The closeness, the way her hair danced around her face had Alexander intoxicated with her scent, the warmth of her skin that he would now finally be able to touch, explore as much as he wanted after having had to control himself all day.

The moment they reached the bottom of the steps, Cook, who had been waiting by the jet, had the door slide open upwards with the flick of a switch, offering his hand to Jade as Alexander waited, then followed with Helders and two more members of security behind him, his eyes narrowed to the way Jade's hips swayed, his hand instantly assuming its place on her waist again to lead her down the small aisle of seats, the wonder in her eyes instilling a sense of pride and satisfaction within him that he'd almost forgotten he craved.

Jade looked around, soothed instantly by the touch of his hand, gravitating closer to him almost like a magnet. “Alexander,” she said quietly as her gaze wandered across the shiny gold floor, the gold details on the black seats, simple seams as well as embroidered initials on the seats at the far end with their names. “This looks different.”

He chuckled darkly, knowingly, squeezing her hip. “'ad it refurnished recentleh. Joost for this occasion.”

She tilted her head to look back at him, reaching out almost automatically to brush her fingers through his hair, humming with satisfaction when he leaned into her touch, a small sound of content escaping him. “You are full of surprises.”

Alexander licked his lips, a quick wink and he led her forward, gesturing for her to sit down in the seat meant specifically for her and she allowed Helders to take the white fur coat she'd thrown on for the short journey to the jet, Alexander sinking into his seat next to her once she'd settled comfortably, one leg placed over the other, his hand found her knee with the absence of an arm rest between them in the double seat.

She shivered, the warmth surrounding them slowly catching up, yet the heat of his hand overwhelmed her, despite their dances, their touches, she'd been starved of his touch throughout the day, the drive mere moments before having been too short to make up for it too, half of it he had been on the phone to sort out the remaining matters that needed to be dealt with before he could leave, the other half he'd showered her with all sorts of sinful promises, his hands everywhere, his lips warm and soft and threatening to completely devour her as they'd moved with hers.

“Yeh like it?” he asked, cocking an eyebrow at her. “'s all for yeh.”

Jade placed her hand on his, squeezing it lightly. “It's perfect,” she hummed reassuringly, taking a deep breath before focusing her attention solely on him. “Are you going to tell me where we're going now, Alexander?”

The smugness of his smile that her question brought instantly to his lips was undeniable, and he had been aching to tell her, had almost done so prematurely on more than one occasion out of desperation to see her face, the excitement, the shine in her eyes, the realisation. “Well, darlin',” he said, lifting his gaze to meet hers. “Where did I say I'd take yeh? Yeh said yeh alwehs wanted teh go.”

The velvet chocolate brown, the intensity of his eyes threatened to bring her to her knees and it took an increased sense of strength and composure for her to maintain his gaze. She swallowed, her heart skipping a beat. “Athens?” she asked, sheer anticipation fuelling the quick guess and the way his smile grew wider only intensified her excitement.

“Athens,” he confirmed with a nod, squeezing her knee as the plane slowly started rumbling, moving, then rolling down the runway. The sparkle in her eyes, the way the corners of her mouth twitched was everything he'd hoped for and more, a content smile on his own face. “Are yeh excited?”

She almost shook her head at the nerve of him, knew she shouldn't have been surprised, but he never failed to surprise her with the unpredictability of his every effort to make sure she had whatever she could possibly wish for, sometimes before she even knew herself what she craved. “I cannot believe...” she whispered, biting down on her lip. “Are we going to-...”

“'ave the perfect view of the Acropolis?” he drawled, nodding knowingly. “Onleh the best for yeh, principessa.”

She could hardly contain her excitement, almost squealing, but composing herself, tempted to show her appreciation for him shamelessly as he continued speaking.

“Weh're gunna eat at the most prestigious establishments, views of the port 'n the one on the roof top yeh was tellin' meh about,” he added. “There's an exclusive bar I kno' yeh'll adore, luv, weh're gunna go teh the Palace Theater. 'n then I'm gunna take yeh teh Kafisia 'n Linea Piu 'n Enny de Monaco...” He paused, the expression on her face, the way she hung onto his every word and remained surprisingly silent confirming in every way that he'd made the right choice.

Jade tried to find the right words, but there was no tease appropriate, no comeback, merely the realisation that he'd thought of everything, remembered everything and she was practically drooling over the promises he made, the depth of his voice, the heat of his touch as he shifted closer to her, beyond captivated and hardly noticing as the plane took off.

He pushed his tongue into his cheek, scratching at his chin. “Does tha' sound like summat yeh'd beh interested in, darlin'?”

She shifted in her seat to face him, pulling her legs up and kneeling next to him in the seat, admiring low light above them accentuating the sharpness of his handsome features, her fingertips trailing over his collarbones, toying with his necklace. “I already love being your wife, Alexander,” she whispered.

His eyelids fluttered momentarily as she shifted obliviously towards her touch. “Well,” he rasped, his voice slightly more uneven than he'd intended, his bottom lip pushed out in a pout. “I am thoroughleh enjoyin' bein' yehr 'usband, doll.”

She dragged her hand up slowly to cup the side of his neck, then leaned forward to press her lips to his jaw, just below his ear, shuffling closer to him as her kisses trailed slowly down his jaw, her eagerness to worship him after all day having enforced the need to wait for this moment too prominent to be ignored.

“Mmm, darlin',” he hummed, his grip on her thigh tightening, his other hand coming up to cup the side of her face, his thumb brushing across her cheek. After being starved of more than just the promise of her all day, he knew he wouldn't be able to resist once he gave in to her fully, would allow her to draw him under her spell with absolutely nothing hold them back. He licked his lips, clearing his throat as he slowly angled back her head so he could look at her, her cheek warm, soft in his palm, her skin practically glowing. “Jade...”

She pushed her bottom lip forward in a sultry pout, her eyes wide, expectant to find out why he'd stopped her. “Yes?” she asked, knew better than to push it, knew from experience that it was always worth it not to.

He hummed, a knowing smile playing around his lips as he could tell she suspected what was coming and wouldn't miss it for the world. “Y'kno' I like teh spoil yeh, doll...” he started, already enjoying immensely the sparkle his words ignited in her gaze. He chuckled. “'ad t'leave yehr wedding present back 'ome but d'yeh wanna kno' wha' it is?”

She titled her head into his touch, nodding slightly. “Please,” she whispered. “And I'll give you yours.”

“Oh, pupa,” he drawled, shaking his head. “Yeh didn't need teh...”

She shot him a warning gaze. “Well, it's not fair otherwise, is it? I knew you would.”

Alexander nodded, turning his head to search for Helders. “Maffew,” he demanded, holding out his hand and in no time, he was presented with a small black box, turning back to Jade with a satisfied smirk as he handed it to her, letting her sit back, scratching at his chin before placing his hands in his lap as he watched her with eager eyes, anticipated her reaction desperately.

Jade took the box excitedly, unsure what to expect, jewelry, lipsticks she'd been pining for, it all seemed rather underwhelming and though, surprised, she knew she should have known better when she drew out the shiny gold ring, ornated with diamonds all around, a set of car keys dangling from it and she looked up at him with wide eyes, her lips parted in awe. “What's this for?” she gasped.

“For yehr fookin' brand new Ferrareh, doll,” he drawled, his eyes locked on hers. “'s a Spider 458. Matte white, darlin'. So yeh can drive as fast as yeh like in yehr vereh own ride, eh?”

She sighed, shaking her head slowly, in disbelief, overwhelmed even more after all the promises of what was to come, now left speechless and she was unsure rather she wanted to give him her present now or get straight down on her knees, climb into his lap and forget about anyone around them or make him – and herself – wait just a little longer. She swallowed. “I don't even know what to say,” she confessed, knew he deserved nothing less than the truth, no games, just the entirety of her well-deserved adoration. “You just … know how to give a girl the world.”

He chuckled, licking his lips. “Joost my girl, eh?” He said, reaching out to stroke his knuckles gently across her cheek. “Wha' 'ave yeh got for meh then, pupa?”

“Oh, now you want to know, mmm, baby?”

He rolled his eyes, the small smile on his lips never quite fading. “Got meh curious now, dun't yeh, principessa?”

She smirked, craning her neck to look over the seat to also get Helders to give her her present for Alexander, smiling as he received the matte black box, the silver trademark of a distillery he knew and had contemplated working with multiple times, but had never gotten around to. “Wha' is tha', doll?” he asked, knew there had to be more to her present, the brilliance her nature suggested than an expensive spirit.

“Open it, baby,” she nodded, waiting, watching as his fingers moved slowly to take out the bottle carefully from the thick black carton, his hand closing around the neck of the bottle, fingertips running over the complex diamond-like texture of the bottle, his ring knocking against the glass as he tilted it slightly to read the face of the bottle, the letters A. D. T. written delicately, thin, subtle. He lifted his gaze to her, raising an eyebrow. “'n wha's tha'?” he asked, unable to conceal the same sort of excitement he'd hoped for on her face upon giving her the car keys.

She smiled, satisfied with his instant curiosity and intrigue and she knew after long and hard contemplation of what was right to give him, she'd ultimately made the right choice. “I got them to create your very own brand of whisky, Alexander,” she hummed. “This is the first bottle and if you like it...” She reached out to smooth out his collar, moving closer to him. “Well, it's ready to go into production.”

His eyes were fixated on her face, fascination spread across his features and he sighed, his hand coming up to cup the back of her head and draw her with urgency, his lips capturing hers in a deep kiss before she could follow, melting into him, a soft moan slipping past her lips, affected instantly by the low groan of satisfaction that rumbled in the back of his throat, the dark shimmer of lust in his deep, brown eyes.

He cleared his throat, drawing back reluctantly. “Maffew,” he called without taking his eyes off her. “Bring us two glasses, will yeh?”

Jade followed the movement of Alexander's hands with her eyes eagerly, as if in hypnosis as he opened the bottle and poured them both a generous amount in the crystal glasses, the look in his eyes when he looked back at her, his gaze locked on hers when he brought their glasses together to meet, irresistible. “T'yeh, me love,” he drawled, his top lip stretching slightly to the side before he brought up the glass to take a sip, his eyes closing as he savored the taste on his tongue, hummed with pleasure, then starting to nod, slowly, his sharp features smooth, at ease. “Fookin'ell...”

She'd tried it before, had been positive that he would enjoy it, that it was rich in all the right ways, that he would enjoy the burn, the heat as it went down the back of his throat, watching as he swallowed, his adam's apple bobbing, his sheeny skin stretching. “What do you think?” she asked, eager for his judgment, reveling in the taste, licking her lips.

“Tha's fookin' exquisite, doll,” he rasped, pursing his lips. “Smoother than anehfin' I've ever 'ad, eh? Fook.” The way she beamed back at him was as proud as it was knowing, and he knew that as much as she'd craved his approval, she hadn't had a doubt about him loving what she'd chosen. He smirked, then went in for another small sip, sighing in ecstasy. “Fookin' good.”

“I knew you'd like it,” she smiled. “I already had some brought home. There's some more we're taking with us,” she added. “One call and they'll start producing more, sell it, it's good profit as well. And I'm sure it'll come in handy when doing business, mm?” She stroked a strand of hair back that had fallen over his forehead.

He tilted his head into her touch, his tongue pushed into his cheek. “Mmm,” he hummed in agreement, his eyes full of adoration for her, what she offered, what she promised. “Me brilliant fookin' girl, eh? C'mere.”

With the plane already descending as they'd finished their drinks, Jade situated comfortably now in his lap, he was growing more and more impatient, tempted to play with her, tease her to reward her later, his fingers stroking the inside of her thigh, though never quite giving her enough, never making their way past the restrictive material of the tight lace jumpsuit she still wore to torture him, even when she shifted closer and he had to compose himself upon exiting the plane, the feeling of her lips on his neck still tingling his skin moments later, and his placed his hand possessively on her hip as they walked through the darkness, the short way to their car, Jade's heels clicking on the ground and though there wasn't much to see, he knew the lights of the city in the distance excited her and he couldn't wait to show her everything, to make all his promises to her come true.

The moment they sat in the car and she climbed right into his lap again, he didn't know for how much longer his self-control would last, but with her body shielding the movement of his hands from Cook and Helders sat on the other side of the thin wall that separated the seats, he decided he would give her a taste of her own medicine, the torture of how tempting she'd been all day and the moment her lips attached to his neck again, distracted in teasing marks she never quite went through with, he parted her legs with a simple push of his hand, cupping the heat between her thighs he could feel even through he thick lace and when he allowed his thumb to slip past the material, a groan of immense satisfaction escaped his lips, her breath hitching in the back of her throat.

She'd expected him to tease her, though hadn't anticipated any sort of direct contact, the heat of his fingertips, the firmness of his palm making her head spin, her teeth sinking into his skin. “Alexander...” she whispered.

He chuckled. “Yeh're so fookin' dirteh, darlin'...” he drawled, his voice thick with lust. “Been wearin' tha' all day wif nofin' under there?”

She drew back, humming as she looked back at him sheepishly for a moment.

“Can't fookin' believe yeh...” He swallowed, licking his lips. “No, no, look at meh,” he demanded, his hand closing around the side of her throat, forcing her eyes to stay on his as he angled his wrist slightly to reach and toy with her, chuckling darkly the moment she started working her hips into his touch to meet the pleasure he suggested. “Oh, tha' fookin' eager, are yeh? Been teasin' meh all day, me darlin'...”

“I need you,” she whined desperately, had played herself as much as she had him in denying what they'd both wanted all day.

He nodded nonchalantly. “Yeh, 'course yeh do,” he chuckled. “Dunno if yeh're readeh though, darlin'...” He pursed his lips, his eyes locked on hers as he toyed with her, his thumb nudging into her clit and making her gasp, making her eyes widen, her body shaking slightly, her grip tighter on his shoulder. “Gunna give yehrself t'meh fulleh, rehyt, doll?”

Another push of his thumb, another gasp and she nodded quickly, whining for more.

“Words, Jade,” he demanded.

She rolled her hips into his touch and he flicked her clit harshly, threatening to make her come undone with a few pushes of his fingers. “Fully,” she nodded. “Y-Yes.”

“Mmmm...” he nodded, satisfied, his eyes darting away from her face for merely a second, his fingers withdrawing from her the moment the car stopped. “Weh're 'ere, doll, c'mon.” He fixed the fabric of her jumpsuit to cover her, then tapped the inside of her thigh, the look in his eyes as intense as it was completely in control, the fact that he had her, wrapped around his finger and hopelessly desperate for him fuelling his own resistance. “Get off meh, luv.”

She swallowed, her legs not entirely stable as she moved to sit next to him, fixing her hair and her lipstick, then taking his hand once he'd stepped out, following his lead into the lobby and she was instantly distracted by the luxury of it, the high ceilings, the carved white marble, a large fountain in the middle, shiny, the sound of the water rippling pleasant as they walked up to the front desk, the top of it dark marble, golden details worked into the stone and before she could speak, the receptionist was already greeting her, polite in tone and Jade couldn't help but notice his eyes wandering down the tight material of her clothing as he asked a name.

Alexander let go of her hand, evidently noticing the attention the man on the other side of the desk paid to Jade and she felt him draw her closer, his arm around her possessively, the heat of his touch distracting but she'd waited, anticipated the moment she would get to speak the words she was then dying to say, beating him to it. “Turner,” she said, a rush of excitement tingling through her body and she couldn't help but curve into Alexander's side. “Jade Turner.”

Although Alexander saw right through her, he couldn't help but adore the tone in her melodic voice, the way she used his name now as her own so proudly, the satisfaction it instilled within him even greater than it was the moment the man recognised the weight of his name.

“Right,” he said, the accent stronger as he spoke shakily. “Mrs. Turner...” he said, his gaze wandering to Alex. “And Mr. Turner...” He nodded. “Welcome.” He cleared his throat. “I've got your key here already.”

Alex meant to instinctively hold out his hand, but the moment he sensed movement in Jade, he allowed her to, smiling at the excitement on her face.

“I'll send for your luggage to be brought up right away,” the man added. “If you need anything, the entire staff is at your disposal, Mr. Turner.”

As he listened, though already knew the speech, had grown quite bored of it, he decided to push further, to intimidate the man for staring as well as fuel Jade's excitement further. “Joost for meh?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

The man seemed puzzled for a moment, and Jade squeezing his arm made him certain she understood his game before he did. “Oh,” the man mumbled. “And for you too, of course, Mrs. Turner.”

Jade shot him a charming smile. “Thank you,” she said, and before she could say any more, before they could hear any more, Alexander was already leading the way to the lifts, transparent and spacious, offering a view of the entire lobby from up above, the brightness of the other floors as they ascended further, Alex's hand locked on her hip the entire way until the doors opened and he stirred her towards their room, silent until they were at their door, then before she could unlock the door, he corrupted her focus, his lips pressed to her ear, his chest against her back.

“Yeh enjoyed tha', didn't yeh?” he rasped, sending shivers up her skin.

“W-What?” she asked, curving back into him, her fingers shaking by the sudden control he'd taken over her.

He chuckled darkly, his hand sprawled out over her abdomen to keep her close. “Usin' me name like tha'?” he hummed, his warm lips brushing against her skin. “Sounded fookin' loveleh...”

She sighed, relaxing into his touch. “Potentially...” she teased.

“'ow'd tha' make yeh feel?” he urged.

She could feel his strong heartbeat against her back, his chest firm, his scent overwhelming her, spice and smoke and expensive spirit. She knew what he wanted to coax from her, and she could not for the life of her deny the truth in it. “Powerful,” she whispered breathily.

He chuckled knowingly, lifting his body from hers slightly to give her room to unlock the door, from the corner of his eye saw Matthew and Jamie walking down the floor. “Tha's reyht, doll,” he hummed. “Fookin' reyht.”

She smiled to herself, relieved when she managed to finally unlock the door, knowing she should not have expected anything because whatever she would be met with would exceed what she could have possibly pictured and there was no room for disappointment, the wall at the far end of the room was entirely glass and resembled Alexander's apartment, the view of the Acropolis as spectacular as he'd promised. She heard him close the door behind her, could tell he was right there as she took a few steps further into the room, took it all in, in awe at how the low light dipped the luxuriously furnished place, the shiny satin sheets on the bed, the suggestion that they had the best and exactly what they deserved, into a golden glow.

