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Your mind wiped as his strong, manly hand closed around your head.
"All the way down boy, just like we talked about. That's it. Sometimes I think you just mess up you cuz you like my hand on your head. Uhhuh. I know boy. You need the grip of a strong man to guide you, literally and metaphorically. That's why our arrangement works; you get that, and I get your lips around my cock while I smoke my cigar. More than a fair exchange I think. Daddy needs it after a hard day's work. It's not easy taking your father's company apart piece by piece, though he's been much more agreeable since you told him you're my cockslave now and you're not coming home till he does everything I ask. Too bad he doesn't realize you won't want to leave even after I've taken everything from him. He always had something to say about me being gay, having no kids; but it looks like I have a boy of my own now. Just so happens you used to be his. I just knew what you needed more than he did, that day he sent you here to negotiate with me. Remember how quickly that meeting ended with your mouth around my cock? It's just natural that you gravitated towards the stronger man boy."
"That's how you know you made the right choice boy. He wasn't man enough to keep me from making you my sub, and soon he'll be broke, too. I'll have his money in my bank, and my cock in his son. What could a man like him teach you boy? Nothing. Once I have it all, he'll be here, begging for a job, and I'll break him too. Making sure he understands that he's not man enough to stop me from making his son moan while he sucks my cock. He'll feel the same way when my big, strong hand forces him down onto my cock. You'll be watching of course, boy, to further humiliate him. I want him to understand neither of you are strong enough to stop me. I'm sorry you had to be a pawn in all this boy."
"Don't be sorry Daddy," you said, rubbing against his cock, lost in bliss, "You're my Daddy now. I like it a lot better this way. This is how it should've always been." He continued rubbing into your cock, covering his face in a sheen of ball sweat while he inhaled your stench, then sighed out and said "I love you, Daddy," as he gazed up at you longingly.
"I love you too, boy," he said, pulling you up onto his chest, "Why don't we Facetime your old dad and let him see you covered in my ball sweat? I'm sure that'll make his night after watching his stock plummet all day."
"Ok Daddy," you said, cuddling up to him. Whatever he wanted now was his.
the taste of betrayal (nolan sorrento x reader)
oneshot - two parts
pairing. nolan sorrento x reader (ready player one movie) – fem!reader
summary. this oneshot in 2 parts takes place during one of the scenes of the film. during the false "hostage-taking" of Nolan Sorrento, the reader finds herself alone with him while her compatriots try to recover the codes allowing to locate Art3mis at the loyalty center. the reader is part of the group of our happy heroes. this oneshot does not follow the scenaristic framework of the film.
rating. mature.
nb. (Y/N) = Your Name
Thank you for reading !
WARNING: lemon, smut, masturbation, soft domination.
PART ONE
"Hey... tell me... how much is he paying you?" he whispers, leaning in a bit close to you as he settles into his leather seat. He looks pretty comfortable, you think.
Nolan Sorrento is a man of power. Like all men of power, he knows only two ways to get out of a perilous situation: blackmail or corruption. Offering money is what comes to mind almost instantly, as if a big paycheck would be enough to erase years of suffering and misery. In Nolan Sorrento's world, this is unfortunately the case.
"I have plenty of money, I can even give you a golden bridge!"
"Shut up!" retorted Daito, the ninja from your clan on the Oasis.
He takes on a bored look, while the IOI CEO lets out a heavy sigh of despair.
"Oh really?" as you whisper in a low voice, you don't believe for a second that those two can hear you.
"But, come on... Aphrodite!" replies Daito with an outraged face.
Aphrodite is the name of your avatar in the OASIS. A Greek goddess, nothing more, nothing less. She is what you secretly aspire to be; a woman honored by men, fulfilled and envied, a powerful, free and sultry woman. In real life, you are just out of school. You've spent so many years on your damn thesis that you've never had any real social contact. You've sacrificed everything to be on top. The life of this goddess of love is mostly part of your fantasies. You are a special beauty, your classmates have always liked you. You were even ranked in the top 5 of the most beautiful girls in your class during your university studies. You just never had time to enjoy the joys of dating, drinking and sleeping around. You've always had only one passion in life: your studies. You've been called a little stuck-up, yes, that's what you are. A little geek completely out of touch with the reality of relationships.
