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She'd told everyone to leave because she had things under control. To call that stupid would be an understatement. Though they all hesitated, they left. Enid looked at her the longest, then scurried away after another glance at the Hyde. Despite the fact that they all listened to exactly what she had said, Wednesday makes a mental note to chastise them all later if she makes it out alive.
Now she's alone with Tyler, face to face with a killer monster...one with a very specific vendetta against her. She knows it's a 50-50 whether he kills her or cooperates. The two of them circle each other, keeping a keen eye out for who will make the first move. There's no way she can take him on as a Hyde, but if she can get the concealed syringe in Tyler's skin she'd be one step closer to having a personal guard dog. The thought of being his master makes her perk up a little too much, even for her morbid self.
"What if I lied about my feelings," Wednesday says aloud, her voice echoing slightly in the chamber. She's almost as surprised by those words as Tyler seems to be. But perhaps this is exactly the distraction she needs to get close enough to stick him. He bares his teeth and lurches toward her, listening intently.
"You were right. I was attracted to you. But you do know there's only one way we can truly be together. Say hello to your new master." She raises the syringe, ready to plunge it into his chest but the sudden movement triggers him. He reacts too quickly, knocking her down to the ground with an effortless sweep of his arm and growling a warning. She involuntarily gasps as the air is knocked out of her lungs.
Wednesday braces herself, expecting a Hyde to come rip her apart but instead a human Tyler walks up and straddles her as she's still splayed out on the ground trying to catch her breath. She gropes around for the syringe but finds nothing.
"I should fucking kill you right here and now." He seethes, eyes wild with rage. A hand clamps around her throat, squeezing hard.
The sensation is unexpectedly delicious, her body trembles and her eyes roll back as a moan is ripped from her. This isn't the first time she's been choked by a crazed white man, or even by Tyler for that matter...but this is the first time its not exactly unwelcome. Methods of torture do typically satisfy her in unique ways.
It has scarcely occurred to her to explore sexual interests. Her time is much too valuable for that, save for a few rare occasions where her body requires respite from the pent up frustrations of being alive.
Tyler relents a little, his grip easing up. She can't help but let out a small whimper when she realizes she can breathe freely again. That wasn't nearly enough time to enjoy the asphyxiation to it's fullest. His eyes are now alight with a hunger that she hasn't seen before.
"I can't say this surprises me." He's looking frustratingly triumphant, a dark, wry grin plastered on his face.
He's definitely getting hard now, Wednesday can feel it against her hip. The glare she gives him would deflate most men's egos. Not his, though, and her slip up has a large part to play in that. Even in human form she wouldn't be able to fight him off...but she's increasingly not sure she wants to.
"Not much to say now that I'm not in shackles, huh?" It's a taunting remark meant to antagonize her. She knows that. But she decides to play along anyway.
She makes a show of trying to get him off and get away, and he must genuinely be distracted because she manages to shift him off of her enough to get up. She runs for the closest doorway, Tyler immediately prowling after her. He discards the cape he was wearing, eyes trained on her lithe body as she runs from him. The thrill of the chase sends a jolt of excitement down her spine. It doesn't take long for him to catch her, roughly shoving her up against a nearby pillar. His eyes have changed, now dark like the Hyde's, though still brimming with arousal. Oh, he liked that.
"Why don't you just kill me already?" She asks, trying to provoke him further.
"We both know that's not what I really want." He moves in and there's a moment where she still isn't sure if she's going to die but then their mouths clash together. One of his hands slides up the nape of her neck, yanking her hair hard enough to sting. She whines into his mouth, embarrassed by how easily he's elicited noises from her. The kissing is nowhere near gentle. It's full of need and months of unresolved tension between the two of them.
Tyler's hips grind against Wednesday's. He nips at her bottom lip, then trails some bites and kisses down her neck to her collar bone. He pulls her jacket off and starts undoing her shirt. She's never allowed anyone to do anything like this to her. The thought of any guy touching her usually makes her nauseous, but with Tyler it's different.
Despite all that's happened between them there's still an undeniable tether pulling her very being toward his. A call to the void that's had its grip on her since the night she kissed him. Wednesday, with her twisted sense of attraction, yearns more for him now that she knows he's a monster than when he was nothing more than a mundane barista. His blatant obsession with her only fans the flames further, leaving her aching with want.
Such material desires are foreign to Wednesday, which is why she feels better off ignoring them. Her attempts to ignore it this time are all but futile, which is why she's now mentally grasping at straws.
"Tyler..." She whispers. He visibly shudders at hearing her speak his name. He bites down hard, nearly breaking skin on a spot above her left breast. In the spot where her heart is beating furiously inside her rib cage. She digs her nails into his shoulders.
"Tyler!" She moans, eyes widening at how expressive she's been. Pain seems to play a big part in getting her to react.
"That's it," He growls. "Say my name. Beg for it, Wednesday." The timbre of his voice has her body arching up to close any modicum of space between them.
"I do not beg." She scowls.
"You will." He replies, trailing teasing fingers up her thigh.
He rubs at her clothed clit and then tuts. His other hand snakes under her skirt too and suddenly he's tearing her panties apart and throwing them to the side. He's right back to playing with her as if that was a normal thing to do. His fingers slide through her folds with tantalizingly slow strokes.
The sensation is better than Wednesday expected but she's determined to deny Tyler the satisfaction of seeing her fall apart for him. At least, that's what she keeps repeating in her head until he finally inserts two fingers. They slide in easily, pushing deep and curling to brush her cervix.
