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You're having a drink at the Tops, you had gotten strangely attached to the casino, you and Swank were on pretty good terms and the place hadn't kicked you out just yet. You were often there to talk to Yes Man about your next plan of action and the memory of killing Benny in there brought a warm feeling of pride.
You sipped on your drink, not noticing as a man in a light colored suit sat beside you in the bar.
"We have unfinished business, courier," he spoke to you and you turned your face to look at him.
Vulpes. You had seen him in civilian clothes before, it always felt surreal, like a mismatch of reality that always took a second for you to adjust.
He motioned to the bartender and ordered. "I'll have a glass of water and another drink for the lady." The bartender nodded and got to work.
"What kind of shitty spy would order water for himself at a bar," you scoffed, downing your first drink. "Why are you here?"
"You haven't been reporting back to us," his tone was neutral, but you could see the glint of frustration in his eyes. "I wanted to make sure you weren't getting… side-tracked."
You shrugged at that.
"It's easy to get distracted in the Strip," you played dumb. The bartender placed the drinks in front of you and Vulpes handed him some caps.
"Your degenerate urges call to you, of course," he scoffed and shot you a pedantic smirk. "But something tells me you have been busy with something else."
"Then you and your boss should learn to take the silence as an answer," you glanced at him and you saw his eyes narrow in disgust.
"I have graciously offered you the benefit of the doubt, and yet you're still refusing to cooperate," he grabbed his glass of water and looked into your eyes, with a condescending smirk on his face. "I suppose I will take solace in the fact you will make a fine slave for the Legion after our victory."
You scoffed. The nerve of this man never ceased to amaze you, you sipped on your free drink.
“You’re such a freak, how many times did you fantasize about that?” You taunted him.
"More times than you think, and I look forward to it," he chuckled, his tone low and dark. You chose to ignore it.
“Yeah, well, I wouldn’t make a good slave, I’m afraid. I’d be insufferable, I'd probably end up killing the first guy who tried to break me," you watched as Vulpes smirked, you could see him imagining the situation in silence.
"I suppose that's for me to find out,” his look was downright predatory and it sent shivers down your spine. "I'm sure that as you break down and start to beg, I'll be more than satisfied."
You looked into your glass nervously, no longer having fun teasing him as he had turned it against you. You could feel the blood rush to your cheeks and your ears, you took a sip of your drink to try and hide the effect his words had on you.
You felt a hand on your leg and you instinctively smacked it away, you blushed and glared at him. “Do you want me to cut your hand off, Inculta?”
“I would love to see you try, profligate.” That word sent shivers down your spine. It always did. His sheer disgust and distaste for you were so obvious, it dripped from his voice like poison and it was so fucking hot. He smirked and moved closer, his breath on your ear. You could feel the hairs on the back of your neck standing. “I could make you moan, and then I could make you regret the day you ever dared to defy the Legion," his voice was a husky whisper and he grabbed your thigh, digging his nails on the inside.
You should refuse, you should slit his throat on the spot and make him eat his words. But the thought of being forced to submit to him made you weak on the knees, it was a shameful and filthy fantasy, one you had been keeping locked in the deepest part of your mind, but one that made your core heat up. You should know better than this, and yet, you couldn’t help but smirk and tease him back.
"I would love to see you try,” you repeated his words back at him and that was all it took before he pulled you away from the bar and dragged you by the wrist towards the elevator.
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The two of you stumbled into your room and you pushed him onto the bed and climbed on top of him, straddling his hips. You crashed your lips together, kissing him and he allowed it for a second before he grabbed your neck and pulled you off. His other hand slapped your face, he looked into your eyes with a stern glare and tightened his hold on your neck.
"Did I allow you to touch me? Did I give you permission to kiss me, whore?" He said through gritted teeth. You glared at him and he slapped your face again. You bit your lower lip, fighting back a moan, the sting felt so good and you had no idea why. “Stand up and undress, I won't tell you twice."
He released you and you stood up, you could feel yourself burning with arousal, the wetness between your legs made you blush with embarrassment. You were cursing yourself in your mind, but your body wanted nothing more than submit and obey.
Vulpes was watching you expectantly, waiting for you to get to work, a smug smirk on his face. His stance on the bed screamed dominance and superiority. His eyes were dark and intense, focused on you and only you.
