Kink Bingo: Time to Concentrate
Jun. 21st, 2014 04:05 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jeriendhalSquare: Gags
Warnings: Sexual themes (duh!)
Tags: M/f, ribbons, bondage, gags, Rolas and Melanie, Red Vixen
It wasn't often she could persuade Rolas to be properly aggressive in his lovemaking, Melanie reflected. But by the Holy Mother he could be delicious when he did, like now, standing before her bare chested in leather breeches, snarling softly at her as they faced each other in their bedchamber.
“Strip,” he ordered, eye locked on hers.
“Yes, milord,” she said, smiling at him as she stood in front of the foot of the bed. Melanie made a proper show of it, unbuttoning her blouse and tossing it aside, then removing her bra, paws cupping her bare breast, fingers stroking. Then her paws moved down, unbuckling the belt of her skirt. She offered the belt to him, but he merely shook his head slightly and motioned for her to drop it to the floor, as his breathing deepened and his paws clenched at his sides.
He took a step forward, taking hold of her shoulders. “Paws behind your back,” he breathed softly. She obeyed, smiling as she felt a wide red silk ribbon wrap around them, soon snugged nice and tight.
“Whatever am I going to do with no paws?” she asked, in mock demureness.
“What do you think?” he replied, smirking. He pushed her gently to her knees, taking more red ribbon to knot around her throat, the other end leashing her to the foot of the bed. “Open your mouth and close your eyes, and someone is going to get a big surprise,” he chanted mockingly.
“Of course, milord,” she replied, licking her muzzle briefly. She closed her eyes and opened her muzzle wide, waiting for it to be filled. But instead of what she expected, she felt what seemed to be a licorice flavored cylinder pressed between her jaws. Then Rolas' strong paw grabbed her muzzle, forcing her to bite down on the intruder. It seemed to melt in her mouth, flowing over her fangs and tongue, sealing everything together into one sticky mass. Rolas let go of her muzzle, and she opened her eyes to try and mmmph at him indignantly, but not a sound emerged.
“That's what's called a nanogag,” he said, looking down at her, his expression turning a bit colder. “It'll release in about... oh... six hours or so. In the meantime...” He turned away from her and the bed, plopping himself in front of her comsole desk in the corner of the room. “I'm going to through all of your files pertaining to your career as the Red Vixen, so I know exactly what you've done and I don't have to worry about being blindsided with something like Ali's past again. And you don't get to either complain or make justifications.
She tried to stand up, her eyes pleading, but leash at her throat was too short to allow her to rise to more than a crouch, and that damned gag barely allowed her to huff out an annoyed breath through her nostrils.
“If I don't find any surprises, you'll get a reward,” he said, then added darkly, “If I do...”
Melanie gulped, and twisted her wrists in the ribbon restraints, wondering how fast her claws could tear through them....
Warnings: Sexual themes (duh!)
Tags: M/f, ribbons, bondage, gags, Rolas and Melanie, Red Vixen
It wasn't often she could persuade Rolas to be properly aggressive in his lovemaking, Melanie reflected. But by the Holy Mother he could be delicious when he did, like now, standing before her bare chested in leather breeches, snarling softly at her as they faced each other in their bedchamber.
“Strip,” he ordered, eye locked on hers.
“Yes, milord,” she said, smiling at him as she stood in front of the foot of the bed. Melanie made a proper show of it, unbuttoning her blouse and tossing it aside, then removing her bra, paws cupping her bare breast, fingers stroking. Then her paws moved down, unbuckling the belt of her skirt. She offered the belt to him, but he merely shook his head slightly and motioned for her to drop it to the floor, as his breathing deepened and his paws clenched at his sides.
He took a step forward, taking hold of her shoulders. “Paws behind your back,” he breathed softly. She obeyed, smiling as she felt a wide red silk ribbon wrap around them, soon snugged nice and tight.
“Whatever am I going to do with no paws?” she asked, in mock demureness.
“What do you think?” he replied, smirking. He pushed her gently to her knees, taking more red ribbon to knot around her throat, the other end leashing her to the foot of the bed. “Open your mouth and close your eyes, and someone is going to get a big surprise,” he chanted mockingly.
“Of course, milord,” she replied, licking her muzzle briefly. She closed her eyes and opened her muzzle wide, waiting for it to be filled. But instead of what she expected, she felt what seemed to be a licorice flavored cylinder pressed between her jaws. Then Rolas' strong paw grabbed her muzzle, forcing her to bite down on the intruder. It seemed to melt in her mouth, flowing over her fangs and tongue, sealing everything together into one sticky mass. Rolas let go of her muzzle, and she opened her eyes to try and mmmph at him indignantly, but not a sound emerged.
“That's what's called a nanogag,” he said, looking down at her, his expression turning a bit colder. “It'll release in about... oh... six hours or so. In the meantime...” He turned away from her and the bed, plopping himself in front of her comsole desk in the corner of the room. “I'm going to through all of your files pertaining to your career as the Red Vixen, so I know exactly what you've done and I don't have to worry about being blindsided with something like Ali's past again. And you don't get to either complain or make justifications.
She tried to stand up, her eyes pleading, but leash at her throat was too short to allow her to rise to more than a crouch, and that damned gag barely allowed her to huff out an annoyed breath through her nostrils.
“If I don't find any surprises, you'll get a reward,” he said, then added darkly, “If I do...”
Melanie gulped, and twisted her wrists in the ribbon restraints, wondering how fast her claws could tear through them....
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Date: 2014-06-21 08:18 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-06-21 09:58 am (UTC)Presumably he found SOMETHING embarrassing in those files, though no marriage breaking.