“P-please Mettaton… You have no idea how badly I have wanted you…” You spoke in a harsh whisper.
Gears clicked back. He leaned back and sighed, sitting on your crotch. Discomfort and pleasure spread in a toxic mix. “Tsk, tsk, tsk… dear… I said… Beg.” He rutted against you hard.
A shock of pleasure shot through you. Bitting your lip you let out a small moan. You refused, you where his manager. You where suppose to be in contr-ohhh! God! Mettaton’s hand had begun to travel lower and tease at your underwear line. His soft white gloved hands moved along your body in ways words could not begin to describe. His other hand now holding both of your arms above your head. He pulled at your undergarments teasingly and toying with them.
“Come on beautiful, beg for me…” He purred seductively. He was eyeing you like his next pray.
You where on fire. God you needed this more than you needed air. “P-please! Mettaton! I need you! I need you now!” You begged for some form of release.
A dirty grin dashed upon his face as he lifted your shirt up to your neck fully exposing you. “What do you need from me, love?” He asked in a tone that made your very heart melt.
You suddenly had another brilliant idea. A smirk of your own came up. “I th-think…. we need… a-another heart to heart?” You fumbled the words out smiling. Mettaton gave a bit of steam as he did something of a huff.
“How… clever…” He said freeing you from the restraint of your pants. You let out a gasp of relief and a reaction to the cold air around you now. You felt the steel hands release you. You tried to get up but you where pushed back down as Mettaton sudden’y had his bright pink boot on you know. He was standing up over you digging his heel into your chest.