A/N: SMUT! Like seriously, just smut, and a proper smutty one for that matter. Beware the lemons avalanche :)
This one is the follow up to #80 "Not That Kind of Christmas Story." My most beloved, loyal reader, Just4Me asked for the continuation of the smut and more tie action for New Year's and I might have taken it a bit further. Uhem...
Thorin was finishing reading the last contract when his secretary, Mrs. Perkins walked into his office.
"I'm leaving for lunch, sir." Thorin hummed and smiled to her absentmindedly without lifting his eyes from the paper. It was New Year's Eve, and he wanted to finish earlier and go home. They had plans. "I am supposed to remind you that you have dinner with your wife today. I have ordered flowers like you asked," Mrs. Perkins stepped to the table, and Thorin saw a box wrapped in red paper with a black bow on it in her hands, "And this has been delivered for you." Thorin accepted the box, and Mrs. Perkins left.
The bow wasn't a glued on type, it was an actual black lace ribbon, and after he untied it the red wrapping paper slid off, and he lifted the lid. He felt suddenly hot and jerked the collar of his starched shirt.
He pulled his gift out of the box and carefully turned it in his fingers. It was certainly what he thought it was, but for a moment he even doubted whether it was intended for him. And then he picked up his mobile.
"Kinglet Designs, Wren speaking," the confident, melodic voice of his wife answered, and he cleared his throat.
"It's me," Thorin could hear his own voice was raspy and indecent. "I got your gift..." She hummed noncommittally, and he assumed she had clients near by. On the other hand she sent the gift to his firm and didn't give it to him at home, which means slight exhibitionistic element was part of the game. "I thought we have a table in that French restaurant..." He twirled her present in his hand again. It was intricately made, very expensive looking and probably bespoke.
"I changed my mind. I want to celebrate New Year's home." Her voice was completely even and mundane, and then he heard her answering something to one of her designers. He peeked into the box, there was another part there, and he hooked his finger on it and pulled it out. "Considering the decision we made last week, I realised it might be our last New Year's for a while for this sort of celebration. And you did mention on Christmas you wanted to use your tie for more of the same." He admired her self-control, her voice didn't waver a single time through this conversation. One would think she was talking about sitting in front of telly with popcorn.
They were indeed sort of planning to try something new this New Year's, perhaps some restrains, and they had some fun with his tie at the Christmas party. And they had decided to try for a baby this year, and indeed the prop he was holding in his hand at the moment would probably never see the light of day in the nearest years. But then, looking at it and thinking of her as a hopefully future mother of his child threw him off a bit.
"Wren, I am having doubts..." Among other things he loved the openness and honesty in this marriage. It wasn't hard to share his thoughts with her, and he heard the sound of her steps. She was moving somewhere to speak privately.
"OK, I'm alone now. I'm in a supplies closet," there was some rustling, and then he heard her closing the door behind her. "You are having doubts..."
"That it is a bit too much..." He connected the parts together, and shifted on his chair. Damn, it was tempting, and he did have such fantasies. And as it turned out she knew about them. "How did you know by the way?"
"I know you well, darling," her voice had a bit more purr in it, and he leant back in his chair dropping his head back. "I have to confess, I've been carefully testing some kinks on you, keeping an eye on your reaction." He chuckled.
"That explains all those time you have 'forgotten' to close your porn on the laptop..." She giggled.
"I loved your expression when you saw the dungeon one."
"That looked painful, love."
"Well, I needed to establish the baseline. And tell me I didn't guess with my gift..." That was definitely a purr, and he groaned.
"You do know me well, Wren."
"Do you like it? It is bespoke, I had to go for a fitting." He closed his eyes, she was speaking quietly, and then he realised the voice was a bit breathy. "I have tender skin, they had to find the proper lining, and then the seamstress had to test it..." Thorin gulped with difficulty, he was getting very hard. "I am planning to meet you in the bedroom after work, I have an outfit to go with it..." He quickly pondered opening his fly, that wouldn't be the first time he had to jerk off at work while on the phone with her. She was fond of playing this dirty trick on him. Her lunch phone calls were both a treat and a torture. "By the way... Don't you dare touching yourself," her tone was suddenly authoritative, and he froze his hand on his crotch. "I want all of what you have only for me today."
