Théo and Éomer: Trust in me
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rohansonI shifted in early today, as soon as Paris woke. I said I had things to do this morning before Éomer arrives, and I could tell Paris was curious, but he had the good grace not to ask. I am thankful for that, as I do not wish to lie to him, yet there are some things he does not need to know. It gave me a chance to enjoy a shower and a coffee before heading into Wellington …
I am back with plenty of time to spare, and take my purchases up to the bedroom to arrange a few things. That does not take long and I have had time to open the gate and sit on the step in the cool spring sunlight for a while before I hear the bike approaching.
Paris told me Karl’s cast is off which I am pleased about, otherwise I would have had to pospone my plans for today. I can imagine Mer is pleased too and smile at the thought of seeing him again.
Éomer: The wind is cool on my face as I ride, making me want to shout for the joy of it. Karl's bike moves so much faster than a horse, and though I would never want to permanently trade one for the other, it is fun sometimes to push myself while on the bike.
My spirits are high when I see you waiting for me on the step, and suddenly I wish I could ride the bike naked with you wrapped around me. But I know that is most likely something that will cause trouble and is probably on Karl's list of things I am not allowed to do while I am here.
But the thought stays with me as I park the bike, and shake my hair out after removing the helmet. I stalk towards you with a fierce grin on my face, ready to play.
Théo: My smile matches yours as you close on me, and then you are on me, mouth crushing mine as my hands slip onto your hips and pull you close, grinding my already rock hard flesh against yours. It seems so long since we went riding together in the hills, and I find myself craving your touch when we are apart. My back hits the doorframe with a thud, and I smile at your enthusiasm, my mouth sliding down your neck to nuzzle under the collar of your jacket, drinking in the heady scent of you and leather, nibbling on your soft skin.
Your hands are already under this loose shirt, fingers splayed over my back, holding me tight against you. My hands reach down running over your firm buttocks, my hips bucking against yours, and for a moment I almost forget my plans and give in to the need to have you here and now … but I know you enjoy our games as much as I, so I pull away gasping for breath. “Will you do as I ask, Mer, will you follow my commands?”
Éomer: I pull back reluctantly, for my urge is to strip us both and then bury myself in your heat, pounding into you until we are both howling. I smirk at you, wondering what you have planned now.
And sometimes I wonder what you would do if I told you "no", remembering the time you took without thought and I let you. I know you would never do anything I truly did not want, but if I were to goad you the way you did me . . . which of us would win a true test of dominance?
But not tonight . . . tonight I want to do whatever it is that you have planned. I rearrange myself in my pants, my erection getting harder at the thought of what lies ahead. I put my hands to the buttons of my shirt, anticipating that your first command will be for me to strip. "I am yours, as always. I will do whatever you ask."
Théo: My calm smile at your eager acceptance of my commands masks the small shiver of anticipation that runs through me. yours, as always Yes, mine, but I hope you will follow today’s orders with the same enthusiasm as those I have given you in the past. “Come.” I take your hand, having noticed your eager fingers twitching at your shirt, and lead you upstairs to our room.
Once inside, I lead you to the bottom of the bed. The wrist and ankle cuffs are already firmly attached, soft supple leather ones that came highly recommended by Darla, the server in the leather shop. Turning, I ignore your glances at the bed. “There are three things I wish of you today. First, strip.”
Éomer: The sight of the things on the bed has me riveted and I have no trouble picturing their uses. I try to will myself to be calm, but anticipation has me trembling as I raise my fingers to my shirt. I force myself to take my clothes off slowly, just as an
exercise in control, because I know your second command is likely to be that I do not come until you give me permission and I will not be able to obey that one if I do not regain some power over my reactions to you.
When I am finished at last and have piled my clothes neatly on the chair, my trembling has stopped, though my breathing is still shallow and I know my eyes must be dark with the lust I feel. I face you, feeling oddly vulnerable to be naked while you are still dressed.
Théo: I watch as you slowly reveal yourself to me, my eyes raking over your hard body, waiting until you are naked before pulling off my own shirt, toeing off my boots. I walk around you, hands running over your shoulders, your chest, coming to a stop in front of you, and moving my fingertips over the black ring. I catch your moan on my lips, and kiss you teasingly, knowing you are still waiting to see what I will ask of you.
Still standing close, my lips brush yours in between words. “You have obeyed my every command Mer, anything I have asked of you, and I expect today to be no different.” Except today is going to be different. I can feel the tension rising in your body with every touch, and take a breath. “Take control and tie me down.”
Éomer: Nothing you could have said would have shocked me more than that, but I wrap my hands in your hair and force your head back. "With pleasure."
And again I force myself to slow down, thinking this thing through. I kiss you deeply and then pull away. "If we are to do this, you must do everything I ask of you, even as I have obeyed you in the past. Will you give me that control? And you said there were three things, I count only two. You should tell me the third thing now, for this
will be your last chance . . . after this, you will submit to my every whim, not your own."
I rest my hands lightly on your waist, wondering if you will truly allow this, knowing how reluctantly you surrender anything to anyone.
Théo: Your hands in my hair make me gasp, and I think that judging by your reaction, my last command is going to be somewhat moot. I meet your fierce kiss as your hands loosen in my hair, mine tangling in yours briefly for what will probably be the last time for a while. You give me a chance to change my mind, but it took time to come to the decision to do this, and I am not going to back down now. Your hands are warm on my waist and I cover them with mine before running them up your arms to rest on your shoulders, feeling your strength beneath my fingers.
