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Sinful Dances & Pound Cake [Dio Brando]

Your life had become ever so simple, since you chose to prostrate yourself before Dio.

Over the years, you'd earned yourself a place by Dio's side as a treasured pet, the closest thing he had to a lover...sort of.

He'd gave you more freedom to roam throughout the mansion, but you found that you'd rather stay by his side than spend it wandering around idly.

The lonely nights you'd spent with him were always pleasurable if not entertaining.

And tonight was one of those nights, as you stood before your so-called master.

"What is it you desire, my sweet pet?" His wickedly charmistic voice echoed through the room.

Gathering all your courage, you uttered one single word.

"Sit!"

It wasn't a question, but a soft demand. And you didn't miss the way his raised an elegant brow.

"Oh, and why, might I ask, do you want me to sit?"

It was very clear that he didn't like being told what to do, but the fact that you weren't telling him why you wanted him to, slightly intrigued him.

A deep dark chuckle rumbles through him making you pause.

"My sweet (Y/n), as much I find your diligence amusing, however I would rather you use your words properly when asking something of me."

You shyly look up at him as you tried to gather enough courage to explain, and you don't even care how stupid it sound.

"I just......wanna make you feel good, master." You say blushing and Dio smirks at this.

"Silly pet, you wouldn't even be here if you didn't make me feel good. However, if me sitting will please you, then I will oblige. But first, there is something I want in return." he says.

You sighed, already knowing exactly what he wanted as you slowly leaned your head to the side, bearing your neck to him.

Satisfied with your act of submission, he leans in, dragging the flat of his tongue across the skin of your neck.

A small squeal escapes your lips at the sudden pressure followed by pain as his vampiric fangs pierce through your tender skin, drawing blood.

Minutes pass as he drinks deeply, just enough to get his fill without hurting you.

After awhile, he pulls away, licking your blood from his lips.
He reclines, leaning back before taking a seat in his red velvet chaise. Looking utterly comfortable and supercilious as he crossed his legs, watching you.

Damn, he was a pretty bastard and no doubt he knows it too.

"I am sitting, my pet! Now what is it that you are you planning inside that little head of yours, hmm?" He's obviously amused as golden eyes watched you intensely.

Gathering your bearings, you casually strode over and dim the lights. The lamp in the corner of the room casts a soft glow.

Dio tilted his head in question, "hm, what are you doing?" His tone is curious as you turn to look at him.

And immediately wish you hadn't! He's eyes seemed to glow at you and the shadows of the room made him look even more intimidating.

You take a deep breath and exhaled it out slowly, trying to say calm, reminding yourself that it was only you and Dio...alone.

"Being stupid!" You say, but didn't miss the way his eyes narrowed as his expression darkens.

"You are not stupid, my dear! Just eccentric."

Somehow his comment of your self-deprecation makes this situation even harder as you slowly close your eyes.

Dio watched you intensely as you slowly begin to sway your hips, dancing to an imaginary beat.

So this is what you meant by 'making him feel good,' you wanted to entertain him.

He watched as you slowly started to caress your hands up and down your body before lifting up your shirt. Your hips slowly swaying as you carelessly tossed your clothes away as you do.

You then moved to your lower half, undoing and removing your pants along with you underwear whilst you continue to dance your sinful movements.

Dio sensually licked his lips as you turned your back towards him, giving him a perfect view of your backside. No doubt he was finding this to be utmost arousing as he could feel himself become erect.

You then slowly bent over and placed your hands on your knees before rolling your hips.

Dio groaned at the shaking of your buttocks, "Enough!" He suddenly exclaimed causing you to snap out of your trance as you stopped and turned towards him.

You watched as Dio slowly un-crossed his legs and slowly stood up, walking over towards you. You tried to cover yourself up, suddenly feeling anxious, hoping you didn't somehow displeased him as he approaches.

You immediately blush when the mauve rode/sheet falls from his waist, exposing him. It seems like your little show has gotten him very aroused; hardly a surprise even in your stupor.

Dio slowly leans down and purrs in your ear. “My dear (Y/n), my sweet little pound cake, you teasing little wanton!"

He sounds so angry!

But you are oddly unafraid of him. Even at the pinpoints of stinging pain as his talon-like nails dig into the flesh of your ass cheeks as he presses your body against his. You are not afraid.

The force he exerts is rapacious as he holds you, your face being smothered in his heaving chest. But you marvel at this strength, at how hard and thicc his biceps are.

You look up at him to see that his eyes are closed. Obviously, he’s just basking in the feeling of your soft flesh against his own.

God, he’s beautiful. As you can feel his hardness prodding at you.

But then, it dawns on you!
Did he seriously just called you pound cake?

Not that you're complaining, it just sound so unlike him to say such a thing. Although you could go for some delicious pound cake right about now, since you haven't eaten anything.

Topped with (insert favorite icing) and whipped cream. Great! Now you were both horny and hungry.

You were so caught up in your thoughts that you'd forgotten all about the man above you as Dio lifts you by the hips, to straddle his waist.

“That was lovely. But if you truly wish to please me, then I suggest we do something a bit more physical. Wouldn't you agree?”

Welp, guess you really were about to become a pound cake!

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