Bones fic: Three's Company
Title: Three's Company
Author: bea_tricks
Rating: M
Kink: Bondage, DubCon
Pairing: Brennan/Cam/Mystery Guest
A/N: This is written in response to tokenblkgirl 's prompt over on kinkinthebones . She requested cuffs, but I've taken a little liberty. Hope you don't mind. :) Big ol thanks go to my bitches sweetjamielee and lizook12 for their help with this.
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I'd been in a mood for at least a week. The interns had all been terrified, Sweets had wisely stayed in the Hoover building, and even Angela and Hodgins had been making themselves scarce. Only Booth had pestered me as much as usual, consistently dragging me out for nights that ended too early. Always too early.
It's been a while, I had told myself when I'd agreed to Cam's proposal. She's really a very attractive woman, I'd thought when Cam drew me into her bedroom that evening. And I'd been neither shocked nor disturbed, but quite aroused when Cam pulled my wrists up and locked them to a horizontal bar hanging from the ceiling.
But I hadn't been expecting Cam to have a visitor, and I certainly hadn't been expecting to have him involved with our play.
I was breathing heavily, bared but for my sheer black bra and panties when the doorbell rang. Certainly Cam wouldn't leave me simply hanging here. She would ignore it, I was sure.
But Cam stood in her heels, smiled mischievously, and let her hips sway as she strolled from the room. I argued, but ultimately could do nothing but screw my mouth up, shift my wrists in their binds and wait. Voices drifted indistinctly from the other room. There was Cam's, but there was a deeper voice as well, a man's voice.
Hurry up, I muttered to myself. Tell him you aren't buying and send him away. You can't get me worked up and then just leave me here. All the same, the low voice strummed a chord somewhere deep inside me. I had to admit that the thought of being filled, being stroked from the inside by something warm and alive was very appealing.
Finally, I heard the front door close and Cam reentered the room, shutting the door behind her. The woman smiled at me, pulled out a blindfold and covered my eyes.
"So, Dr. Brennan," Cam spoke low, "we have a guest."
When my eyes were veiled, I heard the door open and feet moving to stand somewhere near Cam. "What do you mean? You actually invited someone?" I asked, shifting again in irritation. Quite aware of my state of undress, and suddenly modest, I asked, "Who is it?"
"A friend," Cam replied simply, with that relaxed authority that she wore so well.
I wanted to object, but when I felt her hands graze across my bare skin, from my collarbone down to my ilium, I paused. I knew I missed a lover's touch, but I'd forgotten exactly what that thrilling jolt felt like, and my breath caught in my throat. I mulled for a moment while entranced by her touch and finally relented. There was someone else in the room. So what? The thought of him (assuming that our voyeur was the owner of that male voice) watching us was frankly a little arousing at this point. So long as he kept his distance, I decided I had no real problem with it.
Cam's ministrations were tortuously slow and were driving me into a whirlwind of anticipation. Her hands roamed a long while before her lips finally fell to my neck and tasted my skin. My head lolled. Her touch was soft and spellbinding, trailing down my torso. When a whimper escaped my lips, our guest - whose presence I'd almost forgotten - took a sharp breath.
Cam pulled her head away, though one hand remained warmly at the base of my spine. She must have gestured to the man, because I heard the rustle of a person approaching and felt the shift in air pressure that meant he was standing close behind me.
"Cam..." I started.
"It's alright," she replied.
"I'm not comfortable with this."
"Dr. Brennan, I'm going to ask you to trust me. We're all friends here."
I stayed still for a moment, and in the end it was less Cam's assurance that silenced my objections, and more the smooth, sensual inhale and exhale of the tall figure behind me. His hot breath touched the hairs at the nape of my neck, and nearly made my knees buckle. I nodded my assent at Cam and she resumed her exploration of my stomach.
He slid closer to me, but still didn't touch. I had no idea who this was, and everything told me that I should resist, but the proximity was hypnotic. Sheer strength of will was the only thing that kept me upright. Quiet, masculine breaths made me forget everything, but then his cologne reached me. I was swept up in the familiarity; I could swear I knew that scent.