“I give you that control. I want to know … to know what it feels like on the other side, and you are the only one I trust enough to show me. My third command …” I smile a little ruefully. “Is that you hold nothing back.”
And now it is my turn to quiver with anticipation as I look into your eyes and drop my arms to my sides, almost echoing your earlier words. "I am yours. I will do whatever you ask."
Éomer: "Very well then, you are not to come until I say so. Lay down on the bed on your back, and spread your arms and legs." I marvel at your calm, wondering what went through your head while you prepared this today. I test the cuffs, finding them soft enough that they will not damage you, but strong enough to hold you. It is
obvious which ones are intended for your wrists, without you positioning yourself beside them.
I fasten the first cuff around your wrist and then stare at it. The sight of your skin against the leather, the leather binding you, you unable to release yourself from it does something to me, sends a fierce desire sweeping through me. I place a reverent kiss at the base of your palm, and then walk around the bed to your other arm, pleased that you stay in position. I kiss your other hand in the same way as the first when the buckles are closed.
Théo: I nod at your first command. It was expected. Then I lie down on the bed, positioning my wrists and ankles close to the cuffs, not for the first time today. Earlier, when I secured them to the bed, I made sure that they were in the right position, and lay there for a while, spread eagled, just as now, thinking on the decision to do this. After last time, when I goaded you into pinning me down, I have had an increasing desire to finally know what it feels like to be totally under another’s control, something I’ve never wanted before. And I also wish to find out how you will react to being in control, and I have my reasons for this …
Your fingers on my wrist bring me slamming back to the moment, and I watch as you fasten the first cuff, swallowing nervously, breathing deeper, telling myself this is you. The kiss to my hand calms me, although I doubt that feeling will last long, given your obvious desire.
Éomer: I move to your ankles, surrounding the slim bones with my fingers and then with the bindings. Seeing your ankles like that winds my desire up even further, and my breath is becoming shallow. I kiss the high arch of each foot and then stand back to look at my work.
The sight of the leather on you does something to me that I did not expect, wakes something wild in me. And I know that if I want this game to be enjoyable for you, I will have to deal with my feelings. So I place some pillows under your head, propping it up to give you a clear view of me. I sit down between your legs and then lean back on one elbow.
"Watch me." I take my hardness in my hand, swirling a finger around the tip, spreading the moisture around, taking it slowly though my impulse is quickly stroke myself to completion.
"Do you know how you look? Helpless like that, the leather looks so good on you, against your skin. The sight of you bound like that is enough to make me crazy for you." I squeeze my head, pulling moisture out, and moan a little at the feeling.
"You look like some fantasy come to life, like a dream of desire. Ah, you make me want to do so many things to you."
I shift around a little, draping my legs over yours and using my free hand to cup my balls, lifting them up, spreading them apart. I put my finger to my mouth and lick it, pretending it is you, and then I put my hand between my legs and push my finger into my entrance, gasping at the contact. I feel free with you, free to do things I never
dreamed of doing with any other. My orgasm is hovering but I push it away, telling you how gorgeous you look lying there, while my finger works in and out of my body.
At last I speed up my strokes on my cock and I cry your name as I come. I lift my hand covered with my seed to my mouth and lick my palm. I put my hand against your mouth. "Lick my fingers."
Théo: It is a breathtaking sight, your muscles taut as you pleasure yourself, and my hands twitch in their restraints to touch you. I watch transfixed as you thrust your finger into your body, a moan leaving my lips at the memory of your tight heat. And the tone of your voice, becoming husky as you approach your climax, makes me squirm, even though I try not to.
“Mer …” It comes out as little more than a gasp as I watch you come, my name on your lips. When you lick your own hand, I think for a moment that you are going to make me watch that also, and clamp down on a whimper, a little shocked at my own reaction, but then you command me to do what I want so much to do, and I stop thinking.
My tongue snakes out, licking up the length of your middle finger, greedily lapping at the salt taste. When I get to the tip, I slip my lips over it, sucking it in as if were your cock, all the way until I can feel it hitting the back of my throat, cleaning off every last drop. Pulling off with a groan, I move on, wishing each time I suck you in deep that it was your hardness between my lips, filling my mouth. I look up at you as I finish, tongue flicking out over a fingertip, your eyes revealing nothing as to what you intend to do next.
Éomer My own desire sated for the moment, my head is clearer and I can concentrate on your pleasure. I cup the back of your head and dip my lips to yours, my tongue exploring your mouth, tasting myself on you.
I have noticed that the restraints still allow you a certain amount of room to move your torso, so when I pull free of the kiss, I say firmly, "No more moving. You can wiggle your fingers if you must, but do not shift your wrists or ankles from their positions."
The first time you did this to me, you covered my eyes, but I decide to allow you the option. "Close your eyes if you need to."
I am still enthralled by the sight of you. I put my hand above your belly, not touching, but just above and I imagine that I can feel the heat of you from here. "I could do anything to you, could ride you until you are sore, could torment you with light touches until you are begging for more. And you would not be able to stop me from doing
whatever I like."
