Everything in the back of his mind was panicked. He couldn't even heal while tied down. No, he didn't want to be at her mercy. He had made it through Hell never getting vulnerable with anyone, it would lead to death, every one would get betrayed at some point. Was this to be his demise?
No. Ellen had never done anything to jeopardize him, his image or reputation. He had admitted to all of Hell that he loved her. He could trust her. Right? He wasn't sure.
His body on the other hand, was the opposite, excited, tingly and demanding to be touched. His sex fully erect and waiting for the torturous pleasure to come.
She slipped off of him moving around the room collecting things that didn't make too much sense to him. Glasses and a bottle of top shelf rye, where and why she had it in her room somewhere was a mystery. He wasn't too surprised her little green music box and speakers were brought next to the bedside table. He wasn't sure why she needed his bow tie. She grabbed a few more things before she climbed back onto the bed grinning wildly.
"So." She ran her finger down his chest causing a shiver to course through Alastor. "Let's see how well I can make you squirm."
She didn't want to start too crazy, so this round would simply be her on top, nothing special. She just hoped she didn't run out of stamina before she was able to get him to climax. She slowly lowered herself onto him, slowly rocking her hips, grinding her delicate nub against his pelvis. She let out a little moan as the friction sent jolts of pleasure through her. It caused her to clench around him and she watched as he pulled against his restraint.
She was riding on the high of the love potion but it barely touched the high she had watching Alastor underneath her, tied, squirming and at her whim. It made her feel like a God. No one alive, dead or otherwise could have him like this, only her and fuck did that make her feel like the most powerful soul in Hell.
Alive she had never done this, always too afraid of being judged. She always got stuck in her head, but this was Hell. Not to mention she was sitting on top of someone that took great pleasure from doing the same thing; being in control and though they took two completely different approaches, torture as well.
She leaned forward placing kisses and soft nibbles along his collarbone, unable to reach much higher. She continued her moderate pace riding him.
"I wonder if you'll have the same reaction as me." She trailed kisses down to his left nipple biting the nub a little roughly. She was pleasantly rewarded with a hip jerk, his back arching, hands pulling hard on the rope. She smiled around the nub, pulling back with a soft 'pop'.
"It's different when you're the one tied down isn't it?"
"Nothing I can't handle." He was panting, eyes pressed closed, voice a bit strained. A soft whimper slipped from him and it was almost enough to push her over the edge. The reaction caused the throbbing cock to twitch inside her. She fell forward onto her hands, her back arching trying to hold off just a little longer. Alastor always got her to break first, this time she was going to… next time she was going to. Fuck.
No wonder Alastor always had her tied down, it was fun being in control like this. Well, it was probably more than just fun for him, but still. Would she want to be on top or in power every time? No, but she could see the hype.
She continued rocking as she rode out her climax, hoping to entice one from Alastor. She had one little trick up her sleeve. She continued rocking her hips, her eyes watching as Alastors nails bit into his palms, trying not to pull against the rope. Her smile turned wicked. She clenched around him. She didn't know where she learned how to do it, but she could clench the muscle in her vagina. A little trick she didn't use often.
Alastor sucked in a large breath, and Ellen knew she had him right where she wanted him. She added her own rhythm of clenching to the quickening pace she had started rocking to. It took a few minutes, but she got what she wanted. She slipped off him, leaning up to kiss his lips.
He watched as her grin turned smug. "I'm taking sound next."
He nodded. This should be okay, he had spent almost three days deaf, it wasn't like sound really added to the ambiance. He watched her lean over to the bedside table, setting up the mp3 player to the speaker. His face twisted to confusion. What was she setting up?
Music started playing, filling the silence. She slowly turned it up until it was the only thing you could hear. She climbed back on top and leaned down to speak into his ears. "Good luck. This is my element."
This was at least something she had done before, not exactly the same scenario, but close enough. Yeah people would turn music on to cover up the sounds and noises they made, but she always enjoyed adding it to 'the deed' so to speak. Surely she wasn't the only one, but she liked putting on a show. Maybe not as flashy and grandiose as the Radio Demon, but timing movements to music just made the experience seem more exciting. It turned the 'normally' uncomfortable act into a challenge, a show, something fun.
Ellen had decided that this round was going to be slow, she was going to take her time and though she preferred her more upbeat and energetic music, it wasn't the tone she wanted. Not yet at least.
She slid herself back on top. Since he could still see, she might as well give him something to look at right? Her smile lit up her face.
