Rumlow/Skye
Continues from Chapter 48, I Bid Your Soulmate.
As requested by Kat, B(Ao3), Lia, Diaz, EllaC., Annie, Val9, hopelesslygeeky, Liss_Howlett, Shingalala, lillyrosenight, Isla_Singer, alecksanduhrah, sagebows and shondasiamccoy.
Trigger warnings for this chapter: I do see Rumlow as very Dominant, so there's Dom/sub dynamics explored here within the context of the soulmate relationship. Hopefully I won't get it as horribly wrong as a certain EL James – and please, let me know if I do!
"I'd burn the fucking world down for your sake," Brock confessed raggedly, his forehead pressed to hers.
"I know. I promise I won't ask you to." Skye looked up into his eyes, an unusual shade of golden-brown, like expensive whisky. He lifted his head, nodded slowly. His thumbs were still caressing her cheeks gently.
"Good," Brock's mouth twisted in a small smile. "I'm pretty sure the other Avengers would try to stop me."
She smiled at his little joke, and he reached up, took her hands in his and guided her gently back to her seat.
"Please," he said quietly, "will you tell me about you? I want to get to know you."
He was easy to talk to, a good listener, free with information about himself in return, and somehow Skye wasn't surprised to find out that he'd grown up in foster care too. He was unapologetic about the fact that his mother had been a prostitute who died of a drug overdose, his father unknown, and by the time he ended up in the system he'd been an irredeemable little shit. He'd never stuck in any one place, had wound up on the streets, and a few years later a judge had given him a choice between adult jail or the military.
"It was the first discipline I'd ever had," Brock admitted. Skye was watching him, leaning her chin on her hand, her dark brown eyes intent on his face. He wanted to touch her, wanted to love her, wanted everything with her, but she'd need time first. Time to get to know him, to trust him. So he listened while she spoke, answered her questions, told her things he'd never told another soul. And when Coulson came back into the café, told her they had to go, Brock stood and gallantly held Skye's jacket for her to put on. His fingers just brushed the nape of her neck and she shivered before turning back to face him.
"Two minutes," Skye said to Coulson, who nodded and left them alone to say their farewells.
"I have something for you," Brock said, slipping a hand inside his jacket and removing the gift he'd bought for her from the inside pocket. He'd been hesitant to give it to her, considering what it symbolized, but – from everything she'd told him, her desire to belong matched his desperate need to have someone who was his, and only his. He mentally crossed his fingers and sent up a silent prayer to whatever gods might be listening as she took the flat black box from his hand.
"Thank you!" Skye said, delighted at the gesture, "that's so sweet of you!" The metal box was slim, no bigger than a business card case. She found the little finger catches on one side and popped it open.
Brock couldn't stand the silence as she looked into the box. He shoved his hands into his pocket, bit on the inside of his cheek until it bled. Did she understand? Would she be offended, would she turn and walk away…?
"Will you put it on me?" Skye asked softly, and he blew out the breath he'd been holding.
"You really want to wear it?"
"I can think of nothing I'd like better." Her eyes were soft and luminous as she gazed up at him, and he reached into the box and took out the necklace, his fingers shaking.
It looked like a simple lariat necklace, silver or platinum perhaps. Brock knew it was neither; Stark had made it for him from vibranium, to his exact specifications. The stone that appeared to be a cut crystal dangling from the thick loop at the end was actually a superbly cut, flawless diamond. It was a king's ransom he gently looped around Skye's neck, though she didn't know it. The weight of the diamond tugged the lariat tighter, making the necklace a delicate collar around her slender throat, and suddenly he couldn't breathe as she asked softly;
"Did you get me a leash, too?"
"Would you want one?" he managed to get out, his voice gruffer and deeper than usual.
"Oh yes," she whispered back, her eyes locked with his. "I've been waiting all my life for that one person I could trust to give myself over to completely. You completed that list, you made yourself an Avenger, all for me. Who could I ever trust more?"
Brock was so hard he didn't dare move or he was going to have an accident in his pants.
And then Coulson said behind him; "Skye, we have to go."
