Mini NaNoWriMo update day 15 - Mine, original m/m, NC-17
Title: Mine
Author: joanne_c
Fandom: Original m/m
Rating/Warnings: NC-17, dom/sub play, kink, bondage, spanking
Word Count: 1,398
Disclaimer: All characters in this story are mine. They came out of my head and therefore belong to me.
A/N: I did start writing this with a pairing in mind but the story just seems to fit better as original m/m.
Summary: An evening of kinky play.
Your eyes are wide and needy, your breath gasping in my ear, as we dance, locked so tightly together nothing else matters. I can feel your cock, so hard, only the ring stopping you from coming in your pants.
I whisper in your ear that we're going now, and I feel your relief. You won't be feeling it too much longer, but I will let you have a moment. We make our goodbyes to those we've spoken to, and make our way out to the car.
The moment the doors close and the privacy screen goes up - not that our driver would notice if it didn't - the tiny pieces of control you were holding on to shatter like glass and you kiss me, so hard and so needy.
You're wearing a lot of layers of clothing. Jacket, shirt, pants and I've made you wear underwear tonight - to tease you. But I get the pants opened and slide my hand inside, knowing this won't be half enough to make you come - or that I won't let it be, which is the same thing.
I don't betray it, but it is a shock just how hot and hard you are - your control is usually better than that. I mention that to you and you make some excuse about how much more you want me at these formal parties. That it's not your fault I look so devastating dressed up.
I shake my head and say that that isn't good enough. It would be at another time, but I want to break you tonight. And I know you want to be broken. Or you will want it by the time I'm finished with you.
I stay silent for the rest of the trip, not stopping your touches and kisses, but not responding or returning them. I don't want to go back on my decision hastily and you are tempting enough for me to get caught up in the moment with. It's happened several times before and though it's always wonderful, you sometimes take it for granted that I can be won over. And maybe I can, but I never want you to be able to take that for granted. So a lesson must be learned tonight. I'm looking forward to it, really. Maybe tomorrow I'll let you win me over. You won't be expecting it then. Or maybe I'll keep on like this for a few days - would it be more unexpected then? We'll see.
The car pulls up and I let you get out first, and follow. Dismissing the driver, we go inside, and as I know you will, as soon as the door closes, you're on your knees for me. Such a pretty slut I have, and I murmur the words as my hand strokes your hair. One more moment of gentleness before the pleasure and pain start.
"Strip," I murmur, moving back and watching you. "You may stand to do so." I turn on a light and watch you, so open to me, to anything I ask. Sometimes that knowledge, that I can make you do anything, overwhelms me. I would never let you know that, but even now, with the evening's course decided, I could change my mind, given the right signals. I press a button for some music, slow, smoky jazz, and you smile. Your hips rock and I see that beautiful cock of yours sway as you become naked for me.
"Now me," I stand and walk over to you, allowing you to strip me and fold everything, allowing a deep, almost tender kiss, before I move to fondle your angry red cock, listening to your moans and gasps as I do. "You won't be coming tonight," I say, firmly. You don't know that I'll probably change my mind if you please me enough, and you're not supposed to know that. I hear the mutter of "bastard" under your breath - but I don't hear your safe word. Not that I expected to over this, but it is always an option. "Upstairs," I whisper. "Playroom. Somewhere to make you into my pretty little sex toy."
For a moment you look happy - until you remember you're not coming. I can see the expressions in those lovely eyes of yours. Now isn't the moment to give you hope. Far too soon.
Upstairs, I slide the restraints over your skin. You are so unutterably beautiful. There are days I wonder why you chose me, when you could have anyone. There are soft bites to your neck and chest, before I turn you around and give you a good, hard paddling. The thwack of the leather-covered paddle against your ass is simply exquisite, and I give you six of the best before you start to scream. Three more, and my own cock is protesting far too much. Your tortured screams always make me hard. "I'm ready to fuck you," I whisper into your ear, and you can say only one word.
"Please."
I nearly come at the way you say it. So hot, so dirty. So mine.
You're prepared, of course. You know I might take advantage of my ownership at any time. Many's the party we've gone into a bathroom and I've shown you the consequences of flirting too much. Or the nearest bedroom, and on one memorable occasion we didn't even move from the dance floor, though no one knew what we were doing. You're such a slut for my cock that you'll take it in public if we can get away with it. But we're here now, and I whisper in your ear. "If you make it really good for me, I'll consider allowing you to come."
