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For Your Pleasure (Piter de Vries x f!OC)

Fandom: Dune 2021 Rating: R (18+ THIS IS SMUT!) Contains: Femdom, bondage, oral sex (female receiving), whipping, butt plugs, cock cages, whipping (male receiving), riding crops, mild bloodplay, cum eating, multiple orgasms, anal sex (male receiving), pegging, humiliation, slapping, blindfolds, talk of consensual sexual violence, dirty talk, the tiniest handjob, use of titles, scratching, female masturbation, squirting, heavy painplay Words: 3k+

A/N: Hooooooly shit guys. This is it. The filthiest thing I’ve ever written. We once again take a look into the relationship of Piter de Vries and my OC Wyen. This is. A lot. Make sure you have your Bibles and I’ll see you all at Sunday Mass because if you’re reading this, you need to go to church as much as I do. This is eight pages of pure, unfiltered sin. Piter might be a bit OOC, but I truly don’t care. Hope you enjoy.

Lord Piter de Vries was a name known in the farthest corners of the universe. Even the citizens of Wyen’s home planet, distant and uninvolved as they were, knew of the Twisted Mentat, the assassin, interrogator, poisoncrafter. The Baron Vladimir Harkonnen’s most trusted advisor. And his reputation always preceded him. Calculating, cruel, and cold, sadistic in the most sickening ways, with a frozen, black heart and no worldly desires other than power and bringing pain and suffering and death.

It was a reputation Lord de Vries was quite proud of.

But there was a side to the evil man that few people knew of, and perhaps only one person had ever seen. There was a side of him that desired for pain to be inflicted onto his own body, a side that desired to submit and obey, and accept whatever punishment came with his disobedience. He was a sadist, yes, but his sadism also came with masochism. He longed to be hurt, to be used, talked down to, and treated as an inferior, tied up and whipped and beat and cut. He wanted it all.

And how lucky he was to find a woman he trusted enough to allow these fantasies of his to come to pass.

Said woman sat in a black velvet armchair, clad in a short, silky nightdress of the purest white, her catlike eyes sharp and her full lips pulled into a smirk. She wore a pair of white heels and held a riding crop in her elegant hands. Her long legs were crossed as she turned the crop over and over in her hands, staring mercilessly at her handsome prey. She reached out a slender hand and hooked her finger, silently asking him to come closer.

Piter de Vries was stripped completely nude, on his knees on the polished black floor of their shared chambers. A black leather collar sat snug around his neck with a silver chain attached, and the other end of the chain was held tightly in his mistress’s hand. Piter didn’t move when she asked, but not out of a desire to disobey. Simply because he wanted her to pull.

And she did. She gave the chain a sharp yank, and Piter began to crawl to her on his hands and knees. If only those who feared him could see him now, Wyen thought. Nude and crawling across the floor, all to please me. Once he was kneeling at her feet, she leaned down to caress his cheek. “You look so beautiful in submission, darling…” she crooned. “Tell me what you will say if you wish for this all to stop.”

“‘Dune’, mistress.”

“Good boy.” She continued caressing his face until—

SLAP!

She slapped him as hard as she could, relishing in the soft wince that left his lips. “That’s for not coming when your mistress beckoned. Disobey me again and the consequences will become more severe. Am I understood?”

“Yes mistress.”

“Good boy.” She gently caressed his reddening, slapped cheek for a moment longer before sitting back up in her armchair. She ran the end of her riding crop down his cheek and across his jaw. “For what do you exist, darling?”

“I exist only for your pleasure, mistress.”

Wyen smiled and leaned back in the chair, uncrossing her legs and spreading them. She wasn’t wearing any panties. She reached down and ran a finger up her cunt from her hole to her clit. Piter’s mouth began to water. The smell of her arousal was enough to make his head spin and his cock harder than diamonds. But his cock couldn’t harden to its full length, not tonight. His cock and balls were trapped by a silver cage, locked with a key that hung around Wyen’s neck. He winced at the pressure of his cock trying desperately to swell, but being forced back down due to his prison. A silver bar reached across his perineum and connected the cage to an onyx plug nestled firmly in his ass, not quite big enough to rub against his prostate, no matter how hard he tried.

