fanfic: Sweet and Innocent
Another one written for the kink prompt meme on just_kiss_her. Also, this one got slightly out of hand, and somehow ended up being twice the length I'd been aiming for. Oops?
Title: Sweet and Innocent
Author: Athene
Fandom: Primeval
Pairing/characters: Jess/Becker
Rating: 18
Warnings: Completely plot-free pwp smut, light bondage.
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Not mine. ITV and Impossible Pictures own them.
Word count: approx 2830
Summary: Becker should know better than to mock the person who has him tied to a bed.
AN: written for the prompt meme on just_kiss_her, for the prompt ‘I want Becker tied up and completely at Jess’ mercy. And he loves it.’ by seren_ccd
Jess sat back and watched as Becker tugged gently on the silk scarves tying his wrists to the bedpost above his head. They both knew he could probably get free if he wanted to, she hadn’t tied them that well, but that wasn’t the point.
“So,” Becker said, smirking slightly as he met her gaze. “Now you’ve got me, what are you going to do with me?”
Jess didn’t answer right away. Instead, she let her gaze travel slowly up and down his naked body, stretched out beneath her. Such a good body, all taut lines and muscles, all ready and waiting for her to touch.
Jess let a smile begin to form.
She slowly moved to straddle him, letting the hem of her skirt brush against his already hard cock. Becker gasped, and Jess moved lower and sat on his legs, effectively pinning him.
“You need to pick a safe word,” Jess said.
Becker’s eyebrows shot up. “Safe word? What exactly are you planning on doing that’s going to need a safe word?”
He still sounded more amused than anything.
“It would spoil all the fun if I told you that. Now pick something.”
“Stegosaurus.”
Jess tried not to roll her eyes. “You really know how to kill the mood, you know that, right?”
“Sorry,” he said, smirking again, and not sounding sorry in the slightest. “I’m just having trouble seeing you as a dominatrix. Especially with the bright pink and yellow bondage equipment.” He glanced up at the colourful scarves around his wrists again and chuckled.
Jess pondered this for a moment. Now there was an idea.
“Well, if the pink and yellow is such a problem, I wouldn’t want you to be distracted,” she said, matter-of-factly. She leaned across him, deliberately letting her lacy bra-clad breasts hang just over his face. As expected, he lifted his head, trying to reach her, and Jess pulled away at the last moment, having snagged the item she was aiming for from the bedside table.
Becker let his head drop back onto the pillow and pouted. “Tease.”
It was Jess’ turn to smirk, as she trailed the new scarf (this one bright orange) through her hands.
“Tease?” she queried, beginning to fold the scarf. “If it’s teasing that you want...”
Jess leaned forward again, and this time she wrapped the folded scarf across his eyes.
“Hey! Wait, what-”
“Shush,” Jess commanded, almost surprised when he obeyed. “Lift your head. Now.”
He did, and Jess gently but firmly tied the scarf, blindfolding him. She paused for a moment and stroked his hair, allowing Becker to let his head drop back to the pillow again, and then she leaned down and kissed him, nipping at his lip with her teeth. He tried to push back and control the kiss, seeking access, but Jess pulled away again, and was satisfied to hear him make a sound that could only be described as a quiet whine when she broke off all contact.
It was a shame she’d had to do that, Jess reflected as she once again took the opportunity to appreciate the view of his body. She had wanted to see the need in his eyes as she played with him. But if this was the only way to get control of the mood then it was a sacrifice she was willing to make.
And then she waited. And waited.
She was still straddling his legs, so he knew exactly where she was, but Jess didn’t move to touch him, and the only sound in the room was their breathing; hers calm and steady, his, satisfyingly less so as the seconds ticked by.
“Jess?” She didn’t miss the sudden edge of uncertainty in his voice.
Good.
“Jess? What are youohmygodyessssss.”
She had cut him off mid-question by running the tip of her finger up the length of his cock, applying just enough pressure to make him buck against her, and arch up to follow her touch when she stopped.
“That’s better,” Jess said, aiming for a tone of cool control. She wasn’t entirely sure she achieved it, but it was probably close enough.
Becker gave her a cocky smile. “Is that all you’ve got, Miss Parker?”
“Any more comments like that and I might have to consider gagging you as well, Captain.” Jess noticed his cock twitch, and filed that away for future reference. Then she placed both hands to either side of his chest and leaned over him until her hair trailed down and tickled his shoulders. “But I don’t want to have to gag you, because I want to hear you. I want to hear the sounds that you make when you lose control.” Her voice dropped to a low whisper. “I want to hear you beg.”
His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed hard.
“Never going to happen,” Becker said, but Jess heard the tiny waver in his voice when he spoke.
