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Fill: Nile/Booker FemDom 1/2
Date: 2020-10-06 12:03 pm (UTC)----------------------------------
Prompt: https://theoldguardkinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/3653.html?thread=1000773#cmt1000773
It takes a few years after the return of Quynh to convince the team that Booker needs to start going on missions with them again. They weren’t so willing to cut the exile short; it took a lot of Nile’s “It’s better if we can keep an eye on him” and “I can’t keep being the only one who knows how the internet work” before they agreed. But even then it was on a trial basis with a very firm, “Fine, but you’re in charge of him” from Andy and a general consensus of “Yea, he’s your problem now” from the other immortals.
It’s possible that they took the “you’re in charge of him” a little too literal but Nile only had so much self-control.
Booker with his sad puppy dog eyes was so damn grateful pliant eager to please desperate to make up for his sins that he jumped at her beck and call even when it completely inconvenienced him. She almost couldn’t help the way she started pushing and looking for boundaries. Asking for more, seeing what he was willing to give or where he drew the line. There seemed to be no limit with him.
When things turned sexual she started to doubt herself, wonder if she was taking more advantage than was allowed. Wondered how much of his willingness was consent versus obligation, and so she had asked him.
“Are you really okay with this?” Nile spoke sincerely, fingers pressing against the hard planes of his abdomen as she’s poised above him, thighs wide and bracketing his hips and wishing she had done this before getting so close to taking him inside of her. “Do you want this?” She continued, eyes boring into his own seeking the truth.
“I want whatever you want to give me” Booker answered. Voice thick and lingering in the space between them and well, that sounded a lot like yes, so she continued forward, positioning him between her folds and sinking down the length of him until she felt full and stretched and so good that she regretted not doing this sooner.
Nile took him at a slow pace to allow her body to get used to the girth of him. The way he pressed against all the sensitive parts of her felt better and better every deep sink from tip to root and back again. She had her palms pressed against his abdomen for leverage and the muscles beneath her hands were so tightly flexed with tension as he held himself still that she worried he was in pain.
Nile reached forward and grabbed Booker’s hands and brought it to her hips, sliding along her outer thighs as she did so and the stuttered exhale of breath that he gave truly did wonders for her ego.
“You can touch” Nile said with a squeeze of her inner muscles and a gyration of her hips that forces another exhale and a grunt out of him.
“Thank you” He huffed out so sincerely that she does it again and doesn’t miss the jump of his hips that thrust his cock deeper into her, “Sorry” Booker whispered reverent and stroked up and down her thighs and around her waist to her back and buttocks. His eyes were locked on her the whole while, as if afraid to look anywhere else, as if unsure if he was allowed and the thought burned a fire deep within her.
Nile never thought of herself as someone who liked control in the bedroom but staring down at Booker as he let her use his body as she sees fit, eyes begging for permission, she decided this is definitely something that she could get used to.
She sped up her movements and grabbed his hands again, pulling them from roaming at her lower back and brought them up to her breast where she was sensitive to the cold and wanting some stimulation. His hips gave another miniscule jerk and Nile grinned wide and ground down against him. It started a feedback loop of tiny motions of his hips against her and her grinding against his cock and pelvis until he startled her with rough thumbs brushing against her erect nipples.
Her inner walls squeezed tight around him and the slam of his hips against her this time was harder and deeper than the rest. Her eyes shut from the sudden sensation and a whimper escaped her, a sharp “Booker” tagged on the end of it.
“Sorry” Booker breathes the sound barely making it out of the growling noise of his throat. He tried to settle his hips flat on the bed again, legs tense beneath her but Nile adjusted her stance, leaning forward with more pressure on her knees as she pulled halfway off of him and smacked him hard against the outer thigh so that he would slam into her again.
“Merde… pardonne-moi.” Booker speaks through a groan as he’s pulling back, eyes finally shutting closed against the pleasure in his veins until Nile pinches at his chest. She’s shaking her head side to side and brings his hands back down to her thighs now covered in sweat.
“Fuck me” she says, and squeezes her walls around him for emphasis, whimpering loudly again as he slams in deep involuntarily.
“Yes, Book, hard”. Nile says arms at his side. He adjusts his position as he seeks to comply, hands gripping at her thighs and knees bending to plant his feet for leverage.
