A 2005 ‘Games People Play’ contest entry.
Author: Elaine G (EvilGrin) [email protected]
Rating: NC17—sex, of course, consensual bondage
Disclaimer: Riddick, of course, is not mine, Ava Black is right out of my demented head
Summary:after an interesting event in ::GRANGER’S RUN::, Riddick gets a case of the playfuls…
Feedback:In this thread only please. No shreds; I write for fun only
A/N:for those not already familiar, the italics are Riddick’s thoughts/conversation
I had tied her to the bed the other day. I was kidding around at the time. She’s always getting out of bed before me, and I hate it. I just wanted to make sure she was there when I woke up. Now I can’t get the picture out of my head.
Like I said. It started out as playing. Straddling your lap, drinking a cup of coffee, as though seeing you like that had no effect on me at all. Your hips pushing against mine, trying to find leverage. Struggling to free your hands tied behind your head, watching your breasts bounce, nipples hard, as the cold hits them.
You weren’t afraid, knowing I would never hurt you, so I guess you were free to lie back, knowing you’d only go free when I let you, and knowing you were safe anyways.
You’ve always been an animal, Ava. MY animal. I love it when you let me pin you. Love when that animal in you breaks loose underneath me. Love it more when I can control it. So I can’t get the picture of you tied to the bed out of my head. Maybe I’ve picked up some weird fetish from too much time in prison. Maybe it’s just you.
What is he up to now. It can’t be the getting out of bed thing again, I’ve been going to bed late, so I won’t wake up before he does. My wrists, tied together, a separate piece of strap tying my to the bed. He’s done a better job of it this time, I almost wriggled out before, I don’t think that will happen this time. Naked. Not tied anywhere else.
No chance to say anything. Sometimes even I forget how fast you are. Your hand over my mouth, firm, pressing my lips into my teeth. You straddle my waist in one fluid movement. I have to admit, you have me a little curious, Riddick. Your hand pushing my chin up, making me expose my throat to you.
There is no asking in your voice, a whisper, nuzzling my throat, your naked chest pressing to mine.
“The only thing I want you to say is yes. Will you say yes for me Ava?”
Your beautiful quicksilver eyes, inches from mine. You’re asking for my permission. Asking me to trust you. The first I grant freely. The second you never had to ask for in the first place. Hold your eyes for a second longer, let you move your hand.
I open my mouth to say something else. Your fingers touch my lips.
“Quiet, Ava. No talking.”
I can smell the need on you, the musky animal scent of male sweat. I lie back, feeling my nipples harden, I arch my back, pressing into you. You said no talking, you didn’t say no moving. Bite my exposed throat, pinching my skin in your teeth. Your hands are rougher with me than usual, squeezing my breast, pinching an already painfully hard nipple, making me gasp.
“Quiet, Ava, I said to be quiet.”
You pick your shirt up off the floor, and gag me with it. I’m sure I could dislodge it pretty easily, but I did give my permission for this.
My nipple between your teeth, first one, then the other, hard enough to hurt. I bite into the shirt rather than cry out. Press my hips up, feeling you push back, small circle with my hips, enough to make you moan. Both of us are breathing hard now, as you slide between my legs, watching my face through the vee of my breasts. Hands on my thighs, thumbs stroking my wet lips, your mouth is everywhere but where I want it to be, biting my thighs, pinching one tender lip and then the other between your teeth.
I ache for your tongue, sliding under my hood, with such an intensity that when it comes, it’s an agony, everything in my wanting to pull back, but unable, and unwilling to. One, then two, fingers, slide around my lip, before slipping deep inside, back and forth, pressing my g-spot, and pulling away again, matching the rhythm of your tongue on my clitoris. My back starting to arch, struggling not to scream, feeling the deep flutter, as I race towards orgasm.
Scream of frustration as you pull back, before I finish. Damn, you’re fast, back, straddling my lap, your hand back over my mouth, over the shirt.
“Quiet! You’ll come when I say.”
Your voice, low, ragged, and dangerous, struggling to contain yourself. Not quite so agreeable now as at first, my own animal rising up to meet yours, my growl a little higher, but no less insistent. You roughly flip me over, holding me by the waist. It’s awkward, my hands being tied, and you have far more control of me in this position. Sit behind me on your heels, dealing with your pants.
You pull me roughly up by the waist, pushing your knees to the outside of mine, pushing my chest into the bed, pinning me beneath you. You lean over my back, covering my mouth with your hand, before you enter me from behind, in one stroke, right to the hilt. I scream into your hand, as you withdraw, almost fully, before thrusting deep again, and again. So much larger in this tighter, more constricted position, your own knees pressing mine ever closer together, until I feel that you will rip me apart. Your breath ragged, your teeth bared against my neck, you continue, faster, until that tell tale flutter, from deep inside me, has you pull out of me. Both of us screaming in frustration. Mine’s muffled, yours isn’t.
You pull me over onto my back again. Ripping the shirt out of my mouth, both of us now, with our teeth bared. The animal in both of us screaming for release. You cover my mouth again, before bringing your face close to mine, worried I’ll bite.
“Not until I let you, Ava.”
Your other hand reaches back, holding my calf, pushing it back, further, as far as it will go. You enter me, and wait, just at the edge, short, shallow strokes, just the head, my muffled cries more insistent under your hand. You enter me slowly, fully. I gasp, struggling to arc my hips in time with you, but I’m pinned, immobile. Squeezing you with my inner muscles is the only response I’m allowed. Our bodies slick with sweat, as you find the rhythm that will drive me over the edge.
I feel the deep flutter, and close my eyes, unable to stop the escaping whimper. I don’t want you to stop, I don’t know how much more of this I can take. But you’re not stopping. Your hand on my calf eases, slowly helping me lower it, painfully cramped, holding my thigh close to you.
My hips, now free, rise in time to you, our rhythm perfect, the animals within released, yet restrained, moving as one. Your hand no longer covering my mouth, but I bite my lip, against my own animal cries, waiting, fighting release, feeling my back arch, the explosion of white light ready to wash over me. Waiting.
“Come for me, Ava.”
The next stroke sends me over the edge. My body fills with white fire, a rolling wave of such intense pleasure that I believe my back will break, arching up into you, wanting more of you inside me than I can possibly have. My scream is ragged, having waited so long, I no longer have the breath for it, and arch back, struggling to breath. Your own roar, buried in my neck. One last thrust, pulsing, your own release, as I spray.
Your hands reaching up, to untie me, from the pipe first, carefully pulling my aching arms down. Pulling me to sit up in your lap, as you carefully untie my wrists. Gently kissing me, your hands in my hair, before holding me, exhausted, to your chest.
Damn. Learn something new every day.