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Her hands were tightly wrapped around the chains linking the leather cuffs around her wrists to the bedposts, the metal warm under her sweaty palms. Even her legs were too weak to do more than tremble in the cuffs keeping them in place, only the order, the steel of her husband's stand still holding her upright.
Not that she noticed it anymore. The only thing she could focus on, the only thing capable of breaking through the haze in her mind was the feeling of his lips trailing across her skin. Heat blossomed from every spot, her body soaking up the poison lingering after each and every one of his drugging kisses. Kisses that lit an inferno of desperation within her, stoking it until flames flickered through her veins and taming it into something far too capable of robbing her of her mind.
After spending all day watching her back, pausing in every doorway, scanning every possible place to hide a terrible shrub from view before entering a room it hadn't taken much for her body to crave the relief his control offered. 'Mistletoe'. Letting the chocolate melt in her mouth after lunch hadn't felt like nearly enough of a consolation after drawing that prompt. The amount of people that had tried their best to end up under one with her over the decades had taken the fun out of that tradition long ago. But this... Walking into her bedroom only to be met by chains already hanging from the bedposts, the mistletoe she had bought a few days ago fastened above them… She'd meant to go somewhere with this train of thought, hadn't she?
The harsh sucking on her neck forced a deep, choking sound from her chest. Her head fell to the side, the fire centring on the small area covered by his lips. His tongue was drawing patterns amidst the flames, and the taunting strokes sent jolts of blazing heat through her body. The cool shifting of the air in front of her made the contrast even stronger, her damp skin leaving her hot and cold and burning and shivering all at once. Her head was numb, yet her body desperately tracked every minute shift of her husband behind her and together it made coiling, curling pleasure crawl from her toes to the very tips of her hair.
She didn’t know how long she’d been here. How long he’d kept leaving damp, burning trails across her skin that made pleasure desperately flare within her, pushing her higher and higher until mindless streams of begging fell from her lips. But there was no relief in sight. The explicit reminder of no coming lay like a phantom collar around her neck, keeping her in line.
Why. Why oh why couldn't she have drawn this particular prompt on the day with the eight orgasms? With such a build-up his teeth would've been able to force her over the edge over and over with ease.
She felt close to combusting. And the knowledge that there would be no end to the desperation, that whatever scorched remains that was left of her tomorrow would still be glowing with the embers of her drugged arousal made the pleasure even sharper. It would be so easy for him to keep her under his thumb. To make her bend to his will without hesitation.
There was a chuckle. Her husband stepped even closer, his suit jacket sending shivers all across her back as it rubbed against her skin.
The whine ringing in her ears had been her, hadn't it?
Running his nose down her neck, he soon switched to featherlight little kisses, tiny pecks chasing after the blood rushing beneath her skin. Blood that was calling to him, begging for his poison to join it on the journey through her body. Her heart skipped a beat in anticipation. Those particular kisses were only ever followed by one specific thing.
Teeth sank into her skin and she cried out, the sound vibrating through her chest and the bright shock of disbelieving ecstasy was enough for her legs to give out, her arms protesting having to suddenly carry all her weight. Chains clanked before the order to remain standing forced her upright again.
His teeth never left her neck. The pain didn't end. It was exquisite, sending her higher and higher, the pleasure becoming brighter and brighter, her muscles trembling to accommodate the new sensation. Yet it wasn't enough. It was too human to be enough.
He let go far too soon.
The sob wrecked through her body before pleading words once more spilled from her lips. His mouth was on her again, dotting kisses down her shoulder and she could feel her blood rush to the surface, the very air too rough against her skin. She needed- Needed-
"You know what I want."
Her head fell forwards with a whine. And despite her eyes being clenched shut she could feel tears welling up in the corners. She did know what he wanted. Had known it from the first touch of his poison-sweetened lips. But she-
She needed him to take it. He could! It wouldn't take more than the sting of his sharp teeth sinking deep into her skin for her to fall under his spell. Her body was so attuned to his bite, his control, he could so very easily force everything from her grasp.
But he didn't. He was working his way across her shoulder blades, his path unhindered by the clip holding her hair up. Fastening that clip had been the last time his hands touched her skin.
By the time he reached the other side of her neck her mouth was open in a silent scream. And the gentleness with which he burrowed his face into the crook where her neck met her shoulder, the careful distance he once again was keeping between their bodies was enough to rip another pathetic sound from her chest. She needed his touch. His presence! She-
She needed him. All of him.
All she had to do was giving in to his call.
It was humming in the back of her mind. Had been since the moment hazy pleasure swept in and slowed her thoughts down to a crawl. But he didn't want to take it. He wanted her to submit. To step over the edge into free-fall by herself. Willingly.
His breaths were tickling her skin. The little kisses he pressed against her neck set off firework after firework of blinding pleasure until her heart thumped in time with each touch. Kiss after kiss after kiss. It shouldn't be possible. He shouldn't be able to wind her up this high on kisses alone! And yet, quite without her permission her hands loosened around the chains, the final sliver of control she had slipping from her fingers.
She did want to submit.
The sigh leaving her lips sounded so very loud in the sudden silence of her mind. Her shoulders dropped, the muscles relaxing, and the relief was so sweet, so heady, so very all-encompassing that she could do nothing but melt into it.
Seconds passed. Seconds where only her blood trembled in anticipation before, with a shifting of fabric against fabric, his warm hands settled around her waist.
"Good girl."
Gosh did that moan really come from her?
"Stand up higher."
She stood on the balls of her feet before the words had even made it across the vast distance of her mind. His arms tightened around her waist, holding her close against his chest as the chains were unhooked from the cuffs around her wrists.
Will. Right. He'd been present from the start, watching them from the bed. She wished she had the strength to focus her eyes enough to see his face. He did so enjoy watching her husband pull her under with his thrall.
The chains keeping her ankles in place disappeared soon after, and when her husband moved his arms, one settling around her shoulders to turn her around she floated, her legs moving without her prompting.
"Kneel for me."
The flames in the fireplace flickered across her cloudy vision before his armchair came into view. Her knees landed on the familiar fabric of her pillow, and together with the hand coming up to run through her hair she could feel the final lock of his control click into place.
She wouldn't have to think for the rest of the night.