Skye's mouth tightened. "Coming, DC," she said, and she tucked the necklace inside her shirt. Where Brock knew the diamond would dangle between her breasts. Reaching up, she touched his lips lightly with her forefinger.
"Thank you," she said softly, "I'll call you as soon as I can get away."
He couldn't move for a solid five minutes after she'd left. It wasn't until Thor came in looking for him that he was able to regain a small semblance of his control.
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It was an agonizing few days to wait, for Brock. The other Avengers were well aware of what was going on and were at pains to try and keep him distracted, but there were no missions going on and he could only spar with Rogers and shoot with Barton for so many hours in a day. Stark tried to keep him busy by building him amusing new weapons, but nothing really kept his mind off Skye for very long.
Finally, he got a text message from an unknown number. Meet me at the Plaza. Tonight 7pm. Give your name at the front desk.
He didn't have any plans, but if he had he'd have blown them off without a second thought. He dithered like a kid on his first date, ended up going to Natasha and asking for her help to choose what to wear. He was quite sure that she was laughing at him behind his back, but she didn't to his face, and she did help him pick out some nice clothes, a dark green shirt with a thin gold pinstripe she claimed set off his eyes, black dress pants, polished black motorcycle boots and his favourite old black leather jacket. Looking him over critically, she nodded finally.
"You could stand to shave, though."
He rubbed at his chin thoughtfully, nodded. He'd shaved that morning but his stubble grew ridiculously fast, and Skye's skin was soft. Sensitive. He erased the thought as Natasha's eyebrows quirked at him.
"Thank you for your help," he said instead.
"Be gentle with her," was Natasha's parting shot as she left his apartment.
Brock was at the Plaza on time, ten minutes early to be exact. He headed for the front desk and gave his name, got an envelope in return. Walking away from the desk, he saw the receptionist lift the phone handset and grinned. Skye obviously had something planned.
Ripping open the envelope, he found a keycard and a slip of paper with a room number on it. Well, he was more than willing to play this game. He headed for the elevator with a quick, eager spring to his step.
Opening to door to the allotted room, he found a quiet, dimly lit apartment. The living area was straight ahead, tea-light candles on the low table the only light. There was a tray on the table with covered dishes; he lifted lids on a few, found tiny, bite-sized delicacies; chocolate-dipped strawberries, small savoury pastries, fresh sushi in an ice-dish. There was a bottle of champagne in an ice-bucket too, but no sign of Skye. The room was empty. Sliding doors to his right were closed; he reached out, opened them, and lost his breath.
Skye knelt on the floor in front of a big bed. Candles on the side tables and spaced around the room imbued her skin with a soft golden glow. She wore the most gorgeous lingerie set he'd ever seen, black lace teddy with a plunging neckline, garters holding up fishnet stockings, fine black lace thong panties barely covering her sex, revealing the soft pale globes of her buttocks. The necklace he'd given her was drawn close around her neck, the diamond glimmering between her breasts.
She looked up at him. Lifted one hand and took hold of the diamond, offered it up on her palm.
Brock stood immobile for a moment, utterly stunned. Finally he put his hand in his jacket pocket and took out the leash Stark had made to match the collar.
Skye's lips parted on a soft sigh and she leaned forward eagerly. The click of the leash was loud in the quiet room as it snapped onto the sturdy loop the diamond hung suspended from, the sound followed immediately by Skye's moan of satisfaction.
"There's my good girl," Brock said gently, and tugged lightly on the leash.
She came to him gladly. Laid her cheek against the outside of his thigh and rubbed against him like a cat, purring softly as he caressed her hair lightly.
"You may speak," Brock said then, realizing she was probably waiting for his permission.
"Master," Skye gasped out, "please, Master, tell me what you want from me? Tell me how to please you."
His long, strong hands stroked her hair, ran down to curve over her cheek, tip her chin up to look at him.
"You please me very much without even trying," he rumbled softly, smiling, and the smile she gave him in return was breathtaking. "Come," he tugged gently on the leash, and she followed him eagerly as he moved to a chair at the side of the room, turned it away from the small table, seated himself comfortably. "Stand up and turn around, let me look at you." He didn't let go of the leash as she slowly obeyed, and the shining metal glided smoothly over her skin.
