Bones: Escapades (5/8)
Title: Escapades (5/8)
Pairing: Booth/Brennan
Spoilers: Death In The Saddle
Rating: NC-17
Summary: You had a pony play sex dream?
Word count: 2,552
Prompts: pony play, bridle, reins
A/N: Totally inspired by this video
Huge thanks to crearealidad for the support while writing this and the wonderful beta-reading.
Chapter 5: Giddy Up, Booth!
“Giddy up, Booth!” she said, as she swung the whip with a whoosh, making contact with his skin. He felt a tingle of pain and excitment as it hit his bare bottom.
The rooms in the Embassadora were large, spacious; he would never have guessed how conservative and Victorian-styled they were on the inside. Also, he would’ve never, not even in a thousand years, pictured himself with Brennan in a room like this in such a beautiful place, which they had booked for the weekend. He didn’t think he was ready to go outside and mingle with the other ponies just yet.
Booth might’ve have laughed if someone had told him he’d be dressed up like this in broad daylight.
As his groomer, she was attentive and very patient, he would never have guessed that either. Booth looked up at her, from the high-heeled leather boots to the lacy black garter belt and matching panties and corset. Someone should tell her she looked dangerously sexy in red and black and that she might give him a heart attack at anytime within the next hours. He wanted to moan, but the bit gag in his mouth didn’t allow a sound much louder than a sigh.
It was then that she noticed the belt she was wearing; he thought it was familiar but only then did he realized it was his cocky belt buckle, loosily hanging on her waist.
“Come on here, now. Good pony!” she said in a soft voice, pulling him by the reins. He followed her like an obedient puppy, craving for some petting and was rewarded as she patted him on the top of his head, smiling at him.
He then realized he was completly naked, aside from the bridle, reins and bit gag. His could already feel his cock hardening in anticipation, when he looked into her eyes and saw the mischievous glare there; Brennan looked wonderful and the role of a dominatrix suited her perfectly, he thought. The thick line of eyeliner around her eyes gave her an evil edge, as if she were a sexy villain from a soft porn movie; the dark color of her lipstick and wavy hair framing her beautiful face made her skin look even paler and flawless. In fact, she reminded him of an old graphic novel he once read, as a young boy, whose images have never left his mind, where the heroine was a brunette cowgirl whose outfit reminded him very much of her dominatrix-like one.
“You know, you are a very good pony. Very obedient and docile...” she said, walking around him, gazing down at his body while he stood still, not even turning to meet her gaze, the sound of her heels clicking hazardously on the wooden floor. “I really like it and I think you deserve a prezzie for your good behaviour.”
With that she slowly undid the front hooks of her corset from up to down, staring at him. His gaze didn’t seem to be able to leave her hands and she watched as his cock twitched when her nipples peeked through the opened corset; soon she was free of the garment and threw it aside, standing now only in her panties, boots and garter-belt in front of him. He noticed her hard nipples and the soft moan that left her mouth, giving out how aroused she was by this little game they were playing. Booth felt himself getting hard - eough for her to notice.
“Do you like what you see? Well, I think you deserve some kind of reward for being such a nice pony. Come here, Booth, you can touch my breasts but only with your mouth; you’re not allowed to touch anything else.”
He obediently walked closer and leaned, letting her remove the bit gag and he wasted no time before moving in to suck her nipples, eagerly, making slurping sounds as he did so. He had, so far, his hands behind his back but they seemed to move to her waist of their own will. As soon as he touched her, she smacked his butt with the whip. He jerked away from her.
“No touching. I told you not to touch me, you bad, bad pony. Now you deserve some punishment.”
She walked around him like a principal about to ground a school boy, her nipple still glistening from his attentions.
“On your knees. Now.”
He followed immediately and watched her from the corner of his eye as she stood achingly close to him.
“You know, you could have everything you want if you just abide by my rules, Booth,” she said, her belly inches away from his face. “Because of your misbehaviour, I have to bind your hands for you to learn a lesson. Put your hands, together, in front of me.”
