Title: Two To Torture

  Authors: Sarah ([email protected]) and Alex ([email protected])

  Rating: NC-17

  Category: Romance

  Status: Complete

  Spoilers: None

  Disclaimer: Of *course* these characters belong to us! How dare it be said otherwise?!

 

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  Evie opened the front door, calling out for her husband and set her bag down on the table. She was finally home from her trip to Scotland and she couldn't wait to be in his arms. True, she had only spent two nights away from him, but it had been so lonely without him. "Darling, I'm back."

 

  Rick had been waiting for her and once he hear her come in, he stepped up silently behind her. He held one of his ties in his hands  and he ran the silky material through his fingers. She wasn't even aware of his presence until he quickly slipped the tie around her face, obscuring her vision. "Keep very still," he whispered into her ear.

 

  She smiled widely and pushed her hands behind her back to touch his shirt. "I missed you so," she whispered and bit her lip, curious about this. "What are we doing?"

 

  "I thought we'd try something different tonight," he murmured into her ear. "This time, I get to be in control. How does that sound?" He gently nibbled at her lobe, running his tongue over her ear before nipping at her a little harder, driving a startled gasp from her.

 

  She nodded and pressed herself up against his chest. "Anything, darling, anything," she murmured and reached around to try and unbutton his pants, a bit surprised when he pushed her hands away from him. "Please..."

 

  "No, not yet. I wanna make this last," he told her, scooping her up into his arms and holding her tightly against his chest. He carried her up the stairs and to their room, placing her on the bed. "Now tonight, you are going to keep your hands to yourself." He paused and stared at her thoughtfully for a moment. "Actually, I have a better idea." He went to dig through her drawer of accessories, pulling out four of her scarves. He smiled broadly and began to walk slowly towards the bed.

 

  "Darling, I can't see with this on, please take it off. Let me look at you," she begged and then finally reached up to pull off the tie herself. She shook her head, her eyes widening when she saw him closing in on her with the scarves. "Ohhhh, no, no, no..." she murmured, trying to get off the bed before he could attack her.

 

  He dropped the scarves to the floor, rushing up to her and pushing her back down onto the bed. "Did I say you could take that off, sweetheart?" he murmured dangerously. "Didn't you agree to letting me be in control tonight?" He climbed on top of her and lowered his lips to hers, kissing her deeply. His tongue pushed into her mouth, rubbing over hers and when he pulled back, they were both breathless. "Now, you are going to let me put this back over your eyes, all right?" he told her sternly.

 

  She nodded. Her mind was dizzy after a kiss like that and she probably would have allowed him to wrap it around her neck, had he felt the need to. "Okay." She let her head fall back onto the pillow and blinked softly against the silk cloth of his tie.  

 

  "Good," he said softly, fastening his tie securely around her eyes once more. "Besides, not being able to see is gonna make this all the more incredible for you..." He went to retrieve the scarves, setting them down on the bed. His fingers tugged at the buttons of her blouse, sliding it off her shoulders before he unfastened her bra, tossing it aside. Her breasts beckoned for him to touch them, but he bit his lip, putting aside his own need for a while as he worked the skirt over her hips, pulling her underwear along with it. He tugged off her shoes and finally, he began fastening her wrists and ankles to the bed so that she couldn't move. When that was done, he stared at her appreciatively, naked and splayed out, waiting for him.

 

  She couldn't move at all and her chest quickly rose and fell as she took short, excited breaths. "Oh Rick, please do something. Are you still there? You haven't left me?" she asked. She couldn't hear him and he seemed to be distant from her. She tugged at her binds.  "Rick! Please..." She sounded more desperate. "Where are you?"

 

  "I'm here, I'm here," he said soothingly, laying down on the bed beside her. He propped himself up on one arm and let his free hand gently caress her face. He let his fingers trail down to the tip of one aroused breast, playing with the nipple gently, but not giving in to what she wanted just yet. He leaned over her, gently pressing his lips against hers, teasing her, and his tongue darted out to lick her lips.

 

   She sighed softly. Even the slight touch of his fingers against her sensitive breasts felt amazing. She lifted her head off the pillow. "Kiss me, darling...Kiss me," she whispered, not knowing where his lips were or how far they were from hers. She knew she must look rather silly like this, in blind pursuit of his kisses.

 

  He smiled at her attempts to find his lips and he squeezed her breasts, rubbing the nipples with his thumbs as he leaned down to kiss her lips again, letting his tongue aggressively slide over hers and over the roof of her mouth. He moaned into her mouth, kissing her, touching her and then suddenly he pulled away, gasping for air as he clambered off the bed. He began to hunt around for something that he'd spied earlier.

