December 16, 2000
Howdy! ^_^ This is a one-shot lemon I just *had* to write; I needed to actually *finish* a story for a change. *^_^* It's completely unrelated to "The Ties That Bind" or any of my other fiction - it might even be considered an Alternate Universe of sorts. <:) I hope I don't really need to warn you that it's both non-yaoi and a lemon, meaning that it has sexually explicit male/female interaction. It also features kinkiness and B&D/S&M, and the pairing is not who you think (don't read ahead; you'll ruin the whole thing for yourself). ^_^ If kinkiness, B&D, S&M or non-yaoi lemons offend you, OR if certain pairings offend you (there are NO doctors and NO Tsubarov in this fic), please feel free not to read the fic. Any constructive comments, whether positive or negative, public or private, will be gratefully and joyfully received. ^_^
Just for the sake of pretending like I have a legal leg to stand on, I figured I should mention here that I did not create Gundam Wing, that I have no rights to the series and that I mean no disrespect whatsoever to the creator/creators, nor is this story meant to be taken as a claim to either the characters or the situations which were not created by me. Also, I not only have no money, I'm in debt past my eyeballs, and suing me would be pretty durn pointless since there wouldn't be anything to gain by it.
Gee, I hope that does it. ^_~
Everything was in readiness, perfect. He smiled, the tiniest curving of the lips, as he heard a soft knock on the door. Right on time.
She stood, looking timid and vulnerable in spite of the dark wig and harsh makeup she'd donned to get there unnoticed. Wordlessly, he opened the door, and wordlessly she entered.
"Did you have trouble getting here?" he asked, voice soft as he closed the door and locked it securely.
"N-no," she answered, eyes downcast.
"Go. Make yourself ready," he said, an order sheathed in velvet tones. She hurried to the bathroom and he could hear the sounds of water splashing as he did one more quick check of his equipment.
Perfect.
She emerged from the bathroom, freshly scrubbed and clothed in nothing but blushes and her long, blond hair. She hesitantly stepped forward as he beckoned, and he heard her breathing quickening as she followed him into the playroom. The A-frame was new; he'd put the finishing touches on it that morning. It was big enough to turn into a swing set, though naturally he had no intention of putting swings on it, and the wood had been painstakingly, perfectly smoothed and colored with dark stain. A pair of padded leather cuffs dangled from the top of the A-frame, and he beckoned again, his eyes watching every hesitant move as she obediently stretched her arms up. The cuffs were just the perfect position to hold her arms widespread over her head without discomfort; he'd guessed well.
She whimpered softly as the second cuff fastened securely around her slender wrist, and he pressed a finger to her lips to silence her before stepping back to admire his handiwork.
"Please..." she whispered, and he swiftly circled around to give her a single hard spank. She gasped in shock as his hand met her bare flesh, but her body swayed toward him as if asking for more.
"No talking until I tell you, Relena," he said coldly, and she bit her lip and nodded, remaining silent as he nudged her feet apart and fastened cuffs around her ankles, holding her legs apart.
What was it about being bound? She knew that the cuffs and chains were unbreakable, but she nevertheless felt compelled to strain against them, testing them. There was an odd sense of security in finding them unbreakable.
"Nice," he said, watching her body writhe against the restraints, and her wide blue eyes gazed at him, silently speaking of her need. He smiled slightly, understanding better than she thought he would. For a woman like herself, so often compelled to behave with propriety, to be perfectly self-possessed and in control... for a woman like her, the only true freedom was in surrendering that control.
"Your safe word?" he asked, stepping closer to brush her long hair back over her shoulders, denying her the slight security of her hair shielding her as he bared her to his view.
"Avocado," she said, blushing.
"And if you say 'avocado'?"
"Then you release me, and the play is over."
"Right." The word was spoken with approval, and she smiled timorously. He smacked her bottom with his bare hand, and her eyes widened in shock, the smile dropping as she gasped loudly.
