fic: Agents Don't Cry
Title: Agents Don't Cry
Pairing: Elle/HRG
Prompt: Elle blew a mission and lost the target. She's got to be punished - and it's Noah's responsibility to dole out the appropriate discipline.
Rating: NC-17
Warning: dub con
Originally Posted: 3/15/2009 (here)
Agents Don't Cry
Elle hangs her head as she makes her way back to the Primatech van where Noah Bennet is waiting. No doubt waiting to dole out punishment for her botching this mission. She winces as she remembers her slip up and Noah's earlier warning to not screw up this mission.
"Don't mess this one up Elle. You almost wrecked the Gabriel Gray mission, I will not have you do wrong with this one."
"I won't mess it up."
"I have orders from your father that I'm to punish you anyway I see fit if you do."
Elle had frowned at that statement. She never felt easy about Noah, something about his cold steely demeanor never sat well with her. And she often felt there was something in the way he looked at her, but she couldn't quite put a finger on it. Either way, he was her partner and her superior. Daddy would not be pleased if Noah gave him a report on Elle disobeying him.
Elle turns the handle of the back door of the van and when she opens it, she finds him sitting and waiting for her with a disapproving look on his face.
"Didn't we talk about you not screwing up?"
"Look, it wasn't my fault!" Elle snaps. "Not like I meant to use my power, it just happened."
"With you, it doesn't just happen. Your father has been training you since you were six years old. You have complete control of your power." Noah tells her coldly. "Now get over here."
She nervously moves closer to him as he ordered.
"Bend over this control board and don't even think of using your power on me."
As Elle acquiesces, Noah winds up and delivers a firm smack to her bottom. She bites her lip to keep from crying out. She doesn't protest when he delivers another one, or when his hands push up her pencil skirt to around her waist and he pulls her panties down.
He lightly smoothes a hand over her rear, enjoying her flawless skin that's reddening due to his hits. His other hand reaches between her legs and Elle's breath hitches when she feels his fingers brush along her clit. Noah toys with her clit and Elle can't help but enjoy the pleasure that's running through her body. Just as she feels like her sight is about to go white as an orgasm is about to overcome her, she finds herself being thrown down to the floor, landing on her hands and knees.
"What the..."
"Quiet, Elle." Noah fumbles with his belt, struggling to free it from the belt loops on his pants. When he finally does, a dark smile crosses his face. "Your punishment has only just begun." His statement sends a shiver down Elle's body.
She suddenly feels a harsh stinging slap on her ass, much more painful than when he spanked her. A gasp escapes her as she feels another slap. Elle tries craning her neck to see but Noah sticks his hand out and clamps it on her head.
"You don't need to see anything." He keeps whipping her with his belt until her bottom is covered in red marks and he can see small welts forming. By the end of it, Elle's body is shaking and quiet sobs wrack her body. He lets go of his belt, the sound of it hitting the floor of the van echoes off the walls. "Get up."
Elle slowly gets off her hands, tears dripping down her face and she sits back on her heels, wiping the tears off her face."
"Are you crying, Elle?" Noah grabs her hair and yanks her head back. He leans forward in his chair and hisses into her ear. "Agents don't cry. Do you want me to punish you further?"
"N..no," she sniffles.
"Then do better next time. Or the punishment will be worse." A hand snakes down and pinches one of her reddened bare cheeks. "Got it?"
Pairing: Elle/HRG
Prompt: Elle blew a mission and lost the target. She's got to be punished - and it's Noah's responsibility to dole out the appropriate discipline.
Rating: NC-17
Warning: dub con
Originally Posted: 3/15/2009 (here)
Agents Don't Cry
Elle hangs her head as she makes her way back to the Primatech van where Noah Bennet is waiting. No doubt waiting to dole out punishment for her botching this mission. She winces as she remembers her slip up and Noah's earlier warning to not screw up this mission.
"Don't mess this one up Elle. You almost wrecked the Gabriel Gray mission, I will not have you do wrong with this one."
"I won't mess it up."
"I have orders from your father that I'm to punish you anyway I see fit if you do."
Elle had frowned at that statement. She never felt easy about Noah, something about his cold steely demeanor never sat well with her. And she often felt there was something in the way he looked at her, but she couldn't quite put a finger on it. Either way, he was her partner and her superior. Daddy would not be pleased if Noah gave him a report on Elle disobeying him.
Elle turns the handle of the back door of the van and when she opens it, she finds him sitting and waiting for her with a disapproving look on his face.
"Didn't we talk about you not screwing up?"
"Look, it wasn't my fault!" Elle snaps. "Not like I meant to use my power, it just happened."
"With you, it doesn't just happen. Your father has been training you since you were six years old. You have complete control of your power." Noah tells her coldly. "Now get over here."
She nervously moves closer to him as he ordered.
"Bend over this control board and don't even think of using your power on me."
As Elle acquiesces, Noah winds up and delivers a firm smack to her bottom. She bites her lip to keep from crying out. She doesn't protest when he delivers another one, or when his hands push up her pencil skirt to around her waist and he pulls her panties down.
He lightly smoothes a hand over her rear, enjoying her flawless skin that's reddening due to his hits. His other hand reaches between her legs and Elle's breath hitches when she feels his fingers brush along her clit. Noah toys with her clit and Elle can't help but enjoy the pleasure that's running through her body. Just as she feels like her sight is about to go white as an orgasm is about to overcome her, she finds herself being thrown down to the floor, landing on her hands and knees.
"What the..."
"Quiet, Elle." Noah fumbles with his belt, struggling to free it from the belt loops on his pants. When he finally does, a dark smile crosses his face. "Your punishment has only just begun." His statement sends a shiver down Elle's body.
She suddenly feels a harsh stinging slap on her ass, much more painful than when he spanked her. A gasp escapes her as she feels another slap. Elle tries craning her neck to see but Noah sticks his hand out and clamps it on her head.
"You don't need to see anything." He keeps whipping her with his belt until her bottom is covered in red marks and he can see small welts forming. By the end of it, Elle's body is shaking and quiet sobs wrack her body. He lets go of his belt, the sound of it hitting the floor of the van echoes off the walls. "Get up."
Elle slowly gets off her hands, tears dripping down her face and she sits back on her heels, wiping the tears off her face."
"Are you crying, Elle?" Noah grabs her hair and yanks her head back. He leans forward in his chair and hisses into her ear. "Agents don't cry. Do you want me to punish you further?"
"N..no," she sniffles.
"Then do better next time. Or the punishment will be worse." A hand snakes down and pinches one of her reddened bare cheeks. "Got it?"