 

  She whimpered in despair as soon as he left her side and she licked her lips, wondering what was going to happen when he came back to her. "Darling," she called out. "You had better be careful, some other man could climb through the window and have his way with me."  She giggled a little.

 

  "If I did ever see another man touching you like that, I'd kill him on the spot," he growled, finally finding what he was looking for. He knew she had only been joking, but he was very protective of what he had. He smiled a little, holding up his prize. It was one of Evie's old hats, the one with the feathers that she hardly ever wore. He tugged one of the feathers free, making his way back to the bed and sitting down next to her, the dip in the bed announcing his presence to her in her blindfolded state.

 

  "Is this my husband, or that attractive man from the museum?" she asked, teasing him. When she felt him come back onto the bed, she twisted at the binds a bit.  

 

  He smiled when she struggled. "I wouldn't do that if I were you," he said softly. "You'll only hurt yourself." He dipped the feather into her belly button, gently running it over the skin of her stomach. "Ticklish, Evie?" he asked wickedly, knowing full well that she was.

 

  She started giggling and clenched her fists tightly. "Oh Rick...no no, no, don't do that." She was cracking up and pulling at her binds, writhing under him. Of course, the mere tickling was enough to arouse her as well.

 

  His smile widened at her reaction, and her attempts to get away from him. "Well, I think it's kinda fun watching you squirm around like this," he remarked, trailing the feather up over her chest, brushing it lightly over the hollow of her throat. He then moved it down to her breasts, trailing teasing circles around them before drawing the feather lightly over her nipples.

 

  "Oh Rick, you're terrible, downright terrible," she managed to gasp out, though she was laughing too hard. Her body continued to squirm underneath his grasp, trying to escape him, though it was quite apparent she couldn't. Perhaps she could draw his attentions elsewhere though and she lifted her hips into the air.

 

  He ignored her begging hips, lifting the feather from her body to her sigh of relief and moving down the bed to settle between her spread legs. He could see her vagina glistening with her arousal beneath her dark curls and he licked his lips at the sight. He began drawing the feather lightly over the skin of her thighs, over her knees.

 

  "Oh, Rick..." she sighed and arched her hips again, needing him, wanting him. At least she wasn't as ticklish on her knees. "You must stop that. You'll drive me mad and then you will never be able to arouse me and we won't be able to have sex," she told him, not knowing that he knew that she was already wet with arousal.

 

  "I'm sure we can work something out," he murmured, moving the feather up her thighs with torturous slowness. He teased the skin of her stomach again, wrangling a few more giggles from her, but then he changed course, very gently drawing the feather down between her legs.

 

  "Oh, dear god in heaven," she whispered under her breath. It had felt so tremendously good and she could feel herself growing more aroused by the second. She whimpered out at each touch of the feather, making the softness of it wet with her secretions.

 

  "Not so ticklish here, are we?" he smirked, teasing the feather over her a couple more times before tossing it aside. He moved so that he lay on top of her, his still clothed lower body between her thighs as he turned his attentions to her breasts. He cupped one of them in his palms, squeezing it, playing with the soft flesh. His fingers grazed her nipple gently and then pinched her hard between his thumb and forefinger.

 

  She adored to no ends the pleasure and attention that he lavished on her breasts, but still she wanted his attention lower. She pushed her hips against the erection that was covered by his pants and she made sure that even through the material he could feel how hot and wet she was.

 

  He automatically thrust against her, moaning in pleasure despite the fact that he was still wearing his pants. He let go of her breast only to suckle her hard, pulling as much of the soft flesh into his mouth as he could, sucking her, biting her as his hips moved with  agonising slowness between her legs.

 

  She spread her legs as far apart as they would go and then continued to thrust her hips against him, leaving wet marks against the khaki slacks. She moaned loudly upon feeling him push against her. She knew that if she had her way, she would rip off his pants and have him thrust into her right now.

 

  He released her breast which was now wet with his saliva and he kissed his way down her body, settling himself between her legs. He parted her lower lips with his fingers, searching out her clit and letting her feel his breath against her.

 

  She moaned out and wished she could watch him do this. Wished suddenly that she could see him licking and touching her in the most intimate ways. She whimpered and moaned and her hips arched up off the bed in search for his lips. "Oh yes, Rick...right there."

