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TITLE: Kinky Little Games we Play 3
AUTHOR: Dragynflies
RATING: NC 17 for BDSM
SUMMARY: This is another part in my Sylar and Elle are Kinky verse. PWP all the way.
AUTHOR’S NOTES: My muse is fickle and doesn’t want to write what I want her to. I really meant to work on my WIPs, but this is what happened instead. Yeah, we’re so far into OOC country that I need a map to get back, but whatever. Thank you superkappa for your help!!
Here’s the toy of the week (Obviously, NSFW): http://www.stockroom.com/The-Slave-Driver-Fucking-Machine-P2444.aspx
Elle doesn’t like being locked up. Restraints and harnesses and ropes binding her to the bed were one thing - she thrives on Sylar’s attention, and she does not associate being locked up with their play sessions.
This is different.
She presses her body against the side of the cage, trying to see into the other room. She knows he is in the living room, watching TV while she sits alone in the cage, naked except for her collar, cuffs and the butterfly vibe he had carefully positioned over her clit earlier that morning. The straps holding the device to her do not have locks, but she knows better than to remove it.
The little vibrator has switched on a few times, but never long enough for Elle to come. She sighs, resting her head on her hands and closing her eyes while she waits. She knows he’ll make it worth it, but the waiting is driving her crazy.
She’s asleep when the vibrator starts up again. He keeps it on low, and her eyelids flutter, but she doesn’t wake up. She whimpers in her sleep, squirming in the small space of her cage, and Sylar reaches through the bars to run his fingers through her hair.
When he turns the setting on the vibe just a little higher, Elle’s hips jerk and she moans his name. He can already see the wetness growing between her legs, coating the plastic of the butterfly pressed against her clit. Her eyes open slowly, and she meets his gaze with hazy eyes.
“Were you bored?” he asks her and Elle fights the urge to roll her eyes even as the vibration between her thighs teases her. Of course she was bored; there wasn’t anything to do and he had hardly paid attention to her all morning. She bites her lip instead of answering, and he chuckles, tugging on a lock of her hair lightly. “You didn’t have any fun?” he asks, pulling his hand away from her hair. He reaches into the cage again, this time tapping the toy secured against her.
Elle doesn’t know what he wants from her, so she shakes her head. It’s the truth; no, she didn’t have any fun. Maybe now he’ll make up for it…
He swipes two fingers through her slippery folds, gathering her juices on his fingers, “But you’re all wet,” he informs her, painting his damp fingers over her lips until they’re shiny. He hooks a finger in her collar and pulls her closer so he can kiss her through the bars of the cage, lapping at her lips until he can no longer taste her on his tongue.
When he pulls back from the kiss, Elle is panting lightly. She glances at the padlock on the cage and then looks back at Sylar. He smirks, almost cruelly, then asks, “Do you want me to let you out?”
Elle nods, shifting on her hands and knees. The cage is big but not big enough to stretch out in, and her legs are starting to cramp. He’s never left her in there for very long, but he keeps threatening to make a weekend out of it sometime. She hopes he’s not teasing her now.
“I’ll let you out,” he agrees, “but not for free.”
Elle raises an eyebrow at him, “What do you want?” she asks, a little confused. She’s already given him everything she can - she’s given herself to him. He doesn’t have to ask for anything…
“I’ll let you out,” he says again, “and in return, we’re going to play a little game.”
Elle shivers at the tone of his voice, gravelly and low, and she nods once. He opens the padlock and she crawls out, staying on her hands and knees even after she’s free of the cage. He rubs her shoulders gently, and she takes the opportunity to stretch out her legs. When she moves, the vibe shifts against her clit, and her hips jerk into the sensation, her body teetering on the cusp of orgasm.
“You look so sexy in there,” he murmurs and she smiles, pleased. “One of these days I’m going to keep you in there all night, just so I can watch you.” As she stretches, he unsnaps the butterfly vibe from her, turning the buzzing toy off as she sighs, disappointed. Maybe he’s not planning to let her come at all today…
He snaps the leash to her collar and tugs lightly, and she follows him into the living room. The TV is still blaring, but there’s a new toy set up in the room, just out of sight of the bedroom. Now Elle knows why he kept her locked up all morning; he didn’t want her to see what he was working on putting together.
Sylar unbuckles her collar and leash, and points to the contraption, “You know what I want. Go.” He folds the leash in his hands and cracks her on the ass with it once, and she scrambles across the floor to the stockade. The bars on the floor look like an uppercase I, and Elle moves on her hands and knees, setting her ankles and wrists at the ends of the metal. There are clasps there that attack to her cuffs, holding her in place.
