Chapter Text
"It's not too tight, baby?" Your hands are on his wrists, fingers slipping between his skin and the ropes around his wrists.
"No." He replies. Eyes meeting yours as you settle back to straddle his waist. You trail your hands down his chest, lip pulled between your teeth, admiring him. You're wearing black and deep, scarlet red. This lacy thing you've worn before. He's fucked you in it before. He ripped the original thigh high stocking that came with it when he tied your hands together with them. Fuck, he wants you.
"You look fucking breathtaking, Si." You whisper, reaching a hand up to grasp his chin. He’s done this to you before and Simon realizes why you like it so much when you grab him and tilt his chin up to kiss him.
"Fuck." Simon grunts as you break away from the kiss.
"You want something, baby?" You ask him, pulling back to grind back. Simon's eyes close, he gasps a breath in, and he grinds back up in return. He’s gotta keep himself together.
You have one hand on his chest when he opens his eyes. They roll back and close again as you sink down onto him slowly. You put a hand on his knee behind you, letting out your own gasps for air as you grind your hips in slow circles on top of him. Simon's hands tug at the ropes and your eyes open, lazily looking down at him, a smirk on your face.
"You want out?" Your hips lift up. Simon nods, he watches your face as you grind back down onto him. Your eyebrows crease, mouth falling open. It takes him a second to realize he’s pulling on the rope and rattling the headboard. He’s getting feral, like a dog.
"I do," he grunts, whispering it like it's a secret. A confession. He wants to turn you over and fuck you the way he always does; rough, deep, consuming .
You lean down, press a kiss to his cheek, then his neck, sucking hickies into his skin. Simon grinds against you. He sucks in a deep breath. He wants you on his cock, wants you to just take it from him. Use him for your own pleasure. He's starting to think it's a need instead of a want.
"You only get out when I say you do, got it?" You ask, leaning back, putting one hand on his knee while the other hand starts trailing from your thigh.. to your stomach…
You hum, head tilting back a little as you tweak and play with a nipple. You grind your hips down, sliding the lace over his cock. Simon groans and the headboard creaks when his shoulders flex. He wants to sit up and put your tits in his mouth. Mark them, make them all purple and no skin.
"Look at you…" you tease, trailing your hand back down over your stomach to slip it into the lace and rub your clit, "you look so mad.. you wanna fuck me, baby?"
"Yes." He grunts, grinding his hips upwards just to feel your fingers through the lace. "Let me out, I'll fuck you."
"I'm not letting you out," you pull your hand from between your legs and lean back over him, shoving your fingers over his tongue, " stop asking ."
He nods his head, his lips twirl around your fingers, his eyes stare up into yours all wide and lust blown. Your fingers taste good. Next time you’ll have to ride his face, suffocate him between your thighs with his arms tied to the bed. His eyes flutter shut as he imagines it. You always sound so good, make the prettiest sounds. You shuffle on top of him but Simon is so lost to the world he doesn’t care what you’re doing until you take his cock in your hand and start stroking it. You pull your fingers from his mouth and wrap that hand around him, throwing your leg back over his waist. He watches you with lidded eyes, head lifted as you take your time sinking down onto it.
You put your hands on his stomach, braced against the muscle, going blissfully silent when he’s completely inside of you. Simon squirms and you lift your eyes to glare at him. Almost like you’re mad at him for thinking he was allowed to move. Simon goes still, staring at you, waiting for instruction.
“You’re not supposed to move, baby,” your hands roam up his waist to rest on his chest, you bite your lip as you lift your hips and then bring them back down again. How painful would it be to get this image tattooed on the inside of his eyelids?
“Love,” Simon groans, watching you start to set a pace, “God, love, please ,” It should shock him how easily he’s reduced to begging. It doesn’t.
“Please, what?” your voice is shaking, you clench around him with every down stroke, Simon is going to die, “Tell me what you want, Simon.”
Simon strains against the rope, he tosses his head back, he’s going to cum in less then two minutes because of you. Because you spent as much time as you could teasing him today. Sending him pictures of what you're wearing, showing him the rope tie that you practiced on yourself. He nearly died when he opened those pictures.
"I'm gonna cum," he warns through gritted teeth, you slow down and then stop, watching him lift his head. He huffs through his nose, tugging on the rope, angrier than he's ever been in bed with you before.
You have one hand on his chest, the other curves into your hair to get it out of your face. You put the hand on his cheek and kiss him.
"You mad, baby?" You ask, starting to grind your hips again. Simon's anger melts away and he shakes his head.
"I like it." He says, assuring both of you. You smirk and it's nothing short of devilish.
You do it to him one more time before he breaks. Your hands and thighs are shaking, you're just as close as he is, and yet you still stop. Simon thinks he could cum from just being inside of you at this point. He tries to thrust his hips up but you put your hands around his throat and he's a goner. Your pretty painted nails graze his skin as they encircle his neck.
"Love- love, please-" he's a mess, sweating and begging, "let me cum inside you, please,"
"You can have it, baby," you start moving again and Simon isn't sure he'll make it another second.
"I'll let you have it," you whisper in his ear, hands back on his chest, nails digging in as you shake on top of him, "say thank you,"
"Tha-" Simon stutters, his eyes squeeze shut, this is so much better than he imagined it to be, "Thank you!"
"G-good boy, S-" your forehead falls to his shoulder, you're cumming too, he's doing that for you, "Simon."
Simon's never been on top of the world like he is right now. You're shaking when you sit up, smiling at him and pulling your hair out of your face. It drapes over your shoulder, you look like a goddess on top of him. You lean over him, working at the ropes on his wrists and then lowering his arms slowly. You kiss his wrists and rub the little rug burn marks the rope left behind. Simon watches you as you stand up and walk yourself to the bathroom to clean up. You emerge with your pajamas on and bring Simon’s sweatpants to him. There’s not much said until you lay in bed with him.
“That was the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” Simon says as you lay down with him. You kiss, soft and sweet, and then put your head one his chest.
“I didn’t go overboard?” You ask tugging the blankets up over you. You were worried in the middle there when he started begging that you thought you pushed him too hard.
“No, love,” Simon says, threading his slightly shaky fingers through your hair, “There was that part where you put your hands around my neck…”
Simon sighs in reverence.
“...that was amazing.” You chuckle, hands snaking around him, cheek pressed to his chest. He could lay like this for hours. He wraps his arm around you and decides that he just might.