Nesta sighed and glanced across at the clock, thirty minutes until Cassian's meeting ended, thirty minutes until he got home all riled up from dealing with the Illyrian camp lords, thirty minutes for her to prepare. She smiled to herself, indulging in a glance in the mirror before moving, she wasn't usually quite this daring, Cassian had never seen her in anything so scandalous, but then again her clothes usually disappeared quickly. But he'd like this new set she'd bought yesterday whilst pretending to be looking for a present for Elain's birthday, she already had one, but he didn't know that. She'd taken pains to match the crimson exactly to her mate's siphons, and she was rather pleased with herself, it looked as if his magic was surrounding her, just about covering her breasts, lifting them slightly, then diving down her body, twisting from one side to the other until it was loosely tied around a lacy belt, before joining together and falling as a sort of skirt to conceal her sex, whilst still leaving it exposed. Yes, she'd done very well with this, she'd be surprised if he didn't make her suffer for teasing him with it.
The clock ticked, shit, she only had twenty minutes now, Nesta launched herself into action, sucking in a breath as the plug already in her ass moved inside her. She took a few breaths, then released a chain from where it was concealed in the ceiling. She could almost see him standing there in the doorway, leaning on the doorframe, running his gaze up and down her body, that annoying sexy look in his eyes, so uniquely Cassian that she'd never seen it replicated anywhere else, never. She knew he'd be fed up and annoyed when he got back, but that he would freeze the moment he saw her, his anger turning to arousal. She rubbed her thighs together, she'd wasted another five minutes now. What had she forgotten? She ran through a mental checklist, nothing, she'd even set out her favorite blindfold, and Cassian's favorite gag, among other toys, in case he wanted to use them.
Everything was ready, she reached up to pull the chain down a little, checking the length was correct before slipping her wrists into the padded cuffs hanging down. Once she had clasped the cuffs, the magic of the chain shortened it, lifting her onto her toes. She squeaked in surprise, she'd always thought it was Cassian doing that. Still, she did know how the magic worked, it wouldn't let her go, not until Cassian, only Cassian, manually released her, or she said her safeword, beyond that, not even the power of High Lords would unclasp the cuffs. She shifted her weight from foot to foot, anticipation gnawing at her as she rubbed her thighs together again.
He was late, only by three minutes, but still late, and Nesta sighed when the front door slammed shut and she heard Cassian's footsteps on the stairs, then the landing, then right outside the bedroom. She was right, he froze the moment he threw the door open, his eyes practically devouring her as he casually leaned against the doorframe, right as she'd imagined, with that annoying smirk,
"Alright, sweetheart?"
"Get over here."
"I just got home, aren't you going to ask me how the meeting went?" He feigned shock, laughing as Nesta shifted on her feet again, the pressure from the plug so much more now that she was on her toes,
"How was your meeting?" She relented, the quicker she played his game, the quicker he'd give up and give her what she wanted,
"Shit. You know what they're like, it's so," he smiled as he searched for the right word, and locked eyes with her as he grinned, "Frustrating." Nesta rolled her eyes, and her mouth dropped open in disbelief when real magic stopped her from moving any more, not the illusion she'd created, he was actually using his magic on her now. "But I think you can help with that, can't you, Nes?"
"Yes." She gasped, "Please,"
"Good girl," he murmured, pushing off the wall and stalking across to her, and she tried to look over her shoulder at him as he circled behind her, but he pushed her chin back forwards, "You look ravishing," he whispered, running a hand over her shoulder,
"Then you know what to do with me," she managed, keeping her voice surprisingly steady, but he ignored her,
"Why aren't you wearing your collar?" Shit, she had forgotten something,
"I forgot," she squeezed her eyes shut as he vanished from behind her, the rummaging in the drawer behind her sending her heart into a gallop, she hadn't gotten out any impact toys, maybe he was going to spank her now as punishment,
"shhh, shhh," he muttered, "Steady," the collar, that was all he'd gone to get, and Nesta tipped her head back to let him fasten it around her neck, "There, now you're mine."
"I'm always yours." He chuckled, and slipped the blindfold over her eyes,
"Oh, I know." He stepped round in front of her, and tipped her chin upwards, angling her face towards his. Nesta opened for him the moment his lips touched hers, gods she could never get enough of this, enough of him, he was everything she'd ever dreamed about and more. Every kiss was like the very first, the raw love barreling into her took her breath away every time, and she moaned into his mouth, tears welling in her eyes. She panted for breath when he released her mouth, hardly thinking when he gripped her chin again, tugging her mouth open. She swallowed obediently when he spat in her mouth, gasping when he pulled her mouth open yet again. The gag, oh, she shouldn't have even gotten it out, she twisted her head, trying to pull away, but he gripped her face, holding her still as he slid it between her teeth. Tears welled again as the ball struck the back of her throat, making her cough and choke, but Cassian just held it still until she could take it properly, leaving her mouth pinned wide open, but rendering her silenced. He gently ran a finger along her jaw, then down her neck, tracing the collar around her throat before stepping back.
