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Martin was out cold for a lot longer than he would have anticipated. Of course, he woke up without much concept of time until he fully was lucid for a few days. He was set up in quite a nice flat. This Irene Adler really held up her end of the deal and he knew he had struck a deal with the devil, but he was loving it.

So on his second week in London, actually capable of moving about, he got himself a haircut and a shave. He now had the funds so he was able to buy a suit and look quite presentable. Nothing like his incarcerated self.

Then he found the guinea pig cafe.

She had to know that he had 'passed' since it was in the news, causing him to wait a while before coming out of hiding. Still, Martin grinned as he approached the tiny cafe, seeing that it was a bit different than what he had imagined from her description of it. He casually walked inside as if he were anyone else.

"Do I just take a seat anywhere or..."

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She keeps her forehead against his, her body nearly flush to his as he moves.

"Murder?" She assumes that bit, he's not really told her the specifics of his new job.

Well, she isn't wrong there. Murder happens here. "Yes," He chuckled despite his breathing being heavy. "But not...quick murder. More around the lines of torture." He almost shrugged if not for holding her ass and nearly lifting her off the table.

The shiver that runs down the length of her body tells him that she's grasping at what he means.

"Christ, Martin." She nips at his lips. "You really found a good job."

"I did, didn't I?" he smiled, proud of himself despite it literally falling into his lap because he had the perfect credentials.

He loves that she really understands that he doesn't just put people down like animals; he invests time and energy into his twisted passion. And she's still there. How sweet.

He kept ramming into her as they kissed before breaking it, "Turn around."

She is dangerously okay with what he does. And he's rather trusting to tell her.

She's curious about it, the torture and murder, some dark part of her wants to know all about it.

"Yes, sir." She obeys without hesitation.

Martin would certainly expose her to anything she wanted to see; it would make her a witness in the end, but it'd really just solidify what they had.

With her turned around, his hand found her tight asshole, wetting two of his own fingers to begin to probe it. "Bend over." He continued, "You can rub yourself." it would further arouse and relax her that way.

She was certainly not like his ex-wife, that much was for sure.

"Oh, can I?" She can't avoid being snarky forever. She's not really a true submissive and that's probably good, Martin needs some attitude. Her hand slips between her legs to rub circles over her clit. He did say he missed her ass.

Oh, she was absolutely nothing like Jessica. And he certainly did miss her ass.

“Don’t be cheeky-“ he snickered, playing on the British slang before smacking her ass. “Or I’ll have to punish you.” His two fingers began working her ass and feeling her muscles relax.

“You’re so tight.” He grinned.

"And what will you do to punish me, Dr. Whitly?" She does love using his title, it's a turn on.

It helps that she's incredibly turned on, that always makes it easier for anal, she's got to be pretty into the mood.

"I could cut you...or just withhold." He chuckled, giving her some anticipation. He had a few things in mind. "Or tie you up for a few hours. Force you to wear
a vibrating plug that I can control. Or, well, all of the above! We'll see how bad you are."

Lining his cock up with her ass, he assumed she could take a hint when he was about to enter. He didn't thrust in her with a heavy force, but instead he grabbed her hips and slowly watched himself enter her.

Well, most of those options sound like the very best sorts of punishments actually.

That slow slid into her ass is met with little resistance, but it's a tight fit. Her fingers rub circles on her clit. The table is unyielding and hurts a little to be bent against.

"Fuck, Martin."

He felt some of her tension but her body didn’t let him hold back.

“Fuck- It’s been so long, hasn’t it?” He exhaled as he pressed in further. “I can tell you’ve held out for me.” His eyes stay locked on his progress as he pressed in further and began to pump in and out. Her comfort at this point really didn’t matter to him unless she disrupted what was happening.

"Too fucking long." She is able to relax enough to let him fill her fully. Even if there's a little burn at being stretched she's within her limits.

"I couldn't even properly wank after you died, just felt weird."

“It’s flawless,” he admires it as he thrusts against the flushed skin that produces a slapping sound.

“Don’t get soft on me now,” he eyed her playfully. “So who did you go shag in my memory?”

"I didn't." She moans as he finally starts actually thrusting.

"I found a doctor with unscrupulous morals. I thought it the best way to honour you."

Martin focused for a moment on just fucking her, going quiet and just watching her strain and moan as she took him willingly.

“That is flattering,” he would add when he brought himself back into the conversation. “Tell me what you let him do to you.” A little cuckold-y but he was aroused at the thought of her with someone else.

She hasn't let up her rhythm on her clit, drawing herself close then backing off. She wants to draw out her climax.

"I went to his office after hours. He wasn't nearly as intense as you, but he was pretty good at eating me out." If he wants to hear about it, she will tell him.

“Oh yeah?” He leaned forward, hips still rolling back and forth at a slower pace, now paying closer attention to her words.

“You had him licking your pussy.” He repeated. “Did you lie on your back or sit on his face?”

"I was on his desk. He sat in his big fancy chair." She doesn't mind the slower pace.

"He wasn't kinky." She complained, "wouldn't fuck me with a speculum or anything."

"I bet he loved the taste of you as much as I do," He purred, still moving slowly, but leaning in to be close to her.

"That almost feels like a waste," Martin shakes his head as if saddened for her. "Remind me and I'll gladly fuck you with any thing you want."

"He did seem to enjoy it."

She reaches her free hand back to touch some part of him.

"See, you're just a giver." She chuckles. "Willing to fuck me with anything."

"I bet he did," It'd be a stupid man to not. "Did you suck his cock?"

He felt her hand reaching back and took it in his.

"Literally anything," he chuckled despite continuing to give it to her in the ass. Despite the slower pace, he did find his pleasure rising from the tight hole; the description of her with another man also seemed to have helped.

"I didn't. I save blowjobs for the men I actually like. He was just there for a fuck, never to be seen again." It was a great part of London, there was a good chance she literally wouldn't ever cross paths again.

"He didn't eat pussy as good as you do."

"You're going to find most men don't do things as good as I do." he liked that she prioritized and saved things for him. It re-affirmed that he was superior to these other nobodies.

Thrusting harder and increasing his pace, he found himself trying to hold back, to make it last, but it had been quite some time since they had been together. So without much warning he gripped hard into her hips and rapidly chased the pleasure that he released with a groan.

He is far superior to just about everyone when it comes to fucking, she wonders if it is the same kind of passion he puts into killing.

She can feel him spill inside her, always a strange sort of sensation. She follows quickly after, bringing herself to a shuddering climax.

"Fuck, I've missed you, Martin."

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