ROLEPLAY HQ - post-tenebras-lux

Every night was always the same. The seven sins went to the bdsm club looking for women and men to feed off of, to take them into one of those backrooms and unleash their vile needs - using people for pleasure and power was their ultimate joy; their simple reward for leading humanity astray. Attaching puppet strings to force weak-minded individuals to do their will until finally dancing them off the edge of an unsuspecting cliff. The club’s neon purple atmosphere illuminated the furniture and faces of potential playmates with grape-colored light, which made everything a touch more exotic. Per usual, the seven sins sat on the leather couches in the back of the club - since they were regulars, everyone knew them as the seven brothers cursed with incredible genes, being sickly attractive. Vanity had a way of warping someone’s mind, and they used their appearance to their advantage. And the rumor was if you managed to snag their attention, you were in for a wild ride. As if figuring out the password to a speakeasy, you’d enter their domain, living out a toxic secret described as going on an lsd trip, like taking ecstasy at a rave, and when the night was over, their puppets never remembered what happened - only bits and pieces of juicy, lust filled fucking, and a craving from the seven sins to go on the merry go round to hell one more time. People approached the seven sins in hopes of fetching one of those delightful little adventures tucked away in one of those convenient backrooms. Begging them for a good beating, to make them feel whole by means of filling every tiny hole, dying for an opportunity to be a perfect slave that could suck, lick, and fuck their way into their circle. There was a woman on her knees pleading with the seven sins, specifically Leviathan, to take her by the collar, chain her up, and whip her until she was a good girl. Her sugary silver stockings slid on the ground as she crawled towards him.

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Those glossy tulip pink lips tried to seduce the Prince of Envy with words that meant nothing to him - it was like listening to the world’s worst poetry, and did not meet his standards when her plea to be his new toy was answered with his boot, pushing her away from him. The seven sins laughed at the woman, her rejection was just another form of unfiltered entertainment to their group. The boredom in Leviathan’s green eyes sparked fear in the woman, but it wasn’t the right kind of fear, it wasn’t the kind that could get him off - it was the kind of fear that ignited a deserving anger within him, one that turned into a rage for wasting his fucking time. She faced the rest of the seven sins with regret for thinking she could stand a chance with Leviathan, having made a bet with her friends that she could be with him, that her fake plastic silver corset and skimpy g string would somehow do the trick - and now the entire nightclub watched her spiral down a rabbit hole of zero self-worth, with no sex appeal to use as a parachute, only to succeed as a fucking egotistical cunt permanently wandering down a dead end road. Whenever Leviathan would stroll down memory lane to recall the definition of a basic bitch, her face would be there, until one day he would just forget what she looked like or that she existed at all. A black shirt with large cutouts for the sleeves, exposing the sides of his torso with muscles and tanned skin hung provocatively as he stood, towering over the useless piece of trash at his feet. “She’s not that bad!” Lucifer laughed, which only made the girl cringe with embarrassment. “You have to be fucking kidding me…” Leviathan leaned his head back, no longer wanting to see the ball of uncooked cookie dough at his feet.

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His hands went to the edge of his black pants with thumbs hooking off the rim of his jeans, pulling them down slightly. Both wrists had a thin piece of leather circled about them, just an extra bit of decoration to adorn his aesthetic. Brown hair, like the wood of a tree, made of waves and relaxed curls, hung around his face in different directions. That sinful haircut drove people mad, such grabbable locks tormenting them, making them wish they could wind their fingers through it just once. His eyes, like the color of sunlight pouring through the flesh of a virescent leaf, when landing on someone the wrong way, could make them break down with one single look of distaste. And that’s exactly what happened when he grabbed another dose of the whore in front of him. She began to cry with his cemented judgment. Leviathan adored the sight of tears. Just not hers. They were as fake as her personality. His natural scent of falling rain was nothing short of the first step to temptation. Those subtle notes of petrichor often lured lost souls into the fantasy of starting a new beginning with the Prince of Envy - and somehow, this woman, nothing short of an empty tank of gas, thought she stood a chance only to be faced with a missed opportunity for acting like a diet pepsi when he ordered a coke. “If he’s not going to take her, I will…” Mammon had the girl’s chin in his hand now, and examined her as if she were up for sale. Only the thing was, all of them knew she was on clearance, being replaced as fall went out of style. Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Satan, and Belphegor made jokes about the girl and how she wasn’t able to live up to Leviathan’s standards. Their laughter faded into the club’s music as he walked away, leaving the waste of humanity behind in search of someone better.

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@Vava

Why does normality have to be boring? That question played in Scarlett's mind almost every single day. Scarlett lived in a large city filled with hundreds of thousands of people in it, and with that many people in one area, being unique was a a constant battle. That's why Scarlett held onto one thing that she reminded herself to do whenever she felt stagnated, "You are destined for something great," This phrase kept her going, and every day she continued to believe that it was her destiny to do what she was doing. That was why when a strange black clade individual handed her a flyer as they walked down the busy city walkway, she took it and didn't throw it into the nearest garbage bin like everyone else did. It was a flyer for a club, and the words that caught her attention the most were written in silver glitter in the bottom corner of the flyer, "Come find your destiny," Scarlett stopped dead in her tracks, her pale fingers clutching the crisp paper and her bright green eyes wide with shock and excitement. She was going to find her destiny... Scarlett rushed home and entered her small single bedroom apartment. The club was not online but the flyer stated that the club opened up at night. When exactly... it wasn't clear but perhaps that was best. As the sun began to go down, Scarlett got changed.

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She dressed up in a crimson red dress that hugged her body in all the right ways. It came down to her lower thigh so it wasn't super short, which she preferred. She wanted to look nice, but not like she was desperate for anything. The dress had three quarter sleeves and had a sweetheart neckline. She fluffed her coppery red hair and curled the ends. For her makeup, she chose a soft smoky eye look and no lipstick. If she was kissing someone... she didn't want to leave any mess on them. She finished her look with a sharp winged eyeliner, and a pair of black heeled ankle boots. The ankle boots were thin but completed the ensemble. With that, Scarlett was ready. She smiled at herself in the mirror, and then she headed out. ~~ Getting out of the taxi, Scarlett approached the dimly lit door that stood protected by two muscular bodyguards. They kept a line of individuals in check while others came and went at their pleasure. The ones that came and went had the flyer in their hands... Scarlett approached one of the bodyguards and she held up her flyer. "May I come in?" The bodyguard looked her up and down and then nudged his partner. "Wristband." "Got it." He reached into a small basket behind him and pulled out a yellow wrist band. He passed it to Scarlett. "What does this mean?" Scarlett asked as she slipped the yellow band onto her wrist, tugging it to make sure it was tight. The bodyguards said nothing but opened the door and gestured for her to enter. She gave a short nod and a quick "Thank you!" As she entered the purple lights of the club. She walked up a short staircase and her senses were hit with the scents of alcohol, weed, and several different scents that made her take a deep breath. This was definitely interesting. The music was loud, and Scarlett stopped in the entry way of the club. There was a large bar and numerous tables and booths as well as a massive dancefloor.

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And this place was packed. Bodies were everywhere and Scarlett squeezed herself through the bodies until she found some space at the bar. Thankfully the sea of bodies did seem to taper off around the bar, most of the individuals either talking or dancing. A woman approached her from the other side of the bar, a bar towel slapped across her shoulder. "What'll it be?" She grinned. Her dyed purple hair matching the lights almost perfectly. Scarlett bit her lip in thought. "Can I get an appletini?" "Something light, I take it?" She chuckled as she made the drink, sliding it over to Scarlett. As she did, Scarlett's fingers wrapped around the thin stem and she lifted the glass. The alcohol was pretty strong but it tasted delicious! "It's-" "Delicious? I know. They always are. Welcome to the club." She smirked as she went to handle another patron. Scarlett turned slightly, looking towards the dance floor. She wasn't sure what she wanted to do first! There seemed to be so many people she could ask for suggestions, especially the group of seven individuals seated at a booth. Before she could get too far into thinking, a masculine voice piped up beside her. "Hi! You're new here." A sandy haired man with a grey tank top and black jeans sat down in the empty stool beside her. Scarlett's nose wrinkled slightly as the scent of of cheap beer washed over her. He held out his hand, "My name is Parker. It's nice to meet you." Scarlett gingerly took his hand, shaking it slightly. "Hi. My name is Scarlett." She said quietly. "Is this your first time here? I haven't seen you around before?" Parker said, leaning towards her, his grin open and wide. He was certainly... friendly. But, she was here to mingle, wasn't she?

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Little did Scarlett know... as Parker chatted her up, or at least attempted to, another gentleman slid behind Scarlett, her appletini pulled back towards her. He sat down and as he did, he reached around himself as if he was reaching for an itch, but when his hand passed over Scarlett's beverage, he sprinkled some powder into her drink. He cast a quick glance to Parker who winked, but Scarlett didn't see it. @Taking Back Luxday

“What about this one?” asked the club owner. His name was Herman. He was nervous. And short. Wearing small glasses perched on the end of a stubby nose. His plump fingers pulled a pretty face out from a line of men and women, thrusting her towards a velvety blue couch with expectations Leviathan would end his search. This woman, somewhere in her late twenties, knelt before one of Herman’s most valued customers’ legs. Her hair was long, black, and curly at the ends. The silky coils hanging over her chest were used to cover the view of her nipples, which were there to be touched and explored. She smiled at Leviathan, sliding her knees against a cold, reflective floor, then stopped her mouth from displaying affection when the gesture was not returned - her brown eyes searched for an ounce of approval from the Prince of Envy, yet none was given. “No,” said Levi. There was boredom in his eyes. The girl’s leash tugged her to both feet, encouraging her to stand and walk away from the sudden rejection so another could come and take her place. A second girl crawled towards him, and this time Leviathan beckoned her to come closer with his hand, and when she did, he told her to, “...look down.” The girl obeyed. She was nervous, which played to his liking. Yet he shook his head once, vexed by another disappointment - her face did not excite him. The female, having been completely naked, rose and disappeared from his sight. “Is there no one that interests you?” questioned the club owner. Herman seemed desperate, folding his hands together nervously. “He’s difficult to please,” said Satan, who passed by with a human following closely behind, eager to entertain one of the seven sins for the night. “Don’t take it personally!” The group of seven sins laughed at the scene of Herman trying to sway Leviathan into picking someone he did not want. Each sadistic mind had already chosen a human toy for the evening - all but Levi, who no longer wanted to waste his time on half-baked

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potatoes without enticing condiments such as sour cream. To him, they were unworthy snacks, leaving his appetite empty and unsatisfied. Levi towered over the club owner causing him to back away. Panic secreted from every pore of Herman’s body, glistening their forehead with sweat, a scent that could be smelled for miles. “I-if there’s anything we can do to accommodate you, let us know.”