"I am starting to think you do need this gift more than I do, Wren, you obviously have control issues," he growled into the phone and heard her laugh throatily. Shiver ran down his spine from this laugh.
"That is why I'm giving you a collar and a leash, love." She did indeed. A wide leather collar, with soft lining, and black lace on the red leather on the outside, and a sturdy long chain clasped to it. Thorin pick them up and jingled it near the phone so she could hear.
"See you tonight, Wren." She purred her goodbyes and hung up. He stuffed the collar and the chain back into the box and put it into his briefcase. The day couldn't go faster.
He entered the hall of their apartment, shook off his coat and toed off his shoes. All rooms seemed dark, except he could see dim light streaming from the bedroom door. Thorin quickly went to the bathroom and washed his hands. He expected even while keeping his wife on a leash, figuratively and literally, he would eventually use his hands. He could never keep them away from her.
She was sitting on the bed in a red and black lace bra and garter belt, her hair pinned up, a rosette of matching lace in it. There were no knickers, and she had very heavy makeup, which he never saw on her before. Lots of black around her eyes, and he understood there were fake lashes. Altogether she looked like a very expensive hooker. Very classy, but definitely a hooker.
He stopped by the door, the collar and the chain in his hand, still fully dressed and not certain how to proceed. They had never done anything of the sort. She gracefully slid off the bed and walked to him. He saw red lipstick on her wide mouth, and his cock twitched.
"Would you like to put it on me now?" Her tone was soft and sensual, and she threw him the look from under the thick black lashes. It felt strange, it was her, but on the other hand it wasn't. The makeup changed the face, and more so the woman in front of him was obedient, sensual, while Wren had always been of the bossy type. He opened a collar, holding it in the air, and she stepped into it. She then bent her head down showing him vulnerable, delicate back of her long neck, and he clasped the collar. She took a few small steps back, the chain shifted, still lying in his palm, and he curled his fingers around it and pulled slightly. Wren took a step closer to him. It felt better than he expected. Because of the height difference he was used to looking down at her, and now he pulled the leash up and she raised her eyes at him.
He walked to the bed leading her after him, and on the duvet he saw his tie they used during Christmas party. He didn't wear it since then, she was biting it to muffle her loud moans and screams, it was chewed beyond looking good anymore, it was kept in the wardrobe and they have talked about using it as restrains couple times since then. He picked it up, and suddenly she turned her back to him her wrists crossed behind her.
"Wren, that might be too much... " He looked at her pale slender wrists. Her skin bruised easily, and again she was already wearing a collar. His eyes shifted from the hands to her naked buttocks, and his cock strained in the pants.
"Maybe just at the beginning..." There was some shy pleading in her tone, completely uncharacteristic to her, she was very demanding in bed, and he realised she was playing a part. He gritted his teeth, he was already very turned on, and her submissiveness was so fresh and exciting, that he bent down and firmly tied her wrists together. He then picked the leash up again and started walking her out of the bedroom.
"But..." There was sincere confusion in her tone, and he smirked. They have christened all possible surfaces in this apartment but he knew she was averse to having sex on the sofa in the living room. It was leather and indeed not the most comfortable, as well as it would ridiculous squeak from the contact with naked skin. But again today Wren was not in charge. He led her to the sofa, he saw the red lips press, but she didn't say anything.
"Climb on," he pointed at the sofa with a nod, and she hesitated but obeyed. "On your knees, back to me." She was barefoot, and then he noticed a thin red ribbon tied around her right ankle in a flirty bow. She knew him well, he had a thing for her feet and for bows. This one was perfect. She climbed on the sofa the way he told her to, and shifted between her knees. He slowly took off his jacket, he could see her watching over her shoulder, he threw the tie over it on the dining table as well, and started rolling up his sleeves.
"Should be discuss when we are stopping, Wren?" He asked quietly, and he saw her shoulders tense.
