Not a Word
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Lord of the Rings Movies › General › Lord of the Ring Stars
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,026
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is work of fiction! I do not know the celebrity(ies) I am writing about, and I do not profit from these writings.
Not a Word
He wouldn’t be doing this if he didn’t know it was something he wanted; needed; was silently begging for.
*
Firm hands held his head into the pillow, smothering him awake. The hands were then replaced by a knee. His arms were sought out, then wrenched behind his back to be tied with some kind of bond.
Rough fingers were then at his hair, yanking his head back and covering his eyes with a mask of some sort. All was dark. A voice was in his ear:
No noise, Dom. Not a peep. Come with me. Then they were walking. He was being pushed down his hallway. His bare feet were scuffing the old wood floor of the sitting room now. The door creaked and he was pushed out, feeling concrete rubbing his soles.
The car ride was long, silent. Not a sound. Barely a breath. Only the rumble of the engine and the road beneath them to ease the way.
*
Act like a man, Dom, don’t cry. Really now. It’s unbecoming of you. Tears are for pussies, Dom. Are you a pussy, Dom?
Heat rose all around him. Dampness and sweat settled in his pores. His blood was on fire. His chest was heaving.
How do you feel, Dom? Are you afraid? You know why you’re here don’t you, Dom? I decided. You know that, don’t you?
Leather went around his wrists, replacing the old bonds. It was soft and smooth against his skin, almost caressing in his over-sensitized state. His arms were stretched and he heard the clicking of latches as he was hooked to the frame, he could feel the steel brush his finger tips and just barely rub against his knuckles. His feet were then dealt with in the same manner; spread wide to hold him steady, balanced.
That mouth you feel around you now, that is Elijah. Feels good, doesn’t it? He is here to help you, Dominic. This will not be like anything you’ve ever felt before.
As he felt warm velvety wetness envelope him from the front, a pressing, searing heat assaulted him from behind. He could feel the steel burning its way through his flesh. Smell his skin as it was burnt away. It was a heady aroma, not as unpleasant as one would think; not quite sweet but not quite bitter.
The unyielding mouth devouring him from the front was almost unbearable in combination with the searing pleasurable pain from behind. And he was bucking, trying either to get further into that mouth or push back harder into that steel branding him from behind, but firm calloused hands digging into his hips held him back from being able to do either. He was seeing spots of white behind his eyes when the burn left his back. He felt his orgasm rising up through his thighs, muscles tightening then slackening as the darkness enveloped him.
*
Stumbling to the bathroom in the morning, he thought it had all been a dream. He had woken up in his own bed alone, unclothed, just as he had been when he went to bed the night before; except the middle of his lower back had this twingingitchburn. His hand went back to scratch and his nails broke through raised skin. Turning he saw it there in the mirror. Billy’s family crest. He had chosen. Dom was his.
*
Firm hands held his head into the pillow, smothering him awake. The hands were then replaced by a knee. His arms were sought out, then wrenched behind his back to be tied with some kind of bond.
Rough fingers were then at his hair, yanking his head back and covering his eyes with a mask of some sort. All was dark. A voice was in his ear:
No noise, Dom. Not a peep. Come with me. Then they were walking. He was being pushed down his hallway. His bare feet were scuffing the old wood floor of the sitting room now. The door creaked and he was pushed out, feeling concrete rubbing his soles.
The car ride was long, silent. Not a sound. Barely a breath. Only the rumble of the engine and the road beneath them to ease the way.
*
Act like a man, Dom, don’t cry. Really now. It’s unbecoming of you. Tears are for pussies, Dom. Are you a pussy, Dom?
Heat rose all around him. Dampness and sweat settled in his pores. His blood was on fire. His chest was heaving.
How do you feel, Dom? Are you afraid? You know why you’re here don’t you, Dom? I decided. You know that, don’t you?
Leather went around his wrists, replacing the old bonds. It was soft and smooth against his skin, almost caressing in his over-sensitized state. His arms were stretched and he heard the clicking of latches as he was hooked to the frame, he could feel the steel brush his finger tips and just barely rub against his knuckles. His feet were then dealt with in the same manner; spread wide to hold him steady, balanced.
That mouth you feel around you now, that is Elijah. Feels good, doesn’t it? He is here to help you, Dominic. This will not be like anything you’ve ever felt before.
As he felt warm velvety wetness envelope him from the front, a pressing, searing heat assaulted him from behind. He could feel the steel burning its way through his flesh. Smell his skin as it was burnt away. It was a heady aroma, not as unpleasant as one would think; not quite sweet but not quite bitter.
The unyielding mouth devouring him from the front was almost unbearable in combination with the searing pleasurable pain from behind. And he was bucking, trying either to get further into that mouth or push back harder into that steel branding him from behind, but firm calloused hands digging into his hips held him back from being able to do either. He was seeing spots of white behind his eyes when the burn left his back. He felt his orgasm rising up through his thighs, muscles tightening then slackening as the darkness enveloped him.
*
Stumbling to the bathroom in the morning, he thought it had all been a dream. He had woken up in his own bed alone, unclothed, just as he had been when he went to bed the night before; except the middle of his lower back had this twingingitchburn. His hand went back to scratch and his nails broke through raised skin. Turning he saw it there in the mirror. Billy’s family crest. He had chosen. Dom was his.