Finnick drags his hand down his face, taking a deep breath and sitting up straight, trying to compose himself. His cheeks are still red and the small remains of his giggles linger, but he bites his lip as the food is set in front of them, then thanks the server.
Once they're gone, he gives Night Sky a playful glare.
She's seen enough weirdos in here. The server just stared for a second, shrugged, and wandered off. Now Night Sky was laughing.
She lowered the pulse again, as low as it could go while they ate.
"You love me." She said, digging into her meal. Sometime during the course of the next however long it took them to eat, she turned the toy off entirely, offering him a brief reprieve before she shot it up again right as he finished.
Finnick regains his composure completely as they eat, but his dick is still uncomfortably hard and leaking in his pants. He checks for a wet spot, which there isn't... Yet. He sighs and sips his wine.
He's just starting to calm down more completely, some of the pressure relieving from his cock, when she turns on the toy again. His fingers curl where they sit on the tabletop, and he can't help a small grunt. Still, he straightens as the server collects their dishes, smiling politely at them.
"You better have the bill, sweetness," he mutters.
Poor Finnick. Tormented so terribly by his darling girlfriend.
Night Sky leaned back, taking a long sip of her wine while she debated the merits of mercy.
"Left my shards at home." She replied, unable to keep herself from smirking. "I'm kidding, of course I got it." Night Sky made the exchange and kept the toy pulsing on high for as long as the server remained nearby, turning it off completely when all was said and done. "You've been a very good boy so far, Finnick." She lowered her voice. "Just need to make it home without coming and I'll give you your reward. Think you can manage it?"
She started to stand, motioning for him to join her.
Finnick probably looks like he's trying not to shit himself as Sky pays. His muscles tense up and sweat beads on the back of his neck as he does everything in his power to keep from having an orgasm in the middle of this restaurant. It requires all his focus not to lose that control.
He looks at her warily as she stands up. He knows that as soon as he moves, the toy will shift and cause a barrage of new sensations, and he's already right on the edge. His legs feel weak, too, so standing and walking seems like a big ask.
But there's no other choice. So he takes a deep breath and reaches for her hand, slowly standing with his other hand braced on the tabletop. A very quiet, long moan emits from his throat and he stands there for a moment, braced and still, head hung, before straightening up completely and moving toward Sky. People are definitely staring.
"He's fine." Night Sky laughed and waved off the onlookers. "Ate a little too much." Which seemed to appease most of them, for now.
Night Sky actually felt bad for how much Finnick was struggling, even if that had been the point of the entire outing. She kept a hold of his hand and angled herself to hide any obvious bulges with pointed swishing of her skirt as she lead him back outside.
"Okay. Genuinely—" She said once they were outside. "You good? I can carry you back if you need me to."
Finnick leans on her as they exit the tavern, walking stiffly, his breath catching with his movements. Thank god for her skirt, because there is definitely a wet spot now.
Once they're out of the gaze of all those people, he lets out a breath.
"That was embarrassing. But yeah, I'm fine, I just got way too close in there."
Finnick is shameless, but even he has his limits, and coming in a restaurant would be one. For now, he feels somewhat in the clear.
"Weirder shit has happened in that tavern. No one will remember you once the drinks hit." She assured him with a bright smile and a kiss to his cheek.
She kept her arm around him as they made it back to rhe castle, and she was sure to keep them clear of any heavy traffic areas. Soon enough they were back inside and heading into her sex room.
The walk home is thankfully uneventful, and Finnick is able to come down from the edge he was on. Once they're in the sex room, the appropriate place to be feeling as turned on as he is, he heaves a sigh and takes off his suit jacket and draping it on a chair.
"I made it. Not as easy as I thought it would be, but... It was fun." He grins at her. He's glad to have someone who matches his freak.
"So... About that reward..." He eyes her mischievously.
"So impatient." Like she hadn't been edging him for the last hour. Night Sky hummed as she rifled through her drawers and shelves of toys.
