- Tumblr prompt. My stories usually include smut, but this one contains more than usual. You have been warned. XD
Eighth Tale:
Dangerous Territory
Synopsis: Michonne is angry at Rick because he went on a week-long run without saying goodbye. She lets him know just how angry she is. This is the first time Rick and Michonne try BDSM.
"I don't think now is the right time to do this."
"Oh, I think now is the perfect time. Lie down."
Rick and Michonne were in their bedroom with lighted candles on the night stand. The candles had been lit by Michonne's hand. Her steady, focused hand. The flickering flames cast a romantic light around the darkened room, but the atmosphere between the two lovers was far from romantic.
"You're angry at me," Rick said.
"Yes, I am. Lie down."
Rick sighed. He sat on one side of the bed and Michonne was sitting on the other. There was a literal and figurative distance between them and he wanted to rectify that before they became intimate in a way that they hadn't before.
Michonne began to test the strength of the rope Rick had picked up from the supply locker in the storage room that day, her expression contemplative and hard. Distant.
"Hey," Rick said, reaching over. He didn't like the feeling of knowing that Michonne was upset at him. It made his stomach twist and he felt unsettled. His touch landed on her shoulder, light as a feather as if he was afraid of angering her further if he were to be more bold. Michonne's dreadlocks brushed against his fingers as she turned to look at him.
Seeing her eyes made Rick feel so much better. She was angry. Yes, he could see that. But he could also see patience. Willingness. Openness. Affection.
"I'm sorry about going out there without you, okay? But it turned out to be fine. I was never in danger."
That didn't soothe the anger in Michonne's eyes. If anything, it made her gaze grow darker. "You're in danger every time you step outside those walls."
Rick nodded, conceding that point. "But the group Aaron wanted me to check out turned out to be a great group. They also seem like they'll be great help around the community." Michonne's expression didn't change. "You have to understand that we needed to get to these people quick. I didn't have time to tell you. They were about to head into dangerous territory."
Michonne's eyes flashed and Rick knew that it was he that should be worried about entering dangerous territory in this moment.
"Lie down," Michonne ordered, her voice lower than the first two times she said it.
Knowing he wasn't going to get anywhere by way of a verbal apology, Rick acquiesced with a small shake of his head and began to unbutton his shirt. "I really don't think we should do this while we're angry. We've only talked about experimenting with it until now and since this is the first time-"
"I didn't tell you to take off your clothes," Michonne said, stopping Rick's hands with her words. He looked down to where his chest was halfway exposed. "I just told you to lie down. And if I have to tell you again, I'm going to become much angrier than I am right now."
A tingling shiver ran down Rick's spine in response to Michonne's words and tone. She wasn't kidding. Rick's body flushed and his breathing became slightly heavier as he met Michonne's eyes and moved to the center of the bed where he laid down on his back.
Michonne watched him with a cool gaze and that made Rick's body flush even more. He felt his body already responding to her as she looked down at him.
Satisfied that he had finally done what she wanted, Michonne casually turned from his darkened gaze and opened the top drawer of the night stand beside their bed. She reached her hand inside and pulled out a large hair clip. She swept her hair up in a matter of seconds and pinned it securely at the back of her head, the silk of her bathroom creating the sound of a soft whisper against her skin. Rick licked his lips, surprised at the amount of anticipation he felt.
Rick's eyes reflected a heat that the flames from the candles didn't give. Michonne stared at him as she picked the rope up from her lap. His gaze was hungry. Michonne felt heat rush to her sensitive area.
Rick reached out to wrap his arms around Michonne's waist. He wanted to pull her against him. Over him.
But Michonne's voice snapped him out of his intentions. "Hands above your head," she clipped.
His chest heaving up and down, Rick raised his hands above his head. He already felt vulnerable lying on his back, waiting for Michonne's next action or order.
She ran the rope through her hands before leaning forward to tie his wrists together with the rope and then she looped it around to tie it to the rungs of the headboard.
The silk of the bathrobe covering Michonne's chest brushed Rick's face as she tied him up. The scent of coconut came off of her which made Rick wonder what kind of cleansing products she used. He was tempted to lean up and capture her clothed breast in his mouth but he knew he didn't have permission. Right at the moment when he was about to risk it anyway Michonne sat up, her job of tying him up done.
Rick pulled at the bindings and could feel that he was securely bound.
"Comfortable?" Michonne asked. She had been careful to tie it in a way where he was tightly bound but also in a way that the rope wouldn't bite into him too badly.
