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TITLE: Kinky Little Games we Play 8
AUTHOR: dragynflies
RATING: NC 17
WARNINGS: BDSM
PAIRING: Sylar/Elle, Elle/Claire
DISCLAIMER: Heroes cast is not mine
A/N: Beta’d by the lovely superkappa
Claire couldn’t sleep. Worse than the couch at Sylar and Elle’s house, her bed at her parents’ house was too big and fluffy. Worse still, there was no place else for her to go to try to get some sleep. Every time she left her room, one of her parents was practically down her throat offering her food or hugging her, or bringing her things. She didn’t know how to deal with it anymore.
And she missed Elle.
She’d associated the house in Montana with the first time she’d felt safe in four long months. But in the back of her mind she knew her desire for Elle was more than that, if only because she didn’t long for Sylar in the same way. She wanted Elle.
It took her a few weeks to work up the courage to call Mohinder, and it took him another week to arrange transport. She didn’t tell her parents much - though they were still overprotective, she’d dealt with so much worse…it hardly mattered anyway. She’d told them she’d be gone for the week, and nothing else.
The car picked her up the next morning. The man driving it was not Mohinder, but it wasn’t him that Claire wanted to see anyway. She settled into the backseat and closed her eyes as the car pulled out, driving her across state lines. A plane would be cheaper, but Sylar would hardly pick her up at the airport, and this way, as few people as possible would know of her destination. Less of a paper trail.
When she woke, the landscape had changed and the sky had gone dark. Claire settled back in the car and tucked her knees to her chin, biting her lip nervously. Her skin crawled with anticipation, aching for the feel of Elle’s arms safe around her again. She gave little thought to Sylar or of the role he really played in the household, though the image of Elle in his arms was practically burned into her retinas.
The car rolled up to the secluded home and Claire snatched at her suitcase, climbing out of the car without a second glance at the driver. She ran up to the door, and then froze, suddenly petrified.
What if Mohinder hadn’t told them she were coming? What if they didn’t want her to come, and she showed up anyway and screwed everything up? Was there anything to screw up, even?
Sylar opened the door before she could get up the courage to knock.
“Hello, Claire.”
Claire swallowed. “Hi.”
“Can I help you with something?” Sylar smirked; he clearly had known she was coming.
“I want to see Elle,” she blurted out, and Sylar’s smirk faded. Mohinder hadn’t discerned her real reason for wanting to visit, and so of course Sylar wouldn’t know.
“Elle’s a bit indisposed at the moment,” Sylar said, “but you can come in.”
Claire took a deep breath and gathered her nerve, stepping past Sylar into the house. “I don’t care if she’s asleep,” she tried, “I just…I want to see her.”
Sylar shook his head, “Not now.”
Claire’s brow wrinkled and she glanced at the bedroom door. It was closed, and she knew without a doubt that Elle was inside. Steeling her resolve, she walked straight to the bedroom, hoping she could get the door open before Sylar caught her with his telekinesis and prevented her from moving at all.
It took her a moment to locate Elle in the shadowy room. The bed was made and empty, so Claire’s gaze traveled to the floor and to the cage in the corner.
Elle was inside, curled up into herself. There was a gag snapped tightly between her teeth and Claire realized that Elle’s position wasn’t voluntary - There were belts around her body holding her legs tight together, and locks and chains holding her on her side. Her back was red where the cane had broken open her skin, and Claire could see a few places where the blood was still shimmery and red.
“You seem to be doing a lot better,” Sylar said, walking up behind Claire, “You don’t listen at all.”
“You’re hurting her!” Claire said, already moving towards the cage. “You told me you didn’t hurt her.”
Claire froze in midair with barely a wave of Sylar’s hands. “I did not say that,” he said, turning Claire around and walking her back towards him. “We told you everything was consensual here. We did not say that I never hurt Elle. She earned her own punishment, Claire.”
Claire gaped at him, her brain whirring. This wasn’t what she’d wanted. She’d thought she’d come here, to this out of the way house in the country, and there they’d be just like she’d left them. Instead life for them had gone on, just like life for Claire was supposed to go on. She struggled against Sylar’s telekinesis to turn her head to look back at Elle; Sylar saw what she was doing and released the hold on her neck, though not on her legs.
“What did she do?” Claire asked softly, her eyes on the tight leather around Elle’s slim legs. If she closed her eyes, she could remember that exact position…only she’d been left there for the whole night, with alligator clamps lining her limbs.
“It’s over,” Sylar said, walking Claire into the living room and sitting her down on the couch. Claire shifted, surprised to realize she’d been given control of her body again. “When she wakes up, it’ll be forgotten.”
Claire glanced at the bedroom door, closed once again.
“I missed you.”
Sylar’s lips twitched into a knowing smirk; the tension in Claire’s stomach bubbled over. “No you didn’t,” he told her, amused.
Claire pressed her lips together in a thin line and stared at the floor.
“You missed Elle.”
Claire nodded. There wasn’t much point in lying to Sylar anyway. Even without his ability to detect lies, he still always managed to call her bluff.
“Fine,” Sylar said. “Come get some sleep, and when you wake up in the morning, you can see Elle. Come with me.”
