Dark Delight (2/10): Brief Release (David/Charlie, Goth series)
Title: Dark Delight
Fandom: NUMB3RS
Pairing/Characters: David Sinclair/Charlie Eppes
Rating: FRAO, NC-17
Summary: David and Charlie carry on a secret Dom/sub relationship, as 'vampire' lord and his goth girl. Then David takes them to an event where they can play out their fantasies fully among others.
Part 2 of 10: Brief Release
David takes care of Charlie's needs.
Sequel to: Goth Girl
Word Count: 2042
Part 2- Brief Release
In response to David's command to show him what had on under his jeans, Charlie unzipped his jeans and pushed them a few inches, keeping his eyes away from David and fastened on the closed door.
"You're wearing the panties I gave you, babybat."
Charlie smiled at the endearment and replied, "As often as I can."
Charlie heard a noise behind him then felt David push his jeans down a little more. David slid his hands in the back of Charlie's jeans and rested his hands on Charlie's ass. Charlie could feel the heat of them through the silk.
Charlie held his breath.
David stepped back. "Take off all of your clothes except your panties."
"Yes, David," Charlie said eagerly. He stripped off all his clothes except for his silk panties and put them on a nearby chair. The office floor was cold on his bare feet. He didn't hesitate, though anyone could knock on the door at any time and Charlie would have no explanation for being near naked.
"Hands on the door."
Charlie put his hands on the door. David slowly slid his hands over Charlie's back and shoulders. Charlie knew from looking in the mirror this morning that his body still sharply showed the bruises and other marks from their encounter two days ago. David's hands went over Charlie's ass and down his legs. Charlie loved the feel of David's hands on his waxed body.
"Eyes closed. Turn and face me."
Charlie closed his eyes and turned to face David. David's hands ran over Charlie's chest and legs. He lingered on Charlie's nipples, and Charlie held back a whimper at the still tender nubs.
"Turn back around."
Charlie faced the door again and put his hands on the door.
David's fingers went to Charlie's shoulders and neck, lingering over the layers of bite marks old and new. Charlie hoped that David was picturing Charlie in his halter-top dress at the convention, showing his bite marks off to David's friends. Charlie bit down on the urge to beg. If David wanted him to beg, he would have told him to.
David's hands went to Charlie's hips. Then they slid around to Charlie's crotch. Charlie couldn't hold back a moan as David rubbed Charlie's hard cock through the lace and silk of his panties.
"You must remain silent, babybat," David murmured. "This room isn't soundproof."
Charlie nodded, gritting his teeth as David began to stroke him through his panties. David's body pressed up against his back. He could feel David's crotch against his ass and Charlie gritted his teeth harder.
He heard David's breath in his ear and it seemed like David's breathing was a little choppy. David rarely showed anything but calm when with Charlie.
The hand that wasn't stroking Charlie's cock pushed between their bodies to Charlie's ass. David moved aside Charlie's panties and jiggled the anal plug in Charlie's ass.
A whimper escaped Charlie and he held his breath.
David didn't chastise him. In fact, David began to play with the plug, twisting and pulling it. His other hand continued to rub Charlie's throbbing cock through the silk and lace panties.
"You have two words," David murmured, his voice even.
Charlie almost said 'Thank you' and used up his two words. David sometimes gave him a specific word limit when he wanted Charlie to focus. Charlie tried to pull back from the sensations in his cock and ass and consider what to say. He thought of and discarded, 'Feels good,' 'Your hands,' 'Fuck me,' 'Orgasm please.' He then went through things like 'Convention yes,' 'Take me,' 'Display me.' Then he thought of the more fundamental 'Own me,' 'Keep me,' 'I'm yours.'
Finally he just said, putting all of his arousal and adoration into the syllables, "My lord."
David laughed softly in his ear, sounding pleased.
David began to move both his hands more vigorously. One hand stroked Charlie's cock through his panties while the other thrust the anal plug in and out.
Charlie bit down on his lip and pressed his hands against the door. His legs were trembling. He didn't know if they were going to hold him up much longer.
In his ear, David said in a low husky voice, "Come."
Then he leaned down and bit Charlie's neck.
Arousal, delight, permission blasted through Charlie and he felt his orgasm rise. Charlie's teeth tightened on his own lip, he squeezed his eyes shut, then he was coming against David's hand, in his panties. David held on as Charlie's body jerked and shuddered through his orgasm. One more spurt and his legs gave out. Releasing his bite-hold on Charlie's neck, David held Charlie up.
