#robert akers

You hated every minute that you had to spend in this place. Every time you entered the upside down, you looked forward to the day that you would never have to see it again. Full of monsters, dark and depressing, and a smell you couldn't even begin to describe. It helped a little to work alongside your husband, but even that sometimes made it worse - you weren't only worrying about yourself, but about him, too. You knew Robert was normally more than capable of fending for himself, but this place was ruthless, and you never knew what the day would bring.

Some days were better than others, though this must be one of the worst ones. A whole squad wiped out, and your husband missing.

What a fucking day.

The ground beneath your feet is rugged and uneven, squelching each time you step. Your feet are careful as your eyes scour the dark landscape, searching for any sign of Robert. Concern was growing more as the time passed. This place was hell, you had seen enough shit to know that, and while this area seemed clear for now you still had to remain vigilant.

Then you hear it - a low voice cursing, and the sound of a slight struggle against metal, the noise drifting from a nearby trailer. That had to be him.

You ready your weapon, feet bringing you to the trailer before you even register your destination. The potential of finding your husband safe or at least alive in this hellhole almost takes over your logic as you rush over, though you still give the area one last scan before you take the final step towards the source of the noise. Just as you reach the entry, a thud comes from inside, making you stop in your tracks. Was it stupid, to blindly walk into what could so easily be a trap?

You decide to ignore that concern, as you are far more concerned about finding Robert. And it turns out you were right to do so.

As soon as you enter, you see him - eyes trained on the entryway before you've even entered, body now still. He had clearly heard you coming and must have been anticipating a much more threatening visitor, as his expression is an angry but also worried one that you've grown to recognise so easily since you started coming into this place.

When he sees you his expression softens, and a breath he had seemingly been holding in escapes him. His head falls back against the metal behind him, and he whispers a "thank fucking god."

It takes you a moment to register his position. You had never seen him like this - if anything, it was normally you getting tied up like he was now. As the concern for finding him dies down to allow relief to take over, a tiny part of you stirs with some sort of arousal you don't recognise.

"Well, aren't you a sight." Arms crossing, you give your husband a quick once over for injuries. Satisfied that there are none - at least nothing serious, apart from a bruise forming on his cheek and a few other marks - you take a step closer. "What the hell happened?"

He tugs at his restraints. "I can tell you everything later if you just get me the fuck out of here."

You nod, kneeling down to get closer to his tied hands, though your own hands stop just short of them. Now that you are close to him, that small part of you stirs again, arousal you weren't expecting now rising more with the knowledge that he was safe.

"You look nice tied up, Robert." Your voice is quiet, and he raises a brow as you speak. "No wonder you normally like having me like this.”

His eyes lock onto yours, and he swallows hard. There's a brief flick down to your lips before he meets your gaze again, an evident heat rising up his face.

"I know what you're thinking about," his voice is low, and he gives another slight tug at his restraints. "We could have a much better time if you just fucking untie me."

You mull over his words for a moment. Tilting your head to the side, your gaze is drawn to the injuries he's sustained. Nothing too serious and mostly superficial marks. Reaching a hand to his face, you gently touch the now swollen skin of his cheek. There's a small wince from him as his head instinctively jerks away from the pressure on his sensitive skin, but once the initial shock fades he allows you to inspect it, and even leans into your palm.

"They got you pretty good." You whisper, thumb now rubbing his face gently. His eyes don't leave yours, though there’s a slight softness to them now at the feeling of your touch. Shit was starting to hit the fan with the military, and things were much busier for both of you - you hadn't been able to just exist with him like this in quite some time. Just this simple closeness was enough to make you think about taking advantage of this rare moment alone together.

Your eyes hold his gaze. A lot of ideas were swirling through your mind, a lot of ideas you had never even considered before. Seeing your husband tied up had brought up something from deep inside of you, some arousal you were never expecting to experience at a time like this.

"They know I'm out looking for you, but they don't know I've found you. We've got time to spare."

He looks at your lips again, this time staring at them for much longer, tongue darting out to wet his own. With your hand still on his face the other moves slowly down his body, stopping when it reaches his already forming bulge. His eyes close as your hand puts a little pressure on it, a small gasp escaping him.

The hand on his face is still gentle as you lean in, and when you kiss him he thrusts his hips up softly to create more pressure against your palm. You remove your hand and he groans, but doesn't complain for long once that same hand undoes his zipper.

He's already hard, and his eyes flutter closed as you hold his cock with a light squeeze, him quietly moaning against your mouth. You start stroking him gently, then faster, and his teeth graze your lip as he lets out another soft sound. Your hand on his cheek moves around to the back of his head, pressing his face closer to you and deepening this kiss. It's been so long since you've had a moment like this that you can already sense him getting close.

Then, as if with some kind of power trip at your sudden dominance over him, you slow your pace around his cock. He groans in protest again when you almost come to a stop.

