drwhitly | Closed to statuethief

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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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"I truly do have it all." He smiled, nodding in agreement as he felt her lips moisten his neck. His hands went to her sides, sliding down to pull at the hem of her shirt. They weren't role-playing this time, but in this place, he would certainly grab the reigns without hesitation. "Yes...my favorite toy." He enjoyed playing with the words and their meaning.

"I need you sucking my cock," he told her, his words exhaled against her lips. "I've missed what you can do."

She doesn't know if she will ever really get to take control in the bedroom, maybe she could tie him up sometime.

"My ass and my mouth." Her hands go to his belt to undo it, he looks delicious in a suit and she wants to preserve as much of it as possible, she still has to undo his trousers to free him. There's no hesitation as she gets on her knees to take him in her mouth.

How she dives right in produces a groan of pleasure. He’s already hard as a rock and he has missed that mouth. And that ass. Jessica never gave him anal. It was a bit of a let down but he found it elsewhere.

His hands go into her hair to feel that head moving back and forth. “Yes- this mouth.” He clenches his teeth as he grips her hair, suddenly holding her still so that he could fuck her mouth as she knelt there.

He genuinely might not need to look elsewhere for sexual gratification.

She had expected the roughness, and even if he makes her gag a bit and tear up, she doesn't make any effort to pull away. She does grab his ass and sink her nails into his flesh, it's probably just enough to sting a bit.

That would certainly be ideal.

The gagging was what he fed off of. Actually feeling her struggle. The pinch of her nails only makes him force his way to breach her throat deeper until she just might struggle to breathe and panic. Then he backs off.

"You're so good at that..."

She doesn't fully panic, but she does have a moment where she can't quite breathe. She suspected that he got off on the struggle, and she's willing to indulge him a bit.

When he lets her she pulls away she wipes the tears from her eyes and catches her breath.

At times, he wishes she would fully panic, but when she doesn't he also appreciates it. There is not frantic clawing and hitting which could land in a very unfortunate place.

"You are incredibly sexy like that," He gazes down at her in a sort of admiration, his thumb seeming to both wipe away a tear and purposefully smear her makeup at the same time.

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"Tearful and messy?" Sometimes she seems to forget the kind of man he is.

"You're a dark man." She stands so she can get back onto his table. He does enjoy suffering, and yet she's still breathing.

"Do you want me to put up more of a fight in general?"

"Fucked and a mess." He clarified, but basically the same thing she said. "It just looks perfect on you."

"I'm not sure," He paused and looked her over. "I've never actually 'role played' anyone fighting back." In other words, people who fought back were actually fighting back. "I certainly wouldn't mind if you'd like to."

A dark man was accurate since if she's going to fight back, it means he would get more aggressive to compensate; he knew this, but did she?

"Wait until I've actually been fucked." In a way it's nice to know she doesn't need to give a shit about smeared lipstick.

She's fine with so many of his crimes, but she's not so sure about the rape. It sinks somewhere in her and makes her a bit angry.

"I'm not sure I'm ready to see just how dark you become."

He smiled softly at her, "Okay." His hand went to hers; showing some understanding- something he had learned to do to comfort people. She was worth keeping around so he respected her boundaries with these things.

"You let me do plenty of terrible things to you already," he chuckles, scrunching up his nose a little. "We can keep some stuff for later so it never gets dull."

She appreciates his respect for her boundaries.

"Like coming down to this soundproofed murder den with you?" She laughs. She pulls him between her parted legs.

“That was your idea,” he reminded her, moving in close. His hand went up her skirt when she pulled him in and began to push aside her panties. With his cock still out and covered in her salvia, he lined himself up and abruptly entered her. His mouth went to hers where she sat and kept them close as his hips began to rock, a hand wrapping around the back of her head.

"Oh, I know" it's delicious in the danger.

She meets his kiss, holding him just as close. She gasps into his mouth as he sheaths himself inside her. She had missed his cock and the expert way he plays her body and pushes her boundaries.

He kisses her as he enters her, holding her close to him, his hands reaching around her hips to grab her ass as he pumped into her. "Do you...even have any idea...what really...happens in this room?" he asked, his mouth hovering over hers; feeling he was adding to the mood rather than taking away from it.

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.

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