"You're very lovely," Brock murmured, his eyes drinking her in. "Did you buy these things for me?"
Skye nodded shyly. "Do you like them, Master?"
"I adore them. You chose well." He looped the leash over his wrist, reached out to put his hands on her hips and draw her closer, parting his thighs and pulling her forward until her knees were right up against the chair, his legs pressing firmly against the outside of hers. He had a satchel slung over his shoulder, shrugged it off now and put it on the table. "I bought some things for you too." He nodded at the satchel. "Open it."
"Thank you, Master, but you already gave me this most beautiful gift," she reached up, touched the clasp where the leash connected to her lariat.
He pulled lightly, snugged the choke chain a little tighter around her neck. "I gave you an order." His voice was low and firm.
"Yes, Master!" her dark brown eyes opened wide and she reached for the satchel instantly, opening it. Brock reached out and tipped the bag up, spilling the contents onto the table.
"Ohhhh," Skye whispered as she stared at the gifts he'd brought for her. Beautifully tooled leather cuffs. A silk blindfold. A feather tickler – a set of anal plugs – a silver bullet – a larger vibrator with rabbit ears – adjustable nipple clamps – a cat o'nine tails with soft suede leather strips – a short coil of soft cotton rope. Her eyes slid back to Brock, pupils flared huge with desire. "Oh please."
"What do you want, angel?" He slid a hand around her waist, drew her to sit on his knee. She leaned into him trustingly, curving her body against his, tucking her head under his chin.
"All of it," Skye whispered, trying not to faint with delight from the sheer comfort of his embrace. He was so warm and so strong, his scent surrounding her, leather and spice, making her head spin with need. "I want all of it. All of you."
"Greedy little thing, aren't you?" he stroked his big hand along her thigh. "But you already know I'd find a way to get you the moon if you asked for it, don't you, angel?"
Skye made no response. Only nuzzled her face closer against his neck, brought one hand up shyly to caress at his skin at the open collar of his shirt. She could feel how hard he was through the thin material of his dress pants, hot and thick against her hip. Rejoiced in the way his breath hitched slightly.
"May I?" she whispered quietly, toying with the top fastened button.
"Yes." His voice had dropped. Thickened. She could almost taste his hunger as she slipped the button free, reached for the next, leaning back slightly to give herself room to unfasten them all the way down. Finally she had them all open, spread his shirt and jacket back, gazing with pleasure at his thickly muscled chest, his hard, lean body.
"I'm so lucky," Skye said quietly, "I feel so honoured, to be soulmate to an Avenger."
"I'm only an Avenger because of you, angel. It's me who's the lucky one." He stood suddenly, easily, taking her with him, hefted in his powerfully muscular arms. Stepped forward to lay her down on the bed before shrugging out of his shirt and jacket, throwing them carelessly aside. "You are the most beautiful sight I've ever been privileged to lay eyes on," he rumbled, feasting his gaze on her.
Skye smiled up at him. "I'm yours, Brock," she said. "All yours."
He clenched his fists. Glad he'd taken precautions this time, because she affected him too strongly. Moving back, he glanced at the table. Picked up the blindfold and leather cuffs, smiled as he heard Skye's gasp of anticipation behind him.
"On your knees," he ordered, and she obeyed at once, putting her hands behind her.
Brock put the cuffs on first, testing that they weren't too tight, wouldn't chafe her wrists. They were padded with the softest lambswool; he'd made them for her himself. A simple clip secured them together at the small of her back. He followed with the blindfold, highest quality black silk.
"I'm not going to gag you," he said softly, running his finger along her lower lip. "I like to hear the sounds you'll make. You can make as much noise as you want, Skye, say anything you like. Tell me your safeword."
She laughed. "I won't need a safeword!"
"You might. This could get pretty intense." He leaned in and kissed her, slow and hot, tongue caressing her mouth. She was panting and shivering when he pulled back, and he said "Traffic lights, then. Red for stop, yellow for slow down, green for all good, yes?"
"Yes, yes, green, please, more!"