Before I knew it, his mouth had moved and his lips were hovering a heartbeat away from my neck, but only his breath touched me. I could feel the top of my head tingling but recognized annoyance creeping up from my stomach at the same time. Why was I letting this stranger get me so excited? Or maybe my sense of smell was right; maybe this was a 'friend' not just of Cam's but of mine as well. What if it wasn't someone I would want to show my unrestrained side? What if this irrevocably changed our relationship while I stood by, unaware?
His lips brushed my ear and I briefly lost my balance. From where his face was I could perceive nuances in the air pressure, sense his breath catch when I exhaled myself, heard him wet his lips. I couldn't help but imagine those mysterious lips doing things...
He stood so close behind me that I could feel the heat from his body, and I thought my pride and stubbornness were about to break, I was sure of it. I would lean into this familiar stranger and force him to finally touch me. I would give up the bit of restraint I was clinging to. But just as I was about to give in, he did. The man reached his hands up to the top of my arms and scorched them back down my skin, while pulling my earlobe into his mouth and sucking. His long, hard torso and hips finally pressed into my back.
I whimpered and tried to reach for him before remembering that my hands weren't going anywhere.
Between Cam's tongue grazing the inside of my thigh, pulling off my panties, and the stranger's hands coming from behind me to frame my jaw and trace my lips, I was finding myself with less and less control. If I had any chance of finding out who this was, I had to act now, before it got too far.
"Who are you?" I begged. "Please."
He said nothing, but tilted my head back and pressed his lips to mine. They were malleable, confident. I knew that kiss.
"Jared," I said.
He removed the blindfold and smiled gently at me. "God, Tempe. You are so gorgeous."
It was precisely that moment when Cam found my clit and began to flick at it with her tongue. My head fell back helplessly onto his shoulder. "Ohh, I... I want..." I trailed off.
"What, Tempe? What do you want?"
I wanted their four hands on my body, I wanted to be drowned in sweet kisses, I wanted Cam's tongue on my clit and Jared's cock thrusting deep inside me. But I couldn't answer. Each time I tried, Cam found something new to try and had me moaning rather than talking.
He pulled my body flush with his and whispered in my ear. "What do you want? Tell me."
All restraint flew right on out the window. "I want you inside me. I want you to fuck me."
His breath wavered briefly. "Yes, ma'am."
Jared's hands unhooked my bra and pulled it upward. Why didn't I wear a strapless bra? He managed to loop it out of the way, around the bar where my wrists were bound and brought his hands back to cup my breasts. It was a gentle massage, but I was far past the need for that. My clit was already thrumming and Cam wasn't letting up, I knew I was close. Leaning back, I ground my hips into him and squirmed as best I could without dislodging the mouth driving me closer and closer to climax. Hurry up!
I heard a chuckle and the rustle of clothing that finally was pitched over to my left. When the full of his naked body pressed to me, I was already moist, but I found myself becoming wetter at the anticipation and the feel of his erection against me. He was still taking too long, I whined my complaint.
I felt his solid length slip between my legs. He gripped my hips and stroked my skin. And then suddenly, finally, he was filling me. "Oh, God," I breathed. This was definitely something that I had been missing. He stroked and my blood pumped harder. Pleasure washed through me at the new sensation, and still Cam remained at work. I looked down at her at the apex of my thighs, tonguing my clit as best she could with the addition of our new partner. She looked up at me with shining eyes, and though I couldn't see her mouth, I swear she smiled.
Cam's hands on my ass, Jared's grip on my hips, her mouth before me, his cock deep inside were all overwhelming. I was steadily approaching release, crying out and begging to have it finally take me. And when Jared's sounds of rapture filled the curl of my ear, I fell. My hands grabbed for the bar just as my legs gave way, and I felt my orgasm rush through as the two held me fast.
We spent the rest of the evening in similar fashion. They released me from my binds and I made good use of a vibrator as Jared pinned Cam against the wall until she screamed. We tied Jared to the bed and teased him with feathers, with words until he begged for release. And I had the chance to return Cam's favor, tonguing her into oblivion.
I'd never been involved in an experience like this with two other people, but my body told me as I left that it was exactly what I'd needed. The way that Booth was tempting and simultaneously pushing me away had been driving me to distraction. I simply needed to get it out. All the same, if Jared was Booth Lite... my legs went a little weak as I imagined the original.
I took out my cell phone and dialed.
