Calculated Silences 3/3animagiblenderJune 3 2011, 01:30:14 UTC
After a few repetitions, she finally had the desired result. A horrible way to pursue science, really, repeating an experiment until you got the desired result. It certainly seemed to work, though. Cave Johnson was now completely incoherent, sweating and panting, making tiny noises in the back of his throat as his feet scrambled to gain purchase on the bed to thrust up into Caroline’s mouth. She’d teased him mercilessly, bringing him to the edge again and again, ignoring the persistent ache in her jaw, and then stopping to languorously kiss him, or run her fingers over every part of his body except for the one he wanted her to touch the most, or just shamelessly grind herself against his leg.
“Do you want me to let you come?” Caroline asked him finally.
Cave responded less than elegantly by panting breathlessly and making a few grunts before nodding.
As overjoyed as she was to have made him completely silent, Caroline had to insist, “You’ll have to ask nicely.”
Cave licked his lips before hoarsely saying, “Please, let me come, ma’am.”
Succinct, brief, utterly to the point. Caroline briefly congratulated herself for having fucked sense into her boss, before hitching up her slip, and sinking down onto Cave’s cock. Cave let out a prolonged hissing noise as Caroline held herself in place momentarily, shuddering at the feel of Cave deep within her. She kissed Cave on the forehead quickly, before beginning to fuck herself on his cock, finding a rhythm quickly. He wouldn’t last long; she’d made damn sure of that. No, after all that teasing, what they both needed was a quick, breathless fucked.
Soon Cave was meeting her, thrust for thrust, pulling against his hand restraints, and he really was going to have marks on his hands tomorrow, which would be a fun reminder, of course, but she did hate it when he hurt himself like that.
It was a bit hard to worry about his well-being as he managed to fuck her senseless, however. She realized she’d been holding her breathe, and stopped, letting a moan escape from the back of her throat.
She came quickly after that, only dimly aware of Cave following her into ecstasy. It was always amazing to her that he was quiet when he came, saying nothing, mute except for the low, pleased guttural noises that he made, the sounds that went deep into bones. He thrust up into her weakly a couple of more times, before he made a pleased sound and went still, boneless from enjoyment.
She rolled off him and removed Cave from the restraints in one smooth move before curling up beside him, quite exhaustive. He never realized it, but she always ended up doing all the work. Even now, as he threaded his fingers through her hair, ran a hand down her spine, pressed his face into the curve of her neck, desperate for the touch she’d withheld from him all night, even now she was still thinking, calculating, waiting. Even as she shivered and moaned, her skin still hypersensitive, she still was running things over in her mind, waiting for her result.
In the end, it was 20 minutes. 20 minutes where he did nothing but touch her. She had kept him silent for 20 minutes. A new personal best. A triumph, really.
But after 20 minutes, he had to say something, really. It wasn’t in his nature to be silent.
“Goddamn, but that was good,” he huffed, pulling Caroline closer to him, “Erm…wait…are we still doing that thing where you boss me around?”
Re: Calculated Silences 3/3animagiblenderJune 3 2011, 14:19:04 UTC
OP here - and this is SPECTACULAR. I have this habit of checking in here before I go to work, and you've just my my day SO MUCH SEXIER. Oh man, I'm not going to be able to think about anything else at all today~
I love the Aperture Science Pleasure Restraints (now non-exploding and non-carcinogenic!) just so much, too. I... I may have to draw some of this.
“Do you want me to let you come?” Caroline asked him finally.
Cave responded less than elegantly by panting breathlessly and making a few grunts before nodding.
As overjoyed as she was to have made him completely silent, Caroline had to insist, “You’ll have to ask nicely.”
Cave licked his lips before hoarsely saying, “Please, let me come, ma’am.”
Succinct, brief, utterly to the point. Caroline briefly congratulated herself for having fucked sense into her boss, before hitching up her slip, and sinking down onto Cave’s cock. Cave let out a prolonged hissing noise as Caroline held herself in place momentarily, shuddering at the feel of Cave deep within her. She kissed Cave on the forehead quickly, before beginning to fuck herself on his cock, finding a rhythm quickly. He wouldn’t last long; she’d made damn sure of that. No, after all that teasing, what they both needed was a quick, breathless fucked.
Soon Cave was meeting her, thrust for thrust, pulling against his hand restraints, and he really was going to have marks on his hands tomorrow, which would be a fun reminder, of course, but she did hate it when he hurt himself like that.
It was a bit hard to worry about his well-being as he managed to fuck her senseless, however. She realized she’d been holding her breathe, and stopped, letting a moan escape from the back of her throat.
She came quickly after that, only dimly aware of Cave following her into ecstasy. It was always amazing to her that he was quiet when he came, saying nothing, mute except for the low, pleased guttural noises that he made, the sounds that went deep into bones. He thrust up into her weakly a couple of more times, before he made a pleased sound and went still, boneless from enjoyment.
She rolled off him and removed Cave from the restraints in one smooth move before curling up beside him, quite exhaustive. He never realized it, but she always ended up doing all the work. Even now, as he threaded his fingers through her hair, ran a hand down her spine, pressed his face into the curve of her neck, desperate for the touch she’d withheld from him all night, even now she was still thinking, calculating, waiting. Even as she shivered and moaned, her skin still hypersensitive, she still was running things over in her mind, waiting for her result.
In the end, it was 20 minutes. 20 minutes where he did nothing but touch her. She had kept him silent for 20 minutes. A new personal best. A triumph, really.
But after 20 minutes, he had to say something, really. It wasn’t in his nature to be silent.
“Goddamn, but that was good,” he huffed, pulling Caroline closer to him, “Erm…wait…are we still doing that thing where you boss me around?”
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I love the Aperture Science Pleasure Restraints (now non-exploding and non-carcinogenic!) just so much, too. I... I may have to draw some of this.
Also, "Caro-ma'am" XD
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