"Sshh." Carefully, he moved around behind her, taking the leash around to the back of her neck. Removed it from his wrist and wound it around her cuffs, tugging until her back was just a little arched, her head tipped back slightly. "All right?" he checked.
"Green," Skye moaned. She could feel her slick soaking through her panties, wetting her thighs.
"My angel," Brock murmured deeply, before getting off the bed and moving back to the table. He paused for a moment, deliberately rattled a couple of things making his selection. Heard a needy whine from Skye and smiled.
How could he be so patient? Skye was getting more frantic by the second, couldn't understand how Brock didn't feel the same way. How he hadn't already stripped her bare and fucked hard into her. She keened as she felt him get back onto the bed, kneel behind her, felt his warm breath on her neck a moment before he kissed her there, tongue and teeth seeking out the most sensitive spots. Skye moaned and rolled her head to the side to give him better access, her moan deepening as the movement tugged on her choke chain.
Big hands cupped over her breasts, plucked the lace down a little to reveal her nipples. Brock rumbled in his throat as he squeezed the swollen, aching buds lightly in his fingertips. Skye panted, leaning her head back against his shoulder and arching a little further into his touch. Unable to see, she could only feel him, hear his softly murmured words of praise as she responded.
"Please," she whimpered, and there was a sudden cold pinch at her right nipple.
"Tell me if it's too tight," Brock growled against her neck.
"N-no – oh God," as he let go and she realized the clamp was weighted. She shuddered, and he steadied her with a firm hand against her upper stomach, pressing her shoulders back against his chest.
"Colour."
"G-green – please do the other one."
"Impatient little minx." He nipped at her throat lightly, licked her earlobe. "So lovely. I wish you could see yourself. Next time, we're doing this in front of a mirror, without the blindfold."
She sobbed at the thought of seeing him looming large and dark and so tender behind her, his powerful hands incredibly gentle as he attached the other nipple clamp.
"I'm going to make you come now," Brock whispered in Skye's ear, and she gave a little wail. "Just let go for me, angel." He picked up the little silver bullet vibrator he'd laid on the bed, took it around to her front. Both hands over her groin, he plucked her thong gently aside, switched on the bullet and positioned it carefully before putting her panties back in place and pressing his hand over them.
Skye's breath came out in a little scream, her thighs clenched around his hand, and he felt a gush of slick as she came hard, her lithe body convulsing in his grip. He didn't let up the pressure, though, keeping the bullet in place and holding onto her tightly until she came a second time.
"Y-yellow," Skye sobbed as his hand didn't move and the bullet began to feel painful against her over-sensitized clit.
At once Brock eased back on his grip. Let the bullet drop away from her, though held by her panties, it still touched her lightly. She whined and writhed, and he popped the bullet out and switched it off.
"You meant red, Skye. Use the right word."
"I'm sorry, Master," she panted.
Brock dropped the bullet aside, eased his hand into Skye's panties instead. She was slick and soaking, his fingers gliding easily over swollen, throbbing flesh. Very slowly, he pushed two fingers deep into her core, his thumb caressing lightly over her clit at the same time.
"Please," Skye babbled, "please, please, please, Brock, Master, I need you to fuck me. I need it. I need you."
He groaned, his control utterly shot. Glanced at the other toys on the table. Later, he told himself. Plenty of time for all that. He needed to possess Skye now, to feel her small body wrapped around his, hear her breathy cries as he claimed her for his own.
"I got you, angel," he reassured quietly. Slipping his hand out of her panties, kissing her neck to soothe her when she cried out with loss, he reached down and released the clip securing her wrist cuffs together, taking the strain off the leash at the same time.
Skye gasped with loss, her body dropping forward, her hands clawing behind her, desperate to touch him, but he was already anticipating what she needed, flipping her to her back, pulling away the blindfold and coming down atop her. She was able to wrap her arms around him and cling to his broad shoulders, anchor herself to him.
Brock kissed her, tongue tracing her lips before plunging between them hard, mimicking what he planned to do to her body with his cock very shortly. Skye clutched at him and made needy sounds in her throat, rubbing her crotch against his groin. Probably soaking the front of his pants, not that he gave a shit about that.
