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Snow thinks the best form of punishment is to tie Charming to their bed. Charming thinks his wife is far too skilled when it comes to his own personal torture.

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He should have seen this coming, Charming thinks, as he flexes his arms to test the binds around his wrists. He is lying on their bed after Snow had all but shoved him into the room with feverish kisses and passionate touches and Charming couldn't form a coherent thought as she stripped him down to his underwear and pushed him onto the bed so his back was flat against the mattress.

She was a siren, he was sure. Luring him in with her lips and her tongue and her touch so he forgot where he was and who he was. All he could think about was her. Snow, Snow, Snow...

That's how he found himself with his head propped up against the pillows of their bed with his arms stretched out over his head. She had tied him to the bedposts, the little minx. Charming tugs again at the silk material that he is pretty sure was once a part of one of her dresses. His tugs do nothing to free his hands and he knows she has planned this from the beginning.

His eyes meet hers, which are filled with amusement, from across the room. She had danced away from him and the bed as soon as the ties were in place and Charming knew this was his punishment. She promised he'd regret his teasing earlier that day, so really, he shouldn't be surprised that she has chosen to enact her revenge in such a way.

His wife, the bandit.

Still, he is half hard in his underwear and Snow has left him completely at her mercy and Charming shudders at the very idea because his wife is nothing short of a vixen in his eyes and he knows this will be torture.

He can see it from the gleam in her eyes as she reaches behind her and starts undoing the laces at the back of the dress. It loosens and starts to slip teasingly from her shoulders. Charming raises his head off the pillows, eyes locked on the new patch of skin he can see but can't touch.

"Snow..." He says hoarsely and he wonders whether she can hear the lust in his voice.

She smirks as the tops of her breasts are revealed to him and he gulps, "Oh no, you had to go and tease me in the middle of a council meeting. An important council meeting at that. I'm pretty sure Red knew exactly where your hand was." She says as her hands reach the bottom of the laces, "So now you can know how it feels to not be able to touch." The dress drops from her frame and hits the floor, pooling at her feet.

Charming can't take his eyes off her and he knows he probably deserves this but then she removes the slip as well, lifting it over her head so her breasts are bare to him. He can feel his cock hardening from the sight of her and his wrists tug against the bindings uselessly.

Her underwear soon follows and she stands naked before him as she meets his gaze with lidded eyes and her bottom lip between her teeth.

"Snow, please..." Charming sighs, head lifting up further, "Untie me."

She smiles, "Nope, that's not how this works." She tells him as she takes a few steps towards the bed and him and Charming watches her with a hungry expression.

"At least come closer, you're driving me mad." He groans and his head flops back against the pillows in defeat.

She does come closer, her fingers trailing along his thigh, "Don't worry, Charming, I haven't even started yet."

He doesn't want to think about what she has in store because he knows it will make him suffer at not being able to touch her. He loves touching her and she knows it. Knows how he likes to take his time to trace her skin with his hands and map a path with his tongue. He can't stop touching her. It's like he craves it.

She is going to be the death of him, he thinks.

Snow climbs onto the bed, hand still on his thigh and Charming finds he can't breathe in awe of what she is going to do next. He focuses in on everything because he can't touch her himself. Her hand is warm against his thigh and her curls are tumbling down her back. She is strong and lean and beautiful and he can see more bandit in her eyes than princess.

She settles in between his legs with a smile and her hands hit his chest. They start at his stomach and move upwards, pressing against the muscles he is straining in an effort to keep his cool at what is going to happen. Her fingers curl up to his shoulders before gliding back down, using her nails this time. Charming hisses as they run over his nipples lightly and continue their path before stopping at the waistband of his underwear.

"What to do first?" She teases, fingers delving into the edges of his underwear.

Charming gulps, "Snow..."

She smirks and her hands leave the edges of his underwear. One going up to smooth over his chest and the other going to rest over his cock, rubbing teasingly. Charming groans because he is already painfully hard and he hadn't been expecting that move on her part.

Snow rubs him through the material and he can feel the warmth of her hand through the cloth but the barrier isn't helping and he rocks his hips up on instinct. She smiles, all teeth, before dipping her head down, lips finding the skin of his stomach.

His eyes slide shut as her soft lips pepper kisses across his stomach, occasionally flicking her tongue out to taste him while her hand teases him. He wants to beg, to plead but he can't form a sentence so he tugs at the restraints again with no avail.

Snow nips at his hip for that and stops her administrations, "You taste amazing." She tells him and Charming feels his eyes roll at the statement. She truly is trying to kill him. Still, he thinks, what a way to go.

"Gods, Snow." He swears softly, "I need to touch you, kiss you. I need to do something."

