Mercy
Title: Mercy
Author: Diane
Pairing: Lucas/Taylor
Prompt: Dominance
Rating: Adult Rated
Disclaimer: Nope, I don't own a thing!
Spoilers/Warnings: None as it's AU. Story contains scenes and language of a sexual nature.
Summary: Leaning forward, she kissed him ever so slowly, letting the tip of her tongue tickle and tease his lips.
Author's Notes: I recently posted a comment fic meme - stories mustn't be longer than the length of a LJ comment ie. 4,300 characters - on my personal journal and this has been written in response to Dawnie's request.
Lucas pulled at his bound wrists as he regarded the naked blonde sitting astride him. “How come you’re always on top?”
She laughed. “I think the question is, why do you always let me be on top?” Squeezing her pelvic muscles around his shaft which was deeply embedded within her, Taylor smirked as her boyfriend’s eyes rolled into the back of his head. “That good, huh?” Her breathing was ragged as she fought to keep control. There was nothing like having him tied up and helpless beneath her, his hips bucking up into her as she rode him hard and fast.
“Untie me!”
Taylor shook her head. “Not yet.” Keeping her gaze locked on his, she brought her hands up to cup and knead her breasts, her thumb and forefinger pinching her nipples which sent a delicious jolt of electricity direct to her clit which was already being stimulated from rubbing against Lucas’ pubic bone on her every down-stroke.
“Please... Tay...”
“No,” she told him. “And you know what else?”
Lucas inwardly groaned at her question. Going by past experience, he couldn’t help feeling she was about to dish out even more torture. “What?”
“You can’t come until I tell you to.”
“You can’t be serious!”
“Oh, believe me, I’m very serious,” she said, chuckling at the frustrated look on his face. She knew how close he was and wondered whether he’d be able to take the extra strain. Leaning forward, she kissed him ever so slowly, letting the tip of her tongue tickle and tease his lips.
With him distracted, Taylor took the opportunity to reach over into her nightstand and she smiled against his mouth when her hand came into contact with her favourite toy. Moving back into position, she slipped the molded silicone between their sweat-slick bodies, pressing it against his balls as she hit the switch.
“Christ!” Lucas exclaimed, his eyes instantly flying open as the toy’s vibrations pushed him even closer to the edge.
“Now, remember what I said, baby,” the blonde reminded him as she resumed sliding up and down his thick, hard length; savouring the buzzing sensation teasing her most sensitive places. “You can’t come until I say it’s okay.”
“Fuck!” he muttered under his breath as he fought to control his breathing in order to comply with her demand. He knew he was fighting a losing battle though when she leaned forward again, her body pressed against his keeping the toy firmly in place as she began sucking on his nipple. “No... don’t... I-I can’t...” he pleaded, his words an incoherent jumble.
“I thought you liked me doing that,” Taylor mocked.
“I do... but...”
“Just not right now, huh?”
“You’re such a bitch!” Lucas told her, his smile taking the sting out of his words.
“You know you love me.”
“Yeah, I do,” he admitted before asking, “So, you going to let me come anytime soon?”
“Nope!”
“Tay, c’mon!” The vibrations seemed to be getting stronger and he knew he wasn’t going to last much longer. “Baby, please!”
She didn’t say anything for a long moment, waiting until she felt her own orgasm rushing towards her and, speeding up her movements, she suddenly nodded, shouting “Okay” before she exploded around him.
Lucas cried her name as white noise filled his ears and stars burst behind his eyelids. His fingers gripped the metal bars of the headboard, imagining he was really holding onto his girlfriend’s hips.
Taylor felt as if her bones had melted as she collapsed on top of him, her head nestled in the crook of his shoulder while she tried to get her breathing back under control.
“Can you untie me before you fall asleep?”
Somehow finding the strength to push herself up so she could look into his face, she blew an errant lock of hair out of her face as she grinned down at him. “Hmm, don’t know about that, babe... I kinda like having you at my mercy,” she told him.
Lucas laughed, shaking his head. He wasn’t about to admit it but he kind of liked being at her mercy, too.
Fin