Work Text:
Lucy has been struggling to focus at work all day. Struggling to focus, struggling to feel like she was actually doing a good job. And all because of that stupid failed detective’s exam.
The week has been absolutely horrible for Lucy. Tims knows it has been. He can see it in every little anxiety tell she shows. Failing the detective’s exam had taken a toll on her confidence, and he hates that he hasn’t been able to do as much about it as he wants to. He wants to take away every single negative thought in her head and replace it with something better.
The drive back to his house had been completely silent, aside from the soft humming of the car and the faint bustle of the city as they drove through it.
They enter the house in silence, and Tim can see that Lucy is about to pull away from him, shower and just rot in bed for the remainder of the night. But that’s not what she needs right now.
Tim knows he needs to get Lucy out of her head. To stop that spiral of negative thoughts. Sure, the trophy he gave her the night before had helped a little, but he could sense she needed much more than that. Leave it to him to know exactly what she needs.
“Luce, come here,” he murmurs, taking her hand into his own to tug her closer. “If you’re not up for this tonight, you tell me, okay?” Tim asks, tilting his head. If the sparkle in her eyes didn’t already make it obvious, the smile on her mouth sure as hell did. She nods in response, and Tim takes it as a sign to continue.
“I want you to undress, slowly, make sure to fold your clothes,” he started, running his knuckle over her cheek affectionately. “Then I want you to get on the bed, ass up, make sure you’re nice and relaxed by the time I get there. I’m going to do the dishes and I’ll join you there. If you so much as think about getting started without me, there will be punishment.”
Oh. So, it’s one of those nights.
Lucy shivers at his words and sucks in a sharp breath. “Okay,” she agrees easily, pressing a quick kiss to his lips before disappearing into the bedroom. Her entire body is buzzing with excitement, knowing what was bound to follow once Tim finished doing the dishes.
She thinks back to his instructions: undress, fold your clothes, wait on the bed, ass up. Sounds simple enough, even with everything going on in her head.
She undresses almost painfully slow, taking her time to neatly fold all of her clothes like Tim had told her to do. She wants to follow his instructions, be good for him. The faint running of the water in the kitchen is providing a comforting background noise, distracting enough to quiet her head down for the time being.
Deep down, she knows she needs this. To have him take care of her like that. And as stupid as it might be, it feels good to hand him full control of her thoughts. To trust him to take care of her, push her to her limits and be there to catch her at the end of it.
Now that all of her clothes were folded neatly and put away on the chair across the room, Lucy lays down on the bed, rolling the tight muscles in her shoulders before settling against the sheets comfortably.
For a little while, Lucy just stares up at the ceiling, letting her thoughts swim away. The sound of the tap turning of is eventually what breaks her from her thoughts and makes her roll over, completing the last part of her instructions.
Lucy presses her head down onto the pillow firmly, closing her eyes for a brief second and enjoying the last moments of peace. It isn’t so much that she is against the idea of spanking, if anything, she loves it, but it always manages to a shiver of anticipation down her spine nonetheless.
And this, technically, isn’t even a real spanking, not for punishment reasons anyway. It is to get her out of her head, to get her to stop thinking about how horrible her detective’s exam had gone.
The waiting is killing her, and if Tim doesn’t start hurrying up any time soon, she will get up and drag him down to the bedroom herself.
Luckily, as if on cue, Tim emerges from the kitchen and closes the door behind him. He can’t help but smile at the sight in front of him; Lucy completely bare on the bed, ass up, just like he told her to be.
He steps closer to the bed, admiring the sight in front of him for a moment; a sight he could never get tired of. An appreciative hum leaves his lips as he finally closes the distance between himself and Lucy on the bed.
“Good girl,” Tim whispers, running his hand over the curve of her ass. He revels in her sharp intake of breath, the brief tensing of her shoulders before they sag in relaxation again. “Can you tell me your colors?”
Lucy takes a deep breath before speaking up. “Green means I’m good to keep going, yellow means pause and talk about it and red means stop, no questions asked.”
Tim hums in confirmation, still roaming the rich skin of her ass. “And what is your color right now, baby?” He asks softly, always making sure to check in with her before they started something like this.
“Green, Tim, I’m good,” she answers, flashing him a quick smile over her shoulder before lifting her ass just a bit more, essentially presenting it to him. And with the way Tim inhaled sharply, Lucy knows her plan had worked perfectly.
“Good,” he nods, pressing a quick kiss to the top of her head. “Look at you, Luce, so perfect for me,” he marvels, truly looking at her for a moment, admiring every inch of her that was on display in front of him.
Lucy blushes at his praise, feeling incredibly naked under his gaze. Vulnerable, but in the best way possible. Completely disarmed, and yet feeling so powerful.
