Fanfiction: Heroes: Consequences
Title: Consequences
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Sylar/Elle
Warnings: Bondage, Dom/Sub relationship.
Summary: After they come home from dinner, Sylar finds a way to punish Elle for her actions.
Author’s note: Part of my Slave!Elle verse. This one technically takes place after “Dinner Date” though you don’t need to read the first one to get this one. This was written for dragynflies’ CEO day at heroes_exchange as she’s been asking for more of this verse for a while. Also being used for the “cage” prompt for Kink Bingo! Thanks goes to faded_facade for the beta!
As soon as they got home from the restaurant, Sylar locked all the doors to the house. He approached Elle, twisting his hand so that her dress ripped off of her. Inwardly, Elle was disappointed because that meant he probably wouldn’t take her out again anytime soon.
But she was soon snapped out of her thoughts by the sound of Sylar’s demanding growl. “Downstairs, now.”
Elle knew better than to disobey right now, not after she’s been bad all night. But instead of fear, she felt a shiver of anticipation run down her spine as she made her way down to the basement, where he usually kept her. It was always exciting to see what her master would do when he was pissed off. She couldn’t wait. She could feel a wetness grow between her legs as she thought about it.
A minute or two passed before Sylar joined her, a dark, cruel smirk playing on his lips. “Get in the cage, Elle.”
Elle blinked in confusion as she looked back to her cage. Although Sylar often kept her inside of it, he never had sex with her in it. It was too small for that. She couldn’t figure out what he had in mind, and for a moment, she hesitated.
Sylar brought up a hand, choking her with his telekinesis a little. “I said to get in the cage, Elle. That wasn’t a suggestion, that was a command.” His voice was firm, the kind of tone that said that he was not to be messed with.
Elle’s favorite tone.
She complied, and made her way to the cage, kneeling down on the floor as Sylar locked it. “What’s wrong, Master?” she asked with a tilt of her head. She had a good idea of why he was angry with her, but she wanted to hear it from his lips. The whole night she had flirted and misbehaved at the restaurant, and by the end of the evening, she could practically feel the rage radiate off him.
“You know what you did wrong,” he said in a cool tone as he approached the cage. Every step was calculated, small and firm. “I was kind enough to shut that off on the condition that all you had to do was be well behaved for the rest of the evening,” he paused to gesture to the butterfly vibrator that was still strapped on and pressed against her clit. “And all you did was disobey me.”
“Sorry, Master,” she looked down. She didn’t feel bad, but it was the part she was supposed to play. She had long since learned her role in all of this, and not only did she accept it, she enjoyed it. She liked following his commands, his orders. She liked when he praised her afterward for being a good girl, for doing a wonderful job. No one ever praised her when she worked at the Company. But no matter how much she angered Sylar, he always had at least a few words of praise by the time they were done. That alone made everything else worth it.
Besides which, it felt good when he was in control. Pleasurable, even when he was hurting her, maybe even more so then.
Sylar clucked his tongue as he pulled the remote for the vibrator out of his pocket. “Now, now, my pet, you know what I’ve told you before about lying.”
Elle paused, as if she needed a moment to recall what he had told her. She didn’t. “Don’t do it?” she asked with a curious tone of her voice.
“Exactly.” He smirked and flipped the switch on a low setting, for now anyways. “For that alone, I should punish you. For being such a disobedient thing, tonight you will be servicing me, but not only will you be not allowed to come, but I won’t touch you.”
Elle gasped, genuinely this time. “Master, that’s too much!” Suddenly, she had an inkling why he had demanded her to stay in the cage.
Sylar shrugged his shoulders in a nonchalant manner as he pulled down his pants to reveal his throbbing erection. “You should have thought about that before being such a bad girl.” He motioned with his hand and from across the room came flying his favorite pair of handcuffs. Nothing padded or anything like that. Just cold hard metal. Another move of his hand and the hand cuffs were chaining Elle to the change. “To make sure you don’t try to get yourself off,” He explained with another smirk.
“Of course, mas-“ But before Elle could even finish getting her words out, he was pushing his erection through the slits of the cage, pressing against her mouth. She opened up to oblige him, taking him in as much as she could with the cold metal bars separating them.
“Talking time is over, Elle.” He thrusted deep into her mouth, laughing a little cruelly as she gasped out in surprise. It was always a good thing when he caught her off guard. It made her reactions, more real, more genuine, and that much more appealing to him because of it.
Elle sucked at his cock eagerly, running her tongue over the tip. It felt hard and ready for her, but she had a feeling he wasn’t bluffing tonight. The closest she was going to get to the feeling of him buried deep inside of her was imagining it happening. She moaned against his skin as she thought about it.
Sylar’s eyes twinkled with mischief. “You like that, don’t you Elle? You want more, don’t you?”
