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shanachie_quillTitle: Ropes and Oil and Leather...Oh, MY! 2/2
Characters: Eliot/OFC
Fandom: Leverage
Summary: Eliot has taken some unusual jobs...but this one...this one...took on a whole new meaning to personal touch.
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Bondage, D/S, Sex Play
Spoilers: Nope, Pre-Series
Disclaimer: *sigh* Nope I didn't win them in the lottery so just the story idea belongs to me--not Leverage or Eliot.
Author's Note: So y'all got Part One yesterday and apparently you enjoyed it...so I sat down and began to work on Part Two today. Now I did have to consult my "expert" on a couple of things so had to wait until he came home again...and I'm not sure I like the way some of this turned out...but I'll let y'all be the judges...and this...I gotta tell ya...is a fuck of a lot longer than I intended it to be! Nor is it anything like I actually envisioned when I first started writing (cuz yeah there was a reason I mentioned Bri in that first convo) so hopefully this lives up to the hype of the first part.
Making a decision, he retrieved the bottle of oil from his jacket pocket and held it in one hand, allowing the heat to soak into it and warm it slightly. Letting some pool in his hand, he waited until he was sure the woman’s green eyes were focused on him. Then he began to slowly rub the oil over his chest. Smoothing it into his skin, he repeated the process until his entire chest glistened. By the time he dropped the bottle on the bed, she was panting and licking her lips; obviously attempting to incite him to join her.
Picking up the flogger he had pulled from the chest, he showed it to her. “Should I use this on you?” he asked, running it lightly along her leg. She twitched and dropped her eyes to his crotch. He knew she was looking for signs of arousal from him, but although he was beginning to feel the pull, the pants were keeping him from hardening much. “Should I flip you over and pinken that ass of yours?”
He spent a few minutes rubbing the flogger along her body, enjoying the way she twitched as it brushed sensitive parts. Mapping her body with it, he tossed it aside when he was done. “No, I don’t think I’m in that mood tonight.” Caressing her breast, he questioned, “What do you taste like?”
Leaning down, he swiped a tongue across the crest of her breasts, than looked up at her. “You can make noises,” he instructed. “Let me know if you’re enjoying this, but don’t speak.”
She nodded as he bent his head back down. Bracing himself with one hand on either side of her, but not actually touching her, he began to lick circles around her breast, making them slowly smaller until he reached the nipple. Sucking the now taunt peak into his hot mouth, he began to pull on it as he brought one hand up to cup the breast that wasn’t involved. When she began to moan, he bit down gently causing her to cry out in pleasure. More suction caused louder moans and his pants became uncomfortably tight. It had been a long time since he had been able to take his time with something like this.
Pulling his head back, he was pleased to find her flushed with arousal and that she had spread her legs for him. “Good, pet,” he praised. He picked up the nipple clamps he had chosen and showed them to her. “I’m going to put these on,” he warned her. Flicking first one nipple and then the other, he attached the clamps; making sure they were tight but not painful. Tugging gently on them, he smiled at the moan that issued from her mouth.
He ran his hand across her stomach, splaying his fingers before dipping down to test her. She was tight, tighter than he wanted and not really wet enough for the plans he had formulated. “What’s wrong, pet?” he asked and when she just looked at him, he added, “You can answer.”
“I need more stimulation,” she responded promptly.
He knew his smile was wicked as he picked up the bottle of oil again and puddled it into his hand. “And you’ll get more.” Making a fist, he allowed it to drizzle slowly through his fingers and onto her body. Turning he picked up the vibrator and showed it to her. Flipping the switch on low, he laid it against the sole of her foot, grabbing her ankle when she jerked away. “Oh, no, you don’t, darlin’.” He motioned to the ropes he hadn’t used yet. “I’ll tie your legs down if you don’t hold still.” She nodded frantically as he glared down at her. Relaxing his hold, he waited until he was sure she wouldn’t pull away before he began to move the vibrator again.
Sliding it along the inside of her legs, he dipped just the edge inside her; watching her face until the pain shifted into pleasure. As soon as it did, he pulled it back out. Up and across her stomach now until it rested against the clamp on her right breast. The moans that issued from her mouth as he pressed it, rotating it, made him bite back a moan of his own. Moving it to the other one, he held it there until she began crying out in a continuous stream. Lifting the vibrator, he held it above her until the noises issuing from her mouth ceased.
