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Bondage Challenge: "Captured" (Well, it's still Sept. 1 in Hawaii)
Hi, y'all. I'm totally new to the comm, just noticed the fic challenge earlier today and was intrigued enough to make an attempt. It's just for fun, un-beta'd, so don't expect anything Deep and Meaningful; also, I picked the pairing via the random pairing generator -- sort of. My favorite character is HRG, so I pushed the button til I got a pairing with him. It was HRG/Nikki-Jessica/"not by choice," which seemed ideal for a bondage challenge.
Title: Captured
Pairing: Mr. Bennet (HRG)/Jessica
Rating: R for some sexual content and language
Spoilers: Through "Company Man"
Word count: 1571
Note: I'm assuming an AU-ish backstory in which Bennet has read Primatech files on Jessica/Nikki and had prior contact with Nikki. I'm not aware of any evidence for any of that having happened on the show.
“This wouldn’t have been my choice,” she announced in a tone of bored contempt. A speculative glint in her eyes said she wasn’t telling the whole truth.
“Well, we can’t always choose our assignments,” Bennet said easily. He wondered how much time he had. They were about an hour’s drive out of Vegas; it would take the Company at least that long to get someone out there to pick him up.
“No, if it’d been up to me,” she continued, “I would have gone for a clean hit. They’re wasting my time, getting me to do guard duty, when we both know they’re going to kill you. Selfish of them to deny me the pleasure.” She leaned back against the table, her right hand resting easily on the gun she’d laid there. “Well, who knows. Maybe somebody higher up wants to do the honors himself.”
“Or maybe they want something from me,” he said, giving her one of his best I-know-something-you-don’t smiles.
She snorted. “Not likely.”
Bennet made an attempt at a shrug - as close an approximation as he could manage, with his arms pulled back, wrists handcuffed together at the back of the chair. The position was already getting uncomfortable. He shifted slightly, trying to ease the strain on his shoulders. “I guess we’ll see when they get here,” he said lightly.
Jessica gave him a speculative smile. “You think you’re pretty smart, don’t you.”
Bennet waited.
“Oh yeah. So smart you could bring down the Company all by yourself. You and a couple of misfits. I don’t call that smart. I call that suicidal.”
“I needed to protect my family,” he said. “Surely you can understand that.” He’d read her file. Jessica believed her basic purpose was to protect Nikki and Micah. A slender basis for establishing a rapport, but it was all he had.
She snorted again. “Looks like you’re doing a great job of it,” she said, gesturing to where he sat bound and helpless. “Might’ve done better if you’d just shut up and done what you were told.”
“And let them take my daughter? I couldn’t do that.” Damn, the handcuffs were tight. She’d run the short chain around the support where the back met the base of the chair, locking him to it. Even leaning forward was almost impossible. He shifted again, feeling the chair back dig into his upper arms. “No, I made the right choice, and I would do it again. I would do anything to protect my daughter.”
Something flashed in Jessica’s eyes. “Oh yeah, you’re quite the devoted father,” she snapped. “A real family man.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” he snapped back, encouraged by her reaction. If he couldn’t establish a rapport, he’d settle for ticking her off. Either one would throw her off balance.
“It means that I don’t buy it. The whole daddy-dearest routine. You’re this possessive of your daughter, it probably means you’re fucking her. Or dreaming about it.”
He felt as if he’d been slapped. “How dare you-“ He caught himself. *Calm down. Look at how she’s reacting.* For the first time since she’d cornered him an hour earlier, Jessica didn’t look as if she was thoroughly enjoying herself.
“Is that what you think?” he said a bit more calmly, watching her face. “You think a father can’t genuinely want to protect his daughter?” A shadow wavered in her eyes, and in the midst of everything else he was feeling - apprehension, anger, determination - he felt a flicker of pity. He didn’t try to hide it.
A split second later he realized his mistake as a look of pure contempt twisted her features. “Don’t look at me like that,” she said, crossing the short distance between them with the easy gait of a predator. Strong fingers wrapped around his jaw, forced him to look up - and though he knew her gift was superhuman strength, he was still startled by the reality of it, the casual ease with which she controlled him, as he had been surprised earlier to find himself so quickly rendered helpless.