I lower my hand to your belly, feeling the firm muscles under my fingers, then following the line of your ribs, my hands skimming you lightly. My tongue follows, delving into the dips between your sturdy bones. Your ribs guide me around to your armpit, as open and
vulnerable as the rest of you. I bury my nose in the hair there, smelling the musk of your arousal that abruptly grows sharper, taking on an almost bitter edge and I smile to myself as I taste you there with broad swipes of my tongue, before I continue up your arm.
Théo: I watch your hand hovering over my belly, having decided to keep my eyes wide open for now at least. It quivers under your almost touch, and my eyes widen at your words. You could. Anything. And my anticipation grows. My teeth worry my bottom lip and then you are touching me, and I have to curb the impulse to arch into that touch. It is harder to stay still when your tongue touches my skin, wet trails cooling fleetingly, a contrast to the fire you have set in my flesh.
Your attentions cause involuntary tremors, your hair trailing over my nipple as you move and I almost bite through my lip at the feel of it. And then your tongue … your tongue almost undoes me and a strangled moan escapes me as you move on up the soft skin of my arm, and I begin to realise how hard this one simple command will be to obey.
Éomer: I reach your wrist and pause, before licking the leather, just to see what it tastes like. I lick the delicate skin on the inside of your wrist, feeling the pulse there jump under my lips. I grip the skin with my teeth, sucking on the area, making a faint
mark, a mark of my possession. I point my tongue and trace the lines of your palm, then take your thumb into my mouth, treating it the same way you treated my fingers earlier, imagining it is your cock pressing against my tongue.
While I move on to your other fingers, I spread my leg over yours, pressing my renewed hardness into you, letting you feel what it is that you do to me, that you have me wanting you again so soon. I sit up, trailing my fingers lightly down your torso, tracing the trail of hair leading to your groin, before sitting back to look at you. I look at your leaking cock and then into your eyes, deliberately licking my lips, but I bend my head to the place where your thigh joins your body, tonguing you and then blowing softly on the wetness. My fingers map the muscles and sinew of your thigh, following the paths to your knee. I put my mouth on you, using my teeth this time, small bites and nips as I move down your leg.
Théo: My fingers go rigid as your mouth claims my wrist and then your hard length slips against mine as you suckle on my fingers and I want to buck up against you, grind us together, and with a shock, I realise how little it would take to send me over the edge right now.
As you glance down at my cock, then up at me, your tongue swipes lazily over your lips, leaving them moist and glistening, and I try to tell myself that you will not give me that, not yet, but then you lower your head … and I let out a groan as your tongue swipes over soft flesh, not hard. It rapidly turns to a moan, and I tighten my stomach muscles to try and keep from writhing. Your hands are gentle on my stretched thigh, leaving trails of warmth behind them, which makes the sharp feel of your teeth even harder to bear without pushing up against your mouth.
And you work lower ... my cock aches, hard as steel, begging for your touch, your mouth, anything, but you move further away, every single touch, every bite making it harder to lie still. I want to thrash on the sheets, wrap myself around you as you take me without mercy … your tongue hits the back of my knee, and I almost sob out your name, my leg spasming and twitching away from your touch.
Éomer: I rest my head on your thigh, my fingers moving in small circles through the hairs on your leg, soothing you. I look in your eyes, trying to decide whether you are at the end of your control or whether I should continue. You still and look at me levelly, a faint challenge in your eyes, and I hide my smile against your leg.
I continue working on that leg before I move to your other, my lips and fingers exploring. When I get to your other knee, I look at you in warning. "Hold still." Then I wrap my mouth around your kneecap, licking there and then around to the back that I can reach. You muscles jump, but the knee stays in place.
I can smell your musk now, and I want to move to the source of it. I lick up your thigh, steadily getting closer to where we both want me to be. When I reach your balls, I put my nose there, inhaling, enjoying the scent of you in my nose. My tongue starts moving over them, bathing them, sucking them in and letting them go, one at a time. Occasionally I swipe my tongue back further, along your crease.
Théo: Your attentions on my other leg are almost as hard to bear, but I steel myself for the touch of your tongue on the edge of the crease behind my knee, and breath through it. I am torn when you move between desperately wanting your tongue back on the spot that makes me shiver at the very thought of your touch, and knowing I would not be able to take much more before I gave in and squirmed against the soft wet heat.
Then you move higher, nuzzling soft skin, and taking me into your mouth, gently. I close my eyes, unable to continue watching, and groan at the pulling sensation as you suck. But the touch of your tongue lower, down between my cheeks has me hissing, as with every stroke you go deeper, edging closer … closer each time. The wet tip touches the pucker of skin, and my hips buck off the bed, as I gasp out your name, my eyes flying open, and I almost … almost plead with you take me, but bite it back, my breathing ragged.
Éomer: You taste so good that I almost groan as my tongue sinks deeper into you. I want to plunge into you so badly, but I am not done with you yet. I lift my head and flatten my tongue, taking a long broad swipe from the root to the tip of your cock, and then flicking over your tiny opening, gathering up the moisture you have been steadily leaking. I am grinding myself into the bed coverings, unable to resist the pressure on my cock.
But I want to be in you in every place. So I move up your torso, kissing you as I go, until my knees rest beside your armpits. Your head is still propped on the pillows, but I grab a handful of your hair and pull you forward until your lips touch my cock head. You
open your mouth and I press forward greedily, trying not to hurt you. Your lips seal around me and you suck on me, not able to move your head much, and I slide slowly in and out, glad that I pleasured myself earlier, because the sight of you taking me like this would surely finish me otherwise.