“Hands to the headboard If you can’t keep them there, I will tie them there, understood?” He asks, his voice a little firmer now that he has his green light to keep going. He sees the way Lucy shivers as she complies, neatly placing her palms against the wooden surface of the headboard. It makes him smile, how easily she always follows his instructions. So good for him. So perfect.
Tim takes a moment to consider his options. He knows his hand will leave enough of a sting for her to feel it, and she wouldn’t be bothered too much with it the next day at work, but he also knows she loves the dull stinging that the paddle leaves her with for at least a day or two after their scene. He decides it’s best to leave it up to Lucy eventually, trusting her to know what she needs best.
“Baby,” he starts, and waits for her affirmative hum. She turns to look at him over her shoulder once again and tilts her head lightly, encouraging him to keep going. “I’m going to let you decide. You tell me which of the two sounds better, okay?”
Lucy nods again, biting down on her lower lip. Usually, she would be more than happy to let him decide on what he wants to do for her, but right now, she is happy that he’s asking her. Trusting her to be honest with him about what she needs. “What are my options?”
His hands pause on her ass as he speaks up again, his grin widening at her small noise of complaint. “I can either give you ten with my hand or five with the paddle.”
He knows she could take more. She has taken more in the past, as punishment, mostly. But that isn’t the goal for tonight. Not enough to be an actual punishment, just enough to get her out of her head.
Lucy considers her options for a moment, humming softly. She lays her head back down on the pillow, genuinely weighing her options. The paddle will sting a lot more than his hand would, and she will definitely have trouble sitting in the morning, but taking ten from his hand sounds just as perfect.
“Hand,” she eventually decides on, “but don’t go soft on me, Tim.” That’s not what she needs right now, and he knows it, too.
He chuckles softly at her enthusiasm, shaking his head fondly. “I won’t.” And before he can even ask if she’s still green, she already tells him she is. And so, he lands the first strike on her left cheek. “Count them for me, baby.”
“One,” Lucy gasps softly, pressing her hands firmer against the headboard to keep herself from moving them. No matter how much she wants to, Tim told her to keep them there, so she would.
The next two follow each other in quick succession, both of them landing on her right cheek this time. Lucy groans at the stinging, closing her eyes to help push through it. “Two, three,” she breathes out, settling her head against the pillow.
Tim chuckles lowly and lands the next two blows, one on each cheek and revels in the whimper that stumbles from her lips as a result. “Count, Lucy,” he reminds her when it takes her too long for his liking to do so.
“Four and five,” she grumbles, shuffling around on the quilt underneath her. Tim gives her a moment to adjust before landing two more. Lucy jerks underneath his ministrations and moans, biting down into the skin of her arm. “Six… fuck, seven.”
She is trembling already, needs so much more than what he is giving her. And she knows she’s going to get it. That he won’t be done with her until she’s nothing but a boneless mess in his sheets.
And she’s excited.
So much so that she barely registers the next time his hand lands against her skin. It’s not until he’s calling out her name that she gets back to reality.
“Uh, eight?” She answers, unsure if she has somehow missed another one.
“Good girl,” he praises easily, pressing a kiss to her spine right before landing the last two, once again one on each half of her ass.
She cries out the last two numbers. Somehow, the pain hadn’t registered until that very moment.
“N-nine… teeeen…” she sighs happily, slumping down onto the covers, her muscles relaxing even more as Tim runs his calloused hands over her shoulders. The trembling of her body slows as the stinging in her ass dies down to a dull burning feeling, making Lucy remember exactly why she loves this so much. Every time she would be sitting down in the shop during her shift tomorrow, she would be thinking back to this moment.
Tim hums proudly, pressing his thumbs down into the knotted muscles of her back and makes a mental note to take care of those later.
“Such a good girl for me, Luce. So perfect.” He says, and Lucy can almost hear him thinking about what he’s going to do to her next.
Lucy realizes something very important then. He’s going to make her float. And she is going to love every second of it.
Tim places his hands on Lucy’s hips and rolls her over. She winces at the feeling of the cold blankets rubbing against her sore ass and moves around a little to try and get comfortable.
He is still fully clothed, she realizes, and it makes her frown. Tim knowingly shook his head. “Patience,” he tells her simply as he begins unbuttoning his shirt, carelessly tossing it behind him. His shirt lands not too far away from the chair, creating a stark contrast to the neat pile of clothes he had told her to make.
Hypocrite, Lucy thinks.
His pants are quick to follow, but he keeps his underwear on for now and steps closer to the bed again, kicking his pants backwards until they land somewhere close to his pants.