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That was all Herman managed to stutter before making an escape to his back office, knowing he narrowly missed a run-in with Levi’s rage... “Let me please you,” begged a woman wearing nothing but small, green panties. Her hands stroked Levi’s arms while her fingers played with his tanned skin. “I can make your darkest fantasies come true.” He stood in front of the topless woman, clearly new, and peered down into her soulless eyes. To onlookers, it was no surprise when the female began to tremble, or when she returned to the section of the club she was tasked to keep an eye on. The same routine. The same faces. The same sex. Tie them up. Gag them. Whip them. Chain them. Slap them. Choke them. Fuck them. Men and women approached Levi to take their shot. One by one they crawled back into the depths of the warehouse after being turned down. He was ready to settle - that is, until someone sitting at the bar caught his attention. Her hair was red like fire, glowing, illuminated by the dim yellow bar lights. She was shadowed by two figures hovering over her. One of them leaned against the bar, distracting the woman with flirtatious banter as the other discreetly poured a powder into her drink. The men were grinning, pleased to have found their next victim for the evening until suddenly...those vile smiles dropped. Their faces showed signs of fear, and neither spoke a word as they fled from the bar. “I wouldn’t drink that if I were you,” said Levi, and slid the tainted beverage away from the woman with red hair. With one look, the bartender tossed the drink out and handed her a replacement. Levi grabbed a seat at the bar and sat down. He was close enough to hold a conversation, yet far enough to bait his scent for those that wanted to know more. An exotic smell. Clean. Dark. It was the embodiment of falling rain. Petrichor. It made knees weak and hearts pound. Turning simple moments into ones that never wanted to end. The music blared loudly. Purple lights strobed

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over people being stroked or sucked off, lurking within the shadowed corners of the club. The sound of whips cracking against skin struck from time to time, followed by pleasured moans and screams for more. He had not taken the time to look at the face next to him - after all, they were all the same. Yet when he dragged his gaze over to the redhead, his own brown locks glowing under the bar light - this was the moment when everything changed...starting with the way he looked at her. The pupils of his eyes expanded with unforeseen arousal - the color of those irises played with tricks of deep blues and blacks that fought with shades of hidden greens and browns. Levi’s stare, which made men and women crumble, was now focused on something he’d been searching for, something that was in arm’s reach, something he’d wanted for a very, very long time… @Vava

Scarlett looked around the room, her eyes roaming over every single patron in the bar that she could see. While she couldn't see everyone, the people she could see were dressed, or rather barely dressed, like they were here to have fun. Most of the women in the bar seemed to be blissfully in their element, drinks in their hands and a sway to their hips. Clubs and bars were not typically Scarlett's thing, so, why was she here? After living a life filled with normalcy and being bored to death of it, she wanted a change. She wanted to find her destiny. She wanted to find what her life was destined for. Why she was here. Many people went through this type of thing; they usually called it a midlife crisis, but Scarlett wasn't in the middle of her life. She just... didn't want to waste her time with the mundane boring adult responsibilities unless she knew why she was doing them! So, here she was. Granted, she wasn't walking around wearing just nipple pasties like some of the women here, but, she was wearing something she typically didn't wear, and she felt good. She felt a little more like herself, and it was strange, but she embraced that strangeness. As she looked around the room past the scantily clad girls, her eyes landed on seven individuals who all looked far more handsome than anyone in this room. They were all laughing; except for one. One man with brown hair wasn't laughing. He wasn't smiling, and Scarlett couldn't help but stare at him the longest. He hadn't caught her gaze yet, and she didn't want to get caught staring at someone, so she turned. This was when the two stooges decided to show up. But, they were friendly, so she decided to chat with them a bit. (edited)

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However, when she glanced away, they had decided to spike her drink. But she had no idea. Not until some guy decided to sit beside her, frightening the two stooges away, and her savior pushed her drink away and got her a replacement. Scarlett recognized the man as the unsmiling man from the back of the bar. "Was something wrong with the drink? Did I pick the wrong one?" She said, her eyes shining from the light of the club. She took the new drink and she sipped it. "Still an appletini. Maybe they used the wrong ice." She said, unsure how he'd like her little joke. She brushed some of that crimson hair behind her ear. She wasn't trying to act like a girl struck with a crush, but, something about this man just made her nervous, but in a good way. It was as if she had that butterfly in the stomach feeling; all though the thought of butterflies in her stomach made her feel sick. Or was that the thought of almost getting taken home by two losers? Maybe it was both. She sipped the appletini, now finally getting some alcohol in her system. But, the nervous feeling didn't go away. (edited)

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She had watched girl after girl come up and try to talk to him, and she had even caught a few snippets of girls grumbling how "he won't even look at me!", and she wondered if that was him they were complaining about. He was looking at her. Those beautiful dark blue, black eyes that danced with golden caramel colors and emerald green undertones were staring right at her. So, what made her so special? She wanted to know. Was he apart of her destiny? She had to know. Taking another small sip through the little black straw in the drink, Scarlett asked, "Have you ever had the appletini here? It's really good. Would you like a sip?" She held the glass out towards him, only about an inch closer, so as to not shove it in his face or seem as if she was trying to demand he sip from her drink. She wasn't trying to be overtly flirtatious, but, he was handsome, and he had just replaced her drink for her. She wanted to talk to him and something deep down inside told her that he was someone she should be speaking to, but she couldn't tell why, and that was eating her inside. She had to satiate that feeling. @Taking Back Luxday

The bartender, who looked like a cover model for Suicide Girls, served Leviathan a drink that could be mistaken for sparkling water - only it was an elixir mortals could not consume. She seemed to enjoy the fact she held vague knowledge of who Leviathan was, and that Scarlett had no clue, as if it were their little secret. “This one is on me,” said the bartender with a seductive tongue, but the flavor of her words did not capture Leviathan’s interest as hoped. The redhead’s wristband did, though. That yellow color invited him to explore a landscape of curiosity he hadn’t seen in what felt like years. He wasn't sure how long it had been since someone caught his attention, much less a human untouched by this deplorable scene… Disappointed one of the Seven Sins was not interested in playing a hidden game with her, the bartender went back to her routine behind the bar, glancing at the redhead with a hint of jealousy pooling in her eyes. Leviathan turned away from Scarlett as she offered up information about herself, which was attractive all on its own. Just the way he sat with his elbow on the counter, relaxed, seemingly uninterested, with drips of condensation running down the edge of his glass, a side profile cut with the slope of a stubbled jaw, or the way he swallowed his drink…it was as if he were teasing her without doing anything at all. And when he finally brought his attention to Scarlett, only after she was done asking her questions, he’d decided to give her a taste of that destiny she was looking for. Under the bar’s mahogany counter were several ornate hooks with collars and leashes to be used by patrons. They were there for decoration mostly, and on occasion, some would go missing in order to fulfill a fantasy for the night. When she offered him a sip of her apple martini he merely let himself study her the way one does before crawling into bed with someone they desired. His eyes slid eyes from the sugary liquid in her glass to the innocent set of li

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ps she possessed, the ones that corrupted his thoughts, convincing him to bring her into his world. To those watching from afar, it was even more unnerving when he decided to stand without a word spoken to her, a leather collar in hand, and slipped it around her neck with a thin silver chain dangling from the center. One that hung down the cleavage of her breasts and over the crimson dress she wore. Leviathan took the martini glass out of her hand and placed it on the bar, but before they went anywhere, and while he stood over her like she was already his, he turned her around in the swivel barstool in order to face him so that his face looked down on hers, where their eyes met and the silence between them spoke volumes of what was about to happen.

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His mouth descended onto hers the way all new savage love affairs begin. And it was only fair to wrap the chain of her leash around his fist to keep her in place as he did this, so his tongue could claim her own… “Scarlett…” Her name was all he said as the kiss momentarily split. It was cruel the way this one word was spoken because Leviathan was someone who made entire rooms stop whenever he said anything - and even though the meaning of the word wasn’t sexual, somehow, the way he said it was dirty. “You are in my debt…” He pulled her off the bar stool by guiding her with the chain. Those who knew the club well had their eyes on Leviathan and his new prize, wondering who she was, and if they had missed an opportunity by not spotting her first. Not before long Leviathan and his new interest were in one of the backrooms only meant for the Seven Sins to use. This suite in particular had a leather chair made for one, a side table for drinks, and a wall with hooks to keep his playmates chained in place. There was rope waiting to be used, a black whip dangling on one of the hooks, and a pair of handcuffs glinting in the neon purple light of the club. There wasn’t much time for Scarlett to get to know her surroundings, not when Leviathan had control over her, turning her around to face him so his mouth was on hers again taking what was owed - another sadistic kiss, but the kind that often led to sex afterward. Just when the momentum of that kiss started to lead him to fucking her against a wall, that sinful kiss suddenly ended. “Remove your clothes, Scarlett…” If only all voices could sound like his. Leviathan sunk into the leather chair in the middle of the room as if it were his throne, one knee bent and the other extended out. The chain in his hand stretched from his palm to her collar so she’d know there was nowhere to go - she had one choice, and that was to obey. @Vava

Scarlett was eager to hear more about this man, but, he remained silent. He had only said a single sentence to her, and now, nothing. He had replaced her drink, but then when she started to try to chat with him, he barely seemed to pay her any mind. Scarlett started to feel a creeping sense of dread building in her stomach with each second that he didn't speak to her. Was she being weird? Did he find her creepy for offering him a sip? She was about to speak, but no words got to leave her lips as her eyes followed his hand to the mahogany bar. Suddenly, a leather collar was slipped around her throat, the silver chain sparkling in the club lights. Scarlett swallowed, her dread vanishing for now. He had to be interested in her, at least enough to want to put a collar on her, right? The collar didn't choke her, but it held her neck so lovingly that it was almost like this collar was made for her. The cool metal touched her skin and she could feel some goosebumps prickle against her chest. He towered over her, and Scarlett looked up into those gemstone eyes, her lips ever so slightly parted. She was about to speak once more. She wanted to ask him what the collar was for, but, his lips on hers cut her off. Scarlett's eyes widened for a second with surprise, confusion, and then, arousal. All of which flooded her senses. Then, the confusion and surprise slid away, and the only thing that remained was arousal. Her eyes shut slowly and she reached up, her hands cupping his cheeks. Her kiss was inexperienced, unlike his. But, she tried to push her confidence into it. Nothing sounded worse than kissing someone who had never kissed someone and tried to pretend they were good at kissing. Sloppy confidence was pathetic, and Scarlett did not have sloppy confidence.

