Title: Rules (3/9)
Words: 3 / 3122
Rating: PG-17
Pairings: Sherlock/John
Warnings: Graphic sex, dom/sub, obedience, subjection, hurt, punishment, angst
Disclaimer: Unfortunately not mine.
A/N: This chapter is updated, a thousand thanks to my beta HayleyStarr for the kindness and support. All mistakes are mine.
Chapter 3
Half an hour passed, one hour; Sherlock kneeled motionless, his arms gradually becoming heavy, the unusual posture exhausting him. John saw sweat trickling along Sherlock's temple, then down his neck until it was absorbed by the leather collar, with more sweat running along his spine.
That's what John has been waiting for. He took off his shoes and socks, then his pants, unbuttoned his shirt but leaves it hanging loose. He slowly begins to caress himself, covers his dick with one hand and massages it with long, smooth movements. The other hand fondling his balls.
"Look at me!"
Sherlock raised his head, eyes dark with desire.
John got up and walked over to him; his thumb caressed Sherlock's lower lip then pressed into his mouth.
"Suck!"
Sherlock closed his lips around John's finger, sucking eagerly and working it with his talented tongue. Oh, he's so good, so incredibly good. John pulled his thumb back and put a hand on the back of his neck. He kissed him long and passionately, and then he straightened up again, so that Sherlock had his mouth right on John's cock. He kept him steady with the hand on his head and one on his shoulder, stabilizing him so he won't lose his balance with his hands tied up behind his back.
Sherlock took him into his mouth, his entire length, moving his head back and forth, working with his tongue and lips. He started sucking very gently, and then got harder. He ran his tongue along the shaft to the head, taking it gently between his teeth and sucking again. John gasped and moaned, he tried not to push forward too much, but Sherlock moved his head in sync with him, taking him in completely. John came vigorously with a suppressed cry and Sherlock swallowed every drop eagerly. He continued to suck until John finally stepped back.
He breathed heavily and his legs trembled as he kneeled down behind Sherlock to free his hands. Having removed the cuffs and put them aside, he kissed Sherlock's neck, fixing the thin metal chain to the front of the collar. He stroked his shoulders, his shoulder blades, and followed his fingers with his mouth, kissing and licking his way along his spine, while Sherlock shook in desire he desperately attempted not to moan aloud so he bit his fist. John embraced him from behind, nipping at his ear.
"You're beautiful and you take my breath away", he whispered." Go lay down on the bed, on your back."
Once he had lain down in the middle of the bed, John took his hands and tied them to the headboard with a new set of leather cuffs that Sherlock hadn't noticed before. When he'd done Sherlock's arms were spread wide. John took his right foot and kissed his toes. Then he tied Sherlock's ankle, also using leather cuffs, to the bottom of the bed. He did the same with his left foot, and when he was finished Sherlock was tied up with outstretched arms and legs to the bed. Then the chain for the collar was also fixed to the bed so that he couldn't move in any way.
"I'm going to kiss every inch of your adorable body", said John to him. "You are not allowed to talk, but I want to hear you still, moan loud, understood?" Sherlock looked at him with dark eyes and opened his mouth; he nodded, trembling with arousal. "Yes Sir."
John began with Sherlock's forehead, stroking his hair to the side, kissing his temple, then the sensitive spot behind Sherlock's ear, nibbling, licking and sucking his neck, his jaw, along his neck he stayed at one of his favourite places, Sherlock's collarbone, and left a ravishing love bite while Sherlock moaned loudly and arched toward him, as far as he can.
The doctor made good progress down Sherlock's body, licking over the right nipple, gently sucking it, blowing at it, as Sherlock wriggled panting beneath him. He moved his tongue further, circling his navel, slipped deeper and deeper, licking and kissing along the ledge, then he nibbled on Sherlock's thigh. Only Sherlock's cock and balls have been left untouched. When he arrived at his toes Sherlock was squirming and moaning helplessly in his bonds.
