Heroes: Fanfiction: A Real Prize Bitch
Title: A Real Prize Bitch
Pairing: Sylar/Elle
Rating: NC-17
Summary: She had lied to him, she could never be his equal now, but she could be his toy. His pet. His pretty little blonde to fuck and use.
Warnings: Slave/Ownership, sextoys, lots of kink. This is the kinkiest thing I’ve ever written. DARKFIC
Author’s note: I wrote this for the Kink Meme, but as I already outed myself to a couple of people, including the person who original made the prompt, I decided to clean it up a little (editing, not content!) and post it here. Especially since I may make this into a series of stories. Oh god.
“Elle, my pet, did you miss me while I was on my trip?” Sylar purred, entering the room he had been keeping her in. The small blonde was in a metal cage, chained at the neck, but otherwise completely naked. He had faked her death on the beach, and then locked her up here, training her and disciplining her before he went out to search for his father. She had lied to him, she could never be his equal now, but she could be his toy. His pet. His pretty little blonde to fuck and use.
He smirked a little finding himself growing hard at the idea.
“I was almost afraid you weren’t coming back.”
“Now, now, it’s not like I didn’t leave you enough food and water. I was only gone about a week or so. I even left a hose and some shampoo for your hair. What more could you want? I really do pamper you” He picked up a leather leash and collar, walking to the cage and unlocking it. “Now, are you ready to play, my pet?” He smirked none too kindly as he undid her chains, only to replace it with the black studded collar and leash. She was a real prize bitch, and she was all his.
Elle couldn’t help but smile a little at that. Even with his badly as he treated her, there was something exciting about it. Even when he left her, he always came back. She was the only person he would ever use like this. There was a power in that, somehow. “What kind of play did you have in mind, Gab-“
He cut her off, slapping his palm across her cheek, growling. “What have I told you to call me?”
She looked down, biting her tongue. She resisted the urge to shock him in retaliation. She had learned in the past that that never ended up well for her. “I’m sorry, master. It’s just been so long, I forgot.”
He smirked, tugging her up with the leash so she was standing, claiming her lips in a rough, bruising, possessing kiss before pulling away. “Don’t worry dear, there’s plenty of time to reteach you. I’m not planning on going away again. Turns out being like this is in my blood. Lucky you.”
He led her over to the bed in the room, tying the leash around one of the poster boards. “Lie down,” He commanded. “On your back. Legs into the stirrups.”
Elle nodded in compliance as she lay down on the bed, pulling her legs up so that her feet rested in the cold metal stirrups that were hanging from the ceiling.
Sylar licked his lips as he looked at her. There was nothing more appealing that that image of her, compliant and completely open to any and all desires he might have for her. And she wanted him too. The way her core was dripping onto the bed proved it. His dick was practically throbbing between the constraints of his pants but he knew he had to be patient. He wanted to have some fun with her before he gave her what they both wanted.
He made his way to the chest of drawers where he kept his toys until he found the one he wanted. A large metal vibrator. He liked using the metal kind because the closer she got to her orgasm, the more she’d spark, and the metal would send it back to her, hurting her and exciting him all at the same time. He pulled out a pair of nipple clips, placing one on each already pebbled bud with a grin, tugging at them, sending a shock of her own power through the metal as he did so.
Elle cried out in a mixture of pleasure and pain, bucking her body forward a little, and he only grinned more. She had learned to take it so well. Learned to like it. Turns out she was a masochist as much as she was a sadist. Who would have guessed?
He turned the vibrator on, pressing it against her clit, teasing her, keeping it on the lowest setting for now. As she began to pant softly, trying to press herself against it, he laughed. “You like that, don’t you? Do you want more?” He pulled it away, waiting for her answer.
“Yes,” she whimpered.
He grabbed the chain of the clips, tugging against them. “What was that, my pet?”
“Yes, master,” she gasped out.
He let go, smiling, though the look in his eyes would tell anyone that that smile was anything but kind. “Much better,” And he turned the vibrator onto a higher setting, pressing it against her clit once more. And he kept it there for a few more minutes, watching her writher and cry out, beginning to spark as she was nearing her orgasm. And that’s when he shut it off, setting it aside. He didn’t want her coming too quickly, after all.
Sylar quickly undressed himself before climbing onto the bed. He thought of removing her legs from the stirrups but he decided against it. It gave him a better angle. He leaned in, grabbing the chain with his teeth, pulling a little. “Ready?” He asked as he pulled away, positioning himself at her entrance.
“Yes, master” She panted out, looking up at him with adoration in her eyes.
And that was enough for him. He thrusted into her, quick and hard, setting up a pace right away. The bed shook with his thrusts, but he wasn’t worried. He knew it could take it. And so could she. For as tiny as she was in comparison, she could take a lot. Maybe that’s why he couldn’t get himself to get rid of her, even if he knew it would be easier for him if he did. It wasn’t quite love he felt for her, but he wasn’t quite sure what it was either. But she was his, and that was enough.
He buried his head in her neck biting down hard against the skin, drawing blood. And with that she bucked forward, finding her orgasm, milking his own out of him as she shocked the both of them, unable to control her power when he undid her so skillfully. He panted softly as he hovered over her for a moment, savoring the moment as much as he could.
Then Sylar got up, cleaning himself off before pulling his clothes back on. He removed her legs from the stirrups and undid the leash, leading her back over to her cage with a grin.
As he locked her back up into the cage, he brushed his fingers against her cheek, a rare sign of tenderness from him. “I’ll be back again later tonight, my pet. Will you be waiting for me?”
“Always, master.”
He cupped her face from between the bars, leaning in for a kiss before pulling away. She really was the perfect pet. His weakness, his secret, but he wouldn’t give her up. Not for anything.
