‘Normally I’d love to be such an obedient girl for Arno, do whatever he says with eagerness and a “yes, Sir”. But I just can’t help but think what his reaction would be if I were to tease him, mock him, say “make me” whenever he gave me verbal warnings. I’d just press and press and press until he decides enough is enough and throws me over his knee, spanking me until I’m a teary mess and promising to be good for him.’
‘I’ve always seen Arno as a soft dom. I’d adore for him to tie me down and praise my body then edge me over and over and over until I’m trembling on the brink of tears. I’d love to hear him mocking my desperate pleas as he makes me watch him touch himself while I have no stimulation. He’d make me beg for him to let me cum, use his fingers, tongue and cock, orgasm after orgasm, fucking me into overstimulation. “Isn’t this what you wanted, chérie? Just one more for me. Tu es à moi, non?”’
‘I’ve been playing ACU recently and I must confess that everytime I went to Arno’s room I just want to be there with him and make both of us forget about everything in the world after a long day, starting with a passionate and relaxing kisses then it becoming more sensual, after that we both could have some fun with the famous 69 and a good slow and hot sex with a lot of dirty talk. I love him so much, he deserves all the best and I would do anything to make him feel the best man anytime! ♡ oh Arno ~’
‘I dreamed about meeting Arno at a naughty, private masquerade at a beautiful private country estate. After he slipped my dress off, I tried to cover myself up, he took my hands and bound them behind my back using the ribbon he always wears in his air. The way he watched me as I rode him still gives me butterflies just thinking about it…’
‘After a smutty conversation where a friend suggested it, I can’t stop thinking about Arno handgagging me. His fingers down there, working the most sinful noises out of me while his other hand trails up to cover my mouth and muffle my moans while he enjoys having all that power over me, whispering dirty things in French. What a dream.’
‘I love men who are – ahem – gifted in the assets department: thighs, chest, muscles, ass, bulge. I pay attention to these things, so you can imagine my delight when I noticed that Arno’s ass actually gets bigger when you play the game – as do his thighs, mmm, I could spend hours feeling them up and running my tongue down them. His ass goes from being cute and bouncy (note the ass strut he gives when talking to M. de la Serre) to firm and plump, especially if you wear those tight pants which highlights his assets in the front – a very decent admission, I might add. Arno is also one of the best dressers, and since I have a thing for men in uniform whenever he’s in his Master Assassin or Athos Duel shirt I go insane. I could spend hours touching him and sucking his cock, coupled with a few ass smacks. That man is insanely gorgeous.’
Confession [@warof18dollars12cents]
Call this weird, but I’d love a scenario where I could have older, Master Assassin Arno and younger, brash Arno at the same time. Here’s how it would go: I’m a hustler, going back and forth between Versailles, Luxembourg Palace and Fontainebleau, winning big at all the game tables. During one, I’d win a huge bet and win a certain pocket watch from a certain handsome, disgruntled player. Trying to catch me alone after the party’s over to ‘convince’ me to give it back – and he certainly has creative ways with his mouth – I manage to slip out of his reach and lose his tail before I go to another party. There, I still win big, but my co-player isn’t so brash and we managed to strike a draw. Displeased, we play again and I decide to have a ‘sleight of hand’. My new co-player notices but doesn’t act as I win the game.
Afterwards, he confronts me on my cheating and isn’t so keen on my firm denial, but instead of reporting me to the authorities, he’s willing to give me his own form of punishment – he’s already sold me on his sexy purr of a voice, and given the wetness between my legs and the large, hard line of his cock I’m prepared to accept his punishment. Then, before we can work out on the proper details of my ‘punishment’, the other player whose watch I won arrives, upset he didn’t get to me first and sees I’m in the midst of a make-out and fingering parlay. He doesn’t stay upset for long, though, for they decide a nice little game of tag-teaming will teach me a lesson. Needless to say, I still gamble – and I absolutely look forward to getting ‘caught’ provided these two hand out my sentence 😉
Confession [@warof18dollars12cents]
‘I would love Arno to take my virginity. I’d play the coy, sly woman who always evades his attentions until he decides he’s had enough and finally decides to take the final step. Upon discovering I’ve never been touched, he’d be so gentle with his touch, making sure I was completely prepared until his Assassin side comes through and he amps up the pressure, stretching me with his large, thick cock.He would leave me whimpering and crying out his name, all the while wearing that token smirk of his… Oh, the utter pleasure and orgasms I’d get from this man…please let me be his Valentine!’
Confession [@warof18dollars12cents]
‘Ezio, Jacob, and Arno have all decided that Valentines Day is the perfect time to win my affection. Each of them tries to court me and I purposely ignore them all. Their frustration grows until they decide to corner me and make me choose. The three of them approach my door and knock. With a sly smirk I answer wearing some scandalous underwear. That’s all it takes for them to break and we spend the night fucking raw for all of the city to hear. Jacob’s voice, Arno’s tongue, Ezio’s hands.’
‘I saw a modern au drawing in which Arno was a ballet dancer and m-hmmm ohh boy… I myself, in my good old days, was a ballerina. Now I cannot help but imagine that Arno is the new French dancer and since I’m the top dancer in the place and we get paired, I can imagine that there’d be a lot of sexual tension between us. The way he grabs my body, the way we get real close as he draws me to himself, the eye contact… Long story short, we’d go to his place after a show and fuck all night…’