Lord and Master Chapter Eight (rated NC-17)
Posted: Fri Dec 31, 2004 9:35 pm
Lord and Master
teardropdangel
Disclaimer: Don?t even have money for lunch. No, I don?t own Gundam Wing.
Warning: Heeehee?I think I?ll let you figure it out on your own?*snickers*
A.N: Seems like I've had a block on this story. Sorry for the delay. :-?
Chapter Eight (yes the real chapter eight): A Matter of Wills
He was dreaming again.
A salacious dream of a woman who haunted in him sleep even she plagued him in his waking fantasies. An erotic enchantress that dominated this dream world. Murmured whispers of promises, of bliss spilt forth from her honeyed lips, lips he longed to take in his own, as she rose over him. Her long hair brushed across his chest in an erotic caress as she bent to place a kiss on his lips.
A protest came in the form of a grunt when she pulled away, then a groan of pleasure came from him when she slid down his body, the golden tresses following the trail her hot, wet mouth. Her tongue peaked out to touch his aching cock, the contact teasingly short, inciting a strum of pleasure to vibrate throughout his body. His hips moved impatiently, silently begging her for more.
Mercifully, she took him into her mouth, laved at his thick erection in long, thorough licks, making those sounds he?d become to associate with her pleasure as she did this him. He wanted to touch her, to sink his fingers into her heat, but she moved away. Her clever fingers found a particularly sensitive spot just behind his balls and he jerked, his body responding to the intense feeling. With effort, he fought keep his hips down, wanting to come inside of her, to feel her shaking beneath him, screaming his name. He tugged at her hair.
?Relena.? Only her name, said on a pleading note.
She ignored him, resisting the insistent pull of his hand. She sucked harder, reveling in her power over him, excited that she could make him tremble.
He was going to come, the pleasure she offered too great to resist. He didn?t want to. Damn it, he didn?t want to.
?Relena.?
Relena?s smirk was hindered by Heero?s cock, but the victorious gleam in her eyes was not. She released him with an audible pop and quickly moved off the bed. She watched him awaken, appreciating the sight made by the weak, infant rays cast by the dawning sun on his skin. His arm was slung over his eyes, his chest still heaving. Her lips curved, sharp masochistic satisfaction found in that smile. ?Good morning, Heero. Are you well rested, my lord??
He raised his arm to glare at her. His face was taunt with desire. ?Come here and finish it, witch.?
She raised a polite eyebrow, a feigned expression of befuddlement in place. ?Wouldn?t that mean sex, Heero??
His growl spoke volumes of his displeasure. He grabbed at her, but his movements were sluggish.
She dodged. Heard him curse heatedly. ?Why, Heero, what happened to that control you spoke so highly of?? Before he could try to grab her again, she moved took the long way around his bed to reach the door. She offered him a bright, wicked smile as she opened the door of his bedchamber. ?The cook says to tell you that breakfast is ready.?
Left alone, Heero stared down that his painfully aroused member in disgust. Revenge stewed in his mind as he padded to the small bathroom that adjoined his room, cursing the object of his obsession with every step he took.
~*~
Heero waited patiently in his office.
The opportunity to exact his revenge had not come until supper. His tormenter had maintained her distance and had managed to successfully avoid him throughout the day. She was forced to confront him, finally, at dinner. Dinner was eaten in silence for the most, except for the barest of verbal intercourse of ?Good evening?. He noted with satisfaction that she had consumed most of her food and fled the table quickly. He?d decided to put an end to this game. She wouldn?t last long, couldn?t resist him any longer. He was sure of it. One more push was all that was needed. Her cock teasing game that morning had proven that.
Now, all he had to do was wait for Relena to come to him. Which, he supposed, should have been?
The heavy door of his office opened with a sharp bang. ?You are a bastard.?
He remained seated in a reclined position. ?That, my dear, I am aware of already.?
The angry princess stalked across the darkened room. There was a faint tremor in her movements and a flush in her face that he knew had nothing to do with her fury. ?You?ve drugged me!?
He inclined his head slightly. ?I am aware of that as well.?
She glared at him, her hands fist at her sides. ?This isn?t fair!?
At last, he looked up at her and instantly became hard. Christ, the woman had not a stitch of clothing on. ?And abandoning me this morning with a stiff prick that so wanted to be buried inside you was? When I think on it, it still wants to be buried inside you.?
Her eyes shut tightly, as if protecting herself from his words. ?Don?t,? she ordered, although the imperious tone she was striving for was marred by a rushed inhalation of breath.
?Whatever do you mean, witch? Do you protest my expressing my cock?s utmost desire to-?
?I hate you.? Her eyes opened a fraction, loathing the amusement that laced his tone.
He smiled easily. ?No, witch, you do not. You merely detest receiving a taste of your own medicine.? He held out his hand. ?Come.? The one word was laden with promise of ecstasy to come.
Refusing wasn?t an option, she knew. Not when her body was aflame, chemically and naturally. But when faced with Heero?s smug, confident smirk, she was oh-so-tempted to do just that out of spite and damn the consequences.
