A/N: This is an exercise in power dynamics and light BDSM. There's not much plot here beyond an exploration of their relationship and a whole lot of smut. Don't ask me why I wrote it but I hope you enjoy. Fic will be multi-chapter and will be updated around my main projects.
Chapter One
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I Want a New High
[ ν ] - εγλ - 2014 | January 21st
Her love for him was endless, and it knew no bounds.
It could not be contained. It was killing her slowly, submerging her with desire and need, and the longer he was away, the deeper her love for him grew and flared with heat inside of her.
Her hand slipped over the warm flesh of her belly, her eyes falling shut, and she was surrounded by him, even though he wasn't there with her right at that very moment. Tifa was curled up in several thick blankets on the couch, where she had been watching the snow come down outside of the window outside of Seventh Heaven in a gentle tumble. The bar was closed for the night, her last patrons having left just a little over an hour ago, and the kids were both in bed, asleep and safe now for hours. It was late, and she had built up a nice fire in the hearth in the living room, and the wall-mounted television overhead was quietly playing music videos in the background. But she had closed her eyes to the serenity of the winter scene beyond her window, the soft music draping overhead.
She wanted so badly for Cloud to come home already. Her fingertips toyed with the warm flesh just above the waistband of her skirt, tempted to slip past and relieve the ache she was feeling from his absence. It was one of his longer days, and she missed him so terribly that she was beginning to hurt.
She let her mind conjure an image of him, lean and swathed fully in black as he walked through the front door of the bar, his boots thudding loud against the wooden floorboards. In her mind, Tifa saw herself waiting for him as he approached, hearing his rough, gravelly voice as he commanded her to rise to her feet and stand in front of him. She would obey, her insides aflutter by the hard edge of his words, and when she stood in front of him, he gently demanded that she strip naked for him. She would do as he asked, slowly but purposefully, pulling away each layer of clothing and letting it drop to the floor at her feet, until she was pulling down her underwear and stepping out of them.
Cloud's dark blue eyes would glow, alight with desire as he stepped toward her, backing her across the room until her back stopped at the edge of the bar's countertop. She could almost feel the smooth wood digging into her flesh as he hovered over her, his face inches from hers. He'd order her to turn around, and she did so immediately. His hand would slid over the full curve of her rear, a gentle caress that premeditates something wicked, and she bent over the bar to give him better access. She could hear him chuckle at her eager display, before he tipped his head next to her ear, calmly asking her if she's been a good girl. And even though she'd respond with yes, she still felt the hard slap of his open hand across her bottom, causing a sharp little cry to escape her throat as she climbed up on her toes. He'd rub his palm across the reddened flesh, soothing away the soreness, only for him to pull his hand back and strike her again in similar fashion. She felt the wetness slip between her legs, and she leaned forward against the bar, crying out at the staccato of his spanking, just as she heard his zipper come undone and he is sinking every inch of his hard length into her pulsing depths.
Tifa's hand had just begun to slip past the waistband of her skirt when the front door opened, bringing with it a gust of cold air that breached the warmth of the hearth that had settled into the dining and living rooms, her fantasy instantly dispelled. She lifted her head, her heart beginning to beat even faster as her eyes met Cloud's where he stood in the threshold, dressed fully in black, just as she imagined, snow cresting in soft tufts at the tips of his gentle yellow spikes of hair. He offered her a tiny smile before he closed the door behind him, a flurry of snowflakes chasing their way inside in the process.
Tifa sat up, dropping her hand from its dangerous intentions across her lower stomach, watching as Cloud approached. His footsteps echoed across the floor, sending tremors right across her skin, raising the hair on her arms. He immediately stood over her place on the couch, and she held her breath as he leaned over her, pressing his lips to her cheek.
"Hey, baby," he greeted her softly, and a flare went off between her legs. "Sorry I'm late."
Unable to contain herself, Tifa threw her arms around his neck, pulling him in close to her as she pressed her lips to his in a needy kiss. He lost his balance for a moment at her sudden embrace, and he tripped over his feet, catching himself by bracing his arm against the back of the couch to avoid crashing completely on top of her. Not that she would have minded.