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His voice made her shiver, and she nodded as he told her that she was in his debt. She did not question him at all. Was she in debt with him for the drink? No, there must have been more to it than that. Her destiny? Most definitely. Taking a chance, Scarlett followed Leviathan as he guided her from the stool. She felt the envious stares of the other girls in the bar who were not in her place. Her heart thudded nervously against her ribcage. Was this a good idea? Was this safe? Scarlett didn't know, and she couldn't answer with a resounding 'yes'. However, Scarlett didn't really know if she disliked that. She had always played everything safe. She always followed the rules, went with the norm, and now, she was doing things that she wanted to. Right now, she wanted to follow Leviathan. The lights of the club followed the two, the club music pounding heavily. The room that Leviathan brought Scarlett to was a dim purple lit room where the music wasn't as harsh. Scarlett could still hear the music, but it wasn't thumping in her ears anymore. Her eyes landed on the instruments in the room that hung from the wall; ropes, handcuffs, and even a whip. Wow. Scarlett's pale cheeks flushed red. She had never used things like this, so being in a room where those tools might be used on her made her swallow once again. The thought of getting whipped, tied up, or handcuffed to the wall was nerve wracking, but it also enticed a deep part of her that she had never gotten to know. Would she get to know this unknown side of her with Leviathan?

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Despite her nervousness, Scarlett didn't flee the room. Yes, she was nervous, but she wanted to proceed. She wanted to experience this, and she wanted to experience this with Leviathan. She gave him her full attention once more as he kissed her again. Scarlett's hands came up to touch him again. Her body was drawn to him, and she wanted to touch him. She wanted to feel that stubble on his jaw against her fingertips. Excitement, curiosity, and desire pushed her forward and helped her think of her next move, though she had no plan. All she knew was that she wanted to keep kissing this handsome man that had just collared her. When he stepped away from her, she felt like she was missing something. That was... strange, but Scarlett found she started to like the strange feeling. His instructions swirled around her as he dropped into the chair. This would be the first time Scarlett had ever stripped for someone. "Alright," Her voice was soft, but not meek. Her cheeks were tinted pink with blush. She took a few steps back so that he could see her body fully. She then reached behind herself and took hold of the black zipper on the back of her dress. She lowered it slowly, but not too slowly. The front of her dress sagged forward, no longer held taut against her. Leviathan could now see the edge of her bra. It was a black lacey strapless bra. She had picked it out in order to feel even more attractive.

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She shifted the dress down her hips and then her legs. She stepped out of the dress, moving it aside. Next came her bra. She unclasped it and she caught it as it fell from her body. She set it down on her dress. Then came her panties. A black lacy thong that matched her bra adorned her hips until she lowered it down her legs. She set it with her dress. She looked up at Leviathan. She hoped that he was enjoying her body. She then stepped out of her heels, and she set them beside her dress. Now, Scarlett was completely naked. Here is where she felt a little self conscious. She wasn't ashamed of her body, but showing herself completely to someone she didn't even know the name of was definitely outside of her comfort zone. Scarlett's body was curvy and lean. Her breasts were the perfect size to take a handful without excessive spillage, and her hips were the right shape to hold onto. Taking a deep breath, Scarlett looked at Leviathan and gave him a smile. Her smile was one of genuine excitement, but it wasn't over the top. She wanted him to know she wasn't afraid. She wasn't going to run from this. She was prepared to go through this with him. “What should I call you?” She asked, her tone curious. He hasn’t said his name yet. She wanted to know what to address him as. @Taking Back Luxday (edited)

The amount of time between her asking a question and it going unanswered was intentionally drawn out in order to make her feel uncomfortable. Nor he did return the smile she offered as a token of building a thin layer of trust between them. It was hard to tell if Leviathan was pleased or not, having no emotions on his face to give her direction or guidance. To him, it was clear she was accustomed to the freedom of holding a conversation with whomever she pleased. This was foolish, and that is the only clue resting within his eyes to let her know she was out of her depth with him. Within the silence, eyes made of the most deplorable parts of hell studied her. Shrouded by purple light and a tangle of brown hair, he stared at her body without clothes on the way all women wanted to be looked at - as if she were worthy of being seen. He rose from the oversized leather chair, the black fabric of his shirt hanging on his body in ways that exposed his muscular torso, and walked towards her with the metal chain dragging on the floor. For a moment it seemed as though he was going to stop in front of her for another merry-go-round of lip play, maybe some fuck-me banter, but Leviathan circled her with the leash until he could no longer be seen. Now at her backside, his hand trailed down the center of her spine with fingers roaming as if her body were a canvas made just for him. The way he touched her, with knuckles grazing her skin, it was clear he wanted to know how soft she was. The female’s red hair dangling in his way was moved over her shoulders to allow a clear view of her body from behind. Her curves instructing the shadows on her bare skin enticed him. He rotated the chain along his fist until it turned her collar around, tightening his hold as he pulled her against him. With his mouth at her ear, he spoke to her in a voice that was made out of fantastic nightmares. “Disobey me and I can promise you’ll wish I’d let those two at the bar drug you for their entertai

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nment…from this moment on, you will not speak unless spoken to.” Those words would be her only guidance to navigate the silence he enjoyed so much. His mouth stayed by her ear, exhales cascading down her body with every tick of the clock. Leviathan’s teeth found their way to Scarlett’s jawline to perform an act of carnal intentions, just to remind her she was at his mercy and a well-placed hickey would prove it. While claiming her with threats of his expectations, laced with moments of his mouth doing sinful deeds to mark her with a bruise, his other hand, free of the leash, went to find what he was looking for by making a sudden advance on her inner thigh. Where his grip could steal the curve of flesh right under the private parts of her right leg. The way he handled her could have been straight out of a porno, separating her legs so his fingers could play with the delicate areas of her body down there. “Close your eyes…” That voice, the one that gave orders to kill thousands was now commanding her to obey him - when he told her to do this he kept his mouth against the side of her face so his words could guide her through this yellow wristband experience. The hand doing terrible deeds between her legs moved to her stomach to feel the curves of her ribs, running his palm upwards to the slope of her breasts. Leviathan leaned his head down, craving the sight of her body as he got to know her.

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Brown hair, untamed and meant to tease his victims into a trap of lust, fell forwards to mask his face as he did this, making sure his erection pressed into her back through the heavy black fabric of his low-rider jeans. Just when the path of his hand headed towards her breasts he unexpectedly stopped, lingering there just to feel the underside of her chest and the way they hung, letting his thumb roam the outskirts of her nipple only to barely graze over one of them until they hardened against his touch. Though he’d done this to others before, for him, this time was different. These stimulated actions notoriously drove women and men to start affairs with him - at this point the people he brought here were devoted and returning nightly…bored, seeking out that part of their life they felt they’d missed, and having done this too many times for it to mean anything. However, the way Scarlett removed her clothing told him she was inexperienced not only in this environment but in the bedroom, and something about that played well in her favor… Although his actions were meant to spin Scarlett into a state of arousal, he found himself just as ready to pound her against a wall until she was screaming his name. “You have disappointed me…” His hand wandered between her breasts until reaching her neck, clenching her throat in his hand until her voice and collar belonged to him. “Keep your eyes closed and don’t move from this spot unless you wish to know the meaning of regret….” The cruel sound of the leash being removed from her collar accompanied the warmth of his body disappearing, taking its place was the club’s cold air conditioning, inducing an unnerving waiting period of anticipation and fear purposely designed to leave her wondering where he’d gone and why the collar was left on her throat. Dark purple light poured down on him as his hand trailed the different objects he could use on someone so innocent. One of those hands decorated with leather straps reached for

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a thin whip that had never been used, reminding him of her. The sound of the whip snapped against her skin and gave him a rush he hadn’t felt in a long time. At the first sight of tears, his hand tangled a fist into that pretty hair of hers, curling around her strands, not letting her process the feeling of pain he’d delivered so suddenly. A red welt formed on Scarlett’s outer thigh as a reminder she’d failed in some way. It was a tumble of chaos between them now where his mouth was on hers just to taste her pain, lust, and whimpers, all of which he considered to be elevated signs of genuine sexual gratification. He forced her backward until she was pressed against a brick wall looking directly into his eyes. “Tonight, you are mine. From here on you will tell stories of a man you met at a club, and how I am the reason you stay awake at night unable to satiate the void within - know this, Scarlett, you do not deserve to know my name. The way you removed your clothes did little to make me want to keep you. You will kneel and crawl to me to make up for your lack of seduction...” As if she were a puppet on strings Leviathan pushed her down until her knees hit the cold surface of the reflective floor in front of him. He liked seeing her like this. Only after enjoying the sight of looking down on her did he leave to return to his leather chair where, after a moment, he beckoned her with his hand with a look that suggested he’d whip her again if she didn’t do this right the second time around... @Vava

Silence. That's all she was met with. Man he was good. She inhaled slowly as she waited for him to say something. Anything. However, the silence grew louder and soon, Scarlett was able to hear the sound of her own heart beating heavily in her ears. She had no idea how he felt about her movements, and that almost made her spiral. Her eyes scanned his, watching for a hint of a smile, a hint of his praise, and yet, she saw nothing. Dread began to fill her stomach. Scarlett felt her breath hitch as he started to walk towards her, but the hitch wasn't out of terror. It was out of anticipation. What would come next? Would he praise her? Punish her? The expression on his face made her shiver. He didn't seem impressed, and that thought disappointed her. He stepped behind her and Scarlett waited, listening intently for any new instructions. His voice moved to her ear and Scarlett's chest tightened. She stayed silent, not wanting to anger him or fall further down his approval list or worse, fall off of it entirely. She clearly had not impressed him, and she had to make up for that. He suddenly began to attack her jawline, creating little hickies as he went. Scarlett's legs nearly gave out as she felt his hands begin to explore her body. She whimpered softly, her legs starting to shift lightly. The heat within her core started to burn like a white flame, the heat spreading from the center of her belly to the top of her head and the tips of her toes. Her cheeks darkened with blush and arousal, and small whimpers lodged themselves within her throat. Scarlett struggled to hold her sounds in.

