Wicked Naughty Things (Rachel/Billy, 2006, Glasgow)
Title: Wicked Naughty Things
Authors: unstealthy and msilverstar
Pairing: Rachel Weisz/Billy Boyd
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Completely untrue, absolute fiction.
Summary: Bondage, submission, spanking, cropping, photography, sex, and love. For all fics in this universe in chronological order, please see the Push-Pull-Push Master List.
It's nice to be back in her homeland. Rachel enjoys the process of film-making, but doesn't enjoy being away from home for too long, and she's due back in the States for another shoot in the near future. Billy's so busy too. After dealing with business in London, Rachel travels up to Glasgow, wanting to be near him and share his life for a while. And he's very obliging, taking a couple of days off especially to spend with her, one of which they've decided will be spent in bed.
Waking up and knowing there's nothing but food, drink and sex in the day ahead is the best feeling in the world, Rachel decides. She slips out of bed before Billy's awake and makes them both a mug of tea, bringing them back to the bedroom in time to find that Billy's awoken while she was gone and is lying there smiling sleepily at her.
"Hello," she says, handing him his tea and climbing in beside him.
Billy scoots so he's sitting up, pillows cushioning his back from his new wrought iron headboard. "Ta love," he says, balancing the tea and bringing Rachel's face close for a kiss, "missed you, these last weeks." He bought the bed frame with Rachel in mind, imagining all the ways he could tie her to the sturdy curlicues of the head and foot boards, even the sides, but he starts with the innocuous question, "Is the new mattress all right? Too soft or too firm?"
"Such a gentleman," Rachel laughs. "I think we gave the mattress a thorough testing out last night, don't you?"
"The mattress, yes," Billy says, waggling his eyebrows and nodding at the headboard, "but I have some different testing in mind." He sips his tea and tries not to smirk at Rachel.
The tea is good, waking Rachel's brain and body. "Would you like to tell me about it, or show me?" She puts on her best wide-eyed pleading face, smiling at Billy and hoping to melt him just a little.
What a gorgeous face she has: Billy only resists because he knows they both like it better when he does. "Drink up, darling," he says, "and then I'll show you." He wonders what Rachel will imagine, and how to winkle it out of her, so he can make it come true. Of course, he does have some ideas of his own. "Does that robe wrinkle or stain badly?" he asks innocently, teasing her with anticipation,
"The robe? Um, probably, it's silk." Rachel smiles and frowns, wondering what Billy's getting at.
"Take it off, when you're done with your tea," Billy says, a little sternly. He can tell when Rachel understands him by the hitch in her breath, the little flush in her cheeks. God, she's sexy.
Not wanting to wait to find out what's on Billy's mind, Rachel gulps the rest of her tea and then hops out of bed, shrugging off the robe and then standing there naked under Billy's gaze. Her nipples harden as he looks at her, and she shivers, wondering what's in store.
Billy looks her up and down, and smiles at her lovely body and her lovely obedience. "Much too pretty to cover up: you'll be naked all day," he tells her, and watches her reactions. "Beyond that, tell me something you'd like to do today." Rachel is so submissive that he has a bit of a job finding out what she wants the most. He'll give her every opportunity to tell him, between orgasms.
"I just want to please you," Rachel says, honestly. She knows that Billy puts her pleasure first and foremost, and so she's always anxious to know whether she's pleasing him in return.
"Oh what a shame," Billy says. "You disobeyed my command. You'll have to be punished." By the time he's finished, his voice is a growl, reflecting how much he's looking forward to this.
"I did?" Rachel's aware that she didn't answer the question specifically, but what she said was the truth: it's what she wants from today, to please Billy. "Sorry, Sir." Her eyes drop to the floor, contrite, but Billy's tone excites her.
Bloody gorgeous. "By the time I'm done, you will answer that question," Billy tells her, "I shan't stop until you do." He stands up and looks at her, naked and blushing rosy-pink for him, and can't keep his hands off her, pulling her close for a kiss.
Rachel hums her assent into the kiss, sliding her hands round him and kissing him back, eagerly. Billy's cock twitches and moves against her hip and she rubs against it, a small part of her wishing they could just have slow, gentle sex all morning. But she knows that wouldn't satisfy the deepest part of her; she needs this roleplay, the obedience, being guided and directed. And she loves the pain he inflicts on her.
Stroking Rachel all over is a delight Billy never gets tired of. Her skin is smooth and silky, her curves perfect, and the way her body moves under into his touch fills him with pleasure. It's as though she's made for his hands, meant to be cupped and soothed and tweaked and pinched by him. "Love you, naughty girl," he murmurs against her skin.
"I'm yours, love you too," Rachel answers.
'Mine, hmmm," and isn't that a lovely thing. Billy runs his fingers along Rachel's belly, just hard enough not to tickle, and up to tease round her breast.
He knows just how to arouse her. A trail of goosebumps follows Billy's finger, and as he drags it up around her breast, Rachel's breath catches. "Need you," she whispers.
Bending her back to taste her neck, Billy sighs happily. They had messy fast reunion sex yesterday, and then slow sweet sex, and he's ready for kinky drawn-out sex. "God you're hot," he murmurs, his hand still not quite on her nipple. "What, in particular, do you need?"
Deciding she'd better be more specific this time, Rachel thinks for a moment. "Love you touching me, hurting me and then soothing it better afterwards. Disciplining me and taking care of me." She strokes Billy's hair. "Making me feel loved and needed, letting me give you pleasure."
"Much better," Billy says, his cock agreeing, "and you'll get all those, but you still must be punished." He punctuates the last word with a tweak at Rachel's nipple that makes her gasp and move against his arm.
"If you say so, Sir," Rachel says, squirming a bit from the tweak. "What would you like me to do?"
It takes Billy a moment to decide. "Bend over the bed," he says, "wait for me." He nips off to the loo, knowing she'll be anticipating his punishment and that it will be all the better for waiting.
Obediently, Rachel bends and puts her hands on the bed to brace herself. It's been weeks since they've done this, and she's full of anticipation, knowing Billy's probably been dreaming up all kinds of wicked and naughty things to do with her.
