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Aventure Amoureuse	By : Baron Category: +M through R > Miraculous LadyBug Views: 5012 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction for adults. Miraculous Ladybug and its characters are not mine, and are the property of ZAG-inc. I make no profit from this and all characters are 18+.

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You eventually stagger back to the hotel a bit tipsy, but not completely smashed. You had a high alcohol tolerancy so the merlot didn't hit you as hard as it should have. Your plan is to go to your room and get a couple of cups of black coffee in you and sober up a bit before you track down Ladybug and Chat Noir and attempt to sort this mess out. If you couldn't be with Chat Noir, maybe you could stay in touch as friends and help him with advice on how to get closer with Ladybug. The thought made your heart hurt, but you wanted him to be happy and didn't want to interfere or cause any more trouble around Paris. Trouble had a habit of following you anyway, it always has. Your often drunken and reckless attitude didn't help matters. You're a pretty tough individual though, and could usually roll with the punches both figuratively and literally.
You notice no one is behind the counter as you walk to the elevator. "Chloe must have stepped out for lunch." you think to yourself. "I hope I didn't upset her or anything earlier." you wonder as you push the button for the lift. After a while the elevator doors ding open and take you to the top floor. You walk to your room fumbling for your keycard. You are about to slide the card in the reader when you notice a light between the door and the frame. Your room was unlocked and the door wasn't fully latched. Jean must be in there changing the linens and taking away your breakfast tray. It probably smells like camembert and sex in there from last night, plus the ciggarette smoke didn't help matters. When you push the door open you notice the tray is gone and the bed neatly made. "He was already here." you think to yourself. Was it possible he forgot to latch the door when he left? "I don't like to be ignored, peasant." you hear a woman behind you sneer. You turn to the source of the voice and see Chloe holding a riding crop. She was wearing a tight, black leather corset and not much else. She had some tall tall boots with stripper heels and a pair of fishnet gloves, but was completely bottomless from the waist down. Your eyes look down to her clean-shaven, exposed pussy and become aroused. It looked soft, pink, and very inviting. "Well? Don't you have anything to say?" Chloe says putting her hands on her hips and leaning forward in an agressive posture. You notice the corset is at least one size too big as there was a gap between the cups and her small breasts allowing you a nice view of her pink nipples. "I-I... uh... couldn't speak for a second. Holy shit, Chloe. You look incredible." you say hungrily licking your lips at the very attractive leather-clad blonde. "Oh no, peasant. I'm not making it that easy for you. You're going to have to beg me." she says loudly slapping the riding crop against her fishnet gloved hand. "Uh... please?" you say half-heartedly. "That's it? You're a fucking pathetic worm. Take off your clothes, get on your knees and crawl to me like the peasant dog you are." she says sternly. You weren't exactly sure what kind of game Chloe was playing, but it was right up your alley. You nearly fall over jumping on one foot as you take off your shoes. You quickly whip off your shirt and take off your jeans. You make a show of taking off your underclothes rolling them off slowly never breaking eye contact with Chloe. You crawl slowly and seductively across the floor like a tiger stalking it's prey stopping at her boots and licking them from the tip up to her thigh. "Please, Mistress Chloe... punish me." you ask her as you sniff her pussy and softly lick her clitoris. She nearly drops her riding crop before regaining her composure. "G-Good sla- (ahem) GOOD SLAVE! You are to obey Mistress Chloe!" she stammers before regaining her dominance. "Now show me your ass!" Mistress Chloe demands. You stand up and walk to the foot of the bed before returning to your knees and laying across it allowing her to do with your ass whatever she wants. "Peasant slaves that ignore Mistress Chloe will be punished!" she says as she whips you across your ass with the riding crop leaving a long red welt. You yelp in pain and pleasure as she continues whipping your firm ass occasionally letting out a moan of pleasure when you scream loudly. Chloe obviously enjoyed this immensely. You smile when you notice she's not paying attention thrilled that she wanted to play a little rough with you. Sometimes a little pain can be fun too when it's not the emotional kind. She continues her assault on your backside before gripping you roughly by your long hair and forcing you to your feet. "Have you learned not to disrespect Mistress Chloe yet?" she shouts at you as she spits in your face. "Yes, Mistress Chloe!" you say obediently as she shoves you onto the bed. "Spread for me!" she commands you as you move your hands and feet to the posts of the bed. Chloe walks over to a duffel bag across the room and rummages for four pairs of handcuffs. "My friend Sabrina's dad is a cop. I got tons of these." Chloe informs you as she handcuffs your ankle to the bedpost. "I'm no stranger to cuffs, Mistress." you reply with a wink. "Good, because these are police cuffs and I don't have the keys." Chloe says as she finishes clicking the handcuffs onto your foot and your wrists. "That's cute. Seriously, where are the keys?" you ask her suddenly finding this a lot less fun. "At the police station I'd guess." Chloe shrugs nonchalantly walking back over to her duffel bag and rummaging through it again. "Are you fucking with me?!" you ask her beginning to become alarmed. "Not yet, I'm not." she says pulling out a messy tangle of chains and some sort of large sex toy. "What's all that shit?" you ask her cautiously. "My dick." Chloe says bluntly. "Beg pardon? Your what?" you ask the young dominatrix not fully understanding. "You heard me. I said it was my dick." she says as she finishes putting on a large strap-on dildo. It was massive and the head of it was a fist like on an afro pick. "Homewrecker?" you say reading the word embossed on the side of the shaft. "The Jackhammer® was out of stock." Chloe says as she walks toward you positioning herself between your legs. "H-Hey... uh... is there any chance I could take a Mulligan on this one? Maybe some sort of do-overrrrrr!" you begin to say as she penatrates you deeply with the gargantuan fist dildo. "Pull it out! I think it's in the back of my throat!" you yell as she pummels your hole with a toy thicker than your arm. "I thought you were tough." Chloe sighs pounding you roughly. "Alright! Alright! Let me bite the riding crop then!" you plead as she continues pounding your hole with the Homewrecker and biting her lip in arousal and concentration. "Fine, here." Chloe says as she puts the riding crop in your mouth horizontally and allows you to bite down on it as she continues brutalizing your tender hole. "Are you going to obey your Mistress from now on?!" she asks as she roughly drags her fingernails down your chest leaving small cuts on you. "Yes! Anything you want! Just pull out that fist!" you shout as she finishes her assault and complies. "Very good. You're learning to be an obedient little slave. Hopefully next time I come for you, I won't have to punish you again. I'll bet you'd like that wouldn't you?" she asks crawling across the bed putting her firm young breasts in your face giving you an excellent view down her corset at her hardened nipples. "Yes. Yes, I would. Point taken, Mistress Chloe." you tell her unable to make eye contact with the young girl. "My face is up here." she says with a sly smile. "I'll be back for you later. I'll see if Jean can call a locksmith for those cuffs too. See you later, peasant." Chloe says as she gives you a deep kiss and puts a robe on. She grabs her duffel bag and heads toward the elevator. "Don't go anywhere." she cackles as the elevator doors close. You realize there's nothing you can do to free yourself, so you decide to sleep off the bottle of cheap merlot instead.
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