Her mouth starts to trail up his chest, lower lip running across his skin and Charming feels like she is creating a path of fire from the press of her lips and the moisture that clings to his sweaty skin. Her hair tickles him as she smooths her tongue over his right nipple and then across to his heart. Snow pauses with her lips pressed to it and Charming wonders if she can feel it beating wildly for her under her mouth.

"Snow." It comes out as a hiss between his teeth as he sets his jaw and tries not to think about her mouth on his skin and her breasts brushing against him.

Her lips reach his collarbone before she replies, "What do you want, Charming?" She asks as she places a small kiss to the scar on his chin. The first piece of evidence that bound him to her for the rest of their lives.

He shivers at the lust in her tone, "To taste you." He tells her because he knows she won't untie him and she is so close he can practically smell her arousal for him and he needs to feel her at the very least.

She smiles and complies, pressing her lips over his sweetly. Charming is having none of that though and wants to make this count. He moves his lips over hers deliciously, tongue slipping into her mouth to tangle with hers. He kisses her with everything he has, making her feel everything he is pouring into it. She places her hands on his chest and he knows she is going to pull away soon because they both need to breathe.

Charming thinks loss of oxygen is a worthwhile side effect to keep kissing her and sucks her lower lip into his mouth. Snow moans as she pulls back and he captures her lip between his teeth, moving with her as much as the restraints allow him in order to keep them connected for as long as possible.

Snow pushes her hand firmly against his chest and he releases her, head hitting the pillows again. They are both breathing hard and Charming wants to bury himself inside her from that look she is giving him alone.

She sucks at his jaw, moving softly to his neck and Charming groans at her kisses. His hands clench into fists, nails biting his palms as snow moves to straddle him, her core pressing against his cloth-clad cock. She is wet, he can feel it through the thin material of his underwear and he rocks his hips up against her.

Snow gasps, not expecting the move and he smiles in triumph. She is biting at his neck, teeth scraping along his day old stubble and Charming goes to touch her before remembering the bindings. He growls low in his throat because he wants to hold her hips, wants to press against her, wants to kiss her like she is kissing him. He simply wants her and he can't have her and this might be crueller than any game a siren could invent because he can feel her. How wet she is, how ragged her breathing has become.

Gods, he wants her.

If his hands weren't tied he would be inside her by now, or at least his fingers would be.

"What would you do to me?" Snow whispers against his throat and he doesn't even try to hide the gulp, "If you could."

"Untie me and I'd be happy to show you." He bites back.

She chuckles and leans back, sitting on her folded legs, "No, you watch."

"Snow." It's almost pleading and he doesn't care.

"What would you do to me, Charming?" She asks again, legs on either side of his hips with her core hoovering over his crotch.

He gulps, "Touch you."

"Where?" Oh, this vixen knows how to kill him slowly.

"Where you want me to touch you." He tells her.

Snow's hand moves from his body to her own, fingers trailing from her collarbone down the valley of her breasts to her stomach. She stops inches away from her core and eyes him wickedly, "Here." She decides.

Charming can barely nod, "There." He is straining against his underwear and he wonders whether he can come without her even touching him because this is beyond painful.

He watches as Snow touches herself curiously, two fingers rubbing her slick folds as she gasps at the sensation. He groans because he never realised how sexy this was, Snow touching herself the way he would touch her.

She continues her motions but her eyes are on him, she doesn't speak but her green orbs challenge him and he understands perfectly.

"Softly." He tells her and watches as she changes the pressure of her fingers, "Feel it, the pleasure pulling at you. Your body is humming, I know because I've felt it. Then that's when I'd push them inside you, pumping my fingers in and out as your walls shiver around my hand."

He is panting and he can't take his eyes off her fingers, moving to her core and dipping inside. Her lips part as she does it, a silent moan escaping her and then she starting pumping them, imagining they were his fingers, and he can see them wet with her arousal.

"Faster." He tells her, his fingers twitching because they want to be where hers are. He wants to slide them into her warmth and feel her quivering around him. She does as he commands and he can see her eyes darken as she pleasures her.

It should be him. He wants it to be him.

Yet there is something captivating about seeing her this way, about how confortable she is with this side of their relationship that she is giving him a front row seat.

The silk doesn't hurt his wrists and he is wondering whether he can pull hard enough to rip the material but he can't take his eyes off her to do it.

So he watches. The way her fingers work her and her knuckles brush against his cock everytime they pull out of her core. The way her eyes glaze over as she builds up her own pleasure. The way her breathing becomes short and rapid pants and her breasts bounce as she pushes her hips against her hand.

His mouth is dry and he can tell by the sounds she is making that she is close. He doesn't want it like this, he wants to worship her, he needs to touch her and feel her and when she cums he wants her pressed against him so he can feel it take over her entire body.

"Snow, I need to feel you." He begs because begging is what it has come to, "Please, let me feel you."