"I hardly think we need a safe word, we are not having a dom/sub role play here. Once one of us wants to stop I assume the other one would," her tone was once again her usual confident one, and he quickly leaned in and kissed her cheek.
"Of course we would, love," they both were momentarily acting out of characters, and she giggled.
"You destroyed my mood, I was just starting to enjoy being a meek sex slave." He choked on his laughter.
"God, Wren, only you can say that with a straight face." She snorted and turned away from him.
"You should pick up the leash," her tone was her usual bossy one, and he decided, not today. He lifted his hand and gave her buttock a nice juicy slap, mostly just sound, trying to inflict no pain. She yelped and jumped up. He quickly stepped ahead and pressed a hand of the straight left arm onto the back of the sofa near her shoulder.
"I wouldn't be that lippy, little one, when there is a collar around your neck," he kept his voice low, and she pressed her forehead to the back of the sofa silently. The game was on again. He splayed his right hand on her nape, her neck fit between his thumb and index finger, and he applied just enough pressure to show her it was there, and then he slid the hand lower, along her spine. He quickly unclasped the bra, it slid down, but she couldn't do anything her hands tied.
"Stay," he said firmly and heard her exhale sharply. He stroked her shoulder blades, another of his obsessions, and then he licked between then, supporting himself suspended above her, left hand still pressed near her in the leather of the sofa. He started tracing the pattern of freckles on her nape, she was breathing raggedly, and then he quickly pushed his fingers between her buttocks and dipped two fingers inside her. Just as he expected she was very wet, and she whimpered and jerked. "Stay, Wren. Eyes on the wall." He shortly wondered where all these lines of his were coming from, he assumed probably porn, but it was definitely working. She turned her face to the wall, and he started pumping his fingers into her. He knew her body well, right now he was aiming for teasing her close to pleasure but not close enough for her to even ponder orgasm. He was also just a bit more rough than she liked at the beginning. She was starting to moan quietly, and then he thought she tried to move away from his hand.
"Wren?" He asked carefully, and she slightly turned and threw a look at him. The eyes half lidded under the thick make up, she slightly opened her lips and then nodded. He quickly kissed her jaw near the ear and straightened up. Pressing one knee near her he picked up the chain with his free hand and twirled it around his wrist.
He pulled back, she arched, and he simultaneously sank his fingers deeper into her. She moaned loudly, and he scissored his digits in her. He then pulled them out slowly, rubbing the walls thoroughly, making her mewl and squirm.
He paused for a second pondering his options. There were a few things he wanted to do, shagging her from behind holding her tied wrists in one hand was definitely among them, but that was the aggro with using two toys at the same time. He needed to make a good use of the leash first.
Thorin sat on the sofa and gently pulled on the leash. Wren who stayed immobile this whole time followed his movement and slid on the floor between his legs. A blowjob in this case was an obvious cliche, but they both were fond of it, and he deftly opened his belt and trousers. He pulled his cock out, and she was going to lower her lips on it when he gave her a tug. He was trying to be careful, the last thing he needed was to bruise her neck, and she looked at him. Damn, the makeup was really working. Mostly because it was so different, she normally didn't wear any, and the porn actress lashes made her slanted eyes look mesmerising.
"Wipe off the lipstick first," he kept the tone cold, "You might have to bring the tissue box with your teeth though." She jerked but kept her eyes down, and it was starting to drive him crazy. He was fighting intrusive images of already shagging her into the floor, damn the game. But then she started getting up to get the tissues from the coffee table, and he tugged down at the collar not letting her. She gave him a quick look, he returned it firmly, and she went down on all four on the floor and crawled to the table, the chain was long enough for him to keep her on the leash. He watched her, his eyes darting from her folds he could see between the pale buttocks, moving from her crawling, to the small pink soles of her tiny feet. She brought the box to him, indeed in her teeth, and he pulled out a white square. She lifted her face to him. A mask of obedience frozen on it, she was mind blowingly beautiful, he once again felt more turned on but also uneasy from the fact that it was if if it were not quite his wife in front of him. He carefully wiped the red off her lips, and she bent down, he guided his cock into her mouth, and she started sucking. She was both very fond of it, she could actually come doing it, and also very good at it. He suspected she had done extensive research on it before they met. She obviously didn't need hands for it, and soon enough he had to use the leash again. His cock popped out of her mouth with a loud sound, and he softly made her get up.
