#semi-public

For Moriah Nutt.

It’s been close to a year since the demonic invasion of Red Grave and the city is slowly beginning to fill up with residents again. For what you have planned, you’re ever so glad that the streets are still empty, still quiet but for the buzz of neon lights and the murmur of voices from a few nearby takeaway places. 

Vergil prowls along next to you, his brow furrowed and his lips in a straight line. Not quite that uncharacteristic, although the only thing unusual is that he never makes that face around you. Well, except when you’ve been teasing him for days on end and the only time he can do anything about it, you’re out in public. 

“You’re revelling in my suffering, aren’t you.” It’s less a question and more a statement, one gritted out through clenched teeth as your hand moves within your pocket. 

A sly little look out of the corner of your eye reveals how smug you are. “Of course, Vergil, but you should’ve known that a long time ago.” Certainly, you always enjoy flustering the normally unflappable half-demon warrior, particularly since he always looks so stern and stoic. The little flush on his cheeks and the tremble of his sword hand betray his arousal, little things that would mean nothing on another person are huge tells for Vergil.

He hisses at you and quickens his pace, snarling that he’s sick of waiting and you had better hurry home before he throws you over his shoulder. 

The threat makes you laugh, knowing that it’s all hot air. As though he would dare to do that. “Slow down, Vergil, Nero said he wanted some alone time in the office.”

Gritting his teeth, which now that you notice are starting to look more like fangs, Vergil growls at you, “Forget Nero. I want some alone time in the office.” 

“Oh, honey, the office? Really?” You simper at him, your hand landing on his chest to stop him. “I’ve got a better idea than the office.” Then you give him a great big shove backwards into the dark alleyway behind him.

“Oh, madame, an alley? How classy,” he sneers back, mocking your words with a tilt of his head. 

Ah, you really missed that snark of his. “Classy enough for you, slave.” 

Vergil hisses, about to argue back when your hand twitches and his words die in his throat. The vibrating plug is lodged right up against his P-spot, shifting this way and that as he walked but now it’s bang on the most sensitive spot in his whole body. His hand wraps around your wrist gently, his grip tightening as he begins to shake. “Don’t-”

“Don’t what, Vergil?” You whisper and back him up against a relatively clean wall. “Don’t make you hard?” Your hand drops the controller in your pocket and slips down to his belt instead. “Don’t make you hot and horny?” The clinking of his belt is loud in your ears, followed by the zip slowly being undone. “Don’t what, Vergil?”

“Don’t take it out,” he whispers hoarsely, his other hand clamping down on your hip as he appears to melt against the wall. “Not in public. I’ll-” Gut you? Run away? Beg you to keep going until he cums?

“You’ll what, Vergil,” you purr, leaning in close enough to smell the aftershave on his jaw. Close enough that his cock, still trapped in his pants, presses hard against your belly. “Cum in my hands?” You press a kiss against his twitching cheek. “Hm?”

Vergil gulps, turning instinctively to into your kiss. “N-no.” He gasps into your lips as you slip your hand into his boxers, his cock already bouncing and twitching uncontrollably to the time of the vibrations in his ass. “No.” His voice becomes firmer as he fights through a thick haze of lust to growl at you. “No, I’ll drag you back home and fuck you senseless if you don’t-!” 

You cut him off by nipping him sharply on the neck and groping hard at his cock at the same time. Vergil shivers and moans tremulously, arching into your touch and purring deep in his chest like a cat. The plug in his ass urges him to move his hips, to hump into your expert hand as it coaxes drop after drop of precum out of his desperate cock.

“Mmm, what a threat, Vergil. What a threat,” you purr into his marked neck, finding a patch of flawless, pale skin to mar with your teeth. “Drag me home and fuck me senseless, huh?” Your hand on his cock still works at his thickness but now at a maddeningly slow pace, now going even slower than the vibrations driving him crazy. “How are you going to do that when you’re like this?”

His handsome features contorts into a pained grimace as he bucks into your hand. “Don’t-agh! Don’t test me.”

You laugh into his neck and pull away, much to his consternation. “I think I already am, honey. You’re pretty close, aren’t you?”

Vergil tries to deny it, tries to deny the tightness of his balls, the constant leaking of his cock, the deep flush on his normally ivory skin. But you know him too well, know him enough to tell that he’s been teetering on the edge even without your, ahem, assistance. “No.”

