whips and chains excite me

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On the whole, Sheryl really does like dating Slaine. Oh sure, the media can be a big pain in the ass sometimes, with one of the world's most popular singers dating an up-and-coming young actor. (She's already sick of the word "Sherlaine.") But he's sweet. He treats her well. And frankly, the sex is great. She loves that part.

She's always been more adventurous and freewheeling, though. So it had taken a little coaxing to get him to agree to this, but Sheryl's confident they'll both have fun getting out of their usual boxes.

She's prepared well. Her staff has been dismissed for the night, which means it's just the two of them in her large home in the hills up above Los Angeles. With high hedges and walls, there's no paparazzi in sight. She's cleaned out a room in the basement, too, leaving it bare save for a comfortable mattress tucked into the corner and a stool in the middle. (With a comfortable cushion on it. She's not some sort of savage.)

She's currently sitting on that stool in a sheer lacy white robe, tied right below and between her breasts, that really doesn't do much to cover them. The only other things she's wearing are an equally lacy pair of white stockings held up by a garter belt, and a very skimpy white thong. It's a far cry from the full dress uniform she'd procured for her boyfriend. (God, he looks good in uniform, she thinks.)

Unfortunately, he's also trying to tie her up, and he could be doing a little better at that. "Slaine," she says, rolling her eyes. "It needs to be tighter! I can still move my arms, you know."

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Did they? Sheryl can't remember. She tries to think back to their planning sessions, but it's hard to think when you're nearly naked, tightly tied up, and slightly chilly and damp. Oh, and incredibly turned on, too. "We discussed staying in character!" she grumbles.

That grumble turns into a surprised squeak when he flips her over onto her stomach. With her arms still tightly tied behind her, she can't flip herself back over. (Also, it makes the rope at her crotch shift, the knot sliding against her panties and pressing in at sensitive parts.)

She tries to twist to look behind her, but he's sitting on her back, making it difficult. "I was really getting into it, you know," she huffs. "The whole controlling-soldier act was a huge turn-on. I didn't tell you to stop!"

"So do you just want to do it normally from here or what?"

She kind of doesn't want to be untied.

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Slaine has to admit, even if he refuses to say it out loud in favor of burying those thoughts to himself, that sitting on his girlfriend is rather convenient when she's tied up. Truly it's a side of him that he'd rather keep away from the prying eyes of his fangirls, especially his co-workers and guardian. Only Sheryl gets to experience this, no matter how embarrassing this is for him.

He fights back the urge to hitch a breath, restraining a surprised sound in his throat. Did she just admit that his role was a turn-on?

"I-Is that so..." He stammers despite himself, releasing her hair to pinch the bridge of his nose as he exhales. Sure there are women who find him attractive (why they think so is beyond his comprehension), but the heat across his face is difficult to ignore.

Of course, he can't ignore the strain in his boxer briefs when he's practically holding Sheryl hostage between his legs. His gaze drifts towards the tie... and with a groan, he carefully wraps the fabric over her mouth.

"Please forgive me for what I'm about to do," he says as he ties it behind her head all nice and snug.

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What the hell is her boyfriend even up to? Sheryl is genuinely puzzled at what game he's decided to play. They're not roleplaying anymore, but he doesn't seem like he's interested in just having sex like they normally do. This is really pretty weird, but she has half a mind to just go with it.

Then his tie slips over her mouth and gets tied tightly behind her head, and Sheryl's eyes go wide.

Instantly, she tries to twist and turn to look at Slaine, but their position means she doesn't get more than halfway. She looks shocked and surprised, but not exactly scared. "Mmffphh!"

It's some sort of wordless protest. Maybe. Maybe it's a question. Sorry, Slaine, no way to tell.

Though part of Sheryl just got a little more turned on. She's at his mercy now. God, that's hot.

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There. With the tie securely doing the gagging, now Slaine won't have to hear Sheryl potentially nag at him, even if he's still concerned. The way she attempts to twist her body and make noise causes his eyebrows to knit together, but his expression soon fades into something else as he tries his best to contain his nerves.

Now what? She's practically at his mercy, bound and gagged, and here he is, sitting on her with a look that's best described as the classic "deer in headlights". The sounds of his own heart beating against his chest drum in his ears, far difficult for him to ignore. Slaine takes a moment to close his eyes and sigh, a little louder than intended but he has to concentrate — focus on the woman beneath him.

Shifting a little downward, he lets his fingers grab on to the flimsy ties holding her thong in place. A shame about the ropes, really; they're in the way, or else he'd tug on the lacy undergarment and slide it down those legs (long, lean, and beautiful). So instead, Sheryl will hear a quiet rip break the silence, cool air touching her hips as the fabric is tugged off her body. Slaine makes a mental note to buy a new thong, but hey, at least he won't hear her complain.

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Sheryl can only stay twisted around to face Slaine for so long before she gets tired and has to relax, falling back to the bed face first. Maybe it's not so bad like this, actually. (She knows it's not so bad like this.)

She turns her head to the side so she can breathe, still able to look at Slaine out of the corner of her eye, mostly. Like this, she can feel his hands roaming along her backside, around her ass, and tugging at her thong. Then, she realizes that not only is he not going to just take it off, he can't, just in time for flimsy fabric to snap.

And there she is, naked and bare, freshly shaven and glistening wet from arousal. He can see her. Sheryl makes another irritated-sounding noise, but doesn't struggle or squirm too much, so it seems she's not all that genuinely angry.

She is, however, genuinely horny. God, Slaine, just fuck her already... is what she wants to say.

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Just because Slaine is preventing Sheryl from speaking doesn't mean he can't listen to the muffled sounds behind secure cloth, or see her squirm a bit once he shifts his position on the bed some more. She's not the only one aroused, if the erection denting the fabric of his underwear is any more obvious, not to mention a little too tight.

As he carefully tilts his girlfriend's body over so that he's pushing her on her back, the ropes strategically placed across her skin is impossible to ignore. How improper, he thinks, teal eyes lingering on a strap near her crotch; it doesn't look comfortable to him. Sheryl sure comes up with the most outrageous ideas to loosen him up.

Swallowing yet another lump, Slaine allows his hand to slowly rest on that area, pushing it away from the slit and— oh. His fingers are shivering and his back turns rigid, a shaky breath drawn out from his lips. It's only been a few moments ago that he fondled her right there. Hard to forget how Sheryl felt and sounded from beneath his fingertips, only he was pretending to be someone else.

This time, however, he'll touch her again — as himself. Far unlike his previous movements, it's as gentle as he can make it while pressing his palm against the crux of her thighs, slow and steady, almost experimentally to see how she looks.

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She turns easily onto her back, partially because she's bound and partially because she'd much rather not be looking down at the mattress for the next few minutes. Sheryl's face is flushed, her breathing already heavy with arousal; she still gives Slaine a momentary glare as if to register her disapproval with his earlier behavior. It's really just Sheryl being Sheryl, though.

Her hands are bound behind her back (now underneath her), her legs bent and tied. She can, however, spread her legs for him, which she does eagerly, because please take the hint, Slaine. She's practically glistening, and when his fingers touch her heat, she audibly moans through the fabric of the gag, arching her back and trying to push into the touch.

The next time she looks up at him, it's pleading, desperate. This is not the time to be gentle and exploratory, Slaine.