He snaps the locks and Elle shifts, watching him with dark eyes. Attached to the center bar, another metal bar rises up. There’s a big metal circle at the top of it, and Sylar opens the lock on the side of it. Now she knows why he removed her collar, and Elle carefully stretches her neck forward so that he can lock her in. Now she’s secured onto the apparatus, the collar holding her head up and the metal base keeping her on her hands and knees.
Sylar cups her face in his palm, and kneels down to kiss her firmly. She returns the kiss eagerly, opening her mouth for his tongue as he traces the contours of her mouth. She trembles, her body already aching for him. He reaches down and pinches her right nipple between his thumb and forefinger, twisting it roughly.
“Such a good girl,” he praises, more for Elle than for himself. Sylar learned early on what did it for Elle, and it hadn’t taken him long to realize that a little praise made her twice as eager to play any game he could think up, “Close your eyes.”
Elle complies, shutting her eyes but keeping her face turned towards where she’d last seen him. The feel of the silk blindfold across her eyelids does not surprise her, but her body tenses involuntarily as he secures the blindfold behind her head.
She listens intently now; she can hear the scrape of something as he moves it across the carpet and the clang of metal. The stockade she is hooked to shakes as he snaps something together, and then she feels something long and thick teasing at her opening. She arches her back, trying to get more friction, panting eagerly.
“Be still,” he orders, as his palm slaps harshly against her ass, “Don’t move.”
“Yes, sir,” Elle mutters as she freezes, holding still on her hands and knees while Sylar presses the phallus into her. She can feel her walls stretching to accommodate the toy; it’s much bigger than what she’s used to, bigger than Sylar. Still, his teasing that morning has left her wet and aching, and the toy slides in without any trouble.
A few more metallic clicks, and the toy begins to slide in and out, slow strokes that set Elle on edge almost immediately. Sylar knows that this pace and the feeling of the vibrator sliding in and out will put her right on the edge of orgasm almost immediately. He also knows she can’t come like this, with no stimulation on her nipples or clit to push her over the edge.
“Open your mouth,” he orders, and Elle realizes why the toy was set up in front of the couch the way it was. It leaves her head at the perfect height for him when he sits down. Sylar presses two fingers into her mouth, pressing against her tongue until she gags, then replaces his fingers with his cock.
“I don’t come until you come,” he tells her, “and you don’t stop sucking until then, either.”
Elle whines in frustration, wrapping her lips around his cock and running her tongue over the soft skin. She shifts on her hands, but they’re firmly locked into the stockade - there’s no way she’s going to be able to lift her hand to touch herself.
She clenches her eyes shut behind the silk of the blindfold, concentrating on the feel of Sylar’s cock between her lips and the toy, sliding in and out of her body. It’s so good, and her whole body tingles in pleasure, but it’s just not enough. Carefully, Elle bucks her hips back, trying to fuck herself on the moving cock, trying to get just a little extra friction without moving her mouth away from Sylar.
Her pussy throbs and clenches against the intrusion, and she moans around Sylar’s cock, her frustration growing. She’s so close, just a little more, and she could come. She twists her upper body, trying to find a way to rub her nipples against the insides of her arms or the fabric of the couch, but the metal collar around her neck holds her body secure, she can’t move forward enough to make contact with anything.
It’s dark behind the blindfold, but she can’t help lifting her eyes. If he’d take off the blindfold, he could see how hard she was trying. His cock twitches in her mouth, and she can hear him groan, twining his fingers in her long hair. She knows the signs that mean he’s close, and she pulls back a little, wrapping her lips around just the head of his cock and sucking lightly, trying to hold off his orgasm long enough for her to figure something out.
The fucking machine is unrelenting, the gears move in a perfect rhythm. The machine can’t get tired, or slip, or get bored…it can only do what it was made to do, and the stocks locking her into position ensure that she can’t get away from the constant movement.
Sylar comes then, yanking her head down as she swallows before pulling back, away from her, “Did you come?” he asks, and Elle can tell by his tone that he knows she hasn’t.
“No sir,” she murmurs, flexing her aching jaw. She’s lost track of time now, minutes or hours, however long this has gone on. Her jaw burns, her pussy is throbbing, and her clit is swollen, begging for attention.
“You disobeyed me,” he says to her, cupping her chin and forcing her to raise her face to him despite the blindfold, “I told you that you weren’t to make me come until you came.”