“Then you’re in for a very long night, aren’t you?” Jess replied, watching the way his breath caught and he licked his lips. And speaking of his lips...
Jess closed the distance and kissed him again, slowly at first, then with more and more force until she had pushed his mouth open and demanded entrance. Ordinarily this would be the point where he grabbed her, rolled her over and took control, but now all he could do was pull on the scarves, his fingers scrabbling for something to get hold of, and finding only the soft silk that bound him. Jess let him squirm for a moment and then released his mouth and started to trail soft kisses along his jaw and neck. Becker turned his head to expose his throat, giving her better access. Jess smiled again, and without warning she nipped his skin with her teeth.
Becker yelped. He did his best to make it sound like a manly growl, but there was no other way to describe the sound than a yelp. Jess suppressed the urge to giggle, and gently licked the spot, and kissed it, before moving further down to his shoulder and collarbone, still placing soft kisses in random places. When she used her teeth a second time he was apparently ready for it, and this time his reaction was a sharp hiss.
Jess nuzzled the fading mark she had left, for a moment wondering if she dared to leave a mark that wouldn’t fade immediately. One that would remind him of this when he looked in the mirror tomorrow morning. A mark that said he belonged to her.
Before she had time to think of any reasons to talk herself out of it, Jess nipped his collarbone again, and started to suckle. She heard him gasp quietly, and glanced up to see him biting his lip. She didn’t stop until she was sure the evidence would still be there later, and then Jess leaned close and whispered in his ear.
“Mine.”
“God, yes,” he replied immediately.
Jess felt a sudden flush at his words, and for a second she considered just jumping him right then, and screw the games. With something of an effort of will, she forced herself to calm down. There was still far too much fun to be had, and she was nowhere near finished with him yet.
“What was that, Captain?” she asked, her voice still a whisper, so close she was sure he could feel her breath on his cheek. “I don’t think I heard you properly.”
He turned his head and tried to kiss her again, but Jess pulled away beyond his reach.
“I asked you a question, Captain. I never said you could touch.”
“You’re going to have to try harder than this,” Becker replied, but his skin was starting to flush, betraying his attempt at defiance.
Jess let her hand trace down his chest, her fingers ghosting over skin and stroking the thick curls of chest hair. She found what she was aiming for, and traced a circle with her fingertip around a nipple. Becker sucked in a breath, and stilled beneath her.
“Let’s try this again, shall we?” Jess said, almost conversationally. She pinched his nipple between her finger and thumb, and squeezed for a second. “Is there something you’d like to say now?”
Becker bit his lip again, but remained stubbornly silent.
Jess sighed theatrically.
“Do I have to find new ways to mark what belong to me?” She pinched again, using her fingernails this time, and was rewarded with a sharp intake of breath. “Do you want to explain to your men why you won’t join them in the communal showers tomorrow? Do you want to wear loose fitting t-shirts all day? Do you want me to lay my claim somewhere that you can’t cover up? Somewhere that Matt and Lester and all of your men will see? Is that what you want, Captain?”
“Jess,” he hissed as she squeezed again. “Don’t you dare.”
“Well you’d better say the words that I want to hear, if you don’t want me to do any of that.”
“Jess, don’t! You can’t.”
“I don’t think you’re in any position to be telling me what to do. In fact, just for that, I think I need to remind you of who is in charge right now.”
She went for his jaw again, and bit down softly before she started to work at the skin. At the same time she pinched with her nails again and he bucked beneath her.
“Jess! Yours! I’m yours!”
She immediately let go and sat up, grinning broadly. Becker lay beneath her, panting hard, his skin flushed, the marks she had left still standing out.
“See?” Jess said brightly. “That wasn’t so difficult, was it?”
“You are evil,” he muttered.
“And you are stubborn,” she replied, still smiling. “Which means I’m going to have lots more fun with you tonight.”
Before he had chance to reply, Jess began to caress his chest. She let her fingers roam in random patterns, sometimes running through his chest hair, sometimes tracing the contours of his ribs and muscles. She had wanted to do this for so long, just to touch and stroke, but whenever she tried, he normally only let her for a few moments before he moved, or pounced and distracted her. She ran her fingernail down his side and he actually flinched away.
Jess hesitated. He flinched? Was Becker ticklish? It was too good an opportunity not to, and she did it again, taking a great deal of delight in the moment when he flinched again. Jess glanced up and saw that his mouth was pressed tightly closed, and his forehead was creased. She guessed if she had been able to see his eyes, they would have been squeezed shut. But what was apparent was that he was concentrating very hard on just keeping still.