Walking back into the bedroom, Billy stops a moment to just admire the view of Rachel waiting, beautifully submissive, still slightly amazing to him. "Good girl," he says, full of pleasure and pride, "so many things I want to do with you.
"Oh, yes please!" Rachel says eagerly. "I've been fantasising about this for so long!"
Billy grins at that, his wolf-grin, even though she can't see it. He turns a light on, the better to see you with my dear and makes sure the radiator will keep them warm. The heavy leather cuffs and his favorite riding crop come out of the drawer, and he tosses them on the bed where Rachel can see them as he moves up behind her, pressing against her arse. "Oh? Anything special?" he asks.
"Your voice, ordering me," Rachel murmurs, letting her eyes close and rubbing back against Billy's erection. "Restraints, binding me and keeping me safe. Your hands, touching me."
Her back is pale in the lamplight, a long perfect curve up to her head and her arms stretched above. She's opened herself to him, allowed herself to finally confess her desires, and Billy's honoured. "Yes," he says, "I'll give you that and more." He bends over, licking a slow path from her tailbone up her back until he's snug against her, mouth on her neck, his hands sliding up to wrap her wrists and hold her. "My beautiful perfect girl."
Feeling Billy against her, his hands tight around her wrists, makes Rachel feel safe and protected. His hard cock is snug in the cleft of her arse, the familiar sound of his ragged, aroused breathing in her ear. "I'm not perfect, Sir," Rachel says. "But I'm glad that I make you happy."
As Rachel moves under him, Billy closes his eyes and delights in her body, heat growing in his groin from the familiar pleasure of having her. Reaching for the first leather cuff, he slides it round her wrist, murmuring "Perfectly helpless you'll be."
Billy does the first cuff up before slipping the other cuff on to her, and Rachel finds herself feeling more submissive. The weight and press of them on her wrists reminds her who's in charge. "Feels good, thank you," she murmurs.
"Good, yeah," Billy agrees, buckling the second cuff and linking both together with a snap. He drops a kiss on her head and moves to the side, far enough to admire her stretched on the bed and bound, the dark leather contrasting with her skin. "Stay still," he says, and moves off the bed to fetch the camera and turn up the lights -- this will be a photo shoot for him to treasure when they're apart.
When Billy returns with the camera, Rachel takes the opportunity to show off, arching her back and pouting. She rolls on to her back, posing more, pushing up her breasts with her forearms, feeling decadent and pornographic.
Snapping away, Billy catches her pout and her movement and finally, her display. "My very own porn star," he says huskily. With cuffs on her wrists, she looks bloody hot and he urges, "More, do it more, open your mouth and give me more."
Rachel does as she's told, excited to think that Billy will look at these photos when she's away, probably wank while he does so, and she wants to give him a show. She raises her hands above her head, stretching and arching, sprawling across the bed with her best 'come hither' expression on her face.
"Do that thing with your mouth," Billy orders, reaching down to slap her flank in punctuation. He looks at her skin, but there's no real mark. Yet.
Not really sure what he means, Rachel pouts and licks her lips, hoping that's what Billy wants. Not that she would mind if he slapped her again.
Billy leans over the bed and gets a couple of close-ups of her mouth, then backs off until he can frame her bound hands and bare tits as well. "Good girl," he murmurs, "Now touch yourself, your breasts for me, move," and punctuates that with another slap.
With one hand dragging the other along, Rachel toys with a breast, spreading her legs open as she does so. Her eyes are drawn to Billy's cock, hard, the exposed head glistening. "Please, Sir..." Rachel asks, hesitantly. "May I suck your cock?"
"Not yet," Billy answers, fascinated by the shape of her mouth as she asks, and manages to get a picture just in time, then turns the camera to her hand on her breast. The riding crop catches his eye and he leans to pick it up, trailing it along her body as he stands, then snapping it on her hip, saying "Spread wider, girl."
Rachel gasps at the sting of the riding crop. "Yes, sir!" She bends her knees in order to move her legs as far apart as she can, watching Billy's face for approval.
Her reactions are so perfect that Billy's "Good, very good," comes out as a moan, his camera forgotten for the moment. He leans forward against the bed, glad of the pressure against his straining cock, and uses the crop to push at her arms, saying "Lift up, above your head."
Thrilled that she's obviously pleasing him, Rachel lifts her arms and arches her back, pushing up her breasts. "You're making me so wet," she murmurs.
Fondly, Billy says, "Lovely slut, you'll do anything..." He snaps the crop down on the exposed inside of her forearm, leaving a mark on the pale skin there, "Take anything..." He's eager to see how much pain she really will take, push her a little, watch her flinch and maybe tear up a little, before he fucks her.
The skin of her inner arm is so sensitive, Rachel can't help but cry out when Billy hits her. "I'll try..." she pants, "... for you."
She's so different from Dom, who has to be stopped from letting himself be thrashed unconscious. Billy has to watch both of them, keep them from going too far in their own ways. "Say the word, and I'll stop," he says, as always. In fact, she'll have to ask, maybe beg, before he goes much further. He draws the crop down along her arm as he speaks, takes a picture or two, strokes her cheek with the crop and takes a picture of that.
"Please, Sir, more? Want you to hurt me," Rachel says eagerly, shivering as the tip of the crop runs over her skin.
"Oh yeah," Billy likes that, her words and her response. He gauges her fine skin, and decides to start near her shoulder, above her head, with a light flick of the crop and then another harder one.
It stings, but it's more than bearable now he's not hitting her inner arm. Rachel writhes and moans. "Thank you, Sir!"
Billy's trying for erotic pain, and he can tell Rachel's not up for much on her front, so he taps her shoulder with the crop and says, "Turn over, girl, on your stomach."
"Yes, Sir," Rachel murmurs, assuming Billy wants to look at and spank her bottom for a while, perhaps fuck her from behind. She rolls, and lifts her arse a bit, wishing she could still see his face.
Taking a few more pictures of her this way, Billy admires her arse and back and legs -- he could fuck her right now, and be happy -- but he's too greedy, wanting more from her, whimpers as well as moans. "You are beautiful, this direction too," he says, drawing the crop down from her shoulders and along her back. He taps her arse firmly several times and finally brings the crop down with a snap.
