A/N: Yep, you guessed it... More smut! Well, actually this is my attempt at writing smut that doesn't jump straight into the "action", but I think I might've overestimated my writing abilities :P Writing the dialogue in the beginning was super difficult. And why is the beginning of the story always so hard to write?! Or is it just me?
Thanks for all the lovely reviews to my other stories! It really keeps me motivated to continue writing all this filthy stuff! And I'm super glad that there are so many other like-minded individuals out there and I'm not the only pervert :P Can a woman be a pervert, or does it only apply to men? :P
Anyway, enough rambling and on to the action. May you enjoy it in more ways than one ;)
Romero leaned back against the dining room chair, slightly uncomfortable, but satisfied, as he overindulged yet again. Norma always dished up portions a little too generous. He loved that about her. Loved her tendency to overfeed him. He was a big guy, she had said. Big and tall. Big and tall guys needed to eat enough for an army. Or so it seemed she was inclined to think.
"I'll just take these to the kitchen" Alex was brought of his reverie at the sound of Norma's voice.
"Let me help you with that" he offered as she reached to take his plate.
"No no no, you just relax! I'll be back with dessert" she said as she snatched it off the table in one swift move, spun on her heel and hurried off.
He could hear her heels clicking softly as she moved about the kitchen, the scraping of cutlery against plates, the clanking of dishes being placed in the sink.
Then it went quiet. Too quiet, he thought.
He looked over his shoulder as he heard her approaching, and saw that her hands were empty but she was wearing a coat.
"I thought you said there's dessert," he quipped. "And what's with the coat?"
"Oh uhm..." she floundered for a second, "dessert's not quite ready and I'm feeling chilly," she responded, a hint of anxiousness in her voice." He raised an eyebrow, not quite believing that she was suddenly cold. "But in the meantime, I thought I'd give you a backrub, you know, after the long day you've had," she continued, the words rapidly tumbling from her mouth. She looked curiously edgy, as if she was hiding something he had no knowledge of and didn't want him to find out.
"What's going on Norma?" he questioned as his eyes narrowed in suspicion. She reached for her hair and absent-mindedly twirled it around her finger. A nervous habit, he knew.
"Are you hiding something, or what?"
"I'm not hiding anything, Alex!"
She was starting to get defensive. "Like I said, I just figured you'd like a backrub! But if you don't want one then it's fine!" She didn't turn on her heel and storm off, like he expected her to. Instead, she placed her hands on her hips, and shot him a challenging stare, waiting for his response.
"It's been a long day Norma. I'm going for a shower" he announced, pinching the bridge of his nose as he got up. The last thing he was aching for, was a fight
"Oh...Ok" she murmured softly as her face instantly fell, disappointment clearly etched on her features.
She looked genuinely hurt and he felt bad for suspecting her.
"If you're so insistent on it, then you can give me a backrub", he relented as he sat back down. Her eyes lit up and she beamed, a girlish excitement in her voice. Alex had never met a woman more whimsical than Norma Bates, and her sudden shifts in mood never ceased to amaze him.
"You should turn your chair" she announced suddenly.
"Why?" he questioned, brow furrowed in confusion
"Well just so you can maybe stretch your legs and- and-" she faltered again, not quite sure how to respond. But he thought nothing more of it, not wanting to hurt her again, and did as she requested without any further protest.
Excitedly, she moved over to stand behind him and placed her hands on his shoulders. With long, gentle motions, she circled her ring, middle, and index fingers along the surface of his muscles. She could feel the tension melting away as he started to relax, leaning back in the chair. Keeping the pressure firm, but gentle, she pressed her fingertips into his shoulder blades, hearing the low moans at the back of his throat as he felt the knots spontaneously release
As her hands kneaded his shoulders, she brought her mouth to his neck, softly blowing on the nape before pressing her lips to the side of his throat. She resisted the urge to smirk as he closed his eyes with a sigh of contentment.
While Romero was distracted with her ministrations, Norma reached inside the pocket of her coat, wondering if she could actually pull this off. She couldn't help but grin against his neck as her fingers closed around the metal of the handcuffs. Without her lips breaking contact, she quickly and quietly threaded the cuffs between the slats of the chair.
He heard it, rather than felt it, the familiar metallic click of handcuffs locking shut. His eyes snapped open as he realized what was happening. One wrist already restrained, he shivered as the cold steel latched onto the other.
"Norma, what the hell are-" the rest of his sentence was swallowed by her triumphant giggle.
He looked down over his shoulder to where his hands were bound to the back of the chair. "If this is your idea of a joke-" he began as he tugged at the cuffs. He was normally the one doing the cuffing and he wasn't quite sure whether he liked being on the receiving end.
Realization dawned upon him. "You planned all of this, didn't you...?"
