Captured: NC-17, PWP

[windswept_fic]

          The room was cold.

Sergei’s knees ached as they pressed against the unforgiving concrete floor, pinned beneath him as he knelt. The air in the basement room was stale, chill, raising goosebumps on his bare arms and prickling the hairs on the back of his neck. His wrists were trapped behind him with a length of rope, the rough

Comments

[jadedragon_84]

Wow! that was intense, and very hot! that was very nicely written, and the submissive/dominant was awesome!

[cradle_song]

*g* Glad you liked!

[_goldenroad_]

Oh my god that was unbelievably hot! That role-playing was just like...wow. So hot. Your writing is so good!

[cradle_song]

Aw, why thank you. ^_^

[kaatiya]

I second the "wow!" above. That's about the only useful thing I have to say at the moment (my mind is blown by the sheer hotness of this story). Excellently written. So steamy, I think my windows are fogging up. Please write more. I love your stuff!

[cradle_song]

*snicker* I'm glad you liked it so much! *G*

[bkm5191]

omg hot mind fuck.

fabulous!

[cradle_song]

Hee, those two are so fun to screw with their heads. (especially teh subby Sergei *pets him*)

[caitlin]

Whoa.

Now that was just damn intense. =D

And then there's the ending. Wow. And yay! =D

(what, you want coherent at 6:15am?)

C.

[cradle_song]

Coherency is overrated. Can't expect it before nine, at least. *G*