The Emerald Estate (GrinningGentleman x Poppy)

Vivian's erotically hoarse voice was driving Martin's lust crazy. The sound of an abused woman, but one staying strong and playful, even through torture that'd break and silence most. But not Vivian. She kept her personality, even through this, and Martin admired this. Loved this. There was something about Vivian, that brought out more than just his manic lust. A feeling he hadn't felt for a long time. He was longing for Vivian, as much as Vivian was for him. They're equally sadistic, as well as masochistic kinks. They're general craziness. Everything fit together, like a puzzle.
The embrace of his kiss, was even more proof of this. She'd never be able to deny him this, and she'd probably hear from it, once or twice. She could never deny, enjoying and embracing the Emerald Serpent.

He didn't respond to her remark about his nose, a tiny bit of him hoping quite badly, that it wasn't broken. Again.. Vivian wasn't as dim, as some had proclaimed to him. It had been broken on several occasions. Most of those, at the one thing the Emerald Serpent had ever feared. The one thing he didn't tolerate mention of. His thugs all knew, never to mention this man. Everyone was expendable, when it came to mentioning the Emerald Serpent's uncle. Martin had beaten one of his best friends half to death, for joking about their uncle. And Vivian's mockery and several mentions of the man, was also the one thing that would eventually get her properly punished.

As Vivian started twitching from the suffocation, Martin groaned wickedly with pleasure, feeling every twitch of her body with every one of his thrust's. Martin could see the change of color on her skin, as he felt a different warmth against his cock, causing the large man to chuckle wickedly once again, but not holding back. He wanted her to fain. Go unconscious. It would give Martin a moment of complete control of her, something he wanted.
When she came once again, Martin groaned deeply, yanking the chain a bit harder, making the pressure of her throat a little more uncomfortable for a moment, before her body started slumping, and he loosened. He didn't stop thrusting, however, continuing to ravage Vivian's body, even as she fell unconscious. He also felt the trickle of piss against his thighs a few times, letting him know what happened, causing him to laugh even louder, as he let Vivian's body drop to the table, one hand loosening her collar slightly. He didn't let go of her wrist immediately, however, making damn sure she was completely out first. He continued thrusting slowly inside her, as his hands stroked up her side, before finally letting go of her wrist, letting her arm rest a moment as well. He didn't drop his guard completely, however.

"Even pissed herself.. Such a filthy wh..." Martin was interrupted by the scuffle next to them, quickly looking over, just as the rifle was let out. No misfire was involved, however. Martin's close guards, currently in the room, was highly trained soldiers. Veterans. Extremely expensive, but the best available, for this reason exactly. Four clicks to the chest, as well as one between the eyes, had sent the Vermilion gang member to the floor, and a nice splatter of blood over the two by the table. Martin looked baffled for a moment, taking a few seconds to admire the idiot's conviction, before laughing with another guard's comment.
"A fucking gloorious mess at that! Hah.. Kick the two other's to the floor, make sure they don't interrupt me again.. Only one of them are leaving alive tonight, let e'm think about that, while they watch their Princess break. This ain't done.. Yet.." Martin grinned wickedly, as two of the guards kicked the back of the two remaining members of Vermilion, placing feet on their backs to keep them down.

Martin turned his attention back towards the woman on the table, letting go of her completely, groaning as he pulled out of her. He reached for one of his shelves. He held the pinned hand to the table, before pulling the knife from it, finally releasing her from it. He checked the wound, finding himself caring for Vivian's safety.
"Erick, get me a bandage.. Don't want her fainting completely from blood loss, before I'm done. I got a little more for her, before letting her lose." He demanded, moving Vivian's other hand behind her back as he waited, cuffing it. When given a bandage, Martin carefully applied it over the wound, tying it quite efficiently, clearly having patched up wounds in the past. He figured he'd get it disinfected later.

After patching the hand, he cuffed that one behind her back as well, stroking his hands down Vivian's side again. A shiver of excitement ran down his back, before reaching down to Vivian's legs, turning the unconscious body around, revealing her front. He pressed his abdomen against Vivian's, lowering his body over her, nibbling at the skin of her chest, just above her breasts. Her taste was invigorating. Accelerating. He took a few moments, just looking over Vivian with a wicked grin on his lips, before lowering himself to bite down on her right nipple, teeth pinching it fairly hard, trying to wake her up. He made sure her legs where spread on each side of his body, being ready to keep them down, so she couldn't start kicking him away. His right hand moved to scratch her rear, the other reaching up to squeeze her other nipple as well. He didn't give her long to rest.