They kissed for a long moment, Tifa searching his mouth with her tongue, Cloud eagerly searching hers back. She pulled at the soft, downy hair at the nape of his neck, and Cloud moaned against her lips, before pulling himself away to come up for air.
"Wow," he breathed as he slid back, falling into a seat beside her on the couch. "What's gotten into you?"
"I missed you," Tifa whined, leaning forward toward him, terrified of any distance between them. "A lot."
Cloud's blue eyes were sparkling against the faint orange glow of the hearth, and the corner of his lips turned up in an affectionate smile at her words. Her heart began to pound and race impossibly faster as his eyes dropped from her face to scan her entire body where it was folded on the couch, the blankets she had been lying beneath now tossed askew.
"I missed you too, Teef," he responded, and Tifa almost melted into a puddle at his feet when his hand came up to caress her cheek gently, the leather of his glove smooth and soft against her skin.
When he lowered his hand, Tifa felt how bright and warm her cheeks had grown under his admiration, and she looked away from him, wondering if he could hear how her heart was ricocheting inside of her chest. Her desire for him was quickly eclipsing her senses, and she couldn't avoid the racing thoughts that made her painfully aware of how badly she wanted him, and what she wanted from him. She thought again of her fantasizing about him, and her cheeks grew even redder, warm at the dark nature of her thoughts. She needed something to stabilize her and give her a little courage, and so she rose to her feet and stretched her arms over her head.
"I'll get us a drink," she told him, and she was suddenly aware of the quiver that had entered her voice. "Get comfortable, Cloud."
He nodded at her before turning to face the hearth, and Tifa made her way across the room to the bar, where she stopped to pull out a bottle of bourbon from its racks. As she reached to grab two tumblers, she let her eyes fall across the room to Cloud, watching him as he kicked his boots off and settled across the couch, reaching for the remote and flipping through channels, stopping on a WRO news report. From where she stood, she could make out the smooth profile of his face, the sharp angles of his nose and jaw, the way his soft golden bangs spilled across his forehead. Tifa found herself biting her lower lip as she admired him, and she took in a deep breath before grabbing the glasses and the bourbon.
He's so incredibly beautiful, she found herself thinking again as she quietly padded across the room and then sank into the couch next to him.
Cloud dropped the remote on the coffee table when she sat down, and he turned to watch her as she set the glasses down and filled each one halfway with the dark, amber liquid. She could feel his eyes burning blue trails against her face, and sparks began to go off somewhere deep in her body, making her feel flush and warm all over again. She noticed that her hand was shaking as she poured, and she tried to steady it, in disbelief with how frenetic she was behaving just sitting next to the man she had been living and sharing her life with for the last few years.
She set the bottle down and lifted a glass to Cloud, offering it to him. She smiled brightly at him when their eyes met, and he accepted it from her. She realized as he reached for it that he had taken his gloves off.
"This is top-shelf stuff," Tifa told him, a coquettish flourish to her voice.
"Is today a special occasion or something?" he asked her, bringing the glass up to sip.
"I'm just glad that you're home," Tifa responded, and she brought her own glass up to her lips, taking a deep drink. As soon as the liquid burned its trail down her throat, she felt the alcohol flicker and burst inside of her bloodstream, sending the heat to flush her cheeks and make her entire body warm as if a fire was kindling inside of her. She turned away from Cloud as she drank, unable to stare at his beautiful face any longer without coming completely apart, only to feel him drop a hand to her thigh in her response to her sentiment, giving it a little squeeze. In answer, she leaned back against him, still facing the hearth.
They drank together in the quiet stillness of the night, the television's drone above and the crackles of the flames in the fireplace the only sounds that emitted around them for a while. Tifa quickly moved on to her second drink, and by now she was feeling hot enough to strip off all of her clothes where she sat, the haze of alcohol wrapping around her and pulling her apart in threads.
