"Fuck, this is the greatest day of my life," he laughs, the flash from his phone going off and blinding me momentarily. "Go on~" I hear the sound of the recording button being pressed. "Vinny~ What're you going to do for me~?"
I look up at him wide-eyed, caught like a deer in the headlights. Is this meant to be blackmail? Is he going to share this with anyone? My throat tightens, but I manage to squeak out the second question through a choked voice.
"No, fuck no. Are you kidding me? This is for my new personal collection," he smiles, setting the phone down on the desk. He reaches down, his hands cupping the sides of my face roughly. "No one gets to see this, no one else has ever been able to see it. I have Vignette-Fucking-Blackwater, and no one else ever will." He's a frighteningly confident maniac.
He grips himself with his right hand, using his left hand to guide me by the chin to it.
"Lick it."
I'm somewhat shaky, but I manage to. To my surprise, the first taste doesn't really have any flavor. When a slightly breathy moan escapes his lips, my heartrate skyrockets. Did I do that? Just that tiny gesture alone was enough to make him moan? Impulsively I put my mouth on him, curious to hear what other sounds his body might make.
Sure enough, another slight moan. He leans back in his chair, running his hands through his hair and bursting out into another fit of laughter. If I do well enough here, maybe I can shut this bastard up? I swirl my tongue around the two inches of him in my mouth. It tastes strange, unlike anything I've ever experienced before. Perhaps it's the fact I've skipped both lunch and dinner now, but I can't help but crave him.
"Ah–." He's responding to my every movement. As his hand bunches up my hair again I feel emboldened to try and take more of him. I want more of him. I want him to sweat and squirm in his chair. But, despite my best attempt, only a few inches of his length fit. I watch his eyes close, his hips begin to thrust slightly in desperate motions.
"I've wanted you for so fucking long," he exhales. "Aughh, fuck. More," he pleads.
I feel his cock twitch in my mouth, a pressure starting to build. His hand guides my head forward and backwards, creating a rhythmic motion that he's bucking his hips to. I can feel something seeping between my own legs, something clinging to my thighs as my body begins to crave him more and more.
"Fuck, fuck, fuckfuckfuck–," he's groaning, biting his lower lip as his body tenses, spasms, and both of his hands tighten on my hair enough to make me yelp
The frantic man thrusts into my mouth deeper, enough to make me choke as something hot spills down my throat. Attempting to pull free only makes him hold me down closer, his body coming to a freeze as his large member pulses in my throat.
"Nngh… Vinny," he finally exhales.
I jerk my head up the second he loosens his grip, gasping for air and attempting to clear my throat of his seed. Oh, oh my god. We're both panting, and he's smiling down at me as though he found something precious.
"Good girl, good girl~" He praises me, hastily running his sweaty hands through my hair. "I really don't need anyone else~"
My heart flutters, my eyes resting shut as I enjoy his touch on my head. In this moment of bliss, of being praised and coddled, I don't care if he does share the photo around. Though my throat hurts and knees are aching, my first real carnal indulgence leaves me wanting more.
"I'm thinking," he pulls away finally, opening up the bag of our dinner and laying out the spread, "we go back to the status quo for a bit."
I judge his expression with curiosity as I return to sitting across from the man, waiting for him to finish.
"Keep working your job and we'll keep going on little dates. Somewhere other than just the movie theater–." He shoots me a glance. "It's not that I don't wanna watch movies with ya, but we can like… do it at home or something," he smiles. "I'll buy one of those fuckin' projector things and beam it up on the side of the penthouse or something."
I smile contentedly and nod. "Okay, I'd like that."
"I'll get you a ring and we'll give an indefinite deadline to the press on actual wedding shit."
"Do we have to do… the fiance stuff?" I ask awkwardly, uncertain as to how to word the matter without coming off as dismissive of promises I've already made.
He laughs, finally finishing with the food sorting. "You dug this hole, babe. Actions have consequences, and there's no way I'm going to ruin my image by chasing after a chick who refused me."
I really complicated things, I guess. If Papa hadn't instructed me to take care of things, I likely would have simply ignored his interview entirely. I tend to find ignoring scandals results in a much swifter cleanup with minimal damages in the end. Papa, however, prefers to take control over narratives while they're still fresh in people's minds.
"Are we really going to get married?" I ask nervously. My heart begins to twist into violent knots. I've enjoyed my fair share of wedding movies, and I always wondered what it would be like to get to have my own someday. I couldn't imagine it ever actually happening, given how I already have a fulltime commitment in my work, but it was fun to fantasize.
"Why, you wanna~?" He chuckles. "You fuckin' do, don't you?" He's so completely proud of himself that it's almost sickening. His arrogance is also pretty cute though.
"Every girl dreams of their big day," I counter dismissively. "Don't get so smug about it."
"Yeah? And you want your big day to involve me~?" He leans in.
I stab a plastic fork into a slice of barbecue. "Huh? So what if I do? Are you gonna not show up, just to mess with me?"
"Oh, I'd show up," he laughs. "I'll consider it the first real step in my shiny new image."
I tilt my head at this, surprised to hear him letting me in on such details.
"Picture this," he throws his hands out. "Ledger and Vignette White: Owners of WHITEOUT, loving parents, authorities on the expansionist revolution!" He springs to his feet before I can question him, the man darting to his shelf to show me a book on a long dead politician.
"Do you know who this is?" He's beaming.
"V-vaguely…? He used to be an advisor to King Cepha II," I strain to remember.
"Right! He was a family man," he taps the book, then flips it open, "and he would go to the King and lament every-god-damn-fucking-day that he was torn between serving his family and the King, who was also a family man. Well, consider this!" He stops on an image of an early train model. "King Dux's child, Prince Cepha-Magna, is banking on the nostalgia of the glory days and the legacy of his dear great grandpa, King Cepha II. SO!" He takes a deep breath.
I've never seen this man so passionate about anything that wasn't about sex or hatred.
"If we line this up right we can squeak our way into the new dynasty's favor, take control of the transportation industry while it's undergoing massive reform, decide the narrative through our media outlets, and make so goddamn much fucking money. BUT!" He's laughing as he slams the book down on the table in front of me, turned to a page of the current tunnel systems. "BUT, BUT, BUT! We can do better than just money! We can control the whole fucking complex. No matter who is in charge, we'll own the railway systems. No matter who is warring with who, we'll create dependence on these systems and cut off anyone who challenges us. WHITEOUT won't just be media, we'll be the very foundation of the fucking economy."
I stare at him in complete shock. He's panting, having riled himself up again thoroughly. I can't imagine how this presentation would have gone down if he was operating at full energy. He shuts the book, dropping it on my lap. I suppose he wants me to start studying.
"And Papa is stopping you from doing this…?" I take a shot in the dark.
"Fuck no. What could he possibly do against me?" The offended man sits down, digging into his food and putting on music for ambience.
"Then…?" I squint at him, hoping to coax more information from him.
"Look, I'll explain the shit between me and your dad after we're married. See that? Now you have two things to look forward to," he smiles at me darkly.