"Booth, I need to see you."
Author: bea_tricks
Rating: M
Kink: Bondage, DubCon
Pairing: Brennan/Cam/Mystery Guest
A/N: This is written in response to tokenblkgirl 's prompt over on kinkinthebones . She requested cuffs, but I've taken a little liberty. Hope you don't mind. :) Big ol thanks go to my bitches sweetjamielee and lizook12 for their help with this.
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I'd been in a mood for at least a week. The interns had all been terrified, Sweets had wisely stayed in the Hoover building, and even Angela and Hodgins had been making themselves scarce. Only Booth had pestered me as much as usual, consistently dragging me out for nights that ended too early. Always too early.
It's been a while, I had told myself when I'd agreed to Cam's proposal. She's really a very attractive woman, I'd thought when Cam drew me into her bedroom that evening. And I'd been neither shocked nor disturbed, but quite aroused when Cam pulled my wrists up and locked them to a horizontal bar hanging from the ceiling.
But I hadn't been expecting Cam to have a visitor, and I certainly hadn't been expecting to have him involved with our play.
I was breathing heavily, bared but for my sheer black bra and panties when the doorbell rang. Certainly Cam wouldn't leave me simply hanging here. She would ignore it, I was sure.
But Cam stood in her heels, smiled mischievously, and let her hips sway as she strolled from the room. I argued, but ultimately could do nothing but screw my mouth up, shift my wrists in their binds and wait. Voices drifted indistinctly from the other room. There was Cam's, but there was a deeper voice as well, a man's voice.
Hurry up, I muttered to myself. Tell him you aren't buying and send him away. You can't get me worked up and then just leave me here. All the same, the low voice strummed a chord somewhere deep inside me. I had to admit that the thought of being filled, being stroked from the inside by something warm and alive was very appealing.
Finally, I heard the front door close and Cam reentered the room, shutting the door behind her. The woman smiled at me, pulled out a blindfold and covered my eyes.
"So, Dr. Brennan," Cam spoke low, "we have a guest."
When my eyes were veiled, I heard the door open and feet moving to stand somewhere near Cam. "What do you mean? You actually invited someone?" I asked, shifting again in irritation. Quite aware of my state of undress, and suddenly modest, I asked, "Who is it?"
"A friend," Cam replied simply, with that relaxed authority that she wore so well.
I wanted to object, but when I felt her hands graze across my bare skin, from my collarbone down to my ilium, I paused. I knew I missed a lover's touch, but I'd forgotten exactly what that thrilling jolt felt like, and my breath caught in my throat. I mulled for a moment while entranced by her touch and finally relented. There was someone else in the room. So what? The thought of him (assuming that our voyeur was the owner of that male voice) watching us was frankly a little arousing at this point. So long as he kept his distance, I decided I had no real problem with it.
Cam's ministrations were tortuously slow and were driving me into a whirlwind of anticipation. Her hands roamed a long while before her lips finally fell to my neck and tasted my skin. My head lolled. Her touch was soft and spellbinding, trailing down my torso. When a whimper escaped my lips, our guest - whose presence I'd almost forgotten - took a sharp breath.
Cam pulled her head away, though one hand remained warmly at the base of my spine. She must have gestured to the man, because I heard the rustle of a person approaching and felt the shift in air pressure that meant he was standing close behind me.
"Cam..." I started.
"It's alright," she replied.
"I'm not comfortable with this."
"Dr. Brennan, I'm going to ask you to trust me. We're all friends here."
I stayed still for a moment, and in the end it was less Cam's assurance that silenced my objections, and more the smooth, sensual inhale and exhale of the tall figure behind me. His hot breath touched the hairs at the nape of my neck, and nearly made my knees buckle. I nodded my assent at Cam and she resumed her exploration of my stomach.
He slid closer to me, but still didn't touch. I had no idea who this was, and everything told me that I should resist, but the proximity was hypnotic. Sheer strength of will was the only thing that kept me upright. Quiet, masculine breaths made me forget everything, but then his cologne reached me. I was swept up in the familiarity; I could swear I knew that scent.
