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whatstruthgottodowithit · 10 months

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Playing Favourites

Fandom: Elvis Presley, American Actor, Elvis Movie RPF

Pairing: Elvis Presley x Female Reader x Memphis Mafia

Characters: Elvis Presley, Female Reader, Jerry Schilling, Red West, Sonny West, Steve Binder, Joe Esposito, Lamar Fike

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 5400

Summary: You help the boys realise they need to be more appreciative.

Tags/Warnings: Sex, Oral Sex, Blowjobs, Blowjob Competition, Cunnilingus, Arguing, Teasing, Fluff, Light Dom/Sub, Group Sex, Reverse Harem, Kisses, Established Relationship, Reader and Elvis Are Married, Wife Sharing,

Notes: Another smutttttty Saturday. Here ya go <3

LINK TO MADE FOR THE MAFIA

As you eyed the remaining dregs in the coffee pot you sighed. There had been enough in it for one cup and though you were starting to feel tired you didn’t bother making another, instead, you carried the one you had managed to squeeze out towards the front of the bus where Lamar was stationed. After all his need was greater than yours. You had been driving for about three days, heading home to Memphis, and though you had stopped off at various motels along the way you had also been cramped up inside the tour bus for a significant amount of time too. Which meant very little sleep especially since the boys had been riding on a high to finally be going home – away from Elvis’ gruelling filming schedule. And though you had been tired and time in the van could get a little rowdy you hadn’t minded because it meant you got to spend time with Elvis. It wasn’t always alone but you didn’t care. ‘Here,’ you said tapping Lamar’s shoulder which nabbed his attention. He turned his eyes from the road to glance at you, noting the coffee cup in your hand before he reached a hand off the steering wheel and took it from you. ‘Thanks,’ he said taking a sip with a sigh of relief. ‘No problem,’ you said, ‘you alright up here?’ ‘Yeah, I’m not too bad,’ he shrugged. You didn’t sit down though you felt you probably should. You felt bad for him sitting all up front on his own but you had no desire to sit and watch the sprawling highway pass by – not when you could be sitting with your husband. ‘If you need a break I can ask Elvis if we can stop,’ you said. ‘Nah it’s alright,’ he said glancing at you, ‘he told me he didn’t want to stop tonight so better to keep going.’ ‘Well, if you want one of them to come swap just holler. You shouldn’t be doing all of the work,’ you said. ‘Thanks,’ he said with a chuckle, ‘but from the way they’ve been carrying on tonight I’m not sure I want them drivin’ me around. I’d like to make it home in one piece, wouldn’t you?’ ‘I suppose so,’ you giggled. It was true, given that there was no plan to stop at any motel which meant no hauling everything on and off the bus the boys had relaxed which meant most of them were now pie-eyed and rosy-cheeked. Still, you were sure it wasn’t anything a stiff coffee wouldn’t shift if Lamar needed it to. You patted him on the shoulder and headed back down towards the seating area.

You could hear them as you approached, their voices carrying down the narrow walkway as you headed towards the back of the bus, and though they were loud and seemingly arguing you knew it wasn’t one of anger. As you pulled back the curtain you found them as you had left them gathered around the pull-down table playing poker though most of them were watching Jerry and Sonny. ‘No way,’ Sonny scoffed as you wiggled your way past Elvis so you could slip back into your seat, tapping his hand as it placed a playful smack on your ass as it passed his line of sight. As you sat back down beside him he placed a hand on your thigh allowing you to rest your head on his shoulder as you became another spectator. ‘I’m telling you man, one good punch and he could have it,’ Jerry said ‘Ali’s too quick. Can’t land a good punch if what you’re punching ain’t there,’ Sonny reasoned. ‘Frazier will play the long game,’ Jerry said, ‘trust me.’ ‘Oh, because you’re such a boxing expert,’ Sonny snorted raising an eyebrow that made a chuckle run through the boys. ‘I was on my high school boxing team,’ Jerry said with an air of pride. ‘What as the water boy?’ Sonny ribbed. ‘Heavyweight champ actually,’ Jerry corrected. ‘All that bulking up you would think you’re trying to compensate for something,’ Sonny said with a smirk on his face that widened as the boys broke into laughter. It was like their own boxing match was in play and though Jerry stood firm Sonny was quicker, his jabs landing as soon as the words had left Jerry’s mouth. It made you feel bad for the younger man. ‘Oh I don’t think there’s much I have to compensate for,’ Jerry said, you could see he was trying not to let the jibes bother him but you also knew how sensitive he could be which made you hope Sonny would give up soon, ‘besides I saw the car you just bought. You don’t think that’s compensating?’ ‘Least I’m bigger than you,’ Sonny said cockily. ‘That’s not true,’ you heard a voice say and as six pairs of eyes fell your way you realised it was your own.

