Beth looks on at herself in the full length mirror and tilts her head in deliberation. Cowboy boots and a matching hat are all that grace her nude body. There's also a whip curled around her fist, turning her knuckles white. She found it amongst the musty clothes in the one of the closets and couldn't resist at least trying the get up on. Beads of arousal already sparkle like diamonds in the curls decorating her pubic bone and the last thing she wears is a smile full of sin. She's never done anything even remotely like this before and the nerves pluck at her veins as she imagines approaching Daryl in this manner.
He's down the hall taking a leak so she's free for the moment to gaze at herself and debate if this is something she really has the balls to wear in front of him. Admittedly this thing they've cultivated is still very new but the angle he took her at last night… it left her feeling like there's more to explore and find together. Dress up could be one of them but is this the right time? On one hand she thinks it's a bad idea to do this; to introduce something kinky this early in when they know so little about each others likes and dislikes in the bedroom. On the other hand she can't help thinking that this could be their only chance to do something like this.
They've found this place to bed down for a while but how long is that going to last? Things like this never usually do. Safe, happy places always go under in the end and it's not like out on the road she's going to be striding around naked. The thought seems to clinch her decision and she nods firmly at herself in the mirror. Now that she knows she's going through with it the excitement mixes with the nerves until she's a giddy mess. She's praying this doesn't blow up in her face as she perches on the bed they slept in last night, the smell of them all around her. There's a delicious ache between her thighs she's never had, good sex something she's not come by before.
The door to the bedroom is open a crack so she can hear when Daryl's bare feet touch the floor. The creak of the floorboards makes her stomach lurch and for a wild moment she imagines shooting up and taking everything off before he can see. Alone this felt like a naughty, devious little game of dress up but with him fast approaching she feels like a silly little girl trying to be something she's not. Her voice gets tangled in her throat and she freezes up when he arrives in the doorway.
His eyes pin to her with a comical wideness that manages to make her smile. "Hey," she offers nervously. "Look what I found."
Daryl's eyes trail from the hat perched on her head, down the spill of her messy hair and to her breasts. It's an eager kind of look in his eye like he's devouring every patch of skin he finds but before he can even reach the boots on her feet, his eyes land on the whip coiled around her hand and he tenses.
Beth tenses with him and watches breathlessly as he shakes his head. "S'... s'erm," he coughs nervously, his eyes still pinned to the whip. "S'a good get up but not tha'."
She glances at the rubber wrapped around her knuckles and then back at him, shame flooding her at his bunched up shoulders. The scars. Of course. She uncoils it slowly and lays it to the side with a flush staining her cheeks. How could she be so stupid? She's at a loss for words, embarrassment clawing at her throat.
Finally, she manages to squeak out, "Daryl, I didn't even think, m'sorry."
Daryl rolls his shoulder, no longer looking at her nude body and it makes her grab a stray blanket and pull it over herself, taking off the hat and kicking off the boots quickly too. He frowns at her and steps inside the room, his hands taking a hold of her face in a move she doesn't feel like he would have been brave enough to do even last night. The intense sex they had in those early hours seemed to reshape them and when he's taken her so intimately, why should they be scared of exploring this?
"M'sorry, don't cover up," he whispers.
Beth's neck is titled back so her jaw fits in his hands and she wraps her arms around his waist too, the blanket shifting down her body once more. "That was stupid of me, I should'a never… I didn't wanna whip you or nothin', I-I… don't even know what I was thinkin', Daryl, please don't thin-"
"Stop," he mutters, quiet and firm, his thumbs stroking her cheekbones. "I..." he stutters and growls at himself, glancing away before glancing back to her. "What'd you wanna do with it? If I let you, what'd you do?"
The intensity of his eye contact sends ripples of awareness over her skin and as much as she wants to she can't look away. "I didn't think that far ahead, I jus' kinda picked it up for the whole effect, y'know? But I guess I'd…" she blushes and she still can't look away so she forces the rest of it out. "I guess I would'a maybe tied your hands up an' embraced the cow girl theme."
