Good Pet
Title: Good Pet
Author: ladygray99
Fandom: Numb3rs
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairings: Charlie/Amita/Ian
Word count: 593
Warnings/Spoilers: threeway, bdsm, oral sex, orgasm control,
Summary: There's something about Ian that drives them to this.
Notes: This is smut and probably OOC but I'm trying to get my head back into gear and it's proving tricky.
Beta: none
Good Pet
Amita watched. Not that there was much to see from where she was sitting. Mostly just Charlie's balls, pulled up tight and shaved smooth, his dick shoved into a tight metal tube so he couldn't get hard, and Ian's face, holding back the pleasure he must be feeling as he fucked Charlie's mouth.
Even if she couldn't see much it was still hot. She didn’t touch herself, as much as she wanted to. She kept her legs spread to avoid even the temptation to rub herself that way. She tried not to move in general, mostly because her bottom was still sore from Ian's hand and the wooden chair wasn't comfortable.
There was something about Ian that brought out the dark and wild in both her and Charlie. Things they would never even dream of doing between themselves Ian only had to mention. It has been just a bit of innuendo at the start, half a joke, but she'd ended up bent over Charlie's desk while Charlie was cuffed to his chair begging to touch himself.
That was mild compared to the things they had done since.
"Go ahead and touch yourself, Pet." That was his name for her. They were Pet and Boy.
Amita pressed her hand against her clit and shuttered at that little bit of relief.
"Your wife is sopping wet, Boy, watching me fuck your mouth. It's hard to know which is better. Your mouth or her pussy. Not that I don't plan on fucking both of you every possible way before I'm done."
Amita moaned and Charlie whimpered.
Ian pulled himself from Charlie's mouth. "Come here, Pet." He patted the bed next to him. Amita was glad to sit on something soft. Ian took Charlie by the hair and positioned him between her legs. "I know you can make her cum. You are a very considerate husband that way, but we're going to see how many times you can make her cum. You are going to be there until I say so, so take a deep breath because it might be a while."
She felt Charlie take a deep breath before he began tonguing her clit. Even without Ian he spent a lot of time between her legs. In truth he was not small and it was always better for her if she was swimming in endorphins before he entered her, and he always seemed happy to oblige.
It took less than a minute for the first orgasm to slam into her, she'd been so close. Charlie didn't stop though because Charlie was a good boy. She heard a condom wrapper opening and watched Ian kneel behind Charlie.
Charlie's tongue stopped. "Don't you dare stop, Boy. I want to hear Pet screaming while I fuck you." Ian pushed into Charlie and Charlie sucked at her clit. She fell backwards and caught a glance of the bedside clock. It was eleven in the morning. Only eleven. Ian's flight out wasn't until six in the evening, tomorrow.
The next orgasm hit nearly as hard as the first. She cried out over the slapping of Ian's hips against Charlie ass. Charlie kept going though because he was a good boy and she would lay there as told because she was a good pet.
And in 31 hours they would go back to being Charlie and Amita, happily married, comparatively vanilla sex life that will satisfy them both. But as she felt her third orgasm build a part of her was already making plans for the next time Ian breezed through town.
Author: ladygray99
Fandom: Numb3rs
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairings: Charlie/Amita/Ian
Word count: 593
Warnings/Spoilers: threeway, bdsm, oral sex, orgasm control,
Summary: There's something about Ian that drives them to this.
Notes: This is smut and probably OOC but I'm trying to get my head back into gear and it's proving tricky.
Beta: none
Good Pet
Amita watched. Not that there was much to see from where she was sitting. Mostly just Charlie's balls, pulled up tight and shaved smooth, his dick shoved into a tight metal tube so he couldn't get hard, and Ian's face, holding back the pleasure he must be feeling as he fucked Charlie's mouth.
Even if she couldn't see much it was still hot. She didn’t touch herself, as much as she wanted to. She kept her legs spread to avoid even the temptation to rub herself that way. She tried not to move in general, mostly because her bottom was still sore from Ian's hand and the wooden chair wasn't comfortable.
There was something about Ian that brought out the dark and wild in both her and Charlie. Things they would never even dream of doing between themselves Ian only had to mention. It has been just a bit of innuendo at the start, half a joke, but she'd ended up bent over Charlie's desk while Charlie was cuffed to his chair begging to touch himself.
That was mild compared to the things they had done since.
"Go ahead and touch yourself, Pet." That was his name for her. They were Pet and Boy.
Amita pressed her hand against her clit and shuttered at that little bit of relief.
"Your wife is sopping wet, Boy, watching me fuck your mouth. It's hard to know which is better. Your mouth or her pussy. Not that I don't plan on fucking both of you every possible way before I'm done."
Amita moaned and Charlie whimpered.
Ian pulled himself from Charlie's mouth. "Come here, Pet." He patted the bed next to him. Amita was glad to sit on something soft. Ian took Charlie by the hair and positioned him between her legs. "I know you can make her cum. You are a very considerate husband that way, but we're going to see how many times you can make her cum. You are going to be there until I say so, so take a deep breath because it might be a while."
She felt Charlie take a deep breath before he began tonguing her clit. Even without Ian he spent a lot of time between her legs. In truth he was not small and it was always better for her if she was swimming in endorphins before he entered her, and he always seemed happy to oblige.
It took less than a minute for the first orgasm to slam into her, she'd been so close. Charlie didn't stop though because Charlie was a good boy. She heard a condom wrapper opening and watched Ian kneel behind Charlie.
Charlie's tongue stopped. "Don't you dare stop, Boy. I want to hear Pet screaming while I fuck you." Ian pushed into Charlie and Charlie sucked at her clit. She fell backwards and caught a glance of the bedside clock. It was eleven in the morning. Only eleven. Ian's flight out wasn't until six in the evening, tomorrow.
The next orgasm hit nearly as hard as the first. She cried out over the slapping of Ian's hips against Charlie ass. Charlie kept going though because he was a good boy and she would lay there as told because she was a good pet.
And in 31 hours they would go back to being Charlie and Amita, happily married, comparatively vanilla sex life that will satisfy them both. But as she felt her third orgasm build a part of her was already making plans for the next time Ian breezed through town.