“Perfect, innit?” he drawled behind her, stepping into her view again, his features sharp with the smug smile spread across his face, the curve of his nose, the edge of his jaw, the darkness in his eyes irresistible and before she could find another word, tell him how much she adored it all, she resorted to lowering herself to her knees by his feet, her heart skipping a beat when she instantly captured his full attention, his gaze on her fuelling her every move as she reached to undo his belt without second thought, without losing any more time and he breathed out with immense relief as she pulled him out of the tight, restrictive material of his suit trousers, a low moan he couldn't suppress following the moment she wrapped her fingers around him and started stroking him slowly.

“Been waitin', 'aven't yeh?” he teased, desperate to make up for his weakness, his fingers instantly at the back of her head, wound into her hair. “C'mon, doll...”

She smirked at his clear impatience, directing her gaze upwards, innocent, her eyes wide, well-aware it would only fuel the fire. “Yes, Alexander?” she asked, licking her lips, tilting her head to the side.

He chuckled in disbelief, shaking his head, his grip tightening on her hair. “Dun't play wif meh, principessa, or 's gunna beh a long fookin' night for yeh...”

“Is that a promise, baby?” she whispered, though didn't wait for his response, opening her mouth to trap his tip between her lips, tightening them around him before slowly letting him sink into her mouth, her tongue pressed flat to the underside of his cock, satisfied with the way his hips bucked forward instantly and he held her there as soon as she'd taken all of him, a tight grip on her hair and he grunted when she swallowed, taking him as deep into her throat as she could, all the frustration, all the tension that had built up in him over the course of the day now slowly released, and he was nearly driven over the edge by just the look in her eyes as they met his, emitting a loud groan as he roughly drew back her head by her hair.

She giggled, keeping her gaze on him, licking her lips. “Too much?” she teased, but she felt him winding her hair tighter around his fist instantly, his gaze darken, one eyebrow raised at the clear challenge of his authority she'd allowed herself and before he could contemplate how to punish her, could scold her, deprive her, she shuffled forward on her knees, taking his cock into her mouth again compliantly.

He nodded, seemingly eased for the moment and he angled her head slightly to the side to let his cock sink deeper into her mouth, humming with satisfaction. “Tha's reyht, tha's me smart girl...” he stated, less fazed than she would have liked for him to be in her position. “Knows wha's good for 'er, eh?”

She moaned around him, sending vibrations up his skin, starting to bob her head as much as she was able to with his grip directing her the way he pleased, moving to hold on to the back of his thighs to give herself better leverage, her tongue swirling around him, her lips tight around his shaft, her eyes fixated on his, could watch the defiance, the punishing tendency he'd been toying with slowly fade for the look of pleasure she'd been desperate to see, his eyes half-lidded, his lips slightly parted, his grip on her hair loosening and tightening seemingly irregular.

He groaned when he allowed her more freedom to move and she moved closer to him instantly, took him all the way down her throat and swallowed and he instantly took control again, held her down where she was, a quick tap of her chin and she looked up at him, his heartbeat quicker with anticipation, desperate to see her eyes water, to feel her throat tighten around him, to watch her give him everything, leaving him weaker than he would've cared to admit, overwhelmed momentarily by the fact that she was his more than she ever had been, to be by his side, to treat, to play with, to adore and before he knew, he was pulling her up by her hair, slowly, his lips twitching in a satisfied smirk that he'd taken her by surprise.

She was about to protest, question him, but then his hands were on either side of her face and his lips had captured hers, demanding, hungry, eager and she kissed him back needily, running her fingers through his hair, knotted in the soft curls at the back of his head, moaning into his mouth and melting from the obvious devotion, the undeniable passion he offered with just the way his lips moved with hers and she could barely breathe, gasping when he drew back and wordlessly directed her to get back down on her knees.

With her eyes still locked on his, she didn't hesitate to guide his cock right back into her mouth, moaning around him hungrily, reveling at the feeling of his fingers taking hold of her hair again, watching her with his gaze full of lust, darkness, relentless control and she could hardly pick up the pace she'd been at before he already barked another command, his mind running wild with the awareness that she was all his, there was nowhere to be, and she would do anything for him.

“I want yeh t'take this fookin' fing off,” he growled, drawing back, immensely pleased with the way her lips felt tight around his cock when he caught her off guard and she slipped off him with a gasp.

“Alexander...” she sighed, but followed his order instantly, the jumpsuit barely off her shoulders and he was right there, fingers locked around her throat, his other hand cupping one of her breasts, kneading, pinching her nipple, once again taking her breath away with a deep kiss and she struggled to compose herself, to keep up with his eagerness, his intensity as she tried to shuffle out of the garment, the moment she'd stepped out of it stood completely naked in front of him and a second passed as he drew back to look at her, two as he took in her smooth skin, her curves, his fingers remaining around her throat as he pushed her down to her knees once again.

“Back teh work.”

She breathed shakily, swallowing hard as she readjusted her position and just when she took him into her mouth again felt him reach to keep toying with her breasts, teasing her nipples, making her moan with his cock on her tongue, his hips bucking forward and the grip of his hands tightening before the thick depth of his voice weakened her again.

“'old 'em togefer for meh, will yeh?” he drawled, squeezing her breasts, then drawing his cock from her mouth when she followed his command, could barely keep up with the pace at which his mind seemed to be running, but she looked down greedily as he gripped the base of his cock, giving himself a few tugs before guiding it to slip between her breasts, humming with satisfaction at the sensation, the desperate look in her eyes, the way his cock slid between the smooth skin of her breasts and he reached to draw his thumb over her bottom lip, his eyes full of admiration and he groaned when she closed her lips again, sucking, her eyes still wide open and fixated on him, his breath coming out shakily at the sight. “Fookin'ell...”

She sucked greedily on his thumb, desperate to please him, to give him anything she could, moving her body the way she demanded. “A-Alexander-...”

He raised an eyebrow at her, his gaze darkening. “Shh, darlin'...” he hummed, taking a hold of the back of her head again and guiding her mouth onto his cock again, reveling in the momentary resistance when she adjusted to feeling him all the way down her throat instantly, her eyes watering and she forced herself to relax, to not gag, instead swallow, her eyes on his, desperate for his approval and he drew back instantly with a groan, his hips shaking. “Fookin'ell, pupa...” he rasped breathily, stepping back before he could no longer control himself, running his fingers through his hair, eyeing her with pride as she sat on her knees in front of him, her skin sheeny and she licked her plush lips, gorgeous and ready to give him whatever he decided he wanted from her. “Get up. 'ave a drink wif meh.”

She nodded, rising to her feet and following over to the dresser by the glass wall that had the Louis Black Pearl he'd promised stood and cooled and she watched as he poured the sparkly liquor into two crystal glasses, handed her one, then once she'd taken it, his hand came down on her lower back to pull her in, spread out and possessive and he groaned as he could hardly take a sip from his drink before her hand already found his cock again, starting to stroke him slowly as she pressed herself against him, a quick kiss placed against his jaw before she looked back at him with her eyes wide, lifting her drink and allowing a giggle to bubble from her lips when the glasses rang together.

“Fookin' yes, darlin'...” he breathed, trying to compose himself to take a sip, forcing his eyes to stay open, to watch her, to take in the exquisite way she appreciated the liquor, he'd never grow tired of it, the way she licked her lip, her eyes fluttered slightly at the first taste in a way that bordered orgasmic, hopelessly blissful and seductive, a silent power that had him weak and he felt his own breath momentarily irregular when she attached her lips to his skin just below his chin, the spot sensitive and likely to bruise without much effort, his hand wandering lower and squeezing her ass only fuelling her hand to move faster on her.

“Once yeh've finished tha' I want yeh on the bed, principessa,” he announced, his voice thick with lust, like honey dripping down her skin, so close that it made her shiver and paired with his irresistible scent, she knew she was at his mercy. “Wanna eat yehr cunt,” he added nonchalantly, though well-aware of the power his words held.

She breathed out, a soft moan shaking at the back of her throat.

He chuckled. “Sound good, doll?”

“Mmmm, please...” she whispered as she drew back to look at him, humming as she watched his adam's apple bob when he finished the small sip remaining in the glass.

“Wanna take it slow though, darlin'...” he hummed. “Make yeh realleh feel me tongue...”

She was practically salivating just from hearing his promises, his voice velvet and sinful. She swallowed hard, finishing her own drink.

He could see the sparkle in her eyes, licking his lips. “Gunna build yehr orgasm...” He placed his glass down without taking his eyes off her, leaning in to press his lips to her ear. “Gunna edge yeh until yeh can't take it, yeh?”

Jade whimpered, her body curving into him and she breathed out shakily, finishing her drink and the moment she'd put her glass down, he made her gasp with a rough squeeze of her ass.

“On the bed, pupa, c'mon...” he demanded impatiently.

She bit her lip, trying to steady herself as she walked slowly, could feel his gaze on her as she swayed her hips and the moment she laid back, he was already right there, had taken off his suit jacket, the top buttons of his shirt undone, his skin shiny, the chain reflecting the low light and she pressed her legs together at the sight of his hands working to draw his belt from the loops of his trousers.

He chuckled at her inquisitive gaze, excited, curious. “Gunna tie yehr 'ands, darlin',” he informed her calmly. “Dun't want yeh gettin' all 'andseh, alreyht?”

She pressed her lips together, obediently stretching her arms out over her head with her wrists pushed together as he lowered himself onto the bed to secure his belt around the bar of the bed post as well as her wrists.

He hummed appreciatively at her compliance, eyeing the way she laid spread out and ready for him to do whatever he pleased with and he reached to brush back her hair before moving to situate himself between her legs, raising an eyebrow at her and the moment their eyes met, he found himself immensely satisfied that she parted her legs for him instantly. “Sooch a good girl for meh,” he drawled.

She purred with delight when she felt his hand moving to sprawl out across her inner thighs, his wedding ring cold against her warm skin and she sighed as he slowly lowered himself down into position, allowing her barely a moment to breathe before his lips attached to her clit, sucking, teasing, evidently enjoying the way she was already squirming under his power, the muscles tightening in his arms as holding her down required more strength. “Mmm, Alexander...”

“Darlin'...” he mumbled against her heat, the movement of his lips sending tingles up her spine, shaking when he pressed his tongue flat to her folds, dipping it inside her momentarily, lifting his gaze to her mercilessly and he pushed down on her thighs. “Relax.”

She swallowed, the dark shimmer in his eyes enough to weaken her knees further, the pleasure he'd already built so dangerously close to spilling over it was pathetic. “Please,” she breathed.

He chuckled, the movement of his tongue, his lips slow, though increasing in intensity, adding pressure so slowly, barely noticeable in a way that was agonising and he could feel her legs shaking under his grip, could tell she was growing close already. “Pupa...” he warned, his voice thick, laced with a sense of power he knew could get her to do anything. “Yeh're not allowed teh let go, doll, not until I tell yeh...”

She breathed in shakily, a desperate whimper escaping her throat and she knew it'd have been too good to be true, that he wanted to test her as well as make her feel good, that he craved the control she reveled in whenever he had her at his mercy, but she was well-aware that she would not be able to hold on for much longer, not after he'd already used her body so shamelessly, not after the whole day of watching him and not having him, not when his every move was set out entirely to weaken her. “I don't know if I can...” she confessed weakly.

His grip tightened on her thighs and he lifted his head slightly, looking up at her. “Yeh can and yeh fookin' will,” he drawled thickly, leaving no room for disobedience, his nails digging into her skin. “I want yeh desperate, doll...” he added. “'n beggin', there's no way yeh're cummin' yet...”

Before she could respond, even react, he covered all of her with his lips again, his tongue driving slowly into her heat, spreading her juices around her folds, every new itch he created instantly tended to because he knew her, inside and out and was well aware of what she needed before she even knew it herself, made her lose control to the point where she pulled uselessly to get her hands out of the restraint of his belt, desperate for leverage, for something to hold on to as he devoured her, his tongue never reaching far enough, his attention to a spot she needed never long enough for her to let go, in complete control of her body.

“Yeh taste so fookin' loveleh, Jade...” he declared before he pressed his tongue instantly to her clit again, though his eyes were locked on hers the moment she lifted her head, the dim lights in the room dipping the features of his face into a glow that highlighted the darkness in his eyes as well as every sharp edge that promised he would ruin her. “Tha's reyht...” he drawled. “Look at meh when I'm playin' wif yeh...”

She cried out softly as he instantly went back to tease her, the heat of his lips too much, paired with the strength he demonstrated with the filth of his words as well as his tight grip on her and she tried to pull her hands from the belt again when he suddenly increased the pressure, the intensity he'd built with his tongue, sucking, teasing, growing rougher, allowing himself to get carried away, to get lost in the way she tasted, whined, squirmed.

He knew he'd never get enough of the way he so easily disheveled her, had not a doubt in his mind that if he made one strategic move, she would disobey instantly, that her body would betray her desperate attempt to follow his demands and he wanted to torture her, watch the way she struggled when it took everything within her to hold on, increasing his efforts before he knew he was doing it, earning himself a shake of her hips which he forced down instantly, the strangled cries that fell from her lips heavenly.

“Alexander, I can't-...” she sobbed at the sudden pressure, the intensity he only applied when determined to coax her into the bliss she craved so desperately now and she squeezed her eyes shut, throwing her head back with tears pearling down her cheeks as she tried her hardest to hold on, felt the burning sensation of her muscles threatening to close around nothing, she knew what he was doing, that he was challenging her in a way that she could not possibly rise to. He held her on the edge for a moment, two and then he lifted his head, but it was too late, the stinging emptiness between her legs too prominent to ignore and even with his lips and tongue no longer on her, her whole body tensed, shaking violently with the orgasm he'd ruined for her, leaving her squirming, unsatisfied and in disbelief at the cruelty of the feeling.

When she opened her eyes, his watchful gaze was on her, his jaw tense and he pursed his lips in contemplation, the slight shake of his head even more frustrating, fuelling her desperate need for the fulfillment she'd thought she'd receive and she pushed her bottom lip forward in a sultry pout, her eyes wide.

“Wha' am I gunna do wif yeh, Jade, eh?” he asked, scratching at his throat. “Thought yeh'd be a good girl for meh...”

She knew there was no arguing with him, no scolding him, he had her and she was going to do anything, despite his torture having risen to a new level. “I-I...”

“Didn't mean for yeh t'cum there but yeh 'ad teh, didn't yeh?” He rose to sit up slowly, his fingertips absently stroking her inner thigh, making her legs shake. “Greedeh lil' brat...” He licked his lips. “'ad teh ruin yehr own orgasm, eh?”

Her lips parted in disbelief, but before she could protest, he'd tilted his head, his lips stretching as he spoke, rising from his seat and she stayed silent, desperate to hear him as he walked into the hallway. “Got anofer plan now...” he announced. “So if I untie yeh...” He paused, making sure her eyes were on him, followed his every move as he returned with something in his hand that she could barely see in the low light. “I want yeh bend over me lap. Gunna give yeh the spankin' yeh deserve for disobeyin' meh like tha'...”

“Alexander...”

He cocked an eyebrow, slowly lifting the top of what she could now make out to be a velvet black box, his fingers closing around the solid gold toy, short with the curve of it trailing into a point, a sparkling green stone enclosed by the gold at the end of it and she tensed at merely the thought of him using it. He licked his lips, immensely satisfied with her reaction, though feigned remaining completely unimpressed. “Are yeh gunna do tha' for meh?” he asked, unfazed and ignoring her pleas.

She swallowed, the throbbing emptiness between her legs fuelling her and she nodded eagerly, ready to do anything it took for him to touch her, to take care of her, to give her whatever he was willing to.

He raised his eyebrows again. “Can't 'ear yeh...”

“Yes,” she whispered. “Please punish me.”

He chuckled darkly, nodding, then reaching to undo the belt, watching impatiently as he sat back down on the edge of the bed and she adjusted her position instantly, bending over his lap and his fingers came up in her hair without missing a beat to guide her head down on the bed, about to bark another command when she already lifted her ass for him. “Good girl, darlin'...” he praised. “Got this shineh new toy for yeh, why dun't yeh get it readeh, eh?”

She watched him, her vision slightly blurred as she lifted her head and he'd already pushed the plug past her plushy lips, humming with satisfaction as she began to suck and he parted her legs slightly for him, reveling in the way she whined around the toy.

The emptiness between her legs was agonising, the awareness that he would take his time unwinding her and enjoy watching her struggle so much almost bringing tears to her eyes as she sucked eagerly to get the toy wet, moaning when he forcefully drew it out and without a warning his other hand came down harshly on her ass, the force of his ring stinging, making her rock forward, her clit brushing against the fabric of his trousers and she moaned needily, though just as she tried to angle her hips to feel more of the friction, his hand sprawled out against her abdomen to push her up again, her ass once again in the air.

He tutted. “None o' tha' now, doll...” he hummed. “Tha' were one.” He rubbed his palm over the stinging skin of her ass. “Count 'em for meh or yeh're gunna regret it.”

“Uno,” she whimpered, her breath shaky.

“Tha's reyht...” he drawled. “Keep yehr ass up now, yeh?”

She nodded, sighing when he pushed her head down again, her cheek pressed to the satin sheets and she closed her eyes, though unprepared completely for the next slap of his hand, requiring all the strength she could gather to keep her body steady. “Due...” she whimpered.

“Goooood girl...” he chuckled. “Tha's it, darlin', one more 'n weh're gunna put yehr new toy teh the test...”

Her body shook with anticipation, seconds passing with him completely still, yet in full control of her, his palm rubbing over both her ass cheeks as if to test, to tease, then he lifted his hand, slapping it down right between her legs, her clit throbbing from the sudden sensation and she mewled desperately into the mattress.

He was silent for another moment and she tried to catch her breath, her mind dizzy with lust, taking her off guard when he smacked his hand against both her cheeks one time without warning. “Jade...” he growled scoldingly.

“F-Fuck...” she whined, her legs threatening to give in and she could feel her juices running down the insides of her thighs, knowing that despite the urge she felt, the undeniable urge, she would regret if she even attempted closing her legs. “I-I'm sorry … t-tre, quattro, cinque...”