"Yeah," Rick said.
"Say 'Yes, My Queen'," Michonne immediately corrected.
Rick cocked his head with a smirk on his lips. "What?" he said with a chuckle.
"Refer to me as your queen."
A snort of laughter left Rick's throat and he raised his eyebrows before he gave in, as if he was humoring her. "Yes, My Queen."
Michonne turned and reached into the drawer again. She pulled out a two-foot long riding crop.
Rick chuckled again. This time it was a chuckle of surprise. "Where did you get that?" he asked.
A quick flick of Michonne's wrist brought the riding crop down across Rick's chest, leaving a red mark behind and wiping the smile from his face. He stared up at her with a shocked expression.
"What was that tone you used just now when referring to your queen?" Michonne asked. "You should only address me with respect and reverence."
"I was!" Rick said quickly.
Michonne struck him with the riding crop again. "You laughed," she said.
Rick stared at Michonne in the darkness. This was supposed to be an enjoyable experience for them, her most of all, and he was wondering if her anger was making it less so. "I'm sorry," Rick said, willing to do anything to please her.
"I'm sorry, what?" Michonne pressed.
"I'm sorry, My Queen."
Michonne nodded appreciatively and brought the riding crop down on Rick's chest again, but instead of stinging him with it, she ran it down the center of his chest – light as a feather- until she reached the first fastened button that Rick hadn't been able to get to. "That's better," she said. She stroked the riding crop up and down his chest a couple of times. "So you didn't have time to tell me, huh?" she asked softly.
"I didn't." Michonne gave him a warning glare. "My queen."
She nodded. "But you had time to tell Glenn?" Rick gave her a questioning look. "What, you didn't think I would know?" Michonne asked. "Maggie was just as upset as I am. And you were gone for a week." Michonne slapped Rick's bare skin with the leather head of the riding crop once again. Rick flinched from the pain; that hit had been harder than the other ones.
He couldn't help but to breathe out a short breath of relief when she sat the riding crop aside. He watched instead as she began to finish unbuttoning his shirt. When she got the last button undone, she flicked his shirttails aside, leaving the expanse of his torso exposed. The cool air dipped down and caressed his skin, the stinging spots where she had struck him were especially welcoming of the slight relief that was being bestowed upon them.
"I'm sorry, My Queen," Rick said again. They had an unspoken promise that if one of them was to go outside those walls again, they would let the other know. He had broken that promise. He had left and then ended up staying gone for a week. Without a word. When he came back through the gates a week later, Michonne had been gearing up to go out and look for him herself. He remembered the look of utter relief she had when he appeared in front of her again. That relief must have been hurt and worry times a thousand when he had been gone. Now all of that had turned into anger. And he couldn't blame her. He would do anything to make it up to her. "I didn't expect to be gone that long. I expected to be gone a day at most."
Michonne straddled Rick's body, placing her center right on top of the bulge in his pants. It was rock hard against her sensitive area, naked underneath her silk bathrobe. She would save that surprise for later. "Did I tell you to speak?" Michonne asked.
"No, My Queen." Rick's voice was low and guttural. Heavy with lust. He subtly moved his hips against her heat, eager to be inside of her. Michonne allowed it.
She leaned over towards the night stand and the still-open drawer once again. Rick waited with bated breath as she reached inside. When she withdrew this time, she held a glinting piece of silver in her hand. A knife.
Rick licked his lips as she stared down at him.
"Are you afraid?" Michonne asked, playing with the tip of the blade.
"No," Rick answered.
"No, what?" Michonne asked.
"No, My Queen."
"If I have to remind you again, I'm going to punish you."
Rick pushed himself against Michonne's heat once again.
"Does that excite you?" Michonne asked, her eyes hooded with heat. "You want to be punished?"
"No, My Queen."
Michonne ground herself against Rick's proof of passion. "Your body is telling me different," she said.
She ran the cool blade of her knife up Rick's torso, between his abdominal muscles. And between his pectoral muscles. Until she reached his throat. Rick lifted his chin as she ran her blade along the side of his neck. He never broke eye contact. His need for her was growing with each second. He swallowed deeply. He wanted to rest his hands on her thighs and grind her against him. He subtly lifted his hips again, asking her to do what he wanted.
"Do you want a safe word?" Michonne asked, her blade poised at Rick's throat.
"No, My Queen," Rick rasped.
"Your choice," Michonne whispered. She stabbed the knife into the pillow beside Rick's head. Rick didn't flinch once. His eyes remained on Michonne. Only his breathing deepened.
