TheDarkestShinobi: A long chapter to make up for my lack of updates.

To be honest, I practice some aspects of BDSM, though I am more of a switch than a dominant or submissive. My partner and I split up a while ago, I broke it off because I wasn't getting the attention I needed, and this story reminds me of him constantly, so it had been hard to write for a while.

It is still hard but we have been broken up long enough. I hope you guys keep reading and reviewing, because I plan to keep writing!

"Come over," Sheldon speaks aloud as he composes his text to Amy "Leonard is leaving and…" he trails off as he comes out of his room. Leonard is fumbling with his tie and has already sweated through his shirt.

"Penny, again." Sheldon comments as Leonard lets the fabric slip from his hands.

"That obvious?" Sheldon scoffs,

"Unless you just went swimming."

"I'm just so nervous, we're not dating, we're not," he tilts his head, "not dating." Sheldon lifts up his phone to see his texts.

I'm a few minutes away, should I pick up some Chinese?

Yes.

He doesn't need to tell her anything else and he is fond of that. He looks at Leonard and calculates the chance of them having the apartment to themselves for the entire night.

"Go change your clothes." He orders and Leonard lets his hands drop to his sides in frustration,

"What? Why?"

"Penny always sees you like this, it doesn't impress her." He grabs Leonard's shoulders and turns him towards his room. "You should wear jeans."

"Is that why you're wearing jeans?"

"Put on a red button up, red is a color that makes people seem more attractive, finish it up with a black tie and blazer."

When Leonard comes out of his room in his new outfit, his chances of getting the apartment to himself were in the 50s.

"Give her the blazer after dinner to keep warm." 70%. Sheldon looks away. "And if she comments about her lack of brainpower, dismiss the subject as a joke." 85%

"You seem awful interested in my date, isn't Amy coming over?" Sheldon nods. "Not worried about that?"

"I'm trying to increase the likelihood of having the apartment to myself." This causes Leonard to laugh and bend over.

"That's a good one." He smirks. "For coitus?"

Three knocks at the door with unequal force and lack of a pattern. Penny. Leonard opens it with a smile and she grins back in her sleeveless green dress. Her hair is pined up and Sheldon is sure she'll be cold before dinner even starts.

"What's so funny?" she asks as she catches his mirth.

"Nothing," he steps through the door. "Sheldon wants the apartment to himself."

"Amy coming over?" She asks the both of them. Sheldon taps his phone against the armrest of his spot.

"Obviously." He answers and she smiles softly at the thought of the Shamy.

"Have fun." She sings as she lets the door close.

"He wants the apartment to himself," Leonard whispers to himself as they start down the stairs. At first, Penny thinks it's a trick to get him to spend the night at her place, but soon she realizes otherwise.

"Hey, it's not impossible," she lightly pushes on his shoulder as she shakes her head with a smile.

"It's improbable. Probability equals 0." He snorts. Amy, who has now entered the premises, stops as she hears them.

"Sheldon and Amy being intimate has a higher probability of 0, isn't it impossible to be that low anyway?" She asks and Amy nods biting her lip and looking down.

"No, no. It's like this, imagine you have to pick a number between 1 and 2, but the numbers can be 1.1 or 1.345-"

"Okay!" Penny cedes. "I wasn't really that interested anyway." Leonard huffs looking away "besides," she adds "I wouldn't be able to understand it anyway."

"Eh, nobody cares." Leonard dismisses as they round the final stairs to see Amy by the door.

"Hey Amy!" Penny greets and she returns her bestie's hug. "What do you and Sheldon have planned."

"Quiet an engaging night." She answers before wondering how much of their relationship she should be broadcasting. "Chinese takeout and some Arrow," she smiles and Penny nods,

"We've got dinner and a movie so I'll see you later?"

…

"Amy, you're a bit be-" Sheldon's words are cut off by Amy's lips and he wraps his arm around her lower back even as he pulls away. She bits his lip and extends the kiss so that they are both panting as she pulls away.

"Amy?" he questions. She leaves him by the door as she deposits the take out on the table before turning back to him. He's in a button up shirt that's just for her, since he doesn't even wear them to work usually. He tilts his head but she doesn't answer. He stops her before she can kiss him again knowing she doesn't want to talk about it and that he was going to make her. She sees the look in his eyes and knows they are going to have to talk about why Leonard and Penny upset her but for now she doesn't want to think about it or anything.

"Please." She asks as she stops pushing against his arm. She closes her eyes and takes a breath before looking at him again. "We'll talk later, just please, let me," The arm that was holding her away pulls her closer and she kisses him as hard as she could.

"Amy," he breaks away a minute later. "Food, TV."

"I don't care," she breathes as she tries to pull him back into her. He doesn't give in and uses his hands to gently pull hers off of his neck.