"Slow down," Cloud warned at her side, and the rough, stern edge in his voice set off an explosion in the back of her brain, generating a warm burst between her legs. She pressed her thighs together, bringing her glass to her lips and taking another long sip as she turned to Cloud.
"And what if I don't?" she sassed.
Cloud looked at her in pure confusion, his cerulean gaze searching her face for understanding. She held her playful, teasing smirk at him, her own crimson eyes sparkling with the challenge she was trying to goad him into. She wanted nothing more than for him to think she was misbehaving, just so that she could see how he might react, how he might choose to handle it.
"I just don't want you to get too drunk and get sick, Tifa," he bit back carefully. "This stuff is ninety proof."
Cloud could be so dense sometimes, she realized, but she held his gaze with hers, smiling as she drained the rest of her second glass. The burn was instant, and the fog around her thickened and choked, blinding her in its warm fuzziness. She emitted a quiet giggle as he continued to watch her, and she leaned over to grab the bottle again, pouring herself another glass.
"Tifa…" Cloud's voice had almost become a growl, and Tifa felt the heat that was spreading all throughout her body suddenly amplify and pulse, something thundering inside of her head. She brought the glass to her lips, connecting her red eyes with his blue again as she drank.
"Maybe I don't want to do what you say, Cloud," she teased, leaning back against the couch and tossing one leg across his lap.
Cloud continued to stare at her in confusion, but his eyes fell to her leg that was strewn across his lap, wrapped in thick, knit legwarmers that reached her thighs. Tifa watched as the confusion slowly drained from his face, settling into a look that was taking on the hints of lust, and he dropped one hand to her calf, trailing his fingers along its length up to the back of her knee while he took another sip of his own drink with his other hand.
"That wouldn't be very nice of you, Tifa," he replied after a stretch of a moment, and Tifa shivered when his fingertips curled and pressed against the inside of her knee, before drawing a line up the underside of her thigh.
"Maybe I don't want to be nice," she tossed back at him, pulling her leg back and away from his lap and the languid touch of his fingers, before bringing the glass back to her lips to swallow back another long pull of bourbon. It set her throat on fire, and her head began to swim in a nebulous mist of alcohol, sinking of her senses. By the time she drained the glass, the rim of mako green around Cloud's pupils was pulsing, sending sparks in verdant flickers against the blue in his eyes, turning them into turquoise pools. She set her glass down and moved toward him, crawling over and into his lap, straddling him with both legs anchored around him, earning a hitch of his breath as she pressed her body into his.
"Maybe I'm not such a good girl," she purred against him, her body coming alive with heat with him pressed against her, hot and lean, steady and firm. She took his glass out of his hand and set it on the coffee table next to hers.
Cloud's face had slid into a simper at her words, and Tifa felt his hands fall to her waist. His fingertips curled under the hem of her shirt, and a shiver ran through her spine at the feel of his flesh against hers. Something flashed in his gaze at her, and Tifa got the impression that he was finally understanding.
"That's too bad," he told her through his teeth, his eyes falling away from hers and dropping to her breasts, which were straining against the cotton fabric of the long sleeve teeshirt she was wearing. His voice was a decibel above a whisper, and it rolled through her like tires over gravel, causing Tifa to bite her bottom lip in response. Cloud lifted one hand and slid it between their bodies, dipping it beneath her skirt, settling between her thighs, finding her damp and hot, pressed against the fabric of her underwear. He let his hand hover there, just barely caressing her warm sex, and Tifa rolled her hips toward him, seeking pressure. His grin widened at her as she moved, and he brought his free hand up to the back of her neck, sliding beneath the thick spill of her long dark hair as he gave her a gentle squeeze.
"Only good girls get to come," he breathed out in a hushed, sensual tone, and Tifa couldn't stop the moan from crashing out of her as she leaned forward to capture his lips in a kiss, both of her hands coming up to hold his face.
