It's Your Turn Now

Warning: smut

'His teeth were always her favorite part when it came to kissing. The way he used them to nibble on her bottom lip, tugging and pulling at the flesh until she couldn't handle it anymore, drove her wild. Her skin was heated and her core clenched; she had to constantly rub her thighs together to satisfy it even a little bit. She wiggled her body slightly under the pressure of his abdomen, trying to find a more comfortable spot as she threaded her fingers through his hair. His white locks were thick and fluffy, allowing her fingers to run through them smoothly. Soul contently hummed into her mouth as she dug her nails into his scalp, and his hand gripped her rear making her moan in pleasure.

All of her senses were going wild; she felt every single move he made no matter how small it was. His erection pressed against her when he hips slightly bucked downward, and the heat in her abdomen ignited, touching every last bit of her. They were only in their boxers and panties, and she was getting desperate. She wasn't entirely sure how much longer she could go on with the teasing and nipping, and she felt like she would combust any minute. She wanted him — all of him. She wanted to feel him moving inside her, his hot seed filling every last bit of her.

He broke away from her, and she was going to berate him for it but his hands were sliding up her sides. They were highly distracting as they grazed over her skin, his thumbs making sure to pay special attention to the underside of her breast. However, much to her dismay, he didn't spend long on her chest. He gently wrapped his hands around her arms, moving them upward until they were grasping her wrists. He then positioned them above her head so that they were practically hugging one of the bars. The smirk he gave her should have left her questioning his motives, but her brain was too sex crazed to think beyond the surface.

It took her several seconds to realize that he was only gripping her wrists with one hand while the other searched through her nightstand. Maka side eyed his actions before throwing him a quizzical look. His smirk only grew wider and more devilish; her stomach churned in both excitement and worry. She should have been familiar with his actions by now, but she wasn't. Her butler liked to keep his emotions under wraps unless she just happened to pull his dick out of his pants and tease his head with the small flick of her tongue. That was the only time he let his guard down, among other times.

"Soul, what are you looking for here?" she asked after a minute or two.

His low chuckles grated across her skin, and she knew whatever he had planned meant trouble. "Patience,mistress. Just bringing out an old friend."

The old, desired nickname left chills on her skin, and her heart yearned for what was to come. He only used that term when she was either giving him orders to do things around the house or when she was telling him what to do in a more sexual setting like their current predicament. Her eyes trained on his, mesmerized by the deep crimson staring back at her, and she heard the faint sound of metal hitting metal. The desire to turn her head to see the object was strong, but she found it difficult to do so. She saw the lust reflected in his gaze, and she wanted nothing but to drown in it. Her heart was pounding so fast she was sure he could hear it.

There was a tiny click from above her head, and she knew exactly what he had pulled from out of the drawer. The trance broke, and her eyes darted to the headboard to see handcuffs cuffed to her wrists and the silver chain hugging one of the posts.

"Bastard," she growled as she turned her attention back to her conniving butler. "Take them off!"

"Aww my poor mistress doesn't like when her butler reverses the roles?" Maka tried to give him her most menacing glare, but felt that her current position, it had no effect on Soul. Chuckling again, he leaned down until his lips were inches from her ear. "Good." His breath tickled the small hairs as he spoke which sent chills down her spine.

His breath was hot on her skin as he moved away from ear, warming her as he traveled from her neck down to her collarbone. The dominant side to her didn't want to admit it, but being handcuffed to her bed and leaving her body to her butler's demise was exhilarating. The anticipation crawled all over her skin as his lips made contact with flesh. His kisses felt like fire as he wandered from her collarbone to her breast, and she bit down on her lip to muffle a sigh as he palmed the other one. With all her might, she wasn't going to let on how great it felt; she was going to stifle every moan, sigh, and whimper if it was the last thing she did.

He was hot on her flesh as his tongue flicked over her nipple, licked a circle around the puckered flesh, and took her breast in his mouth. She found it difficult to hide her pleasure as he took her other nipple between two fingers to lightly tug on it before going back to palming her. Little moans escaped her, much to her dismay, and she rubbed her thighs together, feeling the slick wetness between them. She had to give him props; he knew how to pleasure her just as much as she did him.

Maka gasped at the sudden coolness that hit her flesh as his mouth and hand left her, and she glanced down to see him smirking up at her. The smug bastard was enjoying the fact that she was losing her control over her moans and whimpers. She wanted to very much kick him in the balls, but that would have been counterproductive. Instead, she mimicked his smirk.

"You're enjoying this, aren't you? Me being the one tied up rather than you. Really nice change of pace here. Maybe next time we can — oh my god!"

She threw her head back onto the pillow and let out the moan she had been suppressing the entire time. Soul had expertly pressed a finger against her moist underwear, hitting a particularly sensitive spot. Her eyelids fluttered as a wave of pleasure washed over her body; she didn't come, but she was pretty damn close to it. He pressed against her again, and a strangled cry escaped her throat. She felt his laughter rumble through her body, and a part of her hated it while another part enjoyed it.

"What's the matter? Something distracting you?"

"Fuck, I hate you," she cried. If it were any other person, she would have been embarrassed by how high pitched her voice, but it was Soul. It was the same man who made her heart beat wildly, and every single nerve in her body craved him. Whether it was her pleasuring him or him pleasuring her, she loved him with every fiber of her being, and didn't care if he saw her girly side.

