"I Don't Wanna Break These Chains"

By Darthelwig

*** I own nothing. I'm just having fun. ***

This is a tribute fic for my friend JustAnotherMarvelGirl over on AO3, based on her fic "I Should Be Running (You Keep Me Coming for You)."

Dryden grinned as he ran his fingers over the silky bindings around his lover's wrists. He traced them to the simple bolt he'd had installed at the head of their bed, testing their strength. Not that any restraints could hold his lover if she chose not to submit, but that was the entire point, wasn't it? She was submitting to him. Of all the men in the vast galaxy, he was the only one who could have her like this.

His hands retraced their path, caressing her bound wrists before trailing lower. She was pliant beneath his fingers, though her supple body shivered with anticipation. He ran the pad of his thumb over her pebbled nipple, smirking at the quick breath she took at the touch. She looked absolutely resplendent on his sheets, naked, with her hair fanned out around her, a blindfold secured across her eyes. He could tell she was listening for any sound he made, for the rustle of his clothes as he moved, for any sign of what he was going to do.

"Do you remember your safe word?" he asked. She nodded, but that just wouldn't do. "I want to hear you say it," he commanded.

Wanda licked her lips, and when she spoke, he could hear a slight tremor in her voice. "Rainbow."

"Good. Very good, Wanda." He turned his attention to her breast once again, leaning over to take her nipple into his mouth. He sucked it hard, scraped the tiny bud with his teeth, than soothed the sting with long strokes of his tongue. She moaned and arched her back, chasing his mouth, but he pulled back completely, and was satisfied with the soft whine she let out.

He shrugged off his shirt and let his pants fall to the floor. He watched her tongue flick out to moisten her lips at the sound. Now nude, the striations on his body stood out in vivid relief as he stood over her, gazing admiringly at his prize. Every time he looked at her like this, spread out before him just waiting to be fucked, he couldn't help but remember their first time, so desperate for her he couldn't even be bothered to remove his clothes. She'd felt like heaven wrapped around his cock, but then, she always did.

She shifted impatiently as Dryden slowly moved around the bed, and Dryden watched as she pressed her legs together in an attempt to alleviate the throbbing ache he knew she was feeling. He simply observed for a moment, amused by her futile attempts.

Finally, he climbed onto the bed. He spread her legs with firm hands and situated himself between them. She was dripping with arousal already, and he ached to taste her. She opened her legs wide, inviting him to see, to touch, and who was he to ignore such an invitation?

"There, there, darling," he said as he shifted on the bed to bring his face down to her perfect little pussy. His tongue darted out to catch some of her arousal, and he moaned at the taste. Her hips rocked against nothing as she sought more of his touch. He savored her flavor before dipping down for another taste. He licked her folds with broad swipes of his tongue, then teased her hole with the tip before pulling back once more. His chin was already shiny with her arousal, and he smiled smugly at the mewling moans she was making. He nuzzled his nose at her clit and the breathy moan she let out made his cock twitch in excitement.

"Tell me what you want, darling," he said, but Wanda was silent beneath him. "If you don't say it, you won't get it."

"F-fuck me, Dryden. God. Fuck me." Her words came out in one great pleading rush, and he settled himself down between her legs to feast on her. She writhed and moaned under his touch, rocking her pussy against his face, and he flexed his hips, pressing his cock into the mattress. It wasn't even close to being inside her, but he had to taste her first, needed to drink her down like the finest wine. He lost himself in her scent, in the smooth, slick folds of her. The absolutely obscene sounds she was making inflamed him, he could feel his cock leaking against the sheets, so ready to drive into her.

She was primed for him, needy and wanting. He hadn't seen a speck of red yet, but he was determined to change that. Dryden sucked her clit, swirled his tongue around the nub to drive her crazy, then removed his mouth from her completely. She was a writhing mess, the sheets under her soaked with her juices, straining to come. He could sense her frustration at him stopping, a buzz in the air like a building storm. He could almost taste her power, could almost feel it buzzing under her skin.

He nipped her inner thigh as he slid one finger into her tight little cunt and fucked her with it slowly. He watched her breasts shake with every ragged breath she took, and her entire body quaked when he inserted another two fingers into her, stretching and filling her. Her hands were clenched into tight fists, and she yanked against her bonds as he started fucking her harder.

"Good girl, Wanda," he said as he fucked his fingers into her. "You can take it, can't you? You like it." He watched her bite her lip before throwing her head back against the pillow. He knew she was close, she was going to come any minute now, he'd brought her so close to the edge. So he stopped. He pulled his fingers from her and watched her thrash wildly against her bonds as she growled at him.

"Dryden." His name sounded like a curse, and he loved it.

"Yes, dear?" he asked, careful to sound cool and collected, though he knew it didn't fool her.

"Let me come, god damn it."

"Do you think you've earned it?" he asked, sitting up and admiring the mess he'd made of her. She was flushed and sweaty, and a slight glow had appeared around her hands. He grinned at the sight of her power. Red was his favorite color on her.

"Dryden," she whined, and the way she spoke his name broke his fragile control. He surged over her, grabbed her wrists where they were bound, heedless of the slight zap of her powers, and pressed them hard into the bed as he finally slid his cock inside of her. He swallowed her surprised cry of ecstasy with a kiss, and let her taste her own pleasure off his tongue.

She wrapped around him so perfectly, so tight. Her body was soft and slick, and he buried himself to the hilt in her hot core in one swift stroke. He fucked her hard, mercilessly, needing to come as much as he needed her to come with him. Her power sizzled along his skin as he took her. He pinched her nipple and nibbled along the smooth skin of her neck before sucking his mark into her skin. Every thrust of his hips forced the air from her lungs in breathy, hiccupping little moans that went straight to his cock and rattled what little control he had left. It was too soon. He was going to come too soon. Fuck.

He slid his fingers down, blindly seeking her clit, his face too busy buried in her neck to look at what he was doing. But he knew her body better than he knew his own, and he found it unerringly, and just in time. He pressed his sharp nail into her there, and that little bite of pain had her tensing under him, body going rigid as she came. Her pussy clenched down on him, and Dryden let go, let the pleasure crest and roll over him, unable to hold it back any longer. His vision went white with the force of the orgasm that hit him.

When he raised his head again, Wanda's restraints were gone, vaporized with her power, and she'd removed her blindfold to look at him. Her arms were wrapped around him, cradling him to her, and he pressed a kiss to her lips.

"Next time, you're tied up," she said, and he laughed.