Path of Control: Fate's Collar

“You smell of need.”

You can do nothing but grunt at the dull, suffocating pressure as she rubs her nose on your bulge.

“And you smell of… The Empress. Something that I need.”

She takes a deep whiff of your intoxicating musk, sticking her tongue out to taste the damp spot of arousal on your pants.

“When are you ever going to get rid of that hobby?” you exhale with a breathy sigh, reaching out to brush her glossy brown hair to the side.

“Doesn't matter. I don't see you asking me to stop. Or should I stop? We aren't supposed to be doing this anyway.”

“Just get on with it.”

“Figured~ C'mon, take it out,” she says, lifting her head off your groin, hands flying to your buckle. Metal clinks and fabric flies away in mere seconds.

Your legs are exposed bare, but that isn't the main point. Your exposed cock is. Your exposed hard, throbbing, swollen, leaking, veiny, desperate, needy, engorged, twitching, you hope that is enough descriptive terms to satisfy the interpretation of The Empress as Miss Naoi Rei, the oh-so-authentic-believer-of-tarot has pulled from the deck.

“I never get tired of seeing my nice, beautiful cock,” Rei says, eyes locked on your length the whole time. “Can't believe I took three fucking years before asking to suck your cock.”

She leans in, hot breath ghosting over the tip. “Hands behind your back. Let me enjoy what's mine.”

“Fine. I’ll play along.” You let out a low grumble, half-exasperated, half-amused, and not because you're truly submitting, but because the game is too delicious to interrupt. You slide your hands behind the armrests, leaning onto the backrest.

“Good boy,* Rei purrs, eyes glittering with triumph. She drags her tongue slowly across her lower lip as she looks into your eyes, like she's tasting victory already. “See? Was that so hard?” Her fingers wrap around your shaft, drawing warmth from your cock as you shudder at the sudden temperature loss.

“God, I can barely wrap my fingers around it,” Rei murmurs with anticipation, giving a few slow, exploratory strokes. You revel in the light gentle pressure as she pulls her hand up, fingers sliding across every ridge of your cock. She watches your face the whole time: the way your jaw tightens, the quick hitch in your breath when her thumb swipes over the leaking slit. She squeezes just under the head on the upstroke, testing you, teasing you.

“Look at you,” she murmurs. “Already leaking for me. How pathetic.”

“Keep talking like that and I’ll remind you who’s usually begging by the end,” you snort, even as your hips twitch forward.

“Too bad you're the one melting in my hands now,” she laughs and leans in, spitting a thick, glistening wad of saliva right onto the swollen tip. The wet sound is loud in the quiet office. She smears it down your length with her palm, making everything slick and obscene.

“Big talk for a man who's about to feed me his load.”

“Just shut up and suck me alread—fuck”

She takes you in.

Hot. Wet. Tight.

Exactly how The Empress’s lips would feel, you assume. Rei’s lips seal around you and she sinks down in one smooth glide until her nose brushes your pelvis. You feel the spasming of her throat as she swallows you whole, keeping you there as she lets her throat mould into the shape of your cock.

A “Fuck—” slips out of you before you can catch it. She hums in approval, the vibration shooting straight up your spine. Smirking onto your cock, she pulls back just enough to swirl her tongue around the head like she's savoring an expensive dessert.

“Gosh, you're such a weirdo, but fuck your lips, they're made for sucking cocks,” you groan in satisfaction.

Rei slides back down, taking you in again. Then she's bobbing on it slowly, dragging her plump lips up and down your cock, hollowing her cheeks every time she pulls up, stuffing her mouth full of you when she slides down. Every few pumps she pulls off completely, only to drag her tongue up the thick underside of your cock from base to tip slowly, tracing every vein like she's mapping you. Her eyes don't leave yours.

When she reaches the head she flicks the slit with her soft tongue before dipping lower to suck one of your balls into her mouth, rolling it gently with her tongue while her hand keeps strokes the shaft in lazy twists.

“God, you taste so fucking good,” she mumbles against your skin. “All salty and desperate. Bet you've been thinking hard about this since Friday.”