A small smile tugs at the corner of his mouth and it eases some of the tension in her chest. "How you gonna do that?"
His smile forces a teasing smile of her own as she tilts her chin down and kisses his bare stomach. When she glances back up at him, his chest is rising a little faster. "I mean... I never done reverse cowgirl before... maybe that, with you tied up? Thought it'd be fun."
The rough pads of his fingertips brush over her hair as she presses some more kisses to his stomach, lightly nipping at his skin. "Can I…" he chokes a little and she glances up with a frown. It seems it was only a reaction to her lips skimming his waist line though, not because he's upset. "M'I gonna get a safe word?"
Beth pulls her head back so she can look at him properly. "Daryl, I won't force you to do somethin' that makes you uncomfortable, so don't do that to yourself. I don't want that. S'fun when we're enjoyin' it, both of us."
Both his voice and eyes are hesitant when he whispers, "I wanna try, I do, an'… I only wanna try with you."
Tears prick at her eyes unbidden and she has to press her face into his stomach to hide them. It's such a monumental thing to ask of her and yet she's so honoured that he trusts her enough to ask when he's so clearly scared. She hasn't got a clue how to do this right though and that's overwhelming. This started as a bit of fun that was a little nerve wracking because it was new but now it's something so much bigger. A test of trust and patience, a new exploration for Daryl that she's not sure he's entirely comfortable with. Taking a deep breath to compose herself, she pulls her face away and looks up at him again.
"Promise me this ain't jus' for me. I don't want that Daryl, I don't want you to be scared or nervous because of me, ever."
He stares down at her and that tiny smile comes back, lifting the corner of his mouth. "You think I'm nice 'nough for that? I ain't doin' shit I don't wanna do."
Beth laughs and takes his hand cupping her face, pressing a kiss to his palm before she pulls away. "Tell me your safe word."
His hands drift over her bare shoulders and she almost misses what he says when they fall hesitantly to her breasts, gently cupping them in his large hands. "Red."
"Red?" She repeats as she tries to focus.
Daryl nods, bending to press a kiss to her forehead and to confirm, "red."
When he straightens again she nods too and reaches for the whip again, looking up at him with uncertainty. "Can I?"
A tremble worms through his chest and she watches as it tightens his nipples but in the end he nods. Its nerve wracking doing something that's so obviously bothering him but he wants to try and he has his safe word, so she has to trust he'll stop her if it's too much. Twining the whip around his proffered wrists, she smiles at him confidently. A wobbly smile decorates his mouth and when she stands she tries to hold on to that confidence, to give him a safe place to try these things that scare him. He watches her with a mix of fear and fascination as she ties the knot in the whip.
Continuing that watchfulness when his hands are bound before him too. Beth glides her hands over his chest, watching him closely as her fingertips brush his nipples. Daryl sucks in a breath and she gives him another smile, this one easier than the last as she begins to lower to her knees, her hands still trailing down his chest. It rises faster the lower she goes and by the time she's reached her knees, the blanket discarded, he's panting shallowly under his breath. The look she flicks up to him is one she hopes he finds seductive, her hands working on his loose jeans until they unclasp and bag around his hips.
While the front gapes open she lays her palms to his hips and lets her lips ghost across his lower stomach. It shudders and flinches wherever her lips lay and his bound hands settle gently on top of her head. If he was more confident she might reprimand him for touching her when she's tied him up but that's a fantasy she's never really tried and he's not, so she doesn't. This is as new to her as it is to him but admittedly this is also scary for him in a way it isn't for her. She has to take the time to make sure he's really comfortable, that he really wants to explore something like this.