In Vivian’s current unconscious state, there was no pain. Just blissful rest. She had no idea that she had soiled herself, or that Martin had continued to plow her even after her shameful display. When the knife was removed from her hand, she felt a slight twinge, the uncomfortable feeling almost enough to awaken her. But thanks to his attention to her sensitive nipples, that was enough to awaken the sleeping beauty.

“Nnnn…” Vivian cringed as she came to, realizing she was in a different position. A part of her had thought everything that was happening to her was some sort of bad dream. But when she came to, the blonde woman would see that this was her new reality. With her hands behind her back, she had no idea how carefully Martin had bandaged her hand. She was just aware of the pressure of her body on the injury, raising her hips somewhat in order to alleviate any discomfort.

Her jade eyes glanced over to her bodyguards, eyes widening in horror as she saw the eviscerated corpse of one of her gang members. It was a rare moment of visible vulnerability for the normally stone cold killer. But for all of her grandstanding, she truly cared for the members of Vermilion gang. While she might not care for her father or brother much, the men on the streets who put in the hard work were the ones who earned her respect. She looked back to Martin, squirming somewhat under his imposing form.

Beneath him, her skin was littered with the marks that he had left on her pale skin, marks of his ownership. She moaned against her will as his nails marked her skin, rising her hips to meet the motion to rub her crotch against Martin’s. As much as she hated him in this moment, she needed him. Vivian needed Martin to fuck her senseless and make her cum over and over again. But, she still had the concern for her men in her mind.

“Fuckin’ blew Thomas’ brains out…” Vivian breathed, her voice hoarse and barely above a whisper as she licked the side of her mouth where some of the dead man’s blood had stained her body. She could see the gore dripping from Martin, able to tell that he took the brunt of the splatter. “He was stupid as shit, but he was my guard….”

She glared to him. “You better fuckin’ kill me, or I’m going to rip you the fuck apart.” Like this, she had no way to fight back. But she still had her teeth. Vivian jerked forward quickly, going to bite down hard at his neck, aiming for the jugular if he wasn’t fast enough. The thought of him shoving his cock in as he bled out on top of her was arousing to the busty woman. Of course, she didn’t seem to take into account that the collar was still tight around her neck.

Martin's blood was rushing with adrenaline, and the fact that he was still coherent, and completely in control of his actions, spoke to how psychotic the man was. Most people, would have little control of themselves, in a state such as his own. The most natural reaction of a human in this state, was to either run for the hills, or fight till death. But he was in complete control. Had he wanted, he could stop now, and snap completely out of his accelerated, aroused state. Pop down on a couch, and watch a movie, did he feel for it. But he didn't. He, was enjoying himself. Even covered in the gore of another man, possibly even accelerated even more because of this fact. And when he saw her moan back into consciousness, he could feel his heart pump faster yet, suckling eagerly with need on Vivian's nipple.

But when he saw the vulnerability in Vivian's eyes, his own narrowed, and he became alert. Like a predator, seeing the weakness of it's prey. His eyes quickly turned towards what had caused this moment of vulnerability of Vivian, but only for a split second, before gazing back. His hawk eyes had caught onto it, and noted it. Other would think it was note, purely to abuse it. But that side of him, was tingling again. The side, he hadn't quite wanted to admit in his own mind, before. The side that liked the crazy woman bellow him. This side of him, made him dislike that vulnerability. He hadn't wanted that. Sure, he'd wanted to find her vulnerabilities, but he hadn't wanted to abuse them. Not tonight. Possibly never.

Martin's body definitely noticed the rub of her crotch against his, his member stroking along her slit as she did. But he'd also been acutely aware of the death in her eyes. The killer instinct, she was so well known for. He wasn't going to make a mistake, like other stupid brute's in his situation might. He was a brute, sure, but he wasn't stupid. And while Vivian was clearly enjoying herself right now, right possibly even needing it. She wouldn't care if she got it from him living, or riding his dying body, or corpse. So when she flew at him, he was prepared. But he didn't abuse the easy ways he had, of controlling her. The chain, which his hand was right next to. Her hair, also easily within reach. He could've even backed off, and knocked her right back down on the table with a single jab, leaving her unconscious again. No. He leaned back, quickly placing a hand on her chest, keeping her from reaching her entirely, and letting her sit up. Her teeth almost reached his neck, because he decided for this cause of action, but he didn't flinch for a second, instead staring down on the woman on the table.

Martin tried to catch her eyes, his expression one of complete control, rather than the rabid animal a few seconds ago.
"You lash out at me, Vivian, as if -I- am the cause of that man's death. Neither me, nor Hank who took the shot, got that on our shoulders. He couldn't stand watching his boss in a new light. Watching her bathe in the rays of said light, into an uncontrollable orgasm. The pleasure, causing her to soil herself..." He put emphasis on that, letting her know the humiliation she just went through. "So.. Stupidly brave, he stood up for his boss, and his head was spilled over us as a cause..." Martin spoke with a control of his voice, surprising to even Erick, who'd known him for a long time. Martin's hand on Vivian's chest, pressed it's fingers against her skin, in a non aggressive, more caressing maner, as he seemed to think something over.