He was now so hard that it hurt. John saw Sherlock's cock twitching, he was so ready. John moved his mouth upwards, avoiding his cock again, and eventually he took Sherlock's left nipple between his teeth. He bites firmly, not so hard that it's bleeding, but so that it will leave a mark. He also rubbed the other nipple with his fingers.
Sherlock cried out, his whole body tightened and in an erratic movement he arched his back and his hips as he came hard and completely untouched. He trembled uncontrollably while John loosened the bonds, cleaned him up and took him in his arms until he had calmed down.
"You can talk now", he muttered. "How did you like that?"
Another shiver ran through Sherlock's body.
"That was incredible. You are amazing!" He leaned his head back a little so that he could watch John. "I've never experienced anything like that."
"That was the whole point." John smiled and kissed him.
The slow and relaxed kiss started to become quicker and more passionate as they used their tongues and teeth.
"I see you still have energy for another round", eventually John gasped, nailing Sherlock down to the mattress with both hands and his whole body.
"I'm all yours. Use me as you please," Sherlock had to gasp for air, but his eyes were again (or still? John makes a mental note to pay more attention), dark with desire, with huge pupils.
"That's good. Sit up and hold your arms straight out in front of you."
Somehow John had managed to leave the wrist cuffs nearby and unnoticed so that he could easily get them now. With a few quick movements he tied Sherlock's hands, this time in front of his torso. He took the chain which was still dangling by his collar, and fixed the end to the handcuffs. He pulled his hands higher and higher, so that in the end the chain was only about 20 cm away from his face.
"Turn around, get on your knees and forearms."
Because of the chain he was forced to hold his head very low, which was not really comfortable. But this position not only looked absolutely awesome. John knew that Sherlock would enjoy the following fuck much more because of the optimal angle. He put some lube on his hand and rubbed his palms together to warm it, then he placed one hand on Sherlock's cock and glided forward with his fingers from the other hand to his narrow opening, penetrating with the first finger to prepare and relax him.
By the time he pushed the third finger in, Sherlock had become a begging, quivering mass, no longer able to control his speech. That's how John liked him best, reduced to the pure desire and pleasure, without the control of that brilliant brain of his.
He kneeled behind him and pushed into him slowly, waiting for a moment, so that Sherlock could get used to the sensation. However, Sherlock wasn't patient and whined loudly, trying to push his ass backwards. But he didn't succeed because John held him in an iron grip.
"Please please please please please please. Jooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhnnnnnn ." That's all he managed, but it was enough to make John recognise his wish. In response he got two quick strikes on his backside.
"I do not remember allowing you to talk ", John snapped at him coldly.
Sherlock froze, oh shit.
"I wonder if I should allow you to come at all."
Sherlock did not dare to move, not even breathe.
At last John redeemed him, he fucked him hard and fast, met his prostate with each thrust, while Sherlock tried to suppress incoherent sounds. Then John grabed Sherlock's cock and moved his hand in rhythm with his hips.
"Now you are allowed to talk."
No longer able to do so, he created an incoherent string of: "Yes ... Yes ... Yes ... Yes..., Ssssssssiiiiiirrrrrrr.. ."
John growled, "You're mine, only mine. Never forget that. Come, now, come for me, now!"
As if he had been waiting for this signal his whole body tensed before exploding in a huge orgasm. Sherlock's head was blank except for one word: "John! John! John! John! John!" He didn't even notice that he was screaming aloud. John followed him only seconds later.
He pushed a few more times before he collapsed exhausted on Sherlock's back. Sherlock tried to turn on his side under him without any success because of his cuffed hands.
"John, can you please … "
"Oh, sure."
John slipped off of him, so that they lay side by side. Then he turned Sherlock and put their foreheads together. Sherlock's hands were still tied up, his eyes closed and he tried to calm his breathing. John brushed the hair off his face; he ran his fingers through his curls and over his cheeks. As he stroked over his lips, Sherlock's eyes snapped open. His lips opened slightly and reached for John's fingers, kissing them tenderly.
