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When Marinette had agreed to pose for Damian so he could do some quick figure sketches, she could never have anticipated this.
It all started fairly simply. While Marinette had been to Wayne Manor before, she was more used to Damian’s apartment that he shared with John and another friend at Gotham University, where most of his time was spent during the college semester. However, today was a rare day when they had come to the manor for a visit, and so that Damian could get his sketches done in a space where he was less likely to be interrupted by others.
While they had spent time in the manor, Marinette had never actually been in Damian’s room, so today was a rare event where she could take the time to learn more about her boyfriend. Stepping into the space, she was immediately met with the warmth of Damian at her back, his breath coasting across the back of her ear and unintentionally making her shiver before she could manage to collect herself.
“Take your time to look around, Habibti, sate your curiosity so you’ll be able to stay focused when I need you too.” He directs her gently.
Damian has always been dominant in a way that Marinette couldn’t resist… He called to her in a way that made it so easy to follow his lead, and she reveled in the way it made her feel, calling to the submissive side of her that she had to bury so often while working as Ladybug. His his commanding presence set her truest self free in a way she never wanted to let go of.
A tingle worked its way up her spine as she did as he bade of her, walking slowly around the room and taking in her surroundings.
The walls were a beautiful jade green color, which contrasted beautifully with the emerald satin sheets and black comforter on his bed, as well as the subtle gold notes in the decorations of his room.
A rack hung on one wall, filled with beautiful katana’s that had been left on display, tempting her to touch them, but she knew better than to put her hands on another’s weapons without permission.
As she slowly let her eyes drift across them, taking in every detail…. A warm feeling caressed her shoulders as she became intimately aware of Damian’s eyes on her, watching her as she drifted slowly throughout the room.
It was clean, which didn’t surprise her, but she took her time looking at the drawings he had chosen to display on his walls before settling down on the edge of this bed with her hands folded on her lap, looking at him so he knew that she was done.
“So how do you want to do this mon amour?” She asked, making sure he knew that she was ready for what he wanted and prepared to follow his directions as needed.
She watched as he slowly strode across the room to grab his desk chair, pulling it over until it was situated a few feet from the bed, and then settled down into it before collecting his favorite sketching pencil and his personal sketchbook from the satchel they had brought with them. Each movement was methodical and intentional, just like everything he did tended to be.
Once he had it open to the next fresh page, pencil poised over the paper, he looked up at her, his emerald gaze piercing as he looked into her eyes, making her feel almost like he was staring at her soul.
“We’ll start simple… Just cross your legs at the ankle and place your hands flat on the bed next to you.” He instructed, his hawk-like gaze following her every movement as she responded to his command.
She bit her lip slightly before releasing it and relaxing into her new position. The way he looked at her made her insides scream with the need to squirm and fidget, but she resisted, knowing that it wouldn’t be helpful in the current situation.
His eyes flitted back and forth as he worked, every stroke of the pencil on paper only increasing the tight feeling her lower belly, lulling her further into her current mental state.
She was mesmerized by him as he worked, taking in every detail of his expression and his movements as he sketched.
Suddenly his eyes snapped up from the paper for a longer moment… and she took in a deep breath as his eyes connected with hers, his penetrating gaze arresting, and making her skin feel like it was coming alive.
Slowly he flips onto a new page, his eyes still on her before he gets up from his chair, and slowly steps closer to the bed.
Bending over into her space, he slowly touches his pencil to her knee and uses it to subtly guide her into uncrossing her legs and spreading them wide across the edge of the bed.
Lightly grabbing her shoulders to guide her forward… he moved her like a puppet to his whims until she was in the new position that he wanted from her. Tingles danced across her skin with every touch and pull on her body, an inaudible gasp leaving her lips as she was inundated with sensual shocks that she hadn’t expected to feel.
As he turned to sit down again, the feeling only worsened.
Her muscles clenched, and a heat started to fill her core as she squirmed lightly before stilling while his back was still turned before he had settled into his seat.
Why on earth is this happening to me right now? She thought, slightly panicked and confused by the way that she was feeling.
