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Ada’s fingers pinched the last chocolate in the box. She brought it to her lips and chewed it slowly, savoring the melty taste on her tongue. Every piece in the heart-shaped box had a different flavor to it. Milk, white, dark, strawberry, caramel, sea salt and more. Leon had eaten through all of them except for just one piece with pink strips of icing atop the chocolate shell.
“Stealing, are you?”
Ada flicked her eyes up to the doorway that separated the kitchen from the living room. Leon had excused himself to take their frosting-covered plates to the sink. Ada had used the opportunity to swipe herself a piece.
She gave him a smirk and swallowed.
“It’s cherry,” she said. “You don’t like that flavor anyway.” She gave him a playful shrug. “Besides, I bought it. I should get a piece.”
Leon smirked.
“You don’t really get the concept of a ‘gift’ do you?”
“Oh, I do. I just find taking is a lot more fun.”
"Is the cherry flavor good?"
"It's sweet enough." Ada gave him a look. "You should know, though...I prefer black cherry over red."
Leon chuckled.
"Duly noted," he said.
He returned to his spot on the couch next to her. On the table next to a burning candle was a half-eaten red velvet cake, heart-shaped with white icing. The one Ada insisted he make and bring over, since it was her favorite and his recipe was better than anything she’d ever had before. In return, she brought over the chocolates.
“Kind of unfair I have to spend hours baking in the kitchen while you just have to buy a box,” Leon teased. He rested his arm on the couch behind her.
“These chocolates are from a master chocolatier shop in Switzerland," Ada said. “Very expensive, and hard to sneak past while on a mission.”
She swirled her tongue around in her mouth, residual chocolate still melting inside.
“You want it back?” she asked with a grin.
Leon chuckled again and licked the bottom of his lip. He pressed his mouth to Ada,s and sighed into the kiss. He could taste the sweetness in her mouth, the delectable dessert that melted from his tongue to his. Ada hummed and held the back of Leon’s head in her hand.
The two of them rarely got to spend this much time together. The jobs of agent and spy were demanding ones, requiring one to travel the world on deadly missions at the drop of a dime. Not to mention there was the issue of Ada being a criminal. Leon could only imagine what would happen if anyone from the U.S. government found out he was in a relationship with one of the underworld’s deadliest spies. And the thought excited him more than he dared to admit.
So, the two of them found days where they could meet in secret. A new location almost every time, somewhere untraceable. This time, it was on Valentine’s Day, at Ada’s newest hideaway apartment. With a few candles, bottles of wine and cake, the place was perfectly designed for a rendezvous.
Ada broke the kiss first.
“By the way,” she said. “Do you remember that bottle of wine from that first night you came over?”
Leon grinned and nodded. About a year ago, after Leon had returned home from the Baby Eagle mission in Spain, Ada had sent him over the jacket he lost. After that, he found his way to her on what happened to be her birthday. One red velvet cake and bottle of red wine later, she was gripping his hair while his tongue was buried inside her. The first of many secret nights the two would share together.
“I thought we finished the whole thing,” Ada said. She untangled herself from Leon on the couch and sauntered over to the kitchen. She returned a few moments later, the bottle in one hand and two glasses in the other. “Turns out, there’s a little bit left. Enough for two drinks.”
Leon chuckled.
“I had so much to drink that night, I thought we killed it,” he said.
Ada handed him a glass and she filled them both. They clinked glasses in a toast, and Leon brought it to his lips. Immediately, the memory of the night hit him. The taste of red velvet in his mouth. The taste of Ada in his mouth.
“Still taste good?” Ada asked. She stood in front of him, swirling the wine around in her glass.
Leon swallowed slowly, his Adam’s apple bobbing, and he smirked.
“Not as good as you,” he said.
Ada gave him a playful shove and he fell back on the couch. She straddled on top of him, balancing the wine glass in her hand. It was at this moment a strange feeling overcame Leon. It was small at first, then slowly grew, like a drop of ink in water.
Leon wondered for a moment if he was getting sick. Too much sugar, too much alcohol, and now his body was collecting the check. He wanted to stand up and go to the bathroom, but he could barely muster the strength to even sit up straight.
“I think I’m…” he mumbled.
“Shhhh.”
Ada’s lips were right at his ear now. She shifted on his lap, pinning him down so he was even more helpless to move. She kissed him on the cheek, then along his neck, and Leon’s body became a hazy blur. His eyes fluttered shut, his senses lost under Ada’s mouth and whatever was swirling through his veins.
“Ada…” he mumbled.
Darkness overtook him.
