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Initially, he had lost a bet.
Nothing bad, just a game of poker. No harm in that. Only one exception, there are stakes in this game. One bet money (and of course, it was Almond’s request), and the other’s price is a night; though the latter didn’t know that he would risk his pride. He was only informed, with a little smile on her face that she will be borrowing him for the night. A night. Him, knowing her, is just a quick one-night stand. Something that both of them are fully acquainted with, through all the stress piling up in the city. Only to realize that he’s terribly mistaken.
Initially, no one thought anyone, or anybody for this matter, could ever tame Almond. He is through and through a proud man, and nothing could shatter him. No woman in the world would be able to domesticate him, make him tremble beneath, or at the very least, stutter. At least not while playing a fair game. So, in the end, she had to make a bet to favor her, not playing it fair because she was driven to break him within one night. Taming him was only possible if his pride was at stake. Knowing Almond, he wasn’t the one to back down from the said bet.
That train of thought hit the broke once a voice from behind her resonated, “Two servings of Brandy Alexander, chilled for the lady.” A smile was placed on the lady and a smug grin on the other.
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“You actually came,” she greeted the voice with a polite smile, almost grinning. Following his movement, she took off his coat and hung it neatly.
“Of course, a bet’s a bet, right?”
“Be in the room in 30 minutes and the scene starts when you enter the door, okay?” There’s something in her tone that didn’t compute as a mere suggestion. It was more than that. It’s a demand that escaped her mouth that somehow left Almond speechless. Though, Latte didn’t leave any time for him to reply to her in the first place. She just simply closed the door behind him, stuck her chin in the air, and left for the master bedroom. Almond, being a frequent visitor, knew the place on top of his head.
There’s another squeak from the master bedroom door.
“Here, you’re only permitted to refer to me as Mistress and will only talk if asked, and do tell me when you’re about to cum, understand?” Almond peered his head up, hearing her voice once from the second-floor stairs. She, on the other hand, only stood with arms supporting her weight full of bemusement.
“And what happens if I don’t?” He cocked his eyebrows, amused and in disbelief.
“Punishment, of course.” Somehow, she smiled like there was no tomorrow. Innocent yet something sinister is plotting behind it. That’s what Almond deducted. That’s what he thinks. “Just a reminder that I wouldn’t do anything you’re not comfortable with. Safe word's custard. Any more questions, Darling?"
“No, I don’t think so.”
“Good. Now, see you then.”
The weight of what she just said right now just settled onto Almond’s mind. Of course, he was still baffled. He didn’t know what or how to react in this scenario that he got himself into. And that he had to wait 30 long torturous and awkward minutes only to go up and meet his Lover. He finally went up and knocked on the door.
“Come in!”
The white-haired was sitting on the edge of the bed; the very same bed that the man was quite fond of. Only this time, the sheets have been changed to white, with a bedspread that’s also bone-chilling white and in contrast with the mocha-colored fabric laying perfectly horizontal. He saw that the bed’s cream ottoman has been moved against the wall, sitting idly between the drawers and bookshelves. It was dimly lit, with the curtains closed all the way. He smirked at the thought that what they were about to do— whatever it is— would be a scandalous secret. That night has been whispering in a pleasant lullaby accompanying them.
She, on the other hand, looked spectacular as always. She has her usual makeup on. Although, with a hint of chic fashion in her wardrobe. This evening, she was wearing elegant-looking white lingerie that she usually stores in the back of her closet; usually for special occasions. Lacy bra straps cupped her perfect breast and a semi-translucent tennis skirt that revealed her marble white panties underneath. Miraculously, it didn’t cover her stomach region, making her exposed to the chilled air in the room. It looked ethereal against her chocolate skin and it somehow still fit her color palate.
Almond’s washed-up denim blue eyes stared scoured her body from top to bottom. He was in awe of the effort that she put into this bet she won.
“Eyes up here, Hotshot.”
“Sorry, Mistress.”