Perhaps something showed on her face, or mayhap the assassin had perfected the art of mind-reading, but his face immediately transformed into a mask of quintessential contrition. He unfolded from his seat and rose. ?Angel,? he said softly.
?You have not won, Heero Yuy,? she bit off fiercely even as she launched herself at him, began attacking the garments that had the misfortune of getting in her way. ?This is merely an intermission.?
Any response he might have had was swallowed by her avaricious mouth, impatient and hungry. She practically clawed at his shirt, but he paid no mind to the destruction of his attire. Relena with her legs wrapped around him tended to dissolve all traces of rational thought.
?Hurry, hurry,? she urged, a breathless demand.
?I am moving as fast as I possibly can, witch.? He managed to push his trousers down, then regarded her with an intense gaze, absently wondering whether she could wait to have him inside her before she came.
?Now,? she insisted.
?No.? He turned her around, cleared his desk with a wave of his hand and laid her down. ?Now,? he murmured and surged into her.
She screamed and melted against him before he?d set up a rhythm. She moaned when he moved against her, gasped when he forced her to sit up.
?Again,? he whispered into the skin at her neck, drawing her knees up. He thrust hard and deep, relishing in the half-cries every brush against her clitoris caused. His hands held her hips firmly still; he controlled her pleasure, taking her up teasingly up to that jagged precipice, then bringing her back down before starting all over again.
?Heero,? she panted.
?Yes, witch.?
?Let me come.?
He shook his head, a shadow of a smile traced his lips.
She bit him, hard, in desperation.
He jerked back with a curse, his brows arched in disbelief. ?I should walk away now.?
?You will not.? But her arms tightened around him. She kissed his jaw. ?Please.?
Damned if he could refuse her anything. ?Since you?ve asked so nicely.? Since your cunt is so deliciously tight. He began to thrust again in earnest, momentarily forgetting that he was supposed to be in control, momentarily forgetting everything as bliss crashed through him, vaguely aware of her cries as his orgasm consumed him.
?You will be the end of me, witch,? he breathed, hooking an arm around her middle, flipping them over. ?You and these orgasms.?
She gave a self-satisfied smile. ?At the very least, I would be able to say that I destroyed Heero Yuy with mind-bending sex.? She laughed before she frowned abruptly. She slapped his chest with both her hands as she sat up. ?You haven?t won, Heero. You cheated.?
He thought to remind her of this morning, but wisely held his tongue. ?Angel,? he whispered, ?do you not think the point moot when I am inside of you??
She muttered an explicit curse under her breath and shuddered.
He chuckled, a deep rumbling sound. ?Such a dirty mouth. I would have never thought it of you, angel.?
?Stop talking,? she commanded.
?As my lady wishes."
teardropdangel
Disclaimer: Don?t even have money for lunch. No, I don?t own Gundam Wing.
Warning: Heeehee?I think I?ll let you figure it out on your own?*snickers*
A.N: Seems like I've had a block on this story. Sorry for the delay. :-?
Chapter Eight (yes the real chapter eight): A Matter of Wills
He was dreaming again.
A salacious dream of a woman who haunted in him sleep even she plagued him in his waking fantasies. An erotic enchantress that dominated this dream world. Murmured whispers of promises, of bliss spilt forth from her honeyed lips, lips he longed to take in his own, as she rose over him. Her long hair brushed across his chest in an erotic caress as she bent to place a kiss on his lips.
A protest came in the form of a grunt when she pulled away, then a groan of pleasure came from him when she slid down his body, the golden tresses following the trail her hot, wet mouth. Her tongue peaked out to touch his aching cock, the contact teasingly short, inciting a strum of pleasure to vibrate throughout his body. His hips moved impatiently, silently begging her for more.
Mercifully, she took him into her mouth, laved at his thick erection in long, thorough licks, making those sounds he?d become to associate with her pleasure as she did this him. He wanted to touch her, to sink his fingers into her heat, but she moved away. Her clever fingers found a particularly sensitive spot just behind his balls and he jerked, his body responding to the intense feeling. With effort, he fought keep his hips down, wanting to come inside of her, to feel her shaking beneath him, screaming his name. He tugged at her hair.
?Relena.? Only her name, said on a pleading note.
She ignored him, resisting the insistent pull of his hand. She sucked harder, reveling in her power over him, excited that she could make him tremble.
He was going to come, the pleasure she offered too great to resist. He didn?t want to. Damn it, he didn?t want to.
?Relena.?
Relena?s smirk was hindered by Heero?s cock, but the victorious gleam in her eyes was not. She released him with an audible pop and quickly moved off the bed. She watched him awaken, appreciating the sight made by the weak, infant rays cast by the dawning sun on his skin. His arm was slung over his eyes, his chest still heaving. Her lips curved, sharp masochistic satisfaction found in that smile. ?Good morning, Heero. Are you well rested, my lord??
He raised his arm to glare at her. His face was taunt with desire. ?Come here and finish it, witch.?
She raised a polite eyebrow, a feigned expression of befuddlement in place. ?Wouldn?t that mean sex, Heero??
His growl spoke volumes of his displeasure. He grabbed at her, but his movements were sluggish.