 

  He gave in to her pleas, darting his tongue over her clit, barely touching her aroused flesh. His hands gripped her thighs tightly as he began to lap at her slowly, drinking up her juices. He avoided her clit for the time being, letting his tongue delve inside her, sucking on her labia. In short, driving her crazy with lust.

 

  She cried out at each touch against her and she couldn't stop to think, couldn't think to move and she took in gasping breaths, begging for more. Her legs were shaking something terrible with desire.  

 

  He continued thrusting his tongue in and out of her, lapping up her juices. He took pity on her momentarily and gave in to what she was begging for, wrapping his lips around her clit and sucking hard. He moaned against her, keeping up his efforts and when he knew she was so close to orgasm, he pulled back from her, letting the cool air drift over her heated flesh, grinning wickedly.

 

  She moaned helplessly. She was clenching her fists so tightly that her nails had dug into her skin and she was bleeding a little from the scratch marks. "No, Rick...not that..." she moaned and cried out, needing completion and knowing that she was so close to it, only for him to move away and let her fall was enough to drive her mad.

 

  After a few more seconds, he lowered his head to her again, licking and suckling at her. He focused his attentions on her clit for a while and then moved away from her again. He knew that this was driving her crazy, but the longer he held out on her, the more incredible for her it would be when he finally let her come. He kept up his little game of getting her almost to her peak and drawing back, until finally, he latched onto her clit. He sucked hard, biting, pushing two fingers inside her and pumping roughly.

 

  Her body tightened almost instaneously and she screamed out loud enough to wake the dead. Her release was more powerful than she could have wished for and it seemed to last forever. It was several moments  before she could catch her breath.

 

  He stripped out of his pants and boxers and then moved up the bed to lie down beside her, watching her come down from her climax. The sight of her flushed face obscured by his tie aroused him beyond belief and he let his fingers trail over her mouth, still wet with her juices. "Was it good for you?" he asked teasingly.

 

  She moved her head, her tongue snaking out to wet her lips. She could taste the sour-sweet flavour of herself on him and she sucked the tips of his fingers into her mouth to lick him free of her moisture. She sighed softly and lay her head back down on the pillow. "May I look at you now and see your beautiful handsome, memorable face, my dearest?"

 

  "Well, when you put it like that," he said, smiling. He reached up and unfasten the tie which had already begun to loosen a little from all the thrashing around she had done earlier. He pulled it off completely and smiled when she blinked a little in surprise. That having been done, he crushed his mouth to hers, letting his tongue delve into her mouth and moaning a little.

 

  She caressed his mouth with hers as her lips were practically all she could move at this moment. She tugged on her arm braces, trying to pull them loose so that she could hold him and stroke him. She finally did manage to be a very, very naughty girl, and she pulled her hands free, moving them up to hold his neck.

 

  He broke the kiss reluctantly. Her hands in his hair felt so good, but he had tied her to the bed for a reason and he grabbed both of her hands, holding them still in one of his own. "You agreed to doing things my way for once." He told her, frowning.

 

  "Oh, but Rick...I just want to touch you." She pulled her hands away and moved down to his cock, gripping him within her palms. She  gently stroked his shaft and massaged his balls, making sure she hit every zone she knew would drive him crazy with desire for her. She wanted to do things her way now and she spread her legs apart. "Come inside me."

 

  He groaned loudly as she touched him and he closed his eyes momentarily, relieved to be getting attention finally. Oh God, she was touching him in just the right places and he didn't think he could last much longer. He tore away from her with a whimper, rising up from the bed and grasping the base of his cock, squeezing hard for a moment to take the edge off his lust. When he focused a little better, he looked at her darkly, breathing hard. "Oh, you've been bad, Evie," he murmured.

 

  She shrugged and reached her hands out to touch him again. "Well, I'm not always a good little girl," she told him. She reached down to untie her ankles and then sat up to face him. She came close to him and kneeled, wanting him inside of her. She wrapped her arms around his neck, thrusting her hips a little bit and gasped when she felt the head of his cock brush against her.

 

  It took all of his control not to come right there and then and he shuddered in her embrace, tying to get a grip. To hell with this. He pushed her away from him roughly so that she lay flat on her back again and he clambered up the bed, kneeling between her spread thighs. He hooked her legs over his shoulders and got into position, his cock poised to enter her. He grinned suddenly. "Evie? Evie?" he said, waiting for her eyes to open again. "I want you to watch, okay?" he gestured down between them. "Think you can do that for me?"