She was now posed wide, with her chin propped up on her hand as she looked at him.
The arousal was intense, and she couldn’t hide the sudden heat in her gaze from him as his eyes locked with hers once more.
A stunning predatory smile crossed his face as he took in her expression before he nodded slightly and rested back in his chair to continue his sketches.
The feeling of him watching her, poised to his will was uniquely tantalizing for Marinette. She found it impossible to school her features, and the feelings only got more intense as the session continued. Her breath picked up slightly in pace, hitching every time Damian got up to reposition her.
Her core was hot and tight, and she blushed intensely as she felt her slit dripping with her arousal, frozen in place and confused by the unintentionally erotic nature of their positions.
He steps up to her again… taking not his fingers, or his hands, but just the pencil tip, using it to guide her chin up so he’s looking into her eyes.
Marinette takes a deep inward at the tension and heat that the motion creates, her insides clenching hard on nothing, and her panties embarrassingly soaked as her love takes full control of her being with the most delicate of touches.
Looking deeply into his eyes, a thrill runs through her as he softly commands her again. “Lean back onto the bed…”
Biting her lip hard, eyes still locked to his by his arresting gaze, she leans back, arms flat on the bed, and her knees still bent over the edge so she’s laying flat.
Damian chuckles, taking her in and realizing just how hot this is making her…. Reveling in the experience himself and in awe of just how prettily she submits to his every whim and just how much she enjoys it.
Again, he guides her into a new position, but the game has changed this time. He’s done more than enough sketches and teased both himself and his beloved in the process. This time it’s just for his amusement, as he prepares to take this to the next level.
Now fully on the bed, leaning on one arm to keep her head up, he takes in the view of the position his beloved has submitted herself to for his pleasure.
He takes in the graceful curves or her body, as her toned legs lay bare and slightly bent in a delicate manner, her feet now bare of the flats she had been wearing, and the skirt she wore swirling dangerously close to displaying the lace of her panties.
He reached out for her again, watching with satisfaction as her breath hitches when his hand strokes lightly over her bare thigh, moving dangerously close to the precariously laying edge of her skirt.
Leaning over towards her ear, he can’t help but make her fully aware of the new change in his intentions as he takes this little game to new heights.
“Look at you, Habibti… such a pretty doll, posed so sweetly just for me…” The husky whisper sends breath crawling over the shell of her ear, making her gasp and squirm from the sensations and the anticipation of more of his touch.
“You love this, don’t you Habibti… following my every direction and being laid out for me to see. I don’t even have to put my hands on you, do I? I don’t even need words. All I needed was the tip of my pencil, and you moved with my every whim didn’t you beloved. Such a pretty doll…” He crooned; the words make her mewl as his hand suddenly delves in her hair to hold the back of her head as he growls into her ear.
“You love being my doll, don’t you beloved? You’re so good at it, so pretty and delicate… so submissive to my will.” He groans as he takes absurd pleasure from this new situation, they’ve both found themselves in.
“Yes!” She can’t help but gasp the confession as he puts voice to the way that she’s been feeling. Her body is running hot as she’s overwhelmed by the sensations of their play, unexpected, but far from unwelcome.
“Yes, what habibti?” He asks dangerously as she tries to regain some control of her senses. His hand tightens in her hair, intensifying things and making it nearly impossible to think.
The words, however, make her freeze. She wants to do as he pleases here, but the edge to his words makes it clear that there’s something specific other than his name or an endearment that he’s seeking from her…
While Damian has always been a dominant lover, they’ve never taken it this far…. Never added a label or a voice to what this was between them. She hesitates, thinking it better not to speak then to say the wrong thing.
She looks into his eyes, watching as he takes in her expression and reads her so well, as only he has ever been able to.
“You move so prettily to my every whim… almost like a puppet… and what does every puppet have, little doll?”
The new endearment makes her gasp and her stomach flutter, her thighs tensing in a delicious response to his words as she finally answers with the words he’s looking for.
