Negotiations
The note Xerxes had left for Ketna at the Dive she had visited for information on a handful of occasions, made a promise of a 'proposition' for her. There was no clear suggestion as to the nature of the proposition, only that she would be interested in it and a contact to send her confirmation to. Up until that point, their communication had either been in-person or indirect by way of leaving notes at various safehouses or points of interest Xerxes frequented. This was the first time any attempt had been made for more a direct form of contact, and she wasn't entirely sure how she felt about it. However, it did not take long for curiosity and an undercurrent of desire to get the better of her, and she made the effort to reach out as requested. Not on her primary device, of course not, but on one of the burners she had on-hand.
The text she sent inquiring what this was about was curt and to the point, hoping Xerxes would be equally direct in his reply. For the most part it was, he provided a time to meet him at his penthouse tomorrow to 'settle a score'. She wasn't entirely sure what 'score' he was referring to explicitly, but it could mean any of the number of altercations she had won in the past. In an attempt to work out she asked if there were any expectations for this rematch Xerxes was alluding to. After an unusually long passage of time, Xerxes responded citing conditions such as 'come alone' and 'no armor', terms she expected, however, an oddly aggressive yet coy suggestion to bring her strap-on, was certainly not one of them.
Ketna arrived at the requested time, in comfortable, casual attire, not much more on her person than a small messenger bag to keep her phones and the strap-on Xerxes both did and didn't explicitly ask her to bring. The balcony door was open, expecting her arrival. Not long ago she had arrived here in a very similar manner in far more hostile conditions, it was an experience she did not care to mentally revisit if she could help it but sight before her made it impossible to forget. Only now did she ask herself why she bothered returning.
A brief flash of concern had her wondering if the score he wanted to settle was the one from that night and fished the phone out of it's pocket. Re-reading the oddly worded text from the previous day, before she entered the threshold, helped mentally re-frame the conditions in how and why she was here, compared to the last time. Xerxes wasn't waiting for her like he had been the last time, which helped ease the looming sense of dread that hung regardless. In-fact he didn't seem to be anywhere in visual range that she could tell.
Standing in the middle of the large living space, she waited, expecting him to show, as she was on time as requested, but still he was absent. That was odd, to say the least, and she was grateful for it. Every small difference between then and now reminded her it wasn't the same. But she wasn't going to stand around here all night and wait for him.
"I really hope you don't plan to stand me up in your own home." Ketna called out, not sure how close or how far Xerxes might have been.
"Check your fuckin' phone!" A familiar voice bellowed far down the hall, echoing along the way.
Perplexed, Ketna retrieved the phone she had looked at before she entered. In her tunnel vision to ground herself, she had completely missed that there were new texts which had been received at her expected time of arrival. He had provided directions as to what hall to go down and what room to find him in.
Finding the room without too much trouble, Ketna caught sight of Xerxes through the open door, attending to the supports on the bed. It wasn't his bedroom, but it was substantially big enough such that if there were to be a face-off between them there wasn't much to get in their way. Xerxes himself was already stripped down, whatever it was he had in mind, he saw no point in being dressed for it. Yet another small thing that put her at ease.
"So what exactly is this score you want to settle?" Ketna asked while eyeing the bed Xerxes was attending to.
His head snapped up in her direction, almost surprised to see her, then returned to the bed. He gave the frame a few solid hits with the side of his fist, then stood to his feet.
"Yeah, about that-" Xerxes didn't look back at Ketna while speaking, instead he made his way to one of the few cabinets in the room and removed a large tangle of straps that hung on the outside of it.
Without any heads up, Xerxes tossed the mass in Ketna's direction, which she caught without too much trouble. Upon closer inspection it was easy enough to make out what it was, a heavy harness, and by the look of it, big enough to fit Xerxes while being made of the kind of material that would actually hold him.
"The first time, y'got the drop on me. Fuckn' cheap if y'ask me. Bet y'can't get me into that without sneakin up on me like a fuckin' pansy."
Ketna examined the harness in her hands, then watched Xerxes from across the room. It was almost comical when the realization hit her. Between this and the oddly phrased suggestion in the text the day before, it was clear enough he was attempting to ask her to domme him again, without saying it in those words. He presented it like a challenge, like he was testing her in some way.
"Since when have you cared about a fair fight?" Ketna asked, looking up from the harness.
"Alls I'm saying is, first time was a fluke. Doubt ya'd be good enough t'do it again."
"Is there some point to all this? What will happen if I do succeed in wrangling you, again?" Ketna attempted to encourage Xerxes to be more forthcoming, without asking it out-right herself.
"Guess y'better do it to find out." Xerxes grinned from across the room, rolling his shoulders back in preparation.
Unfortunately, it appeared Ketna wasn't going to get a direct confirmation from him, the only thing left to do would be to go through with it. She hoisted the harness over her shoulder, and continued her line of questioning.
"And if I don't?" One more question to know what she was getting herself into.
"Then I getta bind you init." Xerxes answered with a hint of self-satisfaction.
Ketna glanced at the harness resting over most of her shoulder. "I'm almost certain this isn't going to fit me."
"I got plenty'a others, one of 'em will hold ya."
