Into the deep we go: Falling for you is so wrong

Don't ToyWith Me Darling

Ambrose's pulse raced as he drove to Celene's house. Though she wasn't his lover, her unique talents were exactly what he needed that evening. Lilith's presence had been a relentless torment, pushing him to the brink of madness with every teasing whisper and provocative glance. Recalling her taunts and seductive incitement, he felt the tension within him coil tighter.

Her words, dripping with malice, echoed in his mind alongside memories of her crude remarks and profane language that could make even the most debauched blush in shame.

Celene was a twisted sanctuary in these moments of turmoil, a skilled professional mistress who precisely knew what he craved and would unleash the darker desires that simmered beneath his controlled exterior. While he usually sought submission with Celene, there were occasions when the need to dominate surged through him like a primal force demanding release.

And on those nights when his darkness threatened to consume him, he would crawl back to her. Only when he felt that darkness creep up, rearing its head and snapping its teeth, then he let it out.

So that is what he did.

Arriving at her home, he followed her into the dimly lit "workroom" where the air was heavy with anticipation. Without hesitation, he delved into the carefully orchestrated scene. Every ounce of tension that had coiled within him found release in a myriad of ways. He expertly blindfolded her, skillfully securing her to intricate contraptions and restraints that adorned the room.

With meticulous precision, he selected from an array of tools laid out before him, each serving a specific purpose in his quest to either punish, dominate, or indulge in elaborate role-playing scenarios.

For hours on end, he artfully bound her in ever-changing positions, teasing her with the sweet torment of almost reaching climax only to pull back at the last moment. He observed as she surrendered herself to the ebb and flow of subspace, drifting between reality and euphoria under his skilled hands.

It was the role-playing that ignited a fervor within him. Encouraging her to unleash her inner brat, he relished in asserting his dominance over her spirited defiance. The absence of traditional intercourse mattered not; his gratification stemmed from repeatedly pushing her boundaries and reveling in the delicious tension held him in its grip with each act of disobedience.

In those charged moments, he found himself consumed by visions of Lilith's provocative demeanor, her clear disobedience, her sardonic tone, and her relentless teasing fueling his desires further.

The roar of the engine reverberated through his body. He knew he could rely on it to carry him through until he required her assistance once more, especially as his unwelcome house guest continued to push the boundaries of his sanity, threatening to unravel him completely.

At this moment, he sensed the shadows within him obeying his command once more, coiling tightly under his command, allowing him to at least have control again.

Ascending the winding road that snaked through the dense forest towards his secluded manor, he cranked up the volume on his playlist, vocalising the lyrics with a peaceful sense washing over him.

Abruptly, his joyful serenade came to an end as his eyes locked onto an unfamiliar vehicle parked in front of his house. Panic gripped him momentarily before reason set in, recalling the sleek black car Jack had driven, he allowed his heart to calm a bit.

Instead of that dark luxury sedan, a sleek pearl-colored two-seater caught his eye. With a furrowed brow, he quickly parked and hastened inside. The unlocked door only added to the growing pit in his stomach. Pausing at the threshold, he was enveloped by sensuous music carrying romantic and enticing lyrics.

Stepping cautiously into the front hall, each footfall a deliberate act of stealth, his presence masked in the silence that enveloped him. Anger simmered beneath his controlled mask as he surveyed the chaotic scene in the kitchen - his prized bourbon bottles strewn haphazardly across the counter amidst a clutter of shot glasses and remnants of melted chocolate. The sight fueled his growing frustration. Lilith's disregard for his possessions was evident in the reckless consumption of his cherished alcohol.

Advancing into the living room, a sharp intake of breath betrayed his inner turmoil as a wave of seething rage washed over him. The space was smeared in disorganisation, with an assortment of clothing items, carelessly tossed about on the floor, draped over furniture, and even adorning the television screen. It wasn't just Lilith's garments that littered the room, a male presence was unmistakable amidst the chaos.

A surge of crimson fury clouded his vision, his hands clenching and unclenching at his sides as he struggled to contain the overwhelming rage building within him. And then, cutting through the tense silence, faint sounds of laughter and intimate whispers drifted from somewhere in the direction of the pool, igniting a firestorm of emotions within him.

He advanced with a controlled intensity, the cacophony around him fading into a distant hum with each purposeful step. Every movement exuded a silent threat. As he drew closer, a simmering blend of rage and fury pulsed through him, threatening to erupt at any moment. The sight that greeted him was enough to burn him to the core.