Slowly, David sank to the floor, Charlie in his arms. They sat there as Charlie gasped as quietly as he could.
Charlie crept a hand towards David's crotch, but David stopped him silently. Closing his eyes, Charlie melted into David's embrace.
After a moment, David turned Charlie's face towards his. David's eyes focused on Charlie's lip. Charlie reached out with his tongue and realized that his lip was bloody.
"Stop."
Charlie froze. David tilted up Charlie's face, leaned forward, and sucked on Charlie's torn lip. Charlie whimpered softly as his recently spent body tried to wake up again. David kissed Charlie firmly, his tongue seeking out any last trace of blood.
Lifting his head, David licked his own lips. He gave Charlie a wry smile. "This is not resting."
"No," Charlie said softly. He wanted to sit here forever.
"Get dressed."
Charlie sighed. "Yes, David."
David helped him to his feet. Charlie's panties were wet and warm with cum. He fumbled his clothes on, his motions feeling sluggish. When he was dressed, David checked him over.
"Go home and rest for the remainder of the day."
"Yes, David."
David pulled back the collar of Charlie's shirt. Charlie knew he was inspecting his latest bite mark. Though David hadn't been wearing his vampire teeth, Charlie could feel that it had left a mark anyway. Charlie couldn't wait to check it out in a mirror.
"I will see you this Friday afternoon," David said. "Presuming my job doesn't intervene."
Charlie nodded, looking forward to it already.
David continued, "A week from Friday is the convention and it will last through Sunday evening. And I won't let my job intervene, no matter what."
Charlie was thrilled that David would prioritize him over his job. Charlie would give up any plans himself.
David put two fingers on the fresh bite mark on Charlie's neck. He rubbed it for a moment. "You just stripped when I told you to, right here in the office. Are you not afraid of being found out? People finding out about…everything?"
Charlie blinked. David sounded a little uncertain. "No, David," Charlie replied softly. "I am yours."
David smiled warmly at him. His hand circled Charlie's neck. "Oh, my dark delight."
Charlie felt a flush of pleasure at the unexpected endearment. David had never called him that before, or anything like it. "All I want is to please you."
David's smile lit up his eyes. "You do."
Charlie wanted to melt into a puddle at David's feet. He whispered, "I am glad, my lord."
This time David didn't correct him, just smiled, his thumb pressing on the fresh bite mark.
Charlie felt like he was going to faint with happiness.
David pulled back his hand and straightened Charlie's collar. "Now, go home and rest. Ignore your brother if he calls."
"Yes, David."
David looked at him thoughtfully. "On second thought, sit here for five minutes. That flush in your face speaks volumes."
Charlie dropped his head. "I'm sorry."
"Don't be. Five minutes. Then home and rest."
"Thank you, David." Charlie slowly moved to a chair. He still wanted to wrap himself around David. Five minutes was a good idea to get his head back into the proper Professor Eppes mode. Don would probably have questions as soon as he left the meeting room.
David unlocked and opened the door. He stood with his hand on the knob, looking at Charlie for a moment. Charlie squeezed his hands together on the urge to go to him.
"Till Friday," David said quietly, then turned and left.
Charlie breathed out a shuddering breath. He knew that if he met David outside the meeting room that he would be Agent Sinclair again, not his lord and master. Charlie was finding himself surprisingly comfortable with the bifurcation - David as his lord was like the lacy panties under Charlie's jeans. The secret was part of the pleasure.
Though he'd be okay if David wanted to make their relationship public.
Whatever David wanted.
Because David had been 100% accurate so far in guessing what would make Charlie happy.
"'My dark delight,'" Charlie whispered softly. In eleven days, he was going to go to a convention with David. He had no idea what that meant, other than he was going to spend the entire weekend dressed up and the entire weekend in David's company. It sounded like heaven.
He checked his watch, planning on sitting here for five minutes exactly. Then he would go home, crawl into bed, and start imagining what he could wear and do to please David the best next time.
Wavelet analysis threaded through his mind with skirts and bustiers. Happiness and post-orgasm bliss curved like waves, writing math in the air around him.
Suddenly he frowned and stared at the equation still on the whiteboard. If he tweaked it there, he could tighten the analysis considerably.