"You ran late today", she chuckled gleefully as she placed her hands back on his shoulders.
"What does that have to do with anything, Norma?" he interrupted
"Like I was saying," she continued, firmly pressing her thumbs into his muscles, "you were running late and forgot your handcuffs on the dresser."
"Again, what does any of that have to do with this?" he rattled the cuffs against the chair, drawing attention to the fact that he was bound to it."
"Well, I've always wanted to try it"
"I'm going to get you back for this," he huffed a sigh.
"Oh come now, Sheriff," she giggled, barely holding back her delight. "You'll enjoy this. I promise," she added with a wink.
She sauntered away, a slight sway to her hips, towards the entrance to the dining room, shrugging the coat off her shoulders. Glancing at him suggestively, she dimmed the light, bathing her in a soft glow.
Taking one step forward, then another, she stopped a few feet in front of him, coyly dropping her hip, a sly grin tugging at the corners of her mouth.
She bent forward, straightening her right leg in front of her and reaching for her ankle before skimming her hands up her leg. She held his gaze as she hiked up her skirt till it reached the top of her thighs, gauging his reaction, and feeling a welcome sense of accomplishment as his eyes were intently fixed on her, noticeably widened.
She let it linger there for a moment before smoothing it back down. Her pelvis started swaying in a figure eight motion, shoulders joining the rhythm, as she traced the swell of her hips, ran her hands up her sides, along the slender column of her neck, before finally threading her fingers through her hair, leaving it tousled.
Reaching down, she cupped her breasts, squeezing softly, before slowly slipping the buttons of her blouse from their slots. Stopping at the third, just far enough to give him a tantalizing peek of her lingerie
She noticed the slight bulge at the front his pants, feeling incredibly pleased as she drank in her power over him. Deliberately, she walked towards him, placing one foot directly in front of the other, looking like a model on a catwalk.
As she reached him, she casually strutted around the chair, once, twice, till she stood behind him. She placed her hands on his biceps, gently caressing, leaning forward as her lips ghosted up his neck. "I told you there's dessert" she whispered, nipping his earlobe for good measure.
He groaned at her words, the confines of his pants starting to become painful. He was in complete disbelief over the normally demure Norma Bates putting on a show. Even though he wasn't too happy about being restrained, he couldn't deny that he was enjoying it.
She moved to sit sideways on his lap, one arm slung around his shoulder. Sweeping her free arm downward, she arched her back until the tips of her fingers grazed the floor. The curve of her spine caused her blouse to ride up, revealing the smooth, porcelein skin of her stomach, the dim lighting delicately contouring her quivering muscles. The swell of her breasts strained against the fabric, buttons threatening to pop. And Romero wished they would. He was enjoying it immensely, yet he grew increasingly frustrated at his inability to even touch her, hoping that he would somehow gain the strength needed to snap the chain and free his hands.
She could feel his hardness pressing into her and started grinding her hips, hearing him moan softly, the metal of the handcuffs clinking against the wood as he struggled against it.
Suddenly, her face contorted for a moment, and she groaned in discomfort as her movements caused the point of his sheriff's badge to dig into the soft flesh of her ass.
"Ouch" she muttered as she pulled herself up, using his shoulder as leverage, and got off his lap. "I love a man in a uniform, but this-" she pointed, "not so much", sighing as she unclipped the badge and carelessly tossed it aside, sounding mildly displeased at the sudden interruption of her performance.
"Anyway, where was I?" she questioned teasingly, tapping her index finger against her lip in mock contemplation. "Oh, yes," she said as she ran her finger from her lips, trailing down her neck and the valley between her breasts before popping open the remaining buttons, slowly parting the sides of her blouse to reveal a lacy red bra, adorned with intricate floral patterns and a tiny red bow in the middle.
The fine material was translucent enough to offer a tantalizing glimpse of her nipples. His breath hitched and he was momentarily stunned by the view, astonished that Norma had it in her to do that . The effect she had on him did not escape her as her eyes drifted down his body, coming to rest on the apex of his thighs.
Shrugging off her blouse, she went to stand in front of him, leaned forward, and put one hand on his knee to brace herself as the other moved to stroke him.
"Is that a gun in your pocket Sheriff, or are you just really... happy... to... see... me", she whispered into his ear, punctuating each of the last four words with a soft squeeze. Alex watched through half lidded eyes as she fondled him, a self-satisfied smirk on her face. She pulled away before he got the chance to enjoy it too much.
"Let's see, shall we?"
Running her hand along his cheek and into his hair, she tilted his head up to expose his neck, kissing the underside of his jaw and licking down his throat in torturous motions.
Slowly, she started unbuttoning his shirt, and with each button opened, she kissed the newly exposed flesh. Slinking down his body, she sunk to her knees in front of him.