"Already so wet for me, Wednesday. It doesn't quite feel like you hate me as much as you let on." He hums.
She attempts to stifle a moan but her body betrays her. This is more stimulation than she's ever experienced. Pleasuring herself has always been methodical and meticulous. A slow build-up to an orgasm. That deliberate pace gave her the assurance of knowing it was approaching. The uncharted territory before her is equally thrilling and terrifying.
Her eyes are cracked open just enough to see Tyler lean in to kiss her. Without thinking she enthusiastically moves forward to get their lips to meet. He chuckles into her mouth but it turns into a groan as Wednesday starts to fuck herself on his fingers.
Bewildered by her own boldness as she's now pushing herself down onto his fingers, she's craving the ebb of pain she achieves from getting his fingers to go as deep as possible.
It's intoxicating...so much so that she barks at him. "Add another finger. Now." He obeys, causing her to scream out in pleasure.
Tyler uses his face to nudge hers to the side, exposing her neck to him. Dark bruises appear as he blazes a trail of hickeys across her throat. Her whole body quivers and suddenly she's hit with an orgasm that blinds all her senses.
Now slumped against the pillar, her eyes open to see Tyler looking absolutely wrecked by what he just witnessed.
"Fuck, Wednesday...I need to be inside of you." His voice is low and pleading.
She nods, senses slowly coming back to her. He's immediately undressing his lower half. He lays her down on the ground and presses his cock to her entrance. She writhes and scratches her nails up and down his arms as he teases her, still extremely sensitive.
Tyler thrusts into her without warning or care. He knows she would prefer a less gentle approach. For a few long moments she's back to being putty, but then the fog lifts as she realizes something. She throws him a smug look.
"What happened to making me beg for it, Hyde?" She quips, arching an eyebrow.
Wednesday truly thinks she's gotten him until a sultry laugh rumbles from within his chest. She balks, furious to see that she's made a poor judgement call with her deductive reasoning skills. His dark eyes pierce into her own as he pulls his hips back and pounds into her. As soon as he begins moving she feels that sharp edge dulling.
"Oh Wednesday...you didn't think I meant you'd have to beg for me to fuck you?" He asks, knowing full well that was exactly what she'd assumed. He continues. "I know that's not what you crave the most. I know you'll need more than just my cock. Fucking you was inevitable, cockroach, but you want something else. Isn't that right?"
A whimper is all she can make out as she connects the dots. She's already cum once, but even that was missing something. A darker form of delight.
Tyler's breathing is ragged as he fucks her. His little moans are music to her ears...but he's still right. As much as she wants to ignore it, he's right. She's desperate for more. To have his hand around her throat once again.
She clamps her mouth shut and focuses on the present. He's already shattered her illusions of control on multiple occasions. Is it so wrong of her to want to salvage a modicum of power? Wednesday feels like she's owed it, after the stunts he's pulled. She may have walked all over him during her visit to Willow Hill but since then he's thrown her through a window, stalked her, and threatened to kill her.
"I don't know what you're talking about. In fact, this is unimpressive at-mmnh!" The rest of the insult morphs into a moan as Tyler picks up the pace. He's burying himself so deep inside of her. The slight pain of being stretched out is euphoric. As much must be showing on her face. He's looking at her, relishing in how her impenetrable exterior has melted just for him.
Tyler's features soften for just a moment as he cracks open the floodgates of bottled emotions.
"I love that I get to see you like this..." He trails off, and then switches back to being horny and detached. "But you won't get what you want unless you beg for it. I'll ravage you all fucking night into the morning if you let me." He breathes. He's getting closer, she can sense it.
Something about that sliver of vulnerability breaks her. It was so unexpected and yet so touching? She shudders at the prospect of feelings. Though it was enough to get her to give in.
"Tyler, please...I need..." She winces while making her request. "Please choke me again." It's said so matter-of-factly that he chuckles.
"Mmm...beg more. Like you mean it." He hums. One of his hands reaches up to tease her, lightly grazing his fingers over her jugular.
Her back arches up off the floor at his touch. Cold, hard logic is out the window evidently as she complies.
"I want your hand around my throat so badly... I'd do anything to feel it again. Please, please...do it for me" She pleads.
A growl emanates from him and he curls his fingers around her neck. He squeezes hard, watching her eyes flutter and feeling her thighs clench around him. She's on cloud nine, hurtling towards another orgasm.
Tyler's pace is still as brutal and beautiful as before. Choking Wednesday like this, watching her respond to his every thrust and touch...it's driving him mad.
"I can't...hold on much longer. I'm close," He leans in to graze his teeth along her right ear. "I'm going to fill you with my cum, Wednesday. And you're going to take it all." He whispers.
The filter she'd previously put in place is disappearing as the ecstasy takes over. Her body writhes, Tyler's grip on her neck the only thing keeping her grounded in the slightest. She whimpers his name and claws at the hand choking her as she's pushed over the edge. A few thrusts later his orgasm follows. He lets go of her, a rush of oxygen flooding her lungs. She can't help but take in a few heaving breaths, their eyes locked as she does so.
Tyler's still inside of her as he states, "Our depraved souls are now undeniably entwined. You're mine, cockroach. All mine." The last part is more of a growl.
Something so possessive shouldn't have her pussy throbbing the way it does. With the climax over, her poker face remains at the very least. Unfortunately for her he can feel the way she tightens at his words. He grins, pulling out of her and moving to get dressed.
Wednesday watches, appreciating his body, even if it's a little worse for wear given his current circumstances. She'll need to address this master situation quickly and efficiently...and for now she'll ignore the emotions beginning to bubble up.