"I was joking," you hastily correct yourself, wishing those words had never left your mouth. Even if you mean it sincerely, it's not a very smart thing to say in front of your friend Daito. Deep in your heart, you are burning with the desire for glory and wealth with the proposals of the powerful Sorrento. You can't hold back an embarrassed laugh that is well appreciated by Daito. Poor boy. He is still a naive teenager. Unfortunately for you, Nolan Sorrento is not. He pays close attention to your words. A small chuckle at the corner of his lips reveals a lot about what he really thinks of you.
"My goodness! I believed it for a split second!"
"Daito!"
A voice can be heard from the other room, Asche's. He sighs in despair.
"They need me... Can you take care of it... ?"
"No problem."
You make a slight gesture with your hand to let him know that you are still in charge of keeping an eye on the despicable Sorrento. Despicable, despicable bastard... But not less terribly sexy. You share a conniving smile with your friend. When your faithful companion, Daito, leaves to find the other members of the group, you find yourself alone confronting Sorrento. Nolan Sorrento. The all-powerful CEO of the IOI. Holy crap. What is he going to tell you to destroy what's remaining of your scruples? It's a secret you've been keeping inside for five long years, ever since the day the infamous Hallyday Easter egg race began on the Oasis. A dirty little secret that could compromise your integrity with those who share your adventure on the augmented reality game. You are madly and irresistibly attracted to this evil jerk. They are incapable of understanding because they are only teenagers. You are much older than them. You are twenty-six years old. You are a woman now. A beautiful woman, full of fire and unfulfilled fantasies. Somewhere you are saving your soul for the one and only, Prince Charming on his white steed. You even imagine that a strong man like Sorrento is the other part of your happiness in this world. You are dying for him to be your soul mate. But how to reach a man like him, and above all, how not to disappoint your extremely high expectations? You thrill like a child with her first Christmas present, but do you realize for a moment that things might not be as you wish? What if Nolan Sorrento doesn't fulfill your expectations? You are in love with a fantasy. You only know him from what you've read in the papers or seen on TV. You don't know his personal situation, his inner demons, his emotional capacities, his tastes, his passions, his night terrors, his ambitions or his angers. Are they compatible with yours? That's why you tried to work for him after you got your PhD in game science. You specialized in character design. Your friends don't know that, and thank God. You think they can't understand this obsession with the big bad IOI businessman. No one knows that he's the reason you studied video games at Harvard University in Massachusetts. You've tried to get into his company three times, but you've never been much of a talker and interviews terrify you to the point of asking your recruiters to stand up. Out of a lack of courage, you chose not to pursue it. You were afraid of literally falling apart in front of him. Your scores on all three pre-interview exams were excellent. This is not surprising for a mind like yours, a graduate of one of the best universities in the country. In fact, you need only one thing to touch your dream with your fingertips: courage.
Nolan Sorrento's soft voice brings you back to reality. He speaks to you, full of the magnetism that has brought him to his current position at the IOI. You look at him in silence, not wanting to disturb the intensity of this moment between the two of you. You study every line, every wrinkle and every salt-and-pepper lock with the greatest attention. He is even more attractive in real life than in front of a TV screen. Your eyes then deviate to the suit that surrounds his torso, which you assume is particularly muscular. There is something magical about this outfit, as incongruous as it is. You think he looks like he's in one of those old science fiction movies, some kind of humanoid in armor. You assume that his sensations are enhanced to the point of no return.
Nolan spontaneously turns to you and can't hold back a slight amused laugh as you stare at him. His lips curl up into a mischievous smile as he finally realizes there is a flaw in the system. This team is far too tightly bound, everyone's aspirations are far too divergent. He remains silent and settles a few more inches into his chair, legs crossed. He understands that you are on the fringe of the group, you proved it to him by appearing interested in his suggestions. He feels that there is a way, even a small one, to get out of this situation. You are his way out.
"Are you listening to me, (Y/N)?"
"I... What did you say?"
"I was telling you that we were finally getting together as right-minded people," so Sorrento repeated, spreading his hands to come and fill the gaps between his fingers.
You try to keep a straight face, but you can read his game perfectly well. He is trying to manipulate you into betraying your friends. They are your friends, don't forget that. He... He is desperately alone.
"Listen to me carefully... I can give you anything your heart desires: stocks in the company, designer dresses or just cash, sweetheart, it's up to you."