"Turn around," she did, and he saw the collar smoothly slide around her neck. He took her wrists in one hand, pulled her on his cock, helping with another hand, and she started jumping on him. Her legs were straight, locked together, she was pushing from the floor. They had tested this sofa many times before, this position was giving the best angle. He planted his feet firmly into the floor and leaned back letting her do all the work. She was bobbing industriously, even adding a twist into the movement, and then he tugged the collar, disrupting her rhythm, making her arch her back. Her bouncing stuttered, and she gasped. He let go and after a few deep breaths in, she went back to her work. And then he jerked again, this time making her fall back onto him. He added more tension into the leash, not letting her move away, and then caught her mouth in an askew kiss over her shoulder.
He was kissing her deeply, tangling their tongues, and when he assumed her mind was fogged enough, he covered her fanny with his hand and rubbed her clit forcefully with his thumb. She cried out but could not move away, his cock was deep in her, and her neck was controlled by the leash. He rubbed and then tapped several times with tense straight fingers, she wailed, and he started switching between gentle pinches and tight circles of his thumb.
"Please stop, it's… Too much..." He halted and splayed his hand on her stomach.
"Do you want your hands free now, love?" His voice was still coarse, and she guessed by his intonation that the game was continuing.
"Yes, please." The tone was perfect obedience and submission. He let go of some length of the leash, she climbed off him, gasping loudly when his cock slid out of her, and he untied her wrists. She rubbed them while he quickly took off his shirt and socks. Somehow leaving his trousers felt more dominating, the fly was open but he was still dressed, while he saw her shaking off the bra that was dangling around her arms the whole time. She was right though, the sofa was annoying, and he led her back to the bedroom now.
"On your stomach," he ordered, and she climbed on the bed. Her pert bum in the air, she froze on all four. "Down, Wren." She gave him a look over her shoulder, and he saw familiar sarcastic expression. Apparently the walk through the apartment was long enough for her to forget her part. He quickly knelt behind her and pulled the leash. It made her rise on her knees, her calves were locked between his on the bed, and her back pressed into his chest. He put his hand on the collar, his thumb index finger under her chin, and he bent over and caught her mouth in another askew kiss. And then he pushed her ahead, flat on her stomach, "I said down, Wren." Her body slightly bounced, she was fond of springy mattresses, he pushed her knees apart, one hand with a leash in it pressed on the bed near her head, another quickly on his cock, and he pushed into her without warning. Still grasping the chain, he started snapping his hips into her, roughly, he wasn't going to come, he just needed to release a bit of tension. After the initial cry and her hands thrashing on the sheets, she now lay in the bed without moving, completely passive, body relaxed and jerking from his thrusts. He went on for a bit and then pulled out. He took a few deep breaths in, exhaling through rounded lips. She lay still, and he leaned in and whispered in her ear, halting the game for a bit, "Wren, alright?" She hummed in agreement, he could see she was breathing heavily too.
He then knelt again and sat on his heels. He pulled at the leash, she started rising clumsily, he could see her body trembling, and he led her on his cock. This position was one of his favourite, it was very deep and he loved watching her buttocks bounce , his cock disappearing in her.
She settled into a rhythm pretty quickly, although he could see she was getting tired, and then suddenly she folded her arms on her back, forearms together. He had hands large enough to encircle both of them, but he still wasn't sure it was a good idea. Yes, he wanted it and wouldn't get a chance now that they had untied her hands, but he couldn't be sure he wouldn't get carried away and squeeze her wrists, leaving bruises.