Laying another kiss to his stomach, she lets her hands drift down to his loose jeans and tug so that gravity takes them to his knees. He hisses and she glances up at him again, her cheeks flushing with the intense eye contact but she's unable to look away. She wants to see his reaction to what she's doing to him, to put a facial expression with his excited panting. Running her tongue over the roof of her mouth, she takes his cock in hand and presses it flat against his stomach, his heat burning her palm. Daryl growls and lets his eyes fall shut but they spring open when she licks a line from his balls and up the underside of his shaft.
His mouth pops open and there's no sounds but all his words are in his eyes. Excitement, lust, disbelief and still that edge of fear. It feels unfair that he has such reservations and she doesn't, that she has something over on him because she's not afraid to explore with him. He's out of his comfort zone and Beth feels it's only fair that she is too so she does something that terrifies her. Terrifies her because she's always wanted to do it but she's never been brave enough, never found someone she trusted enough to try. She has now and so she reverses her tongue back down his shaft, running her teeth along the throbbing vein there and takes one of his balls in her mouth.
A string of curses burst from his lips and he throws his head back with a shout. Beth lathers it with her tongue before she releases it to find the other one, a pleased humming vibrating in her throat. Daryl groans again and she's emboldened by his reaction so she releases that ball too and goes back for his leaking head, mouthing at the tip before she swallows it. He curses and thrusts, startling her enough that his cock manages to sink to the back of her throat.
She chokes and he pulls out quickly, his voice panicked when he mutters, "fuck, sorry."
She shakes her head and goes back to his hard cock, swallowing him down her throat. Their eyes catch once more and he growls, his hands on her head flexing for a purchase in her hair but too deftly bound together to do so. After the second time of taking him all the way down her throat, she takes pity on his aching whimpers and begins to withdraw off his cock, sucking gently as it slides out of her mouth. When she manages to stand back to her full height, she finds his pupils yawning at her soaked chin and she blushes, taking his wrists and turning him before she pushes him down on the bed. Dropping down more gracefully than she would have thought, Daryl continues to stare up at her like he's waiting for his next command. The crimson blush staining his cheeks and chest sinfully erotic.
Snatching up the cowboy hat, Beth puts it back on her head and tosses him a smirk over her shoulder. "Y'ready?"
The sweaty hair in his eyes masks them from her but his excited breathing and raging cock is something she can see quite well. Even without him speaking she knows he is, that fear lost from his gaze and replaced by hunger. Almost challenging her with his smirk, he lies back on the mattress, lifting his arms above his head and flexing his biceps. Beth is near drooling at the sight and she's eager as she backs up to straddle him, almost violent when she reaches back to fist his shaft, holding him still so she can sit down on his cock. He groans deeply as each inch disappears inside her cunt, his hips trembling beneath her thighs every time she gasps out.
Lifting her feet up to plant them on the mattress, she grips his knees and gives him a show. Her ass settles into his lap perfectly and they share a mutual gasp when she tilts forward a little, giving him an extended view of his cock disappearing between her legs. It's a little strange to not be able to see him, turned away as she is but it's also empowering that she can do what she wants without the knowledge of his eyes on her face. She can allow her mouth to slacken, her teeth to grind and her eyes to cross as she bounces up and down on his dick like her life depends on it, the wet squelch of their fucking echoing around the room.
"Holy fuck, Beth, shit," Daryl shouts behind her and his bound hands land clumsily against her spine, pushing on it. "I need to see you. C'mon, I need t'see."
Trembling, she lifts herself completely off his cock and turns on shaky legs to mount him again. Facing him is as soul destroying as she thought it would be. Seeing his sweaty face, his flushed cheeks and his hair sticking to his forehead. Adding in his bound hands and bunching biceps above his rolling head steals the air from her lungs. Beth's pussy walls grip and tug at his cock, pulling deeper and faster as she bounces on him, her whole world swallowed by the blinding pleasure burning down her spine. Her face is hot and sweat glides freely in every place it can but she doesn't stop. Her hands on his chest hang on for dear life, his feet planting themselves onto the mattress so he can pound up into her.
"Shit, shit," she cries desperately, her orgasm curling around her ribs and squeezing the breath from her lungs.