Claire followed obediently on his heels as he walked back into the bedroom. When they entered the bedroom, her eyes traveled nervously from Elle’s cage to the big, comfortable bed in the center of the room.
“I can’t…I don’t want…” Claire stammered out nervously, staring at the bed.
Sylar was already digging around in the toy cabinet. “I know,” he said, “I’d offer you the bed but you don’t want it. Here.” He dropped a few pillows next to the bed and then reached for Claire, buckling the leather cuffs around first her wrists and then her ankles. Claire rubbed her hands over the smooth leather and felt her whole body relax.
As she curled herself around a pillow on the floor next to Sylar’s bed, she knew something was wrong. Too many months of conditioning by Adam had made her crave the loss of control, but it was something else that had brought her back here - seeing what it could be like just made her want that even more.
She listened as Sylar checked on Elle, twisting in the shadowy room to watch as he opened her cage and checked her bindings to make sure nothing was pulling too tight and really hurting her. Elle slept soundly as he smoothed her hair back from her face before he locked the cage door again, and Claire’s heart clenched. That was what she wanted.
Elle’s breathing was steady and Claire tried to match her breath to the other girl’s, relaxing on the floor next to the bed as she finally fell asleep.
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“Morning, Pom Pom.” Claire blinked her eyes open sleepily, sitting up when she realized Elle was kneeling next to her on the floor. “I thought you were gonna sleep all day.”
It was the first night that Claire had been able to fall asleep almost immediately and then stay asleep for the entire night, but she wasn’t about to admit that to Elle.
“Want some breakfast?” Elle chirped, already tugging on Claire’s hand to encourage the girl to stand up. Claire complied, then followed Elle to the kitchen, studying the smooth lines of the other girl’s back. The skin was clear again, and none of the marks that Claire had seen the other night were visible on her skin.
In the kitchen, Elle tucked herself onto Sylar’s lap, snuggling back against him until she was comfortable. Claire sank down in the chair diagonal from the two of them, reaching for the fork next to the plate in front of her. She dug in eagerly, her eyes locked on Elle, who met her gaze with steady, interested eyes.
“You got here last night?” Elle asked, reaching for Sylar’s hand. She cupped his hand between her smaller ones, twining her fingers with his.
“Uh huh,” Claire nodded, her mouth full.
Elle smiled at Claire. “You gonna stay awhile?”
Claire glanced up at Sylar’s impassive face. When he didn’t say anything, she shrugged. “As long as I can, I guess. I…I missed you.”
Elle’s grin widened, but she didn’t say anything. Sylar removed his hand from hers and reached for Elle’s plate, tugging it closer.
“Eat something please,” he requested lightly. Elle rolled her eyes but obliged, taking a bite of the waffle. Her eyes sparkled with excitement as she ate, and Claire twisted in the chair, arousal curling in her belly.
The silence around the table was not uncomfortable as they finished their breakfast. It was obvious to Claire how comfortable Elle was in her life, contentment practically oozed out of her pores as she sat in Sylar’s lap, picking at her breakfast.
When breakfast was done, Elle showed Claire where the bathroom was, and left her a change of clothes.
“You don’t have the same rules as me,” she said, pointing at the pile of clothes. “Do whatever you feel comfortable with.”
Claire nodded, touching the soft fabric as Elle left her alone in the bathroom. She took the time to take a long shower, washing her hair and shaving. When she was finished and mostly satisfied with her hair, she left the clothing where Elle had placed it, and padded naked to the living room.
She wasn’t disappointed. Elle was buckled tightly to a padded bench, twisting her hips as Sylar’s fingers played over her skin. Claire watched with wide eyes as Sylar pushed a single finger into Elle, teasing her.
Sylar noticed Claire’s gaze and slid his finger from Elle, earning a pleading gasp from her. He ignored her, picking up a simple crop instead and holding it out to Claire.
“Would you like a turn?” he asked, encouraging.
Claire looked from the crop to Elle, still bound on her back across the bench. She clenched her thighs together and reached for the crop slowly. Sylar stepped aside and Claire took a tentative step towards Elle. Even blindfolded, the other girl had tipped her head in the direction of Sylar’s voice.
She struck Elle once, too lightly, across the thigh. Elle whimpered, though was clearly not hurt, and Claire turned to Sylar.
“I don’t want to…I don’t want to hit her.”
“No?” Sylar asked, taking the crop from Claire. He pushed her slightly, turning her around, before smacking her ass with the crop. Claire jumped, and then practically melted into his grasp.
“Sit down on the couch, Claire,” Sylar directed, and Claire complied, refusing to pout. She watched as Sylar unbuckled Elle from the bench, pulling her into a sitting position and pushing the blindfold away from her eyes. He murmured something to her, too quiet for Claire to hear, and Elle’s eyes lit up with excitement.
“Really?” she asked, her finger curling in her collar.
At Sylar’s nod, Elle nearly jumped off the bench and walked over to Claire.
“You don’t want to hit me,” Elle said, her voice low, as she combed her fingers through Claire’s hair. Claire shook her head no. “You want me to hit you?”
