I saved the best for last *winks*
WARNING:
This features consensual Dom/Sub sex, with power play, bondage, punishments, restraints and appraisal. Also, anal.
If this triggers you or it's not your thing, please do NOT read. You have been warned.
If this is your thing, enjoy.
Seriously, you have been warned.
Part III
10x19 The Collaboration Fluctuation
"You know, we've never collaborated professionally before," Amy said, turning to him in the midst of their epiphany. "Are you worried it might affect our relationship?"
Sheldon seemed to think for a moment. "That is a valid point," he said. "Perhaps we should establish some ground rules."
Amy nodded in understanding. "That would make me feel better."
"Alright, let's start right now," Sheldon said following her to the kitchen. "Uh, rule number one, no using sexuality to get your way."
Amy looked at him with furrowed brows. "That's a ridiculous rule."
"Is it?" Sheldon countered, and proceeded to walk away from her in what could only be described as panties-dropping-ly sexy.
Amy had had it with her boyfriend. They weren't able to collaborate professionally at all. Sheldon kept insulting her and he wasn't even trying to do it in a subtle way. It was like the first morning after starting the cohabitation experiment all over again; yelling at each other and throwing insults each other's way.
"If good ideas came out of your brain the way mucus comes out of your nose, we'd be in good shape," Sheldon snarled.
Amy gaped at him. Was he trying to place the blame on HER now? Ohh, this wasn't fair.
So he wanted to play it like that? He could get it.
Amy quickly loosened the two top buttons of her blouse when Sheldon was turned and staring at one of the many whiteboards in their living room. If only she wasn't wearing a spencer over it, she would have been able to show off more cleavage. But Sheldon was an ass-man anyway, she would just have to use that to her advantage.
She walked up to him quickly and started to scribble nonsense on the board next to him. Sheldon looked at her sharply.
"Amy!" he admonished her, "I didn't think it was possible, but you're making it even worse than it already was."
Amy gave him a look. "I don't think so, Sheldon. You did a pretty great job of screwing up our joint work with your false interpretation of the action-potential measurement."
His eyes shifted to her newly exposed cleavage.
She almost had him. "Amy," he said, sounding caught off guard. Amy placed the cap back on the marker and pretended to be startled by him. "Whoops," she said in a transparently fake innocent voice, and dropped the marker.
She looked at him over her shoulder, hoping he understood she was giving him her best 'come hither' eyes, and bent down slowly, pushing out her butt and arching her back.
Sheldon made a strangled sound in the back of his throat.
Amy moved back up, and gasped when she felt his hands on her hips.
"What are you doing, Amy?" he muttered softly in her ear, as he moved closer to her. Amy felt her heartrate increase immediately. Sheldon had that effect on her.
"Nothing," she lied, in the same fake-innocent voice she used before.
The grip on her hips tightened, and Sheldon pulled her against him roughly. "Don't lie to me, Amy," he hissed, biting down on her earlobe. Amy gasped. She felt the effect immediately, arousal coursed through her. She squirmed in his arms.
"I thought we had established some ground rules about this, hm?" he muttered, his hands pulling her shirt out of her skirt and moving across her naked belly. Amy let out a shuddering breath. His hands grasped her breasts and squeezed them through her bra. Amy moaned softly.
He twisted her nipples to a point of pain and Amy gasped loudly in shock. Wetness pooled between her legs.
"I said," Sheldon growled, "we established ground rules about this, Amy."
She nodded, lightheaded with lust already.
"I think punishment is in order, little lady," he spoke darkly in her ear. Amy trembled in response. She could feel him press against her, the evidence that he was as aroused by this as much as she was.
She was pulled along with him to their shared bedroom. Sheldon looked in her eyes as he turned her around. He pressed a kiss to her lips.
"Strip," he ordered, and turned around to the bedside table on his side of the bed, rummaging through it. Amy felt her stomach constrict with nervousness. There were condoms in that drawer, she knew that. But it sounded like it was filled with all kinds of things now. Had he been shopping?