"Gotta get my pants off, angel," he mumbled between kisses. "You wanna take all this off?" he plucked at the lacy teddy. Couldn't be all that comfortable, he thought.
"Whatever you want," Skye gasped out, gazing up at him. He was magnificent, hugely muscled and darkly menacing, but his expression was tender as he stared down at her.
"You're beautiful – incredible – in it, but I want to see all of you. Want all that soft skin on mine."
"Take it off then," Skye pleaded, and he nodded, his eyes still on hers. Took his time moving back and reaching for her suspenders first, unclipping them and rolling off her stockings one at a time, taking the momentary slowdown as a good opportunity to try and get back his breath, his control.
Only, the more of her soft, creamy skin he exposed, the more difficult that was. She'd waxed herself bare for him, which he'd certainly felt with his hand in her panties, but the sight of her all wet and pink and needy for him as she lifted her hips eagerly to let him remove the last scraps of lace covering her – well, it would have taken a stronger man than Brock Rumlow to resist pushing his face into her crotch, lapping thirstily, drinking the sweet nectar of her arousal.
Skye's hands came down to clutch at his hair as his hot tongue laved her clit, running her fingers into the thick black strands she held on tightly, gasping out his name.
"So delicious, angel," Brock mumbled, curling his tongue up into her pussy, his upper lip worrying lightly at her clit. The vibrations of his voice travelled straight through Skye to her core, making her shudder and tug at his hair frantically.
"Please," she begged.
He smiled against her and lifted his head, nuzzled at her thigh a moment before moving away, sitting on the end of the bed to remove his boots and pants. "Do you want me to use a condom?" he asked quietly. "I've been tested, I'm clean."
"No, it's fine, I'm safe," Skye couldn't bear the thought of even that little barrier between them. She reached out her arms to him imploringly, and, as he turned back towards her, gasped, because he was wearing a cock ring. He looked huge, impressively erect, flushed deeply red with arousal.
"Had to, angel," Brock grinned as he saw her wide eyes, "or I'd've embarrassed myself."
She had to smile as he leaned back down over her, pressed a kiss to one swollen, aching nipple before gently releasing the weighted clamp.
"Oh God, oh God," Skye arched helplessly. "Nn, nn!" she degenerated to wordless whimpers as he removed the other, suckled the throbbing nub gently into his mouth. She clutched at him frantically, trying to pull him up over her, into her, trying to get as much of her skin as she could in contact with him. Finally, blessedly, he moved, pushing up between her thighs, thick blunt tip intruding into the wet mouth of her passage making her sob with relief.
She was so small, and though he'd aroused her thoroughly she was still tight, a rippling clamp of slippery-wet internal muscles on his already agonizingly swollen cock. But the leather straps were tight enough around his balls that he couldn't come, not yet; he'd have to release them first and he wasn't ready to do that, wanted to feel Skye come on him first. Which wouldn't take long at all, he suspected; as he slowly pushed deep inside her, she was quivering and clutching at him, making little breathy plaintive mewling sounds.
"I got you," he gritted, "I got you, my angel."
"Yes," Skye almost yowled it.
"My angel," Brock realized what he'd said, why she reacted that way. "Mine," it was a low, possessive growl as he pressed his face against her neck, grabbed the chain there in his teeth and yanked lightly. "Mine!" as he began to thrust his hips, long swift strokes plunging in and out of Skye, driving her up hard and fast. She screamed, a long, high, wordless ululation, tightening around him until he just about saw stars.
He slowed his pace, dropped back to gentle little thrusts, waiting for her to come down, slowly stilling to a stop, pressed deep inside her. Filling her. Possessing her.
"So good," Skye whimpered, and he smiled, leaning forward to kiss her swollen lips.
"I have so much more for you, my angel."
"Yours," she whispered, giving herself over to him with such utter trust he felt humbled and awed by it.
"Gonna make you all mine," he told her huskily, kissing her again between words. "Fill you up with my come and put my scent all over you. Put my marks on you, make sure every man who sees you knows you belong to someone."
She was beyond speech, beyond rational thought. Could only cry out desperately as he eased back a little way, putting a hand between them, behind to unsnap the straps tight around his balls.