"I'm not your sweetheart," you reply sharply.
You bite your lower lip so hard to stop yourself from going back on your words. This is what you've wanted for so many years, but you are aware that he doesn't mean it. It's just another way to infantilize you into thinking you've reached some level of intimacy. You're boiling over inside at the thought of such familiarity, but this is not the time to fall into that kind of fantasy. He's just playing with your nerves, because he's realized that you're particularly sensitive to his charms. Nothing more. Don't be fooled, you are much smarter than that to fall into his trap. "Ok... (Y/N)... I get it, you don't trust me and that's understandable. After all, I tried to trick you. Well... Do you really think your friends will stay loyal to you if I make them the same kind of offer? They are not like you, you seem to be more educated than all of them together. (Y/N). You have all the chances in life, but them... I'm sure one of them will end up thinking of their own interests. They all do it, we all do it, it's human nature. So I'm telling you this because I like you. Think of yourself for once. I can give you absolutely anything you want." "Anything that... I want? ", you whisper in a breath, both taken aback and inevitably drawn in by the CEO's warm words. Nolan Sorrento's words ring pleasantly in your ears. His "I like you" finally gives you a reason to hope for something. You feel yourself weakening slowly in the grip of a deep dilemma with your unacknowledged desires. You want to believe in the sincerity of his words, something that can hang up your fantasy to reality.
"Everything, (Y/N), absolutely everything."
A shiver of pleasure runs down your spine at the soft sound of his voice. More, you want more. The words that escape his mouth flow like honey on his tongue. You want to hear him whisper promises against your ear. You feel your skin about to burst into flames like a forest fire. Promises, beautiful words. He is capable of turning your whole world upside down, with a simple snap of his finger, nothing resists such a powerful man. You are well aware of this weakness, even if you try to fight desperately against this volcano which burns in your belly. A repressed part of your soul desires him even for this reason. "You're lying." "Never in a million years!" he exclaims, backing up even further in his chair. Sorrento seems turned around by this unwarranted accusation. It's as if you've given him the slap of his life. As if the very idea that his word could be questioned was deeply offensive. "Order and I execute," he says, accentuating the smooth tone of his voice.
"As if you have any idea what I might want?"
"Sold! Let me guess. If I win, you give me that gun nicely and everything will be fine. No lawsuits. (Y/N). I promise you that. I'll even give you a nice big paycheck."
Sorrento interprets this silence as a hesitation from which he can gain some advantage. He then leans towards you, taking his spine off the back of his leather chair. "You are a beautiful girl, well...a beautiful woman. You're older than your friends, what's the idea of having such dubious company? You could have a lot better, honey, I have a lot of young friends I can set you up with."
A flash of lightning passes through your eyes as Sorrento seems to be getting it more and more wrong. He just doesn't consider for a moment that you might prefer men of his age. This leaves you significantly offended, which is not lost on Nolan.
"Oh... I went too far. Sorry, let's forget it, we got off on the wrong foot. It is not a man you are looking for. You are beyond such considerations... You prefer women, perhaps?"
"You'll never find," you despair. "And if I win?"
"If you want me to stop chasing you, I will."
"And if I don't want to...?"