He did as he was told at once, allowing her to tie his wrists with a rope. She knew it was too tight and hurting him a bit, but that was part of her punishment.
“Now, Booth, I want you to think about your behaviour. You must obey me, or I’ll seriously punish you. Consider this a first warning.”
She stepped closer to him.
“Oh, I hate to tie you, stallion, but you must learn that you have to obey your groomer,” she said, grabbing the hairs at the back of his head with both hands and making him look up at her. She leaned against him, letting his chin touch against her belly as she pushed his head against her, rubbing his stubble to her skin.
“If necessary, I’ll make use not only of the whip, but of the nipple clamps I have in the closet. Can you imagine how they’d feel on your nipples, squeezing them tight? Or maybe we can get a walk outside, me leading you by the reins, to show anyone who’s the boss around here? Or would you prefer a leash? Hmm?”
Booth muffled a moan at her words. She sounded so serious that it made him seriously consider that possibility and he shuddered lightly. She seemed to notice his reaction.
He could smell her arousal and that made him achingly hard, “But I’m a nice groomer” she continued “and I’m willing to give you another chance. Are you going to be a nice little pony from now on? Or should I get my whip to make my point?”
Booth nodded silently, trying his best not to touch her again once she let go of him. She smelled nearly edible and the sight of her flat belly and his belt buckle around her thin waist, hard nipples just within his mouth reach were driving him insane.
“Good pony. Now, you deserve some reward. Hmm, I don’t have any sugarcubes, how can I praise you...” she tapped her fingers on her chin, thinking. He stole a glance at her, adoringly. She was so good at this.
He watched her fingers as she slid them down her belly-button and past her panties. She rubbed it on her folds and into her opening, moaning lightly at the touch of her hand for a second before removing it, holding her fingers coated in her juices in front of him. Booth eagerly sucked them into his mouth, tasting her and groaning his appreciation. Her other hand moved to his head and she started caressing his hair, nails scraping at his scalp. Soon his mouth left her fingers and moved to her wrists, kissing a wet path up her arm until he found her nipples again. She looked down at him and nodded, allowing him to go further in his kissing and he circled his tongue around her, making her let out a strained whimper.
“Oh, that’s so good... you’re so good...”
He continued lapping and sucking at her, softly biting her when she felt her hands patting his shoulders.
“Up, up.”
Booth was confused for a moment, looking at her questioningly.
“Come on, Booth. Giddy up, stand up.”
Once again he obeyed her and stood, watching her as she smiled wickedly.
“Since you’re such a good pony and so good at pleasing your groomer, you deserve to be well-treated. Afterall, you’re my breeding stallion...” she said, getting on her knees now. She held both his hips and caressed his sides, kneading him “and, oh, you have such a huge cock! Are you this hard just for me?”
She held the base of his cock, caressing it steadily but gently, her other hand moving to touch his balls, testing their weight. Booth moaned loudly, buckling against her.
“Now, if you can just stand still, I’ll take you for a ride soon, Booth. Would you like me to ride you? Hmm?”
He let out a grunt as she rubbed him faster, and nodded in agreement.
“Ok, then. Now I’m gonna suck your huge cock and you need to try not to come in my mouth while I do it, otherwise we can’t go for our ride.”
She touched his slit with the tip of her tongue and he jerked, trying his best to stand still and silent. She moaned in appreciation.
“You taste so good. I’ve always wanted to suck you with my mouth and feel you coming, hot and sticky on my tongue” she said, her breath brushing his cock. She continued pumping at him while she spoke and then she ran her tongue up and down his length. With that, she pulled him fully into her mouth, sucking him greedily. Booth had to try his best not to buckle against her or even keep his strained hands still and away from her silky hair. He looked down at her, eyes closed as she seemed to really enjoy sucking at him. Booth grunted, trying his best to stay still and silent, but failling miserably.
She let him out of her mouth with a loud pop and looked up at him, smiling.