She gazed up innocently, her wicked smile a stark contrast, and unbuckled his belt before pulling down the zipper, finally freeing him from the painful confines of his pants. Placing both hands on his legs, she spread his thighs and leaned in close. He jerked violently as he felt her warm breath on his rapidly heating skin, the blood rushing to his head so fast he feared he might faint. He bit back a moan as she kissed the tip before grasping his shaft and wrapping her lips around him. He renewed his futile struggles against the restraints as Norma bobbed her head back and forth, hand and mouth moving in tandem.
She played him like a violin, every slick caress of her tongue and every perfectly placed suck setting his nerves on fire.
Romero's thoughts were coming in exasperatedly nonsensical flashes, pleasure and desire mixed with frustration, each emotion intensifying the other.
Her warm mouth wandered up and down the underside of his shaft, trailing moist kisses along the way. When she took him deep into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat, and sucked, his vision dimmed. That feeling of inevitability rapidly approached and tightened in his stomach and oh Jesus that felt incredible and-
"Fuckit, Norma!" he growled as she suddenly withdrew, releasing him with an audible pop. "This is torture!"
He was getting angry, she could tell. But she was too stubborn to let her triumph die just yet. She turned her head and nipped the inside of his thigh, harder than she intended but satisfied with its effect as she felt him wince. "Patience," she admonished lightly as she reached up and slowly raked her nails along his bare torso, feeling the muscles flex and flutter beneath her fingertips.
"I'm not done yet"
Rising to her feet, she took a step back, caressing her body as she stared into his eyes, her lips slightly parted. She reached behind her, unhurriedly, purposely, parting the teeth of the zipper and easing her skirt down her legs, leaving it puddled on the floor.
Her panties matched the bra, lacy, transparent, but he could barely make out the shape of her. Turning around, her back towards him, she bent down, touching the floor, offering him a tantalizing view of her rear. Unconsciously, he wet his lips at the sight of the wetness forming between her legs, tormentingly close yet just out of reach.
Her hamstrings strained with the effort, but she kept her fingers to the floor. As she straightened back up, she smirked mischievously over her shoulder, giving her ass a light slap before turning to face him.
She swung a leg over his thigh, straddling him in all her lingerie-clad glory, silken tendrils of tousled blonde framing her face. Hands in his hair, she guided his face down between her breasts, enjoying the feel of his stubble rasping against her skin. Alex traced the outline of her bra, the salty taste of moisture on his tongue, relishing in the soft mewls she rewarded him with.
But much too soon for his taste, Norma tugged on his hair, forcing his head back. She pressed her lips to his, tentatively at first before he took the opportunity to deepen the kiss, softly sucking on her tongue, enjoying the faint taste of spearmint.
He could feel her heat against his fevered skin as she ground her hips against him, parting their lips and moaned: "God, Alex I'm so wet!"
His eyes widened, jaw dropping slightly at her utterance. He had never heard her talking dirty before.
Sliding off his lap, she sat back on her haunches as she coquettishly slid the straps of her bra down her shoulders, one then the other. She reached back to unclasp it, breasts bouncing lightly as it fell away from her body.
Part of him was loathe to see it go, but he could feel the excitement and anticipation spiking through his veins, his heart rate becoming frantic, as he watched her grip his shaft, placing it between the hollow of her breasts and squeezing them together. Leisurely, she started moving up and down, her slick skin creating a delicious friction against him. If it were at all possible, his eyes would have rolled back in their sockets at the exquisite sensation. Whenever the tip reached her mouth, she would briefly pause her movements, wet tongue peeking out to lick softly. She could tell he was getting close, former pleasure still lingering, as he closed his eyes, hips starting to buck, and breaths coming in short, husky pants. "Fuck!" he warned before-
"Uh-uh, not so fast!"
Despair slammed into Alex's lust-addled body as she cruelly yanked the rug out from underneath him. His mind swirled in an impossible slurry of contradictions, thoughts sloshing unstably between desire and anger and frustration and shock at being denied a second time.
"Norma!" he snarled as the already fragile grip on his resolve finally snapped.
She simpered at his reaction, pleased that her attempts at driving him insane, succeeded.
Releasing the hold on her breasts, she got up off her knees, hooking her thumbs into the waistband of her panties, she pulled sideways, the thin material stretching taut. She eased it down her toned legs, enticingly swaying her hips as she did so. One leg stepped out, the other hooking her underwear at the toe of her heel, and playfully flicking it towards him.
His breath caught in his throat as she stood before him, anger forgotten, his eyes hungrily and lustfully raking down the length of her body, each and every curve beautifully accentuated by the falling shadows.
