‘After seeing doubleleaf’s drawing of Arno shirtless in his chair, and the one confession about being witness to Arno touching himself after a long day of work, I would just love nothing more than to be a maid who is hiding under his desk. I would give anything to see him fumble with his clothes, see that gorgeous cock of his, and hear him purr, ‘What are you waiting for, cherie?”
Confession [@ellebastille]
‘On Valentine’s Day I want a romantic and sensual night with Ezio and Arno plus the incredibly rugged but gentle Connor Kenway and these three treated me like the Queen I am! 💖💖💖 May my confession of these 3 handsome men be answered’
confession [@ladykenway1992]
‘Knowing how much of a romantic he is, you had asked Arno if you could keep things simple for Valentines as unfortunately you had to work that day. So when you get off your shift and see a text that he has a surprise waiting you can’t help but wonder what the man is up to.
Coming through the front door, you immediately notice how dark it is—the only light coming from small flickering tea lights that line a trail of rose petals up to your shared bedroom. You smile at the gesture as you remove you shoes and coat, anticipation bubbling under your skin.
Quickly, you make your way upstairs and the sight that greets you as you open the bedroom door takes your breath away. Lying comfortably in bed, with the sheet draped oh so carefully across his naked body, is Arno.
“Simple enough?” he asks with a smile. Climbing onto the bed, you kiss him deeply as he wraps his arms around your body and pulls you in close.
“Perfect” you murmur against his lips.
“Good,” he whispers, “you’ve had a long day, let me take care of you.” and he does. There isn’t an inch of skin that goes untouched by his hands or lips as he spends the night worshiping your body.’
Confession [@datnovice]
‘Yep, me again. For Valentine’s, I would love to have Arno naked on the table with a red bow on his dick waiting for me to take him right where he is. He would beg me to touch him and finger him then fuck him and make him cum.’
confession [@just-a-transboy]
It would start with me walking into the Grandmaster’s office. I’d walk up and behind him, and slide my hands down from his shoulders over his chest, and lean down to whisper in his ear. “Have you heard of the theory, that people who are more dominant in their regular life, that they tend to be more submissive in the bedroom?” I could practically hear his smirk. “I have not in fact. Why?”
“Hmmmm… oh well, I just thought it was interesting is all,” I said as I slowly slid one of my hands back up his chest and to his neck, whilst distracting him with kisses and nips along his jaw line. He turned his chair to me and captured my lips with his. “As much as I’d love to continue this, love, I have business to-” he gasped as I pulled his ponytail, which I’d wound in my fist. “That’s quite enough, Haytham,” I said as I straddled his lap. His eyes flashed dangerously.
“Don’t play with me, woman. I-” He got cut off once more with what I swore was a whimper as I ground down my hips to rub my core against his rapidly growing erection. “Last warning, Haytham. Now, put your hands on the rests, you’re not allowed to touch me, understood?”
As he nodded in confirmation I started kissing his neck, sucking on his weak spots, as my free hand quickly opened his shirt and then his belt and trousers to free his rock hard cock. Giving it a few quick strokes, emitting more moans from the usually stoic and composed Grandmaster, I rushed to pull up my skirts, happy of my earlier decision to not put on any underwear. Haytham seized this opportunity to try and touch me, but I immediately tightened my grip on his hair once more, tutting at him.
“No. Touching,” I said in a stern voice. His eyes flashed dangerously again, but I knew by the dilation of his pupils that he didn’t mean it… yet. As I finally had my skirt pulled up, I immediately sank down, closing my eyes and throwing my head back, moaning. I could feel Haytham underneath me, straining to touch me, or make me move, but he kept still. I opened my eyes slightly and looked at him and smirked. “Good boy.” As I started moving, I knew that I wouldn’t last long, definitely not long enough to ensure Haytham’s pleasure. He seemed to sense my internal battle, saying in a strained voice “Come, my love. Take your pleasure.”
Losing control, I screamed his name, raking my nails down his chest and pulling his hair once more, which made him buck and moan beneath me, but he didn’t come. Instead, he waited for me to come down from my orgasm, holding me close and rubbing my back whilst pressing soft kisses to my face and neck. I lifted my head to look at him, but my smile froze on my face. I knew that look. I knew that I would not leave this room before he decided I had learned my lesson. I knew I would be bent over the desk within the next five minutes, crying his name, begging for mercy and release as he would spank me long and hard, then to fuck me seven ways to Sunday.
But it was definitely worth it. Happy Valentine’s day to me indeed [Oh wow, this is my very first confession ever, and I very much got carried away… my apologies!]
Confession [@chrisfoxman]
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Congratulations on your first confession, amico mio! And such a detailed and well-written one, too! ♥ Great job!
~ Signora Paola
‘For Valentine’s Day, I want Shay to fuck my face and give me a facial.’
Confession [@thehalodiaries]
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‘For Valentine’s Day I want to come home and see Connor sitting on the bed, naked, holding a box of chocolate covered strawberries in one hand and holding a strawberry out to me to enjoy. I’ll devour the strawberries and my Sweet Sinnamon Roll. Mmm, delicious.’
Confession [@macadamians]
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‘Desmond, be my Valentine. We’ll drink, we’ll dance, then we’ll screw like the world’s about to end.’
Confession [@julia-aka-dadmondmiles]
‘On Valentine I make cake but end up eating Evie… oopss’
I’ve been waiting for you all day, mon amour. I’ve been thinking about how you would come through that door, see me in my naked state and how hard I am while I stroke myself slowly. All day long I’ve been thinking about what I’ll do to you when you arrive from work. How I’ll make you beg and squeal when I work you with my fingers. Oh, but if you want me to do the begging, I will submit to you. I promised to give you a Valentine you’ll never forget, and I intend to keep my promise.
Je t’aime,
Arno
Confession [@jiruchan]
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This is especially for the lovely Sister Teodora (@mllemarieantoine) 😉
~ Signora Paola