“I want at least five out of you tonight,” Tim announces and chuckles as Lucy’s eyes widen almost comically at the number of orgasms she’s going to have to endure. “Come on, Luce, you’ve done it before. Handled more than that before, I know you can do it,” he encourages her, running his hands over the skin of her thighs.
Realistically, she knows she can do it, but him so blatantly stating what he wants from her would never fail to shock her, while simultaneously sending a wave of desire through her, adding onto the already dripping wetness between her legs.
“Yeah, I know, that’s just a lot,” she whispers, shifting around on the bed to try and relieve some of the ache in her ass, despite knowing very well it wouldn’t.
“I know it is, baby, but you can handle it, I know you can. And you’ll look so perfect taking everything I’m giving you.”
Well, who would she be to deny him of that? Not that she ever wants that anyway. She loves it, taking everything he’s giving her. Even if it feels like it’s too much, because it never truly is. She trusts him to know her limits, to respect her limits the way he always does.
“Color?” He asks, because of course he does. There’s no way he’s going to do this if she’s not fully on board with it.
“Green, very, very green,” Lucy confirms, smiling up at him reassuringly. She loves that he is always so concerned with not pushing her too far. “I’ll tell you if it’s too much, I promise,” she says softly, pressing a quick kiss to his lips.
“Good girl, my perfect good girl.”
Truly, Lucy is shocked sometimes at how easily praise falls from his lips. She’s even more shocked at the fact that she still reacts to it the exact same way she did when she first heard him say that.
“Rules for tonight,” Tim says, tapping her hip lightly to grab her attention. “One, no moving your hands from the headboard.” He shakes his head at the whine that leaves Lucy’s lips at his words. “Two, you can come whenever you feel like you’re about to, but you’ll count them for me. We’ll go for at least five, but if you can give me more than that, you will. That alright?”
Lucy nods. “Words, baby,” he reminds her. “Yes, sir,” she answers, and it seems like a switch flipped inside Tim’s mind at her words.
She repeats his rules over and over in her head. Hands to the headboard. Permission to come whenever. Hands to the headboard. Permission to…
Her train of thoughts is disrupted pretty quickly as he closes his mouth around one of her nipples and her hands fly down to grip at his hair. Tim pulls back almost immediately, causing Lucy to whine softly.
“What did I just say about keeping your hands to the headboard?” He asks, raising a brow at her.
“You were serious about that?” She complains, frowning.
“Yes, Lucy, those rules are there for a reason,” Tim counters, grabbing both of her wrists into his hand to lift them to the headboard again. “Are you going to be good and keep them up there or do I need to tie them up?”
Lucy shakes her head immediately, because though she doubts she could keep her hands to herself for long, she still wants to try.
“I’ll be good, sorry,” she promises and places her hands back against the headboard.
And they do stay there for quite some time. Well, until Tim decides to be a tease and kneel between her legs for a good five minutes without actually touching her where she wants him to.
He spends several minutes licking, kissing and biting every inch of her thighs, leaving behind small marks only for the two of them to see. Usually, she would be the last to complain about that, but she needs him. Badly.
“Tim,” she whines, digging one of her hands into his hair again. She realizes her mistake almost immediately when Tim pulls back and stands tall once again, tutting softly.
“You’re clearly having a hard time listening to my rules, so I’ll help you out a little,” he explains, blindly reaching for the cloth piece they keep in his nightstand. He effortlessly loops it around her wrists, secures the knot and then ties that to the headboard.
Lucy tests her restraints for a moment and moans at the realization that she’s stuck. There was no way she was getting out of them, and the thought of that alone sent a fresh shot of arousal through her.
“Much better,” Tim decides, smirking as he settles back between her legs. This time, however, he wasted no time in digging right into her folds, eagerly searching out her clit.
Lucy moans softly, closing her eyes with a soft sigh. Right now, she really hates that she can’t touch him. She wants to run her fingers through his hair, dig her nails into his shoulders and rake her hands up his back, but she can’t.
She just has to take what he’s giving to her. And as infuriating as it is, it made her even more turned on than she already had been.
“God, Luce, you’re dripping,” Tim says, sounding really smug about it. “And I’ve barely touched you, too,” he marvels, dragging a single digit through her folds, teasing at her entrance.
Her hips buck upward, drawing a chuckle from Tim.
“Patience, I’ll give you what you want, baby, don’t worry,” he promises, right before attaching his lips to her clit again.
He alternates between licking and sucking, toying around with the sensitive skin, dragging his teeth across it lightly. He knows exactly what she likes and doesn’t like – knows exactly how to play her like a fiddle.
Lucy moans above him, digging her nails into her palms. She shifts her hips lightly, breathy gasps and light whimpers falling from her lips with every pass of his mouth against her clit.
