Kinktober 2024

Day 9

Bondage – Cedric/Sofia

Sofia was chained up in a dungeon. Princess Ivy's dungeon to be specific.

Due to her association with the Enchancian royal family she had gained notice from some of the other kingdoms. One King from a far away land had developed an unhealthy obsession and then gone a little mad when she rejected him. Ivy reached out to her for help when he invaded her small island and of course she came. She was a protector. It's what she did. She had hoped she'd have Miss Nettle's help, but she was on a trip in Freezenburg teaching a seminar on caring for Nettledrops. Ivy had tried to reach out, but there was no telling when she'd get the message or how quickly she could come back. So Sofia had gone alone, determined to help her friend and put a stop to the arrogantly entitled King.

Unfortunately, his battle prowess was too much of a match for her. Sofia had learned how to fight from Sir Bartleby, but he had taught her to engage with honor. The man before her had none, and used his rage to fuel his attacks. If she was going to stop him, it wouldn't be in a one-on-one. She pretended to loose their fight and let them toss her into the cell in a bid to save her energy and have enough time to come up with a plan. One came to her quickly. After the hit to his ego, he was only too happy to peacock around after his "victory" against the poor, pitiful princesses. A friendly rat had fetched a spare key and slipped it to her. All she needed to do was bait the blow-hard into the cell with her and then she could use the element of surprise to chain him up.

Though, as it turns out, she was the victim of surprise when Cedric frantically showed up, looking a little worse for wear and worried out of his mind.

"Sofia!" He shouted when he found her. With a single impassioned spell he about blew the cell door off it's hinges and then ran in. "What did he do to you? Are you all right?"

She smiled, confused and a little embarrassed to be found this way, but overall happy. The fact that he was doting over her meant that the business upstairs had probably been taken care of. "I'm fine, Cedric. I, uh, lost a fight and got placed down here. Is… is Princess Ivy ok? Was that awful man stopped?"

He sniffed, a dark look overtaking his features. "Oh, he's been stopped all right."

"That's great! I'm so glad -"

"- Oh no you don't!" He interrupted. "What made you think you should just spirit away and face this madness on your own? How could you not tell me? Do you know how I felt when Miss Nettle showed up at the palace in a terrified tizzy, ranting about a possessive King with a small army trying to make off with Ivy? And that you had already gone? Without a word to anyone?"

Sofia shrank into herself. In the moment, she hadn't really thought about it. "Cedric, I've always done exactly that. Most of my protector missions are just me, and maybe a guide if I need one. I'm plenty capable of handling situations just like this one. I – It's never been a problem before. What's gotten into you?"

"Wha - ?" He reared back, a touch of mania in his eyes. "What's gotten into me? I thought something terrible had happened to you! And if it had, I never would have known! Thank goodness Miss Nettle showed up when she did. You! You may have very well wasted away down here. Or worse!" He was shaking, and it hit her very suddenly how scared he'd been. "Do you think I just forget about you when you're gone away? As if object permanence means nothing if it's you? You can not be that obtuse."

Her bottom lip began to tremble. "Of course not. I just thought you believed in me. I thought you trusted that I'd always come back to you."

He came in close, leaning his forearms on the wall behind her. "Don't make this about trust." He hissed to her. "Don't you dare. You know I trust you. You know I believe in you. What about me? Why couldn't you have told me where you were going? Why couldn't you trust me to help you?"

There was a shine in his eyes that broke her heart. "Cedric… I, I had no idea that's how you felt." She tried to think of some way to appease him. "When we get out of here, why don't we plan a small trip? Just the two of us. We can talk about all of this! Everything on our minds and our hearts. And I promise to tell you where I'm going from now on. I didn't know how much it effected you that I didn't."

"Mmm, good. I'm glad you agree that you need to make this up to me." He whispered, his voice taking on a new edge. She shivered when his hands began sliding down her body, getting the sense that he wanted a little more from her than words. "Maybe I should chain you up in my tower. I rather like knowing you can't weasel away from me like this."

The key burned in her hand the same as the heat in her cheeks.

"Now?" She asked incredulously. "You want to do this here?"

"Does that scare you?" He said softly into her ear. "Perhaps this is exactly the lesson you need. It'll be a good reminder the next time you want to run off without any regard for your dear, devoted sorcerer. A reminder that I will come after you if needed, and that I'm petty enough to demand my pound of flesh. What do you think?"