She hastily undressed, throwing her clothes in the hamper next to the door to the bathroom. Sheldon turned around, holding a dark piece of cloth in his hands. His eyes roamed over her naked form. Even though they had sex regularly now – well, bi-monthly, but Amy wasn't going to complain – she still couldn't get used to his eyes looking at her naked with such intensity.
He moved her hair behind her shoulders, and Amy eyed the piece of cloth he was holding. She bit her lip in anticipation.
"What's your safe word?" Sheldon asked, his eyes boring into hers, while he removed her glasses.
"Geology," Amy mumbled in response. Sheldon nodded, and moved the cloth over her eyes, blindfolding her.
Amy breathed out slowly. She was already burning with desire. Sheldon must be able to tell, she thought. They had done something like this before, and it had been mind-blowingly awesome. She recalled how he had made her feel that time, and her knees nearly gave out.
Being robbed of her eyesight made everything much more intense. She had no idea what was going on. She was able to hear him rustle about – was he taking his clothes off? – but he hadn't touched her since. Amy was sort of glad she couldn't see what he was doing or how he was looking at her, she felt very self-conscious of her body naked in front of him. This way, she wouldn't have to look into his eyes.
"I'm disappointed in you, Amy," his disembodied voice said. "You weren't going to use sexuality to get your way, and yet I find you presenting your posterior to me in a very sexual manner…"
His fingers grazed her nipples softly.
"And then you go and lie about it?" Sheldon continued. "Tsk, tsk… such a bad, bad girl…"
Amy trembled, but remained silent. He hadn't given her permission to speak yet after all. There were certain rules to this game they were playing, and she was only to speak when spoken to now. Illicit thrills went through her. She liked this, this side of him. It's what drew her to him in the first place; his love for rules and order. And if breaking the rules meant him punishing her, she liked it even more.
"Do you agree you've been a bad girl, Amy?" he asked, standing behind her now.
"Yes," she whispered.
His hands were moving over her body, barely touching her. She felt him grab hold of her wrists, and bring them back around on her back. He either had some sort of rope or another piece of cloth with which he tied up her hands swiftly. She felt the rope encircle her wrists and underarms as well, and before she knew what was happening, her arms were pinned together tightly on her back, making her chest jut out in the process.
Amy tried to move her arms, but she was bound too tightly to move them at all. Her breath caught in her throat.
Sheldon was fused to her back, and she felt his erection press against her tied-up hands.
"Are you ready to receive your punishment?" he whispered in her ear, kissing her neck in the process.
Amy nodded.
She felt Sheldon move away from her back. She knew what was coming, but the first strike across her bottom still had her inhaling sharply.
SMACK! His palm connected to her rear again, harder than before. Amy gasped, and toppled forward slightly. Sheldon pulled her back by the ropes on her arms.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Amy breathed out harshly. Her bottom burned on the places he had hit her. She felt him move her feet apart, making her spread her legs for him. His hand moved over her ass, and she hissed at the contact.
"My, my," Sheldon said, "you're not supposed to be enjoying this."
He was parroting his words from the very first time he had spanked her, she noticed. That time she had asked him to spank her harder, but Amy didn't think she'd be able to handle that now.
"I'm not," she whispered instead. She was downright lying. The pain on her bottom resonated through her body, and caused her arousal to increase even further.
His hand moved between her legs and grazed her there. She was embarrassingly wet now, she was sure of it. Amy bit her lip to keep from moaning as she felt his fingers move over her swollen nether regions. "Good Lord, Amy," he mumbled, sounding surprised by her arousal.
"Lying to me again," Sheldon muttered, inserting two fingers inside her.
Amy mewled.
He removed his fingers and wiped them off on her thigh.
SMACK! SMACK! He hit her rear with hard strikes in quick succession. Seven, Amy calculated in her head. She had long ago found out Sheldon liked to do certain things in prime numbers. Sex was no exception to that.
