Words of pleasure

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/29300652.

Rating:
Mature

Archive Warning:
No Archive Warnings Apply

Category:
F/M

Fandom:
One Piece

Relationship:
Trafalgar D. Water Law/Reader

Character:
Trafalgar D. Water Law, Reader, Nami (One Piece),
Monkey D. Luffy, Nico Robin, Nefertari Vivi, Donquixote
“Corazon” Rosinante

Additional Tags:
Reader-Insert, fem!reader - Freeform, She/her pronouns for
reader, Dom/sub, Dom/sub Play, Power Play, Cybersex,
online sex, Stranger Sex, Curiosity, Vibrators, Instruction,
Dominance, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate
Universe - College/University, Orgasm Control, Sexual
Content, Masturbation, guided masturbation, Vaginal Sex,
Vaginal Fingering, Discipline, Bondage and Discipline,
Spanking, Aftercare, Shibari, Mirrors, Bondage, Making
Out, Idiots, Oral Sex, Cunnilingus, Exhibitionism,
Voyeurism, Blow Jobs, Rough Oral Sex, Protected Sex,
Penis In Vagina Sex

Stats:
Published: 2021-02-09 Completed: 2021-04-09 Chapters:
10/10 Words: 64578
 Words of pleasure
by PhysicalTurian
Summary

Being overwhelmed with work is exhausting. To release

some of that stress, you make your way on a website to
talk to strangers. One of them strike your interest and
while the conversation flows you find yourself being
dommed online. An unusual occurrence you might get a
liking to.
The thrill of letting someone take the control when too
much weight is on your shoulders, no strings attached.
Unless…
[She/her pronouns used for the reader, no physical
description; Everyone +18]
Disclaimer: This entire story will revolve around the
dom/sub dynamic. It is consensual, and must always be
talked through.
The BDSM community revolves around consent, and
what happens in this fanfiction too. I will try to keep it as
real as possible, and research the topic when some things
are vague. Don’t hesitate to ask questions! Or to inform
me if you believe I am saying bullshit.

Notes
See the end of the work for notes
 Chapter 1
Chapter Summary

Disclaimer: This entire story will revolve around the

dom/sub dynamic. It is consensual, and must always be
talked through.
The BDSM community revolves around consent, and
what happens in this fanfiction too. I will try to keep it as
real as possible, and research the topic when some things
are vague. Don’t hesitate to ask questions! Or to inform
me if you believe I am saying bullshit.

Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes

Boredom makes you do crazy things. Lack of free time too,

mix them together and you end up stumbling on a website,
talking to strangers from all across the world.

With my work done, it was already pretty late, but I deserved

some distraction for working so hard. I did not really care how
late it was, I wanted to relax and have some fun, no matter the
kind of fun.

Arriving on the home page, I stared at it “Clean chat or NSFW

chat? Well…” I mumbled to myself, clicking on the NSFW
tab, I had to find a name now. It had to be explicit enough so
that the person would know what I want right? Yeah, but what
do I want? Huffing, I typed down “Entertain me” Before
entering and getting matched with a random person.

They did not stay long, and their names were surprising to say
the least. It took me a lot of time to match with someone that
did not have a weird name, and did not leave the minute they
got matched with me. I almost gave up too. Now, I was not
one to kink shame, but neither was I into anthro dogs and role
playing as people’s daughter.

But funny enough, when they had a slightly normal name.

They’d be the most boring person ever, I had to laugh every
time people who had “dom” in their name, were the least
charismatic people I’d ever met. I had to give it a thought and
wonder, were they dom or did they just top their whole life?

Huffing, I pressed the escape key on my keyboard once more

to refresh the conversation and leaned back on my pillows. “At
this point, I should just go to sleep.” I pondered out loud, my
eyes riveted on the loading screen. I had probably skipped
everybody on this website, and now they couldn’t give me
anything. When I was about to leave, I was matched with
someone named “A real doctor”.

I couldn’t help the chuckled that escaped my lips as I leaned

forward and wrote down.

Entertain me: Now, are you really a doctor? Or do you want

to get people to be horny over you?
Entertain me: ah, wait, also, how old are you? I’m 23,
she/her.
A real doctor: There is no reason for me to lie, I don’t even
need to tell them I’m a doctor to have them horny. People are
always horny on this website.
A real doctor: 29, he/him. How long have you been looking
to be entertained?

Laughing I shook my head, I was surprised to meet someone

who was 29 when most people I’d met until now were 18 or
19. I skipped them too. But I was definitely relieved, and it
showed in my reply.
Entertain me: thank god you’re 29, I was afraid I was going
to catch a case! So many young people here, it’s frightening.
A real doctor: Are you telling me I’m old?
Entertain me: no no no, definitely not, no you’re the perfect
age don’t worry. But since you’re asking so kindly, I’ve been
here for about two hours and I have not had a single one good
conversation.
A real doctor: Good, then I’m here to change that. What kind
of entertainment are you looking for?

I stared at my screen for a second, for some reason I was

starting to feel excited. His question was a good one, and valid
one too, and now I had to give him an adequate answer.
Running my hands over my face, I was going to type back
when he sent something.

A real doctor: I guess, since we’re both on the NSFW chat the
question is: what are your kinks? Your limits, perhaps?

I don’t know why I answered so quickly, but my fingers did

the talking.

Entertain me: Hey maybe I should ask you that, maybe I

want to dom you. How about that? You’d be surprised with
how versatile I am.
A real doctor: You’re cute, but I don’t recall mentioning
domming. Quite the lapsus you did there, I want to play a
game with you but to do so you’ll have to tell me your kinks
and your limits, dear.

Why did I blush? A stranger called me dear, and I was feeling

funny inside. For the first time tonight, someone was taking
the reins and I kind of enjoyed it a lot. With my hands shaking
slightly in excitment, I typed,

Entertain me: I suppose you make a fair point…

A real doctor: Of course, I do, now do tell me.
Entertain me: right away, sir.

I said half-jokingly, but that did not go through with the text. If
anything, it fueled a certain fire, and perhaps I’ll admit I was
testing the waters.

A real doctor: Already catching on I see, good girl.

Why was that so hot? My breath hitched and I simply looked

at those words a few seconds, taking them in. Sighing, I leaned
towards the left and open the drawer of my bed table, grabbing
my toy. What am I doing… I thought. Putting the vibrator next
to me, I took my time to reply.

Entertain me: first of all, that’s kind of hot and you are
definitely entertaining me.
A real doctor: I barely started, good to know you’re already
hooked.
Entertain me: oh fuck off, it’s just the charisma. You got the
pzazz, that’s all.
A real doctor: Check the attitude, and give me an answer.

Gulping, I typed back, weighing my words this time.

Entertain me: Well, avoid degradation because that’s not my

cup of tea but… I suppose, while some of those might be hard
through a screen… Body worship is cool, very cool… The
entire idea of BDSM is lovely, I like praising, spanking, public
stuff has some appeal and…

I didn’t write the last one, feeling like it was too much. Should
I say that? It sounds to fucking submissive. Which is my role
right now, clearly, so I should just go for it. Sighing, I read his
message and groaned, writing back.

A real doctor: Go ahead. And? I want clear answers and

you’re not done yet.
Entertain me: I like to please my partner, is that a kink?
A real doctor: A service sub? How cute. I’ll definitely make
good use of that. Any limits?
Entertain me: I’m never showing my face, but pics are okay. I
mean, if you’d like some of course. Consent and all that. I’m
willing to try other stuff if we take things slow, too!

Oh god, that sounded desperate. I don’t even know what he

looks like and I’m telling him all of my deepest tastes. “Well,
that’s the idea, right? I’ll never meet him, but I can have some
fun, right? It’s all about having some fun, both of us. We both
get off, and then never talk again.” I whispered to myself,
looking up at the time. Noticing it was already 2 am, I was
going to leave but I couldn’t find the strength to do so and
waited for the man’s reply.

A real doctor: Very well, I love the eagerness. I’ll be taking

notes of those, now you’re curious about the game, aren’t you?
Entertain me: Don’t flatter yourself, if it’s some weird shit
I’ll just leave. It really all depends on what’s your game. And
please, don’t tell me it’s truth or dare.
A real doctor: Give me some credits, I’m not a teenage boy.
A real doctor: You’ll like it.
A real doctor: The game is this, I tell you what to do, and you
do it.
Entertain me: okay…
A real doctor: Interested?
Entertain me: I’ll need more details, but I haven’t left, have
I?
A real doctor: You haven’t indeed. Good girl, see you want to
be ordered around. It’ll be my pleasure.
A real doctor: Your hands off your keyboard, I’ll be guiding
you. All you’ll have to do, is read me. Is that alright?

I took in his words for a moment. Was I really going to let him
tell me what to do? My own voice resonated in my head,
telling him that was the fun of it, it was hot. It was exciting,
and different, nothing bad could happen.

Entertain me: Would it be interesting to tell you I have a

vibrator next to me right now, sir?

I facepalmed behind my screen, maybe that wasn’t his shit.

Maybe he just wanted me to finger myself or something,
maybe I fucked it all up and now I was going to go to bed
horny and sad. My self-depreciation dissipated when I saw his
reply.

A real doctor: It’s interesting, speeds?

Entertain me: Five, sir.
A real doctor: Hands off the keyboard, lay on your back, let’s
start.

And I did. With the laptop right next to me, I laid on back and
waited for his words, following each of his instruction. Each in
a separate message, fired like bullets.
If you’re dressed, I want you to get completely naked. Undress
slowly. Feel yourself. Your hands caressing each of your
curves. Brushing over your breasts. Stop there. Pinch your
nipples, hard and tug. Feel the sting. The warmth that follows.
Spread your legs wide. Let one hand travel between them.
Slowly start playing with yourself. Your fingers slowly
spreading your folds. Rubbing yourself for me. You’re enjoying
this, you like being ordered around. You want to be played
with, you’re doing exactly as I’m telling you, like a good girl.

I arched my back, a hand still on my breast while brushing my

finger against my clit. I was burning up, my head digging
inside the pillow, it felt strange. He was not wrong, and I could
feel my arousing growing and growing.

A real doctor: Want to continue? Are we still good, dear?

Groaning I turned on the side and wrote with one hand.

Entertain me: yes, sir.

A real doctor: Good. Back on your back, take your toy.

Grabbing it, I waited for the next instruction, my hand having

left my clit. It was pulsing, I never thought this would have so
much effect but I was starting to get angsty.

Brush it between your folds. Slowly. Get it wet for me. Good,
like that. Keep at it a while. Your free hand, I want it caressing
your body. Feel every sensation. Feel every touch, every
brush.
I let out a huff and wrote him, while still brushing the tip of
my toy between my folds. I was starting to breathe heavily,
feeling needy.

Entertain me: it’s cold here, goosebumps.

A real doctor: Imagine my warm hands traveling your body.
Entertain me: fuck, can I fuck myself? Please sir
A real doctor: Already? No, no. Not just yet, let’s take our
time.

Groaning, I let my head hit the pillow and considered turning

on the vibrator but thought against it. He had not told me to
yet, I should wait, make it more fun. But fuck, I needed it.

Let’s start slowly. You asked nicely, like a good girl. And since
you’ve been listening until now… Put it in, speed one. But
don’t fuck yourself. Leave it there. Legs spread wide. Now that
your hands are free, bring them back to your chest. Give
yourself firm, hard, gropes. Feel the vibrations inside you.
Slide your hands down your torso, to your belly and gently
brush your hands on your inner thighs. Feel the texture, your
cold fingers on your burning skin. I want you to rub your clit,
take a deep breath and start playing with it. Feel the electricity
coursing.

See yourself, enjoying the idea of being commanded. Look at

yourself, look down at your hands. See yourself masturbating
for me. Feel your toy stretching you, filling you up. Now start
pumping in and out. But not too hard. That’s it, good girl.
Slowly, very slowly. It’s painfully slow, isn’t it? Keep doing
good, and we’ll speed things up.

I whined and brought a hand to my mouth, muffling the noises

escaping it. My roommates were probably sleeping, I had to
keep it quiet. I hate how slow paced it was, but I loved how
thrilling it was to do this. I bucked my hips to try to meet the
toy as I pulled it out to pull it back in, slowly.

Look at you. Shoving a dildo inside you. Just because I told

you so. I blushed and let out a whimper. You’re actually
enjoying yourself. You are being entertained, just as you
asked. I can almost see the smile on your face. Tell me, is my
good girl desperate yet?

Bringing my hands to my hair, I got the wild strands of hair

out of my face and wrote back. My face was on fire, but no
one would know. What happened here was between this
stranger and I, no one would know how I was being guided to
fuck myself by a total stranger.

Entertain me: sir… can I up the speed?

A real doctor: Very cute, you haven’t answered, dear.
Entertain me: please…
Entertain me: sir.
A real doctor: Alright, dear. You can put it at 2.
A real doctor: But you stop the thrusting, I want you to keep
it deep inside you. Close your legs and feel the vibrations,
when you think you’re close, you stop. Understood?
Entertain me: yes sir!!
A real doctor: How eager, lovely. Hands off now.

Huffing, I did as he asked and upped the speed. A giggle

escaped my lips before my breath caught in my throat and I
could feel everything strongly, with how deep it was. I closed
my eyes for a moment, missing some of the messages but
opened them again, and read everything while feeling the
sensations inside me.
Angle it right. That’s right. Turn the speed one notch now. It
should be at three, if you’ve been following right. See your
face, you’re enjoying this. How cute, I can only imagine the
sinful sounds leaving that pretty mouth of yours. It can
probably do a lot more than moan. It can whimper. As it’s
being fucked. As you’re being fucked. Bring your fingers
inside your mouth and suck on it. That’s it, suck it. Push the
toy deeper inside you. You can speed up the pace. Not too
wild.

“Fuck” I breathed out, my fingers hooked in my mouth as I

met each of thrusts. I wanted to go faster, I wanted to do as I
pleased and find a quick relief. I knew myself; I knew what to
do but there was this thrill in giving the control to this stranger.
My walls were clenched around the toy, I could feel it against
my walls even more at each thrust. I desperately grabbed my
blanket, almost making my laptop tumble off my bed and
muffled my voice while biting down the fabric.

I was surprised when a whine came out of my mouth, I put my

hand over my muffled mouth to, hopefully, muffle it better.

A real doctor: You’ve been good. Such a good girl, haven’t

you?

I sighed and leaned on my side, typing very slowly. My

thrusts, slowing down as my focus was on the conversation.

Entertain me: Yes sir, I’m so good

A real doctor: Good. Then I want you to grab the base of
your toy and…
A real doctor: Fuck your brains out, go wild. While you’re at
it, speed at 4.
My arms were screaming for me to stop, it had been so long.
But I felt the knot in my stomach grow in excitement and did
exactly as he had asked. The pleasure was so good, it was so
good. I had been waiting for this since we had started. One
hand was gripping the base of the vibrator tight, while the
other was rubbing my clit. My eyes rolled back a few times
when it touched the right spot, but then I had to thrust more
and lost it. I hated it but at the same time, I loved the mix of
pain and pleasure of the fast and deep thrusts.

Here we go. Hard, and fast. I want you to go wild. Let yourself
go. Fuck your hole good. Groan, squirm, moan, plead for
more. I’m sure you’re sore, but you’re doing so great. Such a
good girl, doing exactly as you’re told. Keep going, don’t stop.
Feel your toy stretching you out. You’re so wet, you can
probably hear it, right? God, such a good girl. Spread your
legs wide and keep going, good. Good. Now, read well, dear.

I want you to go to the last speed, and keep your toy deep like
last time. Don’t move it. Cross your legs and keep it there. I’ll
count to 20, you’ll keep it there until I’m done. Are we good?
Don’t answer, just follow my instruction. Come on, last speed.
And here we go. That’s it dear. Good. Let’s start.

Then he started sending a message for each number starting

from 1. I watched the screen with half-lidded eyes, feeling the
toy vibrating inside me, my hand starting to go numb from the
said vibrations. My thighs were a bit sore, but I ignored it and
moved the toy slightly to angle it only to find the right spot, I
closed my eyes and focused on the sensation, only peeking to
see the count was at 13. Fuck, fuck, fuck. My thighs were
closed around my hand so hard, it hurt a bit but I was getting
close.
That’s it, what a view. Fucked out, exhausted. But you’re not
done yet. Pick up the pace now, thrust and shove, hold it there.
And again. And again. Hit that sweet spot. That’s it. Good girl,
so obedient. Feel the soreness between your legs. Feel your
clit throbbing. Feel yourself getting closer. Just from being
told what to do? Pay attention to the throbbing. Fuck yourself
hard a minute again. Then keep it there. That’s it, yes. I’m sure
you must be quite the sight. I want you to be noisy. To be loud.
Get wild. Buck your hips against the toy. That’s it. So obedient.

My legs tensed the moment the knot inside my stomach

reached its peak. I let out a high-pitched breath inside the
blanket and let my head fall back on the pillow. I hadn’t
realized I had contracted my whole body, and let out a chuckle
at the realization. Slowly, I turned back to the screen, moving
my tired arms to type back.

Entertain me: I am good, exhausted, and I came, sir.

I laid back on the pillow with another sigh. What time is it?
How long did this take? I should probably get up and get
cleaned but I’m too lazy right now.

A real doctor: Good.

I saw him type but typed my question faster.

Entertain me: But it’s weird, you didn’t get to get off. Do you
need anything? I could send you pictures if you want, I feel
kind of bad that you just… helped me out and I did not do
anything.
A real doctor: Oh, you did plenty. I get off on knowing you
did as I instructed. And you did, didn’t you?
Entertain me: Yes, of course. Yeah, it was hot… And I
enjoyed it, yes.
A real doctor: Is that so? Anything else you’d like to share?
I’ve never had such obedient girl. You are very interesting.
Entertain me: Come on, it’s just in this setting that I’m like
that. I’m very feisty in real life, I was just wondering what it’d
feel like to let go of the control for once, I guess.
Entertain me: But if you need more feedbacks… I
hated/loved how long you took to up the speed, and I am
genuinely physically drained haha. But in a good way! A very
good way.
A real doctor: Let’s talk more once you’ve hydrated. Get
some water, and if you can, get cleaned up. I’ll be right here,
alright?
Entertain me: right, right. Brb.

Moving the laptop on my pillow while I sat up, I wrapped my

toy with the towel that I had set under myself. When my feet
met the ground and I balanced myself, I felt my legs wobbling
a bit then made my way to the bathroom silently. I turned on
the sink and let the water flow until it was warm and cleaned
my toy before cleaning myself and getting changed.

I made a detour by the kitchen to grab a bottle of water and a

sandwich before going back to my bed and sitting down,
tailor-style, with my laptop in front of me. There were a few
new messages from the doctor, so I put down my food and was
ready to reply.

A real doctor: If you’re willing, I would like to see a picture

of your body to check if you’re good.
A real doctor: Now this website does not allow it, but if you
have any media in mind, I’m all ears.
Entertain me: Yeah, sure, yep. I don’t have any bruises or
anything, but if you’re that worried yeah! Maybe Discord?
You’re a doctor, I feel like you don’t have discord.
A real doctor: I don’t know if you’re bratty, or if you are
being an idiot on purpose.
Entertain me: omg none? I was voicing my train of thought!
A real doctor: Right. HandSurgeon#4766
Entertain me: Funny name, don’t judge mine. It’s my
personal discord, so no sexy pic just, well you’ll see.

Going to the friend list, I pasted the username in the search bar
and added him. I was added back very fast and bided him good
night on the website once I was sure it was him on discord. I
made sure to save the conversation, just in case… Maybe for
later use, if I felt bored.

HandSurgeon: I don’t even know what’s your profile picture,

but I’m not going to mention it again.
Edelweiss: It’s a tardigrade, come on. It’s fun, a bit, right?
Edelweiss: Anyway, let me take that nude for you sir 😉
HandSurgeon: Don’t call it that, it’s to check if you didn’t go
too crazy.
Edelweiss: That’s what they say, then they ask for more

I had to strip down naked once more to take the picture before
getting dressed back up, it was getting late but I was still
buzzing with energy. I probably won’t talk about this with my
roommates, but if they asked why I was up so late I’d have to
find an excuse. Telling them I was working would probably
work, but then I’d get yelled at for not taking care of myself
and having the worse sleep schedule.

Edelweiss: [sent an attachment]

Edelweiss: Here we go. Sorry if I’m not your type, maybe we
should have talked about that first. Now I’m self-conscious,
but it’s too late haha…
HandSurgeon: You look gorgeous, don’t go thinking you’re
not my type. You are very, very hot. I can see you have food
next to you, that’s good. You are taking care, good girl.
HandSurgeon: I can also see from your clock that we’re on
the same time zone.
HandSurgeon: Which is good and bad, it’s already 3 am and
you are not asleep. Why is that?
Edelweiss: living the student life, only the best life. I was
working on some project for my master degree, and I thought:
hey I’m horny, let’s go on that funny website.
Edelweiss: And here we are.
Edelweiss: Why are you awake? Shouldn’t you be… getting
some sleep to be saving lives in the morning or something?
HandSurgeon: I had just finished a 10 hours surgery, I needed
something to distract my mind while working on some
paperwork. You did very well in being distracting.

It felt a lot more real when I read his message. It was now
sinking in that he was really a doctor, not any kind, a surgeon.
I was not going to ask more details, the less I knew the better.
But it was slightly intimidating and at the same time
interesting to know he was the real deal. My pride was
swelling when I read I was able to distract him from his work,
he had done his fair share of helping me out too.

Edelweiss: I am sorry? Is it… important paperwork? I could

let you be, if you want. We could talk another time, when
you’re free? My sleeping schedule is fucked up, I don’t know
about yours but I am going to be online many late nights haha.
Edelweiss: if you want to, of course. Maybe you don’t want to
hear from me again. Actually, I thought I’d be the one to leave
the website and not come back, but I kind of enjoyed our
session… I wouldn’t mind doing this a bit more if we’re both
in the mood of course.
HandSurgeon: You’re so nervous. Don’t be, I’m not going to
let you go. What kind of dom would I be if I let such an
obedient girl go? Go to sleep, we’ll talk later Edelweiss. Any
reason for that name?
Edelweiss: god I didn’t want you to ask, it’s just. It’s a cool
flower, it means strength and toughness you know? I’m a
tough woman, I deal with shit. I can handle shit, you know?

I read my message many times, thinking maybe I should have

found something funny but thought not. It was just bonding,
we were discussing, getting to know one another. It wasn’t
half bad. I turned off my computer, and moved to Discord on
my phone, to keep talking. When I looked at his picture, it was
just a white bear, it looked cute. Funny how he had such a cute
picture and he was domming someone on the side, two sides
of the same coin I suppose. Come to think of it, maybe he
could be an old man, maybe he wasn’t who he said he was…

HandSurgeon: Interesting, I like it. It’s better than calling you

‘Entertain me’. Not very creative, if you ask me.
Edelweiss: Oh right, because ‘A real doctor’ is better? Maybe
you’re not even a doctor. Maybe you’re catfishing me. And I
sent you a nude. Oh my god…
HandSurgeon: I am not catfishing you, I can send you a
picture. What do you need on it?
Edelweiss: Uh, I don’t know? Write down my name on a
paper, and hold it against your chest, then take the picture?
With the date! Yeah.

There wasn’t any reply for a moment, I was starting to panic.

Then I received the picture and gasped loudly. Surrounded by
the darkness of the room, it was all that could drown my
shock. I had to take a double take as I wrote back.
HandSurgeon: [sent an attachment]
Edelweiss: I mean, … Thank you for… it’s uh. Very. You’re
not catfishing me. Nope. I understand why HandSurgeon now,
you uh. Yep. Nice gloved hands, very slender. Most people
would have held a huge piece of paper between their index
finger and their thumb.
Edelweiss: but you opted for middle finger and index. And a
smaller paper. Almost as if you were posing really. I do not
mind. It’s uh. Enjoyable. Not an old man, no. And the scrubs
and all, love it.
HandSurgeon: The scrubs, yes. You believe me, good. You
can rest easy now, go to sleep Edelweiss. You probably have
work to do tomorrow, and so do I.
HandSurgeon: Sleep well.
Edelweiss: Sweet dreams doc!

I stared at the screen a bit longer before leaving the app and
turning my phone face down on my night stand. What a night.
I was so tired, and yet buzzing with excitement. It was strange,
it was a strange dynamic but I wanted to discover more. I
wanted to know more about this world. What else could this
man offer me?

Closing my eyes, I thought, maybe I could buy a connected

sex toy? Sure, they were for couples, but they could definitely
be used for other people. It could be fitting if I wanted to give
him the control…

My hands met my face full force and I groaned, I had met this
man at best 4 hours ago and I was already desperate to have
another session. I was already desperate to let him have the
control.
But it felt nice, so nice to not be in control for once. Yes, I had
to hold the toy and read, but he was the one guiding me, it was
elating! God, what am I doing? No, it’s alright. I’m an adult,
he’s an adult. We’re both consenting adults, having fun.
Nothing bad there.

I’m a sore adult though. Maybe I’d need a few days before
letting him have his fun. My eyes closed; I was thinking back
on how his undershirt was hugging his form. Was it legal to
look like that? I mean, I did not know what he looked like, but
the little I saw was enough to make someone dream. His long-
sleeved grey shirt was showing off his muscles and it
definitely made me weak.

I scoffed into my pillow, a surgeon. I wonder what else his

hands could do. Fortunately, I’ll never meet him in real life, if
I met the man I did not know if I’d want to jump him or run
away from how intimidating his entire being was.

It only took me a lot of stupid questions and day dreaming, for

my brain to finally shut down and let me sleep. I went to sleep
a lot easier than I usually did, perhaps it was because of the
nice fucking I gave myself. Or perhaps it was thanks to the
energy I spent overthinking the situation. Whichever it was, I
was passed out in no time.

Tomorrow I’ll talk more to the hot doctor and have a bit more
fun with him.
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The heat of two bodies against one another. Skin upon skin,
fingers grazing tenderly. Hands gripping suddenly, forcefully
yet securely. I am holding onto dear life on his broad
shoulders. My nails digging inside the skin. It makes him grunt
in pleasure. I can’t hear it over my own sound of pleasure. My
head lolls back, my neck is being attacked. Bites, kisses and
words against it. My entire body is aflame. I’m now holding
onto the bed head. I’m not surrounded by darkness anymore.

The landscape has changed, I’m not on my bed. It’s a hospital

bed. No one is around, someone is on top of me, I can’t see
their face. But it feels good. Hot breath against my skin, soft
hands on my hips. The increasing pressure inside-

“Hey wake up! If you want to ride with me to campus, you

better get your ass out of bed.” I was startled awake by one of
my roommates who seemed on edge. From what my brain
understood, I was late and from the look on her face, she was
pissed.

Squinting my eyes at the sudden light from her brusque action

of opening the curtains, I groaned. Her heels hitting the floor
made my ears ring, it was too much too quickly but I wasn’t
going to say anything. The ginger girl was stopped dead in her
track by a hand on her shoulder, a softer voice spoke, “Come
on Nami, look at her. Clearly, she went to sleep late again,
give her some time to clear her head.” Robin said a lot calmer.
With a small smile, she gave me a nod and pushed Nami out of
the room.

“You have ten minutes at best, hurry up. She has plans today.”
“And I am hungry, could you make me a sandwich while I get
dressed Robin?” I asked with the softest pleading eyes I could
manage at this hour. She smiled knowingly in return and
nodded, but did not leave until she added, “It’s the last time
you leave crumbs on the counter from your midnight snacks.”

With wide eyes, I grimaced and nodded. It made her chuckle

as she closed the door behind herself and left without a word.

The moment I was left alone, I remembered the dream I was

having and hurriedly got out of bed. “Nasty brain, naughty.” I
mumbled while undressing. Sure, erotic dreams weren’t bad,
but the fact that I had dreamt about that stranger was
something entirely new. Maybe it was to be expected if we
interacted more like we did last night, if we had more sessions
like last night’s one. Damn, am I that needy for a good fuck? Is
this what I’ve become? I thought with a huff.

Once I was dressed, I grabbed my phone and all that I needed

for class before leaving the room. On my way out I saw the
notification that had popped on my screen, a message from the
doctor but it was one from last night.

HandSurgeon: I’ll allow you to call me doc, just because my

username is not very adequate when shortened. But watch it.

Looking at it I laughed and wrote back, albeit later than when

he had sent his message.
Edelweiss: Good morning to you too, doc. Hope you were
able to catch some z’s, because of you I almost missed my
class.
Edelweiss: kidding, it’s entire my fault but I want to blame it
on you for the fun.

I shoved my phone in my pocket when I heard my two friends’

voices, telling me I needed to hurry and hurry I did. I grabbed
the sandwich Robin handed me and thanked her with all my
heart, telling her I’d make the food tonight but she told me
she’d rather not die of food poisoning at a young age.

“Come on, I can make some things! We’ll order in, then?” I
said, leaning on the counter with a grin as I took a bite of the
food.
“Careful, Nami has invited her best friend tonight. He’s
constantly famished, and eats a large amount of food so I’ll
take you up on that offer another day. Now off you go, Nami’s
waiting in her car.”

Giving her a thumbs up I leaned off the counter and pondered,

“So Nami’s cooking tonight? I see why she’s stressed out now.
Anyone else coming by?” I asked quickly. Robin chuckled
elegantly, her back leaning against the counter, in front of me,
with her arms crossed over her chest. “He might bring one of
his friends, but it all depends on his schedule. Nothing
definitive yes. Now off you go!” She shooed me, smiling.
Most of her classes were in the evening, and yet she woke up
that early every day.

It was also fascinating how, even when in her pajamas she

looked so dignified.

Without losing any more time, I waved her goodbye and

rushed down all the flight of stairs to jump into Nami’s car.
“Good morning-“ I closed my mouth when she gestured for
me to shut up, pointing at her ear and at the board. Looking at
the screen, she was on a call with someone but started the car
without another word. I could only hear her replies, but tried
not to eavesdrop. To stop myself from falling asleep, I took my
phone once more and saw a message from HandSurgeon.

I hated how it sent excitement coursing through my body. Was

I remembering the thrill of last night or was I that interested in
talking to him? I did not ponder the question longer and
opened the app.

HandSurgeon: Good morning Edelweiss. Are you feeling

good? Physically.
HandSurgeon: We’ve barely done anything. But don’t worry,
you’ll blame me later when we’ll have more fun.
Edelweiss: I’m great, a bit sore but that’s on me.
Edelweiss: don’t threaten me with a good time 😩, you can’t
start the horny talk this early in the morning. How do you
expect me to focus during my classes?
HandSurgeon: Haha, I’ll stop. Do you have time to talk?
Edelweiss: ominous much? But yes, I do have time to talk.
Something on your mind?

A knot formed in my stomach, I started to worry he’d say we

couldn’t keep doing this. Would it be that bad? We’d known
each other for so little time, it’s not like I couldn’t find
someone else to fuck.

I huffed at my own thought, I could find someone else but did

they have HandSurgeon’s charisma? Unfortunately, no, I was
bound to be horny for a strong doctor that I did not even know
the face of.
HandSurgeon: I got a bit too excited last night, I forgot to
mention the most important info.
HandSurgeon: Those being: we can stop whenever you’d
like. We can try whatever you feel comfortable trying. If you
said you were ready to do something, but in the end feel like
you can’t do it: tell me. You can change your mind, it works
the other way around, too. You can say you want to try
something even though you were against it at first.
HandSurgeon: I won’t always be up to… play but I will be
willing to help you if you ask nicely. And if I’m awake.
HandSurgeon: Finally, always call me sir, during our
sessions.

I hid the relief I fell in real life, when I read all his messages. I
did not want Nami to ask me what was wrong, nor who I was
texting, but it was hard to hide the satisfied smile on my lips.
Pursing my lips, I thought of what to answer without looking
too desperate.

Even with the thought put into it, I read my message over a
few times and desperation dripped out of it.

Edelweiss: you scared me, I thought you were going to just

disappear or something. I’m good with all of this. If I can add
one, be honest with me? Like, uh…
Edelweiss: If I’m being too pushy, but you’re busy, tell me,
I’ll calm down haha.
Edelweiss: So… I agree to the terms, sir.

I saw him type, then stop. Then type again, before stopping
again. Had I said something bad? I was going to put my phone
away when he replied.
HandSurgeon: Good girl.
HandSurgeon: Now, I won’t be able to play tonight, but I’ll
be free to text if you’d like.
HandSurgeon: It’ll give you time to rest, that way we’ll fuck
you good once you’re feeling better.

I choked on my saliva. Why was he this casual saying things

like this?

Edelweiss: I-
Edelweiss: I said don’t get me horny, the audacity you have to
be that good with your words.
Edelweiss: I’ll be busy tonight too, but I’ll text you if it gets a
bit boring.
Edelweiss: Also, are you not like… cutting people open or
something? Why would you be awake this early with how late
you went to sleep?
HandSurgeon: It’s cute how easy it is to get you flustered.
Very interesting too. But I’ll stop for now.
HandSurgeon: Since you’re curious, I’m in bed. I have to
meet with my intern in an hour, he’s very eager to learn.
HandSurgeon: Just like you, but maybe I find one more
satisfying than the other 😉

Staring at the screen, I hesitated and felt my cheeks heat up. I

wanted to be horny and ask him for a picture, or be funny and
ask him for a picture. Both could work together, but should I
flirt or ask in the most stupid way possible? I was curious if
he’d be willing to send anything, I’m sure it’d make my day if
he did send me a picture but I did not want him to force him
either. You can’t force a dom to do shit, idiot, my common
sense told me.
Edelweiss: send pic or fake.
HandSurgeon: Of my intern?

Good fucking lord, I’m an idiot. I typed back quickly, trying to

fix my stupidity.

Edelweiss: of you in bed.

Edelweiss: maybe I’m asking for a nude?
HandSurgeon: Are you, now? What sparked that need? Do
tell me. I’ll consider.
Edelweiss: I’m curious, and I wonder if you sleep dressed or
not 😳

Hit and run. That’s all I could call what I had done. I dropped
that message then locked my screen and stared straight ahead,
regretting sending it. I couldn’t delete it since he had probably
seen in, considering we were both online at the same time. We
were both staring at the conversation, craving for more,
awaiting the other’s reply to weight our own answer in return.

Covering my mouth with my hand, I rested my elbow on the

small space by the window and felt my heart beat faster. I
shouldn’t feel like that, I had literally fucked myself to his
guidance hours ago. And yet, there was this stressed from
asking him nudes. I mean, I hadn’t asked a dick pic per say…
If he slept in pajamas it clearly wouldn’t be a nude, so…

My phone vibrated in my hand, I looked down so quickly my

head slipped off my hand and hit the window with a thud.
“Are you good? You look nervous, do you have a final today
or…” I heard Nami ask. She threw me a side glance but kept
her gaze focused on the road.
I was so focused on my own conversation; I had not realized
she was done with her call. Had she been watching all of my
reaction since then? No… no, probably not.
“I’m good, just need a bit of sugar.” I paused and continued
casually, “Robin told me Luffy’s inviting someone tonight?
Are you cooking or are you planning on ordering? They better
pay their own shit, if we order in.” I grumbled, hoping to make
her drop the subject.

I needed to stay focus on what she was saying but my brain

was drifting to the pending message on Discord. Fortunately,
my distraction worked and she replied, “If he’s coming, I’ll
make him pay the entire orders.” She scoffed as she pulled up
into the parking, her eyes still focused in front of her. “He
owes me, and since it’s last minute, I’ll use that against him to
not pay my food.” She added. I laughed at her logic, was it
really last minute if she knew he was coming since this
morning? Shaking my head, I unlocked my phone and opened
the text.

HandSurgeon: [sent an attachment]

While I masked my reaction, my eyes sure widened for the

span of a second. On that very screen was a picture of the
doctor, or more precisely, his crotch covered with just a thin
blanket covering it. I could see the shape of his cock, and it
made it more sinful than a full dick pic. The v shape of his
lower stomach, along with the happy trail, made the whole
thing hotter than it was supposed to be. Is this for fucking
real? Thinking for a second it might be a catfish, I finally
looked at the rest of the pic and saw a badly torn piece of
paper with the word ‘Edelweiss’ scribbled badly on it.

“Damn, who’s is this? Girl, you tapping that?” I quickly turned

my phone face down and looked at Nami with what probably
looked like guilt. “What? No. I’m on Twitter. I don’t have time
to literally fuck around, too busy.” I stated, putting my hand
on the door handle as I took hold of my bag.

She was about to say something else, but we spoke at the same
time and she let me talk. “What time do you finish? I’ll be
done around 5 pm if you’re still there.” I stepped outside the
car and slammed it shut, waiting for my ginger friend to join
me.
“Around that time too, we’ll head right back home after. I
think Luffy and his annoying friend will already be there. I’ll
sent you the menu, so that you can pick from it.” She then
hurried off when she saw one of her classmates waving her
over.

I let out a sigh and looked back at my phone, typing back

while marching towards my class.