"What if someone comes down here?" The fear of discovery the only thing holding her back. This wasn't their home, so part of her felt like she was disrespecting her friends. The other part of her melted at the thought of doing something so naughty. He had awakened a need in her with his salacious words that she was reluctant to put aside. From the state of his grip on her hips, he wasn't terribly concerned. For the first time, she wondered if he'd listen to her if she said "no". That same part of her wanted to test it. Wanted his worry and his need to coalesce into something that would overtake his conscience.

"We won't be bothered." He assured her. "They have their hands full up there. We're all alone, dearest, and you are at my mercy now." He growled.

Ah. There was the sticking point. He was mad that another man had put her in a vulnerable position, unaware that she was far from vulnerable and placed down here purely by her own design. It was cute, the way he worried, but a little annoying that he honestly thought she'd be so easily dispatched.

"And what if I want to go home?" She questioned, eager to see his response. Other than something horribly evil or insulting, there were no bad answers. In all honesty, she really couldn't decide on her own. Having him whisk her away back to the tower was a nice thought. She'd definitely "thank" him for rescuing her and acting with the nobility of a knight.

But the thought that he'd actually keep her here was enticing.

The idea that she was the only one that could bring out that inner darkness was intoxicating. Especially when she was the one that helped him banish it. It was nice to imagine that she had the same dominion over him that he had on her. Her heart fluttered. Perhaps she had just found her decision. She wanted to be possessed. Reminded that she could drive him to his limits. That he could be tempted to turn into an extreme version of himself just at the thought of her in danger.

She knew the moment he saw the conviction in her eyes. "Is that right?" She heard him, but was too focused on the way he pulled her hips into his to answer with words. No, what came out was a weak trill. He grinned down at her as he ground down. "I suppose, in that case, I'd have to break in to you that you won't be going home just yet."

She bit her lip. It was too early to fall apart, though she very much wanted to. There was already fire racing through her veins, and every second of touch stoked it further. "So what do you intend to do with me?" She baited, leaning her head over to expose the line of her neck and striking her best seductive pose. Sofia never felt particularly sexy, but the chains hoisting her wrists over her head were doing a lot of heavy lifting. It was astounding he'd never asked to tie her up before if this was the reaction it inspired.

"Anything I want."

The words went straight to her center, creating a storm of need.

"Show me." She nudged her pelvis forward, determined not to beg yet.

He huffed. "There's no intimidating you, is there?"

His face was flat but his tone was very clearly amused and it drew a genuine laugh from her. "Do you want me to be intimidated?" She asked with a wide grin.

"It would be nice. Just once in a while would be enough for me."

The light in his gaze had her craving to touch him. Thus far she'd been fine with the restraints, but now it was stopping her from lovingly fondling the man in front of her. It was exciting and irritating at the same time. She shoved down the urge to unlock herself, wanting to get the full experience that he was itching to give her.

"You could come back down the stairs and we could try again? I'll be properly fainthearted this time. Every bit the fearful maiden." Batting her eyes, she managed to pull a chuckle from him.

"No, no." He shook his head. "I'll get you there on my own in a moment. I only want to see you shaking if it's genuine."

She gasped, seeing how serious he was. Her skin pebbled, the energy changing once again. The confidence in his tone left her speechless. The darkness really had been brought out, and she was about to get a real taste of it. She knew he'd never hurt her, but she could see something brewing within him. Something that wanted to see her squirm.

Slowly, he started to pull her tunic up inch by inch, no longer trying to catch her eyes. No, he was entirely focused on what his hands were doing. Once bundled he tucked it into her belt to keep it up. Then he started on loosening her pants. They were fitted to sit as close to her body as possible in order to not hinder her during her missions, but now she just felt on display. Despite the coverage, every dip and curve was easily visible. Of course, once he wiggled them down she'd be much more exposed.

She idly wondered when he'd take her shoes off, because the pants weren't going anywhere otherwise, but she quickly realized every move had been purposeful. Her pants were leisurely dragged down her thighs, and once they reached the top of her boots he stepped into the open spot between her legs and hoisted her up, forcing her to wrap around him if she didn't want all of her weight pulling on her wrists.

"There you go." He spoke, but almost as if to himself, before looking back to her for the first time in several long moments. "Comfortable, darling?"

His mockingly crooked smile made her stomach swoop as she adjusted to the new position. She was fine for now, but knew her legs would be shaking by the end. That or she'd drown in the pleasure and kill her wrists in the process. She'd been so pleased earlier at the thought of driving him to his limits, underestimating that he might drive her to hers. Arranged like this, the cool air was able to blow over her drenched center, cluing her in that her limits might be closer than she thought.