Claire glanced from Sylar to Elle, stunned. This was not the turnaround of events she’d been expecting. Mouth dry, she managed a little nod, avoiding eye contact with either Elle or Sylar.
Elle grasped Claire around her upper arm before pulling her to a standing position. “Go where I was,” she ordered, her voice steady. Clearly, living with Sylar had done little to change her bossy nature. She adjusted Claire so the girl was laying on her stomach across the bench, her ass exposed and her legs parted.
Sylar sat back on the couch and watched as Elle efficiently buckled cuffs around Claire’s slim wrists and ankles. It was sexier than he’d anticipated, watching Elle be so in charge. Elle was grinning as she pushed the blindfold off of her forehead and covered Claire’s eyes with it. Claire’s body relaxed when her vision was blocked, and Elle wasted no time, bringing the leather crop down on her ass with as much strength as she could muster.
Claire moaned, and Elle watched as the bright red mark faded to pink, then back to creamy tan skin. She did it again, this time three slaps in quick succession and Claire’s moan went guttural, a low pleased rumble coming from her throat. Elle glanced back at Sylar, pleased, and swiped her hand gently between Claire’s spread legs. The other girl jumped, trying to press back on Elle’s fingers.
“Do you like that?” Elle asked, unnecessarily. Claire nodded frantically, her hands opening and closing into tight fists. “Should I do it again?”
Claire managed a weak, “Please.” Elle obliged, dropping the crop and instead leaving a red handprint across Claire’s ass. It faded even more quickly than the crop mark, and Elle repeated the motion before turning to Sylar.
“Turn her over,” she ordered, and Sylar was so pleased by her command of Claire he didn’t even hesitate. Claire’s chains disconnected as she rose into the air, flipped on to her back and dropped back down to the table so quickly she wasn’t even sure what had happened. The chains snapped back around her cuffs and Elle reached over to dig through the chest that they kept behind their couch.
“What does Claire like to play with?” she said, half to Claire and half to herself. Claire didn’t say anything, but Sylar twitched his hand, sending a pair of nipple clamps into Elle’s hand. A slow smile spread across her face and she nodded, closing her hand over the metal chain.
“Of course you’d pick these,” Elle muttered, teasingly, before picking a bullet vibe and heading back to Claire, who was waiting on the bench, trembling with anticipation.
Elle started slowly, circling Claire’s pink nipples with the bullet vibe until they were hard and Claire was panting eagerly. Then she moved the toy between Claire’s spread legs, teasing the girl’s clit. When she was sure Claire was aroused, she carefully opened the silver clover clamps before pinching Claire’s tight nipples. Claire groaned as Elle lowered her mouth to Claire’s breasts, licking the exposed nipple pinched by the clamps.
“Put your mouth somewhere else,” Sylar ordered, and Elle bounced on her toes. She moved to the end of the bench, leaning over Claire before lowering her mouth to the apex of Claire’s thighs. Claire spread her legs as much as she could, whimpering pleadingly as Elle teased, lapping gently before she flicked her tongue over Claire’s swollen clit. Palming the bullet vibe, Elle pressed it against her own clit, sucking harder at Claire’s silky skin while she squirmed against the toy between her own legs.
“You don’t come until she does,” Sylar’s voice broke through Elle’s sex-fogged brain, and Elle pulled the toy away from her just enough to give herself a bit of a break while she pressed two slim fingers into Claire, pumping her fingers while still trying to keep her lips around Claire’s clit. For her part, Claire was nearly incoherent with pleasure, her body held nearly still except for the rise and fall of her chest and the trembling of her thighs. Elle doubled her efforts to push Claire over the edge, and dropped the vibe to the floor, instead reaching for the chain connecting Claire’s clamped nipples. She tugged lightly, and when Claire moaned her pleasure, she pulled a little harder. Claire came hard, her muscles tight around Elle’s fingers.
As soon as Claire began to come down from her orgasm, Elle pulled her fingers away from the other girl, dropping to her knees and reaching for the silver bullet vibe she’d dropped earlier. It didn’t take more than a few circles of the toy and Elle was coming, her right hand braced on the floor as her left worked between her legs. Panting, she tipped her head up to look at Sylar, who was staring at the women like he’d gotten the best. Present. Ever.
“Elle, come here,” Sylar snapped, already unzipping his jeans and shimmying them down his hips. Elle crawled the few feet separating them, opening her mouth to wrap her lips around Sylar’s already hard cock. Claire squirmed on the table, still bound and now ignored.
Elle was far too focused on Sylar to want to turn her attention to the other blonde; she flattened her tongue and swiped it across the head of his cock, teasing. He let her continue for a few more minutes before pushing her away gently and then encouraging her to climb into his lap. She slide down on him, tightening her muscles around him, and Sylar leaned forward, burying his head in the curve of her neck.
She began to move, up and down, twisting on him until he finally grabbed her hips and buried himself deep inside of her. She grunted as Sylar tipped up his hips, coming inside her welcoming heat.
“So good,” Elle panted, her face pressed against his chest. “Please touch me.”
It was a request Sylar was only too happy to comply with - the fingers of one hand moved to cup one of her breasts, his thumb teasing her nipple while the other went to her swollen clit, teasing. He’d always been able to make her come quickly, and this time was no exception. She leaned forward to kiss him as she orgasmed, then carefully moved off of his lap and padded back to Claire.