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He instructed her to close her eyes, and she obeyed. The purple light of the room vanished as her lids shut. His voice was her new law, and she would not disobey. She would prove to him she was worthy of his praise. Soft quiet sighs and moans filled the air, but Scarlett did not touch him. The only thing she did was tilt her head back ever so slightly, her fingers curling slightly as she restrained herself from touching him. She hadn't been instructed to touch him. She had only been instructed to shut her eyes. She could feel how hard he was and it made her ache for him. God, it felt like he was trying to make her go insane. Everywhere he touched burned with that flame, and Scarlett was almost certain she might pass out if she got any hotter. Her chest rose and fell. She flinched as he confirmed that she had disappointed him, those beautiful fingers circling her throat. She nearly buckled from the feeling of his hand around her neck, as if he was her new collar. Shit. The sense of shame filled her cheeks and she nodded only a little, letting him know she understood. Her eyes remained closed as he stepped away. She did not move a muscle. The air in the room felt heavy, and Scarlett listened to Leviathan's footsteps as they walked away from her. Then, the crack of a whip pierced the air and a searing pain spread across her thigh. A sharp cry tore through her as she nearly dropped to her knees. Tears ran down her cheeks, but her eyes remained shut. Her hair was snagged by Leviathan's fist, her head tilted back. Now, her eyes opened. Those dark oceanic eyes filled her mind as he backed her into the wall, forcing her to obey his physical commands. She couldn't stop herself from kissing him back, her hands touching his arms, holding him as she whimpered against his mouth. That heat within her was now almost similar to molten lava. Her insides were burning hot with her desire, her need for his praise, and the pain of her leg.

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She nodded as he told her that she did not deserve to know his name, and while she had not proved herself with her stripping, he was going to give her one last chance. Staying silent, she let him push her down, her eyes never leaving his, indicating her obedience. She waited until he sat down before she shut her eyes once again. She had to focus. She had to get this right. She didn't want to be whipped again, but more importantly, she didn't want to disappoint Leviathan any further. Carefully, Scarlett lowered her torso and outstretched her arms until her palms went flat on the floor, her fingers splayed as if she was feeling the entire floor. She opened her eyes and she met his gaze. She let her face relax, not wanting to force an expression that could be seen as false. Now on her hands and knees, she put her right hand out, and her left leg followed. Then her left hand went out, and her right leg followed. Carefully and with a gentle calmness, Scarlett began to crawl. She kept her head up, her back slightly curved, and she let her hips sway ever so slightly. She tried to think of how she appeared. She tried to crawl with confidence. She tried to channel seductive energy. She had to, or it would be the end of her if she didn't. She got closer to Leviathan with each step, her gaze never leaving his. Her lips were curled slightly upwards, giving her a faint smile, one that was attempting to entice the male in the leather chair; her new commander. Her smile was not intended to be mocking, nor was she trying to be overly flirty with her smile. As she approached Leviathan, she crawled between his legs. Then, she placed her hands just on the edge of the chair in front of her, the edge right between his legs.

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She did not touch him yet, but she moved her hands closer to him, until her fingers just barely began to touch his jeans. After a moment, she leaned forward and her hands slowly moved to rest on his thighs, though she kept her distance from his erection. She would not touch him further without permission and she knew she was risking getting whipped, but she needed to touch him now. He had not specifically said not to touch him, so, perhaps this was alright. Scarlett stared at him with curious eyes, her cheeks still tinted pink. That smile still greeting him. She didn't want to disobey him by speaking, as he hadn't spoken to her yet. So, she carefully reached for his free hand and she took it in her own. She then guided his hand towards her face. She turned his hand so that his palm was facing her, his fingers aimed towards her throat. She had been unleashed earlier, so with her other hand, she reached for the leash. She then clasped it to her collar. She then took his hand and she leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to his palm. She trailed those kisses down to his fingers, pressing soft kisses every inch she moved down, until she kissed the very tips of his fingers. Then, Scarlett spoke. A possibly grave mistake. Her voice was soft, and her eyes met his once more. "I am yours, Sir." She then went silent, knowing she might get whipped for speaking. However, she wanted him to know... she understood. She was his. She belonged to him now. Her hands still held his, the tips of his fingers now only an inch from her lips.

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Another idea came to her, and she turned his hand over. She then leaned forward, taking his index finger and his middle finger between her lips. She didn't suck on his fingers, but she kept the very edge of his fingers between her lips, watching him, wondering what he would say or do. Had she succeeded this time? Had she pleased him? The anticipation made her chest ache with anxiety, but she kept herself still, waiting for his next command, or, his next punishment. Her cheeks were still wet with tears, the tracks visible in the purple light. Scarlett longed for affection from Leviathan, and while she completely understood she might be punished for disobeying, she hoped her attempt at seduction had proved fruitful, and that he had found her attempts to be pleasing. If he didn't and she was cast out, then she didn't know what she would do. This felt right. Being here in this room with him. She felt as though she belonged in here, but she couldn't say why. There was just this feeling that told her, this is where her destiny began, and she was not going to fuck this chance up. (edited)

@Taking Back Luxday

She was saying things she knew nothing about. Scarlett didn’t know what “I am yours” actually meant. Not when it came to Leviathan, the Prince of Envy, the ruler of the underworld who dominated the very part of humanity’s soul that made them ache for what they could not have. Her lack of awareness around these words entertained him to no end. She aroused him in this quaint room of bdsm - but her being a decent playmate wasn’t enough. He wanted more from their time together. For the most part, the girl in front of him seemed willing to explore her boundaries and limits to what she could and could not take with him. The truth was, that yellow wristband only did so much when it came to someone like Leviathan. He enjoyed the fresh taste of someone new, how everything done in this room was better if it was a first - that was the thrill of it. Once he’d had a taste of someone too many times he didn’t want them anymore, and it was no secret he’d done this specific scenario with others. Yet the boredom factor never made an appearance when it came to the redhead in front of him. Just like she enjoyed tasting his fingers, he enjoyed watching her experiment with her own curiosity on her knees. “You have no idea what those words mean and you are foolish to say them out loud, binding yourself in a contract you know nothing of - to say them to someone who you know nothing about….” It was as if he were laughing at her without actually demonstrating it. Clearly amused by her revelation of wanting to belong to him if only for one night, it was easy to see that to Scarlett this was a one-time experience to go all out - and perhaps she’d return to the club to see him again for another shot at being with the seven sins. Since that’s what it was all about. The addiction. The need to have this feeling again. They always came back looking for the same high, only it was the look on their face when he didn’t give it to them that made everything so…appealing. Yet the part of him that k

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new eventually she’d fall into the same pattern as all the others, where he’d make her wait in line until it was her turn to be noticed or denied, never showed up. A ripe green flame burned within his eyes, one that was demonic and tantalizing to behold. If this didn’t scare Scarlett she was either unwise or choosing to ignore the signs that told her the man in front of her was otherworldly.

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Of course, when moments like this happened, the people kneeling before him either backed out of fear or gave into the exploration of lust, which led them further down their own personal desire to know more. Then it happened. The smile she’d been waiting for crept onto his mouth just to let her know he enjoyed the way her lips felt against his hand, that she’d done something right, because now his fist was curling around her chain and guiding her to follow him. He walked her towards the back of the room and just when it would seem they’d reached the end it was as if the small space of the club began slipping into unforeseen darkness. The purple neon light surrounding them faded away in a shroud of black mist. There would be no time for Scarlett to call for help, not when Leviathan was looking at her over his shoulder in a way that told her she was stepping into that destiny she was searching for. By the time the transformation of their surroundings had finished, Leviathan had her exactly where he wanted - in his chambers where everything was made of the finest material. The velvet furniture was rich and deep in color. The walls were nothing short of obsidian stone. The floor was merely a reflection of the world as if standing on a blurred mirror…and in the corner of the room was a large object being covered by a sheet. And he couldn’t wait to introduce her to what was being hidden, knowing it would be his favorite part of the night. It’s the fear he craved now that she was here with him. His relentless gaze snapped back to her and the leash was once again removed, setting her free in this unfamiliar territory. This pivotal moment broke the enchantment that brought Scarlett here in the first place, so she could revel in the fact she was naked, standing in an unknown location with seemingly no way in or out. There was a corridor behind her, a passageway of unimaginable darkness that was worth a shot, but even if she were to run she’d end up in a world of shadow

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s and right back where she started. Run. Do it. Run! The energy in the room wanted Scarlett to cave into her fears and try to escape, it was almost as if she didn’t have a choice, and this was because Leviathan’s desires were now surrounding them as if he were the very air they breathed. “Do you know what nightmares are made out of, Scarlett?” His hand, so clever and charged with enough sin for them both, grabbed onto the edge of his black tank and pulled it over his head in one go, making it so his upper body was now illuminated by candlelight. Every muscle was cut and outlined just as it should be, only better thanks to a demonic ancestry. “It’s when you see something you want yet know you shouldn’t…” Now he was toying with her, exposing her emotions and openly thinking they were there just for his amusement. The virescent glow within his gaze flickered as if all the unanswered questions about Scarlett’s existence resided there. “Go on,” he said, looking directly into the windows of her soul. “Run…”

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@Vava

Scarlett had a feeling that he would say something like that. He was right. She probably was foolish to say she was his, despite not knowing anything about him. But, wasn't that the fun of exploring new avenues in your life? Wasn't that why she came to this club in the first place? Not necessarily. She wished to find her destiny, and when she said she was his, a tiny voice in her brain seemed to feel that that was true. Was it just due to this club? Was it due to this room? No... No it was something deeper. Her bright eyes met that green flame, one that seemed to reflect the deepest parts of her soul. She audibly gasped, though it was soft. A shudder ran down her spine. Yes, she was scared, but she did not move. He had not said she could move. Something kept her placed firmly at his feet, watching his expression. She watched those lips curl upwards as his hand encircled the chain, and her body moved obediently. She stood up and followed him. Her bare feet padded the floor and made almost no sound. The only sound was the sound of Leviathan's shoes hitting the ground. They reached the end of the room and then... they didn't. Scarlett's eyes widened as the end of the room began to shift into the purest form of darkness. That purple light she found to be so beautiful was suddenly gone, and then all she could see was empty darkness, and Leviathan. His gaze kept her close, and prevented her from screaming in fear as her surroundings magically shifted. All she could see, was him. If was as if his entire presence had captivated her. It was strange, but Scarlett couldn't run. She just couldn't. Not yet.