“Tim,” she gasps, pleading for more. And he gives her exactly that.
“I know, baby, I know,” he mutters against her clit, the vibration of his words adding a new sensation that Lucy absolutely loves.
He teases a finger at her entrance again, collecting some of her wetness before sliding his digit inside her. Lucy back arched slightly as yet another moan tumbles from her lips and he absolutely loves how responsive she is.
His lips find her clit again and Lucy absolutely soars. Her hands tighten around her restraints as she moans again, and again, and again.
“Tim, please, I need more, please, make me come, I’m so close,” she pleads, lifting her hips again to encourage him.
Tim, however, isn’t having any of that. He grabs her hip with his free hand and firmly presses them down onto the mattress, essentially trapping her. “Stay down, be good,” he reminds her, sending her a look that instantly makes her shut up.
Behave, he had said, without ever even saying it.
“Sorry,” Lucy whispers, stilling her hips again, allowing him to do whatever he wants to do to her.
He brings her back to the edge scarily fast, his finger now joined by a second one working in tandem with his mouth to bring her to her orgasm.
When his finger crooks just right, her orgasm crashes over her. A gush of wetness coats his fingers, but he keeps them inside her, stroking lazily until he has fully brought her down from it. He pulls his fingers from her pussy and sucks them clean with an obscene plop.
“One,” she breathes out shakily, counting them just like she had promised she would. Tim watches her with a smile, taking in her slightly disheveled
“Kiss me?” Lucy requests, because she always found it hot to taste herself on his lips. Tim complies immediately and leans down to kiss her, prying her lips apart with his tongue.
Lucy eagerly deepens the kiss, brushing her tongue against his and moaning at the musky taste of her on his lips.
“Ready for the next one?” He asks, making Lucy laugh softly.
“Give me a minute, I’m not twenty anymore,” she counters jokingly.
“Luce, you’re barely out of your twenties.”
“Unlike you, old man,” she retorts with a smile.
“I’ll show you ‘old man’,” Tim sounds almost offended, but Lucy knows he is anything but that. If anything, she achieved exactly what she wanted to by saying that.
“Prove me wrong then.”
“Oh, don’t you worry your pretty little head about that, I plan to.”
Lucy barely has the chance to register his words before he is back between her legs, kissing a path from her ankle up to the apex of her thigh. He skips right over her pussy, making Lucy, despite having just had an orgasm, groan in frustration. Tim chuckles amusedly and repeats the same action, but reversed, on the same leg, kissing from her thigh back down to her ankle.
“Stop teasing,” she groans, trying to shift her hips closer to his mouth to get exactly what she wants to get from him.
Tim, however, presses her hips back down and shakes his head.
“You’re not the one in charge here, sweetheart, you don’t get to make demands,” he reminds her.
She really, really shouldn’t find that as hot as she did.
But it just is.
There is something about the subtle, yet clear dominance in his statement that renders her down to a puddle of nothingness.
“Sorry, sir,” she apologizes instantly and drops her hips back down. With the amount of times she usually apologized when they got like this, Tim deserves an award for putting up with her shit.
“Just stay still and be good, Luce, you can do it, I know you can,” he encourages her, pressing a kiss to her mound. Still teasing, but not as much as before.
He doesn’t do much more teasing after that, because quite frankly, he wants to get back between her thighs as soon as humanly possible. He loves her thighs, and he is very open about it. He always pays a lot of attention to it during sex, and Lucy loves every second of it.
Well, unless he’s teasing her relentlessly, like he’s doing right now.
Or well, was.
His lips find her clit easily, and he laps at it eagerly, needing to prove her wrong and show her he was anything but an old man.
Lucy pulls at her restraints and moans out his name. Loudly. Thank god Tim doesn’t have neighbors that live close by enough for them to be able to hear what is going down in his bedroom right now.
“Tim, please, make me come, please,” she pleads desperately, and he loves how wrecked she already sounds. She’s so responsive. It is one of his favorite things about her. How some of his lightest touches can set her ablaze entirely.
Tim shakes his head and grins. “Not yet, baby, you can beg me a lot better than that. And you will, if you really want to come as badly as you say you want to.”
He was going to be the death of her.
Lucy shakes her head, but even she knows she can beg a hell of a lot better than that. So, if she really wants that orgasm, she will simply have to do so.
“Tim, please, I need to come so badly, I need you to make me come. Make me fall apart over and over again. I need you to.. please, please, I need it so badly,” she whines, tears of desperation nearly springing in her eyes.
“That’s a good girl,” he praises, running his knuckle over her cheek affectionately. “Don’t worry, baby, I’m going to give you what you need. You just be good for me, I know you can. I know you want to.”
