Her Eyes Are Blown Wide At What He's Asking Of Her, Pausing In Disbelief As Though The Words He Utters

she should feel far too exposed under the table like that, but instead all she feels is power. she knows that not a damn one of them could touch her while she was like this, couldn't make a move on her now that it was clear that she and elijah were the most dangerous people in this room. she sucks happily on his cock as she listens to the mens pleas for mercy, their agreement to his terms in return for it. she smirks around him, releasing his cock from her mouth as she climbs up his body, hands on his shoulder as she lines up his cock and sinks down on it with a quiet moan. "can't we just kill them, baby? it's so much more fun." she rocks her hips against his, looking over her shoulder to smirk at the rest of them.

elijah just let out a pleased hum as she slowly bobbed her head, winding his fingers into her dark locks as his gaze remained cold and impartial as he glanced at the other men around the table. as boring as business was, he couldn't deny the fact he was getting off on showing off how one of their most prized members was now so willing to get on her knees for him. it made listening to their pathetic offer of reconciliation slightly more bearable. "i hope you didn't think you could buy my forgiveness with money. to be frank i already have more than you could ever dream of offering me." elijah stated. "what i will accept is territory, your east side is blocking what would be a direct path for my suppliers to transport through. give me that, and i'll stop the counter attacks."

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𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐑 . . . m / f / nb , neighbours spouse, sibling in law, step-son/brother, just anyone she shouldn't be sleeping with. inspo in source.

lorna gasps as she’s bent over the counter, legs spread apart and panties pulled down her thighs. she knows full well that she deserved it after how she’s been acting all evening, brushing against them when she passed in the hallways, fingers trailing over their ass, holding their gaze in every conversation. “aren’t you worried about someone walking in?” she murmurs, leaning back to clutch the back of their head and tug them into a kiss.

"and i think you're scared." she counters, unwelcome hurt trickling through her at his reaction. "is it really so bad that i kissed you?"

" i think you're confused. " he was far from the perfect guy you should get feelings involved with. " that's what i think. "

they were more solid than they'd ever been, her trust in him utterly unwavering. their love was just as strongly, with her belonging to him just as he belonged to her. she rolls her eyes, though she knows damn well he's right. "yes, and you're very much using those tools to your advantage, santino." she teases him, using his full first name just as he used hers. her smile is mischievous though, her nose barely brushing his own as she smiles. she sighs, fingers pressing gently against his chest at the knowledge that he was right. she spends a moment deliberating, weighing up the pros and cons of just leaving with him now. "you know how wet being jealous makes me." she quips, kissing him back before shrugging her shoulders. "fuck it, i'd rather be at home with you, honey. i already gave my speech, i just have to talk to a couple more people and then we can go. call a car, okay?" she kisses him once more, already moving away so they can leave sooner.

Considering the strength of their relationship Ross knew he wasn't the one she worried about in this situation. If he were being honest he more worried for the woman's well being considering how ruthless his wife could be when it came to him. This charm to get him to change his mind was nothing new. There were many things Isabelle could get him to change his mind on, this was not one of them. "That's because our therapist gave us good tools to use when we need to establish boundaries Isabelle." He pressed their foreheads together as he smile sweetly. "Not with you wearing this gown tonight my love, I'm sorry. You're just going to have to stay a wet mess until we get home. Where I can take it off you properly and not risk hurting ourselves or objects in the process of capitalizing on this very sexy behavior." He lightly kissed her lips before pulling back. "I am very flattered though you want me so badly. Promise I'm not going to be selfish at all when we get home."

sorry i have been so dead this week y'all, i've been so exhausted ??? and i sadly have a busy weekend which is super gross. i am gonna try and do some replies tonight though before bed and then hit up my ims over the weekend.

it's ridiculous how happy it makes her just simply to hear him agree to buying her food, already perked up and far happier to be in his presence. "oh, food and vulnerability go hand in hand. no one can tell me otherwise." she shrugs, following him towards the door as she shoves her hands into her pockets to brace the cold. chuckling, she turns her head to look up at him, all too amused. "you trying to get me to beg you already? buy me dinner first." she flirts shamelessly, tone entirely teasing.

malik exhales, the tension in his shoulders easing just a little at the shift in her tone—less edge, more familiar ground. teasing, yeah, but not biting. that he can handle. "yeah, alright," he says, the corner of his mouth twitching upward like he's trying not to grin but failing anyway. "guess that's a fair trade for emotional vulnerability." he turns, already heading toward the door with a casual toss of, “but i'm not sharing my fries. don't get any ideas.” a pause, then over his shoulder—half grin, half dare—"unless you say 'please.'”

she knows damn well that she shouldn't be doing this with hunter, but she's never really been one to follow rules. she had married for lust over love and when her husband stopped pleasing her the way she liked, her son had well and truly stepped up to the plate. it sends a thrill through her to know that they could get caught at any moment in such a compromising position. her lips locked on his, her ass bare and stinging from the way he'd spanked her for being such a tease. moaning into his mouth, she grinds her wet pussy against his cock, slicking it up as she grips his hair. "why yes i do considering it got me exactly what i wanted. all today while preparing for this party all i've been able to think of is having that cock inside me." she reaches for the top of her dress, sliding the straps down her shoulders and pushing it down until her breasts are bare for him. "please fill me up, hunter. i need it."

Hunter has had enough of her actions lately and right now all he wanted was to teach her the lesson she deserved. Especially after the way she had acted all evening around him. The constant eye contact with him , the brushing against him every time he passed through hallways and not to mention her touching his ass. This entire time he hadn't been able to get his hands on her because she was hosting this party and there were a lot of people around. It was nothing but torture for hunter to have ensure this the entire time. Finally when he saw an opportunity he took her into a private room so he could have his way with her. Her ass was already red from the spanks he had given her as he had her in exactly the position he wanted. His cock was pressed against her from behind while he kissed her back hungrily. By all means they shouldn't be doing this considering the fact that she was his step mom and they both would be in a lot of trouble if they were ever caught but he simply didn't care for it. "I don't care. Right now all I care about is teaching you the lesson. You think you are so clever don't you. Constantly teasing me and driving me crazy for you in front of everyone. " He said to her.

it had never been the plan to turn on her gang. it hadn't been the plan to fall in love with her target either, but she hadn't expected him to treat her as he has, or have a touch that left her longing for him whenever he wasn't around. it's why she had turned on them, betrayed all of them to join his ranks instead, assassin and lover. it's why she gets off on this, kneeling naked under the table with his cock in her mouth. she smirks around him, revelling in every touch of his hand in her hair. arabella gazes up at him, fingers gentle against his thighs as she bobs her head slowly, unable to help herself when it came to teasing him.

open to: f/m/nb (subs only, age gaps welcome)

muse: elijah seo, 39 year old crime boss

plot: elijah is a powerful man in the criminal underworld, after making a lover out of a member of a rival gang, he proudly displays them in a meeting with their old gang members.

possible connections: lover, affair partner

"i see, so you tried to kill me, and are now begging for my forgiveness because you couldn't handle the repercussions?" elijah questioned, his gazed flickering over the faces of the other men around the table as his hand absentmindedly carded through his lover's hair under the table. it was no secret what was going on, the table was made of glass after all, and his partners naked body kneeling between his legs on the floor was meant to be a statement. something that had once belonged to them, now willingly belonged to him. was sitting so obediently for him, keeping him in their mouth as he listened to the members of their old gang grovel for his forgiveness.