"Get out." He ordered, finally taking his flaring eyes off of Vivian, instead looking back to Erick, who seemed surprised at the order. "Don't fucking say it. And bring the two Vermilion goons, and put them in a room. Make sure they know, that their boss caused one of their friend's life tonight.." He said coldly, still making sure Vivian didn't move in on him, with the gentle, but stubborn hand on her chest, even making sure she couldn't squirm her way out of the block. "But.. Also make sure they know she also saved their own lives. And get them some bloody food. But.. If they try to run, serve them the same dish as Thomas. This ain't fucking daycare, and they fucked up just as bad as their boss." He finished his order, looking back down to Vivian, the falre in his eyes having calmed. Erick sighed softly, nodding a single time in acknowledgement, as he head towards the door, pointing at the two Vermilion thugs.
"Get those idiots up, and bring them to 56.." He demanded, heading out of the door, swinging it open hard enough to cause a wack on the outside wall, clearly unhappy with this demand. Two of the Emerald guards picked up the living specimen, while the third, Hank, who'd dealt the killing shot, picked up Thomas' body, carrying it with him.

After the others had left, Martin just kept staring down at Vivian, for what seemed like an hour, but was more like a minute or two. Then, he reached back, undoing something on Vivian's collar, causing it to tighten slightly, before releasing her neck completely, dropping down her body, before Martin tossed it aside. He remained silent, as the hand on her chest stroked upwards, while still wary and ready to stop her, should she lunge at him again. He stroked his finger's across Vivian's already bruising neck, before gently grabbing her jaw, forcing her to look up at him, even if she still was.
"I believe we didn't quite finish.. And you can deny it all you want, but I know we both want us to." He sneered, his playfully devious grin growing on his lips again. As he did, his other hand stroked down Vivian's thigh, finding it's way between her legs. His fingers stroked over her sex, one stroking between the lips, gently pushing in. He was back to teasing. Prodding. They'd gotten a good, aggressive groove going, but that event had reset everything. Now he needed to know, if with him covered in the blood of one of her gang, she would still be aroused. Still be in this. Wouldn't really mater, either way, he was still going to take what he wanted. But that part of him, was still longing for her to love it.

Vivian was frustrated that she missed her mark, as the larger man pulled back and allowed her to sit up. His hand on her chest made her want to claw at it, to rip it to shreds just with her nails. But there was only so much she could do, and her wounded hand ached so badly. So there was nothing more for her to do except stare at him like a petulant child, the scowl clear on her pretty face.

She listened to what he had to say, but looked to the side, back to the pile of gore that was dear Thomas. Thomas, who had been her guard since she was a pre-tee. Thomas, who risked his life every day to keep her safe. The blonde wasn’t always a very easy person to work under, especially with her reckless antics. When Martin brought up how she soiled herself while she was in ecstasy, she turned her face back to him, doing her best not to look embarrassed. But the tell tale flush crept up her neck and cheeks, evident that she was capable of feeling shame.

The soft touch on her chest versus the firm hand was certainly noticed. She could have taken advantage of the situation and lunged. But it seemed that the man had realized just how important her guard was to her. And the other two, Michael and Jake, were just as important. They hadn’t been with her as long as Thomas, but that didn’t make them matter any less to the blonde psychopath. When he looked to Erik to bark orders, she turned her head to look to him, instead of staring any longer at the mess that had been Thomas or be subjected to Martin’s intense gaze.

When he gave the order, and mentioned that she had been the one to cost Thomas his life she felt as if she wanted to cry. Cut and dry, there was no denying that it was her getting defiled before him that caused him to act recklessly. But, Thomas was the only one in charge of his actions. And he willingly tried to attack the leader of the Emerald Servants, on his own turf. Such actions certainly didn’t make anyone in the gang see Vermilion in a better light.

But, when Martin added that she had also saved their lives, she blinked back the tears. Her green eyes shifted back to Martin, slumping down to rest on her elbows beneath Martin. In no time at all, the two of them on the desk were the only ones left in the room. Like this, Vivian wasn’t afraid to reveal her vulnerability. She didn’t want others in his gang to know just how much her men meant to her.

