Disclaimer: don't own
Author's note: For my absolutely amazing girlfriend. I love you and I hope you like your birthday present! :)
As a psychiatrist, he could ramble for hours about the meanings behind dom/sub. He could ramble about how how those into into inflicting pain may be sociopaths and how those who enjoyed being in pain may have had a troubled childhood.
But right now, all his experience was out the window. Elliot had him tied up and he had a perfect rope whip. Each time he was struck with the rope the pain sent a wave of pure joy over him.
"Yeah, I bet you like that." Elliot yelled. "Maybe I need to do it harder?" The last word was accented with another whip of the rope. He whimpered with pleasure.
"Shut up!" Elliot yelled. He whipped him again and George bit his lips to try to stop himself from moaning, but the new pain only added icing to the cake and he moaned loudly.
Elliot set the rope down and leaned over closer to him. He bit George's neck, right at the spot where it met his shoulder. His arousal got deeper somehow. Elliot noticed this and continued working a trail of bites up to his ear.
Elliot stood up and walked away. He came back and George heard the familiar click of the bottle cap. A finger slid in, then another one. He tried to move but he was tied tightly. Elliot pushed in, hands vicelike on his hips and he moaned, and then Elliot hit just the right spot and he yelled from the aching pleasure.
He felt himself getting close. Elliot's hand left his hip and wrapped around him, working him mercilessly.
"Let me see you." Elliot growled in his ear. George needed no more prompting and he went over the edge. Elliot grunted and flooded him.
They sat in the afterglow for a while before George turned around and kissed Elliot.
"That was nice." He said.
"Agreed." Elliot said with a chuckle. He kissed George gently. "I didn't get carried away, did I?"
"No, it was fine." George said with a smile.
"Good. Love you."
"You too." George said with a sigh. They soon fell asleep together.