“A master…” She whispers, a shiver of arousal running down her spine as the words roll sensuously over her tongue.
“Good little doll,” Damian rewards her with his words before prompting her again. “We’ll try this again then… you like being my little doll, don’t you beloved?” He growls before he picks her up and lays her flat out on the bed, pinning her arms above her head with one hand as his other arm moves to hitch her leg over his hip as he hovers above her, staring intently into her eyes as he waits for her to answer this question that will change so much for them.
“Yes…Master…” She whispers, her eyes soft and heated as she gives him a look full of love, heat, and the submission that he revels in and that turns him on so much.
“Good little doll…” he chuckles darkly as he feels her squirm slightly beneath at his praise before he buries his face in her neck and inhales deeply, dragging his nose up the column of her neck and causing another gush of liquid heat to makes its way through her system.
“If I put my hand underneath your skirt, are you going to be soaked for me?” He whispers huskily in her ear as he squeezes her thigh, causing her to squeak slightly.
“Y…y...yessss” She stutters before finally managing to hiss out the response as Damian’s hot mouth latches onto the sensitive skin just below her hear.
“Damian….” She mewls out, hips squirming beneath him before he hears him tut.. “I don’t think that’s what you’re supposed to be calling me, is it little doll?” His commanding voice imposes its will upon her and the word he’s looking for slips from her lips once more.
“Master!” She cries out before ducking her head into his neck as he sucks and licks a trail of kisses and marks down her neck before biting lightly at her pulse. He growls in satisfaction, both from the sound of that sweet title escaping from her lips, and from the way she’s bucking her hips up into his.
She tries her best to grind into him, but from her position it’s virtually impossible, and she cries out in a mix of arousal and distress at the lack of satisfaction.
Damian chuckles, but rather than change their positions so that she can intensify things, he drags his hand up under her skirt and caresses the drenched fabric of her panties with his knuckles.
“Fuck, habibti… you’re soaked…” He groans as he continues to stroke over her folds through the lacey fabric, causing her to mewl and attempt to buck herself up into his hand.
In response, all he does is chuckle and pull back his hand enough that she can’t increase the pressure, adding to her desperation until she gets closer and closer to begging for her release. Just as the words are about to finally escape her, his hand suddenly ducks under the fabric, and he sinks two fingers deep into her soaking heat.
Her back arches and she lets out a gasp as he strokes the inner wall of her core, making her feel like her body has been set on fire.
“Oh! Master!” She wails again as the sensation quickly takes her over the edge. Her legs shake as she clamps them tight around his hand, but their strength is nothing on Damain’s in their current state, and they spread easily for him as he suddenly yanks off Marinette’s skirt and underwear before parting her legs wide and diving his head in between them.
With the speed of his movements and her dazed state, she hadn’t even had a change to move before he was on her.
“Don’t you dare move your hand’s from above your head!” He growls warningly before he goes in for the kill.
He’s merciless as he sucks her oversensitive pearl into his mouth and laves his tongue over it, reveling in the sweet taste of her as her slick coats his tongue and drips down his chin with his ministrations.
His pretty little doll twists her hands, fisting the silken sheets in them so that she doesn’t give into the temptation to drive her hands into his hair and hold him to her.
Just as she’s reaching the peak of a second orgasm he suddenly slows down and begins to pull away, causing her to buck and whimper as she quickly feels the climax slipping out of her reach. “Master!” She pleads desperately, crying for his mouth as he pulls his head away from her center to nip at her thighs, leaving trails of marks in his wake.
It’s deeply satisfying to him in a primal way to watch the evidence of his attentions bloom across her skin, knowing that they’ll remain long after this moment is over.
He tuts at her teasingly with a feral smile on his face as he presses a light kiss to her clit before blowing a cool breath across her slit, causing her to arch her back as the sensations wash over her most sensitive parts.
“Patience, little doll, you wouldn’t want to rush me… would you?” He chuckles with dark amusement as she attempts to wriggle herself until his mouth is where she wants it.
He digs his teeth into the flesh of her thigh in a warning bite that prompts her to still as she tries a new tactic.
