Black Birch

Title:  Mistress
Words: 821 words unbetaed.
Notes: missmorwen requested ‘5 prompts for a smut fic with Riddy: Slave, shoe-fetish, red as wine, mouth, silence‘
Originally posted: 16th June, 2006

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Her legs are long as sin and he loves to watch them, the glide and glint of suntanned skin stretched over lithe muscles. The way her calves bunch when she walks around him, tracing a path around his body, her heels making sharp clicks on the hardwood floor.

From this position he can only see her legs, the smooth grace of calves into narrow knees and the soft line of her thighs. He wished he could raise his head to take in her hips, her walk makes his body pay attention, her ass rouch and soft and pert and quite the palmful. To hold and touch and sink his teeth in soft flesh whenever she allows it. The curve of her ass and the slope of her lower back, graceful and strong she always stands straight. Makes him pay attention.

Her curves are soft and full, his fingers never grappling bone and flat planes like on a man. They’re different in their geography of skin and flesh. Hills and slopes and arches.

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Here in this place he lets her rule, let her tie him and make him bow to her wants and desires. Here he doesn’t have to think about things, here he can just relax and let her rule him, tell him what to do and award if he’s done well.

Her shoes, high heels in leather and sharp edges, telling him of his place if he strays too far. Digging into the soft skin of his back, his neck or his chest. Sometimes she marks him in more tender places cause she likes to see them on him. Riddick never had a shoe-fetish until her. Until she tutored him in the different ways they feel against your skin, how the look on her feet and make her hips swagger in that hot sexy way that makes his dick hard. Until she made him drink his fill of bitter champagne from the tip of her boot as she’s standing above him. Her eyes hard and hot, his naked knees on the hardwood floor easily forgotten as he drinks his fill. Of her, the bubbly liquid and the scent of her arousal.

Nowadays he has ownership imprinted in his skin, chains cold against sweaty skin and the leather bound around his neck. Here he gets to be the slave, her pet and not worry about the other bonds of life. The new rulership of a people, of a planet he never asked for.

These bonds he takes on willingly, these doesn’t chafe and make him itch, they doesn’t remind him on how tied down he is. Instead he’s stripped bare, powerless. But in a good way where he doesn’t have to think about orders, responsibilities or choices.

In her territory he lets himself be tied down on her bed, spread eagle and ready for her, anyway she pleases. Her lips dark, red as the wine she sips while looking at him. Spilling it across his chest, teasingly gliding across his body. He can feel her skin soft as the silk she likes to wear, her naked breasts making swirly patters in the sticky wine on his sweaty torso.

Her tongue is wet, a hot slide again his skin, licking him clean. She’s making him shiver with want to take, flip her on the bed and plunge into her. But she has given her order, Stay, it’s in him to obey and he bites his lip hard as she swallows him down. Failure would mean no touch, no favours and no release. So he keeps himself on a short leash, or she would tighten it for him.

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He can only watch her as she hovers above him in the twilight, as she undulates her body to rhythms only she can hear and he strains to touch. To hold her tight and press her closer to him, to taste the sweat he can see gathered on her collarbones. It’s making her skin shimmer in the soft light, like an otherworldly creature who holds him in her power. And he’s already succumbed.

In the quietness of her room he can hear her breaths, and his own sharp hisses when she lets him feel her wetness, gliding over him but never opening up to let him in. She just smiles at him, her teeth glinting white, before she places a soft fingertip adorned with a razor sharp fingernail. Silence. It’s what she asked, it’s what she gets.

She likes to keep him on hold, waiting for her. He’s sweating and shivering in painful pleasure of getting teased but never the release. Tightly bound, wrapped up in knots that she only releases when it suits her. When she’s in the mood to watch him, feel him break underneath her, to look into his eyes as he melts in agonizing pleasure and makes her body shudder with his.

Every night she’s his master, and he’s her slave.