But David had said sit there for five minutes then go home. It was the first time David had acknowledged the relationship - let alone done anything sexual - outside his apartment. Charlie could not disobey orders.
Don walked into the room. "Are you still here?" He pulled up short and sniffed the air. "Charlie? Really?"
Charlie flushed.
Don shook his head, grumbling, "None of my business."
"Could you roll the whiteboard over here? And hand me a marker?"
"Why can't you-Nevermind. I don't want to know." Don pushed the whiteboard over to Charlie and gave him a whiteboard marker.
Charlie quickly sketched out the revised equation.
"What's this?" Don asked.
"I think I can locate your suspect, or at least get you close. Or at least give you some key variables to look for."
"Great!"
Don listened closely while Charlie explained.
"Thanks, buddy," Don said. He started to turn away, to act on the information that Charlie had just given him. Then he paused and smiled faintly at Charlie. "Should I thank David for…helping you with a breakthrough?"
"No, no," Charlie said quickly. "You don't know, you can't know."
Don's eyebrows shot up. "Why not?"
"It's just private. For now."
Don eyed him. "Is he good to you?"
"Yes, oh yes," Charlie said fervently.
Don gave a startled laugh. "Okay, fine. I don't know anything. I'll try not to have eyes."
"Thank you."
"Sure." Don studied him for another moment, then shrugged. "Okay. I'll run with this. You should go home and take care of your cold. Though I wonder if it's really a cold-no, nevermind." He smiled, shaking his head, and left the room.
Charlie looked down at his watch. Eight minutes had elapsed. He grimaced and stood up. Grabbing his cup of tea, he hurried out of the room. Don was talking with his team, including David. As he rushed by, David turned to look at him. Was David mad that he'd talked to Don again? He'd told him to ignore Don if he called. Was talking to him before he left a violation?
But David gave him a nod and returned to listening to Don. Charlie relaxed and began to walk at a more natural pace. He could still feel his wet panties, and the faint throb of the new bite mark on his neck.
Three days at a convention, with David. What would he wear? He would need to top his best outfits. Three times. He could do it.
He hummed to himself as he left the office. Today he was under command to go home and rest. Tomorrow he would go shopping.
David was his adored lord.
He'd make David proud.
Fandom: NUMB3RS
Pairing/Characters: David Sinclair/Charlie Eppes
Rating: FRAO, NC-17
Summary: David and Charlie carry on a secret Dom/sub relationship, as 'vampire' lord and his goth girl. Then David takes them to an event where they can play out their fantasies fully among others.
Part 2 of 10: Brief Release
David takes care of Charlie's needs.
Sequel to: Goth Girl
Word Count: 2042
Part 2- Brief Release
In response to David's command to show him what had on under his jeans, Charlie unzipped his jeans and pushed them a few inches, keeping his eyes away from David and fastened on the closed door.
"You're wearing the panties I gave you, babybat."
Charlie smiled at the endearment and replied, "As often as I can."
Charlie heard a noise behind him then felt David push his jeans down a little more. David slid his hands in the back of Charlie's jeans and rested his hands on Charlie's ass. Charlie could feel the heat of them through the silk.
Charlie held his breath.
David stepped back. "Take off all of your clothes except your panties."
"Yes, David," Charlie said eagerly. He stripped off all his clothes except for his silk panties and put them on a nearby chair. The office floor was cold on his bare feet. He didn't hesitate, though anyone could knock on the door at any time and Charlie would have no explanation for being near naked.
"Hands on the door."
Charlie put his hands on the door. David slowly slid his hands over Charlie's back and shoulders. Charlie knew from looking in the mirror this morning that his body still sharply showed the bruises and other marks from their encounter two days ago. David's hands went over Charlie's ass and down his legs. Charlie loved the feel of David's hands on his waxed body.
"Eyes closed. Turn and face me."
Charlie closed his eyes and turned to face David. David's hands ran over Charlie's chest and legs. He lingered on Charlie's nipples, and Charlie held back a whimper at the still tender nubs.
"Turn back around."
Charlie faced the door again and put his hands on the door.
David's fingers went to Charlie's shoulders and neck, lingering over the layers of bite marks old and new. Charlie hoped that David was picturing Charlie in his halter-top dress at the convention, showing his bite marks off to David's friends. Charlie bit down on the urge to beg. If David wanted him to beg, he would have told him to.