Cloud indulged her in a long kiss, his fingers skirting across her folds that were still trapped beneath the dark cotton of her panties. She rolled her hips toward him, seeking relief from the press of his fingertips, but he danced around her, never touching her long enough or in the right places to push her closer to the edge. He lifted his hips slightly towards hers, and Tifa felt the stiff ridge of his erection press against her center, searing her right through her clothing.
She pulled her tongue from his mouth, a string of saliva stretching between them as they separated. She licked her lips, staring back into his eyes and finding them completely clouded over with desire, their ultramarine depths having darkened into a misty midnight blue.
"I want to be a good girl," she whispered, the alcohol spurring her boldness and igniting the heat that was raging in her blood. "Show me how."
Cloud's fingers drifted higher up beneath her shirt, until he was pulling it up over her head. Tifa lifted her arms to assist, and Cloud pulled her hair carefully through the neck hole before tossing the shirt to the side on the couch. His eyes drifted to her breasts, milky white and smooth where they were pressed against the dark, spandex fabric of her sports bra. It was a zip-front, and Cloud brought one hand to the zipper, slowly pulling it down as his eyes held hers, until both breasts were spilling free from the confines of the material as he slid it away from her shoulders, her dark pink nipples instantly stiffening under his stare.
"Beautiful," Cloud professed as he drank her in, leaning back against the couch for a moment to admire the sloping perfection of her upper half.
Tifa arched her back, watching him as he stared back at her, one hand still flirting aimlessly between her legs, seemingly without a care in the world. All of it was leaving her hot and frenzied with desire, and she wanted so badly for him to flip her over and ravish her completely, to rip the rest of her clothes away and grab at her flesh and press his entire length deep inside of her, tearing her insides apart with every thrust.
"I'm yours, Cloud," she purred. "All yours. Anything you want from me, you can have."
The smirk on Cloud's face had faded away, leaving behind a mask of pure seriousness. His eyes remained locked with hers, and Tifa felt herself begin to crumble under the intensity that lived behind them. He leaned forward, pulling his hand away from between her thighs.
"Stand up," he ordered.
Tifa obediently climbed off of his lap, rising to her feet in front of him. She could feel the heat of the hearth behind her, warming the back of her body wherever her skin was exposed, the glow of the flames dancing orange and yellow against her skin. Her whole body was trembling with need and anticipation, and she found that she could not tear her eyes from the ferocity he was leveling back at her in his dark blue gaze. She let her arms drop to her sides, and she waited quietly for his next move or command. Cloud leaned further forward, both hands coming to the waistband of her skirt, hooking into it before tugging gently, pulling it down to her feet along with her underwear. Slowly, she stepped out of them, and Cloud kicked them to the side, leaving her standing in front of him in nothing but her leg warmers.
His eyes began a long study of her body, starting at her face, where they lingered for so long that she began to blush. Finally, they dropped into a trail that traversed her throat and her breasts, following the line to her flat stomach and finally resting between her legs, where she felt her skin dampen and grow hotter the longer that he stared at her. Still seated on the couch with her in front of him, Cloud's hands came back up to her waist, slowly working their way around to the small of her back, his fingers splayed so that they rested at the top of the curves of her bottom. He pulled her closer to him, his lips just barely ghosting over her lower belly.
"Mmm," Tifa moaned above him, and Cloud pressed a kiss to her stomach.
"Get on your hands and knees," he told her after a moment, his hands gently turning her body around.
Tifa's heart was racing again, but she quietly did as he asked, stepping away from him and finding a space on the carpet beside where the coffee table was centered in front of the couch. Slowly, she sank to her knees on the carpet, facing the hearth, the flames inside dancing across her face with their bright heat. She lowered herself to her forearms, arching her back and spreading her legs behind her for him.
"Like this?" she asked him in a tentative, small voice, wanting him to know she was at his mercy.
Cloud hummed his assent in response, and she lowered her head between her hands, hearing him rise from the couch and begin to shift in his clothes as he removed them, zippers pulled down and fabric dropped onto the couch in heaps until he was standing behind her in only his underwear. A long moment later, she felt his hand fall to her hip, stroking her flesh softly as he lowered himself to his knees behind her.
