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marc's calloused hand tightened in your hair, forcing your neck into a vulnerable and easily accessible position.
"i want you on your knees." it was a simple command, a mere six words and yet the weight and effect they had on you was embarrassing. usually, you wouldn't obey, opting to instead tease him until he forced you into submission, but this time you were craving him-aching for it.
immediately, your knees buckled, hitting the wooden floor with a loud thump.
without missing a beat, marc undid his belt from its loops and then tied it around your wrists, restraining them tightly behind your back. like a kitten rubbing its face against furniture, you pressed your cheek against his bulge wantonly, not caring how desperate you looked in that moment.
before you could make a sound, marc had dragged you across the floor, walking backwards until his calves hit the sofa in the middle of the room. your knees burned, feeling raw, but you didn't care, not when he slowly took a seat, legs spread wide in an inviting manner.
his heavy boot lifted to press the bottom of its heel into your shoulder, pushing you until he was satisfied by the distance between the both of you.
pausing mid-air, he seemed transfixed by the fact that his boot was nearly double the size of your head, it easily capable of inflicting serious harm, as they had done many times in the past to others-whether it was by stomping faces in or a swift kick to the neck. he would never hurt you, you knew that, but it was arousing to know he could effortlessly injure you, if not simply kill you.
his voice shook you from your thoughts, forcing you to blink away the glazed look in your eyes.
"i said," oh, he must have been speaking while you were distracted. "they need a proper cleaning." his hand grabbed your jaw roughly, intentionally hoping to leave bruises that would remind you for the next several days of the depravity you were moments away from engaging in.
it took you a second to realize what he wanted, but when it hit you, a fresh wave of wetness pooled in your underwear.
without having to be asked again you turned to the side and leaned down, purposely arching your back so that your ass was on display, and licked up the smooth exterior of the boot. the earthy residue left a bitter taste in the back of your mouth, but the boots themselves tasted exactly as you predicted leather would.
it was addicting.
carelessly, you lapped at it, making sure to leave a wet mess anywhere your tongue touched. you couldn't imagine how you must have looked just then, saliva dripping down your chin and his boot, sloppy wet noises filling the otherwise quiet room.
marc's heavy breathing nearly matched the volume of your own.
"fuck," a quick glance at his face told you everything you needed to know. his eyelids were so low, you could've mistaken them for being shut. "that's it." he nodded thoughtlessly, bottom lip catching between his teeth.
only once it was thoroughly soaked in your spit did he stop you with careful nudge of his boot on your cheek.
"now that your seat's all nice and clean," he maneuvered you so that your knees were on either side of the very boot you were lapping at just seconds ago. "ride it."
your fingers trembled as he rolled his boot upwards, eliciting a full body jerk from you. the pressure of his boot nudged at your center, forcing more whimpers from your lips.
it didn't take long before you were close-so close. you could feel your thighs trembling, as you were sure he could.
a deep chuckle left his lips. "so soon?"
your fingers, in a need to hold onto something, gripped the loose hanging bit of the belt that was starting to leave painful welts around your wrists.
soft sighs escaped your lips the further into the pleasure you fell, and soon enough you didn't care how wholly ruined you looked, hips desperately moving back and forth against his boot.
the press of his hard digits sternly holding your red face upwards, so that he could watch you fall apart, somehow elevated every single feeling fluttering through your body.
messily, your saliva escaped the sides of your mouth, dripping down your chin and onto his hand.
"open your eyes." he ordered.
you hadn't even realized you closed them.
his gaze was so dark, you observed, the blacks of his pupils nearly covering the entirety of the brown.
the boot against you was so hard and large, and the pressure of it against your clit ignited a burn you couldn't explain. then, your thighs tightened further around it, nails digging into the belt strap as you came with a whimper, your body shaking.
once you were capable of looking up at him, your heart leaped. the stillness in which he sat, appearing to not even be breathing, sent another shot of arousal through you.
as the wetness that had marked his boot cooled quickly, he tugged you upwards, easily pulling you onto his lap.
wordlessly, he stuck two fingers inside of your underwear, coating them in the abundant wetness he found there before bringing them to his lips for a taste.
"i haven't had dinner yet." he said absentmindedly, words slightly muffled due to the fact that he still hadn't retracted his fingers from his mouth.
the double meaning behind his words sent another tremble through you.
"we better fix that then." was your response as you moved to stand over him, already positioning your center over his face.