“Keep them alive.” Vivian hesitated, adding almost like an afterthought. “Please.” She took a deep breath before speaking again. Martin was quiet at this time, looking down to her as she felt like an eternity had passed. Her hand was throbbing. “You let them go home...and I’m willing to do whatever it takes to let that happen. You want me to take your cock dry in my ass and smile? Fine. Fuck it.” She frowned, no longer looking or sounding vulnerable. “Choke me until I pass out again, f-”

As he reached for her neck to touch the collar, she stopped talking as it was tightened for just a moment before it fell off her body completely. Confused, she looked up to him. Her neck was already bruised in the shape of the collar that she had been wearing. She was flicking her eyes to the side to look at what was left behind of Thomas, but her jade eyes snapped back onto Martin as he took her chin in his hands.

To his words, Vivian wanted to spit in his face again. To show that no matter how he treated her, that he was the one beneath her in the end. But instead, she spread her legs a bit wider so his fingers could probe her easily. The blonde woman was beginning to find that his thick fingers felt amazing. She couldn’t help but moan, tossing her head back, eyes closed as she focused on all of the pleasure he was intent on giving her. After a few moments of his rubbing, he slipped a finger into her and she gasped. Vivian knew full well that her body was wanting nothing more than to cum again and again.

“You better fuck me good…” The blonde haired woman looked to him, desire clear in her eyes as she leaned towards him. Before he could react, she stuck out her tongue and gave a long lick to the side of his neck, where some of Thomas’ blood had dripped down. “...because I could really use it...I don’t want you to wash off. I want to clean you up with my tounge...Thomas was too good to get washed down the drain. I’ll lick it all up, if you’ll let me.” Her voice was drenched in lust, her cunt nice and wet thanks to his exploring digits.

Martin noticed the shame on Vivian's face, but didn't take advantage of that. There would be plenty time to humiliate, and degrade the Vermilion Princess. But now wasn't it. He'd taken something dear away from her. Something, she couldn't get back. Something he couldn't pay her back. Her men meant a lot, something he'd found surprising at first, but something he respected. None of his men where born street kids, or thugs. They became this, when they learnt about the money available with the job. The majority of them where war veterans, and exceptional mercenaries. None of them had been hired, without extensive, and intense combat training. Even though this made them worth more to some, than some street thugs, probably like the majority of the Vermilion gang, Martin had always respected the hustle. They worked, with what they had. They didn't have a Bilion dollar company behind them, to train them extensively. Sure, the Vermilion gang was doing well, but they'd never seen the kind of money Emerald Serpents pushed around.

Martin waited for Vivian to speak when they'd been left alone, eyes narrowing intently as she began. His head tilted slightly, as she basically begged for him to leave them alive. Stopping her with the unbuckling of the collar, Martin stroked his finger's over the bruises on her neck, head tilting slightly as the green, predatory eyes looking over his handy work. The green eyes shot back onto Vivian's, as his fingers grabbed on to her chin.
"I'm not letting them go. And if you think about it, you don't want me to.. They are loyal to you, and they think you'd want them to report back.. But what do you think your father will do, when he hears they let you get caught? What your brother will do? They are dead, if I let them go. I have no intention on killing them, however. I leave that in their hands. Threatening them, and blackmailing you, with their lives... That would be too easy." Martin explained, intense eyes focusing on her's, almost as demanding of her attention as the hand on her chin. "Telling my men, to start systematically exterminating Vermilion thugs, one by one, if you didn't do exactly what I said, would be so.. So easy.. No. I don't want your blackmailed, pale, numbed body.. I want your fury. I want your heat. I want -you-." He emphasized on the last word, a small grin on his lips now. "I never wanted to abuse your vulnerabilities. Turn you into a vegetable... No, I want you to break! I want you to beg, but not for my mercy, but for my fury! For pleasure. For more. I want to, and will, make you realize, that no one will ever fuck you, like I do. No one, will ever care for you, like I can. No one, will ever take you, like I do, and you know it, little Vivy.. You just have to admit it to yourself." Martin snared, his grin continuing to grow, while his digits had started playing with her folds, ultimately pushing inside of her, thrusting slowly back and forth inside of her.

When she lunged for him this time, Martin didn't flinch immediately, but kept his hand on her chin, able to push her away quickly, should she start to bite too hard. Her tongue caused Martin to shiver with a snarling groan, grinning.
"I'm sure he was.. I am.." He paused for a moment, looking down to Vivian, a genuinely solemn expression on his face for a moment. "I am sorry, that you lost him tonight. He clearly meant a lot to you." They where alone now, and Martin decided to let something show, he probably wouldn't have in front of her two other guards. Nor his own. His intense eyes stared at her's for a moment, before reaching for the shelf by his side, not even looking into it, as his fingers found something. He reached behind Vivian's back, using one hand to clink the key of her cuffs into the hole, unlocking it. The second he did, his free hand reached into her hair, grabbing it, and leading her lips to his, in an intense, lustful kiss. His tongue mingled with her's again, his teeth occasionally biting down on her lips, her tongue, anything they could. His fingers started working faster, one starting to thrust deeper inside of her, as the thumb found her clit, rubbing over it wildly. Even if Vivian didn't try, or even seem to try and move her head, his fingers kept their grip tight, making sure it constantly felt like he was pulling her hair. The hand even moved, pressing their faces harder together, before grabbing a new area of hair.
Even with the smell of core in the room, it almost seemed the smell and feeling of lust overwhelmed it.