“Liar,” you whisper, crouching down sinuously. With a quick yank, his trousers and boxers are around his thighs and you’re suckling decadently on his delicious cock. The taste of his cum is thin, musky, and yet heavy on your tongue as you bob your head up and down his thick length. 

Vergil is gasping for breath, his hands locked around your wrists to anchor himself. His legs spread wide open, or as much as his trousers can allow, in an attempt to lower himself so that you don’t have to strain to reach him. As a reward for such consideration, you up the vibrations on the plug, enough that Vergil’s thighs begin to clench up, his shoulders to round down, and his eyes to go cloudy and unseeing with intense lust and pleasure.

“Enough. Enough-I’m going to-!”

You let go with a pop. “Not yet.”

“Fuck!” He snarls, hands letting go of your wrists to slam into the wall behind him. The cracks that form go unnoticed, though they only widen when he slams his fist another time to stop himself from cumming. “Fuck.”

“Mmm, there you go, honey,” you purr as you lick up his twitching, throbbing cock. “Not until I say so.”

“If it were only so easy,” Vergil mutters to himself, though he has to save his breath for his next round of edging. Over and over and over you deny him, bringing him to the very edge and then tell him he’s not allowed to cum yet.

If the streets were any more populated, he knows you wouldn’t dare to do such a thing. But since the only thing he can hear is a cat yowling in the distance and nothing else, he happily lets you edge him for the last time. Or was it frustratedly? He can’t really tell at this point, all he knows is that he’s going to cum again and if you tell him he can’t, he’s going to bring the building down around you.

“Mmm, what a good boy, Vergil,” you coo up at him, suckling on his weeping tip. “What a good boy. Do you want a reward, Vergil?”

Cracking a pale eye open, he takes a deep gulp and nods. He doesn’t trust himself not to whine like a bitch at this point.

“Heh, alright then. Cum for me, my warrior. Cum.”

With permission given, you slip your hand between his thighs to thrust the plug in and out of him in tandem with your mouth. Licking, sucking, fucking, cranking his pleasure all the way up to eleven and beyond. The slick sounds of your saliva and the plug moving in and out, the feel of your tongue and lips working his cock, and the bliss of the vibrating plug fucking his ass all prove to be his undoing, making him cum a mere half a minute after you give him permission.

“I’m cumming!” Vergil gasps and hunches over, hands landing on your shoulder and your forearm, cum splattering into your mouth in thick, healthy spurts. “Ah, gods.”

When the last spurt is a pathetic little dribble, you stand up and give Vergil a harsh, cum filled kiss. Snowballing the cum within your mouths until you push it all towards him with a whispered command to swallow it all. Still dazed from his orgasm, he obeys, swallowing it without a peep and showing his tongue to you upon request.

“What a good boy, Vergil,” you coo up at him, kissing him over and over and over until he begins to react and kiss you back just as fiercely, the taste of cum still on his tongue and yours. “Mmm wasn’t that quite fun?”

He huffs, but doesn’t disagree. “Fun is a word.” But he doesn’t deny that he was crazy turned on. Well, still turned on, since the plug in his ass is still going strong and you’re holding his sodden cock in one hand. “Now can you put my cock back in my pants so we can go home?”

“Awww, so eager to cut our romp through the city short?”

“No, but I do want to fuck you senseless.”

You didn’t even need to think for more than a second. “You’ve got the better idea.”

“As always.”

Smart ass.

[BDSM, femdom, dubious consent, exhibitionism] 

I’ve been thinking of a scene where my Domme takes me out to a pub. I’ve got a Lovense HUSH inside me, and she has the remote controls. The moment I get out of the car, the plug is turned on, gently. Having been denied for weeks, at this point, I blush, and meekly follow behind my Domme, unable to look anyone in the eye, or even speak out of fear a moan will come out instead. It’s barely humming, but fuck, I’m just so horny anything can drive me mad. We’re lead inside, and taken to a table. Once I’m left alone with my Domme, I’m finally able to start talking to her.