She indeed does want to be good for him. Wants it more than anything.
“Yes, sir,” she says with a nod, settling back against the sheets and shifting slightly to position her arms a bit better so they wouldn’t hurt too much by the end of it.
He is back between her thighs within seconds, eagerly eating her out. His tongue flattens against her clit, lazily licking it as he slips not one, but two fingers into her wet heat.
Lucy moans loudly. “Oh, yes, right there,” she gasps. If anything, that only spurs Tim on even more. He is determined to get her to that edge and get her there fast. He wants to watch her come as often as he possibly could, in every way, every position and every place he could possibly have her in.
Her thighs are trembling again, and Lucy knew she is getting dangerously close to the edge again. “I’m going to come,” she warns, looking down at Tim, who only smirks upon hearing her words.
“I’ll make you come, don’t worry,” he vows.
And Tim Bradford is a man of his word indeed, because Lucy comes undone scarily fast, her thighs trembling and closing against his head. He manages to lift his head just enough to be able to breathe, even though he would die a happy man if he suffocated between Lucy Chen’s thighs.
“Two, god, Tim,” Lucy just about cries out, her back bouncing off the bed with the force of her orgasm.
“Still think I’m an old man?” He asks, his eyebrow raised, making Lucy chuckle softly.
It takes a while for her to be able to answer him properly, her breathing still ragged and her chest rising and falling rapidly.
“I stand corrected,” she admits, shrugging.
Tim chuckles softly and shifts so he’s hovering above her. He presses a quick kiss to her nose, drinking in the sound of her carefree giggle.
But as endearing as he finds it, he didn’t want to dwell on it too long. He has many, many more plans for her for the night.
And he is planning on telling her just exactly what kind of things he has planned for them. Maybe not for tonight, but definitely for some time in the near future, if it were up to him.
“One day,” Tim says, rubbing his thumbs over her thigh to help ease her down from her orgasm, “I’m going to do this to you again, push you to take as many orgasms as you can. But I’ll do it when both of us have the day off, start early in the morning, tie you to the bed and have my way with you,” he whispers against the shell of her ear, biting down on her earlobe gently. This is only the beginning of what he’s going to tell her.
“And we won’t be leaving this bed until it’s late at night and you can’t think about anything but me and how good I can make you come. Make you fall apart like it’s the easiest thing to do. I’ll make you come so many times you’ll forget your own name, Luce. Maybe blindfold you while we’re at it so everything feels a little more intense,” he emphasizes his words by pinching her clit lightly, making her thighs tremble.
“I have many, many ideas for that. You wanna hear them?” He asks, and Lucy nods so fast she’s scared her head will fall off her neck.
“Well, one of them is tying you up completely. Hands, arms, legs, thighs, leave you completely unable to move. Much more intricate than what we usually do when I’m tying you up. It would be overwhelming, but in the best way possible, make you overly aware of every touch, every flick, every kiss,” he pauses, kissing her throat gently. “Overly sensitive, probably.”
Lucy has to admit, the idea of it sounds incredibly exciting. She trusts him blindly, and she’s open to a lot of stuff, so this is definitely something she would be open to trying with him.
“Another is, plugging your ass,” he whispers, pressing his thumb against the hole in question. Never entering, just teasing. “And then fucking you. You’d feel every single movement twice as much as you usually would. I know we’ve talked about that before, but I just can’t stop thinking about it. And it would be perfect for both of us, because we’ll both feel it.”
Lucy moans at the mere idea of it. “What else,” she croaks out, wanting to hear every single dirty thought he has ever had about her.
“Well, I’m not going to tell you everything,” he says with a chuckle, “but I’ll tell you one more,” he continued, letting his hands wander over the soft skin of her thighs again, raking his nails down them, leaving small red lines in their wake.
“One of the things I wanna do to you most of all is tie a vibrator to you and see how many times you can come from that without me having to turn it off. Remote controlled preferably, so I can control exactly when, how and how hard you’ll come without even having to touch you. You’d still come because of me, but I wouldn’t even have to touch you for it, because you’d get off on the vibrations alone.”
This man’s dirty talk is going to be the death of her, she’s sure of it. The way he is able to speak such filth with such ease was astonishing, really. Lucy couldn’t help but moan at the mental image, and she knows that is definitely a thought they were going to have to revisit at some point.
“I want that,” Lucy blurts out suddenly, biting down on her lower lip at her own admission. “The-the vibrator thing, I want to try that.. right now, if we can. But without the multiple orgasms, because I know you have other plans for me. Please?” She asks, so gently, her voice soft and sweet like honey. “Please, sir,” she adds, to make sure he’s convinced. As if he hadn’t already been on board the moment she said she wanted to try this out.