"Oh!" Rachel cries. "Oh, yes!" She spreads her legs slightly, hoping he'll catch a whiff of her arousal. "Love you so much!"
"That's better," Billy says, cropping her several more times, "love you, my perfect girl." There are marks on her arse now, seductive little spots showing where he's hit her, and Billy fumbles with the camera, trying to catch them before they fade.
When he stops hitting her, Rachel worries for a moment that she's not responding the way he hopes, but then she hears the camera go off and is reassured. Her arse is stinging, but she's determined to go on if he wants more out of her.
Rachel'd do better tied down properly, so Billy says, "Hold on a moment," and walks round the bed, catching up a leather thong as he goes. Her mouth tempts him and he bends forward to rest on his elbow and bring her face close for a long kiss.
The kiss is good, soothing and grounding. Rachel hums into it, happy despite the awkwardness of the angle for her. "Love you so much," she whispers. "Thank you."
"Thank you," Billy answers, "I know this is hard, I shan't push you too far, not yet." He strokes her hair as she shifts her arms down a bit to prop herself up. "Just as far as we need to go." He kisses her again, hot and hungry now, demanding her mouth and sliding a hand down to cup her tit.
Rachel groans as Billy's hand gently squeezes her breast, his tongue sliding and twining around hers. She wants more, harder, but knows she can't demand, has to wait for him. "You take care of me so well," she says when he breaks off the kiss. "Please, more."
Billy loves it when she manages to ask, to push past her subby shyness and say what she wants. He holds her tit again, squeezing gently till she moans, then tweaking her nipple hard enough to feel her wince, kissing her again, delighting in her responses.
He makes her writhe and squirm and moan and whimper. "Oh god, it's too good, please, hurt me more?"
"Fuck yeah," Billy says, biting at Rachel's lip and digging his fingers into her breast, "gorgeous, and so obedient." This is what he's been waiting for, pushing her for, and it feels so bloody perfect now. "I want to feel you hurt for me, tell me how."
"Hit me?" Rachel says softly. "Spank me 'til I'm sore, then fuck me?"
"Fuck yeah," Billy says again, his brain a bit fogged by the prospect of such intensity. "I'll make it good," he promises, and kisses her tenderly, teasing her other nipple till she moans into the kiss, and then pinching it, hard, for another, different moan. Finally he pulls away, kissing and nipping the skin of her face, and down her arm, until she's lying down again, arms stretched taut. The thong is where he left it, and he runs it down round the metal loops in the bed, and back up to attach her wrist cuffs. "You'll stay, now I have you tied down properly," he says, kissing the palm of her hand.
"Yes, Sir." Rachel lies still, the restraints making her feel secure. She rests her cheek on her arm, breathing steadily, centering herself for what's coming and trying not to allow her excitement to show too much.
Kicking himself, Billy wishes he'd remembered earlier how much she loves to be tied down in particular: it makes her pliant and ready for nearly anything. Such a typical bloke, he says to himself, and vows not to forget again. As he walks back round the bed, "I'm going to keep you bound for hours today," he promises, "after I have my wicked way with you."
"Whatever makes you happy, that's what I want," Rachel says. "I'm yours."
Billy says, "You make me happy, love." He spanks her arse smartly with his hand, and says, "And I'm going to make you so sore you scream."
The sensation of the flat of his hand is so different from the riding crop. Rachel squirms. "Thank you, Sir. Please, more?"
This is more like it. Billy braces Rachel with a hand on her hip, and spanks again, loving her every moan and flinch. "Mine, my lovely slut," he says, stroking her arse where he's hit it. As he moves closer, his cock touches the skin of her leg and he moans too, rubbing back and forth a little. "God, Rachel," he says, and bends to kiss the curve of her arse.
Rachel's thrilled that Billy's taking so much obvious pleasure from her, and every slap of his hand sends more adrenaline through her veins. She's so excited she's writhing and whimpering, trying to get some stimulation from the bed and from squeezing her thighs together. "Oh, oh, please, more!" she moans.
"Ahhhh, yeah," Billy groans. He slides his hand between her legs, pressing against her wet cunt, and then back up for another slap, because he loves the way she responds. "As much as you want," he growls, "until you come for me, just like this."
Now he's touching her, pressing and massaging her clit in between spanks. Rachel's opening moaning, begging and pulsing her hips against his hand. "It's so good, oh please Sir, touch me!"
Billy kneels on the bed, his knee between her legs, and reaches around to play with her breasts. He can still reach her cunt, still spank once in a while, still feel her squirm and rock against him as she gets closer. Someday he might be able to deny her, to tease her longer when she is desperate like this, but not now, not when her arse is rubbing his cock and she's begging so beautifully. "Gorgeous girl," he says, "love you."
"Oh yes, Sir, love you too, oh god, please.... yes!" Rachel cries as she comes hard against Billy's hand.
Holding her as she comes, his hand tight against her cunt, Billy sighs with pleasure. Her skin is damp, even slick with sweat, and he licks a line up the middle of her back. As she relaxes, Billy says, "I'm going to fuck you now," and grins at her eager noise and the way she spreads her legs for him, arches her back, makes it quite clear that she's more than ready.
"Please," she murmurs. "Will you fuck my arse?" She wants to really feel him, and being fucked the usual way seems a bit too easy.
It's a bit of a surprise, but why not? "All right," he says, turning to rummage for the lube, "Your arse is gorgeous, too". He coats his fingers and slides them down the cleft of her arse and across her hole, pushing a little with each stroke.
Rachel hums and presses back against Billy's touch. She's watched him fuck Dom and knows how much he likes it -- she loves the way he looks when he's really losing himself in sex. "Want to feel you inside me," she murmurs.
Her arse opens for him as he pushes his fingers against the muscles. "Hmmmm, yeah, 's good," he murmurs, matching his breathing pattern to hers and pushing as she exhales. Her arse is so tight, not as welcoming as her cunt, more of a challenge. "I'm going to fuck you every way today, make you come over and over," he tells her.
"Yes, yes please!" Rachel begs, moaning softly as his fingers penetrate her. She pushes against his hand, relaxing as he opens her. "Sir, I hope you're going to come too?" she says softly.
"Oh yes, I intend to come in you," Billy says, pushing his fingers further in, "on you, your belly and your face." That image is so hot, he moans and rubs a little against her leg.