“It’s alright. I know it’s hard not to take a look.” Latte huffed in amusement. She didn’t have to use that much effort to invite him to bed. It just needed a wagging of her finger and a simple, “Come here, Love.” He immediately pounced on her, being on top of her like he usually does. At first, he tried to kiss her with passion because of the lust taking over him, only to be stopped by her covering his mouth with her hands.
“Nope,” she said with Almond reacting as confused as ever. “No kissing yet, you haven’t earned it yet,” she continued, flipping him over. She was sitting on his thighs beautifully magnificent. There’s a power rush surging within her. Seeing the latter below her like that made her excited. She couldn’t contain it, but fortunately, she was able to stop herself and only messed his grey-peppered hazel hair with less than an inch between their lips. Additionally, in between her legs, she felt a certain hardness growing underneath her.
“Oh? That’s fast. I haven’t even done anything yet.” She shifted herself to be somewhat on top of his bulge, not enough to feel her full weight on his dick. It made his hand instinctively reach out to his dick which she dismissively swatted him. “No touching yourself either,” she simply smiled without remorse. He replied with a meek groan. Continuing her doings, she unbuttoned his shirt and ravishingly took it off. He chuckled a bit when she threw the crisp shirt on the floor and greedily devoured the sight of him. She couldn’t help tracing her fingers on that thin defined line on his stomach, going down to the navel and then his beautiful v-line. That itself sent a shiver down his spine and the twitch in his dick said it all. It’s Latte's turn to chuckle.
She palmed the outline of his dick and his pants were already soaking from the precum. He was so hard and turned on, his cock started to hurt. Thankfully, Latte was mercifully enough, she unbuckled his belt and peeled his underwear off, freeing it out. She hunched forwards and started giving his butterfly kisses whilst keeping her hand on the base of his cock. Eventually, she moved on to kitten licks.
“Does it feel good?” she asked, taking his dick and instantly sucking him. He strained a moan out, he was really keeping all the beautiful noises to himself. She was set to let it all out. She was certain to every single whimper, moan, and scream; just everything that she wouldn’t hear in any normal circumstances. By this time, they had forgotten about eye contact. Almond’s washed-up blue eyes were nowhere to be seen. The former was too busy pleasing and wanting to hear and feel everything.
“I asked you a question.” Looking up to him.
“F— Fuck,” he cursed, whispered almost at this point. A sotto voce melody to her ears that she was determined to hear again. At this unbearable and unimaginable pleasure (with only just a little push), his pride was barely intact. With that, he had to physically restrain himself from whimpering again, as if he was terrified of the winds betraying him by carrying out his soft sighs to her very ears. It was music to her ears. A mild symphony to her. She began sucking his cock and he would be lying if he said that the sight of her like this didn’t make him feel more lustful and unable to grasp reality. She would switch between sucking it and pumping it from time to time. Until he couldn’t take it anymore.
For the first time that evening, he cummed. Long strings of white almost see-through cum shot out and dripped down his cock. He instinctively reached out to Latte and at the end, he sobbed out a low, “Mistress.” What he felt was relief afterward. Sighing thoughtfully, he looked up to see a disappointed Latte sitting with her arms crossed on his lap.
“Why didn’t you say that you were cumming?”
“Huh?” It’s too dazed at this point. He came not long ago, and he couldn’t just bounce back to a conversation. Unlike her.
“God, you’re insufferable sometimes, you little brat. You can’t even follow one single rule, can you?”
“N— no, Mistress.”
“It’s alright, you can make it up to me.”
Unknowing to Almond, Latte has started to put on a strap. She must have experience, he tried to piece in his clouded mind, or else, why would she have that then? He wondered about that for a minute as his mind tried to clear up. She had put a vibrator on her clit and what would accompany them is white noise or some sort. The white-haired presented the latter with a hot pink dildo tied together with a black strap. She specifically picked this seeing he and she has never done something remotely close to that.
It has a curve to it, and it was as long as Almond’s but the girth of the pretty pink dildo is significantly bigger than his. There’s no point in getting jealous over that, his mind and body were thrashing and fighting in the dilemma between continuing it or stopping it. He does have the authority to stop everything he’s doing, but there’s a part of him that wants to know what she has in store next.