He was silent for a long moment, and Tifa could only imagine that his eyes were roving her body in its current position. The bourbon was still swimming in her bloodstream, a bold river of ardent desire and need, and Tifa couldn't ignore her sudden urges or the way they were threatening to spill out.
She lifted her head and turned back to him, her hair sliding over her shoulders in a black ink spill, and instantly her eyes connected with his. The fire that burned in the hearth refracted off of the scarlet in her eyes, sending glittering sparks of red that glowed back at him. She could see the gambol of the flames across his own blue irises, bright reflections of orange and gold that swam upstream against the glittering sea of stars that lived in his eyes.
"If I've been a bad girl," she whispered quietly, "Does that mean you'll have to punish me?"
Cloud began to smirk again, and Tifa could see that he was amused by her behavior. He drifted one hand between her legs, hovering over her exposed sex, throbbing and wet and waiting for him.
"Maybe," he replied in a sonorous tone, and he carefully slid one long finger between the folds of her pussy, causing Tifa to arch her back slightly in need. He teased her opening, dipping into the warm, silvery liquid that leaked out of her, and Tifa curled her fingers into the soft tufts of the carpet below her hands. The ache in her clit began to pulse, her entire pussy desperate for him to fill her with his entire hard length. A whine escaped her lips, signaling her desire, and she pressed her hips back against his hand, urging him to continue.
At her insistence, Cloud pulled his hand away from her swollen sex and let it rest at the top of her rear again, his fingers trailing a gentle, calm trail over her inflamed skin. Tifa shivered, biting her lip to contain the dark moan that threatened to spill out from between her lips. His palm began to rub her flesh openly, and Tifa lowered her head between her hands on the carpet.
"Tell me how you think you should be punished," Cloud said behind her, and every cadence of his voice thundered through her, echoing inside of her chest and sending shockwaves through the viscera in her belly, down to her core. She carefully lifted her head from where she'd laid it on the carpet, her forehead pressed into the downy material. She turned to look at him, catching his bright, glowing blue gaze that was alight with the swirling jade green of mako.
Tifa wanted nothing more than to be under his complete control like this, for the man she considered her personal hero and savior to tower over her, throttling her beneath his unyielding mercy. Cloud rarely tested the boundaries of their relationship; he was always respectful and sometimes a little too careful, and Tifa often had to encourage him to let go and not hold back. But every so often, especially with her incitement, Cloud would fall victim to his own dark impulses, and those were the moments that Tifa lived for, when his hands would treat her roughly, when his teeth would leave marks, when his thrusts would leave her in tears. And right now, she was dragging him back into that space, and she could see it in the way that his beautiful blue eyes glowed back at her.
"Spank me, baby," she whispered, then turned away, lowering her face again to her hands, closing her eyes and arching her back even more tightly, her legs spreading just a little more.
Her mind was spinning in a daze of booze and lust as she heard Cloud quietly shift behind her. She could sense his hesitation, especially as the seconds ticked by and he considered his next move. She knew that Cloud never wanted to do anything that could ever hurt her, and even when they flirted with the subtle subtext of harshness and acrimony between their touches, he was careful and prudent. But Tifa wanted the worst and roughest of him at that moment, wanted him to pull her apart into ribbons of dripping flesh and blood. Just the thought of his calloused palms striking her flesh made her leak even further, and Tifa stretched so that her back was even further elongated and she was displaying her desire, split open and needful, for him to devour.
"Please," she begged after a long moment had passed and he still refused to move.
The high-pitched whine in her voice seemed to spur him to action, because she heard Cloud hum before his hands came to grip both sides of her waist. He sat back against the couch, and pulled her body gently into his lap, laying her across him with her belly across his thighs, her rear end in the air.
"You okay, baby?" he asked, and she could feel the vibrations of his chest rock through her entire body. It set her completely aflame, and she let her body settle comfortably against his, reaching one arm out to grip his thigh in her hand as she lowered her face and closed her eyes.