“I’m sorry, sir,” Elle pants, squirming even as he scolds her. The constant motion of the machine is driving her past her limits and she is frantic with the desire to come.
She hears him stand up and walk away, and she nearly has to blink back tears. How much longer is he going to leave her here, her body aching for release? She tries to count the seconds, tries to focus on anything else while she pushes herself back on the phallus, fucking it harder.
Elle is so far gone that she doesn’t even hear Sylar’s returning footsteps or the familiar buzzing of her bullet vibe. Sylar kneels down next to her, watching her. Her skin is damp, glistening with sweat, and he can see the muscles in her legs trembling with exhaustion.
When he presses the buzzing vibe against her clit, she shrieks so loudly he actually jumps. She doesn’t notice; he can see the sparks crawling over her skin as the muscles in her body clench. Her toes curl as she comes, her lithe body thrashing as much as her bonds allow.
He holds the vibe against her clit while she pants. He can hear his name mixed in with other half-words; she is babbling and gasping for air all at the same time. When he finally removes the vibe, her whole body relaxes, her head hanging in the collar. The machine keeps moving, thrusting the thick cock in and out of her slackened body, and he takes pity on her, pressing the off button and moving the machine away from her exhausted body.
Sylar unbuckles the collar and replaces it with her slim silver one, then unsnaps her wrists and ankles from the bars. She slumps into his arms, and he picks her up, setting her down on the couch before gently removing the blindfold. She blinks at him a few times before her lips curl into a sated smile.
He picks up her foot, rubbing his thumb firmly against the arch in her foot and Elle lets her eyes close again, stretching her arms above her head as Sylar kneads the tight muscles in her foot, working his way up her calf before switching to the other leg.
She’s sound asleep before he even finishes, and he carefully picks her up and carries her to the bedroom. He glances at the open cage, because he’d like to see Elle’s face when she wakes up inside, but she’s warm and soft in his arms and he doesn’t want to let her go.
He tucks her in first, carefully smoothing her hair back from her face and tucking the warm blanket over her before climbing in next to her. She doesn’t wake up, but even in her sleep she gravitates towards him, pillowing her head on his shoulder and pressing her body against his. He wraps his arm around her and holds her close, allowing himself to drop off to sleep too. He’ll worry about the mess in the morning.
AUTHOR: Dragynflies
RATING: NC 17 for BDSM
SUMMARY: This is another part in my Sylar and Elle are Kinky verse. PWP all the way.
AUTHOR’S NOTES: My muse is fickle and doesn’t want to write what I want her to. I really meant to work on my WIPs, but this is what happened instead. Yeah, we’re so far into OOC country that I need a map to get back, but whatever. Thank you superkappa for your help!!
Here’s the toy of the week (Obviously, NSFW): http://www.stockroom.com/The-Slave-Driver-Fucking-Machine-P2444.aspx
Elle doesn’t like being locked up. Restraints and harnesses and ropes binding her to the bed were one thing - she thrives on Sylar’s attention, and she does not associate being locked up with their play sessions.
This is different.
She presses her body against the side of the cage, trying to see into the other room. She knows he is in the living room, watching TV while she sits alone in the cage, naked except for her collar, cuffs and the butterfly vibe he had carefully positioned over her clit earlier that morning. The straps holding the device to her do not have locks, but she knows better than to remove it.
The little vibrator has switched on a few times, but never long enough for Elle to come. She sighs, resting her head on her hands and closing her eyes while she waits. She knows he’ll make it worth it, but the waiting is driving her crazy.
She’s asleep when the vibrator starts up again. He keeps it on low, and her eyelids flutter, but she doesn’t wake up. She whimpers in her sleep, squirming in the small space of her cage, and Sylar reaches through the bars to run his fingers through her hair.
When he turns the setting on the vibe just a little higher, Elle’s hips jerk and she moans his name. He can already see the wetness growing between her legs, coating the plastic of the butterfly pressed against her clit. Her eyes open slowly, and she meets his gaze with hazy eyes.
“Were you bored?” he asks her and Elle fights the urge to roll her eyes even as the vibration between her thighs teases her. Of course she was bored; there wasn’t anything to do and he had hardly paid attention to her all morning. She bites her lip instead of answering, and he chuckles, tugging on a lock of her hair lightly. “You didn’t have any fun?” he asks, pulling his hand away from her hair. He reaches into the cage again, this time tapping the toy secured against her.
