A/N: I feel the need to reiterate the M rating for this one. 'Cause *clears throat* at some point during this, I'm convinced somebody else takes over and finishes this off. Well, they don't but… Well, I never thought I would be capable of such filth.
I shall never underestimate my filthy mind again, that's for sure.
This chapter is a somewhat continuation of last chapter. Basically they are home from the bar. 'Cuffs anyone?
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Now, we get seriously sappy towards the end. I can't help it. I had to bring it back to me somehow!!
Carmines go to Kerrie and Kellan for their encouragement and the general 'WE WANT SMUT' mantra. Thanks girls! I wubs ya both!
"Why is my hand not fuckin' working?" Danny grumbled as he thrust the key card into the door as Lindsay sucked lightly on his neck from her position in front of him, pinned against the door.
"'Cause your brain isn't working?" Lindsay whispered against his neck. "Some other place is collecting all the brainpower and currently going through a blood rush?"
"A'right smartass," Danny grumbled as he grabbed her hips and thrust her into their door. "You try opening it when you're about to…"
He trailed off as Lindsay took the card from his hand, slipped it into the slot until the light turned green. She opened the door, stepped into the doorjamb and smirked. "Explain to me what was so testing about that?"
Danny growled low in his throat as he stamped through the door, kicked it shut, grabbed her and then slammed her against the closed door. "You drive me wild." He whispered against her collarbone as he nipped at her tanned skin.
"You wouldn't have me any other way," she gasped as she pushed off of the door, making him stumble backwards. "Bed."
"No!" Danny protested. "Here."
"Bed." Lindsay repeated. "You. Now."
Danny broke away to smirk at her. "There somethin' you want, Monroe?"
"It's Messer, actually." She corrected as her hands slid down his side. She tugged on the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head before chucking the garment to the floor.
"Was the rendezvous outside the bar not enough?" Danny pressed as she went for his belt.
She shook her head as she licked her lips. "It made me want you more."
Now, if Danny hadn't been turned on before, that certainly would have done it. However…. He was turned on. Completely and utterly - making her words painful. Painful in the sense that he did not want to just throw her on the bed and fuck her senseless… But, if she carried on that way, it was the way that it was going to have to be.
"You can't go sayin' things like that," Danny admitted.
"And why not?" Lindsay pressed as she slowly unzipped his denim shorts. "Does it turn you on?"
"Whoa, easy there Montana. What you want me to do, come here? That'd be a bit of a let down."
"Would it though?" she smirked. "You've gotta admit, you coming before I've even done anything would boost my ego significantly."
He rolled his eyes but secretly loved the banter being tossed back and forth. "That right? I don't boost your ego enough?"
She shrugged.
Oh, Danny smirked inwardly. If you wanna play, Lindsay… Game on. "You don't know?" he pressed.
She licked her lips in response.
She's trying to kill me. He told himself. He bit his lip in consideration, contemplating his next move.
She's still fully dressed. He observed. Barely at that, but all in the same.
He moved towards her and grabbed the hem of her strappy top and pulled it over her head without a moment's warning. His hands then moved to the clip in her hair, and unfastened it, letting her curly hair tumble out of the hold it had been in.
He groaned as he looked at her toned and now, tanned body stood in front of him. Hands on her hips, full of attitude.
Attitude? Hell no, Lindsay… We're fucking that out of you.
Lindsay noticed the puzzled look on Danny's face and she smirked. "Danny it's a skirt. Do you need me to help you remove it?"
Danny wiggled his eyebrows at her teasing. Instead of responding, he grabbed her effectively lifting her into the air, and automatically she wrapped her legs around his waist. He moved them to the bed and dropped her sideways, so that her feet were dangling from the bed. He dropped to his knees as he ran a hand up her thigh.
Lindsay closed her eyes in anticipation, presuming she knew exactly what was going to happen - but it never did. She felt him play with the tiny elastic of her thong, and it was driving her crazy. Why didn't he just remove the damn thing?
"Danny, what are you…?"
He then slid his hand down her thigh with a cold and almost sharp object gliding down after his fingertips.
