Kinktober â25 | Day One !
1. Harness/Belt Restraints
Story angle: he binds you for convenience, not sentiment. He can haul you closer in combat-like rhythm, a commander still in control even in bed.
CW : bondage, slight power play, no protection p in v
The straps and belts werenât nearly anything new to youâtight baring leather and cold metal buckles digging into into your skin, the buckles cinching them in place, the weight of them familiar after hours of training. Now they were like a daily ritual after years. But this wasnât training.
Your wrists were bound together behind you, your head hung low and your tongue rested against the back of your front teeth. Eyes not focusing on really anything at all. Your chest heaved, breasts perked out, nipples budding in the cold air.
The same belt that Levi wore around his waist hours before was digging into your wrists, marking you bound to submission. Every time you shifted, it creaked.
Levi hooked a finger between your skin and the leather, tugging on it and then grabbing the loop between the space of your wrists and tugging at it hard enough to make her back arch and the belt tighten. Nodding, he admired his own handiwork.
Your face burnt hot, feeling sweat drops form on your upper lip while swearing you could see the flushed red hue glaring off your cheeks and nose.
Your breath caught when the leather bit tighter. His knuckles brushing the arch of your spine as he checked the buckle. Purposefully slow. As though making sure you knew you couldnât slip free.
âDonât wriggle,â he uttered, his tone more like an order than a warning. âUnless you want it tighter.â
You swallowed, the heat in your chest burning down into your stomach, legs shifting restlessly as your stomach churned and flipped with butterflies under his gaze.
He reached for the two other leather bounds. The thigh straps. He pushed a hand from behind between your thighsâyou gasp and arch your lower back while squeezing your thighs around his hand.
He used his other hand to pull the straps between your legs and fasten them. Both straps tight into your bare thighs and rubbing together as they were snug mid thigh.
Levi noticed how you rubbed your thighs together and how your back arched ever so slightly, how your thighs tightened around his hand. He always noticed.
âThere,â he said, almost to himself, hands gripping both straps now secured around your thighs. âSomething to hold onto later.â The way he tugged onceâtesting the pull of leather against your skinâmade your stomach clench, anticipation building sharp in your throat.
Before you could say anything, even let out your last breath he grabbed the belt and pushed you forward to the edge of his desk until your hips bones bumped the wood.
His chest pressed to your back, the heat of him a sharp, stark contrast to your air cold kissed skin. âYouâre already flushed,â his lips brushed your cheek just above your jaw.
One hand gentle on your hips slid back and down, between your thighs, shoving them apart. Keeping your bound wrists high against your back, forcing you off balance.
You gasp, stiffening your back straight so your face didnât hit the desk as he kicked your legs wider. âStay,â Levi ordered, his belt creaking around your wrists as he pinned you in place.
His free hand slipped down, calloused fingers parting you without warning, dragging slick across your folds. He hummed low, unimpressed but hungry.
âAlready wet,â his fingers pressed harder, teasing just at your entrance before sliding in, deliberate, unhurried. âFigures.â The straps bit when you tried to push back for more, and he caught your reaction instantly, curling his fingers inside you until your knees buckled.
âHold still,â he said, tone dropping darker. His thumb dragged slow circles over your clit, cruelly precise. âYouâll take what i give you. Nothing more.â
You whimpered when he pulled his fingers free, the sudden emptiness leaving your body clenching around nothing. Levi didnât give you a chance to complainâhe shoved you flat to the desk with a hand between your shoulder blades, the leather at your wrists bitting as he forced your arms higher.
The click of his belt unbuckling cut through the silence. You turned your head just enough to glimpse him out of the corner of your eye, his expression unreadable, movements efficient.
âQuiet,â he muttered, tugging your hips back toward him. His hand gripped one thigh strap, using it like a handle to drag you into position. He let go of the strap and pushed down his underwear just enough until his cock pops free, slapping against his abdomen with a hallow pop.
Pre cum, sticky and warm like a tiny string connected to his tip and then to his stomach. He stroked himself, pressing his thumb to his tip and smearing the leakage from the slit down his shaft.
He pressed the swollen, hot tip to your tight holeâhe pushed forward and immediately gritted his teeth and held tight to the straps on your thighs as he sunk to your hilt in one stroke.
Using the leather as a leverage to pull you back in to meet his hips with each thrust. Your legs trembled, the desk squealing faintly beneath you. Levi leaned forward, chest flush against your back, his hands giving way from the straps.
his left hand finding your hip and his right over your mouth as you began to get louderââQuiet.â He said moving his hand away and going back to the belt. The pull of it dragged you back each time, forcing you to take all of him.
You felt drunk, your head buzzed and you were dizzy. Clit throbbing and edging closer by the second your legs shook, desk shaking and hipbones digging painfully into the rough wood. Nails uselessly scraping and baring into the leather surface. âCâCaptainâpleaseeââ
His pace didnât falter, the only response a sharp tug of the belt and a low grunt against your neckââDonât rush me..youâll be begging for more by the time I'm done with you.â
The belt dug into your wrists, leather biting tighter with each time he yanked. Levis fist was wrapped in the belt, knuckles white, using it to control your every movement.
The sound of skin slapping echoed sharp n the room, your gasps cutting through it every time he bottomed out. The desk groaned beneath you, but Levi didnât careâhis focus was locked around him every time he dragged you back further onto his cock; his dewy balls tightening quickly as the impact got harder into you.
His jaw went slack and his eyes got lazy for a second before closing them and speeding up just an each to make you whine out in mix of protest and climax.
You sobbed his name as Leviâs pistoling cock drove you straight into an orgasm that felt a little more than soâhis pace finally broke, his hips shuttered and became a little shallow and desperate. A grunt tore from his throat as he pumped hot cum into you.
Your head lulled to the side as you gasped or air, Levi stayed inside of you for a moment longer. Chest rising and falling hard as he began to unloop the belt from your wrists.
Finally, he shifted, hips pulling back. The drag of his cock slipping from your spent, still clenching walls. The feeling made you whimper, feeling overstimulated as he comes closer to the tip of his cock.
A dirty sound echoed in the quiet room, followed by the wet slip as his cocks red, swollen tip pushed through your folds as his cum began to leak from your well-used hole.
Day one kinktober : harness / belt restraints (bondage)
Iâll be completely honest, I hate this but I gotta get ts out.. (im starting to already feel like this I the worst mistake trying to do 30 days of writing.)
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