"Are you alright?" John asked him.
"I'm well," replied the warm baritone.
John kissed him tenderly and then loosened the cuffs and the collar. After they were both cleaned with a soft towel he took Sherlock in his arms and they snuggled into the pillows.
John's thoughts slowly drifted away and he was almost asleep when Sherlock suddenly whispered, "You've never... tied me up before... with my arms and legs ... at the same time ... "
"You said you like it", John replied hesitantly.
"Yes, yes," Sherlock responded hastily, "I liked it, very much."
He was glad John couldn't see how his face was reddening in the now dark room. However, he forgot that his face was on John's chest and he therefore felt exactly how hot his cheeks were. John was always amazed that Sherlock's observations seemed to have a blind spot, at least when it came to emotions and their relationship.
He smiled and kissed Sherlock's head. "And? What about then?"
"I don't know exactly, but ... the feeling of being completely at your mercy ..." he hesitated, searching for the right words.
John held his breath. Did he go too far? Handcuffs and shackles they'd used before, but he'd never strapped him to the bed and certainly not by his hands and feet simultaneously. And the collar was a new addition too. Was it too much?
"... it was so exciting," continued Sherlock, "Just the thought of how helpless I was, that you could do anything to me, whatever you wanted ..." A shiver ran through his body and he snuggled even closer to John, if that was even possible. "Oh God, I think I'm hard again," he added, rubbing his hips on Johns lap and kissing his chest.
John embraced Sherlock, he was relieved. "You're insatiable today," he smiled amazed.
The endurance training seemed to have worked gradually. Sherlock fumbled in John's chest hair, kissed his collarbones, then he drew up on his elbow and his lips moved up John's neck and chin, until he had reached his lips. Then he kissed his mouth, licking the tip of his tongue along John's bottom lip, until he opened his mouth to welcome him. A deep, slow kiss followed, which became more pressing from Sherlock's side. John pushed him back gently.
"What do you want?" He asked with narrowed eyes. Sherlock looked down; the tips of his ears turned red.
"I want you to ride me", his throat was rough. "Tie me up and ride me. Please!" He didn't dare to look at John.
This was apparently the day for new things, because never before had he dared to express his wishes this way. Nothing happened, for several minutes there was absolute silence and his nerves were strained to the point of tearing. He wondered feverishly whether he may have forgotten a point in their agreement. Was he allowed to utter such a request at all? He had become so nervous that he could hardly think; he started to sweat. Then he felt a hand on his chin, John lifted his head, until he had to look at him.
"So you want to be ridden. I'm sure you know that is not so simple."
A statement, not a question. So there was a point to the contract, but which one? He just couldn't think properly, it was all blank. He tried to find something in his mind palace where he had saved all points of their agreement he was sure. But he couldn't even find the entrance, let alone a memory. Anything! Nothing! Only a white void. He stared into John's eyes like a rabbit staring at the snake, he was completely hypnotized. Eventually John redeemed him and broke the silence.
"You know, if you have a request, I get a free wish."
His voice was deep now, lurking, like a cat just before a fatal attack. Sherlock trembled but kept his gaze and managed to nod.
Johns fatigue had disappeared, Sherlock really surprises him sometimes. He has not dared to hope that Sherlock would like the fixation so much, but of course he was delighted, he had worked up to that for some time.
So this was an opportunity to try out the nipple clamps. The thought occurred to him after Sherlock's intense reaction to the biting. With a swift movement he turned Sherlock so that he lay flat on his back now. John straddled over him, pinning his hands over his head to the mattress.
"All right," he started lasciviously, "I'm going to tie your hands to the headboard now ", his hands sliding from Sherlock's wrists to his chest, "then I'm going to tie your feet to the bottom of the bed", his hands moved to his navel and again up to Sherlock's nipples, " then I'm going to fasten clamps to your nipples, only one on each side at first, maybe two or three later." With each number he gently pinched each nipple and Sherlock flinched every time.