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When she refocused and saw that the room had completely changed, she gasped again, this time more audibly though not obnoxiously loud. The furniture in the room was out of a gothic romance novel. Velvet furniture and darkened walls, and the floor seemed to be a blurry mesh of color, almost like a galaxy or a void. Then, the item hidden behind a sheet, seemed to be the icing on the cake. Scarlett's heart was now thudding in her chest, her hands shaking. Where was she? How did she get here? None of this was in the room before. She didn't even see a hallway or a door that could lead them to this place. Where was this? Her head was turning slowly, scanning over each corner of the room as she took it all in, her mind reeling as she tried to recall if she saw how they got here, or if this room was visible before. Her mind just could not recall it! To make matters worse, the air started to become suffocatingly heavy. The walls, the darkness, it was all closing in on her. Leviathan's voice broke through it, asking her if she knew what nightmares were made out of. He said her name again. That voice speaking her name was like honey on bread. Something she craved and needed, but the darkness, the fear, was slowly taking over... "Do you know what nightmares are made of, Scarlett?"

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He removed his tank top, and her eyes landed on his ripped and toned body. His skin hid those muscles like a thin sheet hid a body in bed. Every curve of his muscles, every inch of his skin was visible to her, and Scarlett's desires skyrocketed. The orange glow of the candlelight gave off a romantic glow, and Scarlett couldn't help the shudder of lust that ran up her spine. It mixed with the fear and that frightened her more. What was happening to her? What was this? Those eyes, those green hellish flames danced and twinkled in the candlelight. Her situation quickly dawned on her. She was exposed, naked and vulnerable, and she was at this man's entire mercy, which he did not seem remotely interested in giving right now. His eyes met hers again, and as a cold bead of sweat ran down her neck and in between her breasts, one word pierced the enchantment, and shattered it like glass: Run.

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Without any further hesitation, Scarlett turned and tore down that darkened hallway. Leviathan had released her chain, so when she ran, she was not yanked back into his grasp. She ran hard. Now the sound of her feet could be heard. She panted as she ran, her chest aching. She saw a light and she ran harder breaking through the opening and... into the same room, just now behind Leviathan. "W-What?" She turned frantically, looking for another entrance. Another hallway appeared, and she ran down that one. She must have taken a wrong turn. She ran through the light again, and now she was on Leviathan's right. "No!" She turned and ran down another hallway, again, and again, and again. Scarlett ran through what felt like one hundred hallways, and yet, they all deposited her back into the room with Leviathan. Her most recent hallway dumped her right back in front of Leviathan. She looked up to try to find another hallway, and she watched as the second hallway she tried vanished. Scarlett suddenly let out a painful cry of fear, her palms splayed out as she realized she was truly trapped. She was stuck here. No matter which hallway she took, she'd never be let out. Scarlett's head hung as she slowly regained her breath. She didn't cry, or rather, it wasn't loud. She let her tears fall, and her shoulders shook. "No..." She finally whispered. "This...This can't be real. I have to be dreaming. I have to be dreaming." She quickly gave herself a pinch. Then another. Then another... and yet, she was still in this darkened room, staring at the blurry floor below.

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This was real, and she was trapped. Scarlett took shaky deep breaths, and then carefully, she looked up at Leviathan. "What is this place? Who are you?" She asked, though she didn't expect an answer. Her voice was shaky, but she was trying to stay sane, despite her inner desire to just scream and cry for help. She knew it wouldn't come. She was here in this room, and now, she had to figure out why. @Taking Back Luxday

With his hand on the buckle of his belt stroking the fine line of metal there, he unlatched the clasp so the leather slid out from the rings of his black jeans one by one. This was done slowly and deliberately, all while a vile stare, one only a demon could conjure, climbed to meet her frightened eyes, “You are in hell, my dear, and I am going to enjoy every minute of you being here.” Having walked towards her with his head tilting one way or the other, like one does when sizing someone up, paired with an exceptional smirk, the belt now dangled at his side as a new prisoner in his hand. “I’m the feeling making you anxious, yet it’s everything you’ve ever wanted….” Just the way he smiled at her, it was clear Leviathan was dangerous in the sense he seemed to know exactly what she was thinking and how she felt about him. The belt went around her throat without warning and tightened until her oxygen supply was cut off, doing this just to see how pretty her cheeks could turn under the influence of his desires. “Does it scare you to know there is no escape?” That subtle rise of blood building on each moment until her face was flushed is what inspired him to bring her here in the first place. The grip on her air supply did not lift, not until he knew she was close to passing out - and just when the sight of her losing consciousness became a reality, he eased off the belt and allowed her to inhale the air around them once more, an action that was now under his control. “There’s nowhere to run. No one to call. We both know no one is looking for you. If I decided to keep you here, there would be nothing anyone could do about it. I could make you mine if I wanted…and I’m going to use you for my pleasure to prove it, Scarlett.”

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All that mattered was riding this high with her for the night. Being able to run his hands through her silky red hair, which he did, digging his fingers into her locks to create a fist that would guide her head around the way he wanted. He’d managed to walk her backward with his fist in her hair while his other hand pulled on the belt as a make-shift leash around her throat, until the backs of her legs folded against the edge of his bed, making it so he could climb on top of her and pin her down on those clean and soon to be dirty black sheets. With his mouth on hers he kissed her the way all of his playmates wanted to be kissed, as if he needed them. When Scarlett’s lips met Leviathan’s he forced her to keep up with his tongue’s seductive moves, taming hers in slow patterns until she was able to please him - and just when a moment of satisfaction was shared between them, as if she were doing something right, he tightened the belt around her neck just so he could taste the way her breath vanished on his lips. Part of him wanted to strangle her. To feel her squirm. To die. He wanted to feel the body under him writhe until she was physically begging to be released and doing so without being able to say a word. To watch the light leave her eyes and trap the essence of her soul within the darkness of his chambers. Yet if he licked the last layer of the lollipop the game would be over, which isn’t what he craved. Not with her. So he relaxed the belt around her neck letting her head sink back into the sheets. The red mark growing on her neck from the pressure of the belt caught his eye and enticed him, and led him to admire the irresistible color expanding around the metal collar he’d placed upon her. It didn’t take long for his black jeans to wind up on the floor somewhere, or for him to make his way up and down her chest with his mouth, leaving bite marks that caused her skin to become a canvas for these disgraceful acts.

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His hands roamed her body until reaching his favorite place on her figure. Her hips fit into his palms as if they were designed just for him, where he'd grab her and push her down into the mattress or pull her towards him on a whim. Whatever he wanted. He’d turn her and explore her body. Touch her wherever he pleased. Then kiss her until they were both devoted to a spiral of lust. Once he parted ways from her lips he towered over her, pinning her down with his weight with both knees pressed into the bed beside her - an actual devil with eyes made of the secret parts of the universe stared down at her, with dark locks of hair hanging over his face, tips curling and ending around his nose and cheeks, dangling there to shadow the demon within. And that smile, that horrible, spectacular smile of his appeared out of nowhere just to tell her he was enjoying himself…that he wanted more. The belt around her throat suddenly tightened and pulled her forward making it so her back slid on the sheets, causing them to wrinkle as he constrained her airflow while guiding her to his cock. He was hard and long as expected. Anyone who saw him had an unexplainable urge to either fuck him or suck him off just by seeing him - and that’s exactly what he wanted from Scarlett. He wanted her mouth, the lips he’d just taken advantage of, to wrap around him so he could see just how far down her itty bitty rabbit hole of a throat he could go before she’d start to gag. His thumb traveled along the length of his shaft to the very tip where that slick drip of precum was waiting, then wrapped his hand around the entire length and guided her mouth towards him with the belt as if she were some sort of animal. “Don’t disappoint me, Scarlett - or I’ll never let you leave this place.” Another toxic, self-absorbed, sinful smile came to play as he warned her. This one was worse because he liked toying with her and knew somewhere deep down inside she probably didn’t want to leave. She probably want

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ed to stay, just like everyone else he brought here. He could sense her desires like a shark catching a splash of blood in the sea. Although said in jest, her confession of wanting to belong to him made the experience that much more exhilarating...the idea of Leviathan keeping her as a pet whispered like the wind on a stormy night. The possibility was electrifying. Her unlikely submission would make waves within heaven, earth, and hell - the Prince of Envy had finally found someone worthy of his time…

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@Vava

Leviathan's words seemed to surround her like snakes. She was in hell. Yes, it certainly felt that way, and if there had been any doubt in her mind before, it was no longer there. Leviathan didn't hesitate to show her that he had control here. That he had control over her. The belt he used proved that. Each pull cut her air supply off, and Scarlett's eyes widened in fear. Tears pricked at the corner of her eyes as she struggled to breathe. She reached up to claw at the strap, but there was a look in his eyes that told her that if her fingers touched it, she would regret her actions. So her fingers stayed just at the edge of the belt, not touching the leather. She could feel her oxygen supply getting cut away, and slowly, she began to fade away. But, Leviathan wouldn't let her out that easily. He released the leather choker and let her breathe once more. A sharp inhale and gasping breaths called her back to the hell room she was in. Those tears that pricked her eyes now ran down her cheeks as Leviathan pushed her onto the bed, climbing on top of her. Here, is where her nightmare began to bloom for real. But, this nightmare wasn't necessarily scary. This was a dream mixed with dark undertones. The man above her was her captor. Her Master, her owner. She was his plaything, and any disobedience would prove to be her demise.

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Before she could scream from the fear of the situation, her air supply was cut off again but not through the vicious leather snake in his hand. Scarlett felt the same pressure of his lips on hers, and her body reacted to it. She kissed him back.This frightened her. This terrified her. Why? Because she wanted him to cut her air supply off once more. She wanted him to kiss her as the belt forced the air from her lungs, and as he gave her what she craved, she realized just how twisted she was becoming, and it frightened her. And yet, a part of her loved this. Kisses and passionate nips stung her skin. Moans and gasps left her pretty pink lips. She was losing herself to his pleasure, but Leviathan brought her back once more. He once again choked her and this time he guided her to his cock. She swallowed nervously as she gazed upon him. He was so huge! Scarlett was a virgin, and this was her first time seeing a cock in person. It was so much bigger than she expected, but that was most likely due to his naturally gifted form.

