Hi everyone!
So, once again I gave in to Alex's thirsty gay ass for roleplaying, and since I'm still watching the second season of the show (which is my favorite) instead of starting with the new one (yep, I know) and came across that part where Nicky and Piper are talking and she says something about her complicated controversial relationship with Alex at the time being something like "spy vs spy but sexual" this smutty draft came up...
It contains pretty much the usual stuff that I insert in my other Vauseman smutty stories, but I still need to leave you here some warnings, mostly for use of degrading insults, feeldoe use and... blowjobs. Yep.
If it's something you are not into, know that always stands the don't like it-don't read it, simple as that :)
Also, keep in mind that they are playing a part and that there is some dubious consent from Piper's part at the beginning, but they are both very much consenting in everything, all right? Good. Just wanted to point that out to be sure, and now that all is in order, I'll leave you guys to the chapter :)
Disclaimer: I don't own Orange Is The New Black
As always I apologize for eventual grammar mistakes, english is not my first language.
Enjoy
You love seeing her like this.
All wrapped up like a present, waiting only to be opened, peeled a layer at the time, but for now, you think you are going to keep the ribbon tied around her, holding her in place.
You watch her squirm half heartedly on the chair, trying to struggle against the ropes, muffled noises of protest coming through the black bag you have put over her head and the cloth gag you have put in her mouth.
She wanted duct tape to make all of this look more... realistic, but you didn't want those pretty pink lips get irritated by the glue or bruised when you would have peeled it off her.
You make her wait a little while longer, taking a wicked kind of satisfaction in watching her get so impatient, but also taking advantage of the following couple of minutes to get really into your part.
It doesn't take half that long or much effort at all really, because, honestly, you might be just as impatient and excited as Piper is about this. You are just much more capable in keeping it contained, in keeping your control in check respect your very eager lover.
Oh, you are going to have fun with this.
With one final check to your suit, fixing the collar of the black blazer with a secure tug, you walk up to her, and without hesitation or preamble you just take off the bag from her head and watch as strands of silky golden hair fall ordinately over her shoulders, and as eyes the color of a stormy sea squint to adjust, first to the single low light hanging from the ceiling, and then to the darkness in which the rest of the room is surrounded in before finally meeting yours.
Her gaze hardens immediately and her jaw sets tightly, just like the rest of her body takes in a surprisingly confident posture despite the awkwardness that comes from the submission of being tied up to a chair.
Something inside you swells with a feeling strangely close to pride at the sight of her trying to play this though.
"Are you ready to talk now, sweetheart?" You ask her, lowering the gag cloth from where she has trapped it between her teeth.
Her upper lip twitches into a sneer at the mocked sweetness in your voice before she leans in closer and, with the same attractive layer of confidence she has decided to wear, hisses right in your face, "I have nothing to say to you."
She looks really convincing, you'll give her that.
But you are curious to know how long she will be able to play it like this before crumbling, and you are going to make it your mission doing everything you can to tear down her character until all that's left will be the pure core of your very eager, very needy and rather submissive lover begging you for all you have to give and everything she needs.
For now however, you are more than okay to play on her terms.
"You come into my organization, my business," You tell her as you turn, heading towards the desk and the many tools arranged ordinately on top, "Armed and wearing a wire. Disguised as a client by my men."
Your gaze shifts among the vast selection of items before you reach out with one hand, letting it brush against the handle of the riding crop at last, fingers twitching with temptation to pick it up, but you refrain the eagerness to pick it up and instead grab the box of matches and the packet of mini cigars resting on the opposite corner.
You don't even smoke, occasionally maybe, and only in company, but you feel like a few puffs will get an additional touch to this little performance you have staged.
"Now you see, my men are getting their punishment for letting you in." You inform her as you pull out one cigarillo, trapping it between your lips before striking a match.
"They should know better." You continue, look pointedly at her up and down, lighting up the little cigar and extinguishing the match in the air, tossing it carelessly on the desk with the packet before taking the first puff.
The tip burns into a scorching bright red in the long drag, you hold the smoke down in your lungs for a second or two and then release it through your nose, like a dragon, as your eyes lock with the light blue ones across the room.