Pairing: Sylar/Elle
Rating: NC-17
Summary: She had lied to him, she could never be his equal now, but she could be his toy. His pet. His pretty little blonde to fuck and use.
Warnings: Slave/Ownership, sextoys, lots of kink. This is the kinkiest thing I’ve ever written. DARKFIC
Author’s note: I wrote this for the Kink Meme, but as I already outed myself to a couple of people, including the person who original made the prompt, I decided to clean it up a little (editing, not content!) and post it here. Especially since I may make this into a series of stories. Oh god.
“Elle, my pet, did you miss me while I was on my trip?” Sylar purred, entering the room he had been keeping her in. The small blonde was in a metal cage, chained at the neck, but otherwise completely naked. He had faked her death on the beach, and then locked her up here, training her and disciplining her before he went out to search for his father. She had lied to him, she could never be his equal now, but she could be his toy. His pet. His pretty little blonde to fuck and use.
He smirked a little finding himself growing hard at the idea.
“I was almost afraid you weren’t coming back.”
“Now, now, it’s not like I didn’t leave you enough food and water. I was only gone about a week or so. I even left a hose and some shampoo for your hair. What more could you want? I really do pamper you” He picked up a leather leash and collar, walking to the cage and unlocking it. “Now, are you ready to play, my pet?” He smirked none too kindly as he undid her chains, only to replace it with the black studded collar and leash. She was a real prize bitch, and she was all his.
Elle couldn’t help but smile a little at that. Even with his badly as he treated her, there was something exciting about it. Even when he left her, he always came back. She was the only person he would ever use like this. There was a power in that, somehow. “What kind of play did you have in mind, Gab-“
He cut her off, slapping his palm across her cheek, growling. “What have I told you to call me?”
She looked down, biting her tongue. She resisted the urge to shock him in retaliation. She had learned in the past that that never ended up well for her. “I’m sorry, master. It’s just been so long, I forgot.”
He smirked, tugging her up with the leash so she was standing, claiming her lips in a rough, bruising, possessing kiss before pulling away. “Don’t worry dear, there’s plenty of time to reteach you. I’m not planning on going away again. Turns out being like this is in my blood. Lucky you.”
He led her over to the bed in the room, tying the leash around one of the poster boards. “Lie down,” He commanded. “On your back. Legs into the stirrups.”
Elle nodded in compliance as she lay down on the bed, pulling her legs up so that her feet rested in the cold metal stirrups that were hanging from the ceiling.
Sylar licked his lips as he looked at her. There was nothing more appealing that that image of her, compliant and completely open to any and all desires he might have for her. And she wanted him too. The way her core was dripping onto the bed proved it. His dick was practically throbbing between the constraints of his pants but he knew he had to be patient. He wanted to have some fun with her before he gave her what they both wanted.
He made his way to the chest of drawers where he kept his toys until he found the one he wanted. A large metal vibrator. He liked using the metal kind because the closer she got to her orgasm, the more she’d spark, and the metal would send it back to her, hurting her and exciting him all at the same time. He pulled out a pair of nipple clips, placing one on each already pebbled bud with a grin, tugging at them, sending a shock of her own power through the metal as he did so.
Elle cried out in a mixture of pleasure and pain, bucking her body forward a little, and he only grinned more. She had learned to take it so well. Learned to like it. Turns out she was a masochist as much as she was a sadist. Who would have guessed?
He turned the vibrator on, pressing it against her clit, teasing her, keeping it on the lowest setting for now. As she began to pant softly, trying to press herself against it, he laughed. “You like that, don’t you? Do you want more?” He pulled it away, waiting for her answer.
“Yes,” she whimpered.
He grabbed the chain of the clips, tugging against them. “What was that, my pet?”
“Yes, master,” she gasped out.
He let go, smiling, though the look in his eyes would tell anyone that that smile was anything but kind. “Much better,” And he turned the vibrator onto a higher setting, pressing it against her clit once more. And he kept it there for a few more minutes, watching her writher and cry out, beginning to spark as she was nearing her orgasm. And that’s when he shut it off, setting it aside. He didn’t want her coming too quickly, after all.
Sylar quickly undressed himself before climbing onto the bed. He thought of removing her legs from the stirrups but he decided against it. It gave him a better angle. He leaned in, grabbing the chain with his teeth, pulling a little. “Ready?” He asked as he pulled away, positioning himself at her entrance.
“Yes, master” She panted out, looking up at him with adoration in her eyes.
And that was enough for him. He thrusted into her, quick and hard, setting up a pace right away. The bed shook with his thrusts, but he wasn’t worried. He knew it could take it. And so could she. For as tiny as she was in comparison, she could take a lot. Maybe that’s why he couldn’t get himself to get rid of her, even if he knew it would be easier for him if he did. It wasn’t quite love he felt for her, but he wasn’t quite sure what it was either. But she was his, and that was enough.
He buried his head in her neck biting down hard against the skin, drawing blood. And with that she bucked forward, finding her orgasm, milking his own out of him as she shocked the both of them, unable to control her power when he undid her so skillfully. He panted softly as he hovered over her for a moment, savoring the moment as much as he could.
Then Sylar got up, cleaning himself off before pulling his clothes back on. He removed her legs from the stirrups and undid the leash, leading her back over to her cage with a grin.
As he locked her back up into the cage, he brushed his fingers against her cheek, a rare sign of tenderness from him. “I’ll be back again later tonight, my pet. Will you be waiting for me?”
“Always, master.”
He cupped her face from between the bars, leaning in for a kiss before pulling away. She really was the perfect pet. His weakness, his secret, but he wouldn’t give her up. Not for anything.