Without thinking, Elle nodded.
A cruel grin spread across Sylar’s lips as he turned the dial of the vibrator to a higher setting. “Remember Elle, you can’t come.”
She whimpered in response and instead tried to focus as much as she could on her task at hand and not at the vibrations between her legs. If she let herself come now, she knew things would only get worse. So instead she pushed herself up against the cage, nipples hardening against the cold metal as she sucked and licked at him still.
Sylar groaned, grabbing the bars of the cage to steady himself as she continued. He had to admit, she was always spectacular at this. The best he had ever encountered by far. Not that he had much prior experience, but that was hardly the point.
He watched as Elle smirked against his erection and nipped at his foreskin, causing him to groan out, pushing himself even deeper into the caverns of her mouth. At this rate, it wouldn’t be much longer until he came to fruition. His breathing was deep and shallow, his body overruled by wave after wave of pleasure. He turned the dial on the remote to the highest setting and smiled to himself as she whimpered.
If he was close, he wanted her to be close too. The only difference was that he could come, and she could not. Elle’s body was glowing with a light sheen of sweat from her actions, and it was almost breathtaking watching her as she worked against the cage, the metal bars leaving imprints against her pale skin. He had to resist the urge to reach out and stroke her tangled hair, because if he did, she wouldn’t learn her lesson.
As the vibrator continued to torture Elle, she picked up her pace, sucking at him harder and faster, and finally, it was too much for him. Sylar was overwhelmed by the white hot flash of release as his seed spilled inside of her mouth. He was pleased to watch her swallow every bit of it down. At least she had learned to no longer gag on it. He turned off the vibrator and pulled out of her, looking down at her as he caught his breath. Finally, he spoke, “Have you learned your lesson Elle?”
Elle squirmed against the handcuffs and rubbed her legs together, desperate for relief as she nodded. “Yes, Master.”
“Good,” Sylar purred, bending down to cup her face between the bars, pressing a brief kiss against her lips, where he could still taste traces of himself. He had decided she had deserved some sort of reward and he couldn’t help but smile the way she seemed to perk up after the kiss. He pulled away, running his fingers through her hair before standing up to pull his pants back on. He made his way to the door, pausing once he got there. He turned to look back at her. “Rest well, my pet. I’ll be fetching you in the morning, and if you’re a really good girl, I’ll let you come them.”
Elle nodded watching him as he left. She couldn’t wait.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Sylar/Elle
Warnings: Bondage, Dom/Sub relationship.
Summary: After they come home from dinner, Sylar finds a way to punish Elle for her actions.
Author’s note: Part of my Slave!Elle verse. This one technically takes place after “Dinner Date” though you don’t need to read the first one to get this one. This was written for dragynflies’ CEO day at heroes_exchange as she’s been asking for more of this verse for a while. Also being used for the “cage” prompt for Kink Bingo! Thanks goes to faded_facade for the beta!
As soon as they got home from the restaurant, Sylar locked all the doors to the house. He approached Elle, twisting his hand so that her dress ripped off of her. Inwardly, Elle was disappointed because that meant he probably wouldn’t take her out again anytime soon.
But she was soon snapped out of her thoughts by the sound of Sylar’s demanding growl. “Downstairs, now.”
Elle knew better than to disobey right now, not after she’s been bad all night. But instead of fear, she felt a shiver of anticipation run down her spine as she made her way down to the basement, where he usually kept her. It was always exciting to see what her master would do when he was pissed off. She couldn’t wait. She could feel a wetness grow between her legs as she thought about it.
A minute or two passed before Sylar joined her, a dark, cruel smirk playing on his lips. “Get in the cage, Elle.”
Elle blinked in confusion as she looked back to her cage. Although Sylar often kept her inside of it, he never had sex with her in it. It was too small for that. She couldn’t figure out what he had in mind, and for a moment, she hesitated.
Sylar brought up a hand, choking her with his telekinesis a little. “I said to get in the cage, Elle. That wasn’t a suggestion, that was a command.” His voice was firm, the kind of tone that said that he was not to be messed with.
Elle’s favorite tone.
She complied, and made her way to the cage, kneeling down on the floor as Sylar locked it. “What’s wrong, Master?” she asked with a tilt of her head. She had a good idea of why he was angry with her, but she wanted to hear it from his lips. The whole night she had flirted and misbehaved at the restaurant, and by the end of the evening, she could practically feel the rage radiate off him.
“You know what you did wrong,” he said in a cool tone as he approached the cage. Every step was calculated, small and firm. “I was kind enough to shut that off on the condition that all you had to do was be well behaved for the rest of the evening,” he paused to gesture to the butterfly vibrator that was still strapped on and pressed against her clit. “And all you did was disobey me.”