That at least explained what he was doing with a harness that could fit him, voluntarily. Ketna took in the layout of the room. Mostly barren apart from a few dressers, a wardrobe, a closet, and a bed against the wall. Not even any fixtures on the wall to help her get some height but there was molding she could grab in a pinch. She was confident she could do it without it but it was the difference between a long fight and a fast fight.
Last, she inspected the harness. Taking in it's balance, where the straps were, identifying the front and back, tossing it around back and forth in her hands making notes of how it felt in her hands when held at the different points at the straps. A glance up at Xerxes and she put together plans of approach in her head.
"Alright, fine."
Hoisting the harness over her shoulder again, now aware of its position in a bundle, she closed the distance between the two of them starting, whatever this match between them, was supposed to be.
She had scuffled with him a few times before, though those times had been more violent than competitive. Not to say that it wasn't competitive in some way before, the difference was he, likely, wasn't going into this particular fight with the intent to kill her. He was a genuine challenge to contend with, most those with greater mass than her were rarely as fast as her, he managed to be both and each altercation required her to reveal a little more the true threshold of her skill every time.
Xerxes took slow steps back paying close attention to Ketna's movements in her approach, curious to see exactly how she planned to get on him with limited aid to give her the lift needed to compensate for the difference in height. He expected her to go for the legs first, which she would have started with a leg sweep if he were plantigrade or wasn't already as fast as he was. Body Checks, however, body checks were almost always a good way to start things out.
Xerxes, instead of dodging, attempted to brace for it but in doing so forgot just how much mass Ketna actually had. When her shoulder made contact it didn't knock him over, but the force of the impact against his midsection caught him off just enough stagger so that he was unable to grab her like he had intended before she rolled out of reach.
"Y'really think that was g'-"
Ketna had in the time she rolled out of range ran up the side of the wall, using it to gain air, jumping off it to land a double kick at the closest top shoulder, interrupting Xerxes' boasting. While it got him off balance, this still did not bring Xerxes down. Not wanting to miss this opportunity like he had last time, Xerxes' arm shot out, capturing Ketna's leg before she could pull it out of his range. Finally having a good hold on her he yanked her back into the air with every intent to slam her back down onto the ground.
Knowing full well what Xerxes intended to do, Ketna had to act fast to minimize the impact. On the upward swing Ketna opted to swing herself downward instead of her own accord. Arching all the way back her hands made contact with Xerxes's foot grasping at it using it as an anchor to yank his arm down faster than intended in the downward swing he was already on. Xerxes was not expecting her to bend that much in that way and wasn't able to formulate an appropriate counter in time, seeing his only option was to let go of the leg in his hand to prevent the momentum from completely knocking him off balance. With her leg freed, both legs fell heavy to the ground both from the force of gravity and momentum, an impact she'd much rather weather than her back hitting the ground with that much force. And her hands were still grasped at his leg.
As soon as she could manage with her legs stable on the ground again, she yanked at his leg. Xerxes was already in motion to kick her off so it wasn't quite the surprise she was hoping it would be, but the maneuver was enough to get what she did want. Annoyed at her yanking his leg and inability to kick her off him, Xerxes reached down to grab Ketna and that was all she needed.
With Xerxes' hand out-stretched and her knowledge of the spatial arrangement of the harness that had hung to her shoulder, she was able to make quick work of leaping up and sliding the correct arm of the harness around his out-stretched hand. With his arm in the loop, she ran past and behind him pulling the harness further up his arm before he could back out, and from there all it took was speed and a yank from behind and the leverage added by the harness' arm loop brought Xerxes down hard.
In the few seconds he was dazed, Ketna planted herself on Xerxes' chest to finish the job. On his way down she had maneuvered the needed half of the harness behind him making it in the correct placement for her to wrestle the last arm into. That part took a bit more effort as a mildly dazed Xerxes fought to yank her off him with the other arm but the strap of the harness just barely slipped over the opposite wrist as he yanked her off his other arm.
Knowing her goal was in her grasp she fought back, reaching out for the harness to pull herself in, giving her enough reach and leverage to grab both ends and thread them through, buckling them into place. Feeling the straps taught against him, Xerxes looked down to see the clasp had been made and ceased his attempts to toss Ketna across the room.
Ketna huffed, leaning herself on her side against Xerxes chest, resting an arm on him and her head against her hand.
"See?" She patted the strap of the harness on Xerxes' chest, while catching her breath. "Easy."
"So whatcha gonna do with me now?" Looking surprisingly smug for a person that just 'lost', Xerxes crossed both his arms behind his head, laying back waiting for Ketna's answer.
Ketna paused, thinking on the situation she was in now, and what she was likely expected to do.
"Do you have a safeword I should know?" She asked.
"What, y'think I can't take whatever a straight-laced little priss like you can dish out." Xerxes leaned his head forward, giving off the appearance of being threatening.
"That's," Ketna gave an exasperated sigh. "That's not the point. But if you really don't want to use a safeword, fine."
Ketna wondered why she bothered attempting to show concern for him. She was already going out of her way to do this for him, since this certainly wasn't for her, she didn't need to put in more emotional energy than it was worth.
"In that case." Ketna sat herself up higher taking hold of Xerxes' chin in her hand, tilting it up to look into his face, not that he could really see hers. "As long as this harness is on you, you're mine."
