A/N: You've probably noticed that ff .net is acting up again. I've sent replies to the reviews, but I seriously doubt that they're getting anywhere. So until the problem is fixed, I'd once again like to say thanks to everyone who's read and commented. I really appreciate it!
Warnings: This is 2000 words of pure, unadulterated smut. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: The characters are not mine; they belong to the wonderful JE.
Primal
Chapter 9 – Power
"Power is the ultimate aphrodisiac." -Henry KissingerMy eyes grew big as I watched the handcuffs dangling from Ranger's fingers. My mind was completely blank and my mouth went dry as he slowly stalked at me. I tore my gaze from the handcuffs, up to his eyes. They were pitch black, a predatory gleam in them.
"I'm not sure you deserve to have your payback after how you behaved tonight." I tried, my voice sounding more like a squeal than anything else.
"You're going to like this Babe. Consider it an apology as well."
"I thought you didn't need cuffs to enslave a woman."
"I don't. I also said I'm not really a gadget man. But these," he said, shaking the cuffs a bit, "these I know exactly how to use."
I really didn't have an answer to that, and Ranger stepped up to me. Slowly he undressed me and pushed me down onto the bed. Lifting my arms above my head, Ranger grabbed the first set of cuffs and attached my right arm to the headboard, out to the side. He pressed a kiss in my palm and then grabbed my other hand and did the same thing, effectively robbing me of any real mobility.
When the second cuff clicked shut, I felt a flash of fear in my belly. I tried tugging on the cuffs, but the strong wood didn't give an inch and I only succeeded in making the steel dig into my skin. I was completely at Ranger's mercy. He was sitting on the bed, watching me struggle, a smile on his lips. A flash of doubt crossed my mind and I caught myself wondering exactly how well I knew Ranger. What had I gotten myself into?
Ranger smiled at me and slowly bent down; taking my nipple into his mouth he pulled it lightly with his teeth. Immediately I felt a very real and frighteningly strong desire, only fueled more by the fear. He moved up and placed a soft kiss on my lips.
"Don't be afraid, Babe." he whispered against my lips before plunging his tongue inside my willing mouth. Ranger deepened the kiss until my head was spinning and I felt wetness on my inner thighs. When he pulled away I reflexively tried to follow his lips to continue the kiss, but the cuffs stopped me short. He hovered over me, lips inches from mine, but I was unable to reach them. He seemed to sense my dilemma because he smiled and kissed me again, but as soon as I tried to deepen the kiss, he pulled away again. I was getting frustrated but Ranger got his message across; this was his show and I was at his mercy. The realization that I had absolutely no say in what was going to happen caused small shivers of excitement to run down my spine. I was tied up, naked and vulnerable while Ranger was still wearing his clothes, further strengthening the feeling of him having all the power.
Starting a slow exploration of my body, Ranger kissed and licked his way down to my thighs, coating my legs and thighs with small kisses. When he reached my inner thighs, my hips lifted from the bed of their own demand, trying to steer his lips to my center. Blatantly ignoring my efforts he continued past my wetness and up. Once again, Ranger stopped at my breasts and bit my left nipple, pulling with his teeth and scraping the pebbled tip with his tongue while twisting and flicking the right with his fingers. Oh god. I didn't know how much more I could take. I needed him inside me. Being tied up and helpless like this was turning me on much more than I ever thought possible.
He stopped and moved off of me and lay by my side, propping his head up with one hand and running his fingers gently up and down my torso. I glanced down and I could see the bulge in his pants, signaling his desire. Without realizing it I licked my lips, wanting to feel him inside of me. Suddenly, I became aware of him smiling down at me, watching me stare at his cock with desperate wanting. I lifted my gaze to his and with my eyes tried to plead. He just continued to stare at me and smiled. Stroking and teasing my breasts now, running his fingertips down my lower abdomen and upper thighs, moving in towards my wetness. I raised my hips, hoping to meet his fingertips, but he withdrew them.
Standing up, he undressed, the rich skin almost making my mouth water with anticipation. He moved to lie between my thighs, and placed his hot mouth over my acing clit. Taking it into his mouth, he had me on the verge of orgasm within two minutes. He eased two long fingers into me, finding my g-spot without effort. I arched into his touch and felt my body tense up with the wonderful combination of Ranger's mouth on my clit and his talented finger inside of me. Just as I thought I was going to come, he stopped.
"No, keep going." I panted, not understanding why he would stop right when I was on the ledge.
"Not yet Babe."