The waiter comes over to our table, asking what drinks we’d like. I open my mouth to speak, only to hear my Domme already saying “My Pet will have… "I can’t even catch what she buys me. Immediately, my eyes are on the floor. For a moment, my entire world is taken up by a single spot on the floor, barely able to even acknowledge anything else, so consumed by my humiliation, and desire to be invisible. As a result, my heart could only leap as the vibe is suddenly taken up a level, and I’m taken out of my bubble by my Domme sternly asking me "Won’t you?” I look up, seeing two sets of eyes on me. I can’t look at the waiter. I can only mumble a weak “Yes”. Not good enough. “Speak up, Pet.” It was an order, not a request. Her sadism was a dangerous beast, that poor waiter must have felt so awkward, but he had to wait for my order. I have to tell him I’m her pet, just so he can go and do his job. I know she’s not going to make it easy on me, though. Her eyes piercing me from across the table. She looks angry, and I can never really tell with her whether it’s an act. The result tends to be the same, anyway. Regardless, if I don’t make this good enough, she’s just going to keep pushing me until I say what she wants me to. It’s going to happen, no matter what, I can’t resist her, so let’s just fucking get this over with. I take a deep breath, and speak quietly, but clearly enough for the waiter to hear “Yes, Mistress”, enunciating it as plainly as I can. I can’t look at him. My eyes are on the floor again.

I wish I could write about what happens next, but really I had no idea. I don’t know what she ordered me, what she ordered for herself, how long the waiter lingered after I spoke, or even if he replied to what I said… I assumed he didn’t, because when I heard the words “Such a good pet”, suddenly none of it mattered. It doesn’t matter what she ordered, or how much that waiter’s judging me. I’m a good pet. The vibe gets taken up again, and a gasp leaves my lips. Thank fuck it wasn’t a moan, I rationalised to myself, until I heard snickering from a nearby table. I see them in the corner of my eye, pointing at us, giggling to each other. I’m not the only one who noticed them, clearly, as my Domme soon asks me “Do you think they want to play, pet?” My eyes widen. I have no idea who these people are, and there was a very real possibility that “playing” meant a cock in one hole, and a strap in another… Even in the pub, no less. If she decides it, I’ll end up taking that man’s hand, leading him to the bathroom, and sucking his cock like the good little fuckpet I am… Would you believe I’m straight, by the way? Well, I used to say I’m straight. Mistress says sexualities are for people, not slaves. I hate that I can see her logic, that with my cock locked up in chastity, and with me willing to do anything to get out of it… I’m whatever she says I am.

For now, I’m content to leave my silence as an answer, although I don’t have much choice in the matter. My entire existence revolved around waiting for a hole to appear in the floor to swallow me whole, to let me escape from this constant struggle of trying to keep myself under control. “Why don’t we go ask them?” I fucking knew it! My eyes snap up, but before I can reply… Oh, fuck, no! Please tell me that wasn’t a moan that just left my lips… Fuck, that was so loud, you could have heard it at the bar! She turned up the vibrator again. I know what she’s doing. Everytime I challenge her, everytime I say, or do anything than blindly obey, she turns the vibrator up. I can see her smirking. I’ve figured her out, but it’s far too little too late. Her hand is already taking hold of my collar, and pulling me out of the chair. With one of her hands moving to mine, and the other placed on the small of my back, she starts leading me towards the couple. When we get close enough to talk to them, Mistress asks them “Do you two like my Pet?” Suddenly, her hand thumps forward, and I’m shoved a few feet, stumbling to as stop just as I reach the table. I take a deep breath, and look up. Mistress wants them to play with me, and she’ll punish me if they don’t. I’m really hoping they’re not a couple of prudes, because it doesn’t matter whether they want it: If I fail, I get punished. It was unfair, of course, but I knew that when she collared me. She collared me. My beloved Mistress. If she wanted me to play the eager slut, for these two, well…

The vibe turns up again. I was ready for it, this time, atleast. Regardless, she’s already won. I lift my head, looking at them. Trying to put on my most seductive smirk, I say in a sultry tone “Hi… I’m her Pet.” It was the best I could come up with, considering how distracted I was by the vibrator. Little did I know that these two were Mistress’ friends, and that they would definitely be “playing” with me, both in the pub, and all night when I’m taken back to one of their houses. After all, I’m a Pet.

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A thank you to @stickers-on-bruises for inspiring me to write this, I hope you enjoy this! 

Now that I’m finally back living on my own, and having the freedom to explore BDSM a lot more, I hope to be engaging with this blog again.