She eagerly waited for the snare hit that would hit at the twenty-five second mark and continue throughout the piece. She hadn't fully put much thought into how she wanted to play this out, but that was part of the fun. Improve, while it made her nervous, this was still a performance after all, she liked the thrill of it. He may not enjoy all the theatrics, but as she had told him at the start, this was for her, he was just coming along for the ride. Heh, cumming along...
Alastor was starting to think this would be the round he would like the least. He was starting to think it may have been better to be deaf. Whatever she put on to listen to was not at all classy. Not as vulgar as he had heard, he had the unfortunate pleasure of coming across some of those songs as he listened through her list of music. It was all obscene noise. Hardly tasteful.
'And darling, I'll make you my next victim.
It's been too long.'
His ear twitched to the sudden addition of a snare tap, that Ellen clearly knew and timid perfectly with a clenched around his erection. Oh. He barely had time to register it, before another tap had her clench again. He was starting to understand now. His ear twitched, anticipating each hit, almost eagerly waiting for the next one. Then the chorus came through. Her hips rocking with each 'Ah'.
He would admit, not to her, that he may enjoy it a little. He was a showman after all, he could recognize the thought that went into planning movements with music. Had he ever thought about it in this way? No, but it was not as bad as he thought. He watched her, though he couldn't tell if she was actually singing along or simply mouthing the words. She was enjoying this far too much. She was indeed in her element. And though it was probably the effects of the tonic, he was enjoying it too.
'I want to (Ah, ah, ah)
To make you (Ah, ah, ah)
You make me (Ah, ah, ah)'
By the time the song was over he was breathing heavily. Why? He wasn't moving, still tied down. This was not at all how he thought this was going to play out. He tugged lightly at his restraints. He wasn't sure how much longer he could stay like this. Weak like prey, like a trapped animal. At the mercy of her. No, there was still a large part of him, quite uncomfortable about all of this. He didn't like losing either and if he tapped out, she would 'win'. It was a question of how much he valued his pride. He could already see her smug look, the way her lips would curl up playfully, eyes watching him with a glint of satisfaction if he bowed out now.
His thoughts must have shown on his face because she leaned forward a small grin present as she eyed him.
"Whatcha thinking about?"
His lips pressed together. He wasn't sure he wanted to voice his thoughts, not right now. It seems he didn't need to.
"You don't like that I have control right?, " she asked, answering her own question.
"Not something I am particularly keen on, yes."
"Hmm." She rolled off of him pouring a glass of the whiskey. "Well, how about a little deal then." She turned to face him, glass in hand.
He chuckled. "My dear I have you, heart and soul, l don't think there's much more you could offer me."
"Knowledge is power." She turned the volume of the music down so they didn't have to try speaking over it. With her back turned she took a few seconds rearranging something on the table. He couldn't really see, she had positioned herself to block it out, whether it was intentional or not, he wasn't sure.
She turned watching him, standing over him swirling the glass in her hand. "I tell you a little secret, who's really in power right now and you, indulge me for one more song. Deal?"
He eyed her thinking about it before asking, "and how do you intend on sealing this deal if I am incapable of shaking on it?"
Her grin turned wicked, like she was just waiting for him to ask. "I'm going to seal it with a kiss of course."
"And the rye?" He tipped his head to the glass.
"I figured you'd want a little something."
He nodded. "Very well, though I don't have any of my power right now so this whole thing seems a bit foolish."
She raised an amused eyebrow. "You don't think I'll keep my word?"
"Oh you will, if only because you know better than to cross me. Though I doubt your little 'secret' will be all that surprising."
"I guess we'll find out."
She took a rather large sip of the rye, taking an ice cube as well. She leaned down pressing her lips to his and he could feel the light burn of the alcohol. It was cold, as were her lips. She was using the ice cube to cool it before it was passed to him. Once the taste hit his tongue his eyes widened.
He couldn't help himself from drinking it down greedily. He had at some point sampled every time of whiskey available in Hell, he knew the flavour, the burn, the smell. He was, as some might say, a connoisseur of sorts. This was not at all like anything he had tasted. There was something else in it but he couldn't put his finger on what it was.
"Deal has been sealed, yes?" She placed the glass on the table beside her.
"What was that?" He needed to know what it was. If he could get his hands on more of it he would lock a bottle of two for himself in his office, strictly for special occasions.
She laughed. "Just some rye." She picked up the neck of the bottle looking at the label. "With a little touch of 'delectable'." She put the bottle down, turning to him with a proud smile. She lifted her hand, a fresh cut on the palm of her hand barely big enough to bleed.
