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Rayfa wasn’t used to this.
She wasn’t used to having someone completely, truly at her mercy. She didn’t think that—she’d been tricked into thinking that many of those at her mother’s mercy were at hers as well—but what she did know was that this was different from that control. After multiple nights of shamefully touching herself to thoughts of him, Phoenix Wright was sleeping naked in her bed, and her thoughts were running wild. He had followed everything she made him do from the start, and she was in disbelief when he didn’t question having to sleep naked even just to confirm it. He was right there and the things she could do with him were limitless.
Maybe this would finally rid her of the conflicting feelings she had for him. He was a defense attorney who had bested her, scum that shouldn’t even be alive right now, but at the same time, he plagued her thoughts for other reasons. She found her underwear getting soaked at thoughts of him on his knees for her and praising her. She didn’t like that he turned her on, but maybe she just needed to indulge once and be done. It wasn’t like he could do much against her even if he did wake up. I want him to be awake and knowingly cum to me, she thought to herself, but she quickly pushed that idea away. That doesn’t matter. I can’t put feelings into this.
Even after she spent a while stealing supplies away from her mother, he was still asleep peacefully. Even when she pulled off the covers to expose his body, he barely stirred. She felt so powerful in that moment, but at the same time, the conflict remained. She wanted him, but at the same time he was disgusting and shamed her in front of the entire country.
Did she hate him or did she hate how he made her feel?
The conflict made her so confused and angry, and all she could think of to do was take out her feelings on him. However, she knew that she couldn’t be so impulsive in this situation. “I hate you,” she told him before testing how easily he would wake by licking his cock. It was just a bit at first, but she got more bold as he moved very little. Eventually, she had it all in her mouth, even down her throat. It wasn’t as big as some she’d been forced to take in the past, so she didn’t feel like it was all that bad. He’s the perfect size, she thought for a fleeting moment before shutting it away.
The anger at that thought manifested in her briefly biting down on his cock, which while it didn’t hurt for long, was apparently enough to wake him up as they were now staring face-to-face.
“Rayfa, what are you doing?” He was so startled he didn’t even have the sense to refer to her formally. Cute, I’d like him to use my name more. “You only said you were supervising me.”
She removed her mouth from his cock and then kicked it. “It’s not my fault you make me feel weird!” Her face was red and she covered it to hide. “Don’t get me wrong, I hate you and how you’ve disrespected me, but… there’s something…” she trailed off. “Agh, why can’t I speak?!”
Luckily for her, Phoenix seemed to be in too much disbelief to cut her off, even when she paused.
“I hate you, but at the same time… being around you makes me feel warm and it’s nice. I don’t like it,” she tried to explain again. “I was thinking that if I let myself indulge once, I could sort this out once and for all.”
“That’s not necessary. I’d rather sleep before the tri—“ Phoenix tried to plead his case.
“Well, if you don’t let me do what I want tonight, I won’t let that stupid trial go on! You disrespect me publicly and then dare act like you have any say in my own bedroom?!” She stuttered as she spoke and tried to sound intimidating. “Remember, you’re under my control right now. Don’t try to act high and mighty just because you challenged my visions twice and were right both times.”
He chuckled without and she responded by slapping him. “What did I just say?” She glared at him in an attempt to look imposing. “Don’t test me.”
That seemed to work for the moment as he stayed silent. She had already noticed that the moment stakes were presented, he seemed to just submit to anything she said unless he knew a way around it, and in this case, it looked like he didn’t. This was a power she was fully in control over, and she was going to take advantage of that. She stood over him and admired his body for a moment. He wasn’t even all that built, having an overall average physique for a man in his mid-thirties, but it didn’t matter to her. She needed him and still didn’t fully understand why that was the case.
When looking at the stuff she had stolen from her mother’s supply, she quickly found a triple chain and taser. It wasn’t used on her often, but it wasn’t uncommon for her to walk in on things being done to Nahyuta and see him wearing the chain and writhing in pain. If it was cute on him, surely it would be cute on Phoenix. She did as she remembered seeing before and put two clamps on his nipples and one on his tongue, forcing it to stick out due to the short length. When he tried to pull it back in to close his mouth and swallow, it pulled on his nipples, causing him to make little pained noises.
Those little noises quickly turned to a scream after she took the taser and turned it on while it was pressed against the chain, causing the shock to course through into the metal clamps. “What is this?” He tried to ask despite his tongue being forced to stick out.
“It’s something I’ve had done to me before. I wanted to see if it would work on you, and it seems to,” she replied with a smirk. “You look cute when you get hurt.”
