Fifty Shades of Narcissicm - Control
For Lauren. A dedicated Sapphonnor shipper.
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Cold metal around his wrists.
'You bitch.' Connor growls, tugging against the cuffs until his shoulders burn. The bed creaks beneath him. Above him, Sappho simply smirks. Her blouse is unbuttoned halfway down, her silk bra on display mere inches from his face. He surges up towards her, intent on biting those soft, full breasts, but her little hand closes around his throat, forcing him down. He glowers up at her.
'Get me out of these.' He commands.
'No,' she replies simply, sitting back to straddle him. She rests her palms on his stomach. Connor continues to glare at her. She sweeps her long hair over one shoulder, wafting the unmistakeable, delicious scent of her anise perfume in his direction. He growls again.
'Stop this. Now.'
Sappho giggles impishly. 'Or what?'
He pauses for effect, allowing her to see his smirk spreading. 'When you let me go, I'll spank your ass raw.' When her playful expression falters, his smirk grows smug. 'Get me out of these.'
Her composure returns and she mirrors his smirk as she leans forward and braces her hands either side of his head on the pillow. 'No. I'm not done with you yet.'
With an irritated groan, he gives another sharp tug on his bonds. 'Sappho, this isn't funny. This is your place, not mine.'
'My place?' Sappho's dark eyes blaze as she rakes her sharp nails across his abdomen, leaving four neat, red scores on his skin. He hisses as he watches tiny beads of crimson form a dotted line down one of the scores. The stinging pain is suddenly joined by something else, another feeling twinging in his gut.
Lust?
'Little whore,' he grates.
A laugh ripples past Sappho's lips. 'Finally you understand.' The bed creaks once again as she leans down to kiss his throat. He growls half-heartedly as her lips find the thrumming pulsepoint. His hands close around the cool metal of the cuff chain. In his mind, he curses her. She knows every part of his body that makes him weak and she has learned the way to kiss them until he is a grumbling mess.
But the teasing roll of her hips brings him to his senses.
'Get off!' Connor pulls against the cuffs. He isn't in control. He has to be in control. 'Get me out of these fucking cuffs!'
Sappho's nails rake down his ribs once more and her tongue flicks against his Adam's apple. 'Shh...'
To both their surprise, he whimpers. He sees her nipples stiffen in her silk bra. His fury grows. She enjoys his vulnerability. She is aroused by it. He means to yell, to scold her, but when he speaks his voice is small. Little more than a plea.
'Release me...' He says.
She smiles softly and leans down to kiss him. Her tongue probes his lips.
Click.
For Lauren. A dedicated Sapphonnor shipper.
Click.
Cold metal around his wrists.
'You bitch.' Connor growls, tugging against the cuffs until his shoulders burn. The bed creaks beneath him. Above him, Sappho simply smirks. Her blouse is unbuttoned halfway down, her silk bra on display mere inches from his face. He surges up towards her, intent on biting those soft, full breasts, but her little hand closes around his throat, forcing him down. He glowers up at her.
'Get me out of these.' He commands.
'No,' she replies simply, sitting back to straddle him. She rests her palms on his stomach. Connor continues to glare at her. She sweeps her long hair over one shoulder, wafting the unmistakeable, delicious scent of her anise perfume in his direction. He growls again.
'Stop this. Now.'
Sappho giggles impishly. 'Or what?'
He pauses for effect, allowing her to see his smirk spreading. 'When you let me go, I'll spank your ass raw.' When her playful expression falters, his smirk grows smug. 'Get me out of these.'
Her composure returns and she mirrors his smirk as she leans forward and braces her hands either side of his head on the pillow. 'No. I'm not done with you yet.'
With an irritated groan, he gives another sharp tug on his bonds. 'Sappho, this isn't funny. This is your place, not mine.'
'My place?' Sappho's dark eyes blaze as she rakes her sharp nails across his abdomen, leaving four neat, red scores on his skin. He hisses as he watches tiny beads of crimson form a dotted line down one of the scores. The stinging pain is suddenly joined by something else, another feeling twinging in his gut.
Lust?
'Little whore,' he grates.
A laugh ripples past Sappho's lips. 'Finally you understand.' The bed creaks once again as she leans down to kiss his throat. He growls half-heartedly as her lips find the thrumming pulsepoint. His hands close around the cool metal of the cuff chain. In his mind, he curses her. She knows every part of his body that makes him weak and she has learned the way to kiss them until he is a grumbling mess.
But the teasing roll of her hips brings him to his senses.
'Get off!' Connor pulls against the cuffs. He isn't in control. He has to be in control. 'Get me out of these fucking cuffs!'
Sappho's nails rake down his ribs once more and her tongue flicks against his Adam's apple. 'Shh...'
To both their surprise, he whimpers. He sees her nipples stiffen in her silk bra. His fury grows. She enjoys his vulnerability. She is aroused by it. He means to yell, to scold her, but when he speaks his voice is small. Little more than a plea.
'Release me...' He says.
She smiles softly and leans down to kiss him. Her tongue probes his lips.
Click.