I Can't Get No Satisfaction: Day Two A
anonymous
April 2 2014, 02:18:56 UTC
A!A Sorry for the long wait, we’re all better and I ought to be back on track now.(And I wrote the first bit here before we were all sick, kinda funny in it's own way.)
Day Two Part A
Nelim supported his head as he drank yet another bottle of water, in fact, Daxen was pretty sure it was the sixth one today. He’d learned his lesson about dehydration the first time he’d gone into season and it wasn’t an experience he wanted to ever repeat. He was tired, nearly drained of energy and they’d only just begun their fun. Nelim had allowed him the rest of the night to play at being in charge and it had been pleasurable but he preferred her direction. Especially when the heat in his blood had burned though all his rationality and if he wasn’t careful, he could injure the both of them with overzealousness. He could grip tight enough to splinter bone, bite deep enough to draw blood or, spirits forbid, hurt her in some unknown way.
His wife enjoyed holding the reins as much as he enjoyed surrendering to her. It was a kink he’d never known he’d had until he’d begun sleeping with Nelim. Daxen had barely scraped by during his stint in the mandatory basic military training that every teenaged turian was subjected to. He’d had a penchant for back-talk, sarcasm and vulgar language that his superiors and unit-mates had tried to beat out of him a number of times but he’d continued to rebel. Until the first time Nelim had given him an order in the bedroom and he’d discovered how much he ached to obey her every word. Spirits, they were still discovering their limits; what she was willing to ask of him and what he was willing to do without question.
Quite a lot, as it had turned out.
Daxen gave a quiet snarl as Nelim took the bottle away and sat it on the nightstand. He couldn’t do more than that because she’d slapped C-Sec cuffs on his wrists that were looped around the headboard the very moment he’d woken up in the morning. He’d had next to no freedom of movement in his upper body after that.
“If you struggle, I’ll tie your feet to the bedposts too.” She’d told him and Daxen had been tempted to see if she actually would.
The recently emptied bottle had soothed his throat and he licked over his mouthplates to get the remains as Nelim traced the yellow lines on his fringe with the tip of one talon. Her hand continued down over his face, coaxing his eyelids to close, tapping the tip of his nose which made his mandibles flicker with something like annoyance before she got to his jaw and gripped it firmly. Daxen opened his eyes, watching her face get closer as she moved to kiss him; her eyes were focused completely on his mouth. He used her distraction to his advantage and gave a sudden forceful tug of his cuffed and tethered hands that made the bedframe screech as it struggled to hold him back.
Talons pinched his waist sharply in warning as Nelim leaned away from him and sat down next to his hip. “What did I tell you earlier?” She asked with feigned exasperation. “Sometimes, I think you want to be punished.”
“No,” Daxen murmured but they both knew it was a blatant lie.
Nelim flashed him a smile and got off the bed. “Do you care what I use?” She asked.
He shook his head; she could use chains if she wanted to and he’d still be happy. She chose a relatively long rope made from multiple soft but durable asari silk cords that were woven around one another. She trailed one end of it along his stomach as she moved toward the foot of their bed. Daxen watched her avidly with his head raised as much as it could be and his neck was starting to hurt from the strain but he worried that if he broke eye contact she’d do something truly surprising.
Nelim hummed in thought for a moment, letting that cord rub back and forth over his waist, taking it steadily lower. She bypassed his dick completely and twirled the rope over the tops of his thighs. It tickled but he didn’t laugh, too busy shifting his eyes between her face and the cord.
“I know I said I’d tie you to the bed but now…” She looked him over with a critical eye. “Now I think something else might be a bit more fun. For me anyway.”
Day Two
Part A
Nelim supported his head as he drank yet another bottle of water, in fact, Daxen was pretty sure it was the sixth one today. He’d learned his lesson about dehydration the first time he’d gone into season and it wasn’t an experience he wanted to ever repeat. He was tired, nearly drained of energy and they’d only just begun their fun. Nelim had allowed him the rest of the night to play at being in charge and it had been pleasurable but he preferred her direction. Especially when the heat in his blood had burned though all his rationality and if he wasn’t careful, he could injure the both of them with overzealousness. He could grip tight enough to splinter bone, bite deep enough to draw blood or, spirits forbid, hurt her in some unknown way.
His wife enjoyed holding the reins as much as he enjoyed surrendering to her. It was a kink he’d never known he’d had until he’d begun sleeping with Nelim. Daxen had barely scraped by during his stint in the mandatory basic military training that every teenaged turian was subjected to. He’d had a penchant for back-talk, sarcasm and vulgar language that his superiors and unit-mates had tried to beat out of him a number of times but he’d continued to rebel. Until the first time Nelim had given him an order in the bedroom and he’d discovered how much he ached to obey her every word. Spirits, they were still discovering their limits; what she was willing to ask of him and what he was willing to do without question.
Quite a lot, as it had turned out.
Daxen gave a quiet snarl as Nelim took the bottle away and sat it on the nightstand. He couldn’t do more than that because she’d slapped C-Sec cuffs on his wrists that were looped around the headboard the very moment he’d woken up in the morning. He’d had next to no freedom of movement in his upper body after that.
“If you struggle, I’ll tie your feet to the bedposts too.” She’d told him and Daxen had been tempted to see if she actually would.
The recently emptied bottle had soothed his throat and he licked over his mouthplates to get the remains as Nelim traced the yellow lines on his fringe with the tip of one talon. Her hand continued down over his face, coaxing his eyelids to close, tapping the tip of his nose which made his mandibles flicker with something like annoyance before she got to his jaw and gripped it firmly. Daxen opened his eyes, watching her face get closer as she moved to kiss him; her eyes were focused completely on his mouth. He used her distraction to his advantage and gave a sudden forceful tug of his cuffed and tethered hands that made the bedframe screech as it struggled to hold him back.
Talons pinched his waist sharply in warning as Nelim leaned away from him and sat down next to his hip. “What did I tell you earlier?” She asked with feigned exasperation. “Sometimes, I think you want to be punished.”
“No,” Daxen murmured but they both knew it was a blatant lie.
Nelim flashed him a smile and got off the bed. “Do you care what I use?” She asked.
He shook his head; she could use chains if she wanted to and he’d still be happy. She chose a relatively long rope made from multiple soft but durable asari silk cords that were woven around one another. She trailed one end of it along his stomach as she moved toward the foot of their bed. Daxen watched her avidly with his head raised as much as it could be and his neck was starting to hurt from the strain but he worried that if he broke eye contact she’d do something truly surprising.
Nelim hummed in thought for a moment, letting that cord rub back and forth over his waist, taking it steadily lower. She bypassed his dick completely and twirled the rope over the tops of his thighs. It tickled but he didn’t laugh, too busy shifting his eyes between her face and the cord.
“I know I said I’d tie you to the bed but now…” She looked him over with a critical eye. “Now I think something else might be a bit more fun. For me anyway.”
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