“Fuck, Luce,” he breathes out, shaking his head with a smirk. “So eager to please me, aren’t you? Such a good girl, my good girl.”
Lucy shivers under his praise and makes an eager little noise in the back of her throat. “Please, Tim, please,” she urges him on.
Tim nods again and pushes himself to stand, briefly leaving Lucy on the bed, but only just long enough for him to grab a vibrator and another thin piece of fabric from their collection.
“Up,” he orders her as he shifts one hand under her back, slipping the fabric underneath her before tying it at her front, right under her belly button.
Lucy complies easily, lifting her hips off the bed to make it easier for him to tie it underneath her. Once the vibrator is secured in place, Tim sits back on his hunches and admires the sight in front of him.
Her entire chest is flushed. Hell, the entirety of her upper body is flushed, her cheeks worst of all, hot and red.
“Ready, baby?” He asks and she nods immediately.
“Color?”
“So incredibly fucking green.”
“Good girl.”
Lucy whimpers at that, because his praise somehow always does it for her. It would be the death of her one day, but what a way to go.
Without warning, he turns on the vibrator and Lucy just about flies off the bed, her back arching beautifully.
“God, Luce, you’re a sight for sore eyes,” Tim murmurs, simply taking in the sight of her. The way she struggles against the vibrations. He can see it’s too much, but in just the right way. She’s sensitive, and there’s a huge chance she’ll end up overstimulated and deep into subspace by the end of this, but he knows she’ll love it. She loves the floaty feeling she gets from it, and he loves watching her get there.
Lucy merely whimpers in response, bucking her hips up into the vibrator.
It indeed is too much, but god, does she love it. She knows Tim would stop it before she could really not handle it anymore.
“Tim, please,” she whispers, her voice hoarse and rough. He knows exactly what she needs and turns up the vibrator even higher.
“I know, baby, it’s a lot, isn’t it,” he waits for her nod and turns the vibrations down a little, letting her ease down from the edge just a bit.
“Color?” He asks, because he needs to know she’s okay with this, that she’s still fine.
“Green, fuck, don’t you fucking dare turn it off,” she grits out, moaning loudly again. “Turn it back up, I can handle it. I’ll tell you if I can’t. I’m not going to break.”
Even if she was going to, it would be because she wants to. Or because he would want her to, but when it came to sex, that was practically the same thing anyway
Tim hums softly and turns the vibrations back on, watching Lucy react to them almost immediately. Her thighs were trembling with the effort of holding back her orgasm.
“Don’t hold back, baby, just come, I know you’re holding back because you want to fulfill my fantasy, but no fantasy could measure up to watching you come because of me,” he says with a grin. She complies almost instantly.
Lucy clenches her eyes shut tightly, her back bowing off the bed as she reaches yet another orgasm. “THREE!” She yells out, her thighs trembling. The vibrations on her clit die down almost immediately. Die down, but not fully turn off, she notices.
She’s breathless, gasping in big gulps of air to refill her lungs. Tim looks awfully smug about having brought her to an orgasm without having to really touch her for it.
“You sure you don’t want another one like that? You seemed to be enjoying it,” Tim says with a smirk on his face.
Lucy sighs deeply but shakes her head. “I’m sure. I’m too, fuck fuck fuck, sensitive,” Lucy gasps as Tim turns up the vibrations just to tease her. She glares at him, making him chuckle, but the vibrations completely disappear this time.
“Whatever you want, baby,” he relents, shifting closer to her so he could take the vibrator away from her. He unties the knot at the front and immediately shifts the toy off her, dropping it down onto the floor. “You’re doing so good, baby, so perfect for me.”
Lucy can’t help but blush again, a soft smile gracing her lips. “Thank you, sir,” she whispers, watching him smile in return. She doesn’t always refer to him with that title in the bedroom, but she knows how much he secretly (or not so secretly) loves it.
He settles between her legs again, trailing his hands up and down her thighs. He knows she’s very sensitive, and it won’t take much for her to come, but he wanted to prolong that floating feeling he knows she was beginning to feel already.
“I have one more thing I want you to do, baby,” he whispers, nipping at her thigh. “I want you to tell me every time you get close. I’m going to get you to the edge so many times you’ll be begging for a release. Think you can do that for me?”
Lucy groans in complaint, but nods anyway, because there was no way in hell she would tell him no to that. She would do just about anything he asks of her.
“Yes, sir,” she breaths out, struggling against her restraints once again, and regrets ever telling him she enjoys being tied up in the bedroom.
“Such a good girl,” he chuckles before kissing back up her thigh, nipping a mark at the apex of it. He drinks in every little breathy whine, whimper and moan she lets out.
