A/N: This is all your fault.
Rayna tested Deacon's grip on her wrists. Struggling beneath him on the bed, she tried to get away for only a moment before giving up. Deacon was strong. He dragged her hands above her head and pushed them into the mattress, holding her down. The heavy weight of his body on hers left Rayna unable to do anything except focus on the soft brush of his lips against her ear.
"Going somewhere, Rayna?"
Rayna swallowed, her eyes darting over his face, taking in his dark gaze. "No." She shook her head.
Deacon moved her wrists so he could hold them both in one hand, "That's right, you're not." He dropped his other hand to yank down her dress exposing her bare breasts. "You're mine. Aren't you?"
Rayna stared at him, "Yes." She breathed, "I'm yours."
Deacon smirked, "Spread your legs." Rayna gasped, and he grabbed her breast, rolling her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. "You like being told what to do, don't you?" He already knew she did, but he loved making her tell him how much she loved what they did together.
Rayna exhaled, "Yes." At Deacon's look, she amended, "Yes, sir."
"I said open your legs." Deacon commanded again.
She spread her legs, groaning when he forced his hips between her thighs. The hard length of his cock pressed up against her thin lace panties.
"Good girl." Deacon breathed, "Now, tell me what you want."
Rayna's face flushed, and Deacon grinned. She'd spent so many years not saying these words, not talking dirty at all that it all felt strangely new again. The thought thrilled her.
"I want you to fuck me." She whispered, squirming beneath him. She whimpered when he ground his hips into her. "Please."
Deacon leaned into her ear, his breath hot on its shell, "Mm, I know you do. I can smell how much you love this, Rayna."
Rayna's face burned, and she shifted beneath him, the cool fabric of her panties brushing against her—Deacon was right, she was soaking wet.
"But, right now," Deacon whispered against her ear, "It's not really about what you want." He tightened his grip on her wrists, and pulled away to look at her. His hand moved to her other breast, where he played with her already erect nipple. He moved his hips back so he was no longer pressed against her, and she gasped at the loss.
Rayna pulled back to look at him, and he saw the arousal flash in her eyes—it immediately reminded him of their first time experimenting like this.
#
They'd just finished up their final rehearsal for their two day stint in LA. Rayna was just on the cusp of really making it back then, and her life was full of making decision after decision. She loved where she was at, of course, but the pace had been a bit overwhelming, even for her.
So, a stiff drink or three was definitely in order, which is how they found themselves downtown at a little hole in the wall bar, just after 10:30pm. The rest of the band had gone to a club somewhere, so it was just Rayna and Deacon sitting at the smoky bar, trading shots and barbs, just enjoying their night off. They'd been together for a little over three years, so everything felt really natural between them. Rayna was about one sheet to the wind, heading rapidly towards two and then three sheets—she was always a lightweight. Deacon, on the other hand, felt just fine.
He'd just ordered another round of shots for them when a woman walked into the bar. She was clad in tight leather, wearing what appeared to be a leather collar around her neck. The woman turned every head in the bar except Deacon's, his gaze was permanently fixed on Rayna—from the moment he met her, he'd only had eyes for Rayna.
As the bartender set the shots down in front of them, Deacon noticed Rayna staring, and turned to follow her gaze which was tracking the blonde woman as she walked through the bar—everyone gave her a wide berth as she made her way to an empty corner booth. She slid in, and her eyes searched the bar.
Rayna's mouth dropped open, clearly intrigued by the mysterious woman—even in LA with its short skirts and tight clothing, the woman looked positively risqué. Rayna grabbed the shot glasses, and stood up from the bar.
"I'm going to talk to her," She said, holding the glasses up.
"Ray, wait." Deacon stood up, reaching out to gently grab her arm.
Rayna turned her head back, smiling at him wickedly, "Are you coming or not?"
Deacon shook his head, let out an exasperated sigh, and grabbed his beer, following her over to the woman's table.
The thing about Rayna was that she could talk to anyone, literally anyone—about anything. She had always been able to do this; it was a special talent of hers. This was even truer when she was slightly drunk, as she was now. So, it was no surprise to Deacon when the woman everyone in the bar obviously wanted to steer clear of was the woman Rayna felt drawn to and fascinated by.
As they approached the table, Rayna leading the way, Deacon felt a bit nervous.
"Hi," Rayna said brightly the moment she stepped up to the table. She slid the shot glasses toward the blonde woman.
The woman eyed Rayna suspiciously, but Rayna just smiled. Deacon had always thought that Rayna's smile could disarm anyone, and he noticed now that this assessment included women clad in skintight leather dresses accessorized with honest-to-god collars, apparently.