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Either way, he got what he wanted. She could feel the heat of her arousal burning through her, but she didn't grasp at him and demand he fuck her. Oh no, no Scarlett knew that Leviathan would provide her with such a gift when he was ready. When he deemed her deserving of it. Scarlett's eyes widened as Leviathan's cock was thrust into her throat. A choked gag escaped her lips as his girth filled her mouth and her esophagus. Scarlett's jaw ached as she opened her mouth as wide as possible. Tears pricked her beautiful emerald eyes as she curled her fingers into the sheets. She moaned weakly, unable to be any louder due to the cock that dominated her. Her airway was cut off and she took small short breaths through her nose to prevent herself from passing out. He was huge. She was a little worried that her mouth was unable to take his entire length, but she opened her mouth as wide as possible. Thankfully she did not dislocate or break her jaw, and she did her best to carefully move her head up and down. She was cautious of her teeth. She did not want to disappoint Leviathan. This was for her own safety, but mainly his pleasure. Perhaps it was selfish or wrong of her to feel this way, but she wanted him to be pleased with her. She did not want to disobey him. Scarlett's head moved up and down as much as she could while being essentially 'leashed' by the belt on her neck. She let her tongue swirl around him, tasting every single inch of his cock. It was salty with his precum and she swore she could taste... a hint of sea water? Though it was so faint perhaps it wasn't even there. She opened her eyes and she gazed up at Leviathan, curious to see if she was pleasing him or not. (edited)

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Scarlett let out soft moans as she let her own desire flare for just a moment. In this moment, she was selfish, and while she understood he may disapprove of that, she wished for him to understand that she was enjoying this. She was enjoying trying to please him. That in amongst itself might save her. Red hair was splashed across the black sheets almost like fire, or blood, and Scarlett's eyes almost shone in the purple light. Her hands obediently stayed beside them as she continued to lick and bob along his cock. Her entire mind and mouth was filled with Leviathan. He was all she could see, taste, smell, and feel. She did not stop her movements, even when her jaw began to ache. She continued to service him. She would not disappoint him. This was her first encounter with giving someone oral, and having her face nearly fucked, though she was 'in control' during this moment. Her mind was swimming, and she was scared of these new emotions that started to swirl through her. Arousal, fear, desire, the need for Leviathan's approval. Every ounce of these emotions seemed to radiate and crash into her mind constantly. Scarlett was almost afraid that Leviathan would be able to hear all of these thoughts. She silently prayed that her tongue and mouth were doing a good job at pleasing him. @Taking Back Luxday

A pair of pleading eyes searched for his approval, looking in his direction as if she believed she belonged to him - and Leviathan wanted to beat her for the unprovoked temptation to put a real collar on her neck. A waterfall of red hair tumbled through his unforgiving fingers as he twist Scarlett’s silky strands into his fist, doing this in order to guide her head back and forth on his cock. The motion was done slowly to ensure her inexperienced lips would stay locked around the length of his shaft. “That’s it…” he’d tell her. Those few words, spoken low from the darkest parts of his vocal cords, could make the knees shake of anyone seeking his affection. Every lick of her tongue was nothing short of a reminder that her arrival was what he’d been waiting for. Searching for. Each dirty tug from her heart-shaped mouth made him forget all previous lukewarm encounters prior to their time together. He was addicted to the devotion within her eyes. It was like an unexpected rush after taking a couple of vicodin, never knowing when the high would hit but when it did, there was nothing that compared. This onslaught of euphoria abruptly made his fist tighten within her hair in hopes of deliberately bringing a righteous amount of discomfort and physical suffering to the table. The hate he felt for her and that somewhat innocent stare caused him to suddenly force her to take all of him in at once, pushing the head of his cock against the back of her throat until she had no choice but to allow him to enter or choke. “Open up your mouth or I will parade you through the club as a puppet without strings attached to their master. I will show everyone that you are a failure, and expose you as someone who came looking for an owner with nothing to offer.” The cruelty of his voice was vindictive - yet each word, potent with a promise of a real threat, was like listening to someone who many wished to be fucked by. Controlled by.

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Leviathan was worshipped, and his voice was one of the reasons why. If she weren’t able to swallow down his entirety he planned on using other avenues to get what he wanted - actions that involved a sharp knife, her delicate blood, and his everlasting scars. It went without question that if Scarlett failed during this moment a new beginning that looked something like a nightmare, where she’d be dumped back into the club without any memory of what happened, knowing only that she wasn’t good enough to be in the presence of the seven sins, of him, would become her new reality. Regret and failure for a life she could no longer remember would plague her every moment. And this unspoken and unexplainable misery would entertain him as payment for wasting his time if she didn’t live up to his standards… Yet, when that delectable pop of her throat promised to comply, proving she was able to give him what he wanted, denying one more breath just to keep him in her mouth as deep as she could go, he deemed her worthy of the spot on his bed - and in return, Leviathan gave her the approval she craved, allowing the sound of sexual gratification to touch the air around his devilish lips while sparks of anger ignited within his eyes. As he guided her slippery wet lips off him a glistening strand of cum stretched from her mouth to the head of his cock like some sort of bridge between them until finally the string of his seed thinned and broke off to claim the skin of her chin and chest. There was little to no time between this act and the next due to lust controlling time. Every carnal action blended together. Hair pulling. Kissing. Humping. Scratching. Biting. Rolling in the sheets until the fresh scent of clean linen was replaced with the mixture of sex. Scarlett’s faint scent of roses now entwined with the smell of leather from the belt around her neck, ultimately competing with Leviathan’s savor resembling petrichor, which was nothing short of warm drops of falling rain domin

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ating the air on summer nights. Together, they were a cacophony of submission and dominance. The perfect match. Using the belt around her neck he forced her to lay down on the bed. He brought her arms over her head to stretch her breasts, pinning both wrists into the sheets so they sank into the mattress with his weight.

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Then he met her mouth with anticipation, wanting to taste himself on her. His tongue knew no limits, and unholy motions circled her own with dangerous desires - Leviathan kissed her with genuine attraction until the skin around her mouth was red, making it so she was marked by his less-than-honorable efforts to claim her body as his property. With the belt around her throat, he pulled her towards the end of the bed as if she weighed nothing. Dragging her like a misused toy. These actions caused her body to slide over the black linen making the sheets ripple under her. Leviathan fastened the belt around a metal post at the end of the bed, binding her there so she could not get up. At her ear, his whisper was even worse than when he was speaking. Causing chills to easily run up and down the body of whoever was under him. “...you dream of being mine, let’s see if you’re worth the effort…” After one more fetch to taste the skin along the side of her neck, a toxic kiss only available in the most sinful affairs, he slipped away leaving her in the dark for what seemed like an eternity until the sound of a drawer opening filled the room. When he returned there was a wirey rope in one hand, dangling mercilessly to greet her. This particular piece of rope was white, braided, and woven with fabric that focused on inflicting agony. It was anything but soft. He climbed onto the corner of the bed with another one of those terrible smiles that often convinced people to sell their souls. Dark hair hung around his face while winding the rope in a circle as if playing with it before using it - then he took a meaningful glance in her direction, relishing all he’d done to her. The bite marks, the swelling on her neck from too much pressure against the leather belt, the profane red spreading from her mouth because he’d purposely kissed her too hard. Both of Scarlett’s thighs became parted as his clever hands made their way between them. His fingers stroked her in ways that should

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be illegal, doing this so she was wet the way he wanted. He used his thumb to turn over her clit making it hard and round. From there he circled her sweet spot until a sensation of fire bled within her from the inside out, slowing and even stopping if she got too close to getting off.

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The cruelness of his fingers was meticulous and worth dying for. Now and then his fingers would find their way to his next sadistic adventure. A perfect hole enticed the ends of his fingertips, which seemingly tightened each time he wove his way in and out of her, testing the elasticity of what he was getting ready to claim. All that remained was knowing what she tasted like, and if, as he said, she was worth the effort or not. His mouth replaced those misbehaving fingers to do the dirty work, allowing him to suck and ultimately vex her clit with his tongue in order to guide her climax. There was no surprise when his eyes rolled back into his head from her unique flavor striking his palate. Should her legs squeeze against him, unable to take the excruciating torment of this moment, the inner skin along her thighs would ultimately become irritated and scratched from the coarse stubble along his jaw. The texture there was no friend to the delicate skin of someone like Scarlett. After he’d tasted how sweet she was, he tied the rope around her upper left thigh to balance out her pleasure with a little bit of well-deserved pain. The rope kept her leg in position however he pleased, to remain open for him if he wished, tightening when he wanted, and providing an opportunity for his mouth to wander the parts of her down there that would be stimulated by the grazing of his teeth. He’d work his way along her legs and stomach placing his unkind lips wherever he wanted - and when his mouth finally returned to her clit, the sensitivity of it was amusing. Just a few licks and he knew she’d surrender to an orgasm. Any time she was close he’d twist the rope along her thigh to make it burn. Every time she moaned, signaling she was about to get off or move in a way he displeased, the rope would twist again. Any struggle to be free of the situation was met with the belt against her throat. There was no escape, not even if she begged. “I will not set you free until you prove yo

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urself to me…” he was leaning over her now with his nose barely an inch away from her own. Leviathan could kiss her if he wanted, but instead, he played with the air between them, inhaling her exhales and caressing her jawline with his lips. His hand reached for something over the edge of the bed, placing a bronze box next to her waist so she could not see what was inside. With his hand around one of her wrists he guided her fingers to the opening of the mysterious container. “Reach in. The first thing you touch you will use to pleasure yourself with - and Scarlett, if I am not satisfied by what I see, I promise I will make you regret wanting to be mine…”

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@Vava

"That's it..." Two simple words that most people wouldn't think twice about. But to Scarlett, they were everything. They were praise, approval, permission to continue. It was the precise wording Scarlett needed to feel the intensity of her fear lessen, but only by a fraction. She wasn't so foolish to think that these words meant she was perfect. No, she was not that stupid. She continued to move her head up and down as best as she could while being pinned. Her tongue slid around his cock, tasting the salty and musky flavor of his precum and his skin. It was intoxicating, more so than the finest liquor in the world. Scarlett's heart was pounding rapidly in her breast. The fear of failure that gripped her was pulling her deeper into the pleasure and madness of what he was doing to her. Every pull of her hair, every single shape that moved past her beautiful irises, every predicted movement, only furthered Scarlett's fear of failure. She feared losing all of this experience. She feared failing Leviathan, and never seeing him again. Never being touched by him, never hearing him groan again. Her eyes widened rapidly as he forced the entire length of his cock into her esophagus. Tears immediately ran down those pale cheeks as her jaw ached and her tongue was forced to the bottom of her mouth. She struggled to accept the massive girth of his cock, and she had a sickening feeling her jawbone might snap. But, she pushed on. She didn't recoil, or vomit, or thrash around and demand he release her. Instead, she opened her mouth and continued bobbing her head up and down.