When Billy's so openly excited, Rachel just wants to whine and beg for more. "Oh I love you so much, please, please fuck me!" she says, babbling her desperation.
Billy loves Rachel's begging, though it won't speed him up, much. "I will, love, I will when it's time." He squeezes some more lube on his hand and presses a third finger up her arse, enjoying her little whimpers and moans.
"Oh god, feels so good." Rachel tugs on the restraints and moans, knowing Billy loves to see and hear and feel her respond. "Love your fingers, love your cock."
When Rachel pulls against the cuffs, it makes the muscles in her back flex in the most gorgeous way. Billy leans down to kiss her skin, lick up to her shoulderblade, and over. There's a place, right there, where she groans every time he touches. He can feel her response right through her body, even inside her, and when he sucks the skin hard to make a mark, she jerks and wriggles delightfully.
"Please..." she begs, "please, please fuck me, oh god please!" Rachel can barely stand it now. It's as if he's torturing her with pleasure.
"Yeah," Billy says, kneeling up so his cock is against her arse, "going to fuck you," pushing a little, guiding it with his fingers as she moans and opens for him. He moans too, at the press of her arse round him, at the slide of the lube and the feel of her smooth skin and the way she's tied up for him, and the way she loves it.
Rachel can't help crying out as his cock breaches her body. The stretch and burn is exactly what she needs, feeling him so completely, hearing his soft groans with the effort of pressing into her. "Need you so fucking much!" she gasps.
"Beautiful slut," Billy says, finally balls-deep in Rachel's arse, letting go of a breath he didn't know he was holding. He stops there a moment, strokes her back and the little marks on her arse, feeling her wriggle under him. He pushes her forward a little, moves forward on his knees, pulls his cock out most of the way and says, "Lovely girl, want you to fuck yourself on me, want to watch you do it."
It's difficult, restrained as she is, but Rachel pushes herself back on to his cock as best she can. His moan is all the reward she needs to keep going and manages to set up a sort of awkward rhythm, back and forth, gasping with the effort.
Watching Rachel struggle to obey him is amazing and exciting, and soon Billy finds himself meeting her movements, pushing into her harder and harder. "God, yeah," he says, "such a good girl."
"For you, it's for you, love you, need you!" Rachel babbles as Billy fucks her hard.
And you're mine, love," Billy says breathlessly. He bends over again, supporting himself on one arm, and slides his hand down her belly, warm and slick with sweat, to her cunt. "Your cunt and your arse and your body for my pleasure, so good."
As his fingers brush over her clit, Rachel cries out again, her hips moving involuntarily into his touch. She no longer cares how she looks or sounds, all her inhibitions gone, she gasps and rocks and babbles.
Billy moans, groans, pants as he pushes into her arse and feels her quiver around his cock. He swirls his fingers round her clit and yells a bit as she responds, her whole body welcoming him. "Rachel, oh God," he manages, pushing harder and faster until he's nearly coming.
"Yes, oh fuck, yes..." Rachel gasps, and then almost screams Billy's name as she comes, clutching the sheets and shuddering.
Having her come under him, round him is nearly too much, but Billy slows down, holds her cunt and enjoys it thoroughly, murmuring little nothings to her. He kisses up and down her back, and makes a matching mark on her other shoulder blade, sucking and biting until it's dark and bruised. "My gorgeous girl," he says, "mine."
Rachel's barely aware of what he's doing or saying, only gradually is she coming back to earth. She moans, and feebly presses back against Billy. "Love you," she murmurs.
Leaning on one arm, Billy strokes up and down her body, from bound arms along her side and to her thighs, trembling under him. "Love you," he answers, kissing her neck, "want me to untie you?"
"No, 's ok," Rachel mumbles. "Want you to come."
"Yeah, I mean, I want to too," Billy's hand moves up to her tit, as if pulled by magnets: he's not had nearly enough of her tits today. So far. As he strokes and squeezes, Rachel responds, moaning and pressing up against him, so wanton and open that he groans and starts thrusting into her arse again, fast and firm.
Rachel loves having her tits played with. "Fuck me, harder," she murmurs. "Love you."
He wants to hold her other breast, so Billy spreads his legs a little for balance and puts his other hand on that one, holding her against him as he squeezes both of them, enjoying her wriggles, and himself coming closer to orgasm.
Billy's soft groans are music to Rachel's ears. She arches her back as best she can so he can reach her breasts more easily, and matches the rhythm of his thrusts with her hips. "Oh please, more!"
"More, yeah, oh fucking beautiful fuck!" Billy moans, his hands full of her lovely breasts, her arse tight around his cock. He closes his eyes and lets the sensations fill him, overwhelm him, thrusting faster and harder until he comes with a shout.
Rachel can't help feeling a sense of triumph when Billy comes. He needs her as much as she needs him. As he groans and thrusts his way through his orgasm, she wishes she could hold him, overwhelmed with tenderness and happiness.
Billy sucks the air in as he rocks back and forth a little, rubbing his cock inside her, riding out the last waves of orgasm. "God, Rachel," he moans, leaning down to kiss her back. As soon as he can manage to move, he slips his cock out and leans over her to undo the leather thong holding her to the bed, so he can gather her in his arms and hold her against him, nuzzling her face.
"Love you, so much," Rachel sighs, sagging in his arms gratefully.
Her weight against Billy is delicious, her trust in him gratifying and daunting at the same time. "Love you," he says, "love how beautiful you are, how clever and kind, and all the things you let me do to you."
"I love what you do to me," Rachel laughs, then kisses him. "Are you going to make me breakfast now, lovely man?"
"Must keep up your strength," Billy agrees, kissing her hand and running his fingers under her wrist-cuff. The wide leather's not chafed or bruised her arms yet, which means they can stay on her, pleasing and inspiring him with every glance. "Before I go off to cook," he says, and leans over to the little table by the bed, taking out Rachel's collar. "May I?"
"You may, of course, but is it okay to get it wet in the shower?" Rachel says a little anxiously.
She's charmingly naive sometimes. Billy just smiles and says, "Platinum and titanium mix, impervious to all household liquids, solids and gases, guaranteed."