That's how Rayna and Deacon—mostly Rayna—ended up in an hour-long conversation about BDSM in a dive bar in LA.
The woman—Kirsten—had explained more than a boy from Natchez, Mississippi ever thought he would know about the kink world. Kirsten, apparently, was into the "hardcore stuff"—she was waiting for her partner, whom she called "master," to pick her up and take her to some sex club down the street.
Deacon knew a few guys who liked rough sex, so this idea wasn't exactly new to him, but he never really understood the depths it could go until Kirsten laid it all out for them. What was truly a revelation to him was Rayna, who stared at Kirsten wide-eyed, and asked an abundance of questions.
"So, he… tells you what to do?" Rayna asked, her voice thick with alcohol.
Kirsten smiled, "There's a bit more to it than that, based on our personal preferences for the more hardcore stuff, but… that's some of it, yes. Dirty talk, a little humiliation through name calling, giving orders, t-shirt tying you to the headboard…" She smirked, "Rough sex. Those are good stepping off points." Kirsten looked at Rayna, took in her flushed face and slightly shallow breathing, "You should try it sometime." She nodded her head towards Deacon and winked at Rayna. "Just make sure you have a safe word." At Rayna's look of confusion, Kirsten explained, "A word that, if you say it, will make everything stop."
Rayna opened her mouth to speak, but Kirsten's gaze fell on the door. "I gotta go." A slow smile spread across her face, and Deacon and Rayna turned to see a man dressed in dark clothing leaning against the doorframe to the bar. Kirsten reached for a pen from her bag and slid a cocktail napkin across the table. Jotting her phone number on the napkin, she passed it to Rayna.
"You can call me if you ever want to… talk." Kirsten said, not taking her eyes from the man at the door.
When she was gone, Rayna took the napkin, folded it up, and slid it into her purse. Clearing her throat, she turned to look at Deacon. He could tell she wasn't drunk anymore.
"Do you want to go back to the room?" She asked, her voice husky.
"I…" Deacon stared at her, "Sure." He said, picking up his beer and tipping it back.
When they were back in the room, Rayna sat on the bed and seemed a bit on edge; she tapped her foot nervously against the hotel carpet, "That was… interesting."
Deacon looked at her, "Yeah…" He said, not sure where she was going with this conversation.
Rayna swallowed hard, looking down at the carpet and worrying her bottom lip, "Would you…" She cleared her throat, "Would you ever want to maybe try something like that?"
Deacon's eyes widened, "Like… what?" He asked, though he was pretty sure he knew the answer.
"Like what Kirsten was talking about… I mean, like the lighter type stuff…" She kept her gaze on the carpet.
Deacon ran his hand through his hair, "I don't know, Ray… is that… would you want to…" He swore under his breath, "Is that something you would want to try?"
She looked at him then, her bottom lip still tucked beneath her top teeth, and Deacon noticed the vulnerability in her eyes. "I don't know…" She whispered quietly, "Maybe?" She admitted, staring at him, trying to gauge his reaction.
Deacon swallowed, his throat suddenly tight. He moved to sit down next to her on the bed, putting his arm around her shoulder and pulling her into him. He caressed her arm gently, his fingertips tracing over her freckles.
"I don't know if I could do that, Ray." He leaned his head against hers, "Tell you what to do… call you names?" He sighed, his breath moving her hair, "I just love you so damn much."
She nuzzled her head into him, "I know," She breathed out, "I love you, too. We don't have to… I just thought maybe…" She trailed off, shrugging lightly. "Can we think about it?" She asked him, her voice tentative.
Deacon pulled back from her and kissed her softly, "We sure can." He tucked her hair behind her ears, knowing he would consider anything for her.
He pulled her down to the bed and kissed her, his hands exploring her body—he made love to her gently, so gently that she thought she might cry.
Five days later, they were in Austin, and Deacon had done little else but consider it. He'd talked to Vince on the phone the night after he and Rayna had the discussion. Deacon had asked about it in an abstract way, knowing that his best friend had experimented a bit himself.
"Is this about Rayna?" Vince asked, his voice heavy down the line.
Deacon cleared his throat, "I didn't say that." He replied, his voice terse.
Vince chuckled, "You didn't have to, considering how torn up about it you are. With anyone else, man, you'd just do it." Vince let out a breath, and a low whistle, "Part of me doesn't want to think of Rayna that way, and the other part of me definitely wants to think about Rayna that way, if you know what I mean..."
"Shut the hell up," Deacon raised his voice, but then he laughed. "Shit, she's real full of surprises."