There she stood, Lilith, ensnared by the grasp of an unfamiliar figure with ebony locks, his lips grazing her ample breast. She straddled him and seemed to enjoy everything a bit too much. He suppressed the growl clawing its way up his throat as she met his gaze without a trace of astonishment. Instead, a sly grin played on her lips before she arched her neck back, savoring the moment with closed eyes, her hips swaying in perfect harmony with her companion on the poolside steps.

Veils of steam enveloped her form like ethereal tendrils as she synchronized her movements with the mysterious man's. Locking eyes with Ambrose once more, she molded herself against him, deepening their connection and in turn as if challenging Ambrose through the fiery depths of her stare.

She bit down on her lip, a mischievous glint danced in her eyes, a secret curling the corners of her lips. Her mouth slowly parted as a wave of pleasure consumed her, causing her to tremble in ecstasy. The man instinctively drew her closer, their bodies quivering in unison. Leaning in close, she whispered something into his ear, a mischievous glint in her eyes before they both erupted into laughter.

As Ambrose swung open the door and stepped out into the chilly night air, his fury radiated off him like heat from an inferno. Unfazed by the cold, he held firm.

Standing up in swift movements, the man reached for a towel, acknowledging Ambrose with a nod before heading towards the living room. There, he dressed rapidly and departed without looking back.

Ambrose and Lilith engaged in a silent battle of wills, locked in an intense gaze. She stood boldly before him, water cascading down her naked form. Every inch of her skin bore marks—his marks—a testament to their stormy encounter. She had allowed him to mark her thoroughly as he pleased and she, granting him permission to do so, leaving behind a trail of undeniable evidence of what they had engaged in.

Silence enveloped them, the only sound the fading rumble of the man's departing car. Ambrose's voice trembled with restrained fury as he struggled to rein in his temper.

"Yes," she purred, her voice smooth as silk, a dangerous thorny tone.

"You f*****g wrecked this place," he seethed with rage.

Her response was chillingly calm, a hint of amusement playing in her glazed gaze.

"I did far more than that."

"How could you bring a stranger into my house, defile it for your own pleasure?" His words dripped with anger and something he couldn't quite place.

A sneer twisted her lips. "I was bored, and since you were off satisfying yourself elsewhere, why shouldn't I indulge as well?"

His frustration boiled over. "You inconsiderete little brat, you have no regard for anyone but yourself! The mess... the smell... it's unbearable." As she emerged from the water, their faces mere inches apart, the tension crackled between them with a mix of anger and an undeniable undercurrent of defiance.

"Awww Ambrose" she purred, "jealousy looks absolutely divine on you", he choked at his own words when she said that, her body heat spilling into him.

"I'm not f*****g jealous, I'm angry", Her laughter cut through the tension like a sharp blade, leaving him staring at her in disbelief, his eyes wide with incredulity at her audacious boldness.

"Yeah, I'm quite sure", she drawled, her response laced with sarcasm, each word imbued with a dismissive tone. Without a second glance at him, she breezed past and snatched a towel before disappearing inside. Ambrose stood frozen in place, his throat tight as he swallowed hard, feeling the tension he had just released come rushing back with even greater force.

Ambrose's hurried footsteps reverberated down the deserted hallway, each echo a reminder of his racing heart. Just as he closed in on her, he witnessed her drunkenly attempt to pull her garments back on, the scandalously sleek black cocktail dress clinging provocatively around her body.

Throwing her hair, still damp from the pool, over her shoulder, she bent down to retrieve her shoes. As she straightened up to walk past him once more, she paused, catching a glimpse of the expression on his face. A mischievous smirk played on her lips, mirroring the tumultuous storm of emotions that flickered across his features. The urge to scream and unleash a torrent of pent-up feelings surged within him, but he remained frozen in silence as their unspoken tension hummed in the air.

The words slithered out of her mouth like poisoned honey, each syllable dripping with venom. "D'you have fun," she sneered, the air around her charged with malice as she delivered the verbal blow.

"What are talking about" An icy chill crept through his veins, as he realized that she had orchestrated it all in a calculated act of twisted retaliation.

"Tsk tsk, Ambrose," she chided, her voice full of disdain. "Lying is so wickedly wrong. Unlike you, I don't cloak my actions in deceit" her smirk deepened.

In that moment, her presence seemed to shift, as if she were a creature from another realm, one could almost envision elongated canines protruding from her lips, embodying the predatory aura with which she regarded him.

An apex-predator...

He remained silent, safe for a deep growl rumbling from his chest, a mix of frustration and agitation evident in his tense posture as she playfully nipped at his earlobe, her damp skin pressing against his.