David's hands went to Charlie's hips. Then they slid around to Charlie's crotch. Charlie couldn't hold back a moan as David rubbed Charlie's hard cock through the lace and silk of his panties.
"You must remain silent, babybat," David murmured. "This room isn't soundproof."
Charlie nodded, gritting his teeth as David began to stroke him through his panties. David's body pressed up against his back. He could feel David's crotch against his ass and Charlie gritted his teeth harder.
He heard David's breath in his ear and it seemed like David's breathing was a little choppy. David rarely showed anything but calm when with Charlie.
The hand that wasn't stroking Charlie's cock pushed between their bodies to Charlie's ass. David moved aside Charlie's panties and jiggled the anal plug in Charlie's ass.
A whimper escaped Charlie and he held his breath.
David didn't chastise him. In fact, David began to play with the plug, twisting and pulling it. His other hand continued to rub Charlie's throbbing cock through the silk and lace panties.
"You have two words," David murmured, his voice even.
Charlie almost said 'Thank you' and used up his two words. David sometimes gave him a specific word limit when he wanted Charlie to focus. Charlie tried to pull back from the sensations in his cock and ass and consider what to say. He thought of and discarded, 'Feels good,' 'Your hands,' 'Fuck me,' 'Orgasm please.' He then went through things like 'Convention yes,' 'Take me,' 'Display me.' Then he thought of the more fundamental 'Own me,' 'Keep me,' 'I'm yours.'
Finally he just said, putting all of his arousal and adoration into the syllables, "My lord."
David laughed softly in his ear, sounding pleased.
David began to move both his hands more vigorously. One hand stroked Charlie's cock through his panties while the other thrust the anal plug in and out.
Charlie bit down on his lip and pressed his hands against the door. His legs were trembling. He didn't know if they were going to hold him up much longer.
In his ear, David said in a low husky voice, "Come."
Then he leaned down and bit Charlie's neck.
Arousal, delight, permission blasted through Charlie and he felt his orgasm rise. Charlie's teeth tightened on his own lip, he squeezed his eyes shut, then he was coming against David's hand, in his panties. David held on as Charlie's body jerked and shuddered through his orgasm. One more spurt and his legs gave out. Releasing his bite-hold on Charlie's neck, David held Charlie up.
Slowly, David sank to the floor, Charlie in his arms. They sat there as Charlie gasped as quietly as he could.
Charlie crept a hand towards David's crotch, but David stopped him silently. Closing his eyes, Charlie melted into David's embrace.
After a moment, David turned Charlie's face towards his. David's eyes focused on Charlie's lip. Charlie reached out with his tongue and realized that his lip was bloody.
"Stop."
Charlie froze. David tilted up Charlie's face, leaned forward, and sucked on Charlie's torn lip. Charlie whimpered softly as his recently spent body tried to wake up again. David kissed Charlie firmly, his tongue seeking out any last trace of blood.
Lifting his head, David licked his own lips. He gave Charlie a wry smile. "This is not resting."
"No," Charlie said softly. He wanted to sit here forever.
"Get dressed."
Charlie sighed. "Yes, David."
David helped him to his feet. Charlie's panties were wet and warm with cum. He fumbled his clothes on, his motions feeling sluggish. When he was dressed, David checked him over.
"Go home and rest for the remainder of the day."
"Yes, David."
David pulled back the collar of Charlie's shirt. Charlie knew he was inspecting his latest bite mark. Though David hadn't been wearing his vampire teeth, Charlie could feel that it had left a mark anyway. Charlie couldn't wait to check it out in a mirror.
"I will see you this Friday afternoon," David said. "Presuming my job doesn't intervene."
Charlie nodded, looking forward to it already.
David continued, "A week from Friday is the convention and it will last through Sunday evening. And I won't let my job intervene, no matter what."
Charlie was thrilled that David would prioritize him over his job. Charlie would give up any plans himself.
David put two fingers on the fresh bite mark on Charlie's neck. He rubbed it for a moment. "You just stripped when I told you to, right here in the office. Are you not afraid of being found out? People finding out about…everything?"
Charlie blinked. David sounded a little uncertain. "No, David," Charlie replied softly. "I am yours."
David smiled warmly at him. His hand circled Charlie's neck. "Oh, my dark delight."
Charlie felt a flush of pleasure at the unexpected endearment. David had never called him that before, or anything like it. "All I want is to please you."