Edelweiss: Are you kidding me? Dude…

HandSurgeon: I’d prefer you call me doc than dude.
Although sir is the most appealing… But what’s wrong?
Edelweiss: You’re telling me, someone that hot is on weird
websites when I’m sure anyone would want to fuck you. No
offense, but you’re probably very hot, so why are you like…
domming online? Instead of your own pretty little sub in real
life? Not that I’m complaining! I like it.
HandSurgeon: Schedule is shit. And I’ve been told I’m bitter.
But I’m glad you’re enjoying it, I’ll get dressed now. You
focus on your class.
Edelweiss: Oh I am definitely enjoying it, a lot.
Edelweiss: by the way, I came to a realization this morning…

Then we sent a message at the same time, I laughed nervously.

HandSurgeon: So you think of me when you sleep? Very
cute.
Edelweiss: my brain was slow last night, but like. Did you
sext me while in your office?
Edelweiss: maybe I did think of you in my sleep, but I don’t
think we need to talk about that, my question is definitely
more important.

I almost tripped over nothing, from looking at my phone

instead of the path but I managed to make my way to class
without a hitch. Throwing my bag over the desk, I sat down
and waited for my professor. Checking Discord once more,

HandSurgeon: I did. It’ll happen a lot too.

Edelweiss: damn that means no sexy live for you

I replied without thinking. The loudest sigh escaped my lips,

what even did I mean by that? Was I really considering giving
him a show? What was I expecting from telling him that? I
mean sure, if time goes on and I get more comfortable it could
be fun…

HandSurgeon: If that day comes, I’ll be sure to get my

earphones. I’m sure you’d actually enjoy the thrill of showing
yourself off. Knowing full well I’m watching, maybe with a
hand in my pants, ordering you around. There will be a “sexy
live”, if you’re comfortable enough… The fact that I’m in my
office only adds to the charm. Wouldn’t you say?

I blinked a few times, my thumbs hovering over the keyboard.

I typed something then deleted it. I paused and typed again,
before deleting it once more. Was he wrong? It was very
exciting, just thinking about it. Even more so knowing he was
willing to be in that situation, at his desk, looking at me
getting off under his command. But also, even more knowing
he’d be at his work place, where anyone could walk in on him
being in such an embarrassing situation.

HandSurgeon: It looks like you’re speechless. But do answer

me, would you get off on knowing someone could walk in?
Knowing we could get caught, knowing they could see you
fucking yourself on screen just for me. Just to please me. They
wouldn’t know it’s you, but you’d know. My good girl fucking
herself, showing off her perfectly fuckable body just for me.

I let my head fall back against the seat and took a deep breath.
I felt suddenly self-conscious, even though I knew no one
knew what was going on, on my screen. And yet, I had to look
around to make sure before typing with a lot of hesitance. He
hit the spot, I hated how right he was. But I replied in all
honesty.

Edelweiss: …
Edelweiss: yes…
Edelweiss: I’d like that…. sir…
Edelweiss: I need to focus on my class, but now I don’t know
if I’ll be able since you just went off and made me very much
distracted now.
HandSurgeon: My hand slipped.
Edelweiss: the a u d a c i t y, then do tell me where it’ll slip
next time 😉
Edelweiss: ok, no. that was bad. I’m trying, I’m not as good as
you okay?
HandSurgeon: I think it’s a conversation best kept for late
hours, wouldn’t you say?
HandSurgeon: I have to go. Focus on your class, or think of
where you’d like my hands to go. The choice is yours,
Edelweiss.
HandSurgeon: [send an attachment]

There it was, another picture of him. This time it was his

gloved hand gripping the fabric around his thigh tightly, the
sleeve of his long shirt was slightly risen. I could catch a
glimpse of the hair on his arm but focused on the length of his
slender fingers. Of the way his fingertips were digging in his
pants, of the lines his muscles drew on the back of his hand
and maybe of, once again, the fact that he was sitting at his
desk. Instead of replying, I took it in and locked my screen to
try and focus on the class.

I never thought I’d have a medical kink, but my thought would

sometimes drift off, imagining him in his full surgeon outfit.
Sitting on his chair, legs spread open while looking at me with
a smirk. What it’d look like, I do not know, but I could only
imagine the sultry gaze he could give me while in that
position. He’d pat his thigh for me to come over and let me
ride it- Shaking the thoughts away, I told myself to focus, and
tried my best to keep up to that promise.

The rest of the day, I kept my hands off my phone the best I
could. I wanted to keep texting HandSurgeon and have some
fun, tease him the way he was teasing me but I did not know
how to push his buttons. Suddenly I realized I had never asked
what were his kinks. By default, being in control must have
been one of them, but I was curious as of what else he
enjoyed. I made a mental note to ask him next time we talked,
maybe tonight, maybe tomorrow, it all depended on tonight’s
fun.

Right, tonight… I don’t even know who’s the guy that’s coming
over. Nami said that Luffy’s friend was annoying but maybe
she was a bit biased since she was easily frustrated, which was
ironic considering her best friend was the most tiring person
ever. At some point during the day, she sent me a text with the
name of the restaurant we were ordering at and told me to pick
whatever I wanted.

Seeing the prices, I had to make sure she had sent me the right
restaurant and sent her a text asking if it was alright. Her reply
was, “I told you he owed me, he said to choose whatever
restaurant I wanted. And I did. He has the money, might as
well use it.”

I winced at her words and sent her my choice with a lot of

reticence, adding, “If I get yelled that for picking something,
even though I don’t know the guy, you’ll pay for my food.” She
was quick to reply and told me it’ll be okay. “The dude might
bitch and moan about it but he’ll eventually accept it” were
her words. I don’t really know if it had helped or worsened my
anxiety but I just let her do her thing and went on with the rest
of my day without a hitch.

I was able to focus on my classes and assignments after a

while, when my brain finally decided to shove the whole
HandSurgeon conversation in the back of my head.

The day came to an end right on time. I had done my fair share
of thinking for the day and needed a break. Knowing a nice
warm meal was waiting for me at my apartment only made
things ten times better. I rushed out of my last class with haste,
almost bumping into other people and dropping my phone but
I caught it before anything dramatic could happen.

When I stepped outside, I was met with a drizzle and had to

walk faster to Nami’s car. I was lucky to see she was already
there, waiting inside of it with music playing loudly. She was
trying to fix her hair the best she could, and gave up when it
looked half-decent. A startled gasp escaped her lips when I
opened the car door and slipped inside, greeting her, out of
breath.
“You scared me!” She gasped, a hand on her chest.
“Is it my fault? You’re on edge, not me.” I huffed, throwing
my bag in the back of the car, making the ginger groan when
she received a few droplets on her clothes. Apologizing, I
buckled my seatbelt and we drove back home in a good mood.
Food always lifted spirits, even more so after a draining day.
On our way home, Nami started renting on how I will have to
keep Luffy’s friend away from her because she couldn’t
handle his attitude.

I did not dare ask her what happened but listened carefully.
She did not give me any useful information about him, only
telling me he was “arrogant, annoying, he’s bitchy and way
too cocky because of his job.” I winced and was expecting the
worst, probably a business man that was too proud of making
money or a politician. No, no… Luffy would never befriend
people like that, right?

All kind of ideas simmered in my head until we reached our

apartment. I don’t know why, but I was going to knock. I
quickly caught myself and unlocked the door, hanging my coat
in the entrance as I took off my shoes. “Robin? Have they
arrived yet-“ I was cut off when the excited black-haired man
came rushing in and wrapped his arms around both Nami and
I. She laughed and hugged him back, while I pushed him
away, smiling softly. “Hello Luffy, let me get changed first? I
smell like a wet dog.” I scoffed.

He agreed and pulled Nami to the side, bringing her to the

living room. I did not look their way and instead went back to
my room to get changed. Maybe I could catch him before he
went to his evening activity? I kind of wanted to have a bit of
fun before going back to eat… But then again, did I have
time? Humming pensively, I locked my door and stripped
naked then pulled out my phone.
Edelweiss: Good evening, can I suggest something? I want to
make my evening more fun… maybe have something to look
forward to this evening…

I waited a moment, sitting on my desk chair completely naked.

It was frisky and I felt well… naked. Was it too bold? Should I
just delete the message and get dressed? I did not have time to
ponder longer that the little dot next to his name turned green.
He had answered.

HandSurgeon: What do you suggest? I’m all ears.

Edelweiss: let’s say… I wanted to keep something inside me
the entire evening… like an egg, you know those vibrating egg
but like, not turned on because that’d be too much.
Edelweiss: here, this:
Edelweiss: [sent an attachment]

I made sure we could see my lower body, the hand holding the
toy was right above my thighs and I angled it so he could see
most of it. When I sent the picture, I felt the pressure in my
stomach grow, maybe he’d refuse and I was getting excited
over nothing.

HandSurgeon: I won’t be able to guide you, gorgeous.

HandSurgeon: But… I think it’s a great idea. Although, I
need to be sure you’re not too sore to have some fun tonight.
Edelweiss: I’m good, I’m great. Don’t worry, I can definitely
handle this. I mean, if you want to, sir.
HandSurgeon: The eagerness ever so present, you’re being
very good asking for it. I would hate to punish you.
HandSurgeon: Let’s do it, if you think you can’t take it
anymore send me a message and take it out.
HandSurgeon: But I’m sure a good girl like you could take it
entire night, wouldn’t you agree?

My answer was to send him a picture of the toy inside me, my

free hand gripping my thigh while spreading them wider.

Edelweiss: [sent an attachment]

HandSurgeon: Fuck. A warning next time. I’m not against
more pictures, but let me remind you I’m not alone tonight.
HandSurgeon: Or is it what you’re looking for? You want to
show off to me, but also to them? The odds of the people here
looking at my phone are low, but they’re not null. That’s what
gets you off.

I was going to reply but he sent another message that sent

something coursing straight between my legs. The throb I
managed to numb after this morning’s talk came back without
much efforts needed.

HandSurgeon: Maybe to calm that eagerness, we should turn

it on? Have you dripping wet for tonight? Would that help
with how needy you’re feeling right now? You’d be
surrounded by, let’s say your friends. But your thoughts would
be nowhere near that, no.
HandSurgeon: You’ll be thinking of me. Of what I’d do to
you tonight, looking forward to obey. To be on your knees, in
your bed, expectant in front of your screen. Like a desperate
girl, pleading for some relief.

My hand slipped on my desk and grabbed the little remote,

pressing it to turn the toy on. I let out a shaky breath at the
sensation, spread my legs wider to try to press it deeper but
finding my attempt fruitless.
HandSurgeon: Get dressed, and go join your friends. I’ll be
available to talk in a few.
HandSurgeon: But don’t get too greedy. If you think you’re
getting close, you turn it off. I want you begging for an orgasm
tonight. Are we good?
Edelweiss: Yes sir. More than good.
Edelweiss: Maybe… maybe I could call you, no video, to do
it…

He’ll ask for me to be precise. But I felt like my pride would

take a hit if I wrote it down, did I want to beg? I gave it a
thought while getting dressed in a fresh pair of clothes.
Usually I wouldn’t want to beg, but it felt different here.
Maybe I could use this moment to find out more about him,
his tastes… his kink.

HandSurgeon: “It”?
Edelweiss: Beg. You want me to beg, I am suggesting to do it
on a call. That’s what you want right? You get off on being in
a position of power but what else do you like?
HandSurgeon: I’ll have you begging, no matter what. That’s
the fun, dear.
HandSurgeon: Now you’re curious about what I like? We’ll
talk about it after tonight’s session, right now I have to go.
Have fun, be good.

I thought it was going to be child’s play. The vibrations

weren’t that strong, and it’s not like there was going to be a lot
of things that’d turn me on during a friend gathering. Right?
Right. It’s what I thought until I joined everyone in the living
room and there stood a definition of handsome. I don’t know
what Nami said about him but I’m sure she never mentioned
how hot he was.
Nami, Luffy and Robin were sitting on the ground by the low
table. They were taking the boxes of food from the bags and
giving them to everyone. What caught my eyes was the man
sitting in the couch, almost lazily. He was looking at the three
people with something close to boredom, his arms spread on
the back of the couch.

Suddenly I regret trying to make my evening more fun… Or did

I? I’d have to see how the evening go to make an opinion on
being in the company of such a beautiful man when I had my
own hardship going.
Chapter End Notes

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 Chapter 3
Chapter Notes

This chapter : Exhibitionism / Power play / Dom/sub

Dynamics / Control/ Stranger / Flirting / Edging / Orgasm
denial / Orgasm delay / Oral innuendo
See the end of the chapter for more notes

Once I made my way to the living room, I stopped behind the

couch and observed the scene unfolding in front of me, unsure
of how to start the conversation with the intimidating man on
my couch. If he’s Luffy’s friend, he must be alright, right?
Giving him a once over, from what I could see, I saw he was
tattooed all over his arms and hands. His ears were decorated
with a few golden earrings which only added to the charm.
Maybe I could start with that?

Walking around the couch, I could feel the vibration inside me

at every step and had to keep a straight face until I slumped on
the couch next to the stranger. Crossing my legs, I was going
to lean my head on the back of the couch but felt his arm and
straightened my back before saying, “So you’re the mysterious
food benefactor of the night?” He turned around and raised a
brow, smirking.

“And you’re the free loader?” Why was the way he said it so
hot? I pondered internally. I was taken aback and suddenly
wanted to yell at Nami for telling me it’d be ok. With a huff,
and slightly warm cheeks, I quickly answered, with
composure, “Tell me what I owe you, and I’ll pay my part.
And, take the cap off inside. You look shady.” I huffed the last
part as I glanced at the white hat on his head.

With the hand that was next to my shoulder, he slowly

removed his hat and was going to place it on my head, but I
grabbed it and dropped it next to him. “How much?” I
repeated again, talking about the food.
“Nothing, at least now she’ll stop telling me I owe her. Which
I don’t, by the way.” He explained, his gaze turned to Nami
with a slight scowl. I mumbled a thank you.

There was something intimidating in his demeanor, even if

you ignored the tattoos all over his arms. Sure, he was dressed
casually, a simple black t-shirt and blue jeans but the way he
carried himself threw me off. “Right, so, if you don’t owe her,
why is she mad then?” I asked. I was going to sit tailor-style
while waiting for the three others to finish preparing
everything, when I felt the egg move inside and arched my
back suddenly.

I quickly got hold of myself, I cleared my throat and looked at

the man with an apologetic smile. He seemed curious, but did
not say anything. Instead, his eyes observed me intently. “I
won a bet. She does not like losing money, and she’s still mad
about it.”
“It makes sense,” I hummed, this time crossing my arms over
my chest. The conversation was probably over, I did not know
what else to ask.

I still did not know his name, but I felt like it was a bit too late
to ask. He does not seem too arrogant for now, I thought, very
hot, and domineering but not annoying. Lost deep in thought, I
suddenly felt something touch my shoulder and look at it to
see the man’s hand nudging me. Startled, I contracted my
abdomen, which only made me even more aware of what I had
started before coming here.

“You look tensed, are you good?” He asked in a, surprisingly,

caring tone. I laughed nervously and nodded, uncrossing my
leg to look more relaxed than I actually was. A very very bad
choice, whenever I’d move, I could feel the toy inside me and
the knot in my stomach grow. “I’m great, great. So uh-“ I
pointed at his hands, “Bold choice.”
“I suppose it is.” He hummed, not convinced with my answer.

“It’s hot, don’t get me wrong but I don’t think employers are
fond of it. Doesn’t it make it harder to find a job?” We were
interrupted when Robin handed us our plates, asking us if this
was our order. I nodded and took it from her hand before
putting the plate on my lap and thanked the black-haired friend
for paying then waited for him to take his plate. I thought we’d
eat in silence, observing the people in front of us, when he
spoke up.

“That’s where wearing gloves come in handy.” He chuckled,

taking of forkful of his food before continuing. My mind
reacted at the mention of gloves, I remembered the picture
HandSurgeon sent this morning and it only make the throbbing
between my leg, stronger. “But patients don’t really care about
the tattoos, they can’t be picky with who’s cutting them open,
can they?” He stated dryly.

I looked back at him with wide eyes, not expecting such a dry
reply. Then let out a nervous laugh, before genuinely laughing.
“I was definitely not expecting that answer. But you’re not
wrong.” I said with a small smile, “I suppose the pretty face
balances the threatening aura, and the tattoos.” God why did I
say that. I played it off and looked at the three people at the
low table, shoving as much food as I could to stop myself from
spurting embarrassing shit.

But it did not deter my tongue who seemed to have a will on

its own, the man and I spoke at the same time. “So, you’re a
doctor?” “Threatening aura?”
I choked on some small bite of food that stuck in my throat
and grabbed the glass of water the man handed me. I was
going to chug it down but he made a gesture for me to calm
down, and drink slowly. While I did, he chuckled, “I work in
the medical field, yes. But Nami forbids me to talk about it,
maybe another time-“

“That’s right!” She ruffled his hair as she stood up with her
empty plate, “No work-talk under my roof! Find yourself
someone to spend time with instead of spending all your time
at the hospital-“ Nami, who had interrupted the man, got
interrupted in return when he told her he got it, that he’d stop
mentioning his work but in return she’ll have to stop saying he
had to find a partner. She just grumbled and returned to her
conversation with Luffy and Robin.

Once I had calmed down, I handed him his glass back and
watched him take a sip from it while looking at me straight in
the eyes. His already messy hair looked worse after Nami had
ruffled it, but he looked good. Perhaps it was because I was
aroused, but I felt a certain tension when he did so. He may
not have done it on purpose, but I couldn’t find the strength to
look away. I stared right back at him, my hand gripping my
fork tight when I clenched my wall around the egg, feeling a
sudden pleasure. Fuck, this is not how I thought the night
would go. But you asked for it, echoed my made-up voice of
HandSurgeon in my head.

I masked the gasp that left my mouth by voicing a “Ahhh” of

understanding then continued, “Very hot of you to, I assume,
have graduated medical school.” Why couldn’t I just say it was
great, or awesome? Why did I have to say it was hot? I had to
take a deep breath and calm down.

“Glad to know hot and threatening can coexist.” He said with

a lighter tone as he put his now empty plate on the arm of the
couch before leaning ever so lightly towards me. “Tell me, do
you often flirt with stranger you find threatening?”
The speed at which my brain reminded me of HandSurgeon
surprised me, I did a lot of things with strangers, so, why not
flirt? But I hadn’t really flirt with Luffy’s friend, right?

“Did I flirt, now? Haha. Sorry for the unsolicited advances, but
you’re right, I should have asked your name first.” I said half-
jokingly, meeting his intense gaze for the first time since he
leaned over a bit too much now. To push him to introduce
himself, I set my plate down and put my hand in front of me,
for him to shake, and told him my name.

It’s with reluctance that he wrapped his large hand around

mine and shook it, the ghost of a smile on his face. “Doctor
Trafalgar Law.” He did not let go right away. Instead, he
observed my reaction. I rolled my eyes but smiled nonetheless,
“The title is a bit too much, isn’t it? I mean… you did put the
effort of studying a few years, I suppose, but I won’t address
you as Doctor. Doc, at best, but-“
He seemed ticked off for a second but masked it and said,
“Law is fine, but I put a lot more than a few years into that
degree.”

“True, money too, and from what I gathered you also put in
the price of a romantic life, am I right?” I blinked a few times,
realizing that I either flirted or said something not appropriate.
No in between. And it was the result of his pretty face, it made
me nervous.

He looked at me up and down a few times then smirked, “That

doesn’t mean I don’t fuck.” My breath hitched and I look
anywhere but at him, instead choosing to focus on the way his
tattooed fingers were splayed over his jeans, tapping from time
to time. For a moment, I could imagine those hands gripping
me tight, the blue color of his jeans being too close to the color
of HandSurgeon’s scrubs only made it worse. I was starting to
feel hot all over, I had to calm down and keep things casual.
The fuck am I averting my eyes for? Reminding myself to not
be a little bitch, I looked at him once more. My stomach
churned when I saw he was still staring at me. He must have
seen my intent glare at his hands, hopefully he did not think I
was judging him. The exact opposite was going in my head, I
wanted those hands to work their way on my skin, gently
gliding on my inner thighs. For fuck sake, clear your thoughts,
I reprimanded myself the best I could but staying next to Law
only worsened things.

“Good for you, good for you. A good fuck’s always nice,
right?” I laughed nervously, “But since you’re so keen on
bringing such a topic, I have a serious question here,” Was it
really serious? No, it was definitely to satiate my curiosity but
the way his brows quirked at my words made me feel things.
“Go ahead.”
“Do doctors have doctor kink, like- the whole nurse outfit,
or… being called Doctor in a very very sexy way?” I did not
expect the laugh that came from his throat. It surprised the rest
of the people around who turned around and looked at us
surprised.

Law did not pay them any mind; he placed his hands on his
knee and made a pensive face. “That’s the first question that
comes in your mind when someone tells you they work in the
medical field?” He inquired, his tone a lot lower than before.

“I said no work-talk Traff’!” Nami said from her spot. Law

groaned and threw her a deadly glare, “Stop with the
nickname, and we’re not talking about work. Mind your own
business.” I’ll never admit it out loud, but I thoroughly
enjoyed his bossy tone, or was it annoyed? When he returned
his attention to me, he sighed.
“Hey I’m sure it’s everyone’s first thought, right?” I was trying
to lighten the tension, to make it more fun, but he was keen on
keeping it the way it was. Moving his hand back on the back
of the couch, there was a smug smile on his face as his hand
graze my neck. I tensed but did not move, it was probably not
done on purpose.

“It’s not. I get ask a lot of things, not this. I’d like to know
what else you’re thinking about right now.” He breathed the
last part in what I could only describe as seductive. This was
too much, with his hand brushing the nape of my neck, his
flirty attitude and the constant vibration inside me I quickly
stood up. “Be right back, I uh- I need to do something- I’ll
share my train of thought after! Promised!” He was startled
and looked at me confused, but I did not care, I rushed back to
my room and pulled out my phone.

Edelweiss: Still alive and I really need to get off. I did not
expect there to be certain people and it has some effect.
Clearly.
Edelweiss: Are you still busy?
Edelweiss: sir.

I paced the room, covering my mouth when a gasp escaped my

throat from the sensation. I hated this, why did I suggest this,
this is not fun. I want to touch myself; I want to get this
tension out of my body. No, I need to. But this was clearly not
happening. I considered doing it, even though HandSurgeon
had told me not to, but reconsidered when I imagined the fun it
would be tonight. Luckily, I did not have time to think more as
my phone vibrated.

HandSurgeon: Some effect?

Edelweiss: don’t play dumb, he’s like… he kind of has your
vibe, the hot vibe and it does not help at all with my
predicament…
HandSurgeon: Check the attitude first. Now, we’re talking
about the same predicament you asked to be in, right? The one
you desperately begged to be in? The one you are clearly
enjoying more than you thought you would, that same one? I
think you put yourself in that situation, and you’ll get through
it like the good girl I know you want to be.
HandSurgeon: It would be a shame to go back home, and see
a message from you, telling me you caved and touched
yourself. I’d be disappointed.

Groaning, I let myself fall on my bed and brought my phone

close to my face. I read his words a few more times before
replying.

Edelweiss: so you’ll be here tonight… sir?

HandSurgeon: If my evening does not stretch out, I’ll be sure
to have fun with you.
HandSurgeon: If you’re good, of course. I like my fucktoy
obedient and eager. Which you are, correct?

I had to take a second look at the name he gave me, I had yet
to decide if I enjoyed it or not. But as I read it again, I was
leaning towards it being positive. But should I make it easy?

Edelweiss: I’m not your fucktoy though, sir.

HandSurgeon: Hold onto that thought, we’ll see what you’ll
say after tonight. I’ll ask again, and I’m fairly certain the
answer will be different, dear.
HandSurgeon: Now, I have to leave, don’t force yourself if
you feel like it’s too much.
HandSurgeon: But imagine how sensitive you’ll be tonight;
how good it’ll feel when you’ll fuck yourself just for me. Your
toy filling you just right, the burning sensation of your walls
stretching… Putting on a show just for me…
Edelweiss: I get it, I get it… don’t make me imagine it too
much or I won’t hold on until the end of the evening 😔
HandSurgeon: You will. See you tonight.

Seeing as the conversation had ended, I sat back up and

shoved my phone in my back pocket. Talking to him had not
help, at all. The pressure in my lower stomach had only
grown, but I had to make do and keep socializing at least until
Luffy and Law left.

Now standing up, I checked in the mirror if I had any darker

spot from how wet I was and was relieved to see nothing. I
had to hype myself to join everyone again, and once I did, they
were all sitting around the low table, Law included. They did
not pay any mind to my return, except Robin who patted the
spot between her and Law, smiling. Returning the smile, I
shuffled their way and sat down. I made sure to sit on my foot
to get more comfortable.

Maybe to get some friction too from time to time. Or to make

sure the egg did not slip out, could it even? Shaking my
thoughts away, I focused back on the conversation happening
and realized I was being talked to. “I’m sorry, could you
repeat?” I said softly.

“Where did you hurry off to?” Robin asked gently, Nami
followed with more snark, “Yeah, you had Traff’ here worried.
I’d run too if he was making some adv-“ Seeing how annoyed
Law seemed to become when Nami teased him like that, I
interrupted her with a polite smile.
“I remembered I had to send an assignment, but it’s done now!
I’m single and ready to mingle- or like just, to party. I’m not-
yeah I’ll…” I made a zipping motion with my hand over my
mouth and poured myself a drink when the conversation
resumed without a hitch.

Law who was leaning back, his hands on the ground behind
his back, observed all my actions without a word. At this point
it was clear he wasn’t listening to the conversation right in
front of him. I turned his way with a scowl and hissed in a
hushed tone, “What do you want?”

It seemed to put a smile on his face as he leaned forward, his

elbows on his knees now. “Still curious of your thoughts, and
even more curious of why you lied. But you’re not going to
tell me the latter.” He huffed a laugh, “Not yet, at least.” His
confidence could now be qualified as arrogance, I had a hard
time distinguishing them from one another. Turning around to
face him, I discretely moved my heel to get some friction and
took a rapid breath.

Choosing to ignore the fact that he assumed, correctly so, that

I lied, I mimicked his posture. Resting my chin on my hand.
“Then ask me what you want to know, I live to satiate your
curiosity doc.” I said sarcastically. For some reason, he made a
weird face for the span of a few seconds. He was quick to get a
hold of himself and smirked. “Careful, I might just use that
eagerness of yours.”

I held back from widening my eyes in surprise, maybe even

smile. I liked it, it was strange how easy it was for him to
make my stomach churn in need, but I enjoyed it a lot. Giving
him a half-smile, I hummed inquisitively, “What if I say I’d
like that?” I regretted my words instantly, and was about to
lean back when Law said in a low tone, “Then I’d be sure to
give you my number to settle a date.”

Looking at him with wide eyes, I couldn’t help but be flattered

and smiled stupidly. “We barely know each other, sir. I believe
buying someone dinner first is the tradition.” I said
humorously. I was trying to back out of this, I don’t know why
but the fact that he met all my expectations frightened me for a
moment.

He scoffed in response and leaned back, putting his hand

forward, palm up. I quirked a brow and put my hand on his,
only for him wrap it around mine and pull me towards him, “I
was asking for your phone.” He whispered before letting go. I
quickly pulled my hand back and frowned, masking my
embarrassment by saying, “Well, you could have been clearer.
Maybe use your words? That’d be interesting too, it does
avoid me doing looking like an idiot.”

Smirking, he huffed a laugh once more and said, “I could

have, but then you wouldn’t have done that.” He then pulled
out his phone and handed it to me, a new contact ready to be
filled. “And you looked kind of cute.” Law continued, his
brows raised as he glanced down at his phone for me to take. I
took it with a grumble, not knowing what to answer. So, I
typed in my number and let my thumbs hover over the name.
“I’m really thinking of a joke here, for my name.”

With my fingers tapping the back of the phone, I hummed in

thought. “It’ll be the thing that appears on your phone when
you’re working, so…” After saying that, he gently snatched it
from my hand and shook his head. “You’re right, I’d rather
you did not do something childish.”
I had to put my drink down to give him an incredulous look,
“Funny, not childish. But I suppose my full name makes just
as much sense.” I rolled my eyes with a smile.

Maybe it was happening too fast, but we could get to know

one another on those dates. If that’s what he had in mind. If
not, I was not against having him as booty call, not when he
looked this hot. When I felt my phone vibrate, I suddenly felt
all excited. My brain thought for a second it was
HandSurgeon, then the penny dropped and I saw an unknown
number had texted me “Trafalgar Law.” Looking up at him, I
quirked a brow.

“Very uncreative for a first text. I’ll send a better one, then you
can call me childish.” I then proceeded to send him an
eggplant, a droplet and the two eyes emojis. The
disappointment in his eyes was priceless, I snorted
ungracefully which earned me another raised brow from the
handsome doctor. “Because that is better? If you want
something, I’m sure you can use words instead of emojis, try
again.” He told me with a smug smile. My walls clenched
around the toy inside me, his demeanor having a pleasing yet
unwanted effect on me.

It felt wrong. We were just discussing, our friends around us,

and I was getting off. I was finding pleasure in all of this, my
skin being more and more sensitive as time went on. “You’re
the one who had questions, I don’t have much to say, really.” I
shrugged, focusing on saving his number under the name The
fuckable doctor friend. Proud of it, I showed him and he rolled
his eyes, telling me to change it to his full name. “Hey, you
say ‘use my words’. I say ‘it speaks for itself’.”

Making a gesture to come close, he brough his hand between

our face in a way people do when they exchange a secret.
Then he said, “I thought you wanted to go on a date first, but
you seem to clearly be needing a fuck to clear your thoughts.”
I suddenly turn to face him, he was looking down at me with
half-lidded eyes and a cocky smile. Our faces were very close,
if I wanted to, I could lean in and press our lips together, I
could push him down and-

“Hey, hey, hey guys, how about you keep that for like- let’s
say, a time when we’re not all here? I could almost cut the
tension with a knife!!” Nami said as she put a hand on both
our chest, separating us with a nervous laugh. She then looked
at me with a frown and hissed, “I thought you had better taste
than that-“ “I wouldn’t know, you didn’t even let me get a
taste.” I shrugged.
Looking to the side, I saw a surprised look on Law’s face
quickly followed by a proud smile and a short laugh. “He’s no
good,”

“I think a lot of people would say differently, they often thank

me for not being able to walk the next day which says a lot.”
He said casually, giving Nami the cockiest look ever.
I was turned on so bad from what he had said, from the
attitude too, while Nami just looked at him with an unfazed
expression. “Right, you hardly get free time Traff. I don’t
think your conquests list is that long, but it’s great you believe
it.”

His laugh was enough to cut the conversation short. He was

not going to argue back, there was no need to, but he was still
slightly annoyed. “Damn Nami, you seem pretty invested in
his sex life. Maybe you should find someone-“ She interrupted
me with bright cheeks, “Shut up! I’m taking things slow with
Vivi!!” I rarely see her flustered, but it felt nice because I was
able to make Law genuinely smile.

Letting us go, Nami stood up and pulled Luffy and Robin with
her to the kitchen when Luffy asked about Vivi. Watching
them go, I let my back hit the ground as I sighed. I was this
close to kiss him, and fuck was it, “Hot…” I mumbled. I was
quick to get up when I heard Law’s voice asking me “What
is?”

“Fuck, I had completely forgotten you were there- I don’t

know how I did that but-“ Sitting back up, I covered my mouth
and leaned on my hand in faux-casual, trying to cover the
sudden wave of pleasure when I moved. I moved my hand to
my cheek and tried to smile normally. “Sorry about Nami, she
is very… Protective? Which I don’t understand why-“ my last
word was said in a higher tone when I tried to scoot closer to
the doctor but only made my situation worse.

Still, I continued and cleared my throat. “I badly moved and

uh, my muscles…” I tried to justify my sudden outburst,
“Anyway, I don’t understand why she’s protective, you don’t
seem like a bad guy.” I continued, “And if you’re Luffy’s
friend, by default you’re actually a nice guy.” Law stared at
me, deep in thought. He pondered my words for a moment, it
gave me time to take in his features. His facial hair wasn’t too
much, sure it probably would feel a bit itchy if we kissed
but…

At the same time, my brain sent me an image of him going

down on me. His hair tickling down and making me squirm,
then when he’d look back at me, his beard glistening with- “I
don’t think that’s how it works; you don’t know what I do
when behind closed doors. Maybe I’m a criminal.” He trailed
off, giving me what was supposed to be a mysterious smile.

“I suppose we all have secrets, it’s not that bad. I have mine;
you have yours. It doesn’t mean you’re a bad person.” I stated,
“Plus you save life, you literally studied around… a lot of
years? To save people, it’d be counterproductive to kill them.
At best you’d be a conman, and you know…. Eat the rich.” I
hummed, thinking of something else to add. I thought the
tension from before had dissipated, then I felt his hand touched
mine that was splayed on the floor to keep me balanced. I was
startled but did not move. Instead, I slowly looked at him, he
was gazing down at me with a mischievous smile.

“It’s cute, you think I dropped our previous topic. But tell me,
you were curious about something.” His eyes trailed from our
hands to then look me up and down, his lips pulled in a lazy
smile. I was taken aback and dug my nails deeper into the
ground, but since it was hard it only showed my fingers bent.
“Was it a general curiosity, or were you wondering about
someone in particular?” He asked.

Laughing nervously, I thought I had to act cool, maybe cocky

in return even. “Maybe I did not mean anything from that? Or
maybe I am wondering if I have to invest in a nurse outfit for
our first date- but then again, you’d have to pay it since you
can afford it-“ He cut me off with a long sigh, “Avoiding the
topic I see. Are you that embarrassed to admit you’re the one
who fantasies about being fucked by someone in a long white
coat?” He said it in a dismissive way, but the glare he was
throwing me from the side only lit a fire inside me.

I wanted to tell him I did not, but my mouth wouldn’t let me. I
stared once again at his hand and watched it make its way to
my thigh. He did not go high, barely above my knee and
squeezed it before brushing his thumb over it. “Cat got your
tongue? No witty remark? Maybe I struck a chord.” I wanted
to close my eyes, and let myself get overwhelmed by his
touch. It was barely anything, but with how much stimulation I
had been getting the entire evening, I was so close to cave.

His hand traveled a bit higher on my thigh, I did not say

anything. “Would you prefer I wear the coat, or you do? I’d
have you completely naked, wearing nothing but that, splayed
on my bed…“ He leaned over, his breath caressing my ear,
“Tell me to stop.” He breathed, his hand slithering higher.
“Looking straight ahead instead of facing me? Why not,” He
gripped my chin and turned me his way, “look at me? That’s it,
those eyes. So needy and-“

“Traff! Let’s go!! It’s getting late,” Luffy called from the
kitchen as he hopped off the isle.
I let out a breath I did not know I was holding when Law
removed his hand from my thigh, sighing in disappointment.
When I finally dared to meet his gaze, I saw how satisfied he
looked. “I’ll send you a message when I am free. But send me
a creative text if you feel like it, I’ll be sure to match the
mood.” He said cockily as he stood up.

Before he could go, I grabbed his hand to stop him, and craned
my neck up to look at him, “Date first, then-“
“Then I’ll be sure to enjoy the sight of you from this angle,”
He place his hand under my chin to get a good look, the way
he was looking down at me was hungry and desire. If I did not
have principles, I would have taken him right now, “It’s quite
enjoyable to have you at this height. Just perfect, really-“
“Traff! Come on!!”

“I’ll give you a call when my schedule allows it-“ He started,

but I got a hold of myself and scrambled to my sense,
stumbling a bit when I stood up, I gripped his hand and took it
off my chin, “If I’m free sure,”
He chuckled lowly and stepped closer once more, a knowing
grin adorning his features, “You will be.” Then he walked
away without saying anything more.

They both put their coats on and stepped outside, Nami

accompanied them outside while Robin stood by the door until
they were out of sight. Once they were gone, Robin locked the
door and turned around to give me a huge grin. “Law’s
dropping Luffy back to his place and offered to drive Nami to
Vivi’s house… That means we can talk about what happened-
no what’s been happening the entire evening.”

She seemed too invested, the way she leaned her elbows on
her knees once she sat down on the couch showed it, that
along with her huge smile. “Hey, Nami sold the product
wrong, alright?” I started when I slumped next to her. The
vibrations inside me were a constant reminder that I should
satiate her curiosity fast, for something was waiting for me in
my own room. Something a lot different than a casual dinner
with friends.

“Is that so?” She inquired, her grin only widening. “How come
you never talked about him? He’s super hot, and those tattoos?
Does he not ooze ‘fuckable’? I don’t have time to date but-“ I
was cut off when she quipped in, “Neither does he, but I’m
sure you both could make an exception.”
I rolled my eyes, but couldn’t help my lips from curling into a
smile. “I just want to fuck right now, so does he. That’s a
common understanding between that gorgeous man, and me.”
I hummed, thinking of something to add. But Robin beat me to
it.

“He did say you were going on a date, I believe?”

I had to do a double take and raised by brows, “He- when?”
“Before leaving, he said we’d see each other soon when he’d
pick you up for your date.” She explained in her usual gentle
tone. She seemed to ponder a bit longer, trying to remember
the moment more.
“Well it’s not even settled, and it’s just to get to know one
another-“ “It often is, yes. First step to a beautiful romance.” I
snorted at her words, then shook my head.

