"We're going to have to persuade Laura to throw a party. Shouldn't be too difficult." He says this as he places some gentle kisses along my spine, working his way down my body. He hasn't stopped talking since we got in, his hands unbuttoning and taking off his own clothes and then, when he was stark naked, mine. I've stopped listening to the words but his voice thrills through me, embedding itself in my bones I am sure.

"Yes, she can throw a party at Ashton House, then we invite everyone, making sure Freiman hears about it and..." he stops just above my buttocks and grazes his teeth along me. I moan and my hips wriggle involuntarily, he chuckles. "And then we have to get you talking to him..." hang on, something about what he just said registers through the desire filled haze in my brain. Me?

I lift my head and look backwards at him. I'm lying face down on the bed and he's kneeling over me, bent over, his face at the bottom of my back. He looks up at me.

"Yes John, you are. Unless you want to be the one getting kidnapped." I pull what I hope is an expression of horror but it's hard to be horrified when he's trailing his lips down my inner thigh, using those long fingers to move my legs apart to gain access to the tender skin. I moan again, is this a ploy? Of course it bloody is.

"Kidnapped?" I try to say although the last syllable is sort of gasped out because his wet tongue has just traced its way right along the inside of my leg to my balls. He flicks his tongue over them, experimentally, I buck and twist and he holds me still.

"Do behave John, this is an interesting challenge I have discovered here. Do you think you could come from me just doing this?" He licks me again and this time I feel his wet finger penetrating me. The burning pleasure seeps into my brain and I have no idea what I'm supposed to say. The finger stops its progress and I fight for breath. "Well, do you?" another lick.

"Erm... ah... well, probably. Yes, yes... oh god, probably." I try to nod into the pillow, panting as the finger moves in and out of me slowly.

"Excellent. So," a lick, a push, "yes, I'll be kidnapped, won't be the first time," a lick, a wet, flat tongue lick, that sets me on fire and a pulling out of the finger. Then two fingers, I thrust against the bed. "No cheating John."

"But... I can't... I want... oh my god." Three fingers and now he sucks my testicles into his mouth. I notice vaguely that, when in extreme arousal my vocabulary gets medical. "Ah...Sherlock? Oh god..." he pulls his mouth away.

"Is this a question about my plan or are you going to come?" he sounds interested, like I'm on a Petri dish at Bart's lab. Damn him. He's going to make me answer him too.

"I'm... Jesus, just don't stop! Sherlock Holmes, you utter bastard." He chuckles and resumes the exquisite torture of the sucking and the fingers. I can't help it, I'm going to come and he hasn't even touched my cock. Utter bastard. I feel the pressure building in my lower stomach, my groin. It swells and becomes unbearable, stringing me out like elastic. There's not enough friction against the bed and I try so hard to wriggle against it, to get some meagre crumb of satisfaction that he relents and I feel his hand snake underneath me, wrapping his long fingers around my hard length. He squeezes. Twice. It's all it takes. God, I am so easy.

He pulls away from me gently and kisses back the length of my spine until he lies over me. He is hard and he presses himself against me and, his hands at either side of my head, rubs himself along the crease of my buttocks. Even though I am still sailing on the warm waters of my last orgasm it feels great. I turn my head to the side and look up at him. His eyes are closed, he's concentrating. His mouth is slightly open and his hair falls over his cheekbones. He bites his top lip, the perfect contours of his too sharp cupid's bow mouth distorted by the pleasure he is feeling. God he is beautiful.

I watch as the flush of blood creeps up over his pale chest, his breathing becomes erratic and desperate. He opens his eyes and sees me looking. Still panting, the occasional grunt from his lips, he smiles at me, a slow smile. Jesus. Then he closes his eyes again.

"Don't stop watching me John," he whispers, my name almost moaned out. "Ah... god, almost, almost." His eyes open again, he bends his head to mine and I can see his face, flushed and shining with exertion. I watch him come. His eyes roll back slightly though still open, his chest heaves and his mouth opens, he gasps for air.

"Oh. Oh god. John, John." I watch him gasp out my name. My name. His body shudders and I feel the sticky, warm result of his efforts across my skin. He collapses on me, his face touching mine. We are nose to nose.

"That was good." He says, eyes closed and broadly smiling.

"Mmmm." I agree and he laughs, I feel his ribs in my back. We lie there and neither of us moves or speaks. He rubs his toes along the bottom of my foot. It's comforting and familiar, I like it.

I am processing what he said, trying to slot his conversation back into words that make sense. Hang on...