"Danny… I…"
He turned and slowly walked over to his discarded shorts and picked them up off of the floor. He quickly made his way back to the bed, and turned her so that she was laid properly on the bed. He removed his boxers before sitting on the bed and reaching for whatever he had just put in the pocket.
He placed a key on the bedside table, and Lindsay felt herself moisten at the mere idea of what was about to ensue.
He turned with a mysterious glint in his eyes, and straddled her on the bed as he leant down and pressed kisses to her neck.
"Danny… What are you…?"
She felt a hand take her wrist and she heard a familiar sound. She closed her eyes as a huge grin spread across her face as he handcuffed her other hand to the bedpost.
"You're going to hell." She informed him as she bucked up towards him. "Danny, uncuff me right now!"
He shook his head against her cheek as he placed kisses to the junction of her neck, as he moved to her shoulder. "Sorry Montana." He whispered against her skin. "You've got some serious attitude going on right now. I gotta show you who's boss."
"Get out of here!" She giggled. "I'm not kidding Danny, uncuff me."
He shook his head as he kissed the column of her neck, slowly moving down her body. "No can do." He lamely apologised. "It's gotta be done."
"Screw you." Lindsay spat as she bucked against him. "Let me go."
He shook his head as he sucked lightly at her still creamy breasts. "The more you protest and spur me on the longer I'm gonna keep you tied up and torture you. Make a decision, let me have my fun or let me torture you even more."
She let out a frustrated groan. "I just want you to fuck me."
"All in good time, baby girl." Danny teased as he slowly made his way down her stomach with his tongue, "I'll make sure you're well and truly fucked."
She bit her lip as his lips fell dangerously close to the waistband of her skirt. "Take it off." She begged.
Danny shook his head. "We're hitching it up. Seeing you do that outside the bar did serious things for me, Linds."
"Oh god." She whimpered. "Danny please…"
"What?" he asked smugly as he pressed a trail of kisses down her thigh and leg. "What's the matter? What do you want?"
"Please." She begged. "Anything just… Oh god. You're… Please?"
He bit his lip as he slowly pushed up onto the balls of his feet and slowly removed her shoes and tossed them over his head. "I don't understand what you're asking me to do."
She went to move her hands, but realised she was restrained. She let out a frustrated groan and bucked up towards him. "I hate you so much right now."
"Do you?" he pressed as he slowly traced his fingertips on her thigh. "In your alcohol fuelled state you hate me?"
"YES!" She cried. "I need you to fuck me and instead you're driving me insane."
"Maybe I don't want to fuck you." Danny reasoned. "Maybe that's not on the cards."
"Well we'll see about that." Lindsay grinned mischievously. "Seriously, Danny… Please. Just… I'm going to… I need to…"
"What baby? What do you need?"
"I need you to make me come." She begged. "It's too much… I… god Danny, please? Do something to me. Anything. I don't care. Just make me come."
He took a deep breath as his arousal painfully throbbed, begging him to just slide into her and fuck her senseless.
He licked his lips as he glanced at her thong, clearly showing evidence of her arousal. "You really want me?" he pressed, wanting her hear her beg.
"Yes!" She cried. "Please. Please Danny. Do whatever. Just do something. Anything. I need you."
I need you. Danny heard in his head. Over and over again.
"Boom." He smirked as he pushed up off the bed and padded away from her.
"Where the fuck do you think you're going?" she bellowed at him as he slipped on his shorts and pulled his shirt over his head. "DANNY!"
"I'll be two minutes."
"Get your ass back here and uncuff me, Danny." Lindsay glared at his back. "I mean it."
Danny smirked with the key card in one hand, the other on the door. "Really, Linds? What you gonna do?"
She glared furiously at him. "If you don't want me to kill you, hide your body, then bring you back to life to divorce you, I suggest you think carefully before walking out that door."
Danny smirked as he opened the door and closed it behind him.
Five minutes and a trip to the ice machine later, Danny strolled with the ice bucket in his hands through the hotel room door.
"I thought you might have pulled a Houdini on me for a minute." Danny smirked at Lindsay who was still laid in her cuffed position on the bed.
"Die."
"That's not very nice, Montana." Danny informed her as he placed the bucket of ice on the bedside table.