Booker pulls out to the tip and thrusts in hard, pulling her down to meet him and pulling a loud cry from her mouth. “Yes… Like that” Nile says as he does it again and again, setting the fast and hard pace that is asked of him.
Her moans are loud enough to penetrate the walls of his shitty apartment before she can help it, with a constant string of “yes, yes, yes” in the brief moments that she’s able to form words.
He’s quiet under her for the most part, his sounds consist mostly of heavy stilted breathing and the groan and grunts he’s unable to keep hidden when he hits that deep part of her that causes her to grip tight around him.
Her gasps of “God… yes… there” leads to a continued assault at her spot and soon she feels the tightness of pleasure coiling in her belly.
She doesn’t have a good history of climaxing from penetration alone so she grips his arm and pulls him forward so that she’s more in his lap than leaning over him and she can slip those rough fingers of his in between her legs where she wants them.
“Merde…” Booker breathes low, fingers sliding between her folds where she is slick and wet and warm, “mon dieu.” He exhales as her body tightened and jerked as his middle fingers circled at the nub of her clit.
“Yes… Booker” Her eyes snapped opened and locked unto his to demand her release and he pulled forward to sit upright and bring her completely into his lap. His thrust weren’t as long in this position but they were still hitting her hard and deep and now she could grind against the fingers at her clit.
“Merde.” He says again in disbelief, interspaced with her cries of ‘Yes’, ‘God’, ‘and Booker’.
There’s a moment when his head leans forward and Nile thinks he’s going to kiss her but he turns away, bending instead to kiss at her neck and collarbone as he uses the free hand to grope at her breast and bring her nipple into his warm wet mouth for a gentle suck.
The coiled knot of pleasure at her belly broke all at once and her body seized tight against him with the force of her orgasm. Her scream was loud enough that it would be embarrassing if she cared and Nile only became aware of Booker’s continuing short thrusts against her, and his fingers working at her clit, and his mouth at her tit because it became too much after her bones turned to jelly.
She tugged at the arm between her legs to pull it away, and carded the other hand through the messy blonde hair falling across his forehead to pull his mouth from her breast so that she can relax against him as he stilled his hips.
He was still hard inside of her and it took a minute to realize as her nerves slowly regained feeling. She became aware of the way he was trembling, hands stroking her thighs in a way that was too frantic to be intentional.
Nile raised her head to see Booker’s face and noticed his eyes were shut tight and his jaw was clenched hard as he breathed heavily through his nose. She leaned forward to press her lips against his chastely and his eyes opened to peer at her.
“Ça va?” His voice is low and pleading when he speaks and it shakes like the rest of him. His eyes, blown until they are nearly black, reflects the frequent desperation that he viewed her with. He’s still waiting for permission she realizes and kisses him quick and chaste again before starting a gentle rocking with her hips.
“You can come Book” She whispers against his lips and slides her arms around his neck to rub from his crown to his back. “It’s okay. You can come inside me” Nile says continuing the gentle circular motion of her hips and Booker always so eager did just that. His fingers gripped her thighs tight and he released inside her, quiet except for the deep groan in his throat and his body pulled so taut, eyes shut so tight, that she thought it looked a little painful.
His palms stroke along her hips to flank and around her back as he finished and slumps against her with a slow exhale. His head sagged along her neck and she slowed the motion of her hips to a stop as his arms encircled her completely.
“Merci” she felt him mumble against her along with a string of French she couldn’t make out as his breathing evened out. She’s completely sure she’s never seen him this tender.
“It was good. You were so good” Nile says because she’s seen movies and she’s read books and she has a general idea of what’s happening here and what’s needed. “You did so well holding out for me” She continues and trails fingers against the length of his spine and into his hair as he shudders against her. “Let’s lay back” Nile pushes down against his shoulders until he’s falling back against the bed, arms still wrapped her as she wiggles up so he slips out of her. “Like this” She says turning to her side and pulling him along so that he’s facing her and she can wrap her limbs around him after pulling the covers up.
Some time later, as the glow faded and she noticed he’s coming to, she decides to broach the topic of consent again. Arms wrapped around his torso with one leg strewn across his hip, sore in her thighs and back and lower abdomen in a way she really wish wouldn’t go away so she could be reminded of a good thorough fuck every time she moved, Nile says “You can always say no you know, if you don’t want to do something... it’s fine Booker, I won’t send you away”. She has her head cradled against his neck and her gaze to the wall across from them hoping the current state of them doesn’t impact his decision to be honest with her.