You rushed to undo the clasps of your leather armor, pulling it off and throwing it aside. Vulpes hummed.
"So desperate and obedient, how amusing." He chuckled, and you hated how much the humiliation turned you on. "But too fast, slow down, give me a show, slut," he commanded. "Make me think I'm at Gomorrah."
You swallowed hard, blushing. You started unbuttoning the rest of your shirt. You let it fall to the floor and stood there in your bra, you could feel his eyes on your body, inspecting it and you bit your lip. You moved your hands behind you to unclasp your bra and took it off.
Vulpes' eyes were filled with lust, his expression was hungry, and he licked his lips. His erection was evident through his pants, and the sight made you ache with desire.
He wanted this, he wanted you.
"You are enjoying this, aren't you? Being degraded," he spoke. His tone was mocking and patronizing, but also dark and husky, making your heart pound in your chest. You didn't want to answer him, but he took the silence as an answer. "I know, you don’t want to say it, to admit it. Admit that I am what you truly crave. That you want someone to destroy you, someone who shows you how weak and pathetic you really are. Someone who can make you feel alive.”
You were down to your underwear now, trying to not look nervous or affected by his words as you kept stripping for him. Vulpes had an infuriatingly cocky expression, knowing damn well his words were hitting you hard.
"Someone who can force you to be the submissive whore you want to be. And make you love every second of it." You looked away, avoiding his gaze as you slid down your underwear, now completely naked in front of him. Your face was flushed and your cunt was dripping with arousal. You started making your way towards him but he interrupted you. "Did I tell you to move?"
"No," you swallowed and looked away, not wanting to look him in the eyes.
"Exactly, you are delusional if you think I'd let a disgusting profligate whore like you touch me," his tone was so condescending and disgusted, it made you blush and your heart skipped a beat. "On the floor, on your knees. You are going to listen to my words and don’t you dare lay a finger on me.”
You were frozen in place for a second, but when his eyes narrowed and he stared at you expectantly, you obeyed. You dropped to the floor and kneeled in front of him, looking up.
He glanced down at you, smirking. "You are weak, and always will be. A pathetic whore like you will never be anything more than that in this world. You should feel ashamed of yourself."
“Fuck…” You cursed, the words hitting you like a truck, his hatred and contempt were intoxicating because of just how genuine they were.
"This is a game to you, isn't it? I would destroy you, and yet you can't help but want me. Such a weak creature, such a pathetic thing. So weak and desperate, just asking to be enslaved."
You whimpered, you couldn’t help but slide a hand between your thighs and start rubbing your clit slowly. You were so fucking wet, and you wanted him so badly.
"Are you touching yourself, slut?" He raised an eyebrow and chuckled. "Of course you are… What a pathetic little profligate. You can't even contain yourself. You aren't strong enough to resist it, you know you want me. You want every word I say."
You moaned, looking away. He was right, you couldn't stand how fucking right he was. You slid a finger inside and pumped it a couple of times, gasping at the sensation.
"How pathetic, I am not even touching you, and you are moaning like a whore. Are you really this weak, that all it takes is my words? You should feel ashamed, filth. But you like this, don't you?”
You couldn’t help but nod at his words, tears prickling the corner of your eyes. You felt ashamed, the humiliation was delicious.
"Look at me, whore. I want to see your face while you debase yourself for me," he commanded and you met his eyes. "I'm going to make you cum, and then I'll leave, and I want you to hate yourself for every second of it. And the next time I see you, you are going to beg me to take you, do you understand?"
You nodded, biting your lip as you fingered yourself harder. Your palm rubbing your clit as you added another finger and curled it just right, the way you knew you liked.
"Yes, yes, yes..." You moaned and your legs were shaking, you were getting close. "Fuck, yes!"
"Such a shameful, needy slut. Cum, whore, show me how desperate you are," he spoke and his words were the push you needed, they were humiliating, degrading and so fucking hot.
You came hard, your walls squeezing around your fingers, the wave of pleasure rushing through you as your breath came out in short bursts.
When you looked back at Vulpes he was getting up and heading for the door.
“Are you f-fucking serious?” You stuttered, still panting and riding your orgasm.
He stopped and turned to look at you with a smirk. "I'm a busy man, profligate, I don't have the luxury of wasting my time with a filthy slut like you," he said, opening the door and stepping outside. "Next time I see you, you better beg."