“Sorry, Master,” she looked down. She didn’t feel bad, but it was the part she was supposed to play. She had long since learned her role in all of this, and not only did she accept it, she enjoyed it. She liked following his commands, his orders. She liked when he praised her afterward for being a good girl, for doing a wonderful job. No one ever praised her when she worked at the Company. But no matter how much she angered Sylar, he always had at least a few words of praise by the time they were done. That alone made everything else worth it.
Besides which, it felt good when he was in control. Pleasurable, even when he was hurting her, maybe even more so then.
Sylar clucked his tongue as he pulled the remote for the vibrator out of his pocket. “Now, now, my pet, you know what I’ve told you before about lying.”
Elle paused, as if she needed a moment to recall what he had told her. She didn’t. “Don’t do it?” she asked with a curious tone of her voice.
“Exactly.” He smirked and flipped the switch on a low setting, for now anyways. “For that alone, I should punish you. For being such a disobedient thing, tonight you will be servicing me, but not only will you be not allowed to come, but I won’t touch you.”
Elle gasped, genuinely this time. “Master, that’s too much!” Suddenly, she had an inkling why he had demanded her to stay in the cage.
Sylar shrugged his shoulders in a nonchalant manner as he pulled down his pants to reveal his throbbing erection. “You should have thought about that before being such a bad girl.” He motioned with his hand and from across the room came flying his favorite pair of handcuffs. Nothing padded or anything like that. Just cold hard metal. Another move of his hand and the hand cuffs were chaining Elle to the change. “To make sure you don’t try to get yourself off,” He explained with another smirk.
“Of course, mas-“ But before Elle could even finish getting her words out, he was pushing his erection through the slits of the cage, pressing against her mouth. She opened up to oblige him, taking him in as much as she could with the cold metal bars separating them.
“Talking time is over, Elle.” He thrusted deep into her mouth, laughing a little cruelly as she gasped out in surprise. It was always a good thing when he caught her off guard. It made her reactions, more real, more genuine, and that much more appealing to him because of it.
Elle sucked at his cock eagerly, running her tongue over the tip. It felt hard and ready for her, but she had a feeling he wasn’t bluffing tonight. The closest she was going to get to the feeling of him buried deep inside of her was imagining it happening. She moaned against his skin as she thought about it.
Sylar’s eyes twinkled with mischief. “You like that, don’t you Elle? You want more, don’t you?”
Without thinking, Elle nodded.
A cruel grin spread across Sylar’s lips as he turned the dial of the vibrator to a higher setting. “Remember Elle, you can’t come.”
She whimpered in response and instead tried to focus as much as she could on her task at hand and not at the vibrations between her legs. If she let herself come now, she knew things would only get worse. So instead she pushed herself up against the cage, nipples hardening against the cold metal as she sucked and licked at him still.
Sylar groaned, grabbing the bars of the cage to steady himself as she continued. He had to admit, she was always spectacular at this. The best he had ever encountered by far. Not that he had much prior experience, but that was hardly the point.
He watched as Elle smirked against his erection and nipped at his foreskin, causing him to groan out, pushing himself even deeper into the caverns of her mouth. At this rate, it wouldn’t be much longer until he came to fruition. His breathing was deep and shallow, his body overruled by wave after wave of pleasure. He turned the dial on the remote to the highest setting and smiled to himself as she whimpered.
If he was close, he wanted her to be close too. The only difference was that he could come, and she could not. Elle’s body was glowing with a light sheen of sweat from her actions, and it was almost breathtaking watching her as she worked against the cage, the metal bars leaving imprints against her pale skin. He had to resist the urge to reach out and stroke her tangled hair, because if he did, she wouldn’t learn her lesson.
As the vibrator continued to torture Elle, she picked up her pace, sucking at him harder and faster, and finally, it was too much for him. Sylar was overwhelmed by the white hot flash of release as his seed spilled inside of her mouth. He was pleased to watch her swallow every bit of it down. At least she had learned to no longer gag on it. He turned off the vibrator and pulled out of her, looking down at her as he caught his breath. Finally, he spoke, “Have you learned your lesson Elle?”
Elle squirmed against the handcuffs and rubbed her legs together, desperate for relief as she nodded. “Yes, Master.”
“Good,” Sylar purred, bending down to cup her face between the bars, pressing a brief kiss against her lips, where he could still taste traces of himself. He had decided she had deserved some sort of reward and he couldn’t help but smile the way she seemed to perk up after the kiss. He pulled away, running his fingers through her hair before standing up to pull his pants back on. He made his way to the door, pausing once he got there. He turned to look back at her. “Rest well, my pet. I’ll be fetching you in the morning, and if you’re a really good girl, I’ll let you come them.”
Elle nodded watching him as he left. She couldn’t wait.