The cold air was nothing compared to the jolt she felt when he placed his hand to her. "Not so mouthy now, are you?" He murmured. She grit her teeth when he pressed his middle finger firmly to her clit and then slid it down to her entrance. Not to play with her, but to feel the needy state he had put her in. She watched his face from under hooded lashes as he smirked down at her, pleased to find her so wet. Her legs tightened around him in a bid to pull him closer, but he held himself back.

"If you're so eager for it you can ask nicely." He taunted before pulling his hand away to make a show of tasting her.

She was helpless to hold back her groan, on the verge of begging, but not quite ready to. It was an exquisite torture he was inflicting upon her, and she wanted to see what else he had planned. Cedric wasn't usually this calculated during intimacy and she was hungry to see this new side of him. Could never get enough of learning more about her sorcerer.

Instead of begging she chose to look deep into his eyes and roll her hips towards him, lips barely parted as she panted. Her breasts were still fully covered, but aching for his touch. Her core was pulsing with arousal, but horribly empty. He wanted her needy and she absolutely was. It wasn't enough for him yet, obviously, but she didn't think he'd hold out too much longer. His body had it's own demands if the bulge she could spy was anything to go off of.

He sneered. "Too proud to beg, hmmm? We'll see how long that lasts."

He trailed his hands over as much of her exposed skin as he could, occasionally digging his nails into her tensed thighs and kneading at the swell of her rear. He pulled a slew of sounds from her, from broken ah's to reedy keens, avoiding the places she most wanted him to acknowledge. Her muscles flexed every time he got close and then relaxed, unfulfilled, as he retreated. While he played she only felt her need grow, and then cried out when she felt herself drip.

"Please!" She finally wailed.

His gaze bore into hers, deep and dark and overwhelming as his hands froze in place. "There now. Was that so hard?"

She felt tears gathering in her eyes, desperation now at it's peak. Her body was wet and shaking and she was feeling more raw than she had anticipated when they started. Part of her wondered if he could see her soul, the way he was staring at her, and if he knew how it also cried for him. Denying her was fine, but he was denying himself and there was nothing she could do about it. Cedric was a tender man who lived for kisses and caresses. She saw the agitation grow within him the longer she held back, and her guilt grew. He needed her to break so he could give her what they both needed.

Sofia wasn't one that often let her pride get in the way, but today it was giving her all kinds of hell.

"Please, Cedric." She tried again, her pitch and her desire both rising. "Touch me. Fuck me. Kiss me! I need you!"

"Fuck." He rasped lowly. His hands scrambled to undo his own pants, ardent to give her what she was asking for. As soon as he was freed from his confines he grabbed her thighs to help support her weight and then leaned in to kiss her.

Well, she wasn't sure it could be classified as a kiss. It was more of a passionate ravishing of her mouth as his lips worked against hers and his tongue invaded ruthlessly. She felt like he was drinking her in, almost getting high on it, as she certainly was. Her legs once again did their best to pull his body close, succeeding this time. His desperation was almost worse than hers, and again she wondered why she'd held out so long when they could have been doing this much sooner.

He snaked one hand down to begin a full on assault of her clit, determined to make her scream.

This time she did. There was no holding back anymore. If he wanted her begging, he could have it. If he wanted her screams, she'd give them. Anything. Anything to soothe his heart and sate his needs. She was beyond the point of fighting with him and herself. Right now there was only the imperative to make up for the distress she'd caused him.

Her body and mind were both frayed at this point, the limits she could withstand beginning to gain on her. What more did he want?

She would have begged again if he weren't still sealed to her, catching her moans and whines with his own. The pressure was growing and she was right on the edge, but she wanted him to be tending to his own pleasure! He silenced her thoughts when he veritably slammed her into the wall behind, immobilizing her with the press of his body and sending her over the very edge that had been taunting her.

She wailed into him as her release burned like lightning in her body, setting off bright lights behind closed eyes and shock waves from her center to the tips of her fingers and toes. The only thought she was capable of was the one that whispered to her to remember to ask him to pin her down again in the future.

He slowly pulled away and she caught the manic craving peaking out from his warm brown eyes.

She held her breath as he positioned himself at her entrance, much more aroused than she should have been when she realized he hadn't actually prepared her. Her body was plenty soaked, that was for certain, but he hadn't stretched her with so much as a single finger. The tautness of his muscles telegraphed exactly what he intended to do, and she was so much more than ready for it. Her mouth opened, prepared to plead, but the look on his face stopped her.