Xerxes's smug countenance did not falter at the claim. "Sure y'can handle me, sweetheart?"
"Oh, I know I can." Ketna delivered the claim with enough believable confidence, but she knew she was very much out of her element.
She could 'handle' him, theoretically, if she could just figure out what to do with him. The last time she had it planned out and it was brief, just make him eat her out then peg him. But this was both unplanned and more personal, she felt put on the spot to actually perform, when the last time it was necessary retaliation. The one thing she knew for certain was, whatever it was she did do, she would have to commit to it, since the real mood killer would be to hesitate or second guess her actions.
"For starters-" Ketna stated, releasing his chin and finally standing up from his chest, then strode over to Xerxes' back where she knew was an additional feature on the harness.
Using the straps hanging from the back of the harness to bind Xerxes arms to them, keeping them secure against his back. "No touching."
Ketna stood up from the act of strapping down Xerxes' arms when he interrupted her in the middle of walking away.
"What, not gonna gag me, too?"
Ketna stopped, kneeling back down to face Xerxes.
"No, I think your attempts to mouth off at me are amusing. Besides," Ketna took hold of Xerxes' chin again, to hold him in place as she brought her head close to the side, letting her voice ring breathy and sultry for a moment as she finished her statement. "I want to hear you beg."
With that said, Ketna mouthed her way down the side of Xerxes' neck, lifting her head from him upon reaching his shoulder. She could have sworn she felt a slight shiver from him as a result.
"Now then," Ketna pushed herself back up, taking hold of one of Xerxes' shoulder straps, yanking him up off the ground to his knees, then around to face the bed. "I want you to use that tongue of yours for something far more productive."
With Xerxes facing the correct direction she took the time to strip herself of her leggings and underwear, ensuring that she didn't undress directly in his field of vision before he was aware of what she was doing, leaving only her hooded tunic. Now rid of the desired garments she returned to Xerxes taking hold of the center harness strap to pull him close to where would be best, then sat herself down at the edge of the bed With one hand on the bed to be her support, the other she let rest on the back of Xerxes' head, guiding him between her legs.
"Y'sure y'know what you're doin' doll? Gettin' my teeth real close to some delicate parts."
Xerxes tilted his head against Ketna's leg, letting his fangs deliberately graze her thighs to make his point. Ketna didn't shy away from the action, instead wrapping a leg over his shoulder to pull him closer to her.
"What, I thought you liked being between my legs. You seemed awfully enthusiastic the last time i- " her voice caught in her throat as she felt his lick up between her lips, dragging purposefully against her clit.
Ketna glanced down only long enough to catch Xerxes' yellow eyes staring up at her, just before what he was doing to her was too much for her to keep focus. That momentary lock of eyes and look that he knew exactly what he was doing did almost as much for her as the brush of the tongue did. Between her lips, Xerxes' tongue made familiar motions, but different now that his jaw wasn't wedged in a gag like it had been last time. The tongue pushed its way inside, teasing the passage with firm strokes. It served as a warmup tease before pulling out and reaching back up to her apex.
Careful employment of his top teeth kept her lips apart enough to expose sensitive nerves to the tongue that rose to meet it. The first brush against it gained a whine from Ketna's throat encouraging him to continue doing just that. Broad laps brought heavy breaths with each stroke and Ketna's legs began to shake. A change to soft swirls against her clit caused her back to back to arc and body to tense. The hand at his head gripped at the base of his head plate, fingers digging in as she felt herself edged ever closer to that peak.
Again the tongue changed it's motion switching to a light flicking and finally the sensation was enough to send her over. Tense and shuddering from orgasm, Kenta bit her lip though it did little to help hide the gasping whines that Xerxes had coaxed out of her. Thighs clamped down hard in the throws of her orgasm but did nothing to deter Xerxes as he only kept forcing contact where he knew she was sensitive all through her climax.
Forcing Xerxes to stop was the most difficult thing Ketna had to do. What she wanted was for him to eat her out until she lost sense of her surroundings, but that was absolutely not something she could allow, not if she wanted to remain in control for this session. Xerxes himself didn't make it any easier, pushing back against her hand when she first attempted to push him away. Ketna caught the smirk on his face as she finally pushed him out of reach. He knew exactly what it was he was doing to her and was not helping her case. Why couldn't he be like this any other time they had been together.
Between heavy breaths, Ketna made an effort to regain her composure. "Good, good." She kept a foot braved against Xerxes' shoulder to keep his distance. "Glad to see you can follow orders correctly."
Ketna regained what sense of herself that she could, fighting back desire in order to command control again. "I saw you arrange some straps for me on the bed frame." She glanced behind her to the straps she was referring to. "I think it's time I make use of them."
"Yeah? And how y'plan t'do that?" Xerxes asked from his kneeling spot on the ground, not bothering to move.
"Putting you there, of course." Sliding off of the bed, Kenta took hold of the strap on Xerxes harness to hoist him up.
Xerxes didn't exactly make it easy on her, he was compliant to a point, but made it such that it forced her to bodily lift him. She could manage the weight fine enough, it was the height that was difficult. Her solution was to heft him up by his midsection, over her shoulder, walk to where she needed then toss Xerxes off from over her shoulder, onto the bed.