But I want to come deep inside you while we rock together, so I lift myself away from your mouth and back up, dropping down to kiss you again.
Théo: I let out a strangled cry as you push your tongue deeper, my breath now ragged as you run your tongue up my length and then plunge back inside. I can feel the slow burn of orgasm approaching, and push it back with everything I have, but it lingers, smouldering round the edges as you trail kisses up my body.
Fingers thread though my hair, holding me in place so you can push into my mouth. I groan around your hardness, relishing the taste, wrapping my tongue around it as you slowly thrust between my lips. I relax my throat, taking you as deep as I can, eyes flicking up to meet yours. A shiver runs down my spine at the heated desire in your eyes, and I wonder if you will let me drink you down. My own erection twitches at the thought of your seed filling my mouth, your hands tightening in my hair as you pump into me … I am so near that the very thought is almost enough to push me over the edge.
You pull away from me, but your cock is replaced by your tongue as you kiss me hard, and my own snakes around it, suckling on it, arms twitching to wrap round you, fingers longing to touch your golden skin, dig into your hair. Kneeling between my legs, you tilt your hips, and your hardness slides against mine. I wrench my mouth from yours and words pour from me unbidden. “Please, Mer, touch me, take me, make me come … please let me come …”
Eomer: Your cries take me to the very edge of my own control, and I bow my head for a moment, unable to look at you, the sight of your sweatsoaked body, so ready for me, is nearly my undoing. I breathe hard, trying to calm myself. Then I reach for the tube on the bedside table and slick myself, knowing that I cannot wait any longer to be inside you, to feel your body tightening around me.
I move to the cuffs around your ankles, releasing them one at a time, kissing the places where the leather held you, and then I kneel again, wrapping your legs around my waist, while I slide my thighs under your hips.
"Move how you like, Theo, and you may come once I am inside you, not until then.".
My cockhead nudges your entrance, and you spread your legs wider with a groan, and I push forward an inch at a time, knowing that I did not give you much preparation at all. You raise you hips against mine, thrusting yourself onto me and I slip in completely and we are joined. I have to stop again to allow the intense pleasure to recede again before I begin to move. I grip your hips as I start long slow strokes, relishing the feel of your muscles gripping my shaft, the pressure almost more than I can bear.
Théo: My legs tighten around your waist as you thrust into me, filling me, stretching me open and I push my head back against the pillow, unable to stop watching you through glazed eyes as you take me. My whole world has shrunk down to where you touch me. Your hands on my hips, your thumbs digging into the muscle on either side of my stomach, the feel of your hard body moving between the grip of my legs, your cock plunging so deep, so hard …
My neck is as taut as my arms, muscles straining against my bonds, shoulders spasming every time you rock into me, and I can feel the fire building inside. But this time I don’t push it away, don’t try to stop it. You gave me permission and I let it ignite.
“Mer …” A word of warning as my eyes lock onto yours, and then the flames are racing through me, consuming everything in their path. Every muscle tenses, my face contorting with a snarl as my body arches off the bed, legs pulling you closer as my cock jerks, hot seed spurting over my belly, my chest and I scream your name as your pounding takes me higher with every stroke.
Eomer: The display beneath me ends any thought I might have had of prolonging this . . . my name on your lips finishes the last of my will and I explode, my orgasm overtaking me like a wave crashing over me, as I lose everything in a great gush of pleasure. I howl your name in return, my body plunging violently into yours. I keep
spasming, unable to stop, the sight of you so undone at my hands the most intoxicating thing I have ever seen.
"I love you, Theo," I whisper, when my voice finally returns to me, that and my brain having gone absent while I was inside your tight heat.
My fingers shake slightly, as I still ride the long slopes of the release I found with you, but I work the buckles on the cuffs at your wrists. When your arms are finally free, I rub your shoulders, remembering how stiff mine have gotten from these activities. You
give a shuddering sigh and curl against me and I wrap you in my arms, my fingers still rubbing your muscles and my lips nuzzling your hair.
Théo: My body is completely sated, arms and legs feel fluid, boneless almost as I curl against you, wishing I could simply melt against your warm skin. And as your hands ease the ache from my shoulders, I purr with contentment, burying my face in your neck. Your scent is heavily laced with sweat and sex and I drink it in, my tongue flicking out to taste your skin.
My thoughts are scattered to the wind, mind empty of any purpose or design other than wanting your mouth on mine before my eyelids grow too heavy to keep open. It is only the middle of the day, yet I am fighting sleep. I work my way around your jaw, kissing and nibbling, smiling as our eyes meet and your mouth brushes over mine. With my goal achieved, I wriggle down so my head rests on your chest, your strong heartbeat lulling me further into a doze. “My love.” I murmur, the only two words I am capable of right now.
Eomer You breathing evens out, deepens, making me want to join you, wrapped together in slumber. My fingers still stroke you, soothing you as you sleep. I know you need it, because I have always been exhausted beyond all reason when we have finished one of your games.
I have a small satisfied smile on my face. Your trust in me, to let me do this to you, to put yourself in my hands this way . . . touches my heart and I did not believe it was possible to love you further, but somehow, this lowering of barriers between us deepens what I feel for you. I no longer know if I would survive without your love, I think I need it as much as I need food and drink.