"In that case, I'd love to wear it," Rachel says, sitting up and holding her head up.
Authors: unstealthy and msilverstar
Pairing: Rachel Weisz/Billy Boyd
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Completely untrue, absolute fiction.
Summary: Bondage, submission, spanking, cropping, photography, sex, and love. For all fics in this universe in chronological order, please see the Push-Pull-Push Master List.
It's nice to be back in her homeland. Rachel enjoys the process of film-making, but doesn't enjoy being away from home for too long, and she's due back in the States for another shoot in the near future. Billy's so busy too. After dealing with business in London, Rachel travels up to Glasgow, wanting to be near him and share his life for a while. And he's very obliging, taking a couple of days off especially to spend with her, one of which they've decided will be spent in bed.
Waking up and knowing there's nothing but food, drink and sex in the day ahead is the best feeling in the world, Rachel decides. She slips out of bed before Billy's awake and makes them both a mug of tea, bringing them back to the bedroom in time to find that Billy's awoken while she was gone and is lying there smiling sleepily at her.
"Hello," she says, handing him his tea and climbing in beside him.
Billy scoots so he's sitting up, pillows cushioning his back from his new wrought iron headboard. "Ta love," he says, balancing the tea and bringing Rachel's face close for a kiss, "missed you, these last weeks." He bought the bed frame with Rachel in mind, imagining all the ways he could tie her to the sturdy curlicues of the head and foot boards, even the sides, but he starts with the innocuous question, "Is the new mattress all right? Too soft or too firm?"
"Such a gentleman," Rachel laughs. "I think we gave the mattress a thorough testing out last night, don't you?"
"The mattress, yes," Billy says, waggling his eyebrows and nodding at the headboard, "but I have some different testing in mind." He sips his tea and tries not to smirk at Rachel.
The tea is good, waking Rachel's brain and body. "Would you like to tell me about it, or show me?" She puts on her best wide-eyed pleading face, smiling at Billy and hoping to melt him just a little.
What a gorgeous face she has: Billy only resists because he knows they both like it better when he does. "Drink up, darling," he says, "and then I'll show you." He wonders what Rachel will imagine, and how to winkle it out of her, so he can make it come true. Of course, he does have some ideas of his own. "Does that robe wrinkle or stain badly?" he asks innocently, teasing her with anticipation,
"The robe? Um, probably, it's silk." Rachel smiles and frowns, wondering what Billy's getting at.
"Take it off, when you're done with your tea," Billy says, a little sternly. He can tell when Rachel understands him by the hitch in her breath, the little flush in her cheeks. God, she's sexy.
Not wanting to wait to find out what's on Billy's mind, Rachel gulps the rest of her tea and then hops out of bed, shrugging off the robe and then standing there naked under Billy's gaze. Her nipples harden as he looks at her, and she shivers, wondering what's in store.
Billy looks her up and down, and smiles at her lovely body and her lovely obedience. "Much too pretty to cover up: you'll be naked all day," he tells her, and watches her reactions. "Beyond that, tell me something you'd like to do today." Rachel is so submissive that he has a bit of a job finding out what she wants the most. He'll give her every opportunity to tell him, between orgasms.
"I just want to please you," Rachel says, honestly. She knows that Billy puts her pleasure first and foremost, and so she's always anxious to know whether she's pleasing him in return.
"Oh what a shame," Billy says. "You disobeyed my command. You'll have to be punished." By the time he's finished, his voice is a growl, reflecting how much he's looking forward to this.
"I did?" Rachel's aware that she didn't answer the question specifically, but what she said was the truth: it's what she wants from today, to please Billy. "Sorry, Sir." Her eyes drop to the floor, contrite, but Billy's tone excites her.
Bloody gorgeous. "By the time I'm done, you will answer that question," Billy tells her, "I shan't stop until you do." He stands up and looks at her, naked and blushing rosy-pink for him, and can't keep his hands off her, pulling her close for a kiss.
Rachel hums her assent into the kiss, sliding her hands round him and kissing him back, eagerly. Billy's cock twitches and moves against her hip and she rubs against it, a small part of her wishing they could just have slow, gentle sex all morning. But she knows that wouldn't satisfy the deepest part of her; she needs this roleplay, the obedience, being guided and directed. And she loves the pain he inflicts on her.
Stroking Rachel all over is a delight Billy never gets tired of. Her skin is smooth and silky, her curves perfect, and the way her body moves under into his touch fills him with pleasure. It's as though she's made for his hands, meant to be cupped and soothed and tweaked and pinched by him. "Love you, naughty girl," he murmurs against her skin.
"I'm yours, love you too," Rachel answers.
'Mine, hmmm," and isn't that a lovely thing. Billy runs his fingers along Rachel's belly, just hard enough not to tickle, and up to tease round her breast.
He knows just how to arouse her. A trail of goosebumps follows Billy's finger, and as he drags it up around her breast, Rachel's breath catches. "Need you," she whispers.
Bending her back to taste her neck, Billy sighs happily. They had messy fast reunion sex yesterday, and then slow sweet sex, and he's ready for kinky drawn-out sex. "God you're hot," he murmurs, his hand still not quite on her nipple. "What, in particular, do you need?"
Deciding she'd better be more specific this time, Rachel thinks for a moment. "Love you touching me, hurting me and then soothing it better afterwards. Disciplining me and taking care of me." She strokes Billy's hair. "Making me feel loved and needed, letting me give you pleasure."
"Much better," Billy says, his cock agreeing, "and you'll get all those, but you still must be punished." He punctuates the last word with a tweak at Rachel's nipple that makes her gasp and move against his arm.
"If you say so, Sir," Rachel says, squirming a bit from the tweak. "What would you like me to do?"
It takes Billy a moment to decide. "Bend over the bed," he says, "wait for me." He nips off to the loo, knowing she'll be anticipating his punishment and that it will be all the better for waiting.
Obediently, Rachel bends and puts her hands on the bed to brace herself. It's been weeks since they've done this, and she's full of anticipation, knowing Billy's probably been dreaming up all kinds of wicked and naughty things to do with her.
Walking back into the bedroom, Billy stops a moment to just admire the view of Rachel waiting, beautifully submissive, still slightly amazing to him. "Good girl," he says, full of pleasure and pride, "so many things I want to do with you.