"You like that?" he asked, leaning close to her and kneading her buttocks with one strong hand. His scent, the musky scent of heat and arousal mingled with the smooth black leather he wore, rose up to her, and she swayed toward him hungrily, nodding.
"I like it, too," he whispered, and while his right hand delivered a series of hard spanks, his left toyed with her breasts, pinching the nipples lightly. She moaned, and his hands left her. A blindfold lowered over her eyes, and she bit her lip to keep from protesting as he fastened it securely in place. As she was deprived of her sight, her other senses heightened. She heard him moving about the room, a soft click that started sensual music playing, and then the sound of his footsteps in the hallway. Had he left her? Had he set her up? Would pictures of her nude, spread-eagled self be plastered all over tomorrow's news broadcasts with strategic parts covered by black tape?
He returned a bare minute later, and she heard the soft snick of the door locking.
"You can make all the noise you wish, now," he said, trailing a finger along her spine and smiling as she shivered. "The room is completely sound-proofed."
"Ooooh," she sighed, arching her spine, catlike, under his touch. "Please..."
"What do you want, Relena?" he asked, standing close enough that she could feel the heat radiating from his body, the moist breath on her ear. "Don't be afraid to tell me..."
"Please..." He backed up and spanked her again, and she jumped more from the sound than any pain.
"You like that?" he breathed against her ear. "You want more of that?"
"Oh, yes, please!" she gasped. "Please spank me!"
" 'Please spank me'... who?"
"...sir?"
"Mm," he said, sliding his fingers lightly along her arms and warmly clasping her slender hands before trailing back down along the undersides, tickling. "I suppose that'll do..."
"...Master?"
"I like that," he purred, his hands trailing down over her rib cage, down to grasp her bottom and squeeze the rounded flesh. "I really like the sound of that," he said, and then stepped back and began, hitting those adorable cheeks with a slightly-cupped hand while the other hand traced just along the top edge of her pubic hair.
"Oh, Master!" she cried, arching her back to offer herself to him as much as the restraints would allow. "Master! Oh, please, give me more!"
He bottom was flushed and nicely heated when he stopped, and she drew a shaky breath as she felt the smooth hardness of a ping-pong paddle, covered with black leather, pressing against her lips. She kissed it, her breathing quickening as she felt it rubbing over her ass, the smoothness oddly building her craving.
It had a wonderful combination of thud and sting, and he wielded it with expertise. Her skin burned as he covered first one buttock and then the other with a rain of blows. Just when she thought she'd have to use the safe word, he stopped, and while she struggled to catch her breath he caressed the reddened flesh tenderly.
She felt his hands touching hers again, checking to be sure the circulation hadn't been cut off, and then a sharp pinch on each of her nipples.
"Master!" she gasped in shock, and blushed as she heard him chuckle. A leather strap pressed against her lips, and she kissed it, her whole body tingling in a welter of anticipation.
He whipped her breasts with it first, savoring the uncontrollable gasps and whimpers as he carefully kept it just under what she could bear. Her breasts burned when he stopped, the light touches of his fingers tingling as he pressed the abused flesh gently, watching the white imprints of his fingertips fade into a rosy blush.
She bit her lip as he left her momentarily, and sighed as his fingers once again twined with hers for a brief moment. Something smooth and thin trailed along her collarbones, then she felt her long hair twisted on her head and held in place with a pair of chopsticks.
A second pair, carefully smoothed and lacquered, trailed down her arms. She couldn't help but gasp as she felt his deft fingertips plucking at her nipples, teasing them to sensitive peaks. One chopstick pressed flat against her ribcage and then rose to the bottoms of those sensitive nubs of flesh, while the other started at the collarbone and moved down.
She cried out softly as her nipples were caught between the two sticks with gentle pressure, and he smiled, tapping her lips gently. Using a rubber band at each end, he held the chopsticks together, and stepped back to admire how they looked.
"Never heard of nipple clamps like that before," she said huskily, greatly daring.