“Yeh're fookin' testin' meh now, aren't yeh?” he asked, his fingers spreading her cheeks apart and she felt the tip of the toy cold against ass, making her entire body tense. “Yeh've got teh relax, luv, y'kno' tha'...”

“Alexander...” she whimpered.

“Yehr cunt's so wet, 'ow about...”

She gasped when he pushed the toy inside her dripping heat for merely a split second, drawing it back before she could comprehend, leaving her shaking with desperation.

“Mmmm, now 's nice 'n wet tha's gunna go in easeh...” he hummed.

Jade once again felt the end of the toy against her ass again, the sensation heightened as her heat was still throbbing, empty and before she knew, desperate to feel something, she pushed her hips back towards him, her eyes rolling back as the toy filled her slowly, hissing when Alexander adjusted it, humming with satisfaction at how snugly it fit inside her, watching her tensing around it.

“Oh, tha's luvleh, doll, knew tha'd beh so pretteh for yeh...” He stroked his hand over her ass again, could feel the tension as she anticipated his next move. “Dun't forget t'keep countin',” he warned.

She breathed out shakily, trying to compose herself, to maintain the position her body was in, trying to prepare herself for what was to come, knowing already he would push her to her limit and before she'd properly calmed herself, his palm already collided with her ass again, his wedding ring ensuring she'd be sore and bruised by the time he was done with her and she sobbed at how tight the toy felt inside her as her muscles tensed automatically in order to stay in position for him. “Mmf-fuuuuck...” she whined against the sheets, her heart skipping a beat in panic. “Sei...” she choked out.

The way she could feel his cock throbbing and pressed against her only fuelled her desire, the desperation she got lost in further and further, longing to feel him inside her.

“Jade, yehr cunt is so fookin' wet joost from bein' bent over me lap 'n gettin' a spankin', I can't fookin' believe yeh...” he taunted. “'s it because yehr ass is full now, eh?” He patted her red cheek patronisingly. “So tight 'round it, mm?”

She felt his fingers moving slowly up her back before twisting in her hair, tugging and pulling her up. “Come look at meh, doll...” he demanded and she lifted her head, directing her teary gaze at him, her eyes wide as he arched her body. “So fookin' pretteh....” he hummed, his palm still rubbing over her stinging red skin. “I luv ruinin' yeh, pupa, I do...” he drawled, guiding her back down and smoothing his hand up her back. “Weh're gunna get teh ten.”

“I-I can't,” she whined, her mind foggy with lust and she could hardly focus on his words, simply knew her knees would give in, she would have soaked his trousers entirely, and be sobbing for his cock, his fingers, anything inside her by the end of it.

“Yeh joost need t'count for meh 'n 'old yehrself up, darlin', relax...” he coaxed, his palm spread out and stroking her ass. “'m 'ere...”

She inhaled shakily, already tense and ready to endure more of the delicious torture he knew she craved and she gasped when his hand landed flat on her ass again, shaking, mewling desperately for more. “F-Fuck...” she whined, overwhelmed, fazed more than she'd expected. “Sette...”

“Well done,” he hummed, before he'd even stopped speaking landing two more blows on her red skin, merciless, without missing a beat and the way she could feel exactly where the cool metal of his ring stung gorgeously. “Pupa...” he warned.

Tears were stinging in her eyes, her breathing uneven, she could hardly focus on anything but the shameless lust, the desperate need for something to fill her up with her ass full and her skin stinging highlighting the emptiness that she needed to be tended to most. “I-I...” She whined, taking in another shaky breath. “Otto,” she moaned. “N-Nove...”

“One more, darlin', joost one,” he promised, his knuckles stroking down the back of her thigh, the curve of her, admiring how she still was arched for him, helplessly bent over his lap and fully in his control, taking everything he was giving her, tensing, relaxing at his every strategic touch.

She expected him to draw it out, to wait and tease and taunt her until she would no longer see it coming, but he barely waited a moment longer before pushing her legs apart further, drawing his hand and landing the final smack on her folds, careful to not touch her clit, and he could feel how soaked she was, her inner thighs slick with her leaking juices and he felt momentarily like he'd taken it too far when she rocked forward again, sighing as her knees gave in and she collapsed in his lap, whining at the way her clit once again rubbed against his clothed thigh, the fabric rough and tight. “Thought yeh could take more than tha'...” he drawled, instantly propping her up again with his hand pressed to her belly, determined to make her wait, to not allow her the relief she craved just yet.

“Dieci...” she whined breathlessly, the way she tensed around the plug stinging and almost too much and she didn't how much more she could take, how much longer she could endure him teasing and playing with her, could not remember ever being so wet and desperate to let go.

“Would like yeh t'ride me thigh for a bit, doll, 'ow 'bout tha'?”

Despite the temptation, the eagerness with which she wanted to comply to his order, she knew there was no way he would allow her the relief she needed, though as she attempted to sit up, he'd already taken a hold of her wrists, turned them behind her back and was tying them together with his belt, rendering her helpless and barely able to hold herself up beyond the way he moved her.

He situated her on his thigh and she could feel her own wetness on his suit, wincing when it rubbed against the sensitive red skin of her ass, whining with his hand sprawled out on her hip as he shifted, then reaching to nudge the the end of the plug, making her fall against him. With his grip firm, she could hardly rock her hips the way she'd hoped and the rough material of his suit offered barely any friction, merely rubbing against her slick skin and emphasising her need for him to fill her up.

“Alexander, please...” she whimpered needily, unsure if begging would even get her anywhere at this point.

“Fookin'ell, I luv watchin' yeh, pupa...” he hummed, reaching to brush back the sweaty strands of her hair, then lifting her chin so she would look at him, her eyes teary, heavy-lidded. “Got yeh out of yehr mind wif need, eh?”

She sobbed, nodding, desperately hoping he'd have mercy on her, breathing out shakily when he attached his lips to the side of her neck, the hesitant kisses turning slowly into nips at her skin on his way down and he twisted her nipple between his fingertips, kissing, sucking, biting her delicate skin that stretched over her collarbones before he closed his lips around her nipple, his hand stroking down her back to arch her against him and leaving her no choice but to move exactly the way he conducted.

She moaned softly at the pleasure his lips offered, almost gentle in comparison to the stinging, throbbing she could still feel on her ass, but he didn't allow her to relax for long, another nudge against the plug and his fingers wrapped around the stone, turning, twisting and making her gasp before he drew it out and discarded it to the side, chuckling at the way he could feel how fast her heart was beating, how uneven her breath was.

His rough touches were as overwhelming as his scent, the warmth of his palms, all her senses completely drowning in him, balancing her on the edge and keeping her on her toes with absolutely no prediction of how he would thrill her next.

With his lips still teasing her nipples, now having moved to the other, she barely noticed his hand stroking the side of her throat, only when pressing two fingers against her lips, demanding her to open her mouth, she was drawn back into reality, so lost in her blissed out, desperate state that she sucked on them automatically.

Alex chuckled, pleased with the way she obeyed so submissively and waited until she'd relaxed him against him again, gotten lost in the pleasure of his mouth before he stroked his hand down her back and spread apart her cheeks again, without warning pushing one finger where the plug had stretched her slightly, reveling in the way her body shook against him instantly and she cried out softly. “No, no, doll, keep suckin' on me fingers...” he warned, adding another finger in her ass and starting slowly to tease her, attaching his lips to her nipple once again, the way she whined mindlessly as he played with her threatening to become too much with barely any friction against his cock throbbing for her. But he was determined now.

She could hardly think, lost in the overwhelming pleasure he provided, as well as the way he denied her so carefully what she needed, forcing her to sit barely able to move feeling her own wetness, her walls contracting, desperate to be stretched. “Alexander...” she mumbled around his fingers.

“There's no use in beggin' meh, Jade...” he mumbled against her skin, though his voice clearly strained as he fought for self-control. “I kno' yeh need meh, doll, get get so needeh when yeh need a good fookin'.”

She cried out as he bit down on her nipple, started slowly to bend his knuckles, pick up a slow pace to finger her ass.

“'ow's it feel?” he drawled. “Yehr cunt empteh? Mmmm … yeh shouldn't 'ave cum wifout me permission there earlier...” He looked up at her. “Cryin' because me cock ain't inside yeh, eh?”

Her gaze met his and she begged him with her eyes, with everything she had, trying to roll her hips into his touch, but he merely curled his fingers inside her, only making her suck harder on his fingers, lifting his lips from her chest so she would've fallen against him had it not been for his arm straining between them and he drew his fingers past her sucking lips, wrapping them slowly around her throat.

“Reyht now yeh can't 'andle me worst, can yeh?” he hummed, his thumb digging into the soft skin beneath her chin to angle her head so she would keep her eyes on him, wide and shiny and completely submissive to him. He was thriving on how desperately she needed him, what he'd reduced her to, how much he'd deprived her only to be able to give her the world.

“I-I can always handle your worst, Alexander” she whispered, her voice shaking more than she liked as she sought to challenge him.

He chuckled darkly. He loved the way she tested him, challenged him and even when completely at his mercy was desperate to be his match. But he wanted to watch her fall apart in his hands. “If I touch yeh now, yeh're gunna cum, aren't yeh?”

Her eyes widened in panic as she felt his fingers slowly drawing out of her ass, pushing her hips up slightly and angling his thigh so he could reach between her legs. “N-No, please...” she whined, shaking as he spread her wetness over her folds, careful as he teased to place his movement strategically. She knew she wouldn't be able to handle another unfulfilled promise, the pleasure he'd ruined for her still fresh in her mind and she tried to shift away, but he tightened his grip around her throat to keep her still, raising an eyebrow, his gaze locked on hers and determined to watch her as he mercilessly pushed one finger inside her dripping wet heat, a simple stroke against her walls and she was gone, her eyes rolling back into her head, her entire body shaken, the animalistic cries that fell from her lips more than enough to challenge his own restraint almost beyond resistance, but he forced himself to resist after all, held her up with his fingers wrapped around her throat, feeling her breath hitch, tears pearling down her smooth, pink cheeks and when she reopened her eyes into his, the disappointed look in them, the pout on her pillowy lips threatened to break his heart.

“Fookin'ell...” he rasped, licking his lips. “Tha' were gorgeous, doll, fook...”

She sobbed, attempting to shake her head, to move in any way but he held her still, watching her closely, knew he'd stolen her breath.

“Oh, Jade...” he hummed, stroking his thumb over the base of her throat. “I'm sorreh...” He leaned to press his forehead against hers, sighing. “Yeh're amazin'...” Another sob softened him finally and he pecked her lips, obsessed with the softness of her kiss as she melted into him. “'n I'm gunna take proper care of yeh now...” he mumbled.

Her eyes widened as she drew back, unable to hide the hope in her gaze as she heard him, her walls still contracting though not satisfied, itching, burning for more. “Please...”

He nodded. “Mmm, I kno' tha' weren't nice...” He drew his finger from her, starting to slowly stroke himself. “Yeh've been so patient, darlin', such a good girl for meh...”

She eyed the movement of his fingers greedily, licking her lips.

He chuckled as he caught sight of her hungry gaze, chuckling. “D'yeh need meh t'fook yeh nice 'n deep, me love?”

“I'm begging you,” she whined.

Alex nodded again. “Gunna fill yeh up properleh now, I promise...” he drawled. “Gunna give yehr cunt summat yeh deserve...”

She was practically salivating at his promises, her eyes wide.

“'m reyht 'ere, principessa, 'm gunna give it t'yeh, anehfin' yeh fookin' want...”

“Alexander, just … please...” She tried to shift but with her hands still tied and her knees weak, her ass stinging with every slight shift, she could hardly move.

“Gunna fook yehr cunt so sore, darlin'...” he promised, prolonging the moment just to watch the need in her eyes, felt the way she grew wetter from just his words. “'n then I'm gunna eat yehr cunt again until yeh're too weak teh fookin' cum anehmore...”

“Please, oh … fuck, please...” she whined.

“Mmmm, yeh beg so niceleh for meh...” he hummed appreciatively. “Dun't fink yeh've ever been this wet for meh...”

“I need your cock to soothe me, please...”

“'s alreyht, I got yeh, doll...” he promised, moving both his hands to position her properly in his lap and she fell forward, her head dropping down on his shoulder and she sobbed into his neck. “Tha's it...” he said, the warmth she offered, her irresistible scent clouding his mind. “Yeh gunna sit down on me cock?” He could tell she didn't have the strength to lift her hips, his grip tightening as he guided her upwards, lining his tip up with her soaking entrance, unable to resist just letting go so she sank all the way down on him.

Her body shook from the sudden friction, the overwhelming intensity as he slid inside her with ease, stroked her walls and made them stretch and tighten around him, the burning sensation so blissful, so satisfying and more than anything she could've hoped for, fresh tears pearling down her cheeks. “F-Fuck...” she whined, almost squirming from the sudden stretch.

He moved to cup her chin, lifting her head so he could look at her. “Let meh see yehr pretteh face, darlin', oh, fook...” He wiped her tears the moment he saw her, attempting to compose himself at the same time, she'd never been wetter for him, had never squeezed him so well, had him fighting to hold on and not let go then and there. “Is tha' good, darlin'?”

She nodded weakly, sniffing, unable to speak.

He hummed, nodding back at her knowingly. “Can yeh move for meh, doll?” he asked, shuffling to nudge his thumb against her clit, chuckling as she threatened to squirm away the moment she attempted to lift her hips but sank right back against him.

“N-No...” she whined in defeat, the slightest movement, even a hint of friction from his cock rubbing against her walls making her entire body shake and she shook her head desperately, frustrated with her own weakness.

“Alreyht, alreyht...” he hummed softly, moving to untie her wrists and discarding the belt. “Joost 'old on 'n I'm gunna make yeh feel good...”

Before she could properly adjust her position, her arms slightly numb momentarily, she already felt him shift and then suddenly, the tip of the plug was pressing against her ass, his nails digging into her skin as he tried to spread her ass cheeks.

“Wanna make yeh feel properleh full, ooooh, there weh go...” he hummed, satisfied with the way she squirmed and mewled pathetically as she fell against him again. “Luvleh, darlin'...”

“A-Alexander...” she gasped, the sudden friction of the plug and his cock inside her too much, her nails digging into the back of his neck as she held on to him, but any kind of tension in her body, anything that shook the sensitivity between her legs was more than she could bear.

“Pupa?”

“I-It 'urts...” she whimpered. “Hurts a little...”

He stroked his fingers up and down her back, nodding slowly. “'urts a lil' bit?” He asked. “D'yeh want it t'urt a bit more?”

She breathed out shakily and she could sense the pride in his hum of approval when he felt her nod. “Please.”

“Gunna make it 'urt real good, darlin', I promise...” he drawled.

“P-Please...” she whimpered.

“I'm sorreh, pupa, 'm sorreh...” he urged, his hand pressing flat and sprawled out against her lower back to arch her possessively against him so he could sink deeper inside her.

“O-Ooooh...” she breathed shakily, the sensation as heavenly as it was agonising, the way he rubbed against her walls so tight, so blissful, burning and sending vibrations up her body. “Alex-...”

“Yeh luv meh?”

“I love you” she sobbed, her teeth sinking into his skin at the base of his throat.

“Mmm, I luv yeh, darlin'...” he coaxed. “I kno' yeh're tender, doll, but I've got yeh...” He rocked his hips up into her again, making her squirm, writhing in his lap.

“T-Thank you...” she whimpered despite the way her entire body trembled. “Thank you so much, fuck...”

He groaned, the way she was so sensitive yet so desperate, her walls gripping him and making it hard to move as he started fucking her slowly driving him out of his mind.

“Thank you, thank you, Alexander...” she whimpered, clinging to him desperately as he moved her in his lip.

“Fookin'ell, Jade, yeh drive meh fookin' mad...” he growled, could already feel himself grow closer, had teased her to the edge as well as himself.

“Please don't stop now,” she gasped in panic when she sensed him slowing, though didn't have the strength to move and take what she needed herself, reduced to begging for his mercy with how weak she felt. “Don't play with me, I mean it, please...” she sobbed, holding on to him with desperation, well aware she would be unable to take more cruelty. “I'm sorry” she whined. “But I can't take more...”

There was a tear on his heart upon hearing her soft cries and he stroked his hand down her back soothingly, rocking back up inside her. “I won't, doll, I'm 'ere...” he promised. “Dun't beh sorreh, me love … reached yehr limit, tha's alreyht...”

She relaxed against him, breathing out shakily with relief, reveling in the way he fucked her harder again, reaching deeper inside her, the sensation, the friction making her tingle, satisfying her as well as torturing her blissfully.

“Yeh're doin' so well, Jade...” he praised. “Yeh're fookin' perfection, y'kno' that? Absoluteleh fookin' beau'iful … tell meh wha' yeh want...”

“J-Just fuck me harder, please...”

He hummed happily, only too glad to comply and he gripped on to her hips, starting to quicken his pace, reveling in the way she clenched around him, clung to him for dear life. “'urts real good, dunnit?”

The sensation of his cock, rubbing against the snug fit of her walls as well as the plug drove her out of her mind and she knew she was so close she could taste it, trusted him now to give her the bliss she'd craved ever since he'd touched her in the car and she was chasing what she knew would surpass anything he'd ever given her. “F-Fuck, yes, keep doing that...” she cried. “Right there, please-”

“Can yeh 'andle if I make yeh cum now, doll?” he asked, his hand moving to sprawl out against her back, to hold her there, to keep her body under his full control as he fucked her, though genuinely worried about overwhelming her, but before he could pace himself, he felt it was too late, felt her body tense against him, her nails digging into his back and she bit down on his neck, her walls clenching around him so tightly, holding him inside her that his movements ceased almost entirely as a strangled cry fell from her lips.

Her body shook as she fell over the edge barely making a sound, felt him twitch inside her and the heat of his release filled her, soothing as well as overwhelming her, the burning stretch of her walls, the way it made the plug seem so much tighter tensing her before she could finally relax, breathless as she fell limp in his arms, unable to focus on anything but the low growls that rumbled from deep within his chest, his strong heartbeat, the softness of his shirt against her chest, his hands on her. He was everywhere and everything.