This was heaven and hell all at once. Exactly how he wanted it.

Wyen continued to caress his face with her crop and rub her cunt tantalizingly. “Do you wish to pleasure me, darling?” Piter nodded, and she struck his cheek with her crop. He let out a whimper. The pain felt heavenly. “I asked you a question. Do you wish to pleasure me?”

“Y-Yes mistress, I wish to pleasure you.”

“How do you wish to pleasure me?”

“I wish to pleasure you with my mouth, to taste your arousal on my tongue. Please, mistress.”

She pulled her fingers from her cunt and held out her hand to him. Piter knew what to do immediately, sucking her fingers into his mouth and licking them clean, moaning around her hand at her flavor. His favorite drug.

The cage was becoming so tight, and he loved it. Wyen retracted her hand and inspected it, before spreading her legs wider, propping them up on either arm of the chair and giving his chain another yank. “Come claim your feast, darling.”

“Thank you mistress…!” He lunged forward, attaching his mouth to her pussy in all the ways he knew she liked best. He spread her folds with his fingers and flicked his tongue against her clit, sliding a single digit inside her.

She hadn’t told him he could use his hands, but she supposed she hadn’t told him he couldn’t.

She sighed contently and settled into the chair, her legs moving to rest her feet on his shoulders. Her lover’s mouth was so talented, silver tongued in more ways than one. He looked so beautiful like this, on his knees worshipping her, body bare save for the cage around his cock, the collar around his neck, the plug in his ass, and the ring on his finger. The one he could never take off, even if he tried.

Her matching one was nestled on her own finger.

The symbols of the love they shared.

He sucked her clit between his lips, running circles over it with the tip of his tongue, causing her to let out a moan. “Mmm just like that, darling…you know what I like. You look so beautiful on your knees for your mistress…”

His cock throbbed again, unable to swell, and he winced at the pressure. It hurt and he loved it. The spice lubricant she had used to insert his plug was starting to seep into his bloodstream and intensify every sensation. She caressed his face and head as he sucked and licked at her cunt, soft moans leaving her lips. “Fuck me with your tongue,” she commanded. He obeyed, dipping his long and talented tongue inside her with a deep moan. She tasted of spice and sin, so delicious and perfect. Oh if he could only survive from eating her cunt and nothing else. If only she could sustain him, he would consume nothing else for the rest of his existence.

“Make me cum,” she commanded breathlessly. “Make your mistress cum in your mouth and lick your lips clean of my essence.”

Piter did what he was told, sucking ravenously on her clit as he tongue fucked her, eyes rolling back in his head from her taste. He wanted his cock to get hard. But his mistress hadn’t allowed it. Her moans grew louder and louder, interspersed with profanities and occasional shouts of his name, until her long legs began to tremble and he felt her gush onto his face. Fuck, he would’ve cum right then if he only could.

When her orgasm subsided, she rose to her full height, Piter still on his knees below her. Even with his platforms on, Piter was only barely her height when she was barefoot. Without his platforms and with her in heels, she towered over him. And with him on his knees…She looked to him like a true goddess, giant and regal, with her golden curls and her emerald eyes, with perfect curves and smooth skin.

His goddess.

She tugged on his chain, silently signaling him to stand. He did so without any hesitation this time. She smiled and caressed his cheek again. “Good boy. Come.”

She led him to a spot in their chambers where chains hung from the ceiling. She took his arms and secured them in the shackles, tightening them so that his arms were straight above his head and he could only barely stay flat footed on the floor. He hung there, bared before his mistress, his goddess, ready and awaiting whatever she had planned next for him.

She walked around him in a circle, inspecting every inch of his nude, scarred, and hairless body. He felt himself almost tremble under her emerald gaze. She ran her crop down his chest to his caged cock before she disappeared behind him, returning with something in her hands instead of her crop. She pressed her body to his, and kissed him, deep and sloppy, sucking his tongue into her mouth and holding his face. He wanted to melt into her kiss, for her to absorb him into her body so they were one. But all he could do was kiss back as best as he could in his submissive state.