"Oh, yes please!" Rachel says eagerly. "I've been fantasising about this for so long!"
Billy grins at that, his wolf-grin, even though she can't see it. He turns a light on, the better to see you with my dear and makes sure the radiator will keep them warm. The heavy leather cuffs and his favorite riding crop come out of the drawer, and he tosses them on the bed where Rachel can see them as he moves up behind her, pressing against her arse. "Oh? Anything special?" he asks.
"Your voice, ordering me," Rachel murmurs, letting her eyes close and rubbing back against Billy's erection. "Restraints, binding me and keeping me safe. Your hands, touching me."
Her back is pale in the lamplight, a long perfect curve up to her head and her arms stretched above. She's opened herself to him, allowed herself to finally confess her desires, and Billy's honoured. "Yes," he says, "I'll give you that and more." He bends over, licking a slow path from her tailbone up her back until he's snug against her, mouth on her neck, his hands sliding up to wrap her wrists and hold her. "My beautiful perfect girl."
Feeling Billy against her, his hands tight around her wrists, makes Rachel feel safe and protected. His hard cock is snug in the cleft of her arse, the familiar sound of his ragged, aroused breathing in her ear. "I'm not perfect, Sir," Rachel says. "But I'm glad that I make you happy."
As Rachel moves under him, Billy closes his eyes and delights in her body, heat growing in his groin from the familiar pleasure of having her. Reaching for the first leather cuff, he slides it round her wrist, murmuring "Perfectly helpless you'll be."
Billy does the first cuff up before slipping the other cuff on to her, and Rachel finds herself feeling more submissive. The weight and press of them on her wrists reminds her who's in charge. "Feels good, thank you," she murmurs.
"Good, yeah," Billy agrees, buckling the second cuff and linking both together with a snap. He drops a kiss on her head and moves to the side, far enough to admire her stretched on the bed and bound, the dark leather contrasting with her skin. "Stay still," he says, and moves off the bed to fetch the camera and turn up the lights -- this will be a photo shoot for him to treasure when they're apart.
When Billy returns with the camera, Rachel takes the opportunity to show off, arching her back and pouting. She rolls on to her back, posing more, pushing up her breasts with her forearms, feeling decadent and pornographic.
Snapping away, Billy catches her pout and her movement and finally, her display. "My very own porn star," he says huskily. With cuffs on her wrists, she looks bloody hot and he urges, "More, do it more, open your mouth and give me more."
Rachel does as she's told, excited to think that Billy will look at these photos when she's away, probably wank while he does so, and she wants to give him a show. She raises her hands above her head, stretching and arching, sprawling across the bed with her best 'come hither' expression on her face.
"Do that thing with your mouth," Billy orders, reaching down to slap her flank in punctuation. He looks at her skin, but there's no real mark. Yet.
Not really sure what he means, Rachel pouts and licks her lips, hoping that's what Billy wants. Not that she would mind if he slapped her again.
Billy leans over the bed and gets a couple of close-ups of her mouth, then backs off until he can frame her bound hands and bare tits as well. "Good girl," he murmurs, "Now touch yourself, your breasts for me, move," and punctuates that with another slap.
With one hand dragging the other along, Rachel toys with a breast, spreading her legs open as she does so. Her eyes are drawn to Billy's cock, hard, the exposed head glistening. "Please, Sir..." Rachel asks, hesitantly. "May I suck your cock?"
"Not yet," Billy answers, fascinated by the shape of her mouth as she asks, and manages to get a picture just in time, then turns the camera to her hand on her breast. The riding crop catches his eye and he leans to pick it up, trailing it along her body as he stands, then snapping it on her hip, saying "Spread wider, girl."
Rachel gasps at the sting of the riding crop. "Yes, sir!" She bends her knees in order to move her legs as far apart as she can, watching Billy's face for approval.
Her reactions are so perfect that Billy's "Good, very good," comes out as a moan, his camera forgotten for the moment. He leans forward against the bed, glad of the pressure against his straining cock, and uses the crop to push at her arms, saying "Lift up, above your head."
Thrilled that she's obviously pleasing him, Rachel lifts her arms and arches her back, pushing up her breasts. "You're making me so wet," she murmurs.
Fondly, Billy says, "Lovely slut, you'll do anything..." He snaps the crop down on the exposed inside of her forearm, leaving a mark on the pale skin there, "Take anything..." He's eager to see how much pain she really will take, push her a little, watch her flinch and maybe tear up a little, before he fucks her.
The skin of her inner arm is so sensitive, Rachel can't help but cry out when Billy hits her. "I'll try..." she pants, "... for you."
She's so different from Dom, who has to be stopped from letting himself be thrashed unconscious. Billy has to watch both of them, keep them from going too far in their own ways. "Say the word, and I'll stop," he says, as always. In fact, she'll have to ask, maybe beg, before he goes much further. He draws the crop down along her arm as he speaks, takes a picture or two, strokes her cheek with the crop and takes a picture of that.
"Please, Sir, more? Want you to hurt me," Rachel says eagerly, shivering as the tip of the crop runs over her skin.
"Oh yeah," Billy likes that, her words and her response. He gauges her fine skin, and decides to start near her shoulder, above her head, with a light flick of the crop and then another harder one.
It stings, but it's more than bearable now he's not hitting her inner arm. Rachel writhes and moans. "Thank you, Sir!"
Billy's trying for erotic pain, and he can tell Rachel's not up for much on her front, so he taps her shoulder with the crop and says, "Turn over, girl, on your stomach."
"Yes, Sir," Rachel murmurs, assuming Billy wants to look at and spank her bottom for a while, perhaps fuck her from behind. She rolls, and lifts her arse a bit, wishing she could still see his face.
Taking a few more pictures of her this way, Billy admires her arse and back and legs -- he could fuck her right now, and be happy -- but he's too greedy, wanting more from her, whimpers as well as moans. "You are beautiful, this direction too," he says, drawing the crop down from her shoulders and along her back. He taps her arse firmly several times and finally brings the crop down with a snap.
"Oh!" Rachel cries. "Oh, yes!" She spreads her legs slightly, hoping he'll catch a whiff of her arousal. "Love you so much!"
