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FIC: "Holiday" Chapter Nine (BB/DM NC-17)
Title: Holiday
Author: Amber
E-mail: sacredlustsandfear@yahoo.com
Web page: http://www.slashfanfiction.com/viewuser.php?uid=910
Fandom: LOTR RPS
Pairing: Billy/Dom some others
Archive: Let me know first
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Maybe it was just...time.
Feedback: Is much appreciated
Warnings: BDSM
Notes: Not related in any way shape or form to 24 Hours. I have nothing against Dom/Elijah and had no intention of this turning into a more or less "lets bash Lij" fest... but... uh... it did. Forgive me. Apparently Billy is a manslut. For Jordan who (whether she knows it or not) inspired this piece.
Chapter 9: Punishment
It could have been hours or mere moments when the door opened again and Billy's calm voice asked; "Are you ready for your punishment?"
Dom turned his head and rested it on a comfortable lump of blanket. "Yes Sir."
There was a warm hand across his rear, then a soft stroke of silk over his testicles. He tried to shrink away only to receive a harder hand swat.
"Christ!" Dom cried out, feeling the burn and knowing Billy's hand must ache from the swats.
"Even God can't save you now, Dominic." Billy's voice seemed to be drawing power from his outburst. "Shut up."
Dom forced back another cry when Billy's hand was replaced by a hard wooden surface. Then, after another swat, the thick lacquered wood was gently drawn across the warm spot. He knew the particular paddle well, that it was a deep cherry color with the word 'brat' engraved on the thick handle and roughly the size and shape of a ping pong paddle but heavier. It was Elijah's 19th birthday present, and something he had left behind with Billy when they split. His teeth clenched as another blow landed.
"Do you know what this is, Dom?" Billy's accent thickened as he landed another with a sigh.
Dom nodded, rolling his head back into the blanket as he buried his head against the familiar pain.
Billy smacked his bottom again, both sides glowing pink for sure. "Answer me, Boy."
Dom's head shot up and his back arched as another heavy swat graced his ass. "It's a paddle, Sir."
A lighter swat. "Which one?"
"Elijah's." He pushed his head into the blanket again, waiting for another heavy swat. None came. Instead, the paddle came to rest gently on the bed against his thigh.
"You've been a bratty little boy, Dom. Just like Elijah was. Do you remember what I would do to Elijah when he was being a brat?" Billy's voice seemed to boom far above him.
Dom swallowed the lump in his throat. How could one forget that kind of intense scene?
Elijah was amazing as far as the ability to withstand an amount of pain that would normally break Dom as far as he was concerned. A working over for him usually included a bullwhip and dildo not fit for the human anatomy. The worst punishment he could get was to be denied the pleasure of orgasm.
"Please Sir... have mercy." Dom tried to roll himself over, but the way his wrists and ankles were bound it only pulled painfully.
There was a new sting now; not the paddle or his master's hand but something far more evil. He could have quite happily crawled out of his skin as the leather came crashing down again. "Fuck, Billy!" Another fast blow, then the silk caressing burning flesh. "What the hell is that?"
"Shhh...Dommie boy." Billy swatted him again and he realized it wasn't one large strip of leather rather two thin straps as each hit. "You remember this." He swatted the other side, making them even for blows. "You called it an authentic Scottish torture device."
Dom's lips curled and his inner brat wanted to make some snide remark about how the only Scottish torture devices he recalled were Sheena Easton and Rod Stewart... but he held back and bit into the blanket as the next rain of well calculated blows to his buttocks and the fleshy part of his hips came. He was either going to start crying or flying high as a kite very soon. "Jesus Christ, Bill!" Dom gasped, wondering if he should just start crying out the names of every saint he could remember like a Mexican boy he'd once picked up in LA.
"Show your Daddy some respect, Dommie." Another heavy-handed blow crossed his rear.
Dom yelped and pushed back a tear as he began to get that familiar, and completely missed, ecstasy shooting from each warm mark direction to his cock. "Yes Sir." He managed to gasp before Billy pulled back again... but instead of another strapping there was something tickling the warmed flesh, dancing over the skin on his ass.
"You're getting better, Dom... but remember your manners." Dom realized it was a thin feather duster being worked over his rear, then up his back.
He shuddered as the feathers caressed the ticklish spot in the center of his back and gasped in mild shock when warm fingers gently massaged his ass, working their way towards the crack. "Thank you, Sir. I will try and remember to mind myself better." He jumped again as the feathers teased and tickled at his sides, making him glow with frustration as Billy's nimble fingers grew ever closer to what his body was begging for.