A curious request that leaves our CEO particularly confused. It's like exposing a part of your body. This no longer goes unnoticed in the mind of Nolan Sorrento. He seems to read you like an open book, you see him scrupulously analyzing your gestures as well as your mumblings, specifically the slight trembling of your lower lip. A flash of light crosses his face for a moment. As he tenses up against the leather of his massive chair, his lips widen in a disturbing way, causing a mocking sneer to appear at the corner of them. Sorrento gets up from his chair and slowly walks towards you. His step is heavy but determined, and his eyes are focused on you, stripping you of a single glance. "Stay where you are, Sorrento!" your cry is lost in the back of your knotted throat. You nearly choke on your saliva as he breaks through what you consider your security barrier. He enters your territory with no regard for your tortured state of mind. Your poor body trembles, you would like to run away from everything he represents. And yet, you feel helpless to get out of this twist of fate. "Or I..." "Or... ?" he continues, dragging out his words, bringing a dramatic twist to his sentence. "You kill me?" he cuts in with a laugh. An amused, almost mocking laugh full of dirty thoughts. God, you hate that laugh, you find it contemptuously arrogant. This time you guess that he is in a particularly playful mood. He tilts his head slightly to the side, a charming smile on his face that reflects nothing but patronization. "I doubt it..." You swallow painfully as you realize your mistake. He's got it all figured out. What to do... He is coming... He is close by... What should I do? Your legs shake to the point of being unable to move backwards, you feel as if you are in shock. You feel almost cathartic. No one has ever spoken to you like this, something seems to make your body move against all odds. This voice, this breath, this smell.... It is both frightening and seductive. You mentally slap yourself for having that thought in such a place, as he breaks the last few inches between your bodies to reinforce his dominance. You feel surrounded like a prey facing a hungry predator. You bite your lip almost too violently, the blood starts to flow against this red and swollen flesh. Sorrento takes the time to put his index finger on the curve of your lip. He delicately collects a fine drop of your blood, which he then brings to his mouth to taste you. There, it is the drama. Your tremors blind what's left of your sanity at the mere sight of the sensual movement of his finger between his lips, as he licks the last drop of red liquid from the tip of his tongue. A flush of heat invades your being, your lower abdomen contracts painfully, and you even come to secretly wish that he could reserve this pleasure for the most sensitive parts of your female anatomy. As he moves a little further in, your bodies brush against each other through the fabric of your clothes. He manages effortlessly to pin you against the nearest wall, holding your body against his with one hand. With his other hand, Nolan moves his fingers to the outside of your face. A light caress of his fingers on your cheekbones makes you blush. You can't hide your lack of experience in things of a physical nature. He just smiles at you, one of those smiles with that little wrinkle at the corner of your lips that takes you to fantasy land. You let his thumb scrupulously brush one of your cheeks, a sigh escaping almost instantly from your painted lips, under his touch. It is rewarded by a new caress, this time much slower, which ends in the hollow of your neck. You burn... You burn at the thought of his hand descending in slow agony to your chest, and even lower, to the center of your pleasure. He doesn't do it, but you can imagine him doing it with his eyes closed. You feel like you can even stroke your fantasy with your fingertips, it's right in front of you. "I think I guessed it..." he says, taking on a warm, drawling tone with a hint of desperation. You feel as if you can hear a plaintive whimper against your ear. "Give me that gun... And it will be all yours." "No..." you beg him not to pursue this, as you feel this one may go off the rails. You feel overwhelmed by powerful and conflicting emotions. "You lie..." You begin to dryly push her body away, which falls back into the back of his chair. Don't give in to his siren songs, think of everyone who is counting on you. "I promise you I won't, honey, look at me. I never make business promises for nothing." He seems to take offense at your lack of confidence. Sorrento grabs your chin between his long, thick fingers to bring your face even closer to his. "Then why the look?" "I'm just... surprised." "The idea is... so laughable?" "No, no, not at all!" he waves his hands vigorously. "On the contrary, I feel extremely flattered." He pulls you closer to him and says, "I'll let you into a little secret.... You've always been my favorite of all these idiots.... (Y/N)... I secretly hoped that you would somehow decide to work for me." He whispers these words with infinite tenderness in the hollow of your ear, his lips brushing your lobe. You feel his warm breath spreading and radiating to the back of your neck. Shivers run down your spine as his grip on the gun begins to weaken more and more. Sorrento feels it, as he closes his fist on the hand that holds the weapon. She is so pure, so beautiful and so vulnerable, he thinks. She is mine. He witnesses the ecstatic tremors of your body burning with desire for his authority. You openly expose your weaknesses by revealing the afflictions