"However, I still have to figure out what I want to do with you." You say, modulating your voice into a lower and much more intimidating tone as you point back at her with the butt of the thin cigar.
She doesn't flinch at the new sharper, most dangerous edge in your voice and the look you give her, but the way she lifts her chin up in an attempt to appear in control already shows the hint of effort that she is putting to keep herself in check.
"Someone will come looking for me." She just says with conviction, and you can't even help but burst out laughing into a real authentic laugh.
"Honey," You tell her in between chuckles, "No one is coming for you, I can assure you that."
Blue eyes drift away from yours, looking around the empty room as if in search for an escape, giving another sharp tug at the ropes wrapped tightly - but not too much, you made sure of that - around her wrists behind her back.
"You can struggle all you want," You say disinterested, "But you are not going anywhere."
There is that tone in your voice, that threatening "you are going to stay here with me, between these walls for quite some time, and you are gonna love every single second of it," that you know Piper has heard and holds onto as the sweetest promise under the slowly crumbling mask of her character, and you take that as an encouragement to continue with your own capturer act.
"I have to say, that whatever kind of agent you are, you got caught pretty easily." You admit before turning a little more pensive, "So either you are more inexpert than you try to make others believe with this bullshit bravado, or you found something here that caught your interest and distracted you so much that you lost focus on your mission."
Teasing her comes just so natural to you, and eliciting a reaction for her with your words comes just as easily and naturally. You take a certain amount of pride in it, even now, when she diverts her hardened gaze from you at the blunt accusation, and you know you finally got her.
"Huh, interesting." You mumble, leaning back onto the edge of the desk and crossing your legs at the ankle as you take another drag. "I'm afraid that my question still stands however. So tell me, what exactly had you so distracted to get you into this mess?"
It takes her a few moments. Long and silent seconds filled only with the faint sound of the cigarillo burning as you take one final drag before putting it out, and the more loud thrum of anticipation vibrating through your whole body. But her gaze, those stunning clear blue eyes eventually return to you, offering you an answer with a simple, half-conscious, slow once over that speaks louder than anything she could have ever said.
You can't even help the grin that spreads across your face.
"Oh, I see."
All of the fake stoic resolution that she had tailored so nicely is starting to fray and yet, she still glares at your very smug look.
"Whatever you think you know, you don't." She declares, almost fiercely, and you are so impressed with how good and convincingly she's still trying to play her part in such a tough way that your eyebrows raise a bit in surprise, even more when she suggests, "So go ahead, torture me, beat me, starve me. But I'll never talk."
One of those many precious, glorious moments of consuming passion where Piper writhes and arches and moans out your name like a prayer as you tease her cross in your mind, and you have to swallow down your chuckle in front of the tough look she is giving you right now after her daring statement, voice even and steady, the exact opposite of the quivering stuttering shivering mess she can turn into when she's begging you to let her come.
Suddenly, a light pink blush tinges her cheekbones, and you know that despite that serious confident look, she just had a similar thought as well.
"I'm not very into inflicting physical pain, actually," You admit as, ironically, you turn to face the desk and the vast array of toys that can inflict such a sweet kind of pain, finally giving in to your earlier desire and picking up the riding crop, taking the to occasion of your back-turned position to also adjust the... swollen tightness that Piper doesn't seem to have noticed yet at the front of your pants.
"Although," You continue, somehow cheerfully, as if you have just given a disappointing news and are about to deliver the good one, "There are many ways that could be exploited to have someone spill their guts."
The first thing that you notice when you turn back to face her, is the way her eyes widen ever so slightly at your choice of the riding crop, and you enjoy it for a moment before continuing, walking closer to her.
"Thirst is a good one." You list thoughtfully, "Stress positions- and there are quite a few ones I can think of in which you would look absolutely exquisite." You add, taking a moment to look at her, all tied up, barely resisting the urge to lick your lips when a few of those ideas flare particularly brightly in your mind.
You take another step closer, absently twirling the riding crop between your fingers, but absolutely captivated by the way Piper's eyes rake down your approaching form.
You are not even sure if she got everything you were saying, but you don't care, especially not when her gaze drops to the front of your pants.
You have to hide the smirk threatening to shape into a full overly pleased devious grin when she finally notices what you are... packing.