***
End Ch. 9
***
Author: Amber
E-mail: sacredlustsandfear@yahoo.com
Web page: http://www.slashfanfiction.com/viewuser.php?uid=910
Fandom: LOTR RPS
Pairing: Billy/Dom some others
Archive: Let me know first
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Maybe it was just...time.
Feedback: Is much appreciated
Warnings: BDSM
Notes: Not related in any way shape or form to 24 Hours. I have nothing against Dom/Elijah and had no intention of this turning into a more or less "lets bash Lij" fest... but... uh... it did. Forgive me. Apparently Billy is a manslut. For Jordan who (whether she knows it or not) inspired this piece.
Chapter 9: Punishment
It could have been hours or mere moments when the door opened again and Billy's calm voice asked; "Are you ready for your punishment?"
Dom turned his head and rested it on a comfortable lump of blanket. "Yes Sir."
There was a warm hand across his rear, then a soft stroke of silk over his testicles. He tried to shrink away only to receive a harder hand swat.
"Christ!" Dom cried out, feeling the burn and knowing Billy's hand must ache from the swats.
"Even God can't save you now, Dominic." Billy's voice seemed to be drawing power from his outburst. "Shut up."
Dom forced back another cry when Billy's hand was replaced by a hard wooden surface. Then, after another swat, the thick lacquered wood was gently drawn across the warm spot. He knew the particular paddle well, that it was a deep cherry color with the word 'brat' engraved on the thick handle and roughly the size and shape of a ping pong paddle but heavier. It was Elijah's 19th birthday present, and something he had left behind with Billy when they split. His teeth clenched as another blow landed.
"Do you know what this is, Dom?" Billy's accent thickened as he landed another with a sigh.
Dom nodded, rolling his head back into the blanket as he buried his head against the familiar pain.
Billy smacked his bottom again, both sides glowing pink for sure. "Answer me, Boy."
Dom's head shot up and his back arched as another heavy swat graced his ass. "It's a paddle, Sir."
A lighter swat. "Which one?"
"Elijah's." He pushed his head into the blanket again, waiting for another heavy swat. None came. Instead, the paddle came to rest gently on the bed against his thigh.
"You've been a bratty little boy, Dom. Just like Elijah was. Do you remember what I would do to Elijah when he was being a brat?" Billy's voice seemed to boom far above him.
Dom swallowed the lump in his throat. How could one forget that kind of intense scene?
Elijah was amazing as far as the ability to withstand an amount of pain that would normally break Dom as far as he was concerned. A working over for him usually included a bullwhip and dildo not fit for the human anatomy. The worst punishment he could get was to be denied the pleasure of orgasm.
"Please Sir... have mercy." Dom tried to roll himself over, but the way his wrists and ankles were bound it only pulled painfully.
There was a new sting now; not the paddle or his master's hand but something far more evil. He could have quite happily crawled out of his skin as the leather came crashing down again. "Fuck, Billy!" Another fast blow, then the silk caressing burning flesh. "What the hell is that?"
"Shhh...Dommie boy." Billy swatted him again and he realized it wasn't one large strip of leather rather two thin straps as each hit. "You remember this." He swatted the other side, making them even for blows. "You called it an authentic Scottish torture device."
Dom's lips curled and his inner brat wanted to make some snide remark about how the only Scottish torture devices he recalled were Sheena Easton and Rod Stewart... but he held back and bit into the blanket as the next rain of well calculated blows to his buttocks and the fleshy part of his hips came. He was either going to start crying or flying high as a kite very soon. "Jesus Christ, Bill!" Dom gasped, wondering if he should just start crying out the names of every saint he could remember like a Mexican boy he'd once picked up in LA.
"Show your Daddy some respect, Dommie." Another heavy-handed blow crossed his rear.
Dom yelped and pushed back a tear as he began to get that familiar, and completely missed, ecstasy shooting from each warm mark direction to his cock. "Yes Sir." He managed to gasp before Billy pulled back again... but instead of another strapping there was something tickling the warmed flesh, dancing over the skin on his ass.
"You're getting better, Dom... but remember your manners." Dom realized it was a thin feather duster being worked over his rear, then up his back.
He shuddered as the feathers caressed the ticklish spot in the center of his back and gasped in mild shock when warm fingers gently massaged his ass, working their way towards the crack. "Thank you, Sir. I will try and remember to mind myself better." He jumped again as the feathers teased and tickled at his sides, making him glow with frustration as Billy's nimble fingers grew ever closer to what his body was begging for.
***
End Ch. 9
***
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