Chapter Twelve: Dominance

She was different in bed, and he liked it. OOC.

"Sir Meliodas."

Though she still called him with the proper title, it was in a much different tone. His hands were tied to the bedposts, and his pupils were dilated. He could easily break free if he pleased, but just the thought of her in control did things to him that he would not easily admit.

Her gentle hand had a tight grip on his cock, and she stroked it slowly. Meliodas struggled ever so slightly against his bonds, but he did not break them. "Sir Meliodas, does this feel good?"

Swallowing, he choked out, "Yes."

Elizabeth smiled. "Good boy." She increased the pace of her strokes, and it took everything Meliodas had not to thrust into her hand. Elizabeth giggled at his struggle and climbed over Meliodas, already dripping wet.

"Elizabeth, please," Meliodas begged, and Elizabeth shot him a haughty smirk. "Elizabeth, I need you."

She placed her slippery entrance at the tip of his dick and wiggled her bottom, teasing him. She teased the head with small circles, and Meliodas moaned throatily, his hips rising off the bed. "Tell me how bad you want it," she said.

"Elizabeth, I'll do anything. You say the word, and I'll do it," Meliodas said seriously. He wasn't joking around, either. He meant every word.

Elizabeth sighed and grabbed her breasts as she sank down onto him. "Yes," she hissed. Sitting on his hips, she tweaked his nipples as she began grinding her clit on his stomach. She sat back on her knees, leaving only the tip inside her. Meliodas almost sobbed he was that desperate. "Good boys get their reward," she whispered, and she slammed herself back down onto him.

Meliodas moaned loudly as she rode him quickly, feeling her sweet juices seep onto his stomach. Her flesh encased him warmly, and he could honestly believe that this was heaven on earth.

Her breaths came out in high-pitched moans, and she had her hands on his chiseled chest for support.

She keened and threw her head back as he brushed a particularly sensitive spot inside her and started twisting her hips in such a way that it was constantly hit. "Sir Meliodaaaas," she groaned, saliva escaping the corners of her mouth.

Meliodas could take no more. He ripped the cords of the rope off of himself and pinned Elizabeth to the bed, never withdrawing from her tight heat.

"You little tease," he growled, nipping at her earlobe. Elizabeth shivered and hugged his hips with her legs. Meliodas pumped inside her rapidly and bit down on her shoulder, causing Elizabeth to tighten.

"Faster. Harder." She was commanding him, demanding her pleasure. Meliodas couldn't deny her when she spoke to him like that. He was never good at teasing.

Elizabeth grabbed at Meliodas's back, digging her nails into his shoulder blades and leaving trails of pink skin.

Sucking on her neck, his hips moved faster, and Elizabeth hands entangled themselves in his hair, urging him on. "I'm close," he whispered, and Elizabeth whined.

"Make me come, Meliodas." She only ever dropped the title when she was about to come, and Meliodas knew to quicken his thrusts, his abdomen clenching with pleasure.

She came first underneath him, hugging him close to her. She whimpered and cried before she collapsed, body practically limp. "Meliodas," she murmured, cupping his face. "Come inside me."

Another order he could not disobey. Meliodas pumped inside her three more times before spilling inside her with a groan, careful not to fall on her fragile body.

They lay side by side for a few moments before Elizabeth grabbed his hand. She caressed his cheek and smiled softly at him. Meliodas returned that smile. "I love you," she whispered, and Meliodas grinned widely.

"Elizabeth, you really are the only one for me."

And that concludes Only One.

Thank you guys for sticking with it. I enjoyed myself, and I hope you did, too.

I might write some more Seven Deadly Sins stuff, but for now, I'm taking a much needed break from fanfiction.

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-mocha