She gave him a questioning look as she stepped back, wanting to make sure—
"Oh, fuck yes," Megamind said, turning and putting his hands behind his back without hesitation.
Roxanne laughed, and ran her hands down his arms.
"Yeah?" she asked. "You don't mind?"
"Mind?" Megamind looked at her over his shoulder as her hands settled on his wrists. "Do you have any idea how many of my fantasies you're hitting tonight?"
"Really?" Roxanne said. She carefully unbuckled the watch from his wrist and set it aside, out of the way—she was pretty sure that had to be the holographic projector, and she didn't want to accidentally turn it on or damage it when she put the tie around his wrists. "Me tying you up is a fantasy? I would have thought—the other way around—"
"Oh, that's on the list, too," Megamind said, looking away again and tilting his head back as she wound the tie around his wrists. "It's—ah—it's a very long list…"
"Exactly how tight should this be?"
"You should be able to fit two fingers between the tie and my wrist—" Megamind looked down as she tested it, watching her. "—yes, like that, good; that's—ah—" he swallowed visibly, "—that's very good."
Roxanne smirked, settling her hands possessively over his hands, over the binding.
"Oh, really?" she said archly. Megamind's fingers twitched. "Are you liking this?"
Megamind felt himself go hot at Roxanne's words—god, her voice, and that tone; he felt like melting.
"A lot," he said. "I'm—liking it a lot."
Roxanne put her hand on his hip again; turning him around again, pressing him back against the edge of the desk once more and kissing him—
Oh. Ohhh wow; that was—not being able to use his hands while she was kissing him was definitely an exciting thing.
Roxanne broke the kiss with a thoughtful noise, then looked past Megamind, a small crease between her brows.
"Do I need to be worried about this window being right here?" she asked.
Megamind looked over his shoulder and looked out the window speculatively.
"I really don't think so," he said. "We're not particularly close to any of the other buildings. I can't see in any of their windows, can you? And we're several floors up, I doubt anyone could see us from the ground. You can turn the light off, though, if you'd rather, or we can just not—"
Roxanne took hold of his chin and turned his face towards her, then leaned in and kissed him, cutting him off.
"I would not rather," she said, breaking the kiss.
She glanced down at his mouth and rubbed her thumb over his lower lip, then looked back up into his eyes.
"I want to see you," she said, and Megamind felt a pulse of mingled arousal and joy at hearing her say that.
He dipped his head so that he could press his lips to her wrist and Roxanne made a soft noise. Megamind looked up at her through his lashes, saw that her lips were parted and her cheeks flushed.
"By all means, Miss Ritchi," he murmured. "Please feel free to look."
Roxanne took a sharp breath and then kissed him, a biting sort of kiss with a hint of teeth to it. Then she stepped back from him.
"Sit down on the edge of the desk," she said.
Megamind did, and Roxanne swept a glance down his body, looking him over.
And she enjoyed looking at him, Megamind thought with a rush of triumph as he watched her expression, as he watched Roxanne looking at him and liking what she saw.
She met his eyes, smiling, and he smiled back at her, feeling absolutely giddy with happiness. Roxanne's expression changed a little when he smiled at her—it went softer, almost unsure.
"You kind of—" she said, "—you look much too okay with me tying you up."
"I am okay with it," Megamind said. "Why wouldn't I be?"
The fingers of one of her hands twisted in the material of her skirt and her expression of uncertainty deepened.
"You—you must really trust me a lot," Roxanne said, looking as if the prospect of this worried her.
"I do," Megamind said. "But I think you must trust me, too, Roxanne. Don't you? Even considering your general bravery, you've always been much too comfortable when I had you in ropes." He blinked, suddenly understanding something. "Definitely, definitely much too—you never got a restraining order, never pressed charges, never tried to—what would you have done if it had been someone else?"
"Kidnapping me?" Roxanne said, making a face. "Not fucking put up with it, that's for damn sure."
She blinked, looking taken aback, as if she hadn't actually meant to say that. Megamind burst into laughter.
"I mean—" she said.
"Not put up with it!" Megamind repeated, cackling. "Not put up with it! Oh my god, because you do put up with it, don't you? It's always—it's always been something that you're letting me do! Oh my god, Roxanne, how did I never realize?"