"You're going to be kidnapped? You've done it before? What the hell...?" he doesn't open his eyes.

"Yes, twice. Well, twice as the kidnapper and twice as the... victim." He smiles a lazy smile, eyes still closed. I blink. Twice? Well it makes sense.

"Who... kidnapped you?" this just sounds wrong. His grin gets wider.

"Andrew the first time, Laura and Rose the second." He opens one eye. "They were better. Female kidnappers, an exhilarating twist." Ok, I have two things to deal with here. The first is the fact that my body thinks that the idea of Laura and Rose forcing Sherlock into things is quite a turn on. I know it was a game, no one got hurt but still, they forced him. And that idea gets me hard. And that in turn shocks me. It's all very well to be into a bit of tying up but, bloody hell. But it does, really hard, Jesus.

The second, more worrying concern is that I have been kidnapped, for real, twice. And neither of them were the stuff fantasies are made of, thank you. They are both in the top five of terrible things which have happened to John Watson. It seems an insult, a mockery, that some people do this for kicks.

"You have a problem here don't you?" both his eyes are open and locked right on mine. "It makes sense John, I get it. These things have happened to you in a very real sense. But this is a game. It's like playing cops and robbers; no one's belittling the authentic experience." I close my eyes and think about what he's said. I feel him breathing on my face. I try to imagine how it would feel if he blindfolded me and put me in a room and did dreadful things to me as a game. I am beginning to scare myself.

"Ok," I take a deep breath and let it all out until my lungs are empty. It's something I used to do in the army and I imagine it is releasing all the fear as the air is squeezed out of me. "Ok." I open my eyes.

He is looking at me and it's an expression I've not seen before. A mixture of love and pride and excitement. He kisses me gently, his lips press against mine and they are warm and soft.

"You're just so stimulating John." he grins and gets up off the bed, off me. My body feels cold in his absence. He pads out of the room and I turn onto my side. He comes back with the phone.

"Laura? Hi, yes, yes. Thanks. I have a favour to ask. No, no, not that." He laughs and I can hear Laura laughing too. I smile, I can imagine the conversation. "How'd you feel about throwing a party?" he pauses and smiles again.

"Yes, that sort of party. Maybe one with a kidnap theme?" There is a squealing from the phone and he laughs. "Me. Yes, you get to join in. When? Erm... Wednesday? Is that too soon?" he nods. "Great, let everyone know. Perfect. You're a doll Laura. I know, I know. Thank you..." he pauses and grins at me, "Mistress." There is laughter from the phone and he disconnects the call.

"Sorted." He says and throws himself down on the bed. "Laura's more than happy to help out. She's got some new toys she wants to try. She wants to know if you want to go over before Wednesday evening and she can 'thrash it out with you', her words." I laugh; I can imagine her saying it.

"Tea?" he gets up and puts the dressing gown on and ties the belt. I nod and he goes to the kitchen.

I fold my hands behind my head. I'm going to kidnap Sherlock. With Laura and Rose. How does that work? I have no idea but it excites the hell out of me. Oh dear.

It's Monday and I'm meeting Laura for lunch at the pub again. Sherlock's gone off to meet someone who might be able to help him with his Freiman theory, whatever that is, and I'm not sure what to expect of the meeting. I've worried about it all the way over here. What will this kidnapping entail? Where are we going to do it? How can it be part of a party and then the big question, how involved are Laura and Rose planning to be? In the end I had to stop thinking and decide I would just have to be completely upfront with Laura. Luckily that's not hard.

"So, I imagine you've got lots of questions." Laura is wiping her lips with her napkin. We've made small talk over the foccacia sandwiches and I guess it's time to get to business. I nod and finish chewing.

"Yes. Loads. The first one being, how involved are you and Rose hoping to be in the sex part of this plan? The second being, are people going to expect to watch us? Because I'm not comfortable with either of those options." I realise I might sound bullish and I pull a face and apologise. "Sorry. Laura but I just thought you'd appreciate me being straight forward." She grins and drinks her wine.

"Of course, it's always best and, to be honest, Rose and I had the same conversation last night after Sherlock rang. We both thought you wouldn't want to share and we completely understand." I sip my Murphy's and try not to look too relieved; I don't want to be rude. How mad is this? I don't want to be rude about not wanting to share my lover with the women who helping me in his mock kidnapping. I'm not sure I believe this. Laura continues.