Once on the bed, the rest was easy. Raising him up by the harness strap she could connect the arm straps to the D-ring that rest in the middle for that specific purpose. Then to each of the legs there were accommodating adjustable leg straps she affixed to each thigh. Xerxes may have been obstinate about getting onto the bed but he didn't fight being secured to it once there. With Xerxes in place, Ketna had to figure out how to direct the activities.
Straddling over Xerxes, Ketna slid herself back over his pelvis but didn't let him penetrate her, yet. Instead she used her pelvis to flatten his dick down against him and grind on it, feeling his dick in between her lips. Slick from Xerxes tongue work before, it made grinding against his dick smooth and easy. Back and forth she slid her hips, angling them in such a way she could feel the subtle grooves of his dick against her clit, keeping up the steady pace until she finally came from the friction. Throughout it all, she kept her voice to herself, easy to do when she was the one in control. It wasn't a particularly strong orgasm, but it was pleasant enough, and she could continue with her next action without pause.
Having climaxed twice from external stimulation alone she was aching to have something inside her, and Xerxes seemed more than eager to be used for that. Using a hand to steady Xerxes' erection, Ketna lowered herself onto it slowly, guiding it into where she wanted it. Try as she might to keep her composure, Ketna couldn't help but sigh with satisfaction at the feeling of his dick as it sank into her, at least Xerxes' own groans made it difficult to hear.
The last time she rode his dick on top it was to get him off, now she was doing it for her own sake, or at least attempting to. While she preferred to be penetrated fast and hard, she could get herself off by other means, it would just take some time. Forcing Xerxes to wait was part of the goal.
Starting out slow she lifted her hips enough to pull herself halfway, then settled back down again, repeating in shallow motions. Every pass she angled her hips just a bit more till she felt Xerxes' dick grind against the right spot. With her body at the best angle, she was able to build a rhythm working herself against his dick. The closer she got to that peak, the more difficult it was to keep moving, speeding up then faltering each time she got closer, unintentionally edging her next climax.
"Y'havin' some difficulty there?"
Hearing Xerxes' voice again brought Ketna back to the reality of her action. She had managed to get this far without feeling self-conscious but now she was very acutely aware of her performance and how visible she was. She really wished she had asked if he had blindfolds for himself, this might have felt less awkward if he wasn't able to watch her.
"I know you, Y'can't get off unless I'm fuckin' yah." Xerxes seemed to pick up on her hesitation, and continued his taunting. "Give it up, let me out and I'll hammer your pussy real good."
Ketna was upset at how much the thought of what he was offering gave her a rush, it really was what she wanted. But that would have to wait, she set in to do this and he was testing her resolve, she was going to follow through.
"Please, I don't need your help to get myself off." Ketna rose off Xerxes hips and slammed herself back down against him, flexing internally to make the motion that much more impactful. "You're just upset you haven't cum, yet."
Xerxes' sucked the air in between his teeth, his back arching enough to show the act had the desired effect.
"I'll let you cum, eventually, you just need to be patient." Ketna continued to chide him. "It'll be more fun that way."
"Heh, y'didn't seem t'think it was so fun when I made ya wait back at the shindig." Xerxes smirked up at her, but there was a distinct strain in his voice.
"That's because you were being an ass." Ketna delivered her words in an exceptionally saccharin, sing-song tone. "Now, stay still and be a good toy for me."
With the challenge against her control having been dealt with, all she had to do now was back up her words with the act, and with the order it should shut up Xerxes long enough to do just that.
Knowing full well she wasn't getting off on internal stimulation alone, not like this, she employed the use of one of her hands to give the stimulation she knew would get her there. Still supported by her remaining arm on Xerxes' thigh, she let herself rise and fall a few more times on his dick slowly drifting back into the zone that had been interrupted.
The hand no longer supporting her drifted to her pelvis, resting on the mons to apply pressure in the way she was familiar with. That space on the flesh where she could feel behind the glans, a very practiced action she had employed for personal pleasure many times before. She had long since stopped moving but the pressure from Xerxes' dick inside her did more than enough to aid her state.
She was glad the ordeal hadn't disrupted her too much, while she wanted to make Xerxes wait she didn't want to spend too much time working on herself in direct view of him. Finding herself close, she brought the skin of her lips taught to access her clit, rolling a finger over the exposed gland in circular motions, finally setting her over. Ketna bit her lip, breathing heavily but making little noise as she shuddered in place. Knees buckled in, shaking along with her back in her effort to keep herself sitting upright. As the wave finally passed and her breathing began to slow, she opened her eyes to look down at Xerxes below her and the potential ramifications of her action washed over her.
She had effectively just masturbated herself on his dick, twice even, and somehow that felt more intimate than any of the other sexual exchanges they had shared, previously. While she may have control in action, in doing so she had been handing Xerxes a lot of intimate details about the way she liked to be touched. Even if he had an idea already, this was so much more explicit. It was a good thing her eyes were covered, it would have clearly shown just how awkward she really felt.
Masturbatory display aside, there was another potential folly that dawned on her that she had only narrowly avoided. It sure was a good thing she didn't rile him up enough that her own climax would have sent him over before she wanted him to, that wouldn't have been ideal. God, she was so bad at this.
"Oh, were you hoping to cum." She said, as though it was something intentional.
