There Are No Clever Titles Left for Stories About Being Tied Up (30 Rock, Jack/Liz)
Title: There Are No Clever Titles Left for Stories About Being Tied Up
For: The Alphabet Meme
Fandom: 30 Rock
Pairing: Jack/Liz
Prompt: R is for restraint. (For mindymakru.)
Word Count: 836
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Bondage and D/s themes.
Summary: He's mentioned the possibility of tying her up... (Follows " The Most Unnecessary of Apologies.")
Disclaimer: Not mine. Don't sue!
*
Jack's mentioned the possibility of tying her up... well, of her enjoying that, maybe, and, one night, after she gets a little tipsy, Liz mentions that she wants to try it.
"I mean, you were right about the spanking."
Her face flushes; she may feel more comfortable with this, much less ashamed, but it's still a little... red-face-causing. That doesn't sound like a thing, but anyway.
"So if you think I might like it, we should try it." She waits for him to respond, but he looks at her normally, looks at her the way he was when she was complaining about work earlier, looks at her as if she hadn't just suggested kinky sex. (But maybe kinky has become normal for them.) "Dude, seriously, say something or I'll ramble all night about getting tied up and we won't have time for sex."
"There's always time for sex."
After a few moments of silence: "That's why the quickie exists, right? But no one gets tied up for a quickie. Come on, let's get this, you know. Started--"
He kisses her, slides his hand underneath her shirt. He flicks open the clasp of her front-closing bra and keeps his hand there, between her breasts.
"Go into the bedroom and take your clothes off."
He lifts her shirt up, closes his lips over one of her hardening nipples and sucks. After he lifts his head up, he moves his thumb back and forth over the center of her breast.
"Then I'll tie you to the bed and fuck you."
She doesn't respond.
He tugs her shirt back down. Follows her into the bedroom.
*
She doesn't ask what he's intending to use to tie her up and, after she takes her clothes off and lies down, he produces a couple of scarves from a dresser drawer. Jack, still dressed, joins her on the bed. Reaching up, she brushes a finger over the fabric, which feels like silk.
(Does he specifically have these to tie ladies up? She's not going to ask. But the answer is probably yes. What else would he use them for?)
He encircles one of her wrists with the end of a scarf, tying a knot.
"This isn't going to be uncomfortable, right?"
"I know what I'm doing."
"Yeah. I bet you do."
"But if you become uncomfortable--"
"I say the magic word."
He smirks down at her before slipping the other end of the scarf around a bar in the headboard. He does the same with her other wrist before leaving the bed. He stands to the side, brushes his fingers over the inside of her thigh. She swallows.
"Don't do my legs, okay? I don't want to see you touch my feet." She pauses. He starts to unbutton his shirt. "Or you could blindfold me next time. If I like it. And if you have one. Well, I guess you could use a scarf."
"I have one, but I can use whatever you want. If you like it this time."
She watches him take off his clothes and, truth is, she's already sure she likes this. Because she's ready. She could say she's just looking forward to the sex, but if she didn't feel good about being tied to his bed, if she didn't inherently enjoy being here at his will, she wouldn't be able to get turned on.
He's turned on, too, but in her experience, erections are pretty easy to cause. Though, yeah, he must like this. He wouldn't have suggested this if it grossed him out. He wouldn't have sex scarves in his dresser.
(She wonders what is over the line for him.)
He returns to the bed. His eyes travel over her body, but he doesn't touch her. Finally: his palm cups her breast. He pinches her nipple, twists it. His mouth is on her soon after, and this is how it continues, his hands and mouth rough on her body as she tugs at the restraints. When she feels his erection near her sex, he presses his hand to her hip before she arches toward him. Holds her still as he rubs his cock against her folds, teasing her and making himself slick with her arousal.
She would beg, but he hasn't asked her to. So she waits, watches his lips travel over her chest. There's a desire to touch him, and somehow the frustration makes this better. Makes the effects of his attentions sharper until she's ready to *tell,* not beg, but she can't do that either. He circles her clit with his finger before he pushes inside her, making her cry out. She's whimpering as he fucks her, wordlessly encouraging him to keep going. His teeth scrape against her nipple, then right below her ear.
"You like this."
It's not a question, so she doesn't answer. Right before she comes the first time, she does speak, saying his name as she again tugs at the scarves.