Your gasp is even dirtier than your cries and your words as I slide in, they come close to making me blush. Or would if I wasn't fucking that tight, hot ass of yours just as you were begging me to.
I add some spanks to your marks as I move in and out of you, the warm heat of your ass ramping up my own pleasure, but I want you to come first, and I have plans for how I'm going to come and just enough control to keep to it.
I reach around and unsnap the ring. "Come," I whisper in your ear, firmly.
I know it hurts, in the best way, the removal of the ring, the pulling on the restraints, your ass clamping around me - and I love to watch you in your pleasure/pain as you come for me, body twisting and writhing under me.
I know you're surprised when I don't come, I know it because you ask about it, whispering perverted fantasies of me filling you with my come.
And I'm tempted - oh so very much, but I whisper into your ear, "Beautiful perverted boy, kiss my cock, and thank me for your punishment." Of course I have to move out of your ass, and you moan. I unhook the restraints, though the handcuffs remain, only your feet being free.
"I love your cock," you whisper, before you move to kiss it, kissing the head and licking the slit, sucking my hard cock into your mouth, and again I'm almost tempted to just come there, but I know how I want to come.
I slide my cock out of your mouth and you beg for it again, such pretty, dirty words of want and need. I watch as you tilt your face up, still begging me for my cock.
Perfect.
A few more words that should be too dirty to sound so sweetly pretty, but it's your mouth and lips that make them so. A few more strokes on my cock, and I'm coming, all over your pretty face and dirty mouth.
And it is so perfect to see your pretty face and dirty mouth covered in my come. So perfect that I'm not going to allow you to clean up.
"Bed," I say, helping you to stand up, a murmured protest quickly silenced as I spank you for asking insubordinate questions.
Curled up around each other in bed, we kiss, I can taste myself on your lips. Declarations of love and ownership and possession pass through our lips, all in two simple words.
"Yours," you whisper, head resting on my shoulder.
"Mine," I answer, kissing the top of your head.
And we sleep.
Author: joanne_c
Fandom: Original m/m
Rating/Warnings: NC-17, dom/sub play, kink, bondage, spanking
Word Count: 1,398
Disclaimer: All characters in this story are mine. They came out of my head and therefore belong to me.
A/N: I did start writing this with a pairing in mind but the story just seems to fit better as original m/m.
Summary: An evening of kinky play.
Your eyes are wide and needy, your breath gasping in my ear, as we dance, locked so tightly together nothing else matters. I can feel your cock, so hard, only the ring stopping you from coming in your pants.
I whisper in your ear that we're going now, and I feel your relief. You won't be feeling it too much longer, but I will let you have a moment. We make our goodbyes to those we've spoken to, and make our way out to the car.
The moment the doors close and the privacy screen goes up - not that our driver would notice if it didn't - the tiny pieces of control you were holding on to shatter like glass and you kiss me, so hard and so needy.
You're wearing a lot of layers of clothing. Jacket, shirt, pants and I've made you wear underwear tonight - to tease you. But I get the pants opened and slide my hand inside, knowing this won't be half enough to make you come - or that I won't let it be, which is the same thing.
I don't betray it, but it is a shock just how hot and hard you are - your control is usually better than that. I mention that to you and you make some excuse about how much more you want me at these formal parties. That it's not your fault I look so devastating dressed up.
I shake my head and say that that isn't good enough. It would be at another time, but I want to break you tonight. And I know you want to be broken. Or you will want it by the time I'm finished with you.
I stay silent for the rest of the trip, not stopping your touches and kisses, but not responding or returning them. I don't want to go back on my decision hastily and you are tempting enough for me to get caught up in the moment with. It's happened several times before and though it's always wonderful, you sometimes take it for granted that I can be won over. And maybe I can, but I never want you to be able to take that for granted. So a lesson must be learned tonight. I'm looking forward to it, really. Maybe tomorrow I'll let you win me over. You won't be expecting it then. Or maybe I'll keep on like this for a few days - would it be more unexpected then? We'll see.