Elle smoothed Claire’s hair back away from her face, removing the blindfold. Claire blinked up at Elle before a slow smile spread across her face. Elle carefully removed the nipple clamps before she unbuckled the cuffs binding Claire to the table and Claire sat up. Elle leaned forward, kissing her gently and Claire returned the kiss, hitching herself closer to Elle.
“Enough, girls,” Sylar said, standing up and buttoning his jeans. “Elle, maybe Claire would like to rest.”
“She’s good,” Elle said, leaving a soft kiss on Claire’s neck. Claire let out a breathy whimper and Elle kissed her again.
Sylar chuckled, glancing around room until his eyes fell on two similar toys. Elle knew him well enough to follow his gaze and when she saw what he was looking at, she swallowed hard. Arousal with just a tinge of trepidation curled in her belly, and she leaned in to kiss Claire once more.
“I hope you’re up for something else,” she murmured to the other girl, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear as Sylar pulled the pair of machines across the floor and set them up facing each other. The one was the fucking machine that he used to tease Elle - the vibrator attached to it was thick and Elle loved the feeling of it. Still, without any sensation on her clit she was never able to come, and that was just cruel.
The other machine was a Sybian - it was one of Elle’s favorite toys. Like the other machine, there was an attached vibrator, but when she sat on it, there was also a vibrator for her clit. It made her come faster than anything else, and really, the only bad part about the toy was when Sylar made her stay on it for too long.
“Come here, girls,” Sylar said, and both of them dropped to their knees and crawled to him. Sylar’s cock swelled in the confines of his jeans; Elle on her own was plenty sexy, but to have Claire as well…
“Elle, here,” Sylar said, pointing to the first machine. Elle pouted as he buckled her to the metal frame; her ankles and wrists at each of the ends of the frame shaped like a large capital I. Gently, Sylar pressed the vibrator into her and started the machine. Just when Elle had resigned herself to watching Claire get to orgasm, she felt him buckle her butterfly vibe around her thighs, the plastic of the toy positioned just where she wanted it.
“This game will be much more fun if you actually get to play,” Sylar said cryptically, setting both the vibrator and the machine to high before going to attend to Claire. He pushed the Sybian over close to Elle, before helping Claire sink down on the vibrator. Her legs were strapped to the sides of the toy, but if she leaned forward enough, she could press her lips against Elle’s. Since it appeared that had been Sylar’s plan, she kissed Elle softly; the other girl was already well on her way to her first orgasm, and responded roughly, sinking her teeth into the flesh of Claire’s lower lip as they kissed.
“Such good girls,” Sylar said, pleased. He adjusted the intensity of Claire’s machine before settling back on the couch. “The game is this: Will Claire’s ability or Elle’s experience allow either of you to stay conscious longer?”
The girls broke their kiss to stare at him. Sylar merely chuckled and crossed his arms, observing. Claire looked thrilled at first, grinding down on the toy, Elle knew better; she’d played this game with Sylar many times before. Still, her first and second orgasm made her tingle, and she stretched her neck forward to kiss Claire.
Fifteen minutes later, both girls were panting and sweating as the machines teased orgasm after orgasm from their exhausted bodies. Neither Claire’s healing nor Elle’s experience seemed to be making it any easier on either girl, but it didn’t matter - Sylar thought they both looked gorgeous.
Elle lost the fight first; a particularly strong orgasm had her crying out, then going limp in her bonds. While Claire stammered through her own orgasm, Sylar unlocked Elle and carried her to the bedroom. When he came back, Claire was still awake, though the muscles in her legs had gone to jello and were shaking violently. He turned off her own machine, picking her up gently and settling on the couch with her.
“I won,” she muttered sleepily, and he laughed and wiped his hand across her forehead, smoothing back the hair that had stuck to her skin.
“Elle can never stay conscious through that many good orgasms,” Sylar said. “I suspected you’d win. It was still fun to watch.”
“Mmm,” Claire smiled, still lying in his arms. Years ago, she would never have imagined Sylar’s presence could make her feel so safe; now - after Adam - Sylar’s arms were welcoming. It was clear he loved Elle, that much was obvious.
“Do you want to go have a nap with Elle?” Sylar asked. “She’ll be out for at least the next couple hours…when you wake up, we can make some decisions about what you’d like to do in the future.”
“Yeah, okay,” Claire mumbled. She didn’t want to think about the future; she liked things better in the here and now.
“Yeah, okay, sir,” Sylar corrected, then pushed her gently until she was standing. “Go see how Elle’s doing.”
Claire nodded, “Yes, sir.”
When she reached the bedroom, she found Elle curled up in the bed, sound asleep. She hesitated; looking from the cage in the corner to the bed, but in the end decided she’d rather be with Elle. She snuggled easily into the other girl’s arms. Elle mumbled something in her sleep, curving her body around Claire’s and nuzzling the back of her neck.
It all made it too easy for Claire to finally fall asleep in a real bed for the first time since before Adam had taken her. She wasn’t going to question her emotions, she was just going to live them. They could deal with the rest of her problems later.