Vivian listened intently to the man as he reasoned with her what would happen to the two if they returned to the Head of the gang without her. Her brother was scheming, but ultimately he would feel relieved to have Vivian out of the way. But her father had a mind to let Julian handle the financial aspect of the gang and have Vivian out on the streets working the hustle. After all, she was just so much more accepting of that life. And all of the men in Vermilion swore fealty to her, having a lot of respect for her being willing to pound the pavement with them. Being on the front lines to see what they saw day in and day out on the streets helped them to bond.

He wasn’t wrong. She had adored everything that he was doing to her, no matter how brutal or harsh up until her man was killed. Her jade eyes slid shut as he pushed his fingers inside of her, exhaling sharply as the scent of their lust mingled with the iron smell of blood in the room. There was something undeniably appealing about Martin. He was unlike any other person she had been with. Rarely in life would Vivian find someone on her level of depravity. Martin and Vivian were cut from the same cloth, that was for certain.

As she licked his neck, she was pleased that he didn’t push her away. Perhaps it would do for her to lull him into a false sense of security and then strike. But for now, she wanted to show respect to her fallen soldier and make certain to clean up the mess that he left behind. At the sound of his apology and sincere words, she stopped licking, to take it all in. There was no denying that he was genuinely apologetic.

With her hands freed, now, she barely had time to flex her fingers and get the blood back pumping into her hands before her hair was roughly grabbed and she met Martin’s lips in a kiss. With his fingers pumping away inside of her, she found it easy to get lost in the kiss, enjoying how passionate it was. There was no denying that the two had chemistry, and hopefully the events of the evening that were negative wouldn’t put a damper on things. All of her thoughts of revenge were pushed to the side temporarily as she instead focused on cumming again. She wanted Martin to feel just as good as she did.

She nipped his bottom lip, wanting him to feel just as good as she did. So with her hands now freed, she reached out to stroke his cock, wanting to feel how hard he could get under her touch. With a few short experimental strokes, she pulled back from the kiss, long enough to speak to him.

“Never fucked a sister and brother in the same day before...kinda hot.” Vivian was breathing hard before she crashed her lips against his. A part of her was wondering if the pair could work out, that if she stayed there, would he be willing to help her overthrow her father and take control of her gang? The thought was in her mind, but she was much more focused on the pleasure of the act. Scheming could come later.

All the silent hints that Vivian was happy with what Martin did, was enough for him. While he wished he could think he didn't care how it made her feel, he'd be lying to himself. Which he was, when he told himself she'd be no more then a tool. Using her, pacifying the Vermilion gang would be easy. If he could coax her to his side, change the leadership in the Vermilion gang? He'd grow to the top of this city's food chain immediately. Sure, that idea had crept up in his mind, and he tried his best to tell himself, that was all he really wanted with Vivian. But the chemistry in the room this evening, was intoxicating. The fact that he had no way of predicting her next move, was accelerating. Uncuffing her hands, giving her ample opportunity to hurt him. And with her volatile nature, she just might do so. But that just made his teeth long for more. She could try to turn the situation around, at any moment. He wouldn't let her, however. Not tonight. Fighting him, would only get him harder down on her. Something, he was pretty sure she wouldn't actually mind.

His body shivered as she reached down, her fingers wrapping around his cock. He groaned softly with a grin, pulling away just slightly, as she nipped at his lip. It wasn't a move that made it seem like he didn't want it, maybe more that he wanted her to fight for it. Lash back. And after her remark, she did, causing him to snicker against her lips, his finger burrowing as deep inside of Vivian as it could, as his other hand stroke through her hair, grabbing on to a new area, pulling her slightly back.
"Best of both worlds, ey? Makes you wonder... If you played your cards right.. Would it have to be the last time you do so?" He asked, a wicked grin on his lips.