“I think…” she said, gazing down at him speculatively, “I think you protest too much. And I know you’re not the wholesome family man you claim to be.” She let go her grip, fingers moving up to stroke along his jawline. “No, not any more than you’re a paper salesman.”
His mind was racing. *She wants something from me*, he thought. That was progress. It meant that now she was off balance. But it also made her more dangerous.
“Sounds like you think you have me figured out,” he said calmly. “Forgive me if I seem skeptical.” The measured tone concealed a riot of confused feelings. Adrenalin charged his system, and it was hard to say whether he felt more fear or exhilaration.
She smiled. “I’ll give you a demonstration.” She took off her jacket, laying it on the table behind her; the pantsuit she wore underneath revealed bare shoulders.
Dropping to a crouch, she undid his tie, slid it from his neck slowly, as if she were contemplating the uses for it. He said nothing. She unbuttoned his shirt, watching his face for a reaction; he did his best not to give her one, though he could feel his pulse race as her hands moved over his chest. A small gasp escaped him when her nails raked his nipples. A mixture of feelings moved through him - arousal was definitely in the mix, along with anger, embarrassment, guilt and more than a hint of genuine fear. He struggled to maintain his composure.
“You may as well relax,” she said. “You’re not fooling me.” She took his face in both hands and kissed him. She smelled good - some kind of expensive perfume. Even as part of his mind was trying to decide the most strategic response, an involuntary response threatened to sweep away every hint of composure. He no longer knew how much of the exhilaration he felt was fear.
She reached up to remove his glasses, thought better of it. “No, I want you to be able to see,” she said, fingers stroking over his face. “Not such a squeaky clean family man at all,” she said, moving up to straddle his lap. He shifted his weight. The pain of the handcuffs digging into his wrists competed with a torrent of other sensations for his attention.
He gave her his best attempt at a calm smile. “If I said this would be more fun if I had my hands free, I don’t suppose you’d fall for it,” he said.
“Not a chance.” She shifted her weight back. He groaned slightly at the added strain on his shoulders. A moment later he gasped as he felt her take hold of him through his pants. She shook her head, smiling. “Reacting like that to a woman who isn’t your wife - or your daughter. Tsk, tsk.” Her fingers traced the unmistakable outline. “What are we going to do with you?” she asked rhetorically.
“Evidently, whatever you want to,” he said evenly, watching her reaction. He knew now what she wanted from him, and though he’d generally been faithful to his wife, he felt only a little guilt at what he was doing. Jessica needed to conquer strong men, men who reminded her of the domineering father she’d once known. Perhaps if he gave her what she wanted… A jolt of fear cut through the fog that was taking over his thoughts. If Jessica thought he was just as bad as her father - just as deserving of punishment -
“No,” he said firmly, doing his best to project a certainty that he didn’t feel.
Jessica drew back slightly, fixing him with a look of disbelief. “No?”
“No. This isn’t right. You can kill me if you want to, but not *this*.”
Jessica gave him a look of contempt mingled with anger. “That’s not up to you to decide.” She took hold of his face more roughly, leaning in for a harder kiss. He held his breath.
From the driveway outside came the sound of tires on gravel, then car doors opening. They were out of time.
“Too bad,” Jessica said. She made a half-hearted attempt to button his shirt before stepping back. “If they don’t kill you right away, perhaps we’ll have a chance to continue this.”
“I suggest you put in a request with Linderman,” he said. “See what he says.” He had just a moment to savor her look of annoyance before the Primatech team came in.
“He’s all yours,” Jessica told Thompson. “Mostly undamaged, though I may have put a few bruises on him. I’d be happy to add a few more if you'd like.” She gave Candice a look that clearly said “Hands off.”
As they were about to leave - Thompson gesturing with his gun for Bennet to go ahead of him, as if he seriously thought Bennet might try to make a run for it with his hands once again handcuffed behind his back --, Bennet turned to Jessica. “Do me a favor. Tell Nikki that I meant everything I said the last time I saw her. And the question she asked me - the answer is yes.”