"I—didn't actually—realize, either," Roxanne said, looking close to laughter herself, "that's—but, I mean—it was you. You're—and I—"
"Trust me," Megamind said. "Don't you?"
Roxanne nodded and he smiled, happiness warm in his chest.
"I think that why I trust you," he said. "Because—people don't usually give me the benefit of the doubt. You've—the way you talk to me; the way you act towards me; you've always treated me like I'm—as if I can be trusted to do the right thing—as if I'm basically a good person."
"Because you are," she said, in that tone of exasperation she always used to point out the specific ridiculousness of each evil scheme. "For fuck's sake, Megamind."
"Supervillain," Megamind said.
"Charity hospital."
He made a face at her and Roxanne rolled her eyes at him, the gesture such a familiar one that he couldn't stop himself from giving a breathless little laugh, affection making his heart give a hard pulse.
"And that's why I trust you, Roxanne," he said.
Roxanne tilted her head, frowning.
"Because I don't think you could look at me and see something good," he said, "if you weren't so good yourself."
Roxanne gave a growl and rather pounced on him, taking his face between her hands and kissing him hard.
"You," she said, "you are crazy, do you know that, Megamind?" She unbuttoned his collar and kissed his throat. Megamind tilted his head back and made a blissful sound. "God—aren't you scared at all?"
"Oh, now you know how it feels, Miss Ritchi!" Megamind laughed. "Isn't it maddening? I'm much more cooperative than you are, though; would you like me to pretend? Oh, no!" he added in a breathy voice. "Please don't hurt me, Miss Ritchi; I promise I'll do anything you like! How's that?"
"Smartass," Roxanne said, unbuttoning his few remaining buttons and pushing his shirt down over his shoulders.
"I've been very bad," Megamind agreed, biting his lip and smiling at her. "Are you going to make me be good for you?"
Roxanne's breath hissed between her teeth. To his surprise, though, she didn't give him another of those hard kisses. Instead, she smiled at him, slow and dark and seductive.
"Yes," she purred, "I think I will."
Megamind shivered and her smile widened.
She kissed his throat, one hand sliding around to hold the back of his neck. The fingertips of her other hand trailed down the center line of his body, from the hollow of his throat to the buckle of his belt, leaving a trail of shivery sensation in their wake. She didn't unbuckle his belt, though, just let her hand settle there and continued to kiss his throat, lips pressing beneath his jaw, brushing over his adams apple, kissing the place where his neck met his shoulder.
Megamind wasn't sure which was more maddeningly good, her lips on his throat or the warm weight of her hand between his legs, or the hand she had on the back of his sensitive neck.
Roxanne rubbed her thumb against the place where the back of his neck met his head, and oh god, yes, that was definitely the best, yes—
He gasped, arching back into the touch, forgetting, for a moment, that his hands were tied. He made an alarmed noise as he almost overbalanced, but Roxanne caught him, her other arm sliding around his waist.
"Careful," she said, tone gently admonishing, and when he flushed, he wasn't sure if it was more from embarrassment or arousal.
"Oh," he said, voice soft and shocked—at being caught, at being held like this, at—everything, really.
He saw Roxanne's expression change as she took in his reaction, saw it soften.
"Lie back," she said quietly. "I've got you."
"Oh," Megamind said again, and slowly let himself relax back into her arms, until she was holding up his weight.
She lowered him just as slowly, settled his head down on the desk with care.
"Oh," he whispered.
Roxanne, bending over him, still, slid her hand from the back of his neck and stroked his cheek.
"Hey," she said, voice as soft as the touch. "You okay?"
"Yeah," he said, his voice hushed. "Yeah, I'm okay."
She tucked a piece of hair behind her ear.
"Your hands aren't uncomfortable like this?" she asked. "I haven't actually ever been on this side of the restraints thing before, so you're going to have to tell me."
Megamind laughed.
"My hands are fine," he said. "You tied me loosely enough that I've got some freedom of movement, and they're under the arch of my back like this; I don't really have a lot of my weight on them. You know, when I offered to give you lessons in villainous behavior, this wasn't exactly what I had in mind, Miss Ritchi."
She smirked down at him.
"Oh, wasn't it?" she asked.
He grinned up at her.
"No, no; I'm lying, it totally was," he said.
Roxanne laughed.
"Wildest dream scenario version of what I had in mind, really," he said.