Martin's hand stroked down from Vivian's hair, latching on to her jawline once again, moving her head to the side, attempting to presenting the bruised skin to his mouth. He moved his lips to the discolored skin, sinking his teeth into the Lymph node of her neck, biting hard enough for it to hurt. As he did, he pushed an additional digit inside of her longing cunt, starting to thrust them faster and faster, thumb still fondling her clit, now a little more roughly.
The bite on her neck wasn't long, but he instead moved his teeth further down, biting her chest, possessively. His bites where now followed with kiss', mixing gentle in with the rough, carnal pleasure. The bite's continued down her breast, not being more gentle with her right breast, his teeth biting down on it, hard enough to leave a bite mark that'd certainly persist for quite some time. His lips also found her nipple, but only his lips pinched down on this as he suckled. The lips still pinched hard enough to send a sting, but not matching the bites.

If Vivian did not attempt to stop him, his bites and kiss' would continued down her stomach, leaving a dozen bite marks there, on her hips and a few on her side, slowly moving his body down, his cock soon out of reach for her hands. And if she still did nothing to stop him, he looked up with that predatory glint in his eyes, as he lowered himself to the lips, his fingers where still violating. He kept his right arm between his head and her leg, but wrapped the other around her, grabbing on to her other leg's thigh. This way, she wouldn't be able to start moving him around, but he'd still be in control. She'd be able to pull his hair, but even that he could defend himself with the arm he now reached up to squeeze her breast, just as his tongue lashed out, stroking over her clit, moaning with pleasure.

“Oh fuck…” Vivian swore as he bit down on her bruised neck, adoring the pain that ran through her body. Pain was accompanied with adrenaline, which was an amazing drug to the blonde woman. Almost better than the thrill she got after doing cocaine. “That’s it, my Serpent…” She breathed heavily, giving him quite an apt nickname. “Go ahead and bite down hard, make me bleed...makes me so fuckin’ wet when you do that.”


She let go of his cock for just a moment, going to slip a finger or two inside of herself to gather up some of her juices. It was erotic for her fingers to join in with Martin’s in her pussy, and she was producing plenty of her sweet nectar to help things go smoothly. Withdrawing her fingers, the clear sweet juice dripped down her hand and she returned to pumping ner newly lubed hand up and down his prick. Handjobs certainly went better when ample lubrication was applied.

“C’mon baby...make it hurt…” Vivian begged of him, wanting him to be the violent lover that she adored, hissing through gritted teeth as he used his fingers alone to stimulate her. When he moved his mouth lower to lavish her breasts with attention, she adored how he bit hard at her breast, leaving an obvious marking of his teeth. She giggled, feeling drunk on lust, biting her lower lip when his lips hovered over her nipple. But he was much more gentle with them, somehow still able to make it hurt lightly in a fantastic manner.

With every small kiss and nip as he made his way down her body, she eventually had to relinquish her grip on his dick. But she was fine with the trade off, instead just laying back and appreciating everything that he was doing for her. Her skin bruised so easily, and in no time at al her body was littered with just as many markings from the biting and sucking as it was covered in tattoos. As his mouth finally settled on lapping at her clit, both of her hands flew down to the top of his head, threading her delicate fingers into his hair.

“Fuck...feels so damn good…” Vivian giggled, wriggling beneath him. “You make me wanna be a really good girl for you. Makin’ me feel soooo good. About to cum real soon if you keep it up.” She panted, tongue hanging out of her mouth like a bitch in heat as she looked down over her large breasts to him. “Is that what you want, Serpent? For me to cum all over your face? Would be nicer to have your sister’s cunt in my mouth, though….”

Martin grinned as he started biting down her body, causing her body to shiver and squirm with the adrenaline. The nickname she appointed him, caused his brows to raise slightly. This was half of his own boss' nickname. Something about being called this by Vivian, caused a shiver down his spine. A good one. Old aspirations, he'd long shelved and forgot about, popped back up. He wanted back his father's pride. The organisation his father had started, had been lead by a partnership between his father, and the Russian Mob. When his father passed, it had been taken over singularly by the Don, and Martin had wanted to change that. He'd take back the name of Emerald Serpent. Put it back on back of a Hansen. Back on a Dane, and off a Russian. It was his father's work, that had made the Russian Mob as powerful as it was at this time. Martin wanted that back.

This spark of insanity, brought Martin to grant Vivian her wish, biting down hard on the woman's fragile skin, leaving a bleeding bite mark on her side. Then another on her stomach, not far bellow her breast's, and another... Vivian had about six extra sore bite marks on her stomach, when he finally moved further down to the lips of her sex. He still kissed her occasionally, his lips stained with her blood, before he started licking and teasing at her clitoris. But before doing so, he'd taken note to their finger's dance inside of her. How she'd lubricated her hands, making the strokes of his cock that more pleasing. She wanted him to feel pleasure as well, clearly.