Michonne sat erect over Rick's body and began to untie her bathrobe slowly. "Since you trust me so much," she said. "Why don't you tell me the truth about why you left without telling me anything? Because I don't believe that you didn't have time."
She allowed the robe to slide down her shoulders and reveal her naked breasts. Rick sucked in a breath between his teeth and tried to reach for her, forgetting in that one moment that he was tied up. He cursed the ropes that bound him. "Tell me," Michonne urged.
"I~" Rick sighed. He forced his eyes to move from her firm breasts to her face.
"Speak," Michonne ordered.
"I didn't want you to try to come with me," Rick said. "It was a dangerous mission and the party was bigger than the usual amount we try to bring in. Things could have gone sideways in a minute."
Michonne inhaled deeply. She had just heard everything she didn't want to hear. "So you admit it was a dangerous mission," she said. "And even knowing that, you left without telling me."
"But nothing happened-"
Michonne grabbed the riding crop and brought it down hard against his chest again. Rick grunted. "You know that doesn't matter," Michonne said. She tilted Rick's chin up with the end of the riding crop to look in his eyes. A flash of intensity ran in the blue depths. "Are you upset with me?" Michonne asked.
"No, My Queen," Rick rasped.
"Good. Because when you do something wrong, you have to be punished. You understand that?"
"Yes, My Queen."
Michonne and Rick shared a heated stare. She would have to threaten punishment more often. Rick seemed to like that word in a sexual context. He moved his hips against her once again. Michonne opened her bathrobe fully, slid it off of her arms, and cast it aside. Rick's chest heaved as his eyes devoured her naked form. He pulled against his ropes, wanting to touch her.
Michonne leaned forward over his body, allowing her breasts to touch his chest. Her lips inches from his, Rick leaned up to try and capture them. Michonne pushed his head back down with her finger. "Are you going to go somewhere dangerous without telling me again?" she whispered.
"No, My Queen," Rick answered.
"Are you just saying that to get what you want?"
"No, My Queen. I know that you were worried while I was gone, and I never want to put you in that position again."
"Okay. Well, you're going to have to prove yourself."
"Yes, My Queen."
Michonne brought her full lips down against Rick's own and he partook of her kiss as if he was a dehydrated man in the desert and she had just offered him an oasis. His tongue pushed into her mouth and Michonne allowed it. For a moment. Then she cut him off. She sat up and Rick was left straining at his ropes.
Michonne got off of him and left the bed. Rick looked after her longingly, his entire body willing her to return. She stood by the night stand and looked inside the drawer. The candle flames danced across the room, illuminating her dark and flawless skin. She pulled out two more twines of rope from the drawer and walked back to the bedside. She studied him. Laid out on the bed, waiting for her. Helpless to do anything but.
The throbbing between Michonne's thighs intensified. She leaned over and began to unbuckle Rick's pants, making sure to brush his bulge whenever she could. She was rewarded with a light gasp each time. Then she pulled his pants and boxers down his hips and off of his legs, leaving his member to spring free. He was fully erect. Michonne threw his clothing aside.
Taking up the new coils of rope she had produced, Michonne took one of Rick's legs and began to bind him, by the ankle, to one corner of the bed. She took his other foot and did the same, tying it to the other corner. Then she stood back to admire what she had done.
He was completely exposed before her, his body unable to conceal the truth of his arousal. Michonne walked around to take up a place beside his prostrate form on the bed. She removed the knife from the pillow beside Rick.
He stared at her, anticipation growing now that they were both unclothed.
Michonne moved her body close to Rick's and laid by his side, her head propped up onto her hand. She trailed the blade of her knife across Rick's skin. It left a tingling sensation in its wake. "I'm willing to forgive you," Michonne said. "If you leave me satisfied tonight. Can you do that?"
"Yes, My Queen," Rick whispered.
Michonne leaned forward and nuzzled her nose against Rick's. Rick angled his neck for a kiss, hoping that his queen would be generous once again. Michonne brushed her lips against his and then let her tongue flick out for a quick taste. Rick waited. And he was rewarded. Michonne pressed her lips against Rick's again and pushed her tongue against his own. At the same moment that Michonne deepened the kiss, Rick felt a small but sharp, stinging pain on his chest. Because he was lost in the kiss, it took him a moment for his brain to realize that the knife was for more than show. Michonne had just nicked his chest.