"As for the actual scene I think it's perfectly ok for it to happen in a closed room, that will mean no one watching, Rose and I can leave if you like? Then it'll just be the two of you. Just because it's a party doesn't mean everyone is happy with an audience." Ok, this is good.

"You see, Laura, I have no idea how this thing works, I mean, it turns me on thinking about pretending to kidnap Sherlock," I shake my head at my own words. "But I'm not sure how I do it or even if I can keep up that act for long. Won't I laugh?" Laura grins; it's obviously a common question.

"I'll tell you something John, if you promise not to tell anyone else."I nod and raise my eyebrows. "I feel like that every time I put on Mistress Lola." I cock my head at the name; I had presumed Lola was just her nickname.

"You see, that's just it. The new name makes me a different woman. Lola isn't me; she dresses differently and expects different things from people than I do." I nod, starting to get it a little.

"Like acting?" I ask. She nods again.

"Yes! I have a playlist on the iPod I use for when I'm getting ready, changing into her. I have a scent I only wear as Lola and I still get nervous and I've been doing this for ten years." This makes me feel better; somehow listening to her this idea doesn't seem so daunting.

"You put yourself out there as a Dom, even more than the sub in some respect. You say 'I want this' and you have to get rid of your self doubt and insecurity. I used to worry that a sub would laugh at me, but they don't."

"That's how I feel, won't Sherlock just think I'm ridiculous?" she shakes her head and grins.

"No he won't because he wants you to be that person. He wants to believe in the character you're building so he will believe. Does that make sense?"

"So his belief feeds mine? Because he wants to see me like that means I can be like that?"

"Yes, exactly. Perfect. Think back to what you have done with him so far. Did he laugh? Or was he so lust clouded that he just complied, agreed with your Dom persona?" I nod thoughtfully. I didn't even think about being laughed at the night of the party, I knew he wanted me and that gave me the confidence I needed.

"So, how do we kidnap him? And what sort of things do you do once you've got them?" It's something I've wondered. Both times I have been kidnapped it's been for a reason. I was a hostage, a pawn to stop people interfering or a bargaining chip in a bigger game. I can't imagine what I would be kidnapping Sherlock for? Laura grins and downs her drink.

"In a minute we'll go to the house and I can show you where and how. But your second question's the interesting one." She waves Steve the barman over and he brings another round.

"John, it can be anything you want. Sometimes when Rose and I play this scene I pick some imaginary secret she can't possibly know to torture her with." I flinch at her choice of words. She puts her hand on mine. "Sorry, Sherlock mentioned that you'd been through some pretty raw stuff. I have to say it impresses the hell out of me that you want to give this a try. Remember it's just a game. Kids play soldiers, it doesn't mean they want to kill someone or be killed." She drinks her drink and looks away, giving me a moment to think about what she has said. I realise that, to experience this, I have to divorce some words from the usual resonance that they have for me. Torture is one of them. I nod and she carries on.

"So, you could do that, make up some impossible question that he can't answer and then do what you like with him when he doesn't get it right." She beams and I can't help but laugh at her glee. "Or you could be the sort of kidnapper who's stalked him for months and just wants him to your wicked self." I nod, this sounds better, less real and more like fun. Distanced from my own experience.

"I think that sounds better." I say slowly, Laura nods and pats my hand again.

"Good John, because you need to feel comfortable with the plan. And I think the less acting the better for you, eh? Stalker is much easier than Nazi." We both laugh as Steve comes to collect our glasses and hears only the last few words of our conversation. He just shakes his head.

It turns out to be a short walk from the pub to Laura's house. It's bloody enormous. This white stucco Georgian mansion in a street of similar, but not so large mansions. She looks at my face as we come up the drive to the white pillars which flank the front door and shrugs. Who has a drive in London these days? It looks like it was made for horses and carriages.

"I know, don't hate me. Been in the family for years. We have another house, a great pile in the country, totally run down but Rose and I are project managing the tidying up of the old girl." She opens the wide, black front door and the hall is as marbled and grand as the outside. It's a bit like the interior of the British Museum.

A woman, who I presume is some kind of personal assistant, comes out and takes our coats. She's a few years older that Laura, maybe thirty five and she has red hair coiled in a knot on her head. She looks sophisticated in a grey suit but her smile is warm and friendly.

"Dickinson, this is Dr John Watson. He's a friend of Sherlock's." Dickinson's smile gets wider.

"How is he?" she asks and her accent is soft and Northern.

"Good," I answer," he's fine. Busy." she nods as if she understands what I mean.

"Sherlock helped Dickinson out a while ago when her brother got into a bit of a pickle didn't he, D?" Dickinson nods and grins. I decide not to ask.

