Partner

I've known of authors writing in detail what someone else was plotting, eh... third person omnipotent? But I dislike the style. It gives too much away. If I knew, well ... I did... but still..., why Paw acts the way he does, why nearly everything he says has a double meaning or why Souse acts the way he does towards Paw... it wouldn't be as interesting. For me, learning that this person is... totally hot for the main character before the main character themselves finds out... kind of just tells me how its going to end.

I'm the style of writer who tosses a bunch of characters in a room, has a plot and then watches the characters do something else entirely. They take on a life of their own. So when I say that it takes no effort to write Paw's double meanings, or that Souse acting the way he is in no way me plotting and trying to make it seem like it is what it is, is simple, I mean it.

I'd like to say that it's not confusing, it's just complicated... but having read my stuff after forgetting I had ever written such and such, I know it can be confusing and I try to ... get better as best I can. Sort of thing?

Gah. Too early in the morning still to think logically.

Madrachadevvi has put a dirty, dirty thought into my head. Suryallee gets a bonus cookie as well. But she (he?) won't know why until later. To Kiix, no I am not slamming back energy drinks. Just a little coffee and no one else is up to distract me from ... er... work. Sure. Let's call it that.

Read, Review and Enjoy.




The new toy turned out to be a cock ring with a vibrator built into it. Trust sex toys to have smaller wiring than the television hanging on the wall. The cock ring was more advanced than most medical tools. Paw waited until they made it to the bedroom, Mik’s bedroom and on the real, actual bed. Why? Because Paw had set up handcuffs before Mik had gotten home and had locked Mik to the headboard. The cuffs were padded and were a kind of comfortable confinement that unsettled and yet aroused Mik at the same time.

He should have realised that Paw had some kind of strange toy when he had been handcuffed to the bed. Handcuffed? Were they even handcuffs? Mik looked up at the objects that looked like handcuffs but didn’t feel like handcuffs.

When Paw pulled out the little box, Mik’s heart skipped a beat in anticipation. When he saw the ring… Mik’s heart skipped a beat for another reason. He opened his mouth to protest but Paw shot him dark look.

“Paw has gag as well, if Mik wants that used.”

“But that’s a -”

“Yes, cock ring. Paw want to use it. Want to hear Mik make sounds, can’t really hear sounds around gag. Will use gag if Mik protests. Yes, yes, Paw will,” Paw nodded his head as Mik tried to shake his head, “not so bad. Ring goes round this,” Paw slid the ring onto Mik’s flaccid member, “and then Mik make it hard. Come on. Harden up.”

“It’s a cock ring. It’s purpose is to cut off the blood, cut off the circulation.”

“Not harden up?” Paw sighed and pulled a small remote out of the box and waggled it at Mik, “Paw touch this,” the Sidhe poked a button and the ring began vibrating and Paw spoke over Mik’s moan, “and Mik harden up.”

Mik arched off the bed, pulling at the restraints as Paw sat there, beside him, not touching him. The man dug his fingers into the pillows, trying to force his hips to stay on the bed but finding it one of the most difficult things he had ever done. He thrust up, trying to find the kind of friction he need but even as he was certain he was going to orgasm, he was disappointed. He couldn’t, he just. Couldn’t. The vibration had him burning and moaning, arching upward.

“See,” Paw lay down beside Mik and trailed a finger down his torso. A click and the vibration went off, “very nice to play.”

“Nice?” Mik whined out, pressing tight against Paw’s body, wanting more, “Don’t do that to me.”

“Do what?” Paw clicked the vibrator on idly and watched intently as Mik arched upward again, crying out and straining against the bonds. A moment later, Paw shut it off, “Paw likes people little bit for toys. Some would think that this is like torture though. Paw supposes it could be… to not know when Mik can come,” a click. Whatever Paw said as it vibrated was lost over the pleasure and frustration that washed over Mik. Finally it shut off, “Paw thinks he might enjoy this.”

“Enjoy torturing me?” Mik huffed out.

“Knowing that Mik can submit,” Paw murmured, “but doesn’t,” a kiss to his collarbone. Mik panted out and wished Paw would go lower, “tonight. Paw be dominant. Total. If Mik ask nicely, Paw might take it off.”

A whimper from Mik and he bit his lip as Paw touched his aching member. The light caress of Paw’s fingers seemed so much more than it was. Paw kissed and spread Mik’s legs, slid between them and placed a hand on either side of the man’s head.

“Mik want Paw?”

“Yes,” anything for pleasure. Anything to end the sweet torment. Mik tried to arch upward, tried to find friction against Paw.

The Sidhe reached down and pushed Mik back into the mattress, “don’t move. Move and Paw bites.”

Mik ignored Paw and tried to thrust his hips upward again, the motion brought friction, feeling, even as Paw’s teeth latched onto his shoulder and bit down. Not enough to break the skin, but enough to put pressure to remind him who was in charge. The hands on his hips tightened.

“Please,” he moaned.

Paw let his shoulder go and gave the spot a little lick before responding, “please what?”

“Please Paw…” he could hardly get it out, talking seemed too painful, so painful that the words came out jumbled and it was nothing but chatter.

A chuckled from the Sidhe, “Paw need chat with Lillow. But since Mik asked nicely.”

Nicely for what?

Mik cried out as Paw slammed into him. No warning. It had been a while. The pain coursed through him, giving the pleasure a red tinge of pain. He said no even as he thrust his hips against Paw’s wrapped his legs around the Sidhe and begged Paw to stop. Paw let out a haggard breath and rocked against Mik, hitting all the right places and yet not seeming to accomplish much for either of them. Every time Mik moaned, his muscles clenched around Paw and the Sidhe struggled to breath, rocking faster with each sound.

“Please,” Mik panted, pulling harder at the restraints, wanting to draw Paw down onto him.

“Please?” Paw panted, on hand working around to detach one of Mik’s leg, “please, this?”

The Sidhe withdrew completely and slammed back into Mik. Both Sidhe and man moaned as their hips met. The Sidhe took up a rough, fast pace. It was all too much and the building pressure was overwhelming him when Paw reached between them and began caressing Mik’s shaft.

Mik’s eyes fluttered shut, he took in a breath and arched upward, the extra bit of pleasure throwing him over the edge as his orgasm rocked his body. Paw slammed into him as his muscles contracted. The Sidhe moaned against his neck and thrust once more before shuddering to a still.

Both panted as Paw removed the cock ring and tossed it back in the box.

“You can untie me now,” Mik murmured between breaths to Paw.

The Sidhe snorted and curled against Mik’s side, “Paw never said he would untie Mik. Maybe when Paw is done with Mik, if Mik’s been a good boy.”

“I’m tired, I want to sleep.” Mik mumbled, already half asleep.

“Good. Mik can learn how uncomfortable Paw will be in a bit,” Paw murmured as Mik drifted off.



.