A bright red flush streaked her cheeks at his sincere reaction. She ran her hands from the tops of his thighs down to his knees, and back again, before swinging her leg over his.
She reached between them, grasping his aching hardness and aligning him with her entrance before lowering her weight. A soft moan escaped her lips as she sank onto him, her movements momentarily stilled as her body adjusted.
"Jesus, Norma" he groaned as he felt her incredibly tight, wet heat coil around him.
Hands on his shoulders, she leaned back and started moving her hips. The muscles in Romero's neck twinged almost painfully as he tried to reach forward to suck on her breasts, but his binds restricted his movement.
Norma hooked both legs behind the chair to prevent her from falling, bracing herself on his knees. Whimpers and purrs rested in her throat, slipping out as she arched her back and tipped her head back, breasts swaying rhythmically as she glided back and forth.
Sensing his growing frustration at her lazy movements, she took it purposefully too slow, rising and falling in a languid, almost hypnotic rhythm.
He desperately wanted to seize her hips, force her to speed up, twirl his tongue around a pebbled nipple, feel her pulse throbbing wildly beneath his lips, but maddeningly he was powerless to do so.
Norma tightened her legs around the chair and pulled herself up. Her mouth was on his, fierce and insistent and demanding, breasts pressing flat against chest, arms around his neck. She nipped at his lower lip and darted her tongue past his lips, hungrily exploring his mouth.
Reaching between them, she slid her hand down her stomach. He could feel the movements of her fingers against him as she circled her clit, harder and faster than he would have thought she liked.
Ecstasy boiled up her spine and spread outward, reverberating through her body as she rode him harder, faster, the coil in her stomach tightening with each twist of her hips.
A crescendo of uneven gasps and pants slipped past her lips, fingers speeding up and becoming more erratic.
Romero found himself transfixed by her: eyes squeezed shut, bottom lip clamped between her teeth, pulse throbbing frantically, her heaving chest taking on a rosy hue.
"God, yes!" she hissed as the wound up coil exploded, her trembling legs tightening around the chair, toes curling, and nails painfully digging into his shoulders.
Alex could feel her heart pounding against his chest, her glistening skin wet with perspiration, easily gliding against his.
Gradually, her movements slowed but didn't cease; she knew that Alex hadn't gotten his release yet. She withdrew her hand from where it was sandwiched between them to run her fingers along the nape of his neck.
"That's it," she coaxed as her lips whispered along the side of this throat, kissing the sensitive skin under his ear.
"Come for me, Alex"
He thrust up into her with as much force as he could manage, biting down hard on the junction where her neck and shoulder met, groaning against her skin as his body went rigid, spilling himself inside her. Trembling and sweaty, he sagged against the chair, drawing ragged gulps of air into his lungs
Norma leaned against his chest, and unhooked her legs from behind the chair. She listened to the beating of his heart, wrapping her arms around him and bathing in the afterglow.
"I love you."
He was too breathless to respond but she didn't give him a chance to, getting up and starting to gather her discarded clothes.
"Where are you going?" he asked, breathing slowly returning to normal.
"To clean up", she replied nonchalantly, as if it was entirely obvious, gesturing to the sticky wetness between her thighs.
"You're just going to leave me here?" he questioned incredulously
"I'm sure an outstanding sheriff like yourself knows his way out of a pair of handcuffs," she teased.
"Besides, didn't you say you were a unicorn?"
"Have fun, Alex," she said as she glanced over her shoulder, a devilish gleam in her eyes.
She switched off the light before walking away and leaving him in the dark. He could see her naked silhouette as she strode towards the stairs.
"Norma!" he hollered, with no response.
"This woman" he thought, shaking his head as he yanked in earnest at the cuffs, feeling it chafe his wrists.
Yes, he loved her too. And yes, he was definitely going to get her back.
And... Done...! Whoo! This took me half a lifetime to write :P I totally ran out of words for "slowly" and are there any better words for "penis"?! If there is, someone please let me know! The only good ones I know of is "shaft" and "hardness" but I might have overused it (?) I don't think "erection" (I think it's a bit too clinical, also reminds me of 50 shades of grey...) or "member" works so well, and I'm pretty reluctant to use "cock" :P Yes, I know there's some cheesy lines but I honestly could not think of a better way to say it. And writing the male orgasm is pretty hard, especially if you're not male :P
I tried for a tiny bit of fluff at the end, not sure if I succeeded though :P
I think I did more research for this story than I did for my college essays. May no one stumble upon my internet search history... I'm starting to think my creativity is going in the wrong direction...?
This is intended to be a two-part story, so reviews on whether you want to read more (flames will be used to cook bacon. I love bacon!) XD But I'm like the world's slowest writer (not George R. R. Martin slow, but you get my drift), so it will take a while to write the second part, but it will be up eventually!