Fanfiction: Heroes: Between Naps
Title: Between Naps
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Sequel to A Real Prize Bitch. Sylar finds his pet taking a nap and decides to have a little fun waking her up.
Warnings: Bondage, dark!sex, pretty much if the first one didn’t offend you, I don’t think this one will.
Author’s Note : I blame
dragynflies and
faded_facade for writing more of this verse.
Sylar smirked as he made his way down to the room he kept Elle in. She was curled up in her cage, asleep. She looked like a real pet. Of course, that wouldn’t be for long. He wasn’t going to let her do something like sleep when he had other plans for her.
Still, he wouldn’t wake her up until he absolutely had to. It’d be more fun that way.
He smirked to himself, going over to his chest of drawers, carefully pulling out the supplies he wanted to use for the evening’s activities. A few he put aside on the bed, but the rest he took with him, making his way over to Elle’s cage, opening it.
He carefully removed her chains with a wave of his hand, appraising her body for a moment. She really was beautiful. He leaned her against the wall as he began to lace on a leather corset, making sure it was just tight enough to sting a little. Next came the leather collar and leather cuffs for her hands as well. Now there was just one last thing he needed, and she would be ready. He pried open her mouth, watching as she stirred a little before sticking the bit gag in, tying it around her head securely.
If that wasn’t one of the most arousing images he had ever seen, he wasn’t sure what was. As much as he would have liked to have done this all by hand, he knew from experience she was less likely to wake up when he prepared her using his telekinesis.
And with that in mind he raised his hand up, floating her limp body into the air as he made his way toward the bed. He positioned her so that she was lying down on her stomach, bare bottom up in the air.
He felt himself grow harder within his pants as he grabbed a metal paddle he had set on the bed. And now to wake her up. He slammed the paddle hard against her ass, watching in delight as her eyes sprung open, and she tried to call out, only for it to be muffled by the gag.
“Good morning, my pet.” He purred, bringing one hand to run through her long hair briefly. “I hope you had a good rest, because after I’m done with you, you’ll probably need another one.”
Elle nodded a little in response as she couldn’t say anything. Not with that gag in her mouth.
“Such an obedient little thing you’ve become,” He mused, slapping the paddle against her bottom once. And then again. And again. Each hit made the skin a more delightful shade of red as Elle’s body shook, but she didn’t cry like some might. She was used to the pain. She even seemed to like it. He pressed his fingers against the paddle, sending a shock of her electricity through it as he hit her again, groaning in appreciation as she whimpered out. Always good to know she was enjoying it as much as he was.
He set the paddle down bringing a hand down to brush against her soft curls, a smirk spreading across his lips as he felt the wetness there.
Of course, he wasn’t going to give it to her so easily. He flicked his wrist, causing her to flip over onto her back, legs spread out. He roughly grabbed the cuffs of her wrists with both of his hands, hooking them to the collar now. Her chest rose and fell, constricted by the corset as she looked up at him with pleading blue eyes.
He leaned in, pressing his lips against her neck, biting at it none too gently, licking up the blood. “Soon enough my pet, you’ll get what you want, but we wouldn’t want to make it too easy on you, would you?”
He took up the last instrument he had brought out tonight, a small pinwheel instrument. He brought it against the insides of her thighs, pressing down hard enough to hurt, but not break the skin. He watched intently as she squirmed as he dragged across her skin, moving from one thigh to the other, sending little sparks through the metal all the while. He had learned a long time ago that one of her biggest turns on was her own power. And metal always made the electricity that much more intense. Which was probably why he made sure so many of their toys were made of metal. Even if his enjoyment was the most important thing, because after all, she was his pet, and here to please him, he wanted her to enjoy it. No matter how much he hurt her, he wanted her to enjoy it as well. Because an unhappy pet wasn’t a very fun one.
And finally he put it aside, unable to hold back any longer. He took a step back, removing his pants and boxers quickly, kicking them aside before climbing onto the bed, looming over Elle. He leaned in, licking over the mark he had made earlier. “Are you ready, my pet?” He murmured against her skin.
She whimpered against the gag, nodding her head eagerly. And without any further delay, he thrusted inside of her, fast and hard, pulling up and then thrusting down into her again. She was always so small, so tight, he couldn’t help but groan out. “Your legs,” He commanded. “Wrap them around me.”
Elle did as she told, lifting her legs up in compliance, wrapping them tightly around his waist, drawing him in farther as he continued to thrust inside of her. Her walls clenched tightly around him, and he could tell that she was close. He brought a hand down, pressing it against her clit, stimulating the tiny bundle of nerves as he continued moving in and out of her. That alone was enough to cause her to through her head back, moaning against the gag as she came, walls clenching around him.
A few more fast and hard thrusts and he groaned out, his eyes shut as he was overwhelmed by his own climax, rubbing his fingers against her clit hard, sending his precious little pet into a second orgasm. He panted softly, resting there for a moment before reaching up to undo the gag. “Did you enjoy that, my pet?”
“Yes master,” She said breathlessly, looking up at him with adoration. She was still sore from the spankings earlier, but it didn’t matter. No matter what pain her master caused her, he always made up for it in the long run.
“That’s just what I like to hear,” He purred, getting off the bed now. He pulled his pants back on, dressing himself once more before taking the leash and undoing it. He led her back over to the cage, chaining her back up.
“Does my pet need another rest?” He asked, looking at her tired visage as he began to remove the cuffs and collar, and then finally the corset.
“Yes, master,” she murmured quietly, curling up in a ball, much like he had found her in the beginning.
He smirked, leaning in to press a kiss against her forehead before getting up to close the cage. “Rest well then. I’ll be back to play with you more.”