“Mmm…” she hummed into his mouth, pressing her barely covered breasts to his chest. “Forgive me, darling.”

And then his vision went black. A silk blindfold. But she was so beautiful like this, he wanted to see her. He opened his mouth to protest, but was met with a finger at his lips. “Ah, ah, ah, darling. Remember, for what do you exist?”

“…I exist for your pleasure, mistress.”

A gentle caress of his cheek. “Good boy. Now tell me…how badly do you wish for it to hurt?”

His heart fluttered and he winced again at the pain of the cage restricting his cock’s swelling. “I wish to bleed, to scar…beat me, cut me, please…hurt me to your heart’s content, mistress.”

She ran her long nails down his chest, not quite scratching. “As you wish, darling.” He heard her footsteps walk away, and heard her take off her shoes. He heard rustling (undressing, perhaps?) and heard her rummaging around through their extensive collection of tools and toys. He heard her giggle softly. “Can you smell my arousal, darling?”

She must have undressed, because suddenly her intoxicating scents, both of her body and her cunt, filled his nostrils even stronger. He moaned. “Y-Yes mistress.”

He heard her feet pad back over to him, and felt her gentle hand caress his shoulders, his back, and down to his plugged ass. He felt her spread his ass open. “You look so beautiful like this, darling…such a gorgeous ass…”

Her praise made his skin tingle.

She stepped back. And then he felt it.

Pain. Searing, stinging, burning pain across his back. He heard the crack of a whip, and he moaned in both pain and pleasure. How lucky he was, that pain was so pleasurable to both him and her. The sensation and the infliction was like a drug to them both, and he loved it. She whipped him again, and he moaned again.

Wyen laughed, a sweet melody of a sound. “Do you enjoy being whipped by your mistress, darling?”

“Y-Yes mistress…!”

Another lash of the whip. “Tell your mistress how much you love the pain.”

“I-I love it, mistress! It hurts so dreadfully, and it makes my cock want to swell…It’s even sweeter since you’re holding the whip, mistress…! It feels so good…!”

Another lash. His back was beginning to bleed with criss crosses from Wyen’s whip, each cut stinging beautifully. “But your cock can’t swell, darling. Beg for it. Beg for your mistress to allow your cock to harden.”

Another lash. He almost wanted to cry from how good it felt. “P-Please, mistress! P-Please, unlock the cage! My cock aches to harden, to swell for you!”

“Do you want to cum, darling? Do you want to cum simply from being whipped?”

“Yes mistress!”

Another lash. Then another. And then they stopped, and he felt her warmth radiate onto his cock. He heard the lock click, and felt the cage fall away and the plug be plucked from his asshole. Almost instantly, his cock hardened to its full length and girth, but he winced at the sudden emptiness he felt inside him.

And then he was whipped again. Again and again, but no longer on his back. No, her whip cracked against the skin of his now empty ass, leaving more welts and cuts on the plush flesh.

It hurt so bad and it felt so good.

Piter was practically a mess of moans and groans and whimpers, and then he came with a cry. His hot, spice saturated cum spurted from the tip of his cock in thick ropes, dripping onto the floor. And Wyen didn’t stop whipping his ass, so he didn’t stop cumming. Neither of them stopped until there was a puddle of cum on the floor and Piter almost slipped into unconsciousness. She pulled the blindfold from his eyes. There was his gorgeous Wyen, standing in front of him completely nude. “Look at the mess you made, darling.” She tutted, and pressed on one of the skulls on her engagement ring. The one he had crafted just for her.

A tiny blade sprung out, and she raked it down his throat. Not enough to cut deeply, not enough to sever his artery, but just close enough that it made him sweat, head spinning from the mere prospect of how easily his seraph could kill him right now. And how easily he would let her do it. It would be an honor to die by her elegant hand. She slashed him again, this time across his cheek, and he let out a strangled moan as the pain surged through his face. He could feel his hot blood dripping down his cheek.

