"So I was wondering," Roxanne says, breaking the kiss, "exactly how much edging you would be okay with."
Megamind, breathless and pinned against the wall, licks his lips.
"Edging?" he asks.
"Mm," Roxanne trails a fingertip down the line of the silk tie he's wearing—she'd been exceptionally dressed-up for their date tonight; Megamind had wanted to look nice beside her.
"Edging," she says, reaching the end of the tie and resting her fingertips on his belt buckle instead. "How I take you right to the edge of being able to come but don't let you."
She taps a fingernail on his belt buckle and Megamind feels an answering throb between his legs.
"Ohh," he says. "Oh, I like that."
Roxanne laughs and flicks his hip playfully.
"I know you do," she says, "that's why I was wondering how much would be too much for you."
She hooks her fingers in one of his belt loops and Megamind grins at her.
"I like the edging," he says, "I don't really know how much would be too much—it would have to really be a lot for me to stop enjoying it. Why?" he asks, hands sliding around Roxanne's waist. "Do you have plans for me, Temptress?"
Roxanne takes hold of his tie with her free hand and pulls him forward into a kiss.
"I want," she says, when she's pulled away again, "to test how much prehensile capability your tentacles have—and test how far you can control yourself."
A slow smile spreads over Megamind's face.
"Yes?" Roxanne says.
"Oooh—very yes," Megamind says.
Roxanne grins at him.
"Say the safeword if it gets to be too much for you, sweetheart," she reminds him, and Megamind makes a noise of agreement.
Roxanne pulls him in for another kiss, then abruptly releases him and steps away. She turns and walks across the room to stand at the foot of the bed, the satin material of her cocktail dress skirt swishing around her calves, her high heels lending an extra snap to each step.
Then she spins, skirt flaring. There's an especially regal imperiousness in her expression now; Megamind shivers with delight.
"Take off your shoes and socks," she says, "and then come here."
Megamind obeys, removing his shoes and socks and then moving to stand before her. With him barefoot and her in heels, she's tall enough to look down at him. Megamind bites his lip and looks up at her through his lashes.
Heat flashes in her eyes and she gives him a hard kiss before reaching for his tie. She doesn't undo it, though, only loosens it, and then begins unbuttoning his shirt. Once his shirt is unbuttoned all the way, she doesn't push it off his shoulders, either, but unbuckles his belt instead. She undoes the fly of his trousers, but doesn't push them down, either.
Megamind gulps, off balance and oddly excited at the out-of-order way she's undressing him.
Roxanne steps back and looks him up and down with clear satisfaction and he gulps again. She notices his reaction; he can tell by the way her smile widens. Then she gives him another imperious look and turns to face away from him.
"Unzip my dress," she says.
Megamind takes hold of the tab and starts to pull it down—
—and then he frowns, puzzled. The material of the dress is burgundy satin, but as he pulls down the zipper, it reveals not Roxanne's skin, but only more fabric—bright crimson silk and lace.
Roxanne steps away from him and turns, skirt flaring once more—and then falling as she pushes the dress off her shoulders and lets it drop.
Megamind's jaw drops with it.
"Oh my god, Roxanne," he says.
She's wearing a corset.
And not just a corset, either; she's also wearing a matching pair of silk and lace panties, tied with ribbons on each hip, and laced up the front with another ribbon. And stockings; he'd assumed what she was wearing was normal hose, but those are very definitely stockings she has on; they end in bands of lace around her thighs—and they're held up by a garter belt. God—she still has her high heels on, too—
Megamind feels as if his knees might actually give out.
He meets Roxanne's gaze again and she smirks at him in satisfaction before stepping forward towards him.
"Your reactions are always so gratifying," she murmurs. "I feel like the sexiest thing in the world when you look at me."
"That's because you are," Megamind says fervently.
She smiles at him and twists his tie in her fingers.
"Are you going to tie me up with that?" he asks hopefully.
"Hm," Roxanne says, still smiling. She tugs at the tie. "Do I need to tie you up to make you do what I want?"
"I—no," Megamind says, caught off-guard, "of course not, but—"
"Are you sure I don't need to?" Roxanne says, a note of sternness creeping into her voice. "Can you be good for me?"
Megamind flushes hot, desire pulsing through him.
"I—I can be good," he says.
Roxanne hums and gives him a hard look. Megamind squirms beneath her gaze and makes an involuntary whining noise.
(he wants her to tie him up; of course he does, but even more than he wants that, he wants to hear her call him good)
"Please," he says, "I can be good, Roxanne; let me be good for you."
Roxanne smiles at him and rewards him with a kiss.
"All right, then, sweetheart," she says, and steps away from him.
Roxanne moves to the bed, reclines back decadently against all of their pillows, and arches an eyebrow at him, a smirk curling her lips.
She's never looked more evil, or more like a queen.
"Take the rest of your clothes off," she commands.
Megamind does, pulling off his tie, letting his shirt slip from his shoulders, and pushing his trousers down off of his hips.
Roxanne makes an appreciative noise and trails one hand down the center line of her own body.
"Tentacles out, now," she says.