Vince laughed, the noise in the background nearly drowning it out, "Look, man, I know you love the hell out of her, and she knows you love the hell out of her. Playing a little bit ain't gonna change any of that." Vince explained, "And it damn sure won't make you your old man." He finished, cutting right to the heart of the matter. Sometimes Deacon forgot how well Vince knew him.
But it was backstage in Austin that made up his mind—he watched Rayna, an array of people around her, asking her questions, searching her out for answers—he watched her make five decisions in three minutes, and the thought struck him that maybe she needed an escape from it. Maybe that's why she was so drawn to this idea. He'd honestly always been fine with her calling the shots between them—he was too much in love with her not to be fine with it. But, maybe she needed a bit of a change of pace. Give her what she wants, Vince's words rang out to him, and he smiled.
He'd loved everything he'd ever done with Rayna, he didn't see why this would be any different. Besides, he figured, if it was, they didn't have to do it again.
She'd come to his room that night right after the after party, which he'd decided to skip. They were never really his favorite things, anyway.
When she'd kicked off her shoes and sat on the bed, he turned to look at her.
"So, I thought about… what we talked about the other night." His eyes skated over her face, watching her mouth form a little 'o.'
"You did?" She asked, quietly. "And…?"
He stepped forward, cupping her face with his right hand, "Baby, are you sure you want to do this?"
Rayna nodded, "I do." She whispered, "As long as… you're sure."
Deacon shook his head, "I ain't sure, but… I'm willing to try anything for you, baby." Rayna smiled at him, "So, uh… where do we start?"
Rayna looked up at him through her lashes, "I've been thinking a lot about that the last few days… I've kind of always wanted to be tied up." She blushed.
Deacon swallowed hard, feeling a sudden rush of adrenaline. "Okay." He said, glancing at the headboard.
They worked out the logistics together, and soon enough they were making out, stripping each other of their clothes. When they were naked, Deacon took Rayna's hands and held them above her head. He looped his t-shirt around the slats in the headboard and around her wrists, pulling on the knot to make sure it was secure, but not too tight.
"That okay?" He asked her, his eyes drifting down her naked body.
Rayna pulled on the makeshift restraint and nodded, "More than okay," She whispered.
"You say Life That's Good and I stop, okay?" He said, leaning down to her mouth and kissing her.
Rayna laughed into his kiss, amused at his choice of a safe word—well, more like a safe phrase. "Okay." She nodded, and then watched him as he looked at her.
"God, Rayna, you look so sexy right now." Deacon was unsure where to start, but he felt like talking might be a good way of dipping his toes in the water, "All tied up for me." He reached down and cupped her between her legs, watching as she closed her eyes and pressed herself into his hand.
He watched her face as he moved his fingers against her, noticing how her breathing became shallow. He leaned down and whispered into her ear, swirling the dirty words around his tongue before breathing them into her ear. He felt her inhale sharply at them, and snap her eyes open. His hand worked at her, while his other trailed up her body to play with her breasts. He pulled away, "You want directives, don't you?" His voice had an edge to it, "You're such a good girl, and you just want to be told what to do, don't you?" He asked her, stilling his hands. "Spread your legs for me, Rayna."
He pulled back to look at her as her legs fell open.
"That's it." He moved his hand against her, dipping a finger inside as he watched her face.
Suddenly, he noticed tears in her eyes—he immediately stopped, pulling his hand away from her, crawling up the bed to her face.
"What is it, baby?" He put his thumb under her eyelid, catching a tear on his thumb, "I'm so sorry, we don't have to do this… I…" He reached up to his t-shirt to untie her.
Rayna spoke around the emotion in her throat, "No," She said, "No." She said, smiling through her tears. "It's not that." She laughed a little, "It's… good."
Deacon ran a hand through his hair, "Baby, I made you cry… I don't think that's good."
Rayna nodded her head, "But it is, Deacon. I…" She trailed off, trying to find the right words, "I've never trusted anyone like I trust you." She whispered, "It just… hit me all at once, and I felt a bit overwhelmed by it, that's all."
"I trust you too, baby, more than anyone else in the world." He leaned down to kiss her, "So," His eyes darted up to where her hands were tied above her head, "This is okay? You… you like it?"
Rayna laughed, "Deacon," Her voice was low, "Couldn't you feel how much I liked it?" She bit her lip, "And I especially liked it when you… talked to me."
Deacon grinned, "I have to say… I liked it too."
Rayna's eyes glanced between his legs, "Oh, I could tell."
Deacon laughed and brought his mouth down on hers, kissing her roughly before he brought his lips to her ear and whispered inside of it all the things he was going to do to her while she was tied to the bed at his mercy.
Rayna came harder than she had in her entire life that night, twice, and Deacon knew he'd never forget how aroused she looked even after her orgasms.