"I don't know what you think you're going to do with that, but you're comin' nowhere near me with ice cubes, Danny."
"Oh chill out, Lindsay." He smirked as he discarded his shirt and picked up and ice cube.
"Don't you even dare."
Danny wiggled his eyebrows as he straddled her on the bed, and slipped the ice cube in between his teeth.
"I know how to hide bodies!" Lindsay shrieked as he lowered his mouth to her stomach. "I can kill you sixty seven different ways!"
Danny had no response to that other than to glide the glistening object down Lindsay's stomach.
"Make that sixty eight." She gasped as her body involuntary arched up towards him. "Do you really hate me this much?"
He looked up at her with a cocked eyebrow, his eyes silently telling her to hush her constant talking and one-liners.
"Uncuff me!" she begged. "Please Danny. I can't deal with you doing that while I'm tied up."
He journeyed up the bed and pressed a kiss to her lips, sliding the wet ice cube into her mouth.
"Hopefully it'll take you a while to chomp on that so I can have some peace and quiet while I torture you."
Lindsay's eyes widened as he reached for another ice cube and ran it down her side before slipping it into his mouth again.
She furiously chomped on the ice cube, so that she could protest some more, but cringed. Damn it; brain freeze.
Danny slowly moved his attention to her skirt, or more specifically what was waiting for him underneath. He felt Lindsay stiffen underneath him, as she realised what he was planning to do with said ice cube in his mouth.
And he smirked to himself as he figured that he was either in for a world of hurt, or some seriously kinky sex after this.
He hooked his index finger around the waistband of her thong and slowly slid it down her thighs before tossing it randomly over his shoulder, landing where her shoes had previous.
He felt a strain in his shorts as his fingers moved forward to her skirt to hitch it up.
If you're going to do it, He thought, you might as well do it right.
He sat up and quickly discarded the denim shorts from his legs and tossed them to the floor as he slowly and painfully hitched her already short skirt up her thighs, revealing his target.
Arching towards him in anticipation, Lindsay let out a moan of pain almost as he tortured her with the mere prospect of what he was about to do. Still trying to get rid of the ice cube in her mouth, she bucked up towards him, hoping to gain some type of release.
Preferably sooner rather than later.
He dipped his head to her hot core and instantly she was putty in his hands. She could feel herself slipping away under the sensations currently electrifying her body. The contrast of the freezing ice cube, and his warm breath blowing on said ice cube, was something she had never experience before in her life.
And, if she had the freedom of being able to use her hands, she would have been raking her nails through his short hair, spurring and begging him to stop teasing her.
"Oh god," she gasped as he rubbed the ice cube up and down her slit. Her head flailed back as she lost all sense of communication. There was nothing she could do or say.
The ball was in his court and she had thrown the towel in.
This was something she was just going to have to endure.
He slipped the ice cube into his cheek, and secured it there as he ran his, now cold tongue, along the same path of the ice cube, lapping up her juices, before releasing the ice cube and securing it in his teeth and rubbing it against her clit.
She cried out at the sensation and bucked up towards him, which in effect aroused him more so. But he was determined that this was about her. This was his revenge (or reward) for the moment out on the balcony days previous.
His cock tingled at the mere thought of the things Lindsay's mouth did and could do to him. And he hoped that now, when she looked at him in a passion filled and aroused state, she would think about his mouth, and remember all the things he was capable of.
He slipped the ice cube onto the tip of his tongue, effectively increasing both of their arousal. He could tell from how wet Lindsay was and the mere gasps and shudders that she was extremely 'in to' everything he was doing.
He just hoped she loved it as much as he did.
He chomped on the remnants of the ice cube and blew softly onto her dripping wet centre, teasing her mercilessly with both the hot and cold contrasts. She responded by arching up towards him, moving her hands and rocking the bedpost, due to the fact she was still handcuffed.
He sucked lightly on her clit, before exploring Lindsay's hot core with his tongue. He knew every inch of Lindsay. Inside and out. Intimately and non-intimately. However, there was something about her that made him feel like there was always something more he had to learn. There was always something new about her. He found her mysterious, and alluring, and in the same breath, he felt like he could hold both of his hands up (unlike her at this moment in time) and readily admit he knew everything about her. She confused him; yet, she made perfect sense to him, all at the same time.