Cheeks flushing into a warmer shade of pink, eyes darkening, darting away before fleetingly returning as if to double check, and when she sees that there is no mistaking the outline of hard thick bulge straining underneath your slacks, she does that exquisite thing where she takes her bottom lip between her teeth to contain a muted whine as she squirms on her seat, as if the minimal change of position and the light pressure that she applies by briefly closing her thighs would help with the need and wetness pooling uncomfortably between them.
She can deny it all she wants, but you can practically already smell her arousal in the air.
A familiar, sweet, thick and heady scent that draws you closer, making your mouth water and your inner muscle clench around the part of the toy hooked inside you, hard enough to make the entire shaft visibly twitch in response even under the restraining layer of your pants.
The poor lightning didn't make it so obvious earlier, but now that is practically right in front of her face... well... it's pretty hard to miss the straining bulge tucked in your underwear.
"Seems like you have found something you like." You observe, with an almost arrogantly pleased smirk.
"I haven't." She denies, but the short answer lacks the fierceness from her previous statements, and the way she meets your gaze and looks at you says, "Everything. You. Always." And you wonder if that look, that affection that she can never keep veiled for long, not even into a kinky scenario, will ever stop from making your heart flutter.
It's a feeling so distracting despite its familiarity that you almost slip out of character for a moment, and it takes you another couple of seconds to get fully back into it. Softly clearing your throat and blinking to readjust to the scene playing in front of you.
"As I was saying," You continue, ignoring the little knowing look that Piper is giving you after your little spacing out moment, catching the twitch that curls her lips for a heartbeat before it returns to the same stoic expression she has been wearing since you started all this. "I'm not much into the whole corporal punishment thing." You repeat, which is mostly true besides a few innocent exceptions.
"But believe me, I'm aware of so many other methods that can be used to torture someone."
Piper's breath catches a bit in her throat as you lean in closer and specify, "Kind of needs that the body can't quite resist. Attentions that if paid right, can't be refused."
More than happy to offer a demonstration, you lift the riding crop, bringing it on her knee, using it to travel up the length of her inner thigh and slipping it under her skirt, already pulled up high enough to show the black lace underwear she's wearing underneath.
She tenses up a bit at the first contact, unused to the feeling of cool leather in an area where you know she is particularly sensitive, but she slowly melts and gets accustomed to it.
"W-what are you doing?" She asks, and while you entirely ignore that rhetorical slightly stuttered question, you can't quite do the same for the way it comes out, barely like a breathed whisper, and you don't think she's putting effort at all in making her voice sound like that. The breathless quality of contained arousal is truly authentic.
You just press the tip of the riding crop more purposefully between her legs and even if you already knew she would, you feel that sense of satisfaction swell in your chest when she grinds her core ever so slightly right back against the stem, probably without even realizing it.
You grin.
"Just proving a point." You answer innocently.
"I-I don't know what you mean."
Oh, she most definitely does...
But just to indulge her... And yourself...
"So you're telling me you don't like this?"
With that you apply a little more pressure, rubbing it slowly up and down her slit a few times, until you hear the muffled sound of a suppressed groan rumbling in the back of her throat.
You lean in closer and whisper right in her ear, "Are you telling me you're not wet?"
Maybe it's the way your breath tickles the shell of her ear, or the deep sultry tone deepening your voice, whatever it is, is enough to feel her shiver against you, and when you press the riding crop a bit harder against her and hear her trying to contain another deep moan down in her chest, you pull back with a huge satisfied smirk.
"Whatever you are trying to do, is not working." She says stubbornly, turning her head and refusing to meet your gaze, chest heaving with shallower breaths and skin flushed enough to feel the waves of heat emanating from her.
She might be getting a little better with her poker face, but the way her body responds to you is unmistakable, and it never lies.
"Isn't it now?" You ask once again feign innocent, "Then maybe I have to try harder. And I guess you don't mind if I check for myself first."
You don't wait for an answer, setting the riding crop aside and without wasting another precious second you grip her thighs and force them apart, so fast and forcefully that Piper gasps in surprise at the harshness of the movement.
You shove your hand between her legs and under her panties, definitely not surprised when you find her already drenched but still impressed by Piper's strong self-control as she tries not to react too much besides struggling against her restraints when you slip your fingers through her folds and trap her hardened clit for a quick but firm stroke.