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Sequel to A Real Prize Bitch. Sylar finds his pet taking a nap and decides to have a little fun waking her up.
Warnings: Bondage, dark!sex, pretty much if the first one didn’t offend you, I don’t think this one will.
Author’s Note : I blame
dragynflies and
faded_facade for writing more of this verse.
Sylar smirked as he made his way down to the room he kept Elle in. She was curled up in her cage, asleep. She looked like a real pet. Of course, that wouldn’t be for long. He wasn’t going to let her do something like sleep when he had other plans for her.
Still, he wouldn’t wake her up until he absolutely had to. It’d be more fun that way.
He smirked to himself, going over to his chest of drawers, carefully pulling out the supplies he wanted to use for the evening’s activities. A few he put aside on the bed, but the rest he took with him, making his way over to Elle’s cage, opening it.
He carefully removed her chains with a wave of his hand, appraising her body for a moment. She really was beautiful. He leaned her against the wall as he began to lace on a leather corset, making sure it was just tight enough to sting a little. Next came the leather collar and leather cuffs for her hands as well. Now there was just one last thing he needed, and she would be ready. He pried open her mouth, watching as she stirred a little before sticking the bit gag in, tying it around her head securely.
If that wasn’t one of the most arousing images he had ever seen, he wasn’t sure what was. As much as he would have liked to have done this all by hand, he knew from experience she was less likely to wake up when he prepared her using his telekinesis.
And with that in mind he raised his hand up, floating her limp body into the air as he made his way toward the bed. He positioned her so that she was lying down on her stomach, bare bottom up in the air.
He felt himself grow harder within his pants as he grabbed a metal paddle he had set on the bed. And now to wake her up. He slammed the paddle hard against her ass, watching in delight as her eyes sprung open, and she tried to call out, only for it to be muffled by the gag.
“Good morning, my pet.” He purred, bringing one hand to run through her long hair briefly. “I hope you had a good rest, because after I’m done with you, you’ll probably need another one.”
Elle nodded a little in response as she couldn’t say anything. Not with that gag in her mouth.
“Such an obedient little thing you’ve become,” He mused, slapping the paddle against her bottom once. And then again. And again. Each hit made the skin a more delightful shade of red as Elle’s body shook, but she didn’t cry like some might. She was used to the pain. She even seemed to like it. He pressed his fingers against the paddle, sending a shock of her electricity through it as he hit her again, groaning in appreciation as she whimpered out. Always good to know she was enjoying it as much as he was.
He set the paddle down bringing a hand down to brush against her soft curls, a smirk spreading across his lips as he felt the wetness there.
Of course, he wasn’t going to give it to her so easily. He flicked his wrist, causing her to flip over onto her back, legs spread out. He roughly grabbed the cuffs of her wrists with both of his hands, hooking them to the collar now. Her chest rose and fell, constricted by the corset as she looked up at him with pleading blue eyes.
He leaned in, pressing his lips against her neck, biting at it none too gently, licking up the blood. “Soon enough my pet, you’ll get what you want, but we wouldn’t want to make it too easy on you, would you?”
He took up the last instrument he had brought out tonight, a small pinwheel instrument. He brought it against the insides of her thighs, pressing down hard enough to hurt, but not break the skin. He watched intently as she squirmed as he dragged across her skin, moving from one thigh to the other, sending little sparks through the metal all the while. He had learned a long time ago that one of her biggest turns on was her own power. And metal always made the electricity that much more intense. Which was probably why he made sure so many of their toys were made of metal. Even if his enjoyment was the most important thing, because after all, she was his pet, and here to please him, he wanted her to enjoy it. No matter how much he hurt her, he wanted her to enjoy it as well. Because an unhappy pet wasn’t a very fun one.
And finally he put it aside, unable to hold back any longer. He took a step back, removing his pants and boxers quickly, kicking them aside before climbing onto the bed, looming over Elle. He leaned in, licking over the mark he had made earlier. “Are you ready, my pet?” He murmured against her skin.
She whimpered against the gag, nodding her head eagerly. And without any further delay, he thrusted inside of her, fast and hard, pulling up and then thrusting down into her again. She was always so small, so tight, he couldn’t help but groan out. “Your legs,” He commanded. “Wrap them around me.”
Elle did as she told, lifting her legs up in compliance, wrapping them tightly around his waist, drawing him in farther as he continued to thrust inside of her. Her walls clenched tightly around him, and he could tell that she was close. He brought a hand down, pressing it against her clit, stimulating the tiny bundle of nerves as he continued moving in and out of her. That alone was enough to cause her to through her head back, moaning against the gag as she came, walls clenching around him.
A few more fast and hard thrusts and he groaned out, his eyes shut as he was overwhelmed by his own climax, rubbing his fingers against her clit hard, sending his precious little pet into a second orgasm. He panted softly, resting there for a moment before reaching up to undo the gag. “Did you enjoy that, my pet?”
“Yes master,” She said breathlessly, looking up at him with adoration. She was still sore from the spankings earlier, but it didn’t matter. No matter what pain her master caused her, he always made up for it in the long run.
“That’s just what I like to hear,” He purred, getting off the bed now. He pulled his pants back on, dressing himself once more before taking the leash and undoing it. He led her back over to the cage, chaining her back up.
“Does my pet need another rest?” He asked, looking at her tired visage as he began to remove the cuffs and collar, and then finally the corset.
“Yes, master,” she murmured quietly, curling up in a ball, much like he had found her in the beginning.
He smirked, leaning in to press a kiss against her forehead before getting up to close the cage. “Rest well then. I’ll be back to play with you more.”