Xerxes huffed a laugh in response. "I coulda made ya cum hard'n-"
A foot rose and caught Xerxes under the jaw, not a strike, just pressure to shove his lower jaw to the top of his mouth and temporarily stop his taunting.
"Oh shut up, I know you're frustrated and deflecting."
"Thought y'said y'liked my mouthin' off." Xerxes spoke through the pressure against his lower jaw. "Let me fuck a real orgasm outta ya."
After an exasperated sigh, Ketna removed her foot from Xerxes, returning it to the position it was before.
"Are you sure that's what you want?" Reaching behind her, Ketna dipped her hand below between Xerxes' legs, finding the familiar part of synthetic lips she had penetrated once in the past. "When I could do this instead."
Xerxes' hips tilted to the feel of the fingers against it, and Ketna responded by more deliberately massaging the lips below them.
"You've missed my fingers, haven't you?" Ketna teased, sliding her fingers around and between the lips, but not entering directly, yet. "Wouldn't you like me inside you, again?"
"Yes, fuck, if y'gonna do it just do it!" Xerxes strained at the binds on his legs.
"Mmm I don't know, that really doesn't sound like you want it, to me." Ketna teased, edging him a little more both in word and dipping in a finger just enough before pulling it back out, hoping his next response would be a bit more compliant.
"Please, just, finger my pussy."
"There we go, Good boy." Ketna praised him, while inwardly surprised she got a 'please' out of him as well.
She let her fingers slide in slowly and carefully feeling their way, teasing the entrance and gliding back down inside. This time she didn't do anything with his dick other than let it remain inside her, while her fingers did the work. She could feel his dick twitch inside her every time she ground her fingers against the right spot inside his passage.
"Doesn't this feel nice?" Ketna spoke sweetly. "My fingers grinding inside you, with your dick buried deep in my cunt." She flexed inside against his dick to make a point. "I could make you cum just like this. Wouldn't that feel so good?"
"Yes, fuuuuck" Xerxes seemed to attempt thrusting into Ketna as she sat on him but binding of his legs made it difficult to do anything significant for either party.
All the while Ketna continued her fingering. Paying careful attention to Xerxes' heavy breaths, and the slight growing tension, she waiting for his tells, watching him fall just before giving in, and then-
"Mmm I don't think so." Ketna abruptly withdrew her fingers from Xerxes, while lifting herself off of his dick at the same time.
"FUUUCK!" Xerxes shouted at loss of stimulus, while his hips attempted to rise with her but to no avail.
Ketna chuckled at the sight of Xerxes panting and straining in his binds.
"I told you, I wanted to hear you beg, and that was hardly enough begging." She informed him before she walked away from the bed, making her way to her bag. "Besides, I don't think you've earned the right to cum inside me."
From her bag, she retrieved the strap-on that Xerxes both didn't but absolutely did request she bring. She even made the extra effort to bring lube along with her to make the penetration easier, just in case. It was a matter of forethought she didn't think he would truly appreciate, but it really wasn't within her instincts to be cruel, at least within reason. The strap itself offered her no personal feedback, but that was intentional, there was no way she'd be able to keep up with penetrating him if she was also being stimulated.
When she turned around to return to the bed, she could see Xerxes was straining to watch where she was going. Ketna suspected he already knew what she was doing but she attempted to be discreet about it for the effect. Again she wished for that blindfold, maybe next time, if there was a next time. For now she had to focus on the next act. Sliding the strap on at the foot of the bed and coating its shaft with enough lube she ready herself between his legs.
"I know my fingers were good but I've got something that'll be even better." Ketna guided the shaft to Xerxes' entrance letting the tip rest against it without entering. "You want this, don't you?"
"Goddamnit YES, would you just fuck me?" Xerxes threw his head back in frustrated desperation, straining his hip to make any sort of contact with the strap just in reach.
"Are you sure you want it? I really can't tell." Ketna rocked the strap between Xerxes' lips without penetrating them. "You were so vague when you asked me to bring this, I really need to be sure."
"Please, yes, whateverthefuck you wanna hear. Shove that thing in my pussy and fuck me. Make me cum. Please." Xerxes held more raw desperation in his voice than Ketna had heard him before, sufficient enough for what she wanted.
"Awww, you're so pent up, aren't you?" She slid the strap in slowly, watching Xerxes body react to the penetration. "Don't worry, I'll make you feel so much better."
Her first few thrusts were slow, not specifically to drag it on, but to get a feel for the motion and find that angle that made it hit just right. After some adjustment she thrust in with some force, ushering a pleasurable grunt from Xerxes, from there she kept an aggressive, steady pace.
"Do you want me to touch you?" Ketna traced her fingers about Xerxes' hips, teasing the base of his dick without touching it directly.
"YES, fuck." Xerxes' exclamation was exasperated by his attempt to tilt his hip in the direction of either hand.
"You're not in the place for making demands, right now," Ketna slowed her thrusts for just a moment to emphasize his place with a hard, deep thrust back into him. "I know you're not so far gone you haven't forgotten your manners already."
Xerxes panted a bit before he respond. "Please- Please stroke my cock."
"Good Boy." Ketna answered in sweet, melodious praise letting her hand drift from Xerxes' pelvis to his shaft sliding her fingers up delicately before grasping around it firmly.