“Suck,” Latte said, shocking Almond.
“Go on, suck it.”
“You need to use that annoying little pretty mouth yours for something. I bet it’ll fit nice sucking my dick. Isn’t that right?” She sauntered over to Almond's lithe yet muscular body. Even go as forth to cock her hips to him. “My,” she uttered and pronounce the remaining words slowly and meaningfully. “Pretty,” she cups his face carefully. “Little,” only leaving an inch between them. “Slut,” she said and sealing it with a kiss, smearing her lipstick on him. She felt him nod, despite his restricted body.
“Now, suck,” she whispered to his ears and gave him a peck on the cheeks leaving a thin fade of her lips. She kneeled, caging him between her legs, and placing the dildo in front of him at eye level. He tried to suck on the dildo, giving it little kisses on the tip— for just a bit— then he plunged into it. Soaking it with his saliva. It wasn’t his first rodeo after all.
However, it’s a new experience nonetheless. Remarkably, he sucked it with little to no coughing whatsoever. This pleased Latte more, making the lady adore her little sub. "Yes. That's it, just like that, Darling." The vibrator kept hitting back onto her clit, giving her immense pleasure. She kept thrusting her dick into his mouth, making him gag. Almost choking even. He fought back again.
Ultimately, it hit her. She felt sparks and tiny waves of pleasure undulating her whole body. It felt different somehow being on top of him, it had hit her harder. This time her knees got knocked out and she fell onto his torso. She mindlessly slouched on his chest until she got back up again after a while.
“That’s a good boy.”
Just like that, a surge of blood flow rushed once more, throbbing painfully. He was hard again from sucking his mistress's strap-on. To which, Latte found it amusing, to say the least. But she didn't expect him to get turned on like that and hit him that hard. Additionally, she definitely didn't expect his full submission under her.
The white-haired felt proud. She felt proud that she could make him come undone like that. And, she may have well been the first to do so seeing how little to no experience he has in being a sub. May well have been the first time watching him like this. The first to see him this pretty. She loved it. She loved every single part of him. From his beautiful lashes fluttering, his glistening body, his arching back, to his flushed skin.
"Well, would you look at that,” she mocked as she toyed with his tip. “You’re hard again, aren’t you? You are such a whore. I have to take care of you again.”
What followed Latte’s sentence is a cohesionless noise, not quite a shy whimper and not quite a guttural moan. He’s too far gone, she noted duly, his body far too rigid and covered with sweat. He was breathing heavily with the occasional whimpering. His almond-tinted skin was flushed red and she affectionately kissed his body, trying to calm him down. Chocolate lipstick smearing every part of his body. Some on his shoulder blades, some on his neck and collarbone, some on his pecs, and even some on slutty waist. It took her a second to snatch the lipstick on the bedside shelf and reapplied another coat on her. The man didn’t get to register her doings. He was too busy being— feeling— overly sensitive body. Naturally, his hips rolled to feel more of her.
“You look pretty. Relax, will you?”
“Of c— course, Mistress.”
“Say, why don’t we do something a little fun?” She said as put some lube on her fingers, not too much, not too little. She had learned that the hard way. Surprisingly to Almond, she started rimming his asshole. He flinched at the cold unfamiliar feeling. And to Latte, she found that really cute. It was adorable how inexperienced he really is. Then, she slowly and experimentally slid a finger into him. It felt odd and foreign to him, but it isn’t an abrasive one.
As they tried to figure it out, she noticed that his hole is looser and that she thought he was ready for another one. And once she found her sweet spot, his back arched like a bow attached to its string. She took the sign and started to abuse the spot.
“I want to hear you beg for more,” Latte said in a dulcet tone, somehow soothing to Almond's ears. In any other circumstances, he would have laughed at her face. Those very words left him in disbelief. However, it makes sense now. As much as he wanted to retort back, he wasn’t in the position to do anything. “Come on, let me hear it, Love.” She whispered.
“Ple— Please,”
“Sorry, could you repeat that?”