Elle doesn’t know what he wants from her, so she shakes her head. It’s the truth; no, she didn’t have any fun. Maybe now he’ll make up for it…
He swipes two fingers through her slippery folds, gathering her juices on his fingers, “But you’re all wet,” he informs her, painting his damp fingers over her lips until they’re shiny. He hooks a finger in her collar and pulls her closer so he can kiss her through the bars of the cage, lapping at her lips until he can no longer taste her on his tongue.
When he pulls back from the kiss, Elle is panting lightly. She glances at the padlock on the cage and then looks back at Sylar. He smirks, almost cruelly, then asks, “Do you want me to let you out?”
Elle nods, shifting on her hands and knees. The cage is big but not big enough to stretch out in, and her legs are starting to cramp. He’s never left her in there for very long, but he keeps threatening to make a weekend out of it sometime. She hopes he’s not teasing her now.
“I’ll let you out,” he agrees, “but not for free.”
Elle raises an eyebrow at him, “What do you want?” she asks, a little confused. She’s already given him everything she can - she’s given herself to him. He doesn’t have to ask for anything…
“I’ll let you out,” he says again, “and in return, we’re going to play a little game.”
Elle shivers at the tone of his voice, gravelly and low, and she nods once. He opens the padlock and she crawls out, staying on her hands and knees even after she’s free of the cage. He rubs her shoulders gently, and she takes the opportunity to stretch out her legs. When she moves, the vibe shifts against her clit, and her hips jerk into the sensation, her body teetering on the cusp of orgasm.
“You look so sexy in there,” he murmurs and she smiles, pleased. “One of these days I’m going to keep you in there all night, just so I can watch you.” As she stretches, he unsnaps the butterfly vibe from her, turning the buzzing toy off as she sighs, disappointed. Maybe he’s not planning to let her come at all today…
He snaps the leash to her collar and tugs lightly, and she follows him into the living room. The TV is still blaring, but there’s a new toy set up in the room, just out of sight of the bedroom. Now Elle knows why he kept her locked up all morning; he didn’t want her to see what he was working on putting together.
Sylar unbuckles her collar and leash, and points to the contraption, “You know what I want. Go.” He folds the leash in his hands and cracks her on the ass with it once, and she scrambles across the floor to the stockade. The bars on the floor look like an uppercase I, and Elle moves on her hands and knees, setting her ankles and wrists at the ends of the metal. There are clasps there that attack to her cuffs, holding her in place.
He snaps the locks and Elle shifts, watching him with dark eyes. Attached to the center bar, another metal bar rises up. There’s a big metal circle at the top of it, and Sylar opens the lock on the side of it. Now she knows why he removed her collar, and Elle carefully stretches her neck forward so that he can lock her in. Now she’s secured onto the apparatus, the collar holding her head up and the metal base keeping her on her hands and knees.
Sylar cups her face in his palm, and kneels down to kiss her firmly. She returns the kiss eagerly, opening her mouth for his tongue as he traces the contours of her mouth. She trembles, her body already aching for him. He reaches down and pinches her right nipple between his thumb and forefinger, twisting it roughly.
“Such a good girl,” he praises, more for Elle than for himself. Sylar learned early on what did it for Elle, and it hadn’t taken him long to realize that a little praise made her twice as eager to play any game he could think up, “Close your eyes.”
Elle complies, shutting her eyes but keeping her face turned towards where she’d last seen him. The feel of the silk blindfold across her eyelids does not surprise her, but her body tenses involuntarily as he secures the blindfold behind her head.
She listens intently now; she can hear the scrape of something as he moves it across the carpet and the clang of metal. The stockade she is hooked to shakes as he snaps something together, and then she feels something long and thick teasing at her opening. She arches her back, trying to get more friction, panting eagerly.
“Be still,” he orders, as his palm slaps harshly against her ass, “Don’t move.”
“Yes, sir,” Elle mutters as she freezes, holding still on her hands and knees while Sylar presses the phallus into her. She can feel her walls stretching to accommodate the toy; it’s much bigger than what she’s used to, bigger than Sylar. Still, his teasing that morning has left her wet and aching, and the toy slides in without any trouble.
A few more metallic clicks, and the toy begins to slide in and out, slow strokes that set Elle on edge almost immediately. Sylar knows that this pace and the feeling of the vibrator sliding in and out will put her right on the edge of orgasm almost immediately. He also knows she can’t come like this, with no stimulation on her nipples or clit to push her over the edge.