She was pushed to her knees suddenly, and she almost toppled over without her hands to balance her. She felt Sheldon's hands on her face, stroking her. Amy's tongue darted out when she felt his thumb brush over her lips. She heard Sheldon moan softly from above her.
"Open up," he commanded, and Amy opened her mouth just in time for him to shove his erection between her lips.
She quickly opened her mouth further; wetting him with her tongue as he pushed inside her mouth roughly. He hit the back of her throat, making her gag around him. She felt him grab her hair and move her head in time with his thrusts into her. Without her hands to help her work his length or just to help her keep her balance, his hands on her head were an almost welcome thing.
She tried her best to keep up with his pushes into her mouth, lapping her tongue at him and letting saliva pool in her mouth to aid his thrusts.
She could tell he wasn't satisfied though, he groaned above her and pulled her hair roughly. Oh, how she wanted to see the expression on his face right now. The lack of sight made the whole thing seem even more naughty now. She was completely at his mercy and she loved it.
Suddenly, the blindfold was pushed up to her forehead, and Amy blinked at the sudden light in her eyes. Sheldon was breathing open mouthed above her, staring at her intensely.
Amy opened her mouth further, wanting to do well for him. He slid further into her throat. Amy felt the tears prick in her eyes at the pressure he caused.
"Good girl," Sheldon murmured, easing her head off him.
Amy swallowed away the saliva in her mouth, and she wished that she could wipe her mouth as well. Some spittle dripped down her chin.
Sheldon was breathing heavily still. Amy was finally able to look at him. He had undressed fully during the time she had been blindfolded. Amy's eyes roamed over his body the way his had roamed over hers. She could see him blush in response.
"Get up," he said, taking back control.
Amy flexed her stomach and moved one of her legs in front of her, getting up with great difficulty. Her legs had cramped up sitting on her knees in front of him. Sheldon made no move to help her stand.
Her arms were still bound together tightly on her back. Amy longed to touch him, or kiss him. Her eyes moved to his lips. They looked so inviting. She took a step towards him unsteadily. Sheldon gave her a look.
"I don't remember telling to you come here," he spoke authoritatively. Amy stopped in her tracks immediately. Sheldon turned her around firmly, and pushed her towards the bed. Amy wobbled and she fell forward. Sheldon grasped the bounds around her wrists and stopped her mid-fall. He pushed her so her knees rested on the bed.
Amy breathed out harshly, bending over the bed like this, her ass in the air.
SMACK!
His other hand connected to her ass with a resonating smack. Amy gasped. Eight. Which meant at least three more before they reached another prime number. She didn't think she could handle that.
His hand caressed her bottom again, moving between her legs but never touching her where she wanted him. Amy could feel the grip on her tied wrists increasing.
"Please, Sheldon," she begged softly.
"You seem to think I've punished you enough," he said, and his fingers entered her again. Amy moaned deeply. She moved her hips against his hand, hoping for more friction like this. Friction on her clit preferably. Sheldon knew she couldn't come from vaginal stimulation alone. He was doing this on purpose. Denying her the desired release.
Moving against him seemed the wrong thing to do; Sheldon removed his fingers from inside her, and held them poised at her entrance instead.
"I'm not done with you yet, Amy," he muttered. "You appear to have forgotten that you lied to me again just now..."
Amy couldn't recall ever being this turned on. Sheldon being in control of her – all of her – was incredibly stimulating. The things she would do for him now. She was willing to do almost anything now, as long as he touched her there so she could come.
"Please," she mumbled again. "Please touch me…"
His fingers moved through the wetness between her legs, coating them it seemed.
"You want me to touch you?" he repeated, and Amy wondered why he asked. This game between them wasn't really about what she wanted, but about him being in control and his willingness to please her if she deserved it.
The question threw her off. She hadn't done a very good job sucking his dick just now. There had to be a catch somewhere.
"Yes," she answered him anyway.
"Very well," he said, and she heard him sigh deeply.