Laura leads us to a small door at the back of the hall, almost under the sweeping staircase. If you didn't know it was there you wouldn't see it. Behind it steps wind down into the foundations of the house.

"We've no idea what these were used for. Daddy converted some of it to an underground car park but he's in France now with wife number three so he's left it pretty much to me." She turns and flicks the light on; I can see the stairs twist down. "So I've made some alterations." She grins, obviously excited to be showing off her handiwork.

At the bottom of the stairs there are two doors, she flings one open. It leads to a pretty standard car park. Concrete and breezeblocks. There a couple of nice cars there and I recognise the Audi which Laura has spoken of before. She shuts the door.

"So you can nab him there, he can be parking the car or waiting for someone or something." I hadn't even thought of this and I look at her with frank admiration. She touches my arm. "Darling, I've done this before. Your friend M let us borrow his house before I had this all built." At the mention of Mycroft I feel a bit uncomfortable again. Come on, John.

She opens the other door and it's a dark red corridor with various rooms leading off from it. Some have windows and some are only doors. The corridor seems to open onto a wide space. I follow her down, glancing through the windows. Some rooms have beds and looks like fancy, plush bedrooms, all red and gold decor. Some are painted black and have benches like the ones at Ms Brandon's and on the walls are various things of which I don't want to guess the uses. In one the centrepiece is a set of stocks. I stop and Laura looks and laughs.

"Birthday present from Rose. What a darling eh? Of course, she's the one who gets the benefit!" I laugh, thinking how it's like men buying their girlfriends sexy underwear. I shake my head.

We come to the end of the corridor and the space widens out. Laura turns a dial in the wall and the room is softly illuminated. The walls here are polished rock and the ceiling is roughly domed. The whole place resembles an Aladdin's cave. Velvet and silk are the main materials of the large cushions strewn on the floor. There are a number of low sofas and the ceiling is covered in silk swathes of jewel coloured shades. The light here comes from all the Turkish lamps hanging from the ceiling. The place has a magical, otherworldly feel.

"The lamps were already here so I had them renovated and fitted for electricity. It seems this was a sort of party room in Victorian times. We found lots of rotted drapery and cushions and we thought it'd be fun to do it all again. It's got great ambience I think." I nod; there is something lulling, something alluring about the room.

"I wonder what your family did down here?" I wonder aloud. Laura nods a twinkle in her eye.

"If the rest of the Ashtons are anything to go by I'd say orgies. They were a rum lot. Anyway," she goes back to the corridor and opens a door without a window, "this'll be your room."

I look into the room. It's like something out of a TV thriller. Grey walls, a low bed pushed against the wall, a metal table and two chairs.

"Is that ok? Is there anything you want me to get down here for you? The bars?"She grins. I shake my head, not at the bars, but because I really don't know.

"I'll just get a selection of things John, nothing too full on. Cuffs, the bars, blindfold, a gag?" the last is a question with a grin. I think about Sherlock and his smart mouth, I think of him not being able to answer back for once and I nod.

So I'm feeling slightly more confident when I get back to 221b. Sherlock has Chinese food in metal cartons on the dining room table. I don't look at the experiment he has moved to the floor. I do however look surprised at the food.

"The mobile again? No signal so I must be on the tube?" I guess. He stops dishing the noodles and comes around the table to kiss me as he takes my jacket off my shoulders.

"No, Laura rang and said you were on your way." He grins, always one step ahead.

"You're so smug aren't you Holmes?" I laugh as I grab him and kiss him back fiercely; he relaxes into me and opens his mouth for my tongue.

"mmmmm." He says unintelligibly. I pull back.

"Pardon?" I raise an eyebrow.

"It's not smug if it's true is it?" he grins impishly. I move past him towards the food.

"You might not be so smug after Wednesday, sunshine." I say and slap his backside. As I pile my food onto my plate I look at him. He is grinning like a kid at Christmas.

Still under the work avalanche but fuck it eh? This is what fanfic is for! Escapism! So I dedicate this chapter to everyone who should really be doing something else but you're reading Rubber Ring! Whether it's homework, coursework, shopping, office work, looking after children or anything else that you'd rather not be doing, this is for you!

Let me know how I did. Another explainy chapter but with the sex at the start. I think I liked this sex best but I can't work out why, so can you help me? Are you happy with the kidnap plan? like Laura's house? Excited for new chapters? Any good lines you liked? Feed this author's number muddled brain with happiness!

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