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Story: The Deal

“You’re making a mistake,” Vice warned, his voice a low rumble that seemed to vibrate through the very fabric of the room. “You know the rules.”

Ivy’s smile grew wider, a hint of defiance in her eyes. “And what if I like making mistakes?” she tossed back at him, her voice a seductive purr that seemed to echo in the space between them. She took another step backward, her foot one step from being outside.

The rain had started to come down harder now, the sound of it beating against the cobblestone path outside a rhythmic symphony that seemed to underscore the tension in the room. The wind picked up, sending a spray of cold droplets through the open doorway, misting the warm air of the castle.

Vice watched her retreating form, his mind racing. He knew she was playing with him, but he also knew that the game was far from over. The rain was a tantalizing backdrop to theirdance of desire; each drop a reminder of the passion that was about to be unleashed.

He stalked after her, each step he took brought him closer to the door, the scent of the wet earth and the coolness of the air outside a stark contrast to the warmth of his body and the heat of his desire. His eyes never left hers retreating form. She wasn’t running like when she wanted him to chase her, but walking.

She snuck around the corner. His eyes narrowed, and he walked after her, curious to see what she had up her sleeve this time. The rain had soaked her mid-thigh length white dress, making it cling to her body like a second skin, revealing every delicious curve and contour.

Ivy moved with the grace of a dancer, her eyes gleaming with excitement. She knew he was following her, and she reveled in the thrill of having that much power over him. As she reached the secluded spot she had in mind, she allowed herself to pause, taking a deep breath, keeping her back to him. She knew she had him hooked.

Vice’s footsteps grew closer, heavy and demanding, and she could feel the heat of his rage. Just as she had anticipated, he grabbed her arm, spinning her around to face him. “I’ve had enough of this,” he bellowed, his grip like iron, his eyes a tempest of anger and need.

But Ivy was unfazed, her gaze never wavering from his. She leaned in and pressed her lips to his, a kiss that was as much a declaration of war as it was an invitation to surrender. His Initial resistance melted away as she deepened the kiss, her tongue sliding against his, a dance of dominance and submission.

With surprising speed, she dropped to her knees, her soaked dress pooling around her. Her eyes never left his as her nimble fingers worked on the buckle of his belt. The sound of the leather giving way echoed through the night, punctuating the steady rhythm of the rain.

Vice’s breath hitched as he watched her, his anger momentarily forgotten in the face of her brazen act. He felt her warm hand on his cock, the heat of her palm a stark contrast to the cold rain that had started to soak into his clothes. Her grip was firm, yet gentle, and she began to stroke him with an expert touch that had him groaning.

Her eyes never left his as she leaned in, her plump, pink lips parted. Slowly, she took him into her mouth, her tongue flicking against the sensitive tip before she took him into her mouth. The rain plastered her hair to her face, and she looked up at him through the wet strands, her eyes alight with lust.

Vice was unable to hold back the wave of pleasure that crashed over him. He’d had enough of her games, but the sight of her on her knees, her mouth wrapped around him, was too much to resist. He felt his anger dissipating, replaced by a hunger that was more primal than anything he’d ever experienced.

He groaned, his hands instinctively moving to tangle in her drenched hair, guiding her movements as she eagerly sucked. The rain pounded down around them, their bodies illuminated by the occasional flash of lightning that split the night sky. The coolness of the rain on his skin only served to make the heat of her mouth even more intense, a stark contrast that only served to drive him wilder.

As he watched her, the raindrops running down her face like tears, he knew if she kept looking at him like that that hewouldn’t be able to hold out much longer. With a snarl of need, he yanked her to her feet, pulling her against him. He pushed her back against the wall, the cold bricks pressing into her skin, leaving no room for doubt.

With one swift motion, he pulled the straps of her dress down, revealing her bare shoulders and the pale expanse of her chest. The fabric clung to her, the rain making it almost translucent. He took a moment to appreciate the view before his hands moved to the rest of the dress, pulling it down over her hips with a decisive yank. The fabric gave way, leaving her in nothing but a black pair of lace panties.

Ivy gasped into his mouth as he kissed her again, his teeth grazing her bottom lip. He was rough, demanding, his hands leaving bruises on her skin as he held her in place. He could feel her pulse racing, her body quivering with anticipation, and he knew that she was his. The rain was coming down harder now, soaking them both, but it only added to the urgency of the moment.

With one swift motion, Vice ripped her panties from her body, the fabric giving way with a satisfying tear. He stepped back just enough to admire her, his eyes raking over her exposed flesh. The rain painted her body like the tattoos that adorned her skin.

“You wanted this so bad?” he rasped, his voice hoarse with desire. “Well, here it is.”

Not waiting for her answer, Vice lifted Ivy off her feet, her legs wrapping around his waist as if they had a mind of their own. “You're in so much trouble.” He whispered into her ear. Her nails dug into his shoulders as he slammed her against the wall, the cold bricks biting into her back. She moaned, hereyes glazed with passion, and he knew she was just as lost in the moment as he was.

He positioned himself between her thighs, the head of his cock nudging against her entrance. The anticipation was unbearable, his entire body trembling with the need to claim her, to make her cum on his cock. With a snarl, he thrust into her, burying himself to the hilt in one powerful stroke. Ivy let out a cry of pure pleasure as her head fell back against the brick wall, her eyes closed.

The cold, hard bricks scraped against her back as he pounded into her, his hips moving in a frenetic rhythm that matched the tempo of the rain. Her nails scored his shoulders, her legs tightening around him as she tried to pull him deeper, to take all of him. He could feel her warmth enveloping him, her wetness mingling with the rain that dripped from their bodies.

“You’ve got me in a chokehold,” he whispered into her ear, his voice a low growl that makes her pussy clamp down on his cock. His words were hot and dirty, a stark contrast to the coldness of the night. “I love how you take every inch of me, Ivy.” He murmured, his teeth grazing her earlobe as his hips rocked into her.

Ivy moaned, her nails digging into his back as she met his every thrust. “Then show me,” she breathed, her voice barely audible over the rain. “Fuck me like you mean it.”

Vice complied, his hips moving faster, deeper. His breath was warm and ragged, his teeth nipping at the sensitive lobe, sending bolts of pleasure straight to her core.

His words were a symphony of filth, a promise of all the depraved things he wanted to do to her.

“You’re so wet, so fucking tight,” he murmured, his voice a guttural whisper that seemed to resonate through her very soul. “The way you're perfect little cunt clamps down around my cock is amazing.” His words caused her pussy to do just that.

“Good girl,” Vice encouraged, his hips moving in a relentless rhythm that was driving Ivy closer and closer to the edge. She could feel her orgasm building, a coil of tension tightening in her belly with every stroke. Her breath came in gasps, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she met him thrust for thrust.

With a grunt, he pulled her away from the wall and laid her down on the ground, the cold, wet earth seeping into her skin. She gasped as the sudden change in angle made him feel even bigger, filling her completely. He didn’t miss a beat, driving into her with the same ferocity as before, the rain beating down on them like a drumline accompanying their passion.

Her nails dug into the taut muscles of his neck, drawing blood. The slight pain only served to spike his arousal, making him pound into her even harder. He felt the tension building in her body, her legs trembling around his waist, her walls tightening around his cock. With every thrust, he could feel her getting closer, her body begging for release.