“Now I want to ride my little pony. Come on, lie down.”
He eagerly obeyed and laid on the carpet, waiting for her. She took a moment to look at him, his cock glistening from her ministrations and his eager eyes nearly burning her skin with desire. But then she clicked her tongue, in annoyance.
“Do you really think I should scrape my knees on that rough and cheap carpet? No. Lie on the bed, stallion.”
Booth moved from the floor to the bed within few seconds and laid down, leaning against the head of the bed in a sitting position. He still had his hands tied in front of him and laid them gently on his lap, waiting for her. Brennan smiled and played with the whip for a moment, fisting it slightly as she looked at him.
There were two set of huge mirrors in the room; one on the wall behind the bed, upon which Booth was leaning against and another one right in front of the bed, behind Brennan. The mirrors were placed in a way that is was possible for him to see her from behind and himself, gazing down at her.
She paraded around the room, clicking the heels on the floor, as he waited for her, expectantly and achingly hard.
In a slow sway of her hips, she slid down her panties, leaving the garter and belt on, along with her boots and she walked towards the bed, holding her stare to his. Without breaking the eye contact, she climbed on the bed, crawling to him and reached out to the nightstand, taking a white cowboy hat that was laying forgotten there and placing it carefully on the top of her head, as she straddled his hips.
Booth felt his pulse fastening and tensed; he had to try his best not to come at the mere sight of her and the whole scene she was playing for him. The smoothness of the leather from her boots brushed against his skin and the heat from her core irradiated from her, making him ache to touch her. He wouldn’t dare saying a word, though.
“Would you like me to untie your hands now?” she asked, surprisingly sweet. He just nodded his response.
With a wicked smile, she held his wrists in her hands and lowered her head, untying the knot with her teeth. Booth would never know how she did that or where she learned how to do it, but she was incredibly sexy and this time he couldn’t hold back a moan and a utterance.
“Oh, Bones...”
With an elegant gesture, she threw the rope aside, rose up and hovered above him for a moment before holding his cock and guiding him into her. She groaned loudly and he bit his lips and closed his eyes tight to refrain from moaning at the sensation of her slippery and wet around him.
“Giddy up, Booth,” she commanded, clicking her tongue. Booth thrust is hips up, meeting hers, as she started moving atop him, slowly at first and speeding up as she felt her arousal increasing.
He watched her through heavy eyelids, smitten by the movement of her breasts as she sped up her pace; he felt his hand clenching around the sheets, attempting to avoid touching her and closed his eyes, reveling in the sensation of her tightening against him. To his surprise, she took hold of both his hands and placed them on her body, on her hips, encouraging him to grasp her. He complied, noticing the slight curve of her lips as she smiled, her eyes a few shades darker than the usual, as she looked down at him.
“Come on, stallion, fuck me harder,” she said, supporting her weight on on her hands, which she placed on his chest, riding him faster and harder. Booth closed his eyes shut, grabbing her hips tighter and allowing one hand to sneak up to her breast, cupping at it. As she moaned in response, he started pinching her nipples.
“Yes...” she hissed “I’m so close now!”
He tried not to come, but the tightening of her inner walls around him was getting impossible to stop the orgasm from bulding in him and he came in long shots inside her, grunting.
Booth woke up in a jolt, sitting up straight on his bed. He felt his pulse racing and the sweat damping his skin; he then realized it was all a dream, although the images in his mind were so vivid and clear.
“Shit!” he said, as he realized he had come in his pants. He threw himself back onto the bed again, trying to calm his breathing. He had another dream with her. Once again he was waking up to find himself sticky in his pants because of her.
He closed his eyes, feeling ashamed; not only for the situation he had just woken up to, but for the dirty, dirty dream he had with his partner and the awareness that she would mock him merciless if he ever told her that.
He wondered what Dr. Sweets would say about it. No way in hell he would tell him about this. And no way in hell he’d be able to look at her the next day and not picture her in a cowboy hat.