Before I knew it, his mouth had moved and his lips were hovering a heartbeat away from my neck, but only his breath touched me. I could feel the top of my head tingling but recognized annoyance creeping up from my stomach at the same time. Why was I letting this stranger get me so excited? Or maybe my sense of smell was right; maybe this was a 'friend' not just of Cam's but of mine as well. What if it wasn't someone I would want to show my unrestrained side? What if this irrevocably changed our relationship while I stood by, unaware?
His lips brushed my ear and I briefly lost my balance. From where his face was I could perceive nuances in the air pressure, sense his breath catch when I exhaled myself, heard him wet his lips. I couldn't help but imagine those mysterious lips doing things...
He stood so close behind me that I could feel the heat from his body, and I thought my pride and stubbornness were about to break, I was sure of it. I would lean into this familiar stranger and force him to finally touch me. I would give up the bit of restraint I was clinging to. But just as I was about to give in, he did. The man reached his hands up to the top of my arms and scorched them back down my skin, while pulling my earlobe into his mouth and sucking. His long, hard torso and hips finally pressed into my back.
I whimpered and tried to reach for him before remembering that my hands weren't going anywhere.
Between Cam's tongue grazing the inside of my thigh, pulling off my panties, and the stranger's hands coming from behind me to frame my jaw and trace my lips, I was finding myself with less and less control. If I had any chance of finding out who this was, I had to act now, before it got too far.
"Who are you?" I begged. "Please."
He said nothing, but tilted my head back and pressed his lips to mine. They were malleable, confident. I knew that kiss.
"Jared," I said.
He removed the blindfold and smiled gently at me. "God, Tempe. You are so gorgeous."
It was precisely that moment when Cam found my clit and began to flick at it with her tongue. My head fell back helplessly onto his shoulder. "Ohh, I... I want..." I trailed off.
"What, Tempe? What do you want?"
I wanted their four hands on my body, I wanted to be drowned in sweet kisses, I wanted Cam's tongue on my clit and Jared's cock thrusting deep inside me. But I couldn't answer. Each time I tried, Cam found something new to try and had me moaning rather than talking.
He pulled my body flush with his and whispered in my ear. "What do you want? Tell me."
All restraint flew right on out the window. "I want you inside me. I want you to fuck me."
His breath wavered briefly. "Yes, ma'am."
Jared's hands unhooked my bra and pulled it upward. Why didn't I wear a strapless bra? He managed to loop it out of the way, around the bar where my wrists were bound and brought his hands back to cup my breasts. It was a gentle massage, but I was far past the need for that. My clit was already thrumming and Cam wasn't letting up, I knew I was close. Leaning back, I ground my hips into him and squirmed as best I could without dislodging the mouth driving me closer and closer to climax. Hurry up!
I heard a chuckle and the rustle of clothing that finally was pitched over to my left. When the full of his naked body pressed to me, I was already moist, but I found myself becoming wetter at the anticipation and the feel of his erection against me. He was still taking too long, I whined my complaint.
I felt his solid length slip between my legs. He gripped my hips and stroked my skin. And then suddenly, finally, he was filling me. "Oh, God," I breathed. This was definitely something that I had been missing. He stroked and my blood pumped harder. Pleasure washed through me at the new sensation, and still Cam remained at work. I looked down at her at the apex of my thighs, tonguing my clit as best she could with the addition of our new partner. She looked up at me with shining eyes, and though I couldn't see her mouth, I swear she smiled.
Cam's hands on my ass, Jared's grip on my hips, her mouth before me, his cock deep inside were all overwhelming. I was steadily approaching release, crying out and begging to have it finally take me. And when Jared's sounds of rapture filled the curl of my ear, I fell. My hands grabbed for the bar just as my legs gave way, and I felt my orgasm rush through as the two held me fast.
We spent the rest of the evening in similar fashion. They released me from my binds and I made good use of a vibrator as Jared pinned Cam against the wall until she screamed. We tied Jared to the bed and teased him with feathers, with words until he begged for release. And I had the chance to return Cam's favor, tonguing her into oblivion.
I'd never been involved in an experience like this with two other people, but my body told me as I left that it was exactly what I'd needed. The way that Booth was tempting and simultaneously pushing me away had been driving me to distraction. I simply needed to get it out. All the same, if Jared was Booth Lite... my legs went a little weak as I imagined the original.
I took out my cell phone and dialed.
"Booth, I need to see you."