“I'm sorreh...” he breathed. “'m sorreh, darlin'...” He attempted to compose himself, holding her against him, his hands smoothing down her hips and only when the aftershocks, the little trembles of her walls around him slowed did he pull her off him, the muscles straining in his arms and they both gasped when he slipped out of her, laid her down on the bed and making sure her head was comfortable on the pillow before going straight to spreading her thighs apart, his ring against her warm skin, trying not to move her too much as he was well aware of the sting of her ass against the sheets.

He was unable to resist the temptation of pulling the plug from her and catching her by surprise, smirking at the whimper that fell from her lips when he caught her off guard, her teary gaze meeting his as he lowered himself between her legs again, watched the wetness, the redness he'd created. “Fooked yeh nice 'n sore, didn't I?” he drawled as he went instantly to eating her out, eagerly lapping up her juice, spreading them, chuckling against her when he she squirmed the moment he touched her clit, dipping the tip of his tongue inside her though realising instantly it was too sensitive.

“Please...” she whimpered. “I'll do anything...”

He hummed against her, lifting an eyebrow. “Yeh dun't need t'do anehfin, me darlin'...” he reassured her as he watched the way her face scrunched up with desperation, though instantly relaxed at his words. Her skin was shiny with sweat, her entire body exhausted and he was proud of how much he'd given her, of how blissed out she looked. “Relax for meh...” he demanded, eager to give her more. “Let meh take care of yeh...”

Jade didn't know how much time passed, how much time he spent between her legs with pure devotion, quick to tend to her every ache, reveling in the way her fingers tugged and twisted his hair, and though she'd have thought she would after being teased and edged out of her mind, of being completely spent not be able to let go even once more, he managed to get her there, build her slowly to the point where she lost count of the orgasms that unapologetically blurred into one constant state of bliss that left her relaxed into peace, a daze of complete satisfaction.

Alex stopped only when he knew he had given her everything, rose from the bed merely to peel the sweaty fabric of his shirt from his arms, stepping out of his trousers, then shuffling to lie down next to her, surprised that her eyes opened to look at him, watched him move and when she reached to cup his face into her hands, he beyond his control nuzzled into her touch, sighing at the warmth of her palms, the softness of her fingers as she stroked his flushed cheeks.

“You're all mine,” she whispered, her voice weak. “I'm never giving you back, Alexander.”

He laughed quietly. “All yehrs, Jade, I fookin' promise.” The giggle his words drew from her made his heart beat irregularly and he closed his eyes in disbelief at how unconditionally content he felt, contemplated for a split second step out onto the balcony for a cigarette, but the warmth she offered, the serenity, he would've been insane to refuse. “Yeh're the best fookin' fing tha's ever 'appened teh meh. So 'appeh yeh married meh.”

He opened his eyes again, only to see hers had fallen closed. “So beau'iful...” he mumbled quietly, more to himself than her as the even rhythm of her breathing, the smoothness of her features suggested she'd satisfied her into a deep sleep. He felt like he was drunk on all that she was. “Gunna treat yeh like the fookin' princess yeh are.”

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Falling Back Into You (Chapter 1) - Alex Morgan imagine

(A/N): Here’s a multi-chaptered SingleMom! Alex Morgan imagine nobody asked for but I’m going to give you guys anyway lmao. Alex and r are former teammates on the USWNT and haven’t seen each other in years. Shoutout to the cracl heads who are helping me name OCs.

It’s been about 10 years since (Y/N) had seen most of her US national team teammates, with her retirement and social work keeping her away.

So she had absolutely no idea that the kid who caught her eye in a soccer camp she helped with was more connected to her than she thought.

The seven-year-old girl peaked (Y/N)’s attention with her prowess on the field, but what really intrigued her was the kid’s smile that (Y/N) swore she already saw somewhere else.

The girl continued to practice after camp finished, running up and down the field with her small legs handling the ball.

Drawn to the child’s motivation, (Y/N) approached her.

“Still not tired after training with us I see” (Y/N) said, looking affectionately at the young player.

She looked up at (Y/N) and beamed. The older woman was caught off-guard with her eyes, a mix of green and blue that seem so familiar.

“Nope. I want to be the best in the world, like my momma!” The kid said, showing off some dribbling skills to the former USWNT star.

(Y/N) chuckled.

“Yeah? You’re mom was a soccer player too?” (Y/N) said, motioning for the girl to pass the ball to her.

“Yup! The absolute best!” The girl replied. The pair continued passing the ball back and forth.

“Well, I’d sure like to meet her. I want to learn and play with the absolute best in soccer” (Y/N) said, grinning at the kid.

The girl seemed keen to the idea, with her face lighting up at the mention of playing with her mother.

“That would be awesome. She’d kick your ass” The girl replied. (Y/N) giggles at the small girl using the word ass.

She was just about to reply when a new but familiar voice called from behind them.

“Mia! There you are. I’ve been waiting forever for you” The voice called.

“Mom!” Mia said, immediately leaving the ball and running towards her mother.

(Y/N) turned around to look at the pair and immediately, her breath caught in her throat.

“You should’ve been finished 30 minutes ago. Now look, you’ve forced one of your coaches to stay with you-” The mother started to say but stopped dead in her tracks when she looked up.

“(Y/N)?” She said, eyes widening.

“Alex?” (Y/N) replied.

Both women squealed in delight as Alex put Mia down to crash into a hug with (Y/N).

“Wow. It’s so good to see you” (Y/N) said, still hanging on tightly to the former Orlando star.

They pulled back and grinned at each other.

“How long has it been?” Alex said, smiling at her old friend. Mia looked curiously at the two adults in her midst.

“Too long, Alex” (Y/N) said with an elated look on her face.

“Wow, Mia. You were right when you said that your mom was the best in teh world” (Y/N) said, crouching down and ruffling the girl’s hair.

Mia giggled and playfully swatted (Y/N)’s hand.

“She said that?” Alex said, smiling down at her daughter.

“Yeah. But she definitely won’t kick my ass. As far as I can remember, I beat her during scrimmages in practice before” (Y/N) said, standing up and nudging Alex’s shoulder.

“Shut up” Alex replied with faux annoyance. Mia seemed to connect the dots and looked alternately at the two ladies.

“You played together?” Mia said, looking at her mother curiously.

“Yep. Won two World Cups together too” (Y/N) replied, grinning proudly at Alex.

The forward’s heart warmed at the flashback of memories with (Y/N) coming back to her.

“Too bad she had to retire before the 2023 Cup, then we could’ve won three together” Alex said smugly. (Y/N) scoffed.

“Well, my body wasn’t that strong. I’m a bit older than you remember” (Y/N) retorted playfully.

“Grandma” Alex said. (Y/N) gaped at her in disbelief.

“Ooooh burn” Mia said, laughing at the antics of her mom and friend. (Y/N) grinned at the kid.

“Feisty. Just like your mom I see” (Y/N) said.

Mia smiled and nodded her head. (Y/N) laughed and looked at Alex again.

“Wanna go get some ice cream? It’s on me. This kid killed it today” (Y/N) said. Mia perked up at the mention of ice cream and looked pleadingly at her mother.

Alex pretended to think about it but the smile that cracked her face moments after told Mia and (Y/N) she was gonna give in.

“Fine” Alex said. Mia squealed in delight and started running off the pitch.

“She’s quite something” (Y/N) commented, walking leisurely with Alex.

“She is” Alex replied shyly, suddenly conscious that she’s alone with (Y/N).

“Just like you” (Y/N) said, grinning at her former teammate. Alex playfully swats (Y/N) on the arm.

(Y/N) laughs and the pair continue walking in comfortable silence. Mia was already in the exit by the time the two adults caught up to her.

“You sure you have time to take us to ice cream?” Alex said, as the trio walked towards an ice cream parlor (Y/N) knew was near the field.

“Yeah, of course. No biggie” (Y/N) said, shrugging her shoulders.

They had arrived at the ice cream parlor not long after, got their fill and walked around the nearby park.

Mia headed off by herself in a playground in the park with a few other kids while Alex and (Y/N) kept an eye on her in a bench.

(Y/N) took a deep breath and finally asked Alex a question that’s been nagging at the back of her mind all day.

“So, how’s Servando?” (Y/N) said, taking a cautious spoonful of her vanilla ice cream.

Alex tensed up a bit at the mention of her ex-husband. She sighed but nevertheless turned to face (Y/N).

“You really haven’t been keeping in touch, no?” Alex said, smiling at her old friend. (Y/N) almost looked guilty.

“Sorry…” (Y/N) said, looking down at her half eaten ice cream.

“Don’t be. But…. he’s been gone for a while now. He didn’t want kids and when I suddenly had Mia, he didn’t want to stick around anymore” Alex said, shrugging her shoulders.

(Y/N) looked at her in disbelief and felt a feeling strongly reminding her of anger and hate bubble up inside.

“What? Why?” (Y/N) said, wondering how anyone would willingly choose to leave Alex and such a sweet kid like Mia.

“He just didn’t want us anymore. It’s fine though, I mean I guess I really didn’t want him anymore either” Alex said nonchalantly.

But (Y/N) was still fuming, taking angry spoonfuls of her ice cream. Alex chuckled at the sight of her friend.

“What are you laughing at? He’s a total dickwad!” (Y/N) said loudly, flailing her ice cream-occupied hands in the air.

“Dickwad” The pair heard Mia say. The adults whipped their head to look at the seven-year-old who was apparently already next to them.

“Nope. We don’t say that word” (Y/N) said, starting to panic at having accidentally taught a kid a swear ward.

Alex laughed at (Y/N)’s efforts to explain to Mia how she shouldn’t be saying that word.

“That’s…. that’s a really bad word and I’m really sorry I said that. Auntie (Y/N)’s going to be in trouble for that later. Don’t imitate it” (Y/N) rambled on.

Mia looked confused at the older woman’s rambling but simply nodded her head.

(Y/N) looked helplessly at Alex and mouthed ‘sorry’ but the latter just chuckled and waved her off.

“Your Auntie (Y/N) is a bad role model. Don’t be like her” Alex said playfully taking her daughter into her lap.

“Hey! I’m not that bad!” (Y/N) said defensively. Alex rolled her eyes and simply laughed.

The trio continued their day talking about soccer tactics, with Mia wanting to learn from her mother’s former teammate.

“Someday, I wanna be a World Cup champion like you two!” Mia said, skipping happily as they walked out of the park.

“I’m sure you’ll get to do that, baby girl. After all, it runs in the genes” (Y/N) said, ruffling her hair again.

“Where will you be going home to?” Alex said, continuing to walk with (Y/N) – Mia a few steps ahead of them.

“I have a loft a few blocks down on 26th street. Just moved in last month, actually” (Y/N) replied.

“Wow. So I’ll be definitely seeing more of you very soon?” Alex said, smiling.

“If you want to, yeah” (Y/N) replied, grinning back.

The trio came to an intersection where (Y/N)’s house was off to the left while Alex and Mia should head right.

“This is you right?” Alex said, pointing to the left. (Y/N) hummed in response.

“Yeah, but I’d like to walk you two home if you let me” (Y/N) said, shoving her hands into her pockets, moving around nervously.

Alex blushed at how cute and shy (Y/N) was being.

“We’d like that” Alex said as Mia nodded in approval. (Y/N) grinned and walked to the right with the pair.

Alex and (Y/N) continued catching up the rest of the way, with Alex finding out how (Y/N) has been spending her retirement.

“I’ve been pretty busy with social work still, we sometimes go to local communities and start a soccer club there. You know, just to get kids into the right kind of hobbies,” (Y/N) said. Alex nodded and was a bit impressed at how passionate (Y/N) was with what she was doing.

“I also have a small athleisure wear I manage. It’s not much but it pays the bills” (Y/N) said, chuckling.

“You’ve been pretty busy huh? Well, Mia is my whole life now. Although I do coach a university women’s soccer team” Alex said. (Y/N) beamed at the mention of the sport.

“Still can’t leave it, huh?” (Y/N) said, grinning. Alex nods.

“It’s the love of my life” Alex said. (Y/N) hums in approval.

They finally make it to Alex’s house after a few minutes and (Y/N) walks them up to the front door.

“Well, this is me. It’s been great seeing you” Alex said, smiling affectionately at (Y/N).

Mia had already opened the door and dashed inside to play with their pet dog Bob.

“Yeah… same here” (Y/N) said, leaning on the door frame as Alex stepped inside.

“I’ll see you soon?” Alex said, with a hopeful glint in her eyes. (Y/N) blushes a shade of pink and nods her head.

“Definitely” She replied. She almost, almost doesn’t notice the subtle lip bite Alex does before smiling back at her.

“Good. Well. Bye” Alex said, motioning to close the door. (Y/N) stood up straight and shoved her hands into her pockets again.

“Bye” She said. Once the door closed, (Y/N) released a breath she didn’t know she was holding in.

Who would’ve thought she would run into the girl she’s been in love with all these years?

To be continued

#alex morgan #alex morgan imagines #uswnt #uswnt imagines #singlemom!alex

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Choking On Sapphires 85

Characters: Alfie Solomons x Genevieve (OFC)

Title & Song: Breakdown

Summary: Genevieve’s behavior comes to a head and Alfie is forced to act as the harsh voice of reason. He's left to act in his personal life as he does in his business where he does the things no one else wants or is willing to. But he'd do anything for his Genny. Song is Breakdown by Tom Petty.

Warnings/Tags: Language. References to assault and violence. PTSD. Angst. Drug Abuse. Trauma. Self Hatred. Fighting, verbal and physical.

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There had been a shift in the energy of the house after Claire and Genevieve’s altercation. Genevieve was trying to behave but finding it nearly impossible. The pull of the promise of relief from her medicine was too seductive to deny for long. Each dose was reacted to like some rare delicacy, with closed eyes and moans. She couldn’t control herself. Her mind was crowded with so much the more time passed. More memories and complicated waves of emotions she didn’t understand, left her feeling overpowered no matter what she did.

She was trying and it could be seen by everyone, but she would drop everything for her medicine and it was obvious there was still dependence there no matter how little they gave her. A nervous tick when it got close to the time for it, nose twitching and eyes fluttering, trying to stay still and waiting for someone to mention it because she knew she couldn’t first. Then she’d be given that look again, and she hated the humiliation that came with it.

She tries to fill the shame, the hurt and the anger with something. She studies, but that leads to headaches and a sore throat. She paints and the things that come out are dark and twisted and make those around her uncomfortable and worry about her. She dresses up, trying to see herself how she was, but it all felt like a sham. There was no confidence where it once lived. She eats and bakes, finding a productive distraction and gaining a slight bit of weight from where she’d lost it. But her appetite was still lackluster, the medicine saw to that. She wasn’t ready to try to add her former most favorite vice, sex, to the list but at least she could fathom the idea of it without becoming physically ill. Maybe things were getting better. But the voice in her head told her no as soon as the thought passed. That she was still very much broken and a failure, feeling slow in both mind and body still it was hard for her to be positive about anything. The depression was starting to set in.

With a memory that left something to be desired still, she’s grown the tendency to be forgetful. Clumsy and forgetful was preferred to hallucinating and passed out to everyone but her. The constant state of being aware of controlling herself left her exhausted most days and always on edge. She has the occasional tantrum, it couldn’t be helped, and with the lack of medicine given to help her calm down, it only made her angrier and fueled the fire of her fits. They were less often now, but more intense when they did happen. Big sweeping mood swings that took her wherever they wanted and she was was left to be used by her whims, whether the actions she took were something she wanted to do or not. They left her a crying mess. She only wanted to feel normal again. She didn’t know who this woman was that she’d become. She hates the anger she felt about her cravings for the medicine. She hates the flux of the ups and downs from it, but in her desperate moments, it’s the only thing that gives her some stability. She didn’t want to need it the way she did, another layer of anger born from shame. She felt weak and that was something she didn’t have much experience with.

On an afternoon spent dressing herself up for no reason, just passing time and listening to music to keep herself in good spirits she’s met with an undiagnosed stressor that had slipped between the cracks. A gossip hound by the name of Dorothy who did not have Genevieve’s best interests at heart. She was paid for information, not to tell that she was doing better. A saboteur sent in by one of the posh Jewish elite who did not approve of the Alfie and Gen’s underground lifestyle. Striking while the iron was hot and they were both at the most vulnerable they’ve ever been, Dorothy was there to make sure things didn’t run too smoothly for too long. Coming from the former biggest gossip in all of London’s employ, she knew how to stir a pot. And poor Gen, trusting those around her, as she had no other choice but to in her condition, never saw it coming.

“The horn section is lovely isn’t it?” Dorothy states, dusting around the gramophone.

The use of the word makes Gen’s nose twitch just as the maid knew it would. “Yes it is.” she answers with fluttering eyes and reaching for her large powder puff to fan herself with.

“I say, you’re looking rather glowing today, Miss. Like an inner light is coming out. I’m sure Mr. Solomons loves that you’re putting forth the effort in your appearance, hmm?” she makes casual sounding backhanded compliments as she moves around the room.

She sees Gen’s body language tighten and she keeps smiling as she works.

“You’ve put on some weight too I see. Filling out nicely. Looking healthy. All good things.” she chirps. “One would think there could be a little Solomons on the way with how you’re looking.” she gives an innocent scrunch of her nose and a kind smile. “Absolutely radiant.” she ends with a flourish. “And wouldn’t a baby be lovely? An excuse for all those sweets you’ve been making!” she lets out a light-hearted laugh. “Afterall, not many men would’ve stayed around through all this. You’re so very lucky to have Mr. Solomons. What a patient man.” she speaks softly.

“Yes. I am.” she mumbles, face turning downward now.

“Well, I’m finished in here. Anything else you need miss?” she asks putting a hand to Gen’s shoulder.

“No. Thank you.” she replies softly, eyes not meeting the maids, staring at her reflection in the vanity mirror.

“I don't care what anyone else says, I think you’re progressing just fine.” she gives a supportive nod. “Especially for what you’ve been through. My goodness. What a tragedy to befall such a woman who had such strengths. Surely a test. One you’re still working on mastering. We’re all waiting and watching...rooting for you Miss Durand. Have a good afternoon.” she says trotting out of the room, knowing the seeds were planted to make an eventful evening.

