Ficlet - Shibari (Burn Notice)
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cornerofmadnessTitle Shibari
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Fandom Burn Notice
Disclaimer not mine
Rating NC-17
Characters/Pairing Michael/Fiona
Timeline/Spoilers No spoilers
Word Count 295
Warning bondage, ice play
SummaryWhen Fiona ties him up, it’s less scary
Author’s Note Sorry it’s so short and late. Time crunches suck. Thanks tomarlex for the beta
XXX
When you’re a spy, you learn how to get yourself out of all sorts of bondage. Your life depends on it, so the words, ‘I learned this knot particularly with you in mind,’ should have sent a cold chill down my spine. Instead, it stood me ramrod straight in sweaty anticipation of what Fiona was going to do next. It was in fact not just one knot but several. Fiona had researched kinbaku, the art of Japanese bondage, specifically for me.
Usually being rendered immobile kicked in my adrenaline and I would use the fear to get me free. Come to think of it, I should probably have done that with Fi, too, but mostly I tied up ever so artistically, hoping she was going to start paying attention to my cock soon. As if reading my mind, Fiona closed her red-painted lips over it, sucking with the fierceness she brought to everything.
My hips said move, thrust, conquer, but Fiona had dealt with that. I couldn’t budge. I was completely at Fi's dubious mercies.
She let my cock pop free of her lips then grinned a ‘tiger before a meal’ grin. “Stay put,” she said, getting up.
“Where could I go, Fi?” To my surprise, she padded away. “Where are you going?”
She didn't answer. It took a life time – mere moments really – before she returned with a margarita glass filled with sparkly, green-hued crushed ice.
“Fi?”
She took a sip then set it on the night stand before kneeling back down, making her way past the jute rope encircling me. She took my cock back into her mouth. Hot and cold, the contrasting sensations elicited a long low moan from me. This game was new, torturous, arousing. I didn't want to stop playing.
Author-
cornerofmadnessFandom Burn Notice
Disclaimer not mine
Rating NC-17
Characters/Pairing Michael/Fiona
Timeline/Spoilers No spoilers
Word Count 295
Warning bondage, ice play
SummaryWhen Fiona ties him up, it’s less scary
Author’s Note Sorry it’s so short and late. Time crunches suck. Thanks to
marlex for the betaXXX
When you’re a spy, you learn how to get yourself out of all sorts of bondage. Your life depends on it, so the words, ‘I learned this knot particularly with you in mind,’ should have sent a cold chill down my spine. Instead, it stood me ramrod straight in sweaty anticipation of what Fiona was going to do next. It was in fact not just one knot but several. Fiona had researched kinbaku, the art of Japanese bondage, specifically for me.
Usually being rendered immobile kicked in my adrenaline and I would use the fear to get me free. Come to think of it, I should probably have done that with Fi, too, but mostly I tied up ever so artistically, hoping she was going to start paying attention to my cock soon. As if reading my mind, Fiona closed her red-painted lips over it, sucking with the fierceness she brought to everything.
My hips said move, thrust, conquer, but Fiona had dealt with that. I couldn’t budge. I was completely at Fi's dubious mercies.
She let my cock pop free of her lips then grinned a ‘tiger before a meal’ grin. “Stay put,” she said, getting up.
“Where could I go, Fi?” To my surprise, she padded away. “Where are you going?”
She didn't answer. It took a life time – mere moments really – before she returned with a margarita glass filled with sparkly, green-hued crushed ice.
“Fi?”
She took a sip then set it on the night stand before kneeling back down, making her way past the jute rope encircling me. She took my cock back into her mouth. Hot and cold, the contrasting sensations elicited a long low moan from me. This game was new, torturous, arousing. I didn't want to stop playing.
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Date: 2011-03-04 04:50 am (UTC)Go, Fi!
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Date: 2011-03-04 05:26 am (UTC)