The silence was unnerving, she couldn't tell where he was, if he was even standing next to her any more. Her head shot up at the rasp of talons on the wooden floorboards as he circled back around behind her. She shook her head from side to side, trying to dislodge the blindfold, to get any slight glimpse of him, of what he was doing. Broad hands slid around her waist, tugging her back against him, and she gripped the chains above her head, just to hold on to something, anything. Cassian chuckled behind her,
"How long were you waiting like this, sweetheart?" Nesta tried to speak, but all she could manage was a weak whimper through the gag, "All tied up and desperate, gods you're soaked," she wriggled against him as he swept a finger through her sex, and nipped at the skin of her neck, making her head collapse backwards. She tried to grind down onto his hand, but he held her still, "You see how your body responds to me, one touch and you're practically shaking." She wasn't shaking, much. Still, she scowled. He snorted with laughter, and pinched her nose, making her wriggle and struggle to get away, until she collapsed against him, and he finally let go, "That's better," he murmured, "Good girl," she'd meant to be annoyed but the praise always made her weak, and she dropped her head back onto his shoulder, letting him gently stroke up and down her ribs, across her stomach, and back to her ribs before slowly, carefully undoing the ties behind her, letting all the lace and silk fall, leaving her breasts completely exposed.
Cassian stepped away again, but returned moments later, tugging Nesta against his now-bare chest, one hand pinning her waist still, the other trailing up her skin, and her breath caught when he reached her breasts. He gently rubbed a nipple, then harder, earning a moan loud enough to escape past the gag. Nesta was already trembling, and she knew Cassian had noted it, she cursed herself for reacting so much to him, he'd hardly touched her, and she was already desperate. She ground her hips backwards against him, finding him hard against her ass,
"How should I take you tonight, Nesta?" He whispered in her ear, one finger sliding down her belly, slipping through her sex, "Here?" She nodded desperately, and he moved away, his finger moving to circle her ass, gently pulling at the plug "Or here?" She nodded again, she didn't care, she just wanted, needed his cock inside her. He kept moving the plug just enough to make her squirm, but not enough to offer any kind of release. Tears pricked her eyes again, "Stop that," he muttered, "Or I'll have to give to you something to really cry about."
Nesta froze, and whimpered softly when he tugged a little harder on the plug, before shoving it back into her. She squirmed again, trying to twist out of his grip as he rocked it back and forth, he held her still, pulling it out a little further, and she squealed. It had hurt when she'd forced it in, and her breathing sped up now as he slid it almost all the way out of her, stretching her to the threshold of pain. She squirmed in his grasp, dropping limp when he forced back in all the way. Each movement of the plug was pure torture, not enough, it wasn't enough, and she really was going to cry if he didn't do something more. She grabbed onto the chain, and screamed, but only partially in pleasure when he finally pulled it out. He didn't make any move to leave though, and she whimpered in fear when she felt it pushing against her ass again. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to ignore the pain-edged pleasure as he slowly, slowly pushed it back into her, before starting to fuck her with it in earnest,
"You can't even handle this, it's too big for you?" Nesta nodded, drool now dripping out of her mouth as she squirmed again, "How can you possibly hope to handle me then? Did you think about me when you put this in? Did you think about me filling that tight little ass?" Nesta moaned at the promise in those words, and Cassian finally pulled the plug away, painlessly this time. He tossed it aside, and circled back in front of her, a hand walking down her body to her sex, "I think I'll fuck you here first though." He leaned closer, kissing along her neck, her jaw, his hands still exploring her body. Still, it took her by surprise when he quickly pulled the remaining silk away, and shortened the chain, so that she couldn't reach the floor at all, she whimpered, hanging still, forced to wait for him.
She pulled herself up a bit, holding on to the chain, her breathing coming fast and shallow now. Cassian traced a finger along her jaw and released the straps of the gag, tossing it aside, and she gulped down air, panting even as he squeezed her waist, kissing along her jaw, then her face, until he reached her mouth, kissing her deep and hard while he unbuckled his belt. Nesta moaned into his mouth as he kicked his pants off, and wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer into her, deepening the kiss. She nipped at his bottom lip, and laughed at his groan, a hand sliding into her hair and tugging, hard. She gasped, and he held her head still, his tongue still moving alongside her own, gentle, but claiming at the same time.