His fingers swiped through her arousal once more and Amy trembled. Finally.
Except that the hand holding her up by the bounds on her wrists released her suddenly, and she toppled forward, resting on her front, her head turned to the side. She could almost look at him now.
The hand that previously held her wrists was now descending lower, towards his other hand. Amy held her breath. Her heart skipped a beat when she felt him spread her ass cheeks open. What was he…
She yelped when she felt his slippery fingers move up to the place that had been left untouched before. She stilled completely as she took in the sensation of his fingers moving over her asshole. He was spreading out her wetness, lubricating her. It felt strangely arousing.
She gasped when she felt him insert a finger inside her. "Ssssh," Sheldon hushed her. "Relax."
Amy trembled and breathed out slowly. His finger slipped in deeper. "OH!" she exclaimed. She couldn't describe the feeling. It felt strange. But also really hot.
"Okay?" Sheldon muttered. Amy could only moan softly in response. She was getting even wetter with him touching her there.
Sheldon removed his finger from her slowly, and moved his middle finger through the newly accumulated wetness lower. Amy shuddered against him. If he would only move just a bit lower, so he would touch her clit. She was going insane with him touching her like this.
"Oh ho," he chuckled, "you love this..."
Amy squirmed. "No…" she breathed out. She was getting wetter by the second, but they never talked about doing anything like this. Shouldn't they talk about this first? She was incredibly turned on right now, and would probably say 'yes' to anything… But would she regret it later?
Had Sheldon been researching anal sex without her knowledge?
"No?" Sheldon repeated incredulously, and Amy felt how his fingers moved to her asshole again.
"Are you saying you don't want this?" he spoke condescendingly, and Amy mewled when she felt him stretch her open with two fingers this time. Just the tips pushed into her, but she exhaled loudly at the sting of pain she felt.
"Stop," she keened.
Sheldon halted slightly, but didn't remove his fingers. Saying 'stop' didn't actually mean 'stop' after all, not when they were playing like this. His unoccupied hand grasped her ass firmly.
"I won't stop until you admit that you're loving this, Amy," he continued on the same tone, and pushed his fingers even further into her. Amy's eyes rolled back into her head.
"JE - - " Amy gasped, and Sheldon stopped pushing immediately.
"- - SUS CHRIST."
Amy heard Sheldon panting behind her. He seemed frozen in shock. She turned her head back further, trying to see his face. He looked at her with wide eyes. He was white as a sheet.
It suddenly dawned on her that he must have thought she started saying 'geology' instead.
"Sheldon," she moaned, squeezing around his fingers.
He snapped out of his shock. "Fuck, Amy," he said harshly. She couldn't be sure if he was angry for scaring him into thinking he had gone too far with her, or angry she called out the name of his mother's so-called saviour in the midst of the act. And Amy watched him lift his hand from her ass and bring it down hard. Once, twice, thrice.
She moaned into the mattress, her eyes closed. At least that brought the tally up to eleven, and they were at a prime number again. She continued moaning when she felt his fingers move again, pushing into her. Stretching her. Amy breathed away the tingle of pain still present, but it was so worth it. His stimulation there had her aroused on a whole other level.
She felt him fumble about behind her, and she felt his erection slide against the abundance of wetness on her pussy.
Amy gasped when she felt him push inside her. His fingers hadn't moved from their position however, and it made her pussy tighter than usual somehow. "Ahhh," she wailed, willing her body to relax at this double assault on her privates.
Sheldon grunted behind her, slowly pushing his penis inside her fully, all the while moving his fingers ever so slightly in her other hole. "Dear Lord, Amy," he panted, pulling his hips back and pushing into her again roughly.
Or maybe not at all roughly, but Amy shrieked into the mattress at the sensation of being so full.
She could feel herself pulsate around his member inside her, and his fingers pushed into her repeatedly still.
The combination of him penetrating her in both her pussy as well as her ass was intoxicating. Each push of his fingers caused a shock of pain which she wasn't really sure she enjoyed, but her pussy was dripping with arousal.
