Of Boxer Briefs and Blindfolds
By: Wonderland
CATEGORY: PWP
SEASON/SPOILERS: Season 9 “The Ties That Bind”
WARNINGS: Sexual Situations
AUTHOR’S NOTES: All hail Magnavox!
AUTHOR’S WEBSITE:
http://www.freewebs.com/mitosdelaverja/wonderlandsfanfiction.htm
“I told you what would happen, didn’t I, the next time I
caught you messing with my stuff?” His voice is quiet, stern, from somewhere
behind me.
“Yes.” I answer bravely.
“Yes what?” His hand entwines in my hair, strong and capable, but not hurting.
Not yet.
“Yes, master.” I answer dutifully.
“I like a student who can learn a lesson.” He sighs in disappointment. “I just
wish you would learn. My books are precious to me,” his voice sounds like he is
kneeling beside me, “each one is an old friend. And when you treat them badly,
it’s like you’re treating me badly. And I know you didn’t mean to do that, did
you?” There’s pain now, his hand sliding down to encircle my throat, pressing,
bruising.
“No, Master, I didn’t mean to do it.”
“And you’re very, very sorry, aren’t you?” His hand slides down, idly parting
the front of the robe, exposing my breasts to the chill of the air
conditioning. I don’t answer right away, both of us knowing what I want. He
“tsks” softly somewhere around my ear before those supple hands tease my
hardening nipples, cupping my breasts and finally takes the nipples between
thumb and forefinger and pinching hard. I squeal before I can stop myself. “You
like that, don’t you? Oh, you pretend that this,” he plucks my nipples,
“doesn’t please you, but we both know it does.” He continues to torment me with
pinches and twists until suddenly he steps away.
“Daniel?”
“What did you call me?” His voice is icy and seems to be somewhere to my other
side.
“Master, I meant master.”
His voice is that of a long suffering professor with a
tiresome student. “I can see you need another lesson.” Without warning, he
grabs my arms and jerks me up. I stagger, unable to get my feet under me and
stumble. Instead of hitting the floor as I expected, I land across something,
blood rushing to my head. Wriggling around, I realize I’m across his knees.
Okay, this is new. His hands stroke down the length of my silk-covered back,
down to the hem of the robe and slide easily under, easing back up until my ass
is covered only by the thin thong which covers nothing. I bite my lip as his
hands squeeze my cheeks.
“I think the punishment should fit the crime, don’t you?” He croons in my ear.
“You wrote in five of my books so I think five should be sufficient, don’t
you?” I arch when his hand lands sharply across my backside. “I warn you, if
you say anything, it will be ten.” I’m already dizzy from the scotch and the
sex and hanging over his knee. He gives me four more smacks, each a little harder
than the one before. I force myself to stay quiet, not wanting to tempt him any
more. “Now, what do you have to say?” His hands stroke the sting out of my
bottom.
“I’m sorry, Master. I won’t write in any of your books, ever again.” The answer
must please him, because he hauls me up and turns me, so that I’m straddling
him. His hand slips between my legs, touching lightly, sliding the thong off to
one side.
“You’ve had your pleasure. Now it’s my turn.” He grabs my hips and jerks me
forward as he thrusts his hips upwards, impaling me with his cock.
“Oh, God.” I moan as I writhe on him. “Untie me. Please. I want to see you.” I
can’t get enough of seeing those eyes glazed with passion. He ignores me, his
hands guiding my hips to ride him hard, without mercy. “Kiss me, God, kiss me!”
His hands are in my hair, dragging my mouth to his. I brace my legs farther
back and slow down, easing the strokes into long, full, voluptuous, movements.
His oath tangles in my mouth. “Are you trying to kill me?” He grunts before he
pulls me forward and I feel him tense beneath me moments before he erupts deep
within me. I see lights explode beneath the blindfold and my head bangs into
his on the way to his shoulder.
“Sorry.” I mutter into his neck.
“S’okay.” He stands, lifting me easily. I murmur in protest when he
disentangles us before dropping me on the bed, rolling me onto my stomach. I
feel the loosening of the cuffs, his hands stroking, looking for signs of
bruises before kissing the inside of my wrists. I bring my hands to the front
to rub my wrists, knocking the blindfold off. He lands beside me. “So, how was
that?”
His eyes are still slightly glazed and I lean over to kiss his sexy mouth.
“Next time, you get locked up.”
He hands me his glass of scotch, I take a sip and hand it back. “That’s only
fair.”
“Let me think. “How about I play the naughty schoolgirl and you play the poor
professor I seduce?”
“Lolita.” He murmurs. “I see I’ll have to introduce you to a literary classic.”
I bolt up on the bed. “Someone already wrote that one?”
“Years and years and years ago.”
“Can we check that out of the library?”
He laughs before downing the rest of the scotch. “Darling, I’ll buy you your
very own copy. Come on, we gotta be at the committee meeting in an hour.”
“Can I wear the fishnet and the miniskirt you picked out?”
His eyes dance wickedly as he trails me into the shower. “Why the hell not?”
** The End **
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