"That's better," Billy says, cropping her several more times, "love you, my perfect girl." There are marks on her arse now, seductive little spots showing where he's hit her, and Billy fumbles with the camera, trying to catch them before they fade.
When he stops hitting her, Rachel worries for a moment that she's not responding the way he hopes, but then she hears the camera go off and is reassured. Her arse is stinging, but she's determined to go on if he wants more out of her.
Rachel'd do better tied down properly, so Billy says, "Hold on a moment," and walks round the bed, catching up a leather thong as he goes. Her mouth tempts him and he bends forward to rest on his elbow and bring her face close for a long kiss.
The kiss is good, soothing and grounding. Rachel hums into it, happy despite the awkwardness of the angle for her. "Love you so much," she whispers. "Thank you."
"Thank you," Billy answers, "I know this is hard, I shan't push you too far, not yet." He strokes her hair as she shifts her arms down a bit to prop herself up. "Just as far as we need to go." He kisses her again, hot and hungry now, demanding her mouth and sliding a hand down to cup her tit.
Rachel groans as Billy's hand gently squeezes her breast, his tongue sliding and twining around hers. She wants more, harder, but knows she can't demand, has to wait for him. "You take care of me so well," she says when he breaks off the kiss. "Please, more."
Billy loves it when she manages to ask, to push past her subby shyness and say what she wants. He holds her tit again, squeezing gently till she moans, then tweaking her nipple hard enough to feel her wince, kissing her again, delighting in her responses.
He makes her writhe and squirm and moan and whimper. "Oh god, it's too good, please, hurt me more?"
"Fuck yeah," Billy says, biting at Rachel's lip and digging his fingers into her breast, "gorgeous, and so obedient." This is what he's been waiting for, pushing her for, and it feels so bloody perfect now. "I want to feel you hurt for me, tell me how."
"Hit me?" Rachel says softly. "Spank me 'til I'm sore, then fuck me?"
"Fuck yeah," Billy says again, his brain a bit fogged by the prospect of such intensity. "I'll make it good," he promises, and kisses her tenderly, teasing her other nipple till she moans into the kiss, and then pinching it, hard, for another, different moan. Finally he pulls away, kissing and nipping the skin of her face, and down her arm, until she's lying down again, arms stretched taut. The thong is where he left it, and he runs it down round the metal loops in the bed, and back up to attach her wrist cuffs. "You'll stay, now I have you tied down properly," he says, kissing the palm of her hand.
"Yes, Sir." Rachel lies still, the restraints making her feel secure. She rests her cheek on her arm, breathing steadily, centering herself for what's coming and trying not to allow her excitement to show too much.
Kicking himself, Billy wishes he'd remembered earlier how much she loves to be tied down in particular: it makes her pliant and ready for nearly anything. Such a typical bloke, he says to himself, and vows not to forget again. As he walks back round the bed, "I'm going to keep you bound for hours today," he promises, "after I have my wicked way with you."
"Whatever makes you happy, that's what I want," Rachel says. "I'm yours."
Billy says, "You make me happy, love." He spanks her arse smartly with his hand, and says, "And I'm going to make you so sore you scream."
The sensation of the flat of his hand is so different from the riding crop. Rachel squirms. "Thank you, Sir. Please, more?"
This is more like it. Billy braces Rachel with a hand on her hip, and spanks again, loving her every moan and flinch. "Mine, my lovely slut," he says, stroking her arse where he's hit it. As he moves closer, his cock touches the skin of her leg and he moans too, rubbing back and forth a little. "God, Rachel," he says, and bends to kiss the curve of her arse.
Rachel's thrilled that Billy's taking so much obvious pleasure from her, and every slap of his hand sends more adrenaline through her veins. She's so excited she's writhing and whimpering, trying to get some stimulation from the bed and from squeezing her thighs together. "Oh, oh, please, more!" she moans.
"Ahhhh, yeah," Billy groans. He slides his hand between her legs, pressing against her wet cunt, and then back up for another slap, because he loves the way she responds. "As much as you want," he growls, "until you come for me, just like this."
Now he's touching her, pressing and massaging her clit in between spanks. Rachel's opening moaning, begging and pulsing her hips against his hand. "It's so good, oh please Sir, touch me!"
Billy kneels on the bed, his knee between her legs, and reaches around to play with her breasts. He can still reach her cunt, still spank once in a while, still feel her squirm and rock against him as she gets closer. Someday he might be able to deny her, to tease her longer when she is desperate like this, but not now, not when her arse is rubbing his cock and she's begging so beautifully. "Gorgeous girl," he says, "love you."
"Oh yes, Sir, love you too, oh god, please.... yes!" Rachel cries as she comes hard against Billy's hand.
Holding her as she comes, his hand tight against her cunt, Billy sighs with pleasure. Her skin is damp, even slick with sweat, and he licks a line up the middle of her back. As she relaxes, Billy says, "I'm going to fuck you now," and grins at her eager noise and the way she spreads her legs for him, arches her back, makes it quite clear that she's more than ready.
"Please," she murmurs. "Will you fuck my arse?" She wants to really feel him, and being fucked the usual way seems a bit too easy.
It's a bit of a surprise, but why not? "All right," he says, turning to rummage for the lube, "Your arse is gorgeous, too". He coats his fingers and slides them down the cleft of her arse and across her hole, pushing a little with each stroke.
Rachel hums and presses back against Billy's touch. She's watched him fuck Dom and knows how much he likes it -- she loves the way he looks when he's really losing himself in sex. "Want to feel you inside me," she murmurs.
Her arse opens for him as he pushes his fingers against the muscles. "Hmmmm, yeah, 's good," he murmurs, matching his breathing pattern to hers and pushing as she exhales. Her arse is so tight, not as welcoming as her cunt, more of a challenge. "I'm going to fuck you every way today, make you come over and over," he tells her.
"Yes, yes please!" Rachel begs, moaning softly as his fingers penetrate her. She pushes against his hand, relaxing as he opens her. "Sir, I hope you're going to come too?" she says softly.
"Oh yes, I intend to come in you," Billy says, pushing his fingers further in, "on you, your belly and your face." That image is so hot, he moans and rubs a little against her leg.