(They're going to end up using that blindfold.)
END
For: The Alphabet Meme
Fandom: 30 Rock
Pairing: Jack/Liz
Prompt: R is for restraint. (For mindymakru.)
Word Count: 836
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Bondage and D/s themes.
Summary: He's mentioned the possibility of tying her up... (Follows " The Most Unnecessary of Apologies.")
Disclaimer: Not mine. Don't sue!
*
Jack's mentioned the possibility of tying her up... well, of her enjoying that, maybe, and, one night, after she gets a little tipsy, Liz mentions that she wants to try it.
"I mean, you were right about the spanking."
Her face flushes; she may feel more comfortable with this, much less ashamed, but it's still a little... red-face-causing. That doesn't sound like a thing, but anyway.
"So if you think I might like it, we should try it." She waits for him to respond, but he looks at her normally, looks at her the way he was when she was complaining about work earlier, looks at her as if she hadn't just suggested kinky sex. (But maybe kinky has become normal for them.) "Dude, seriously, say something or I'll ramble all night about getting tied up and we won't have time for sex."
"There's always time for sex."
After a few moments of silence: "That's why the quickie exists, right? But no one gets tied up for a quickie. Come on, let's get this, you know. Started--"
He kisses her, slides his hand underneath her shirt. He flicks open the clasp of her front-closing bra and keeps his hand there, between her breasts.
"Go into the bedroom and take your clothes off."
He lifts her shirt up, closes his lips over one of her hardening nipples and sucks. After he lifts his head up, he moves his thumb back and forth over the center of her breast.
"Then I'll tie you to the bed and fuck you."
She doesn't respond.
He tugs her shirt back down. Follows her into the bedroom.
*
She doesn't ask what he's intending to use to tie her up and, after she takes her clothes off and lies down, he produces a couple of scarves from a dresser drawer. Jack, still dressed, joins her on the bed. Reaching up, she brushes a finger over the fabric, which feels like silk.
(Does he specifically have these to tie ladies up? She's not going to ask. But the answer is probably yes. What else would he use them for?)
He encircles one of her wrists with the end of a scarf, tying a knot.
"This isn't going to be uncomfortable, right?"
"I know what I'm doing."
"Yeah. I bet you do."
"But if you become uncomfortable--"
"I say the magic word."
He smirks down at her before slipping the other end of the scarf around a bar in the headboard. He does the same with her other wrist before leaving the bed. He stands to the side, brushes his fingers over the inside of her thigh. She swallows.
"Don't do my legs, okay? I don't want to see you touch my feet." She pauses. He starts to unbutton his shirt. "Or you could blindfold me next time. If I like it. And if you have one. Well, I guess you could use a scarf."
"I have one, but I can use whatever you want. If you like it this time."
She watches him take off his clothes and, truth is, she's already sure she likes this. Because she's ready. She could say she's just looking forward to the sex, but if she didn't feel good about being tied to his bed, if she didn't inherently enjoy being here at his will, she wouldn't be able to get turned on.
He's turned on, too, but in her experience, erections are pretty easy to cause. Though, yeah, he must like this. He wouldn't have suggested this if it grossed him out. He wouldn't have sex scarves in his dresser.
(She wonders what is over the line for him.)
He returns to the bed. His eyes travel over her body, but he doesn't touch her. Finally: his palm cups her breast. He pinches her nipple, twists it. His mouth is on her soon after, and this is how it continues, his hands and mouth rough on her body as she tugs at the restraints. When she feels his erection near her sex, he presses his hand to her hip before she arches toward him. Holds her still as he rubs his cock against her folds, teasing her and making himself slick with her arousal.
She would beg, but he hasn't asked her to. So she waits, watches his lips travel over her chest. There's a desire to touch him, and somehow the frustration makes this better. Makes the effects of his attentions sharper until she's ready to *tell,* not beg, but she can't do that either. He circles her clit with his finger before he pushes inside her, making her cry out. She's whimpering as he fucks her, wordlessly encouraging him to keep going. His teeth scrape against her nipple, then right below her ear.
"You like this."
It's not a question, so she doesn't answer. Right before she comes the first time, she does speak, saying his name as she again tugs at the scarves.
(They're going to end up using that blindfold.)
END