Chapter 3: Catalyst
Ombre sighed, feeling the butt plug inside him. He squirmed, trying to focus on the meal Ankoku gave him, but it was difficult. The plug was a constant reminder of Ankoku's dominance, and it made him feel both vulnerable and strangely turned on. He took a bite of the pasta, his robotic arm clanking softly against the table as he tried to eat with one hand.
Ankoku watched him, a small smile playing on his lips. "You're doing well, darling. I'm proud of you." He reached across the table, his fingers tracing the curve of Ombre's cheek. "Now, finish up your meal, and then we can continue our little adventure."
Ombre nodded, taking another bite of pasta. He could feel the heat rising in his cheeks, the blush spreading across his face.
He looked up, to find Ankoku walking towards him, something small in his hands. "What is that?" Ombre asked, his eyes widening as he saw the small, black object in Ankoku's hand.
"It's a remote control," Ankoku replied, his voice low and sultry. "And it's going to make our little game even more interesting." He pressed a button on the remote, and
Ombre felt a sudden jolt of pleasure as the vibrator inside him turned on, the hum filling the room. "Ankoku!" Ombre gasped, his body tensing as the sensation overwhelmed him.
"Ankoku, what are you doing?" he asked, his voice filled with a mix of surprise and pleasure. I want to make our little game even more interesting," Ankoku replied, his voice low and sultry. He pressed another button on the remote, and the vibrator inside Ombre changed speeds, the hum increasing in intensity.
"Oh~," Ombre moaned, his body arching against the table as the pleasure became almost too much to bear. "Ankoku, please... it's too much..."
Ombre panted, his robotic arm clanking against the table as he tried to grip the edge, his knuckles turning white. "I can't... I can't take it..."
Ankoku chuckled, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "Oh, I think you can, darling. Just a little more." He pressed another button, and the vibrator inside Ombre began to pulse, the sensation sending waves of pleasure coursing through him.
"Fuck, Ankoku," Ombre groaned, his body trembling as he felt the pleasure building inside him. "I'm going to...
I'm going to... Oh, fuck!" he gasped, his robotic arm clanking against the table as he tried to grip the edge, his knuckles turning white. "I'm going to come, Ankoku! I can't stop it!"
Ankoku's eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he watched Ombre's body tense, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. Come for me. Let me see you lose control." He pressed another button on the remote, and the vibrator inside Ombre pulsed even faster, the sensation pushing him over the edge.
He cried out, his body convulsing as he came, his robotic arm clanking against the table as he gripped the edge for support. "Ankoku... fuck... it's too much..." he panted, his body shaking as he rode out the waves of pleasure. Let me see you fall apart." He walked around the table, his fingers tracing the curve of Ombre's spine as he leaned down to whisper in his ear.
"You did so well, darling. I'm so proud of you." He pressed a kiss to the nape of Ombre's neck, his lips lingering for a moment before he pulled away. "Now, let's get you cleaned up. I don't want you to be uncomfortable."
Ombre nodded, his body still trembling from the intense orgasm. He pushed himself up from the table, his robotic arm clanking softly as he tried to stand. Ankoku was there to support him, his strong arms wrapping around his waist as he helped him to the bathroom.
The bathroom was small, the walls adorned with peeling wallpaper and a single, flickering light bulb.
Ankoku helped Ombre to the sink, his robotic arm clanking against the porcelain as he leaned against it for support. Ankoku turned on the faucet, the water running cold as he wet a washcloth.
"Here, darling," he said, his voice soft and gentle as he reached around Ombre to clean him up. Ombre blushed, feeling a mix of embarrassment and gratitude as Ankoku tended to him. He could feel the plug still inside him, a constant reminder of their game. I can do it myself," he stammered, his cheeks flushing a deep red. "Nonsense," Ankoku replied, his voice firm yet gentle.