20. The Lion's Den(2)

“Good,” Adrien said, curling a finger around one of her pigtails. “Vulnerable is a good look on you, prin-”

He noticed a damp pressure against his knee, looking down to see Marinette lightly pressing herself against his leg, rocking her hips and looking at him with a pleading expression. As much as she had enjoyed Adrien’s toys, they had been more of an appetizer than a main course.

“Eager looks good on you too,” Adrien murmured, stomach clenching as he ran his hands down her sides. As much as he liked to play at being in control, being so close to a naked, panting Marinette had taken its toll on Adrien. “Has my princess learned her lesson?”

Marinette nodded again, cooing a little as Adrien’s hands settled on her hips.

“Good,” Adrien said, tilting her chin up. “Because if you ever send me naughty pictures and make me wait again, I’m going to have to…punish you again.”

Marinette chuckled through her gag, feeling more than a little giddy as endorphins seemed to kick into overdrive. She relished the feeling of her bare chest against his, head resting on his shoulder and savoring the warmth that came from simple proximity. It was as though every nerve in her body subtly hummed by his presence.

“Now…before I take you down,” Adrien said, hands drifting around to her backside with a squeeze that only intensified the throbbing ache in her bottom. “I think we need to take care of something…”

Marinette frowned, confused for a moment until Adrien pulled back, hand drifting once again between her legs and running his fingers across her hot, needy sex.

“Do you want me to do something about this?” Adrien asked, finger slowly sliding inside her as Marinette whimpered, nodding intently. Her legs wobbled as Adrien slowly withdrew his finger, ignoring her frustrated whine and giving her smarting bottom another pat. He meandered over to the hook where he had secured the rope and undid the knot. Slowly, he slackened the rope, lowering her arms slowly as Marinette sank to her knees, not trusting her wobbly legs to support her weight. She took deep, steadying breaths through her nose, eyeing Adrien’s ass in the mirror as he rooted around for something in the cabinet. He tossed something black over onto the futon, returning with a pair of medical shears, and a thin strip of leather slung over his shoulders that appeared to be a thin leash when he knelt in front of her. Marinette gasped at the feeling of cool metal brushing against her skin, watching Adrien shear through the knots he had made in a matter of seconds.

“You okay?” Adrien asked as she rubbed her wrists, fingers running along the reddish marks the ropes left across her skin.

“Mmhmm,” Marinette muttered, flexing her fingers as Adrien secured the leash through the ring on the front of her collar. Almost instinctively, her hands fell forward onto the cool wooden floor, bottom stinging a little as she crawled up onto her hands and knees.

Adrien didn’t bother suppressing the small groan at the sight of Marinette on all fours looking up at him, hips waggling as she appeared to be waiting for his next move. His fingers wound through the leash as he tugged her forward, watching her fall onto her hands and knees and slowly crawl towards him as he backed up. Adrien took his time, taking a step back and watching her follow, eyes trained on him hungrily. Her hips swayed with deliberate laziness, forcing his eyes to her blushing red butt as she moved towards him. Part of him wanted to walk her all the way down to his bedroom, trailing behind so he could have time to appreciate his handiwork. But this was just as nice, watching her kneel on the ground in front of him as he sat back on the futon, winding her leash around his hand until she slowly slithered into his lap.

Marinette fell forward, hands splaying across his chest and whimpering as she felt something stiff grind between her legs. She was happy, at least, that Adrien was finding this entire experience as immensely gratifying as she was, lips pressing against her shoulders, her chest, and any exposed patch of skin they could find. Adrien’s hands seemed to be fidgeting with something on the side, sliding padded straps up her legs into the crux of her knee from behind. Before she could look down, he looped the strap of the sling over her head, securing it behind her neck with a few adjustments. Marinette felt her knees being drawn closer to her chest, but didn’t realize what Adrien was planning until he rolled over, depositing her on the couch in a rather compromising position.

Adrien stood up, examining his handiwork with a small smirk. Marinette’s legs were held open by the sling under her knees, drawn up a little as she leaned back on the back of the couch. Reaching under the edge of the cushion, he disengaged a lock, and pulled the futon out until it formed a queen size bed. Marinette teetered back with a small muffled giggle, landing flat on her back with her legs still splayed as Adrien crawled his way up onto the bed.

