BDSM: human furniture with a side of choke collar for Kingdon
You sent me this in June and I was sooo excited to write it the moment I saw the prompt, but somehow it took me until now to actually get to it. Thank you for your patience! Thank you for the gorgeous prompt!
The words were blurring in front of her eyes, but she wouldn't allow herself to look away from the laptop screen. Frank's head had turned ever so slightly to look at her, Mel could see out of the very corner of her eye. To see if she was watching, not quite testing her, he was being very good today, but seeking something, some kind of reassurance. She gave the leash a little tug. With the way she had wrapped it around her wrist, she didn't even have to take her hands off the keyboard to do it. His eyes shot back down to the carpet, and she could feel a slight shift in the muscles under the heel of her foot.
If she hadn't actually needed to get her conference poster revised, she would have put him into a more strenuous position than just on his knees and elbows.
He had whined about it initially, complained that it was too easy, but now, an hour and a half into holding the position, he was probably feeling pretty grateful. The involuntary trembles and twitches were getting a little more frequent now, and while he hadn't outright shifted yet, she could feel the strain was getting to him. His breaths were getting a little more shallow, more frequent, his skin damp.
Mel uncrossed her ankles, and recrossed them, switching the bottom foot out, letting her heel thud into his ribs. The impact sent an involuntary shiver down his spine, and the near-silent gasp he let out tugged at something in her lower belly.
She made a show of sighing and stretching audibly, taking it as an excuse to look him over. His erection had wavered a little while into the position, but he had intermittently hardened again. Right now, the increased activity was getting him excited.
Saving her progress, Mel got up and set her laptop down on his back, tucking her end of the leash in between the couch cushions. There was an involuntary jolt, a cascade of muscles moving in his back, bracing him to be a steadier surface, to not let the precious electronics drop, and Mel smiled, pleased with him. Her footfall was deliberately heavy when she walked into the kitchen. Even with his head turned downwards he could see her feet for most of the way there, but once she was out of his direct line of sight, she started humming to herself.
He had been very clear. "Just don't leave me alone, please." That open, trusting look and the tremble in his voice that gave away that the concern was borne from experience would never leave her. And so she moved things around in the fridge, made sure the glass made a clink on the countertop when she sat it down. The ice cubes, dropped into the glass one by one, the tray refilled and deposited back in the freezer. She tucked a water bottle under her arm quietly before making her way back over, sliding it behind the pillows as she sat back down.
When she picked the laptop up, she ran a hand over the skin it had rested on, feeling the slight indents of the laptop's feet and rubbing at them like she was smoothing out a table runner. He was close now, close to how much he could take. A little attention was going to help him hold out just a bit longer.
Mel set the laptop down on the sofa and put the now ice cold glass of water down on his spine, right between his shoulder blades. The twitch that would have knocked it over if she hadn't kept a hold of the rim was completely involuntary. A meaner dom might have let it spill all over him, and he'd have let her, he wouldn't complain, but Mel knew him too well to let that happen. The last thing he needed was a failure right now. He was straining to be good, was doing everything he could to hold still, his core muscles twitching to keep him still. And so she only let go when he had settled. The condensation from the glass was already starting to pool into what would become rivulets that would run down onto his skin soon. She'd have loved to watch them cascade down, but instead she picked the laptop back up, this time crossing her legs under herself. Focus. He loved it when it wasn't all for show.
And so Mel read over the edits she had been making one last time before attaching the updated file to an email and sending it to Frank's work email.
Please find the updated ICEM poster attached. I've implemented all suggested changes, except for the citation style. I double-checked the conference style guide, JAMA is preferred. Please let me know if you're happy with this version and I'll send it to Dr. Al-Hashimi for review.
She read it out loud to herself, picking up the glass to take a sip and putting it back down just a little further down his spine, revising the email under her breath for him to hear before pressing send. In the distance, somewhere in her apartment, his work phone beeped with the incoming email. Mel watched the profile of his face, the way his brow was relaxed, his eyes closed but the skin at the corners of his eyes crinkled into a blissful smile.
The tremors were running through his whole body now. It made her power down her computer and put it away, sliding down between the sofa and her 'coffee table', she let her legs slide under him, between his legs and arms, watched as his muscles twitched. She picked up the glass, setting it down on the ground.
His skin was cool to the touch, it was inevitable, even though she had turned the heating up high for this.
"They just don't make solid furniture like this anymore," she said quietly, running her fingers over his back, her other hand taking a hold of his shoulder, massaging her thumb into the tight muscles there. His jaw went slack, a shaky breathy exhale, audible now.
She picked up a towel from the sofa, spreading it out over her lap before returning her hands to his body, sliding them over taut muscles and trembling limbs, down underneath him, caressing over his sternum, fingers gliding through his chest hair, and following the pattern down his belly. He keened when she finally wrapped her hand around his cock, but he didn't buck, even though she could feel him twitching, dying to.
Mel took her time, slowly stroking him, her free hand roaming slowly over his body, and eventually sinking into his hair, moving his head down, encouraging him to look down, to look at the way she was touching him. An involuntary sob tore from his chest and she pressed a kiss to his ribs.
That was all it took, a gasp and a shudder, and he was coming, all his muscles tightening up just one last time, spilling his release on to the towel.
Mel had to catch him, pulling him against her into a somewhat controlled collapse to keep him from hitting his head on the floor.
"I've got you." A quick fold and swipe to get rid of the towel and she was gathering him up into her arms, holding his shaking body and wrapping him up with all the warmth she could provide.
He was stiff, trembling. Mel reached up onto the sofa to pull a blanket off draping it over his shoulders and tucking it around his body, rubbing his back and arms, waiting out the shivers and gasping breaths. He leaned into her hard, burying his face in her neck before he could speak, seeking her out.
"You did so well, that was perfect, Frank." Mel kissed his hair, relieved when he moved his head into a real kiss, desperate, letting his lips do the talking. When she eased him out of the kiss he looked wrecked, pupils blown, jaw slack.
"I love you." His voice was hoarse, like suppressing his noises for almost two hours had taken everything out of him. "That was... fuck... did you actually get the poster done?"
She felt her cheeks flush. "I did."
"You're incredible." He kissed her again, eventually coming to rest with his forehead against hers, his breath ghosting over her lips. "I swear I wasn't even here." Frank sagged a little, slumping into her, trusting Mel to keep him safe, his head heavy on her shoulder and his body still twitching under the covers.
"In a good way?" She asked, even though she knew. The only time she'd seen him in a bad way was that very first day, deep in subdrop, abandoned, his whole body going through the motions. This, right here, this was bliss.
"So good." He sounded sleepy. Mel reached up onto the sofa again, pulling out the water bottle and topping up the glass, the ice cubes just large enough to chill the water, melting in the process.
"Drink a little bit for me?" She coaxed him into holding his own head up again, bringing the glass to his lips. He drank it all, earning himself a kiss to the forehead.
Mel slipped a hand back under the blanket, seeking out his knees and massaging the tender skin.
"I want to get you to bed, massage the tension out," she told him. "And then you can sleep, okay?"
He nodded, eyes already closing.
"I love you too," she added. "You make me really happy."
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