Brock groaned as the pressure eased. He wouldn't be able to hold out long now, would be on the verge of climax in moments, so he moved his hand up a little way and started scissoring his fingers over Skye's clit.
She hadn't really come down from the last orgasm, was still coasting along on an incredible high as Brock spoke his deliciously possessive words. His fingers on her clit absolutely shattered her, raw primal sounds bursting out of her as the most powerful orgasm she'd ever experienced ripped her apart.
Brock lost himself completely as Skye tremored under him, juices squirting over his fingers and the base of his cock – no, it wasn't Skye tremoring, it was him, his whole body quaking as vibrations suddenly rippled through him from her hands on his shoulders, an astonishingly pleasurable sensation.
Much later he would realize that her power had matched itself to the natural frequency of his body in her moment of extremity, but at the time all he knew was that he'd never felt such mind-blowing ecstasy. He stiffened, hot streams of his seed blasting up from his balls through his cock and jetting deep inside Skye, Brock's eyes rolling back in his head as he groaned gutturally, his hands holding Skye's hips tightly.
They clung to each other, Brock slowly dropping to his elbows, keeping the bulk of his weight off Skye but still pressed against her along the full length of their bodies. She sighed with happiness, stroking his thick dark hair at the back of his head, happier than she'd ever been in her life, because at last, at long last, she was utterly sure that she truly belonged to someone, this darkly handsome, powerful man who'd proven that he would do anything for her sake before he even laid eyes on her.
And they hadn't even bonded yet! She moaned softly at the thought.
"Am I crushing you, angel?" Brock reared back to look down at her.
"No! No, I like your weight on me. I was just – thinking about bonding with you." She said it a little shyly, but holding his gaze, saw his eyes darken and his lips curve into a hungry smile.
"We'll get to that," he promised darkly. "This – this was just to take the edge off. I'm afraid you made anything resembling rational thought leak right out of my mind when I walked in and saw you kneeling there."
Skye giggled at that, and he leaned down and kissed her soundly. "You're a delightful little minx. I can see I shall have my hands full keeping you in line."
She fluttered her eyelashes and smirked, deliberately tightening her pelvic floor muscles to squeeze on his still half-hard cock deep inside her, causing him to growl deep in his chest.
"Think you're up to the challenge, Brock?" Skye teased.
"I will most definitely be up for the challenge." Gently, he shifted his balance to take his weight on one arm, hooked a finger through her necklace and tugged. "Because you're mine, angel. And whatever I have to do to remind of you of that? I will make sure I do."
She touched his forearm, tanned, scarred, corded with muscle. The black words written along it in her loopy script. "I know you will."
He eased back from her slowly, slipping out of her. Got off the bed with easy grace and went back to the living area, returning with the bottle of champagne in one hand, a single glass in the other. He made a second trip to return with the tray of delicacies.
"Mm," Skye sat up, pulling a sheet around her, and reached for a piece of sushi. Brock smacked her hand lightly.
"Oh no you don't, missy."
She gave him huge eyes, and he grinned and picked up the sushi himself. "Let me feed you."
"Ohhh," Skye melted. Took the morsel from his fingers, her eyes closing with bliss. "Thank you, Master," she murmured after she'd chewed and swallowed, glancing up at him through her lashes. He fed her another bite without comment, reached to open the champagne, poured a glass and brought it to her lips. She sipped, looking at him over the rim, watched as he drank too.
Brock fed Skye from his hand, several more morsels before she asked "Aren't you hungry too?"
"Mm-hm," he nodded agreement. Smiled wickedly. "But I don't like the plates."
Skye's brow furrowed in confusion, and then she gasped as he pressed her gently to lie down, stripped the sheet off her with an easy sweep of his hand, and set a piece of sushi on the upper slope of her left breast. He took his time eating it off her, sucking a slow hickey into her skin afterwards, making Skye writhe and moan beneath him.
"Hm," Brock smiled and reached for a chocolate-dipped strawberry, flicking it tantalizingly over Skye's lower lip before removing it, tracing it down between her breasts, making slow circles over her stomach until the chocolate began to melt against her skin. "Bite," he told Skye, holding the strawberry to her lips again, and as she ate it he bent his head and slowly licked away the trail of chocolate he'd left behind.