Martin's eyes grinned as much as his lips, as she mentioned wanting to be a good girl for him. He continued further downwards, his tongue stroking between the folds of her sex, still not quite pushing inside, until she called him his nickname again. His eyes sparked with lustful fury, as he plunged his tongue inside of her, lapping up her taste with a vigorous eagerness. As he did, the hand on her breast moved two fingers to pinch her hard nipple between them, while his other hand dug it's nails into her inner thick, still holding hard on to her leg. He groaned against her sex, his mouth moving with the movement of his tongue, causing his nose to stroke across her clit on several occasions. He pressed against her, laughing slightly against her, as he pulled her sideways, still keeping her back down against the table. This caused her to pump into a lamp, and a few other things that'd been on the table, tilting it over, and even pushing things down the side of it. He found his roughe edge again, and he used it, while he forced her closer, and closer to another orgasm. But he wasn't going to let her have that. Not quite yet.

And as he continued, still pulling and pushing her around on the table, while his tongue hungrily lapped at her juices, he waited for just the right moment. Waited for that breath to catch. That shiver of her body. The little ticks, that showed you where getting close. Right on the edge. He wouldn't stop for anything, not even if she pulled his hair painfully, it didn't stop the hungry, green eyed serpent.
But when she got there, inches away from an orgasm, he stopped, growling as he moved over her body once again. He was over her in a matter of seconds, his green eyes staring furiously with lust down into her's. He'd moved his body, so he didn't touch her's, practically at all, making sure she wouldn't quite get over that last lump. Making sure she'd stay on the edge, rather than tumble over it, into an orgasm. He placed a hand on her stomach, pushing her down on the table, as his other hand grabbed one of her wrist's, slamming it down against the table, leaving her other hand still free to do whatever she wanted with it.

"Noo.. Not quite that. I want you to stay, riight there.. On the edge. Because I want to teach you a lesson. You've felt what I can give you. How I can treat you. And I want you to think on that, while you lay there. Your body, aaaching for that last nudge.." He snarled, with a deep, lustful voice. The lower part of his face had managed to get nearly covered in a mixture of her juices, as well as her own and Thomas' blood. He grinned down on her, his hand making very sure she wouldn't be able to nudge her way up to stroke against him, also keeping a very close eye on her other hand, making sure she wouldn't take that last step on her own. "I.. -want- you.. I want you to be a good girl, but only for me. I also want you to be an angry Cat. I want your bite. Your scratch. Everything that is you. I'll make you mine, and you plead for me to treat you right. Treat you like this. Put you in your place, because you've fucking loved everything that's happened to you tonight, you beautiful, wondrous, crazy little masochistic slut." He growled, a grin wide on his lips. "But I still have to punish you. Show you, what happens when you overstep. When you forget to plead the right way. Because you've shown me ways to punish you tonight. One way, that I'll never use.. And one I'll adore using." He cackled a maniacally chuckle, as he stroked the hand on her stomach downwards slowly. He reached a finger towards her clit, only touching, and nudging it slightly, if he could feel her coming off her edge, forcing her to get back up.
"Now.. Beg for me, to give you more... Beg for me, to fuck you just the right way. Tell me, what you want me to do, and why I should give it to you, my hungry little Kitten.. Be a good girl, and tell your Serpent what you want from him.." Martin demanded, with a lick on his lower lip, and a wicked grin.

Underneath Martin’s skill, Vivian was getting dangerously close to cumming. Especially when he finally allowed her to experience the pleasure that just his tongue could bring to her. And when he decided to add a painful twist to it, to pinch a nipple and dig his nails into her inner thigh, the blonde woman thought she would lose right right here. But Martin shifted her again, Vivian ignoring anything that was knocked on the floor. What was going on between the pair atop the desk was much more important than any broken baubles or office furniture. It did help to take her away from the edge of her orgasm, something that annoyed and frustrated her more than anything else.

“So close…” Vivian hissed, frowning before laying her head back down on the desk. “Let me cum for you….I want to cum all night with you.” The blonde woman meant it, so lost in her lust that she no longer cared about anything upsetting that happened that evening. Her long legs were shivering and it sounded like her breath was catching. Certain signs that soon she would cum. She just needed to cum so badly. Vivian was in such an altered state of mind that she was willing to go along with anything asked of her. As long as she could feel his skilled tongue bringing her release.

The blonde killer looked up to the man who suddenly was in her face once again, certain that a basilisk was staring down at her, threatening to devour her. Those intense emerald eyes couldn’t belong to anything human. With her injured hand now pinned, her free hand was released from his hair and moved to run down the length of the arm that was on her stomach. It was nice to appreciate his muscles, and the various tattoos he had across his skin as well. She had wanted to stroke his cock instead, but his positioning was making that an impossible desire.