of your poor heart. Nolan Sorrento has been part of your wildest dreams for far too many years. "Say something and everything will be yours, (Y/N). Everything. Everything your heart has desired for so many years..." What a fool. He knew your feelings all along and still played with you. A slight sense of shame taints the beauty of the moment. You close your eyes tightly, wanting to resist the temptation to give him the gun. Everything is an illusion in the Oasis. You even regret that this is only a rescue operation. You yearn to feel the weight of Nolan's body against yours. His real body. In real life. There's nothing better than real life. "I'll be yours." And there you go, your mind racing at the very moment those four little words and ten letters come out of his mouth. Four words and ten letters that have kept you fantasizing for so many nights. These words crush all your scruples like a boot crushes a parasite. And like a robot, you lean towards his ear to confess the inevitable. You tell him everything you had planned to do against him. You throw it all away because a part of you seeks his approval. A part of you wants him more than anything in the world. Nothing can stop the flow of your words. You collapse, moaning in a breath as you feel his hand move against your buttocks and he forces you to sit on his lap. He tries to pull more of you, drawing you against his feverish body. His powerful hands encircle your hips, which are then positioned against his. With a simple movement, your pelvis rubs against his, he seeks this closeness, he is consumed by a burning inferno at the idea of being filled. Your body no longer belongs to you. It desires madly to be his. It proves it to you every second by acting against your will. You feel so overwhelmed that you lose all sense of time. Your hips move against his, in a slow agony, insatiable and possessive. You feel that the center of your desire is now a burning desert land. Your confessions have a surprising effect on him. You are both carried away by the taste of betrayal, it has the effect of a powerful aphrodisiac. "Tell me more... " his voice whispered against your ear is heavy, the breath on your skin is erratic and burning. Then he strokes your chin with his fingertips. "Prove to me your loyalty, (Y/N). " he pleads with you, sensually emphasizing each of his syllables. You slowly close your eyes as you feel chills run down the line of your back. You feel your cheeks flush, far from familiar with this form of closeness. Nolan Sorrento is the first to see the heat radiating from your cheeks, which seems to excite him even more. You wear a small tweed dress, mid-thigh, and underlined by a jacket in real black leather. He takes advantage of his hold on you to run his fingers over the curve of your buttocks under the layers of fabric. From there, his hands brush your skin with envy, while deepening their exploration lower and lower. This waiting is nothing but hell for you, these waves of heat melt your body. Your breath gets lost amidst the encouragement you materialize with squeaks, you still refuse to moan like a poor little thing. "Show me you're a good girl." His fingers first brush the cotton of your underwear, his caresses gentle and unintrusive. You feel that your sighs are as important as his, he wants you to like it above all. He needs your approval, it's the only thing that seems to be holding back the unleashing of his passions. A kind of vulnerability emerges from him, you finally realize what really lies beneath the surface of the ruthless businessman. Your moans are more than enough to bring a smile of satisfaction to his face. He doesn't hold back a slight chuckle, as he deepens his caresses towards what is already soaked with your desire. The suit you're wearing is magical, allowing you to feel his fingers on your privates as if they were really there. Drunk with his caresses, you respond to each one with a thrust of your pelvis, hoping to feel them deeper inside you. You think that it is not enough, the limits of the OASIS are such that they do not allow an enjoyment to the height of the vertigo which feeds your fantasies. But this, Sorrento does not know yet. Nolan starts to press with his fingertips the entrance of your intimacy before attacking the nerve center of your pleasure. He refuses to give in to the urgent need you have to feel his fingers on your skin, he prefers to stimulate your parts through the cotton that covers your intimacy. He wants to play with your nerves even more, without going directly inside, but creating enough sensations to reveal the wild personality inside you. You are dying for him to rip off that thin piece of cloth... You feel your eyes moisten at the same rate as your underwear, so much so that the palm of his hand is soon covered with your shameful moisture. You beg him with your beautiful eyes to tear off the cotton fabric which encloses your intimacy, but he does not give you satisfaction. Nolan plunges his two icy orbs into yours and contemplates the expression on your face, a mixture of euphoria and frustration. You complain that he seems to take great pleasure in giving you half of everything. His eyes darken as he watches you squirm, his fingers keep working inside you, so that after a few minutes your panties are completely soaked. Far from being horrified, this excites him greatly, then an incredible thrust against your body makes you gasp. You imagine him well ridden, and especially in you, going and coming more and more violently. Nolan tears off this underwear of a sharp shot, by taking care not to leave any remains of fabric between him