Every line had felt like a slap to the face for Gen. Every worry she had, some she hadn’t yet, all brought back out to the surface in a single conversation. If Gen had been herself she would’ve been impressed with the woman’s skill. Then she would have killed her of course for saying such things, but in this emotional state, she only felt sorry for herself. She looked at herself in the mirror. Were her breasts bigger? Was she getting too fat? Everyone was waiting for her to screw up again, she knew it. Apparently people were saying she wasn’t healing fast enough, but of course, they were. She wasn’t. And poor Alfie...he had been on the sidelines, merely a bystander in all this. It truly was a miracle he was still around. At this point he would be better off without her she thinks. She was only making his life harder.

Her eyes trail down to her stomach and she feels it flip with nausea. She had asked the doctor every time they were alone if her not bleeding was normal. There were no signs of pregnancy he said and the body can react wildly after trauma. That there was nothing he saw to worry about. But it didn’t stop the panic rising in her chest and bubbling up and out her throat in a choked sob. What if she was? What if a constant reminder of her weakness and this awful period of time we’re sitting right there. Taking root. It was her greatest fear and Dorothy had played into it seamlessly. All she had wanted before was to be pregnant. A happy accident, despite her timing the inward emissions of Alfie in her favor. Her mind had been all babies and happy thoughts attached and now it was of shame and upset. By far the biggest trigger of them all. She thinks of the children she’s seen. Wondering if they were a sign. Her dreams came true on occasion, so why not hallucinations?

Her hands clutch at the dress she wears, feeling sick rise in her throat. She gets intrusive thoughts of the time held captive again. Blood. So much blood. These were new, these weren’t her normal violent flashbacks, her eyes well up with tears and she starts to sob, feeling it all over again. Why was there so much blood she wondered? She feels it as if it’s real. Blood thick and caked on her skin, from her temples to her thighs, the sticky and awful feeling, the constant reminder of how battered she was. The constant worry there was too much of it, that was something was wrong with her. That panic takes hold of her and she starts wheezing, not catching her breath, holding her chest and gasping. She raises, wild-eyed and tries to make it to the bed to lie down, count like the doctor told her. But it was no use. This was too strong and she was too weak she thought. She knew what she needed.

She races in her tiny heels to the back innards of teh house to Aggie’s room. She’s in such a state she doesn’t hear Alfie calling for her as he sees her making a mad dash. Of course, his instinct is something is terribly wrong. And in a way it was, so he follows suit. He finds her on her knees with one of her hairpins in Aggie’s locked door.

His worry is replaced with hot anger, having to watch Gen give in and relapse in front of his eyes. “Gen!” he booms out and she doesn’t even notice. She barrels through the door and rummages loudly through Aggie’s things, finding the bottle of Morphine and finding it severely lacking in its contents.

She whimpers and whines, shaking it over her gaping mouth as she cries, mascara running down her face. She keeps wheezing, now at a total loss for how to handle herself.

Alfie barges in like a bull, one big swipe knocks the bottle out of her hands and it breaks against the wall. Her eyes turn large and terrified to him, but he doesn’t feel sympathy in the moment, only disappointment and anger. “Fuck’s sake Genevieve! Get ahold of yourself!” he says loudly as she cries, looking back over to where the bottle had broken.

“I can’t! I need it! I need it to STOP!” she wails loudly her head shaking back and forth dramatically.

“Gen!” he shouts again and she doesn’t stop, hands in her hair and groaning.

She was so desperate to make the fear and thoughts stop. But she just saw him there, silhouetted by that shifting yellow light over her. “I’m too weak. I can’t. I’m pathetic. It won't stop.” she pants, her face contorted into an ugly mash of pain and confusion.

“Get ahold of yourself woman!” he shouts, grabbing her tightly by the arms, making her stop hurting herself.

The rough handling of her snaps her from her self pity and kicks in her fight response. Her head snaps up, eyes dilated and black, intense as they glared into his own. “Don’t touch me!” she screams and struggles.

“I can’t fuckin’ trust you can I? Ya gonna fuckin’ hurt yaself!” he growls back as they wrestle back and forth. She was a lot stronger in the moment that he thought she could be in her condition.

“Stop it!” she fights back, kicking at him as he holds her up from falling and hurting herself, hitting something on the way down to the ground.

“No!” he yells angrily. “Look at you! Gen! Fuckin’ ‘ell girl CALM DOWN!” he roars, having to haul her back onto her feet.

She stops struggling and stands, face now full of betrayal as she shakes with the underlying anger.

“You need to get a grip on yaself Genny! Look at you! Why are you actin’ like this? Like a fuckin’ fiend! Are we going to have to lock you up next? Can you not be trusted anymore?” he asks with a low brow and harsh delivery.

“Let me go.” she demands, struggling against him mildly, her eyes looking more her old self in their fury.

“Fuckin’...NO! Why would I? Look at how you’re actin’! What is wrong with you?” he groans out loudly as her jaw clenches and she slaps him across the face, resulting in him very calmly letting her go and clenching his hands into fists at his sides. His nostrils flared and his eyes remained shut. He wasn’t going to hit her back. He wasn’t that sort of man. But she was bringing out the worst in him. They were bringing out the worst in each other.

“Don’t fucking touch me like that!” she shrieks, adjusting her dress. “I have a reason for acting this way! What about YOU?” she responds, shoving him out of the way and running off down the hall.

With her dress pulled high, she needed to escape. She needed out and away. She heads straight for the door, Joseph tottering after her as the staff had gathered cautiously to see what was happening.

“We’re going to London Joseph.” she announces with wild eyes and confidence to her face she hadn’t felt and no one had seen in some time.

“Miss I don’t think-”

“You are going to drive me to London or I will fucking DO IT MYSELF!” she screams as he hunches down and does as he’s told. What other choice did he have? “I’m not staying here. I can’t. I need to get out of my own head. I can’t stay. I can’t do it.” she mutters to herself, head shaking back and forth as they drive off as were her orders.

“Why are you just standing there! Go after her!” Aggie shouts in Alfie’s face, him standing where Gen had left him as he rubbed his temples.

“Send some of my boys after her. Watch her. We know what she’s fuckin’ doin’.” he shakes his head, his voice quiet and even.

“How are you so bloody calm?”

“Aggie... sweetie... calm is the last thing I am right now.” his voice was a deep hiss, his eyes almost hidden behind low brows. “But I...in my line of work have MUCH practice in withholding my true emotions. And I am using it to its full extent right now.” his jaw is tight, speaking through clenched teeth as he cracks his knuckles.

“But she’s ran away?”

“No. She’s going to get well pissed. That’s what she’s doin’. There wasn't enough of this fuckin’ JUNK to ease her and now she’s reverting to her immature behavior.”

“She’s not well Alfie, you need to remember.”

“IT’S ALL I FUCKIN THINK ABOUT YEAH?” he shouts in anger before composing himself and Aggie takes a step back. “I want to be so fuckin’ furious at her for this. I know I should be sympathetic. I know she’s not herself. But I am so close to just fucking off right now. And I know I don’t want to do that. And it’s all making me MORE angry because I can’t fuckin' control it. I control things Aggie, that’s what I fuckin’ DO. And I can’t her, right?”

“Neither can she. Remember that.”

“Oh, I do. And it just makes it worse.” he throws his arms up in the air. “I’ll go get her. Fuckin’... AGAIN.” he sighs and shakes his head. “I was prepared, yeah? To deal with the healing. I can grasp that. I can respect it. But this…” he motions to the broken bottle on the floor. “I’m having a bloody hard time respecting this.” he says with a groan. “This is just... weakness. This isn’t her. She’s not Gen when she’s on this shit.” he tells, walking around the bed and crunching the glass under his work boots. “There’s no more of this. Fuck that!” he says pointing to the same spot. “I’m done wif it. I ‘on’t care if the doctor says it’s helpin’, it’s fuckin’ not, right? Don’t get no more. Those are orders. You hear me? I know you’re soft Aggie but it’s time for some tough love for the old girl. Don’t ya think?” he asks, leaning over the small woman as she scrunches her face in a scowl. “This soft fuckin’ treatment innit doin’ a fuckin’ thing. She HATED bein’ coddled before. Remember? Do any of us ever remember fuckin’ BEFORE now?” he sighs and groans, rubbing his face.

“Yes sir.” she says coldly.

“Oh don’t give me that.” he responds with an aggressive nod. “Do you not think it’s time to reign her in?”

“I do. But I don’t like it.”

“Well, I ‘on’t fuckin’ LIKE it either! You think I want to be cruel to her? The woman I’ve promised to care for? To respect and protect?”

“It’s hard to tell with you lately.”

“Well, I fuckin’ don’t. But with someone like her…” he points in the direction Gen fled. “In a situation like this, perhaps sympathy isn’t what is needed. She needs a swift kick to the arse to make her see how she’s actin’. And I’m the only one what will tell her what she don’t wanna hear.”

“I hope you’re right. I’ll call the doctor and tell him no more medicine. In case she tries to get it herself.”

“Good girl.” he says giving her a strong pat the back and sauntering down the hall with hard steps that make his shoulder sway even more than usual.

-----

Genevieve had done exactly as Alfie knew she would. His men were out on alert for her in the city and they found her quickly. Out getting pissed at some east end shit hole where she didn’t have to pay for a thing.

“Alright. She’s had enough.” Alfie instructs, putting his watch back into his coat pocket. “Bring her out.” he orders with a flick of his wrist. “Be gentle but...make her. Try to appeal to her vanity. That usually works.” he states with a stern point of his finger to the lads given the job.

Gen, of course, did not want to leave. She didn’t want to see Alfie or hear about him or any man really. She wanted to be lost in the sounds and movements and be young and wild and free again. But the reality that she could no longer be any of those things, truly, would always come knocking. And in this instance, it was a few of the big boys of Alfie’s she knew. The muscle.

“Miss it’s time to go.” one says in her ear.

“No.” she declares defiantly. Like a child, really.

“Miss I must insist. We’re here on Mr. Solomons orders.”

“Fuck his orders.” she sass’s back and turns away and he takes her by the arm.

“We can take you out of here kicking and screaming but what would the gossip sound like if word were to get around, eh? So why don’t you walk out with us, and no one has to be any wiser as to what’s happening.”

She gives him a look that would normally make him worry, as he had heard about the things she’d done. “Don’t fuckin' touch me.” she growls, jerking out his grip. “Where is the bastard?” she spits out as she begins walking towards the door.

He waits, and it does take longer than expected. But there she came, mad as a wet cat, stomping, and hissing just the same towards his vehicle. She was uneasy on her feet, not stumbling but a drunken sway that told him he’d stopped her at just the right time.

He sits in silence, his hat on, cane in hand and posture straight as he makes her sit with her thoughts as they travel down the road. He eventually turns towards her and she’s pouting out the window.

“Gen, look at me.” he orders.

She, of course, doesn’t even acknowledge him. Sitting with her arms crossed and body language very clear she wanted nothing to do with him.

“Genevieve…” he warns. “Can you even hear me? Ya fuckin’ pissed innit ya?” he scoffs and waits.

She lets out a defiant huff through her nose.

“Fuckin’ look at me, woman.” he moves and takes her by the chin. He met with glossy and unfocused eyes and pouting lips. “Look at you…” he shames her and her lip quivers. “Fuckin’ mess.” he tsks and shakes his head. “Can you even respond to me ya little drunkard?” she speaks nothing and tries to move out of his grasp but he’s holding onto her too tightly. “Fuck’s sake Genny.” he presses his lips and sighs.

“I can.” she snaps back. “But what’s the fucking point?” she snarls.

“Because I asked you a fucking question dinnit I? Because you should explain this childish behavior. You’re not a fucking child. You’re not even that young, you’re a grown woman. You know better.” he speaks intensely but with a smooth delivery that makes her wants to slap him again. He was being too condescending. So patronizing it made her sick.

“Clearly I don’t.” she ejects back with a rough turn of her head that knocks her chin out of his grasp. He returns it slowly to the top of his cane.

“You’re some fuckin' junkie now and you’re just gonna give up? One bad thing happens and you just roll over and let your jellied brain just fuck you, eh?” he delivers harshly, knowing the words would hurt her, but it was his role to put the wild thing in her place before, and it only made sense he’d be the one now. He could handle her hating him. More people hated him than liked him, it wasn’t a bother to him. He knew that if she’d see a true relfection of herself, that she’d thank him one day for the honesty.

“One thing?” she shouts. “One fucking thing?” her voice cracks with emotion as she begins speaking with her hands. “My life has been nothing but bad things Alfie!” her voice was exhausted. ”One after another. Every fucking day!” she turns on her knees and screams at him. “I was there for DAYS, the things they did to me?! And you want to say it was ONE thing?” her French accent comes out, her finger pointing in his face as she let go of all that was building up inside her that the Morphine wouldn’t let her feel or communicate. “When you know how I was raised? What my father and his friends did to me? The kind’ve men I’ve had to get close to? The shit I’ve had to eat because of being a woman. ONE THING?” she screams in his face.

“And what good is complainin' and throwin’ a tantrum like a fuckin' little girl gonna do, eh?” he keeps his calm, and it makes her angrier. He should be as upset as her she thought. It wasn’t fair he got to be unbothered and she was left a mess.

“Fuck you Alfie!” she barks, sitting back and crossing her arms, looking out the window.

“I’d rather hear that then you feeling sorry for yourself.” he snarks with a raised brow. He was proud of her, actually. This was the most she’d talked about what had happened. She needed to feel these feelings, get them all out and that medicine had stopped it, stunted her and left her in an emotional purgatory.

“We can’t all have steel traps up here can we?” she replies, tapping her temple “We can’t all be fuckin’...made of stone and just push forward no matter what happens. Some of us are SOFT and FEEL things.” she answers with a quieter voice, but that did not mean she was less angry.

“If you think I don’t feel things you’ve not been payin’ attention.” his voice even, and lips pursed.

“So your reaction to my problem is to shake me and shout at me? To give me barked orders like a dog?” she questions incredulously.

“You haven’t listened to anythin' else.” he gives her a side-eyed glance and he can feel the heat radiating off her towards him.

“What else have you tried lately Alfie? Huh? I don’t even remember when I first came home, and I don’t remember you being soft with me once as of late. You’ve just given me that… fuckin’... look.”

“A look?” he answers a mild chortle.

“Yes like that! Like a disappointed father. Like you don’t even want me anymore. I’m just some burden to you.”

“Genny this behavior is a burden for a man like me.” he speaks plainly and it cuts her like a knife.

“Then why don’t you just fucking leave? If you hate me so much?” her eyes welling up with tears now, the anger shifting into hurt.

“I don’t hate you, but you’re actin' like a daft cu-.” he sighs. “I don’t hate you. If I did I wouldn’t be here right now. I wouldn’t have been dealing with the things I have for you... from you.” he answers with a curt tone, his hand laying out his point as he spoke.

“Do you think what a woman like me needs right now is cold indifference?” her head shakes back and forth, in disbelief at how he was speaking to her.

“I don’t know what the fuck you need any more to be honest. This whole thing has turned you into someone I don’t know.” his eyes were more honest now, she recognized it.

“I could say the same.” she glares back, hiding the swell of emotions inside her. She didn’t want to break down again. She didn’t want him to have the satisfaction. And that was exactly what he had wanted out of her. He didn’t care if she had to use him and spite for him to gain the want to control herself. He just wanted her to control herself.

She sulks the whole way home, the anger fading, turning to sadness with the tiredness that overtook her body. He followed her into the bed room, as if nothing was wrong.

“Why are you staying around me?” she snaps as he sees the softness in her face.

“Because I have to, love.” he replies as he takes off his coat. He knew another flare was incoming.

“Why are you being so mean?” her hard exterior breaks and tears start to fall.

“You want to know? Truly? Can you handle it Genevieve?” he asks with a mean face that shows so sympathy for her tears.

She nods, “Yes. I can.” she says defiantly through tears.

He takes a deep breath and gives her the truth. “Because I just want my Genny back.” he admits with a shake of his head. The brief softness in his eyes making a sob bubble up in her throat. “I don’t know who this drugged up woman is that runs off in the middle of the night.” his voice lacked bite, but still felt harsh as it came out. “You did it once, and I was sympathetic, your sister passin’ ‘n all. But not with this. Not after all this time.” his face hardens, straightening his posture and looking her up and down, judging her. “You’re smarter than this Gen.” he says with exasperation. “You aren’t who I agreed to be with right now. And I just fuckin’ want some relief, I just want my Genny back, love, that’s all.” his brow was hard, his words even more so as they hit her in the chest like a kick.

“I am your Genny.” she sobs, voice so small. Her heart was broken, her faults laid out plainly for her to see. She could no longer ignore them. “I am. I’m just... I’m…” she breaks down and begins to cry. The fog she’d been in gone, the cold reality of her behavior hitting her now. Feeling every little thing, most importantly shame for the right reasons for the first time since the incident.

“But you’re not though are ya?” he leans towards her, his face still cold to her. “You’re not her right now, sweetie. Cause my Genny? She wouldn’t do any of 'is.” he motions to her, half bent and sobbing into her hands as he begins to walk away to leave her to her catharsis.

“I am your Genny!” she shouts and her voice breaks and cries, tears and snot and the whole mess, months of backed up and delayed revelations coming at her, feeling alone and ashamed. She watches him leave the bedroom as she calls out, not seeing the hurt on his own face for putting her through this. But he knew it had to be done, it was his role to be the one to do the things no one else wanted or could.

He sleeps in his old room that night, giving her time to wail it all out. And she did. She cried herself sick. But she didn’t drink, she didn’t ask for medicine, she didn’t ask for anything. She sat in front of the fire, thinking about the past few months and let out everything in wails and sobs. A cleansing she’d desperately needed.

——-

The next morning Alfie's conscience is weighing heavy. It didn’t happen often and he hated the feel of it. But he’d slept like shit and heard her crying all night and had to deal with the dirty looks from Aggie and Claire as he rose from the spare room. He wanders into the kitchen, asking for Genevieve’s favorite tea and sweets. It isn’t questioned and he shuffles his way to her room with the serving tray balanced in his hands. House shoes scuffing the stone floors while his pajamas slicked together from the soft fabric Gen insisted on them being.

