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"Are you ready?" I ask her, the pill resting on a small plate I hold out to her.
Scarlet takes a deep breath, nods, and accepts the pill. "Yeah, I trust you, Hugo," she says, swallowing it with a glass of water. As I watch her prepare for what's to come, I’m flooded with gratitude and love for this incredible woman who's willing to explore such uncharted territory with me.
"Thank you, Scarlet," I tell her sincerely. "I promise I'll take good care of you."
"I know you will," she smiles, and I can see the trust in her eyes.
Settling her naked on the bed, we wait together in silence as the pill takes effect, and I keep an eye on her to make sure she's okay.
"Remember," I whisper, holding her hand. "I love you."
"I love you too, Hugo," she murmurs, as her eyelids grow heavy, and she drifts off into unconsciousness.
As I follow through with our plan, I am acutely aware of the responsibility I have to ensure Scarlet's safety and well-being. This is a moment of trust between us, one that I do not take lightly.
As we delve into this dark fantasy, I hope it only serves to strengthen the bond we share and deepen the love between us – no matter how unconventional it may be.
I marvel at her beauty, even in this state of repose, as I slowly undress, ignoring the four men whose eyes are trained on this dark fantasy. Wondering what they think of it, I almost back out, but then I remember how much faith Scarlet has placed in me to do this.
Starting at her forehead, I tenderly press my lips against her skin, replacing words of love with kisses. My emotions intensify as I trail down her face, feeling the contours of her cheeks and the softness of her lips beneath mine. It's as if each kiss reaffirms our connection – a silent declaration of trust and devotion.
I continue kissing her down her neck, my pulse quickening as I explore the delicate curve of her collarbone. Her scent surrounds me, acting as both an aphrodisiac and a grounding force. As my lips brush over her breasts, I pause, savoring the sensation of her heartbeat beneath my touch. Even in sleep, she is alive and vibrant.
Moving lower, I plant lingering kisses on her stomach; each one imbued with gratitude for her willingness to share this fantasy with me. While she may be unaware, I am acutely conscious of the power dynamic at play, and I remind myself that this is a gift, not something to be taken lightly.
As I reach her hips, I hesitate, my desire to possess her completely warring with my need to protect her. Possession wins out, as I knew it would.
"Thank you, Scarlet," I whisper against her skin, promising to cherish this moment and the trust she has placed in me as I part her legs and lick her clit. She remains unmoving as I grip her thighs and eat her out like a starving man. There is complete silence except for the slurping of my mouth on her wet pussy. No moans of ecstasy, no gasps of pleasure. Her touch is absent, and it all adds to the hedonistic fantasy I’m playing out with her lifeless body.
"Scarlet," I breathe, coming up for air, my cock so fucking hard, it’s aching. My blood is coursing through my veins like lava. My heart is about to explode. My head pounds with the knowledge that I’m about to take her in a form of non-consent that thrills me but at the same time, disgusts me. But there is no stopping now. As I position myself between her legs, her body is completely relaxed. With one final look at her face, seeking any sign of distress or discomfort, I loom over her body and guide my cock inside her with a soft groan of sheer ecstasy.
The sensation of entering her unconscious form is unlike anything I've ever experienced. She's warm and inviting, yet the lack of reciprocal touch or response heightens my awareness of our power dynamic. It's a heady mix of vulnerability and control that sends shivers down my spine.
Ignoring the grunts of the other men in the room, I thrust deeply into her, jarring her body. Wrapping my arms tightly around her to hold her in place, I thrust again. The room has gone eerily quiet – only the sound of my labored breathing and the gentle rustle of the sheets fills the air. My heart thuds in my chest; each beat reminding me of the trust she's placed in me. I focus on maintaining a slow, steady rhythm, ensuring her safety remains paramount.
"God, Scarlet," I gasp, my voice low and reverent, even though she can’t hear me. "You're so incredible for doing this."
Despite the pleasure coursing through me, a knot of guilt forms in the pit of my stomach. I want her to know how much this means to me, but without her conscious presence, doubt creeps in.
Plunging my cock deep inside her, withdrawing slightly, and then thrusting in again, she is tight, and there is no pleasure from her side. It’s this feeling that pushes me over the edge. She has no idea what I’m doing to her. Her body isn’t responding to me and it’s exactly how I wanted it.
“Fuck,” I pant, pumping harder. “Fuck, yes.”
When the intensity becomes too much to bear, I reach my climax – a bittersweet release that leaves me feeling both fulfilled and empty as I flood her lifeless body with my hot cum. Withdrawing carefully from her, the weight of what we've done settles over me like a heavy blanket.
"Forgive me, Scarlet," I murmur, even though I know she can't hear me. The guilt gnaws at me, threatening to eclipse the love and trust that brought us here. “I love you so much for doing this. I won’t ask you again. You have given me everything. Youareeverything.”
ChapterSixteen
Scarlet
My eyes flutter open. Immediately, I see Hugo hovering over me, his expression worried as if he is waiting for any hint of anger or betrayal. Smiling softly, I reach for his hand.
"Hugo," I say, my voice thick with sleep. “How long have I been out?”
"Scarlet, I–" he begins, “About ten hours.”
“What?” I ask with a snort. “Best sleep, ever.”