 

  She nodded her head. "I'll do anything you ask of me, just please get inside of me," she begged and hooked her ankles around his neck so that she was securely fastened against him. She whimpered out, wanting more.

 

  He smiled and rubbed himself against her, pushing his hips a little so that just the tip of him slid inside before he would retreat again. It was sweet agony for him, but he was having so much more fun tormenting her. He finally stopped his teasing and looked up at her. "Don't forget, I want you to watch," he reminded her and with that, he pushed into her slowly.

 

  She kept her eyes open and her head tilted so that she could look down and watch him enter her. She sighed and closed her eyes momentarily, but upon further command she opened them again. "Put your hands under my back, support me," she told him, needing to get a bit more comfortable in this position.

 

  He did so, supporting her to her satisfaction and once she was settled, he pulled out of her almost all the way before sliding back in again. He moaned out and began to steadily thrust in and out of her in an achingly slow rhythm, driving them both insane, but it felt so incredible to be inside of her like this.

 

  The way he filled her body was like solitude and she moaned out, forcing her eyes to stay open as he plunged in and out of her over and over until she could hardly think, hardly feel and she wanted it all, wanted the completion. Her hands reached out and grasped his chest.

 

  He moaned with every thrust into her body and although sweet and slow couldn't last forever, he was just as happy with hard and fast. He let his hips move with wild abandon, his cock grazing her clit with every stroke and he watched her take in the actions of their lower bodies. God, it was sexy. "Like what you're seeing?" he gasped out.

 

  "How could I not?" she asked, hissing with delight. "My husband is making love to me." She watched the movements of his hips and she could see the length of his cock coated in her slickness as he thrust in and out of her. She wanted to scream in sexual desire, but she decided her moaning was good enough as it was. 

 

  He grinned, shaking his fringe out of his eyes, sweat dampening his brow. He began to moan her name repeatedly and against his will, his eyes slipped shut. He groaned in pleasure, wishing this could last forever. He knew that it couldn't though and he sped up his movements a little. "Oh, Evie..." he gasped out.

 

  She knew she wasn't going to last much longer. He had tortured her to the brink of despair, albeit delightful despair, and she couldn't even think to stop her muscles as she clenched them tightly around his penis and held to him with all her might. She had to loosen up on the grip of her legs, lest she choke him in her undying passion.

 

  He could sense that she was close now and so was he. His hips were moving quicker now and the rhythm he had going disappeared as he shoved into her hard and fast. He groaned loudly at the feel of her gripping him tightly and then screwed his eyes shut as he came, his entire body tightening as he climaxed.

 

  She was quick to follow and afterwards, she dropped her head back against the pillow, taking deep breaths to satisfy her racing heart. The climatic pleasure that he gave her never ceased to amaze her and she reached up, kissing his lips and stroking his cheek. "Sorry our game got a little rough, but you know I love you," she whispered and pulled his head against her chest.

 

  He held her close, breathing hard as he managed to murmur, "I love you too." He nuzzled her hair, trying to slow his breathing. "God, you were amazing," he told her, moving them so that he lay on his back with her on his chest. He stroked her hair lazily. "Just thought we might try something different tonight," he said with a grin.

 

  "Well, I like things different and you are so wonderful to me. I doubt any man in the world is such a perfect lover," she murmured, her eyes closing as she spoke to him. She felt him slip out of her and she sighed, opening one eye. "I hate it when you leave my body, promise we'll make love again very soon."  

 

  He leaned down slightly to nuzzle her nose with his own. "Well, give me a couple of minutes to recover at least," he said, chuckling. He held her tighter and gently kissed her neck, smiling when she moved closer. "God woman, you're insatiable," he told her.

 

  "Is it so bad to be such, considering that I married you?" She rolled over and pulled him closer against, laying a soft kiss right against his shoulder. "I mean, you don't seem to have a problem with it." 

 

  "I don't have a problem at all," he teased, letting his hands wander absent-mindedly up and down her back. "Feel free to jump me any time you like." He grinned, kissing her gently. He closed his eyes and sighed, stroking his fingers over her skin.

 

  She relaxed and let her head rest against the pillow, one leg thrown comfortably over his stomach. "Just remember, Richard, pay backs are hell." She smiled and kissed his cheek. She was tired from a full day of work and making love with Rick. "Yes, paybacks are hell and next time I get to be in control." She sighed as sleep took over her body and soul.

 

  He smiled to himself, pulling the bed sheets over them both. "Is that a promise?" he murmured, chuckling a little before closing his eyes and letting the sound of her steady breathing lull him into sleep.