You grit your teeth. “And you've been wet since the meeting started, haven't you? Don't lie.”

She releases your ball with a wet pop, grinning up at you with spit-slick lips. “Maybe. But I'm the one with your cock in my mouth right now, aren't I?” She strokes you faster, giving firm, twisting upstrokes that make your thighs tremble. “Look how hard you get when I talk dirty. You love it when I own you like this.”

Before you can say anything, she dives back down, taking you deeper this time, nose buried against your groin as she swallows around you. Her throat works rhythmically around you as she shakes her head on your cock, dragging your sensitive tip against her throat walls. She squeezes and releases her throat with precision and technique over and over again, until you're seeing stars. Then she pulls off again, gasping, strings of saliva connecting her tips to your tip.

“Fuck, you're thick today,” she pants, stroking you with both hands now, twisting in opposite directions like she's wringing every drop of pre-cum out of you. “I can feel you throbbing. You wanna cum already, don't you? Poor thing.”

She keeps one hand pumping steadily while the other cups your balls, rolling them, tugging gently. Then she changes tactics, jerking you rapidly with short, tight strokes while keeping just the head in her mouth. Her tongue swirls relentlessly around the crown, flicking the slit on every pass, dipping into it like she's trying to drink you from the source.

Your breathing turns ragged. Your hips jerk forward involuntarily. The pressure builds, white-hot and unstoppable.

“Rei—fuck—I'm—”

Unstoppable my ass.

She pulls back just enough to speak, lips brushing the tip. “Not yet. Don't you dare cum without my permission.” She slows her strokes to a torturous crawl, thumb circling the head lazily. “You always think you're in control with those quick little orders of yours. But look at you~ Leaking like a faucet because I decided to play with you.”

She spits again right onto the head, taking you back in, bobbing shallowly while her hand keeps that agonizingly slow twist. Every time you get close she eases off, letting the edge fade just enough to drive you insane.

“Beg me,” she whispers, popping off to drag her tongue along the underside again. “Tell me how bad you want to fill my mouth. Go on. Use that bossy voice I hate so much.”

“You're such a fucking brat,” you growl, staring at her.

“And you're hard as steel because of it.” She grins wickedly. “Now, show me how you like it. Grab my hands. Use them like they're your personal little toy. Fuck them until you can't hold back anymore.”

She guides your hands from behind the chair, first one, then the other, until both your palms are wrapped around hers on your cock. Her fingers are small inside yours; together they make a perfect, tight tunnel.

“Like this,” she breathes, voice suddenly sweeter, almost as if she's coaxing you. “Guide me. Use me like a hand-pussy. Fuck it until you flood my throat.”

You don't hesitate at all.

Your grip tightens around hers, starting with slow, long strokes from base to tip. What she couldn't provide to you earlier, you control it now. Faster. Tighter. Harder. It's like fucking a custom-made sleeve, her skin against yours, your strength controlling the rhythm she started. She spits more over your hands, the saliva seeping in through your fingers as the slick sounds grow louder with each pump. Her tongue never stops swirling the head, and every time your slit bumps her lips she moans like she's the one getting off.

“That's it,” she gasps between licks. “Harder. Use me. Fuck my hands like you’re fucking my cunt. Come on, give it to me. I want every thick, hot drop. Paint my tongue. Mark me.”

Every upstroke makes her fingers curl tighter around you, every downstroke smears fresh pre-cum and saliva over her knuckles. The wet, filthy schlick-schlick fills the room, disgustingly filthy in the quiet office.

“Harder,” she demands, pulling her tongue off just long enough to speak before diving back down to lap at the slit. “Don’t be gentle. I want to feel how bad you need this.”

You obey — because right now, obedience feels like power.

Your hips rock forward in shallow thrusts, fucking the tight tunnel of her wrapped hands. She matches your pace, twisting her wrists in counter-rhythm so every stroke feels like a spiral. Her thumbs press into the underside of the head on every pass, rubbing that sensitive ridge until your thighs shake.

“Fuck—Rei—”