You didn’t know where it had come from, you hadn’t even made a conscious effort to say anything and as you watched the men eye you in various states of mirth and shock you wished you hadn’t.

‘What?’ Joe asked looking between you and the boys at the end of the table. He looked agog, unable to process your words and looking as if he was waiting for you to say he’d misunderstood. As you looked at Elvis however you found he was watching you with a shit-eating grin, his eyebrows raised as he waited for you to explain the mess you had gotten yourself in. ‘Jerry’s bigger…actually he’s bigger than all of you,’ you said figuring there was no point in lying now though you were sure your cheeks turned beet red as you uttered the words nestling into Elvis who wrapped his arm around you, his fingertips dancing along your waist as he chuckled. The rest of them stayed silent for a moment before Joe looked at the pair of you and said, ‘son of a bitch. It’s true?’ ‘Fraid so,’ Elvis said. ‘I thought the bastards were playing with me,’ he said shaking his head, ‘they ain’t?’ ‘Perks of being single,’ Elvis shrugged. ‘Yeah, we didn’t think Joanie would appreciate the offer, do you?’ Red said. ‘What you too?’ he said looking to Red flabbergasted. ‘Wait, am I missing something here?’ Steve said. As he spoke you flushed deeper crimson – suddenly realising that the table housed not just members of the mafia but other friends too. Though your extra marital activities had apparently become a loosely kept secret amongst the boys you hadn’t really cared. They knew not to talk of details explicitly in front of those who weren’t involved and though the others were sure to suspect, judging by Joe’s agog expression, they didn’t really know for sure and as friends you knew they’d never say anything. Steve Binder however was another matter altogether. After finishing his Christmas Special [though it had ended up mostly a Christmas Special by name only] Elvis had invited him to join you in Memphis for a week of relaxation. He had melded into the group seamlessly though now you were wondering if he had realised just what he had gotten himself into.

‘Uh, let’s just say the boys and I have a little arrangement,’ Elvis said glancing at you. Steve looked at you and then at each of the boys who were all watching them with various smug smiles on their faces, apart from Joe who’s mind still seemed to be boggling. ‘You? And…them?’ he said looking back at you. You didn’t say anything but apparently the glance towards the boys was enough to confirm it for him as he said, ‘fuck me.’ ‘She might if you ask nicely Stevie,’ Red chuckled earning a kick in the shin from Elvis though he ignored him, rolling his eyes.