Megamind lets them unfurl from his ventral slit, shuddering pleasurably as the cold air hits them. Roxanne, watching him through half-lidded eyes, spreads her legs.
"Come here," she says.
He does, moving to kneel on the mattress between her legs—not touching her; she hasn't said he's allowed to touch her yet. She trails her fingertips down the laces on the front of her panties.
"I want you," she says, "you to unlace these. Using only your tentacles."
Megamind swallows hard and looks at the laces.
He leans forward, bracing himself with one hand on the headboard next to Roxanne's head—and then leans forward more, so that he's half lying down, his body is hovering over hers, not quite touching.
The position brings his face quite close to hers, close enough for him to really fully appreciate the wicked, delighted-with-herself curve of her mouth.
He shifts his hips, the fingertips of his free hand resting against the mattress for balance, and moves his tentacles, trying to find—
They catch on the laces and pleasure shivers through him, making him gulp. Roxanne makes a pleased sound and he takes a shaky breath, trying to focus on finding the top part of the ribbon.
The ribbon is laced up through the eyelets, but it's not tied, which makes things slightly easier; by concentrating very hard, he's able to use two tentacles to tug the ribbon free from the first set of eyelets. He has to use a bit of force, which only makes his tentacles twitch with pleasure and ache for more sensation.
"Look at you," Roxanne murmurs, "you're doing so well."
Megamind shivers and tugs at the ribbon again, pulling it free of the next set of eyelets. Roxanne makes an approving noise, which sends another shivery wave of desire and pleasure through him.
The two tentacles he's been using are trembling too much to pull the ribbon free from the next set of eyelets; he switches to using two different ones.
There are six sets of eyelets; by the time he finishes the fourth set, he's panting for breath. Roxanne turns her head and brushes a kiss over his mouth and he loses concentration entirely for a moment, tentacles pulsing and hips jerking forward slightly.
He takes a shuddery breath and switches tentacles again—one of the tentacles he used the first time around, and the single tentacle he hasn't used yet.
—Roxanne is so maddeningly close; he can feel the heat of her body, can feel her breath on his skin; she's right there; right there—
Megamind grits his teeth and tugs the ribbon completely free from the final set of eyelets.
He feels it come loose and sits back on his heels, ribbon tangled in his tentacles. Roxanne's eyes are dark, her mouth flushed and tempting. His tentacles are definitely slick by now; they've left gleaming smears of wetness on the fabric of her panties, on her stomach.
Megamind swallows and reaches his hand down, pulls the ribbon free from his tentacles. He lifts it up, showing it to Roxanne.
She laughs, a sound of pure delight that instantly makes all the torment he just went through more than worth it. He grins at her triumphantly and drops the ribbon on the bed.
"That was fantastic," she says. "You're doing so good, baby."
Megamind's tentacles all give a hard, involuntary twist at that and Roxanne smiles a self-satisfied smile. She gestures at the ribbon on her right hip.
"I want you to untie these in the same way, now."
Megamind looks down at the ribbon.
The ribbons on her hips are tied in bows, unlike the ribbon that he just unlaced from the front of her panties. The bows complicate things, but these ribbons are also wider than the one he's already unlaced—easier for his tentacles to grasp. And the position of them…hmm…he's not going to be able to do this kneeling between her legs.
Megamind reaches his left hand out to touch the headboard for balance and swings his right leg over Roxanne's left leg, so that he's straddling her thigh. He glances at Roxanne's face—oh, she looks very pleased; he feels a wave of heat go through him at her expression.
His tentacles still can't quite reach the ribbon like this—
Megamind lets go of the headboard and reaches behind himself to put his hands on the mattress, spreads his legs wider, arches his back.
He ends up seated on Roxanne's thigh, the band of lace at the top of her stocking under his ass. The rough texture of the lace makes him want to grind against her, but he grits his teeth and controls himself.
His tentacles can reach the ribbon, now, and with his back arched like this, he can look down the length of his own body and see what he's doing.
He reaches for one of the ends of the ribbon with a single tentacle, holding the rest apart. Roxanne trails her hands up his thighs, making his hips rock against her involuntarily. Megamind moans, too distracted to keep his tentacles from writhing against each other, and the sensation of that makes him throw his head back and moan again.
He regains control of himself, though, and, panting for breath and again looking down the length of his body, reaches for the end of the ribbon with a single tentacle.
Megamind tries to hold the other four tentacles still—he can't afford the distraction of them writhing—but he can't completely keep them from moving. They twitch and rub against each other, small automatic movements that send zings of pleasure through his body like little electric shocks.
He curls the single tentacle around the cool silk of the ribbon, shivers at the feeling, and then coils the tentacle tightly, gripping the ribbon.
Megamind can see the muscles in his stomach twitch as he uses the tentacle to pull the end of the ribbon.
The bow comes undone.
Roxanne's hands settle on his hips, her thumbs caressing his hipbones.
"My good boy," she murmurs, voice warm with affection and approval, "my good, good boy. My Megamind."
Megamind whimpers and holds his hips still.