"Question is — do I leave the toy in and ride you, or take it out and fuck you. Really is a tough decision." And she was purposefully agonizing over it.
"I mean... both are enjoyable." She laughed. After a moment she seemingly decided and sauntered over, brandishing the now familiar collar before she moved to place it around his neck and give a teasing tug on the chain, leaning down to kiss him.
"Think I'll ride you first. Fuck you later when you get your energy back." She purred. "Now get comfortable, baby."
"Sounds good. You should... Tie me up again. Or something."
Normally he doesn't bother asking for something he wants, but he's getting more comfortable with Night Sky in that way, and he was a good boy, after all.
He lays back on the bed, getting comfortable as instructed.
Night Sky was more than willing to indulge, of course, but his 'or something' had her considering a bit.
She moved to straddle his thighs, settling just below his dick while she tossed the little remote for the vibrator up and caught it. "Can I try something, baby?" She asked. "I have this... ability I don't use, and I think it would be a good trust exercise. Or, at the very least, might make it easier for you to be more open." She explained. "It's like... hypnosis. I give a command and you're compelled to listen."
A look of surprise flashed across her features. "Really? Well shit, baby. Okay!" The sudden swell of warmth in her chest did not go unnoticed. He really trusted her that much? She could have cried.
It took a moment for her to compose herself and focus, tapping into that specific well of magic she hadn't touched in a long time. Her eyes flashed from that bright green to a deep amber, her voice sing-song and honey sweet in his ears even if she was technically speaking normally still. "Tell me how you want me to tie you up." She offered, her command simple to start to see if he obeyed. "Behind your back, above your head—" etcetera.
Finnick nods. Of course he trusts her that much. She's given him absolutely no reason not to. He can't imagine her taking advantage of him in any universe. Plus, he likes when she tells him what to do.
He watches her intently as she focuses on the magic, and then she starts speaking like... Well, he imagines this is what a siren sounds like, which turns him on in itself, because that's fucking cool.
He always said he'd let a siren kill him, so it's no surprise that her wiles work on him right away, his eyes lidding with the soothing sweetness of her voice.
The bit of hesitation and anxiety that would usually crop up from such a question is much smaller now, and he only hesitates half a second before responding.
"Good boy." She purred, tugging on his collar to lift him up enough for her vines to set to work, winding tight around his wrists to yank his arms behind his back and tie them tight as he requested. She released her grip on the collar and let him drop back down to lie on the bed, admiring him with a smile. Her voice remained that same sing-song siren call.
"Beg for me." She knew she didn't need to hypnotize him for that, but it was fun anyway. Night Sky turned the vibrator on again, increasing the intensity slowly while her free hand stroked along his cock. "Tell me how badly you want me, baby."
Finnick hums a satisfied sound at the praise; if telling her what he wants will earn him praise, it might be easier to work past his issues than he thought. He clasps his elbows behind his back as the vines circle and tighten them in place, which turns him on further. At this point, his erection is painful, and he gasps a moan as she touches it.
"Mmh, so badly..." He squirms beneath her, his hips rutting upward into her hand, mind beginning to feel hazy from the hypnosis. "I need you, love... I'm aching for you... Please."
Her touch was feather-light as her fingers stroked upward, smearing precum leaking from the head or his cock down his shaft when her hand descended again. Tempting as it was to tease him further, she offered him a brief reprieve so she could scoot upward and align herself, the head of his cock easily pressed inside her when she lowered herself down; slick and aroused and wanting.
The toy was flipped to full vibration as she eased herself down, enveloping him in that warmth he knew so well now. Night Sky curled a finger into the ring of his collar and pulled it tight. "You love being my little fucktoy, don't you, baby."
Finnick shivers violently as she teases his cock, and moans as she finally pierces herself with it. The warm wetness of it begins to relieve his ache, sends a rush of euphoria through him. Now to try not to come within thirty seconds is the goal.
