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Wish Fulfillment	By : IndigoHaze Category: +A through F > Bioshock Views: 18502 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 2-Bondage and begging
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A/N: I woke up thinking of this, but before I let myself fantasize on my own I thought I would commit it to paper.

Bondage and begging

“Turn over,” He ordered. There was no kindness in his voice, only the expectation that his commands would be met with obedience. The thought had her rubbing her thighs together as she flipped onto her stomach. “Wrists behind your back.” There was an instant of fear that extended into excitement as she obeyed without hesitation. She felt a coarsely braided rope tied around her wrists, noting that he no longer took any care to be gentle. When he was finished, he flipped her onto her back on her own with a minor display of force. The motion made her breasts bounce and she knew that it pleased him, the uncomfortable position forcing her chest to thrust forward.
                He wet his lips as his eyes travelled the length of her body, fingers massaging her upper thigh. She had a strong desire to cover herself before him, but as she tested her binding, the sense of helplessness drove a roll of her hips and a slight groan. Why was she so enticed by this feeling? She didn’t know, but it was undeniable. Yet he showed no sign of hurry, no promise of alacrity, which served to drive her voice.
                “Mr. DeWitt, please.” She heard herself whimper. It was a pathetic sound, but with her freshly christened adulthood she wanted more. She needed more. Her hips rolled in bed and she squirmed, trying to manipulate his fingers to move. They wouldn’t. Instead, he drew his hand free from her altogether, forcing another whimper from her.
                “Begging already?” He asked. She heard the amusement in his voice as her bright blue eyes pleaded up at him. “You’re mine right now, so long as you’re tied like that.” He ran his fingers up her calf and slowly up her inner thigh, pulling back just before touching her, forcing her hips to rise, begging of their own volition. He took his time to admire her pale skin, perfect, softer than any he had known. He touched her stomach and made a trail to her breast, squeezing it lightly, brushing her light pink nipple and coaxing a moan from her before he pinched it. It was a soft pinch, but it woke pain and the mixture made an excellent expression on her face. He could watch it all day. Likely, he would. He ran circles around it with his thumb for a moment before giving it another, harder pinch. She cried out, but from the way her thighs pressed together he knew how she was handling it.
                Her thoughts raced. The new sensations were driving her out of her skin. And as dark as the pain might be, it reminded her that she was out of her cage. A captive of a new kind at the moment, but this was one she could get used to. A wet, warm sucking sensation drove her from her mind as she whimpered, thrusting her chest further out, rope biting at her wrists. His tongue worked her nipple, driving it around and across it. She didn’t try to stifle her moans as they came freely, his fingers working the other, making her squirm as the heat between her legs became unbearable.
                Without warning, he bit down. It wasn’t hard, but it was enough.
                “Please,” She whimpered out. He pulled his mouth back and kissed her neck, whispering huskily into her ear.
                “Please what?” He asked, making her soak the sheets further. His fingers pinched her nipple a little harder, twisting the slightest bit to make her cry out deliciously.
                “Please, Mr. DeWitt, I need…” She whimpered, not sure how to finish the statement. “You.” She finished uncertainly. When he pulled back she thought she had said the wrong thing and the idea that she would be left here like this was close to bringing her to tears. Instead, she felt hands on her knees and then the feeling of them being forced open, but there was no way of telling if she was any wetter now. She knew the mechanics, but as she felt his engorged head press against her she was still woefully unprepared for the sensations that followed.
                There was no gentleness in him now. His girth would have split her were she not so well lubricated. Instead, she had the feeling of sublime fullness that was enough to send her over the edge. Her body convulsed against him and he made no move to stop as his hips bucked and crashed into hers with bruising force, her cries alerting anyone within five blocks that she was being satisfied. There was a feeling of soreness as she finished, but it added more pain to the mixture, leaving her whimpering and gasping with every thrust as he began to hit something within her, each contact sending a jolt of pain through her.
                She would have wrapped her legs around him, but he continued to hold them obscenely spread as he took what he wanted from her. His eyes drank in the sight of her breasts bouncing erratically with each rough thrust, the bed creaking, slamming against the wall as he her combination of suppleness and yet nearly unyielding tightness bit deeply into his endurance. His fingers rose to grasp her breast, squeezing painfully as he pinched and twisted her nipple, no longer toying as he shot pain through her body, bringing her closer to another orgasm.
                Her throat grew hoarse from her moaning and crying.
                “Mr. DeWitt, please don’t stop…” She begged. “Please, please God,” her babbling grew more incessant the closer she came, delirious with the carnal sensations driving her body. He had no intention of stopping. Instead, his fingers grabbed her thighs and he doubled his efforts, sending the whole of his strength into driving into her cervix. She drank in the pain and devoured the pleasure as he began to grunt.
                At last she felt him convulse inside of her. His hips pushed deep and stilled against her as she felt his heat spill into her, coating her insides dangerously. The thought of it only further enticed her, sending her over the edge as well as she began to buck her hips, the final scream bringing silence to the room save for the heavy breathing of their recovery. Her legs were wrapped tightly around him, wrists surely bruised and irritated from her pulling as she came twice.
                His head had drooped to her neck, but as he pulled back she looked into his eyes. The contact allowed her a glimpse into who he was and the revelation shook her. She wanted to run, to be free of him, But she could do nothing, nothing as she realized her father had brought her all this pleasure and that he was buried deep inside of her. That his seed filled her and coated her insides. She couldn’t tell him. Did he know? No, he was a product of this manipulation now. She was blindsided as he kissed her lips. She tried to pull back, but there was nowhere to go. His tongue slipped into her mouth and she couldn’t deny the heat it produced in her stomach no matter how much she wished she could.
                She was disgusting, she knew it. Yet, if he didn’t know, was there harm? Deceit compounded upon itself as she stroked his tongue with hers, heat spreading through her body. She felt him start to harden within her, which made her swoon. What do you expect when your father is the only man you see growing up? She wondered.
                “Mr. DeWitt?” She asked as he pulled back. He looked into her eyes, waiting. “Please, more.” She begged. He smirked.
                “I told you that you’re mine, didn’t I? I’m not done. Not even close.” He promised darkly. His in every sense of the word, she thought, startled by how much it increased her need. It was going to be a long day.
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