Xerxes' head fell to the side, gasping a moan when he felt her touch envelop him. It was sometimes difficult to tell when it came to the smaller shivers but Ketna thought she caught one roll through him as she grasped him.
With his dick in her hand, she continued to tease him, sliding her thumb over it's head while she picked up the pace, thrusting the strap hard into him. It wasn't long before she caught the tension in his thighs and the laboured gasps that were familiar to her.
"That's it, cum for me, sweetheart." While the petname was a deliberate reversal of what he called her, the way she said it rang more sincere than she should have allowed it to.
Whether her timing was just that good, or her words set him off, Ketna would never know, but Xerxes came with a loud rumbling groan at her bidding. Already prepared for it, her hand cupped the head of his dick, catching the cum in her palm as he came. Using that cum she slid her hand down his dick, the new cum providing ample lubrication. Xerxes lurched in response to her grip against his shaft, sensitive from his recent climax. She had paused the motion with her strap only just long enough for Xerxes to catch his breath, then thrust it deep into him, again.
"I know that's not all you want, you want more, don't you." She stated with the thrust.
Every stroke over his shaft caused Xerxes to huff and strain in his binds, likely over-sensitive from having just climaxed a moment ago. None of his responses seemed to indicate he was against the act and he did turn down the safe-word, so Ketna saw no reason to stop. In a way she knew she was expressing what she wanted. To be tied down, fucked through over-sensitivity, with intimate care taken to pay attention to her wants and pleasures. He really didn't deserve this kindness, but if it resulted in making him more amicable, it wasn't the worst thing she could do.
Having kept him at a high past his initial orgasm, she was aware that he would very likely cum faster than he did the first time around. In order to ensure her timing was right, she had to remain vigilant to his tension and pitch of his voice among his moans. In a brief moment of consideration, while in the midst of pumping his dick and still trying to keep her thrusts steady, Ketna followed an impulse to lean forward and plant a kiss on Xerxes above his hip before she encouraged him again.
"You're close aren't you?" She spoke with kind, coaxing words, marking them with another kiss lifting herself from his torso. "Come on, let go, let me see you cum, again."
She was pretty certain he really did respond to her words, as they were met by another loud outcry followed by shuddering orgasm.
"Good boy." Ketna coo'd again as Xerxes' hips rose to meet her hand, which like before, cupped and massaged the head of his dick keeping her motions against him slick with his own cum.
This action proved to be more effective than the last time, as Xerxes only strained more, louder than he had been the first time. The bed's frame creaked in response to the force that his thrash provided but it held. It must have been a hard orgasm, as she could feel the internal resistance resonating down the strap inside him. All the more reason to continue harassing him.
Unlike last time, she didn't give him a pause, thrusting into him fast and hard all through it, his dick was provided no reprieve, either. Two orgasms in and her relentless stimulation had Xerxes on a high she was very personally familiar with, cynically, she wondered if he even appreciated any of this effort she was putting into this for him.
Xerxes' next orgasm hit much quicker than the last, Ketna didn't have time to say anything to him. The third consecutive orgasm had left him more strained than the last time she had overstimulated him and fucked him into submission.
This time with his climax, Ketna ceased her actions, permitting Xerxes to catch his breath and cool down. His body was shuddering more than she had ever seen. It was enough to even think the after effects made him cute. Clearly, she must have done something right. But all the effort and attention on him and what she was doing to him had her wishing to be in his place and it made her needy. Considering the offer he had made to her earlier, to pin her down and fuck her hard, she aimed to facilitated that. She deserved to get something for herself out of this.
Sliding the strap out from inside Xerxes she unfastened it from her own hips, letting it drop to the ground as she had no intention of using it any more that night.
"After all that talk, in the end you caved so easily." Ketna taunted, letting hands trail the plates and grooves about Xerxes' hips.
Hands drifted from hip to his center, a palm brushed over the dick that lay flat against him. Having been left alone it had begun to relax but it responded favorably to her touch, she caught the sound of sharp breath from Xerxes as she laid her palm across it.
"You begged for me, came for me-"
She lingered there a moment, gripping it from the top then sliding down the shaft, only to let it go when reaching the base. From there, her hands slid down sliding fingers where the hips met thigh, massaging into what would be the synthetic skin and tendons that connected the legs to the hips. From there she could see each leg strap within reach.
"And even now you still want me to do it again, don't you. You enjoy it-"
One by one, she undid the straps at the thighs, letting Xerxes's legs free. No longer needed there, she walked around the bed reaching a hand over to trail across Xerxes dick from base to tip then leave to trace fingers from his midsection to his chest. When she reached the center harness she hoisted him from the bed.
"After all that, can you really go back? Do you even want to go back?"
Raised from the bed, she used the other hand to undo the straps that held his arms to the back of the harness then dropped him back down on the bed, though left her hand at his chest. When she finished she turned her head to look him in the eye.
Xerxes yanked his arms out from under him, rolling the shoulders. "There a point to all this?" He seemed to know she was looking at him even if he couldn't see it.
There was a different tension in the air now. The kind that felt like it could go sour if she said the wrong thing. "Do you really think you're still in control?"
Xerxes' hand snapped up and took hold of Ketna's arm on his chest. He leaned in forward, testing the pressure she was applying against him. "I know I fuckin' am." He spoke with deliberate confidence.