Absolutely adorable, John realised. He licked his nipples and enjoyed the spectacle that was offered to him. Sherlock was already hard again and bit his lower lip to stop himself moaning to loudly. John grinned.
"You don't have to be quiet this time, if it's too difficult."
After John had tied his hands and feet back to the bed, he asked Sherlock again, "Are you sure that you agree with this?"
"Yes, sir, quite sure," he answered in a hoarse gasp.
"OK, what's your safe word?"
Sherlock looked a bit confused. Why was he asking that now?
"Sherlock, your safe word!" John asked sternly.
"Blanket", he replied obediently.
"Good. I just want to make sure you haven't forgotten, are we clear?" Again the strict, cool voice of John.
Sherlock nodded, "Yes, sir." Oh my God, what was he going to do to him?
John turned some music on, Rachmaninoff again, and Sherlock knew that this game would last longer.
The doctor has a peacock feather in his hand now and he strokes Sherlock's body with it. Starting at the tied wrists, down his arms, he pays attention not to tickle Sherlock that would be really counter productive. Along his long beautiful throat, deeper and deeper, missing his nipples as well as his genitals he takes a lot of time. Sherlock is still rock hard and shrugs his hips.
John turned to his chest now, licking his nipples gently at first, then blowing at them and sucking firmly after a while, he nibbled a bit and finally he pinched them with his thumb and index finger. Sherlock groaned and winced slightly. Out of nowhere John suddenly had the clamps in his hand, and just as suddenly he fixed one on each nipple and Sherlock yelped startled.
The pain was not entirely unexpected but new, and for a moment it seemed to be terribly, but John continued the caresses, kissed his stomach, his hands were on Sherlock's cock now, which was also startled and needed a little encouragement. And after a while the pain was still there, but it was bearable now, and began to intensify the other sensations.
John had warmed some lube between his palms and now one hand moved to Sherlock's balls and further to his narrow, hot hole. He let a finger slide inside him, then two, and Sherlock squirmed in rhythm, enjoying the intensity of the emotions, the lust, the pain. After a few minutes John replaced his fingers with a butt plug, which he inserted slowly, until it was tight and deep inside Sherlock. Sherlock blurted out a loud, throaty moan, twitched his hips and John decided he wouldn't let him wait any longer.
Having inserted the anal plug to Sherlock, he had prepared himself, so that he now straddled Sherlock with a flowing movement and absorbed his cock. For a moment he didn't move so he could get used to the feeling. Then he pulled his hips up in slow circular movements, getting faster, raising and lowering his hips in a steady rhythm.
Sherlock moaned and gasped John's name and John realised that he wouldn't last much longer. He took his own cock in his hand and massaged it in the same rhythm as he rode Sherlock. When he detected that Sherlock was close, he flicked at the clamps with the other hand and the additional pain stimulus sent Sherlock, shouting John's name, over the edge. At the same moment John was also at the edge. He groaned Sherlock's name, threw his head back and climaxed onto Sherlock's belly. He rode him until the last wave had rolled over both of them and then he collapsed onto Sherlock, rolling on his side. Thus, both side by side tried to catch their breath.
John took the clamps from Sherlock, removed the butt plug and loosened the fetters, then he cleaned them both with a soft cloth. He kissed his chest, his shoulders, his long throat and finally his face, his mouth.
"Are you alright?" he asked gently.
"Oh yeah, that was ... unexpected, but good," Sherlock responded after he had thought for a moment.
"That's good. Turn to your side," said John and kissed him again.
Sherlock obeyed and John, who was now behind him, took him tenderly in his arms and embraced him tightly, Sherlock cuddled up to his body, feeling safe and protected.
"Sleep now." John gently caressed his hair.
"Good night, John."
"Good night, Sherlock."