“Maybe, just maybe. But I barely know him, and right now
I’m more interested in knowing if I’ll be able to walk
afterwards or not.” It made my friend laugh, she then grabbed
my hands in hers and nodded.
“If it’s any help, you definitely caught his eye. Making him
laugh is hard, but you did, so many times. I wonder what you
were talking about…” She trailed off, quirking a brow
inquisitively. It was indeed a subtle way to see if I’d give her
the gossip, but I was not going to tell her we were basically
eye-fucking each other the entire time and talked about sex
most of it too.

Although they must have noticed the eye-fucking, god the

discretion is lacking tonight. I was still buzzing with
excitement thinking of tonight, hoping the HandSurgeon
would be online.

“He was mocking me, but I’m glad it made him laugh.” I
huffed jokingly. The conversation ended shortly afterwards,
Robin had to work on something and told me to text her if I
needed something because she was going to put her headphone
on to not annoy me with her music. It was pretty fortunate, but
I’d still try my best to be silent on my part, considering what I
was about to do.

We bid each other good night and I tried to go back to my

room as calmly as possible. I wanted to rush there, take off all
my clothes and check if I had a message from the
HandSurgeon. I felt uncomfortable in my clothes, when I
moved, they’d brush against my skin and I hated how sensitive
it had become from the overstimulation.

I made a detour by the bathroom to grab a towel then locked

the door behind myself when I stepped inside my bedroom.
Taking off my clothes took but a few seconds however made
sure to keep my underwear. Plugging my phone in, I grabbed
my laptop and placed in on my bed. I made sure to angle it
right, so that we couldn’t see my face, then placed the towel on
my bed along my vibrator.

Once I knelt on it and opened Discord, I noticed the messages

from the HandSurgeon and the fire inside me was lit ablaze
once more.
Chapter End Notes
Feedback, now. That’s it. Is it hot? I don’t know, I like it.
I vibed to it. Nice hot. Yeah Law is flirty, because he
doesn’t have the stress that comes with being a pirate ok?
It’s basically Law before the 2 years Timeskip
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 Chapter 4
Chapter Notes

TW/ Spanking, discipline, edging

Yeah boy, I do add them in the tags but that way you
know if it’s not your shit. It’s all with consent, and no
crying, just fun times!
See the end of the chapter for more notes

Fifteen minutes ago, he had sent his messages.

HandSurgeon: I’m done for the evening. I’ll be available in

about 40 minutes.
HandSurgeon: Send me a message when you’re ready. And
be sure to not touch yourself while you wait.
HandSurgeon: If you’re still busy, I’ll wait. I’m sure I can
find something to busy myself while you’re being toyed with
in front of your friends.
HandSurgeon: I can imagine how desperately you’re trying to
stay discrete. Probably thinking everyone around you knows,
and that’s how you like it. I think you like the idea of them
finding out you’re actually a pretty needy girl. I’d call you a
slut, but you’re only doing this for me. You’re only obeying
because I asked you to. You’re only keeping that sweet
pleasurable egg inside you because you want to show me how
good you are. And that’s what a good girl does.
HandSurgeon: So, keep it until we talk again. I’ll send you
another message when I’m home.

I stared at his words a few seconds, taking them in the best I

could. I did the math in my head and realized I still had to wait
25 more minutes until he’d probably be home. Maybe he’d be
home and still need to shower, or get changed- A groan
escaped my lips as I let myself fall on my back. I don’t want to
wait anymore…

I placed my hand on my stomach, and drummed my fingers on

it, pondering. Then very slowly, I slid my hand over my lower
stomach, closing my eyes in the process as I let it go further
down, under my underwear, parting my lips apart and sliding a
finger between them. I started rubbing myself very slowly
when my brain decided to remind me HandSurgeon’s words,
you want to show me how good you are. Whining, I force
myself to put my hand away and groaned, running a hand
through my hair. He better be here soon, this is so fucking bad.
Sitting back, I looked at screen a moment before typing,

Edelweiss: It’s awful, I really want to touch myself.

Edelweiss: I…
Edelweiss: I touched myself a few seconds, then stopped right
away because I know you wouldn’t have liked it.
Edelweiss: I didn’t get off, I just… caved in just a bit, but I’m
still very much… eager…

God. I looked over my messages a few times, groaning at how

desperate I looked. It was weird, how I felt compelled to obey
him. I had the power to not do it, I could just get my high and
tell him I didn’t do anything. I could lie, and get on with my
life. But I didn’t. I liked giving him that power, it was thrilling,
it was exhilarating, it was something I wanted.

I was surprised when I saw a HandSurgeon was writing, I

thought he wasn’t home yet? Then it clicked,

HandSurgeon: Driving.
HandSurgeon: Hands off yourself.
HandSurgeon: Punishment when home.
HandSurgeon: 10 minutes

I gulped and wrote back quickly, noticing the number of

mistakes I made when I typed. I made sure to read it over a
few times before sending it.

Edelweiss: I stopped, I promise I’m not doing anything right

now! I’m kneeling in front of my screen, waiting for you.
Edelweiss: But… I don’t think I deserve a punishment. It’s not
like I got any sort of pleasure from barely touching myself… I
remembered your orders

Spreading my legs, a little bit, I rolled my hips over my towel,

trying to get some sort of friction. It was unbearably slow, and
I did not get anything from it, all it did was moving the egg
inside me and it felt nice. I was feeling a bit sore, but the need
to get relief was stronger.

Moving the laptop to the side a bit, I leaned forward and rested
on my elbows, focusing on not doing anything. It was hard to
do so. I was playing a bit of music in the background, to keep
myself in the mood, not that it was needed. The built-up
tension inside me was a constant reminder of how I felt.

I don’t know how long I stayed like that, bucking my hips

from time to time against my mattress, gasping at the sensation
of the fabric of my underwear rubbing the towel. Soft, barely
audible, whines would leave my lips when I did so, I hated
how that man got me without even touching me. I was ready to
do whatever he asked just to get rid of this pressure in my
lower stomach.
I almost had a heart attack when I heard my phone and my
laptop make sound at the same time, looking at my phone first,
I realized it was a Discord call from HandSurgeon. I looked
back at my screen which displayed the same thing. Quickly
moving the laptop in front of me, I picked up with just the
voice, not turning the camera on, then muted myself.
HandSurgeon was also muted and was writing.

HandSurgeon: You picked up fast.

HandSurgeon: Did you move your hand from your needy
cunt as fast?

I started writing back, but he sent another message.

HandSurgeon: You disobeyed. But I’ll give you some credit

for being honest… which I’d expect from my sub, but you’re
more than that, aren’t you? You want to please me, you want
to be a good girl.
HandSurgeon: Did you feel guilty when you started touching
yourself? Maybe afraid, to disappoint me?
HandSurgeon: I was indeed disappointed to read your
message, but it balanced with your honesty… Still, I would
have rather be pleased to read you were waiting needily for my
return than simply… this
HandSurgeon: Well, I’m here, let’s discuss that misstep, dear.

My stomach flipped, a shiver ran all over my body as I let my

fingers hover over the keys of my keyboard. I did feel guilty,
but mostly I felt wanting.

Edelweiss: I do feel bad… sir

Edelweiss: Is it any consolation that I was thinking about what
you’d do to me when I touched myself?
HandSurgeon: Trying to coo me into being nicer?
Edelweiss: No! no! I’ll take what you give me, then we’ll start
fresh and we can have fun, right?
Edelweiss: sir.
HandSurgeon: Oh, but I’m having fun. I have few ideas on
what your punishment could be.

Giggling nervously, I made sure to angle the laptop right and

turned the camera on. We couldn’t see my head, it even cut off
a bit of my shoulders, but the important part could be seen: my
chest and my legs. I sat with my hands on my lap a moment,
seeing if HandSurgeon would notice, and he was quick to
write back.

HandSurgeon: Look at yourself… you look so good on your

knees, ready for whatever I’m going to give you.
HandSurgeon: Beautiful…
HandSurgeon: And here, I thought I’d have you begging in
my ears, but you’re also giving me a show.

Leaning over to write, I was constantly careful to keep my

head off screen.

Edelweiss: That way you can see I’m not doing anything…
even though I can still feel it vibrating inside me…
HandSurgeon: My, my… How interesting.
HandSurgeon: But you still need to be disciplined, don’t you
think?

I always leaned over to type back, then rested back on my

heels, my hands resting on my lap once more.
Edelweiss: …
Edelweiss: yes sir.

I could feel my breathing quickening ever so lightly, the

excitement starting to be more present. I did not realize I was
smiling, but there was something so appealing to being in front
of a stranger, half-naked. He had said I was beautiful, and it
brought warmth all over my body. I did not want to hide, I
wanted to show off.

HandSurgeon: Good girl. Look at yourself, you’re not

moving at all, how hard is it?
Edelweiss: very, sir.
HandSurgeon: Is that why you touched yourself when I was
not here? After I told you not to? Was it already that hard
then? Tell me, Edelweiss, how hard was it?

My chest was rising with each short intake I was taking, I took
a moment to think of an answer before typing back.

Edelweiss: it was painfully hard, sir.

HandSurgeon: And how long did it take you to realize you
were not being good by yielding to that temptation of yours,
dear?
Edelweiss: I don’t know, 10? 15 seconds? it was very quick, I
promise I stopped very fast!
HandSurgeon: I’ll take the difference, it’s true you have been
honest.
HandSurgeon: I want you to slap your thighs, painfully hard,
five times.
HandSurgeon: Your thighs look perfect for it, look at them. I
want to run my hands over them before grabbing them hard
enough to have you wince as I spread them apart to get a good
look between your legs.

Digging my nails into my skin, I stared at his words a moment

before running my hands over my thighs very slowly then
doing exactly as he wanted. I do not know if he could see how
wet I was, but the little tip that allowed me to pull the egg out,
could be seen and I saw him type.

HandSurgeon: Good. You must be pretty sensitive with how

long you’ve had it inside. Mmm? If it were up to me, I’d have
you tied to that very bed and leave it inside you a few hours
more.
HandSurgeon: I’d watch you writhe as I’d graze my fingers
all over your body, painfully slow. Letting my nails dig your
skin just slightly…
HandSurgeon: It’d leave a mark for sure, the colour would
suit you well, I’m sure. To see you with marks all over your
body, to know you belong to me. You’d enjoy it too, I’m sure.
Begging for more, maybe fight against the restraints.

My breathing was getting heavier just from imagining it. I

brought a hand to my stomach before scratching it across,
wincing as I did so, it left a colorful mark from under my
breast to my lower hip. It was burning slightly at the tip of my
fingers and on my skin, but it felt so good too. That pleasure
was cut short very soon.

HandSurgeon: Did I tell you to do that?

HandSurgeon: Hands on your thighs, now. Hard.

Bringing my hands back to my lap, I quickly answered, feeling

bad.
Edelweiss: I’m sorry. I thought… you’d enjoy it. I won’t do it
again, sir.
HandSurgeon: I don’t recall giving you the reins, now you do
as I tell you.

And I did. I stopped doing anything and placed both of my

hands on my thighs, hoping he had forgotten about the
punishment.

HandSurgeon: Let’s start the count now. You know what to

do.

Without thinking, I unmuted myself so he could hear it. Maybe

like that he’ll be able to gauge the strength and agree I hit
hard. After my first hit, he sent a message, not missing to
count.

HandSurgeon: One.
HandSurgeon: That’s it, good girl. Fuck you’re going in hard,
exactly as I told you.
HandSurgeon: It sounds beautiful, even more when hearing
those soft little gasps from your pretty mouth.

I chuckled but did not speak. Desperate and filthy noises will
be all he’d hear from me. I would not speak.

HandSurgeon: Keep going now, and spread your legs wider.

But don’t move.

As I did, I made sure to lower the camera just enough so that

the height I lose from resting on my heel, did not made me
lose my anonymity. Once that was done, I resumed my
punishment and hit my thighs, waiting for the man on the
screen to count along.

Two. It’s already a nice colour. Maybe you should strike the
other one next time. Make it even. Three. That’s it, it’s a nice
sound. You’re pouring your heart into it, good girl. Four. Was
that a whimper? No, you moaned. It such a pretty sound.
You’re enjoying it a lot more than you’re supposed to. Maybe I
should add more, that ought to calm that enthusiasm of yours.
Go ahead, last one. Five. Did you hold back? I’m sure you
wanted to whimper. You went pretty hard on that last one.

Looking down at my skin, if was definitely ‘colorful’ as he put

it. The stinging pain felt good, but as I brushed my hand over
the skin, there was a painful reminder of how sensitive it had
become from the sheer force I had used. Add to that how my
entire body was a lot more sensitive from being stimulated the
entire night… I let out a shaky sigh as the sensation.

Looking up, I saw that HandSurgeon was writing and waited

for his message, my hands rubbing absent-mindedly my thighs
while I waited. Trying to ease the burning skin.

HandSurgeon: You took it very well, I’m proud.

HandSurgeon: Now that this is done, the fun can begin.
HandSurgeon: Although, I think you’ve been having a lot of
fun tonight already.
HandSurgeon: You handled it pretty well, if we ignore the
slip up right at the end.
HandSurgeon: So how about you remove those clothes, I
want to have a good look at you.

Well, if I was going to remove those remaining clothes, might

as well do it with a bit of charm. First, I freed my breasts, and
dropped the item of clothing behind myself. I made sure, to
squeeze them a bit, not knowing if he’d appreciate it but I
continued and raised myself on my knees before slipping my
underwear off. I sat back on my ass and extended my legs in
front of myself to slip it off entirely and dropping it by the
other item of clothing.

Once I was fully naked, I faced the camera once more, the
same position as earlier. I made sure to spread my legs to show
HangSurgeon how wet I was, even if it was a subtle sight.

HandSurgeon: You leave me speechless.

HandSurgeon: You’re gorgeous. I’m glad you feel
comfortable enough to show yourself to me.
HandSurgeon: I can see you’re moving your hips, you really
can’t stay still.
HandSurgeon: First, stop rolling your hips.

And I did. I clenched my wall around the still vibrating egg

inside me, and slid my hands between my thighs and my
calves to keep myself from fidgeting.

HandSurgeon: Good. I want to see, sit back and show me

how it looks, dear.

Resting my hands behind myself, I leaned back and spread my

legs more to give him a better view. I followed his instructions
and spread my lower lips too, making sure to not touch myself
more than what he asked me to.

HandSurgeon: I think it’s time to take it out, wouldn’t you

say?
I gave a thumbs up on the screen and was going to pull it out
when he sent another message.

HandSurgeon: Type back, or tell me ‘yes sir.’ I’m sure you

can use words.

Gulping, I considered for a moment. I mumbled to myself, the

microphone not picking up on my tone. Then I looked to the
side, it was different to say it out loud than to write it. In a
lower tone, I said, “Yes sir.” It was short, it was embarrassing
enough, and yet, my pulse was only getting faster.

HandSurgeon: Go ahead, pull it out, slowly.

Grabbing the rubber end, I pulled very slowly, just as

instructed and turned it off as I did so. I felt my walls try to
clench around it to keep it in, my hole stretching more when
the toy finally came out. A silent moan left my lips, then I
sighed in relief of not feeling the vibrations inside me. There
was a white string connecting the toy and my pussy, it broke
when I put it down on the towel.

HandSurgeon: That was very interesting…

HandSurgeon: I see it was not for nothing, with how wet you
are I’m sure you toy could slide in effortlessly.
Edelweiss: it feels empty now, sir.
HandSurgeon: We’ll fill you up then. Grab your vibrator.

I did, and showed it on camera, twirling it around a bit before

going to slide it inside me. But the man on the other side of the
screen had something else in mind.

HandSurgeon: Dear, slow down.

HandSurgeon: I want you to suck your toy good.

I was surprised by his request but did as he asked and brought

it to my lips, I stuck my tongue out and tried to show just that
to the camera before putting it my mouth and giving it a few
licks with my tongue. It was weird, but I imagined it was the
real deal and twirled my tongue around it a few times before
showing him once again.

HandSurgeon: Look at you.

HandSurgeon: Sucking off your toy, thinking it’s my cock.
That’s what you did, right?
HandSurgeon: It’s strange to do it, but you did it because I
asked you to.
HandSurgeon: And you want to please me that bad. You do,
you are pleasing me greatly.
HandSurgeon: I think it’s time to please you, wouldn’t you
say?

“Yes, please… sir…” I whispered, hoping he had heard it.

I like the sound of that. So polite and already pleading. Go

ahead and shove it inside. Give me a show as you do so. Look
at you, teasing yourself for me. That’s it, keep rubbing it on
your slit. I can hear you, breathing so loudly already, dear. I
can’t imagine how much you want it. No, need it, is that right?
Need it so much you’d beg for it.

I don’t know why I chuckled, but I did. I slowly slid the toy
inside me and groaned, “Maybe…” before moaning a bit
louder than before when it was fully in.
Did you laugh? ‘Maybe’ is not an answer. You’re giving me a
bit of an attitude there. Careful. I can see you’re enjoying
yourself, thrusting that toy in and out. Does it feel good? Let’s
make it better. Run your hands over your body, delicately. I
want you to feel yourself. There is no fun in just using that
needy pussy of yours. Let’s have a bit of fun. I want you to give
me a show. That’s right, let go of your toy. It’s annoying, I’m
sure, but I want to get you a bit more on edge. Color?

Edelweiss: green, green

Edelweiss: can I lay down? My knees are starting to hurt
Edelweiss: I’ll give you a show, but please not too long
Edelweiss: I really want to fuck myself
Edelweiss: for you
Edelweiss: hopefully you’ll have some fun too
Edelweiss: please?
Edelweiss: sir
HandSurgeon: I think you are very needy tonight.
HandSurgeon: And to get what you want, you’ll have to beg
more than that. Go ahead and lay down.
HandSurgeon: I barely did anything, and you’re already
fidgeting on the spot. My pretty toy likes to show off, just for
me.

Oh, the hands on your breasts. Are you trying to coo me

again? Pinch your nipples and pull them. That’s it, again, a
few more times. Feel the stinging pain? It’s nothing, you want
more. I can hear your shallow breath. You seem to be handling
well. Maybe I should have left the egg longer inside you. Have
you begging for release. Ruin that little pride of yours. You’d
be moaning my name, asking for permission. To touch
yourself. No, no, no, don’t touch your clit just yet.
I let go and move on the towel, sitting on the side, he could
only see my side so I laid down and turn on my side to face
him. I was laying with my head resting on my hand, supported
by my elbow.

We’re talking, I have all the time in the world. “Please sir. Let
me touch myself…” I whispered. I could barely recognize my
voice, I was shy, I was ready to disappear. Try again, make it
more desperate. That’s what you are. Desperate for a good
fuck. And I’ll give you that, if you beg properly dear. Come on,
try again. You were desperate enough earlier to touch yourself
without my permission. Get it back, and ask. I’m not hearing
anything, dear. Cat got your tongue?

His last text sent electricity coursing through my body, it

reminded of Law earlier when he was suggesting I had a
medical kink. Which only right now could I admit I had…
perhaps. In my head I now replaced that stranger’s face with
Law’s and it made everything a lot more intense.

“Can I please fuck myself for you, sir.” It was supposed to be a

question, I was supposed to be asking for permission, but it
sounded more like a fact and HandSurgeon took notice of it.

That won’t do. Try again. I’m starting to think you don’t want
it that bad. Maybe we should delay that little pleasure of yours
a bit more. Have you hump your bed. I’d enjoy the sight. You
wouldn’t be enjoying it as much. But I would. I’ll have you
giving me a show, my cock in hand. You’d be aware that I’m
stroking my cock from your pretty show.

“No, please. Please, let me fuck myself for you sir, I’ll be
good. Please. I-“ My breath hitched and I intertwined my
hands on my lap and continued, this time in what I hope was a
sultry tone. “I want you to watch me ride it.” My face burst
aflame the moment the words left my mouth and I waited
expectantly for my partner’s reply. I saw him type and added a
better incentive, feeling the throbbing between my legs
increasing. “Please sir,” I felt embarrassment crawled up my
skin when I said the last part, “I’m your good girl.” But it was
also so exciting.

HandSurgeon: That you are.

HandSurgeon: Very well, start slow. And don’t rush it.
HandSurgeon: And let me hear your pretty sounds, I’ve taken
a liking to them.

Humming, I followed his instructions and started doing

exactly that. I laid on my back for a better access and use the
arm that was not in the way of the camera to thrust the toy
inside me. I would whine at how slow it was, but at how good
it felt to finally get any sort of friction. Breathing heavily with
my mouth open, I tried to calm it down the best I could but
abandoned quickly when I saw the messages.

Don’t hold back. I want to hear how good it makes you feel.
You’re gripping your sheets so tight. Maybe we’ll put that
hand to good use. Yes? Rub your clit. Keep moving slowly.
That’s it, good girl. I can get used to hearing you whimper
when I call you a good girl. What a show, you’re taking it so
good. Maybe we should turn it on, see how you fair. What
would you say? I’ll need a better answer than that whine. You
can do better.

“Yes, I want to turn it on, please.” I breathed, still riding the

toy. I slid my finger to the button, ready to press it.

Cute. But I’ll let you ride it more before that. Seeing you like
that. Legs spread wide. Your hips bucking against it. It’s a
sight. So sinful, so lewd. You’re so depraved. I could make you
do anything like this. And I know you enjoy that idea. You want
me to order you around. Tell you to stop. Oh no, dear, don’t
stop. It was an example. God you’re so obedient. I’d have you
in front of me. On your knees. I’d press my thumb on your lips.
Parting them. Your hands would desperately try to get my cock
out.

Don’t fasten the pace. I see I am getting to you. You want to

suck me off that bad? With my cock in your mouth, you surely
won’t give me the attitude you gave me earlier. Because you’re
a good girl. You’d suck me so good. Moaning around my cock.
Trying to take it as deep as you can. With how greedy you are,
I’m sure I’d have to grip your hair to stop you from going too
far. Pretty tears running down my pretty girl’s face.

I arched my back at each thrust, trying to meet them with more

speed than I was allowed to use. With my eyes closed, I
focused on the feeling of it stretching me before leaving, and
coming back, over and over again. At some point, I was so
focused, I probably forgot to read the messages and just heard,
“Stop.” from my computer and moaned as I stopped. Turning
my head to face the screen, I mumbled an apology, my face
burning in embarrassment.

HandSurgeon: Seeing how far you were, I had to talk.

Because you were not paying attention.
HandSurgeon: I was about to apologize for breaking that
little… unspoken agreement of not talking…
HandSurgeon: But I have a feeling you enjoyed it.
HandSurgeon: Tell me, Edelweiss. Did you enjoy the sound
of my voice?

Huffing, I shrugged but he could not see it so I spoke, making

sure to lower my tone a bit. “What if I did?” I asked, smiling. I
couldn’t stop my brain from imagining it was Law behind that
screen, I wanted to hear more of that stranger’s voice. I wanted
to imagine Luffy’s friend ordering me around, I wanted him to
look at me as I fucked myself for him.

“Yes or no. Answer me.” I heard him talk once more, his voice
low and stern. I whimpered as I bucked my hips against my
toy, I wanted to get something, anything, but I was not going
to get it until I replied. “Yes, yes I did sir. Please can I keep
going- please keep talking,” I pleaded, trying hard not to
move, my eyes riveted on the screen.

HandSurgeon: I think I’ll keep writing. It’ll force you to pay

attention.
HandSurgeon: How about this, I’ll let you go wild.
HandSurgeon: No, not yet.
HandSurgeon: You’re so eager tonight. I wish I could tie you
up to stop you from moving so much.
HandSurgeon: I have yet to make you writhe in pleasure.

Let’s have you on your stomach. That’s it, you’re showing off
your ass right now. Slap your ass for me. I didn’t even have to
ask twice, my good girl is that happy to please me. Right,
now… You’re already ready to move that pretty toy of yours.
How about you just, turn it at speed 1 for now. That required a
lot of effort from you, I saw. A lot of restraint. But look at you.
Bucking those hips into the mattress. I don’t believe I told you
to do that. You stopped, good.

Holding myself in place was painful. It felt more satisfying

than the small vibrations from earlier, but if I was not rolling
my hips, or moving it myself, it was not reaching the right
spot. I was now left panting, gripping the pillow tightly, lifting
my ass instead of bucking my hips against the bed. It was the
only way I made sure to follow his instructions. My pussy was
starting to feel sore, all I wanted was to cum but I also
desperately wanted to please him.
Such a needy little thing, aren’t you? You’d need to be pinned
down right now. Showing your ass like that, unable to stay put.
I can hear your heavy breathing. I can hear each and every
moan of yours. Hear your dry throat, trying to keep up with
those needy, needy whines of yours. You must be so used up.
So sore. So sensitive. But my pretty girl still has some energy
left. I can see it. You’re ready to pour all that energy to fuck
yourself for me. God, look at you. Grinding against nothing,
like a bitch in heat. You’re desperate, aren’t you? You’re ready
to beg, yet?

“Yes, yes, please, please.” When I breathed those words, I

heard a delicate whisper that, yet, carried such authority I
could have melt on the spot. “Go wild.”

A throaty groan escaped my lips, I turned around and laid on

my back then started fucking myself upon receiving his
permission. I was lot louder than seconds ago, I was not
holding back, I wanted to give him a show, but also find that
perfect spot to finally reach my peak.

If you keep making those sounds, I’m not going to be able to

stop myself. You truly are a distracting view. Feel how
sensitive you are. Brush your hands over your breasts. Never
stop those thrusts. That’s it. Look at you. Touching yourself for
me. Giving me the most delicious show. Having you at my
mercy like that. I would have given in earlier, if you hadn’t
disobeyed one simple order. But you don’t mind. You wanted to
be disciplined. You wanted me to give you special care. The
attention you’ve been badly craving all night.

Expectant. Needy. Longing, craving, and yet insatiable.

Because you know, you’ll only be able to touch yourself when I
told you do. You knew, there was nothing you could do. You
were at my mercy. Without me ever being there, you were
obeying me. You liked it. You thrived from it. That’s what made
it so much more exciting. I’m the reason you’re in that
position. Squirming on your bed, sighing and mewling in
pleasure. A pleasure that I brought you. That I have control of.
With one word, I can make it go away and stop you from
getting any sort of gratification.

“No, please, let me- please I’m so close, fuck,” I rasped. My

throat dry from breathing with my mouth open, I swore under
my breath when I lost the angle and had to keep thrusting.
Arching my back, I scrambled to move the pillow under my
hips then crossed my legs to feel the vibrations better.

Now, did I say you could do that? If you want to close those
legs, you ask for permission. Open, now. That’s right. You’re
getting the hang of it. You starting to understand what you
have to do, right? So, be a good girl and do as I tell you.

And I did, I begged, moaning his title, telling him I’ll be good.
Telling him I really needed it, I was so close. My arm was
starting to get tired, but I did not want to stop. I felt the need to
prove him I could keep going, I could listen and obey.

HandSurgeon: Dear, what’s your color? Stop moving, answer

me.

“Wanna say green but… orange, arm tired.” I breathed, letting

my head fall further into the mattress while I took a short
break and rested.

HandSurgeon: Good girl, you’re honest. Do you think you

can finish? Or do you want to stop? I won’t be mad with
whichever you chose.
“I can finish, sir.” I murmured, hoping the microphone would
catch my voice. Clearly it did, since the man on the other side
of the screen replied in the most erotic way, his voice
unwavering, “Good girl. Resume your show now.” His voice
had an effect on me, I did not know possible. When I grabbed
the vibrator once more, I was still remembering the tone of his
voice and how good it sounded when he called me like that.

There we go. That’s it, keep going like that. Don’t grab the
sheets, dear. Move those pretty fingers to your clit. Ah there it
is. It feels better like that, I’m sure. You arche your back so
much. That pillow is becoming pretty useless. One more
reason to have you tied down. Don’t you think? Don’t answer.
Focus on what you’re feeling. Each thrust. Slow down, dear.
Just a bit, take your time to feel it just right. That’s good.
There, right there. Look at you, closing your legs when you’re
close. As if you’re turning shy.

As if you haven’t been fucking yourself. For so long. In front of

me. Letting me hear all your sinful noises. Opening those legs
to show how needy you are. Riding that silly toy like it’s my
cock. Enjoying being watched. Enjoying the attention. I’ll give
you my attention. I am definitely looking. You’d like it even
more if I was stroking my cock right now. Wouldn’t you?
Knowing the effect you have on me. Knowing you’re not just a
desperate little thing. That gets aroused from being ordered
around by a stranger. You want to help. You want to be good.
You want to know you’re doing a good job at being a little slut.

“Yeah- please, stop writing please can you-“ I let out another
moan but never stopped fucking myself. “Stroke yourself
and-“ I took another sharp intake of breath, feeling myself
close. “I want to hear you, please, let me hear you, sir.”

Since you asked so nicely… “With the sight you’re giving me.
I can’t keep my hands to myself.”
The rest was a mix of both our breaths. Hearing him groan and
try to keep his breathing steady was what brought me to the
edge. He was dropping short praises as he stroked himself,
grunting them close to the microphone. I could hear it was
getting harder and harder for him to keep talking as the sounds
behind the screen became more and more obscene.

I lost it when I angled the toy right and let out a loud moan
that made the man swear under his breath, “Fuck, that’s my
girl. Look at you, listen to yourself, whimpering-“ he cut
himself off, groaning again, his breath hitching. His gruffy
voice echoed once more, “Splayed on your bed, vulnerable, so
fuckable and so fucking good to me.”

“’m close, please-“ I managed to say between the panting and

moans that were the thing my brain could muster with how
good I was feeling. The man then kept groaning filth and
praises in my ears, feeling himself getting close, and after a
few minutes I felt my whole body spasmed before the knot in
my stomach finally snapped and I felt the tension in my body
leave. Soon after, it was HandSurgeon’s turn who whispered,
once he was done, “I love the sounds you make when you
come undone.”

I laid there, too tired to move or do anything. I did turn around

to face to camera, at least laying on my side as I waited to see
if he was sending any messages. I muted myself while waiting
and reached behind my back, for my bottle of water.

HandSurgeon: [sent an attachment]

Looking back, I choked on my water when I saw the picture he

had sent. There, on his chest were a few things. Not only a
gorgeous tattoo decorating his chest, taking most of the space
but also the vulgar yet appealing display on his stomach. The
cum being a very slight contrast on his darker skin, but I’d be
lying if I did not feel some sort of pride seeing it. I couldn’t
ignore how his dick was resting on his lower stomach either.

Edelweiss: not gonna lie, it’s very hot

Edelweiss: and that tattoo is, surprising…. But damn it looks
good
Edelweiss: you look good, that looks very good on you, yep…
HandSurgeon: It’s on you, you should be proud.
Edelweiss: trust me, I am enjoying it a lot, very proud yeah
definitely
HandSurgeon: Go get clean, I’ll wait and get cleaned too.
Edelweiss: We could hang up, I should probably sleep
HandSurgeon: I’d prefer stay a bit more to make sure you’re
fine, check up on you after you’ve cleaned up and talk about
the session.
Edelweiss: right, right. That sounds good, brb!

Lowering the screen, almost having it closed, I moved off my

bed and made sure to grab my phone as I took clean clothes
and cleared up my bed. It did not take me long to get
freshened up, but I did sit on the side of the bath a moment and
considered sending a text to the man from this evening. He did
give me his phone number, and I was in a good mood. I was
finally relaxed after being tensed the entire evening, maybe I
should apologize for how forward I’ve been. Nah, he enjoyed
it or else he wouldn’t have given me his number, right? And
so, I did. I sent him a text in my post-orgasmic haze. Maybe I
shouldn’t have…
Chapter End Notes

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Chapter 5 is still in the making, university be a bitch BUT
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 Chapter 5
Chapter Notes

Not much warning, a bit awkward at best. This chapter is

for the bonding babyyy
You know what, I’d say there is even some fluff.
See the end of the chapter for more notes

You: Sup doc, got home safely?

[You sent an attachment]

I chuckled for a second, making myself laugh at the picture of

the crazy scientist from Back to the Future I had sent. Then
when I looked at it more than five seconds, I just regretted it.
“I should have flirted. I should have asked him if he was free
soon. But I did that. Wow.” Gathering my stuff, I was
expecting him to be asleep but received an answer in no time.

Trafalgar Law 😷: I’ll admit it’s a creative real first text. But
don’t send me that shit again, I’m not an old man.
You: Hey, it’s hilarious. You mad because you asked me to call
you doc and now you regret it.
Trafalgar Law 😷: I just hope you won’t see that in your head
when you’ll think of me, it can easily become a turn off, I
think.
You: Damn, what if I’m into older men?
Trafalgar Law 😷 : Lucky for you I’m older, then. Why are
you still awake?
Trafalgar Law 😷: You should sleep, it’s late and you seemed
tensed the entire evening.
You: You’re worried about me? How cute, I thought you were
just looking to dick me down.
You: But I’m going to sleep soon, don’t worry hot stuff, I was
just showering before bed.
You: Who knows, maybe I’ll dream of you 😉

I read my message over, and over and as I saw him type and
stop a few times I was quick to send another one.

You: Yeah, ignore that. I’m tired, I’m not pushy promised. But
you should sleep too, beauty sleep and all.
Trafalgar Law 😷: Depending on the kind of dreams you’re
having, I’ll gladly join you.
Trafalgar Law 😷: You’re cute. I’ll sleep in a few. I still have
some things to do, I’ll be sure to send you a text in the
morning to ask you what you dreamed of.
You: Right, bold of you to assume I remember my dream. And
that I’d share them with you.
You: But please go to bed, it’s getting super late.
[Trafalgar Law 😷sent an attachment]
Trafalgar Law 😷: I’m in bed, don’t worry.

It was stupid, but I did laugh. He was sitting against his

pillows, the simple black bed panel behind him. His hair was a
lot messier than usual, but he did not look sleepy one bit. And
he was still wearing his dress shirt, which clearly was in no
way a pajama.

You: Funny. You’re a funny guy Trafalgar Law, wow. You’re

lucky you’re hot
You: You’re still fully dressed, that’s not going to sleep to me.
Trafalgar Law 😷: If you want to see me naked so bad, you
have to work for it.
Trafalgar Law 😷: I did say I’d enjoy you on your knees, it
seems like a good place to start. But, all in due time, right?

Chuckling at his text, I bid him a good night without replying

to his innuendo which was more than an innuendo, really.
Hopefully, an unspoken promise of a goodtime. I left the
bathroom feeling a bit funny inside and put the toy away
before sitting back on the bed. I was wearing a large shirt so
that I could show my legs if the HandSurgeon asked and sat
with my legs crossed on the bed before typing.

Edelweiss: Back!
HandSurgeon: Your lap is pretty red; how does it feel?
Edelweiss: it’s alright, a bit sore but I like it, it reminds me of
yeah… the discipline so yeah, it’s ok
HandSurgeon: Cute, you enjoyed it quite a lot. Maybe you
could take more next time if you feel like it.
HandSurgeon: But it’d mean you’d have disobeyed, which
you won’t do. Correct?
Edelweiss: yes, I won’t. Sorry…
HandSurgeon: It’s alright, doll.
HandSurgeon: Is there something you enjoyed more this
session? Or did not at all?

Trying to remember the things he had said during the session, I

was going to tell him that everything was good until I
remembered that small thing he said, that I did not particularly
enjoy. I didn’t know if he was going to tell me to just get on
with it and try to enjoy it or anything but trusting he wouldn’t
get mad I wrote down.

Edelweiss: I really enjoyed your voice… that’s for sure but I

didn’t enjoy being called a bitch in heat?
Edelweiss: it was alright right now though, but I don’t know, I
didn’t vibe.
Edelweiss: sorry if you’re more of a degrader than praiser
HandSurgeon: I am sorry, I am indeed more used to be a bit
rougher with my partner. I’ll be more careful next time, don’t
hesitate to tell me if you don’t like something I do.
HandSurgeon: This is an exchange, we’re both in to enjoy it
and have fun. And while I usually degrade, I am very much
enjoying telling you how good you are. Even more so seeing
how well you react.
HandSurgeon: You did good telling me your color, very
good.
HandSurgeon: I believe edging was not in your list, but how
did you enjoy it?
Edelweiss: soooo frustrating! And embarrassing to beg
alright? But in a good way I guess… a very good way

Pondering a bit more, I was curious. If we were giving

feedbacks and asking questions, I could give it a go.

Edelweiss: were you annoyed? That I touched myself.

HandSurgeon: Yes. I was. If I had you next to me, I would
have brought you to my bed. I would have had you kneeling in
the center, with that egg still inside you. The had you stripped
down naked and would have looked at you. If you had moved,
I’d strike you down. Simple.
HandSurgeon: You’d be begging in no time, really.
Edelweiss: it does sound kinda interesting though
Edelweiss: I’d definitely be up to it if you’d enjoy it
HandSurgeon: I’m sure you’d take it like very well, adding a
blindfold to the mix would be even better.
HandSurgeon: You wouldn’t know when I’d strike. Jumping
on the bed at the littlest touch. Goosebumps all over that pretty
body of yours.
HandSurgeon: Running the tip of my whip over your skin.
Barely grazing it. Then gripping the back of your neck and
sliding my fingers through your hair. Pulling your head back to
see that needy face of yours.