He moans again, biting his lip and arching his back as she pulls on the collar. Fuck. Fuck, she's good.
"I do. Use me, baby, use me up." He wants to be a tool for her pleasure and nothing more. Not that she'd let him actually be that and only that, which is why he wants it from her specifically.
"Oh, I intend to, sweetness." She hummed, tongue rolling hungrily across her teeth like she was eyeing a delicious meal when she looked down at him. Tied up, hypnotized, half-choked by the tug upon his collar. At her mercy entirely — how fucking pretty he was like that.
Settled fully in his lap, cock buried to the hilt, she rolled her hips in slow circles, easing up only the tiniest bit before sliding down again. She really didn't need to torture the poor guy, but there was something so delightful in watching him writhe under her.
The way she looks at him like he's prey, the way she teases him... It drives him insane in the best way. He's all breathy moans and squirming, his head swimming and hazy as he stares into those deep red eyes, unable to look away.
"Please-" he whispers, unsure what he's even begging for at this point. Something, anything.
"Stay still." She said, hand shifting from his collar to palm his chest insistently. "Be a good boy for me."
With that, she started moving in earnest; rising up to the point he nearly slipped free of her and then slamming down again, fingers curling into his chest to leave little red lines in their wake. Night Sky moaned wantonly, head thrown back in pleasure. She kept the toy in him on high and tossed the remote so she could slip her hand between her thighs and work her clit.
He nods, feeling his body still before he even has a chance to think about it, as though it took her direction instead of his own. In fact, he finds he can't really move now even if he tries. He's just a helpless participant as she fucks him, watching her and releasing loud moans of his own. She looks so beautiful in the throes of pleasure. He can't believe this woman is his.
"I love you... My goddess..." He breathes between moans, already getting dangerously close. It's fine, he'll just insist that she continue to use whatever part of him she likes until she gets off too.
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Once they're gone, he gives Night Sky a playful glare.
"You're evil. Bon appetit."
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She lowered the pulse again, as low as it could go while they ate.
"You love me." She said, digging into her meal. Sometime during the course of the next however long it took them to eat, she turned the toy off entirely, offering him a brief reprieve before she shot it up again right as he finished.
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Finnick regains his composure completely as they eat, but his dick is still uncomfortably hard and leaking in his pants. He checks for a wet spot, which there isn't... Yet. He sighs and sips his wine.
He's just starting to calm down more completely, some of the pressure relieving from his cock, when she turns on the toy again. His fingers curl where they sit on the tabletop, and he can't help a small grunt. Still, he straightens as the server collects their dishes, smiling politely at them.
"You better have the bill, sweetness," he mutters.
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Night Sky leaned back, taking a long sip of her wine while she debated the merits of mercy.
"Left my shards at home." She replied, unable to keep herself from smirking. "I'm kidding, of course I got it." Night Sky made the exchange and kept the toy pulsing on high for as long as the server remained nearby, turning it off completely when all was said and done. "You've been a very good boy so far, Finnick." She lowered her voice. "Just need to make it home without coming and I'll give you your reward. Think you can manage it?"
She started to stand, motioning for him to join her.
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He looks at her warily as she stands up. He knows that as soon as he moves, the toy will shift and cause a barrage of new sensations, and he's already right on the edge. His legs feel weak, too, so standing and walking seems like a big ask.
But there's no other choice. So he takes a deep breath and reaches for her hand, slowly standing with his other hand braced on the tabletop. A very quiet, long moan emits from his throat and he stands there for a moment, braced and still, head hung, before straightening up completely and moving toward Sky. People are definitely staring.
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Night Sky actually felt bad for how much Finnick was struggling, even if that had been the point of the entire outing. She kept a hold of his hand and angled herself to hide any obvious bulges with pointed swishing of her skirt as she lead him back outside.
"Okay. Genuinely—" She said once they were outside. "You good? I can carry you back if you need me to."
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Once they're out of the gaze of all those people, he lets out a breath.