AUTHOR: dragynflies
RATING: NC 17
WARNINGS: BDSM
PAIRING: Sylar/Elle, Elle/Claire
DISCLAIMER: Heroes cast is not mine
A/N: Beta’d by the lovely superkappa
Claire couldn’t sleep. Worse than the couch at Sylar and Elle’s house, her bed at her parents’ house was too big and fluffy. Worse still, there was no place else for her to go to try to get some sleep. Every time she left her room, one of her parents was practically down her throat offering her food or hugging her, or bringing her things. She didn’t know how to deal with it anymore.
And she missed Elle.
She’d associated the house in Montana with the first time she’d felt safe in four long months. But in the back of her mind she knew her desire for Elle was more than that, if only because she didn’t long for Sylar in the same way. She wanted Elle.
It took her a few weeks to work up the courage to call Mohinder, and it took him another week to arrange transport. She didn’t tell her parents much - though they were still overprotective, she’d dealt with so much worse…it hardly mattered anyway. She’d told them she’d be gone for the week, and nothing else.
The car picked her up the next morning. The man driving it was not Mohinder, but it wasn’t him that Claire wanted to see anyway. She settled into the backseat and closed her eyes as the car pulled out, driving her across state lines. A plane would be cheaper, but Sylar would hardly pick her up at the airport, and this way, as few people as possible would know of her destination. Less of a paper trail.
When she woke, the landscape had changed and the sky had gone dark. Claire settled back in the car and tucked her knees to her chin, biting her lip nervously. Her skin crawled with anticipation, aching for the feel of Elle’s arms safe around her again. She gave little thought to Sylar or of the role he really played in the household, though the image of Elle in his arms was practically burned into her retinas.
The car rolled up to the secluded home and Claire snatched at her suitcase, climbing out of the car without a second glance at the driver. She ran up to the door, and then froze, suddenly petrified.
What if Mohinder hadn’t told them she were coming? What if they didn’t want her to come, and she showed up anyway and screwed everything up? Was there anything to screw up, even?
Sylar opened the door before she could get up the courage to knock.
“Hello, Claire.”
Claire swallowed. “Hi.”
“Can I help you with something?” Sylar smirked; he clearly had known she was coming.
“I want to see Elle,” she blurted out, and Sylar’s smirk faded. Mohinder hadn’t discerned her real reason for wanting to visit, and so of course Sylar wouldn’t know.
“Elle’s a bit indisposed at the moment,” Sylar said, “but you can come in.”
Claire took a deep breath and gathered her nerve, stepping past Sylar into the house. “I don’t care if she’s asleep,” she tried, “I just…I want to see her.”
Sylar shook his head, “Not now.”
Claire’s brow wrinkled and she glanced at the bedroom door. It was closed, and she knew without a doubt that Elle was inside. Steeling her resolve, she walked straight to the bedroom, hoping she could get the door open before Sylar caught her with his telekinesis and prevented her from moving at all.
It took her a moment to locate Elle in the shadowy room. The bed was made and empty, so Claire’s gaze traveled to the floor and to the cage in the corner.
Elle was inside, curled up into herself. There was a gag snapped tightly between her teeth and Claire realized that Elle’s position wasn’t voluntary - There were belts around her body holding her legs tight together, and locks and chains holding her on her side. Her back was red where the cane had broken open her skin, and Claire could see a few places where the blood was still shimmery and red.
“You seem to be doing a lot better,” Sylar said, walking up behind Claire, “You don’t listen at all.”
“You’re hurting her!” Claire said, already moving towards the cage. “You told me you didn’t hurt her.”
Claire froze in midair with barely a wave of Sylar’s hands. “I did not say that,” he said, turning Claire around and walking her back towards him. “We told you everything was consensual here. We did not say that I never hurt Elle. She earned her own punishment, Claire.”
Claire gaped at him, her brain whirring. This wasn’t what she’d wanted. She’d thought she’d come here, to this out of the way house in the country, and there they’d be just like she’d left them. Instead life for them had gone on, just like life for Claire was supposed to go on. She struggled against Sylar’s telekinesis to turn her head to look back at Elle; Sylar saw what she was doing and released the hold on her neck, though not on her legs.
“What did she do?” Claire asked softly, her eyes on the tight leather around Elle’s slim legs. If she closed her eyes, she could remember that exact position…only she’d been left there for the whole night, with alligator clamps lining her limbs.
“It’s over,” Sylar said, walking Claire into the living room and sitting her down on the couch. Claire shifted, surprised to realize she’d been given control of her body again. “When she wakes up, it’ll be forgotten.”
Claire glanced at the bedroom door, closed once again.
“I missed you.”
Sylar’s lips twitched into a knowing smirk; the tension in Claire’s stomach bubbled over. “No you didn’t,” he told her, amused.
Claire pressed her lips together in a thin line and stared at the floor.
“You missed Elle.”
Claire nodded. There wasn’t much point in lying to Sylar anyway. Even without his ability to detect lies, he still always managed to call her bluff.
“Fine,” Sylar said. “Come get some sleep, and when you wake up in the morning, you can see Elle. Come with me.”