"You look so good like this." He said, dragging the tip of his cock up and down her weeping folds. "And you sounded so pretty when you begged. So loud. Weren't you concerned with people hearing us earlier?"

"You told me not to worry about it." Was all she could come up with. He wanted her to engage with him now? After a mind-bending release, and so needy she could barely breath, let alone think? "You said they were busy."

"They are." He confirmed. "But they are also still your friends, and hearing you scream might rouse one or more of them to come investigate." The sentence was spoken slowly, as if he knew exactly how addled her brain was. "Do try and keep your voice down, dearest."

Then he brutally forced his way inside her, and her body arched, head dropping back and mouth opening into a silent howl. There was no recovering as he immediately began pistoning into her, ruthless and relentless. She felt tears streak down her cheeks, as if her body needed some way to express itself in the absence of sound. It felt like too much and not enough. She longed to grab him, to hold on in an attempt to brace herself, to be closer to him, but her arms were still chained. This was what it meant to be at his mercy and it was staggering. From the inside out, she was drowning in sensation. Her wants and his needs crashed into each other like a tsunami to the shore. Her second orgasm had been building since the moment he entered her, but now it was threatening to topple. She wanted to hold out long enough to come with him.

The way he was grunting into her neck made her sure it would be any moment now. He'd teased himself just as much as he'd teased her, after all. That kind of pace couldn't go on forever.

She fought not to whine, resolved to keep her voice down. Despite his wicked nature coming out to play, he'd only made a few requests of her. She'd be sick if she disappointed him after all of this.

Then she felt it. The tell-take pulse of his cock within her. He was quickly approaching his end, and her own threatened to overtake her with that knowledge alone. She sqeezed her eyes closed, sad that she wouldn't be able to see his face, but needing to focus on letting go at the right moment. Her body was screaming at her to cum, but she held it back. There was still a raw piece of her that longed to make that last connection with Cedric and tumble into the abyss alongside him.

"Sofia!" The sound of her name reverberated into the sensitive skin of her neck.

She could only whisper back in a shaky voice. "Yes!"

"SOFIA!" He yelled into her, doing his best to muffle himself, and then she felt him jerk.

She was barely aware of him as the release she'd been denying herself crashed through her. It was waves of pleasure and pain in perfect harmony as her body spasmed around his. He continued rutting into her as he came down from his own high.

The moment was ruined at the sound of metal hitting the stone floor.

Her face reddened as she realized she'd dropped the key she'd been tightly clutching this whole time.

He pulled away from her, confused as he looked around. She tensed up when he spotted it, not sure how he was going to react.

"You… You had this the whole time?" He questioned, brows furrowed as he displayed it on his palm for her to see.

She gave him a shy, apologetic smile. "I wasn't down here on accident, you know."

It was cute to watch him put the pieces together. To come to the conclusion that she'd been right where she wanted to be the whole time. There was a sweet internal victory when he eventually gifted her a proud look, and then she deflated slightly when he shifted his eyes away.

"I'm never going to be your savior, am I?"

"Cedric." She tried to find some way to comfort him, but came up short. "Do you need to be?"

He sighed, heavy and melancholic. "I don't know how to be someone you need. Anything I can do, you can do better. And in heels."

She struggled to understand. Didn't he know? Couldn't he tell? "That's not true, because I do need you. You know me better than I know myself. I crave your insight, and so much more. You are the reason I can do all the things I do. You're my home. You're my heart. I need you, because there is no me without you. And I know how selfish that sounds, but it's true, and it's all I have. You may not be required to rescue me from danger, but don't you ever think for a second I'd be able to face that danger the way I do without you to come back to."

"Sofia…"

"Don't you know how much I love you?" She asked, her heart fully on her sleeve.

He smiled, not quite believing her, but satisfied enough for the moment. "Even after this?" He attempted to jest.

"If you want to do this again, I wouldn't mind. You can even hold the key next time." She smirked. "But maybe we'll do it at home, instead of my friend's dungeon."

"There's no way you'd -"

"- Don't tell me what I like." She was quick to cut him off. "I like you. And I like being chained up. And I'd be perfectly happy to do it again, but only if you want to."

"What I want is everything, Sofia." His eyes widened when it hit him, what he'd said. Perhaps that was meant to be an inside thought.

"What a coincidence. So do I." She smiled brightly and then gestured to the chains. It was time to go home and plan that trip.