“You may not cum until I give you permission,” he instructed her as he lowered the vibrator again. When she nodded, he slipped it inside her, flicking the switch to up the speed slightly. Her channel walls clutched the machine and he slowly released it, making sure it was anchored firmly before he let go completely.
Prowling to the end of the bed, he growled, “Look at me.” When her green eyes locked on his, he motioned with a finger. “Follow my hand.” Almost lazily, he drew his hand down his torso, fingering his nipples for a few moments, before resting his fingers on the waistband of the pants. He toyed with the top button for a moment before popping it open with a flick of his finger. The other buttons swiftly followed, more from the pressure behind him than from his fingers.
Drawing his cock out, he began to stroke it slowly, his hand a familiar feeling. Rubbing a finger over the head as he reached the terminus of his stroke, he gathered a drop of pre-cum. Stretching over her; he pressed that finger against her lips. “Suck it.”
Drawing it into her mouth, she swirled her tongue around it, sucking it until he was sure she was going to pull the skin off. As she did that, he continued to stroke himself in rhythm to her motion. After a minute, he pulled back, checking the vibrator. “Ready to cum, pet?” he whispered in her ear, nudging it with his hand. When she nodded frantically, he tapped it again. “Not quite yet,” he instructed. “Just a minute more.”
Taking a condom from the bowl next to the bed, he ripped it open and quickly sheathed himself before bending her legs up so that they were spread and she was exposed to him. Kneeling on the bed, he said, “You may come now.”
Staring down at her, he watched as she let go of her control. Her hands gripped the ropes as her back arched and she wailed as she convulsed. He watched her with a practiced eye and just as the pleasure started to tip over into pain, he pulled the vibrator out. Soothing her with hands and wordless reassurances, he brought her down from the high. When he was sure she could understand him again, he began to praise her softly, murmuring words of reassurance.
“I’m going to take you now,” he warned her. “And I’m going to fuck you until you can’t remember your own name.”
She moaned at his comment as he tossed the vibrator to the side and arranged her to his liking. Picking up a towel from nearby, he gently cleaned all the oil and fluids from her body, hushing her as she tremored from the touch. Lobbing the towel aside, he reached out and snagged his jacket, pulling out the small tube of lube he had stuffed inside. Holding it up, he showed her what he had so she would be prepared.
Flipping the top open, he squirted some into his hand and allowed it to warm for a few minutes before slipping it inside her. Repeating the task a few times, he made sure to rub across her clit with his finger as he entered and withdrew. Finally satisfied that she was ready, he coated himself before easing his way inside.
She was still tight, but now wet enough that he slid in easily, and she moaned as he reached terminus. Pulling back, he snapped his hips forward, driving himself into her again. He tossed his head, throwing his hair out of his face, and braced himself on his hands, before beginning to thrust in earnest. She moved her hips towards him, meeting him.
He bent his head down, looking at her, gauging her reactions. If this was a woman he had taken to bed by choice; he would have kissed her or nuzzled her, but he had no wish to make that connection. He was fucking her, plain and simple.
Driving himself into her again and again, he watched to make sure he was causing pleasure. She was very responsive, her fingers clenching against the ropes as she rubbed herself against his body. He rolled his hips as he continued to thrust, brushing her g-spot as he twisted. She moaned, throwing her head back and knocking it against the wall. “Come on, darlin’,” he coaxed. “Come on, pet.” He leaned his head down by her ear. “Cum for me. Make me cum, too. Or do I need to fuck you harder?”
She moaned at his words, reaching blindly towards him with her mouth, but he turned his head aside. Putting his weight on one arm, he reached down and thumbed her clit, causing a spasm within her. Noting the reaction, he did it again and she toppled, screaming as she shattered.
He slammed into her as she convulsed, letting her orgasm squeeze him tightly. Pulling out again, he drove back in again as she continued to spasm and it finally triggered his own. Breathing heavily, he held himself up by force of will so he didn’t crush her under his weight. Looking down at her, he nodded as he realized she had passed out.
Withdrawing from him and catching the condom before he lost it, he stripped it off and found a plastic bag. Sticking the condom inside, he set it on the table before turning his attention to his clothes. Finding a washcloth, he wiped himself down and added it to the bag, then quickly buttoned his pants back up. Sitting down, he pulled his boots back on. A few short minutes later found him completely dressed and he took a second to check the woman. She was breathing easily and in no distress so he left her there. Tucking the bag into his pocket since the last thing he wanted to leave was evidence, he began his search.