Claire followed obediently on his heels as he walked back into the bedroom. When they entered the bedroom, her eyes traveled nervously from Elle’s cage to the big, comfortable bed in the center of the room.
“I can’t…I don’t want…” Claire stammered out nervously, staring at the bed.
Sylar was already digging around in the toy cabinet. “I know,” he said, “I’d offer you the bed but you don’t want it. Here.” He dropped a few pillows next to the bed and then reached for Claire, buckling the leather cuffs around first her wrists and then her ankles. Claire rubbed her hands over the smooth leather and felt her whole body relax.
As she curled herself around a pillow on the floor next to Sylar’s bed, she knew something was wrong. Too many months of conditioning by Adam had made her crave the loss of control, but it was something else that had brought her back here - seeing what it could be like just made her want that even more.
She listened as Sylar checked on Elle, twisting in the shadowy room to watch as he opened her cage and checked her bindings to make sure nothing was pulling too tight and really hurting her. Elle slept soundly as he smoothed her hair back from her face before he locked the cage door again, and Claire’s heart clenched. That was what she wanted.
Elle’s breathing was steady and Claire tried to match her breath to the other girl’s, relaxing on the floor next to the bed as she finally fell asleep.
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“Morning, Pom Pom.” Claire blinked her eyes open sleepily, sitting up when she realized Elle was kneeling next to her on the floor. “I thought you were gonna sleep all day.”
It was the first night that Claire had been able to fall asleep almost immediately and then stay asleep for the entire night, but she wasn’t about to admit that to Elle.
“Want some breakfast?” Elle chirped, already tugging on Claire’s hand to encourage the girl to stand up. Claire complied, then followed Elle to the kitchen, studying the smooth lines of the other girl’s back. The skin was clear again, and none of the marks that Claire had seen the other night were visible on her skin.
In the kitchen, Elle tucked herself onto Sylar’s lap, snuggling back against him until she was comfortable. Claire sank down in the chair diagonal from the two of them, reaching for the fork next to the plate in front of her. She dug in eagerly, her eyes locked on Elle, who met her gaze with steady, interested eyes.
“You got here last night?” Elle asked, reaching for Sylar’s hand. She cupped his hand between her smaller ones, twining her fingers with his.
“Uh huh,” Claire nodded, her mouth full.
Elle smiled at Claire. “You gonna stay awhile?”
Claire glanced up at Sylar’s impassive face. When he didn’t say anything, she shrugged. “As long as I can, I guess. I…I missed you.”
Elle’s grin widened, but she didn’t say anything. Sylar removed his hand from hers and reached for Elle’s plate, tugging it closer.
“Eat something please,” he requested lightly. Elle rolled her eyes but obliged, taking a bite of the waffle. Her eyes sparkled with excitement as she ate, and Claire twisted in the chair, arousal curling in her belly.
The silence around the table was not uncomfortable as they finished their breakfast. It was obvious to Claire how comfortable Elle was in her life, contentment practically oozed out of her pores as she sat in Sylar’s lap, picking at her breakfast.
When breakfast was done, Elle showed Claire where the bathroom was, and left her a change of clothes.
“You don’t have the same rules as me,” she said, pointing at the pile of clothes. “Do whatever you feel comfortable with.”
Claire nodded, touching the soft fabric as Elle left her alone in the bathroom. She took the time to take a long shower, washing her hair and shaving. When she was finished and mostly satisfied with her hair, she left the clothing where Elle had placed it, and padded naked to the living room.
She wasn’t disappointed. Elle was buckled tightly to a padded bench, twisting her hips as Sylar’s fingers played over her skin. Claire watched with wide eyes as Sylar pushed a single finger into Elle, teasing her.
Sylar noticed Claire’s gaze and slid his finger from Elle, earning a pleading gasp from her. He ignored her, picking up a simple crop instead and holding it out to Claire.
“Would you like a turn?” he asked, encouraging.
Claire looked from the crop to Elle, still bound on her back across the bench. She clenched her thighs together and reached for the crop slowly. Sylar stepped aside and Claire took a tentative step towards Elle. Even blindfolded, the other girl had tipped her head in the direction of Sylar’s voice.
She struck Elle once, too lightly, across the thigh. Elle whimpered, though was clearly not hurt, and Claire turned to Sylar.
“I don’t want to…I don’t want to hit her.”
“No?” Sylar asked, taking the crop from Claire. He pushed her slightly, turning her around, before smacking her ass with the crop. Claire jumped, and then practically melted into his grasp.
“Sit down on the couch, Claire,” Sylar directed, and Claire complied, refusing to pout. She watched as Sylar unbuckled Elle from the bench, pulling her into a sitting position and pushing the blindfold away from her eyes. He murmured something to her, too quiet for Claire to hear, and Elle’s eyes lit up with excitement.
“Really?” she asked, her finger curling in her collar.
At Sylar’s nod, Elle nearly jumped off the bench and walked over to Claire.
“You don’t want to hit me,” Elle said, her voice low, as she combed her fingers through Claire’s hair. Claire shook her head no. “You want me to hit you?”
Claire glanced from Sylar to Elle, stunned. This was not the turnaround of events she’d been expecting. Mouth dry, she managed a little nod, avoiding eye contact with either Elle or Sylar.