I wanted to read more of him, see what else he’d do to me. I

wanted to do something again. While my sex was sore, I could
also feel the throbbing coming back and fuck was I ready to
ask him if he had time to do it again. My body must have been
moving on the screen, since I saw the new message from the
dom.

HandSurgeon: Stop fidgeting. There won’t be another session

tonight, doll. I have to finish working, and you…
HandSurgeon: Well, you need to eat something and drink
some water. Go get some food. We can hang up if you want, or
you can leave the camera on. I would not mind the little
motivation of seeing my girl on the screen.
Edelweiss: I won’t stay long, I have classes tomorrow. Lemme
grab some food, I’ll be right there!
Edelweiss: but admit it, you just want to make sure I eat and
drink
HandSurgeon: I do indeed. Now, go.

We then spent around 20 minutes on the call. I stayed with my

camera on, still making sure he could not see my face, and ate
up. He would reply a bit more slowly than during our session,
since he was working, but when he did it was a lot lighter than
usual. We talked of our lives, previous partners, preferences
but it quickly turned to other topics. TV shows we enjoyed or
had in common, hobbies, pets.
I learnt he liked to sketch, mostly people, he never did art
school and never wanted to but loved the human anatomy. He
said he found it fascinating. I felt flattered when he suggested
we find some free time so that he could draw me. I told him
I’d think about it, then we changed topics but kept off the
more personal ones, such as family, school and city. The less
we knew, the better. It was weird, getting to know him after I
had let him do as he pleased with me. But doing so made it
more interesting for some reason.

I did not feel anything much for the man, but I enjoyed his
company a lot. I had no plan of meeting him at all, and if I
ever found someone, I’d probably stop talking to him, which is
something we both agreed on. This was just to get off, this was
simply to both find that pleasure of having the power dynamic
in play. It was interesting, and I never thought I’d be doing this
but here I was, having hung up on a stranger I should call my
dom. Here I was, exhausted after masturbating for him.
Following each of his instruction.

Having had a taste of that side I had never ventured on, I

realized I liked it a lot and I could see myself doing it more
from time to time. Maybe not all the time, but in bed it was so
intriguing.

I surprised myself as I laid under my covers, slowly drifting to

sleep, when a thought crossed my mind, I wonder if Law
would do that… I shook the thought away, but it came back
just as strong, I was curious. He would look at me with the
same look he gave me all night, intrigued and yet clearly
expecting all those reactions of me. Knowing what he was
doing, knowing the effect he had on me. Whatever I’d say, he
wouldn’t be surprised, as if he could read me. He’d ask me
those same questions he did that night, trying to get me riled
up and I would let him. Would I imagine him as that man from
online?
Would I secretly be hoping he would be that good? Would I let
him do as he pleased with me? Was I even going to go on a
date with him? This last question had an answer already, we
both hardly had any free time. I don’t believe we had the same
schedule either, it’d be too hard. But I’d entertain the idea, it
was fun. I was slightly excited if it did happen, after all he was
attractive. And I could use the kind of fun he was suggesting,
considering all the stress we must both be under.

Turning in bed, I pulled my phone from under my pillow and

texted Law.

You: You better be asleep old doc, because I am hitting the

sac. And ignoring your last text at the same time.
Trafalgar Law 😷: Shall I take that as a “no”?
You: Definitely not, but I want to know if your personality is
as hot as your face, first.
You: For scientific purposes
Trafalgar Law 😷: Luckily, I did pretty well in sciences. I’ll
help with your research then.
You: That means I can call you partner? Pardner in research
of a fun time
Trafalgar Law 😷: Partner of fun, if you want. Pardner, no.
You: Dagnabbit, sad cowboy noise.
Trafalgar Law 😷: I think you need sleep, partner.
You: I definitely do, good night pardner. You should sleep too,
you looked fucking tired tonight.
[Trafalgar Law 😷 sent an attachment]
You: it’s pitch black?
Trafalgar Law 😷: Because I’m trying to sleep, and you keep
messaging me.
You: no one’s forcing you to answer 😏 but good night pardner
Trafalgar Law 😷: Good night

I did fall asleep soon after. It was a miracle I managed to keep

the conversation that long considering how tired I was and yet
I was able to exchange, albeit embarrassingly, with the hot
guy. I did not know why I had sent him a message- who am I
kidding I know why I did that. Not only was I in that post-
orgasm daze but also, this little voice in my head kept
considering him as a potential something.

That something was yet to be determined, booty call?

Romantic partner? Sex friend? I did not know yet, the only
way to find out was that date. And perhaps, if it went well
enough, the after-date part. Which I was excited about, maybe
more than the date part.

This time I did not dream of the HandSurgeon, I did however

have a dream about Trafalgar Law. It was not as hot as the one
I had the night before… But it was something…

In that dream, I had called him out of boredom while working

on some stuff, and he had picked up mildly annoyed. But even
though he was annoyed, he kept me on the line while making
his way to his office and closed the door behind him.

Then the mood changed, the ambiance too, the lights got
slightly darker and suddenly I found myself in his office. He
was leaning on his desk, arms crossed across his chest and
seemingly expectant. I saw myself approach him with
determination, I was but a spectator to that whole scene. I
stopped right in front of him and let him grab my hands before
he pulled them behind his back and turned me around so that I
was now the one against the desk.
The view changed and I could see him from up close now, he
was looking down at me with a smug smile. I saw his lips
moving but could not comprehend what he was saying. His
tattooed hand travelled to my neck, gently brushing his thumb
over it before grabbing my jaw gently. He spoke again and
while I did not know what he said, I felt nervous, and slightly
afraid.

I tried to ask him to repeat, and maybe I did but I could not
hear myself. He leaned forward and let his other hand graze
the skin under my shirt before whispering. “Edelweiss… my
sweet and pretty toy. So good for me.” I let my head fall back
in pleasure from his touches but the constant feeling of
confusion and fear only grew. I tried to understand why I was
feeling like that, among the joy I felt upon hearing his word.
Then it clicked.

He doesn’t know about Edelweiss- he’s not that man, he

shouldn’t know.

Now I’m in my bed. Looking at a screen, I can see someone on

that screen, but I can’t see it really. Then I understand who it
is, HandSurgeon, but this time it’s Trafalgar Law. “You want
us to be the same.”

“You wish I was real, you’re so desperate for this to happen

with me, with him, we’re the same to you, Edelweiss. You
should think, wake up, realize that you’re making a mistake,
wake up, we can’t be the same, wake up, you just want it so
bad-“

“Wake up!” I was startled awake by Nami, who was looking at

me angrily, already fully dressed. “Jesus, did last night tire you
that bad?” How could she know what I had done last night?
She wasn’t even home- Trying to come up with anything, I was
too sleepy to be embarrassed, then she spoke and cleared my
mind. “You know, if I had known socializing with Traffy
would tire you that much, I would have brought him over a lot
sooner. Maybe you’d finally catch some real sleep.” She
explained as she kept her gaze on my, probably, sleep-marks
adorned face.

Sighing, she pulled the covers off my form without a second

thoughts when I was unresponsive to her words. “This time
you have more than 5 minutes to get ready but move your ass
or I’ll leave you there. Come on, hurry.” She stopped by the
door and made a compassionate face, “By the way, don’t
worry, he exhausts me too. It’s the smug face and the
condescending attitude that just-“ she made a sounds with her
tongue against her teeth, “it ticks me off, you know?” She was
gone right after.

Looking at the doorway longer than I wanted to, I started

drifting off to sleep when I was startled awake once more. My
phone was ringing, and I was very much aware it was not my
alarm. Stretching my arm to the bed table, I grabbed my phone
and was surprised when I read the screen and saw it was
Trafalgar Law. I picked up in confusion, “What do you want?”
With the sleepiness and the confusion, my tone ended up being
a bit more aggressive than I expected.

“How about you start with good morning?” I heard him

chuckle, he was probably proud of that too. Rolling my eyes, I
let my head fall back on the pillow and spoke again, “Good
morning, do you need something?” I sighed and pulled my
covers back on my form, hearing the blinker of his car in the
background I guessed he was driving and was paying more
attention to the road.

“Good morning, did I perhaps wake you up?” He asked

rhetorically but I could hear the smile on his lips. All I did was
hum in return, still waiting for the reason he called me. “I’m
free this Thursday, how does it sound for those… research?”
He seemed reticent saying it, probably rolling his eyes at how
stupid it sounded. Laughing in my throat in return, it was not
charming but the way he said it made it too funny for my
dazed state. “Too shy to call it a date? I need to check my
schedule; I don’t know if I’m free.” Thinking he’d hang up, I
instead heard him talk to someone before talking to me again.

“Then go ahead and check, I’ll wait.” He unbuckled his

seatbelt and rummaged through something while I checked on
my phone, mumbling. “Can’t you let a girl sleep? Don’t you
have a work to get to?” I opened the calendar but kept
grumbling while doing so, “You’re lucky I’m not hanging up
to go back to sleep.” While checking my schedule, I double
checked if there was a time I could be free on Thursday and
heard Law scoff.

He huffed a laugh, “I think you’d have hung up by now if you

did not want to talk to me, I don’t think it’s luck, but interest.”
Then a sigh as he got a bit more serious, “Just answer the
question, I have to get going.”

Scoffing, I brought the phone back to my ear, “You’re just a

pretty face for now, Doc. Don’t bet on interest just yet. Now,
I’m free around 2 pm that day, if that’s cool with you. But add
like half an hour or so, it gives me time to get back home.”

“Give me the address of your campus, I’ll come and get you
there.” I heard the sound of the car door being slammed closed
in the background, and the rustle of a bag. “I’m not about to
refuse a car ride, it’s a bit odd but thank you!” I quickly sat up,
suddenly feeling excited for my plans on Thursday. “Don’t
expect me to be dressed all chic though, if I have classes in the
morning, it’ll be comfortable and only slightly fashion.” I said
lightly as I made my way to my wardrobe to start getting
dressed for the day.
“Give me a moment.” I heard the phone being moved a bit, a
few muffled voices greeting the man, footsteps echoing on the
ground accompanied by the hubbub of phones ringing,
beeping sounds and people talking. While waiting, I was able
to get dressed and go back to my desk to prepare my stuff.
After a few minutes, I finally heard him. “You were talking
about your clothes, to be honest as long as it’s easy to remove,
we’re good.” He said smoothly, I could hear the smirk, the
smugness in his voice.

I simply looked at the phone with surprise and pleasantness.

That was interesting to say the least, and I was enjoying it.
“You’re not saying anything, I’m assuming you agree. Good,
then I’ll see you on Thursday? Don’t be afraid to send me
pictures if you’re curious about what clothes to wear, I’d
gladly help you pick.” I had to stand my ground, he was too
smooth. Too much, too flirty, too… familiar…?

“Just for that, I’ll wear the most intricate clothes I have. Make
it worth your while, you know?” While his laugh was
beautiful, it was also condescending. I kept having mixt
feelings about the man. “Well, if I am in a hurry, know that I
am very skilled with sharp tools, and I’d have no shame in
tearing your pretty clothes apart.” The sound of the creaking
chair in the background made me think he was probably
leaning back on his chair. A quick thought crossed my mind,
of going up to him and sitting on his lap and seeing what he’d
do, but I shoved that thought away.

Instead, I huffed in response and threw my bag over my

shoulder. I tried to come up with a witty reply, making lame
sounds with my mouth, but I had no matching energy. Even
less this early in the morning. “Alright, sure, you win. I was
not going to wear anything intricate anyway, even I’m too lazy
for that. Casual it is, so don’t go looking all professional on
me, please. I’ll feel off.”
“Put it on my desk, I’ll be there in a few- it’s an important call,
I’m sure he can wait five more minutes… He doesn’t have a
choice, tell him to wait… Intern or not you can tell him to
wait, how else do you expect to be taken seriously? … Well,
tell him I am the one who said that, then, Tony… Right, now
go- And close the door behind.” I felt bad eavesdropping like
that, it wasn’t a conversation I was meant to hear but it did not
seem like any important information had been shared either.
Except the fact that he said this was an important call when it
clearly was not. It sent pride to my chest.

Walking to the kitchen, I made a motion with my index to my

lips to Robin and Nami when they started talking a bit too
loud. I pointed at the phone, then wiggled my fingers before
drawing an invisible circle on the back of my hand. I tried very
hard to make them understand it was Law, but they seemed
confused. Instead, I held my phone between my shoulder and
my ear and spelled Law with both of my hands. This time they
understood, I knew it from the huge grin on their face.

“We got interrupted, sorry about that. If you feel intimated by

a professional look, I guess we’ll have to drop by my place
before going on that date. Do tell me if you’d rather I keep the
medical coat-“ Cutting him off, I needed to set things straight.
“Hey, I never said that was my cup of tea, okay? And I’m not
intimidated, I’m sure you’re rocking the look- “ I never sighed
more loudly than at this very moment when Nami snatched the
phone from my hand, and said, “Alright asshole, time’s up,
you’ve had time to work your charm… no I’m not doing that”

Robin butted in next to the microphone and said, “She’s all

flustered, Traffy, good work!” I went to grab it back from the
ginger’s hands but the stepped back and exchanged a few
words with Law before handing me my phone back with a
bright smile. Bringing it back to my ear, I rushed back to the
corridor to avoid them eavesdropping more than they did in
the kitchen.

“Sorry about them- for your outfit, wear whatever you want. I
truly have no say in what you’re going to wear, plus you’ll
look hot with whatever you pick so, it’s a win-win.” I quickly
said, earning a laugh from the man on the other side. “I’d love
to see your face right now, Robin did say you were flustered.
Guess we’ll have to wait until Thursday.” He hummed, his
tone having some finality to it. I knew it was my cue to hang
up.

“I wasn’t flustered, I- at best embarrassed- no wait that sounds

worst doesn’t it? Anyway, see you on Thursday! Have fun at
work, bye.” I waited until he bid me goodbye before hanging
up. As I put my phone away, I leaned against the wall and
sighed, letting my head hit the wall. “Are you okay?” Robin’s
soft voice reached my ears, she was making her way towards
me with a slight smile. Probably feeling a bit bad for going
along Nami’s childish attitude only moments ago.

Humming, I gave her a nod. But the words that followed were
not matching the actions. “He’s like, very hot. And I really
want to fuck him, right? But he’s also pretty funny, and good
at flirting?”
Squinting her eyes, Robin asked, “Is that a question… or?”
“No, no, it’s facts and it confuses me! I was ready to just, hook
up, but he could be more- I don’t know maybe I’m desperate.”
I simply shrugged, leaving a silence between the black-haired
woman and me.

Looking up at her, she seemed to be thinking. Then she

smiled, she was always the one with good advice but also a
helpless romantic. “It’s a good thing isn’t it? You don’t need to
worry too much, that date of yours will help you see if you’re
really interested in him or not! If not, you’ll have great sex- if
yes, you’ll still have great sex, and another date.” I groaned in
reply, running a hand through my hair before giving her a
short nod.

“Yeah, you’re right. I’ll just- live my life until then, I have
other things to do than think of a man. By the way are you
home tonight?” I asked her as we walked back to the kitchen
where Nami was nowhere to be found, there was simply a
piece of paper with the words ‘bring your ass to the car’.

Chuckling lightly, Robin shook her head. “I have to stay late at

the library. Then Franky agreed to let me stay at his place,
since it’s closer.” We talked a bit as we made our way to the
door, where she wave me goodbye before closing the door
gently behind me.

When I was back in the car, Nami had one of her earbuds on
and was talking more gently than she’d usually talk to
someone. Which means she was talking to Vivi. I did not
interrupt and instead grabbed my phone and saw a message
from HandSurgeon.

HandSurgeon: Are you feeling better? Don’t forget to stay

hydrated, I’ll be a bit busy this week, but I can find time if
you’d like.
Edelweiss: shit, just saw your message! Sorry, crazy morning.
I am definitely sore, but it’s good, I can move so there’s that!
Edelweiss: Also, I might be a bit away from Wednesday to
Friday, I am seeing someone and knowing how our session
leave me pretty sore, I’d rather you know…
Edelweiss: be in good shape
Edelweiss: for a good fun
Edelweiss: a good fuck
This time, I did not have a prompt reply. I put my phone away
and it’s only halfway through my day, while I was working on
something at the library, that I received a reply from him. I’ll
admit, I had been expectant the entire morning for an answer. I
had been deep in textbooks for so long, I was craving for any
sort of interaction, from anyone. Which explained the speed at
which I unlocked my phone to see the text from HandSurgeon,
and even one from Trafalgar Law.

I hesitate for a moment, then opened discord.

HandSurgeon: It’s fine, you are allowed to have a life you

know. Simply tell me if you want to stop this, or not, you
know… if your someone is not the one and you still need a
good fuck.
HandSurgeon: I will also be busy on Thursday, I’ll try to send
you a text if I get some free time.
HandSurgeon: I just finished a long meeting, would you be
up for a fun game?

I stared at his messages, feeling a bit excited suddenly. But

knowing myself, I would say yes, so I had to answer to Law
first before spending my time sexting the stranger.

Trafalgar Law 😷: I’m sorry we had to cut our conversation

short, how was class? I have a bit of free time, if you’d like to
talk about our research meeting.
You: That’s actually pretty cute, thought you were just a horny
piece of meat but damn, you surprise me.
You: I am still on campus, drowning in work. I’d love to talk,
but I need to focus, text me later?

Going back on discord, I felt strange. I wanted to say yes, to

play his game, but it felt wrong for some reason. I was double
texting and it felt like I was cheating on a man I was not even
dating. I ignored the thought and typed back.

Edelweiss: I kinda wanna know, but also really need to get

back to work. So, I’ll have to decline.
Edelweiss: But I’m curious, what was the game?
HandSurgeon: It’s quite alright, I was going to suggest you’d
take a pretty picture for me no matter who was around. But
you are busy, so I’ll leave you be. Focus on your work. I’ll talk
to you later.
HandSurgeon: But for ‘emotional support’, I’ll give you this:
HandSurgeon : [sent an attachment]

I snorted at his words, and smiled when he sent me a picture of

his gloved hand gripping the wheel of his car tightly. I did
comment on wearing gloves while driving, even though they
were not medical gloves and it had some charm, it was very
movie-like. And suspicious.

After that, I put my phone down and got lost in work. I did not
even see time fly by, what informed me that it was indeed a
few hours later than I thought, was the grumbling of my
stomach. “I think it’s time to call it a day.” I mumbled while
packing everything up. With the books put back where they
belonged and my laptop tucked away, I made my way outside
and was walking through the parking lot when I saw a familiar
mop of hair making its way towards me.

I suddenly felt self-conscious and straightened my back before

meeting his gaze and frowning in confusion. “Are you stalking
me?” I patted my pockets in emphasis, before saying “Did you
put a chip somewhere, or-“ Law shook his head as if I was
being crazy. “Bro, it’s super super sus that you’re at my
campus when I never gave you the address-“
“I asked Robin. I was going to ask Nami but she wouldn’t
have given me anything.” He explained as if it was obvious.

Looking around, I opened my mouth and closes it a few times.

It was a bit awkward. “Why are you here, then?” I asked, still
confused, my eyes squint in suspicion.
“Right- give me a moment.” He turned around and took a few
long strides to get to his car and get something from the
passenger seat before coming back. Even though his steps
were hurried, there was still this elegance to it that I could not
ignore.

“I am very familiar with long hours of studying, so here’s a

drink and some food. I used to skip meals, because I’d get too
much into it. Don’t do that, eat.” While what he said seemed
caring, he was not smiling or anything. But the gesture was so
sweet I couldn’t help but smile.
“It’s very nice of you,” I said, tucking my hair behind my ear
jokingly in faux-shyness before going back to a normal
demeanor. “But I was going home. I was done for the day,
here,” I handed it back to him before trying to find my wallet
in my bag. “Let me, just- how much do I owe you?”

He stopped me from rummaging through my back and ruffled

my hair before handing me the drink and food back. “Nothing,
I was passing by. Now I am sure to not get lost when I’ll come
and get you on Thursday.” He winked, then looked back at his
watch a moment. He seemed to ponder something for a
moment, before looking up at me. “Would you like me to drop
you off at your house? I have a bit of time before going back
to work.” He asked kindly, showing me his keys as if trying to
coo me.

“Maybe you should go eat too? I’ll take the bus, it’s alright.”
Smiling, the man pointed at his car with a certain pride. “Oh
don’t worry, I got myself something too. It could be our first
lunch date, you are so bent on traditions, so why not lunch?”

I felt my cheeks heat up and pushed him playfully, careful not

to spill the drink I had in my hand. “I’m not bent on traditions,
I just barely know you, doc.” I looked to the side and shrugged
before walking past him, “Let’s get lunch.” I said over my
shoulder. I heard the man laugh in the back, then the jingle of
keys.

I tried to open the door but found it locked. I stated the

obvious, “I can’t get in if it’s locked.” I was about to complain
more, when he leaned over his side of the car and grinned.
“Ask politely, and I’ll let you in.” I hated him, but the smile on
my face was a betrayal of how I really felt. He was a little shit,
but it was still fun. Rolling my eyes, I mimicked his action and
rested my arms on the roof of the car, “Could you please
unlock the car, doc?” “Good girl, was it that hard?”

I turned my head towards him so fast I may have pulled a

muscle in my neck, but the way he said it made it a lot more
than just a nickname. He was testing the waters for something,
and I had given him the exact reaction he wanted. “What, do I
call you daddy now?” I said sarcastically while getting inside
the car and buckling my seatbelt while he held everything
before placing them back on my lap.

“Not my thing, but I’m sure we’ll get to that conversation

later.” He smirked as he put something in the glove box before
closing it back and meeting my intense gaze as he leaned back
on his seat. I was observing each and everyone of his action,
feeling out of place in his car. I had met the man last night, but
for some reason he felt familiar. Perhaps it was his aura,
perhaps he was just that reassuring. No, clearly not, he looks
threatening… “Something on your mind? I don’t know if
you’re looking at me like you want kill me or fuck me,”
Extending his hand towards me, he placed his index under my
chin and lifted it, I quickly grabbed his hand like last time to
stop him.

“Maybe both, maybe none-“ With a short smile, he interrupted

me, “Don’t be like that, I’ll ask differently. Are you
uncomfortable? I haven’t done this in a while, so I’m trying to
take it slow…ish.” He admitted. I could see on his face he was
feeling just as sheepish as I was. Clasping my hands on my lap
I chuckled nervously, “I’m good, I was just…. Observing.
You’re doing good, simply put…” I trailed off and met his
gaze with a playful grin, “Ye’re a looker pardner,” I then
tipped my non-existent hat, which made him laugh genuinely.

“You were just in awe?” He asked a bit surprised, hiding his

bashfulness behind a laugh. “Exactly, take the compliment and
don’t mention it again. Now drive, or you’ll get back late at
work.” I huffed, looking at the window with warm cheeks. I
felt a pull at my hand and looked at it confused, “I’d love to,
but you’re still holding my hand.” I quickly let go and threw
his hand back at him, “It was to make sure you weren’t going
to do the whole,” Making a gesture with my hands in the air,
wiggling my fingers, I continued, “Chin thing again.”

Even though he agreed, only giving me a curt nod along with a

“Right.”, I could see the smile on his face as he started the car.
Looking at him from the corner of my eyes, I matched his
smile discretely as I looked back at the road.

The volume of the music wasn’t loud, I could hear the fabric
of his coat as he maneuvered, the blinkers, my own nervous
heartbeat. There was no reason for me to feel so nervous, we
were just going to eat lunch then go our separate way. To try to
calm down, I rummaged through my brain for topics to talk
about, small talks was fun in social events but in one on one, it
was a fucking disaster.
Do you have any pets? Do you like cats? Maybe talk about his
job? How long did he study? Or funny topics, less social, more
creative? Politics is off the table, it’s not that great of a first
date conversation. What’s your favourite colour? What part of
your body to your prefer-

I blurted out a question to try to fill the silence. And fuck did I
regret it, I shouldn’t be allowed to speak when in that state, but
it was too late. “So… what’s your favourite body part?” Wait,
no, fuck, not…
Chapter End Notes

It’s a lot more of cuteness, but ya know… It’s necessary,

for the bonding (not the bondage sike)
Hopefully it wasn’t too boring, awkward enough and
yeah. No sex, I’m sorry my lovelies. Follow me on
Twitter to see my struggles, or desperation…. or horny
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 Chapter 6
Chapter Notes

More bonding time! I feel like it’s necessary, I do

apologize for those who were here for constant porn
though
No warning, but if you feel like I should put one, tell me.
See the end of the chapter for more notes

There was a short silence, I let out a nervous chuckle before

going for random sounds leaving my mouth as I tried to pick
up my dignity off the floor. When I was about to cover up,
Law hummed. “I’d say the neck, but it all depends on the
situation…” He looked at me from the corner of his eyes and
smirked, “Faces are very expressive and help understand what
the person’s thinking about. But, so does the whole body
language.” Drumming his fingers over the wheel, he made a
pondering face and smirked as he continued.

“But the neck, very sensitive. Very fragile, and yet it has one
of the most important roles. Protecting all those nerves, to
send the information to the brain- to let one have access to the
neck is to let yourself be vulnerable…” I listened to him
intently, no knowing if it was hot or slightly threatening but
which ever it was, it made me very aware of my neck and I
had hard time not moving my hand there.

Lightening the mood, he chuckled and asked me what mine

was. “Oh, hm… I never really gave it a thought…” I lied, of
course. I knew very well that the entire human body had so
much appeal, but I also knew my preferences. Still, I was not
going to answer that quickly to him, I had to make it look like
I was giving it a thought. When it seemed appropriate, I
answered, “Probably hands. Just like the body language, it
says a lot about the person.” And it’s fucking hot. “If the
person takes care of them, if they’re more into manual work, if
they have bad habits… scars… The tattoos also…” I trailed
off, biting the inside of my cheek in apprehension of what he’d
say.

With a scoff, I heard him softly ask. “And do tell me, what do
my hands tell you?” I tried to think, but I was simply thinking
they were pretty, and he was hot. So, I gave it a deeper
thought, then opted for more of a flirty approach. I could fix
that weird question, make it worth it, right?

“I can barely see them from here, I’d have to get a closer
look.” While I said it in a flirty manner, I tried to coat it with a
bit of humor, just to give myself a chance to escape.
Chuckling, he did not answer. Instead, he pulled up in my
street before parking and maneuvering now to not do it when
leaving. When we stopped moving, I was going to leave
quickly to not die of embarrassment from his lack of response
but couldn’t with all the food and drinks on my lap. “Are you
in a rush?” He asked with a smug smile as he took his things
from lap after unbuckling his seat belt.

Giving him a side glance, I realized how close his face was
from mine and couldn’t help but glance at his lips before
forcing myself to lean back and open the car door. “Well I am
hungry-“ I swore under by breath when I felt a pull from the
belt when I leaned forward to leave, it was quickly released
after I heard the unclasping. Law had done it for me,
surprising me at the same time. Almost falling forward, I held
onto the car door for a sec before stepping outside.

I could hear his laugh echo when he left the car, and slammed
the door shut, making sure to lock it. “Do you want me to hold
your things while you take your keys-“ He stopped mid-
sentence when he felt my bag nudge his side, “Take them,
they’re in the back pocket. I would have done it myself, but
you’ve bought me quite a lot, so it’s on you.” He made a
confused sound and asked me if I was sure.

“Are you scared you’ll find drugs? Or is it maybe pads and

tampons that’d be the problem?” He was going to reply, but I
continued, “There’s none of that, I think there are biscuits
wrappers at best. And my wallet,” I shrugged before trying to
nod his way, over my shoulder. “Give me your food, I’ll hold
it while you open my bag.”

“Your hands are full-“ He said, but I interrupted him, “My

mouth isn’t, come on give me your stuff.” I closed my mouth
for a second, taking in what I had said before feeling my face
heat up. I shook my head as I sighed, hoping he’d ignore it,
but as he handed me his small bag with probably pastries in it,
he spoke. “I was going to say something,” He started, giving
me his pack that I held between my teeth. It was almost
weightless. “But you’re clearly doing such a good job at
embarrassing yourself, I don’t think it’s necessary.”

With the paper bag still in mouth, I spoke through my teeth,

“Fuck you, you know I didn’t mean it like that.”
He looked over his shoulder and quirked a brow before
replying, “Do I? You’ve been pretty insistent on sharing how
hot you think I am, I can almost imagine how bad you want to
fuck me.” After unlocking the building, he grabbed the paper
bag from my mouth and grinned in a cocky way. It made me
want to slap him across the face, but also take him against the
wall, maybe the latter more than the other one. But I did none
of those and simply huffed.

“I think you’re the one who’s whipped, you did stalk me

through my friends to bring me food.” I said over my shoulder,
stopping in front of the elevator and using my elbow to push
the button.
The man hummed as if considering what I had said, then gave
me a look I couldn’t describe. It seemed intense, but not sultry,
maybe even confused, lost. “As I said, I am familiar with
studying for a long period of time. It’s a boost, moral support.
So, don’t be ungrateful like that, you sound like a brat.” It
seemed I had ticked him off by saying that, I could see it by
the frown decorating his forehead.

But that frown was also accompanied but a delicate blush. I

did not argue back, instead we stepped inside the elevator
silently. Did I keep that silence? No. I could have kept the
drowning, deafening silence that surrounded us, but I did not
want him to feel uncomfortable. That is the reason I gave
myself to talk more.

“You’re right, thank you for the food and the company. How
much do I owe you?”
Looking down at me, his frown dissipated as a small smile
drew itself on his lips. “Do you ever accept gifts without
questioning?” He scoffed before adding I didn’t owe him
anything. I was going to speak up when he did, at the same
time and I let him. “I have a better idea; you know what would
make my day?” I believe it was rhetorical, but as we left the
elevator, I answered jokingly. “Your day has been made since
the moment you saw me.”

He did not lose any time and replied with a smirk, “And yours,
since I called you this morning, but who’s keeping track?”
A loud cackle left my mouth, it wasn’t elegant in any way. I
had not expected him to be funny like that, though maybe he
was just catching me by surprise more than being actually
funny. I wasn’t sure yet, but there was this bubbly feeling my
guts that assured me he was not a bad guy. “I’m not going to
lie, it wasn’t not-enjoyable. But do tell me, what would make
your day?” I asked before gesturing for him to open the door,
telling him which key it was. I held his paper bag between my
teeth once more, as he opened it before he grabbed it from me.

“If you admitted you want to see me in my hospital coat-“

I cut him off once I had put everything on the dining table, and
freed his hands, “At best, a hospital gown to see that ass, but I
am never admitting having a ‘doctor kink’, alright?” With
everything laid on the table, I turned around to look at him and
made a grimace, “Actually I take it back, this is just a nice get
together, I swear I don’t want to see your ass that desperately,
ok? Take a seat, doc.” I blurted out, realizing what I had said
was more something I’d say jokingly. But I meant some of it, I
did want to see him in his full glory.

This time, he did not make any witty comeback. Instead, he

took a good look at me a moment, then grabbed my chin and
turned it a bit before sliding his finger right under my jaw. He
was checking my pulse, then said, “How about you take a deep
breath and relax? You said it yourself, it’s just a nice get
together, I’ll even sit at the opposite of you if I make you that
nervous.” He suggested as he let go of me and pulled up a
chair to sit on.

“No, no, don’t-“ I pulled up the one right next to him, maybe
even scooting it a bit closer to him, our knees touching. My
face was warming up slowly, remembering the interaction that
happened seconds ago. “I’ll be honest, and you guessed it, I’m
slightly nervous but maybe it’s because I’m into you. Not
desperate, but you’re clearly a sight for sore eyes and you’re
funny. You keep me on my toes, it’s fun.”

I did not expect him to react like that, but the man in front of
me seemed to have been flustered for a moment. He tried to
hide it by focusing his gaze on the paper bag in front of him as
he opened it to grab its content. “You make it so easy for me to
make innuendos, but I’ll let you have your wholesome
moment.”

Nudging his knee with mine, I huffed and started checking all
the food he had bought. While doing so, he continued talking,
getting my attention by bumping his foot against mine. “I
think there’s still something you need to tell me,” He started,
earning a panicked look from me while I slowly put the food
down, gulping. “Do I? I mean, fire way,”

Delicately, he leaned on his hand, resting his elbow on the

table, and grinned. “What do my hands tell you about me?” I
never sighed so loudly, hoping he had dropped the topic. But
he seemed keen on knowing that, or maybe simply tease me
for saying I preferred hands. “First things first, you gotta stop
teasing me about the hands- You said neck! And maybe it was
a bit hot, but also threatening, you gave it a thought and a deep
one at that.” When I was done, I placed my hand, palm up, on
the table and made a grabbing motion. “Come on, give me
your hand, let me take a look.”

When he did, I realized how big his hands were but also how
slender his fingers were. I could see it without needing them
so close, but now that I took a good look… The thought of
wearing it as a necklace crossed my mind, I ignored it. I then
started observing his hand, turning it delicately in mine,
brushing my thumb over some spots. “You have a little bump
on your ring finger, so you either write a lot or draw,” I
hummed a moment, “Your nails are probably cut so short for
practicality, since you probably have to wear gloves and
stuff…”

“The tattoos, they confuse me. Maybe you were a bit of a rebel
when you were younger, because clearly they’re not
professional-“ I looked up at him with an apologetic look,
hoping I hadn’t offended him, “But it’s pretty! I’m not
judging, just-“ He huffed a laugh and tried to grab my hand
gently, only for me to keep holding it as if it was the most
precious thing I had seen. “I was indeed very shitty when I
was younger.”

Grinning mischievously, I jabbed, “Because that has changed?

You still seem like a little shit to me,” Then I breathed out with
a smile, “I’m not done though, your hands are slightly
calloused but not a lot, so maybe you go to the gym or one of
your hobby is more manual?” It was a rhetorical question, but
he hummed to tell me to continue. I ate a bit and continued,
“Also they are some very faint tan lines on your fingers…”
Seemingly amazed, a smile drew itself on the corner of my
mouth, “Do you wear rings? I mean, it’s faint, I can barely see
it so maybe I’m wrong-“

“I can’t really wear them when I work, but yes. Sometimes I

do wear them, I believe you also noticed I wore earrings.
Couldn’t get your eyes off those last night, could you?” It was
my cue to let go of his hand and fully face the food in front of
me instead of the beautiful, arrogant, man next to me. It made
him laugh when I groaned and told him to eat in peace.
Showing me his empty paper bag, he said, “I’m done, you’re
the one who’s been distracted, dear.”

“Right, then if you’re done, let me eat.” Glancing his way, he

was staring right back at me with a smug smile, I made it my
sole goal to avoid his gaze but after a moment he spoke up, “If
you’re into me, you’ll have to look at me more than that, you
know.” I almost choked on my food as I turned my head
slowly towards him, “If you’re going to use everything I say,
against me…” I trailed off and smirked, but rapidly
discontinued my idea, “I was going to flirt back and say your
name, you know… because you’ll use it against me and- but!
I’m genuinely too tired for that- You know you’re
exhausting?”
He threw his head back and let out the prettiest laugh I’ve ever
heard, while running his hands through his hair. “You really do
say whatever crosses your mind, it’s endearing.” He grinned
and crossed his arms over the table leaning forward, this time.
It was like he was emphasizing that he was listening intently.
“I’ll stop flirting for today if you’d like, do tell me more about
yourself,” he then said my name in a low tone.

“You start, I’m still eating Law- I thought you cared about my
health and here you are, distracting me.” My tone was falsely
dramatic, yet Law seemed taken aback, if not embarrassed, for
a second. His gaze fleeting to the side before he leaned back
on his chair and crossed his legs. “What would you like to
know?” He grumbled, a hand moving to fidget with his
earring, but since he wasn’t wearing any, he moved it back to
his chest.

“Well… you said you were a little shit when you were younger
so… How does one go from troublemaker to doctor?” I
resumed eating after asking him, there was a clear change in
his attitude. His relaxed demeanor seemed to have suddenly
tensed, but he hid it and huffed a laugh. “I studied. You know
it does require a lot of years to become a doctor-“ he stopped
mid-way through his sentence when he saw the look I was
giving him. A deadpanned look, to tell him to not fuck around,
I knew full well the number of years it took, and that was not
my question.

Sucking his teeth in, he sighed. “It’s not a fun story, but I’ll tell
you about it one day,“ Interrupting him, I apologized, “Sorry,
then how about I go entirely off topic? Here,” Pushing the
paper bags away from me, I smiled at him kindly, “What’s
your favourite book genre? If you read any, that is,” An
almost-shy laugh escaped his lips and just like that he started
talking about a certain comic series he was fan of. I listened
intently as he passionately talked about, I would sometimes
interrupt him to ask a few questions when I’d get confused and
he’d clear things up.

He had the most adorable look on his face the more he talked
about it, almost like it was the first time someone let him rant
about it. After a moment, we started talking about other things
we each liked when we were younger. I learnt that he wanted
to become a doctor since he was very young. He did not
elaborate on the topic much, except that he would always try
to sneak inside his parents’ consultation room to see what was
going on.

