Piers watched his sister’s match intently.  His eyes never left the field.  Marnie was doing phenomenally.  She’d already taken out one of Nessa’s Pokémon and was well on her way to knock out the next. It was truly a ‘blink and you’ll miss it’ kind of match, and Piers didn’t anticipate missing the moment of his sister’s victory.

Annais wasn’t doing anywhere near as well.  If she looked agitated, it was for good reason.  Piers wasn’t playing fair.  His hands weren’t shoved in his jacket pockets to keep them warm; there was a remote inside.   A remote that he was using to tease Annais relentlessly.  She was also trying to focus on the match at hand, but the uncertainty of the motor between her legs had her full attention.

For once, this kinky plan was all Piers.  He spotted the vibrating panties when they were together in an adult shop and picked them up without saying a word to her.  Annais was excited when she noticed them, and was curious where he intended to have her wear them.  While hanging out on the couch at home?  Maybe as they went to get groceries?  She had no idea he could be so devious.  Sometimes, he really put the dark in dark-type.

There she sat, sharing a stadium with all of Galar, subject to Piers’s mischief.  Thank goodness that the seats she and Piers had were not among the civilians.  No, she was just on a row with other league members.  Though she sat in the middle of the aisle, only Piers was at her side. Milo had left an empty seat between the two of them.  She tried her hardest to act normal and not draw attention to herself.  Even as former champion, she was still on everyone’s radar.  She’d had a cult following before, but she gained notoriety with her flashy resignation.  The last thing she needed to add to her public image was submissive sex freak.  She wanted to maintain a shred of dignity.  

Piers was thoroughly enjoying the control she had given him.  He’d cycle through the settings, easing her to the verge of an orgasm, just to switch if off and leave her huffing and breathless.  This had gone on for a while.  She’d been teetering on the edge of climax for what felt like forever. There was still one more matchup left after Marnie’s event.  He smirked to himself as she writhed in the seat beside her.  If the uninitiated paid her any mind, she may have looked like she really needed to visit the restroom.  In his peripheral vision, he noticed her arch her back, pushing her pelvis forward just a bit.  She shut her eyes and whimpered.

Piers cut eyes to her. “Everythin’ okay, love?”

“Uh-huh,” Annais said, accompanied with a breathless nod.

This time, she was closer than she had been.  She felt that if she crossed her legs just right, she might finally be able to cum. Piers must have sensed that as well, because he shut the damn thing off.  A near silent, choked sob fell from her.

“Behave.”

This word came as a growl from below his breath, arousing her further.  He leaned closer to her, eyes still not straying from the battle in front of them.

“Be a good girl,” he continued in a hushed whisper.  “An’ I’ll make sure to reward you over and over when we get home.”

His hand landed on her thigh, offering a reassuring squeeze.  A sharp intake of air followed.

“You can do that for me, yeah?”

A weak bobbing of her head was her response, but Piers wasn’t satisfied with this.

“Use your words, Ann,” he reminded her.  “Speak up or we’ll do this all night.”

“… Yes,” the word was so shaky and small as it left her lips.

“I bet you’re dripping wet.  I can hear it in your voice,” he said, taking her hand and threading his fingers between hers.  Such a tender, innocent action from such a sadistic man.  “You’ve soaked that seat, haven’t you?”

Annais stared straight ahead, unable to formulate a coherent response.  He hadn’t cut on the vibrator in a few minutes.  If she was a fool, she’d believe he had gotten tired of it.  She tried her hardest to mentally prepare for the next time he’d strike.

“I can’t wait to wear out your sopping cunt tonight.  We might not even make it upstairs.  You wouldn’t mind that, would you?  Me pinning you against our door the moment we step inside?”

His low, filthy words were drowned out by the stadium music and cheers of the crowd.  Yet to Annais, they were so obscenely loud, ringing in her ears over and over after he spoke them.

“Y’know, love, you’re not suffering alone.”

Annais side-eyed him, lowering her gaze down to his crotch as subtly as possible.  He adjusted himself for her viewing pleasure.  If someone was paying close attention, they could see his erection straining the fly of his tight, black trousers beneath his long, baggy tank that he must have selected in anticipation of this.  She gulped, then her mouth fell slightly agape.  It was a miracle she wasn’t slobbering all over herself.  She was stupefied by cock-lust.  The dull throb in her loins had overthrown all comprehension.  If she was a bolder girl, she’d probably be clamoring onto on his lap right this second.  She felt so painfully empty as she imagined every inch of his delightfully thick, throbbing prick filling her to the point of delirious satisfaction.  She wanted his white-hot essence flooding her insides as he fucked her from behind, smashing her face in a puddle of her own drool as her eyes rolled back like a woman possessed by cock.

“You’re starin’, Ann. Eyes up front.”

Piers’s words snapped her back at attention.  Nessa was down to her Drednaw.  Marnie had switched to her Grimmsnarl.  Both were dynamaxing.  The escalation of events proved to be a decent distraction for Annais.  The split-second she let her guard down to watch the show, Piers commanded the vibrator onto its highest setting.  With a shuddering gasp, she clutched his hand painfully.

“Marn’s gonna win,” he spoke, feigning ignorance of his dirty deed.  “You don’ mind goin’ for a little celebration dinner after this, do you?”

She whimpered, willing away tears of frustration at the mere thought of it.  This night was going to be grueling.