Elle grasped Claire around her upper arm before pulling her to a standing position. “Go where I was,” she ordered, her voice steady. Clearly, living with Sylar had done little to change her bossy nature. She adjusted Claire so the girl was laying on her stomach across the bench, her ass exposed and her legs parted.
Sylar sat back on the couch and watched as Elle efficiently buckled cuffs around Claire’s slim wrists and ankles. It was sexier than he’d anticipated, watching Elle be so in charge. Elle was grinning as she pushed the blindfold off of her forehead and covered Claire’s eyes with it. Claire’s body relaxed when her vision was blocked, and Elle wasted no time, bringing the leather crop down on her ass with as much strength as she could muster.
Claire moaned, and Elle watched as the bright red mark faded to pink, then back to creamy tan skin. She did it again, this time three slaps in quick succession and Claire’s moan went guttural, a low pleased rumble coming from her throat. Elle glanced back at Sylar, pleased, and swiped her hand gently between Claire’s spread legs. The other girl jumped, trying to press back on Elle’s fingers.
“Do you like that?” Elle asked, unnecessarily. Claire nodded frantically, her hands opening and closing into tight fists. “Should I do it again?”
Claire managed a weak, “Please.” Elle obliged, dropping the crop and instead leaving a red handprint across Claire’s ass. It faded even more quickly than the crop mark, and Elle repeated the motion before turning to Sylar.
“Turn her over,” she ordered, and Sylar was so pleased by her command of Claire he didn’t even hesitate. Claire’s chains disconnected as she rose into the air, flipped on to her back and dropped back down to the table so quickly she wasn’t even sure what had happened. The chains snapped back around her cuffs and Elle reached over to dig through the chest that they kept behind their couch.
“What does Claire like to play with?” she said, half to Claire and half to herself. Claire didn’t say anything, but Sylar twitched his hand, sending a pair of nipple clamps into Elle’s hand. A slow smile spread across her face and she nodded, closing her hand over the metal chain.
“Of course you’d pick these,” Elle muttered, teasingly, before picking a bullet vibe and heading back to Claire, who was waiting on the bench, trembling with anticipation.
Elle started slowly, circling Claire’s pink nipples with the bullet vibe until they were hard and Claire was panting eagerly. Then she moved the toy between Claire’s spread legs, teasing the girl’s clit. When she was sure Claire was aroused, she carefully opened the silver clover clamps before pinching Claire’s tight nipples. Claire groaned as Elle lowered her mouth to Claire’s breasts, licking the exposed nipple pinched by the clamps.
“Put your mouth somewhere else,” Sylar ordered, and Elle bounced on her toes. She moved to the end of the bench, leaning over Claire before lowering her mouth to the apex of Claire’s thighs. Claire spread her legs as much as she could, whimpering pleadingly as Elle teased, lapping gently before she flicked her tongue over Claire’s swollen clit. Palming the bullet vibe, Elle pressed it against her own clit, sucking harder at Claire’s silky skin while she squirmed against the toy between her own legs.
“You don’t come until she does,” Sylar’s voice broke through Elle’s sex-fogged brain, and Elle pulled the toy away from her just enough to give herself a bit of a break while she pressed two slim fingers into Claire, pumping her fingers while still trying to keep her lips around Claire’s clit. For her part, Claire was nearly incoherent with pleasure, her body held nearly still except for the rise and fall of her chest and the trembling of her thighs. Elle doubled her efforts to push Claire over the edge, and dropped the vibe to the floor, instead reaching for the chain connecting Claire’s clamped nipples. She tugged lightly, and when Claire moaned her pleasure, she pulled a little harder. Claire came hard, her muscles tight around Elle’s fingers.
As soon as Claire began to come down from her orgasm, Elle pulled her fingers away from the other girl, dropping to her knees and reaching for the silver bullet vibe she’d dropped earlier. It didn’t take more than a few circles of the toy and Elle was coming, her right hand braced on the floor as her left worked between her legs. Panting, she tipped her head up to look at Sylar, who was staring at the women like he’d gotten the best. Present. Ever.
“Elle, come here,” Sylar snapped, already unzipping his jeans and shimmying them down his hips. Elle crawled the few feet separating them, opening her mouth to wrap her lips around Sylar’s already hard cock. Claire squirmed on the table, still bound and now ignored.
Elle was far too focused on Sylar to want to turn her attention to the other blonde; she flattened her tongue and swiped it across the head of his cock, teasing. He let her continue for a few more minutes before pushing her away gently and then encouraging her to climb into his lap. She slide down on him, tightening her muscles around him, and Sylar leaned forward, burying his head in the curve of her neck.
She began to move, up and down, twisting on him until he finally grabbed her hips and buried himself deep inside of her. She grunted as Sylar tipped up his hips, coming inside her welcoming heat.
“So good,” Elle panted, her face pressed against his chest. “Please touch me.”
It was a request Sylar was only too happy to comply with - the fingers of one hand moved to cup one of her breasts, his thumb teasing her nipple while the other went to her swollen clit, teasing. He’d always been able to make her come quickly, and this time was no exception. She leaned forward to kiss him as she orgasmed, then carefully moved off of his lap and padded back to Claire.