"Food." He says again as he takes a step back. "Then Arrow." She nods slowly and bits her lip.

"I wore red," she says as she twirls, though her skirt is the same from the front and behind. He starts unloading the food.

"I knew you would." He can see it in her face. It's not the reaction she was expecting. He looks to his Chinese before standing to get them utensils. He grabs the back of her head as he does, pulling it closer so he can kiss her forehead. "Good girl." She exhales, smiles and relaxes and it makes him smile too.

…

"I think Laruel and Tommy are cute together," Amy comments as the credits roll up.

"They need to introduce the Black Canary soon," Sheldon voices as he uses the remote to shut off the T.V. Amy shrugs before looking over to Sheldon who is frowning.

"Clean up," he stands "then we have a couple of things to discuss."

When the table is clean Sheldon places the contract v2 on the table but doesn't take his hand off of it. She sits on the side of the couch opposite him and sighs.

"You were upset." He prompts and she nods.

"Leonard and Penny were discussing us as they left for their date." She lets her fingers play with each other. "They were talking about the probability of us being intimate today." He doesn't respond so she feels the need to continue filling in the silence. "They said it was zero."

"You know it isn't."

"I know, and I don't know why it bothered me." She stares into her lap.

"Do you want them to know?" He picks up his phone. "I will call them all and tell them if that is what you desire." She shakes her head.

"No, our sex life is between us, I guess what bothers me is I'm the type of girl they don't think can," she doesn't finish the thought and he slides the contract across the table.

"It's not you. They know of my disinterest." Amy's eyes widened. "They do not know how special you are," he twists the phone, "but like I said, I can tell them."

"No." She picks up the contract with a smile. "I'd rather you tell me where you made the changes I asked for."

…

"Strip." Amy places the pen back on the table and lets out a breath.

"What?"

"Strip." He repeats without looking up from the contract. She looks away before back to him, her head tilted in confusion. "I won't tell you again." He turns a page and she stays there on the couch, her body refusing to move. He turns the page again before she speaks.

"N-now?" He doesn't answer, just raises his eyes to lock with hers before going back down. He has written and rewritten that contract. He knows what is in it. The only reason he is rereading it is to ignore her. She stands, her leg pushing the table away. Without looking away from the paper Sheldon points to the middle of the room, in front of the T.V. and Amy slowly walks to the center.

This time she has on nice panties, single colored and silk. He should like them. She takes a deep breath as she builds her courage. She slips her shoes off first and Sheldon hears that more than sees it. He is concentrating on the contract but has been reading the same line for the past minute.

Her sweater comes off next and she tosses it on the couch. Her white blouse is next and she can see him watching her now. When her bra is visible he abandons the contract and widens his feet as he leans forward in his spot.

"I feel like I should have some music," she nervously babbles as she rolls her stockings down under her skirt. "Not that I'd know how to dance to stripper music, or any music really." She briefly wonders if her feet stink before lowering the zipper on her skirt. It falls and she steps out of it left in her underwear. Did he want her to strip more? Does she move towards him now? Sheldon watches and she feels like squirming under his gaze. Her nipples are hard and she's wet but he's not saying anything. She looks away and then down and only back up when she hears him stand. What does she say, where should she put her hands, where should she look, what should she do?

"Put your hands behind your back," He orders and she holds onto her wrist with one hand as she looks up at him. Her toes clench and unclench. Sheldon is getting closer now and she rises to her tip toes to kiss him.

"Ah." He warns and she lowers herself down, "my pace, my direction," he speaks as he circles her, his fingers touching her hips and waist. "My control." He finishes and she knows he doesn't mean the pace. He means her. This is fine with her. She relaxes, hand still gripping her other wrist and standing flat on the floor as he stops in front of her.

His hand is suddenly tangled in her hair and pulling her up to kiss him. She's moaning and has to fight to keep her hands behind her. She pants as he lets her go a second later. She watches him as her blood races and he stares at her. He turns and walks away, she swallows and continues panting.

"Stay." He orders as he disappears down the hallway and she does. She knows she's being tested and she doesn't know why but she knows she's going to pass. Besides, the wet spot on her panties is telling of her enjoyment. When he comes back he is smiling. It makes her feel special and he looks away to the kitchen island before back to her. When he speaks, his voice is low with arousal.

"Good girl." Instead of just making her feel happy, it shoots through her. She closes her eyes as she swallows and tries not to move. He walks back up to her and leans forward so that she could kiss him if she wanted to. "Tip toes." He rumbles and she rises before making the decision to do so. The two of them share the same breath for a few seconds. "Down." She whimpers and lowers herself. He reaches his hand to her back and unsnaps her bra. He brings his hand to her front and brings it up to her mouth. She's trembling and she knows he wants her to lick it, but she knows she has to wait.