The tentacle he used to untie the ribbon is trembling too hard to be of further use; he reaches out with another, hooks it beneath both pieces of loosely twined ribbon, and pulls.
"Very good," Roxanne tells him as the pieces of silk slide free from one another. "Such a good boy."
Megamind can't stop himself from making a whining sound and arching his back even further as her palms slide up his sides.
"Other side now," Roxanne says.
He gulps and swings himself off of her lap.
His legs tremble as he does it, and he has to take a moment to catch his breath and try to pull himself together before he can even think about doing all of that over again.
Megamind glances across Roxanne's body, to the ribbon that's tied on her right hip, and shivers. Then he crawls around to the other side of the bed and looks down at the ribbon again.
He bites his lip, gaze slipping lower, over the tempting skin of Roxanne's thigh, over the perfectly maddening band of crimson lace that encircles it.
—god, if he tries straddling her thigh again, he's really not sure that this time he'll be able to keep from grinding his tentacles against her hip.
Roxanne idly draws the fingertips of one hand up her thigh.
Megamind's breath hisses through his teeth. He looks up at Roxanne's face, and her expression tells him that she knows just what she's doing to him, and that she's enjoying immensely.
"This," he says, his voice rough and tight with desire, "this is—exactly why you would have made a fantastic evil queen, Roxanne."
She laughs and a hot wave of desire sweeps through him—god, he loves her laugh, loves being with her like this, loves her.
—okay—okay so no straddling her thigh; there has to be a different position he can use to—
—ah—yes—
He leans over her body, so that he's almost lying across her lap, his weight balanced between his knees on one side of Roxanne and his forearms on the other.
His tentacles reach the ribbon easily like this, and Megamind grins triumphantly—oh, this is going to be much easier!
Roxanne's hand settles on the base of his neck and he gasps, tentacle fumbling with the end of the ribbon. She strokes down his spine—oh god—all the way to the base of it, and he can't help arching his back into the touch.
"—ah—Roxanne—"
She slides her left hand over the back of his neck, and then holds him there, her palm hot and heavy against the sensitive skin.
"Yes, sweetheart?" she says, and slides her left hand up the back of his thigh.
The sound he makes is definitely nothing like words, and nothing like human. Roxanne seems to find this answer more than satisfactory, though, because she tightens her grip on the back of his neck, massaging it, and settles her other hand on his ass.
Megamind grits his teeth and tries to focus. His tentacles are writhing again; it takes a great deal of effort to get them under control enough to separate one from the rest, to make it stop rubbing itself mindlessly against the others and reach out for the ribbon instead.
In the time it takes him to regain control and coil his tentacle around the ribbon, Roxanne begins to trace slow, aimless patters on the skin of his ass, which is really extremely entirely unhelpful.
"—god—fuck," he gasps, tightening his tentacle around the ribbon, and why did he think this position was a good idea again?
He pulls the ribbon and thankfully the bow gives. Megamind shudders in relief and reaches for the last twist of the ribbons with another tentacle.
Roxanne trails a fingertip down the curve of his ass to the soft skin at the top of his thigh.
Megamind makes a high pitched birdsong-like noise, half pleasure and half dismay, as she draws her fingertip down his thigh again to the back of his knee. He pulls at the ribbons and they give, coming untwisted.
Roxanne gives a gasp of delight.
"You did it!" she says. "Oh, well done, sweetheart!"
She gives his thigh an affectionate squeeze and then takes both her hands away.
Megamind pushes himself up shakily and looks at her. Roxanne grins at him and he laughs breathlessly.
"I take it," he says, "that you're enjoying yourself, Miss Ritchi?"
"Oh, I am definitely enjoying myself," she says.
She rakes a clearly-appreciative gaze over him; Megamind tilts his head back and to the side just a bit, showing her his throat, preening under the attention.
"Mm," Roxanne says, "and are you still enjoying this, Megamind?"
"You tormenting me, Temptress?" Megamind says. He catches his lower lip between his teeth, looks at her through his lashes, and smiles. "I'm enjoying it immensely."
Her gaze drops to his mouth and she licks her own lips, then glances back up, her gaze dark with desire.
She assumes a serious expression, arches her eyebrows at him.
"Are you ready for the next part?" she says.
"Yes," Megamind says, fingers twitching with the repressed desire to reach for her.
His tentacles, which had calmed slightly while the two of them were talking, are beginning to move restlessly again.
"Are you sure?" Roxanne says, voice still serious. "Do you want more?"
"Yes," he says. "Yes, please."
Roxanne smiles at him, slow and warm and filled with so much affection and approval that desire goes down his spine like lightning.
"You have been very good for me so far, haven't you," she says. "I'm very impressed."
Megamind gulps. Roxanne's smile widens.
"Do you want to show me how good you can be, baby?" she asks. "Do you want to be good?"
Megamind nods wordlessly.
"Come here, then," Roxanne says.
...to be continued.
The Nine Days of Megamind continue! Today is day two; I will be posting something new every day through the 25th! The conclusion to this story will be posted tomorrow.
I hope you all enjoyed the first chapter!