Roxanne shook her head, smiling.
"What am I going to do with you?" she asked.
"I have no idea, but I'm really looking forward to it," Megamind said honestly.
Roxanne laughed again and straightened up. Her hands settled on his belt again. She still didn't unbuckle it, though, just left them there and stood looking down at him for a long moment. Megamind squirmed a little impatiently, and Roxanne gave a small, satisfied smirk—okay, good, surely now she was going to—
She traced over the buckle with a fingernail.
"Oh, come on!" Megamind burst out. "Come on; quit—quit teasing!"
She tapped her fingernail sharply on his buckle and his whole body seemed to throb in response.
"Roxanne—"
She took her hands from his belt entirely, placing them flat on the desk on either side of him. He made a noise of protest which turned into a gasp as she leaned down and licked over one of his nipples. Roxanne made a satisfied noise and did it again, then sucked lightly at it.
(holy hell; he'd always imagined that would feel good, but he'd never thought it would feel that good)
She moved to the other side, then reached up and rolled the first nipple beneath two fingers and Megamind moaned, hands jerking in his restraints.
Roxanane straightened up again and reached for his belt, finally—finally! unbuckling it. She traced over the button of his pants, then the line of his zipper, and the line of his sex throbbed beneath his clothes.
She didn't tease so long, this time, thank god, but flicked the button open and undid the zipper. Then she pulled apart the sides of the material, tugged his pants down slightly, exposing his sex to the cool air.
—and then she stopped again and looked at him, just looked at him, gaze sweeping up and down his body.
"Do you have any idea how hot you look like this?" she asked.
"Roxanne," Megamind said, shifting restlessly on the desk. "Roxanne, come on, please—"
"You did say that I should feel free to look, Megamind," she said, smirking at him.
"Yes, yes; looking is good," Megamind said, "but touching would be better."
"You're very mouthy for a captive," Roxanne said, arching an eyebrow.
"I learned from the best," Megamind said.
She grinned, clearly able to tell he'd meant that as praise. Then her gaze went to his sex again and she tilted her head thoughtfully.
God, that expression on her face—his sex ached for her to touch him, his tentacles, still held inside, twisting against each other.
"The tentacles," she said, "is that automatic? Do I just just need to turn you on more?"
"—it's—no, it's—voluntary," Megamind managed to say, "it's voluntary past a certain point, and you—I am more than turned on enough already; I just—" he stopped, his face heating.
"What?" Roxanne asked, watching his face, her tone somewhere between arch and honestly curious. "You just what?"
(oh god, his face must be absolutely fuchsia right now, he was blushing so hard)
"I—thought you might like to play with me like this, first," he said.
Roxanne's face lit up in a rather wicked expression.
"Really?" she drawled. "You thought I might want to? Or you wanted me to?"
"Um—I—both?"
Roxanne began, slowly, to smile.
"Ask me to," she said.
Megamind squirmed, caught between embarrassment and desire, mind twisted up by the inexplicable way that the embarrassment seemed to actually increase the desire.
"Please," he said.
Roxanne raised her eyebrows.
"Please what?" she said.
"Please, Roxanne," he said.
She gave him a pointed look.
"Please, Miss Ritchi."
Roxanne laughed, then clicked her tongue at him in admonition.
"Trying to cheat," she said, "you know that's not what I mean, Megamind."
Megamind made a face at her and she laughed again.
"Be a good boy and ask for what you want," she said, placing one hand flat on the desk and leaning over him, tracing the fingertips of her other hand lightly over his stomach.
(fuck fuck fuck oh god)
"Please will you finger me," Megamind said in a desperate rush, "Miss Ritchi," he added, feeling that it couldn't hurt.
"So polite!" Roxanne said delightedly, sliding her fingertips lower, brushing down the slick line of his sex.
She let just the tip of one finger slip between the edges of his sex, and then slid it up and down the line of him teasingly while he moaned in mingled pleasure and dismay.
"Like this?" Roxanne asked. "Do you like this?"
"I—yes," Megamind said, "but—ah—god, come on—"
Roxanne switched to teasing him with the tip of a different finger and made an inquiring noise. Megamind wriggled on the desk again, but there was little he could actually do in this position—with his wrists bound, he was unable to reach for her hand and pull it closer; and lying back on the desk like this, his feet didn't touch the ground, only the tips of his toes brushing against the floor, no way to get leverage.