I yanked at the cuffs a bit, trying to see if they'd give, but nothing happened except for my wrists hurting. Resignedly I lay back on the bed. Ranger placed soft kisses on my inner thighs and slowly moved closer to my center again. Resuming his ministrations to my clit he quickly brought me to the brink again. I felt myself grow closer and closer to orgasm, and tried not to show it outwards to Ranger, out of fear that he would stop again if he knew I was close. I felt a moment of triumph when I felt the heat start to spread through my body, signaling the oncoming climax. Preparing for the mother of all orgasms, I tensed up and immediately realized my mistake as Ranger stopped everything and moved away, leaving me hanging just seconds from release.
"Fuck!" I cried out, meaning it in every meaning of the word.
Ranger chuckled beside me and I once again tried tugging at the cuffs. I would do anything to wipe that smug grin off of his face.
He didn't touch me for a minute, letting me come down from my hyper sensitive state before starting again. He used one finger and slowly circled my clit, not actually touching it. My slickness made it easy for his finger to gently slide around, teasing me even more. Keeping up the slow movement, he increased pressure, making me gasp. I could feel it building again, that intense climax. His motions slowed down and eased to barely a feather touch, and I cried out in frustration. Then his mouth was on me again, sucking hard, pulling, teasing, biting and licking hard at my nub. Immediately, my legs started to shake and my breathing became rapid. His reached up and twisted my nipples and the combination had me instantly there, ready to come on his tongue. He stopped everything so quickly that it took my body a few seconds to realize that he had withdrawn again. I was ready to burst into to tears, the agony of my verging orgasm so strong.
Before I realized what happened I felt him enter me, meeting no resistance what so ever. He slid all the way home and I gasped and thanked God that I was finally going to get to come. But I should have known nothing is that easy with Ranger. He set a slow pace, moving in and out of me with strong strokes. I squirmed and moaned and writhed as much as my bonds would let me, trying to make him go faster, to get the build up to come to its natural conclusion. But the situation wasn't natural, and he was forcing me to just take the torture.
I could feel it deep in my womb, everything tightening, getting ready for the grand finale. Pressure so deep inside of me that I could barely breathe. He kept it up, slowing down even more if possible, each stroke long and slow. I could feel every inch of him stroking my flesh and I knew that if I didn't get to come soon I would break the bed frame with my struggles.
Ranger kept control of the pace, deliberately denying me the orgasm. I was tugging on my bonds in earnest, trying to lift my hips, anything to create more friction, more contact. I cried out in frustration when I felt the orgasm slipping away once more. I was going insane with need and frustration.
"Oh God, Ranger, please. Please...Let me come." I panted, completely oblivious to the fact that I was begging and pleading. The only thing I could hear was my heart beating too fast and my blood rushing.
Increasing his pace Ranger started to pound into me, grounding his pelvis into my clit, making me scream and tear at the cuffs keeping me from touching him. I thought I was going to explode with the pleasure the sudden change in pace was causing me. I felt jolt after jolt of pleasure course through my body with every stroke of his length. I felt the familiar heat again, but this time Ranger kept going and finally sent me into a mind-blowing orgasm, making me scream out my pleasure. The waves kept rushing over me over and over again making me feel lightheaded with the intensity. Ranger kept up the strokes, his pelvis grounding against my clit, keeping my climax going until I was only aware of the enormous pleasure I was experiencing.
Ranger finally slowed down to let me come down from the peak. He hadn't yet come and kept up the long slow stokes, never letting me catch my breath enough to calm down. I felt another climax start to grow almost instantly, making me briefly wonder if I was going to survive another orgasm like that without passing out in the process. Ranger reached down between our bodies and applied pressure to my overly sensitive clit, making me scream out. The feeling of his fingers on me was too much and I tried to turn away from the touch, but the cuffs and he wouldn't let me. He kept up the motion far beyond what I would have done had I been alone. The feeling was too intense, too much and I finally exploded in the most amazing orgasm ever. The climax tore through my body, making me arch my back and shake with the convulsions. I had never before experienced anything so raw and deep and utterly amazing. I vaguely remember Ranger growling out his own release before I zoned out.
When I came to again, I was lying on my back on the bed, my hands free. Ranger was lying beside me, propped up on an elbow, looking down at me with a smile on his beautiful face. I was feeling incredibly satisfied and a bit dizzy and I realized that Ranger had just proved the myth of La Petite Morte to be true. My face split in a huge smile. Life at the Batcave was going to be very fun.
A/N: Thank you everyone who's read and reviewed. I've had a great time writing this celebration to smut, but all good things must come to an end. Yes, even Steph/Ranger smut... I'm running low on sexual positions and places to do it on, but there will be an epilogue. :) There might also be a sequel if there is interest, so let me know if you'd like to read more about life at the Batcave, Scott and general craziness.
Thank you!
Lintu