#
After that first night, they'd gradually waded into the waters of experimentation, figuring out what they liked and didn't like. Deacon was happy to learn that she hadn't experimented with anyone else, happy to learn that she hadn't wanted to.
Rayna, he knew, still kept in contact with Kirsten, and now that he and Rayna were back together, Deacon occasionally thought of sending Kirsten a thank you card. All sex with Rayna was fantastic, but playing with her like this had led to some of his favorite memories.
Tightening his grip on her wrists, he looked down at her and smirked, "I'm not going to touch you tonight until I decide you've earned it." Deacon said, fluttering his hands up and down her thighs, driving her crazy. He was touching her everywhere except where she needed his fingers. "You can beg all you want—and you know how I love to hear you beg—but you're going to have to earn my fingers in your cunt tonight, understand?
Rayna felt an immediate heat between her legs, her sex pulsing as his words worked their way into her body. "Yes, sir." She whispered, her voice raspy with desire.
Deacon nodded, releasing her wrists and standing up in one swift movement. He pulled his shirt over his head, unzipped his jeans, and pulled down his boxers, his erection springing free.
"Get that thing off." Deacon said, pointing at her dress. "I want you naked. Now."
Obediently, she slid her dress down her body, and then kicked her panties off to the side, still sitting on the bed. Rayna didn't dare move until he instructed her; she'd made that mistake one time too many. Her chest rose and fell, her skin flushed.
Deacon slowly raked his gaze over her body, lingering on her breasts. Then, his eyes fell to her panting mouth. He licked his lips, "Get on your knees." His command was gruff, and she immediately dropped off the bed on to her knees, the carpet digging into her skin.
Deacon stepped in front of her, "Put your hands behind your back."
Rayna did as he said, bringing her hands behind her back and holding her left wrist with her right hand.
Deacon nodded, "Good girl." He wrapped his hand around the base of his cock and tapped the tip against her lips, painting her mouth with his excitement. "Open." He commanded, his voice dark. When she did as she was told, he pushed his cock between her lips, sliding over her tongue until she could take no more. Deacon moaned at the feeling of her hot mouth around him, "You look so pretty with your mouth wrapped around my cock."
She stared up at him, laving her tongue along his shaft as he pumped his hips into her mouth. He buried his hand in her hair, holding her to him, and then he guided her head back up and down, his pace increasing rapidly. As he moved her head, he never took his eyes from her face, from her mouth wrapped around him.
He pushed himself all the way in to her mouth and threw his head back, thrusting in and out a few more times before he looked down at her. He sneered a bit, "Did you let Luke fuck your mouth like this?"
Rayna made a sound around his cock—she'd thought he was over the whole Luke thing. Apparently, she was wrong. She looked at him and shook her head slightly.
Deacon smirked, "Answer me."
"No, sir." She spoke around his cock, and Deacon thrust himself in and out again.
"What about Teddy?" He asked, holding her head against him, filling her mouth.
"No, sir." She answered, the words muffled. Rayna would have laughed at his question if she could possibly form a coherent thought. The throbbing between her legs was excruciating, and she thought for a moment about dropping her hand to touch herself—enjoying the idea as soon as it came to her, she unlocked her hands, and brought one down.
Reading her intention, Deacon grabbed her roughly by the hair, "Don't even think about it." He smiled as she put her hands behind her back. He reached down and pinched her nipple, hard. "Your pussy gets attention when I say it does, understand?" He let her hair go.
She bobbed her head, nodding in agreement. Her hand gripped her wrist behind her back with incredible force, her fingers digging into her skin to keep from touching herself.
Deacon pumped into her mouth roughly, three times, making eye contact with her when he asked, "How about Liam?" At her look, he smirked, "Oh, you let Liam fuck your mouth?" He pulled out and pushed roughly back in, and then out again, "But it wasn't quite like this, was it?" He grabbed her hair, and pushed himself deeper into her mouth, thrusting his hips until he felt the back of her throat. "It didn't make you throb between your legs, did it?"
Rayna shook her head, and slammed her eyes closed—the pulsating between her legs overwhelming her. What she'd allowed Liam to do had been nothing like this. Not a thing like this. She felt like if she even grazed her clit, she would come. She resisted the urge to lower herself to find something—anything—to touch her.
"Good." Deacon said, his movements growing less controlled, "And now, this mouth is only for my cock, isn't that right?"
Rayna nodded, opening her mouth further, allowing him slightly more access.