‘Anyway,’ Sonny said, ‘that’s not the point of the conversation.’ ‘Oh yeah and what is?’ Elvis said. ‘Who’s bigger,’ he replied as if it was obvious, ‘because I ain’t having I ain’t packin.’ ‘I didn’t say that. It’s just that Jerry’s bigger,’ you said wondering how the words slipped off your tongue so easily. It had always struck you as odd how the boys could talk of things like this as if they were discussing the weather. Now it seemed as though you’d been spending too much time in their company as your blasé attitude oozed out. ‘Then who?’ he asked in a tone you could’ve sworn he was a minute away from pouting like a bratty child. ‘Elvis,’ you said making your husband offer his friend a shit-eating grin. ‘Then?’ he asked. ‘You and Red are tied,’ you shrugged. ‘Well then who’s your favourite,’ Sonny asked apparently not feeling good about joint third place. ‘As if you even have to ask that,’ Elvis scoffed pressing a kiss to your temple, ‘right doll?’ ‘Of course,’ you giggled looking up at him as you traced a finger along his jaw, ‘I’d know you anywhere.’ ‘Oh yeah?’ Sonny said earning your attention, ‘and what about us? Y’know since you’re such an expert.’ ‘I think I could give it a fair good shot,’ you shrugged. ‘Wanna bet?’ Sonny asked. You didn’t know why you weren’t bothered by his teasing. You didn’t know why you weren’t embarrassed openly discussing the fact that out of the six men at the table four of them had had their way with you, especially seeing as Joe and Steve were watching you wide-eyed. Maybe it was because you had been spending so much time with the boys their nature for teasing had rubbed off on you. Or maybe it was because you could feel a little pulse in your core as everyone watched you in anticipation. But as they did you could feel that throb get a little worse. Which is probably why you leant forward and said, ‘what did you have in mind?’

✵✵✵ ‘So we’re all clear on the rules right?’ Elvis said looking between his friends. You were on your knees now, stationed in front of the curtain as the boys looked towards you mumbling their agreement though Elvis continued, ‘thirty seconds each, no more, no less. And don’t be pretending you don’t hear Joe callin’ time either.’ ‘Oh don’t worry boss. I’m sure he’ll be countin’ down to the millisecond, right Joey?’ Sonny asked. ‘I’m the only one who ain’t getting his pecker sucked. Gotta give me some fun,’ he said. You felt bad for Joe being left out but you had all soon realised that there was no way you could trust the boys to tell you the truth. Not when the bet came with the stipulation that whoever won got a wish no questions asked. Not to mention Joanie was a good friend of yours, you’d crossed many lines in the past few months, but that wasn’t one you were willing to.

‘And no tryin’ to throw me off either,’ you said sternly, ‘don’t think I won’t know.’ ‘Oh I’m sure you will honey,’ Elvis chuckled, ‘but that means you can't do anything to cheat either.’ ‘Like what?’ you asked. ‘Touchin’ for one thing,’ Jerry said. ‘He’s right, you do get a little bit handsy baby,’ Elvis said making you scowl which earned a chuckle ‘in fact I think we might have to tie your hands behind your back. For safety.’ ‘What am I going to have to be blindfolded as well?’ you asked. ‘It’s not a bad idea,’ Sonny said, ‘what do you say, princess?’ ‘Fine,’ you grumbled. Sonny nodded and moved past you and through the curtain appearing a moment later with two of Elvis’ silk scarves. He knelt behind you, pulling your arms behind your back a lot gentler than expected as he wrapped the soft material around your wrists until they were tied in a knot. However, as he moved around to your front Elvis came towards you and offered his hand out for the remaining scarf in his friend's hand.

Once Sonny handed it over and he came to stand in front of you. You leant up off of your knees eye level with his crotch which you hadn’t failed to notice was significantly more tent like that before. You went to reach your hands out without thinking, suddenly realising you were bound which made you pout.