He didn’t respond, but he seemed to look concerned for her, which she didn’t want to like as much as she did. He cares about me? No, that couldn’t possibly be why he looks at me like that. That’s a look of evil. The next time she tasered him, she let it stay on for a couple seconds to make him scream and begin to tear up from the pain. “That’ll show you to not look at me like that,” she mumbled, but not loud enough for Phoenix to understand well.
Usually, when her mother did this, she seemed to have a plan. One thing always moved directly to another. That was her reference point for all of this, but she hadn’t ever had power over someone like this before. She wanted to act as if this was a normal thing for her to do, but it was hard when she was now staring down at Phoenix, trying to decide her next course of action. She was hesitant. She hated how she was hesitant.
Why can’t I do something that I’ve seen done so many times?
Was mother right all along?
Am I really not suited for power?
She still stood over Phoenix without saying a word as tears began to fall.
What should I do? Why can’t I figure this out quickly?
I can’t even force myself onto a lowly defense attorney without being an embarrassment.
He should be dead, but here he is, laying under me, making me feel everything I don’t want to feel.
She didn’t know how long she had been standing still when she felt a finger wipe the tears off of her face. Phoenix was now sitting more upright, and she regretted not cuffing his hands as her face went red in response to his concern for her.
He removed the clamp from his tongue and adjusted his jaw back to normal. “I know the chance of you punishing me for this is high, but I can’t help it.” Rayfa pulled the clamps still on his nipples in response, but he probably expected something like that as he didn’t waver. “Are you doing fine? The more this goes on, the more I’m just getting worried about you.” He chuckled a bit. Why does he have to be nice to me? This would be so much easier if he would just hate me and be a bad, ugly person like all defense attorneys are. “It’s ridiculous sounding given the circumstances, but it’s true.”
Is this all it really takes for me to break?
Rayfa began to sob into Phoenix’s chest without saying anything. What could she say? ‘I know I should hate you but I have feelings for you?’ ‘I feel like I’m a failure, and after the last trial, mother beat me until I was in so much pain I passed out before fucking my unconscious body and I don’t know how to please her?’ She just laid there, letting Phoenix gently caress her hair. If she weren’t in tears, she would have slapped him, but for now, it was nice to just have his body against hers. He wasn’t judging her. He was just… there, caring for her. She knew that deep down, but admitting that fact would mean having to question her entire life.
What if it’s inevitable? What if that’s the reason he was sent here?
No. I just have to do as I’ve been told my entire life. Mother would never feed me wrong information.
I can’t let someone like him win.
“Why…” she choked out. “Why are you here?” Her arms were wrapped around him, gripping tightly. “Why did you have to come in and ruin everything?” She didn’t know what exactly to say. There were so many thoughts and feelings running through her at the same time, both positive and negative. She had begun to fall for this man in front of her, but she was taught that he stood for everything wrong with the world.
She knew he was much older, but she didn’t perceive that as an issue. Seeing it as such would require unpacking more than she was willing to. Due to that, the issue in her mind wasn’t his age, it was the fact that he was a defense attorney who challenged her and won. That simply wasn’t supposed to happen. It disrupted the natural order.
However, that was how the cards fell into place. He was in her bed because he had provided enough evidence to necessitate a second day for a trial and was willing to take being watched by her for a night in exchange. Phoenix was an enigma in her mind. A kind defense attorney simply couldn’t exist.
Slowly, the tears began to subside, but the feeling of failure remained. He hardly resisted and yet she hadn’t even managed to fuck him yet. She could hear her mother’s degrading words ringing in her head, threatening to kill her, saying that she can’t be seen in the public court if she doesn’t get bigger soon, telling her that she’s useless if she refused to offer her body to a perverted politician who asked for it as a bribe because she couldn’t move without screaming from her ribs that were definitely broken from the previous night of beatings. I don’t even know what I did wrong that night. She refused to tell me.
The least she could do was be able to truly dominate someone like Phoenix, and she wasn’t even managing that. He was petting her, and she was enjoying it.
I can’t be weak. I have to do this. He’s presented right in front of me and all I have to do is get that spot that makes Nahyuta all loud and cum untouched. Then, I’ll make him know his place.
With a burst of hope, she rose from the position she was in before and left the bed. “Don’t move. I have to finish what I started here.” After sifting through the pile for a bit, she found the strap she had grabbed. Quietly, she added, “I can’t be a failure.”
“Before I give you any pleasure, you need to get me ready,” she instructed as she forced him to lay down and then sat on his face. “I assume you know what to do here.” The feeling of his tongue penetrating her startled her in a good way. She wasn’t used to being the one on the receiving end of this. Rather, she was emulating what her mother had done to her many times. Her legs straddled his face as she struggled to maintain composure. It was such an intense feeling to her sensitive body. A couple of men she didn’t want to remember the names or faces of had done this before, but this was Phoenix. Phoenix had his tongue inside of her and was finding all the movements that made her react the most.