“Good boys don’t make messes, darling. Now clean up after yourself.”

She unlocked his shackles and he collapsed to the floor, staring up at her with his cobalt gaze, staring right between her legs and into her cunt, and he could see it glistening, absolutely dripping. He began to inch up towards her soaked core, his tongue lolling out of his mouth.

She struck him on his cut cheek with her riding crop, back in her hand instead of the whip. “I said clean up after yourself. Don’t make me punish you, darling.”

He cowered, turning to the puddle of his own seed on the floor. But she hadn’t given him a rag, or anything to clean it with. How did she-

Oh.

“On your hands and knees, darling, clean up your mess. Be sure to keep that gorgeous ass in my sight.”

He did as he was told, scrambling to his hands and knees, making sure to stick his rear out just a bit more than he needed to. His asshole was gaping. He could feel it fluttering around nothing. His plug had been so thick. He whimpered as he dipped his head and began to lick up the puddle of his cum. His seed tasted of spice, potent enough to give him a slight high.

And for the second time that night, Wyen thought if only those who fear him could see him now. On his hands and knees, asshole stretched and loose, licking up his own cum from the floor. She stood, and quickly retrieved something from their stash of toys. She ran her finger between the thick globes of flesh of Piter’s ass, circling her finger around his hole. “You’re such a good boy, darling…cleaning up after yourself like this. Clean it all and I’ll give you a reward.”

Piter began to lick faster, practically polishing the floor with his tongue until every last drop of his cum was gone. Wyen laughed sweetly behind him, fingers still dancing around his hairless asshole. “Good boy, darling…now tell your mistress what you want for your reward.”

“Inside…!” He managed through gritted teeth. His cock was so hard it ached, bobbing as he stayed on his hands and knees. “P-Please, mistress, I need something inside me…!”

That was the answer she was hoping for.

No sooner had his request left his Sappho-stained lips than he felt a sudden intrusion, a sudden penetration, stretching his asshole even further. He cried out in pain and pleasure as his woman’s strap filled his ass.

“How’s that?” She asked coyly. “Do you want your mistress to fuck your tight ass with her big cock?”

“Y-Yes mistress!”

“Even with the plug in for so long, your ass still is so tight, darling…”

“Please mistress, fuck my ass!” He needed it, more than he needed spice, more than he needed to breathe. He needed her to fuck him. “Fuck my ass as hard as you can, please! I beg of you!”

Piter sounded absolutely desperate, wanton and needy. Gone was the Twisted Mentat assassin, and in his place knelt a subservient, needy whore.

And so Wyen obliged.

She held his hips and knelt behind him, fucking into him as he stayed on all fours. Her hips snapped hard against his, and the lewd sound of naked flesh against naked flesh filled their chambers. Piter cried out with every thrust of her hips, each one striking his prostate with perfect force.

“What are you?” She said between pants as she fucked him.

Piter’s face turned red. “I-I…”

“Say it or I’ll pull out and you won’t get to cum, darling.”

Piter’s cheeks burned in humiliation, and it only made his cock harder. “I-I’m a whore, mistress!”

“Whose whore?“ She sped up, pounding his prostate harder and faster.

Piter nearly screamed from how good it felt. “I’m your whore, mistress! Your useless, cock-hungry whore!”

She reached around and gripped his cock, stroking it in perfect time with her assault on his prostate. “Cum for your mistress, darling.”

And he did.

His vision went white, his whole body shaking, and a strangled scream leaving his lips as he came hard, harder than he thought he’d ever came before. More cum spurted out of his cock and onto the floor, dripping into another puddle as she mercilessly pounded him through his orgasm. It took every last ounce of his strength to stay on his hands and knees.

Wyen tutted behind him, reaching up to rake her nails down his chest. “Oh darling, you’ve made another mess. I believe you know what you have to do.”

Piter loved her, more than he’d ever loved anything or anyone. More than pain, death, spice, even power. Between any of those things and her, he would always choose her. His black heart swelled with love for this woman, as dangerous and deadly as he was. He loved her.

And he was in for a very long night.

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