‘You alright there Satnin?’ he asked, his finger tracing down your face which made you squirm. ‘Be better if I could touch,’ you pouted. ‘I bet,’ he smirked, ‘but that would be cheating.’ ‘Like you boys don’t have any dirty tricks up your sleeves,’ you said. ‘Us? Never,’ he chuckled though his joke was punctuated by a look behind his eyes. One that was waiting for you to reassure him, to let him know you were okay. You nodded, just enough for him to get the picture, which made his smile grow deeper. ‘Close your eyes, princess,’ he said stepping forward as he placed the loose material onto your face, his large hands swooping behind your neck until it was tied. But where you expected him to pull back he didn’t, instead, he leaned down and pressed a tender kiss to your lips, his hand caressing your face gently. As he pulled back you were breathless, the throb inside you worsening, and though you could no longer see him you were sure he was smirking. Now that you were unable to see your mind went into overdrive. You could hear every ruffle of clothing being shifted, every movement as they tried to get themselves where they needed to. You could feel your chest heaving as you waited for them to approach the damp heat between your legs worsening with anticipation. You could hear the low murmur of them no doubt arranging who would go first. ‘You ready doll?’ you heard Elvis ask further away from you than you wanted. ‘Yes,’ you said into the open air. You could hear movement, the first man no doubt coming towards you and though you strained to decipher from footfall alone you found it damn near impossible. As they landed in front of you, the heat from their body radiating off them, you licked your lips in anticipation, opening your mouth just a touch. When it finally touched your mouth you opened it wider, allowing him to slide down to the back of your throat almost completely on the first thrust. He wasn’t overly long or thick but with every thrust he almost made you gag. They were sharp, fast thrusts, uncaring and rough. You clocked who it was almost immediately after all out of all of them he was your least favourite to blow. Red. ‘Time,’ Joe said from where he was sitting beside you and though his actions weren’t gentle he stopped right away, pulling out of your mouth and moving away. The next man was gentler despite being bigger in size and length. He didn’t barrel straight in but instead, he teased your lips for a moment, allowing you to swirl your tongue around his tip the salty sweetness of his arousal coating your lips before he eased in. You knew immediately who it was. Still not wanting to get cocky you allowed him to move at his own pace, something you knew would be killing him, especially as you ran your tongue along that sweet spot at his base which elicited a strangled grunt. When his time was up you couldn’t help but smile. This one you were certain was Elvis, after all out of all of you this was the dance you’d done the most. The third man felt unfamiliar, unsure of himself and reserved. He was long and on the skinnier side, but his movements felt timid as if he wasn’t truly sure of what he was allowed to be doing. This one you were sure was Steve since he had been added to the group as an anomaly, something to test if you were truly bullshitting. Still familiar with him or not you tried to make him feel good not that the thirty seconds leant much time to do that. The fourth man was as gentle as Elvis but where your husband was built like a coke bottle he was long and narrower. But unlike Elvis he seemed to let you go at your pace. He didn’t move much, allowing you to work your mouth around him, taking in every inch he had to offer as you hollowed your cheeks around him. At that his hand flew to your hair, knotting in it gently. ‘No touching man,’ you heard Joe say, no doubt triggered by silently mouthed protests across the room, which caused his fingers to immediately leave residence from your scalp. A second or so later he called time and the man was removed quicker than you anticipated leaving a string of drool down your chin you couldn’t reach to wipe away. Fortunately, he swiped his finger gently across your lip catching everything that had gathered. A touch you were sure was Jerry. Though you had been sure the last man must’ve been Sonny it didn’t take you long to confirm it. He was built similarly to Red and though his movements were a touch gentler you could tell this wasn’t about you. If anything you didn’t even think this was about him as the way he moved