There has been a time she liked working for him. He was the devil to the world, but to her he was the king. That night, when her heels clacked on the paveway, she didn't like it at all. He had ordered her to meet him at the deserted Battersea Power Station. Why? She didn't know. The only thing he told her was to bring her handcuffs. Of course he would have been able to get a pair of his own, but using hers had a certain charm. Was it sentiment?
She knew it wasn't going to be nice or fun, but the idea of him kept her in its grasp. She was infatuated with this creature, this Spider. The way he worked, the way he spoke, the way he talked. Nothing made him suspicious, and that made him suspicious. There was no sign of his criminal activities in his behaviour or looks, even if you knew it, you could barely see it in his finesse. His dark mind was empowering, but also draining. Irene Adler, world class dominatrix, was caught in his net. She knew it all too well, but couldn't escape, her hands were tied.
Later that night she was caught in her own handcuffs, chained to some old mechanism. "You will have to submit to me, darling. I need to know I can trust you. And if you try to dominate me in my game, I will have to get rid of you. I need your full submission to mé. NOW." He started talking so controlled, with such an eloquence everybody would have known who was in charge. He was the king to her, the king of her darkness. She was so used to darkness, you could almost say it was her lover, she lived in the shadows and loved every second of it.
She opened her mouth to speak, but her lips were caught with his teeth. He kissed her once, and pulled away. "Don't you talk. It is my turn now. The key to submission, my little dominatrix, is giving yourself to me. Don't even dare to interrupt." His lips were on hers again, this time even rougher. As he felt the blood rush to her cheeks he sniggered. "That's the spirit, darling." Irene realized this wasn't even too bad, she might even give in. If there was anyone that could make her submit, it would be him. The moment that thought crossed her mind he released one hand from the handcuff, only to grab her roughly, turn her around and handcuff her again. She could hear him laugh while she faced the wall. This position certainly undermined her self-confidence, unable to anticipate his next move. Besides being blinded by the wall, she could feel his eyes roaming her body, soon to be followed by his hands on her waist. "Oh my dear Adler, you made it so eaaaaasy for me. Strapless with a zipper, it was as if you expected me to undress you. Do you want me to see you exposed? Do you want to feel the heat, the roaming hands, the rush?" Silence. The lack of an answer made Moriarty growl and slap her across her buttocks, finally eliciting a sound. He grabbed her hair and pulled her closer slowly. "When I ask you something, you answer. You know the game, for gods sake, play along." Still not used to the switch of roles she whispered hesitantly "Yes, Moriarty."
The game was on.
Been a while since I uploaded something, again it is quite a dark oneshot of my favourite pairing but I nevertheless hope you like it! Please leave me feedback, I'm curious!