She felt the deep breath that he took before answering and her chest tightened waiting for the worst,
“This is the most that I’ve felt in a long time”. Booker said after a beat, so quietly that she thought he didn’t want her to hear. Alas she did and it made her smile and it pulled at her heart strings so she curled her leg around his a little a lot possessively. “Okay. Glad I could help”. Nile replied and that was the end of that of that conversation.
Things between them began a steady incline after that.
Fill: Nile/Booker FemDom 2/2
Date: 2020-10-06 12:11 pm (UTC)It had been an interesting role reversal, playing meek and subservient to Booker’s harsher domineering handle. The tension between them build steadily and each time their eyes locked he had this look of being terribly sorry for treating her like an object. Nile on the other hand was soaking it all in, taking the possessive grip around her waist as she’s made to sit on his lap followed by the pitiful linger of his gaze on hers once their audience dispersed and storing it all away for later. They were going to be alone eventually and she’d use it then.
Later came after two hours of terrible small talk and smiling through perverse comments of how she looked ‘beautiful and exotic’ and would be a ‘treasure’ to take home and Booker’s dismissal of “I don’t think we’ll be parting that easily” to everyone who approached them before they were finally able to sneak away into the study.
It took less than fifteen minutes to get the files they needed off of the computer and the moment Booker was done and rising from the chair to slip the drive into his pocket Nile was advancing.
“D’you have fun out there?” She says with fingertips pushing against his chest until he gets the idea and steps backwards.
“Nile.” Booker responds, voice so despondent that she immediately feels terrible about her teasing.
“I’m joking,” She says pressing both her hands flat now and applying more force, “But I want to have fun in here.” She shoves one last time as his back hit the wall and the heavy tension between them all night finally gives way.
“Whatever you want.” Booker says and she sees in his eyes that he means it. He always means it, jesus booker, the level of devotion is unreal and she almost wants to tell him so but she grabs him the lapels of his suit jacket instead and spins him around so his front is pressing against the wooden panels.
Instantly she’s at his back, stiletto heels giving the extra height needed to nose behind his ear comfortably without having to reach. “What if this is what I want?” She whispers taking the upper lobe between her teeth even though she’s really not sure what ‘this’ is supposed to be. She doesn’t bite hard enough to cause pain, or at least she doesn’t try but there’s still a second that he tenses beneath her; bunching tightly at the pressure of blunt teeth against the cartilage then just as quickly exhaling and relaxing through it. “Whatever you want” Booker repeats, voice not quite as steady as before. “Good,” Nile replies releasing his ear, still unsure where she wants to take this but loving the position that they’re in.
Nile mouths kisses at the sides of his neck, then around the back beneath the short strands of his hair and across his nape. Her tongue darts out occasionally, whenever she finds a patch of skin that makes him flinch and warrants sucking a bruise that fades way much too fast. She’s on her third temporary hickey when Booker’s breath catches and he plasters himself more firmly to the wall. Nile takes notice, grinning as she sucks in the hollow of his throat near his Adam’s apple. He twitches again, grunts and she pushes herself against him so that they’re touching head to toe with the fabric of his jacket doing wondrous work to her sensitive nipples through the silk of her dress. The noise he makes is louder now as his hips jerks again and it surges through her, sharp arousal leaving her wet between her thighs. She could really keep like this all day, moaning and groaning for her and seeking friction against the wall but God he’s really trying so hard to control himself that she chooses to reward him with a kiss.
Her fingers fall to his hair as she pulls his head back to meet her mouth. Booker takes her in greedily, mouth open, tasting everywhere and sucking on her tongue until she’s moaning into his mouth. She pulls away for a breather, because god damn, ends up staring at those blown eyes full of need and suddenly she knows what she wants as heat continues pooling are her core.
Nile pulls back, spinning Booker to face her by the shoulders and her eyes drop to the bulge in fitted tux. She slides her hand down against the length of him to feel him grow bigger in her hand then reaches back up to hold on the waistband. Nile walks backwards, pulling Booker along with her until her thighs hit the edge of the desk and then she stops. A slow teasing smile on her lips when she lets go of Booker’s waistband to run her hands up and underneath her dress to pull her underwear down. It seems to take him a moment to notice through her wiggling as she’s rolling them down her legs but then it’s the only thing that his eyes can follow as she works them off and around her ankles.