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She would not disappoint him. She refused to let that happen. She did indeed swallow him, and while it was a struggle at first, she did not hide away from the challenge. Leviathan suddenly deemed that he was satisfied with her lips, so he moved from her, and Scarlett took this chance to take a deep breath. The feeling of his seed on her lips made her tongue poke out just a tad to taste his seed. She shivered and reached for him as he pulled her up to claim her in a heated exchange of kisses, bites, and the tangling of their bodies. She was thrown onto the bed again and that leather belt forced her down again. Stretched like the finest canvas across an easel, her body was displayed to him. Each kiss left her dazed and aching for more. She returned each kiss like a starved animal who had tasted food for the first time in weeks. She needed his kisses. He knew this, and she knew he was using it against her. For a small second, Scarlett felt nervous that he might believe she was nothing more than some silly whore who would let any man do this to her. But he would be wrong if he believed that. Suddenly, Leviathan secured her to the bed so that she could not move. She was trapped. A shudder of terror ran through her, especially when he left her in the dark. She trembled, her eyes scanning the dark room to see if she could spot him. She could not. A shaky breath filled the area around her, and she jumped as he opened something, it sounded like a drawer. He returned with a rope in his hands and Scarlett's eyes widened for what felt like the millionth time tonight.

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Her body instinctually tensed, fearful that he would suddenly strike her without mercy. That smile... oh that smile. That smile made Scarlett audibly whimper. Would he use that rope on her? Would rope burns join the bruises and teeth marks that decorated her body like cruel Christmas lights? Leviathan teased her even more, those fingers wandering along her thighs until they met their target, making her cry out. He was just being cruel now. There was no way she would be able to survive like this. But Leviathan's teasing was just getting started. That rope wouldn't strike her, but when he tied her thigh and dipped down to her now open entrance, she felt the sting of the rough fibers of the rope as he pulled her leg. Her skin screamed with pain, but her voice didn't match that pain. It was a sharp moan, one that held pleasure and pain. His mouth was the cruelest part of him in this moment. That devious tongue grazed every single delicious part of her that begged to be touched. Her insides were on fire and she was ready to scream his name at the top of her lungs. However, she knew that Leviathan hadn't deemed her worthy yet. Not quite yet. Her moans were punished, so she held them in. Instead, soft sharp gasps and sighs would force themselves out of her, and she prayed he wouldn't punish her too much for it. Just as she was about to lose it, he stopped. She collapsed onto the bed and released the pillow. She panted, her lungs scrambling to pull air into them and revive her from the lightheaded feeling. He suddenly demanded she reach into a box at her hip, and whatever she pulled out she would pleasure herself with. If she failed to satisfy him, she would regret it. Nodding, Scarlett looked up to the belt that secured her to the bed. "May I... please be released, at least from the belt? Just for now."

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Scarlett was granted this request and Leviathan loosened the belt, allowing her wrists to be freed. "Thank you." She wanted him to know she appreciated his kindness. He could have denied her the request. Now, onto the next task. Slender fingers found the box, and Scarlett decided to let fate decide what she chose. Fate had led her here, to Leviathan, so why would she abandon fate now? She felt the smooth hilt of a vibrator, and she pulled it from the box. It was a slender vibrator with a round tip, and the shaft curved down so that it could be inserted, while the entire thing would vibrate. She switched the item on with the button on the back. A soft vibrating hum filled the room. Without moving her gaze from Leviathan, she placed the vibrator gently atop her clit, letting the tip massage her clit. She gasped, her mouth opening and her hips automatically pushing toward the toy. She was careful not to thrust her hips like a wild animal, but she wouldn't lay there like a limp noodle. The toy massaged and rubbed her clit, only further igniting those flames within her body. Scarlett's hips began to grind against the top, her legs opened and displayed. She was careful not to let the toy enter her. She angled the toy to the side so that it would rest along her thigh. She hadn't earned anything other than him entering her. At least not to her. She pressed the toy harder onto her clit, a louder gasp rewarding her action.

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With each press of the toy, the faster her hips moved. She could feel her release starting to form, but she didn't let herself go. Not yet. With one hand holding the toy, her free hand moved to her left breast, gently kneading the supple flesh, her fingers twirling her nipple. Her moans were becoming more frequent, but she tried to keep them from being loud and hysterical. She moved to her other breast, giving it the same treatment while she rocked her hips forward. Her gaze moved to Leviathan's lips, but she did not beg for a kiss. After a few minutes, Scarlett reached forward, and she took his hand and placed it against her neck. She missed the feeling of something around her neck. She missed him gripping her neck, or the feeling of the belt. The feeling of being contained, of almost being owned by him... she missed that. Her eyes moved from his lips to his eyes, and she asked one question to the man. "May I please cum?" She was shaking as she held her release back. She was not going to release unless she had his permission. But would he give it to her? She didn't know, and that both excited and frightened her. Her chest rose and fell, one hand pressing the toy against her clit, the other holding his hand against her throat. Her legs were shaking. Scarlett did not beg audibly, but her eyes searched his to see if she had pleased the man. @Taking Back Luxday

Asking to remove the belt around her throat was a move not many would have done given Leviathan could easily strangle her instead of offering a release - but there was no denying Scarlett’s request to be free, not when she was pleading in all the right ways. With her eyes. The softness of her voice. Her savory rose-colored heart-shaped lips seemed to be tempting him in the right direction every time he looked at their shape. Upon her request, he removed the leather belt by slipping one end out of the metal buckle until the strap fell free. In his mind, the rope no longer served a purpose, so he snapped it off her thigh with one sharp yank from his hand, purposely doing this to make the skin on her leg nice and red. “Don’t fuck this up…” Those words were said on her lips with a cruel smile, knowing that if she did ruin her opportunity with him it would be something she’d regret for the rest of her life. If only looks could kill, surely the way Leviathan gazed at Scarlett would have made her question if he was real. The demon, who was too attractive for his own good, positioned himself at the end of the bed in such a way that he could watch his red-headed playmate obey his commands. Leaning his tanned shoulders back on the silkened pillowcases, he was far enough away from her yet still able to scrutinize Scarlett’s anticipated performance. The rope, now broken in two and no longer functioning as an asset to assist his endeavors, was tossed to the ground next to his black jeans. Yet the belt remained by his side somewhere in the sheets, draped over his forearm and coiled around his hand to be used again at some point. When Scarlett reached into the box and pulled out one of his mystery objects, a saintly vibrator, he did little to let Scarlett know how he felt about her choice to entertain him. The only indication he was interested in their time together was the sharp hint of cold amusement claiming his other-worldly eyes - her reflection flickered within his expan

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ding pupils, hidden under a row of dark hair touching the brim of his nose. At this exact moment, with someone as intimidating as Leviathan, some would have wished for his approval, an inch of encouragement, or perhaps even a single word to calm their nerves…yet when it came to the Prince of Envy, there was nothing but raw judgment expecting her to make him less angry that time was ticking. Prove it. That’s what his stare said. Prove that you aren’t useless.

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To no one’s surprise, that’s exactly what Scarlett accomplished. The way she writhed and got to know one of his possessions snagged his attention from the moment she put it between her milky thighs. The helplessness dancing across her angelic features made him want her - not as a fuck toy, but as someone who wore his collar around her neck. There was no avoiding the pleasure he experienced while witnessing her cheeks burn as a climax approached, then faded as she held back from going too far. After some time, that diabolical gaze, the one only a demon with connections to lust could conjure would start to admire the rest of her body, such as her breasts wearing his teeth marks or the way her hands worked to help her achieve his commands. Though his favorite detail was the trembling of her legs. It all worked together in her favor - the fact was, Leviathan was not bored by Scarlett. He was enamored, and this would be a first for someone like him, a demon who could have anyone he wanted. Leviathan was the puppeteer of her soul, and Scarlett didn’t seem to mind. The fact was the red-headed beauty had done the impossible and Leviathan was becoming obsessed with her ability to please him, and doing it in a way that made him not only respect her, but want her. A telling sign she’d done a good job was that he was still hard by the time she was nearly done with the toy. He returned to her at the opposite end of the bed with both knees sinking into the mattress, towering himself in front of her. Leviathan was the embodiment of sex, with muscles running down his back, shoulders, and arms, leaning over her while she played with herself. The demon stared down at Scarlett the way one does when the attraction between two people intensifies without warning due to correct actions unknowingly taken. Her lips were calling to him again. To taste them and feel them against his own. Somehow, hovering near her and inhaling her breaths while she hiked towards a climax was just as exotic

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to him as actually sampling her salvia on his tongue. Not touching her curves required restraint, and Leviathan enjoyed the restriction, though the same expected self-control at that moment must have done something to Scarlett - it amused him when she reached out for his hand so he could once again grab her by the throat. She had failed to keep her hands to herself, and the idea to beat her for touching him without asking washed over his thoughts the way a wave comes and goes with the sea, yet the urge to physically make her suffer disappeared with the tide of his emotions. “Already missing what’s not yours…” There was a slight showing of his teeth as he smiled something devilish down at her, with dark hair hanging over his face. With his hand on her throat, the chemistry between them was palpable - a collar with his name on it was meant to be on her neck, and they both knew it. Perhaps that’s why she asked if she could cum and Leviathan nearly laughed, bringing his lips close to hers as he clenched his unruly fingers around her neck, “You have to be fucking kidding me…”

