One Little Word
Author's Note: Sorry about any mistakes, misspellings, etc - my beta won't touch PWP with a ten-foot pole.
One Little Word
There are no chains binding her to the wall she’s currently pressed against. He doesn’t need chains, he just needs his telekinesis. There is no blindfold covering her eyes, she doesn’t need the assistance to keep her eyes closed. There is no sound in the room other than the sound of her cries and screams and his laughter.
“Oh, does little Claire-Bear wish she wasn’t here? Poor baby. You know how easy it would be to have me release you. Just say it. C’mon, babydoll, you know what I want to hear. This could be over, so quickly, it’d be so easy for you to do.”
His mouth is so close to her ear that the warmth of his breath sends shivers down her spine, just like the feel of his knife against her throat.
She refuses to speak. Another tear slips out from under her eyelash. It doesn’t persuade him to stop his slow torture.
He’s got the blade turned so that she isn’t in danger of being cut. The cool steel slides against her skin, down her throat and onto her shoulder. The edge of the knife slides under, and then snaps, the thin strap of her tank top. The other strap had been cut earlier. Without the straps for support, her tank slips past her breasts and pools around her hips. After dropping the knife on the floor, he slides his hand under the edge of her bra, and the feeling of his callused thumb circling her nipple is enough to make her whimper.
“Please, no.”
His only response is a low chuckle. He grabs the edge of the tank, and pulls it down past her hips, down her legs, and helps her step out of it. He presses a kiss against the bare flesh of her ankle. He slides his hand up her leg, all the way to her thigh and then slowly, deliberately, eases it up under her skirt.
Her breath catches, and he doesn’t need his enhanced senses to hear her moans as his fingers slowly circle around her clit or to feel how very wet she is.
“Claire, Claire, Claire. What exactly am I going to have to do to you in order to get what I want? One little word, baby, that’s all.”
She still doesn’t reply.
He presses his lips to her throat just as he presses his fingers into her sopping cunt. The feel of her fluttering pulse under his lips is enough to make him want to forget his mission and just take her already, but he knows that he can’t. He curls his fingers, finding her g-spot easily. Her sudden scream almost deafens him when he does hit the magic spot.
She can feel his stubble tickle her throat as his mouth twists into a smirk at her shriek.
“Good girl. Scream for me again, babydoll?” He twists his fingers, and then sets a brutal pace.
She can’t stop the screams, moans, and whispers from escaping from her throat as he finger fucks her into oblivion. She can’t stop herself from moaning “Sylar” as she comes. She also can’t stop herself from finally opening her eyes, as she feels his fingers slide out of her, just in time to see him licking her cum off of his fingers.
“Sweet as sugar, babydoll. Want a taste?”
She turns her head to the side, face flushing with embarrassment.
A quick flick of his wrist, and her bonds release. She starts to think that maybe he’s going to let her go, but quickly realizes the foolishness of that idea. Instead, he picks her up and carries her over to his nearby bed. He roughly drops her on the bed. She scrambles back on her elbows until her head hits the headboard. The look in his eyes scares her. They’ve gone completely black with lust. He slowly crawls toward her on the bed until he’s completely covered her with his body. Out of her control, her arms fly out to the side and then above her head as he binds her right wrist over her left. He then uses his powers to rip her skirt off. She gasps at the sting of the fabric against her skin.
Her skin tastes so good he almost wants to cry. He slowly kisses the soft skin behind her ear, and then trails kisses down her neck to her breasts. She thinks he’s going to stop there, but he just continues kissing down her stomach until he reaches his nirvana.
At the first swipe of his tongue against her clit, she thinks she’s going to orgasm again. Realizing that she’s close, he roughly bites into the tender flesh of her thigh, just a little love bite to keep her focused on him instead of his own pleasure. She never knew how very good, very very good, pain could feel until then. She wishes that her hands weren’t bound so that she could run her fingers through his hair and hold him in place. Before she’s come off the orgasmic peak that she’s on, he’s taken her there again with his talented tongue. Again and again, until she thinks she’s going to pass out, his tongue flutters inside her and his fingers play with her clit. The room seems to be spinning, and she can’t seem to get a deep enough breath of air. He laughs at her response, at her gasping breaths, and the feel of his stubble against her thighs feels unlike anything she’s ever felt before. As the room starts to go black, she can’t help but gasp “Uncle!”
He immediately releases her hands, and removes his mouth from between her legs. Such a good girl, he’d been able to keep the foreplay going for a few hours this time before she called out their safety word. Normally, he’d stop his teasing and just go ahead and fuck her like she wanted when she finally called out, but she was too worn out this time.
Smiling down at her, he pulled the covers over them, wrapped his arms around her, and fell asleep holding his wife closely to him.