"That's it." He said, his movements growing wild, his hand digging into her hair as he held her head in place. "Are you ready to taste me?" He asked her, but he didn't wait for her to answer; he just picked up the pace, thrusting faster and faster into her mouth until he finally threw his head back and let out a hoarse cry as he emptied himself into her throat. He thrust a few more times, and shuddered as Rayna sucked on him lightly, swirling her tongue around his sensitive tip.
He pulled out of her mouth, and smoothed his hand down her hair.
Rayna licked her lips, and then glanced up at him with hooded eyes, peering at him through her lashes. "Thank you, sir."
"Fuck." Deacon breathed out as he realized what she'd just said—as he realized what, exactly, she was thanking him for. "On the bed," He told her, reaching his hand down to help her up. She took his hand, and stood, staring at him. "Flat on your back." He answered her silent question.
Rayna climbed onto the bed, and pressed her back into the white comforter.
"Is your pussy aching?" He asked, dipping his head to her ear. His hand slid down her breast, tracing patterns over her stomach.
"Fuck, yes, it is." She gritted out, closing her eyes as his hand skated over the tops of her thighs.
"Do you want me to touch you?" His fingers traced patterns around her thighs, ghosting up the inside, tickling her flesh there.
Rayna nodded, trying to press herself into his hand. Deacon chuckled, and then reached a finger out, running it slowly up her length, brushing lightly over her clit.
Deacon nipped at her ear, "You're dripping wet, Rayna."
"Fuck." She breathed out, and then she moaned—loudly.
"Shhh…" Deacon whispered, dipping his finger into her, "Do you want the guests in the next room to hear how much you like being treated like a little slut?" Deacon pushed his finger inside of her while his thumb continued teasing her clit.
Rayna pressed her head into the pillow and moaned again, stretching her arm out and grabbing the sheets.
"Oh, you do want them to hear how much you being my little slut?" Deacon worked a second finger into her, "Then, by all means…" He worked a third finger in and she gasped, arching her back. He pumped his fingers in and out of her slowly, teasing her until she thought she couldn't take it anymore. She reached her hand out and dug her fingers into his shoulder, closing her eyes and clutching at him.
"Deacon…" She breathed out, "Please."
Deacon stilled his hand, and her eyes flew open.
"Beg me." He said, his voice rough. He chuckled as he felt her muscles tighten around his fingers, "Oh, you like begging for it as much as I like to hear you beg for it, don't you?"
Rayna smirked, unable to deny it, knowing the proof was, quite literally, in Deacon's hand at the moment. "Please," She breathed out, "Please let me come, Deacon—please make me come."
"With what?" He asked, "What would you like me to make you come with?"
She ground down into his hand, "Fuck, I don't care, Deacon—what-whatever you want to use."
Deacon grinned and then leaned his head down and wrapped his mouth around her nipple, sucking hard. He moved his fingers slowly. When she began to pant, he picked up the pace, moving his fingers in and out of her rapidly, his thumb rubbing circles over her clit. He bit her nipple, and she arched her back on the bed, crying out. He moved his mouth up to her ear, knowing she was close.
"That's it, baby," He said, his fingers working, "Come for me—come around my fingers." He rasped, his breath ragged as his fingers stroked her. "Come for me. Now." He commanded, growling a little.
That did it. Suddenly, she was bucking against his hand and contracting around his fingers. She cried out his name—"Deacon!"—And then let out a sharp and guttural moan. "Fuck!" She cried out as the waves of pleasure rushed over her.
Deacon chuckled as he kissed his way down her body, settling his head between her thighs. He began lightly sucking her clit as she shuddered underneath him. She made a little noise in the back of her throat, and he sucked a little harder. She inhaled sharply, flying off the bed. Then she reached her hands down into his hair and pulled him away, laughing slightly.
He collapsed against her chest, placing light kisses on the side of her breast, his fingers caressing the soft skin of her stomach.
"Thank you?" He asked, his breath hot on the soft flesh of her breast.
Rayna chuckled, running her fingers through his hair. She shrugged, "Seemed fitting."
He lifted his head and kissed her gently on the lips, smiling against her mouth. "It was sexy as hell, Ray." He kissed her, sliding his tongue into her mouth—he could taste himself and he moaned, "Just like you."
Rayna laughed, "Just like us." She corrected, kissing him. "I missed this," She sighed, pressing her head into the pillow.
"The sex?" He asked, drawing a circle on her stomach.
"Mm, yeah." She said, her fingers toying with his chest, "The sex… but…" She tapped her fingers against his skin, "This." She smiled, "The quiet moments… after."
Deacon nodded, knowing what she meant. The quiet moments after, when they basked in the wonder of each other—in what they were able to share together.
"I missed this, too." He said, quietly. "I missed you, baby."
...TBC?