My other urges are sated for the moment, but my stomach gives a warning rumble which I ignore, letting my mind drift in the direction of what other things we can do to each other when you are rested. And so wrapped in these pleasant thoughts, I slip away also.
Warning - NC-17
I am back with plenty of time to spare, and take my purchases up to the bedroom to arrange a few things. That does not take long and I have had time to open the gate and sit on the step in the cool spring sunlight for a while before I hear the bike approaching.
Paris told me Karl’s cast is off which I am pleased about, otherwise I would have had to pospone my plans for today. I can imagine Mer is pleased too and smile at the thought of seeing him again.
Éomer: The wind is cool on my face as I ride, making me want to shout for the joy of it. Karl's bike moves so much faster than a horse, and though I would never want to permanently trade one for the other, it is fun sometimes to push myself while on the bike.
My spirits are high when I see you waiting for me on the step, and suddenly I wish I could ride the bike naked with you wrapped around me. But I know that is most likely something that will cause trouble and is probably on Karl's list of things I am not allowed to do while I am here.
But the thought stays with me as I park the bike, and shake my hair out after removing the helmet. I stalk towards you with a fierce grin on my face, ready to play.
Théo: My smile matches yours as you close on me, and then you are on me, mouth crushing mine as my hands slip onto your hips and pull you close, grinding my already rock hard flesh against yours. It seems so long since we went riding together in the hills, and I find myself craving your touch when we are apart. My back hits the doorframe with a thud, and I smile at your enthusiasm, my mouth sliding down your neck to nuzzle under the collar of your jacket, drinking in the heady scent of you and leather, nibbling on your soft skin.
Your hands are already under this loose shirt, fingers splayed over my back, holding me tight against you. My hands reach down running over your firm buttocks, my hips bucking against yours, and for a moment I almost forget my plans and give in to the need to have you here and now … but I know you enjoy our games as much as I, so I pull away gasping for breath. “Will you do as I ask, Mer, will you follow my commands?”
Éomer: I pull back reluctantly, for my urge is to strip us both and then bury myself in your heat, pounding into you until we are both howling. I smirk at you, wondering what you have planned now.
And sometimes I wonder what you would do if I told you "no", remembering the time you took without thought and I let you. I know you would never do anything I truly did not want, but if I were to goad you the way you did me . . . which of us would win a true test of dominance?
But not tonight . . . tonight I want to do whatever it is that you have planned. I rearrange myself in my pants, my erection getting harder at the thought of what lies ahead. I put my hands to the buttons of my shirt, anticipating that your first command will be for me to strip. "I am yours, as always. I will do whatever you ask."
Théo: My calm smile at your eager acceptance of my commands masks the small shiver of anticipation that runs through me. yours, as always Yes, mine, but I hope you will follow today’s orders with the same enthusiasm as those I have given you in the past. “Come.” I take your hand, having noticed your eager fingers twitching at your shirt, and lead you upstairs to our room.
Once inside, I lead you to the bottom of the bed. The wrist and ankle cuffs are already firmly attached, soft supple leather ones that came highly recommended by Darla, the server in the leather shop. Turning, I ignore your glances at the bed. “There are three things I wish of you today. First, strip.”
Éomer: The sight of the things on the bed has me riveted and I have no trouble picturing their uses. I try to will myself to be calm, but anticipation has me trembling as I raise my fingers to my shirt. I force myself to take my clothes off slowly, just as an
exercise in control, because I know your second command is likely to be that I do not come until you give me permission and I will not be able to obey that one if I do not regain some power over my reactions to you.
When I am finished at last and have piled my clothes neatly on the chair, my trembling has stopped, though my breathing is still shallow and I know my eyes must be dark with the lust I feel. I face you, feeling oddly vulnerable to be naked while you are still dressed.
Théo: I watch as you slowly reveal yourself to me, my eyes raking over your hard body, waiting until you are naked before pulling off my own shirt, toeing off my boots. I walk around you, hands running over your shoulders, your chest, coming to a stop in front of you, and moving my fingertips over the black ring. I catch your moan on my lips, and kiss you teasingly, knowing you are still waiting to see what I will ask of you.
Still standing close, my lips brush yours in between words. “You have obeyed my every command Mer, anything I have asked of you, and I expect today to be no different.” Except today is going to be different. I can feel the tension rising in your body with every touch, and take a breath. “Take control and tie me down.”
Éomer: Nothing you could have said would have shocked me more than that, but I wrap my hands in your hair and force your head back. "With pleasure."
And again I force myself to slow down, thinking this thing through. I kiss you deeply and then pull away. "If we are to do this, you must do everything I ask of you, even as I have obeyed you in the past. Will you give me that control? And you said there were three things, I count only two. You should tell me the third thing now, for this
will be your last chance . . . after this, you will submit to my every whim, not your own."
I rest my hands lightly on your waist, wondering if you will truly allow this, knowing how reluctantly you surrender anything to anyone.
Théo: Your hands in my hair make me gasp, and I think that judging by your reaction, my last command is going to be somewhat moot. I meet your fierce kiss as your hands loosen in my hair, mine tangling in yours briefly for what will probably be the last time for a while. You give me a chance to change my mind, but it took time to come to the decision to do this, and I am not going to back down now. Your hands are warm on my waist and I cover them with mine before running them up your arms to rest on your shoulders, feeling your strength beneath my fingers.