The realization caused Rick to be more passionate. He devoured Michonne's lips, a groan coming from low in his throat. "Mmm," Michonne moaned. Rick's utter willingness to obey and please had her own body screaming for attention but she had to remind herself that she was the one in control. She broke the kiss and moved to the cut she had made, atop his breast. She gently ran her tongue over it, a faint taste of blood making itself apparent and then disappearing.
Rick closed his eyes and enjoyed the sensations of her tongue and lips. She moved from his cut to his nipple, flicking at it with her tongue. Rick involuntarily struggled against his bindings again, wanting to wrap his arm around her. But he was held completely immobile. She laid a final kiss on his pink bud and then pulled away.
Rick swiveled his hips, willing her to envelop him in her warmth. "My Queen..." he pleaded.
"Not yet," Michonne answered. "I want you to know how torturous waiting can feel."
Rick pulled against the ropes, wishing that he had never gone on that excursion. Not even ten lives were worth the excruciating torture of having to wait for what Michonne was withholding.
Michonne placed the knife on the night stand, done with it. And then she picked up the riding crop again. Rick watched her intently, wondering what her next move was. He thought she would whip him with it again but when she brought it against her own skin and began to trail it down between her breasts and then down to the center of her sex, Rick wished she had flogged him instead. It soon became clear that he was going to have to lie there and watch while she...
Michonne flicked her wrist to cause the leather head of the riding crop to slap against her wanting center. Rick let out a longing groan, his wrists twisting against the knots of the rope binding him. He wanted her. He wanted to touch her. To grind into her.
"My Queen. Please..."
Michonne tapped her center again, sending small shocks of pleasure throughout her entire body. "Ah..." she moaned. She pressed the riding crop to her sensitive bud and swiveled against it. Rick's breathing was shallow and his blue eyes were darkened with lust. His wrists would probably be sore in the morning from trying to unconsciously pull free of them to reach Michonne.
Michonne set the riding crop aside to replace it with her hand. She met Rick's eyes as she began to pleasure herself with her fingers. She could see how much he wanted her. And how impossible it was for him to have her. At least not on anyone's terms but her own.
Michonne fell back onto the bed and allowed her body to undulate against an imaginary lover as her fingers moved in and out of her. An uninhibited whimper left Rick's throat and he was unashamed. This display would leave any man begging.
Michonne licked her lips and grasped her breast with one hand as she performed for Rick's eyes only. She had never felt this aroused pleasuring herself. She felt herself on the cusp of an orgasm.
"Michonne!"
Michonne put a stop to her pleasure. Her eyes fell open and she turned to look at Rick. He was staring pleadingly back at her, but there was also something else in his eyes. Defiance.
He had dropped the title she had ordered him to give her.
Michonne felt personally offended. There were established rules. And he had just broken them. Again. It seemed as if he wanted attention. Well, he definitely got it.
Michonne took up the riding crop again and turned on her side. Propping herself on her elbow, she didn't even look at her target when she tapped the leather against his testicles. Her focus was on his face instead. Every muscle in his body tightened and then released and a surprised noise left his throat. He bit his lip between his teeth and stared at Michonne with a heat that left her melting. "You like that?" Michonne asked, trying to keep her own arousal from her voice.
Rick breathed heavily. He was too busy imagining pushing himself into Michonne's firm yet tender body.
Michonne tapped his balls again with the riding crop. "Answer me," she demanded.
"Yes, My Queen," Rick answered hoarsely.
Michonne ran the riding crop up the underside of Rick's manhood. Rick's eyes closed and he swiveled his hips. Michonne bit her lip, her arousal at its peak watching the unreserved pleasure and need run across Rick's face.
Breathing shallowly, Michonne straddled Rick's face placing her heat right above his lips. "Lick me, Rick."
Rick didn't hesitate. He raised his head and started out going for the gold. He ravished her spot with his tongue and lips, causing a white-hot pleasure to shoot through and seize Michonne's entire body. Michonne twisted her hand in Rick's locks and held on. Her other hand gripped the headboard. "Oh. Rick," she gasped. She rotated her hips against his mouth.
Rick's hips pushed up into the air, longing for Michonne's walls to surround him. Her arousal was strong in his nose and on his tongue. It only made him more aroused. He pushed his tongue into her. Michonne moaned, feeling such an intense pleasure that it was almost painful. She gripped Rick's hair tighter and pulled him away from her.
Rick winced from the pain but the only thought he had in his head was the question of why Michonne was away from him once again when she moved back to his side. But his disappointment was quickly curtailed when Michonne straddled his waist.