“Please, Mistress, I’ll be good. I’ll do anything you want, please— just— anything you want, please let me cum,”
"My, my. You’re so eager. Alright, everything for my good boy," she teased, putting a pillow underneath him.
The remnants of those misplaced words, all those silent protests soon turned into a staccato of jumbled Goddess, Mistress, and pleases and occasional whimpering. He looked so pretty when he was like this, Latte said in her mind. This man, who’s normally a stone wall of a man, was finally breaking down. And every touch of the stone shards that fell down alongside this man before her, is electrifying at best and intoxicating at worst.
She slattered a good amount of lube on the pink dildo. At that point, he’s loose enough that the dildo would effortlessly slide in. She lifted his knees up and put them on her shoulders. As she aligned her dick at his entrance, she looked at his expression for the last time for that subtle reassurance; right now, he looked like he was begging for it and his face is already screaming for it, biting his lips. She inserted her dick, stretching him out deliciously.
“Are you comfortable?” She looked back his face.
“Use your word, Almond. I don’t know what you’re saying.”
“Ngh… Yes, Mistress.”
After Almond gave her the pass, she fucked him hard and relentlessly too. His toe curled and his hand was grasping the sheets till his knuckles became white. Almond-colored hair is a mess now, sticking all over the place, showcased in contrast with the white pillow beneath him. Every inch of his body was feeling rather sensitive and he could feel all the ghostly touches. And, she just had to keep hitting that spot all over again.
There it is, a wave of pleasure washing over. Soon, he reached climax for the second time that night, leaving him breathless from the overstimulation and ultimately, the second round. Suffice it to say that he was trembling again, his body has just realized the gravity of the situation. However, both of them are now basked in the afterglow.
Almond was left there in his beautiful limp form of a man, tangled in porcelain sheets.
“Good boy, such a good boy for me. You did so well, Love.”
She slipped right next to him. Eventually, she started to stroke him gently and lovingly everywhere she could. They just want to enjoy the warmth they had together. He could have sworn he felt her smile against her.
“That’s my boy,” she whispered into his hair, giving the crown of his head a kiss, “scene’s over.”
That night was the first kiss that they both indulged in. It wasn't so much as a hungry or predatory kiss. No. It’s chaste and passionate and placed on both of their lulled lips. One tasted like almond (no surprises there), cigarette, and the arabica coffee he always gets on his way to work. And the other one tasted like dessert and cafe latte on a lazy afternoon.
He always wondered what she tastes like. And she always wondered what his lips would look like if they were smeared with cacao-colored lipstick, honey, and all the fluids in between. Now they both know. She peppered in kisses on his tired face whilst digits brushed over his sternum.
“Are you okay, Darling? Does it hurt?”
“I think I’ll be fine.”
“Are you sure?”
“You don’t need to worry that much. I’ve dealt stuff that’s way worse than that.”
The man tried to stand up or at least support his body weight on one hand; alas it was futile as he fell back once more. Tiredness wore as the euphoric fog dissipated to thin nothingness. Latte tried to call Almond’s name with a soft voice reserved for him especially at this state, only to hear a silent grunt from the latter.
“I’ll get you water and a towel, stay there.” Latte placed her hand on his cheeks, stood up, and left for the bathroom.
“Here,” She guided his arms and tried to prompt him. In the corner of the bed frame, she stood graciously. “Do you think you can sit against the bed?” He nodded briefly to her and sat up with her guidance. Her hands were still placed on his shoulder as he felt the warmth he so dread and tiredness setting in. In his hand now holds a glass of water and he chugged it without coughing up at the slightest. His body was in shock, so it will definitely be a good idea to give him some painkillers. She continued by giving Almond ibuprofen in the hopes that his body won’t get hurt that badly. They sat in silence for a while, Latte waiting for Almond to ease up.
“Hey, Latte,” Almond sighed tiredly. And the other could sense that he was hesitant. But he still went with it.
“Yeah?” She asked, smiling at him.
“We should do this again sometimes.”
“Sure, Almond,” she set his hair aside and pecked his forehead. “Sure.”