“I give you that control. I want to know … to know what it feels like on the other side, and you are the only one I trust enough to show me. My third command …” I smile a little ruefully. “Is that you hold nothing back.”
And now it is my turn to quiver with anticipation as I look into your eyes and drop my arms to my sides, almost echoing your earlier words. "I am yours. I will do whatever you ask."
Éomer: "Very well then, you are not to come until I say so. Lay down on the bed on your back, and spread your arms and legs." I marvel at your calm, wondering what went through your head while you prepared this today. I test the cuffs, finding them soft enough that they will not damage you, but strong enough to hold you. It is
obvious which ones are intended for your wrists, without you positioning yourself beside them.
I fasten the first cuff around your wrist and then stare at it. The sight of your skin against the leather, the leather binding you, you unable to release yourself from it does something to me, sends a fierce desire sweeping through me. I place a reverent kiss at the base of your palm, and then walk around the bed to your other arm, pleased that you stay in position. I kiss your other hand in the same way as the first when the buckles are closed.
Théo: I nod at your first command. It was expected. Then I lie down on the bed, positioning my wrists and ankles close to the cuffs, not for the first time today. Earlier, when I secured them to the bed, I made sure that they were in the right position, and lay there for a while, spread eagled, just as now, thinking on the decision to do this. After last time, when I goaded you into pinning me down, I have had an increasing desire to finally know what it feels like to be totally under another’s control, something I’ve never wanted before. And I also wish to find out how you will react to being in control, and I have my reasons for this …
Your fingers on my wrist bring me slamming back to the moment, and I watch as you fasten the first cuff, swallowing nervously, breathing deeper, telling myself this is you. The kiss to my hand calms me, although I doubt that feeling will last long, given your obvious desire.
Éomer: I move to your ankles, surrounding the slim bones with my fingers and then with the bindings. Seeing your ankles like that winds my desire up even further, and my breath is becoming shallow. I kiss the high arch of each foot and then stand back to look at my work.
The sight of the leather on you does something to me that I did not expect, wakes something wild in me. And I know that if I want this game to be enjoyable for you, I will have to deal with my feelings. So I place some pillows under your head, propping it up to give you a clear view of me. I sit down between your legs and then lean back on one elbow.
"Watch me." I take my hardness in my hand, swirling a finger around the tip, spreading the moisture around, taking it slowly though my impulse is quickly stroke myself to completion.
"Do you know how you look? Helpless like that, the leather looks so good on you, against your skin. The sight of you bound like that is enough to make me crazy for you." I squeeze my head, pulling moisture out, and moan a little at the feeling.
"You look like some fantasy come to life, like a dream of desire. Ah, you make me want to do so many things to you."
I shift around a little, draping my legs over yours and using my free hand to cup my balls, lifting them up, spreading them apart. I put my finger to my mouth and lick it, pretending it is you, and then I put my hand between my legs and push my finger into my entrance, gasping at the contact. I feel free with you, free to do things I never
dreamed of doing with any other. My orgasm is hovering but I push it away, telling you how gorgeous you look lying there, while my finger works in and out of my body.
At last I speed up my strokes on my cock and I cry your name as I come. I lift my hand covered with my seed to my mouth and lick my palm. I put my hand against your mouth. "Lick my fingers."
Théo: It is a breathtaking sight, your muscles taut as you pleasure yourself, and my hands twitch in their restraints to touch you. I watch transfixed as you thrust your finger into your body, a moan leaving my lips at the memory of your tight heat. And the tone of your voice, becoming husky as you approach your climax, makes me squirm, even though I try not to.
“Mer …” It comes out as little more than a gasp as I watch you come, my name on your lips. When you lick your own hand, I think for a moment that you are going to make me watch that also, and clamp down on a whimper, a little shocked at my own reaction, but then you command me to do what I want so much to do, and I stop thinking.
My tongue snakes out, licking up the length of your middle finger, greedily lapping at the salt taste. When I get to the tip, I slip my lips over it, sucking it in as if were your cock, all the way until I can feel it hitting the back of my throat, cleaning off every last drop. Pulling off with a groan, I move on, wishing each time I suck you in deep that it was your hardness between my lips, filling my mouth. I look up at you as I finish, tongue flicking out over a fingertip, your eyes revealing nothing as to what you intend to do next.
Éomer My own desire sated for the moment, my head is clearer and I can concentrate on your pleasure. I cup the back of your head and dip my lips to yours, my tongue exploring your mouth, tasting myself on you.
I have noticed that the restraints still allow you a certain amount of room to move your torso, so when I pull free of the kiss, I say firmly, "No more moving. You can wiggle your fingers if you must, but do not shift your wrists or ankles from their positions."
The first time you did this to me, you covered my eyes, but I decide to allow you the option. "Close your eyes if you need to."
I am still enthralled by the sight of you. I put my hand above your belly, not touching, but just above and I imagine that I can feel the heat of you from here. "I could do anything to you, could ride you until you are sore, could torment you with light touches until you are begging for more. And you would not be able to stop me from doing
whatever I like."
I lower my hand to your belly, feeling the firm muscles under my fingers, then following the line of your ribs, my hands skimming you lightly. My tongue follows, delving into the dips between your sturdy bones. Your ribs guide me around to your armpit, as open and
vulnerable as the rest of you. I bury my nose in the hair there, smelling the musk of your arousal that abruptly grows sharper, taking on an almost bitter edge and I smile to myself as I taste you there with broad swipes of my tongue, before I continue up your arm.
