8 - upwards to infinity
Welcome to our eighth prompt post.
As ususal, here are a few things to keep in mind:
1) All fills for prompts of the earlier prompt posts go in the post the prompt was posted in. No re-posting or splitting up prompts and fills.
2) Self-prompt when you post unprompted fic. (This means posting what the fill is about in a first comment, like a real ( Read more... )
As ususal, here are a few things to keep in mind:
1) All fills for prompts of the earlier prompt posts go in the post the prompt was posted in. No re-posting or splitting up prompts and fills.
2) Self-prompt when you post unprompted fic. (This means posting what the fill is about in a first comment, like a real ( Read more... )
The letter came in a plain envelope, and he stared at it for some time before he realised just why Caroline was inviting him to come over to her house at 9 PM.
He had to sit down. Had to fight to control his nerves, his anticipation. She had to have decided to do it. Had to. Why else the formal invitation?
Fuck, he was actually going to have his fantasy fulfilled.
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She was waiting for him when he used his own keys to get in. Sitting on the sofa, casually watching the news.
"Hello," he said, hesitantly and quiet. He'd given her a rough outline, but he hadn't entirely expected her to fill in the blanks like this. He'd expected her to want another talk about the details, but this was even better.
"Hello, Ed." Her voice was a bit lower, a bit rougher than normal. She stood up, and turned to face him.
He moved closer, taking in her appearance. He had seen her in suits before, obviously, but this wasn't a suit tailored for women, with a waist that was taken in and a shirt that cut low, but not too low. This was a man's suit, dark grey with pin stripes, and her crisp white shirt, which didn't show the usual curve of her breasts, was buttoned up to her neck. He assumed so anyway, as the buttons were covered by - what else - a dark green tie. "Uhm."
She shifted on her feet, and he noticed the well-polished men's dress shoes she was wearing. "Is it - is it what you wanted?" she asked, looking worried.
He nodded quickly, his mouth feeling a little dry. "Yes," he managed. "Yes."
She smiled. "Good."
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She smiled. "Certainly."
He opened the buttons, and gulped as the pin-striped waistcoat was revealed to his eyes. "Oh God," he muttered, feeling himself turn red.
"No wonder you went into politics if you have a suitkink," she told him, smirking firmly.
His cheeks grew hotter. "It's not like that!" God, he really didn't get off to watching his colleagues in their suit. Well. Maybe. Sometimes, when one of the women wore a particularly nice suit.
She raised an eyebrow at him. "Really?"
"You look wonderful," he said. "I mean it. Gorgeous. Handsome?" he tried, when he noticed she wasn't looking very impressed. "I only have eyes for you."
"You'd better," she replied. "Now, Mr. Miliband, as for the rest of your fantasy, I think we should adjourn to the bedroom."
He had never been happier to let Caroline drag him around by his own tie.
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"Not really," she replied, pushing him down so he sat on the bed. She knelt down to take off his shoes and socks, then leaned forward to undo his belt and open his trousers. "Looking forward to it?" She smiled as her hand went over his underwear, over the growing bulge.
He moaned a little. "Yes, of course I am!" He lifted his hips so she could tug off his remaining clothes, leaving him entirely naked.
She was still clothed, of course. "Good," she said, straddling him. "Wouldn't want you to change your mind."
Why on Earth would he change his mind? Caroline was here, wearing a gorgeous three-piece suit, letting him touch her, touch the suit. "Never," he whispered.
She pushed at him again, forcing him to lie on his back. "I'm glad you asked. Now, remember how I said I'd have a counter-request for you?"
He whimpered. She wanted to discuss that now? "Yes?"
"I've been thinking about this for a while now," she said, idly tracing patterns over his chest with her fingers. "And when you explained what you wanted, I thought you might be into it."
"Oh?"
Her hand took his, leading it down her suit, over the black leather belt, further down and - "Do you feel that?" she asked.
He stared at her, dumbstruck for a moment. "Is that..."
"A strap-on? Yes," she told him. "And if you don't want to, that's fine and I'll take it off. I just thought - hoped that since you wanted me to dress up as a man, you might want this as well."
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I love that even in the middle of his biggest sexual fantasy, Ed's concerned about the binding hurting Caroline.
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