"Unh, motherfuck. Shit, m'gonna cum, Beth. Jesus. God."
Daryl's words wash through her like hot bullets, attacking all her senses and sending floods of wetness gushing from her cunt. He cries out in something akin to a scream, his neck straining a violent crimson as his spine arches. Where his hands are tied his biceps bunch and she reaches towards them to dig her nails in, fucking her hips back with delirium. The high pitched moans she lets escape are nearly embarrassing in their rawness and she tries to quiet down, tries to bite her lip but she just can't. A sound begins to wind out of Daryl's mouth but then it cuts off abruptly, his cock sliding out as her hips lift and it gets caught between her sopping slit and his stomach as they come back down.
Hot bursts of cum spray upwards, soaking her lower belly where it's pressed to his and creating a sticky mess as they slide together. Beth gasps desperately as she grinds her hips and lets her slit ride up and down his twitching cock, so close to cumming she could scream with it.
"Red!" Daryl groans hoarsely, the sweat on his brow pouring down his flushed face. "Red, red, red, Beth! Please, fuck!"
Hastening to tear the whip from his wrists, her body is still shaking as she wrenches upwards and pulls them apart to show him he's free. His staggering breath punches into her belly, vibrating through her from head to toe as he wraps his arms around her tight and squeezes her to him, knocking the hat from her head. Where her face is smothered in his shoulder she takes deep, calming breaths, shaking off her near orgasm.
"Shh," she whispers as his breath hitches, choking her throat closed. "S'okay. I got you."
"Beth," he whispers mournfully into her shoulder, his nails digging into her waist where he's gripping her. "Jesus, Beth. M'sorry. Didn't even let you cum."
"S'not 'bout that," she answers softly. "An' please don't be sorry," she mumbles even softer, her fingers massaging his damp scalp. "Don't ever be sorry. What you jus' did was amazin'. You let go. You gave me control."
Another rattling breath tears through him, rising up his throat like a cry and she squeezes him tighter. "Actin' like a fuckin' girl," he growls lowly, the crook of her neck soaked with sweat and tears.
"You sound like someone who jus' embraced his fears, Daryl. Don't do that." She pulls away to look at him, gripping his face tight. "Don't discredit yourself."
His shaking hand curves over her cheekbone, his sweaty hair masking his eyes and he looks like he wants to say something but he doesn't. They just look at each other for a really long time, the look so deep and intimate it's the most naked she's ever felt with him. In the end he simply kisses her and it's full of words he can't say. The passion and the urgency startle her only momentarily as she tries to decipher his silence.
Then he pulls away and against her mouth whispers, "I'd only do it for you. Only you." The silence unfolds like a flower and nestled there in his words she finds the thing he's not saying.
Only you.
Oh.
Even as understanding passes through her, warming her deep in her chest, Daryl gently pushes her on her back. She's about to protest, especially when he lowers himself down the mattress. She's terrified he has the misguided intentions of making her cum but he doesn't do anything of the sort but rather simply lays his head on her belly even though it's sticky. Beth doesn't comment on it. If it doesn't bother him and it certainly doesn't bother her, then what's the point? Instead she lets him get comfortable, pillowing his head just below her belly button and curling his hands around her hips. She can see his feet hanging off the bed because he's so tall but she smiles all the same.
Gripping a tangled blanket in the corner of the bed, she shakes it out as best as she can and throws it over Daryl's hips. He reaches down blindly to smooth it over his back and her lower half before he gets comfortable again and settles in. Her fingers twine in his hair and she breathes deep, her gaze landing on the cowboy boots on the floor.
"Think I'm gonna keep those boots, need a new pair anyhow."
Daryl snorts in something close to a laugh, his voice drowsy in a way it never is after sex like he's truly exhausted. "Gonna need 'em. Gotta go out tomorrow."
She hums her answer because she's not sure he has the capacity for much conversation going by his slurred words. It was the right call because within minutes, he's out like a light.