He had been hired to retrieve a computer disc so the logical location was the woman’s office. Searching swiftly and as silently as he could, he rifled through the obviously places. When those turned up nothing of the sort, he began a more through look. Finally after taking the desk apart and looking for hidden compartments, he found it taped underneath one of the drawers. Removing the tape around it, he flipped it into the air with a feeling of satisfaction. “Got it.” Tucking it into his jacket pocket, he slid the drawers back into place before vacating the room.
He picked up a set of keys from the bowl by the door and let himself out the front, using them to lock the door and then tucking them in his pocket. Normally he wouldn’t leave a woman tied up, but he couldn’t take a chance on her coming after him. Straddling his bike, he pulled his phone out and dialed Falwell. “I’ve got it. Ten minutes in the arranged location,” he said as soon as the other man picked up, then clicked off before he could disagree.
When he pulled up by the fountain, the oily man was sitting on the edge. He came to his feet as Eliot stopped his bike just a few feet from the display. “You don’t call me and demand I meet you,” was Falwell’s opening salvo.
Eliot pulled off the gloves he had donned to ride his bike and tucked them in his pocket. Taking off his helmet, he glared at the other man. “You pimped me out,” he growled. “I am not your fucking whore.”
“You didn’t enjoy it?” Falwell questioned.
Eliot stalked towards him, enjoying the thrill as Falwell cowered away from him. Grabbing the other man, he said, “We’re done. I’m not your lackey anymore because I am nobody’s fuckboy.” Pulling the disc from his pocket, he held it up between his thumb and finger. “Where’s my money?”
Shaking hands pulled an envelope out of a jacket’s inner pocket and held it out to Eliot. “Here. Here. Count it if you want.”
He took the envelope, shoving it in his own jacket. “No. Cause if you cheated me, you won’t like what happens to you.” Shoving the disc into the other man’s hand, he added the keys. “Make sure someone goes over there and cuts that woman free.”
He turned on his heel and stalked back towards his bike. “Wait. Wait! You left her tied up?”
Eliot turned; his helmet in his hand. “Well, I sure as hell didn’t want her chasing after me. Make sure someone frees her because I’ll be after you if you don’t.” Swinging a leg over his bike, he started it and roared off. He felt the need to get the hell out of dodge.
Characters: Eliot/OFC
Fandom: Leverage
Summary: Eliot has taken some unusual jobs...but this one...this one...took on a whole new meaning to personal touch.
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Bondage, D/S, Sex Play
Spoilers: Nope, Pre-Series
Disclaimer: *sigh* Nope I didn't win them in the lottery so just the story idea belongs to me--not Leverage or Eliot.
Author's Note: So y'all got Part One yesterday and apparently you enjoyed it...so I sat down and began to work on Part Two today. Now I did have to consult my "expert" on a couple of things so had to wait until he came home again...and I'm not sure I like the way some of this turned out...but I'll let y'all be the judges...and this...I gotta tell ya...is a fuck of a lot longer than I intended it to be! Nor is it anything like I actually envisioned when I first started writing (cuz yeah there was a reason I mentioned Bri in that first convo) so hopefully this lives up to the hype of the first part.
Making a decision, he retrieved the bottle of oil from his jacket pocket and held it in one hand, allowing the heat to soak into it and warm it slightly. Letting some pool in his hand, he waited until he was sure the woman’s green eyes were focused on him. Then he began to slowly rub the oil over his chest. Smoothing it into his skin, he repeated the process until his entire chest glistened. By the time he dropped the bottle on the bed, she was panting and licking her lips; obviously attempting to incite him to join her.
Picking up the flogger he had pulled from the chest, he showed it to her. “Should I use this on you?” he asked, running it lightly along her leg. She twitched and dropped her eyes to his crotch. He knew she was looking for signs of arousal from him, but although he was beginning to feel the pull, the pants were keeping him from hardening much. “Should I flip you over and pinken that ass of yours?”
He spent a few minutes rubbing the flogger along her body, enjoying the way she twitched as it brushed sensitive parts. Mapping her body with it, he tossed it aside when he was done. “No, I don’t think I’m in that mood tonight.” Caressing her breast, he questioned, “What do you taste like?”
Leaning down, he swiped a tongue across the crest of her breasts, than looked up at her. “You can make noises,” he instructed. “Let me know if you’re enjoying this, but don’t speak.”