“Open your mouth,” he orders, and Elle realizes why the toy was set up in front of the couch the way it was. It leaves her head at the perfect height for him when he sits down. Sylar presses two fingers into her mouth, pressing against her tongue until she gags, then replaces his fingers with his cock.
“I don’t come until you come,” he tells her, “and you don’t stop sucking until then, either.”
Elle whines in frustration, wrapping her lips around his cock and running her tongue over the soft skin. She shifts on her hands, but they’re firmly locked into the stockade - there’s no way she’s going to be able to lift her hand to touch herself.
She clenches her eyes shut behind the silk of the blindfold, concentrating on the feel of Sylar’s cock between her lips and the toy, sliding in and out of her body. It’s so good, and her whole body tingles in pleasure, but it’s just not enough. Carefully, Elle bucks her hips back, trying to fuck herself on the moving cock, trying to get just a little extra friction without moving her mouth away from Sylar.
Her pussy throbs and clenches against the intrusion, and she moans around Sylar’s cock, her frustration growing. She’s so close, just a little more, and she could come. She twists her upper body, trying to find a way to rub her nipples against the insides of her arms or the fabric of the couch, but the metal collar around her neck holds her body secure, she can’t move forward enough to make contact with anything.
It’s dark behind the blindfold, but she can’t help lifting her eyes. If he’d take off the blindfold, he could see how hard she was trying. His cock twitches in her mouth, and she can hear him groan, twining his fingers in her long hair. She knows the signs that mean he’s close, and she pulls back a little, wrapping her lips around just the head of his cock and sucking lightly, trying to hold off his orgasm long enough for her to figure something out.
The fucking machine is unrelenting, the gears move in a perfect rhythm. The machine can’t get tired, or slip, or get bored…it can only do what it was made to do, and the stocks locking her into position ensure that she can’t get away from the constant movement.
Sylar comes then, yanking her head down as she swallows before pulling back, away from her, “Did you come?” he asks, and Elle can tell by his tone that he knows she hasn’t.
“No sir,” she murmurs, flexing her aching jaw. She’s lost track of time now, minutes or hours, however long this has gone on. Her jaw burns, her pussy is throbbing, and her clit is swollen, begging for attention.
“You disobeyed me,” he says to her, cupping her chin and forcing her to raise her face to him despite the blindfold, “I told you that you weren’t to make me come until you came.”
“I’m sorry, sir,” Elle pants, squirming even as he scolds her. The constant motion of the machine is driving her past her limits and she is frantic with the desire to come.
She hears him stand up and walk away, and she nearly has to blink back tears. How much longer is he going to leave her here, her body aching for release? She tries to count the seconds, tries to focus on anything else while she pushes herself back on the phallus, fucking it harder.
Elle is so far gone that she doesn’t even hear Sylar’s returning footsteps or the familiar buzzing of her bullet vibe. Sylar kneels down next to her, watching her. Her skin is damp, glistening with sweat, and he can see the muscles in her legs trembling with exhaustion.
When he presses the buzzing vibe against her clit, she shrieks so loudly he actually jumps. She doesn’t notice; he can see the sparks crawling over her skin as the muscles in her body clench. Her toes curl as she comes, her lithe body thrashing as much as her bonds allow.
He holds the vibe against her clit while she pants. He can hear his name mixed in with other half-words; she is babbling and gasping for air all at the same time. When he finally removes the vibe, her whole body relaxes, her head hanging in the collar. The machine keeps moving, thrusting the thick cock in and out of her slackened body, and he takes pity on her, pressing the off button and moving the machine away from her exhausted body.
Sylar unbuckles the collar and replaces it with her slim silver one, then unsnaps her wrists and ankles from the bars. She slumps into his arms, and he picks her up, setting her down on the couch before gently removing the blindfold. She blinks at him a few times before her lips curl into a sated smile.
He picks up her foot, rubbing his thumb firmly against the arch in her foot and Elle lets her eyes close again, stretching her arms above her head as Sylar kneads the tight muscles in her foot, working his way up her calf before switching to the other leg.
She’s sound asleep before he even finishes, and he carefully picks her up and carries her to the bedroom. He glances at the open cage, because he’d like to see Elle’s face when she wakes up inside, but she’s warm and soft in his arms and he doesn’t want to let her go.
He tucks her in first, carefully smoothing her hair back from her face and tucking the warm blanket over her before climbing in next to her. She doesn’t wake up, but even in her sleep she gravitates towards him, pillowing her head on his shoulder and pressing her body against his. He wraps his arm around her and holds her close, allowing himself to drop off to sleep too. He’ll worry about the mess in the morning.