There was something that made her so perfect he couldn't transpire his feelings into words.
Danny heard a raspy moan emit from her shuddering body, practically begging for him to stop teasing her and give her the release she was craving.
He lapped up her juices before drawing lazy patterns around clit with his tongue. Electrifying her with every tongue stroke.
"I'm begging you." She pleaded with him. "Please. Please just… Make me come."
Hearing her beg him to make her come – giving him all the power spurred him on, vowing to himself to give her an orgasm she wouldn't forget.
He took both her legs with his hands and spread them a little wider than what they already were giving him a better view and ability to do more things to her.
She bucked up towards him, begging for some type of contact. Something. Anything.
"I need you. I need part of you in me. I don't care what it is." She gasped as she writhed underneath him on the bed.
He fought back the urge to shed his boxers and fuck her senseless, giving into what he knew she wanted so desperately. No. He was determined to make her come in less practised methods, pe say.
He dipped his head low, breathing in her musky scent, and swallowed heavily. He wished he had more time like this with Lindsay. He craved for days where it was just them, exploring, torturing and pleasing each other.
"Danny." She begged, bringing him out of his though process. "Please."
He slipped his tongue into her hot core and initially continued his previous technique of lazy patterns around her clit, and now inside her slick centre. Lindsay let out a throaty moan and Danny heard the bedpost moving again, clearly indicating she was fighting to free her wrists.
He removed his tongue from her centre and replaced it with two fingers, slowly pumping in and out of her as she bit her lip trying to stop herself from crying out.
Danny focused his attention on her clit, lapping and sucking at it in time to his thrusting into her core, effectively giving her an intense burst of arousal and pleasure every time he did so.
"How close are you?" he whispered against her curls.
"So close." She gasped as she bucked towards him, wanting him to take her in his mouth. "So close it hurts."
"Come for me." he growled as he bit down softly on her clit as he sucked at her, all the while continuing his thrusting into her. "I wanna hear you come." He stipulated. "Now."
She swallowed, as her brain tried to comprehend the things her husband was doing to her. Doing amazing things with his mouth, incredible things with his talented fingers and now dishing out demands here, there and everywhere.
"I can't." she gasped. "I want to… and I'm… but I can't."
He removed his digits and replaced them with his tongue, as he lapped at her juices, while working her clit with the pad of his thumb, knowing that the circling motions always threw her over the edge. He could feel her clenching around him as he continued to tease her inner walls with his tongue.
"So close." She gasped as she fought with the handcuffs to free her hands. "I'm gonna come."
Within milliseconds of her whispering the words, he could feel her inner walls pulse and contract around him, as he continued to tease her and lap at her juices. He quickened his pace on her clit with his thumb as she cried out and raised her hips from the bed trying to draw him further into her.
She collapsed to the bed, a sweaty and gasping mess as Danny pressed small loving kisses to her curls. His fingers moved to the waist of her skirt, and undid the button before slowly sliding the garment down her legs and throwing it behind him.
She gasped for the air her orgasm had seemed to knock from her lungs as he reached over to the bedside table and grabbed the small silver item that she had been begging for the whole time.
Before he unfastened the handcuffs, he pressed a kiss to her neck, and slowly made his way up the column of her neck before kissing her cheek and placing a final kiss on her lips, which she instantly deepened and drew him in further.
It didn't register until she slipped her tongue into his mouth that she was tasting her own juices on him. He broke away from the kiss, knowing full well that he needed to untie her before deepening the kiss any further.
As soon as he had released both her wrists, her hands moved to his head and neck and pulled him down in a scorching kiss as she desperately fought with his tongue to touch every ridge and groove in his mouth.
He was mesmerised at the things Lindsay would and could do to him.
And as he felt her small hands remove his boxers from his toned abdomen before taking his straining cock in her hands and gliding him into her slick centre, he realised that he had no control when it came to this woman.
His wife.
And as she thrust her hips up towards him drawing him deeper into her, he buried his head into her shoulder and kissed her sweaty skin and whispered. "I love you."
And he would, forever and ever.
'Till his last breath.
See, told you...
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