"Please," Megamind said, "please, Roxanne—Miss Ritchi—please, please—"
"Just look at you," Roxanne said, in the triumphant tones of an evil monologue, "terrifying supervillain, tied up and half-naked and completely at the mercy of his damsel in distress—wet and desperate and begging to get fucked—"
"Yes—please, god, yes—"
"What would Metrocity think?" Roxanne said.
"That I'm lucky as fuck," Megamind gasped out, a bolt of desire going through him at hearing her say their city's name like that, like him, like she was the supervillain and he was her captive, and he was, wasn't he; god, he always had been—
Roxanne laughed, a delighted ripple of sound that made his tentacles writhe inside him even harder, and right now Megamind didn't care what people would think if they could see him like this, tied up and bent back over a desk with his clothes undone, vulnerable and needy and begging for it, didn't give a fuck what anyone would think.
"Please," he babbled, spreading his legs in shameless invitation, "please, Roxanne, please; I need it; I need your fingers inside me, Miss Ritchi; I need you to fuck me with them until I come; I need you to fuck me; fuck me and make me be good for you, please—"
Roxanne thrust two fingers into him and Megamind moaned, his sex pulsing, contracting reflexively around her, all of his tentacles twisting, trying to wind themselves around her fingers. She pulled her hand back, then pressed her fingers in again—again—again—setting up a rhythm.
When she added a third finger, Megamind sobbed, his back arching.
"There," she cooed at him, "good. Look at you, Megamind; you're so good."
Megamind panted for breath.
"I'm—not," he said, voice uneven.
"You are, though," she said. "You're so good. So very sweet."
"Not—sweet," Megamind said, his hips jerking, his body trying to find a way to fuck itself harder on Roxanne's fingers. "Not—"
"Oh, but you are," Roxanne said, voice rich with affection. "So very, very sweet. So very, very good. You can try to cover it up with spikes and leather all you like, Megamind, but I know you. I know how good you really are."
"—oh," he gasped.
Roxanne made a humming noise of approval and began to thrust her fingers inside him harder, faster, filling him up, pushing into the tangle of his tentacles, fucking him.
Pleasure rose in him, crested like a wave, and he let it break over him, let himself come, moaning, on Roxanne Ritchi's fingers, with her leaning over him, looking down at him, inside of him.
He panted for breath as his orgasm ended, then whimpered at the feeling of her fingers still inside him, his need for a second climax rising up in him even more quickly than usual. Roxanne slipped her fingers out of him and Megamind made an involuntary noise of distress.
"Are you okay?" Roxanne asked, looking concerned, and he had to give a breathless kind of laugh.
"Yes," he said, "fuck. I'm—"
She placed her hand flat on his stomach, still looking worried, and Megamind couldn't help arching into the touch of her hand and moaning.
"Please," he said. "God—don't—don't stop; don't just leave me like this—"
"Oh," Roxanne said, understanding dawning in her expression, "is the second orgasm has to be for you, not just can be?"
Megamind made a noise of affirmation and she stroked her hand over his stomach, making him moan again.
"How badly do you need it?"
Megamind laughed again at the tone of her voice—she sounded less as if she was teasing him and more as if she honestly wished to satisfy her curiosity about this particular quirk of his biology. God, he loved her.
"Extremely badly," he said. "Do you want me to beg again? Because I am very willing to beg again."
Roxanne laughed and gave him an arch look.
"Yes, you do beg very easily, don't you, Megamind?" she said. "And you do it so beautifully, too. I wasn't thinking of that, though, I was—would you be up for trying something—different?"
She gave him an uncertain look, her hand moving from his stomach to his hip.
"Almost definitely," Megamind said with a laugh, and she gave him a relieved smile and rubbed her thumb over the edge of his hipbone. Still held inside his body, his tentacles twisted and writhed, aching to be touched again. "What—ah—what did you have in mind?"
Roxanne bit her lip, a flush lighting up her cheeks, her gaze flicking away from his, and she hesitated, which really only increased his anticipation, god, was she doing that on purpose? She didn't look like she was even doing it on purpose. Did she have any idea how maddeningly gorgeous she was?
She glanced back at him, her eyes meeting his again.
"Do you maybe want to tie me up this time?" she asked quickly.
...to be continued.
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