With that, he turned to go out to the waiting black car. It was a gamble, had been from the moment he let himself be captured, but if the message got through, the whole crazy scheme just might work. At least, he told himself, it had been worth a shot.
Title: Captured
Pairing: Mr. Bennet (HRG)/Jessica
Rating: R for some sexual content and language
Spoilers: Through "Company Man"
Word count: 1571
Note: I'm assuming an AU-ish backstory in which Bennet has read Primatech files on Jessica/Nikki and had prior contact with Nikki. I'm not aware of any evidence for any of that having happened on the show.
“This wouldn’t have been my choice,” she announced in a tone of bored contempt. A speculative glint in her eyes said she wasn’t telling the whole truth.
“Well, we can’t always choose our assignments,” Bennet said easily. He wondered how much time he had. They were about an hour’s drive out of Vegas; it would take the Company at least that long to get someone out there to pick him up.
“No, if it’d been up to me,” she continued, “I would have gone for a clean hit. They’re wasting my time, getting me to do guard duty, when we both know they’re going to kill you. Selfish of them to deny me the pleasure.” She leaned back against the table, her right hand resting easily on the gun she’d laid there. “Well, who knows. Maybe somebody higher up wants to do the honors himself.”
“Or maybe they want something from me,” he said, giving her one of his best I-know-something-you-don’t smiles.
She snorted. “Not likely.”
Bennet made an attempt at a shrug - as close an approximation as he could manage, with his arms pulled back, wrists handcuffed together at the back of the chair. The position was already getting uncomfortable. He shifted slightly, trying to ease the strain on his shoulders. “I guess we’ll see when they get here,” he said lightly.
Jessica gave him a speculative smile. “You think you’re pretty smart, don’t you.”
Bennet waited.
“Oh yeah. So smart you could bring down the Company all by yourself. You and a couple of misfits. I don’t call that smart. I call that suicidal.”
“I needed to protect my family,” he said. “Surely you can understand that.” He’d read her file. Jessica believed her basic purpose was to protect Nikki and Micah. A slender basis for establishing a rapport, but it was all he had.
She snorted again. “Looks like you’re doing a great job of it,” she said, gesturing to where he sat bound and helpless. “Might’ve done better if you’d just shut up and done what you were told.”
“And let them take my daughter? I couldn’t do that.” Damn, the handcuffs were tight. She’d run the short chain around the support where the back met the base of the chair, locking him to it. Even leaning forward was almost impossible. He shifted again, feeling the chair back dig into his upper arms. “No, I made the right choice, and I would do it again. I would do anything to protect my daughter.”
Something flashed in Jessica’s eyes. “Oh yeah, you’re quite the devoted father,” she snapped. “A real family man.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” he snapped back, encouraged by her reaction. If he couldn’t establish a rapport, he’d settle for ticking her off. Either one would throw her off balance.
“It means that I don’t buy it. The whole daddy-dearest routine. You’re this possessive of your daughter, it probably means you’re fucking her. Or dreaming about it.”
He felt as if he’d been slapped. “How dare you-“ He caught himself. *Calm down. Look at how she’s reacting.* For the first time since she’d cornered him an hour earlier, Jessica didn’t look as if she was thoroughly enjoying herself.
“Is that what you think?” he said a bit more calmly, watching her face. “You think a father can’t genuinely want to protect his daughter?” A shadow wavered in her eyes, and in the midst of everything else he was feeling - apprehension, anger, determination - he felt a flicker of pity. He didn’t try to hide it.
A split second later he realized his mistake as a look of pure contempt twisted her features. “Don’t look at me like that,” she said, crossing the short distance between them with the easy gait of a predator. Strong fingers wrapped around his jaw, forced him to look up - and though he knew her gift was superhuman strength, he was still startled by the reality of it, the casual ease with which she controlled him, as he had been surprised earlier to find himself so quickly rendered helpless.
“I think…” she said, gazing down at him speculatively, “I think you protest too much. And I know you’re not the wholesome family man you claim to be.” She let go her grip, fingers moving up to stroke along his jawline. “No, not any more than you’re a paper salesman.”