"I might just leave you here," you whisper, lips now moving to press a kiss against his jaw. "What would the rest of them say if they found poor Bobby all alone, tied up with his dick out?"

"Is this some kinda revenge for all the times I've tied you up?" You come up to face him and his glare is cold, but he starts smirking as he speaks. His hips move up against your hand with a quiet grunt. "If it is then you're a cruel fucking bitch. No wonder I love you."

"Love you too, Robert."

Pressing a quick kiss against his lips you pull away from him, both hands now going to fiddle with your own clothes. He watches closely as you remove your pants and boots, not even caring now about the coldness hitting your skin as you move over to straddle him. Shifting his seat slightly, he's lined up perfectly to fuck you, but you hover over him as you give another kiss. It's deliberately slow as you let him just barely graze against your wetness, and he sighs against your mouth as your hands find the back of his neck.

Sick of waiting, he thrusts up into you and you gasp at the sudden stretch as he pushes himself inside. Your fingers press into the skin on the back of his neck and head as you push back down against him, every inch of him now throbbing inside you as he lets out a low moan.

You start to ride him, slowly at first, until you pick up a rhythm that leaves you panting. He pulls at his restraints, frustration building up at the inability to touch you, only made worse when you start pressing kisses to his neck. He's practically whimpering as your lips and tongue find the most sensitive spots. The heat building up inside of you grows at the sound, and you feel your walls start to tighten around him.

His hips have lost their rhythm now, and by the way his head has thrown back with a moan, you can tell that he's not far from finishing.

So you stop, sitting down fully in his lap as you feel yourself start to pulse around him. Power wasn't normally something you held over Robert in the bedroom, and you were relishing in the dominance you now felt. You could get very used to this - you see now why he loves it so much.

Robert tries to move his hips against you, but you just smile down at him as you press down harder.

"Are you fucking-" he tugs against the rope once again as he starts to complain, out of breath from being so close to his release. His eyes are almost dark as he stares up at you. "I swear to god, once we get out of here I'm tying you up so much fucking tighter than this."

"Well maybe I just won't let you out then."

He presses his head back against the metal with a gentle thud. He's still out of breath, but his stare on you now is not unlike that of a hungry animal.

Seeking your own pleasure you start to grind in his lap, the friction satisfying you enough to drag you closer, but not enough to get him there. He's still watching you like he's starving. With how much you've withheld from him already, he probably is.

A loud moan leaves you as you roll your hips harder against him now, steadily starting to lose your rhythm as you feel the heat in your core build up. He's still trying to push up into you, but he can't get enough leverage to do so while you're pushing against him. The friction against your clit and the feeling of him painfully hard inside of you is plenty to drive you over the edge, and your eyes close tightly as you throw your head back, moaning into the darkness of the trailer. You could keep going like this forever, squeezing his cock tight inside you now while he continues to struggle against his restraint. Your orgasm is intense as you ride it out in his lap.

Just as you start to come down from this high, there's a sudden loud snap and your eyes shoot open.

"Motherfucke-" you don't even get to finish the word or even process what’s happening as you're suddenly pushed forward, back landing against the cold metal floor. He’s managed to free himself though his wrists are still tied together, and your head lands against the back of his hands where he has his palms pressed to the floor. You've barely even processed his sudden freedom before he's inside you again, a loud whine drawn out of you as he starts to fuck you. You almost feel dizzy from the feeling, still so sensitive from your own release.

His lips are pressed against you as he ruts into you, open mouth hot and wet against the crook of your neck.

"Maybe I'll tie you up and leave you here instead." He teases you between breaths, his hips slamming hard against you now. "Some fucking game you're trying to play."

You can't even speak, brain too numb from the overstimulation as he slams into you. All you can do is moan in response, before letting out a small squeak as teeth press gently against your shoulder, just hard enough to leave a faint mark.

Robert doesn't take long to cum - you teased him for long enough, and he's fucking you with a relentless pace from the frustration you created. He is loud in your ear as his hips smack harder and harder against you until he's spilling himself inside you with what almost sounds like a growl.

Collapsing on top of you, he buries his face deep into your neck while you attempt to gather your thoughts, mind still satisfyingly numb. He presses a small kiss to the bite mark he left. He's breathless and so are you, your brain still processing what just happened.

"You couldn't just let me have my moment huh?" Your voice is quiet, and he gives a weak laugh at your sarcasm. A few moments pass as he still breathes heavily, attempting to recover as much as he can from it all.

When he does finally speak, his voice is quiet as he mutters against your skin, and you can feel him smiling with his face pressed against you.

"I should have known you were a fucking freak when you agreed to marry me."

It's your turn to let out a laugh, and you wrap your arms tighter around him. You knew you would have to get up soon, redress yourself and report back to the base as if none of this had happened, as if his spend wasn't slowly dripping out of you. For now though, it was nice to finally enjoy a moment together for the first time in a long time, despite the less than ideal surroundings.