It would be a long, long day for him.
END
Pairing: Booth/Brennan
Spoilers: Death In The Saddle
Rating: NC-17
Summary: You had a pony play sex dream?
Word count: 2,552
Prompts: pony play, bridle, reins
A/N: Totally inspired by this video
Huge thanks to crearealidad for the support while writing this and the wonderful beta-reading.
Chapter 5: Giddy Up, Booth!
“Giddy up, Booth!” she said, as she swung the whip with a whoosh, making contact with his skin. He felt a tingle of pain and excitment as it hit his bare bottom.
The rooms in the Embassadora were large, spacious; he would never have guessed how conservative and Victorian-styled they were on the inside. Also, he would’ve never, not even in a thousand years, pictured himself with Brennan in a room like this in such a beautiful place, which they had booked for the weekend. He didn’t think he was ready to go outside and mingle with the other ponies just yet.
Booth might’ve have laughed if someone had told him he’d be dressed up like this in broad daylight.
As his groomer, she was attentive and very patient, he would never have guessed that either. Booth looked up at her, from the high-heeled leather boots to the lacy black garter belt and matching panties and corset. Someone should tell her she looked dangerously sexy in red and black and that she might give him a heart attack at anytime within the next hours. He wanted to moan, but the bit gag in his mouth didn’t allow a sound much louder than a sigh.
It was then that she noticed the belt she was wearing; he thought it was familiar but only then did he realized it was his cocky belt buckle, loosily hanging on her waist.
“Come on here, now. Good pony!” she said in a soft voice, pulling him by the reins. He followed her like an obedient puppy, craving for some petting and was rewarded as she patted him on the top of his head, smiling at him.
He then realized he was completly naked, aside from the bridle, reins and bit gag. His could already feel his cock hardening in anticipation, when he looked into her eyes and saw the mischievous glare there; Brennan looked wonderful and the role of a dominatrix suited her perfectly, he thought. The thick line of eyeliner around her eyes gave her an evil edge, as if she were a sexy villain from a soft porn movie; the dark color of her lipstick and wavy hair framing her beautiful face made her skin look even paler and flawless. In fact, she reminded him of an old graphic novel he once read, as a young boy, whose images have never left his mind, where the heroine was a brunette cowgirl whose outfit reminded him very much of her dominatrix-like one.
“You know, you are a very good pony. Very obedient and docile...” she said, walking around him, gazing down at his body while he stood still, not even turning to meet her gaze, the sound of her heels clicking hazardously on the wooden floor. “I really like it and I think you deserve a prezzie for your good behaviour.”
With that she slowly undid the front hooks of her corset from up to down, staring at him. His gaze didn’t seem to be able to leave her hands and she watched as his cock twitched when her nipples peeked through the opened corset; soon she was free of the garment and threw it aside, standing now only in her panties, boots and garter-belt in front of him. He noticed her hard nipples and the soft moan that left her mouth, giving out how aroused she was by this little game they were playing. Booth felt himself getting hard - eough for her to notice.
“Do you like what you see? Well, I think you deserve some kind of reward for being such a nice pony. Come here, Booth, you can touch my breasts but only with your mouth; you’re not allowed to touch anything else.”
He obediently walked closer and leaned, letting her remove the bit gag and he wasted no time before moving in to suck her nipples, eagerly, making slurping sounds as he did so. He had, so far, his hands behind his back but they seemed to move to her waist of their own will. As soon as he touched her, she smacked his butt with the whip. He jerked away from her.
“No touching. I told you not to touch me, you bad, bad pony. Now you deserve some punishment.”
She walked around him like a principal about to ground a school boy, her nipple still glistening from his attentions.
“On your knees. Now.”
He followed immediately and watched her from the corner of his eye as she stood achingly close to him.
“You know, you could have everything you want if you just abide by my rules, Booth,” she said, her belly inches away from his face. “Because of your misbehaviour, I have to bind your hands for you to learn a lesson. Put your hands, together, in front of me.”