"That was embarrassing. But yeah, I'm fine, I just got way too close in there."
Finnick is shameless, but even he has his limits, and coming in a restaurant would be one. For now, he feels somewhat in the clear.
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She kept her arm around him as they made it back to rhe castle, and she was sure to keep them clear of any heavy traffic areas. Soon enough they were back inside and heading into her sex room.
"You made it, baby."
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"I made it. Not as easy as I thought it would be, but... It was fun." He grins at her. He's glad to have someone who matches his freak.
"So... About that reward..." He eyes her mischievously.
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"Question is — do I leave the toy in and ride you, or take it out and fuck you. Really is a tough decision." And she was purposefully agonizing over it.
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The perfect good boy answer! Give this man a treat!
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"Think I'll ride you first. Fuck you later when you get your energy back." She purred. "Now get comfortable, baby."
mind control this mf
Normally he doesn't bother asking for something he wants, but he's getting more comfortable with Night Sky in that way, and he was a good boy, after all.
He lays back on the bed, getting comfortable as instructed.
Heard, chef.
She moved to straddle his thighs, settling just below his dick while she tossed the little remote for the vibrator up and caught it. "Can I try something, baby?" She asked. "I have this... ability I don't use, and I think it would be a good trust exercise. Or, at the very least, might make it easier for you to be more open." She explained. "It's like... hypnosis. I give a command and you're compelled to listen."
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"That sounds fun. Hit me with it." He grins.
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It took a moment for her to compose herself and focus, tapping into that specific well of magic she hadn't touched in a long time. Her eyes flashed from that bright green to a deep amber, her voice sing-song and honey sweet in his ears even if she was technically speaking normally still. "Tell me how you want me to tie you up." She offered, her command simple to start to see if he obeyed. "Behind your back, above your head—" etcetera.
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He watches her intently as she focuses on the magic, and then she starts speaking like... Well, he imagines this is what a siren sounds like, which turns him on in itself, because that's fucking cool.
He always said he'd let a siren kill him, so it's no surprise that her wiles work on him right away, his eyes lidding with the soothing sweetness of her voice.
The bit of hesitation and anxiety that would usually crop up from such a question is much smaller now, and he only hesitates half a second before responding.
"Behind my back, please... Elbows clasped."
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"Beg for me." She knew she didn't need to hypnotize him for that, but it was fun anyway. Night Sky turned the vibrator on again, increasing the intensity slowly while her free hand stroked along his cock. "Tell me how badly you want me, baby."
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"Mmh, so badly..." He squirms beneath her, his hips rutting upward into her hand, mind beginning to feel hazy from the hypnosis. "I need you, love... I'm aching for you... Please."
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The toy was flipped to full vibration as she eased herself down, enveloping him in that warmth he knew so well now. Night Sky curled a finger into the ring of his collar and pulled it tight. "You love being my little fucktoy, don't you, baby."
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He moans again, biting his lip and arching his back as she pulls on the collar. Fuck. Fuck, she's good.
"I do. Use me, baby, use me up." He wants to be a tool for her pleasure and nothing more. Not that she'd let him actually be that and only that, which is why he wants it from her specifically.
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Settled fully in his lap, cock buried to the hilt, she rolled her hips in slow circles, easing up only the tiniest bit before sliding down again. She really didn't need to torture the poor guy, but there was something so delightful in watching him writhe under her.
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"Please-" he whispers, unsure what he's even begging for at this point. Something, anything.
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With that, she started moving in earnest; rising up to the point he nearly slipped free of her and then slamming down again, fingers curling into his chest to leave little red lines in their wake. Night Sky moaned wantonly, head thrown back in pleasure. She kept the toy in him on high and tossed the remote so she could slip her hand between her thighs and work her clit.
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"I love you... My goddess..." He breathes between moans, already getting dangerously close. It's fine, he'll just insist that she continue to use whatever part of him she likes until she gets off too.
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