The car pulls up and I let you get out first, and follow. Dismissing the driver, we go inside, and as I know you will, as soon as the door closes, you're on your knees for me. Such a pretty slut I have, and I murmur the words as my hand strokes your hair. One more moment of gentleness before the pleasure and pain start.
"Strip," I murmur, moving back and watching you. "You may stand to do so." I turn on a light and watch you, so open to me, to anything I ask. Sometimes that knowledge, that I can make you do anything, overwhelms me. I would never let you know that, but even now, with the evening's course decided, I could change my mind, given the right signals. I press a button for some music, slow, smoky jazz, and you smile. Your hips rock and I see that beautiful cock of yours sway as you become naked for me.
"Now me," I stand and walk over to you, allowing you to strip me and fold everything, allowing a deep, almost tender kiss, before I move to fondle your angry red cock, listening to your moans and gasps as I do. "You won't be coming tonight," I say, firmly. You don't know that I'll probably change my mind if you please me enough, and you're not supposed to know that. I hear the mutter of "bastard" under your breath - but I don't hear your safe word. Not that I expected to over this, but it is always an option. "Upstairs," I whisper. "Playroom. Somewhere to make you into my pretty little sex toy."
For a moment you look happy - until you remember you're not coming. I can see the expressions in those lovely eyes of yours. Now isn't the moment to give you hope. Far too soon.
Upstairs, I slide the restraints over your skin. You are so unutterably beautiful. There are days I wonder why you chose me, when you could have anyone. There are soft bites to your neck and chest, before I turn you around and give you a good, hard paddling. The thwack of the leather-covered paddle against your ass is simply exquisite, and I give you six of the best before you start to scream. Three more, and my own cock is protesting far too much. Your tortured screams always make me hard. "I'm ready to fuck you," I whisper into your ear, and you can say only one word.
"Please."
I nearly come at the way you say it. So hot, so dirty. So mine.
You're prepared, of course. You know I might take advantage of my ownership at any time. Many's the party we've gone into a bathroom and I've shown you the consequences of flirting too much. Or the nearest bedroom, and on one memorable occasion we didn't even move from the dance floor, though no one knew what we were doing. You're such a slut for my cock that you'll take it in public if we can get away with it. But we're here now, and I whisper in your ear. "If you make it really good for me, I'll consider allowing you to come."
Your gasp is even dirtier than your cries and your words as I slide in, they come close to making me blush. Or would if I wasn't fucking that tight, hot ass of yours just as you were begging me to.
I add some spanks to your marks as I move in and out of you, the warm heat of your ass ramping up my own pleasure, but I want you to come first, and I have plans for how I'm going to come and just enough control to keep to it.
I reach around and unsnap the ring. "Come," I whisper in your ear, firmly.
I know it hurts, in the best way, the removal of the ring, the pulling on the restraints, your ass clamping around me - and I love to watch you in your pleasure/pain as you come for me, body twisting and writhing under me.
I know you're surprised when I don't come, I know it because you ask about it, whispering perverted fantasies of me filling you with my come.
And I'm tempted - oh so very much, but I whisper into your ear, "Beautiful perverted boy, kiss my cock, and thank me for your punishment." Of course I have to move out of your ass, and you moan. I unhook the restraints, though the handcuffs remain, only your feet being free.
"I love your cock," you whisper, before you move to kiss it, kissing the head and licking the slit, sucking my hard cock into your mouth, and again I'm almost tempted to just come there, but I know how I want to come.
I slide my cock out of your mouth and you beg for it again, such pretty, dirty words of want and need. I watch as you tilt your face up, still begging me for my cock.
Perfect.
A few more words that should be too dirty to sound so sweetly pretty, but it's your mouth and lips that make them so. A few more strokes on my cock, and I'm coming, all over your pretty face and dirty mouth.
And it is so perfect to see your pretty face and dirty mouth covered in my come. So perfect that I'm not going to allow you to clean up.
"Bed," I say, helping you to stand up, a murmured protest quickly silenced as I spank you for asking insubordinate questions.
Curled up around each other in bed, we kiss, I can taste myself on your lips. Declarations of love and ownership and possession pass through our lips, all in two simple words.
"Yours," you whisper, head resting on my shoulder.
"Mine," I answer, kissing the top of your head.
And we sleep.