She nodded as he bent his head back down. Bracing himself with one hand on either side of her, but not actually touching her, he began to lick circles around her breast, making them slowly smaller until he reached the nipple. Sucking the now taunt peak into his hot mouth, he began to pull on it as he brought one hand up to cup the breast that wasn’t involved. When she began to moan, he bit down gently causing her to cry out in pleasure. More suction caused louder moans and his pants became uncomfortably tight. It had been a long time since he had been able to take his time with something like this.
Pulling his head back, he was pleased to find her flushed with arousal and that she had spread her legs for him. “Good, pet,” he praised. He picked up the nipple clamps he had chosen and showed them to her. “I’m going to put these on,” he warned her. Flicking first one nipple and then the other, he attached the clamps; making sure they were tight but not painful. Tugging gently on them, he smiled at the moan that issued from her mouth.
He ran his hand across her stomach, splaying his fingers before dipping down to test her. She was tight, tighter than he wanted and not really wet enough for the plans he had formulated. “What’s wrong, pet?” he asked and when she just looked at him, he added, “You can answer.”
“I need more stimulation,” she responded promptly.
He knew his smile was wicked as he picked up the bottle of oil again and puddled it into his hand. “And you’ll get more.” Making a fist, he allowed it to drizzle slowly through his fingers and onto her body. Turning he picked up the vibrator and showed it to her. Flipping the switch on low, he laid it against the sole of her foot, grabbing her ankle when she jerked away. “Oh, no, you don’t, darlin’.” He motioned to the ropes he hadn’t used yet. “I’ll tie your legs down if you don’t hold still.” She nodded frantically as he glared down at her. Relaxing his hold, he waited until he was sure she wouldn’t pull away before he began to move the vibrator again.
Sliding it along the inside of her legs, he dipped just the edge inside her; watching her face until the pain shifted into pleasure. As soon as it did, he pulled it back out. Up and across her stomach now until it rested against the clamp on her right breast. The moans that issued from her mouth as he pressed it, rotating it, made him bite back a moan of his own. Moving it to the other one, he held it there until she began crying out in a continuous stream. Lifting the vibrator, he held it above her until the noises issuing from her mouth ceased.
“You may not cum until I give you permission,” he instructed her as he lowered the vibrator again. When she nodded, he slipped it inside her, flicking the switch to up the speed slightly. Her channel walls clutched the machine and he slowly released it, making sure it was anchored firmly before he let go completely.
Prowling to the end of the bed, he growled, “Look at me.” When her green eyes locked on his, he motioned with a finger. “Follow my hand.” Almost lazily, he drew his hand down his torso, fingering his nipples for a few moments, before resting his fingers on the waistband of the pants. He toyed with the top button for a moment before popping it open with a flick of his finger. The other buttons swiftly followed, more from the pressure behind him than from his fingers.
Drawing his cock out, he began to stroke it slowly, his hand a familiar feeling. Rubbing a finger over the head as he reached the terminus of his stroke, he gathered a drop of pre-cum. Stretching over her; he pressed that finger against her lips. “Suck it.”
Drawing it into her mouth, she swirled her tongue around it, sucking it until he was sure she was going to pull the skin off. As she did that, he continued to stroke himself in rhythm to her motion. After a minute, he pulled back, checking the vibrator. “Ready to cum, pet?” he whispered in her ear, nudging it with his hand. When she nodded frantically, he tapped it again. “Not quite yet,” he instructed. “Just a minute more.”
Taking a condom from the bowl next to the bed, he ripped it open and quickly sheathed himself before bending her legs up so that they were spread and she was exposed to him. Kneeling on the bed, he said, “You may come now.”
Staring down at her, he watched as she let go of her control. Her hands gripped the ropes as her back arched and she wailed as she convulsed. He watched her with a practiced eye and just as the pleasure started to tip over into pain, he pulled the vibrator out. Soothing her with hands and wordless reassurances, he brought her down from the high. When he was sure she could understand him again, he began to praise her softly, murmuring words of reassurance.
“I’m going to take you now,” he warned her. “And I’m going to fuck you until you can’t remember your own name.”
She moaned at his comment as he tossed the vibrator to the side and arranged her to his liking. Picking up a towel from nearby, he gently cleaned all the oil and fluids from her body, hushing her as she tremored from the touch. Lobbing the towel aside, he reached out and snagged his jacket, pulling out the small tube of lube he had stuffed inside. Holding it up, he showed her what he had so she would be prepared.