David's smile lit up his eyes. "You do."
Charlie wanted to melt into a puddle at David's feet. He whispered, "I am glad, my lord."
This time David didn't correct him, just smiled, his thumb pressing on the fresh bite mark.
Charlie felt like he was going to faint with happiness.
David pulled back his hand and straightened Charlie's collar. "Now, go home and rest. Ignore your brother if he calls."
"Yes, David."
David looked at him thoughtfully. "On second thought, sit here for five minutes. That flush in your face speaks volumes."
Charlie dropped his head. "I'm sorry."
"Don't be. Five minutes. Then home and rest."
"Thank you, David." Charlie slowly moved to a chair. He still wanted to wrap himself around David. Five minutes was a good idea to get his head back into the proper Professor Eppes mode. Don would probably have questions as soon as he left the meeting room.
David unlocked and opened the door. He stood with his hand on the knob, looking at Charlie for a moment. Charlie squeezed his hands together on the urge to go to him.
"Till Friday," David said quietly, then turned and left.
Charlie breathed out a shuddering breath. He knew that if he met David outside the meeting room that he would be Agent Sinclair again, not his lord and master. Charlie was finding himself surprisingly comfortable with the bifurcation - David as his lord was like the lacy panties under Charlie's jeans. The secret was part of the pleasure.
Though he'd be okay if David wanted to make their relationship public.
Whatever David wanted.
Because David had been 100% accurate so far in guessing what would make Charlie happy.
"'My dark delight,'" Charlie whispered softly. In eleven days, he was going to go to a convention with David. He had no idea what that meant, other than he was going to spend the entire weekend dressed up and the entire weekend in David's company. It sounded like heaven.
He checked his watch, planning on sitting here for five minutes exactly. Then he would go home, crawl into bed, and start imagining what he could wear and do to please David the best next time.
Wavelet analysis threaded through his mind with skirts and bustiers. Happiness and post-orgasm bliss curved like waves, writing math in the air around him.
Suddenly he frowned and stared at the equation still on the whiteboard. If he tweaked it there, he could tighten the analysis considerably.
But David had said sit there for five minutes then go home. It was the first time David had acknowledged the relationship - let alone done anything sexual - outside his apartment. Charlie could not disobey orders.
Don walked into the room. "Are you still here?" He pulled up short and sniffed the air. "Charlie? Really?"
Charlie flushed.
Don shook his head, grumbling, "None of my business."
"Could you roll the whiteboard over here? And hand me a marker?"
"Why can't you-Nevermind. I don't want to know." Don pushed the whiteboard over to Charlie and gave him a whiteboard marker.
Charlie quickly sketched out the revised equation.
"What's this?" Don asked.
"I think I can locate your suspect, or at least get you close. Or at least give you some key variables to look for."
"Great!"
Don listened closely while Charlie explained.
"Thanks, buddy," Don said. He started to turn away, to act on the information that Charlie had just given him. Then he paused and smiled faintly at Charlie. "Should I thank David for…helping you with a breakthrough?"
"No, no," Charlie said quickly. "You don't know, you can't know."
Don's eyebrows shot up. "Why not?"
"It's just private. For now."
Don eyed him. "Is he good to you?"
"Yes, oh yes," Charlie said fervently.
Don gave a startled laugh. "Okay, fine. I don't know anything. I'll try not to have eyes."
"Thank you."
"Sure." Don studied him for another moment, then shrugged. "Okay. I'll run with this. You should go home and take care of your cold. Though I wonder if it's really a cold-no, nevermind." He smiled, shaking his head, and left the room.
Charlie looked down at his watch. Eight minutes had elapsed. He grimaced and stood up. Grabbing his cup of tea, he hurried out of the room. Don was talking with his team, including David. As he rushed by, David turned to look at him. Was David mad that he'd talked to Don again? He'd told him to ignore Don if he called. Was talking to him before he left a violation?
But David gave him a nod and returned to listening to Don. Charlie relaxed and began to walk at a more natural pace. He could still feel his wet panties, and the faint throb of the new bite mark on his neck.
Three days at a convention, with David. What would he wear? He would need to top his best outfits. Three times. He could do it.
He hummed to himself as he left the office. Today he was under command to go home and rest. Tomorrow he would go shopping.
David was his adored lord.
He'd make David proud.