"Yes," she breathed, barely able to hear her own voice as the air escaped her lungs.
Cloud hummed his agreement, and she felt his hand drop to rub both cheeks of her ass, warming the flesh beneath his palms. Her mind was spinning, anticipation blending into the swirling fire the bourbon had left in her blood. She pinched her eyes closed, just as Cloud brought his palm down in a smack across her flesh in a firm strike that left a sting but was not too hard or painful.
"Mmmm," Tifa moaned in response, curling her toes and writhing against his lap. She could feel Cloud's chest constrict as he took in a deep breath at her response.
"… Are you gonna be a good girl, Tifa?" he asked her from above, and his words spilled over her in waves, as if the ocean had suddenly slammed right into her, knocking her over and pulling her into its undertow. Before she could respond, his hand was at her flesh again, and he was alternating hard slaps between both cheeks of her rear, causing her skin to brighten with red marks in the shape of his hand as he carefully and lovingly assailed her.
Tifa let out cries of despair and longing, and the pain, if it could be called that, was so, so good, it set off violent bursts of lightning in her brain that made her entire body come alight. She squeezed his thigh in one hand, the other covering her face as her wails began to translate into harsh, needy moans.
After a long moment, Cloud stopped spanking her and began to rub the tender, sore flesh of her bottom. The soothing sensation made her mewl even harder than his slaps had, and she bent one knee to further spread her pussy open to him, feeling another slow drip of wetness leak out of her. Cloud was whispering sweet praises to her from above, but Tifa's executive functioning had completely shut down, and nothing she heard him say was landing with any particular coherence. Instead, she just became further unraveled, and she was suddenly begging him to fuck her, her words tumbling past her lips unprovoked and unauthorized.
"Hm, okay, baby," Cloud murmured above her, and Tifa could tell that he was beginning to relish the role she'd cornered him into, was beginning to embrace it. His hand that had been rubbing tenderly across her sore backside lowered between her legs, his fingertips gently grazing against her outer lips. "I think you're being a good girl now."
Tifa shuddered and stilled her entire body, waiting patiently for his next move, her brain completely clouded and spun by excitement and wanton desire for him. She rolled her hips over his lap, angling her spread core up higher for him to admire, and even through the haze she was climbing through, she knew that he was pleased by what he saw, judging from the low groan he emitted and the way that he shifted beneath her. Tifa could feel his erection against her belly, and she knew instantly that he was likely desperately uncomfortable, even though he was prolonging the matter to cater to her dark wants and desires.
"Please, Cloud," she found herself begging, his fingers still toying with her slick opening but not moving with any purpose. Her entire body was aflame from the effects of his assertive control, and she squirmed across him, encouraging him to touch her again.
Cloud just hummed in response, and once again, Tifa could feel the vibrations of his vocal cords hit the pit of her belly. She winced, feeling tears of desperation threaten the corner of her eyes, just as Cloud brought his free hand to her face, shoving two fingers into her mouth.
"Don't worry, Tifa," he reassured, his voice a low, tremulous baritone. Tifa turned to look at him, hearing the sweet cadence that underpinned his voice, and their eyes met, hers as bright red as cherries and his aquamarine orbs that were swirling with emerald green. "You're being a good girl, and I'm gonna take care of you."
She nearly melted, tearing her gaze away from his as she felt his fingers drift lower and away from the split of wet flesh between her thighs to rest at its apex, finding her clit, stiff and pulsing for him. Cloud's fingers were slick from her own arousal, and gently he began to draw circles over her aching nub, applying a firm pressure that had her ankles rolling instantly.
"Ohh, ohh, Cloud, baby…" she cried, her words mumbled over his fingers that were lodged in her mouth. Cloud didn't respond, only kept up his circular onslaught, and it was only a few seconds later when Tifa broke completely, the pleasure spiking alongside the adrenaline in her blood, splintering her in half as she came across his fingers, her voice growing shrill.