She’s asleep in the floor, laid out on pillows and blankets in front of a dying fire. Her hair was covering her face and most of her body, a silk nightgown just visible underneath the veil. He stokes the fire and feeds it, then standing over her and clearing his throat, causing her to stir.

She whines and rubs her face, pushing her hair out of the way of seeing before focusing her eyes on his shoes.

“Oh.” She says sleepily, “It’s you.” She lets him know she wasn’t too keen on seeing him.

“I brought ya your tea and biscuits.” He offers in a friendly voice. Much more polite than anything they exchanged the night before.

“Thanks.” She grumbles, pulling herself off the floor and onto the couch.

“Would you like me to make your tea? Fetch you a robe?” He inquires.

“No.” She answers quickly, moving to prepare her tea herself. “I don’t want to be fucking coddled.” She forced out through a smart tongue.

He doesn’t find himself annoyed at her behavior. Even though that was clearly the case for her towards him. She was a crumpled, sickly looking mess but she was indeed herself. And that’s all he’d wanted. He’d missed that spark, that justified emotion, even anger towards him. He knew she was feeling more herself with her demand and he felt a small glimmer of hope.

“How are you feeling this mornin'?” He inquires with a tilted head her way.

“Like hell.”

“You do favor it, sweetie.” He says with a rub of his chin.

She raises her eyes in a glare his way but finds his face not aggressive. ”You look just as well Alfie.” She snarls back.

“I’d not only agree but say I feel much the same.” He nods and purses his lips I’m hesitant agreement.

“I’m going through withdrawal and dealing with a bastard of a ma What’s your excuse?”

“Dealing with a woman going through withdrawl and being a right bastard.” He retorts.

She actually felt inclined to smile at the remark. That would’ve been the first in months. The first non-drug induced one anyway. Normally the comment would’ve been met with a laugh and a little pinch of the cheeky man. Perhaps even a kiss for the self-deprecating humor. But all he saw was a flash of sarcasm in her eyes, but that was indeed enough to satiate him for now. A “Mmph.” nodded is all he is given in the meantime.

“Do you need anythin' this mornin'?” He asks cautiously. She always asked for her medicine with breakfast when it was not freely given.

“No.” She sighs out, teacup resting on her thigh. “I’m afraid I don’t have an appetite for much of anything else anymore.” Her voice is even but her hands shake. Her color was poorly, dark circles under her eyes and a pale complexion. A light cast of sheen from sweat on her skin. Her stomach growls and she rubs it with a wince. “Just send Aggie in. I’m feeling rather weak in the absence of the medicine and I’ll be taking to my bed today I believe.” She rises and puts the back of her hand to her mouth for a moment, nausea sweeping about her insides.

“Will do, love.” He says with a polite bow. “Any cause to call the doctor?”

“No. There’s nothing he can do for this.” She shakes her head. “I’ll just have to suffer until it’s out of my system. And what is more suffering for a woman like me?” She shrugs and looks his way. She was tired, bless her, in so many meanings of the word.

“It is nothing for a strong woman.” He states supportively.

She lets out an amused laugh, a single forced exhale of “Ha.” A scoff really. “When I see one I will be sure to give her my problems.” She rolls her eyes and rubs her stomach again as it growl and squeals.

“Mirrors in the bathroom.” He motions and she shoots him a side-eyed glance. “If you need me further I’ll be only a phone call away.”

“I won’t require you.” She answers curtly, not looking his way. It was the first time she’d not pouted when he mentioned leaving.

“I will be home for tea. Perhaps you will feel up to having it with me?” He questions as he moves toward the door.

“Perhaps.” She calls out in response. She pauses in the bathroom doorway as he does the same to the hall. “Perhaps not.” She says with a shrug and an almost sarcastic face.

He only gives her a nod in response, shutting the door behind him. He should’ve felt a burn of her being cold. But he didn’t. He knew she’d be mad with him for some time. But he was ready to weather it. She could be as angry as she liked, didn’t matter to him. Not when their well being, their business, and her recovery were at stake. He’d take all the anger from her in the world to get his Genny back.

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Yeah, I think May would definitely win in a real fight but I think they have so much fun just sparring, they know each other so well and probably sparred plenty of times so they know most of each other's moves and well, it's just really hot to imagine them going at it lol of course AoS couldn't give us that. We even saw Coulson fighting but ofc not with May, that would be giving too much to the shippers.

OF COURSE RIGHT, GOD FORBID THEY GIVE US EVEN JUST A FLICKER OF CONTENTMENT LMAO, WHO CARES ABOUT THE FANS ANYWAY... Sorry for the capslock, but I couldn’t express this any other way than shouting it because I’ll always be annoyed by this! Yeah, they don’t owe us anything, they should be able to tell the story they want without feeling obliged to indulge in the fan-service, bla bla bla, don’t care, I’ll stay pissed off, I’m sure the writers won’t mind, and at this point it’s the level of resigned annoyance that doesn’t ruin my day, so I can stay “fueled” without feeling miserable about it like I was some time ago, when I was more invested (not that I’m not invested in the ship now, but I made peace with the fact that I won’t get the satisfaction - and there is no “compliance” involved here :p - I need from the show so I’m looking for it elsewhere)!

I am convinced it would have been so amazing seeing Phil and Melinda spar because I found adorable (ok, maybe it’s not the best term to describe sparring sessions, but I have big family feels about it because Philindaisy obviously so for me that adjective stands) the sparring scenes Daisy had with both Phil and Melinda so yeah, it was a huge waste of potential, but what’s new when we talk about Philinda’s treatment in the show...

I do see their relationship as a bit unbalanced. There are so many times we saw May showing in words and actions what Coulson means to her, even her freaking robot was out there declaring her love and willing to die for him and the team. I think you're right that Coulson being the director is one of teh reasons for that difference but I think who they are is another.

For Coulson there is Humanity, SHIELD, Daisy and ofc May cares about that too but I mostly see her putting him ahead of pretty much everything, she's so ridiculously loyal to him, even Garret knew that about her, it wasn't follow SHIELD to the grave but Coulson. Watching gifsets of S1B was actually making me ship them less lol, he believed she was Hydra up until she was about to be killed too and then he was a raging dick, to hurt her, and not even an apology after.

Nothing much to add here, I agree with you, let me just underline the awful treatment Phil reserved to Melinda when he thought she was Hydra... All right, I get it, he must have felt overwhelmed discovering such huge betrayal from people in his organization to the point he felt he couldn’t be able to trust anyone, when he was raised in SHIELD with the “trust the system” drill in his head, valid for him until he died and was brought back, at least, not to mention the fact that he was kept in the shadows about this goddamn GH-325 secret by his closest (at least that’s what he thought she was) friend and ally, but just because he seemed to rely on Melinda so much that he decided to choose her as his “right-hand” for the task he accepted, I was flabbergasted that, after the first (comprehensible) moment of shock, he didn’t give her just a glimmer of benefit of the doubt, straight up assumed that she betrayed him and all... So was there nothing at all to be saved from their relationship until that moment that he could just pause just a second and consider that that was Melinda May he was crucifying, and I’m aware that it all happened so fast that there wasn’t a moment to breathe, let alone the chance of having a proper, lenghty conversation with her, but it took him too long, in my humble opinion, to realize that he couldn’t just throw whatever they had out of the window so rashly... Anyway, after the “epiphanic” Audrey episode the writers OBVIOUSLY never addressed the situation again, making us believe that between them it was all good again just by magic... mumble mumble... Thankfully there is fanfiction to fill in the gaps, because there is not a chance in the world I’ll be convinced that that evening, after Melinda brought Phil the infamous pendrive with the video about the TAHITI project, didn’t end up with them spending the night discussing everything and both apologizing AT LENGTH (in my universe there would have been also moments gradually and steadily reaching the R rating, but I would have been perfectly fine watching a scene with just them talking and making a real effort to clear things up and it would have actually made more sense considering canon, but they gave us nothing so whatever, I consider myself free to imagine whatever it pleases me :p )

I remember watching all of that some months ago and thinking he's going to to redeem himself by showing she the same kind of loyalty but then S2 and May was again with that massive devotion of hers, with the alien illness and the "real" SHIELD but what I got was Coulson lying to her repeatedly for no good reason. 3A was weird, I don't mind they had LIs, I actually really liked Andrew but they barely felt like friends imo. When Andrew/Lash was happening *Mack* was the only one who thought that maybe she could use a friend, that was bizarre.

WHEN HE ASKED HER TO KILL HIM IF THINGS GOT OUT OF CONTROL (and just that, my god, I understand that he trusts only her with everything at this point, not only SHIELD but even his life, but it’s rather a terrible thing to ask anyway), AND SHE INSTEAD HAD ALREADY PLANNED TO SPEND THE REST OF THEIR LIFE IN A GODDAMN CABIN IN A PLACE SHE KNEW HE WANTED TO VISIT, DECIDING TO STAND BY HIS SIDE AND SUPPORT AND HELP HIM UNTIL THE VERY END... AND BY S5 SHE HELD UP TO HER WORD AND DID IT, EVEN IF IN A DIFFERENT PLACE...

“NO MATTER WHAT HAPPENS, I’LL TAKE CARE OF YOU, THAT’S MY PLAN”

EXCUSE ME WHILE I GO DIG MYSELF A HOLE IN THE GARDEN AND CURL UP IN THERE FOR THE NEXT DECADE IF THAT ISN’T LOVE I DON’T KNOW WHAT IS??!?!!!!! That sentence and her actions show her love for him more powerfully than any “I love you” voiced out, but ok, let’s carry on...

I could even let the fact that he didn’t tell her about Theta Protocol slide because of all that classified crap and such, even if she called him out brilliantly about him not having the right to know that as well him not being Director anymore (HA, sorry Coulson but take that!) - I’m not really sure it was that a valid reason the fact that he should have told her because Andrew was involved, I mean, idk, they were not even married anymore, I don’t think that officially it should have been her business to know, but surely, as his best friend, Phil maybe should have felt more of a moral obligation to inform her, also because I can’t really recall if Phil started seeing Andrew before he confessed Melinda about his writing impulses, but at some point she knew, so what was the harm on letting her know? Where was the logic in keeping at least that hidden from her? I’ll be damned if I know!

Anyway, what I seriously would have kicked Phil’s ass for is the fact that he, TWICE (as far as I remember at least) affirmed that he didn’t want to go to Melinda after the whole Andrew/Lash debacle because “she wouldn’t want me to go after her right now” “she’ll talk when she’s ready”... Phil... pal.... buddy... what the fuck???!!! I mean, ok, Melinda would have assured you that she was fine, especially if you approached her in public, but... you know... we know... THE WHOLE WORLD knows she wasn’t, how could she???!!! One fucking sentence, one “you know I’m here if you want to talk or anything” like she said to him, more than once, would have killed the writers to insert it?????!?!?!?! But no, not only he doesn’t reach to her (at least, we don’t see it and it isn’t even implied in the show)but in the meantime he proceedes to go out and have drinks and slEEP WITH ROSALIND AND START A RELATIONSHIP WITH HER WHAT THE HELL KINDA BEHAVIOUR IS THAT?????! His best friend is anguished, tormented and in pain, he should have at least stood by her bunk’s door all night just to reassure her he was there for whatever she needed, or at least stay at base, work, go to sleep, idk, with what spirit you go out and go on a date and everything???!! Why is that, to distract yourself?? Oh yeah, but he’s also working an angle here, yeah all work and duty and no play, eh, Coulson?! MELINDA NEEDED YOUR SUPPORT AND FRIENDSHIP FFS!!!!!!! Damn it, at least find time to show a scene in which he makes an effort to reach for her, then she is free to do anything she wants with his support and if she asks he’ll be considerate enough to leave her alone, but show us he tries, because that’s something I think Coulson would do!!!! Instead he apparently just straight up assumes that she doesn’t want anyone close in that moment so he doesn’t even bother to assure her that if she needs it, he’s there for her... I get it, we all know she closed off after Bahrain and all and she’s the kind of person who tends to keep things for herself, but it doesn’t hurt to at least let her know he’s available if she needs help, especially because she’d hate to bother him knowing well that he has a lot more to think about than just her? Listen, Coulson in certain instances could be a little dense, but I think he’d make such a reasoning, idk? Or am I assuming too much about him? But, as you said, even Mack voices his concerns about leaving her alone, someone who is not particularly close to her, but not Phil

3B was better but still too little. It's funny but two of my favorites scenes of the show were the one about the boundaries, SO much to unpack there and when called him on it when he said she was too quick to the trigger and Daisy wasn't Andrew, the murder vest was bad enough but damn he still went the extra mile, but if he's going to be a bastard, at least have May fight back because I don't think I could take more of him being a dick and May just taking and getting no apologies like in 2B.

Oh my god, OH MY GOD yes, that was the peak of the idiocy!! “You’re always so quick to the trigger” JESUS CHRIST PHIL HOW COULD YOU EVEN CONCEIVE TO SAY SOMETHING LIKE THAT TO HER, TO MELINDA, HOW THE FUCK DOES YOUR BRAIN WORK????!!?!?!!? I seriously tend to erase all this stupidity in s3, I know it’s not fair to the show but I’m sorry, I really can’t stand that Phil could say shit like that to Melinda, I can barely recognize it as canon... Maybe it’s me who has created this version of Phil in my head that actually got things wrong about his character, maybe I’m misreading him and don’t really understand him fully (not that I have ever claimed that I do, anyway), because no matter how stressful this moment is for him and no matter how much pressure he is under, I can’t for the life of me accept that he would say those things and behave like that... S1 behaviour I understand even if it still pisses me off a bit but it’s definitely more comprehensible, but these aspects no, just no, no way... The writers kinda saved it with May taking no shit from him (thank god for that, at least) and him apologizing, even if that was still pretty mild according to me, but oh well, better than nothing at all I guess? Let’s try to convince ourselves of that...

S4 was kinda funny to me because they just turned it up to eleven but I appreciate we actually saw him showing love/devotion/loyalty, without S4 I don't think I could ship them as much and since S5 was also disappointing in my I need to believe Coulson loves her as much as she loves him thing there was little Philinda, but still we had May showing in actions and words her love for him and Coulson, well, I believe he loves her and I guess he kissed her, said he didn't want to leave her and invited her to spend a few days together before he died in front of her. Her SL in S6 was about how much she loved him but I knew that already lol and then emotional torture and death.

Definitely, I seriously don’t know what happened during s4 writing that convinced the writers to suddenly push on the accelerator with their relationship, but I’m actually grateful (see? I can also say good things about them lol ), even if in terms of continuity for their dynamic I’m not sure how much sense it makes unless you take for granted that interactions must have happened in between the seasons, things we obviously weren’t witnesses of... As you pointed out, otherwise it would have been pretty hard to root for them to get closer, because May deserves the world!

It’s kind of ironic in a way to see, despite her being not openly vocal and expressive in her affections, how much more Melinda has said and done to and for Phil compared to him for her - again, as it has been said, he had far more things to worry about than her, whose mission was mainly Phil from the very beginning, so he obviously was more preoccupied to allow himself the luxury of devoting himself to just one person, but still...

S6? What is that? I really have no idea what you’re talking about here... :p

And that's why I appreciate so much how the fics do the work on Couson's part because I don't think I would love the ship as much without it either. And I just find confusing why AoS decided to go for the ship if they didn't care much about committing to their relationship on screen.

Yes! And ah, at this point, especially after S6, I’m so deflated about some choices that were made that I hardly care about trying to understand what goes through the writers’ heads, so again, I’ll just take what I want and run away quickly before they catch me and throw me in the pit of misery again (lol, look how confident I seem, as if I firmly believe that I won’t be affected at all by S7... Mh mh, yeah, sure, stay tuned to find out how much I’ll fail despite me training myself not to get involved with the show like I used to be...)

#lives-ruined-and-bloodshed #reply for your life! reply for the hills!#I'm sorry this took so long to reply to #ok maybe you didn't even want t a reply to this idk #especially messy as this one is #also sorry for 'lashing out' like this #I guess this conversation gave me the opportunity to get some things out of my system about philinda #long post

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MACHIAVELLI KNEW THEN WHAT WE ARE LEARNING NOW

Machiavelli: “The rich are as much a threat to a republic as a standing military.” The Discourse on Livy, First Book, Chapter III.

The terms elites and rich are used interchangeably.

Elites have the habit of making an “issue” a “selective issue.” Roe v. Wade a perfect example.

Roe was decided in 1973. It received the usual post decision fanfare as any other significant decision. The issue then died.

It was resurrected 6 years later in 1979.

A group of evangelical leaders were searching for an issue to make a mountain out of a mole hill, so to speak. In order to defeat Jimmy Carter’s reelection bid. They seized on abortion not for moral reasons. Rather as the rallying cry to defeat Carter.

The evangelicals actually wanted the issue to be segregated schools. Keep suburban areas white. Keep blacks separated from white children.

Segregated schools as a moral issue seemed too far out. Something more palatable for the religious right to rely on was required. Abortion became the choice.

Wealthy persons with far right thinking were becoming more involved in politics. They liked the idea of abortion as the issue.

The beginning of the elites pouring money into the Republican far right began in the 1970’s and 1980’s. The billionaires tossed big dollars into the effort. Richard Mellon Scaife of the Mellon banking family and Joseph Coors the beer baron two individuals who gave the most.

Coors far right thinking was described by many as “a little bit right of Attila the Hun.”

Coors financed the Heritage Foundation which stands strong today in promoting issues that help the rich to quietly control American society.

The rich could not understand why peons should control the U.S. Their procedure became a simple one. While remaining in the background, they threw billions of dollars into Republican far right conservative causes.

Elected officials became subservient to those who provided funds for the party. Elites contributed to far right groups to protest and push causes they believed beneficial to their aims.

The peons loved it! Thought they were running the U.S. Blind fools! The rich took over. From behind the scenes, they now call the shots.

Interestingly, abortion one of the issues still working for them.

Trump’s recent 5 o’clock TV shows I have labeled Trump’s follies. I have compared Trump to Howdy Doody’s Buffalo Bob and Clarabell.