"You're hurting me, Sheldon," she managed to whisper softly, when he twisted his fingers around inside her. She groaned in pain.
"Good," he growled, "I'm punishing you after all."
He pulled out his fingers though, and focussed solely on fucking her roughly. Both of his hands were on her ass now, spreading her open for him. She could hear him hawk up spit and felt the wetness land on her asshole. He pushed his fingers inside her again, sliding easier now.
Amy mewled, but not out of pain.
"You gonna come for me," Sheldon's voice was stilted, like he was barely holding on himself. It wasn't a question.
Amy moaned, pushing back against him. She needed his fingers on her clit for that. He knew this. The only times she had been able to orgasm during penetration was when he either touched her clit at the same time, or when he was on top of her and his pubic bone rubbed against her just right. Neither of those things were happening at the moment.
"Sheldon," she huffed. "I-I-I can't…"
He pulled his hips back almost fully, and drove into her again. Amy yelped.
"You can and you will," he growled. He smacked her ass again, and his fingers pressed down inside her. He moaned loudly himself now, pushing into her mercilessly as he held onto her tied up wrists at the small of her back.
Amy felt lightheaded. She was almost there. She could feel it; the tingles coursing through her, the slight pain combined with such intense pleasure had her almost coming. She just needed that little push…
"Come, Amy," Sheldon ordered.
Amy's breath caught in her throat as she soared high suddenly, her orgasm taking her by surprise. She felt herself clench around his dick inside her, but she contracted around his fingers as well, and the feeling was almost too much for her. She could only gasp for breath as the spasms of her orgasm tore through her. Continued to tear through her. Again and again.
She didn't know which way was up anymore. All there was, was Sheldon and his fingers inside of her, his dick pounding into her relentlessly, and so much wetness coming out of her, it dripped down her thighs.
She felt him first pull out his dick, and then slowly his fingers as well. Amy could only lay down on her stomach the bed, panting and sated. Her arms pushed against the bonds on her back still.
She breathed out steadily when she felt Sheldon loosen up her arms and her wrists. She couldn't move yet. Her body was still completely spent from her orgasm.
Sheldon turned her around, and moved her hands to an upward position above her head where he tied them up again. Had he been in the boy scouts when he was younger? Amy wondered. His knotting game was out of this world.
Slowly, Amy opened her eyes. Sheldon was a little blurry without her glasses, but there was no mistaking the hardness of his dick jutting out between his legs. Amy couldn't help but be surprised to see he was still hard. How had he not come just now? She figured she must have had squeezed him dry.
He was opening a condom, and Amy tensed in anticipation.
Her eyes drifted to the nightstand, and on top of it something akin to a plastic soap dispenser caught her eye. She looked away quickly, so it was like the hadn't seen what she knew had to be lube, and bit her lip. She figured out what was happening and suddenly she was even more nervous than the night they first had sex.
"Amy," Sheldon said, and his voice sounded wobbly.
She looked up at him. His eyes were asking her permission. She let out a shaky breath. She knew Sheldon looked for her limits, but he would never purposely cross them. She trusted him.
That didn't make her less nervous though.
She gave him a small nod, and moved her knees upwards, tilting her hips so he had easier access.
He moved to the dispenser on the nightstand and pumped dollops of clear liquid in his hand. He moved his hand over his condom-encased member, coating it thoroughly in the lubricant. He pumped more lubricant onto his fingers and touched her ass again. It was already slippery with all of the wetness from her pussy that had dripped down. His fingers were warm and slick against her, and she felt herself opening up for his fingers pressing against her.
Maybe it was her earlier orgasm that made her more easily penetrable, or his fingers had prepared her with his earlier movements, but he slipped them inside her easily now.
Amy moaned shakenly, closing her eyes in pleasure.
"Look at me, Amy," Sheldon ordered, his fingers now gone and his condom-clad dick pressing against the place his fingers just vacated. His slippery hands held her thighs up and he pushed his hips forward.