~
Leon awoke to the smell of something sweet and rosy. His eyes slowly peeled open and his senses returned to him. The first thing he saw were the candles. Tall, blood red, and burning fresh wicks in a straight line on a table. That’s when he realized he wasn’t in the living room anymore.
He lifted his head and glanced around. Ada’s bedroom. He could tell just from the color of everything. The walls, the decor, the queen-sized bed with its silk sheets and velvety duvet: All of it in her signature red.
Leon shifted on the bed and realized his clothes were missing. All of his clothes. He was stripped completely naked, his skin slick and shiny with oil. But the most unexpected part was the ribbons. Bright red ribbons wrapped in crisscrosses over his body. Around his torso, his biceps, his thighs, his neck. Yards of it wrapped in neat little bows across his sculpted body. Including one thick ribbon that tied his wrists together to the bedpost over his head.
“Haha, very funny, Ada,” Leon said. He pulled against his restraints. Despite their delicate appearance, the ribbons Ada used were strong as ropes. He grunted trying to snap them, but no luck.
“Okay…I get it,” he said. “I’m your Valentine’s Day present, huh?”
He bit down on his lower lip.
“Can we stop this teasing now?” he asked. “I want to touch you…”
He looked at the locked bedroom door, expecting her to be listening on the other side. Then, he was startled when the closet door opened instead. In the dim candlelight, he saw her silhouette and he swallowed.
A negligee dress, blood red and shiny silk with black lace around the hem and necklace.The familiar smell of dark perfume. Light, elegant footsteps on the floor. Ada sauntered around the side of the bed, her eyes licking him as much as his did her.
Leon swallowed to compose himself.
“You know,” he said. “If you wanted to get me into bed, you didn’t need to go to all this trouble.”
“Oh, I know,” Ada said. She traced a single fingernail up his thigh to his hip. The oil stuck to the pale hair on Leon’s leg and he shivered. “I just figured you’d need convincing for the…extra details.”
She hooked a finger into a ribbon wrapped tight around his thigh. She pulled it, then snapped it back down on his tender flesh. It sent a bolt of blood through Leon’s body.
“You have an interesting way of convincing people,” Leon said.
He tugged at the ribbons again. Fuck, she was good at tying knots.
“Candles…all tied up…” Leon said. He gave her a smirk. “You planning to sacrifice me?”
Ada returned the look.
“As tempting a sacrifice you’d make,” she said. “Sacrifices are typically virgins. I don’t think you quite meet the qualifications, Mr. Kennedy.”
Her nail moved to his stomach. Leon shivered and twitched under her light touch. He’d been caught in a spider’s web, and he was helpless to escape.
“I don’t know,” he teased. “Maybe you should double check just to make sure.”
He moved his hips a little, gesturing to his cock on full display. He watched Ada saunter over to the bed. The red silk on her body looked divine, draping against the curves of her form that made him like his lips.
“No checking needed,” she said. “I know a man whore when I see one.”
Leon snorted.
“And what’re you going to do about it?” he said.
Ada grinned, then reached over and wrapped her fingers around one of the candles on the table. She lifted it over Leon’s body, the flame illuminated her face. She looked like an angel, but her eyes were full of hellfire. Leon felt a hitch in his chest.
“You’re beautiful,” he said.
Ada gave him a soft look.
“You’re sweet,” she said. She tipped the candle on its side, and that’s when Leon saw the first red drop shaking on the edge of it. “But that’s not going to see you.”
The drop shivered then fell right on Leon’s stomach. He winced against the pain, arching his back as the heat pierced him.
“Fuck,” he hissed. “Oh fuck, that’s…”
He didn’t get a chance to finish, because Ada moved the candle lower to leave a drop right above his naval. Leon clenched his teeth as she sprinkled pain across his body. Hot, searing drops that left stains on his skin. But there was an electricity to it. I alighted Leon’s senses, and the ribbons that kept him down gave him no choice to accept it. To let this beautiful woman make him squirm for her amusement.
Ada licked her upper lip as she dropped some wax right by Leon’s nipple. He twisted away from it and whimpered against the sensation. Leon was a beautiful man, sculpted like a gold statue but with the eyes and demeanor of a puppy. There was something about seeing such a strong, such a feared, man writhe beneath her like a caged creature. It sent a hot rush of blood through her body and down between her thighs.
And she wasn’t the only one. Clearly, pain wasn’t just a little thrill ride for Leon. Between his own thighs, his cock was upright and burning red, leaking delicately at the tip. He was already semi-hard when he woke up. But the pain only made him pulse more. Until finally, he seemed to have enough.