"Your Master is as capable of ingenuity as the next person," he replied, then picked up the leather strap again and gave her a few good wallops across her ripe buttocks. "He does not permit impertinence, however," he said, and resumed with the strap, watching as it left pink tracks on her skin, ones which would fade with no bruising. There would be no incriminating marks on her when it was all done.
"Oh! Sorry!" she cried.
"You don't sound sorry to me," he said, smacking the backs of her thighs.
"Heero!" she whined.
"You still don't sound sorry." The strap licked up between her legs, carefully slapping against the outer lips of her sex.
"M-Master!" she cried, and he put the strap down, stepping up to her shuddering body, the bulge of his manhood pressing against her inflamed buttocks through the slick leather as he checked her fingers again. While still pressing against her, savoring the little shivers of reaction travelling along her spine, he reached around and flicked the tips of her nipples, imprisoned as they were, and teasingly squeezed the chopsticks a little tighter for a fraction of a moment.
"Oh, Heero, oh, Master," she sighed, and he smiled.
"You like that, Relena?" he asked.
"Oh... oh, yes, Master, that was lovely," she replied a little dreamily.
"Then I think you'll like this," he said, and stepped away to fetch the toy he'd been most looking forward to.
Three weeks before, he'd been in a gas station and noticed cigars in individual plastic cases. Entranced, he'd bought a cigar, promptly throwing the thing away once he was out of sight. The case it had come in was perfectly smoothed, contoured in the shape of the cigar and only about as thick as a man's finger. He had grinned as he filled it with water and stuck it in his freezer; he grinned now as he slid the ice from its rounded sheath.
The shocked exclamation as the round end of the ice rolled across her nipples was priceless. He ran the icy finger all around the imprisoned peaks, trailed it down to her navel, and traced the outline of her pubic hair before rolling it over her burning backside.
"Oooh, Master," she purred, arching her back to meet him, and squealed in surprise as the ice penetrated between the reddened cheeks of her bottom. Her sex boiled in need, and she squirmed deliciously as he withdrew the icicle from that previously-untouched part of her body and tossed the melting toy into a bowl, then opened his pants in frantic haste.
"Relena," he whispered intensely, and his leather-clad body pressed against her, his hands clutching at her hips as he pierced her in one strong thrust.
"Oh, Heero!" she cried, writhing against him. Spangles of color shot across the backs of her eyes, and the combination of sensations all but overwhelmed her. The blindfold pressing against her cheeks, the chopsticks steadily pinching and pulling at her breasts as they bounced, and most of all the Master filling her, his hips spanking against her sore flesh, his leather-clad limbs sliding against her as that magnificent rod impaled her...
"Oh, Master! MASTER!" she screamed as one hard hand delved between her legs to stroke her with a knowing touch. In one swift move the other hand tore the chopsticks away as he drove into her body and growled, "Come!"
She screamed as the spasms overtook her, her body convulsing against the restraints in the most powerful, heart-stopping orgasm she'd ever endured, and the pulsing of her body around him drew him over the brink as well.
Long shuddering minutes later, he withdrew from her and fastened his trousers, then released her from the cuffs. She pushed the blindfold away and smiled at him. He opened his arms in invitation and she flew to him, kissing him ardently and moaning as his hands kneaded her sore buttocks.
"Mm... we'd better hurry and get cleaned up," she whispered.
"Ah," he agreed. She left to shower, and he quickly put the playroom back to rights. When she came out of the bathroom, he was clad in his customary jeans and turtleneck, his long bangs combed neatly to cover his unruffled face. She smiled at him and pulled her long hair under the wig, her distinctive forked eyebrows plastered to her skin and masked with dark makeup.
"How do you feel?" Trowa asked.
"Much better," Dorothy purred. "Same time next month?"
"Ah. Wait till you see what I have planned for next time." Both of them smiled, looking forward to another session of bondage and role- play.
"Till next time, then... Heero."
"Be safe, Relena."
THE END
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Yoiko
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