It’s only after a few attempts that his dad chose to give him
books to read and focus on, instead of putting all his energy
into trying to break inside the consultation room. That’s when
little Law found his interest in medicine, at least part of it.
There was an untold reason he had yet to share, but I was not
going to prod. “You were pretty determined; I’d even say you
were cute, but you were probably a demon.” Was what I said
to him when he mentioned that short story.

As if on cue, he smirked and started, “I am still pretty

determined, I always get what I want,“ I completely ignored is
start at a flirtatious exchange and said, “Good, then work for
it, I think we were having a very nice conversation here, my
turn to talk about my past ok?” Then I resumed after he said to
go on, and that he was very intrigued on what kind of kid I
was.

I told him the reason why I chose the studies I did, even
mentioned my family, how I was raised and what I wanted to
become when I was a child. Since it was only the first ‘date’ I
had with the man, and maybe I was getting ahead of myself, I
tried to keep off the more serious topics: the ones that needed
more trust before being shared. The conversation still went on
smoothly.
I always liked listening to people’s story, so it felt weird when
this time someone was listening to mine with as much interest
as I did. When he kept asking questions, not nosy ones, or
giving short but nice comments, I’d stutter. I’d feel my pulse
quicken every time but ignored it. After all, he wasn’t going
anything special, he was simply… invested.

“Oh, I forgot the most important question, pardner. Are you

ready?” He nodded, smiling behind the hand on which he was
resting his chin. “It’ll say a lot about who you are, don’t know
if you’re ready to bare yourself like that yet-“ “Just ask the
question, I won’t answer if I don’t want to.”

Placing my hands in front of me in a faux-defensive manner,

perhaps even in a calming manner, I whispered “Easy there,
cowboy” to which, Law rolled his eyes, asking me wordlessly
to go on.

“Right, do you have any pets?”

There was a silence. He moved his hands from his lips to his
cheeks, his eyes riveted on mine, not looking away. “That’s
your one-million-dollar question?” He breathed out, his smile
betraying his annoyance that was but an act. I started arguing
on how having pets, or not, depending on the situation could
say a lot about the person. “We usually have a cat here, but
she’s always away. Or in Robin’s room, we called her
Vagabonde.”

Straightening himself on the chair, he pulled out his phone,

careful not to show me his screen and started scrolling on it,
while talking. “I do have a dog, his name is Bepo. And before
you ask, I know I don’t have that much free time, so I let him
stay with my neighbor who’s basically in love with him.”
When he found the picture he wanted, he showed it to me, and
there it was on the screen, a big white fluffy Samoyed. I
couldn’t help but notice the most adorable smile on his face
before he turned the screen around, he stared at the screen a bit
longer before locking his phone. The man was clearly in love
with his dog, and it was the cutest thing I’d ever seen.

“He’s very energetic, and he sleeps with me. Since my

neighbor has trouble sleeping, she does not mind when I come
get him late. I pay her for it, even though she says she’d do it
for free. What does it say about me?” Right when I was about
to reply, the alarm on his phone went off, it was time for him
to go. He helped me clean everything up in a hurry, then we
made our way to the door.

We both stopped at the entrance, perhaps wanting to say

something more but not knowing what. I took the leap, and
poked his arm, “I think it says that you’re a lot less
intimidating, you like cute things, and I can’t wait for
Thursday. I would also love to meet Bepo, maybe take a nap
with him-“ I grinned widely when he frowned, laughing at his
almost offended reaction, and continued, “and you, since
clearly I won’t be able to separate the both of you.”

He did not reply for a few second, then he smiled. “You’re

right, I do love cute things. I can’t help but try to get them for
myself,” The tension that had disappeared while talking about
our lives, had suddenly return, I could hear my blood pumping
in my ears. Law raised his hand to rest it on my jaw as he
gazed down at me with the faintest smile, I did not know what
to do. This was supposed to be a quick fuck with a pretty boy,
but he clearly had charms and I couldn’t untangle myself from
the effects he had on me.

It’s when his nose brushed against mine that I realized how
close he was, and where this was going. Our lips where
ghosting over one another, I could almost feel his hair,
brushing against my chin. I wanted to pull him close and
finally break the tension that had installed between us. But
when I was about to kiss him, he pulled back just enough so
that our lips couldn’t meet and breathed, “See you on
Thursday then.” Then he pressed a light kiss on my cheek
before turning around and waving at me.

I stood there, stunned. This asshole knew what he was doing,

and he was having too much fun with it. But that moment
made it clear I was not the only one interested, and it was like
a win for me. At least I knew he’d keep is promises of a good
fuck on Thursday, seeing how much he was into me.

Shaking the daydreaming away, I got back inside and waited

until he was downstairs to unlock the door with the intercom.
When I saw his car drive away on the small screen, I let out a
sigh of relief and moved back to my room where I slumped on
my bed, exhausted. “Thursday can’t come any faster.” Rolling
on my back, I grabbed my phone and considered sending a
text to Law. But would I even say? ‘Nice kiss attempt, left me
wanting more’? ‘Damn, you got me horny with just that, can’t
wait to see what them hands do, cowboy’?

Cringing, I opted not to text him. The man was probably busy,
I hardly think doctors only fill in paperwork every day.
Running my hands over my face, I groaned into my palms
before sitting back up. “Sure, he’s hot, but maybe he’s not a
good fuck.” I hummed in agreement with myself, “I did not
have any feedback about his feats, maybe he’s single because
he sucks.” I nodded to myself again, before remembering he
told me he did fuck. A lot. I let myself fall back on the bed,
closing my eyes as I pondered longer.

I did not know where the date would take place, but as I gave
it a deeper thought, I also started thinking more and more of
what we’d do once we’d get to his place. I remembered he said
we’d have to make a detour by his place anyway because he’d
have to get changed… But he seemed like he had plans for us.
Or maybe we’d just…

Arrive at his place, it’d look minimalistic, he clearly was not

one for sentimental stuff. He’d tell me to wait as he’d get
changed in his room, leaving it ajar so that I could catch a
glimpse of his body. He wouldn’t be in scrubs; those were
taken way before leaving the hospital but… I like the idea of
him wearing one anyway, it reminded me of HandSurgeon and
for some reason it got me going.

As he’d take off his shirt, he’d look over his shoulder and
smile smugly at me, before asking if I was enjoying the show. If
I were bold enough, I’d tell him I’d rather join the show to
which he’d grin and tell me to join him. A heated make out
session would ensue, then I’d push him to the bed, straddle his
lap and unbuckle his belt.

“I think we should keep it close by, for later use,” He said,

mentioning the belt, before gripping me tightly under the
thighs and flipping me around so that he was on top. Once
there, he slid his hands from my side to my arms, that he lifted
over my head before leaning over, a toothy grin on his lips.
“You’re not even fighting it, so obedient.” His lithe fingers
wrapped themselves around my wrists caressing them gently,
then he reached behind me towards the bed headboard, and I
heard a metallic sound. Suddenly, I was restrained. Around my
wrists, comfortable, leather handcuffs, tied to the bed
headboard by lengthy chains.

“Belts aren’t the best restraints, but I am prepared…” He

gripped his belt tightly, twisting it in his hands. “It’s however a
great whip,” I was startled when the leather touched my
stomach, my shirt had been removed, somehow, at some point.
Law was now wearing black latex gloves, his sleeves rolled up
while he was still fully dressed. I thought he had taken his shirt
off earlier but… “Don’t start thinking, enjoy it. That’s what
you want, right? To give up control, let yourself get loose,” I
think I nodded.

He let the belt travel all over my body, I was only in my

undergarments. And he was taking his time to make sure to
touch each and every inch of my body. Like a predator
observing its pray, he was walking around the bed at a slow
pace, the leather belt grazing my skin ever so lightly. But it
was enough to make me want more, it was enough to make me
contract my muscles in apprehension when he’d raised the
belt. I did not know if he was going to strike, I don’t know what
mood he was in, but I liked the thrill. “Look at you, all spread
up and ready, quiet…”

His gloved hand was now gripping my chin tightly, forcing me

look up at him. “You’ve been tamed so well, you’re not talking
until told to.” He breathed against my lips. I felt one of his
hand traveled from my chest to between my legs, under my
underwear and slowly, he pressed a finger against my clit.
Then between my lower lips, only teasing my hole. Over and
over again. Surprised, I only gasped and tried to look at him,
but he moved to murmur right next to my ear, “But I think I
want to hear you, loud and clear. Why don’t you be a good
girl, and stop holding back, mmm?” I let out a breath I did not
know I was holding and started panting.

The nerves, the anticipation, the excitement, all of it was let

out through shaky breathing as he’d touch me then-

Startling awake, I heard my phone ring and scrambled to my

senses, trying to find it. I heard a thud at my feet and bent over
to look what it was, only to realize it was my phone. Quickly
grabbing it, I picked it up and put it to my ear. “Yep?”
“So, how was your date with Law?” I heard Robin ask, I could
also hear the grin on her face.

“I don’t know if I should thank you or curse you, Rob. But for
now… it was nice, I liked it… Although it was odd to see him
on my campus at first, still is a bit weird when I think about it
but, you know, it’s the thought that matters, right?”
Giggling, the black-haired woman on the other end of the line
could be heard shooing someone away before answering,
“Well, he did have to fight Nami. She was very much against
the idea, but he said he wanted to make you feel comfortable
for Thursday. So that it’s not a stressful first date, you know?”

So, he did give it a thought, the fact that I was studying only
gave him the opportunity to come by. I wonder what his excuse
would have been if I hadn’t been studying the entire day.
Focusing back on the conversation, I gave Robin more details
of what happened. I considered not telling her about the almost
kiss, but she was clearly in for the gossip. So, I told her, except
I didn’t tell her I wish more would have happened. How I still
wondered what his lips would feel like against mine, and how
I’m curious of how they’d feel against my skin, barely grazing
it, his stubble following each delicate touch. The latter being
something I’d hopefully find out on Thursday.

When everything had been said, and she had told me about her
day, we hung up and I was left with the remnant of my hot
dream.

I stared at nothing for a moment, considering my options. I

could work on some assignments, I could distract myself, or I
could… Open discord and see if HandSurgeon was busy. Not
for something too exhausting, no, but for a little bit of fun.

So, I did.
Edelweiss: fun game to suggest
Edelweiss: no one around me, but still, you get a picture of me
Edelweiss: you don’t have to send anything… although I
wouldn’t mind much
Edelweiss: then, fun times?
Edelweiss: I’m bored and I don’t know… maybe we could do
something

Drumming my fingers on the back of my phone, smacking my

lips a few times. I can’t believe I was growing impatient for
such thing.

Minutes passed, I started bouncing my leg with anticipation,

forcing myself to not send more messages in case he was busy.
I remembered he had said he’d be more busy this week, but I
did not know his schedule, maybe he was free now.

I felt my phone vibrate in my hand and saw a message on

discord. I opened the app excitedly,

HandSurgeon: I have to get going, I’ll be off for a few hours.

Then, odds are that I’ll pass out when I get home, I’m sorry
dear.
HandSurgeon: But, I am not refusing pictures of my girl. If
that’s what you’re suggesting. If you are, I’ll give you a few
instructions on how to take them.
Edelweiss: I am suggesting that yes… I have a mirror…
HandSurgeon: You’ve read my mind. On your knees in front
of it, naked. One with legs spread, the other not. Don’t be shy
and grab your breasts as you do so, feeling yourself as you’re
doing a private photoshoot just for me. Your hand traveling
down, caressing your stomach to stop just between your legs.
HandSurgeon: Your free hand gripping your beautifully
stricken thighs, remembering how much of a disobedient girl
you’ve been last night. How much you’ve learnt since, how
good you’ll be for me.
HandSurgeon: So good you won’t touch yourself until I’m
back and free to take care of you. And if I’m not back before
Wednesday… well then, that someone better fuck you better
than I can make you feel even though I’m not with you.
HandSurgeon: And if you don’t fuck by then, no touching.
HandSurgeon: Be good for me Edelweiss, see you. Let your
creativity run wild.
Edelweiss: Yes sir, see you then.

Closing the app, I saw my reflection in the, now, locked

screen. It’s only then that I realized I was slightly pouting. I
made a weird face and quickly got out of bed then took a good
look at the long mirror next to my desk. “Well, it shows too
much personal shit, I’ll have to move it.” I mumbled before
rolling up my sleeves and using my strength the best I could I
moving it to the side of my bed. The reflective part was facing
my window, so I closed the blinds, and it was neutral enough
to not give any information about me.

“Can’t believe I’m doing this,” I panted, while coming back

from the bathroom with a cleaning spray, “If I’m going to send
proper nudes, I ain’t sending them with a dirty mirror…” I
grumbled, tiring myself already from the wild movements I
did to really get the glass clean. The squeaky sound of the
towel against the glass was all that I could hear, along by long
breathing as I thoroughly scrubbed it.

Once it was done, and I was settled, naked in front of it, I felt a
shiver ran down my spine. Being in this position and being
able to see how I look… I felt utterly exposed, which made
sense considering I was naked. But the idea that I was doing
all of this, just for that stranger, it felt odd. I liked that feeling,
but was I allowed to feel that pride, that joy, from making
myself pretty for a stranger? Was that objectification? Huffing,
I told myself that I didn’t care because I liked feeling god. I
did follow his instructions and took the picture how he had
asked, but then I took some liberties.

I found one of my favourite sexy outfit and put it on, making

sure it highlighted my assets.

Giving myself a once over in the lengthy mirror, I made a

thinking face. Since Law teased me earlier, I could perhaps
tease him back? Show him what he’d get Thursday, what he’d
have to wait for. But then again, was I willing to be the first
one to send a text after the coffee date? And have that first text
to be a daring picture of me?

Licking my lips, I pondered a bit longer. Then thought I could

make it just enough to have him want more. I moved to my
desk and leaned against it, my butt resting on it. I then angled
the phone to show my face where I gave my best flirtatious
smile, the outfit I was wearing showed off my cleavage and
my neck, so I made sure he could see the latter clearly,
knowing he liked it.

Taking the picture, I hesitated upon seeing the final result. The
boldness I got from sending HandSurgeon naked pictures was
starting to fade. I had to act fast if I didn’t want to chicken out,
so I sent it to Law quickly, that way I couldn’t go back. It was
followed by a message.

You: Thursday, right? Not that your opinion matters, but how
does this outfit sound for that research?

I made a face at that text. “I wish I could take it back, it’s so

bad, god it’s so bad.” I looked away and sighed, then looked
back at my phone and sighed louder, and looked away again,
“I’ll just leave it at that, I’ll put the phone down and wait for
an answer. Yeah, yeah…”

Having convinced myself to relax, I managed to not touch my

phone for the rest of the evening. I did spend that evening
working on some stuff, since there was no distraction to steer
me away from actually getting shit done and ended up being
productive.

Since both the men I had started talking to recently were busy,
and my friends away, I had the most boring night.

I had forgotten about the text I had sent by submerging myself

with work, but when all was done and I was alone in my bed
with my thoughts, I remembered and cringed. When I checked
if I had any reply, and saw nothing, I felt a knot form itself in
my stomach but tried to rationalize. ‘It’s ok, it’s alright, he’s
probably still at work, maybe he fell asleep, we’ll see
tomorrow’ Was my last thought before falling asleep.

When I woke up in the morning, the knot only tightened, and I

felt more anxious than ever. Once again, I thought maybe I
shouldn’t have done that.
Chapter End Notes

I- they are stupid, yes. That’s all I have to say. I did take a
bit more time to write this chapter, because I fucking tired
myself for not respecting the plans I had for each chapter
BUT
I’ll go easy on me and just, vibe ya know? I do like
making Law an awkward fucker too, he might want to
fuck but he’s also a comics fan and a big dog lover.
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 Chapter 7
Chapter Summary

Mention of Shibari, except that, the usual awkwardness

Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes

I hated feeling anxious, but there was nothing I could do about

it. The thought of having fucked up with Law never left my
mind. The entire day I was on campus, I had this urge to check
if he had answered, at this point I was ready settle for any type
of reply, not even something flirty.

But as hours went by, there was nothing. I couldn’t even

distract myself with HandSurgeon, since he had warned me, he
would probably be asleep for a while. Those were the cons of
him being an actual surgeon. He probably had a long
operation. But Law… I thought the feeling was mutual, I
thought I’d tease him back from what he did to me before
leaving in a hurry but clearly, I had gotten it wrong. I wanted
to throw up, I felt sick, I had to keep calm and play it cool, but
fuck was it hard.

The little voice in my head never stopped saying I was an

idiot, that I shouldn’t have sent that picture. That even if I was
feeling myself that moment, he clearly hadn’t asked for that,
maybe he even thought this was an unwanted nude? For fuck
sake, I should have asked- I mean, I’m not naked on it or
anything but…

Sighing I placed my elbows on the table and rested my head in

my hands. “This is shit,” I said at first, grumbling to myself. I
tried not to talk too loudly considering I was working at a table
in the hall, and I did not really want to sound crazy. Nor did I
want to disturb the people who were actually working.

Running my hands over my face, I leaned back on my chair

looked at the world upside down, “I ain’t going to feel shit
because of a man, and maybe he’s busy, yeah-“ I almost fell
back when I saw someone walk in front of me, startling me in
the process when they stopped right there. I let out a gasp and
sat back properly on my seat, turning around to look at the
person.

“Fuck Nami, how about you give me a warning next time?

Why are you here, don’t you have classes or something?” She
quirked a brow in reply and pulled up a chair, sitting next to
me, huffing something under her breath but I couldn’t quite
catch it.
“Well looks like I’m here on time, you look like shit,”
Reaching for the textbook in front of me, she closed it, saying
if it was giving me that much trouble, I should take a break.

Grimacing, I looked around a moment before settling my gaze

on hers. “It’s not about that though… I,” She already hated the
man, if I told her about the situation she’d get in her car and
drive all the way to his place to beat him up. But I needed to
talk about it, even though I hated it. “I am currently in
purgatory, either I’ll get a rejection, or I’ll get laid, that’s uh,
that’s what up right now.” I told her with a nervous laugh.

Nami stared at me, her mouth slightly agape, eyes squinted, as

she tried to understand what I meant. “How about, not using
metaphors? I’m kind of hung over and that’s not doing it.” She
stated, leaning on the table, ready to hear more.

“I sent a kind of nude to…” I mumbled his name, and quickly

continued before Nami could say anything, “But I haven’t
gotten any answer yet, I sent it last night- and before that I
think we had a moment you know? But now I am just, so in
my head about it! Like, maybe he thinks that’s too early, or-“

Interrupting me, she slammed a hand on the table, startling me

and the people around us in the process. “I said he was shit, he
is arrogant, he just wants to fuck around-“ She closed her
mouth when I interrupted her in a much lower tone.
“No, no, he’s not, Nams, I’m not here to like- be the love-
struck idiot but he hasn’t done anything bad for now. Did you
listen to me? I just haven’t gotten any answer yet, maybe he’s
busy…”

“Then if we don’t know, I’ll call his sorry ass and ask what the
fuck is up!” With wide eyes, I put a hand on hers, to stop her
from grabbing her phone, but she shooed me away and stood
up, putting the phone to her ear.

Whispering in urgency, I called her name many times to get

her to stop. My face was starting to warm up and I felt like I
was about to die. She smirked at me after a few seconds and
pointed at her phone, then gave me a thumbs up before
walking away, still on the phone.

I stared at her back in frustration, embarrassment and pure

awe. At that very moment, I realize I should have gone to
Robin about it, she was a lot less impulsive. I did not mind
Nami’s… hot-headedness, and her acting like that made sense.
‘If the problem is a lack of reply, then just, ask him straight
up’, yet I couldn’t help but feel like I was bothering her and
the man in question.

I hadn’t realized I had started moving my foot nervously,

while watching her talk to the person on the phone. It did not
stop when she started walking back to me, grinning. “So.” She
said before sitting back. “I called Luffy-“
A loud sigh of relief escaped my lips as I kicked her foot with
mine, “Why did you let me believe it was Law?-“ I was going
to keep berating her but stopped myself, gesturing for her to
continue as I calmed myself down.

“He said Law had a to do uh, some big word for a very
specific kind of surgical procedure- And right now he might
just be dead asleep,” She said, making a face as she tried to
find the word back. Giving up on that, she continued, “But he
has to go by his place in a few, so we’ll know soon enough.
Guess he’s not ignoring you for now, right?”

Giving her a very strained smile, I breathed, “Right… yeah…”

Standing up and packing all my stuff, I glanced at Nami who
was texting rapidly on her phone. As fast as when you’re
having a heated debate, and you had to prove your point.
Nudging her hand with mine, just barely to not have her drop
her phone, I smiled, “Thank you for that though, it’s not what
I’d have done but it does lighten something. I kinda still want
to throw up and-“

“Hey, hey, finish packing your shit and let’s do something else
in the meantime. A girl’s day out, maybe Robin’s free and we
could go get some food, watch something or- really whatever
you want.” I couldn’t help the grin that made its way on my
face, she was always ready to throw hands for us but also
tried, and succeeded most of the time, to cheer us up the best
way she could.

Nodding, I did as she suggested, and we were soon on our way

to distract me from being an idiot. On our way to the city
center, we took Robin who had just finished her shift and was
free for the rest of the day. We summarized the situation to her
in no time, and she was very much on to do whatever we
suggested, saying it’s been too long since we did something
like that.

The rest of the day was pretty eventful and spending time with
them got my mind off things. Along eating at some place, we
usually go to when we’re all free, we also went to the mall
which as cliché as it sounds was enjoyable. We did things that
satisfied all of us, and if some things weren’t the cup of tea of
some, for example going to the bookstore for Nami, we’d still
find a way to have fun. She thought it’d be funny to find all
the books where authors are named “Dick” but soon enough
she found some interesting books that got her attention and it
calmed her.

When we went to all the stores we wanted, maybe even buying

a few things along the way, we left the mall. The sun was
setting, and hunger was back after all the energy spent in the
afternoon, we opted to get some food at a drive-in and get
back home.

Throughout the day, I was tempted to check if I had received

an answer, but at my first attempt, Robin took my phone and
shoved it in her bag. She told me that I should make him want
me, to which Nami said that answering right away would
make me look desperate. Now, I did argue back that it was a
childish way of thinking, but they did not want to hear it and
kept my phone away from me until we were home. I let them;
it couldn’t do me much wrong.

When we were finally home, with food at the table, Robin

handed me back my phone. “I think you made him wait long
enough, here,” Was all she said.

I took it, but placed it face down on the table, “I’m with you
guys, I don’t want to be distracted by a hot man, you know?”
Grabbing my phone from in front of me, Nami huffed with
very little charm, “If you’re not checking, I am!”

Before she could even try to type in my pin code, I snatched it

from her hands, throwing her a dirty look while putting it onto
my lap. “Hey, we’re just as curious as you are, wonder if he
sent one back- he’s a real asshole but he still looks fine.” The
ginger said while taking a bite of her food. Shaking my head, I
ignored her comment but still thought the same as she did.

While I tried to not mention it again, it was still the main topic
of the conversation as we ate. They managed to bring that
same topic to what people said about him, the very few people
they knew who had had a one-night stand with him said he
was very good but always cold with them. They often
described it as a wild night, but he’d often insist on getting
them back to their place right after. I did not know what to say
to that, I wouldn’t mind, nor did I find it odd.

He was right to do so, and he drove them back to their place, I

think it was nice. For some reason I felt a little pinch in my
chest thinking he’d do that with me, but I wouldn’t have much
say in it. Moreover, I am not even sure if I am going to fuck the
guy, yeah, get yourself together, it ain’t much but if you get it,
it’ll be fun!

We spent a bit more time talking, having finished eating for a

while now. When we were done, and tired, we all retreated to
our rooms to sleep, or study for others; As for me, I closed the
door and got changed. I was forcing myself to not check my
phone and take things slow but instead got changed at the
speed of light. I then got into bed and unlocked my phone,
where were messages from Law and HandSurgeon.

Still feeling petty, I decided to answer HandSurgeon first and

opened Discord. I couldn’t help the smile on my face when I
read them, feeling proud.

HandSurgeon: Great pictures to get home to. Probably to get

off to, too.
HandSurgeon: It’d be a lie to say I don’t want to have some
fun with you tonight, have you do exactly as I say while
you’re looking at yourself in that mirror of yours. Realizing
how willing you are to follow my orders.
HandSurgeon: But I think I should give you more credits for
doing exactly as I instructed. I especially love that touch you
added on the last one, I did say fully naked, but I appreciate
the necklace you’ve added.
HandSurgeon: Although a collar would suit you better, for
being so good. So obedient.
HandSurgeon: Maybe you’d enjoy it, but I think you’d rather
I take my time and slowly, gently, tie you up with comfortable
rope.
HandSurgeon: This I know you’d like, the pressure of the
knots being just right, just the perfect amount to get your
blood pumping and have you riled up in no time.
HandSurgeon: You already get off by showing off, so you’d
love to know I’d relish the sight of you with pretty red ropes
all over your body.
HandSurgeon: [sent an attachment]

I made a surprised, yet very satisfied, face at the picture that

followed. In what I believe was his drawer, lied a few neatly
organized bundles of rope. The image was proof enough that
he was not just telling me all this to get me going, but that he
was also into it. That made me grin as I typed back, not
checking the time at which he had sent me those messages.

Edelweiss: Don’t get me worked up, come on, that’s too

promising
Edelweiss: also you’re telling me you have all those ropes at
home? And no one to tie up? Come on, I am sure there are
tons of people who would love to get the chance to be alone
with you and just
Edelweiss: ropes, you know?
Edelweiss: that is if you’re actually good at bondage, or
shibari, that shit is pretty hard to work with and it does need a
lot of
Edelweiss: carefulness
Edelweiss: ignore my lack of words, I am exhausted ok?
Edelweiss: you have to be cautious is what I’m saying

I then closed the app, thinking that at this hour he’d be asleep,
and with a lot of apprehension opened the conversation with
Law. My mouth opened slightly at what was on the screen, I
looked at the picture first, it was a picture of him with smoke
in his face. He looked annoyed, and it was slightly blurry as if
he had moved while the picture was being taken.

It was night and he was leaning against a brick wall, a cup in

hand, the soft light of the revolving door next to him being the
only source of light on the picture; Except for the flash of the
camera, even though it was on the black-haired man managed
to look good. Come to think of it, it was probably morning
more than night, dawn to be precise. And it was purely base on
the time filter that, I only now noticed, was on the picture. It
read 7 am, but seemed to had been sent a lot later than that
time, 3pm precisely.

I looked at the screen, confused, then scrolled up to see the

messages that were before and after the photo.

Trafalgar Law 😷: you’re so hot, like wowi90

Trafalgar Law 😷: speecjless
Trafalgar Law 😷: so ready for tmoorrwoww
Trafalgar Law 😷: I apologize for that, my… friend took my
phone.
Trafalgar Law 😷 : He shouldn’t have seen this, but you are
indeed gorgeous.
Trafalgar Law 😷: Did you ask me what my favourite body
part was, so that you could send me proper unproper photos?
I’ll admit… I do not mind one bit, I’m sure my hand would
look perfect around your throat.
Trafalgar Law 😷: hrjà3ç(‘
Trafalgar Law 😷: He acts all cool but he gasped, I swear
Trafalgar Law 😷: He’s not gonna sent shit today, he’s tired
and looks like shit but here have this
Trafalgar Law 😷: [sent an attachment]
Trafalgar Law 😷: took it last night, he’s mad at me on it
Trafalgar Law 😷: but he said you liked doctor stuff and he’s
wearing his scrubs and nice crocs
Trafalgar Law 😷: I am a doctor too, if you’re interested 😏
Trafalgar Law 😷: [sent an attachment]

I laughed at the photo that followed, it was a close up of a guy

with a cigarette in mouth. He wore red lipstick and had fluffy
blond hair. He was grinning widely, making a peace sign with
the hand that wasn’t holding the phone. So that was the kind of
people Law hung out with? He seemed like the exact opposite
of him, there were still more messages to check, so I did.

Trafalgar Law 😷: Ignore him, I’ll lock my phone while he’s

still here. Send me a message when you’re free, I’m not
sending anything else until he’s left my place.
Trafalgar Law 😷: Don’t forget to eat, call me when you’re
free.
That was the last message he had sent. I felt bad for only
seeing everything now, he must have been waiting for my call
for a while. It was pretty late, I shouldn’t call him, maybe text
him to see if he’s awake? I had now completely forgotten that
anxious episode I had throughout the day and felt more excited
than anything for tomorrow.

You: That was a wild ride, you did look cute on that picture.
Your friend too, but don’t tell him, I prefer tattooed men
You: It’s alright if he saw, it wasn’t a nude or anything…
You: At least not yet pardner, not yet

I stopped writing when I saw he was writing, deleting the

messages I had started.

Trafalgar Law 😷: Can I call you?

My answer was to call him, I did not think twice. I was in the
dark, under my covers, exhausted from the day, and I acted
impulsively. He did not waste time and picked up quickly,

“That was fast, are you that bored or that desperate?”

Laughing, I huffed loud enough so he’d hear, “How about we
start with a good evening?” it made him laugh as I heard him
move, it was followed by the sound of something hitting the
ground a few times before a grunt escaped Law’s lips.
“Here, come, that’s it boy, good, sleep. Good evening, I think
we need to talk about something,” he started, the feeling in my
stomach turning from excitement to panic. I had guessed the
first words weren’t addressed to me and didn’t comment on it.
“Ominous much? But go ahead… And give Bepo a good pet
from me, please.” I told him slightly hoping he wouldn’t hear
how stressed I had now become.

“Just to be clear, I did not ignore you, I passed out. I don’t

want you to think I’m a bastard or something like that, I had a
very long night. They always end up with a huge night rest, I
think this surgery lasted 10 hours-“ He cut himself off,
mumbling it wasn’t important and whispering to his dog that I
was sending him some cuddles.

I turned on the side and thought about it for a moment, “I

didn’t think you were a bastard, I was nervous for no reason. I
did regret sending the picture at first, but you enjoyed it so it’s
cool, cool, cool… Nami shouldn’t have called Luffy for so
little, but she did uh..” There was a short silence, I could hear
Law’s breath on the other end of the line, he must have been
thinking of a topic to talk about too.

“If you want, you can talk about your day. I’d love to hear it-
if you can, I think you swore an oath or something so I don’t
know if you can- or if you want, I’m not pressuring you, but
don’t force yourself to not talk about your work. I’m all ears,”
I said quickly, mumbling at the end that I might fall asleep
though.

Chuckling tiredly, the phone rubbed against some fabric and I

heard Law’s voice a lot lower and less clearly. “I think I’ll go
to sleep, as much as I want to talk about that beautiful picture
you sent… of how tempting it looks, how tempting it would be
to slowly caress your exposed neck and to kiss it softly, making
it sensitive just from my touch, leaving hickey on the way for
the world to see- god I’m sure you’d make the most beautiful
sounds-“

I laughed nervously, not letting him finish as I spoke up, “That

is for you to find out tomorrow… if you can get them out of
me, that is. You’re clearly a goner, do you hear yourself?
Fantasizing about me like that, you’re lucky this isn’t a
competition, or you’d have lost.” I said jokingly, but it made
Law react a lot more than I thought it would. I think he sat up,
that’s all I could think of from the sound I heard.

“You do realize that all I have to do is bring you to your-“ He

cleared his throat before continuing, a lot calmer than a second
ago when he was speaking as if I had stepped on his pride. “I
am not going to argue, because we both know the moment
we’re alone at my place, you won’t be able to hold back. I did
promise a good fuck, I intend on keeping that promise, don’t
worry about it,” I could hear the smug smile behind the screen,
it made me roll my eyes. Yes, I was alone, and there was no
one to see this reaction, but it was necessary.

“The more you talk about it, the higher the expectations get,
careful there partner.” I replied teasingly, it actually earned me
a sincere laugh from Law who I assumed had now laid back
on his bed from the shuffle I heard again. It was followed by a
grunt, and a muffled ‘Soon, can I at least say good night to
her? Jealous boy, come on sleep.’ There was a weak whine
then a huffed laugh before I could finally hear him clearly.

“I’ll make it worth it, don’t worry. I have plans for tomorrow,
would knowing what’s going to happen tomorrow ease your
stress or should I keep it a surprise?” I was surprised by how
kind he sounded, he seemed to genuinely care about how I felt,
so I told him surprises were cool, but I’d like to know what the
plans for tomorrow were. At least I knew what to expect.

“In this order, I’ll come get you, we’ll go by my place because
you’re intimidated by my outfit-“ I cut him off, hissing through
the phone playfully.
“Oh fuck off, I did not say that, you can dress in a military
uniform for all I care, it wouldn’t do anything because I know
you sleep with your dog, you’re not scary,”
A short chuckle reached my ears, “So it’s a uniform kink, not
just a doctor one. Duly noted, well after that we’ll go the
center and get some food at a place, I know has a large variety
of things. I didn’t know if you had a special diet or restrictions,
so I thought…”

He trailed off, as if unsure of his choice, “It’s very sweet of

you, thank you for that but fuck you at the same time for the
uniform part, you know?”
It made him laugh loudly, then he continued, “Depending on
how late we finish, I think we could either go see a movie or
go straight to my place, it’ll also depend on how riled up
you’ll be by then-“

This time I was the one who laughed loudly, and suddenly.
“You’re unbelievable! Your plan is to get me- you know we
could just meet at your place and fuck then be done with it.” I
said that, but I liked what he was doing. It was very appealing
to have someone this assertive, or perhaps was it arrogance? I
couldn’t know if it was all show until I had a proof of what he
was capable. I was aware of his… silver tongue, but then
again, the first time it happened, my situation was different.

The first time I talked to him, my state of mind was a lot more
biased than it was now. I was, for lack of better words, horny
to no extent which may have had a play in the effects his
words had on me. “Where’s the fun in that? I think I’ll have
you begging first, then I’ll fuck you, isn’t it more entertaining
like that?”
“And they say romance is dead, here thought you wanted to
spend quality time with me because you appreciated my
personality,” I said in a fake dramatic tone, laced with
sleepiness. I wanted to keep talking to him, but I was slowly
falling asleep, and we must have both realized at the same
time, how sleepy we were.
“You should rest, so should I. I’ll pick you up tomorrow at
2pm, and if I can be honest…” he trailed off once more, his
speech a lot slower and less clear than all the times he talked
to me. Or perhaps my own brain was slowing it down, because
I was falling asleep too. “I’ll probably be as nervous as you
are, I don’t usually go on dates, I’m new to all this. So, if you
really don’t want to go out to eat, tell me and we’ll change
plans.”

“I’m good with it, as long as I’m the one paying this time,
mmm… yeah because… two times ‘s a lot.” I mumbled,
bringing the covers closer to me, cocooning myself with it. I
think he told me something in return, but my tired mind shut
off, I don’t remember much afterwards but I know I hung up
and I know he talked about Bepo for a moment, but I couldn’t
remember anything else.

Even though I fell asleep quickly, it didn’t last long. I woke up

at some point during the night, only to realize my phone
wasn’t charged when I picked it up for the flashlight to light
my way to the bathroom. When I got back to bed, I checked if
I had any messages on Discord, I had forgotten to check after
my discussion with Law, and was pleasantly surprised to see
not only that he was online but he had answered.

HandSurgeon: Not a fan of the attitude you gave me, do you

think I’d be talking about tying you up if I did not have the
skills to do so?
HandSurgeon: I think you just want to see what I can do, but
if that’s what you want, you’ll have to ask nicely.
HandSurgeon: And when I say nicely, I mean, very nicely to
cover up the underlying sass of your messages.
HandSurgeon: Now, it does require skillfulness, and I do
have to be careful, but do not worry, I know exactly what I’m
doing. Then again, I still think you’d look great with a collar
which would be easier thing to obtain than it’d be for me to tie
you up through a screen.

I smiled at his message, I was not planning on meeting the guy

in real life, but it was nice to talk about it and it gave me
things to dream about. If not, to fantasize about.

Edelweiss: Nooo, there was no brattiness, I swear. I’m sorry if

that’s how you it seemed, I was just so exhausted I spurred the
words out as they came to my mind
Edelweiss: I’m never wearing a collar in public, that might be
your thing but what happens in the bedroom, stays in the
bedroom
Edelweiss: But… I would love to see what you can do, please,
sir.
HandSurgeon: Why are you awake? I think you should be
asleep, not coming here to see if I can entertain your creative
mind.
Edelweiss: I can’t sleep, got plans tomorrow and I’m nervous
but it’ll be alright!

It’s true, I couldn’t go back to sleep now. The buzzing inside

me made sure of it. But it was weird, I felt agitated but also
tired, my mind did not care about how tired my body felt, it
was dead set on keeping me awake.

HandSurgeon: Very well then. First, I would never have you

wear a collar in public. They did not agree to see that, but I
would be more than pleased to be able to pull you closer and
grip your jaw tightly while kissing you. The most the public
would see, would be the hickeys I’d have left on your neck.
Because those are the prettiest of necklace, aren’t they?
HandSurgeon: But the collar? All in the comfort of your
bedroom, of course. Now about that shibari, it would take
some time to get it done, but I’ll do some ties on my leg.