"Hehe, that's not what you were saying earlier."

"Fuck what I said earlier," her voice rose on the last word as he pressed again,"and just fuck me already."

"You have a very dirty mouth."

"Sooooul! Please!"

Her voice was pleading as she looked down at him through her lashes, and he slyly flicked his tongue over his lips before sliding down her body. He peppered kisses along her flushed skin as he went causing her to squirm and moan. However, he didn't stop by her hips; he kept going, kissing up her thigh until he reached her knee. His fingers hooked beneath the waistband of underwear, and gently tugged the material away from flesh to expose her pink folds. Maka's stomach flipped with glee at the hungry look he gave her. She could only imagine how wet her entrance was from their earlier activities, only imagine how enticing she was for him.

After a few spellbinding seconds, she broke him away from the trance. "Soul?"

His eyes hungrily traced up her body, taking in every curve of her, and she imagined what she must look like to him. Her dominant side had long dissipated, and she was no longer embarrassed to be handcuffed to her bed. The image of her small body plastered against her bed with her hands compromised flashed in her mind, and she couldn't help but to be turned on. The small gleam in Soul's eye and the drool falling from his mouth told her enough to let her know it was true.

"Are you just gonna stare all day or are you gonna do something?"

The smirk fell back on his face, and Soul ran his hands up and down her thighs. "Anxious, aren't we?"

She glowered. "Just do something, wouldya?"

Soul bent down to kiss the inside of her knee, and trailed down her thigh, never breaking eye contact with her. When he arrived half way down, he left a wet, hot kiss on her skin, and moved away slightly. "As my mistress wishes."

Maka's anticipation rose until it bubbled up in her throat and threatened to escape, but she refused to let it out. She could control herself until he finally touched her, that she was sure of. He wanted her to complain; he wanted her to become impatient and yell at him to touch her already. It's the same game she had played with him numerous times before so she can spot it a mile away, and she won't be tricked by him.

Without warning, his face finds planted itself between her legs, and she felt his tongue lick up her wet slit. Her legs quivered and a small moan escaped her lips. It was unbelievable how one small move could make her entire body shake. He licked once more, and she had the urge to wrap her arm around her face but she couldn't. She had forgotten her hands were cuffed to the bed and she silently cursed the metal contraption. Maka mewled as Soul carefully stroked her folds, teasing the hair around her core while his other hand moved up her body to massage a breast. Her breath was coming out as pants and he hadn't even done anything yet except tease her. Her hands moved on their own accord to run through his hair, but were stopped short by the cuffs.

Now she knew how he felt when she put him in the same position.

She felt his hand getting closer and closer to her opening as he continued to tease her, and she wanted to say something but before she could, he slipped a calloused finger inside her. A small gasp escaped at the new sensation. His finger slid in and out of her while his mouth covered her clit with his mouth and flicked and licked it. She was being taken care of all over, and her nerves were on the edge as she reveled in all of it. The noises coming out of her mouth couldn't have been normal — they were far too high pitched and raspy to even be hers — but they were.

In no time, he slipped another finger in her, and started thrusting in and out even more. His tongue never stopped as it pleasured her clit, making sure to keep in track with the speed of his fingers. It was complete torture that she couldn't grasp him or hold on to anything as she felt herself getting closer to the edge. Her back arched as his fingers pinched her nipple and a small cry left her; the fire in her abdomen was burning brighter as the seconds passed by, the stimulation all over her body pushing her closer to her release. All she needed was one more thrust, one more flick of the tongue, and her body shook all over.

His name felt right as it left her lips, her cry feeling the room and possibly the empty house. If she weren't cuffed to the bed, she probably would have flown away to cloud nine as her orgasm hit her wave after wave. Soul refused to stop in his actions; his fingers and tongue continued to play her like a piano, like an old song he knew so well. He didn't stop until her body relaxed and her head hit the pillow. Her legs were spent and every muscle in her body was crying out, but the worst were her wrists. She didn't have to look at them to know that the small inch of skin there was red; the cool metal had continuously constricted her as she moved uncontrollably from her orgasm.

Catching her breath, she closed her eyes, and tried to feel Soul as he crawled back up to her, hovering over her as she came down from her high. She wasn't entirely sure if she wanted to look him the eyes or not; she didn't know if she wanted to see the lust and excitement emitting from them. However, her eyes fluttered open of their own accord, and sure enough she saw their actions reflecting in crimson. She saw herself as he saw her; strapped to a bed unable to do anything as he ravaged her body to his own content, and her heart and mind leaped at the very thought.

It wasn't over, not even in the slightest.

"Did you have fun?" he asked, that same smirk creeping on his face.

She didn't trust her voice, but she spoke anyway. "Yeah. Now take the cuffs off. They hurt."

"As you wish."

He leaned toward the nightstand again and found the key to the cuffs sitting in her small jewelry cup. Undoing the cuffs a few seconds later, Maka rubbed the sore and red skin to make them feel better before turning her attention back to Soul.

"So what do you wanna do now?" he asked.

Maka smirked. She knew perfectly well what she wanted to do now.

Releasing her wrists, she pushed Soul down on the bed, and straddled him. A devilish smirk was plastered on her face as she leaned toward his ear.

"I think it's your turn this time."