Disclaimer: I do not own Miraculous or any of its characters. And we're back with some 2019 writing! :) I've cleaned this up a bit, and hopefully this still turns out okay for the most part.

Slow Motion

Day 20: Choked Up

The collar tightened around her neck, leaving little room for her to breathe. The restraints around her wrists clanked and tightened as she moved her hands. The spreader bar between her legs, the one her wrist restraints were wrapped around, whined as she tried to shuffle the handcuffs into a more comfortable position.

She couldn't see him wandering around her, though with how much she trusted him to not harm her, she kept her eyes closed tight behind the purple blindfold over her eyes.

"What are the safe words, my dear Nathalie?"

"'Noir' for continuing, but easing up or switching directions. 'Bug' for full stop."

"And when do we say them?"

"When I am uncomfortable with anything and do not want to pursue it any further."

Papillon's voice cooed out from behind the blindfold. "Good…"

Shivers ran up her spine as she felt his eyes run over her bare skin, the pale blue taking in every detail and no doubt growing more excited with each passing second. She'd taken so much time to make sure everything had been perfect, and based on the low breath of air he blew out, her reward was going to be well worth the risk.

"Nooroo, detransform me."

She heard the zap and saw the flash of light from behind the blindfold.

A little squeak of joy sounded out as Nooroo zipped to the kitchen, excited for the rare flavored-water treat and little coloring books Nathalie left out for him while his master was focused on her. It was the least she could do for the little kwami, and giving him something to do was far better than just pushing the poor butterfly to the side.

And with Nooroo busy, there was just the two of them, all by themselves in Nathalie's bedroom.

"Papillon…" she murmured.

His thumb gently ran over her bottom lip, feeling the soft rub of her lipstick. "You're so sweet, Nathalie," he said. A thump sounded, and she felt his knees bump against hers. Fingers spread across her curved back, and as she jutted her chest against his, she felt his lips press against hers.

Their tongues mixed, and Nathalie lost herself in the moment.

"So sweet…" he whispered as he leaned back. "But then again… you aren't always…"

"No, I'm not…"

"Tell me your fantasies." Deep tones peppered her skin with goosebumps. "Tell me those dirty, awful fantasies you have."

Her lip trembled as she shook underneath him. "Mr. Agreste comes in one day and asks me to give him a blowjob."

The sharp click of a tongue sounded in her ears. "That isn't very fantastical, my dear. Make it better."

Excitement flooded her veins as heat pooled between her legs. "I-I'm n-not that creative," she stuttered out. The thought of the power play between them dampened her folds, and as she sucked in a fake, worried breath, she squirmed under his touch to show her submissiveness. "I don't know if I can make it better…"

One of his hands drifted down, drawing close to her butt. His fingertips danced over her curves, and she shuddered under the weight of anticipation.

A swift crack of his hand to her rear pulled a sharp cry from her. "I don't care," he said, drawing out his words. His hand hovered over her rear, letting her know what could happen again if she messed up. "You will make it better, no matter if you're creative or not. Tell the story again."

Her tongue wet her lips as the handcuff chain squeaked against the bar. "It starts out as any normal day would." She paused, and with another sharp slap, she moaned through the mix of pain and pleasure.

"Nathalie…"

"He comes to me, files in hand and standing just behind my computer. 'The client wants the next order done in the next couple of days,' he says." She pushed her chest against his. "I tell him that I'll have the paperwork for the designs finished within the hour."

The other hand behind her back dropped down, flowing around her hip and thumbing her clit. "And then…"

"He says to me, 'Of course Nathalie, you've always been so good about those kinds of things.'" She leaned closer to him for a kiss but earned another smack in return. With a hiss, she forced out, "He walks around the computer, circles around my desk…"

The fantasy in her head, the one she had played more than a couple times in her head, grew more vivid. Shudders wracked her spine as she felt his thumb circle her clit.

He leaned close, pecking a kiss right to the corner of her mouth. "What happens next?"

Red colored her cheeks as she whispered out, "He's erect."

A silly feeling, mixed with shame, flooded her chest. His fingers continued to work her sex, and with a slow kiss, he coaxed her, "Continue. There is no need to feel ashamed."

Heat pooled between her legs as his thumb quickened its rhythm, and she swallowed again as her wrists pulled against the cuff chains. "He says, 'There's another favor I need from you, Nathalie, and since you're so good at taking care of things…'"

The feeling of his hands disappeared. Rustles and clunks came from the box of toys she had put to the side of her before she let herself get tied up. A pop of a cap and silence.

After a moment, a slick toy prodded her entrance. A hum came from behind the blindfold, "I think you deserve a treat. The story's getting better…"

The toy straightened, and with a push, he thrust it inside her. Her teeth caught her lip as the toy stretched her, giving her the 'full' feeling she had been craving all day.

"Continue where you left off."

She felt him flick the toy on, and almost immediately a moan left her mouth.