When Billy's so openly excited, Rachel just wants to whine and beg for more. "Oh I love you so much, please, please fuck me!" she says, babbling her desperation.
Billy loves Rachel's begging, though it won't speed him up, much. "I will, love, I will when it's time." He squeezes some more lube on his hand and presses a third finger up her arse, enjoying her little whimpers and moans.
"Oh god, feels so good." Rachel tugs on the restraints and moans, knowing Billy loves to see and hear and feel her respond. "Love your fingers, love your cock."
When Rachel pulls against the cuffs, it makes the muscles in her back flex in the most gorgeous way. Billy leans down to kiss her skin, lick up to her shoulderblade, and over. There's a place, right there, where she groans every time he touches. He can feel her response right through her body, even inside her, and when he sucks the skin hard to make a mark, she jerks and wriggles delightfully.
"Please..." she begs, "please, please fuck me, oh god please!" Rachel can barely stand it now. It's as if he's torturing her with pleasure.
"Yeah," Billy says, kneeling up so his cock is against her arse, "going to fuck you," pushing a little, guiding it with his fingers as she moans and opens for him. He moans too, at the press of her arse round him, at the slide of the lube and the feel of her smooth skin and the way she's tied up for him, and the way she loves it.
Rachel can't help crying out as his cock breaches her body. The stretch and burn is exactly what she needs, feeling him so completely, hearing his soft groans with the effort of pressing into her. "Need you so fucking much!" she gasps.
"Beautiful slut," Billy says, finally balls-deep in Rachel's arse, letting go of a breath he didn't know he was holding. He stops there a moment, strokes her back and the little marks on her arse, feeling her wriggle under him. He pushes her forward a little, moves forward on his knees, pulls his cock out most of the way and says, "Lovely girl, want you to fuck yourself on me, want to watch you do it."
It's difficult, restrained as she is, but Rachel pushes herself back on to his cock as best she can. His moan is all the reward she needs to keep going and manages to set up a sort of awkward rhythm, back and forth, gasping with the effort.
Watching Rachel struggle to obey him is amazing and exciting, and soon Billy finds himself meeting her movements, pushing into her harder and harder. "God, yeah," he says, "such a good girl."
"For you, it's for you, love you, need you!" Rachel babbles as Billy fucks her hard.
And you're mine, love," Billy says breathlessly. He bends over again, supporting himself on one arm, and slides his hand down her belly, warm and slick with sweat, to her cunt. "Your cunt and your arse and your body for my pleasure, so good."
As his fingers brush over her clit, Rachel cries out again, her hips moving involuntarily into his touch. She no longer cares how she looks or sounds, all her inhibitions gone, she gasps and rocks and babbles.
Billy moans, groans, pants as he pushes into her arse and feels her quiver around his cock. He swirls his fingers round her clit and yells a bit as she responds, her whole body welcoming him. "Rachel, oh God," he manages, pushing harder and faster until he's nearly coming.
"Yes, oh fuck, yes..." Rachel gasps, and then almost screams Billy's name as she comes, clutching the sheets and shuddering.
Having her come under him, round him is nearly too much, but Billy slows down, holds her cunt and enjoys it thoroughly, murmuring little nothings to her. He kisses up and down her back, and makes a matching mark on her other shoulder blade, sucking and biting until it's dark and bruised. "My gorgeous girl," he says, "mine."
Rachel's barely aware of what he's doing or saying, only gradually is she coming back to earth. She moans, and feebly presses back against Billy. "Love you," she murmurs.
Leaning on one arm, Billy strokes up and down her body, from bound arms along her side and to her thighs, trembling under him. "Love you," he answers, kissing her neck, "want me to untie you?"
"No, 's ok," Rachel mumbles. "Want you to come."
"Yeah, I mean, I want to too," Billy's hand moves up to her tit, as if pulled by magnets: he's not had nearly enough of her tits today. So far. As he strokes and squeezes, Rachel responds, moaning and pressing up against him, so wanton and open that he groans and starts thrusting into her arse again, fast and firm.
Rachel loves having her tits played with. "Fuck me, harder," she murmurs. "Love you."
He wants to hold her other breast, so Billy spreads his legs a little for balance and puts his other hand on that one, holding her against him as he squeezes both of them, enjoying her wriggles, and himself coming closer to orgasm.
Billy's soft groans are music to Rachel's ears. She arches her back as best she can so he can reach her breasts more easily, and matches the rhythm of his thrusts with her hips. "Oh please, more!"
"More, yeah, oh fucking beautiful fuck!" Billy moans, his hands full of her lovely breasts, her arse tight around his cock. He closes his eyes and lets the sensations fill him, overwhelm him, thrusting faster and harder until he comes with a shout.
Rachel can't help feeling a sense of triumph when Billy comes. He needs her as much as she needs him. As he groans and thrusts his way through his orgasm, she wishes she could hold him, overwhelmed with tenderness and happiness.
Billy sucks the air in as he rocks back and forth a little, rubbing his cock inside her, riding out the last waves of orgasm. "God, Rachel," he moans, leaning down to kiss her back. As soon as he can manage to move, he slips his cock out and leans over her to undo the leather thong holding her to the bed, so he can gather her in his arms and hold her against him, nuzzling her face.
"Love you, so much," Rachel sighs, sagging in his arms gratefully.
Her weight against Billy is delicious, her trust in him gratifying and daunting at the same time. "Love you," he says, "love how beautiful you are, how clever and kind, and all the things you let me do to you."
"I love what you do to me," Rachel laughs, then kisses him. "Are you going to make me breakfast now, lovely man?"
"Must keep up your strength," Billy agrees, kissing her hand and running his fingers under her wrist-cuff. The wide leather's not chafed or bruised her arms yet, which means they can stay on her, pleasing and inspiring him with every glance. "Before I go off to cook," he says, and leans over to the little table by the bed, taking out Rachel's collar. "May I?"
"You may, of course, but is it okay to get it wet in the shower?" Rachel says a little anxiously.
She's charmingly naive sometimes. Billy just smiles and says, "Platinum and titanium mix, impervious to all household liquids, solids and gases, guaranteed."
"In that case, I'd love to wear it," Rachel says, sitting up and holding her head up.