In a voice barely audible, she whispered into his ear, "I can smell every nasty little thing you did tonight. It smells of a dim chamber filled with tight ropes, of leather, and an overwhelming stench of depraved pleasure."

Her accuracy caught him off guard, sending a jolt of unease through him.

Their breaths came in quick, shallow bursts, and as she raised her gaze to meet his, their eyes locked in a tense standoff. A mere whisper of space lingered between their mouths, littered with the clash of their conflicting emotions. His gaze drifted over her body before he spoke, his voice dropping to a harsh growl, "You're one to talk,you seem quite fond of his slobbering affection, what over-eager sloppy s*x it must've been." His laughter had a dark beautiful edge to it, unaware that his controlled mask had crumbled away completely, revealing the raw possessive jealousy festering within him.

She remained stoic, her expression unreadable as his words pierced the air. "Sloppy, perhaps, but it was so, over and over and over, repeating endlessly, an onslaught of sloppiness," she crooned, relishing the way shadows danced in his troubled thoughts.

"That's juvenile, anyone worthy, would have taken their time, first caressing every inch, savoring, tasting." Her breath hitched as his words were rimmed with a sinister mystique. The air was thick with strain as his voice slithered through her, the way it was like a shadowy whisper that afternoon as he was on that call.

His hand trailed along her hip, tracing the curve of her body with a carnivorous precision that sent a tremble to caress her spine. A cardinal hunger stirred within her at the ghostly caress of his hand, awakening a dark craving she scrambled to suppress.

His gaze bore into her, like he would tear her apart, not from malice or with the threat of violence but a promise of raw desire, making everything around them blur as if time itself had slowed. The alcohol surged through her veins, heightening her senses to a dizzying extent, amplifying the allure of the forbidden.

She longed for his touch, imagining the heat of his skin pressed against hers tight, craving for him to whisper in her ear just exactly how he'd tear her to shreds. She took a step back, not sure of how to end this before it crossed that line between them completely, but he advanced with greedy haste, closing the distance between them in a heartbeat. They were teetering on the edge of something irresistible and perilous.

He wanted nothing more than to grab her by the hair and press his lips to hers, sliding his tongue around every crevice, he wanted to let go of all the reservations and feel her body all over him, she looked lovely, so right... so right for the taking.

He had no thoughts other than what was currently transpiring between them, long moments of uninterrupted silence, their eyes speaking a language that eluded sound. His hand rested on her hip, they felt warm under his cold skin, his fingers instinctively curled and pressed into her, which was knocking all sense of sanity from his head.

Closing the distance even further, Ambrose locked eyes with her, memories of what had transpired with her companion flickering in his mind. "If I come across that pitiful imitation of myself, I'll ensure he lives to regret ever coming near you," he purred a confident, sultry threat. Lilith quivered at his words, a fiery glint shredding through her intoxicated gaze.

"If you touch him, I'll rip out your throat with my teeth", he growled at her fierceness, but laughed, a dark beautiful thing.

"I'd like to see you try" he challenged.

"Don't test my patience, I have no time for territorial bullshit" Her words were harsh, but he only kept that devilish smirk etched onto his features.

"Right, like you don't tempt fate every time you test mine?" He felt an internal pleasure at returning exactly what she had been dealing out with reckless abandon these past weeks, pushing him to the brink, destroying his grip on himself over and over again.

"Ugh please, you play the innocent, but I know the things going on inside that head, you are far from blameless" She spoke true, however, he was not about to allow her to once again win this battle.

"You do, do you?" she nodded, a sick satisfaction washing over her, his smile grew lupine and before she could blink he had hauled her over his shoulder.

"Put me down you brute!" she yelled, and thrashed, he walked calmly over to the couch.

"No" he growled back.

"I'm going to kill you" she spat.

"You are in no position to make threats darling" he drawled, his voice full of mischief.

"What are you doing?" her voice trembling as she saw what he planned, he had fished two pieces of rope from gods knows where he tied her hands together and then her feet, then he sat down on the couch and dragged her across his lap.

"Until you apologize for your rudeness, your lack of consideration, and the mess you made in my house, this is how you will remain," she seethed with fury.

"No! I refuse to apologize to you for anything, do what you want" she retorted sharply, her words biting and cleaving through his ears.

He smirked and gently lifted her chin with his hand, guiding her gaze to meet his.

"Anything?" he had practically dragged those words from the depths of hell.

"Whatever, f**k you, I'm not apologizing" she spat.

"Well then baby girl, you're in for a bit of behavior reconstruction" Something tingled inside her core when he called her that, but she trained her features to stay the same, rage, pure undiluted fury.