One thing that irritates me is that Trump is never on time for the show. A half hour to an hour late generally.

Such reflects a definite disregard and lack of respect for the American public who wait to hear his words.

The substance of these shows based on inaccuracies.

Last night, Trump said coronavirus was “under control.” How? The U.S. has 4.85 million confirmed cases. Deaths 159,000. Deaths occurring one every minute.

He said U.S. testing the best in the world. Results available in 5 to 15 minutes. Where does he get his facts? Testing still sucks. Testing not yet readily available. Results not generally available for 3 to 5 to 7 days. Sometimes, 10-12.

Trump proudly claims all kinds of supplies readily available. Like masks, testing equipment, gowns, gloves, inhalators, etc. Ask hospital personnel. They will tell you the truth.

He shocked me when he said Florida, Texas and California were in good shape, the numbers coming down. The three states still disasters.

I was of the opinion that Trump lied most of the time. Now, I think not. He is ignorant. Such is the problem.

Trump’s demand that the U.S. get a cut of any TikiTok sale ridiculous. Something new. From the genius of Trump’s mind.

Not just a cut, Trump believes the dollars should be “substantial” and “very big dollars.”

Wrong to do. Not the usual way of doing business. The government getting a piece of the action where a private business transaction is involved.

Trump is doing this to further aggravate China. China owns the company that owns TikiTok. Trump continues defecating on China. He is pushing China as FDR did Japan re oil. The result was Pearl Harbor.

Alan Dershowitz is one of America’s outstanding criminal defense attorneys. Spent his lifetime teaching at Harvard Law and handling these cases on the side.

It is claimed Dershowitz was a guest at Jeffrey Epstein’s pedophile island. One of the young girls, I cannot recall whether 12 or 16, he allegedly had sex with.

Dershowitz denied it. The girl now a young lady. She has sued Dershowitz.

He denies frequently. Like every other week. He comes up with another reason why her claims are not true.

Me thinks Dershowitz complains too much. I give him the advise he would give a client in a similar situation: “Shut up!”

Banks are whores. They got away with murder as the saying goes in 2008. Coronavirus another story. Appears to be doing many banks in.

HSBC is headquartered in London. It is Europe’s largest bank.

Its net profit for the second quarter dropped 96 percent! Plummeted!

HSBC blames coronavirus and lower interest rates.

Numbers best describe HSBC’s problem. The bank’s second quarter net profit for this year $192 million. Sounds like a lot of money. Not when compared to HSBC’s net profit for the second quarter last year.

The bank’s net profit second quarter last year was $4.37 billion.

Something definitely wrong at HSBC.

Trump rarely consistent. The past couple of weeks, he has been decrying the use of mail in ballots. Specifically mentioning many of the states who use them or intend to use them for this year’s Presidential election. Florida one of the states mentioned.

Yesterday, Trump urged Florida to use mail in ballots. He claimed Florida’s “election system is safe and secure, tried and true…..Florida’s election system has been cleaned up.”

No further elaboration. No reason why he changed his mind.

Wisteria Island back in the news.

When I first came to Key West 30 years ago, two small islands sat west of Key West. One whose name I cannot recall. The other Wisteria Island. Both islands a five minute boat ride from Key West.

Both islands used by the homeless, not taken care of, etc. The State would visit each island once year to remove all those inhabiting them for 24 hours so such persons would not be able to later claim title under adverse possession.

Then came Sunset Key. The island whose previous name I could not recall. Today a place of beauty and elegance. The finest homes and a superior restaurant. Everything on Sunset Key expensive.

Wisteria Island continues to sit next to Sunset Key. Looks like a garbage dump. Overgrown, people leave the island unclean, etc.

The Bernstein family (F.E.B. Corp.) has owned Wisteria for years. The intent to develop Wisteria similar to Sunset Key.

Ownership has always been an issue.

The most recent lawsuit began several years ago. I forget who was contesting the Bernstein title. May have been the State.

At the last minute, the U.S. government got involved in the lawsuit. They had not been heard from the decades before.

The U.S. claimed it owned the island.

A federal court recently decided the U.S. does: “It was built up by Navy contractors, who used the land for teh government’s purposes and benefit of storing fil;l accumulated from nearby dredging operastions.”

A lousy decisions. The government has never made beneficial use of Wisteria and never will. Its last minute entrance in the lawsuit was to exercise its right of claim. Utilizing mentally a never give up title to anything thought.

Sad because Wisteria is going to sit idle forever. A tiny black eye sitting off Key West’s waterfront.

Enjoy your day!

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Napule Nights - trenta

Smut warning and thanks to Elana as always! There’s some big stuff coming in the next few chapters so beware x

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As the doors of the elevator on Turner's floor slid open, Jade was determined to allow him to see as much of her as he'd given her of him, not only during their time out, driving and giving up his control to her the way he had, but afterwards as well, the way he'd come back for her to kiss her and do exactly what she needed to be reassured, and she was sure that he'd known that, that he had consciously made that choice to succumb to her needs. And since she'd practically begged him to, she knew she wouldn't be herself if she didn't extend the same courage to him.

Her heels clicked on the floor as Helders escorted her down the hall towards Turner's door, held the door open for her in no time, and she couldn't help but note that because Turner was already expecting her, his head of security didn't bother with as much as a knock.

She barely noticed the door close behind her, her attention instantly captivated by the mellifluous sound of piano keys, too rich and uncoordinated to float from his record player and when she walked further into the loft, around the corner to see all of it, she spotted Turner sat at a large black piano. Despite it not having been there two days prior, it blended into the room perfectly, looked like it'd enjoyed its special spot by the glass wall of a window all this time.

Alex was unsure for a moment if he'd heard the door, had continued playing, completely lost in the familiar feeling of finally playing again, but the tension in his shoulders was eased instantly when he heard the familiar clicking of heels on his floor, his fingers then slowly ceasing to move on the keys and he took a deep breath.

“Oh, no” she said quietly, licking her lips as she finally stepped close to him, standing next to the piano to look at him. The buttons of his shirt were half-undone, sleeves rolled up, a sheer layer of sweat on his chest around his chain, fingers hovering over the keys, gazing downwards, his eyes only meeting hers after a few seconds of silence, then they met hers. “Please don't stop for me.”

Her plea almost had him continuing instantly, his eyes wandering down her body slowly, her sage green dress was tiptoeing dangerously on the border between evening wear and lingerie, shiny, the thin material covered completely in a transparent layer of lace, the sparkly green heel of her black stilettos matching, and he only dragged his eyes back up to her face when she cleared her throat and stepped forward, his elegant fingers slowly beginning to dance across the keys again, shifting to the side on the stool instinctively to make room for her.

She could tell that he wasn't in a very confrontational mood, she wasn't going to take advantage of it, but she noticed that he looked as tired as he had the last night she'd been there, and she didn't think twice before sitting down and resting her head against his shoulder instinctively. At that moment, she wasn't on edge, his movements were calm and slow, and made her heart skip a beat when the unfamiliar tune blurred into the opening chords of Love Theme.

“Alexander...” she said, feeling him tense slightly. “Did the meeting go okay?”

He let out a shaky breath, his fingers never leaving the keys. He huffed, and she was sure that he would not bother with a response, that the tension would rise again and the feeling she was enjoying now would fade soon, but then he cleared his throat, swallowing hard. “No...” he stated slowly. “The meetin' were fookin' far from okeh.”

She bit her lip, worried he was mocking her for asking, now slightly on edge and ready to throw all her intentions she'd promised herself to stick to on the way here out the window, put her guard up and fire back, but then the tension in his shoulders slowly ceased again.

“Fings are joost gettin' out of 'and.”

She was surprised when he added on to his statement, unsure if she should pose another question, or if that would just push him away, but then he surprised her again, unpredictable as ever.

“Weh're loosin' allies on all fronts” he said, his fingers still moving slowly across the keys, the familiar tune soothing her in contrast to the tension that his words evoked within her. “And I'm supposed teh run the business, so I'm supposed t'kno' but I joost 'ave no fookin' idea if 's teh do wif us or them, tha knows?”

She could sense that he wasn't looking for a response, that the tag question was meant merely as a rhetorical one and she stayed silent, enjoyed the music and the deep sound of his voice, determined to not miss a word he said to be of as much help as she could.

“Me padre is expectin' meh teh figure it all out.” He sighed. “At least weh fookin' know who will beh loyal through it all, eh?”

The weak huff of laughter he let out had her heart breaking, it was all wrong seeing him like this once again, and while she felt privileged that he allowed her to see him like this, that he wasn't hiding in front of her, she hated knowing that he was indifferent enough to forget who he was. It was clear to her that he wasn't going to share more, that his attempt at a joke was the end of it so she lifted her head slowly, unable to help herself swaying slightly, smacking her lips together. “Since when has this been here then?” She asked, running her fingers slowly over the side of the instrument.

“I 'ad it brought in while I were aweh yesterdeh...” he explained, shrugging, giving her more before she could even asked. “When yeh asked meh if I played last week, I … I realised I missed it and I thought it might relax meh.”

She smiled to herself, inhaling slowly. “And does it?”

His eyes lifted slowly from the keys, his head turning, the way his deep brown eyes locked hers making her stomach flip. “I s'pose” he nodded. “Nofin relaxes meh like yeh though, Jade.”

She swallowed, felt her own breath shaking now and she moved her hand slowly up his arm, feeling his bicep tense and she squeezed his shoulder, looking back at him through hooded eyes, her voice soft and sultry as she spoke. “Do you want me, Alexander?”

He bit his lip, his gaze locked on the perfection of her face, his fingers' movements on the piano once again ceasing. “Take off yehr dress” he ordered, the stability in his voice making him feel more stable himself. “And get on me bed.”

She hummed excitedly, closing her eyes as she took in his words, her lips threatening to curl into that satisfied smile that always made him want to dominate her.

“Now.”

She rose quickly to her feet, pulled her dress slowly over her head as she walked, long steps that accentuated her legs gorgeously, her hips swaying, turning around to give him the perfect view of her body when her dress flew to the floor, then sinking down on his silky bed sheets in just her heels and her black thong.

Alex's fingers twitched, aching to touch her and he stood slowly off the stool, his fingers undoing the remaining buttons of his shirt before it joined her dress on the floor, the look on his face as he approached her so dark and full of bad intentions that it had her weak and she instantly ached for him to touch her.

She rose to her knees on his bed, her fingers sprawled out greedily on his chest, scratching down his warm skin slowly, her gaze needy, desperate. “Mmmm, Alexander...” she coaxed, the sparkle in her eyes seeking only to provoke him, to challenge him, to build up his need to take control of her because she knew he needed control of something, and she was only too delighted to comply.

He'd admitted that he wanted her, the way she had his mind spinning within seconds and made him want to take her, her wits and brilliance undeniably a match for her physical allure because like him, nothing she ever did was by chance, and she knew exactly what she was doing, knew exactly what he needed from her, what he needed to feel.

Her eyes were hopeful, innocent, contrasting the salaciousness that fell from her lips. “Touch me, Alexander...” she coaxed. “I need you to take me.”

He swallowed hard, throat straining, his jaw tense. He stretched his fingers, tried to hold himself back because he wasn't going to give in so easily, no matter how badly he needed her, he was desperate to hear her begging for him, for her to assure him that she wanted him more than he wanted her, although he doubted that it was possible, he still needed to hear it.

“Impatient, pupa...” he drawled, stepping back slowly, undoing the button and zipper of his tight trousers, immensely pleased with the excitement he saw flicker across her face. He loved the look of her lips on his cock, the effort she put in and how she begged him for more, the absolute joy she could get from it the most satisfying part. “Gunna feed yeh me cock first, doll, does tha' sound good?”

She nodded eagerly, slowly sinking from the bed to the floor, conscious to place herself below him, a sense of relief rushing through her when he gripped the back of her head, his fingers twisting in her hair and pushing his hips forward, the way he forced his cock right into her throat and heard her groan igniting that spark she'd been desperate to see in his eyes, the light behind them slowly coming to life again as he felt that sense of control and dominance he so badly craved.

She swallowed around him without missing a beat, welcoming what he'd meant to catch her off guard with and she reveled in the feeling of his fingers knotting in her hair, pushing her down needily on him, breathing out shakily, his humming turning into a quiet groan as he lifted her mouth off him for a moment, pulling on her hair, her eyes ever-focused on his the way she knew he loved. She licked her lips, her eyes begging him for more and he missed no time forcing his cock into her mouth again, moaning at the familiar feeling of her lips wrapped tightly around him, her tongue toying with his tip, then swirling around him while she tried to free her head from the firm grip of his hand, not to get away but to start sucking him on her own accord, purring happily when he let go and she was able to start bobbing her head back and forth, her fingers coming up to aid her jerk him when she drew back her head, then relaxed her throat when she felt his hips buck forward again with a guttural moan vibrating from his chest, his lips parting and he grunted when she swallowed around him again, her tongue swirling around him and she almost saw his eyes roll back, immensely excited by how quickly she could unwind him.

“Fookin'ell...” he drawled, his fingers gripping her hair tighter, wrapping strands of it around his fingers and using it as leverage to guide her head back and forth along with her rhythm, pushing her closer and his cock deeper into her mouth when she wasn't fast enough for him but as much as he hated to admit it now, she knew exactly what he craved, when he needed her to be slow, when he needed her to do everything she could.

When she shifted forward to take all of him again, massaging the base of his cock teasingly, he threatened to let go right then and there, the sudden movement unexpected and he pulled her back roughly by her hair, groaning loudly as he tried desperately to hold on, breathing shakily and fighting the urge to release right then on her face with how gorgeous she looked on her knees for him, sat contently by his feet and ready to do anything he asked her to do, a true dream that he hadn't appreciated the luxury of for a while, because her eagerness combined with her enthusiasm, her excitement, her beauty, her experience and the way she'd figured him out, it was beyond comparison, and he didn't expect to ever be able to wrap his head around the sublime she was.

“Mmmm, Alexander” she pouted, licking her lips. “I just want to show you how powerful you are” she coaxed. “How much I respect you...”

He swallowed hard, his adam's apple bobbing prominently in his throat, his fingers toying with her hair, undeniably soothed by her words, reassured, a surge of confidence fuelled that he might not have allowed himself to carry out an hour before. “Get up. Take this off” he commanded, stepping back, his eyes following her watchfully.

She obeyed instantly, rose to her feet gracefully and looked at him for further instructions as she took off her thong, his quick gesture making her turn around and climb onto the edge of the bed for him, giggling when without a warning his palm smacked down hard on her ass. “Yesss, baby...” she hummed.

His jaw locked, his fingers stretching as he tried to compose himself, slowly stepping out of his trousers to improve his ability to move, then stepping closer to her and landing another smack on her already reddening skin, beyond aroused by the way she was wiggling her ass at him hopefully and he nudged her legs apart, groaning. “Yehr cunt fookin' loves meh, pupa, look 'ow fookin' wet yeh get joost suckin' meh...”

She could feel herself getting wetter from just his words, aching for him to touch her as she was now unable to close her legs without breaking the position he'd guided her into and she wanted to please him badly, wanted him to be in full control and succumb to his every need, to anticipate and carry out his every wish. “Please spank me again...” she begged, turning around to look at him over her shoulder, the darkness of his eyes, the lust and the power igniting a fire inside her.

He chuckled darkly, then landed three more hard smacks on her ass without fail, grabbing a handful of it when her squeal of excitement trailed off into a loud moan of pleasure. He could hardly contain himself, mesmerized by the way she got wetter with every collision of his hand with her smooth skin.

“M-More...” she whispered, her breathing shaky as her head hung between her shoulders, her ass wiggling in anticipation of the next slap.

He smoothed his hand over her back, pondering his next move. “I 'aven't 'eard one fank yeh yet, doll...” He drawled thickly. “Ask meh niceleh, pupa, yeh're so fookin' ungrateful...”

Her heart dropped and she turned to look at him once again, her eyes pleading. “Thank you for taking such good care of me, Alexander...” she coaxed, pleased with the way he tensed once again to not allow her to observe the satisfaction her words evoked within him. “Please, please spank me again, I'm going to be so good for you...” She licked her lips. “Anything you want...”

He groaned, spanked her again, desperate to be inside her with every moan that fell from her lips, with every push of her hips and wiggle of her ass towards him, he lost more and more control that he'd been trying to build up, it was impossible, her behaviour in itself a contradiction.

“F-Fuck me...” she cried, the throbbing ache between her legs down in sync with the pain pulsing underneath her reddened skin, tingling and drawing more and more attention to how badly she needed him to feel the emptiness inside her and tend to the ache he'd created.

He'd been holding back all day, had stopped kissing her because he couldn't contain himself and as much as he enjoyed the way she begged him, could have listened to her cries of his name all night, he wanted nothing more than to bury himself inside her, to have the wetness of her walls welcome him and squeeze around him in a way that brought him to his knees with ease, the way she shuddered when he stepped forward and rubbed the tip of his cock testing his control precariously, refusing to give in that easily, his hands coming down on her hips to hold her in place when she tried to push back on him with a whimper. “Mmm, I kno' yeh want meh, pupa, why dun't yeh beg meh teh fook yeh?”

“Please...” she cried and she loosened the way she was propping herself up with her arms when his hand smoothed down her back, bending her forward slowly, her body arching in a way he couldn't help but admire, her cheek pressed against his silk sheets. “Please, Alexander, please fuck me...”

“Are yeh mine, Jade?” He drawled, feeling the way she shivered as he held her body in place.

“A-All yours...” she whimpered when he inched his hips forward, sinking slightly deeper inside her. “F-Fuck...”

Alex groaned, unable to hold back any longer and with one swift movement of his hips, he filled her up, hard and without a warning, a loud moan of satisfaction fell from his lips, his nails digging into her skin as he held her in place when she almost squirmed away from the intensity.

She whined desperately, her fingers fisting the sheets as his cock stretched her out, the burning friction so tight as he fit snugly inside her wet heat, throbbing and forcing her to accommodate to his wishes. “Alexander...” she whimpered, her body tensing as she realised how close she was already, the way he'd spanked her never failing to arouse her.