I wanted to go back to sleep, to be fully rested for tomorrow,

but I was also curious about what it’d look like. Was he going
to do it over his clothes or was I going to catch a glimpse of
his legs? Once again, I felt like a person from the Victorian
Era, eager to see the smallest part of his skin.

Edelweiss: well if you put it like that… the idea does not
sound half bad, and I could give it a thought as time goes by
Edelweiss: Say, why are you not asleep?
HandSurgeon: Big day tomorrow too, I have things to do. But
I do not mind the distraction, I can text and tie at the same
time, don’t worry.

So, we did, we chatted casually, both answering slowly. Him,

because he was busying tying, and me because my eyelids
were closing longer than just a blink. He vaguely talked about
his long night, the night prior, and how even though he has
most of the day free tomorrow he still had to go there to check
up on patients.

I banished the thought that crossed my mind, it connected to

that stupid heated dreams I had of being fucked on a hospital
bed. I wondered for a sec how it’d be like to have him check
up on me, his slender hands checking my pulse, as he looked
down at me in all seriousness. I hadn’t realized I was now
imagining Law doing that, I shook the thought away. This was
not good, I couldn’t mix them up, nor could I keep fetishizing
the poor man’s job.

Sighing, I closed my eyes once more, only peeking with one

eye open at the screen.
HandSurgeon: [sent an attachment]
HandSurgeon: I’ll admit, doing this relaxed me a lot, I might
go to sleep, dear. But now you know, I’m not all talk, you
better remember that.
Edelweiss: I want to compliment how good it is, because it is
good, but uh
Edelweiss: I’m respectfully looking at those thighs, only
respectfully because I don’t want to seem horny but like
Edelweiss: Too tired to rant on how fucking hot it actually is,
I’ll give a proper hot feedback tomorrow
HandSurgeon: I’ll take the compliments; However, those
knots will be around your thighs. Don’t you forget it. Now,
sleep well, have fun tomorrow, if not, I’ll be there.
Edelweiss: good night! Sweet dreams

This time I fell asleep until morning, it wasn’t a restful night.

While I did not wake up through the night after that little
interlude of texting HandSurgeon, I was still very excited for
today. I hardly had any free time, and hardly went on dates
either. Both of them together put this entire situation out of my
comfort zone, but it was thrilling. I knew it was going to be
enjoyable, up until now I never had any problem with Law,
why would it start now? Right?

As I got dressed to get to class, I made sure to not make it too

much nor not enough. I had to put the minimum effort at least,
but not like I was going to a big fancy party. It was casual. But
make sure it’s easy to remove, because you’re getting laid
today, a little voice echoed in my head. I tilted my head to the
side, turning around quickly to take a good look at my outfit
and changed my shoes to something easier to take off, then left
my room.

Just like every morning, Robin and Nami were ready and
discussing in the kitchen, having already prepared breakfast. I
tried to tell them I felt too nervous to eat, but it didn’t go
through, they sat me down and had me eat as much as I could.
Nami argued it was necessary, since I’d be needing a lot of
energy if planned on, and I quote “getting dicked down good”.

For once, I did not rush out of the apartment and Nami did not
have to threaten me to hurry, it was all going smoothly. We
talked about what were our plans for today, I tried to pry
information about her day out of her, but she insisted I’d tell
her everything. She even asked for addresses, but I told her I
did not know the place, and even if I did, I was not planning
on having a stalker like her by my side. She only huffed in
response before resuming her questioning.

The moment she parked, I rushed out of her car and waved at
her, telling her I’d be sure to call her if anything happened. “I
mean anything bad, but if it’s like…. Good, I sure as hell ain’t
caling, I’ll be enjoying it thoroughly.” I then brought the tip of
my fingers to my lips, making a kissing gesture before
splaying them away, like a chef kiss. She made a grimace, but
then laughed, telling me to be safe and use protection.

That earned us a few looks from the people on the parking lot,
but I ignored it and went on about my day. I didn’t receive any
messages during the day, considering how late I had talked to
HandSurgeon, I had guessed he must have been asleep. As for
Law, we had said what was needed last night too, I knew to
expect him on the parking lot around 2 pm, until then I’d have
to focus on my classes.

Surprisingly I was able to focus, so much that I did not see

time pass. I exchanged a few messages with Law during the
day, one time in the morning, where he made sure I had woken
up, it made me laugh and I replied with a picture of the
auditorium.
Later that day, when I told him I might finish early, he was the
one to reply with a picture of his desk and computer where he
blurred the info. He said he would try his best to be there
earlier, but couldn’t promise anything.

When I did finish earlier, about half an hour earlier, I sent him
a text.

You: Hey, I am done for today, if you’d like I can come by

You: that way you won’t have to make a detour to come and
get me
You: I think your hospital isn’t far from campus, I don’t mind
the walk
Trafalgar Law 😷 : I am almost done, but if you’d like you
can come by. Only if you’re sure it’s safe.
Trafalgar Law 😷: Actually, call me while coming here, I’ll
guide you once you’re there, but you’re not walking alone.
You: It’s not dark, I’ll be fine, I know where the hospital is
haha
Trafalgar Law 😷: [incoming call]

I laughed as I picked up, already on my way to the big

building. “Maybe you should focus on your work instead of
me? Unless you’re that desperate?” I hope he understood my
jab at his words last night. His fake laugh made me understand
he did.
“I can fill in paperwork and be on the phone at the same time,
it’s called being productive. And making sure you’re safe.” His
voice was slightly further away from the microphone than
usual, which meant he was on speaker and busying himself at
the same time.
Not arguing back, I stayed on the phone, only making small
talk to not disturb him. I did mess around, telling him things
like, “Crossing the pedestrian crossing, there’s a baby giving
me weird looks though.” He laughed but didn’t say anything,
so I went “There’s a couple of old people, hopefully they
won’t hit me up, I would hate to turn them down.” It made him
laugh again, this time he answered, “Well, you are into older
men, are you not? Invite them, see what they say,” It made me
snort ungracefully, I did not expect that answer but kept the
conversation going like that until I reached the hospital.

When I did, he did as he said he would and guided me inside. I

was hesitant at first to go in, but he said nothing would
happen, it was a public building after all. Halfway through his
instructions, I met his blond friend and told him, he groaned
and told me to ask him to guide me to his office, which he did
without thinking twice about it.

Law insisted I’d stay on the phone during that time, but his
friend, I later learnt his name was Rosinante, grabbed my
phone and hung up. “I’ll try my best to keep people out of his
office, you do what you want with him- it’s not technically
allowed but, you know, you gotta do what you gotta do.”
I gave him a confused look, he mirrored it, probably not
understanding my confusion.

Squinting my eyes, I started, “We’re going on a date, I… He

just needs to finish some things-“ “OH! I thought you two
were going to…” he brought the tip of his two index fingers
against one another, then winked.
I was about to tell him that, no, this was not part of the plan
right now. Sure, at his place, probably, but not here. Before I
could do so, I saw Law make his way out of a glass door to
reach both Rosinante and I, giving the taller man a deadly
glare.
“Come on, don’t give me that look, I didn’t say anything,
right?” The blond man looked down at me with a huge grin, so
I played along, he hadn’t said much except trying to be a good
wingman and… give Law and I ‘alone time’. “Nah, he was
fine. Unfortunately, none of your dirty secret has been spilled-
dare I say, sadly.” I joked before bidding Rosinante goodbye
and following Law to his office without any other words being
exchanged.

When we were inside his office, he closed the door and

pointed at the seats by the window, telling me I could sit there.
He then made his way to his desk and gave me a look when I
simply stood at the entrance, confused. On my right was the
toilets, if I walked further in, Law’s desk was on the right and
the seats right in front of me, rugs decorating the tiled floor.
“Are you going to take a seat?”

It happened to fast in my mind, I don’t why I did that, I don’t

know why I did not take a seat and waited. Perhaps waiting
that long, just to get a taste at the man, was too much for my
stupid brain. Whatever the reason was, I put my bag down and
walked up to him. Turning around, on his chair, he raised a
brow, a hand still resting on the desk. “What if I want to sit
here,” the confidence I had on my way to him, for those few
seconds, had long since diminished and the words that left my
mouth were said in a lower tone that how it began. I gave him
a look, then down at his lap, before looking up at him again.

I had placed my hand on the desk, to not show how my hands

were shaking from how far out of my comfort zone this was. I
tried hard not to look away, Law was taking longer to answer.
By longer, it was simply a few seconds instead of saying yes
right away, and that made me hesitate.

Then he smiled, he tried to hold back a grin as he leaned back

on his chair. “That’s bold. But then again, I knew you
wouldn’t be able to hold back until then. The first time we met
you already seemed on edge, so,” He patted his lap a few
times, then gently grabbed my hand that was gripping the desk
tightly, I stepped closer and placed both of my legs on either
side of the chair so that my weight wasn’t fully on him but on
my legs too. I kept my eyes on his, the whole time, until I felt
him press his hands on the back of my thighs to have me rest
fully on his lap.

“Don’t be shy, show me how much you want it. You said you
wanted to sit, so sit.” He whispered, a smug smile on his lips.
While his face had turned slightly redder, he wasn’t letting it
show that he was embarrassed, if he even was. “Are you going
to keep staring, or are you going to make it fun?” The
moments those words left his lips, I cradled his face in my
hands and kissed him with greed. He smiled into the kiss,
before gripping my waist strongly and pulling me closer to
him. I let my hands move to the back of his neck, gripping a
fistful of his hair.

He groaned out loud, breaking the kiss to give me a hungry

look, I looked down at him, mirroring his proud smirk. “Does
this mean we skip dinner and go straight to my place?” he
breathed against my lips, leaving kisses from my jaw to my
neck, where he stayed a bit longer. I felt his warm tongue
touch my skin and couldn’t help but laugh, thinking that he did
not waste time to attack my neck. He stopped, humming
curiously. “I am definitely up to go straight to your place, but I
also want a taste of what I’m going to get once there…” I said
next to his ear, grazing my teeth against it as my hands slid to
his pants to untuck his shirt.

Chuckling, he stopped moving and leaned back, his hands on

my thighs as he looked at me struggling to unbutton his shirt.
“You’re so eager, and to think you thought you’d be able to
stay with me an entire day without wanting to fuck me.” He
grinned, his nails digging inside my clothes as he trailed them
to my ass and grabbed it, pulling me closer. When I finally
managed to open his shirt, I looked up at him and we both
understood what was happening and suddenly stopped
everything.

I couldn’t believe this was happening to me.

Chapter End Notes

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 Chapter 8
Chapter Summary

Warning : Oral sex - Making out - Kind of exhibitionism

- Second-hand embarrassment

Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes

Halfway through my action, I had to stop. Still on Law’s lap, I

looked at him to make sure this was happening. Nodding, he
helped me off his lap, tucking his undershirt and shirt back in
his pants and putting his belt back on. Part of me was
disappointed to only have been able to slide my hands under
his shirt and nothing more, but I was a grown woman, and I
was not going to be childish about it and pout.

As a grown woman, I was also ready to admit I got a little

caught up in the moment, I shouldn’t have rushed it, I was not
sure I regretted it fully, but I had this feeling in the pit of my
stomach, of slight shame. Turning around, I threw a quick
glance to the man who had stepped inside the room in a hurry
before looking around. I had seen the huge smile on his face
when he looked at Law, then at me, but I was not going to say
anything about it. The lesser was said, the lesser I had to be
embarrassed about it.

“There’s a meeting, apparently they need the approval of the

staff for something, and we have to be there, they said it can’t
wait.” Have to, being the key word here. Dusting myself off, I
tried to get the wrinkles off my clothes, I hadn’t realized his
hands had slid under my shirt at some point but saw how it
was slightly risen. “I’ll be there in five minutes.” Law sighed
in exasperation, closing his laptop and standing up from his
chair, a look of annoyance on his face.
Before the blond man could leave, Law called him, “Cora- get
that stupid smile off your face.” He said it in a somewhat
threatening way, but I could see the small smile on his lips.
Rosinante’s smile only broadened. “Oh no, I’m going to be
talking about this for a long time,” He paused in his steps and
pointed at the both of us, “This? Amazing, go get some,” he
almost tripped on his way out, catching himself before
anything regrettable could happen.

When we heard the mute sound of the glass door closing, I

moved to grab my bag from the floor but was stopped by a
hand holding my forearm. “This wasn’t supposed to happen-“
Law started,
“I know, I know, I just- you looked very attractive like that and
I couldn’t help, I’m sorry-“ I was interrupted by the short
laugh that escaped his lips while he let go of my arm.
“I mean, the interruption.” He stated, making me open my
mouth in understanding as a stupid smile made its way to my
lips.

“Oh, right, right… That, yeah, I still got a bit out of hand
though…“ I said hesitantly, tightening my grip on the strap of
my bag. Law grinned, charmingly if I may say so, and leaned
on his desk, arms crossed. “And I did not mind. I was going to
stop you at some point, this is my workplace after all,” He
seemed to be pondering for a moment, running a hand through
his hair. “I don’t know when I’ll be done, so you have two
options. First one is, you stay here, you behave, and you wait
until I’m done,” I widened my eyes at how he worded it,
feeling a certain thrill from it. “I could still order some food, if
you choose option one, since we don’t have time to go out,”

I was still hung up on the way the word ‘behave’ rolled of his
tongue, I hated myself for liking it this much and tried to get
myself back on track as he talked about the second choice.
“Second one might still involve some waiting, since it’d be
you call Nami and see if she can come pick you up,” I was
about to tell him I could just walk back to campus and take the
next bus, but he told me there’s no way he’d let me walk out of
here without being able to make sure I’m safe.

Then he scoffed, “That’s a lie, you’re a grown woman, you

could do just that: walk out and get back home. But, maybe I
am trying to have you pick option one. I don’t like to leave a
work unfinished,” his eyes traveled up and down my body,
Law did not even try to hide his leering. Looking down at his
desk where his beeper was, he checked it before hanging it at
his waist. He pushed himself off the desk and made his way up
to me, gently grabbing my chin to make me look up at him.

“What do you say?” As usual, I pushed his hand away from

my chin, before doing as he did and grabbing his and have him
look at me. “As much as I’d love to stay here, I feel like it’s
not legal because there is all your paperwork and shit, and you
don’t know what I could do with all that info,” Letting go of
him, I shrugged, leaning against the wall, I didn’t say anything
more. Perhaps waiting for him to say I was right, I should go,
but I think I was more tempted in him telling me that it didn’t
matter.

“You’re right,” He hummed before turning around and moving

to his desk, I watch him as he cleaned everything up quickly.
Putting them in the adequate files before closing his desk
drawer and locking it up, making sure his storage cabinets
were also locked. “Now, you’re good. As long as you’re
behaved, there won’t be any problem. I’m taking a chance
here, by letting you stay. Show me I wasn’t wrong leaving you
here, if you change your mind and go, send me a text.” He
gestured to the seats by the window, with the low table in front
of them.
I shuffled to the spot, “Oh no, I had planned on being nosy and
rummaging through your stuff, what a shame you locked
everything,” I said sarcastically while pulling my laptop out of
my bag, along my headset. I heard Law laugh lowly before
telling me to have fun, I called out his name quickly once he
was by the door, “I’m holding onto that promise of takeout,
don’t let me starve doc!” I grinned and gave him a thumbs up,
he shook his head in response, a small smile adorning his
features.

Once he was out, and I was sure he wasn’t anywhere nearby, I

let out a relived sigh and took my phone out to call Nami and
tell her everything. While I was acting kind of composed until
he had left, I was still feeling warm from being caught making
out with him, by his colleague, nonetheless. If it had been
Luffy or Nami, I wouldn’t have cared as much, but his
colleague? And what was up with me being that desperate?
Was I really that into his white coat? Or was it the contrast of
his job with how he looked?

Maybe that waiting had me more riled up than I thought. I felt

a pull to the man, that I couldn’t explain, perhaps it was his
charisma? All he did was flirt with you, bring you food, and be
hot, I thought, but then again, what more could I ask for, for a
simple one-night stand…. That, sure, was taking too long to
happen. While I did say he was whipped, I think I was trying
to convince myself. But then again, he did not say he wasn’t,
and he cared a lot- before I could overthink any more than I
already did, Nami picked up.

“Did he fuck up? Do you need me to pick you up? I’m done, I
can come-“ I had to interrupt her, I was expecting her to be
ready to throw hands but I couldn’t help but laugh at how
ready she was for it. Reassuring her, I told her that nothing bad
had happened, it calmed her only slightly. She huffed, then I
heard the jingle of keys being dropped on a wooden surface.
“You were genuinely about to drive all the way here?” I asked
with a huge smile on my face as I plugged in my headset.

“Well yes, I know where he lives, he should be afraid of the

power I have with that information by the way,” Laughing, I
informed her I wasn’t actually at his place right now but, she
asked me if I was still downtown, and I felt a bit shy for a
second when I told her I was at the hospital. I did not realize
how it sounded when she asked me what had happened.
Confused for a moment, I asked her what she meant by that
question, then the penny dropped. “Oh god no, no, nothing bad
happened! I had finished my classes earlier, so I came by his
work to wait. Turns out, I’ll have to wait a bit longer,” I told
her.

When she mumbled in understanding, I continued and slowly

brought the topic of what had happened earlier. Her reaction
was mixt, she seemed thrilled that it was going well, but still
was not fond of the man, her excitement won when she asked
me if he was a good kisser. “Nams, I think the important info
to remember is that we got interrupted-“ she clicked her
tongue against her teeth, saying it wasn’t important, “You’re
still there, right? You’ll get railed, don’t worry, the interruption
only adds some action to all of this!” She said enthusiastically.

Rolling my eyes, I scoffed jokingly, “Well, I don’t want action,

I want to fuck and maybe see if I like him, I don’t need drama.
Just, casual sex,” Nami told me to shut up that I was just
spurring bullshit, “Casual, casual, what you’re doing is
everything but casual babe. You’d have to be blind to not see
there’s something between the two of you. And it’s weird,
right? Because you’ve known each other for…” She started
counting under her breath before saying, “Not long,”
Chuckling at that, I hummed thoughtfully.
“You’re right, it’s rushed, should I just come back and tell him
we should take things slow?” I asked, a bit lost, I don’t know
why it was happening so fast. I appreciated him, I knew things
about him, yet I felt like there was an invisible wall separating
us. I did not mind, after all we started all this just to have sex,
maybe that wall was a blessing, and it’ll help me not get
caught up in… whatever this was.

“Oh no girl, you’re getting laid, and only once you’ve gotten
laid will I be accepting you back in the apartment!” In the
back I heard Robin say that it didn’t work like that, that if I
came knocking during the night while Nami was asleep, she’d
let me in. Nami tried to argue back, it was all in good fun and
in the end, I know that my ginger friend did not mind letting
me back in if things didn’t go as planned.

We kept talking a bit longer, she hyped me to keep doing what

I was doing. One of her arguments being that he had money
and he was always going to pay the food, which was only an
added bonus to how attractive he was. I deviated the
conversation to her and Vivi, which made her softer and
cooled her curiosity about my situation.

After a while, we hang up and I focused on my work. I had to

use the hospital’s guest wi-fi, which was a bit too slow and
limited my use for my research, but I managed to do things
anyway. Feeling out of place in this room, I tried my best to
not spread my stuff around. I had my bag closed right next to
me, with a book opened on the low table and my laptop on my
lap. I felt too aware of each of my action, thinking that anyone
could come in the room and kick me out, or just give me a
weird look when they’d see that Law wasn’t here.

I kept my back as straight as possible; it was hard because

every now and then, I’d want to sit in a more comfortable
position; There were no pillows to support my back, and the
seat was pretty uncomfortable, it took all the restraint in the
world for me to not sit tailor-style and finally be comfortable.
Time went by without me being aware of it, it’s only when I
was startled by a light being turned on above my head that I
noticed it was pitch dark outside.

Sliding the headset off my head, having it now resting around

my neck, I turned my head towards the door and let out a short
breath in surprise. With a small smile, I thanked Law as he
stepped inside his office, “You shouldn’t work in the dark,
you’ll fuck your eyes up like that.” He said with a smile as he
shrugged off his coat and hung it on the hook by the door
before rolling his sleeves up. I had to force myself to look
away, fixing my gaze back on my screen.

“I hadn’t realized it was this late,” Putting a hand on my

stomach, I made a pondering face, “Although it explains why
my stomach’s empty, I did eat a few snacks while working but
it’s clearly not enough,” I said out loud as I saved my file and
turned off my computer, putting it back in my bag, carefully
placing it so that nothing would hit it too roughly. Scoffing, I
saw Law grab something from his desk before going to the
bathroom and coming out of it with his earrings dangling from
his lobes.

Pursing my lips, I tried not to laugh but he saw it and asked me

what was wrong with me. “Nothing it’s just,” understanding he
was getting ready to go, I stood up and threw my bag over my
shoulder, “It’s cute how, even though we’re going back to your
place, you’re putting on your earrings. It’s just- the trip there
isn’t that long, no one is going to see it,” Quirking a brow, he
didn’t answer right away and first put on his black coat. He
shoved his hands in his pockets to check for the keys and
wallet, his eyes never leaving mine.
“It’s not for the people that I’m wearing them, I just like the
earrings. They were a gift, it feels off when I’m not wearing
them, is that a good answer?” He said with a strained smile, I
felt my cheeks warm up. I felt stupid for assuming anything
and felt slightly bad for having had him tell me the story
behind it, sure it wasn’t much, but I could have kept my mouth
shut and he wouldn’t have given me that… awkward smile. “I
didn’t mean to pry, but it suits you, that’s for sure.” I said with
a nudge, lifting up the mood. I wasn’t sure it had even gone
sour, but I made sure we were on the same page.

Opening the door of his office, Law grabbed the cap from the
coat-hanger, he was only going to put it on once he was
outside. “Well, you are biased, but I’ll take the compliment,”
He grinned, gesturing me with his head to go to the elevator.
Following him, I scoffed, “How am I biased? Visually, it looks
good, you know? With some perspective and all that,” Pulling
me towards him when I was about to bump into someone, he
kept me close by when we were in the elevator.

We were stacked inside such a tight space it felt stuffed. I

shoved my free hand in my pocket and put on a fake smile
when my eyes could meet those of the other people in the
elevator. I tensed when I felt Law’s breath behind my ear, he
was standing right behind me and was keeping me close, a
hand on my hip. “Biased because you find me attractive,” I
shook my head, and looked at him over my shoulder,
whispering back, “I do, you are handsome, that doesn’t mean
the earrings don’t suit you. It only makes you look even more
cute,” I felt bolder from not facing him straight on, but I could
still see the slight blush on his cheeks.

He leaned back, his back hitting the wall of the elevator, his
hand on my hip only tightened I didn’t say anything, but found
it entertaining to know he reacted as such when given genuine
compliments. “Doctor Law! I didn’t know you had a
girlfriend- oh and what a cute couple you two are, you know, I
was talking about it with my husband earlier that we never saw
you with anyone by your side, he’ll be glad to know you’re not
as hopeless as he thought you were! He was dead set on
setting you up with his friend’s grand-daughter-“ The old man
that had started a one-sided conversation with Law got
interrupted by the nurse next to him who gave us a short smile.

She told him that he shouldn’t bother Law since clearly he had
finished his shift and was on his way to leave; Law laughed
politely, “You can tell Eliott that I’m fine, he shouldn’t worry
about me. I can only hope to be as lucky as you are to be with
him,” He said, that same polite smile adorning his features.

The old man gave me a look, almost asking me to speak, so I

threaded carefully. When I saw the door open, I slid my hand
inside Law’s and grinned at the old man in the wheelchair,
“Well, we have to get going, any time I spend with this guy is
gold- yup, and I’m, a gold digger?” I kept the weird face I
wanted to make, to myself and instead followed Law’s
footsteps out of the elevator, bidding goodbye to the confused
old man.

When we were out, we made our way in silence to the car,

Law let go of me and looked at me confused, “What did that
even mean?” His voice wasn’t angry, nor was it happy, I didn’t
know what he was thinking. He had the faintest frown on his
face, which gave me the impression that he was mad but did
not let it get to me.

“I don’t know, I panicked! I’m bad at improvising, I wanted to

be all poetic you know? Like, you have little free time, so it’s
rare, like gold and- it came out so, so bad, I am truly sorry
about that.” I confessed while struggling to put on my seatbelt.
My hands were shaking from the feeling of being put on the
spot when the old man had talked to us. It felt like stage fright,
but there was no show, and I was no actress. Perhaps I could
try my best to be one, and act like I did not care of what the
man had said but there was pride swelling inside me as I
recalled he had said we made a great couple.

The black-haired man stared at me for a moment before

bursting out laughing, he helped me with my seatbelt, leaning
in close, “Well, you’ve embarrassed yourself by saying you’re
a gold digger. At least I know what Mr. Coldwater will be
talking about with his husband for the next few days.” When
my seatbelt was fastened, Law did not lean back on his seat.
Instead, he looked at me a little longer, his eyes darting to my
lips before smirking.

I thought he was going to pull away like he did when he had

coffee together and was surprised when he placed a hand on
my cheek and brought my lips to his. I don’t think either of us
cared that this was getting hot so fast, it was slow and deep
kisses, his hand that previously was holding the wheel tightly,
moved to cradle my face closer. At this moment I realized how
touch starved we both were, craving that intimacy we hadn’t
had in too long. I pulled him closer by his tie only to be tutted
in a reprimanding way as he broke the kiss.

“You really want to take my clothes off, I’m getting worried

you only want me for the sex,” he said jokingly, removing my
hand from his tie and straightening it back in place as he
fastened his seatbelt, giving me a side glance. “No, you’re
right, I am also using you for the free food, I should have
made that clearer,” I matched his attitude, giving him my best
smirk, which only made him roll his eyes as he started the car.

“You are truly living that gold digger life, or is it more the
sugar baby life? I can hardly tell the difference,” A strained
laugh escaped my lips when I heard his words, looking at him,
astonished, there was still the beginning of a smile on my face.
“Hey, come on, you’re the one offering and I never refuse
great offers. I’m quite the opportunist, doc,” Humming, I felt
my body flush with warmth and opened the window to get
some fresh air. I looked outside, watching the flash colors of
the city passing by as we drove on the highway. I was about to
get lost in my thoughts when Law spoke loudly, so that I could
hear above the sound of the wind.

I faced him when he started talking, “Then I shall find an offer

you can’t refuse, how about,” he trailed off, making me think
he was pondering what to say next but from the smug smile on
his face, he knew already what he wanted to say. “I get to
enjoy some too, you’ve been enjoying free food for a while
now, it’s only fair I get a taste,” His eyes left the road for half a
second, looking at me up and down. My brows furrowed as I
tried to understand what he meant; I was coming to a
conclusion but the silence from my side must have been too
long when he explained himself.

“You’re the food, and I want to eat you out.”

An audible “Ah,” left my mouth, I stared at him for a moment,
the radio playing at a very low volume was all we could hear
along the loud wind in the background. Sliding the window
shut, I nodded to myself, Law couldn’t see it for he was
focused on the road. “Well, as I said… I can’t refuse a great
offer, it sounds great to me, yep…” I smacked my lips, not
expecting that at all and yet I was unable to ignore the
excitement that started to build inside me.

“Perfect, until then, how about we order Chinese?” He then

proceeded to tell me about the restaurant that wasn’t far from
his place, and we then spent time trying to find what we
wanted on the app. I had to read out loud most of the plates
there was on the menu since Law couldn’t look at them
himself. When we had chosen what we wanted, I called the
place and told them our order. They said it would take about
an hour since it was rush hour and they had a lot of customers
right now.

The rest of the drive we chatted as if he had not just plainly

told me he wanted to eat me out. I appreciated it, a deal was a
deal, no need to mention it again until the right moment. While
we did not mention it again, it was still very present in the
back of my mind and I couldn’t wait until we were at his place
to get things going. I felt like this was the longest I had to wait
to get laid, but from what he keeps telling me, he’s good, and
it’ll be worth it.

I brought up the topic of his clumsy blond friend, and it made

him smile a little albeit the rolling of his eyes. “He’s… a
family friend, helped raise me, he’s great but don’t tell him I
said that. He needs to get the love toned down,” He said softly,
his fingers drumming on the steering wheel. We were driving
straight ahead, so it was pretty quiet. Even more so at this time
of the day.

“Not to be that person, but are we there yet?” I asked him a bit
shyly, I did feel like a child who had been promised a nice
treat. But I was no child, and the treat was entirely different
than what a child would expect. “We are, can you hold on five
more minutes? Or do you really want to jump me that bad?” I
laughed loudly in response, resting my elbow against the car
door and leaning my head on my fist. “Oh babe, I can wait, I
was curious because, thanks to you, I haven’t eaten and I’m
getting car sick alright?” I huffed, focusing on the horizon
with a frown.

His humorous attitude turned into concern when he asked me

if I was okay, I told him that as long as I get to have a bite of
something, anything really, when we got to his place, I’d
survive. “I should have gotten us something to snack on before
leaving, it was stupid of me,” he sighed. I turned around and
looked at him in confusion, putting a hand on his shoulder, “I
was kidding when I said it was because of you. I should have
prepared something don’t worry, you’re good, I’m good and
alive too, I just hope you have bread at your place,” I finished
with a smile, sitting back properly on my seat, hoping he’d
stop blaming himself.

Something in the back of my head sensed a certain familiarity

in the way he was acting; Kind of like the man who made sure
I’d eat and drink after… Shaking my head, I looked back at
the road, making sure to ignore my thought. We weren’t on the
highway anymore; we were driving through a fairly rich
neighbor. Not the richest, but the housing did look very good.
A lot of white houses and grey/white buildings too, “I do have
food, yes, I also have to eat you know? I am human after all,”
He said with a smug smile. I rolled my eyes, “Damn I thought
you sparkled under the sun, here lies my hopes and dreams.” I
sighed in faux-despair, I then met his eyes, “The more you
know, right?” I added.

His smug smile disappeared to let an exhausted playful one

adorn his face, he did not say anything else. After a while, we
arrived, and he parked his car in the underground parking lot
of the building before leading us to the elevator. His place was
on the eleventh floor, which made the ride there only more
painful. “I think we spent too much time on elevators today,” I
stated. Law huffed, giving me a weird look, “And I think
we’re lucky to be alone in this one, or would you prefer to be
pressed against me in a crowded one?” I bit the inside of my
cheek and threw him a glance, considering his suggestion.

The unsaid suggestion being: ‘shall we make out in the empty

elevator?’, I think. “If you want me so bad, maybe you should
come closer, see what happens? I promise I don’t bite.” I told
him with a smirk, he was at the opposite of me, his arms
crossed on his chest with his cap still covering his head.
Grinning, he shook his head. “It’s cute, you’re trying to take
control. Trying, being the key word. But you see, if I give you
a taste right now, you won’t be able to behave until I fucked
you properly.” He said dryly, only giving me a side glance
before continuing, “We don’t want that, do we?” He smiled,
approaching slowly, his arms falling to his side.

He gently placed a hand on my cheek, I had a hard time

keeping my reactions to myself. There was an unspoken battle
of who would break first, and I had shown the first cracks by
getting on his lap and initiating a making out session.
Fortunately, I was brought back to reality when we got
interrupted but with how he looked at me right now, I don’t
think I could hold back a lot longer. “We wouldn’t want that,
no,” I mirrored his smile, my hand sliding to his pants and
pulling him closer by the belt. A surprised huff escaped his
lips, turning his smirk into a strained expression.

We stared at one another, daring the other to make another

move. It was like playing Jenga but without the wooden
blocks, without the support of the table, without the joyful
laugh and angry screams of stress, but the tension was
somewhat the same. Taking from the other to add more and
more, trying to make each other tip. Trying our hardest to win
by having the other succumb first, their composure crumbling
like the wooden tower. If you showed one ounce of weakness,
trembling hands, shivers, short breath, you’d be done for. And
I knew full well I had lost long ago, yet we still entertained the
idea.

Our staring contest was cut short by the ‘ding’ the elevator
made when we arrived on the eleventh floor. “Looks like it’s
our stop,” I grinned, pushing him away gently as I pushed
myself off the wall and gripped my bag tight. “I was going to
lead the way, but I don’t know which one is yours so,” I
stepped to the side and let him walk in front of me, “Guide
me,”
He chuckled and pulled the keys from his pockets, his pace
fast in front of me. He stopped in front of a door and unlocked
it, I followed and did as he did, removed my shoes at the
entrance. When I was about to follow him further inside the
place, I was stopped, “Wait here, I need to check something
first,” with that he was gone, and I was left standing in the
middle of the hall. I put my bag on the cabinet by the door and
did not move. I still tried to look around, the place was open.
To my left was the kitchen, it looked big enough for… creative
activities.

On the right there was the living room, with the dining room
close by. No walls separated anything, which made the room
very vast. Law had entered a room right ahead from the
entrance, he closed it behind and stayed there a few minutes
before coming out with a pair of sweatpants and a long-
sleeved black shirt he had rolled the sleeves of. He seemed a
lot more comfortable than he had been in his slack pants, tight
belt, tie and dress shirt. Looking at me, he grinned and
approached me close.

“By ‘wait here’ I meant, not follow me. But you stayed
right…” He dragged the word, his eyes trailing on my form,
“…there, you did not move an inch. You are obedient after
all,” I looked at him with wide eyes, my cheeks warming up
by the second. I don’t know what he meant by that, but I took
his words as a permission for me to move. I walked past him
and made my way to the kitchen, “I’m hungry above anything
else,” I heard him say that I should make myself at home, so I
did. I started making myself a sandwich while still talking,
“And you said I should wait, so I waited, it’s not my place so I
wasn’t going to take a look around, no matter how tempting it
is.”

I explained before taking a bite and groaning at how great it

felt to finally eat after a long day. I did not miss Law when he
joined me in the kitchen and handed me a glass a water, saying
that if I was going to eat so fast, I might as well not choke. I
thanked him, then kept eating in silence until he spoke up,
“You said no matter how tempting it is, do tell me what you’re
curious about. I’ll give you a tour, not that we weren’t going to
do that anyway,” I quirked a brow, asking him if he really
meant to give me a tour in the first place.

“Well, not in those circumstances. I’d have had you on all the
furniture, moaning, but by the end we’d have done it in all the
rooms.” He did not falter once while delivering that line, his
back resting against the countertop, his head only half-turned
towards me as his eyes were looking at nothing. He was
imagining it, a smile on his face. My mouth too dry when I
swallowed, I started choking and quickly took a sip of water.
Law looked at me with a look that said, ‘I told you so’, so I
scoffed. “It’s your fault if I’m choking, don’t give me that look
doc.”

He shook his head, “That’s not how I choke, but you can
blame me for having you so flustered you lost the use of your
mouth,” I sighed loudly at his words, but the smile on my face
betrayed the fake-annoyance I put up. If he kept that up, my
tower of restrain would collapse, he was too good with words.
I tried to taunt him, tease him perhaps, in the elevator but
utterly failed. And here he was, simply standing next to me,
but having me hot and bothered by the snap of his fingers.

“If you don’t answer, I’ll think you’ve really choked, maybe I
should help you out,” He drawled, his hand grabbing my wrist
gently as he pulled me towards him. He placed himself behind
me, my back against his chest. I let him move me as he
pleased, curious of what he’d do, and did not say anything.
You know what they said, if you don’t have anything sexy to
say, don’t say anything, or something like that.
I felt his other hand slowly travel the length of my body, from
the side of my thigh to my hip, to my sides to finally rest on
my shoulder. His hand delicately moved to rest under my chin,
lifting it from under, barely holding my neck. “Tell me to stop
and I’ll stop,” he whispered into my ear before letting go of
my hand to rest a hand on my stomach, just under my chest. I
breathed out, ‘Keep going,’ but could barely hear it myself. I
felt him huff a laugh as his finger gently graze against my
throat.

“Something’s keeping you from talking, so I should help,

right?” He continued, his hand leaving my neck to join his
other one on my stomach. His lips moved to where his hand
was on my neck and ghosted my skin as he spoke. “The trick
is to put the thumb right here,” He clicked his tongue against
his teeth and chuckled, “We can’t really see much like that,
can we? Here,” he raised my shirt, and to not have to hold it he
told me to keep the hem between my teeth. I tried to lean my
head back on his shoulder, but he said I should watch and
learn.

“You put your fist right there, the other hand above it and you
pull it up,” Instead of pulling up, he moved both of his hands
right under my breasts, tracing oh so slowly. His mouth soon
joined as he pressed kisses on the back of my neck, I laughed
lightly at the tickling sensation of his hair on my skin. “Don’t
move or I’ll stop,” he said in a low tone. His hands had started
traveling down my body, but I stopped him and pulled away
from him, “Stop what? You’ve barely done anything, we could
stop everything right now and it wouldn’t change a thing-“
With an annoyed sigh, he pulled me closer once more, this
time he did not lose time and took my shirt off.