“I know this wasn’t on the shopping list, but I can’t give away all my tricks, now can I?” Adrien laughed, slowly easing his stiff cock out of the bottom of his suit. Marinette watched as he fished a silver condom wrapper out of his back pocket, ripping it open with his teeth and unrolling the neon green latex down his length with a small snap. He shimmied up between her legs, guiding her hands up to where small handholds dangled from the backs of the straps and sliding a pillow under her ass. Marinette hissed a little, gripping the handholds as the soft, fluffy pillow brushed against her tender bottom. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she made a note to reschedule her Monday lunch date with Alya to somewhere they could stand up, a lusty thrill running through her as she realized she was going to be feeling this all week.

“Ready for me, princess?” Adrien asked, lining himself up and waiting for her approval. Marinette looked up between her legs, drinking in the sight of half-naked, leather clad Adrien, hair mussed up and green eyes glimmering behind his domino mask as she gave a small nod. “Alright then…hold on.”

Marinette sucked in a sharp gasp through her nose, biting down on the gag as Adrien’s hips slid forward in one steady, fluid motion until his hips bumped against the backs of her thighs. A small, shaky moan rumbled in the back of his throat as he leaned forward, hands gripping the fronts of her thighs as he felt her fully envelop him.

“Mmngh…i-it’s been far too long since we’ve done this,” Adrien panted, glancing down at Marinette who nodded shakily at him, fingers twisting in the handholds as Adrien slowly began to work up to pace. The fronts of his thighs grazed her ass as he lifted her up a little, seemingly intent on getting as deep inside her as possible with each thrust. Marinette squeaked every time she felt him bottom out, glad there was something smothering her increasingly vocal moans. Even with the gag in, her whimpers, pants, and grunts were far and away louder than Adrien’s, who seemed to have trouble keeping his own voice down the deeper and faster he went.

Adrien seemed to be taking her invitation to wreck her very seriously, ensuring that they both felt each thrust as intimately as possible as he upped his pace in steady increments, biting his lip to maintain some semblance of composure with Marinette coming undone beneath him. And measure by measure, she was coming undone, vocalizations becoming increasingly louder, chest heaving, and legs shaking in their stirrups as he continued to ride her. The edge of the futon bumped into the wall with every thrust, her fingers clutched at the handholds for dear life as Adrien’s fingers dipped between her legs, tending to her aching clit as she felt something swell inside her, cresting, ready to break…

And break it did.

Her eyes flew open, teeth clenching down on her gag as six weeks of unresolved stress snapped and blew away. Marinette shuddered, moaned, sobbed without regret or consideration for who might hear. She was dimly aware of Adrien shuddering between her legs, his whimpering moan joining hers as he threaded his hands through her fingers, squeezing gently. But the tremors rocking her own body held most of her attention for what felt like an eternity.

And then, suddenly, it was over.

Marinette’s breath slowly slowed as Adrien disengaged the sling, allowing her to flop back on the futon, completely boneless, while he removed her gag. Her mouth fell open, panting as she stared up at the ceiling, afterglow enveloping her in a warm, foggy haze while Adrien seemed to be fiddling with something off to the side. Marinette shivered slightly, as Adrien returned, dropping a few items onto the bed and snatching a throw blanket off the edge of the futon. She felt his body slide up next to her, warm, soft blanket swaddling her as she pressed her face into his chest, crawling into his lap as he pulled her close, stroking her hair and softly murmuring to her.

“Good girl,” he purred softly, kissing the top of her head as she melted into his side. “You did really well.”

Marinette wondered if working in a thankless, cutthroat industry had given her a praise-kink, but Adrien’s words seemed to melt over her like warm chocolate, bringing a dreamy smile to her face as she nuzzled her nose into his neck, peppering his collarbone with kisses.

“You okay?” Adrien asked.

“Mmhmm,” Marinette muttered, looking up at him sleepily as he leaned back to look her over.

“Can you talk yet?” Adrien asked. “I know it can be a little…”

“…intense?” Marinette supplied with a small giggle. “Yeah…that’s putting it mildly.”

Marinette leaned back, looking over her shoulder under the blanket with a wince as she caught sight of her red bottom for the first time. “Ooh…gonna be sore in the morning.”

“One of the perks of being a masochist,” Adrien chuckled, tossing his mask over onto the pile of discarded clothes and slipping out of his gloves. He reached for a small white jar, unscrewing the cap and smearing a small amount on his hands. “You want to roll over for me?”