"Fuck," Cloud cursed, keeping his fingers pressed to her clit as she rode the zenith, the high carrying her to a temporary, otherworldly plane where everything was too bright and too sensitive. Only the feel of his legs beneath her and his fingers on her body and in her mouth were keeping her grounded as the intensity of her orgasm threatened to send her into space to crash headfirst amongst the stars.
"Damn, Tifa," Cloud groaned above her before he pulled his fingers from her mouth and his hand away from the gap in her thighs. Tears had sprung out of the corners of both of her eyes, and Tifa gasped loudly when his fingers left her mouth, inhaling oxygen as if it might be the last time she ever breathed. Gently, Cloud brought his hands to both of her shoulders, carefully pulling her away from his lap so that she came up to kneel in front of him. Tifa sniffled violently when they faced each other, her entire body trembling, and she was terrified that she might spill over or pass out in front of him. Cloud brought a hand up to her throat, caressing it gently, and his touch instantly stabilized her.
"See," he crooned gently to her. "I knew you were a good girl."
His words set off a bomb in Tifa's brain, and she leaned forward, wrapping her arms around his neck and burying her face into the crook of his shoulder as she began to sob, the pleasure of her release still draining her of all of her senses. His hands came up to her back, rubbing her gently and soothing the hysteria of her orgasm away. She wanted to hold him forever and never let him go; she never wanted him to leave her side again. She was already dreading the next morning when he would get up and go to work again.
"We're not done yet, sweetheart," he told her, and gently he was pulling her away from her clutches on him. Tifa's face was bright red with embarrassment as she realized the delirium with which she was behaving. "Get back on your knees."
Tifa took in a deep breath, but no matter how hard she tried, her heart would not stop its wild hammering inside of her chest, beating so rapidly she was afraid it might give out and kill her. Carefully, reluctantly, she peeled herself away from Cloud's lap and resumed her position on her knees in front of the fireplace, pressing her breasts into the carpet as she lowered her head and arched her back.
She heard Cloud moving behind her, shuffling out of his underwear before he came behind her, kneeling between her spread thighs. Her breath hitched when his hands lowered to her hips, his fingers grazing the still inflamed and tender skin of her bottom.
"You're my good girl, Tifa," Cloud praised her again, just as she felt him run the tip of his cock across the entire length of her pussy, swirling over her clit before he sank inside of her in one long, fluid movement that caused her to arch her back with a sharp cry.
Cloud gripped her hips with both hands as he began to thrust into her, riding up to the hilt, his entire length dipping into her until the tip of him was prodding against a spot deep inside of her that he always made certain to find. Once he had the right angle, his movements became relentless, and Tifa cried out as the desperate pleasure curled inside of her and began to pull her apart, fresh tears lining her cheeks as she unraveled. Her screams echoed across the bar's dining room, bouncing against the windows and nearly shattering them with the force of her piercing wails. Cloud suddenly stopped his movements, earning a yearning whimper from her throat, and he leaned forward over her to press a kiss to her shoulder.
"Shh," he scolded gently, "Before you wake the kids up."
He leaned back again and continued his assault, his deep penetration causing Tifa to curl her toes and flex the soles of her feet until her calves began to throb with tight pain. A new, deeply threaded orgasm began to wrap itself around her brain, pulling her down under into suffocating electricity, just as Cloud lifted one leg to place his foot against the carpet, angling his stance so that somehow, miraculously, he was able to thrust even deeper inside of her. Tifa's fingernails curled into the dark fabric of the carpet, pulling at its threads until her hands began to cramp, the beds of her nails growing dark red from the pressure.
The next explosion came swiftly, and it broke her apart into a thousand pieces as she came hard with a cry of his name. She was unable to move or resist, only able to succumb to his inexorable lovemaking. Her body went limp, accepting, and his movements only prolonged her release, dragging it out as her mind went blank with the spin of pleasure that was woven into her blood and every fiber of her being. Her ruby-red eyes drifted lazily across the carpet up to the hearth, where they settled, watching the flames sizzle and pop in front of her as he continued his steady slide inside of her, until her eyes glassed over with fresh tears.