“Ada,” he grunted. “Please…stop, please, I mean it, fuck.”
Ada took the hint and then set the candle aside on the table. Leon’s nude body was dotted with red wax marks. Ada watched them move with each breath he took, every twitch of his body as the pain and heat cooled away.
She took his chin in her hand and forced him to look at her. Leon’s pretty blue eyes were slightly wet with tears. Of course, an elite agent wasn’t going to shed a tear over a meager bit of pain. Thankfully, Ada had an idea of what might.
She squished his face in her hand.
“Does it still hurt, baby?” she asked.
She expected some cocky retort. But Leon was still shaking slightly and he swallowed.
“A little,” he said.
“Aw, you poor baby.”
Ada moved her lips close to his. Painfully close. Leon wanted to close the space between them. He wanted to tear off his restraints, pull her down into the bed, and bury himself inside her until the only pain he felt was her nails in his back. But he was trapped by her ribbons, completely at her mercy.
“Maybe I can kiss it better,” she whispered.
Ada let his face go, slipped off the bed, then sauntered over to the vanity. Leon noticed a small black bag sitting amongst the makeup and perfume bottles that decorated the counter. Ada reached inside it and ruffled around through red wrapping paper before pulling out a small tube. She turned back to Leon, uncapped it, then twisted it to reveal a brand new stick of lipstick. Leon watched her smear it along her perfect mouth.
“Looks nice,” he said. “What shade is that?”
Ada popped her lips, a sound that
“Black cherry,” she said with a smirk.
She capped the lipstick and set it down on the vanity. Leon watched her slowly approach the bed, her eyes trained unblinking on him. He felt like he was shrinking, because smaller under her gaze. She used up one of her candles. What else should she torture him? The question filled him with heated anticipation.
Ada leaned over and planted a thick, wet kiss on Leon’s cheek. He could feel the residue on his face, the mouth-shaped red mark she left behind. Then, Ada began moving her lips to his neck, shoulders, up his arms that were bound above his head. All the while tracing savoring kissing and leaving a trail of fresh, wet lipstick behind.
Leon sighed and tipped his head back, his eyes fluttering shut. Every kiss made his body shiver all over. It was just a touch of what he wanted her to do to him, but all she could give him was breadcrumbs.
“Fuck…” he sighed.
Ada took her sweet time. Each kiss was thick and lingered before moving to the next spot. Each one made a loud smack and Ada hummed in her throat like she was eating him. Leon sweated and shivered on the bed. His cock was leaking between his thighs, pulsing with each agonizing kiss she teased along his body. Times felt like hours passing each minute.
She left a trail of lipstick stains everywhere. On his neck, along his thighs, on his abs and his arms. If anyone saw him right now, they’d see him marked up from top to bottom in Ada Wong’s lipstick. She may as well have tattooed her signature on him.
After a while, he couldn’t take it anymore. Ada knew what she was doing. She was torturing him, peppering him with touches and kisses everywhere except his cock, leaving him hard and leaking like some humiliated fool.
“Ada…” he mumbled.
“Hm?” Ada said before she pressed another kiss to his ribcage.
“I can’t take it…I need you to…I need you…”
“Hmm,” Ada hummed as she pretended to think. “I don’t know. You’re so adorable when you squirm…”
Leon was so flustered he thought he might faint again. He needed her. In whatever way she wanted, he needed her. His heart raced his chest and Ada could feel every hurried beat when her lips met his flesh. She smiled and kissed his lower stomach, just over his beat-red cock.
“Fuck…” Leon grunted. “Ada…please…”
“Mmmmm, I do love it when you say please.”
Ada placed two hands on Leon’s thighs and pushed them open. His cock was upright and begging for her. She took it in her hands and slowly stroked it. Leon’s ass tightened and his hips twitched up.
“Fuck, Ada, please,” he begged. “Please, I’ll do whatever you want, just please, let me…”
He let out a shuddering moan as Ada curled a finger around his tip. He was burning hotter than the wax and he was dripping quickly. As riveting as it was to hear Leon Kennedy beg, Ada could tell he was getting close to completion. If she didn’t get on top of him, he would finish before she had a chance to.
Not on her watch.
“You’re so cute,” Ada said.
She kept her hand on Leon’s cock as she sat up on her knees. She was dripping wet under her shift, her blood rushing hot from the sounds Leon made.
“I can’t stand it sometimes,” she said. Her voice was soft, almost wistful. “Those six years we were separated…I thought so many times about that adorable face.”
Slowly, she lowered herself down on top of him, his cock splitting her folds. Leon sucked in a shaking breath.