He chuckled darkly when he realised how tense she was, didn't relax the way she usually did when she was going to let him move the way he liked and he smiled to himself with satisfaction, drawing his hips back slowly, sucking in a breath when she cried at the feeling of emptiness again, then jerked forward when he pushed himself all the way inside her again, her whole body shaking. “Fook, pupa...” He drawled. “Are yeh cummin' for meh alreadeh?”

“Please...” she whimpered as he slowly started fucking her, his grip locked on her hip, his other hand running up her back slowly, gathering her hair in his hand and pulling her head back slowly. “Please let me cum...”

He chuckled again, then slowly let go of her hip. “Fook yehrself on meh, pupa, show meh yeh deserve it...”

She didn't need any telling twice, cried softly at the way he held on to only her hair, working her hips on him eagerly despite the weakness in her knees, moaning desperately each time their hips collided and he delivered another hard spank to her ass, her whole body shaking. “I-I need to … oh, fuck, please...”

He gripped her hips with both his hands again, her body once again pressed into the mattress and he thrust into her hard, burying himself inside her, fingers tightening around her body to hold on, admire her orgasm without tipping over the edge himself. “Let go, darlin'.”

Her body shook violently as she whined loudly into the sheets, panting. Her walls squeezed him blissfully, drew him in further as the pleasure washed over her, reveling in the feeling of his hands so tight around her body that she couldn't have moved if she'd tried, squealing with delight at the way he forced her to stay in place and feel every inch of him deep inside her.

He breathed out shakily when the aftershocks of her orgasm subsided and slowly pulled back his hips, the way she gasped and tried to back up on him slowing his movements.

“No, please...” she cried. “P-Please don't stop...” The ache was already unbearable, feeling empty once again unthinkable and she looked back at him with wide, glossy eyes. “Please, Alexander...”

He hummed, licking his lips before reaching forward to cup her throat, pulling her up slowly, her body still shaking as he pressed her back against his warm chest, feeling her heart race and her body squirm at the feeling of his cock sinking deeper inside her again, his fingers tightening around her throat. “Oh, is tha' wha' yeh want, pupa?” He hummed. “Yeh want anofer?”

She nodded, whining quietly. “P-Please...” she stammered, trying to roll her hips and work them back against his, his grip once again tightening on her hip and she was overwhelmed by the way his scent intoxicated her, his breath shaking, tickling her skin.

“Fookin' greedeh, aren't yeh, principessa?” He hummed, well-aware that there was no way he'd deny her another orgasm, desperate to drink her in, it was the most gorgeous form of entertainment for him, satisfied him beyond reason to watch her let go for him. “Fook, I love 'avin' yeh at me merceh, doll … such a fookin' brat, 'ow about weh go until yeh can't 'andle anehmore? Until yeh tell meh teh stop?”

Without giving her a chance to react, he drew his cock from her, making her whimper with need and desperation as he bent her forward again. “A-Alexander, please … I-I need-...” She was cut off by a sharp sting of pain, his hand most likely leaving another imprint on her skin. “F-Fuck...”

“Tha's reyht, doll, say me fookin' name...”

She whimpered, her body tensing when she felt the tip of just one of his fingers poking inside her, feeling her wetness and stroking slowly at her walls, knowing full well that he'd be able and was desperate to tease her out of his mind by touching her but not giving her nearly enough of what she needed.

“Is tha' enough for yeh, Jade?” He teased, his tone mocking, without looking at him she could see that smug smirk playing around his lips, whimpering at the way his finger was now slowly moving in and out of her, stroking teasingly at her walls.

“I-I need more...” she whimpered, well-aware that she was giving him exactly what she wanted, she knew that he just wanted to drive her crazy, and it was working.

“Mmmm, wha' do yeh need, doll?” He asked, pleased with the way she was trying to move her hips backwards but even when he let her every now and then, he could feel her walls fluttering, his finger not quite enough for her, the way her body shook had his mind pondering all kinds of ideas about how to make her come undone for him. “Yeh've got teh tell meh exactleh wha' yeh want, darlin'...”

She breathed out shakily, her mind clouded with lust, desperate to do anything that would give her more of him, create more friction inside her. “I-I … p-please fuck me, I-I need you to fill me up, Alexander, please...”

He hummed contentedly. “Yeh?” He asked. “Are yeh a greedeh girl, 's this not enough for yeh?” He knew that the way he was toying with her now was agonising, giving her something but not enough and he pushed a second finger inside her slowly, licking his lips at the way she groaned and tried to push back against him instantly, glad to take anything he offered. “Yes, doll, yeh like tha', dun't yeh?”

She nodded eagerly, swallowing hard. “M-More...” she whimpered. “More, oh, f-fuck, please, I'm begging you, I'll do anything...”

He smacked her ass again, making her yelp and jerk forward, his fingers slipping out of her and she looked over her shoulder, whimpering at the loss of even the slightest bit of friction. “Mmm, I'll put me fingers back inside yeh but yeh're gunna 'ave teh work for it, alreyht?”

She let out a sigh of relief when he pushed three fingers inside her, now feeling her walls squeeze them. “Y-Yes...”

“Ride me 'and, doll, come on...” He drawled deeply, slapping her ass again and loosening his grip on her hip to give her room to move, licking his lips as he watched her moving her hips instantly and hurriedly, chasing the orgasm he'd already built for way too long, slapping her ass each time his fingers filled her up and he could feel her get wetter by the second, knowing that she wasn't far off letting go again. “Yeh're so fookin' desperate, so fookin' needeh … so warm 'n wet and 's all for meh, innit?”

“A-All for you...” she cried, willing to give anything he'd ask and her breath hitched in her throat, her voice trailing off into a moan when he suddenly gripped her hip again and held her close, curling his fingers inside her repeatedly and into the spot he knew would make her see stars, over and over before she could even tell him too, her body collapsing on the bed as she came around his fingers, panting out her orgasm, her hips shaking, desperate to ride out her orgasm but he forced her to stay as she was once again, his fingers stroking at her walls through her high.

Without a warning he reached around her, once again pulled her up with his arm locked around her body and his fingers wrapping around her throat, enjoying the way he could feel her breath hitch behind her sensitive skin when his fingers pressed harshly against her clit, his other hand moving slowly up to grip her chin, then parting her lips to push two fingers inside her mouth, shaking slightly when her tongue swirled around them instantly and she moaned, sucking them greedily and desperate for something to hold onto when he out of nowhere started rubbing her clit, disregarding how sensitive she already was but he'd told her he was going to go until she couldn't take it, and she'd thought it was too good to be true but when he continued she could hardly contain her anticipation, knowing she was not prepared for the blissful state he was going to put her into and she wanted him more than she ever had before, could feel his hard cock pressed against her ass, desperate for more.

He felt her body shaking in his arms, kept his fingers inside her mouth to keep her quiet but she couldn't suppress the soft cries and whimpers around his fingers, was trapped pressed up against him and could feel a layer of sweat on his skin now, desperate to look at him but she couldn't move, didn't want to with how good he was working on her, adding more and more pressure with his fingers on her clit gradually, rubbing her mercilessly in circles and she could hardly breathe when he rolled the sensitive bundle of nerves between his thumb and index finger, her body shaking violently when she once again had nowhere to go, nothing to hold onto, sucking needily on his fingers when the waves of pleasure washed over her.

He could tell her legs were giving in, the muscles in his arms straining as he held her up until she had calmed down once again and he laid her down on the bed again. “Fook, doll, yehr legs are shakin' … d'yeh want more?”

She gathered all her strength to turn around, watching him with wide eyes, pushing her lower lip forward as she tried to catch her breath, nodding slowly. “Please...” she begged.

“Mmmm, come on then, principessa” he drawled, bending over her and holding himself up with one hand next to her head, his other hand nudging her thighs apart and her legs fell to either side for him easily, giving him unlimited access and he without a warning shoved two fingers deep inside her, starting to move them relentlessly, making her cry out and grip on to his bicep, her fingers digging into his skin, her eyes wide as she stared back at him, struggling to breathe evenly as he stroked her walls. “Cum for meh.”

He curled his fingers, simultaneously pressing his thumb down on her clit and she was gone, would have doubted just weeks ago that no man would ever make her come as quick as he could herself but here he was, and she just needed three words from him to make her body obey him unconditionally, crying out his name.

She was panting when his movements slowed to guide her through her orgasm, his gaze hungry and he was already aching to get her there again, could tell that she was spent and could hardly keep her eyes open, her mind hazy with lust.

She felt like she was floating, on cloud nine because of how lucky she felt and she bucked her hips forward, whimpering at the feeling of his fingers brushing up against her now sensitive walls. The intensity of her now fourth orgasm had her weak, but she was desperately gagging for more.

“Fook Jade, 'ow mooch more can yeh take?” He asked, mesmerized by the way she just wanted more and more, could take as much as he was willing to give.

“I-I need more, Alexander, I need you to f-fuck me...” she begged, her round eyes desperate with lust.

“Mmmm, not yet, darlin'...” he muttered. “I fink yeh dun't need meh teh fook yeh, I fink I can bring yeh teh the edge wifout touchin' yeh.”

Her body tensed, her breath hitching in her throat. She was so desperate for him to fill her up that while she knew he was probably right, she wouldn't be able to handle that kind of torture but the dark glimmer of lust in his eyes, the way the tortuous smile played around his lips, she knew that he'd set his mind to it.

“Turn 'round, pupa.”

Despite her knees being weak and her body still shivering slightly, she followed his command instantly, turning around onto all fours again, her ass sticking in the air towards him making her whine when she wiggled it at him and he delivered another slap.

“Come up 'ere, doll...” he mumbled, the desperate need to feel her close once again overtaking him and he guided her body upwards, his hand closing around her throat, caressing her skin, the other moving down to part her legs and cup her wet heat without touching her anywhere she needed, humming as pressed his lips against her shoulder. She was warm, a sheen layer of sweat on her skin, her body shaking in his arms. “Reyht, doll, joost relax for meh...”

She was breathing heavily, his scent, the feeling of his breath as he spoke against her skin, the scent of smoke and his cologne and just him overwhelming her, she needed him badly and while she was all for his game, was eternally thankful that he'd made it all about her, the way his cock was pressed against her ass, throbbing and hard, her eyes fluttered shut instantly as she tried to clear her head and relax but it was impossible, merely the way he was holding her, his strong arms gripping her tightly was too much for her, she needed to challenge him, knew she'd get what she wanted easier if he fully lost control. “I don't think even you can do that...” she lied.

He chuckled darkly and she could feel the vibration in his chest, his heartbeat strong, fast. “Well, I fink weh bof kno' tha's not true, principessa...” He drawled. “Can 'ear by yehr whimpers tha' yeh're alreadeh patheticalleh close again...”

The deep drawl of his voice, the filth dripping from his words, it was going to be enough and she knew it, he knew it and he was playing right into her weakness, well-aware of what he was capable of, of the power he had over her. “Alexander...”

“Shh, Jade, joost listen teh me voice...”

Bastard.

“I kno' yeh want meh teh fook yeh, and yeh've been sooch a good girl...” At that moment he knew it was probably harder for him than for her to not be inside her, to not feel physically how much wetter his words met her, but he attempted to be satisfied with the mere knowledge. “Yeh want meh teh stretch yeh, dun't yeh, doll? Luv meh fookin' yeh 'ard and deep...”

She whimpered, trying to squirm in his arms but he had them locked around her, giving her throat a light squeeze.

“Yesss, darlin', I luv those fookin' whimpers of yehrs...” he hummed. It was taking all his own self-control now to not bend her down and fuck her into the mattress with everything he had, but he was enjoying her helplessness, her submission too much to give in now, desperate to prove his point even when it really was not necessary, he loved to play with her and he knew that she enjoyed those games as much as he did, had never met anybody who did. “Yeh joost can't fookin' get enough, can yeh?”

“Please...” she cried. “Please touch me...” Her walls were fluttering around nothing, empty and desperate for him to fill her up.

“Almost fookin' droolin', are yeh, doll? If I touch yeh reyht now, would yeh cum for meh?” He teased.

“S-So hard...”

He chuckled, guided her body back down on the bed, watching her back curve, her legs shaking as she struggled to keep her ass propped up and he smirked, nudging them apart and spanking her hard again, again, the mewl against his silk sheets driving him beyond wild, groaning as he saw her juices running slowly down the insides of her sides. He just wanted to sink inside her, feel her wetness envelop him, her heat squeezing him.

“H-Harder...” She whimpered.

He spanked her again, this time making sure his ring smacked right down on her skin, making her cry out louder. Another smack, two more, her ass wiggling and her moans increasing in volume each time, desperate for more and as much as she made him feel more and more powerful, it also felt incredible not having to hold back, her taking everything he needed to let out and asking for it and couldn't get enough still, no one stopping him and no matter how rough he was, how much he teased her and when she purred at a final smack, he took a tight hold of her hips, without a warning lining his cock up with her entrance and sinking all the way inside her, groaning loudly as she squeezed his hard cock instantly, her whole body shaking violently and he wrapped his arm around her waist to keep her from collapsing, to hold her close as another orgasm hit her, intense and burning through her body, stealing her voice from her throat as she sobbed into the sheets and before she could recover he was fucking her hard and fast into the mattress, giving her no warning, no time to catch her breath but the breathless moans falling from her lips, the little pleas of his name fuelled his need.

“I love your cock” she whimpered.

He chuckled, smoothing his hand down her back. “Mmmm, I kno', doll, I'm so fookin' close” he groaned. “And yeh're gunna fookin' come wif meh...” He was half-ready for her to tell him she couldn't take more she just purred appreciatively at the way his cock drove all the way inside her, throbbing and coaxing her walls to flutter around him desperately, hitting deep inside her over and over again and she was shaking, blissed out and already sore, her walls tender and sensitive, her body weak.

He could feel himself coming closer, reaching around her with his other hand to press his fingers into her clit, chuckling at the way she tried to flinch away but then when he kept going melted into his touch, too spent to fuck herself back on him and he screwed her hard, mercilessly until his hips gave one final thrust forward, his fingers twisting her clit and as he buried himself deep inside her, his cock twitching and emptying himself inside her, she gasped, tears of pleasure running down her cheeks silently as the intensity of another orgasm ripped through her, her lips parted with no sound coming out.

He grunted, bucked his hips forward slightly again and again until he'd ridden out the waves of both their orgasms, his fingers gripping her hips as he tried to catch his breath, the view before him, her body writhing and shaking beneath him carrying the potential to get him there again right away and he hissed when he pulled out, the sound obscene and he groaned.

“Mmmm, yeh 'ad enough now, darlin'?” He asked, his fingers twitching when she turned her head to look back at him over her shoulder.

“Please don't stop...” she whispered. “Please, please, Alexander...”

“Jade...”

“I haven't asked you to … to stop...”

He groaned, swallowing hard and brushing back his hair, slick with sweat and he bit down hard on his lip, slowly bringing his fingers down between her legs, gathering up her wetness before teasing her folds with his rough fingertips. “Like this, pupa...?”

She whimpered, her body trembling. “I want your fingers inside me...” she whispered, her voice nothing but a hint, her voice hoarse. “P-Please...”

He pushed his fingers inside her slowly, stroking at her sore walls, his jaw locking as he watched her hips shaking, caught between jerking away and fucking herself on his fingers, the latter instinct winning and she could hardly move, groaned gratefully when he gripped her hips to hold onto her again and forced his fingers inside her, in and out and in and out and she cried out his name with every push of them.

She knew that she should've asked him to stop but she was drunk on him, drunk on the lust he instilled and was ready to evoke inside her over and over again and she just wanted more, felt on top of the world that he was willing to do whatever she needed, the tenderness within her throbbing, burning deliciously with each push of his rough fingers, having her almost drool onto the sheets and just when she thought he'd drained her, she felt her orgasm building again, his fingers curling inside her harshly, pressing down again and again and without so much of a cry or a shake of her body, her walls melted around his fingers again, she could hardly breathe, her eyes rolling into the back of her head and she felt fresh tears of relief running down her cheeks, with everything she had pushing her hips back into him.

He pressed his lips together, watched her orgasm once again with wild eyes, his gaze full of need and adoration and he could've watched her forever but there was no way she could take more and he drew his fingers out of her as carefully as possible when her walls relaxed around them, easing himself off the bed slowly to face her, seeing the look of desperation in her eyes, the way she begged him silently for more, shaking his head.

“No, doll” he whispered. “Yeh can't take more.”

She breathed out shakily, knew that he was right even though she desperately craved more, feeling her body shiver and she shifted closer to him, feeling his body tense instantly, yet still aching to be near him.

He swallowed hard when her whole body curved into him, fresh tears running down her cheeks and he could still feel her trembling, the closer she pressed herself to him the more he was growing aware of how much she needed him, only to happy to hold her as she curled into him.

“Alexander...” she whispered, shifting weakly when she felt him pull the covers from underneath her and on top of them to keep her warm, cautious to not remove his arms from her, his bicep flexing as he adjusted their position, then brushed back her hair and wiped her tears before she pressed her face to his chest to be closer to him, a sense of warmth washing over her as she breathed in his scent, felt his cold chain against her forehead and she relaxed slowly, gradually into his strong arms, feeling him start to move his fingers slowly up and down her back.

He hummed, adoring the way she leaned into his touch and needed his affection now even more so than before, craved just being near him and letting her guard down completely in a way that broke his heart, made him not want to let go and instead cater to her every need because she had to his without him even asking, despite the smoke he craved and the unfamiliarity he sensed, he held her close as she sank into his arms, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. He felt her trying to move as if flinching when she realised what she was doing but he held her close, as close as she'd tried to get.

When she felt his arms squeeze her gently, it was like all the tension fell from her body and she allowed herself to relax in a way she knew now he wouldn't hold against her, breathing out shakily, her cheeks stained with tears again at the overwhelming burst of the realisation that he really was taking care of her, in more ways she'd asked, but definitely in all those she needed. She thought it almost unfair not to thank him and she cleared her throat, breathing out shakily. “Alexander, I-...”

“Shhh...” he whispered, adoring the way she'd let him see all of her now, the smooth feeling of her skin against his, growing warmer again under the blanket, smelling absolutely blissful and as much as he hated himself for letting everything get that far, he couldn't remember a time he'd been more content. “I've got yeh.”

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