his hips suggested he was trying to throw you off. It was the nail in the coffin on your guess. As he pulled out you were left kneeling there, going over your guesses in your mind for about thirty seconds before you felt someone tap your shoulder to let you know they were there before their fingers worked the knots on your bindings. Once your hands were free you pulled your blindfold off. Most of them were now seated, no doubt trying to mask the uncomfortable situations they were now sporting below the belt. Elvis however was standing in front of you, the outline of his cock pressing against his pants where he’d tucked himself back in much to your chagrin. He offered you a hand to help you up and you took it, but he pulled you up quickly until you were smacked against his side, a playful smirk on his lips. ‘How was that doll?’ he asked watching you closely. ‘Easy as pie,’ you smirked. ‘Is that right?’ he asked with a smirk that made the throb that had been chugging along inside you radiate again. Except it was worse this time. You weren’t bound. And his fingers were rubbing small circles on your waist making you long for them elsewhere. In fact, it made you long for him, just him. You were pulled from that thought though as Sonny said, ‘go on then smarty pants.’ ‘You ready to lose?’ you asked cockily. ‘Doubt it’ll be us losing but go on,’ he said. ‘Red, E, Steve, Jerry and you,’ you said watching him closely as his smug smile faded. ‘You cheated,’ he said shaking his head as you looked at Elvis whose smirk only grew. ‘Am I right?’ you asked in a sickly-sweet voice. ‘You wouldn’t have been peeping now would you Satnin?’ he asked raising an eyebrow. You shook your head before looking at Joe and asking, ‘well?’ ‘Five for five,’ he said with a somewhat impressed and confused look on his face. ‘Aw hell,’ Sonny grumbled. ‘So, I win?’ you asked excitedly looking as the boys pouted - well all bar Elvis. ‘Yes baby, you win,’ he said with a chuckle as he pulled you into him pressing a kiss to your temple. ‘What do I get?’ you asked with a cheeky smile as you placed your hand on his chest. ‘Well, we said a wish no questions asked,’ Elvis shrugged. ‘Well I have some questions,’ Sonny protested warning himself a glare from the pair of you. ‘You agreed Son,’ Elvis said firmly in a voice that made that throb rev again. ‘I wasn’t being serious,’ Sony said making you roll your eyes. ‘Like you wouldn’t have made her do whatever we concocted if she’d had lost,’ Jerry said shoving him and receiving a shove back. Sonny looked disgruntled but as everyone was looking at him, he seemed to relent. ‘Fine,’ he grumbled, ‘but none of that fruity shit.’ ‘She gets what she wants fair and square,’ Elvis said irately though you didn’t fail to notice the hesitant looks on Joe and Steve’s face as they wondered what Sonny was on about. ‘I’m just saying’,’ Sonny said. ‘I didn’t hear you protesting the rules when you had your dick down the back of her throat,’ Elvis said. You could feel him becoming heated, something that threatened to impact the mood, so you placed your hand on his chest capturing his attention. ‘It’s okay,’ you said, his blue eyes met yours in an instant watching you closely before his irritation melted away. ‘You know what you want?’ he asked, you nodded. You could feel all eyes on you watching and wondering just what you had cooked up in that little head of yours. It was funny to think of. After all almost all of the escapades that had occurred up to now had been orchestrated by Elvis. You had enjoyed yourself thoroughly but at the end of the day, he had always been in control. From suggesting it that first time in his suite with Jerry to making Sonny and Red look abhorred at the idea of having to touch one another for ‘your enjoyment’ it had always been him. And that was what you wanted. The boys were nice but right then and there all you cared about was your husband. ‘Okay, what do you want?’ he asked. ‘You.’ ‘Okay,’ he said uncertainly, ‘and?’ ‘Just you. Just you and me. That’s it. That’s what I want,’ you said. ‘You’re wish is to bang your own husband?’ Sonny asked incredulously. You looked at him and then back at Elvis who was watching you curiously. ‘Yep,’ you said with a smile. ‘Sounds basic,’ Red said. 'You sure baby?' Elvis asked, 'I mean you can have me any time.' 'I know,' you smiled leaning in to kiss him, 'and I know you'll give me just what I want.' 'Always,' he said, leaning in to kiss you. 