Théo: I watch your hand hovering over my belly, having decided to keep my eyes wide open for now at least. It quivers under your almost touch, and my eyes widen at your words. You could. Anything. And my anticipation grows. My teeth worry my bottom lip and then you are touching me, and I have to curb the impulse to arch into that touch. It is harder to stay still when your tongue touches my skin, wet trails cooling fleetingly, a contrast to the fire you have set in my flesh.
Your attentions cause involuntary tremors, your hair trailing over my nipple as you move and I almost bite through my lip at the feel of it. And then your tongue … your tongue almost undoes me and a strangled moan escapes me as you move on up the soft skin of my arm, and I begin to realise how hard this one simple command will be to obey.
Éomer: I reach your wrist and pause, before licking the leather, just to see what it tastes like. I lick the delicate skin on the inside of your wrist, feeling the pulse there jump under my lips. I grip the skin with my teeth, sucking on the area, making a faint
mark, a mark of my possession. I point my tongue and trace the lines of your palm, then take your thumb into my mouth, treating it the same way you treated my fingers earlier, imagining it is your cock pressing against my tongue.
While I move on to your other fingers, I spread my leg over yours, pressing my renewed hardness into you, letting you feel what it is that you do to me, that you have me wanting you again so soon. I sit up, trailing my fingers lightly down your torso, tracing the trail of hair leading to your groin, before sitting back to look at you. I look at your leaking cock and then into your eyes, deliberately licking my lips, but I bend my head to the place where your thigh joins your body, tonguing you and then blowing softly on the wetness. My fingers map the muscles and sinew of your thigh, following the paths to your knee. I put my mouth on you, using my teeth this time, small bites and nips as I move down your leg.
Théo: My fingers go rigid as your mouth claims my wrist and then your hard length slips against mine as you suckle on my fingers and I want to buck up against you, grind us together, and with a shock, I realise how little it would take to send me over the edge right now.
As you glance down at my cock, then up at me, your tongue swipes lazily over your lips, leaving them moist and glistening, and I try to tell myself that you will not give me that, not yet, but then you lower your head … and I let out a groan as your tongue swipes over soft flesh, not hard. It rapidly turns to a moan, and I tighten my stomach muscles to try and keep from writhing. Your hands are gentle on my stretched thigh, leaving trails of warmth behind them, which makes the sharp feel of your teeth even harder to bear without pushing up against your mouth.
And you work lower ... my cock aches, hard as steel, begging for your touch, your mouth, anything, but you move further away, every single touch, every bite making it harder to lie still. I want to thrash on the sheets, wrap myself around you as you take me without mercy … your tongue hits the back of my knee, and I almost sob out your name, my leg spasming and twitching away from your touch.
Éomer: I rest my head on your thigh, my fingers moving in small circles through the hairs on your leg, soothing you. I look in your eyes, trying to decide whether you are at the end of your control or whether I should continue. You still and look at me levelly, a faint challenge in your eyes, and I hide my smile against your leg.
I continue working on that leg before I move to your other, my lips and fingers exploring. When I get to your other knee, I look at you in warning. "Hold still." Then I wrap my mouth around your kneecap, licking there and then around to the back that I can reach. You muscles jump, but the knee stays in place.
I can smell your musk now, and I want to move to the source of it. I lick up your thigh, steadily getting closer to where we both want me to be. When I reach your balls, I put my nose there, inhaling, enjoying the scent of you in my nose. My tongue starts moving over them, bathing them, sucking them in and letting them go, one at a time. Occasionally I swipe my tongue back further, along your crease.
Théo: Your attentions on my other leg are almost as hard to bear, but I steel myself for the touch of your tongue on the edge of the crease behind my knee, and breath through it. I am torn when you move between desperately wanting your tongue back on the spot that makes me shiver at the very thought of your touch, and knowing I would not be able to take much more before I gave in and squirmed against the soft wet heat.
Then you move higher, nuzzling soft skin, and taking me into your mouth, gently. I close my eyes, unable to continue watching, and groan at the pulling sensation as you suck. But the touch of your tongue lower, down between my cheeks has me hissing, as with every stroke you go deeper, edging closer … closer each time. The wet tip touches the pucker of skin, and my hips buck off the bed, as I gasp out your name, my eyes flying open, and I almost … almost plead with you take me, but bite it back, my breathing ragged.
Éomer: You taste so good that I almost groan as my tongue sinks deeper into you. I want to plunge into you so badly, but I am not done with you yet. I lift my head and flatten my tongue, taking a long broad swipe from the root to the tip of your cock, and then flicking over your tiny opening, gathering up the moisture you have been steadily leaking. I am grinding myself into the bed coverings, unable to resist the pressure on my cock.
But I want to be in you in every place. So I move up your torso, kissing you as I go, until my knees rest beside your armpits. Your head is still propped on the pillows, but I grab a handful of your hair and pull you forward until your lips touch my cock head. You
open your mouth and I press forward greedily, trying not to hurt you. Your lips seal around me and you suck on me, not able to move your head much, and I slide slowly in and out, glad that I pleasured myself earlier, because the sight of you taking me like this would surely finish me otherwise.
But I want to come deep inside you while we rock together, so I lift myself away from your mouth and back up, dropping down to kiss you again.
