FIC: Feels Like The First Time
Title: Feels Like The First Time
Author: Cassie Morgan (falconkenobi@aol.com)
Author Web Page: http://www.aemslash.co.uk Obsess, Much?
Fandom: RP - Hilary Duff
Categories: Hilary Duff/‘You’, BDSM, PWP
Rating: NC-17
Thanks to: You, for reading this. mrsahboison for requesting in the fic meme. Chel, as ever, for the beta.
Disclaimer: Hilary Duff is a real people, and the events in this story are just that - fictional, figments of my sick and twisted imagination. Hell, call it a fantasy if it makes you feel better. Whatever. No rumours should be started in regards to any events in these works of fiction. This story is written purely for entertainment purposes and no money is being made out of it.
Notes: Written for mrsahboison who wanted a Hilary and rope fanfic
Summary: Hilary has a new game she wants you to play. And, as ever, you find yourself unable to deny her anything
“I’ve never done this before,” you whisper and your voice is shaking as much as your hands as she binds them behind your back, silky white rope securing your wrists together.
“Don’t worry she says,” her warm breath ghosting across your cheek, her lips at your ear. “I have.” She kneads your tense shoulders and you sigh. “Relax,” she advises. “Relax and enjoy it.”
“OK,” you hear yourself agreeing, turning to look over your shoulder as she steps back, picking up more rope from the floor at her feet.
She quickly and deftly ties your elbows together, forcing your chest forward and a whimper from you, arousal coursing through your veins. You gasp, shifting position on the floor, your knees falling further apart.
“You like that,” she laughs softly and you are unable to deny it. “I knew you would,” she tells you, picking up the last length of rope. She loops it around your neck, snugly but not too tight to choke you, the rest of the length held loosely in her hand; a leash.
She tugs on the leash and you awkwardly shuffle forward after her, your cheeks flaming but you’re more turned on than you can remember. She leads you on a full circuit of the room then stops abruptly, tugging you close, your head level with her crotch.
“You know what to do,” she instructs, coiling the leash around one hand, the other grabbing your hair, holding your head in place.
You inhale her scent deeply, tongue swiping the length of her slit, eliciting a low moan from her. You wince as her grip on your hair tightens and you start to struggle against your bondage, desperate to be able to touch her, hold her, grab her ass as you eat her out.
But you can’t.
She grips your head tighter as you continue to pleasure her; tongue teasing her clit; sucking on the swollen nub; tongue darting in and out of the pussy, fucking her with your mouth until she cries out, her legs trembling as she orgasms, your name on her lips.
She sinks to her knees in front of you and kisses you on the lips, tasting herself, the flat of her hands running down your chest.
You grin back at her and lean forward for another kiss, yelping as she pinches your nipples. You arch your back and grit your teeth as she pulls and twists them, fire burning and pleasure pooling in the pit of your stomach. You gasp and she laughs, rising to her feet, using your nipples to pull you up.
Your tears spill, rolling down your cheeks but she kisses them away, telling you how proud she is of you, cupping your face in her hands. You smile weakly at her and she kisses you again.
She waits for you to regain your composure before taking a step back, freeing your nipples and pulling the leash taut. “I don’t want to hurt you,” she tells you conversationally. “However, if you don’t behave I’m going to have you. But I’m not going to have to, am I? You’re going to be good for me, aren’t you?”
~el fin~
Author: Cassie Morgan (falconkenobi@aol.com)
Author Web Page: http://www.aemslash.co.uk Obsess, Much?
Fandom: RP - Hilary Duff
Categories: Hilary Duff/‘You’, BDSM, PWP
Rating: NC-17
Thanks to: You, for reading this. mrsahboison for requesting in the fic meme. Chel, as ever, for the beta.
Disclaimer: Hilary Duff is a real people, and the events in this story are just that - fictional, figments of my sick and twisted imagination. Hell, call it a fantasy if it makes you feel better. Whatever. No rumours should be started in regards to any events in these works of fiction. This story is written purely for entertainment purposes and no money is being made out of it.
Notes: Written for mrsahboison who wanted a Hilary and rope fanfic
Summary: Hilary has a new game she wants you to play. And, as ever, you find yourself unable to deny her anything
“I’ve never done this before,” you whisper and your voice is shaking as much as your hands as she binds them behind your back, silky white rope securing your wrists together.
“Don’t worry she says,” her warm breath ghosting across your cheek, her lips at your ear. “I have.” She kneads your tense shoulders and you sigh. “Relax,” she advises. “Relax and enjoy it.”
“OK,” you hear yourself agreeing, turning to look over your shoulder as she steps back, picking up more rope from the floor at her feet.
She quickly and deftly ties your elbows together, forcing your chest forward and a whimper from you, arousal coursing through your veins. You gasp, shifting position on the floor, your knees falling further apart.
“You like that,” she laughs softly and you are unable to deny it. “I knew you would,” she tells you, picking up the last length of rope. She loops it around your neck, snugly but not too tight to choke you, the rest of the length held loosely in her hand; a leash.
She tugs on the leash and you awkwardly shuffle forward after her, your cheeks flaming but you’re more turned on than you can remember. She leads you on a full circuit of the room then stops abruptly, tugging you close, your head level with her crotch.
“You know what to do,” she instructs, coiling the leash around one hand, the other grabbing your hair, holding your head in place.
You inhale her scent deeply, tongue swiping the length of her slit, eliciting a low moan from her. You wince as her grip on your hair tightens and you start to struggle against your bondage, desperate to be able to touch her, hold her, grab her ass as you eat her out.
But you can’t.
She grips your head tighter as you continue to pleasure her; tongue teasing her clit; sucking on the swollen nub; tongue darting in and out of the pussy, fucking her with your mouth until she cries out, her legs trembling as she orgasms, your name on her lips.
She sinks to her knees in front of you and kisses you on the lips, tasting herself, the flat of her hands running down your chest.
You grin back at her and lean forward for another kiss, yelping as she pinches your nipples. You arch your back and grit your teeth as she pulls and twists them, fire burning and pleasure pooling in the pit of your stomach. You gasp and she laughs, rising to her feet, using your nipples to pull you up.
Your tears spill, rolling down your cheeks but she kisses them away, telling you how proud she is of you, cupping your face in her hands. You smile weakly at her and she kisses you again.
She waits for you to regain your composure before taking a step back, freeing your nipples and pulling the leash taut. “I don’t want to hurt you,” she tells you conversationally. “However, if you don’t behave I’m going to have you. But I’m not going to have to, am I? You’re going to be good for me, aren’t you?”
~el fin~