'I'm sensing a but coming,' Jerry said, capturing your attention and making a smirk form on your face. It was true all you wanted was your husband, but that didn't mean they got off that lightly. Where Elvis was loving and giving some of them didn't seem to appreciate just how fortunate of a situation they were in and that was grating on you. 'Oh there is,' you mused. 'What is it?' Jerry asked suspiciously. 'You all have to watch,' you said smugly. 'There she is,' Elvis chuckled, leaning in to kiss your temple once more. 'Wait you win the bet and we get a free sex show? Sounds good to me,' Red mused. 'Oh, you can watch, I didn't say you could touch,' you said, 'and I mean no touching anything.' 'Excellent,' Elvis chuckled as you unearthed your devious plan. 'No sneaking off to the bathroom to rub one out and no trying to cheat like you trying to throw me off like you did before,' you said glaring at Sonny who shifted uncomfortably but didn't say anything, 'I think I've been more than amenable don't you? Elvis too.' 'No one's saying that you aren’t,' Sonny said. 'You sure ain't acting like it. So, you can sit there and think about it. That's my wish, if that’s okay with you?' you said looking at Elvis. 'I get to fuck my beautiful wife and give these chuckleheads blue balls?' Elvis smirked, 'sounds good to me.' 'Good,' you said leaning into him, ‘because I've been needing you to touch me forever.' With that you took his hand and led it up under your skirt until he was touching your panties, which were slick with excitement. 'Fuck,' Steve whispered at the sight but you didn’t care. As Elvis' nimble fingers teased you through the fabric you groaned pulling him to kiss you which he did with fervour. He didn’t rush though, instead of kissing you back in the hurried frenzy you anticipated his lips made a delicate trail along your jaw and down your neck as his hands wandered, taking with them every piece of clothing that stood in his way as he made his way southward - dropping to his knees in front of you. You could feel eyes on you, marvelling at your now completely nude body as they watched everything that happened mere meters away but your eyes were transfixed on him. His mouth kissed every piece of skin that appeared before him until finally he pulled back watching you as if he was waiting for permission. You ran your fingers through his hair tugging it back to make him look at you properly. ‘You appreciate me right baby?’ you cooed suddenly feeling a wave of power run through you which thrived as Elvis whimpered a nod. Throughout this whole thing you had been submissive, caving to each and every whim like a mindless slut. You’d been eager to please. But what they didn’t understand, what they failed to see is that you could be that, because behind you was this man who adored every scrap of your being. As much as he had orchestrated this you knew he wouldn’t have even thought about it if he hadn’t been trying to make you happy. Like he always did. They needed to see that at the core of this how charade was you two. No more. No less they were just along for the ride. ‘Show me how much?’ you asked and without a second thought, Elvis leaned in and started lapping at you. The ache you had been feeling since before you had even started that silly little bet burst into a fire spreading through you until you offered out a moan. ‘Jesus,’ you heard Joe whisper though it barely registered. As you squirmed under Elvis’ touch he chuckled causing vibrations against you that made your brain feel foggy. As you had known him he knew you and he fell into a tried and trusted rhythm breaking it only so he could move to pull your leg over his shoulder in order to give him better access. ‘Fuck E,’ you moaned, ‘right there. Oh, baby right there.’ He hummed against you making stars blurry into your vision as you moved against him. The sensation was building in your lower abdomen, and you knew you wouldn’t last long, in fact you could feel that feeling you had had one of the first times you’d done something like that. And as he curved his fingers against your sweet spot your orgasm rushed over you bringing with it a rush of slickness that trickled down his hand and face. Your chest was heaving as you opened your eyes to find him with his head against your thigh looking as love-struck as you felt. He pressed a soft kiss to your thigh and then unhooked it from his shoulder steadying you as your now wobbly legs struggled for purchase. ‘Did I do good mama?’ he asked earning himself a weak nod as you wrapped your arms around his neck, allowing him to press his forehead to yours. ‘Better