Elle smoothed Claire’s hair back away from her face, removing the blindfold. Claire blinked up at Elle before a slow smile spread across her face. Elle carefully removed the nipple clamps before she unbuckled the cuffs binding Claire to the table and Claire sat up. Elle leaned forward, kissing her gently and Claire returned the kiss, hitching herself closer to Elle.
“Enough, girls,” Sylar said, standing up and buttoning his jeans. “Elle, maybe Claire would like to rest.”
“She’s good,” Elle said, leaving a soft kiss on Claire’s neck. Claire let out a breathy whimper and Elle kissed her again.
Sylar chuckled, glancing around room until his eyes fell on two similar toys. Elle knew him well enough to follow his gaze and when she saw what he was looking at, she swallowed hard. Arousal with just a tinge of trepidation curled in her belly, and she leaned in to kiss Claire once more.
“I hope you’re up for something else,” she murmured to the other girl, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear as Sylar pulled the pair of machines across the floor and set them up facing each other. The one was the fucking machine that he used to tease Elle - the vibrator attached to it was thick and Elle loved the feeling of it. Still, without any sensation on her clit she was never able to come, and that was just cruel.
The other machine was a Sybian - it was one of Elle’s favorite toys. Like the other machine, there was an attached vibrator, but when she sat on it, there was also a vibrator for her clit. It made her come faster than anything else, and really, the only bad part about the toy was when Sylar made her stay on it for too long.
“Come here, girls,” Sylar said, and both of them dropped to their knees and crawled to him. Sylar’s cock swelled in the confines of his jeans; Elle on her own was plenty sexy, but to have Claire as well…
“Elle, here,” Sylar said, pointing to the first machine. Elle pouted as he buckled her to the metal frame; her ankles and wrists at each of the ends of the frame shaped like a large capital I. Gently, Sylar pressed the vibrator into her and started the machine. Just when Elle had resigned herself to watching Claire get to orgasm, she felt him buckle her butterfly vibe around her thighs, the plastic of the toy positioned just where she wanted it.
“This game will be much more fun if you actually get to play,” Sylar said cryptically, setting both the vibrator and the machine to high before going to attend to Claire. He pushed the Sybian over close to Elle, before helping Claire sink down on the vibrator. Her legs were strapped to the sides of the toy, but if she leaned forward enough, she could press her lips against Elle’s. Since it appeared that had been Sylar’s plan, she kissed Elle softly; the other girl was already well on her way to her first orgasm, and responded roughly, sinking her teeth into the flesh of Claire’s lower lip as they kissed.
“Such good girls,” Sylar said, pleased. He adjusted the intensity of Claire’s machine before settling back on the couch. “The game is this: Will Claire’s ability or Elle’s experience allow either of you to stay conscious longer?”
The girls broke their kiss to stare at him. Sylar merely chuckled and crossed his arms, observing. Claire looked thrilled at first, grinding down on the toy, Elle knew better; she’d played this game with Sylar many times before. Still, her first and second orgasm made her tingle, and she stretched her neck forward to kiss Claire.
Fifteen minutes later, both girls were panting and sweating as the machines teased orgasm after orgasm from their exhausted bodies. Neither Claire’s healing nor Elle’s experience seemed to be making it any easier on either girl, but it didn’t matter - Sylar thought they both looked gorgeous.
Elle lost the fight first; a particularly strong orgasm had her crying out, then going limp in her bonds. While Claire stammered through her own orgasm, Sylar unlocked Elle and carried her to the bedroom. When he came back, Claire was still awake, though the muscles in her legs had gone to jello and were shaking violently. He turned off her own machine, picking her up gently and settling on the couch with her.
“I won,” she muttered sleepily, and he laughed and wiped his hand across her forehead, smoothing back the hair that had stuck to her skin.
“Elle can never stay conscious through that many good orgasms,” Sylar said. “I suspected you’d win. It was still fun to watch.”
“Mmm,” Claire smiled, still lying in his arms. Years ago, she would never have imagined Sylar’s presence could make her feel so safe; now - after Adam - Sylar’s arms were welcoming. It was clear he loved Elle, that much was obvious.
“Do you want to go have a nap with Elle?” Sylar asked. “She’ll be out for at least the next couple hours…when you wake up, we can make some decisions about what you’d like to do in the future.”
“Yeah, okay,” Claire mumbled. She didn’t want to think about the future; she liked things better in the here and now.
“Yeah, okay, sir,” Sylar corrected, then pushed her gently until she was standing. “Go see how Elle’s doing.”
Claire nodded, “Yes, sir.”
When she reached the bedroom, she found Elle curled up in the bed, sound asleep. She hesitated; looking from the cage in the corner to the bed, but in the end decided she’d rather be with Elle. She snuggled easily into the other girl’s arms. Elle mumbled something in her sleep, curving her body around Claire’s and nuzzling the back of her neck.
It all made it too easy for Claire to finally fall asleep in a real bed for the first time since before Adam had taken her. She wasn’t going to question her emotions, she was just going to live them. They could deal with the rest of her problems later.