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fandomsecrets2013-08-12 06:42 pm
case) wrote in fandomsecrets2013-08-12 06:42 pm
[ SECRET POST #2414 ]
⌈ Secret Post #2414 ⌋
Warning: Some secrets are NOT worksafe and may contain SPOILERS.
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[Akumu-chan / My Little Nightmare]
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[Star Trek: The Next Generation/Deanna Troi]
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[The Borgias]
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[Kaiba Seto and Jounouchi Katsuya from Yu-gi-oh!]
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[Spring Breakers]
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[Murder Rooms]
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[Twin Peaks]
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[Mass Effect]
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[Despicable Me 2]
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[Ice Age]
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[Arrested Development]
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[Super Junior]
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[Halloween]
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Notes:
Secrets Left to Post: 03 pages, 064 secrets from Secret Submission Post #345.
Secrets Not Posted: [ 0 - broken links ], [ 0 - not!secrets ], [ 0 - not!fandom ], [ 0 - too big ], [ 0 - repeat ].
Current Secret Submissions Post: here.
Suggestions, comments, and concerns should go here.
BUT WHAT ABOUT THE MINDLESS SMUT, THEN
(Anonymous) 2013-08-13 02:05 am (UTC)(link)ALSO: post what you've written, as well, for the love of all that is holy.
She sat before him, bound to the chair, eyes half-lidded.
He had been kind. He had told her that she had only to answer his questions, and then she would be free to go. He wouldn't hurt her; he had tied her to the chair only to keep her from running out of the room. He would release her as soon as they were done.
He had gotten quite a bit of information out of her, and he was pleased. But there was more to come.
Throughout the "interview," he had touched her -- lightly, briefly, all calculated to appear unintentional. At first, it caused little reaction, but as time went on and the serum took effect, she began to respond. Her neck and cheeks were flushed, now; her breathing was heavy. Her legs had drifted apart and her voice had dropped an octave, become low and throaty. She was trying not to look at him. She was trying not to feel what he knew she must be feeling.
He turned away from her, toward the desk and terminal he'd been using, and entered her most recent reply into his notes. He surveyed the room as he did so. White and grey, a sanitized realm of steel -- desks, counters, instruments, terminals. Where would they go, when the time came? It wouldn't be as comfortable as he would have liked. A shame, that.
When he turned back, she had closed her eyes and was biting her lip. He smiled. It wouldn't be long, now. He leaned forward, brushed her knee with his fingertips. She jerked upright and met his gaze. Her copper eyes were clouded with lust. Excitement pulled at his groin, but he shoved it aside and forced a look of concern.
"Are you all right?" he asked.
Her gaze lingered on his face for a moment, then shot to the side and began to wander. "Yes. Yes, I'm fine."
"Are you sure? You look warm." He leaned further forward, so that the upper half of his body hovered over hers. She shuddered and pushed herself against the back of the chair. When the back of his wrist came to rest against her forehead, her eyes rolled up and her mouth parted. "You are warm." He pulled away and studied her, considering. Her chest heaved; her hands, which he had allowed some freedom of movement, wrung the sides of her shorts.
He stood and slowly moved behind her. She tried to hide the fact that she was watching him, but she was, and she had begun to writhe. He bent down to her ear -- not too close; just close enough that he knew she'd be able to feel his breath. He delighted when he saw the hairs on her neck straighten. "If I untie you," he began, "will you promise not to run out of the room until we are done?"
There was no answer.
"I'm worried. You don't look well, and I don't think that being tied down is helping with that." He put his hand on her shoulder. She leaned into it. "As I've said, I'm not interested in harming you. If we can finish up without you being bound, then all's the better. What do you say? Do you promise?"
There was a pause, and then, "okay. I promise."
His pulse raced. He untied her as quickly as he could while still being gentle, taking the opportunity to pepper her with more light, teasing touches. The pace of her breaths quickened; her hands balled into tight fists. Once he'd freed her, he looped the rope over his arm as casually as he could manage, then turned from her and headed toward his bag, which he'd left in the alcove by the door. He was so excited that his hands trembled as he packed the rope. He was shocked to find, however, that he was also nervous. Even with all that he had done to prepare and to ensure that the moment would be right, things still might not go as planned. She might yet decide that she didn't want him; the serum wasn't foolproof. He took a deep breath. It was no use chewing over what-ifs. He didn't have much time left, and he needed to make the best of it. He turned back, resolving to try his best to achieve success.
And saw her standing beside the chair, legs slightly apart, one hand tangled in the fabric of her shirt.
He took a hesitant step toward her. She looked wild, almost possessed. His heart was leaping, and he could feel his cock stiffening, but he kept his expression as mild and impassive as he was able. It was close, now, so close; he couldn't blow it. "What's going on?" He was surprised that he was able to keep the tremor from his voice.
There was a long, tense moment where nothing happened, where they simply stood and stared at one another. Then, she crossed the gap between them and threw herself into his arms. Exaltation flooded through him. She kissed him hungrily, biting and sucking his lips and tongue. She tore at his chest and shoulders, ripped his shirt and sent buttons flying. One of her legs made its way to his hip; she ground against his now fully erect cock with a ferocity that startled him. Before he quite knew what was happening, he had been thrown hard against the door.
"Hey now," he said. She was nibbling on his neck and ears and attacking his belt buckle. "Let's...let's take it easy."
She pulled away, shot him a look that was equal parts frustration and rage. The copper had become fire. "Take it easy?" She raked her nails down his bare chest. One hand continued down, went over his thigh; she stroked his inseam with a single finger. "I don't think so." She cupped his groin and squeezed, hard. He grit his teeth. Tears formed in the corners of his eyes. "You've been teasing the shit out of me since you brought me in here." She planted one hand firmly against his chest and pushed, pinning him to the door. With the other, she undid his belt, unbuttoned and unzipped his slacks. She leaned forward until her face was only inches from his. Her smile was menacing. "I'm gonna get what I want from you, you son of a bitch."
He knew, then, that he'd made a terrible mistake. And that he was going to pay for it.
Re: BUT WHAT ABOUT THE MINDLESS SMUT, THEN
Re: BUT WHAT ABOUT THE MINDLESS SMUT, THEN
(Anonymous) 2013-08-13 03:09 am (UTC)(link)Re: BUT WHAT ABOUT THE MINDLESS SMUT, THEN