“Those pretty blue eyes…those strong hands…”
She took all of him up inside her until she was seated on him. Leon’s chest rose and fell as his heart pounded his ribs. No matter how many times Ada fucked him, Leon could never get over how she felt. The hot dripping wet of her pussy, the thigh velvet grip she had around his cock. Ada placed her hands on his shoulders.
“You were such a cute rookie,” she said. She began swerving her hips, steady and painfully slow. “Then I found you again in Spain…and you were so different…you’d grown so much…”
Her voice came out in a breathless whisper. The bed springs began squeaking beneath them as she started fucking him into the bed.
“I think it made me a little crazy,” she said. “I could have eaten you alive…”
Leon bit hard down on his lower lip. She was gushing over him. Hot juices dripping down over the tip of his cock. He pushed his hips up to move deeper inside her, pressing right over that perfect clit he’d licked dry more times than he could count.
“Then do it…” he said breathlessly. “Eat me alive.”
A wicked grin crept onto Ada’s lips. She gripped his shoulder tighter, her sharp nails digging into his flesh. She began fucking him harder, faster, savoring every pulse of his cock inside her. Leon’s girth fit her perfectly, like he was made for her. Her perfect toy.
She arched her back and huffed out each breath. Leon watched the diamond-like beads of sweat on her face, her messy black hair, the way her breasts moved with each thrust of her hips. He wanted his hands all over her. He wanted to tear off that silk shift with his teeth. Instead all he could do was moan with each glorious buck of her hips.
Ada was getting close. Leon could feel it in the way she tightened around him, the way she growled between sighs. He’d been holding it the whole time, waiting for her to finish first. He pushed his cock up harder against her clit.
“I love you, Ada…” he groaned. “I love you…fucking use me.”
Ada tipped her head back and rode him out through a melting climax. Every nerve in her body focused on his cock, clenching him like she could choke the breath out of him. As her hips slowly, her face was burning. A slick sheen of sweat covered her body and she looked down at Leon. He was still hard inside her, holding his breath to let her finish.
But before he could, she slipped right off him.
A cold breeze met Leon’s cock. His head snapped up.
“Ada…” he said. His face was sweating and his breaths were heavy. “What’re you…”
He watched helplessly as Ada ignored him and slipped off the bed. She approached the vanity table and opened one of the larger drawers.
“You want me to beg?” Leon asked, then smirked. “Is that you want? I have to beg before I can have it?”
He bit hard down on his lower lip. There was a whimper in his throat he tried to suppress despite the ache between his thighs. He felt like she’d been torturing him for hours. Edging him until it made him sick.
Ada rumbled around in the drawer until she found what she was looking for. She paused and flicked her gaze over her shoulder.
“I have one last Valentine’s Day present for you,” she purred.
Her fingers curled around something and she slowly pulled it out. For the first time, it seemed like Ada owned something that wasn’t red. This was black leather, with shiny silver buckles, and a hard, plastic phallus on the front with a red bow on it. Leon’s eyes widened when he took the whole thing in.
“Oh…” he said.
Ada plucked off the bow and let it drop to the floor.
“Good ‘oh’ or bad ‘oh’?” she asked.
“I…uh…”
Leon’s asshole instinctively clenched. For the longest time, he considered himself a reasonably vanilla guy. It wasn’t until Ada got her hands on him that she’d introduced him to all kinds of things he had never tried. Ropes, wax, blindfolds and gags. Now, it looked like she had found a new way to turn him inside out.
“No need to look so scared,” Ada said as she started stepping into the harness. “Unless you’re just trying to flirt with me.”
Leon watched her pull the straps through the buckles to tighten the harness around her waist. It squeezed the flesh around her waist and thighs, and he felt himself drool a little. With a single finger, she toyed with the tip of the phallus.
“Not as big as yours,” she said. “I figure you wouldn’t want something too…intimdating on the first try.”
If she was trying not to intimidate him, she wasn't succeeding. And yet, Leon swallowed as another painful throb ran up his cock. He would do anything for her. He just wanted to come for her. She wanted to ruin him and release him from his torment.
So, he licked his lips and cracked a shaky smile.
“No problem,” he said. “I just always thought…if Ada Wong had a cock…it’d be a lot more impressive.”
Ada gave him a devilish smirk. She sauntered over to the bed and pressed a hand under Leon’s side.
“It’s not the size that makes it impressive,” she said.
Then, with unexpected strength, she flipped Leon over onto his stomach. The ribbons binding his wrists together over his head twisted, tightening even further as they did. Leon yelped at the sudden motion and he felt Ada crawl on top of him.