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Now his hand gripped her throat as if her neck and his palm were made for each other, pulling her to him for that kiss his unholy desires seemed to be demanding. He tasted her and the excitement of her building orgasm on his tongue, wrapping his other arm around her lower back to press her body against his, to feel the vibration of the simple toy - which was now in the way, had run out of batteries, and was taken from Scarlett to be tossed off the side of the bed. Inside the box was another one of Leviathan’s favorite items, a vibrator attached to a harness. It was easy for him to handle Scarlett to get her into the leather strapping that wrapped around her thighs and lower buttocks, with a metal vibrator flushed mercilessly against her clit. There was a fun little remote that controlled the intensity of the vibrator. He clicked one of the buttons and the purring sound of the toy hummed in the darkness of his chambers. As it led Scarlett towards her climax, he brought the belt around her neck, turned her around, and pressed her head into the sheets so her rear was in the air. His hands wandered her body finding their way to her outer thighs where he gripped the flesh there, bringing his face to her lower back, and placed a fresh bite on the skin just above her rear. That juicy, round, unbelievable piece of ass made him blind - and if he had anything to say about it, would be going nowhere. The belt circled around her throat was pulled between her legs so her face was forced to remain pinned against the bed and on her knees. Leviathan was no saint, and their first time together wasn’t going to be done in missionary. He wanted to enter her and make sure all of him went inside. Make sure that when he dived in the head of his cock hit her sweet patch enough times that her G spot would forget what letter of the alphabet it claimed and come out thinking it was O because that would be the only thing Scarlett could scream once he got his way. Since she was properly wet

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from what he’d done to her and with the new accessory working its magic, he brought the head of his shaft to her entrance and rubbed himself at her opening. All it took was a little push and everything he wanted fell into place. There was little to no resistance, and the first dip was unforgettable. The kind that brought on a landslide of ideas, such as placing a collar on her neck the moment they were out of bed. She would be his plaything. His entertainment. A way to pass the days without regret. He pounded her again, and this time his eyes rolled back into his head. Then his hand reached for the red hair splayed around her shoulders and grabbed a fistful, but since she couldn’t bring her head towards him or off the sheets because of the belt on her throat, he hunched over her, making his cock enter from a new position. It was instinct to have his body on top of hers, dominating each thrust - and what was slow at first, filled with a delicacy to experience every sensation, started to pick up pace. Every time he pounded himself against Scarlett a new rise of anger grew within him.

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“You will not cum unless I say so,” those words were at her ear whispering in a way that was mixed with what could only be described as a delicious command, “And if you do, you will know the meaning of pain...” During his time with her, Leviathan would stop the vibrator, pause it, and then start it again to build upon her orgasm. It was fun to watch her squirm with anticipation. Fun to wrap his fingers in the leather straps circling her thighs and grab her, fill his hands with her curves, and pull her against him to go deeper. They were both close now and he wanted to see the look on her face when she finally couldn’t take it anymore. Causing him to pull out and lay down on the bed, resting once again on the pillows to prop himself up. Then he guided her with the belt to sit on his cock, to ride him and make it so he could gaze at her and those flushed red cheeks. The sweat, the fear, he wanted to see all of it. He let go of the belt so the strap dangled down the center of her chest and then used his hands to grab her outer thighs, picking her up so she could straddle him, and positioned her over his cock. The sound of a button clicked and the vibrator turned on again. His eyes were on hers, and a look of something that should have been sin, but was turning into something more, was caught between them… “You have my permission to cum. Make me believe you’re mine, and maybe I’ll buy you a coffee instead of dropping you off at the club where you belong…” Leviathan had laid eyes on many people during moments like this, but never once found himself captivated by the way he was with Scarlett. To him, she was a dream, a balance, a perfect half to his land of nightmares - he fully expected her to live up to his expectations and not disappoint him. Like a fireworks show, he knew their finale would be unforgettable. The only problem was Leviathan...everything about him was threatening. His looks, his voice, the way he fucked. Everything about him was undeniably irresistibl

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e like the dripping of finger-lickin’ honey sliding down the side of a pot, which could be nerve-wracking to anyone in Scarlett’s position - but with the way he looked at her…like he wanted her…they both knew she stood a worthy chance at enjoying this next part rather than dreading it.

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@Vava

Tanned fingers circled around her pale neck once more, and Scarlett’s entire body grew even warmer than before. It felt as if she was standing on the beach of a large ocean and the sun was beaming down on her whole being. She was melting, and that was fine by her. If Leviathan was the sun, she would gladly melt under him. So far, that is what she felt was occurring. He teased her, and even though her body wanted to speak, she didn’t wish to anger him. She had already spoken without permission, and he hadn’t punished her for it. She didn’t want to risk losing these sweet rewards. He cursed at her, and then he pulled her up to him, those sinfully delicious lips pressing against her own. The heat was near boiling now, but Scarlett didn’t stop or pull away. Instead, she pushed closer. She arched her back into his chest, her breasts pressing against that firm and broad trophy of sex and muscle. His kiss was commanding, and Scarlett chose to obey without hesitation. She barely registered the clattering of the vibrator as it was cast aside, the item hitting the floor and rolling away rejected. Scarlett’s eyes moved down to her hips as Leviathan latched a new toy onto her; a harness with a vibrator attached to it. She swallowed hard, anticipation and fear shaking her core. She was already close, though it had tapered off a bit since he hadn’t given her permission when she initially asked. However, she feared that new vibrations would only push her towards her release faster, and she would fail. Failing Leviathan appeared to be a death sentence in a way, and Scarlett had no desire to perish. She wanted to prove herself. She wanted to live and she wanted to succeed.

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A sharp gasp filled the room and mingled with the humming purrs of the vibrator. Scarlett’s hips wanted to push forward but she held herself back. Leviathan had not told her to move, so she stayed still, but if anyone asked, this may have been the hardest task yet. She let out soft moans, her voice gentle, quiet, eager to please and yet she remained obedient without being obnoxious. The familiar feel of the leather belt returned to her neck and Scarlett didn’t dislike it. She was turned and pushed into the mattress. She only adjusted her head’s position so that she could breathe just enough to not pass out. Her skin was hot to his touch and the feeling of his hands, ones that resembled that same heat, only made Scarlett moan. The vibrator was mercilessly attacking her clit, and her moans got louder, though she tried her hardest to keep them from being too loud. Not yet. Not yet. Something told her that there was more pleasure that he would want to hear her for. She suddenly cried out as he bit down on her lower back. The sting was delightful, and Scarlett was no longer shocked by this. She was enjoying his bites, his kisses, the way he struck her with the belt and the ropes, all of the pain he inflicted wasn’t to hurt her, at least not just for the sole purpose of pain and agony. Scarlett imagined that if she was screaming and sobbing, this would not be fun. Scarlett did not move. She stayed still as she felt him line himself up behind her. The belt kept her head pinned. All she could see was the bed and the darkness around her. The purple glow of the room cast a seductive ambiance. Her mind was filled with nothing but Leviathan right now. Pleasing him, experiencing his pain and pleasure, obeying him. The vibrator was creating a beautiful haze, but nothing could push Leviathan from her mind.

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Finally, the moment they both had been anticipating had arrived. Scarlett felt him enter her. His cock pushed fully inside of her, and Scarlett could not hold back the pure moan of ecstasy that came from her. Her own eyes rolled back. She could feel every inch as he plunged into her entrance. His thrusts were not gentle. They were rough, powerful, and dominating. He was claiming her pussy. He was claiming her. Another pound from him earned another moan. A symphony of moans and the slapping of skin against skin began to play and fill Scarlett’s ears, and soon, her mind. She couldn’t see him with the way her head was positioned, so she imagined how he looked, and God, he was the most beautiful man alive. Scarlett was moaning louder now, her moans constant. She couldn’t help it, and she could only pray that Leviathan didn’t punish her for being vocal. It was hard not to be vocal when every inch of her body was experiencing the most intense form of pleasure she had ever felt. Her clit was being mercilessly teased by the vibrator, and this mixed with the rough thrusts from the demon behind her. A thin layer of sweat formed on her body. The heat that was spread throughout her body had now intensified to levels that rivaled lava. Each thrust was like a fire was being stoked within her. His thrusts made her body rock back and forth and her plump backside bounce. The sound of their bodies dancing in this sexual embrace, Scarlett’s moans and cries became the music that filled the room. She struggled to hold her release back. If pleasure was an ocean, she was barely treading water right now. However, the simple command that was whispered within her ear became her life preserver. “Yes,” She understood. She would obey. She would not fail him. Her eyes fluttered as he drove himself deeply once more. Her body was almost molded to him now. Her eyes now squeezed shut as she savored the pleasure that coursed through her, that washed over her, that threatened to pull her under an

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d cause her to fail. It dared her. It teased her. Fall, fail, lose… But one thing kept her afloat. The idea that if she succeeded, she would make Leviathan proud.

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As he took her, she held on, her moans the only sign that she might fail. Her body and mind were completely enthralled with Leviathan, with the thrusts that pushed her deeper into the mattress. Just as she was about to beg him to let her reach her end, he allowed her a single mercy; he pulled out. Scarlett used this moment to catch her breath, her chest rising and falling as she filled her lungs with air. She moved with him as he placed her onto his lap. The belt was no longer keeping her still, but it still kept a firm hold on her throat. His words were her saving grace. She had permission now. Their eyes fully met, and Scarlett’s heart crashed against her ribcage. Leviathan could see everything that Scarlett had to offer. She hesitantly reached up and cupped his left cheek with her left hand. Her right went to hold onto his shoulder. Her thumb rested just by his mouth, but she did not dare touch his lips. Slowly, she lowered herself down. She let out a shaky moan, one that told him that she was about to drown. She would not last long, but something told her that it was alright. She kept her gaze on him. A voice deep within her mind told her to look at him as she came. She started to raise her hips, and then she lowered them back down. The vibrator made her legs tremble. She was dripping wet, her release so close. It only took a single minute of her bouncing up and down on him before she felt it.

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Scarlett’s eyes still met his as she suddenly cried one word, “Leviathan!” She screamed with pleasure now, her hips rocking wildly, clearly inexperienced but desperate. She was drowning. She had slipped under the waves of pleasure, and she was drowning. Her insides spasmed and her feminine essence splashed down her thighs and onto his bed and legs. She unraveled for him, her hands holding onto his shoulders to try to stay upright. Her nails dug into his back, her own little form of inflicting pain, though she hadn’t meant to. She was completely taken by the ecstasy of Leviathan. She had officially drowned, and she loved it. Her screams quieted down and her body slowly ceased its shaking and rocking. Her nails moved from his back, and then, she shuddered with the aftermath of her release. She panted hard, that thin layer of sweat still prominent. Her hair was tousled and fluffed. Freshly fucked hair was such a beautiful sight. She looked at Leviathan, and then, she said as steadily as she could, “I…am yours.” @Taking Back Luxday