His mind was racing. *She wants something from me*, he thought. That was progress. It meant that now she was off balance. But it also made her more dangerous.
“Sounds like you think you have me figured out,” he said calmly. “Forgive me if I seem skeptical.” The measured tone concealed a riot of confused feelings. Adrenalin charged his system, and it was hard to say whether he felt more fear or exhilaration.
She smiled. “I’ll give you a demonstration.” She took off her jacket, laying it on the table behind her; the pantsuit she wore underneath revealed bare shoulders.
Dropping to a crouch, she undid his tie, slid it from his neck slowly, as if she were contemplating the uses for it. He said nothing. She unbuttoned his shirt, watching his face for a reaction; he did his best not to give her one, though he could feel his pulse race as her hands moved over his chest. A small gasp escaped him when her nails raked his nipples. A mixture of feelings moved through him - arousal was definitely in the mix, along with anger, embarrassment, guilt and more than a hint of genuine fear. He struggled to maintain his composure.
“You may as well relax,” she said. “You’re not fooling me.” She took his face in both hands and kissed him. She smelled good - some kind of expensive perfume. Even as part of his mind was trying to decide the most strategic response, an involuntary response threatened to sweep away every hint of composure. He no longer knew how much of the exhilaration he felt was fear.
She reached up to remove his glasses, thought better of it. “No, I want you to be able to see,” she said, fingers stroking over his face. “Not such a squeaky clean family man at all,” she said, moving up to straddle his lap. He shifted his weight. The pain of the handcuffs digging into his wrists competed with a torrent of other sensations for his attention.
He gave her his best attempt at a calm smile. “If I said this would be more fun if I had my hands free, I don’t suppose you’d fall for it,” he said.
“Not a chance.” She shifted her weight back. He groaned slightly at the added strain on his shoulders. A moment later he gasped as he felt her take hold of him through his pants. She shook her head, smiling. “Reacting like that to a woman who isn’t your wife - or your daughter. Tsk, tsk.” Her fingers traced the unmistakable outline. “What are we going to do with you?” she asked rhetorically.
“Evidently, whatever you want to,” he said evenly, watching her reaction. He knew now what she wanted from him, and though he’d generally been faithful to his wife, he felt only a little guilt at what he was doing. Jessica needed to conquer strong men, men who reminded her of the domineering father she’d once known. Perhaps if he gave her what she wanted… A jolt of fear cut through the fog that was taking over his thoughts. If Jessica thought he was just as bad as her father - just as deserving of punishment -
“No,” he said firmly, doing his best to project a certainty that he didn’t feel.
Jessica drew back slightly, fixing him with a look of disbelief. “No?”
“No. This isn’t right. You can kill me if you want to, but not *this*.”
Jessica gave him a look of contempt mingled with anger. “That’s not up to you to decide.” She took hold of his face more roughly, leaning in for a harder kiss. He held his breath.
From the driveway outside came the sound of tires on gravel, then car doors opening. They were out of time.
“Too bad,” Jessica said. She made a half-hearted attempt to button his shirt before stepping back. “If they don’t kill you right away, perhaps we’ll have a chance to continue this.”
“I suggest you put in a request with Linderman,” he said. “See what he says.” He had just a moment to savor her look of annoyance before the Primatech team came in.
“He’s all yours,” Jessica told Thompson. “Mostly undamaged, though I may have put a few bruises on him. I’d be happy to add a few more if you'd like.” She gave Candice a look that clearly said “Hands off.”
As they were about to leave - Thompson gesturing with his gun for Bennet to go ahead of him, as if he seriously thought Bennet might try to make a run for it with his hands once again handcuffed behind his back --, Bennet turned to Jessica. “Do me a favor. Tell Nikki that I meant everything I said the last time I saw her. And the question she asked me - the answer is yes.”
With that, he turned to go out to the waiting black car. It was a gamble, had been from the moment he let himself be captured, but if the message got through, the whole crazy scheme just might work. At least, he told himself, it had been worth a shot.