“It’s how you use it,” she said.
Her plastic cock rested on top of Leon’s ass cheek. All of sudden, Leon smelled something sweet in the air. Lube. The strawberry-scented lube that Ada always seemed to have on her whenever he was around. He glanced over his shoulder and saw her lather some on her fingers from a squeeze bottle.
“It’ll be just like all those times I stuck two fingers inside you,” she said. “Just a little…better shape for it.”
Leon’s face flushed pink at the memory. Many times in bed, Ada had crawled her hands down his back and played with his hole. One finger, two fingers, and he never stopped her because it felt better than he ever admitted. Now, she was using that against him.
Evil woman, he thought, then grinned.
Ada took her time lathering up her cock. Her elegant, expert fingers left the plastic shiny and the drool returned to Leon’s lips. Once it was ready, Ada took Leon’s hips in her hands, her touch oddly gentle after so long of torture, and readied herself at his entrance.
“Open wide for me,” she said.
She gently pushed one finger inside him. Leon instinctively clenched, and Ada gave him a gentle slap to the behind.
“Relax,” she said. “I can’t get the whole thing inside if you don’t open up.”
Leon sucked in a deep breath through his nose, then did as she said. He tried to relax into the bed, letting the silky sheet embrace him. Ada managed one finger inside, then two, then three. Leon winced against the pain of stretching flesh, but he tried not to move. Finally, Ada pulled out and slowly slid her cock inside him.
A shuddering breath crawled up Leon’s throat. He underestimated the size just by looking at it. The girth filled him up, stretching him further the deeper she went in. Ada held his thighs open and giggled.
“That’s it,” she purred. “You’re doing so good…just take all of it in…”
Her words left a wet spot on the sheet beneath Leon’s cock. He groaned as she started moving her hips. He hit a little, the first few minutes, but eventually Leon’s asshole adjusted to the width of her cock and it started to feel good. Leon wanted to clenched his fists into the bedsheets, but once again, the ribbons stopped him. All he could do was lay there and take it like her little sex toy.
“Mmmmmm, good boy,” Ada purred.
She leaned down and pressed a few kisses to Leon’s muscular back, no doubt leaving more lipstick behind. Leon sighed against her touch. This pleasure felt different. He’d only had a taste of it all those times Ada had moved her hands to his ass when they fucked. Now it was at full volume, overwhelming him until there was a puddle of drool at the corner of his mouth.
“Oh, fuck…” Leon said as the girth filled him up. “Oh, fuck yes…”
He arched his back, perking up his behind to push her deeper into him. Ada gripped his hips harder and started to move faster. Harder. Her cock pounded right on his sweet spot, until his whimpers turned to loud, long moans. Ada smoothed a hand up his back to thread into his hair.
“Mmm, you like that huh?” she whispered. She tightened her fingers and yanked his hair back, forcing his back to arch. “You like it when I fuck you up the ass?”
Leon could barely answer with anything but a “uh-huh.” his mind turned to soup and his cock was reaching its breaking point. Ada fucked him viciously into the mattress, the bedsprings banding beneath them.
“Say you love me,” Ada purred in his ear.
“I love you,” Leon moaned.
“Say you belong to me.”
“I belong to you.” His voice reached a high pitch as he barreled over the edge. “I’m yours, I’m all yours, fuck me, fuck me, Ada, please, fuck, I love you, fuck.”
Leon crumbled to pieces beneath Ada. Ada watched him as she spilled every drop of himself onto the duvet. She kept fucking him even after he’d finished, when he was limp as a ragdoll. Just to see his body twitch a little longer.
Ada leaned her face over his shoulder and smacked a kiss to his cheek.
“I love you too,” she whispered.
A melting feeling fell over Leon. Once the two caught their breaths, Ada pulled out and returned the harness to the drawer. She pulled the cum-soaked duvet off the bed and retrieved a clean one from the closet. Finally, she found a pair of silver scissors and cut Leon’s wrist free from the bedboard. There were red marks around his wrists that still hurt to touch, but he didn’t care. He immediately gathered her up in his arms, pulling her down onto the bed in a smothering of kisses. Ada giggled, feeling like she was being licked by an exceptionally affectionate dog.
“You need a shower in the morning,” she teased. She wiped a finger down his arm. “I went overboard with the oil.
“That makes two of us,” Leon said.
He squeezed her close and pulled the duvet over both of them. When Leon fell asleep, his body was littered with lipstick stains, wax burns and scratches. Ada curled into his chest, and drifted to the lullaby of her lover’s heartbeat.