It barely takes him a minute of stroking his tongue against her to get her to signal she’s close for the first time. She doesn’t do it with words, however, just does it by nudging her knee against him.
“Luce, baby, you still feel like you can talk?” He asks, his voice filled with concern, he strokes his knuckles over her hipbone as he waits for an answer.
Lucy doesn’t answer right away, just takes a heavy breath before nodding. “I can, just hard,” she admits.
“What’s our non-verbal safeword?” He asks then, knowing they have two. One for when she can use her hands and one for when she can’t, like right now.
She swallows before answering. It was getting hard to think straight, but she had recited this so many times, it didn’t require a lot of thinking.
“Pinch your thigh twice, if I can’t use my hands, tap my foot against your leg twice,” she answers dutifully.
Tim exhales in relief and smiles up at her. “Good. What’s your color, Luce?”
“Green,” she says immediately, smiling reassuringly. “I’m okay, babe, stop worrying so much. This is good. Really good.”
That’s all the reassurance he needed before diving right back to where he had been, this time latching his lips back onto her clit.
He teases at her entrance with his finger, dipping the digit inside, but not far enough for it to actually push her over the edge.
But the moment his tongue starts joining in on the fun, she knows it won’t take much.
“Close!” She yells out, digging her heels into his ass. He pulls away instantly.
“Good girl, telling me you were close, even though you want to come so badly,” he says, pressing a kiss to her thigh.
“One more, baby, and then you can come,” he promises, and Lucy lets out a happy little noise at the prospect of an orgasm following soon. It would make it all worth it, as much as she hated (loved) being edged.
(He could edge her for hours and she would love every second of it.)
Because she is so sensitive, it takes just a few seconds of him shoving his tongue inside her for her to call out again.
Tim pulls back from her with a shit eating grin on his face. “Oh, baby, so fast?” He teased with a smirk. “You can come now.”
And she did.
The moment his lips latch onto her clit one final time, she nearly screams, her hips bucking wildly against his face as she uses his mouth to get herself off.
“F-four, fuck, Tim, four,” Lucy moans loudly, very glad that they are at his house and not hers, where her roommate would be able to hear all of that. She would never be able to live it down or look Tamara in the eyes ever again. She attempts to nudge Tim away from between her legs, but he seems very determined to stay there.
He grabs both of her thighs and plants them firmly against the bed, shaking his head. “Stop moving around, or I’ll tie these down, too.”
Lucy shivers at the idea of being fully tied down, knowing that was something he wanted, but decides to park that for some other time where she would inevitably end up in the exact same position she was in now.
“Some other time,” she promises. “I need you inside me, please. I want to come on your cock,” she husks out, her eyes pleading him to comply with her request.
Tim nods immediately, dropping both of her thighs back to where they had been and finally discards himself of his now ruined boxer briefs. He doesn’t even look as he tosses them over his shoulder once they’re off, far too eager to give Lucy exactly what she asked for.
“What my girl wants, my girl gets,” he agrees easily and lines himself up with her entrance. He makes sure to position himself just right before sliding in, meeting absolutely no resistance with how fucking soaked she is.
Lucy whimpers and grabs onto her restraints again. Tim gives her a moment to adjust to him, and when she bumps her hips against his, he starts thrusting in and out of her slowly, starting out gentle before finding a pace that has both of them moaning and gasping.
Tim knows he isn’t going to last long. Seeing Lucy come undone so many times had definitely done something to him. He’s been painfully turned on for the better part of their session, but has put his own pleasure on the backburner, because giving her pleasure, watching her experience so much pleasure, was a million times better than any orgasm he could have gotten out of it himself.
“You can’t come until I say so,” he groans into her ear and Lucy whimpers, but nods in agreement.
“Y-yes, s-sir,” she stutters out weakly, digging her teeth into the skin of his shoulder. She needs to do something to keep herself from coming, but she was so sensitive, and he was making her feel so good.
“I’m close, baby, don’t worry,” Tim says then, and Lucy just about deflates. At least she wouldn’t have to hold on for that long.
With a few more sloppy thrusts, these much faster than the ones before, Tim comes undone, moaning low, long and loud.
He knows Lucy is right there on the edge with him, so he bites into her collarbone lightly, resulting in a breathy whine on her end. “Come for me Luce, one more, you can do it. Be a good girl and come all over my cock, I want to feel you fall apart for me one more time.”
Has she mentioned his dirty talk would be the death of her, because she really fucking meant that.
He reaches a hand down between them, never relenting on his thrusts despite the fact that his own orgasm was dying down already. Within seconds, he finds her clit and brushes his thumb over it lightly.