A small gasp escaped her as he pulled her dress up, all the way to her waist, exposing her backside to him. He made small groans as he pulled his hand across her bare skin, she cursed herself for opting out of underwear.

"You've been such a bad girl, you don't listen, you make me go crazy, and you're despicably rude..." His tongue darted out to moisten his lips as she arched her back slightly, a subtle defiance in the lift of her hips as if to say. Do your worst you asshole, I'm not caving.

He just smiled in anticipation, that darkness had full control over him, "You can stop it anytime, you know the words" she only snorted in response.

Ambrose's circling touch on her firm, round backside, was gentle yet purposeful, a prelude to the impending action. With a resounding smack, his hand met her skin, causing Lilith to startle at both the sound and sensation.

Despite this, she held back a gasp by biting down on her lip, relishing the sharp sting that lingered. Observing her reaction, a deep-rooted urge surged within Ambrose, compelling him to repeat the action relentlessly until even his own hand began to tingle from the impact.

Lilith remained steadfast, refusing to balk or retreat, only a slight tremor betraying her arousal. Rather than evoking worry, her response ignited an insatiable crave in Ambrose's as he saw what now beckoned him.

She glistened with pleasure between her legs, a sight that made Ambrose's hands quiver slightly, the desire to taste her lingered on his lips. He could not contain the beast that raged inside of him. So he found his fingers traveling to that glorious spot of moisture, gleaming like a river of the sweetest nectar.

His touch danced along her skin, igniting a trail of shivers down her spine. With a gasp, she arched into his teasing fingers, a soft whimper escaping her lips as he delved deeper.

A guttural growl rumbled from his chest at the wet evidence of her thirst.

Bringing his fingers to his lips, he savored her taste with closed eyes, a look of pure ecstasy crossing his face. As if awoken by a newfound energy, he replaced his fingers with his tongue, and she moaned and writhed against him in blissful abandon.

Laying her on her stomach, he gripped her hips possessively from behind, consuming her with fervor. Each tremor that rippled through her only fueled his insatiable appetite for her intoxicating essence. Despite her repeated cries of completion, he continued to explore every part of her with unyielding passion.

Turning her over, the heat of their connection seared through them. Her voice was lost in the symphony of their joined intoxication as she convulsed beneath him.

He now hovered above her with a satisfied smile, then he released the restraints that bound her, setting free the fire that blazed between them. When she reached for his pants instinctively, he gripped her wrists gently but firmly, holding her captive to the overwhelming waves of pleasure crashing over them both. Wild-eyed and breathless, she surrendered to the rapture that consumed her in its fiery embrace.

He dipped close to her face his lips brushing her sweat-soaked neck, and he bit down hard, she shuddered under the pain, pain so sweet and heavenly, sending cosmic flashes to cloud her vision.

Ambrose's bite was a stark contrast to Cameron's; he didn't rush it. Instead, he savored the moment, gradually sinking his teeth deeper into her flesh. She could almost feel two distinct points puncturing her skin, releasing a trickle of blood. A strange sensation stirred within her, causing the world to blur around her.

As Ambrose finally withdrew, it felt as though a sudden gust of wind had struck them both. Goosebumps peppered his skin, mirroring the wild intensity in his eyes that matched her own. It was as if a frigid breeze had swept through them, shattering their reality into countless fragments.

"f**k!" he became undone as he tasted her on his tongue, this time in such a different way, he brimmed with desire, as if her blood was laced with some kind of drug, all his senses became heightened, hyper-aware of every minuscule detail.

She attempted to move, her own body seemed just as alive as his was now, the blood in his veins pumped with such fury that he could barely keep his plan on track.

But he eventually gathered himself enough to brush his lips against her earlobe, whispering tauntingly like she had done to him on so many occasions.

"I love to watch you squirm" She closed her eyes, anticipating more, but then he left, she was still shaking, a smile of satisfaction plastered on his lips as he heard her curse violently at him.

Despite the strange sensation that had enveloped him during their sadistic play, he found satisfaction in overpowering her for once, leaving her a disheveled mess of perspiration and incoherent murmurs. However, after tasting victory over her, something inexplicable changed within him. It felt as though a dormant reservoir had been unsealed, and the restraint that held him back had shattered completely.

He crawled into bed, sure of himself and his abilities that he knew Lilith would be quite indisposed for a good while, he smiled at that and shut his eyes, drifting off, content and very satisfied.

In his slumber, he ventured into an unfamiliar realm where she reigned as a deity and he, not beneath her, but by her side. He willingly surrendered to her extraordinary yet terrifying abilities, watching as she tore the world asunder.