"Open." She does. "Lick." She does, she swirls her tongue around his finger like it was something else. He can tell. He uses that finger to slip under the loose bra and wet her nipple. He listens to her moan and slowly brings the finger back to her lips. She braves staring into his eyes now. She is sure he can smell her arousal already so her dilated pupils don't give anything extra away. "Suck." He says this time and she takes the two digits into her mouth like it was her job. He runs them along her skin until they are dry.

"Get naked." He instructs, "and resume this position." She wants to do something other than nod so she finds her voice.

"Yes, sir." She notices that he tightens his fist and realizes he may not be so immune to the test, to her.

She lets the bra fall and slips out of her panties before tossing the both of them onto the pile of her clothes. She smiles widely and places her hands behind her back again. He doesn't give her time to be cocky. He moves her and pushes her against the wall. His hips pin her to the wall as his hand grabs her waist. She moans into him as he takes her mouth roughly. She twists her hips trying to free her hands but each hand takes a hip and slams her back into the wall. She should be angry, in pain and complaining, but she surprises herself by liking it. She had wanted Sheldon's passion and here it is.

He pulls away and turns away from her as he takes off his shirts and deadbolts the door. She leans against the wall trying to catch her breath. Her hands were still behind her. Sheldon points to the center of the room and she races to it. By the time he turns from the door she is there and he smirks.

"You like this." He doesn't ask but she nods anyway.

"I didn't think I would."

"You like being thrown against a wall." She swallows and shifts.

"Yes." Sheldon tilts his head.

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, sir." She responds as her fingers clench around her wrist. She wants to be touched, needs to be touched. He caresses her face and she leans into his hand.

"You're mine." He speaks softly and she smiles into him.

"Always," she pauses, "sir." The sir reminds him of what he had been doing; he steps closer to her so that their bodies are flush against each other. He pulls his hands back to join his other at his side. She focuses on breathing.

"Knees." His word breaks the silence.

She drops. If there was any pain from landing on her knees she couldn't feel it, the only thing she could feel was his erection against her cheek. She pants and feels his hand against the other side of her face. She knows he has more in store of her but all she wants right now is to bring him to bliss with her mouth.

"May I suck your cock?" She surprises herself when she voices her desire. The hand that was against her head leaves and she can feel him twitch against her. "Please, sir," she continues "can I suck your dick?"

"W-well, you've been such a good girl, haven't you?" She nods and he groans from the friction. He takes a step back and she watches as he unbuckles his belt and unbuttons his pants. She wanted to look up, catalog his reactions, but she could do nothing but watch him unwrap her present. She licks her lips as he pops free from his boxers.

"Please, sir." She doesn't know why she's begging, why else would he react the way he did? She leans forward without moving her knees or hands and only comes up when the hand now in her hair tugs her back.

"You are so desperate for me." He comments as he places his hand over his erection. She nods biting her lip and he takes a step forward so that she can taste him. She licks her lips again and looks up at him. He nods and she drops her gaze to him as she takes him.

Sheldon's hearing picks up the giggling from the first floor that belongs to Penny. He closes his eyes as he rests his hand on her head. He can feel every swipe of her mouth and tongue. She pauses to lick the tip and he bucks into her mouth as he groans.

"Penny and Leonard are here." He barely manages to get it out. Amy hums in response and Sheldon sees stars. They lock eyes and his mouth opens to speak before it's stolen from him. He grabs her hair to stop her from moving and pulls her off of his cock. She lifts her eyes to his

"Amy," he pants "They are home, we can continue or stop. They will likely go to her place after realizing the deadbolt is on." She gazes up at him and he realizes she is leaving it up to him. He nods and feels heat rising in him. His control. His. "We're going to continue." He says as he brings her mouth to him again, he likes it so he repeats the motion a few times. When he releases her she continues bobbing.

"I hope Sheldon has gone to sleep." He hears as he closes his eyes. The key is fumbled before finding the keyhole. He bits his lips to keep from groaning. Would they be able to smell the change in the air? The door is unlocked. Will they be found out? Amy deep throats him suddenly and his eyes shoot open as he lets out a small gasp. He bends forward slightly as the door is opened-and promptly stopped.

"The deadbolt!? We never deadbolt!" They can't be seen currently so he tightens his hand in Amy's hair and ignores them.

"Come on sweetie, you can come to my place." The door closes.

"but the deadbolt…"

Sheldon lets out a groan as he finishes, Amy swallows around him as he thrusts a few times riding it out. She smiles contently as she looks up at him but as he looks at her the only thing he feels is a need for more.

TDS: Thoughts?