“Master… please make me cum… I need it so bad!” She begs as he presses fluttering kisses to her mound, making it all so much worse.
“Such pretty begging just for me…. But can you stay still for me? Like you did before? Can you be a good little doll for me while I feast on your sweet pussy?” He subtly demands as he allows his breath to coast over her with every word… teasing her in tantalizing ways which only add to her desperation.
“Yes!” She cries out as the tries her best to stay still. “Yes, master please! I promise I’ll be a good little doll, I won’t move I swear! Just… PLEASE!” The last word leaves her lips in a shriek as he dives his tongue into her hot, dripping hole before dragging it back up to her clit, laving it with quick, short strokes that quickly push her to the edge until she’s screaming once again, but this time just barely managing to hold herself still in the process.
“Oh my god! Master! Yes! Yes! Oh god… MASTER!!!” She finally screams out as he sends her plummeting over the edge into bliss once more.
Then, quick as a flash he’s above her once again, not even fully allowing her to come down from her second orgasm before he’s managed to strip the rest of his clothes off and rip her shirt and bra off, discarding them on the floor and leaving them both naked.
She gasps in shock at the speed at which he manages to divest them both of their clothes before he settles on top of her, his thick length in his grasp as he teasingly drags the tip of his cock through her folds as he peppers kisses along the line of her throat.
She’s already extremely sensitive after the previous orgasms, but she can’t bring herself to deny him as he makes his intentions clear.
“Oh god….” She whispers as he starts to tease her with the tip of his cock, dipping it slightly into her before pulling it out again as he laves his tongue across the skin of her collarbone.
“There’s no god here little doll…just your Master.” He growls against her skin before nipping at her shoulder and slowly driving his cock deep into her depths.
“Hnnn…” She groans as his thick length stretches her tightness as he allows her a moment to fully refamiliarize herself with his size before he pulls back, leaving her feeling empty for the slightest of moments before his hips drive forward again and he’s pounding into her .
Aside from Damian ripping her shirt off of her, her hands still haven’t moved as she holds herself still, submitting fully to the power of his form as he takes complete control of their passion.
“Such a good little doll….” He croons in her ear as his hips drive into her at a steady and satisfying pace, the tip of his cock brushing against her cervix with the deepest of his thrusts as he gives her every inch of him. “Such a good doll, holding herself so still, open and pretty for me as I take her pretty little hole…” He groans in satisfaction as his hips drive forward with a particularly powerful thrust.
Marinette cries out at the delicious mix of pleasure and pain as the stronger thrust strikes at the entrance of her womb before she cries out for her lover once more. “Yes! Master… take me! It’s so good! I can’t…” Her voice cuts off as she gets teasingly close to cumming for a third time as Damian slams his lips over hers in a punishing kiss before giving her exactly what she needs.
One hand slinks under her shoulder blades and grasps the hair at the nape of her neck in a tight grip as he fists it, while the other hand reaches between them, making its way down to the place where they’re joined before circling her clit teasingly before the three words finally spill from his lips that take her over the edge.
“Cum for me…” He growls as she cries out and her insides start to flutter around his shaft, clamping down along his length with the strength of her orgasm as she finally loses control and bucks her hips beneath him just before he starts to slow his thrusts…
Taken over the edge by the intensified tightness of her heat, his climax comes to fruition as he finally spills inside her with a deep groan, burying his face in her neck as they both shudder, overwhelmed by the sensation of their climaxes.
Coming down from the high… Damian is quick to look up and make sure that Marinette is still okay, watching her intently for any signs of distress as he helps her come back from her current headspace.
“You can relax now beloved…” He says quietly in a soothing voice as he strokes his hand through her hair and graces her cheekbone with his thumb before quietly lavishing her with adoring praise, telling her how beautiful and perfect she was as he peppers light kisses across her face.
As the glazed look finally starts to clear from her eyes, she giggles and wraps her arms around his neck, holding him tighter too her as she asks the one question she just can’t leave unvoiced…
“Can we do that again soon?”