I raised my arm to help him, if he initiated it like that, I could

still claim to not have lost. He had caved in first, and I had
barely done anything for it to happen. “You talk too much, and
moan so little. I’d like to change that,” he was about to help
me on the countertop when I smirked and pushed him away
once more. “Not here to fight you, but if you plan of fucking
me properly, I’d like for it to happen in a proper bed too.”
With another annoyed huff, he led me to his room but did not
bother closing the door. Instead, he made me wrap my hands
around his shoulders, his were resting on my hips as he guided
me to the bed.

I fell my back first on it as he let go of me and looked down at

me with a wide grin. “Hopefully you didn’t forget my offer,”
he asked rhetorically before leaning over the bed and helping
me out of my clothes slowly, the excitement coursing through
my body made my hands tremble a little as I tried to help me
out, but he told me, “Keep your hands to yourself or I might
have to tie you up,” while I knew he said it jokingly, I couldn’t
help but found some thrill into it. I did not tell him I’d be into
it, just like I did not tell him I dreamt of him in the most sinful
ways.

Instead, I scoffed, I don’t know where I found the attitude. I

felt completely exposed while he was still fully dressed, I
could however see the growing bulge in his pants and grinned
before meeting his gaze. “My hands could be helping you too,
you know,” His lips pulled into a smirk, he grabbed my ankles
and put my legs over his shoulders as he knelt on the bed,
between my legs. “I think they’ll fit better here,” he let go of
my legs and placed both my hands in his hair.

Without any warning, he dipped his head between my legs and

starting working, my breath hitched in my throat as I let my
head fall back. He started slow, painfully so, his tongue feeling
strange at first but slowly growing into a pleasing sensation. It
was enjoyable but not yet a bliss, I had yet to be gripping his
hair in pleasure and must have noticed and stopped for a
moment. His hands slithered from knees to the higher spot on
my thighs, “Do you want to make this a bit more fun?” He
asked, after having wiped his chin on my thigh.
I nodded, he told me to try again, I furrowed my brows a
moment then cleared my dry throat, “Yes, what do you have in
mind?” I asked, he then instructed for me to grab the
headboard tightly and not let go. If I did, he’d stop. If I wanted
to stop, I’d have to hit his back with my heel. I liked that, it
was kind of like… discipline… When I agreed, he went back
to work, except this time, he used his hands too. While one
finger was playing with my clit, his mouth was licking,
sucking, his tongue lapping at my lower lips, another one was
thrusting inside and out of me.

At some point, he looked up at me and grinned widely, his

eyes darted to where my hands were gripping the headboard
with all my strength. I was panting, high pitched moans
escaping my lips without any shame. He grazed his teeth
against my skin and met my gaze as if to ask if he could go on,
I told him he could go ahead and then felt a stinging pain of
his teeth sinking in my skin enough to feel some pain but not
to spill some blood. I tried to keep my mouth shut to muffle
the louder moan that was going to escape but was only
reprimanded in return. “Where’s the fun in covering up those
pretty sounds?” He stopped everything and leaned over me, a
hand on my chin to open my mouth.

“See, if it can open like that, why not use it to let me enjoy
those moans of yours, hm?” A lazy smile on my lips, I wanted
to do what he did to me: grab his chin back and maybe slap his
hand away but I felt like I had to keep holding the headboard.
“I’ll make a note of that, so keep going if you want to hear
more of it, hm?” I mimicked his tone, only to be met with a
taunting smile.

“It’s cute, you’re still following the game of not letting go of

the bed, but you’re talking back. Guess we’ll have to make
you scream louder, hopefully you won’t mind,” I could feel
my whole body warming up, upon hearing his words. He then
gripped the hem of his shirt with both his hands before
removing it, I suddenly felt a shiver ran down my body and
looked up at him.

“Oh god you’re-“

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 Chapter 9
Chapter Notes

Warning: description of a panic attack - Bondage -

Intimacy - Anxiety - Sexual tension
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It felt like a cold shower, my fast-beating heart only quickened

its pace as I stared at his chest, maybe it’s a coincidence.
Maybe they went to the same tattoo artist, maybe… He’s a
doctor, I never asked him what his specialization was. He’s
definitely a surgeon, fuck I’m stupid. I quickly grabbed the
sheets and tried to cover my form, his eyes filled with worry as
he looked down at himself, confused. I did not have the words,
what was I supposed to tell him? If I asked him if he was
HandSurgeon and it wasn’t him, he’d be even more confused
and would ask me what was going on with me.

I didn’t feel at ease, this wasn’t supposed to happen. Those

two worlds, they weren’t supposed to collide. I watched him
with wide eyes as he got off the bed and handed me his
bathrobe to cover myself, “Here, I don’t know what happened
but you’re clearly not comfortable right now,” With shaky
hands, I grabbed it from his and wrapped myself in it. I looked
at his tattooed hands, thinking it made sense why
HandSurgeon wore the gloves. “Do you want to talk?” he
asked softly, placing a hand on mine. I recoiled and moved
higher on the pillows, earning a shocked look from Law.

I started breathing heavily, testing if I was able to speak, “You-

I-“ I couldn’t find the words, instead I shuffled to my feet,
almost tripping, and grabbed my phone. Law didn’t move
from the bed, only looking at me in utter bewilderment. I stood
there and unlocked my phone, opening the Discord app and
tapping on the ‘call’ button on my conversation with
HandSurgeon. I didn’t want to hear anything, but I did. I did
not want to admit this was happening, but it was.

The phone on the dresser lit up.

Law squinted his eyes at me as if thinking then stood up and

looked at his phone.

His hand stopped mid-air as he looked at the screen intently.

He understood, he swore under his breath, locking his phone
and letting me hang up instead. I let my phone hit my clothes
on the ground but didn’t move, “This shouldn’t be happening,
oh dear- oh fuck-“ I let out a nervous laugh, placing a hand on
the bed before sitting down. He had seen me submitting
completely, he had received all my pictures, he was the one
who had told me to keep that stupid egg inside me, and he was
the one who must have enjoyed it greatly. Looking up, I met
his solemn look, each breath was louder than the previous one
and I was starting to panic.

“Did you know- did you fucking know? This whole time- be
honest with me, was I a fucking fool the entire time?” I didn’t
wait for his answer, instead I broke down and started
hyperventilating, swearing under my breath, telling myself to
calm down. This was not supposed to happen, I tried arguing
to myself that they were the same, and since I got along with
both, it should be alright. But I couldn’t listen to reason, I felt
vulnerable, caught by surprise, stupid, humiliated, an idiot. I
placed a hand on my mouth to stop myself from breathing so
loudly, feeling the tears roll down my cheeks in the process. I
muttered a muffled “Sorry”, I wanted to calm down, but I
couldn’t.

Joining me on the bed, Law put his shirt back on and reached
out for me, only to stop once again when he saw my hesitant
eyes. “Hey, hey,” I let him grab my hand to move it from my
mouth, looking at him with tear-stained eyes, probably blood-
shot ones too. “Look at me, breathe with me,” he took a slow
intake of breath, “in,” then exhaled just as slowly, “out, again,”
I tried to follow, but hiccupped along the way and felt like
throwing up. The nausea was strong, but I tried to focus on
Law’s breathing, looking at him he felt like a stranger and yet,
I also felt closer to him. It was strange, and I hated it, I hated
being this confused and lost. Looking away, I wiped my tears
but realized how useless it was with how many more I had left.

He hesitantly let his hands trail up my arms to hold me still,

“Look at me,” I didn’t. He gripped my chin and made me look
at him, my mouth puckered up by his hold, I glared at him, my
breathing still uneven, “I need you to be clear with me, I know
it’s hard but try, can I hold you?” I was surprised by his
question, my crying stopping for a moment before resuming as
I nodded, mumbling a yes under my breath. I don’t know if it
was the best idea, but even though he felt like a stranger, I
couldn’t ignore the familiarity of his presence.

“Good,” he sat tailor-style on the bed and helped me on his lap

before holding me tight. He didn’t say anything else. I
hesitantly moved my hands to wrap them around his waist,
clenching his shirt in my hands; With just as much conviction,
which was close to none, I laid my head on his shoulder.
Law’s hand gently rubbed my back, his hold was just as tight
as before, trying his best to bring me comfort. We stayed like
this a few minutes until I calmed down, I then pulled away
from him and mirrored his sitting position.

“I didn’t mean to break down…” I mumbled, wiping the

remaining tears from my face, “It’s alright, you’re alright,” He
told me. It was weird, seeing him like that. He looked so
small, he was beating himself up for something and I was
afraid to ask what it was. But I did, “Did you know? About…
me, about… Edelweiss,”
Saying it out loud made it much more real than it felt living it.
Pulling the bathrobe closer to my form, I felt a shiver ran
down my spine at how long it took him to answer. I was about
to ask him again when he sighed, “I did not know, no. I should
have guessed-“
“How could you have? Don’t talk nonsense,” I whispered, we
both were. This was a conversation better kept in the confine
of the bedroom, it was a conversation worth having but neiver
did not know where to start.

“I don’t know how, but I should have,” He ran his hands over
his face then through his hair, the frown never leaving his stern
expression. Bringing my knees to my chest, I scoffed, “If
anything, I should have. It makes sense, older, a surgeon, the
tattoos, the gloves! To hide them,” I paused, looking off to the
side, “The voice,” I trailed off. With Law I always kept an
image of a woman ready to fight, strong, not backing down
and with as much wit as I could muster even when he pushed
my buttons right and got me flustered.

But now, it wasn’t just him in front of me. It was also the
stranger I submitted to, the man who had me following his
instructions, who had me come undone from simple words and
nothing else. The same man who I knew could have complete
control over me if he only implied it, the one who promised oh
so many great things. Those two men were just one, and I
knew if he gave me one look, one smile, I’d be ready to keel.

Giving me a once over, his eyes settled on my legs. He placed

a hand on my knee, “I should have too, we’ve talked a few
nights now, I should have recognized your voice,” He pull my
legs away from my chest, I held the bathrobe right around my
chest and watched his every moves, “The way your thighs
looked, even without marks,” He breathed, slithering a hand
under the robe to hold my thighs with his cold hands, I looked
at him intently, not reacting. I did not know how to react,
should I flirt? Ask more questions? Shut myself down and
ignore all his advances?

I thought against it, I enjoyed his touch, the proximity… the

intimacy of knowing what he could do, what we both could
gain from this. Before I could speak, he let go of my thighs
and took hold of one of my hand, bringing to his lips as he
kissed my knuckles, “We should talk more about this, but I
think you need to let out all that stress,”

I gave him an incredulous look, snatching my hand from his

and glaring at him in astonishment, “Right now, I’m not really
in the mood to fuck, I still don’t know what to do about this-“
He chuckled and shook his head, I mumbled an apology when
he explained himself, “I was going to suggest you’d rest until
the food arrived, we’ll talk then,” He then stood up and was
about to leave when I grabbed his hand. A genuine surprised
expression crossed his face for a moment before turning
around to face me, asking me what I wanted.

“I don’t know how I feel, but… you’re like a stranger, but a

familiar one… I know so much about you, but…” I trailed off,
letting go of his hands as I groaned, “I don’t know where I’m
going with this, to be honest I don’t want to be left alone. I
know you’re him and he’s you, I know that, it’s just… I have a
hard time accepting it,” I continued, my tone even lower than
before. I didn’t know if it made sense, if he felt the same way,
I knew so much about him but how could anyone guess the
reaction of someone in such situation?

I heard him hum as he sat back down, “I’m just as nervous,”

he started, leaning back on his hands. “I hadn’t planned on…
Talking about that side of me right away, I’m not ashamed or
anything, I simply prefer to do it with someone who’s worth
my time.” I scoffed at his words, I wasn’t going to get
offended, we had after all only planned to fuck. We flirted, and
teased, but it was all in preparation of this very moment, the
one that had been interrupted so abruptly. “I am glad a stranger
on the internet is worthy of your time,” I said with a teasing
smile.

He turned to look at me, gauging his words a moment before

saying, “You were surprisingly very obedient, I was
intrigued,” this time he had the teasing smile, and I was left
with warm cheeks. I furrowed my brows, about to deny it but
thought against it. I would have fought Law, but now that I
knew he was also HandSurgeon, I couldn’t really lie about
my… tastes in bed. “And maybe those two little sessions of
ours made me realize that there’s only so much meaningless
fucking I can do until it gets boring,” He sighed, as if it was a
fatality. I was a bit confused as of what he meant, and asked
him.

“I told you I didn’t have a sub because I didn’t have time and
was bitter, which is true,” He paused and leaned forward, his
elbows now resting on his knees. “I also don’t want to spend
time explaining it to all the people I fuck, it’s easier to just
have sex, make sure they’re good, and bring them back to their
place. I don’t mind explaining to someone if I’ll be dealing
with them on the long-term, but one-night stands? I’ll give
them a great night, memorable for them sure but I tend to mix
them all up in the end.” He finished by dropping his hands on
his lap and gripping his pants. I was surprised by what he said.

Not shocked, but it brought a few questions up. However,

seeing how anxious he seemed, I had another idea and nudged
his hip with my foot, “I have questions, but I think you need to
busy yourself while answering…” He quirked a brow,
confused. Thinking of how to word it, I chose not to beat
around the bush and just go for it, if he wanted to refuse, he
could, nothing was holding him back. “Last night, you did
something relaxing right…” I was hinting at the moment he
took time to tie some rope around his leg to show me. If that
relaxed him, then, “If you want, you can do that… with me,
not fully but…” I trailed off, starting to become unsure.

Wrapping the bathrobe tighter around my form, I felt my heart

beat faster, it was maybe a stupid suggestion but I continued,
“I’ll need to be able to move, is what I’m saying, because we
still need to eat… but I feel like, it’s a cool ice-breaker, for
people who know each other pretty well- I mean, we wouldn’t
need an ice-breaker then but it still feels like one-“ My rant
was interrupted as he stood up and looked at me with a
genuine smile that turned into a smug grin, “Yes, let’s do that.
I did say I’d tie you up, might as well start somewhere.”

I couldn’t help but roll my eyes, “I was trying to help you

here,”
“Because you’re not gaining anything from this? From
being…” He opened his drawer before grabbing two bundles
of red rope and throwing them on the bed, “…naked, and tied
up I mean. Or perhaps is it for science? It must be it,” I felt my
chest tighten at his taunts, of course I gained from it, but I also
did not know what else to do to have him relax and talk to me.
And that got him a lot more composed than he was moments
ago.

“Maybe I simply want you to tie ties around my leg?” I

suggest, only half-believing it. With this, the awkward tension
from earlier seemed to dissipate a little bit, it felt nice to go
back to the bantering. I watched him as he knelt one knee on
the bed to grab the ropes before scooting closer and sitting in
front of me. “Then I’ll do the leg, you’re the one in power
here. You simply give me the control, remember that.” He said
as he loosened the ropes and reached for my leg before I
stopped him. I then met his gaze, my hands clutching the lapel
of the bathrobe.
Law did not move and waited for me to speak, before
widening his eyes when I shrugged off the bathrobe. I used it
as a blanket to cover my lower parts but stayed put a moment,
“I don’t know where you usually start but… let’s go,” He
stared a bit longer, then smiled, almost timidly, before starting
by putting the rope almost like a boa on my shoulder, around
my neck. I kept my chin raised as he began tying, not saying
anything at first. So, I spoke, “I still have questions,”
“Yes, go ahead,” He breathed, very close to my neck.

I tried to not react at each graze of his fingers on my skin and

found it hard to stop my body from reacting. Goosebumps all
over my body along warmth, and fast beating heart, Law did
not remark, neither did I. “You talked about long-term, so…
you meant to do that on the long-term with Edelweiss but not
with… me- not that I’m blaming you or anything, I’m trying
to get things clear!” I said quickly. If I wanted to hide, I
couldn’t, I couldn’t really move or it’d make Law stop or
maybe I’d mess things up. Law did, however, pause to look at
me, “I think I wanted to take things slow with you, you
seemed eager to fuck but I think… No, I know I’d have asked
you what you wanted after we fucked,”

I quirked a brow, asking him to explain, “You’re not deterred

by my personality, and it’s enjoyable. I like your company, and
Luffy might be right, I should take more time for myself. What
better way to do that than by seeing someone? I would have
brought you on other dates, to see how well we got along. So
yes, Edelweiss was on the long-term, just sexual, although I’d
care for her because she, well you… were my sub. The screen
made it easier to not have any romantic connection, let’s say.”

I nodded, understanding what he meant. He asked me the same

question in return, but I first jumped on his answer as he
resumed his activity, “You can still take me on dates, if you’d
like. I suppose we did things in a messy way, and clearly not in
the right order- and very fast, but I never said I wanted to stop
seeing you-“ I stopped when I heard him sigh in what I believe
was relief. A short smile drew itself on my lips when I saw the
cute one on his when he whispered “Good.”.

“You really thought I was like that? Come on doc, it’s just a
hard pill to swallow that you and HandSurgeon are the same,
when we’ve cleared things up, I’m sure- well, I hope, we’ll be
ok,” Law’s eyes that were riveted on the rope, turned to look at
my eyes before he pulled the rope to get me closer to him. It
wasn’t a strong, painful pull, it was a gentle one and I went
along. The ties weren’t all done yet, but the rope traveled from
my neck to part of my chest, under my arm pit and behind my
back. Almost like a harness, but it wasn’t finished. I gave him
a startled look, then felt the tension.

“It makes sense that you’re Edelweiss, there is only two

people who call me ‘doc’ and it looks like they’re one and the
same, clearly you can now call me by my name since my
username is not an option anymore.” He looked down at where
his hand was holding the rope, the other one moving to caress
my arm before resting on my jaw. “I did say you’d look good
with a collar, the leash is a bonus,” He whispered before
letting go and continuing the tying. I was left hot and bothered,
speechless. I took a moment before starting fidgeting with the
hem of his shirt as he busied himself.

“I still think doc is a funny name, but sure, I’ll call you
Trafalgar if you want-“ “Just Law, or in the bedroom you can
call me sir,” I chuckled and nodded.
“How about Doctor Law?” The look he gave me when I asked
him sent shivers down my spine, he gave me a strained smile,
“Not tonight, another time.” Seeing how he reacted, I couldn’t
help but gasp, elated. “Oh, you do- oh you absolutely do, you
have the doctor kink! You avoided the topic, but you do, this is
very funny, this is gold because you kept teasing me about it,”
He placed a hand on my mouth gently to shut me up, giving
me an intense look that I returned with more joy than
anything.

Leaning in close, he let go of my mouth and smirked, “If I

recall, you got off on me wearing my scrubs, and on every
picture of my hands with my gloves, correct?” I was taken
aback and felt my face heat up, biting the inside of my cheek. I
was trying to come up with an excuse, but he was right.
However, I was not about to have a whole conversation about
this, I was about to reply when he leaned back, and I felt his
nails scrapped against my skin as he slid his finger between
the rope and my skin.

Gasping, I looked at his hand and he chuckled beautifully,

telling me he was checking if it wasn’t too tight because I still
had to eat and needed to be able to breathe properly. I told him
it was alright, it made him laugh again. “Oh, I know it’s
alright, you’re practically begging to be touched. You already
react so well to any of my touches,” He looked at me proudly
before bending slightly as he pressed a kiss on my chest, then
he trailed down kisses down to my breasts, his hands holding
my sides.

My breath hitched as I met his intense look, not breaking it. I

could almost feel how strong my pulse was getting, how much
my blood was pumping. With as much composure, I gulped, “I
still have questions,” he breathed out a laugh against my skin
before grazing his teeth against my nipples, then straightening
his back and abandoning all actions. “Go ahead,”

While I’ve been naked in front of him for a moment, I felt

more exposed after having received attention from him and
wanted to cover up. But the way his hands were traveling over
my body, the feeling of the rope pressing my skin, the focused
look he had as he worked on the ties, it was enough to make
me relaxed a bit more. “You’re staring,” he stated, not looking
up. “Am I not allowed to?” I asked him softly.
“Oh, you can, there is nothing to see, I’m still fully dressed,
that’s all,”

I caught him off guard by replying, “I can still see your pretty
face, and beautiful hands, and how cute it is to see you focused
like that,” If I wasn’t being tied, I would have left the room at
how ‘too much’ it was, I could have said he should strip but
instead I said that. He seemed to think for moment, then ran a
hand through his hair almost timidly. “Your questions, ask
them,” This time I was the one to chuckle as I did as he said,

“Now that you know I am Edelweiss, how do you feel about

the night we met?” I don’t know why, I wanted to get him hot
and bothered. Having him this close made me want to have
him needy, like he had me. I did not want to run away, but I
knew once this proximity was gone, I’d probably feel weird
for some reason. I saw his hands clenching the red rope before
he looked up and with a serious expression he said, “Is my girl
trying to get me worked up?”

My eyes widened and I tried to pull away in surprised but was

pulled closer by the rope. “Don’t try to run, I’ll tell you, that’s
what you want, right? So curious,” He let go of the rope and
instead placed his hands on my hips, slowly letting them
venture under the bathrobe only a little, to stay there at first,
“It makes me truly realize how badly you want to get fucked.
You did run off after all, not being able to stay put,” he looked
down at the bathrobe, running his hands on my stomach only
slightly, his touch close to a feather. “I was teasing you to get
you riled up, but fuck, I did not know you were actually
getting off-“ he slipped his thumb under the rope that was now
tied under my breasts for now.
I took a sharp intake of air, my eyes riveted on his beautiful
hands as he gently caressed my body while speaking, “If I had
known, I would have gone harder, maybe brought you on my
lap and have you grind desperately on my thigh to get off,” He
continued, this time as he had a hand on each side of my
ribcage, he pulled me closer before leaning over and kissing
between my breasts before trailing his tongue from there to
one of my nipple where he stopped, I almost whined, wanting
more of it. But I also wanted to make this as slow as possible,
test his restraint, so he continued,

“But as I said, you ran off and like a good girl to ask for
permission to touch yourself. I’ll admit, I had to go to the
bathroom to reply, and calm down a bit. But then,” he tilted his
head to the side and let go of me entirely, pushing me gently to
have me laying on the bed. He grabbed my legs and uncrossed
them to have them parted as he positioned himself sitting
between them, smiling threateningly as he clicked his tongue
against his teeth. “Then you had to disobey, do you remember
that?” He made sure to have the bathrobe covering me, placing
it between my legs. I think he purposedly brushed his hands
between my legs too, but I ignored it and kept observing each
of his actions.

When I didn’t answer, he reiterated his question, I answered

exactly how he wanted which made him smile. “You enjoyed
receiving your punishment too,” he emphasized his words by
caressing my thighs over the bathrobe, making me close my
legs around him which made him laugh as he opened them
again and stopped touching me. “I wonder if you’ll still like it
if I gave it to you, but let’s not see right now, I’m sure you still
have questions, right? Go ahead, I need to finish this,” He said
softly, grabbing my hands from my stomach to put them over
my head to get them out of the way.

I let him do as he pleases and only stared at him in awe, I

thought I was getting to him. I thought I’d get him to be more
on edge, but he was still so composed and once again taking
control of the situation, making me want more instead of the
other way around. “You’re breathing so heavily, dear. Do we
need to stop?” He asked with a smirk, he was asking to make
sure I was alright, but he definitely knew he had me wrapped
around his fingers. Clearing my throat, I shook my head, “No,
green, sir.”

His eyes widened for a second before resuming his tying in

silence.

I may have had other questions regarding the whole dynamic,

but I couldn’t find them with how all over the place my mind
was, right now. My mind and body were enthralled by his very
being. “You know… I don’t know why I reacted like that,
earlier…” I trailed off.

Law stopped everything, I could see a change in his demeanor

as he placed a hand on my cheek, “Don’t blame yourself, if
that’s what you’re doing-“ Grabbing his hand to place it back
on my stomach where the untied rope-end was, I chuckled at
how endearing it was and shook my head, “Thank you, but no
I meant it as,” I paused a moment, running a hand over my
face before covering my eyes and smiling nervously.

“I imagined you, Law, behind the screen and knew it wasn’t a

good thing to do, because back then I was just mixing personal
and… whatever it was with HandSurgeon, but fuck… it made
everything hotter…” I hated admitting it out loud, I don’t
know if it was strange or not to tell him that.
“It, being?” He knew what ‘it’ was, but he wanted me to tell
him what I clearly did.

With a scoff, I kept my hand over my eyes and mumbled, “It,

being: imagining you were the one… giving me the
instructions instead of a stranger, is that clearer? Do I need to
spell it out or?” I heard him laugh this time as tried to get my
hand off my eyes, but I kept them there and he did not try
again right away, “So you touched yourself thinking of me,” It
was more a statement than a question, to which I sighed in
response.

“I’m just coming clean of all that happened, I don’t know if

it’s weird or anything,”
“I am flattered you fantasized about me, I do love knowing I
have that effect on you,” He whispered right next to my ear, I
was startled and moved my hand to look at him, only to see his
earrings very close to my face. When he pulled away, he
looked at me with something I couldn’t describe in his eyes,
“It’d be hypocritical of me to shame you when I did exactly
the same thing,” he started, pausing as he gauged my reaction.
I sat up, having to wrap my legs around his form to not fall
back.

I could feel the rope around my abdomen as I was sitting

halfway, looking at him in surprise. He helped me sit up
properly, chuckling. “I like to replay a little scene, that
happened the night we met,” He started, grabbing my legs as
he stood up to have them throw over side of the bed as I sat
there. He was standing right in front of me, towering over me,
“Now, you were sitting on the floor and looking at me exactly
like that,” He placed a finger under my chin to have me look
up at him, and smirked down at me,

“That night, you were just the right height, and I from what I
remember, you were eager that same night when I asked you
to suck your toy-“ “Oh, god, you meant- I was still confused, I
never understood what you meant that night,” I placed a hand
on my mouth, but smiled at how cocky he had been since the
start. Cocky, vulgar, I don’t know just yet. It depends on the
mood, clearly it could have easily tipped to vulgar, I thought.
Looking up at him, I took a deep breath and licked my lips on
purpose before letting my eyes trail down to look at the bulge
in his pants. I smirked and looked up at him once again, this
time his expression was strained, his jaw tensed. With a curt
smile, he asked me if I had any other question and if I didn’t,
he had some. I told him to go on.

“What did you expect from me, and HandSurgeon,” He asked.

I toned down my cockiness as I looked away and sat back on
the bed properly; I turned around, my back facing him as I put
the bathrobe back on. I heard him say he wasn’t done, but I
told him I was feeling cold. Once he joined me back on the
bed, I faced him anew. “We had talked about it, I would have
stopped with HandSurgeon if I found someone which… part
of me was thinking- no, thinks maybe it’s you. No pressure,
I’m not confessing or anything, it’s more…”

While I thought of the words to use, Law whispered for me to

just drape the bathrobe over my form so that he could
continue. Smiling slightly, I agreed and did just that, “I like the
thrill with the whole, stranger thing… and maybe the fact that
I knew he was- you were so much into it you were ready to
have a call with me to… have a session at the most
inconvenient of places-“ “You liked it when I said I’d watch
your show even if I was at work, is that it?”

“Yes, but then again, I really enjoyed talking to him too! I

don’t know if it was in a fascination kind of way or just a good
pal, with whom I would send nudes,” He chuckled and told me
to go on, that it was interesting to hear my side of the situation.

“Then there’s you, who’s a little shithead, always teasing me,

and I liked how you weren’t deterred by my attitude either, I
thought maybe you’d stop being like that if I kept playing hard
to get but I feel like it only motivated you more,” He hummed,
to make me understand he was listening. He then paused his
tying and said, “You haven’t answered my question,” his tone
was flat, but I knew he was just focused. I realized I was
giving everything but what he wanted, I cleared my throat and
thought back on the question.

“I think I wanted, want, to date you, with time of course, but I

also really wanted to have sex with you. I’m not immune to
your charms, you are after all very attractive and- you know I
think you might have gotten the wrong impression when I
stared at your hands the first night?”
“I do recall you seemed obsessed, I did not know if it was
good or bad,” He scoffed, his fingers still working diligently
on the knots. He was almost done, I think, but was taking his
time.

“Well, I was just staring at them because it was very hot, so…”
Smacking my lips, I looked around the room and let him work
his magic, as I continued, “As for HandSurgeon, I guess… just
like what you’d expected from Edelweiss, a dynamic that I
enjoy and wanted to learn more about,”
His answer was a simple “I see,” which made the whole thing
ominous, a few moments passed until he spoke again. Running
his hands over the knots, he checked everything was good, I
tensed at the sudden touch but let him, perhaps even wanting
to lean in for more.

“I’m done,” He was still looking at my body as he continued,

“Now that we’ve talked, we need to know what to do next,” I
felt a knot in my stomach and started playing with the rope
around my body, what did I want? I wasn’t feeling as scared,
or vulnerable as before. I was starting to get used to the idea of
them being one and the same, and if I was ready to try with
Law before knowing why wouldn’t I want it after learning he
was into the same thing I was, right? “What are the options?” I
asked him.
He smiled, but I could see he was getting nervous at the
thought of us making a decision. The situation was strange, we
both knew it, but I’m sure we also both knew something good
could come out of it. “Three choices; One: this becomes
something just for sex, we can still talk on discord and keep
that thing there… meeting when we’re both free for fun,” I
urged him to continue, not wanting to pick that one. “Second, I
bring you back to your place and we never talk about it-“
“Hey, hey, what would you suggest that? I thought we both
agreed we we’re into one another?” I said quickly.

Looking to the side, I think he tried to hide his blush as he

continued, “We did, but I do not want to pressure you,” He
paused, looking at me a moment before continuing, “Three:
we give this a try. Like you said, we did things the messy way
but it’s not a bad thing.”

Biting the inside of my cheek, I considered it. And while I did,

he added, “It’s up to you how the night goes, we can take
things slow. We’re not in a rush, we can simply get the food
and enjoy the rest of the evening, or follow the plans we had
for tonight.” He kept his tone as neutral as possible, probably
trying to not coo me into going with his preference. I noticed
how he kept his gaze somewhere around the room or
specifically somewhere on my face. He avoided looking at his
work, I did not know if it’s because he did not like it or if he
enjoyed it a little too much.

Not giving it a deeper thought, I focused on the pros and cons

of giving it a try. Except our shitty schedule, I could only see
pros. Sure, Nami would constantly shame me for choosing
him, but I know Robin would support it. I spent the last few
days talking to him, all throughout the day, asking him
questions, getting to know him. I’m certain there was still a lot
more I needed to learn about him, but I was persuaded it could
work. But you’ve known each other for such a short time,
you’re rushing it, I told myself.

Ignoring that little voice inside my head, I called his name, “I

am willing to give it a try, and… follow our plans for the
night,” I said softly, grabbing the hem of his shirt and pulling
it towards me. He held my hand right there, asking me if I was
sure, I nodded, asking him what he wanted to do. “I’ve
invested a lot of money in you, it’d be a shame to let it go to
waste- and to let go of such a good girl, I will give it a try,” I
could hear both of them in that sentence, the attitude of the
Law I knew, and the tenderness of HandSurgeon. It did not
leave me indifferent.

We looked at each other a moment, not knowing what to do

next. So, I took the first step and shrugged off the bathrobe
before reaching out for him. He quirked a brow at my
initiative and let me do as I pleased, once my hands were on
his shoulders, I pushed him down on the bed and crawled up to
sit on his crotch. “Can I kiss you, then?” I asked him with a
grin. He splayed his hands on my hips and pulled me closer to
him, making me roll my hips against his, he was grinning back
a lot more dauntingly. “You’re already asking for permission;
you really are so obedient.” I hadn’t realized I had asked him
for permission, but he was very aware of it.

Rolling my hips on his pants, I pressed for an answer, “That

needy already? Stop rolling your hips and behave first.” His
tone changed drastically, as he slid his hands under my knees
before turning the position around and having me on my back,
under him. “There, that’s better, wouldn’t you say?” I nodded
and cradled his face in my hands, he smiled lazily and leaned
in, pressing a simple kiss on my lips at first. But I pulled him
closer and deepened the kiss, making him groan when I
wrapped my legs around his waist.
Our breaths intertwining, he was balancing his weight on one
of his elbows that was resting next to my head as his other
hand traveled the length of my body before stopping at the
rope work on my chest. Law pulled away and took a good look
at it, his wicked smile only widening. “You are gorgeous, I
knew ropes would suit you. Look at that,” He pointed at the
skin that was being constricted as I took deep breaths. It would
leave marks the heavier my breathing would get as my skin
would press against the rope, and that was the beauty of it. I
did not know what to say, so I nodded.

“I don’t think you realize how much of a sight you are, dear
Edelweiss,” My eyes widened at the mention of my username,
it felt so strange, like in that dream except this time it made
sense that he knew. “Let’s show you, mm?” Before I could
reply, he pulled the rope he had slid in one of the holes of the
work he had done, like a leash, and pulled me with him to sit
up. I felt how sturdy the knots were around my body and
enjoyed the feeling of the pressure it put around my body.

Giving me a once over, he got off the bed to stand in front of a

full-length mirror I hadn’t noticed was there. Beckoning me to
come closer, he opened an arm for me to join him, which I did
hesitantly. He was still fully dressed while I was only covered
in ropes in my top half. Pulling me closer by the hand, he
pressed my back against his chest and told me to look at the
mirror. Slowly, he let his hand travel from my arm to my hand
then he started letting it roam my body while the other held me
in place. As he did so, he told me to keep looking at my
reactions, commenting each of them.

His breath caressing my ear as he spoke in the sultriest voice,

“See how I got you shivering just from touching you? My, my,
you are touch-starved, this is going to be fun,” He pressed his
knee between my legs and chuckled when I gasp, gripping his
side to balance myself. “Don’t look away, here, I’ll give you
an even better sight,” With his lips pressed against the side of
my throat, he looked up at the mirror and we both observed as
his hand slid down my stomach to dive between my legs. I
gasped his name, which only made him chuckle, “Do you
want me to stop?” He had a faux pleading look on his face that
made me want to fight him, but I didn’t.

“No, sir. Keep going, please,” He closed his eyes a moment,

exhaling loudly against my skin as his fingers started their
works. I felt my body warm up, seeing my face react from his
actions and words only made it worse, but he was enjoying
every bit of it. “Here, when I do that,” He was now using his
thumb to play with my clit, I let out a throaty moan and met
his gaze in the reflection, “…you give the most enjoyable of
faces, don’t you think it’s cute? I think those are adorable
noises coming from such a needy little thing like you, even
more so-“

He stopped talking when we heard a knock on the main door,

he let go of me, making sure I was steady before grabbing the
bathrobe and telling me to put it on. “I can stay here, it’s
probably the person who’s delivering-“ “Exactly, so you put
on the bathrobe, there, good girl, just-” He moved the lapel a
bit so that we could see the ropes and they weren’t entirely
covered by the item. “You’ll stay by my side, after all you like
it, don’t you? When people look at you. We’ll give them a
reason to look,” Before leaving the room, he asked me if I was
ok with it, and I agreed. The night was only beginning, and I
was thrilled and embarrassed at the same time.

When Law opened the door, my heart sped up and I nudged

Law’s side to get a reaction out of him. His entire demeanor
changed, “Do you need something?” This was unexpected.
Chapter End Notes

Aight baby, this is out, how we feeling? Feeling gucci?

The incoming chapters will be pure h e a t
Sexual one, of course. Hope it’s going to be enjoyable for
all of us,
As usual, you can follow me on Twitter @physicalturian
to see thoughts at night, horny ones sometimes
Words : 7156
Added on 2nd April 2021
 Chapter 10
Chapter Notes

Warnings : Power play / Dom/sub Dynamics / Control /

Oral / Discipline / Voyeurism / Brat / Shibari / Impact
play / Tears (from dick uh) / Protected sex / Aftercare /
Edging / Pet names
The voyeurism part is only for part of it.
For those who do not know what ‘voyeurism’ is, it means
someone is watching - Here, it’s done with everyone’s
consent.
The tears are purely because : deep dick in throat, it’s not
because breakdown or anything. Hot tears.
!! Don’t forget there are oral protection for when you give
head to someone, or receive it tbh, to avoid STD’s.
See the end of the chapter for more notes

There stood Rosinante. And clearly, Law was not expecting

him to come by. I hurriedly covered myself, but it was too late,
and the blond man seemed to have enjoyed the sight as he
looked at my hands gripping the lapel tight before looking at
me with a grin. “I see you’ve got company Traffy,”

“I’m guessing the date went well-“ “I asked you a question

Cora, what do you want?” I felt the tension between the two
men, clearly Law was annoyed by the interruption which was
not the most welcomed right now. I was about to sneak out of
sight when I saw the delivery girl in the back, she looked at
the device in her hand, confused. I nudged Law’s side to get
his attention and he told Rosinante to get out of the way so he
could get the takeout.

When he did, I walked past him and exchanged the money

Law had handed me, for the bag of food in her hand. I saw her
glimpse at my chest and quickly bid her goodbye before
shuffling back inside and putting everything back on the table.
When I joined the black-haired man’s side, he told me to go on
and start eating without him, he had to talk with the blond. I
half-heartedly accepted and went back to the dining room
where I unpacked everything. While I did so, I paid attention
to what was being said in the corridor.