"Then show me."
Unbuckling the front of the harness was like setting a rabid dog loose. Full of pent up sexual tension and whatever it was he held in his head he retaliated swiftly taking fast hold of her waist. Spinning Ketna around, Xerxes slammed her to the ground front-first wasting no time getting his dick inside her with as much force as he had pinned her. Ketna moaned audibly at the aggressive penetration, sating a craving she had wanted.
"Yeah, you like that doncha." His hip pulled back and slammed in to make a point. "Y'put on a good act but we both know you're just a desperate little cocksleeve aren't ya. Say it, beg me t'fuck ya into th'ground."
"Yes, please, God." Ketna gasped out, recovering from the mild winding. "Fuck me." She groaned into the carpet, every part of her desperate to be completely taken.
"That's what I thought." Hearing the admission he wanted, Xerxes railed into the woman below him fast and hard.
Having been on her own high thinking about this exact thing, Ketna didn't last long, a few rough thrusts in the right spot and body shuddered from hip to head. Ketna's climax this soon into it caught Xerxes off guard, causing him to slow and falter momentarily, but it wasn't enough to set him over just yet.
"That good, huh." Xerxes huffed then returned to his aggressive pace.
On the high from the previous climax, the return of the hard thrusts inside her kept Ketna on the high she wanted. Every gasp and moan she made grew louder as that tension inside her built higher again. Xerxes likewise began to grow more ragged in breath close to his own release.
"Gonna cum again?" Xerxes panted between thrusts, feeling the start of Ketna's tension in his grasp. "You're sucha greedy bitch."
This time as Ketna felt the heat of orgasm rush through, Xerxes fell to the coaxing of her grip against his dick and came with her. Along with that final slam into her, holding fast to her hips, he bit at her shoulder, pinning her down as he finished inside.
For a time, Xerxes held Ketna's hips to his, keeping the two of them close together time while the aftershocks began to fade. Absent of the sound of moaning and sex, there wasn't much in the air but stillness and breathing between the two of them. Ketna roused when she felt a broad tongue brush over the shoulder she had been bitten into, then felt his mass lift from her back. Raising herself onto her elbows now that the weight was gone, she almost didn't notice the hand in her periphery, held silently in front of her.
Pausing in her motion, she glanced up at Xerxes, not that he could see it, studying him and then the hand. Cautiously, she took the hand offered to her, and to her surprise, he aided her in lifting her to her feet. His face regarded her quietly, studying maybe, almost waiting for something, only to drop her hand without much fanfare, and walk away.
"Y've cased the place before, y'know where the shower is." He spoke this without glancing back at her, while walking out of the room.
Ketna wasn't exactly hurt or 'bothered' by the flatness, but she was perplexed, enough to stand there trying to account for what exactly might be going through Xerxes head at this time. It wasn't like she had to figure him out, but knowing what to expect in the future was important for other encounters, especially if something like this was more than a one-off. He was right though, she did know where the closest bathroom was.
She didn't get a shower so much as clean off, taking a full shower here didn't feel safe but she wasn't about to put her pants back on without cleaning up. Upon inspection of her shoulder, the bite didn't appear as deep as she suspected, which meant it was an act to keep her in place not one out of anger, which was a good sign, in theory.
Once finished with sorting herself, Ketna followed the sound of glass clinking and other clamoring bringing her to the kitchen. There, Xerxes had an array of spirits and fixings on the counter of the kitchen. He held a shaker in his hand, which he addressed her with as she walked past the threshold.
"Makin' Cocktails, y'want one?" He poured the contents of the shaker into a glass in front of him.
It was like nothing in the last couple hours had ever happened, and they were stuck in this strange liminal space waiting for reality to kick in again.
"No thanks, water is fine."
"What, y' afraid'a getting shitfaced around me?" He taunted with a smirk before he knocked back the whole glass as though it were a shot.
"No, I can't get drunk so there's no point."
"So what y'gotta high tolerance, doesn't mean you can't get drunk."
Ketna sighed as though she was giving into a demand while leaning an arm on the counter, motioning to the kitchen in the process.
"Give me the highest proof thing you got, I don't care if it's rated for cyborgs, as long as it's the strongest liquor you have."
She didn't have to prove this to him, there was no pressing requirement for her to do so, she simply wanted to.
Brows raised on one set of Xerxes eyes before uttering a bemused, short laugh, then turned to search a cabinet. He procured a simple, unassuming bottle of clear spirit, tossing it to Ketna, who caught it without much trouble.
"Y'need a glass, doll?"
"Nope."
Intending to make a statement, Ketna opted to drink straight from the bottle itself, upon removing the top. Downing the clear, burning liquid at a steady, careful pace, not stopping until the contents were finally drained. The bottle was set back down heavily on the marble counter, not enough to shatter it, just to make it loud.
"This shouldn't take long." She muttered out loud, leaning forward on the counter with one arm and bottle still in the other hand, waiting for a hint of its effects.
Xerxes didn't say anything but went to work gathering other bottles and glasses, foregoing the mixer to pour himself a round of shots and watch the effects of what was about to unfold.
Ketna rarely ever drank much in her life but she was familiar enough with the effects to know what would happen. The only time she did was to see her limits and the extent of it's hold, calculated assessments as opposed to anything recreational.