He did as he was told at once, allowing her to tie his wrists with a rope. She knew it was too tight and hurting him a bit, but that was part of her punishment.
“Now, Booth, I want you to think about your behaviour. You must obey me, or I’ll seriously punish you. Consider this a first warning.”
She stepped closer to him.
“Oh, I hate to tie you, stallion, but you must learn that you have to obey your groomer,” she said, grabbing the hairs at the back of his head with both hands and making him look up at her. She leaned against him, letting his chin touch against her belly as she pushed his head against her, rubbing his stubble to her skin.
“If necessary, I’ll make use not only of the whip, but of the nipple clamps I have in the closet. Can you imagine how they’d feel on your nipples, squeezing them tight? Or maybe we can get a walk outside, me leading you by the reins, to show anyone who’s the boss around here? Or would you prefer a leash? Hmm?”
Booth muffled a moan at her words. She sounded so serious that it made him seriously consider that possibility and he shuddered lightly. She seemed to notice his reaction.
He could smell her arousal and that made him achingly hard, “But I’m a nice groomer” she continued “and I’m willing to give you another chance. Are you going to be a nice little pony from now on? Or should I get my whip to make my point?”
Booth nodded silently, trying his best not to touch her again once she let go of him. She smelled nearly edible and the sight of her flat belly and his belt buckle around her thin waist, hard nipples just within his mouth reach were driving him insane.
“Good pony. Now, you deserve some reward. Hmm, I don’t have any sugarcubes, how can I praise you...” she tapped her fingers on her chin, thinking. He stole a glance at her, adoringly. She was so good at this.
He watched her fingers as she slid them down her belly-button and past her panties. She rubbed it on her folds and into her opening, moaning lightly at the touch of her hand for a second before removing it, holding her fingers coated in her juices in front of him. Booth eagerly sucked them into his mouth, tasting her and groaning his appreciation. Her other hand moved to his head and she started caressing his hair, nails scraping at his scalp. Soon his mouth left her fingers and moved to her wrists, kissing a wet path up her arm until he found her nipples again. She looked down at him and nodded, allowing him to go further in his kissing and he circled his tongue around her, making her let out a strained whimper.
“Oh, that’s so good... you’re so good...”
He continued lapping and sucking at her, softly biting her when she felt her hands patting his shoulders.
“Up, up.”
Booth was confused for a moment, looking at her questioningly.
“Come on, Booth. Giddy up, stand up.”
Once again he obeyed her and stood, watching her as she smiled wickedly.
“Since you’re such a good pony and so good at pleasing your groomer, you deserve to be well-treated. Afterall, you’re my breeding stallion...” she said, getting on her knees now. She held both his hips and caressed his sides, kneading him “and, oh, you have such a huge cock! Are you this hard just for me?”
She held the base of his cock, caressing it steadily but gently, her other hand moving to touch his balls, testing their weight. Booth moaned loudly, buckling against her.
“Now, if you can just stand still, I’ll take you for a ride soon, Booth. Would you like me to ride you? Hmm?”
He let out a grunt as she rubbed him faster, and nodded in agreement.
“Ok, then. Now I’m gonna suck your huge cock and you need to try not to come in my mouth while I do it, otherwise we can’t go for our ride.”
She touched his slit with the tip of her tongue and he jerked, trying his best to stand still and silent. She moaned in appreciation.
“You taste so good. I’ve always wanted to suck you with my mouth and feel you coming, hot and sticky on my tongue” she said, her breath brushing his cock. She continued pumping at him while she spoke and then she ran her tongue up and down his length. With that, she pulled him fully into her mouth, sucking him greedily. Booth had to try his best not to buckle against her or even keep his strained hands still and away from her silky hair. He looked down at her, eyes closed as she seemed to really enjoy sucking at him. Booth grunted, trying his best to stay still and silent, but failling miserably.
She let him out of her mouth with a loud pop and looked up at him, smiling.