Tifa's mind was only beginning to clear from her orgasm when Cloud finally met his own release, and he grabbed her waist before driving into her with a final slam of his hips against her backside. She felt him paint her insides with his warm, sticky fluid, and she could only moan as it coated her, telling her without words over and over that she was his, forever and ever. It was the greatest feeling in the world, and she called out his name in desperation, just as he squeezed her hips hard with both hands, then leaned forward to reach for her shoulders, pulling her up so that her back was flush against his chest.
Still inside of her, Cloud wrapped his arms around her body, holding her tight in his embrace as he swiped her hair out of the way and lined kisses along the column of her throat.
"Tifa," he breathed against her skin, and Tifa almost came undone again, just from the sound of his voice and its reverberating echoes across her body.
"I love you, Cloud," she proclaimed, unable to stop the spill of emotion from crashing out of her. "That was so good, my love."
"Hmm," Cloud hummed in agreement, running his hands over her breasts affectionately as he held her tight to him. Tifa knew that he cherished when she spoke to him with those words, and she could sense his adoration in the way that he clutched her tightly, rocking her body gently against his. "I love you, too, sweetheart."
She leaned back against him, the fire dancing across both of their bodies in warm, heated colors as they held each other, rippling against the afterglow they bathed in. After a long moment, Cloud sighed behind her, and he fell back away to sit on the floor, finally slipping out of her as he gathered his breath and leaned back against the couch, pulling her along with him.
"Damn," he expelled with a sigh, and Tifa leaned against him, feeling the line of sweat stick between their bodies. "I'm ready for bed, how about you?"
Tifa nodded, curling her fingers against his chest as she held onto him, her brain still dizzy from the passionate and rough throes of their lovemaking. Everything about their acts that night had left her in a haze of pleasure and desire that was unlike anything she could remember feeling in recent memory. As she curled against his chest, hearing his heartbeat steadily beam up at her with its thunder, she realized that her love and devotion for him had eclipsed into new territory, and she wanted nothing more than to be forever at his mercy this way.
"I am too," she answered him after a moment, and she trailed the fingernail of her index finger across the smooth plane of his pectorals, causing the muscle to twitch beneath her touch. "But Cloud?"
Cloud hummed again in response, sighing slightly as he rubbed a hand up and down her forearm. "Yeah?"
Tifa swallowed, summoning the last remnants of her courage. The bourbon was still alive in her veins, though its effects had somewhat simmered and tapered off. Nonetheless, she was determined to tell him what she was feeling, and especially, what she wanted.
"I… really liked what we did tonight," she admitted quietly, still running her finger across his chest. "I… want to do more of it."
Cloud leaned back a little, tipping his chin forward so that his eyes, which had settled back into a star-pierced royal blue, could connect with hers as they met her face. "You like being spanked?" he asked her softly.
Tifa dropped her eyes and blushed furiously, her face feeling suddenly so hot she was afraid her cheeks might melt and slide away. "Yes, but…" her voice trailed off as she bit her bottom lip between her teeth, and Cloud was encouraging her to continue by running his fingers up and down her arm. "More than that, I like you being in control. I want more of that, and I want it all of the time."
The confession fell out of her in a swooping swirl, leaving her breathless as soon as she uttered the words. Cloud's eyes widened slightly, but then realization slowly spread into his features, and he brought up a hand to gently brush her bangs out of her face.
"Yeah?" he ventured, letting out a slow breath. "You sure about that?"
Tifa nodded quickly, far too enthusiastically. "Yes," She sighed immediately. "I'm positive."
Cloud nodded, offering her a playful smirk before he leaned in to press a tender kiss to her nose. Then he backed away slightly, dropping his arms from around her.
"Okay. But let's talk about it more tomorrow, okay? We need to get some sleep."
Tifa smiled brightly at him, the burgundy in her eyes sparkling under the flicker of the flames that still burned in the hearth.
"Whatever you say, baby." she purred in response. "Only you."