The shiver that crawls up her spine passes right through you too, and when you pull back you flash her the most annoying and arrogant smirk you can manage as you lift your hand.
"Well, look at that." You say, looking at the wetness glistening on your fingers and the slick threads stretching in between when you part them. "I would say I'm surprised, but that would be a pretty fucking huge lie."
It's hardly a surprise for Piper too, but her eyes still widen a bit at the sight of her own juices coating your hand, and her gaze lingers for a second longer, enough for you to catch the desire shimmering into the blue depth of those pools.
Still, she persists.
"You aren't getting anything out of me."
You don't even try to contain the laugh bubbling in your chest. "Oh, sweetheart, I assure you that something is coming out of you eventually. Might not be information about who sent you here, but it will come with a flood." You assure her with a wink before shoving your hand back down between her legs, tempted to rip her panties off but settling for just slipping beneath them... for the moment at least.
She is so wet that it's hard to keep your touch focused on her slippery clit, and her constant squirming in an attempt to get away from your touch makes it even more difficult, it doesn't stop you from trying though, until she grows so wet that when you go lower you slip right past her opening and deep inside of her.
Considering the loud moan that she releases at the sudden penetration however, you doubt she minds.
She bucks hard against your hand, hips lifting of their own will, chair squeaking beneath her with every movement as the legs scrape the hardwood floor, probably leaving marks behind, but you couldn't care less when you are surrounded by that blissful slick and tight warmth as you pump your fingers as deep inside of her as you can.
"Never expected a slut like you to have such a tight pussy."
You whisper in her ear, but she's way too busy trying to breathe to come up with a proper comeback, but that's okay. You live for the moments when you can fuck her usually very eloquent self out of her, and watching her struggle like this is almost as rewarding for you as the apex of the orgasm that usually follows is for you both.
She still tries to resist, and when she does, you know it's real, but not because she is trying to fight you. In fact, it's more like she is trying to fight her own imminent orgasm, trying to delay it, holding back. You don't want her to, but it's quite delightful watching her struggle for control with herself. A battle that you already know the glorious outcome about who will win.
"I'm starting to wonder if whatever agency and whoever trained you, knows that they tried to make a spy out of a thirsty whore."
A brief moment of lucidity clears her blurred eyes at that and she looks at you over her eyelashes with that "really?" amusedly arched eyebrow and the sparkle of mirth glinting into those bright blue eyes, but with that look comes also the ultimate reassurance that you haven't overstepped anything for being so... explicit, and the knowledge has you sigh inwardly with relief.
You curl your fingers inside of her, stroking that magic spot on her front wall, letting her tip toe the border of her orgasm, but as soon as she is there and tenses up and her inner walls are just about to prepare to ripple and flutter around your fingers, you decide to pull out of her, and the loss of that warmth pains you almost as much as the cruel interruption of the orgasm probably pains her.
She looks at you with a mix of utter disbelief, desperate, overwhelming need and hot burning anger.
You are pretty sure that she would actually jump you if she wasn't tied up.
Usually, that look would be enough to have you push back inside of her and give her what she craves more than air in this moment, but when her gaze drops to the front of your pants reminding you of the little addition you have packed there, another idea pops in your mind.
It aches not being inside of her, not being surrounded by that compelling smooth velvety clinging heat that was fluttering around you just a few moments ago, but that idea is so oddly insistent that you decide to act on it.
Without diverting her gaze from her hungry one, you unzip your pants and untuck the toy from your boy shorts, giving it a firm stroke to smear it with the rest of the wetness still coating your fingers.
Blue eyes narrow in confusion, and then realization shapes her features, even before you can confirm her stirring doubt. "You want the end of that orgasm, you suck me off first."
Contrary to all the rest you have done so far, this specific part wasn't planned.
Normally, even just the suggestion of something remotely close to blowjobs would make you grimace with disgust and dry you up in a heartbeat, but you know that you have made the right choice by suggesting it from the way Piper's eyes widen with surprise and darken, almost turning black with lust. Is all the answer you needed to know this is more than okay, doesn't matter the way she tries to harden her features and clenches her jaw, or the way she sharply turns her head on the opposite side when you cradle her jaw to bring her closer.