"Please..." Her tone was pleading, and he carefully curled his fingers around the narrow wrists. Between this and the leash he was rhythmically pulling at by the other hand he felt completely in control over her motions, and soon he was losing caution, he was pulling her into him, each time accompanied with her increasingly loud screams, and she would start falling ahead, and he would jerk her back. She was getting louder, and then he started to feel increasing pressure inside her, she was getting close to orgasm. Her head was dropped as much as the collar allowed, her hair swaying, the pins lost in the bed somewhere, and the semblance to a ragdoll and the fact that he was pretty much pulling her onto his cock without much participation from her now made him almost mad from arousal.
He was only feeling hungrier, he wanted more, so he pushed her ahead, off him. She fell on the bed passively. He jerked off his trousers and pants, and then he remembered of the position she would normally be least pleased with. He grabbed her under her arms, she didn't resist, her head dropped ahead and hair having fallen on her face, he rolled on his back and placed her on top of him on her back. She made a predictably displeased noise, very weak though, but he already spread her legs dropping them on the sides of his body, and before she could say anything he grabbed his cock, pressed the tip into her entrance and sharply bucked his hips. His cock hit some back wall, and she wailed.
She didn't like this position for exactly the lack of control from her and for the fact that she would be very open, she had a sensitive clit, especially if it had been stimulated by then for a while, and he would always make sure she had the ability to regulate what was done to it. At the same time he was larger than an average man and his cock had a curve, steeper when he was properly turned on, at the moment he felt he was going to explode, while she was small, tight, and her vagina had an unusual curve to it as well. In this position he would fuck her harder and more sensitively than in any other, and she would have no control over it.
One of his hands to the side, pulling at her leash, making her strain her back instinctively to protect her neck, another arm wrapped around her, his hand almost covering both of her small tits, he was fucking her harshly, his hips jumping on the bed, propelled even more by the mattress, her body sliding up on his cock, and falling down, her taut buttocks bouncing off him, and she was battering her hands on the sides. The noises she was making were new, he had never heard these raspy groans, with a shrieky squeak at the end, when she would sink on him and his tip would tap her cervix. His testes were swaying, and he let go of the leash and her tits, and grabbed her hips, his fingers sinking in her flesh. Then he shifted them, sliding his palms on her inner thighs, kneading them and brushing his thumbs on her clit, roughly and sloppily, and she was howling non stop now.
Her cries changed, they almost sounded like sobs, and they suddenly reached his mind, and he gritted his teeth, and made himself slow down, his hips still jerking irregularly without his control, but he felt his sense was at least a bit back, and he picked up her chin and turned her face to see her eyes. Tears mixed with black from her lids were trickling on the side of her face, and he felt mortified. Did he misread what was going on? She whined quietly, a small whimper, and his throat constricted from panic. He was holding his body under control now, some muscles shaking in his upper legs and stomach.
"So good..." She breathed out, and then blinked, the lashes fluttered, and she gulped, her throat moving under the heel of his palm. "But I think my hip twisted. Can we move?" Her voice was suddenly completely mundane, and he stared at her.
"Wren?.." She pressed her hands into the sheets, rolled off him carefully not to jerk his cock, and with a groan she sat up on the bed on her knees.
"Yeah?" She was fixing the collar, and he just couldn't believe it. Was her wailing and the tears that she was now meticulously wiping, rolling her eyes up to the ceiling, was it all an act?!
"I thought it was too much..." He sounded almost offended, and she looked at him hiking her brows.
"It was intense, but not too much. I'd have told you otherwise." She picked up the leash and stretched her hand with it to him. He could certainly say at that moment he was not in the mood anymore.
"Can you take this thing off please?" His voice was unpleasant but he felt like an idiot. He got carried away, felt horrible about it, and now she was sitting in front of him nonchalantly fixing her porn actress makeup! She gave him an attentive evaluating look. Damn all that porn and its totally fake images!
"I thought we were having fun..." Her tone was pensive.
"Well, I was!" He bit back and cringed.