Jess placed her hands on his chest, fingers spread, and applied a little more pressure as she ran her fingers from his collarbones down to his abdomen. She was rewarded with a quiet gasp, and he arched up into her touch again. Jess pressed a little harder, this time with her nails rather than the pads of her fingers, and did it again. Becker made a sound that was partway between a moan and a whimper. Jess looked up, and saw that his hands were clenching and unclenching, finally finding the bedpost and gripping it hard enough that his knuckles turned white.
“You like this, don’t you?” Jess said, her voice low. She ran her fingernails down his sides, and watched as the faint lines of red appeared on his skin. “You always act so distant, you stand apart from everyone, you don’t invite contact. But secretly you like it. You like being stroked and touched and petted.”
Becker didn’t speak, but he nodded once in response to her words.
“But I think there’s something else that you want me to touch, isn’t there?” Jess let her hand slide lower across his abdomen towards his cock, but stopped before she reached her ultimate goal. Becker made a sound that might possibly have been a quiet, stifled whimper, and then clamped his mouth shut again.
“Do you want me to touch you? Do you want me to stroke you?” Her hand traced another lazy, random pattern on his stomach. “Or maybe you’d like me to use my mouth instead of my hand? Is that what you want, Captain?”
“God, Jess.” His voice sounded strained, and he swallowed hard again.
“Well, I assume that was a yes, but I am a little disappointed,” Jess said, feigning nonchalance. “I said I wanted to hear you beg, and that didn’t sound like begging to me. In fact, you didn’t even say the magic word.”
Becker groaned. “Where’s the real Jess Parker and what have you done with her?”
“You don’t mean to tell me you bought that act, did you?” Jess teased. “The goody goody, sweet and innocent little girl thing? This is the real me, and do you know what I think? I think you like it.”
Becker bit his lip to stifle another moan, but he nodded again, apparently involuntarily, at her words.
Jess sat back on his legs again. She wanted to carry on teasing him, but seeing him like this, and the sounds she was already eliciting from him were combining to turn Jess on far more that she had expected it would. Maybe this time she might not be able to keep him waiting quite as long as she had wanted. Or maybe...
“Do you have any idea what you look like right now?” Jess said. “All spread out, flushed, sweating, and getting more and more desperate. I almost wish I had a camera handy.”
Becker jerked beneath her, a look of panic on his face.
“Jess!”
“I probably wouldn’t,” she admitted, “But it is a very nice picture. In fact, I’d go so far as to say it’s one of the hottest things I’ve seen for a very long time.”
Jess hitched up her short, loose skirt and slipped a hand underneath, grateful that she’d had the foresight to remove her underwear before they started. She was already wet, even before she began to caress with her fingers, and she sighed quietly.
“Jess?” He looked momentarily confused, and stopped squirming, trying to discern what she was doing.
Jess shuffled a little further forward until the back of her hand was touching his cock as she teased and touched herself. It took him a moment to realise what she was doing, and then he moaned again, this time louder, and thrust his hips, trying to get more contact. Jess had no intention of rushing for his benefit, and continued to play, her finger delving deeper and rubbing harder as she felt the fire building within. Becker squirmed harder, his hips thrusting and his cock leaking, a picture of wanton desperation.
Jess could feel herself coming close and couldn’t stop the breathy little noises escaping. She wanted to make this last longer but the sight of him writhing and biting his lip against his needy whimpers was almost enough to finish it right then. She deliberately ran her knuckles up the underside of his cock and he jerked hard against her.
“God, Jess. Please.”
It took Jess a second to process the words, and then she felt a huge grin appeared on her face.
“Well, since you asked so nicely...” she managed to say between breaths.
Jess lifted herself and in one fluid movement slid down onto his cock. Becker thrust up hard, his head arched back into the pillow and his mouth open in a strangled cry of pleasure as he came hard within her. Jess followed him over the edge a moment later, her eyes never leaving the sight spread out beneath her as she rode it out.
Eventually, Jess lowered herself down and pressed a gentle kiss to his mouth. He was still breathing heavily, and didn’t even try to push back or control the kiss this time. Jess carefully disentangled herself from him and reached up to untie the scarves. He flexed his wrists and stretched, and then wrapped his arms around her as she removed the blindfold.
“Not so sweet and innocent after all,” Becker said, smiling at her.
Jess lay down beside him and snuggled.
“Just how you like me,” she replied, her fingers once again absently roaming across his chest.
“I could be persuaded,” Becker said, his own hand stroking up and down her side.
“If the coloured scarves bothered you so much, maybe we need to get some proper cuffs for next time.”
His hand abruptly stopped stroking.
“Next time?”
“Yep. Next time.” Jess grinned, and placed a soft kiss on his chest.
He started stroking again.
“Next time,” he said in low whisper. “You’re the one who gets tied down.”
Jess wriggled happily.
She couldn’t wait.