FF: Submission NC-17 HG/Myka (Warehouse 13)
Title: Submission
Author: Manda
Pairing: Myka/HG
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: BDSM, spanking
Spoilers: None
Feedback: Here or at muppetmanda@livejournal.com would be lovely.
A/N: Just a little PWP because there needs to be more Myka/HG kink and smut in the world.
Enjoy!
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Pain seers through her body. Stars burst behind her eyes. And still, Helena begs for more.
There are marks down her back, thick red welts from Myka’s leather belt, matching stripes across her ass and the backs of her thighs. She cares not. All that matters is the hiss of leather singing through the air followed by the sweet sting as it makes contact, Myka’s voice a soft anchor.
“You’re doing so well Helena. So well.”
Myka’s praise falls over her like silk, delicate and smooth, easing away the pain and filling her with pride. She asks for another stroke of the belt, and can practically feel Myka’s smile right before the leather makes contact with her ass again. The pain explodes through her body, but instead of it triggering hurt and humiliation there is only love and desire. She is wet, so wet, for her lover. The pain is only part of the turn on; the rest, probably the most, comes from knowing that she has put all of her trust in Myka’s hands and surrendered control completely. Willingly.
She’s never given anyone control over her before. Certainly not like this. But Myka has earned her trust, with soft looks and kind smiles, and unfailingly loyalty. Myka has won her heart and this, now, is her reward: Helena’s utter submission.
Helena trembles, her hands clenched around the slats of the headboard where Myka has ordered her to grasp. Kneeling on the bed, ass up, her entire backside has been exposed to the younger woman’s ministrations and she can feel just how deep those delicious bruises go. Tomorrow she will be tender, move a bit more slowly. But tonight, she rocks her hips back, arches up, and begs Myka, “Again. Please.”
Myka complies - how could she not? - and lets the belt sing once more, the leather snapping against flesh, a long, thin line drawn down Helena’s back. It tears a cry from her lover equal parts need and frustration as her body teeters on the edge of a knife. On one side an abyss of pain, the other an ocean of pleasure. It is a dangerous edge to walk but Myka has never abused that desire, has never sent her hurtling into the abyss, and Helena knows she never will.
For them it is not about safe words and setting a scene to fulfill. It is merely about trust and love. They take the precautions, of course, but Myka is already so finely tuned to Helena’s needs, her desires, that she works on instinct almost entirely. Knowing without asking when her dark lover needs more pain, when she needs more pleasure.
She drops the belt to the floor carelessly, its usefulness satisfied for now as she crawls onto the bed behind Helena, softly trailing her fingers over the marks she has made. Helena shivers in anticipation of the touch, moaning softly when Myka’s fingers meet her skin. The moan deepens when it is Myka’s tongue she feels next, laving across the welts, soothing them with soft kisses. Her fingers reach under Helena’s prone form, cupping her breasts and pinching her nipples, unable to resist the devious smirk that lights her face when Helena jerks and begs again.
“What was that, love?”
“Please… Myka…” They seem to be the only words Helena can form in her pleasure addled brain and she hopes it is enough for the younger woman to understand that she wants so much more.
Myka slides her hand back over Helena’s hip, trailing it lightly up the inside of her thigh before thrusting two fingers inside Helena. “Yes,” Helena hisses in approval, the sound turning into a guttural moan the next moment as Myka begins a slow pace, sliding her fingers in and out.
Helena no longer trembles, but shakes, her fingers clenched tight enough around the headboard to snap the wood in two. She arches back, rocks her hips in time to Myka’s thrusts, eyes closed as every sensation becomes narrowed to the core of her being. She is on the precipice of pleasure, the cliff beneath her feet crumbling wildly and she tries so hard to hold on just a little bit longer. To prolong every delicious feeling, every shuddering, shaking breath, for one more minute. And then suddenly the cliff drops out from under her, Myka’s fingers plunge deep inside her, curling up, working against every delicious spot inside her body that makes her shake and cry out until there is nothing else in the universe for one blissful, perfect moment. Nothing else but she and Myka joined together, bodies moving as one, riding the wave of pleasure together as Helena cries out and collapses in sheer exhaustion.
Body heavy, limbs weak with indolence, she feels Myka pull her into an embrace, arms wrapped tightly around her waist. Slowly, Helena’s breathing returns to normal, her heart rate a steady thump in her chest instead of the erratic thundering. She curls into Myka, burying her face against the other woman’s neck, holding just as tightly as Myka holds back.
Myka smiles and leans over to kiss her cheek, brushing sweat soaked hair off Helena’s forehead. They lay in silence for a time, contentedness spreading over them like a warm blanket.
“Thank you,” Helena whispers.
“Any time, love.”
Helena’s lip quirks into a half-smile. “Give me twenty minutes then and we can have another go.”
Myka laughs, rich and throaty, biting Helena’s shoulder hard enough to elicit a small yip of indignation. “Insatiable woman.”
“Too right,” Helena laughs, turning quickly in Myka’s arms and catching the other woman off balance. In a moment she has Myka underneath her, hands pinned over her head, clearly having gained the upper hand. “And now, my darling, it’s time that I showed you exactly how you make me feel.”
“Am I going to need a safe word,” Myka asks, her eyes flashing dangerously with need.
Helena smirks. “Only if I’m doing it right.”
Finis