It seemed like such a simple thing to put together, he didn't know how he hadn't. Most of the time he would add a touch of blood to his tea and coffee, a little splash to ease the cannibalistic side or a little boost of energy.
He could feel his body running hot, the warmth of alcohol couldn't have been the soul reason, maybe the touch of blood helped? Either way, he found he wasn't enjoying Ellen standing so far away, not while he still clearly had that wretched tonic still in his system.
She slowly climbed back onto him, the little green mp3 player in her hands as she was looking for the song she wanted to play next.
'Demons, some run from their demons,
But I'd like to be them,
Let me tell you why.'
She couldn't hide the smile thinking about the irony of the lyrics. This was going to be a full show, not trying to get another release from him, no she would run her hands up and down him, sure, but it was all about teasing this time.
'Take me to hell.'
She could have been cheeky, finding the longest song she had, but the short two minutes was more than enough for her, the last line of the song had her on top of Alastor, her hands above him working the knot that tied him down.
As she pulled the rope off, throwing it somewhere in the room she couldn't help but chuckle at the sharp intake of his breath, no doubt feeling all of his power and magic rushing back through him.
"You still had control after I tied you down."
"What?!" She had to loony if she really thought he controlled anything in the past, who knows how long. He shook his head.
She placed a kiss on his forehead. "While it may have seemed like my game, you were the one that determined what we did, how long we played, what was allowed. Sure I added my own flare, but you could have stopped me anytime you wanted. I had control until you decided to take it back and you could have at any point you wanted."
He pushed up to a sit rubbing his wrists, moving Ellen to sit against him. He held the control?
"It's the same when you pin me down. You have control until I take it back."
There was a long moment of silence as she watched Alastor take in what she had said. When it had stretched out long enough she broke it, afraid she may have dumped a bit too much on him. "So, you still think my little 'secret' wasn't all that surprising?"
Before she could blink she was pinned to the bed on her back, Alastor sitting on top of her. "I think you misunderstand the definition of control, my dear."
"So you're saying you are in control right now?"
"I believe it is quite obvious."
Her face lit up mischievously. "Okay and if I call… scarlet?"
There was a small moment of hesitance before he did exactly like she thought he would. He leaned up, tendrils gone just watching her. She pushed up onto her elbows, eyes locked onto his. "I took control back."
"What? No, we agreed that was a safe word, to cease all actions."
"Exactly. Giving me back control." She pushed herself to a sit grabbing his hands. "You're overthinking this Alastor, just know that even if you're tied down, you still have control. You're not trapped, or helpless. You can have it back whenever you want, all you need to do is ask."
There was another pause as he absorbed what she had said. Her gaze shifted around the room before returning them on the bed. She cheeks flushed finding that Alastor was sitting still fully erect. Right. They were still working the effects out of their system.
"I get the feeling I kinda killed the vibe I was trying to make." Her eyes pulled away to her right, biting her lip.
"Simple fix." He pulled her hands into his own and in a quick movement had her hands above her, spread on her back, sitting on top of her.
"Shall we continue where we left off?"
She laughed. "I don't think we really have a choice, gotta work it through the systems somehow right?"
Alastor pressed his lips to hers in a bruising kiss. "The sooner the better, I can't stand the thought of having to do this for any longer than necessary."
She laughed at his annoyed tone. She didn't mind it too much, she had found a safe space with him and knew while there was still a bit of her past trauma lingering in the back of her mind, she could work through it. He wouldn't push her into anything she didn't want to and that was far sexier than any amount of love tonic ever could make her feel.
"I do believe I will take the lead now, yes?"
"Of course Alastor, take me as you please."
He chuckled. "Oh I intend to, little doe."
Ellen didn't fully remember how long they were at it, by the time they were both certain they had both been cleared they had passed out, unable to do anything else. She wasn't surprised when she had finally awoken, Alastor was gone, though she did note it was the first time he had ever stayed in her room for the night, or day, or whatever time it was. Fuck today was going to be rough.
She stood in the shower for a while letting the hot water run over her in an attempt to soothe the sore aching of her muscles. She wouldn't admit it but she may have stayed longer in hopes to push off having to face Husker. Not her proudest moment. Her face flushed. Oh man that was going to be an awkward conversation.
AN: Songs for this chapter in order: I want to by Rosenfeld. And Take me to Hell by Chloe Adams
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