Théo: I let out a strangled cry as you push your tongue deeper, my breath now ragged as you run your tongue up my length and then plunge back inside. I can feel the slow burn of orgasm approaching, and push it back with everything I have, but it lingers, smouldering round the edges as you trail kisses up my body.
Fingers thread though my hair, holding me in place so you can push into my mouth. I groan around your hardness, relishing the taste, wrapping my tongue around it as you slowly thrust between my lips. I relax my throat, taking you as deep as I can, eyes flicking up to meet yours. A shiver runs down my spine at the heated desire in your eyes, and I wonder if you will let me drink you down. My own erection twitches at the thought of your seed filling my mouth, your hands tightening in my hair as you pump into me … I am so near that the very thought is almost enough to push me over the edge.
You pull away from me, but your cock is replaced by your tongue as you kiss me hard, and my own snakes around it, suckling on it, arms twitching to wrap round you, fingers longing to touch your golden skin, dig into your hair. Kneeling between my legs, you tilt your hips, and your hardness slides against mine. I wrench my mouth from yours and words pour from me unbidden. “Please, Mer, touch me, take me, make me come … please let me come …”
Eomer: Your cries take me to the very edge of my own control, and I bow my head for a moment, unable to look at you, the sight of your sweatsoaked body, so ready for me, is nearly my undoing. I breathe hard, trying to calm myself. Then I reach for the tube on the bedside table and slick myself, knowing that I cannot wait any longer to be inside you, to feel your body tightening around me.
I move to the cuffs around your ankles, releasing them one at a time, kissing the places where the leather held you, and then I kneel again, wrapping your legs around my waist, while I slide my thighs under your hips.
"Move how you like, Theo, and you may come once I am inside you, not until then.".
My cockhead nudges your entrance, and you spread your legs wider with a groan, and I push forward an inch at a time, knowing that I did not give you much preparation at all. You raise you hips against mine, thrusting yourself onto me and I slip in completely and we are joined. I have to stop again to allow the intense pleasure to recede again before I begin to move. I grip your hips as I start long slow strokes, relishing the feel of your muscles gripping my shaft, the pressure almost more than I can bear.
Théo: My legs tighten around your waist as you thrust into me, filling me, stretching me open and I push my head back against the pillow, unable to stop watching you through glazed eyes as you take me. My whole world has shrunk down to where you touch me. Your hands on my hips, your thumbs digging into the muscle on either side of my stomach, the feel of your hard body moving between the grip of my legs, your cock plunging so deep, so hard …
My neck is as taut as my arms, muscles straining against my bonds, shoulders spasming every time you rock into me, and I can feel the fire building inside. But this time I don’t push it away, don’t try to stop it. You gave me permission and I let it ignite.
“Mer …” A word of warning as my eyes lock onto yours, and then the flames are racing through me, consuming everything in their path. Every muscle tenses, my face contorting with a snarl as my body arches off the bed, legs pulling you closer as my cock jerks, hot seed spurting over my belly, my chest and I scream your name as your pounding takes me higher with every stroke.
Eomer: The display beneath me ends any thought I might have had of prolonging this . . . my name on your lips finishes the last of my will and I explode, my orgasm overtaking me like a wave crashing over me, as I lose everything in a great gush of pleasure. I howl your name in return, my body plunging violently into yours. I keep
spasming, unable to stop, the sight of you so undone at my hands the most intoxicating thing I have ever seen.
"I love you, Theo," I whisper, when my voice finally returns to me, that and my brain having gone absent while I was inside your tight heat.
My fingers shake slightly, as I still ride the long slopes of the release I found with you, but I work the buckles on the cuffs at your wrists. When your arms are finally free, I rub your shoulders, remembering how stiff mine have gotten from these activities. You
give a shuddering sigh and curl against me and I wrap you in my arms, my fingers still rubbing your muscles and my lips nuzzling your hair.
Théo: My body is completely sated, arms and legs feel fluid, boneless almost as I curl against you, wishing I could simply melt against your warm skin. And as your hands ease the ache from my shoulders, I purr with contentment, burying my face in your neck. Your scent is heavily laced with sweat and sex and I drink it in, my tongue flicking out to taste your skin.
My thoughts are scattered to the wind, mind empty of any purpose or design other than wanting your mouth on mine before my eyelids grow too heavy to keep open. It is only the middle of the day, yet I am fighting sleep. I work my way around your jaw, kissing and nibbling, smiling as our eyes meet and your mouth brushes over mine. With my goal achieved, I wriggle down so my head rests on your chest, your strong heartbeat lulling me further into a doze. “My love.” I murmur, the only two words I am capable of right now.
Eomer You breathing evens out, deepens, making me want to join you, wrapped together in slumber. My fingers still stroke you, soothing you as you sleep. I know you need it, because I have always been exhausted beyond all reason when we have finished one of your games.
I have a small satisfied smile on my face. Your trust in me, to let me do this to you, to put yourself in my hands this way . . . touches my heart and I did not believe it was possible to love you further, but somehow, this lowering of barriers between us deepens what I feel for you. I no longer know if I would survive without your love, I think I need it as much as I need food and drink.
My other urges are sated for the moment, but my stomach gives a warning rumble which I ignore, letting my mind drift in the direction of what other things we can do to each other when you are rested. And so wrapped in these pleasant thoughts, I slip away also.
Warning - NC-17