Flipping the top open, he squirted some into his hand and allowed it to warm for a few minutes before slipping it inside her. Repeating the task a few times, he made sure to rub across her clit with his finger as he entered and withdrew. Finally satisfied that she was ready, he coated himself before easing his way inside.
She was still tight, but now wet enough that he slid in easily, and she moaned as he reached terminus. Pulling back, he snapped his hips forward, driving himself into her again. He tossed his head, throwing his hair out of his face, and braced himself on his hands, before beginning to thrust in earnest. She moved her hips towards him, meeting him.
He bent his head down, looking at her, gauging her reactions. If this was a woman he had taken to bed by choice; he would have kissed her or nuzzled her, but he had no wish to make that connection. He was fucking her, plain and simple.
Driving himself into her again and again, he watched to make sure he was causing pleasure. She was very responsive, her fingers clenching against the ropes as she rubbed herself against his body. He rolled his hips as he continued to thrust, brushing her g-spot as he twisted. She moaned, throwing her head back and knocking it against the wall. “Come on, darlin’,” he coaxed. “Come on, pet.” He leaned his head down by her ear. “Cum for me. Make me cum, too. Or do I need to fuck you harder?”
She moaned at his words, reaching blindly towards him with her mouth, but he turned his head aside. Putting his weight on one arm, he reached down and thumbed her clit, causing a spasm within her. Noting the reaction, he did it again and she toppled, screaming as she shattered.
He slammed into her as she convulsed, letting her orgasm squeeze him tightly. Pulling out again, he drove back in again as she continued to spasm and it finally triggered his own. Breathing heavily, he held himself up by force of will so he didn’t crush her under his weight. Looking down at her, he nodded as he realized she had passed out.
Withdrawing from him and catching the condom before he lost it, he stripped it off and found a plastic bag. Sticking the condom inside, he set it on the table before turning his attention to his clothes. Finding a washcloth, he wiped himself down and added it to the bag, then quickly buttoned his pants back up. Sitting down, he pulled his boots back on. A few short minutes later found him completely dressed and he took a second to check the woman. She was breathing easily and in no distress so he left her there. Tucking the bag into his pocket since the last thing he wanted to leave was evidence, he began his search.
He had been hired to retrieve a computer disc so the logical location was the woman’s office. Searching swiftly and as silently as he could, he rifled through the obviously places. When those turned up nothing of the sort, he began a more through look. Finally after taking the desk apart and looking for hidden compartments, he found it taped underneath one of the drawers. Removing the tape around it, he flipped it into the air with a feeling of satisfaction. “Got it.” Tucking it into his jacket pocket, he slid the drawers back into place before vacating the room.
He picked up a set of keys from the bowl by the door and let himself out the front, using them to lock the door and then tucking them in his pocket. Normally he wouldn’t leave a woman tied up, but he couldn’t take a chance on her coming after him. Straddling his bike, he pulled his phone out and dialed Falwell. “I’ve got it. Ten minutes in the arranged location,” he said as soon as the other man picked up, then clicked off before he could disagree.
When he pulled up by the fountain, the oily man was sitting on the edge. He came to his feet as Eliot stopped his bike just a few feet from the display. “You don’t call me and demand I meet you,” was Falwell’s opening salvo.
Eliot pulled off the gloves he had donned to ride his bike and tucked them in his pocket. Taking off his helmet, he glared at the other man. “You pimped me out,” he growled. “I am not your fucking whore.”
“You didn’t enjoy it?” Falwell questioned.
Eliot stalked towards him, enjoying the thrill as Falwell cowered away from him. Grabbing the other man, he said, “We’re done. I’m not your lackey anymore because I am nobody’s fuckboy.” Pulling the disc from his pocket, he held it up between his thumb and finger. “Where’s my money?”
Shaking hands pulled an envelope out of a jacket’s inner pocket and held it out to Eliot. “Here. Here. Count it if you want.”
He took the envelope, shoving it in his own jacket. “No. Cause if you cheated me, you won’t like what happens to you.” Shoving the disc into the other man’s hand, he added the keys. “Make sure someone goes over there and cuts that woman free.”
He turned on his heel and stalked back towards his bike. “Wait. Wait! You left her tied up?”
Eliot turned; his helmet in his hand. “Well, I sure as hell didn’t want her chasing after me. Make sure someone frees her because I’ll be after you if you don’t.” Swinging a leg over his bike, he started it and roared off. He felt the need to get the hell out of dodge.
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