"I'll consider it as a proper apology for the way your intrusion has interrupted my night." You encourage her as if you are offering her a treat, gripping her chin more securely. She still doesn't say anything, but at least she doesn't try to escape from the grip this time.
"You can keep silent if you want, but you can still put that smart mouth of yours to good use. Hopefully this time it won't get you in any trouble."
Another glint of amusement flashes into that blue gaze and you know she's struggling to not jump at the offer with eagerness especially after your little unfair stunt with her interrupted orgasm, so you give her the ultimate push that will most definitely have her surrender.
"Sweetheart," You sigh, pretending indifference, "We can stay here all night long, but we both know that you are going to do it. And the sooner you part those pretty lips and take me in your mouth, the sooner I can be inside you and give you what we both know you really need."
And you know exactly what she is imagining... Her, laying on her back, with you on top, forcing and holding her legs wide open as you pump your hips, stretching her out, filling her to the hilt over and over again.
As expected, the promise held in your words and the image subtly triggered by them is more than enough to break that little restrain she had left and have her leaning in closer, eyes locked with yours, lips parting, tongue darting out to lick the underside of the shaft from the base to the head.
You smile down at her, affection surfacing under the act of the moment as you run a hand through her silky blonde hair, resting it on the back of her neck, just as an
encouragement, without applying pressure of guiding her as she takes the first couple of inches in.
"Such a good girl."
The purred praise earns you a shiver and a muffled moan as she dips her head to take more, and in that moment you wish you could feel her. Feel the warmth of the seal of her lips wrapped around you, the laps and swirls of her tongue when she slides back up to suck on the head.
You almost can.
And your clit twitches somehow jealously in response.
"Quite the expert. You seem to have done this more than just a few times before." You taunt her, but she's so enthusiastically busy in offering you a nice show that she only flashes you a dirty look in response before returning, devotedly, to her task.
And you happily let her continue for a few more minutes, until you are the one who is starting to waver at the compelling thought of how wonderfully it would feel what she is doing but on your own skin.
"Enough." You tell her, an order that comes out like a deep breathed gasp as you pull back and at the same time gently push at her shoulder, watching, almost mesmerized the thin thread of saliva linking her lips to the toy and that breaks when you pull back further.
"God, you would suck me dry given the chance, wouldn't you?"
She blushes and doesn't even try to deny the accusation. On the contrary, and you are absolutely delighted when accompanying that charming flush on her cheeks she traps her bottom lip between her teeth to keep from letting out some sound of mingled protest and need.
You look at those glistening lips, so soft and puffy and inviting after her latest ministration that you can't resist the temptation.
You bend down and kiss her.
Hungrily.
Fiercely.
A deep bruising kiss that is all tongue and heat and a bit of teeth, too.
And Piper returns it with the compelling passion that matches your own growing desire for more.
It leaves you a bit breathless and it leaves Piper squirming in her seat, an unnecessary reminder of the promise you made her, and the one you have every intention to keep without further teasing.
"Don't worry kid," You smirk at her, much more softly, not even realizing about the term of endearment that slips effortlessly from your tongue in your wish in to reassure her, "I just figured out what I want to do with you. And I'm going to take care of that." Your gaze shifts between her parted legs before you stand to go back to the desk to retrieve a couple of items; one of which you pocket for later, while the other... Well, part of the reason you had staged Piper's... abduction... with a bag over her head might also be for the item you have bought without her knowledge, something you have seen her observe many times during your occasional trips to the sexy shop, and the look of surprise and burning arousal that lights up her entire face when you turn dangling the brand-new leather collar, is worth every second of the wait.
"But before we start, I need to make sure you aren't going anywhere." You tell her unrolling the chain and unclasping the belt of the collar, all while watching a still stunned Piper trying to get her breathing under control and resist the temptation to get herself off by squirming on the chair.
There are so many things you want to do to her, so many positions that cross in your mind that it makes your head spin.
But for now, you think you'll start by kneeling in front of her and thoroughly eat her out, unable to resist the scent of that delicious sweet syrupy nectar filling the air dripping with lust.
After so many times you can't possibly be surprised with the cliffhanger, can you? :D