Her hand stills inside her and she smiles, she removes her fingers and settles herself fully on top of him, damp core against his aching cock, "Don't worry, Charming. I don't want to cum without you."

"So you'll untie me?" He hopes.

She rocks her hips against his and he growls, "Soon." It's a promise but he'll take it.

Snow leans down, breasts brushing his chest until their mouths are inches apart, "First, I want you to cum with me."

He wants to speak, he tries in fact but then Snow is grinding her hips against his and he suddenly forgets how to breath let alone form a sentence.

This is the most stimulation he has had since being tied up and Charming feels like he might explode if she keeps it up.

Snow is unrelenting in her torture and rocks her hips against his in a similar rhythm to her hands before and Charming can feel the pricks of electricity pulsing through him with each grind. He lifts his hips to meet hers, the friction they create as she ruts against him is enough to make him see stars.

"Snow..." He isn't sure if it's a pray or a plead but she goes faster, blindly searching for something to release the pleasure inside her as she rocks against him and he can feel the wetness from her core soaking a damp patch in his underwear. He groans at the thought.

She is wild and beautiful like this, he thinks, hair tumbling around her as she bobs against him trying to reach oblivion.

Her breath is catching in her throat, frantic little panic escaping her mouth as she finds his lips and he flicks his tongue against hers. His arms are straining with the effort to be free and Snow's movements are becoming frantic as she reaches her peak.

She comes suddenly, he can feel her release through his underwear as she cries his name into his ear but she still rocks against him, the aftershocks of her orgasm pulsating through her.

What he doesn't expect is that he comes as well, his seed spilling into his underwear and he isn't sure whether it was from her movements, the smell of her sweet arousal, the way she looks or a combination that caused his orgasm and he can't find it in him to care. He lets it take over this body, eyes closing as a groan lets his lips.

It's only when he feels tugging at his wrists and the silk falling from them that he opens his eyes again. Snow has undone the first wrist and is working on the second and Charming almost dares not touch her incase she disappears. She throws the second piece of silk away and places a kiss to his wrist before tugging his damp and ruined underwear away from his hips. He lets her slide them down his legs and off the bed before he sits up slowly.

Neither has spoken yet and he can see her assessing the situation in her mind. He doesn't want her thinking, not yet.

He is half-hard as he all but pulled her to him, legs straddling him as he settles her in his lap. She barely has the time to catch a breath before Charming's lips are on hers and one hand is cupping her cheek.

"I need to have you." He tells her bluntly as they pull away.

Snow's chest is heaving, "Yes."

He sucks at her neck with his tongue and teeth, hoping to leave his mark there as his hands move to her waist. He can feel Snow arch against him as one hand slides into his hair and the other moves to his back.

It takes five words to get him hard again, "I need you inside me."

And that's when he knows he is done for.

It's rough and passionate and they don't talk so much as grunt and gasp but it's everything they both need right now. He thrusts into her sharply, only feeling complete when he feels her wetness around him and her walls quivering in arousal.

He isn't sure who leads this one, whether it's Snow with her rocking hips and the way she uses her knees to take him deeper or whether it's him as he uses his strength to guide her movements and lift her onto and off his cock in a frantic pace that makes their hurried breathing the only sound in the room.

He pumps into her long and hard, needing to feel the way she contracts her muscles around him and how she is his as he is hers.

"Charming!" That gasp from her lips to his ear is enough to start the fire in his stomach that travels to his cock and he knows when she comes for a second time he will be right there with her.

He wants to tell her he loves her but the words escape him so he makes sure to show her instead. His lips worship every inch they can reach, her neck, her shoulder, her own lips especially. He kisses her until her lips are swollen and a darker red than before, his tongue tangles with her until he can't remember who tastes like what.

Snow clutches him tightly, nails digging into his skin as his thrusts pick up their pace and he knows it won't take long for her to come after their first round.

And come she does. With his lip between her teeth and her legs shaking with the effort to match his pace. Her walls clench around him tightly as the waves of pleasure hit her and he manages a few more thrusts into her heat before he is spilling into her as well.

He holds her close for a moment, savouring the feeling for her pressing against him so snugly despite the sweat clinging to them and the racing hearts pounding in their ears before eventually he slumps back against the pillows, taking her with him.

Charming slips out of her naturally as they change position and Snow sighs, stretching her legs out like a cat. He tightens his arms around her, refusing to let her go for a second.

They will fall asleep like this, he knows, and he can't think of anything better than that.

"Charming?" Snow's voice is muffled by his skin but he hears her.

"Yes?"

"I love you." She tells him and he smiles breathlessly even though his heartbeat his starting to return to normal.

He kisses the side of her head and tucks her more firmly under his chin, "I love you too, bandit."

He feels the huffs of her laugh rather than hears them and knows that she'll stay there listening to his heart until she falls asleep.

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