This was it. She was finally about to give him what he wanted.
Michonne stared down at him. "You're not allowed to orgasm until I tell you to," she ordered.
Rick's heart beat hard in his chest. "Yes, My Queen," he responded. But once she aligned herself and slid herself down onto his hardened manhood, Rick knew that that promise was easier said than done.
Michonne moved herself up and down on his member, her slick walls gripping him tightly. Rick could barely move due to his restraints, but he did the best that he could. His hips thrust up slightly to meet her movements.
Michonne sighed, enjoying the feeling of his hardness stretching her walls. She moved her body atop his, grateful for him being back. Grateful for him being alive and safe. And whole.
"Hmmm..." Michonne hummed with pleasure.
She kneaded her breasts with her hands and Rick wished it could be him.
He gripped his restraints as Michonne pressed her hands to his chest and began to increase the pace and intensity of her hips.
The glow of the candlelight danced across Michonne's dark skin, causing her to look like a bronze statue or a marbled goddess caught in the throes of passion. "My Queen..." Rick gasped reverently.
Michonne slowed her hips, circling on Rick's member so that all parts of her could feel him. She brought her hand to the apex of where their bodies were meeting and began to play with herself as she rode slowly atop him.
Rick watched her with an agape mouth and hooded eyes. This picture would never leave his memory and he thanked God for it.
And on Michonne's part, seeing Rick so helplessly tied beneath her made her feel strong and trusted. And aroused beyond all belief.
She leaned forward, her hands pressing to the bed on either side of Rick's body as she quickened her pace again. Her moans became more regular and high-pitched as she ground onto Rick's hardness. His breath coming in fast huffs, strange noises were also coming from Rick's mouth. Noises he didn't think he would ever make.
Michonne stared into Rick's eyes as their bodies connected more and more fervently. Their faces inches apart, Michonne and Rick entered into a deep kiss as the pleasure built between the two lovers.
Michonne slowed the pace again.
Rick clenched his eyes shut. He was close to climaxing.
Noticing his distress, Michonne lifted herself fully off of Rick's member. He groaned helplessly. He didn't like being without her warmth but he thought she was showing him mercy. Letting him collect himself before she started in on him again. But he was wrong. She was about to be extra cruel.
Rick blinked questioningly at Michonne as she knelt between his spread legs. And then she grabbed the base of his erect member. "No," Rick pleaded. "No, My Queen."
His words were ignored. Michonne sank her mouth over Rick's engorgement, hollowing her cheeks as she sucked at him expertly. Rick threw his head back and his hips bucked up into Michonne's mouth. She pulled away from him.
"Don't you dare finish without my say-so," Michonne warned, as if Rick needed reminding. He knew if he wanted to remain in her good graces after this, he should do what she said. But damned if she wasn't making it nearly impossible.
Michonne flicked her tongue against Rick's member before ringing her lips around him once again. Her head bobbed up and down as she pleasured him and Rick had to shut his eyes tight and offer up a prayer to try to keep himself contained during the whole process. Rick's toes curled and he felt like he was about to fail when Michonne finally removed her mouth from him and straddled him once again.
She lowered herself onto him and rolled her hips for the most pleasure for both of them. Already near the breaking point, Rick gritted his teeth but held on for the final stretch.
As Michonne began to increase the pace once again, she pushed her palms against his chest and dug in with her fingernails as her fingers began to curl with the pleasure of Rick's hardness hitting her pleasure spots.
Michonne moaned her pleasure; Rick felt about to explode. Finally Michonne shouted, "Now, Rick! Now. Please."
Rick's seed burst from his body and he felt the most intense pleasure he had ever felt in his life. His warmth filling her body, Michonne shuddered her own release. She huffed breathlessly, letting her orgasm ride through her body before she collapsed against his chest. Rick felt drained. He had never felt so free in his life. Which was ironic because he was completely tied up.
"Do you forgive me?" Rick asked breathlessly.
Unable to speak, Michonne nodded against Rick's chest. Her body feeling like lead, she lifted herself and untied Rick's arms then moved to untie his feet. When he was free, she fell back beside his body where Rick wrapped her in his warm embrace.
"I promise never to worry you like that again," Rick said softly.
"You better not," Michonne said, her tone loving. "Or else you'll feel my wrath."
"And I wouldn't want that."
"No, you wouldn't," Michonne mumbled sleepily. She had had a long day.
Rick smiled, his hands and feet completely tied by this woman. "Good night...My Queen."