“Good boy,” she praised him in the most mature tone she could muster and she swore she felt him shiver under her in response. “You like me calling you that, really? I thought you were a defense attorney, not a whore.” She felt proud of how little her voice wavered despite how much pleasure he was bringing her. She should feel violated at a lawyer’s tongue inside of her, but she had the control. She was making him do this. It was different. Obviously, she was only into it because she was putting him in his place. No other reason.
Eventually, it was all too much for her and after a while of being a trembling mess struggling to form words, she was sent over the edge. For a moment, she just sat there processing what had just happened and the fact that a lawyer had made her feel that good. It was wrong, but at the same time, it felt right that it was him that had been so good to her.
When Rayfa went off the bed again, the first thing she noticed was that he was already half-hard. “Seriously, that turned you on? You’re pathetic.” She gave his cock a small stroke before asking, “Do you think you earned the right to cum?”
All Phoenix gave in reply was a weak nod. He was already losing himself a bit.
“I guess you earned it. I’ll let you cum tonight, how does that sound?” She didn’t really wait for an answer as she was focused on adjusting the belt of the strap to actually fit her. It took longer than she wanted to recall for a multitude of reasons, but she got it done eventually and immediately began fucking him once she did. It was hard to enter at first as he was very tight, but she did it while ignoring his obvious pain. That was always how this started, anyway. It was painful for a while until it felt good. At least that’s how she experienced things.
“You don’t have lube or anything!?” He eventually got out. He looked somewhat into it as far as she could tell, but the surprise was obvious, even if she failed to understand.
“Lube? I was always told that it was too much work and not necessary when blood does the job,” she explained matter-of-factly. Mother will kill me if I tell him of all people what she does. “Is that wrong?”
“I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear that,” he replied. Of course he gives me a non-answer, Rayfa thought bitterly. What does that even mean? What is his actual answer?
Perhaps it’s easier to just go along with what I know. It’s less I have to think about. She decided to let it go as she continued to thrust in and out. At least his tightness forces it back into me more. While moaning softly, she kept on forcing herself in more and more as the strap got covered in blood and the way in became easier.
“See? Now it’s so easy. I can go in and out as I please, and I never needed to cover it with anything else.” Phoenix was wordless below her, tearing up from pain, pleasure, or a combination of the two. She didn’t know. They all kind of became one in this state, anyway.
The moment she finally hit that spot that made Nahyuta go crazy whenever she was made to watch things be done to him, Phoenix seemed to give in all the same. His expression went slack as he was reduced to a moaning mess below her. One thing that she could think for a fact regardless of her conflicted feelings was that Phoenix Wright being fucked was very hot, and she loved how he came undone under her.
“You’re so pathetic. It feels good to see you be put in your place under me,” she got out in between breathy moans. It didn’t seem like he heard her anyway. He was being quite loud, but she liked that and began fucking him with reckless abandon.
It didn’t matter that his blood was staining her pristine bedsheets. It didn’t matter that his cum would inevitably join those stains soon. She needed to see this lawyer under her get wrecked all because of what she was doing, and in the end, it was easier than she thought.
Maybe he was just easy, but she couldn’t bring herself to care at that very moment. All she cared about was fucking him so hard he couldn’t think, and she was succeeding.
I’m doing something right.
I’m making a defense attorney into a pathetic mess under me.
She was smiling out of pride while she felt herself get closer and closer to the edge, and it was clear that Phoenix was there as well.
He came untouched and the mere sight of that was enough to make her finish as well. For a moment, she stood there without removing the strap from inside him, and when she did finally remove it and take it off, she threw it to the side of the bed without care for the inevitable blood stains. Alongside that, she removed the clamps from Phoenix’s nipples and threw them over to the same spot. This bedding was ruined anyway, and she was getting kind of tired, so she didn’t care.
“Do you feel better?”
She turned around, noticeably startled by the question. “Yes. I-I feel better, she replied as she blushed heavily. “Thank you,” she added in a barely audible tone.
“That’s good. Now I need to sleep for the trial tomorrow, if that’s okay with you.”
Oh yeah, the trial. I almost forgot for a moment. “That’s fine, on one condition. You never speak of the events of this night with anyone, got that.”
“Of course, Your Benevolence.”
She suddenly didn’t know how to feel about such a formal title being used by him, especially when she found his accidental use of her name before so cute, but that was just yet another conflicting thought to put away for another day as she joined him in slumber, cuddling up against him without thinking.