They Call 'it' Committment

This girl was a straight shooter it seemed, she wanted it, and she wanted it now. He admired a girl who knew what she wanted, it was rather arousing to have her going at him with such excitement. But this was also giving Malvoes permission to go as rough as he wanted as well, ahead of anything he was a gentleman but with the proper go ahead, he didn't have to be a gentle man.

He'd grip onto her hair with his right hand, intertwining his fingers in her pitch black strands of silk. He'd meet her kiss with just as much force as she was giving and then some, leaning into her to continue with deepening the kiss.

He'd open up his mouth a bit, pulling on her tongue with his teeth, he wanted more just as much as she did. He started to work off her bra with his left hand, an easy feat given his improved dexterity. He'd use the tip of his tongue to playfully circle hers, enjoying the taste of her saliva.

A small shudder ran through his body as one of her hands were at his waist, he could feel the resistance his zipper gave as his member throbbed to be let out.

Through all of this though there was something nagging at the back of Malvoes's mind, something was off, something he wasn't paying attention to, something about this room.

He'd have a bit of a mischievous smile, she wanted to take charge, maybe remembering the line he said while they were outside.


He can deal with that, taking a step down from his dominance role for a bit, he'd take off his belt, dropping it at his feet. "Yes my lovely mistress." He'd add that, while slowly undoing his pants button and zipper, sliding it down to his feet and stepping out of them, revealing his black boxers.

"Is this to your liking, or shall I continue?" He'd give her a grin, maybe that was a bit too much but he couldn't help playing it up.

It was then he'd notice it in his peripheral vision, the photos weren't of her but a happy couple. This wasn't her house, this realization wouldn't go through him physically, showing no signs outwardly. She used him to steal from them, and now she was planning on having sex on their bed. Did he mind the stealing? Not particularly, where he came from thieves were more common than working men, and he himself had had to procure things through less than legal methods.

But what he did mind was that she lied to him and tricked him, he disliked being used, but for now, he'd wait to turn it around on her and enjoy that.

He'd step out of his shoes enjoying the view of her body and the contrast in color her underwear had with the rest of her clothing. It was a surprise but a very, very pleasant surprise. He'd sit on the edge of the bed, the obvious bulge in his boxers very prominent as he slowly slides them off, giving her a grin as his member was free from its containment. An area of his body he was probably most comfortable with, being half an inch away from double digits and a nice thickness, most girls enjoyed it even when he had no idea what he was doing. Of course, he was experienced enough to know exactly what to do with it and then some.

All the while that this was happening he was thinking about what he was going to do to get back at her. He made a mental note that there was no screen on the window of this bedroom, so when in doubt an escape was particularly easy. But he wanted to make her pay a bit for tricking him.

He'd shrug coyly, "If you think so." Besides the laugh he could see the hunger in her eyes, she wanted it bad.

He'd run his thumbs and index fingers along the edges, back and forth around waist, holding the fabric between his fingers.

"Tear them off eh? I think I can handle that." He'd say this sliding them down a few inches and in one dexterous move he ripped the sides of her underwear. So the crotch of them would float to the ground.

He'd smile with sinful intentions in his mind, "How's that mistress?"

Malvoes would grab onto her waist, switching positions with her quickly, so she was flat on her back on the bed. He'd grab her wrists, pinning them to the bed and forming metallic bracelets onto them. He'd let go but he'd use his telekinesis to keep her pinned, a useful trick he figured out, with a full set of clothing he could fly more or less.

"Baby, taking charge is all I do. You gotta a vile tongue you know, makes me wonder, what mouth should I stuff first?" He'd say this, teasingly pressing the head of his cock to her sex, running his fingers down her chest, tapping her naval piercing as he got to it.