She held up a hand the moment she felt the slight hint of wooziness begin to creep up on her. For the proof she had been given, she suspected it to linger maybe five minutes at most, but as she waited it out it began to hit her harder than anticipated. Her hand dropped back to the counter to stabilize herself, while also shifting her footing to be more stable.
"Y'havin a problem there, Sweetheart?" Xerxes asked in a sort of mock sweetness, then downed one of his shots.
"Nope." Ketna kept her response short and simple, to avoid the potential to slur.
This was different, the intoxication hung around with a certain intensity she hadn't felt before, and there was a strange alertness under that. The bottle had absolutely been laced with something, but her focus, not to mention her vision, was too disoriented to actually read the bottle to check what was in it. She probably would have toppled over were she made to walk but holding onto the counter kept her stable.
As it had become obvious the alcohol was starting to hit, Xerxes attempted to pry more out in the form of conversation. "So when I getta see yah without the' mask?"
She giggled while continuing to stare at the counter. "Never."
"Tch never? C'mooon, y'gotta cave some time." Xeres hovered over his line of shots, waiting for a response.
Ketna lifted her head, saying the first instinctive thing that came to her mind. "When you gonna call me by my name?"
Xerxes opened his mouth to speak but Ketna loudly interrupted.
"And I don't mean-" she dropped voice a few octaves lower to continue. "Hey Ketna I'm saying ya fuckin' name right now." Ketna used a druken imitation of a New York accent to accentuate the point she was trying to imitate Xerxes, then went back into her regular speaking voice. "Cus you're a fuckin' smartass and that's exactly what you'll do. No, No, I mean when you gonna say it and mean it."
"That it? I just gotta say your fuckin' name some time?"
Ketna hung her head, shaking it, laughing. "No that's not it, you fuckin-" She snapped her head back up to address Xerxes, again. "It's a fucking trick question, Genius. I didn't say 'when you gonna address me by cover', I said when you gonna address me by my name. Y'don't even know what my real name is. Ergo, Never." The more Ketna spoke the more she seemed to drop particular annunciations, but not exactly slur her words.
"Then gimmie you're name, maybe I'll do that." Xerxes smirked then grabbed another shot.
Ketna lifted her hand from the bottle's neck and dragged it over her face while she laughed. "I'm Drunk, not Wasted, fucker. I'm not gonna just spill that. I know a thing er two about keepin' my head in altered brain states."
She lifted the bottle from the counter, as she made her next statement. "I know this is laced with somethin' and you think you're real slick slidin' me the bottle, but jokes on you. I knew you'd pull somethin' like that but I knew, that I could fuckin handle literally whatever it was you handed me. Cus there isn't a fuck'n thing out there I haven't got a tolerance to. Not a single thing I haven't run through my veins."
She sat the bottle back down. "Cus with the amount of people that want me dead-" She chuckled at the statement. "You should know, you're one of them-" She gave a knowing look behind her mask with a subtle head tilt in Xerxes' direction. "Gotta be prepared for things to go wrong, for people to fuck you over. That's just how the business is, gotta be ahead of the game cus the moment you stop you're dead, you know that."
"Heh, If you know I wanna kill ya then why do y'keep fuckin' me." Xerxes picked up another glass from the counter and held it in his hand, waiting for an answer.
"I'm a predator, you're a predator." She motioned to herself then Xerxes with the neck of the bottle to emphasize her point. "I'm attracted to fuckin' predators." She blurted out before she let herself think. "And I don't mean sexual predator, I mean like, top of the food chain, carnivore predator. Apex predators."
Xerxes, within the time Ketna had blurted her answer, had downed another shot and looked particularly smug about it. Following that, he chuffed at the claim. "You're a predator?"
"Of course, I'm a predator." She caught herself before her impulsiveness got the better of her and motivated her to elaborate on things that were better kept to herself. "I just make my prey.. other predators." She smirked to herself, amused by her own answer.
"And that's as much ego-stroking you're gonna get out of me." Slowly she felt the clarity of her annunciation return to her and her equilibrium had begun to level out.
"Yeah.. I think that's run its course." Ketna announced casually. "Damn, that stuck around." She spoke out loud, giving a big sigh. While Ketna wasn't entirely sober, it had waned down to a manageable buzz, but it would be on it's way out soon enough.
Now that her vision was mostly clear, she tilted the bottle of which she held by the neck, reading the label she didn't even bother inspecting until that moment. Xerxes had indeed offered her something cyborg grade, not only was it an exceptionally high proof but upon further inspection of the label it was laced with an amphetamine, which both explained how hard it hit and why the woozines felt different from usual. But like any other substance, she processed it just as fast as the rest.
"As I was saying- Not fucking worth it." Ketna let go of the bottle and pushed herself off the counter, not caring to linger in this space much longer. She already made a very poor decision, she didn't need to encourage another.
"Seemed fuckin' worth it t'me." Xerxes began stacking the cups from the empty shots, a 'tally' of whatever it was he was keeping track of.
Ketna already turned to leave and didn't bother looking back. "Of course it did." She answered with resigned exasperation. "Goodnight, Xerxes." She gave a little wave while walking away toward the balcony she arrived from.