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Entry tags:	5_kinks, simon

Fic: A Simple Command; Dirty Talk; R
Title: A Simple Command
Author: aristoboule
Fandom/Pairing: Original characters, simply_ellie and master_simon
Word Count: 588
Rating: R
Summary: Ellie struggles with obeying her Master's command to say one little word.
Table/Prompt: 5.1 - Dirty Talk
Disclaimer: simply_ellie is mine, master_simon belongs to ardath_rekha and is used here with permission. Please don't use them without ours!
Warning(s): References to bondage, D/s, penetration, and one swear word.
A/N: master_simon and simply_ellie are a kinky, married couple; he's her Master and she's his submissive. By day, he's one of Chicago's top psychotherapists, and she's his assistant and office manager.


Swallowing hard, Ellie wasn’t sure she could meet her husband’s – no, her Master’s – request. It was so simple, really, but that one, small word had the power to make her cheeks redden like nothing else. He knew it too, and seemed to enjoy it so much that she was almost loathe to practice saying it. It was amazing that not speaking that string of four letters, starting with a voiceless labiodental fricative and ending with a voiceless velar plosive, was enough to make her sweat and squirm, beg and plead.

Such was her predicament now, artfully and lovingly bound to the posts of their bed, and contemplating phonetics. Fricative. Like friction. And plosive, like explosive. Simon’s cock pressing against her opening, poised to enter her, wasn’t helping at all. Labiodental. Oh God, he’s not going to tease me again that way, is he? Though outright pain wasn’t her kink, he knew how to apply just the right amount of pleasurable pressure with his teeth when he went down on her, and the way he’d often caress her with his tongue would make her reconsider her stance and shyness about speaking that one particular word.

"Say it, Kitten," he teased.

That sly, knowing smile of his only made it worse, the warmth in her cheeks intensifying. Hoping that he might somehow relent and show her mercy for once, her wrists and ankles strained against her bonds on the chance that she might gain just an inch or two to allow her to press her hips closer to his and encourage him to enter her. Gazing up at him almost shyly, she wondered if he might already be on to her and her plan – it wouldn’t be the first time, and more than likely wouldn’t be the last. Surely though, one of these times she’d catch him at just the right moment and that subtle press towards his cock would make him lose control just long enough to penetrate her. And once inside, he’d begin to move, wouldn’t he?

"But Master, please?" As plaintive as could be, he didn’t even so much as budge. "Please, just this one time?" Poised to use those two inches of leeway she had, she arched her back and pressed her hips forward to hopefully receive him, the captive wanting to capture her captor.

Smirking, he moved with her and his cock was still out of reach. "Say it, and it’s yours."

Her mouth open, ready to protest and beg, the most she could manage at the moment at the moment was a whimper of frustration. Like every time before this, and every time still yet to come, she knew that he wouldn’t just let her off without giving him that one thing, that one word, before he’d give her such blissful relief from her torment. Tugging on her bonds and arching her back did nothing but frustrate and torment her even more, knowing that if she could just nerve herself up long enough to comply with his command she’d finally end this nearly hour-long standoff.

Her cheeks a bright pink now, she swallowed and licked her lips to prime her mouth for speaking. Mumbling and whispering just wouldn’t do, not for her Master, and she really did want to please him. Knowing it was now or never, her lip pressed lightly against her teeth as she finally committed to speaking the word that both tormented her and would also get her what she wanted. Eyes locked with his, she finally submitted to him.

"Fuck."