Nile leans further back into the desk so that she’s barely sitting on the edge and lets her knees fall wide when she grabs Booker’s suit jacket again. “Kneel for me Book, I want your mouth,” She’s tugging him down but he was already going without resistance before she could finish speaking. “You’re always so good at it.” Nile says as his hand comes to the back her left knee to push her leg up and over her his shoulder. always so eager She thinks and grins as he looks up at her and pushes the wrap of her dress aside and yes, she did wear it for convenience . “Make it quick so we’re not caught in here” Nile finishes and smooths his hair back in to place knowing she’s definitely about to make it much worse.
She’s never prepared for the first touch of him, and she isn’t now as his fingers slides between her folds where she’s hot, wet and ready. She lifts off the ledge for just a second in her surprise and he uses the motion to push two fingers in her in one swoop. “Book!” Nile gasps out clenching around the sudden intrusion, “Fuck.” She finishes settling back against the desk and pulling her grip off of the edge to scratch along his scalp and grab a hand full of strands. “I said your mouth Booker” Nile chides out, teeth biting down against her lip to diminish the moans falling from her tongue as he pumps in and out of her, fingers slick with how badly she wants him. “I mean it.” Nile says tugging up hard on his hair and hearing him let out a sharp exhale.
Booker’s fingers slip out of her and just as quickly his mouth is between her legs. Nile bucks up pressing further against him, thighs shutting against his head involuntary until he spreads them again, tongue lapping up at her juices and slipping inside her. Her legs try to shut again but he’s ready with a better grip to keep her apart. “Fuck… fuck. You’re so good” She moans out, hips lifting off the desk to grind against his mouth out of her control and her fingers gripping his hair to the point of unsalvageable. He always eats her out like it’s the best meal he’s ever had and Nile loses it every time until she’s coming against him oversensitive and beard burned to all hell for a minute or two.
“So good, you’re so good” Slips out between her whimpers as Booker, sucks and prods and tongue fucks her mind into a haze until the words stops forming and it’s half syllables and incoherent babbling.
“Uhn, Book, God, yes” She’s practically humping his face with how much her hips are moving against him and she’s scratching his scalp in encouragement because her tight grip started cramping up. Booker moans against her when she grazes against a tender a spot and the sound vibrates against her. “Yes, yes, yes” Nile breathes out, body pulling tight to snap back in a sharp line. He’s back to sucking on her clit when she coming hard against him and he slips his fingers back in to stroke her through it. She tried to bite her lip against the sound but the scream tore through, high pitched, whimpering and breathless.
Booker’s mouth and fingers are still against her when she comes down, toes uncurling and body going lax and tingling like pins and needles. “okay okay.” Nile says placing her hand on his forehead and pushing him away from her. His fingers slipped out and he released her leg so she could slump back comfortably. Nile kept her hand on his head for balancing purposes as she tried to catch her breath with stars dancing behind her eye lids but a low “please” from below pulled her attention forward.
Booker with his eyes focused on hers, had his hands balled into fists at his side; knuckles straining from the strength of it. “S’il vous plait, Nile” his voice is barely a whisper and she lets it warm her all over because Booker, with his absolute dedication to pleasing her, very rarely asks for anything unless prompted. “Please” Voice dragging through gravel and forcing his way through his lips as he edges closer to her on his knees.
Nile barely has to press her foot against the impressive bulge pushing tight against the seams before he’s coming in his suit pants. “Ughn…” Booker grunts out and she leaves her foot there for him to rub against as he finishes. It takes a few minutes before he softens enough that the foot pressing against his groin stops causing his hips to jerk and then he’s resting his head against her leg to catch his breath.
“You did really good Book” Nile says, carding her fingers through his hair and massaging his scalp as his hands encircles her leg. It’s a little awkward in position but she doesn’t want to disturb him. “Thank you for being so good for me” Nile says and Booker releases a slow breath, his cheek rubbing against her in acknowledgement. She loves how tender he is after and as time goes on she loves that she’s the only one who sees this side of him.
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