“-It wouldn’t be the first time, I don’t see why you don’t want to
Law,” I heard the blond almost whine.
“Did you really think that coming all the way here would make
me accept the offer? This is different than the other times,”
Law replied, his tone stern and still laced with annoyance. I
made sure to not seem like I was listening as I started eating.
“I’m just saying, if that’s what she’s into, I’m the man for the
job-“ “I didn’t ask, and we’re taking things slow,” Law’s
answer made Rosinante laugh, it quickly turned into a gasp as
I heard a thud before their conversation resumed.

“That’s not what the rope around her breasts says,” I turned
around to look at them in shock, and quickly turned back to
face my food when both of them looked my way. Fuck, be
discrete, you haven’t heard anything.

Law sighed and I heard the door lock, it was followed by

shoes hitting the parquet. “I’m not taking a decision without
her, first we eat, then we talk,”
“It’s alright I’ve already eaten,” I heard Rosinante’s deep voice
getting closer, and Law’s reply even more, “I didn’t ask, there
is none for you, sit down and don’t talk,”

From the interactions between the two, I felt like there was
bad blood between the two of them which clashed with the
man now sitting right next to Law in front of me. Law was
sitting at the end of the table, Rosinante on his right and me on
his left. I wrapped the bathrobe tighter around me, throwing a
glance at Law and fidgeted on my seat. Was it his way of
playing with my appreciation of ‘giving a show’ as he put it?
“Don’t mind him, eat,”

“It’s kind of hard not to, he’s staring right at me and he’s pretty
big,” Facing the blond, I quirked a brow, going back to be in
control. “Why are you here? Do you need something? We
were a bit busy until you arrived, and while I respect that
you’re his colleague, I think he’s not on shift right now.” I
stated with as much professionalism as I could. I was not
going to speak in Law’s stead, but I was frustrated by the
interruption, if it had just been the delivery girl, we could have
gone back to our little game once the door was closed. But
here, I felt myself run cold… And burning at the same time, I
was very aware of the restrictions around my form, after all,
how could I not?

I felt Law’s hand on my thigh after my question and had to

muster all my strength not to move in startlement. I hope the
blond hadn’t seen my reaction, after all I knew he had caught a
glimpse of the rope work under my robe, but he did not show
any sign of awkwardness. “It’s not work related, don’t you
worry, actually it’s more of a leisurely visit,” The blond rolled
up his sleeves and leaned back on his chair, almost tumbling
back before grabbing the edge of the table and catching
himself. Ignoring his almost-accident, I kept eating and did not
ask any more question. I exchanged a few glances with Law
when his hand traveled higher on my thigh.

I didn’t know what games he was playing, and I didn’t know

why he was being so daring when his colleague was there…
but I liked it. To make him understand I was on board, I spread
my legs wider and as I made it so it looked like I was seating
back properly, I moved his hand even higher.
I heard a huff coming from him as he continued eating. While
his eyes were on his plate, his nails dug themselves inside my
skin ever so lightly before going up and down my thigh. My
attention being solely on his touch under the table, I almost
forgot the man right in front of us who was silent up until now,
“You know, Law, I understand you telling me to wait until
you’re done eating and all that, but you can’t say that and then
start the fun right under my nose,”

Confused, and thinking he knew, I grabbed Law’s hand from

going any higher, but he deftly moved my hand from his and
held my thigh tightly. He was rubbing my inner thigh, letting
his hand graze my crotch many times without even reacting. I
had to put everything down when I was getting too excited to
finish my plate, thinking I’d finish the rest after the eventful
night I was promised those past few nights by HandSurgeon.
“Then ask her, see how it goes,” Law almost spat, giving
Rosinante a glare that I wouldn’t have wanted to be the
receiving end of.

‘Cora’ however was unbothered, his grin only widening as he

leaned further on the table. I felt a foot bump against mine
under the able but did not say anything. “See, with Law here,
we sometimes have interesting nights-“ “It was two times,
Cora,”
“Actually, it was three, don’t you remember the one a few
months ago who really wanted-“ Law interrupted him by
standing up and taking our two plates from the table, leaving
me exposed as I quickly covered my thigh with the robe.

Looking at me with a smug smile, the blond whispered, “It’s

actually three times like this, but we sometimes do other
things- not like we fuck, but-“ Surprised by his words, I did
not let it show on my face and made a gesture with my hand to
tell him to go on, “Just, stop beating around the bush, I really
don’t care what he, or you, used to do,” I shrugged, still
curious about what they used to do. I was not going to be nosy
and ask but part of me hoped he wouldn’t keep doing whatever
they used to do when we’ll really be together… Unless we’ve
talked about it.

“Right, I feel like you kinda like showing off, am I wrong?” I

couldn’t blame him for going straight to the point as I asked,
but his question caught me off guard and I threw a glance at
Law who was coming back from the kitchen with a neutral
expression on his face.

Looking at Law, embarrassed, I said, “Did you tell him

about-“ “I didn’t tell him anything, I’d live better if he did not
meddle with my shit, believe me,” Law replied before I could
finish my sentence. I looked back at the blond and shrugged,
“I don’t really know why it’s relevant,” I started, my face
heating up. What was one supposed to do in this situation? I
was not about to tell that stranger what turned me on, even
though he seemed to have pinpointed the right thing. Denying
sounded like a nice option though.

“You’re not making it easier on me,” The blond glanced at

Law, asking him to help out without words. He had seemed
cocky enough to preach what he did many times with Law but
was starting to get cold feet. Law quirked a brow and asked
me to get up, which I did with him, my eyes still riveted on
Rosinante. I was then brought to the bedroom, feeling
Rosinante’s intense gaze following us. Once we were inside
the room, Law left the door open and approached me.

“The offer is simple, do you want to hear it?” He pulled me

closer, sliding his hands inside the bathrobe to rest them on my
hips, his thumbs brushing over the skin oh so delicately. “Go
ahead, I’m really curious of what you might offer that won’t
be ruined by your great colleague-“ “The attitude stays outside
the bedroom, let’s start again. Do you want to hear the offer?”
He breathed right next to my ear more sternly, his grip on my
hips was tighter.

I held his forearm and held back a huff, mumbled, “Yes sir” I
don’t believe I had said it in front of him, ever, since we learnt
about one another. And it felt ten times worse than saying it to
a stranger online, this time I could see the smirk on his face
when he looked at me with a certain pride, my body was
burning up from simply folding, submitting, over nothing. And
I was enjoying it.

“He likes to watch, you like to be looked at, you like being the
center of attention,” he explained slowly. His hands were now
gripping the lapel of the bathrobe, I held his hands to stop
them from removing the item just yet. “I don’t know… it
seemed like you didn’t want to do any of this, earlier. You
seemed angry at him, maybe we shouldn’t have him here,” I
said softly, earning an earnest smile from the man in front of
me as he cradled my face in his hands.

“Because he is wasting my time while I could be having you

on your knees, your mouth eager to do your best to please
me…” My eyes widened, his action was tender, but his words
were salacious, and yet it mixed so well together. “Or maybe
tonight could be all about you, I believe I promised I’d tie you
up to the bedpost, or maybe we could work on more
discipline, I remember you enjoyed it greatly,” He paused and
gauged my reactions. I was breathing more heavily than
moments ago, recalling his promises.

The more he talked, the more I felt this need to prove I could
take whatever he gave me. I wanted him to praise me like he
did so many times before, I wanted him to be able to flaunt
me, and what better way to do so than to give him a show, to
him and his friend. “He doesn’t join, he just watches, right?” I
asked in a low tone, my eyes darting at the blond who was
watching us from the dining table. He had his elbow resting on
the table, his head leaning on his fist while smiling lazily.
“That’s the plan, it’s purely sexual,” Law forced me to look at
him, his fingers on my chin, “Just because he’s there doesn’t
mean I won’t be taking care of you, it’s sexual for him, but it’s
something different for us, understood?”

“I just ignore him, then?”

“No, no, you better be fully aware of him, know you’re being
watched…” He slowly helped me shrug off the bathrobe,
placing himself in front of me to block the sight to Rosinante.
“And I’d expect my girl to give us a show I know she’s
capable of, so do you agree?” This was exciting, I never
expected to be part of something like this. And with or without
the blond man in the other room, I would have still felt over
the moon knowing what Law was about to do to me. “Yes, do
we still use the colours? In case I want to stop, for any specific
reason- not that I think I will use it, I trust you-“

“Colours, yes. But remember that even if you trust me, you
can stop everything. The moment it’s too much, not that I aim
for it to be, you tell me. Are we clear?” There was real worry
in his eyes, and I couldn’t help but roll my eyes playfully but
nodded. Wanting to get started, I looked at him with a
widening smile and let my hand wander to the knot of his
sweatpants.
“I do remember our conversations you know, no need to repeat
yourself,” I started, “And you haven’t fucked my brains out
enough for me to forget it, just yet. Maybe it was an empty
promise,” I was stopped dead in my tracks by his hand
gripping mine.

“Then you remember I said to be patient, and to leave the

attitude out of the bedroom,” He said in faux-politeness as he
pulled me closer, his hand let go of mine to pull at the leash-
like rope around my neck. I huffed a chuckle and looked at
him, satisfied.
“The door’s open, it came back rushing in,” I breathed out,
talking about the attitude I supposedly left outside the room.

Law watched me a moment before humming, a dark smile on

his lips, “You want to play it like that, let’s,” he stepped away
from me and I felt a shiver run down my spine, I wanted to get
things heated because it had started quieting down, but now I
had a price to pay. I had barely done anything, but Law
jumped on the occasion to take the attitude down a notch. He
grinned mischievously and told me to follow him as he sat at
the edge of the bed and told me to kneel in front of him.

“Are you serious-“ “Color?”

I huffed, “Green.”
“Then I’m deadly serious, on your knees.” His tone was stern,
but his face showed something else. His half-lidded eyes
watched me make way towards him and stop right in front of
him. I threw a quick glance at the blond through the doorway
and saw him with the seat fully facing the room and his hands
on his lap for now. He gestured for me to go on. My eyes
widened at that, does he expect me to listen to him? I looked
back at Law and instead of kneeling in front of him, I placed
my hands on his shoulders and moved one of my leg over his
to straddle him.

He gripped the back of my legs tight to get me off of him,

“Are you acting out on purpose, to give Cora a show? Is this
what’s going on?” He asked, while standing up, power
dripping off his voice. I wanted to tell him no, but I think I did.
It felt weird to submit in front of someone other than Law, and
I wanted to put it off as long as I could. I looked to the side
once more, this time Law gripped my chin forcefully to make
me look at him, “Is my girl getting shy?” He asked as he
tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, his lips grazing my lobe.
“I’ll say it only once: when I ask you a question, you answer,
go,” He slid his hand to the back of my neck and made me
look at him.

“I’m not shy, I’m just not used to this- and you surprised me
with asking me to get on my knees,” I whispered back,
noticing the grin that spread on his face.
“Don’t play the innocent act, I recall you were very eager to
suck your toy off when it was just you and me, correct?” He
breathed against my neck as his fingers slipped over the rope
to grab my ass and bring my leg over his, still standing up. His
other hand grazed over my ass, then I felt his fingers brush
between my legs and gasped. I gripped his hand before trying
to have his fingers touch my clit, but it had the opposite effect.

Grunting, he slapped my hand off his and held me in place,

“Look at you, grinding against my fingers already. Don’t tell
me you’re that desperate yet?”
“I’m not, you’re talking more than you’re doing, right now,” I
regretted it instantly when a scowl formed on his forehead,
quickly turning into an expression that said he accepted the
challenge.

“That needy look of yours says something else. Here, I’ll help
you out, but first,” He stepped away from me and sat on the
bed, his legs open wide, “First we’ll put you back in your
place. I have the perfect gag for that pretty mouth of yours,”

I was about to kneel when I noticed he was still fully dressed,

when I reached for his shirt, he gripped my wrists tight.
“That’s one too many, if you’re in a bratty mood then all I’ll
have to do is discipline you, don’t you agree?” I agree,
whispering a ‘yes sir’ which made him laugh as he told me to
get on my knees, hands behind my back. He then stood up and
went to the drawer behind me. I did as he told me, knowing I
had crossed the limit but couldn’t help but feel excited.
“We’re going to test that patience of yours, look at me,” When
I did, a smirk pulled the corner of his lips. I followed his form
until he was sitting in front of me, I could see the bulge in his
pants that at this point demanded to be freed, when I glanced
at it, Law’s smirk only widened. “Let me tell you how good
you look on your knees like that,” He praised as he leaned
back only slightly on one of his hand as the other held what I
believe was a riding crop. The latter placed itself under my
chin to raise it up, “Here’s what’s going to happen: you use
that mouth for something good, no touching, if I see you trying
to move your hands….” He trailed off and looked at the riding
crop.

“Then I strike you.”

He paused, gauging my reaction. And from the way my breath

hitched in my throat, he had guessed I would enjoy it. “If you
want to stop, you make a peace sign with your hand behind
your back, understood?” I nodded, and he told me to do one
right now to make sure I understood. Once I did, he smiled
genuinely and pulled out his cock from his sweatpants. It was
now fully erected and while I had seen it through different
pictures, I wanted it more now. He stroked his cock lazily a
few times, then beckoned me to come closer, “Open your
mouth,” he slid it in slowly, praising me as he did so, “There
we go, good girl,”

Instinctively, I was about to move my hands to grab the base

of his cock but was struck before I could do so. I moaned at
the stinging pain, breathing through my nose before starting to
bob my head the best I could without the balance of my hand.
I started licking him slowly, making sure to let my tongue
press the tip of his cock more than the rest, suckling on the tip
from time to time. I relished in the groans it elated from him.
His free hand slid to the base of my neck, maybe he was
unsure of how I’d react if he did more.
Dragging my lips back and forth on his length, making sure to
use my tongue around it, I twirled my tongue around his tip,
looking him dead in the eyes. “Grab my hair, are you the one
feeling shy now, doc?” I licked my lips when he grabbed a
fistful of hair and pulled my head back to have me look at him
from a different angle. I gasped at the pain, my mouth open yet
smiling, so was he. He was smiling smugly as he looked down
at me, enjoying the sight a lot more than he was showing it. I
moved a bit to use my heel to get some friction and was struck
down to stop.

Chuckling breathlessly, I quirked a brow, it only unnerved him

more, “You’re being a lot more disobedient when we have
company, I can’t have him think you’re untamed now, can I?”
He breathed against my lips, I closed my eyes, expecting a kiss
from him but was met with a leathery texture. Opening my
eyes, I realized Law was brushing the riding crop over my lips,
I opened my mouth once more, he did not wait to brush it over
my tongue. Giving it a little tap, startling me before bringing
his hand that was holding it, over my shoulder.

“So desperate for it, so eager… But so, fucking, insubordinate-

if you want it so bad you better start taking it,” He breathed,
“And it’s: yes sir, not doc,” Without further warning, he
shoved my head over his cock, and I moaned around it when I
felt it hit the back of my throat. It made him laugh
breathlessly, groaning at the same time as he kept guiding my
head onto his cock. When I hollowed my cheeks around it, a
sigh escaped his lips and he paused for a moment, leaning in.
Before he could speak, I uttered, “Did I say you could stop?”

His brows raised and all playfulness was gone from his eyes,
mine widened and I felt a shiver run down my spine. Fuck, I
shouldn’t have done that, I thought as I straightened my back,
about to move my hands to hold his thighs, I was struck down
before I could do anything. The moan that escaped my lips
was more embarrassing than anything, I could feel a rush of
heat coursing through my body. He let go of my hair and
instead gripped my jaw tightly, “I can’t praise you when
you’re being anything but good,” He said sternly,

“From what I’m seeing, you want it rough, and I’m ready to
give it…” He trailed off, his eyes traveling over my form
while his finger brushed over my drooling lips, “Unless you
make it up to me, and stop fighting me,” I averted my eyes,
thinking, but quickly looked back at Law when he tutted me,
saying “Eyes over here,”

“Keep that little game up and I promise, I’ll have you tied up
in the middle of the bed with a toy inside you and no fucking
relief,” He said loud enough for Rosinante to hear it, I tried to
glance at him but had Law’s leg in the way and huffed, “Or
you give up the reins, and let me lead the dance,” He
continued, his finger pulling my lip down before opening my
mouth, his thumb on my teeth. I licked it without answering,
hands still behind my back.

“So, what do you say, are you going to be good now?” I

nodded. He struck me down, I gasped in pleasure feeling the
new spot on my back sting more than the other times, “What
did I say? Words.”
With his finger still in my mouth, I articulated the best I could,
“I’ll be good, sir. I’m sorry-“ “You will be, let’s have you
apologize properly hm? Open wide,” Once again, I took him
in, I did not waste time to try and take him deeper than I had
before, making him moan out of breath as his hand settled
under my chin on my throat. He wasn’t gripping it tightly; If
anything, I believe he was feeling the bulge of his cock in my
throat and getting off on knowing he did that.

I saw his composure slip as he leaned back and started bucking

his hips in my mouth, “That’s it, take it- all- like a good- little-
pet-“ Each words were emphasized by a thrust, I tried to meet
them all and could feel tears streaming down my face at the
effort it took fort me not to gag. Sounds of our heavy
breathings and moans, mixed with groans of pleasure, echoed
on the walls until he pulled out. He had stopped himself before
reaching climax and was still very hard, I licked his cock clean
before wiping my mouth and chin on his pants.

With a lazy smile, he leaned in and grabbed the rope to pull

me closer, his lips ghosting over mine, “Are you going to
behave, now?”
Raised on my knees, I tried to meet his lips, but he struck me
without thinking twice about it, “A question, an answer, is it so
hard?” I shook my head, gulping and replied in a sore voice,
“I’ll behave, sir.” He then whispered, “Good girl,” before
bringing me into a kiss, tender at first but it quickly turned
more hungry, more needy. I wanted to bring him closer, taking
his face in my hands to feel him but focused on keeping my
hands behind my back.

He must have sensed my struggle since he broke the kiss to

look at me intently, “While you do look good on your
knees…” He let go of the rope and stood up, making sure to
take the riding crop with him. I tensed when I felt it touch my
back, knowing how raw my skin was, and how it still felt like
it was burning. Yet, I wanted to lean in, and I was ready to beg
for more. But instead, I looked straight ahead, and waited.
“When I say good, I mean, exquisite…” I moved my hands to
my lap, thinking it’d be better for him.

I was wrong. “I didn’t say you could do that,” Another hit, this
time at the juncture of my shoulder blade and my neck,
another breathless moan, another quick move as I brought my
hands back in my back. I was startled once more when I felt
his presence over me, his lips brushing over my ear, “I knew
you’d make the most sinful sounds,” His teeth grazed the shell
of my ear, biting it just enough to feel them.
“But I think seeing the tears rolling down your face,” he
started, gripping my chin tightly to make me look up at him,
my jaw clenched, “… and your pretty mouth fucked out,
unable to talk back, that’s how I want it,” He continued, his
eyes riveted on the drying tears on my cheeks as his thumb
brushed over them. He then leaned over and placed a kiss on
my forehead, “You did good. Now, let’s get my girl in a more
comfortable position, what do you say?” I didn’t move but
whispered back in agreement. It made him laugh as he let go
of my face and told me that I could move.

I had to hold onto his arm when I stood up and wobbled.

Having stayed on my knees too long made my articulations
hurt but it felt good to finally be standing, it did not last long
when Law had me lay down on my back after making sure I
was alright. “I’m alright, in fact I could have taken it a bit
longer, if you want to know,” I told him teasingly, talking
about his thrusts in my throat. He stopped mid-way, a knee on
the bed, still wearing his pants. “Your sore voice says
otherwise,” he replied in a tone just as light, he gave me a once
over before leaning to the side and getting an unopened bottle
of water from the side of the bed.

“If you’re still that eager, we better take care of you before any
more fun, mh?” Opening it, he told me to drink some more
before continuing, I reached out for the bottle and saw that my
hands were slightly shaking. I thought it wasn’t noticeable
until Law scooted closer and was ready to help me drink. I
simply took the bottle from his hand, brought a pillow to cover
my front and took large gulps, maybe letting some spill down
my chin and over my throat.

Law watched me carefully, an interested smile on his face,

“It’s funny how you’re trying to act decent by covering
yourself, and yet, intentionally bring my attention to you,” He
took the bottle from my hand and put it on the nightstand
before pushing me down and throwing the pillow away. His
lips latched onto my throat as he licked the trickling drop
away, starting from the bottom to finally reach my chin where
he kissed my lips softly. “Let’s ruin that made-up sense of
decency and make it as debauched as we can,”

Kissing him back, I chuckled at how promising it sounded and

suggested enthusiastically, “Then let’s start by taking those
pants off,” When I slithered my hands to the string of his
pants, he quickly pinned them over my head making me yelp
in surprise, and excitement once more. I wrapped my hands
the best I could around his, or at least touched the back of his
hand with the tip of my fingers, “Let’s make something clear,
because you seem to forget I’m the one who’s leading this
dance,” He started, his free hand hovering right above my
breast as he very delicately ghosted his finger over my nipple,
making me gasp when I felt the wetness from his skin.

I looked at him more carefully and saw him dip his finger
inside the water bottle to just have me even more sensitive as
he brushed it against my skin. All the while playing with my
nipples, he spoke, “That mouth of yours is allowed to do four
things. One, answer when I ask a question, two, beg, three,
moan, four, scream my fucking name. Is that understood?”
Although he asked it in a stern tone, making sure I was going
to obey and not act out, I couldn’t help the smile on my face as
I nodded, “Yes, sir,” I was thoroughly enjoying the sight of
him with his lips, mere breaths away from my nipple.

Looking at him expectantly, I bit the inside of my lips as he

approached closer and closer, his breath cooling the wetness
on my skin. I let out a satisfied sigh when I felt his warm
tongue balancing the coldness of my hardened nipple.
Thinking he was solely focused on my breasts; I was surprised
when I felt his hand slowly travel down my stomach and to my
thighs. He paused there and drummed his fingers there a
moment before starting to draw little patterns with the tip of
his fingers. I wasn’t getting anything. His tongue was working
on my breasts, but that was it. I wanted more, I needed more.

So, I threw a glance at the door, but I couldn’t see anything

from this angle. Casting my pride aside, I mumbled Law’s
name, followed by, “Please…” He stopped everything, and
quirked a brow, a smug smile on his lips, “I didn’t quite catch
that, pet. A bit louder, go ahead,” His tongue resumed its work
on my nipples, this time his hands joining. I was trying to arch
my back to feel him more, my breathing getting only heavier,
it made it impossible to not feel the ropes around my form.
“I’m not hearing anything, maybe I should stop-“ “Please,
sir… Please, more, everything,”

“Good girl,” He breathed against my lips before pressing his

against mine very slowly, his tongue prying my mouth open as
he deepened the kiss. It heated up quickly, I threaded my
hands through his hair to pull him closer only to have him
laugh breathlessly as he broke the kiss. “Show me how bad
you want it,” He sat back on the bed, still between my legs and
wrapped my legs around his hips, he started kissing my inner
thigh softly as he spoke, “I’ll be right there, and you will be
touching yourself for me,”

Sitting up, I quickly moved my hands behind my back to show

him I wasn’t doing anything with them, and saw the grin
displayed on his lips. I continued, “Law- really? No, please, I
don’t want to wait any longer, please?” Pulling me closer by
my thighs, I gasped and almost lost balance but gripped his
forearms tightly. “You’ll wait, because I told you to. You want
to be good, don’t you?” A shiver ran down my spine, I looked
off to the side but didn’t reply. He continued, “You think I
forgot, all that we talked about those past few nights?” He
whispered against my ear.

“How desperate you were for me to guide you, obeying each

of my command…” He left a kiss behind my ear, trailing to
the side of my neck, the hair on my body rose, I was thrilled. I
felt his hand travel up my body, to one of my arms, down to
my hand were the held me a moment, “And how little time it
took for you to show off,” He brought my hand between our
body, I reached for his pants but he tutted me, “to spread those
legs,” He spread his, spreading mine in the process, “and to
touch yourself to the sound of my voice?” I wasn’t looking at
him, instead my eyes were focused on his body, on how his
hand felt around mine.

“Not with your friend here, please,” I whispered hesitantly. It

felt more intimate like this, to touch yourself in front of
someone, than being literally fucked in front of someone, I
was afraid Law would find it annoying but instead he
chuckled. “He left a moment ago, when I brought you on the
bed, I told him to leave,” He explained. I rose to my knees to
look behind Law’s back and indeed saw that no one was on the
chair, I felt more comfortable to do as Law suggested, but
wanted to hear more of him. When I sat back, my legs still
around his hips, he looked at me with a look of almost-hunger.

I chuckled nervously, never leaving his gaze. With a smug

smile, his free hand caressed my throat slowly. “That doesn’t
mean we’re done, I believe I was reminding you of how
obedient you were before and how much you misbehaved
tonight, mh?” “I’m good now, I promise,” I said clearly, not
wanting to let it transpire that I kind of enjoyed how he
handled the attitude.
“Then, show me how good you are, pet,” He guided my hand
between my legs, and pressed my fingers with his, right
behind my hand. “I’m sure you know what to do from there,” I
nodded, and did exactly as he wanted, to help I rested my
forehead on his shoulder and closed my eyes to focus more but
was quickly stopped.

“That won’t do, show me your pretty face,” When I did, he

smiled and pressed his lips on my throat, “That’s it, a lot
better, good girl,” I let out a shaky breath upon hearing the
words, and had to hold myself back from leaning back on his
shoulder. It became harder when his tongue trailed down my
neck, leaving hickeys all over it, but he was still talking
between as he busied himself,

Isn’t it easier like that? To do exactly as I tell you. I find it

easier to praise my girl when she is acting like the good girl, I
know she is. Not when she’s bratting out. Needy for my cock.
Eager to get fucked. Desperately clinging onto the power. Not
letting go of it. But we both know you relish in being
powerless, don’t you? Being told what to do. I can see how
much you enjoy it. Look at you, fucking yourself on my lap. If
you keep making those sounds, I won’t be able to hold back,
doll.

Meeting his gaze once more, I said his name in the most
desperate way I could. I didn’t want him to hold back, I
wanted him to fuck me. Feeling myself getting close, I stopped
and held onto Law’s shoulders before starting to roll my hips
over his. He groaned and stopped talking, instead he gripped
my hips forcefully to hold me in place. “Such a needy little
thing, aren’t you?” He didn’t wait for my answer to throw me
on my back and take off his pants. He reached out for the
drawer in his nightstand and pulled out a condom before
kneeling back between my legs and rolling the condom on.

“Seeing how fucking needy you are, I would be tempted to see

how many times I can make you cum until you’re finally
satiated,” He looked me up and down before smirking, “But I
think you’ve had quite a ride tonight,” I nodded, arching my
back at the feeling of the sheets brushing against my pained
back. Grinning, Law slid a hand between my leg and hovered
there a moment, “Did you go a good job, or do I need to finger
you myself?” It wasn’t a need more than a want, I would never
say no to feeling his hands in me, on me, touching me, playing
me like a toy.
I wanted to tell him, “Law, just fuck me,” but I knew he
wouldn’t like that, there was a power dynamic at play right
now, I had to remember that. Yet I was also tempted to taunt
him, get him more riled up but thought against it. It took some
restraint, but I said, “I’m good-“ “Oh, I know you are, you are
being very good, and I’m sure you’ll feel just as,” his elbows
hooked under my knees, he did not waste time and started
sheathing himself slowly, groaning in the process.

A satisfied smile made its way on my lips, it felt so good,

feeling him stretching me out, his hands gripping my legs with
so much force it made the experience only more ecstatic. I
pulled myself closer to him, making him hiss as he tried to
hold back more sounds of pleasure from escaping his lips.
Once he was fully in, he leaned in a moment, the muscles in
my thighs were stretching but I was loving it. “What if I kept
you like this?” I looked at him wide-eyed, about to refuse, but
he continued, “That expression on your face, I’ll be sure to do
it another time, but I want to make good use of my fucktoy
tonight.”

Pressing a kiss to my cheek, he trailed down and nibble the

skin of my neck, “That’s what you are, mm? A good girl, but
also my pretty little fucktoy,” He wanted me to say it, it felt
weird to say it out loud, it didn’t want to roll of my tongue.

Bucking his hips inside me, Law grunted, “I asked you a

question,” I let out a breathless pant, my head diving in the
pillows, “Sure, yes, I’m your fucktoy,” I huffed, trying to meet
his hips once more, but he held me in place and pinned my
hands over my head once more, his free hand turning my face
to look at him. “Try again, without the attitude, I want to see
your embarrassed face, I did say I’d ruin that silly pride of
yours, did I not?” He asked rhetorically as he started thrusting
very slowly inside me.
Meeting his gaze, I felt my body heat up and stared at him the
best I could, my mouth gasping soundlessly at each of his
thrusts. When I closed my eyes to enjoy it more, he stopped,
“You’re not going to get it, if you don’t say it, I am a patient
man,” The way my name rolled of his tongue, made it a lot
more sinful than I thought it could be. The staring contest
lasted a few moments before I let it leave my mouth in a low
tone, when I looked off to the side, I was tutted again and
forced myself to look at him, jaw clenched, “I am your
fucktoy, sir.”

The smug smile on his face made me believe I was done with
this, but his grip on my hands tightened when he leaned in and
kissed me softly. It felt warm, and reassuring, unlike the grin
that was now displayed on his lips, “Guess I’ll have to make
you say it with more enthusiasm,” The pace of his thrusts
quickened and deepened, each followed by a grunt. The
expression on his face didn’t change, he was looking at me as
if challenging me, I did not even try to match it, I was
enjoying it too much.

Mouth wide open, moans escaping my throat, back arched to

meet each of his thrusts, my legs wrapped tighter around him
to try and keep him deep inside me. My heels were digging his
back, soon his thrusting was accompanied by soft praises,
telling me how good I made him feel, how much he was
enjoying the sight of me splayed out for him like that. My
breath was erratic, I had a harder time to breath with the ropes,
but I could still breathe well enough. It felt so good. I hadn’t
realized I had begged for more until I heard his chuckle,
“You’re taking me so well, let’s see how good you’ll do when
you’re on your knees,” He pulled out and told me to turn
around.

With shaky limbs, I did as he gestured and pressed my chest

on the bed, my hands on each side of my head, my ass up. As
his hands caressed my ass, his cock teasing me, he leaned over
and in a gentle voice asked my color, “Green, green,” I
repeated it in case he hadn’t heard me with my head pressed
against the mattress. One of his hand gently placed itself on
my head and brushed my hair softly, before tracing his hand
on my back, grazing his nails on my skin on the way. I
whimpered at the sudden feeling, feeling even more elated.

Without further warning, he slid his cock back in and started

fucking me senseless, he did not take his time. He was going
in wildly, slamming hips against his without ever stopping. I
was moaning loudly, my hands gripping the sheets, when I
tried to move one of my hand to touch my clit, he laughed and
told me to not move them. I whined, thinking I wouldn’t get
any of that heaven sent pleasure, but was caught off guard
when one of his hand did exactly what I needed. His finger
was playing with my clit, all the while his cock was being
rammed mercilessly inside me.

When my teeth clenched around the sheet to try to hold back

my loud moaning, Law only went harder but more erratically,
“I believe I said your mouth could do four things, mind
reminding them to me?” I nodded against the mattress, but
didn’t go ahead, I felt him move and felt the sudden stinging
pain of the riding crop hitting my ass. A half-pain, half-
pleasure gasp left my lips, as I obeyed, “Answer your-
questions,” I breathed, wanting to cover my mouth when I
interrupted myself by panting more groans. “Beg,” a strong
thrust, a moan, “moan,” and again. “Scream your name-“ I felt
his lips pressed against my neck as he whispered a praise,
“That’s my girl,”

“Now, since you’re being so good, I’ll tell you what’s going to
happen, yes?” I nodded, he lazily played with my clit as his
thrusts slowed down while he talked, “If by the time you’re
going to cum, you haven’t admitted you’re my pretty little
fucktoy,” he threaded his fingers through my hair and lifted
my head to have me look at him, “And mean it, then I’ll stop,
understood?” I looked at him through tired eyes, and yet with
surprise. He wouldn’t do that, would he? As he if heard my
thought, he smiled at me, a smile that told me he was entirely
willing to do so. “Yes, sir.”

The fingers that were threaded through my hair slid to my

cheek and caressed it gently, “You’re so beautiful like that,
let’s have you even more fucked out, mh?” Just like that, he
resumed his thrusting. It wasn’t as consistent as before,
making it harder to get used to the pace. When he hit the spot,
I panted out his name and regretted right away, “Right- there?
-“ he bucked his hips each time, making me let out high-
pitched whimpers. He leaned over, and whispered, out of
breath, “Time’s running out, pretty girl,” I couldn’t look at
him.

I was getting closer and closer at each thrust, my ability to

speak getting lost on the way but it couldn’t let it happen. I
had to tell him, but I was getting a bit foggy and out of it from
how good I felt, yet I managed to utter between the melody of
pleasure leaving my mouth, “Please- let me cum- I’m- fuck,
your fucktoy- Law-“ A very satisfied grunt left his throat,
while my face burnt hotter than fire, it was embarrassing to
say so out loud, “Turn around, I want to see that pretty face of
yours when I make you cum,”

When I did, I tried to cover my face, but he moved my hands

away, pining them over my head once more. “There, was it
that hard? Look at you, you can’t be shy when moments ago
you were practically begging for my cock,” “Law, fuck me,
please,” I breathed out tiredly, needily, his expression lost its
arrogance for a moment and was filled with surprise before
returning to the cocky one. Without another word, he fucked
me senseless as promised. It was wild, rough, I tried to bring
his hand to my neck, but he only shook his head and told me
not tonight before focusing back on the sensation of my walls
around his cock.

At this pace, we were both reaching our peak in no time. His

thrusts were erratic, I was being loud but didn’t try to cover it,
I knew he was enjoying it a lot and wanted him to feel as good
as he made me feel. The mix of his cock hitting the perfect
spot, his fingers stimulating my clit along the constricted
feeling of the ropes around my chest brought me closer to
release. I felt my toes curl as my back arched, the praising that
flooded from Law’s mouth made me break, the knot inside my
stomach snapped and I felt myself go limp. Law joined me
soon, finishing off before pulling out.

I was a bit dazed, but at some point, I saw Law kneel on the
side of the bed with a washcloth and ointment. He first undid
the ropes around my form, it took some time. I looked at him
through tired eyes the entire time, he was focused but when he
looked at me, a small smile was painted on his face. “You did
good, we’ll talk more about that later-“ “I’m good right now,
what do we talk about?” I slurred, was I that tired?

“First, let’s take care of you. It was a bit rougher than I

expected,” He said softly, when he was done with the ropes, he
helped me lay on my stomach and covered my butt with a
blanket as he put some ointment on my back. Maybe it was
because I was only half-awake, or perhaps it was because I
was dozing off even more with the massage I was receiving as
he spread the ointment on my back, but I spoke, “I want to do
this again… not right now, not all the time, because I think I’d
like to just have casual sex with you along sessions like this
too,”

With my head resting on my arms, I glanced at Law, “But also

go on a date, or more than one,” I mumbled against my arms.
Law hadn’t answered yet and was now drying his hands as he
handed me a shirt. For a moment, I thought I had fucked up
once again. That I should have just left after the sex, but not
only was I physically unable to do so at this instant, but I also
did not want to. “You are aware my schedule is fucked up?”

“That didn’t stop you from sexting a stranger from your office,
did it?” I asked teasingly, making a blush appear on his cheeks
as he stood up and put everything away. I only now realized he
had dressed up once more. “What I’m saying is that, we can
make it work if we want to, and… I don’t mind having
online… fun if we’re both a bit busy but horny, you know?” a
snort escaped his lips as he left the room and came back just as
quickly with a plate in hand.

“Would you be willing to go to charity galas? Because if we’re

dating, there will be a lot of those,” He said softly, his cheeks
still tainted with pink. I looked up at him curiously as I put on
the shirt and sat up, groaning as I felt the soreness that was
settling. “Would I have to wear a fancy outfit and look super
hot?” I asked half-jokingly while taking the food he handed
me. It felt so fucking good to eat after such an intense effort.

Smiling genuinely, he nodded, “Yes, and maybe even add a

little accessory, I think you’ve heard of it, it’s called a
vibrating egg-“ “Law! Fuck off- it was- no, you know what?
Let’s! I think it could be fun, but you can’t blame me if I pull
you to the side when it’s too much- plus we were talking
casually, did you have to bring that up?” I asked rhetorically,
this time my cheeks were aflame. But we were both smiling,
and when he placed a hand on my knee reassuringly and I
placed mine on his.

“It’s a strange situation but I think something good can come

out of it, do we give it a try?” We had both talked about being
willing to do this, but this time asking it like that felt a bit
frightening. I feel like he could still refuse, and I was afraid of
it, but still waited. “I’ll try my best to keep you entertained,
Edelweiss,” He put an emphasis on my username before
leaning in and kissing me softly. We both smiled into the kiss,
feeling a lot better than we did when it started, almost content.

Boredom makes you do crazy things, lack of free time too…

but I think boredom won’t be a concern of mine no more, and
no matter how busy I’ll be I’ll surely find some entertainment
with the prettiest surgeon I would soon call partner, of more
than research purposes.
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