A chuckle echoed from behind the blindfold as he rubbed both of her thighs with his hands. "You treat yourself well, my dear. A self-trusting dildo?" His words smoothed, and the pitch of his voice dropped just a little bit lower. "And a remote?"

One click, and she twisted as the toy worked her just a little faster.

"Go on with the story."

Her breathing hitched. "Mr. Agreste orders me to unzip his pants, or that he'll fire me for disobeying a direct order. I… I…"

Deep tones purred in her ear. "Tell me what you do... or would you prefer to show me instead?"

Another click, and Nathalie arched her body further back. "Show you!" she cried, her breath leaving her.

Nathalie felt him rise to his feet, sensing his presence draw back. Her ears picked up the sound of his zipper and belt, and she licked her lips as he sighed.

"Show me," he commanded. "Show me what you'd do to your boss' cock."

She leaned forward, as far as she could with the restraints at her hands and neck, and gently pressed a kiss against the head. More kisses, then her tongue came into play as she learned where his cock was and where empty space lay.

Soft moans grew louder as he stiffened under her tongue. She swept under his foreskin, teasing sensitive spots and lingering as pre began to bead at the tip.

His breath left him as she wrapped her lips around his length. "Nathalie…"

The moan he attached her name to furthered the pressure building between her legs. She took more of him in her mouth, little sucks earning her more low moans and grunts. His hand pressed against the back of her head, guiding her as she bobbed her head.

In her mind, she filled in the rest of the details her eyes hadn't been allowed to see. Instead of her bedroom, she was back in her workplace, her boss standing over her. Her lover panted as she sped up her pace, and in her mind, her boss made those same pants, biting his lip as she worked his shaft in all the ways she knew how to.

The usual signs of his climax showed, and as Nathalie felt his fingers grip her hair, she pulled away from his hips.

With a loud pop, she left his cock, a strand of saliva connecting to her lip as she leaned back and tilted her head up to him.

She knew without looking that his mouth was slack-jawed in surprise, eyes wide with need. An audible shudder sounded as Nathalie acted out the last bit of her fantasy.

A smirk painted her lips, and as she drew in a breath, Nathalie purred out, "How's that for taking good care of things, Mr. Agreste?"

"Oh fuck-"

His hand rammed against the back of her head, and his cock thrusted back into her mouth. His hips jutted forward, and Nathalie took almost all of his length down her throat. Warm cum spilled down her throat, and she choked it down, desperate to get air.

Her lover pulled out once his orgasm had subsided, and the second his cock left her mouth, Nathalie coughed and heaved in air. Fingers wiped at the saliva on her chin, and as she caught her breath, his voice rose over her coughing.

"Do you need water, Nathalie?"

She nodded as best she could, and in a moment, the bottle of water she kept on her nightstand touched her lips. Cool liquid ran into her mouth, and she swallowed it before going back to catching her breath.

A few more tries, and almost everything settled back down as he capped the water and set it beside them. Nathalie felt his eyes drift to the toy deep between her legs, and she heard the scratch of the remote being scooped up from the floor.

"That was wonderful, love. I think you've earned yourself an equally wonderful reward…"

Her teeth caught her lip as she arched her back and waited for the toy to kick up a setting-

"…God damn it."

He rose, and as he stepped closer to where Nathalie knew her door to be, she had the sinking feeling that she wasn't going to like what he was going to say.

Nooroo's squeak reached her ears, and while she knew the kwami would give as much discretion as he could give her, she knew that if the kwami was there…

"Nooroo, transform me!"

Frustration swept through her at those words, her limbs wiggling and aching for the final thing that would send her over the edge. A needy groan came from her as she felt the eyes of her lover settle on her.

The sound of his footsteps heightened as he stepped closer.

"Shall we… perhaps extend our game a bit?"

"What do you mean?" Nathalie gasped.

"What I mean is, if you last through this akuma, then I'll take that toy out of you and fuck you myself. You won't be able to walk when I'm done with you-" a weighty pause fell over them as she sensed his evil smile "… and you can explain why to your boss tomorrow."

Nathalie squirmed as the toy dropped a setting, keeping her aroused but not enough to build any higher. "Please, Papillon!"

"Ah, ah, ah, nothing until this akuma's done. It's no doubt going to be a weak one, but it may serve a purpose in my fight…"

She heard a zapping sound, and as the flapping of the butterfly and the crack of her lover's cane tapping against the floor tickled her ears, she knew she was in for a hell of the next few hours.

Song Inspos: "D.I.L.F" and "DADDY'S GIRL" by Tokyo Diiva, "Candy Shop" by 50 Cent, and "Devil" by Cash Cash (ft. Busta Rhymes, B.o.B, and Neon Hitch). I was going to write Daddy kinks for this one, but I chickened out and went in a different direction for the kinks. Gunna have to wait til I have some more courage!

Anyway, next up, we're going to Hell! Not like we aren't already in it, but yes, we go to the place where the demons roam! It's a short story for the next one, but I think it still holds up good!

Hope you guys enjoyed, and thank you all for reading and supporting! :D