and you. He then brings his hand to his nose and gently inhales your scent, making you even wetter, as you hear him sigh with desire. "Is that what you want then, (Y/N), flesh against flesh...? " he whispers as he quickly works his way down to your bundle of nerves, circling it between his thumb and forefinger with short, measured squeezes. You immediately go into a fit of muffled, discontinuous moans. Your hips agitate frantically against his hand while desiring much more of him. As if he had pressed a magic button, you're off to heaven. "Yes... of course you do..." he says as he nibbles on your earlobe, not stopping what he's doing to you underneath. The end of his sentence ends with a laugh, unfortunately muffled by the sound of your moans. You are intoxicated by his voice, his smell, his warm tongue in your ear and his fingers on your pleasure-soaked intimacy. He then puts firm pressure on that small spot of flesh, now hard and bloody. We can see in the depths of your eyes that your feelings are contradictory. It is necessary to say that all capacity of reasoning is lost in the whirlwind of these dizzy sensations. With your mouth half open, you feel ecstatic. You feel a furious desire to beg him to capture your lips with his, then to penetrate you very slowly of each of his fingers. Your half-closed eyes almost beg him to finish what remains of your ethical conscience. He alternates the caresses on the flesh ready to explode and your intimacy thus offered. Nolan finally decides to leave your clitoris to put a finger in you, then a second one. These comings and goings of his fingers are hasty and impulsive, you then start to lose all reason while shouting his name. He puts his hand against your mouth to muffle your cries. You love the way he touches you, especially the little sucking sounds he makes every time he goes inside you. You're in love with the way he makes love to you with his fingers, you can't help but arch your body under the shaking he gives you. His fingers work between your wet walls, you feel this heat that envelops your interior and makes you understand that he is the only one in the world to make you beg. His movements are now precise and violent, you feel yourself being pounded by two of his fingers, while his thumb continues to move over your clit in infinite slowness. He is much more gentle and tender with your flesh button, well aware that the sensitivity is such that you can't take any abuse from him. You feel the wave of pleasure begin to surge from your hairline to your toes. You feel it distinctly hit you like a first and true orgasm. Your muscles tense painfully and the contractions in your lower abdomen are now rushing, launching you into the best orgasm of your life. You can be surprised by your friends at any time. This only amplifies your pleasure to the point of explosion with one last press of Nolan's thumb on your flesh button and two of his fingers violently hitting your G-spot. He senses you're about to release, so he grabs your chin to force you to look into his eyes as the orgasm runs through your body. Your eyes never leave each other, you feel yourself absorbed in the ocean blue of his pupils dilated with excitement, while yours widen under the waves that ride your body. Nolan Sorrento has eclipsed all your previous orgasms in a snap, as if they never counted. You stagger and sweat on top of him, wondering what it's going to be like outside the OASIS. You want his mouth, but he isn't ready to give it to you yet. You want a kiss from him, his tongue against yours, but he refuses to kiss you. You don't deserve it yet in his eyes. You have to prove yourself. You cling to his lips, desperately, waiting for his commands, ready to satisfy any of his needs. "Keep them from destroying everything I've put so much effort into building." Anger and bitterness mingle in the tone of her husky voice. Nolan Sorrento can't stand failure anymore. Unfortunately for you, that's not enough in his eyes. He wants more loyalty from you, not just secrets, but real action. You know what you have to do, there is no other way to achieve your dream.
"This is an illusion. We're not really here." And now you begin to confess to him the irredeemable. You tell her about Wade and the others' plan. You are falling for his beautiful ocean blue eyes, his sly smile, his warm voice, his musky, vanilla smell, his irresistible accent. Nolan Sorrento is your cryptonite. "We're still in the Oasis."
Sorrento is as studded by your bravery as he is by your loyalty. Your words are full of impact and fragility.
"You are in my flux..."
You answer with a timid nod. He immediately feels a wave of anger come over him, coupled with an urge to smash everything and slaughter those damn kids. They dared to hack his connection to the OASIS. How could he let himself be trapped so easily? Sorrento remains silent for a few minutes before emerging again. Calm, Olympian, dignified. "Thank you."
"I...Mr. Sorrento."
"No." He starts to cut you off with a wave of his hand. He sweeps his gaze around the room, his eyes empty of emotion. "Shut up. Not now. Not here."
"I'm sorry." "We can't go on, (Y/N)." You feel like your heart is breaking into a million pieces. Nolan's words sound like they are tearing you apart. You sense the tears welling up in the corners of your eyes. It's strange to react like this, to feel like you've been left behind when you haven't accomplished anything yet. "I hate this fucking place," he finally says. You can feel the disgust for all of Hallyday and Morrow's work in the depths of his voice. "There's nothing better than reality for a first time."