“Driving me fuckin’ wild…” Vivian grumbled, wanting to reach up and french kiss him. The Vermilion Princess wanted to see how she tasted on his lips. But it seemed that he had more to say, so she stayed still underneath him for the most part. Her hips were still rising up from the desk, doing her best to rub his crotch against her soaked and needy sex. Anything to push his lust. As he continued to speak to her, he flicked her clit, causing an electric jolt to surge throughout her body.

“You want...me to beg…” Vivian was doing her best to catch her breath, sounding as if it were beneath her. “Is that what you want, my Serpent? For me to beg you to take your huge cock and spread me open…” She laughed lightly before looking at him directly, determination clear in her voice. “You know how badly I need this….I have to have you fuck me until I pass out with that huge cock of yours! I want you to hurt me and love me….I want to fuck and kill with you until we both have our fill.” She raised her head off the table now, moving to French Kiss him deeply, finally tasting herself on his tongue..

Vivian's squirming underneath him was electrifying, his lust certainly not calming down. But the control of his self, was never wavering, not even in the fase of extreme lust. And it was certainly there. He wanted his fill as well. He wanted to finish her off again, and then do the same for himself. His position of dominance was accelerating. Especially over a woman like Vivian. And he was breaking her. She needed this, more then she needed a lot of things in her life. She needed the pleasure only he could give her, this was clear in her eyes. Her catching breath. The squirms and twitches of her body. Even more so when he was above her, and she groaned her complaint about his teasing. She wasn't wavering. Didn't just want him to continue, for it to stop. Didn't just want it to end. She wanted it to continue, and never end. And he was going to make her admit exactly that.

He listened intently, his intense stare never calming, or wavering. Green eyes gazing at her, with a predators glint in them. Her desperately catching her breath, and laughing at the demand, caused the eyes to narrow, as his lips curled a grin. She wasn't completely broken yet. And as he expected, she didn't beg. She didn't plead for what she wanted. She needed to 'have' it. The one thing, she couldn't be certain of, with him. She could have everything she could ever wish for, but she'd -have- to learn to beg for it then. She'd learn eventually. He didn't expect breaking her tonight, and he wasn't going to continue this much longer. He wasn't even sure he could, she was too intense and the pleasure was something he'd never experienced before. He was certain she was already more exhausted than her tongue and face suggested. The intense orgasm she'd had before, had to've tore on her energy. He was nearly satisfied. Now, she just needed to know what this path was taking her.

His lips groaned softly as they met with her's again, parting his own eagerly to let her taste her own pleasure fluids. His tongue danced dominantly with her's, taking control of the kiss with the eagerness of a predator. His hand moved from her stomach, letting their bodies melt together again, his member resting between his body and her crotch, letting her needy sex feel it again. His hand stroked up her side, scratching her with the backside of his nails, moving all the way up to her arm, slamming it down against the table, as he pressed her head the same, squeezing her entire body down against the table in a dominant display. His hand continued to stroke up her arm, moving it above her head, doing the same with the other, before curling their finger's together, displaying something else than simply dominance. Hinting at an interest. An interest in being one. More than just predator and prey. Both his hands did this, causing one of his hands to squeeze down on her wound, probably sending a pang of pain through her body. His kiss was suffocating for them both, letting neither of them breathe, before finally letting go, catching his own breath in a hoarse inhale, his intense stare returning. His lips grinned, not moving as he started speaking, letting her continue to kiss the lips as they danced, should she desire.

"There it was again.. Need to 'have'. You'll get what you want.. But you'll have to learn how to beg... This, is no longer beneath you. Not with me. -No one- will ever make you beg. No one, but -me-." He whispered in a voice to match his eyes' intensity, his teeth reaching down to bite her lower lip, hard, breaking the skin slightly as he groaned with furious lust. The iron taste of her blood to his tongue was intoxicating, and his tongue licked the wound, before making sure she couldn't bite back.
"But tonight, I'll let you have, my little Princess. My little kitten.. My little whore.." He promised, before letting off, standing up above her once again. As his hands let go of her's, one swiped across her cheek in a harsh, humiliating slap across her cheek as he grinned. His hand quickly grabbed her throat afterwards, keeping her down as his other hand reached between their legs, aiming himself to then thrust deep and fast inside of her, their bodies slapping together once more. Her wrapped his free arm around one of her legs, as his hips started rocking. Slow, at first, his thrust's going as deep as they could each time, as the pace quickened. Soon, their bodies where slapping together so fast and hard, that the hand on her throat had to keep her body from physically moving on the table. His other hand dug it's nails into her inner thigh, as his teeth reached out for the shin of her raised leg, biting into the side of it harshly enough to leave a mean bruise in it's wake, whenever the bite let.