She opened her eyes and her mouth fell open as she felt him press himself inside of her. She winced slightly.
Her eyes rolled back into her head. He stretched her slowly, just pressing in to her an inch or so, before pulling back and entering her again.
Her stomach constricted with a delicious combination of pain and pleasure.
It felt incredibly naughty, him taking her like this.
Sheldon was staring at her, and she knew he had to be cataloguing her responses. He had done that when they first started having sex as well. Amy was moaning softly with each push inside her.
Sheldon moved his lube-free hand between her legs and swiped his thumb across her clit.
"AHH," Amy mewled, arching her back. Sheldon pressed even deeper inside her. He was almost buried to the hilt now, and moved slowly inside her.
"Are you ready to admit that you're loving this?" Sheldon panted.
Amy bit her lip, her eyes closer tightly shut. It was too much. His words, his cock in her ass, the pain, but oooh the pleasure it caused her. She had never felt like this. Naughty, dirty. At his mercy with her hands bound together. And now with his fingers on her there…
"Admit it, Amy," Sheldon growled, pulling back and pushing back in roughly. His thumb pressed down on her clit.
"YES," Amy sobbed. She was coming again.
Sheldon moaned loudly in response. He bent forward and his mouth crashed against hers, his tongue seeking out hers, moving against her rapidly while he pushed inside her over and over again. His thumb never stop its assault on her clit.
Amy moaned into his mouth, her body convulsing as she came.
She felt Sheldon thrash against her, his breathing hard into her mouth, inhuman sounds leaving his throat. He throbbed inside her and it only lengthened Amy's orgasm feeling him come undone like this.
Sheldon was breathing deeply into her neck now. Amy was folded double, her knees on either side of her head with him on top of her. She was going to be sore all over tomorrow, she figured.
Sheldon pressed himself up, and he held onto the condom at the base of his softening dick as he pulled out carefully. Sheldon was shaking a little as he got up and moved into the bathroom, and she heard him move around, the faucet running.
Amy stretched out her legs and lay heaving still. She felt sticky with lube and fluids between her legs.
He returned to the bedroom, carrying a washcloth and a towel. Sheldon moved between her legs and softly moved the warm damp cloth over the inside of her thighs. Amy watched him through lidded eyes.
There was still some residual pain in her ass, but it only reminded her of the mind-blowing orgasms she just had.
Sheldon continued to clean her softly, between her legs now, moving carefully as if he was afraid to touch her now. They should probably talk about this later. An evaluation of sorts.
After a couple minutes, Sheldon wrapped the towel around her and lay down next to her.
He was looking at her apprehensively. "Wolowitz sent me an article about the pleasure some women experience with anal stimulation," he muttered, "it's supposed to increase the intenseness of the female orgasm by 32%."
Amy flushed and looked back at him. She still hadn't fully recovered from both her orgasms. She was going to have a talk with Bernadette about these articles their men apparently shared as well.
"Did it?" Sheldon asked.
Amy chuckled softly. "Is this your way of asking 'was it good for you too'?"
Sheldon's eyes crinkled slightly. "I'm serious, Amy," he said sternly. "I know we can get caught up on our baser urges, and lust often clouds your judgement during sexual intercourse. I need to know that I didn't violate you in some way."
Amy could see the insecurity in his eyes. She grasped his face and pulled him towards her. Their lips met softly.
"You didn't," she muttered. "Don't worry. We have a safe word, remember?"
She saw the relief wash over him. He nodded and kissed her again. "I love you."
Amy's heart swelled. It still did every time he told her.
"Love you too," she said. "But I am calling in sick tomorrow. I don't think I'll be able to walk at all. And if I can, I won't be able to without vividly remembering what naughty things you just did to me."
END
A/N Do you want to read more dom/sub Shamy? Find me on Ao3 (as moulesfrites/evilcookie) for more stories following this one.