“Now I want to ride my little pony. Come on, lie down.”
He eagerly obeyed and laid on the carpet, waiting for her. She took a moment to look at him, his cock glistening from her ministrations and his eager eyes nearly burning her skin with desire. But then she clicked her tongue, in annoyance.
“Do you really think I should scrape my knees on that rough and cheap carpet? No. Lie on the bed, stallion.”
Booth moved from the floor to the bed within few seconds and laid down, leaning against the head of the bed in a sitting position. He still had his hands tied in front of him and laid them gently on his lap, waiting for her. Brennan smiled and played with the whip for a moment, fisting it slightly as she looked at him.
There were two set of huge mirrors in the room; one on the wall behind the bed, upon which Booth was leaning against and another one right in front of the bed, behind Brennan. The mirrors were placed in a way that is was possible for him to see her from behind and himself, gazing down at her.
She paraded around the room, clicking the heels on the floor, as he waited for her, expectantly and achingly hard.
In a slow sway of her hips, she slid down her panties, leaving the garter and belt on, along with her boots and she walked towards the bed, holding her stare to his. Without breaking the eye contact, she climbed on the bed, crawling to him and reached out to the nightstand, taking a white cowboy hat that was laying forgotten there and placing it carefully on the top of her head, as she straddled his hips.
Booth felt his pulse fastening and tensed; he had to try his best not to come at the mere sight of her and the whole scene she was playing for him. The smoothness of the leather from her boots brushed against his skin and the heat from her core irradiated from her, making him ache to touch her. He wouldn’t dare saying a word, though.
“Would you like me to untie your hands now?” she asked, surprisingly sweet. He just nodded his response.
With a wicked smile, she held his wrists in her hands and lowered her head, untying the knot with her teeth. Booth would never know how she did that or where she learned how to do it, but she was incredibly sexy and this time he couldn’t hold back a moan and a utterance.
“Oh, Bones...”
With an elegant gesture, she threw the rope aside, rose up and hovered above him for a moment before holding his cock and guiding him into her. She groaned loudly and he bit his lips and closed his eyes tight to refrain from moaning at the sensation of her slippery and wet around him.
“Giddy up, Booth,” she commanded, clicking her tongue. Booth thrust is hips up, meeting hers, as she started moving atop him, slowly at first and speeding up as she felt her arousal increasing.
He watched her through heavy eyelids, smitten by the movement of her breasts as she sped up her pace; he felt his hand clenching around the sheets, attempting to avoid touching her and closed his eyes, reveling in the sensation of her tightening against him. To his surprise, she took hold of both his hands and placed them on her body, on her hips, encouraging him to grasp her. He complied, noticing the slight curve of her lips as she smiled, her eyes a few shades darker than the usual, as she looked down at him.
“Come on, stallion, fuck me harder,” she said, supporting her weight on on her hands, which she placed on his chest, riding him faster and harder. Booth closed his eyes shut, grabbing her hips tighter and allowing one hand to sneak up to her breast, cupping at it. As she moaned in response, he started pinching her nipples.
“Yes...” she hissed “I’m so close now!”
He tried not to come, but the tightening of her inner walls around him was getting impossible to stop the orgasm from bulding in him and he came in long shots inside her, grunting.
Booth woke up in a jolt, sitting up straight on his bed. He felt his pulse racing and the sweat damping his skin; he then realized it was all a dream, although the images in his mind were so vivid and clear.
“Shit!” he said, as he realized he had come in his pants. He threw himself back onto the bed again, trying to calm his breathing. He had another dream with her. Once again he was waking up to find himself sticky in his pants because of her.
He closed his eyes, feeling ashamed; not only for the situation he had just woken up to, but for the dirty, dirty dream he had with his partner and the awareness that she would mock him merciless if he ever told her that.
He wondered what Dr. Sweets would say about it. No way in hell he would tell him about this. And no way in hell he’d be able to look at her the next day and not picture her in a cowboy hat.
It would be a long, long day for him.
END