The moment his finger is on her clit, she knows she’s done for. It has been sensitive for a good while now, especially since the orgasm he had given her with the vibrator, and with two simple strokes of his thumb against her clit, she shatters apart.
“Five, five, fuck, Tim, five, enough,” she whimpers, dropping her head against his shoulder with a small cry. Tim knows she really has had enough now and slips out of her, dropping a quick kiss to her forehead.
She feels absolutely boneless. Completely wrecked, but so sated. She feels like she’s floating, and if she had been dangling on the edge of subspace, and not already halfway in it, she sure as hell was in it now.
Her chest heaves up and down with every breath she takes and her eyes are still shut, her hips twitching with the aftershocks of her fifth and final orgasm.
Tim reaches up to untie her wrists and places a gentle kiss to each of them before lowering them down to her sides. “You did so good, Luce. So perfect for me. Such a good girl,” he whispers against the shell of her ear, pressing a kiss to the tattoo on her neck as he blindly reached for the Gatorade he had put down on the nightstand earlier. He untwists the cap and brings it to Lucy’s lips. “Drink up, baby.”
Lucy gratefully takes sips from the bottle of Gatorade he holds against her lips, just happy she doesn’t have to do more than just drink, because there is no way she’s lifting her arms right now. They feel boneless. Her entire body does.
“There you go,” he says with a soft smile, brushing his hand through her hair.
Lucy hums contently and closes her eyes, leaning into his touch. He can tell she’s deep into subspace, and so he makes it his main priority to ease her down from it enough so she won’t wake up tomorrow feeling like hell.
He offers her one of the fruity snacks she always enjoys after a scene and watches as she happily draws it from between his fingers with her lips, chewing on it.
“I’m going to get a rag to clean you up, I’ll be right back,” he promises, and disappears into the bathroom. No less than a minute later, he returns with a washcloth and immediately begins cleaning the skin between her legs.
Once he finishes with that, he stands up to toss the cloth with the rest of his clothes, knowing they’d end up in the hamper anyway. He stands next to the bed and smiles down at Lucy, who smiles up at him in return.
She pulls on his arm so he’s laying down next to her again and lays her head down on his chest, curling into him as much as she could manage.
“How you feeling?” He asks, running his hand over her bare back, drawing small circles with his thumb.
Lucy moans softly, pushing her back further into his touch, clearly enjoying being as close to him as humanly possible. Boneless, she wants to say, but she’s sure he already knows that. No words come out, though.
“Luce,” he presses, frowning. “I asked how you’re feeling,” he repeats, trailing his index finger over the curve of her spine. She hums noncommittedly. It takes nearly all the effort she can muster to lift her head from his chest to answer him.
“Good,” she answers eventually, the word sounding a little loopy, but at least she’s talking again, which is a win in Tim’s books.
He chuckles softly. “I really did a number on you, huh?”
Lucy nods in confirmation, pressing a gentle kiss against his shoulder. He had done a number on her, but in the best way possible.
“S’good, I needed that,” she murmurs sleepily. “Thank you,” she adds, lifting her head briefly to press a sweet kiss to his lips. “For taking care of me, and not just like this. You always take care of me. I love you.”
“I love you, too, Luce. And I’ll always take care of you. Always.” He promises. And he means every word of it. “You need me to grab the cream or are you good?”
Lucy thinks for a little. “Am good. Wanna feel it tomorrow,” she decides.
Tim can’t help but feel a certain sense of pride at her words. “Okay, if you say so,” he grins, pressing a kiss to the crown of her head. “Drink some more Gatorade and grab another snack,” he says, and though his tone is far from commanding, Lucy obliges immediately, reaching over him to grab the bottle and another small fruit snack. She takes a few more sips and eats the snack before laying her head back down on his chest.
“How are your arms? Wrists?” He asks, lifting her wrists to his mouth, pressing light butterfly kisses to the slightly irritated skin.
“Wrists are fine, the silk was soft enough for it not to hurt,” she murmurs tiredly. “Arms are a little sore.”
Before the words fully leave her mouth, his hands are already trailing over her arms, softly massaging away the achy feeling of them. He hums contently and presses a kiss to her forehead.
“I’m so proud of you, Luce, you did so incredibly well. You make me so happy. You’re perfect. I love you,” he praises gently, taking in her soft happy sighs with every new sentence he says. “You’re so good to me. You deserve everything. So fucking perfect.”
Lucy smiles sleepily and presses a light kiss to his jaw. “I love you,” is all she manages to say, but it’s enough.
Her fingers trail up and down his sternum as she dozes off, a soft smile on her face, and Tim follows not too long after her.
The next day, Lucy also struggles to focus at work, but this time, it wasn’t because of her detective’s exam. This was a much better reason not to be able to focus.