"Oh I see," her voice was that calm resolved tone of hers that he was so familiar with, and he fell back on the bed and stared at the ceiling. The damn erection was still cheerfully pointing up and into the stars. He heard the collar unclasp, the chain jingled, and she threw it off the bed on the floor. There was more shuffling and suddenly her cool silk body stretched on him. She was naked now, the belt and even the ribbon from her ankle were gone, and he didn't want to but he looked and met her attentive eyes. The damn paint was still there, but unlike before that was definitely his Wren. One corner of her lips was curled up sarcastically, and one eyebrow was cocked above the damn porn lashes. "Are we grumpy because we didn't get a chance to brutalise our wife?"
"What?! No! Don't be ridiculous!" His voice broke as if he were thirteen, and she suddenly started laughing loudly and dropped her forehead on his chest.
"God, that righteous indignation of yours," she was snorting, and he considered pushing her off him. He never would of course. She lifted her face again and brushed the tip of her index finger on his bottom lip. "Love, sex is messy and psychologically complicated. Why do you think porn and erotica and kinks are such a viral thing? There are no simple answers in sex. You did something that freaked you out, and you enjoyed it, and it freaked you out more." He puffed air out in an irritated exhale. Great, a lecture on social and psychological significance of shag. "Do you want just to shag like a boring married couple? Because that was totally fun but I think I just prefer you shagging me into the sheets plain and simple." He looked at her from the corner of his eye and saw her wide mouth stretched in a merry smile, laughing amber eyes and turned up freckled nose.
"I hate the porn make up," he grumbled, and she laughed again.
"Good, because it feels like tabasco and Sriracha mixture on my eyeballs. And I think I might have glued the lashes to the eyeballs as well." She stretched and gave a playful bite to his jaw. "More so, I'm going to totally kill your mood and go wash it off now, while your cock is still poking me demanding attention, because no way in hell I'm enduring this shite for another minute. From the mind blowing shag of couple minutes ago I think I smeared all this paint in and now it might be reaching the optic nerve. So sorry about this," she rolled off him and climbed off the bed. He watched her slender figure disappeared in the open door into the ensuite bathroom. "By the way my eyes are going to be red and puffy once I wash it off, so if you still want to shag me afterwards, that will be like shagging a bunny with hay fever."
"You are a bunny with hay fever," he called back to her. And then he started laughing and stretched his back on the sheets.
"Only in May, love," she answered over the noise of running water, the door of the vanity cabinet banged, some more clanking and banging ensued, and she came out of the bathroom, cotton ball in her hands. "The rest of the year I'm just a sex bunny with food allergies." He turned his head and looked at her. She was standing leaning on the door frame, completely comfortable in her nakedness, and he smiled to her.
"You are very beautiful." She was his Wren, her strange angular features were back, pale freckled face, long lashes, though less impressive now after the comparison with the porn fans, her hair scattered on the shoulders, and she smirked.
"Hold this thought," she returned to the bathroom, the water ran again, and then she came back and climbed on him again. His erection was gone already, and he felt exhausted. "Do you want me to leave you alone or alternatively remind you that it's New Year's and next year around this time I'll hopefully be round, bloated and not wanting any sex? I'll probably be interested strictly in foot rubs and some strange food combinations like onion with marmalade or something." She sounded very pleased with the prospect.
"Well, as a long time married couple we should tick the box, so how about a quick hand job, and at the very end you will quickly straddle me and we both have a slightly unsatisfying orgasm?" He gave her a wide smile, and she started slowly backing up placing a kiss after a kiss first on his sternum, then stomach, heading quite obviously towards his cock. Three kisses later the cock was as ready as it gets.
"How about I give you the best oral you've had in your life, come from it, and at the end you roll me under you in throes of passion they describe in romance novels and make love to me as if the destiny of the world depended on it?" The sexy tigress purr was back, accompanied with possessive clawing and couple bites on his hipbone, and he sighed happily.
The first long lick followed, and he rasped out, "I've never read a romance novel…" His tip slid in her throat, and he groaned, "Oh fuck... But if you provide some guidance..."
"Don't worry," she released him for a second to purr, and then her little pink tongue danced on the ridge, "Just do as I say, and you'll be fine." Thorin shortly thought that it was quite obvious who was on a leash in this family and immediately thought he didn't mind. And then no thoughts could be formed in his quickly fogging mind.