She was writhing and panting with need by the time he'd eaten another piece of sushi off her, off her other breast this time, and he smirked darkly down at her. "You need keeping busy while I eat, angel. Come here."
She didn't resist as he pulled her up the bed, pulled her hands one on each side of the post that secured the headboard to the bed in the centre, clipped the cuffs she was still wearing back together. Watched him as he went to the table, returned with the bottle of lube, the soft cotton rope – and the rabbit-eared vibrator.
"Oh God," Skye said, wide-eyed, and he grinned and knelt between her legs.
"Remember those safe words, angel."
"Y-yes," she panted as he lubed the vibrator up and inserted it slowly inside her. But he hadn't switched it on yet, and Skye blinked as he reached for the rope. Suddenly she realised what he planned to do. "I don't know, Brock…"
"Safe words," he told her as he efficiently bound her legs together from the knees up, adjusting the vibrator to sit snugly between her thighs.
"Green," she whispered at last as he finished securing the knots and sat back to look at her.
"Good girl," Brock praised quietly, laid a small savoury pastry on her stomach and bent to eat it off her. As he licked crumbs off her skin, he stealthily flicked a button on the remote control concealed in his palm.
Skye yelped as the vibrator began to twitch inside her suddenly, an irregular rhythm. Brock chuckled against her stomach, flicked another switch, and the rabbit ears began to tickle and tease at her clit.
Brock sat back, reached for the champagne glass. Sipped and relaxed, watching Skye moan and writhe, unable to get away from the teasing, tantalising movements of the toy secured inside her. Wetting his finger in the champagne, he traced it over her lips lightly, smiling as she tried to lick and suck at his finger.
"Please," Skye whimpered. The vibrator's movements were too slow, too irregular, she couldn't come. "Please, I need more."
"All you had to do was ask, angel." He turned a dial on the remote control. "Though you should be careful what you wish for."
Skye yowled as the toy began to buzz insistently; the orgasm was fast and forced and the sensation too intense as she started to come down. "Red, red!" she panted frantically.
"Good girl," Brock praised, hitting a button. Everything stopped and Skye gasped with relief, her breaths quick and hard as Brock released the rope, slipped the vibrator out of her, unclasped her hands and drew her into his arms. She lay against his chest, recovering slowly as he stroked her hair, hummed soothingly to her, his hands gentle as he petted and stroked her, whispering softly possessive words of praise.
"I want the bond," Brock said quietly when he felt Skye was calm. "I need to know without the words when it's getting to be too much for you. I – I can't take it when it's too much for you." It had been horrible for him to realise that the pleasure had tipped over into pain for her. He needed to know faster, needed not to have to wait for her to safeword out.
"Ummm," she murmured languidly, feeling incredibly safe and warm in his arms. "Yes. Yes please. They're on the back of my thigh, high up."
"I saw them," he agreed. Just under the curve of her ass. And he knew exactly how he wanted to fuck her for the words to meet. Getting off the bed, drawing her with him gently, he sat down in the chair he'd occupied first, with her sitting in his lap. It was a sturdy padded chair without arms, making it easy for Skye to straddle his lap while facing him, the diamond on her necklace dangling between them. He took her leash in his hand and tugged lightly, pulling her closer, before looping it loosely around his neck to tether them together and taking her hips in his hands, lifting her up and straight down to impale her on his erection, thrusting deep on the first pass.
"Brock!" Skye wailed his name, clutching at his shoulders.
"Skye," he gritted in return, holding her steady for a moment. "Are you ready?"
"Y-yes," she was getting her breath back, but still clung to him. "Please."
He leaned forward to capture her lips, kissed her hungrily. Nipped lightly at her plump lower lip, making her keen into his mouth as he began to lift and lower her on his cock, the muscles of his arms and chest rippling as he moved her easily. The orgasm built fast, despite it being his second time tonight; Skye felt too good wrapped around him, the noises she made as he fucked deep into her the sweetest music to his ears.