Slowly his hands trailed down her side, moving to cup her ass, to hold her up, releasing the pressure on her wrists, and she kissed his shoulder, moving up his neck, along his jaw as he lined himself up with her. She dropped her head into his shoulder when he slammed into her in one go, letting out a long moan,
"Cass," she whispered, gripping the chain above her head tighter as he slowly pulled out of her only to slam back in to the hilt, again and again. She moaned at each movement, and hooked her feet together behind his back, she needed him close, and he knew it. He cradled her head with one hand, holding her up with the other as he thrust into her, their combined moans breaking the silence around them. Nesta buried her face in Cassian's shoulder, rubbing the blindfold away until she could look up and see him. His hair was messy, the leather tie almost falling out with every thrust he made into her, and his eyes were blown with lust. She met his gaze, and he grinned, slamming his hips against hers particularly hard, making her see stars,
"Wait." He demanded,
"But-"
"You wait for me," Nesta gaped at him, he couldn't be serious, he'd teased her, touched her slowly, and now he wanted her to hold off her climax, she wouldn't do it. "Nesta," he warned, feeling her start to clench around him, "Wait." Only the pure command in that tone made her force herself to stop, and he raised an eyebrow,
"Yes, Sir," she whispered, but again started clenching around him, no, no, no, she couldn't stop it, he'd punish her if she came now, but she couldn't hold it back. Tears welled in her eyes as she tried to stop it, but failed, any moment now, just another second and she'd come. Cassian bit down on her collarbone, the slight pain halting the rising pleasure and letting her step away from the edge, if only for a moment. She moaned again, and screamed when he shifted his cock inside her. "Please," she whispered, "Please," Cassian gave her everything, everything she didn't know how to ask for, until she was shaking uncontrollably, until tears were flooding down her face and she was screaming out his name at every slight movement. Finally he whispered the words she was desperate for,
"Come for me, sweetheart. Together." White filled her vision, and she screamed loud enough that she was sure without the soundproofing charms the whole of Velaris would have heard her. She clenched hard around him, and he spilled into her at the same time, his hips bucking quickly into hers as he shouted her name.
When Nesta's vision cleared, Cassian was still inside her, his face buried in her neck, still clinging on to her, his wings practically limp where they drooped onto the floor. Nesta twisted her wrists, but Cassian lifted his head, and kissed her again, slowly, lazily, as if they had all the time in the world, but, she supposed, they did, they had forever. She smiled when he pulled away, and pulled out of her, lengthening the chain, and setting her down on unsteady feet. She practically collapsed into him when he released the cuffs, and swept her into his arms, aiming for the bed.
Nesta shifted on the blankets as Cassian fussed over her, gently cleaning her up with a washcloth, grinning sheepishly at the bruise on her collarbone where he'd bitten her,
"You'll struggle to hide that one,"
"Maybe I don't want to hide it," she mumbled, opening her arms for him, and snuggling into his chest when he leaned back against the headboard, holding her against him. Cassian's wings curled in around her, and Nesta sighed happily,"I love you," she muttered, the darkness cocooning her in a bubble of safety with him.
"Nesta."
"Mhhhhm,"
"Thank you. For tonight, I needed this."
"I know." She pulled back just enough to look him the eyes, and brushed his hair away, out of his face, and kissed his cheek gently, resting her face on his shoulder, communicating her love the only way she really knew how. He kissed the top of her head, and squeezed her tighter against him, "I wanna braid your hair," she mumbled, "It's pretty,"
"I know it's pretty," Nesta twisted to look up at him, grinning at the laughter dancing in his eyes, she sat up and reached to grab a brush from the bedside table, "Not now," Cassian muttered, placing a hand over hers to stop her, and grabbed the brush himself. Nesta sighed and let him push her back to a sitting position, and winced when the brush found a tangle from when he'd grabbed her hair earlier, "Sorry," he muttered, but continued until her hair fell in a cascade around her shoulders, "There. Beautiful." Despite herself, Nesta flushed, it didn't matter how many times he called her beautiful, she'd never quite believed him, but he made her want to believe him, made her believe that she was beautiful, that he really thought so.
She didn't complain when he got up to tidy everything away, her eyelids were starting to feel heavy, and she barely registered when he picked her up again to put her into bed properly, pulling the blankets around her while he cleaned up. Nesta was just falling asleep when Cassian slid into bed beside her, and she crawled onto his chest, mumbling goodnight before drifting off to sleep in his arms.