"A part 2? I like the idea of April treating him like a toy. I would like to see a story where he has to follow her comends and he gets punished if he dosent. *hides in shadows*" ~ Buttergriffin332. We were all thinking it, and you just said it.
"Ropes and Bounds (continued)"
"April?" he squeaked as she walked into his lab wearing skin-tight clothes that might as well of been painted on. April smirked, locking the door behind her and peeling her shirt from her body; Donnie whimpered at the sight of her bare breasts.
"Stand." she commanded, and he complied, his eyes wide and his arousal becoming evident. "Undress." she looked him over, biting her lip. He didn't have to be told twice, his hands moving in practiced skill to remove his gear and mask. In a matter of seconds he was as naked as the day he was hatched (or rather mutated). The rest of her clothing came off then, falling to a puddle on the floor next to her shirt.
"Ap..April?" he spoke again, his breath coming out in ragged gasps.
"Come here," she pointed to the ground a few feet in front of her. His footsteps were apprehensive as he walked toward her tentatively. He stopped where she had pointed, avoiding eye contact. "Look at me." and so he did, a blush spreading across his face. She walked towards him, placing her hands on his plastron, feeling his heartbeat.
"Don't move," she whispered, reaching behind him and untucking his tail. His arm twitched and he let out a gasp, his eyes closing as he focused on containing the throbbing below. She let go of him then, walking in circles around him as if she was stalking her prey. She dropped to her knees with a thud! behind him, taking his tail between her lips and sucking hard.
"Oh god, April!" he couldn't keep her name from falling from his lips. His fists clenched and unclenched as he tried hard to remain still. She let his tail go with a pop! and stood back up, walking around to the front of him again. She reached down to ghost her hands over the bulge at his lower plastron, delighting in his soft hiss of pleasure. She heard a Japanese curse word slip from his lips followed by her name. She smiled to her self, pressing against him with more force.
"Drop down." her voice was like honey as he let the relief of freeing himself wash over him with a sigh. He grunted as she encased his hard member in her hand. It always seemed to astound him, the feeling of something so soft on something so hard. She let out a happy little hum as his hips reared back slightly. "Don't move." she repeated herself as he bucked towards her hand.
He let out a growl, grabbing her shoulders and pinning her against his table. He rammed into her at his on pace, for his own pleasure. He'd be punished for this later, he knew, but he couldn't stop himself.
A/N: Always with the lazy endings.. Also, Buttergriffin332, I got your other request for this oneshot that you posted a couple of days ago. I'm sorry it took me so long to write, but I always go in order that I get them.