"Brock," Skye sobbed, clawing at his shoulders, pressing frantic kisses against his mouth. "Please. So close. Please."
He shifted his grip with one hand, hefted her a little higher and slid his forearm under her ass.
They both cried out in astonishment as the bond exploded into being between them, forged in ecstasy, binding them together for all time, the mutual need only the other could fulfil utterly satisfied at long last.
"Mine," Brock groaned against Skye's lips, his hips jerking as he spurted deep inside her, and she gasped;
"Yours," in return, clinging to him like a limpet, her body clenching hard around him, leaving her wrung out and limp when the storm of sensation passed, collapsed in the safety of his arms as he held her close.
He finally understood, now, what it was to have a bonded soulmate. It felt as though a part of him that he'd never known was missing had finally clicked into place, felt as though for the first time in his life he was whole. And it was all down to the small, slender woman in his arms, her cheek resting on his shoulder, her breaths quick and light on his neck. He never wanted to let her go. Not for a single minute.
"My angel," Brock said softly against Skye's hair, and she tightened her hold on him. Her fingers snagged on the leash looped lightly around his neck and she caught hold of it, tugged lightly to tighten the chain that bound them together. The collar and leash he had given her went both ways; it symbolised his possession of her, but it was Skye's choice to wear it and she did so with pride, certain now that he was worthy of her utmost trust.
"I love you," she whispered back, the words inadequate for the all-encompassing emotions she felt for him, but knowing that he would understand the sentiment behind them, just as she had understood what he was truly asking when he first offered her the necklace.
His lips were warm and tender against hers, his strong hands gentle as he stroked her back, her hair, and from somewhere he found the four words that truly expressed what she meant to him.
"You are my everything."
WELL. I just wrote over 6,000 words of RumSkye fluff and smut and even more smut and a bit of BDSM thrown in there – in one day. And now I'm off to convince my husband that it's in his best interests to go to bed early tonight. Enjoy the rest of your day, darlings!
Next one up will be Jemma/Matt Murdock, as voted for by Elliesmeow, Wynn, darklou91, Greennonmonster, nancy, Mariana + SarahJaneDoctor, Chey, .kawaii, Pleeeeease, SarahJaneDoctor, Vassy11, boater, Kat, YviJoy, Val9, Annie, superhero_heart, AsSheGropesMyKnee , JocastaSilver and Rilesta! Phew! Apparently quite a few of you want to read Matt feeling his way around his soulmate – I shall do my best but it's going to be a couple of days at least as I have Visitors at the moment, sorry.
After that, the list currently stands as follows:
Hunter/Rumlow
Jemma/Quicksilver
Skye/Johnny Storm
Pyro/Iceman/Jemma
Skye/Logan
Steve/Bucky/Sif
Bucky/Fitz
Skye/Peter Parker
Jean/Scott/Skye
Rumlow/Beth
Bucky/Sif
Skye/Wanda
Skye/Iceman
May/Natasha
Clint/Hunter
Skye/Pyro
Bucky/Bobbi
Clint/Rumlow
Skye/Cyclops
Darcy/Hunter
Bucky/Jemma/Steve
Jemma/Logan
Skye/Darcy
Skye/Natasha
Skye/Hogun
Angel/Skye/Sam
Jemma/Angel
Rogue/Fitz
Jemma/Deadpool
Jemma/Fandral
May/Heimdall
Clint/Wanda
Thor/Ororo
Steve/Wanda
Skye/Heimdall
Thor/Skye
Jemma/Bruce
Jemma/Clint
May/Tony
Steve/Jane
Logan/Phil C
Sam Wilson/Skye
Jemma/Hogun
Fitz/Sif
Bucky/Kitty
Bucky/Jane
Fitz/Natasha
Rumlow/Ward
Fitz/Wanda
Skye/Colossus
Sam/Beth
As the list is out of control I am not accepting new nominations until I've whittled it down a bit, though I did add the ones that got screamed for as I wrote new Shorts. Feel free to keep voting for which ones you want to see next (ONE vote PER chapter), though, but remember you can't vote twice for the same one, and I AM keeping track – just ask me if you can't remember which ones you've voted for already!