She dodged. Heard him curse heatedly. ?Why, Heero, what happened to that control you spoke so highly of?? Before he could try to grab her again, she moved took the long way around his bed to reach the door. She offered him a bright, wicked smile as she opened the door of his bedchamber. ?The cook says to tell you that breakfast is ready.?
Left alone, Heero stared down that his painfully aroused member in disgust. Revenge stewed in his mind as he padded to the small bathroom that adjoined his room, cursing the object of his obsession with every step he took.
~*~
Heero waited patiently in his office.
The opportunity to exact his revenge had not come until supper. His tormenter had maintained her distance and had managed to successfully avoid him throughout the day. She was forced to confront him, finally, at dinner. Dinner was eaten in silence for the most, except for the barest of verbal intercourse of ?Good evening?. He noted with satisfaction that she had consumed most of her food and fled the table quickly. He?d decided to put an end to this game. She wouldn?t last long, couldn?t resist him any longer. He was sure of it. One more push was all that was needed. Her cock teasing game that morning had proven that.
Now, all he had to do was wait for Relena to come to him. Which, he supposed, should have been?
The heavy door of his office opened with a sharp bang. ?You are a bastard.?
He remained seated in a reclined position. ?That, my dear, I am aware of already.?
The angry princess stalked across the darkened room. There was a faint tremor in her movements and a flush in her face that he knew had nothing to do with her fury. ?You?ve drugged me!?
He inclined his head slightly. ?I am aware of that as well.?
She glared at him, her hands fist at her sides. ?This isn?t fair!?
At last, he looked up at her and instantly became hard. Christ, the woman had not a stitch of clothing on. ?And abandoning me this morning with a stiff prick that so wanted to be buried inside you was? When I think on it, it still wants to be buried inside you.?
Her eyes shut tightly, as if protecting herself from his words. ?Don?t,? she ordered, although the imperious tone she was striving for was marred by a rushed inhalation of breath.
?Whatever do you mean, witch? Do you protest my expressing my cock?s utmost desire to-?
?I hate you.? Her eyes opened a fraction, loathing the amusement that laced his tone.
He smiled easily. ?No, witch, you do not. You merely detest receiving a taste of your own medicine.? He held out his hand. ?Come.? The one word was laden with promise of ecstasy to come.
Refusing wasn?t an option, she knew. Not when her body was aflame, chemically and naturally. But when faced with Heero?s smug, confident smirk, she was oh-so-tempted to do just that out of spite and damn the consequences.
Perhaps something showed on her face, or mayhap the assassin had perfected the art of mind-reading, but his face immediately transformed into a mask of quintessential contrition. He unfolded from his seat and rose. ?Angel,? he said softly.
?You have not won, Heero Yuy,? she bit off fiercely even as she launched herself at him, began attacking the garments that had the misfortune of getting in her way. ?This is merely an intermission.?
Any response he might have had was swallowed by her avaricious mouth, impatient and hungry. She practically clawed at his shirt, but he paid no mind to the destruction of his attire. Relena with her legs wrapped around him tended to dissolve all traces of rational thought.
?Hurry, hurry,? she urged, a breathless demand.
?I am moving as fast as I possibly can, witch.? He managed to push his trousers down, then regarded her with an intense gaze, absently wondering whether she could wait to have him inside her before she came.
?Now,? she insisted.
?No.? He turned her around, cleared his desk with a wave of his hand and laid her down. ?Now,? he murmured and surged into her.
She screamed and melted against him before he?d set up a rhythm. She moaned when he moved against her, gasped when he forced her to sit up.
?Again,? he whispered into the skin at her neck, drawing her knees up. He thrust hard and deep, relishing in the half-cries every brush against her clitoris caused. His hands held her hips firmly still; he controlled her pleasure, taking her up teasingly up to that jagged precipice, then bringing her back down before starting all over again.
?Heero,? she panted.
?Yes, witch.?
?Let me come.?
He shook his head, a shadow of a smile traced his lips.
She bit him, hard, in desperation.
He jerked back with a curse, his brows arched in disbelief. ?I should walk away now.?
?You will not.? But her arms tightened around him. She kissed his jaw. ?Please.?
Damned if he could refuse her anything. ?Since you?ve asked so nicely.? Since your cunt is so deliciously tight. He began to thrust again in earnest, momentarily forgetting that he was supposed to be in control, momentarily forgetting everything as bliss crashed through him, vaguely aware of her cries as his orgasm consumed him.
?You will be the end of me, witch,? he breathed, hooking an arm around her middle, flipping them over. ?You and these orgasms.?
She gave a self-satisfied smile. ?At the very least, I would be able to say that I destroyed Heero Yuy with mind-bending sex.? She laughed before she frowned abruptly. She slapped his chest with both her hands as she sat up. ?You haven?t won, Heero. You cheated.?
He thought to remind her of this morning, but wisely held his tongue. ?Angel,? he whispered, ?do you not think the point moot when I am inside of you??
She muttered an explicit curse under her breath and shuddered.
He chuckled, a deep rumbling sound. ?Such a dirty mouth. I would have never thought it of you, angel.?
?Stop talking,? she commanded.
?As my lady wishes."