than good,’ you said as he pecked a kiss on your lips, the taste of you still on his. ‘Good because that was just the opening act,’ he said and then without warning he flipped you round and placed you across the table, your ass in the air as your chest hit the smooth wood. The boys were still watching, something you were more aware of now that Elvis was in charge. You could hear him behind you, fumbling to get himself out of his pants, and as you waited you looked at every one of them. They were watching you looking like a mix of chastised schoolboys and horny teenagers, the latter only proven by the distinct tenting in their pants. ‘Good,’ you thought, ‘they need to learn who’s in charge around here,’ though that rhetoric was driven home as Elvis plunged inside you, filling you to the hilt with a groan. ‘Oh god,’ you whimpered, your face pressing against the table as he moved. ‘That feel good baby?’ he asked but all you could do is whimper, ‘ain't none of ‘em fill you up like I do huh pretty girl?’ ‘Not at all,’ you panted. ‘Talkin’ about who’s bigger like it matters,’ he said his hips snapping against your ass as he moved quicker. ‘You’re my favourite,’ you whimpered. ‘As I should be,’ he said, ‘they need to fuckin’ learn their place huh mama? Learn that why you might let them play with this pretty yittle cunt of yours it don’t mean a thing, right baby?’ ‘No,’ you agreed. ‘No what?’ he asked. ‘No sir,’ you breathed as the last piece of dominance in your body seeped out. ‘That’s it,’ he said, ‘you gonna cum on your favourite cock?’ ‘Yes,’ you whimpered. ‘Louder doll,’ he said, a hand landing on your ass with an ear-splitting thwack. ‘Yes Elvis!’ you replied feeling another crescendo threatening to flow over you at any moment. Just before it peaked though you felt Elvis’ hand on your throat, pulling you towards him with a grip you were sure would leave a mark. ‘So cum,’ he whispered in your ear tightening his fingers across your neck which caused the wave to flow through you, your tender pussy fluttering around him as your vision went white. His own peak followed behind in an instant though you could barely register it as you were still unsure whether or not you were on earth yet. The only thing that made you certain he was done was the fact his fingers loosened from around your throat and moved to hold you, before he walked you backwards, still impaled on his cock, until the back of his knees hit a seat. When you opened your eyes he was watching you, his blue eyes full of love as you flopped against him, your hand instinctively reaching for his cheek. The moment however didn’t last long as the pair of you seemed to realise at the exact same second you still had five pairs of eyes on you. He moved from inside you, spinning you around in his lap as he said over your shoulder, ‘get out.’ ‘Boss-’ you heard Red protest. ‘I said get the fuck out,’ he said again as you sat against him, your tender cunt no doubt making a mess against his slacks not that you cared as you buried yourself in his neck. You heard shuffling as they moved out of the room, before finally the definitive yank of the curtain being put back into place assured you the pair of you were now on your own. Nevertheless, he kissed your shoulder as if giving you the all-clear. When you pulled back he was watching you. ‘That was pretty hot,’ he said with a smirk. ‘I know,’ you said, ‘who knew I had it in me.’ ‘Oh I never doubted it,’ he mused, ‘you’ve got me wrapped around your finger…in fact, I quite liked that side of you.’ ‘Me too,’ you said pushing his locks that had become slightly dishevelled out of his eyes, ‘but maybe only now and again.’ ‘Yeah?’ he asked. ‘Mmmhmm,’ you said pressing a kiss to his lips. ‘You like me in charge huh?’ he chuckled in between tiny kisses. ‘Definitely,’ you said feeling your engine rev again as he kissed you back, his tongue battling yours as your fingers ran through his hair. When he pulled back however, he looked unsure. ‘What’s the matter?’ you asked. ‘You’d tell me, right? If you don’t want to do this anymore?’ he asked. ‘Of course I would,’ you said. ‘Because this lil punishment thing…it’s not because you’re unhappy right?’ he asked. ‘No,’ you said shaking your head, ‘I meant what I said. This thing only works when we all play fair. They need to remember who’s in charge.’ ‘And who’s that baby?’ he mused. You knew he was teasing, that he just wanted the words to roll off our tongue. ‘You Elvis,’ you said, ‘always you.’

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