Marinette complied, rolling over onto his lap and tugging the blanket down towards her thighs. The cool, coconut scented cream made Marinette hiss, wiggling around as Adrien lightly massaged it into the sore, red marks left behind by his crop.

“What is this?” Marinette sighed as she felt the cream began to take effect, alleviating a little bit of the ache.

“Vitamin-E, aloe-vera, some other stuff,” Adrien shrugged. “Reduces swelling, prevents bruising, and generally makes it so you don’t walk funny all week.”

“Darn,” Marinette giggled, savoring the sensation of Adrien’s hands on her ass as she laid her head on one of the throw pillows. “I was looking forward to that.”

“I think you’ll still be gently reminded of it now and then,” Adrien chuckled, wiping his hands on a towel he had brought with him. “Mainly when you’re sitting down…or putting on underwear.”

“Good week to try going commando then,” Marinette chuckled, hips wiggling back and forth.

“Easy with the wiggling,” Adrien chuckled, reaching over and uncorking a water bottle. “It’s pretty distracting, you know.”

“I had no idea I was so distracting,” Marinette snorted, taking a long grateful gulp from the water bottle.

“Didn’t you?” Adrien snorted, reaching over to snare a white paper bag and a remote control. “How are you feeling?”

“Mm…drained,” Marinette sighed, head leaning on his shoulder as he dimmed the lights using the remote. “Warm…intensely satisfied.”

“Live up to your expectations?” Adrien asked, turning the TV across the room on as his or free hand rubbed circles on the small of her back.

“To say the least,” Marinette said, biting her lip as she tried to put her feelings into words. “I…I can’t even describe it right now. It’s like…I just did a five-kilometer run only…sexy, if that makes any sense.”

“You’re sore, tired, relieved, and aroused all at the same time,” Adrien nodded, fishing something out of the bag. “I can relate…open.”

Marinette blinked as Adrien held out a small, dark piece of chocolate between his fingers. “…if that’s what I think it is, I’m seriously going to kiss you,” Marinette said, leaning forward and taking small nibble of the bitter, tart truffle between Adrien’s fingers.

“Did I get the right one?” Adrien asked as Marinette chewed thoughtfully for a moment, nodded, and then wrapped her arms around Adrien’s neck, pulling him into a brief—yet deep—raspberry-chocolate flavored kiss. “I-I’ll take that as a yes.”

Marinette bit her lip, looking down with a shy smile at his chest. “I…thank you. For all of this.”

“You’re acting like I did you a favor,” Adrien snorted, bumping his forehead against hers. “You know I like dishing it out as much as you like taking it, right?”

“I know…” Marinette laughed, reaching down and tracing the tip of Adrien’s semi-erect cock with her fingertip. “Believe me, you made that part clear…I just…I never really thought I’d have anyone to do this kind of stuff with. I mean…I even think I’m a little weird sometimes, so to have you be so…chill and compliant is just…”

Marinette shrugged, taking another bite of chocolate and fidgeting a little in embarrassment as she tried to find the words to say. She wanted to tell him that having him as a partner was something she had fantasized about since she first started having fantasies. Marinette wanted to tell him that he had made every fantasy she had ever had pale in comparison to being with him. She wanted to tell him that his consideration, his kindness, his care made her feel decidedly non-platonic things towards him, and maybe some small part of her had lied to her mother because she wanted someone to believe they were together on the off chance it might one day come true.

Instead, she just said, “thank you.”

Adrien laughed, kissing the tip of her nose as she settled into his lap. “Like I said, the pleasure was all—well, half—mine.”

“Still…” Marinette murmured, looking up at him through her eyelashes. “If there’s…anything you’d like to try, you just have to ask.”

“I’ll…think about it,” Adrien said with a cryptic smile, cuing up the DVD player with a push of a remote control button. “You feel like doing anything else tonight?”

“I don’t think I’m capable of doing anything else,” Marinette laughed, pillowing her head on Adrien’s chest and taking another bite of chocolate from Adrien’s fingers. “I’m pretty beat…although if you tracked down Planet Earth for me, I’m seriously going to jump you again.”

Adrien blinked, finger hovering over the play button as he wondered if he was about to be the first person to ever get laid because of Sir David Attenborough.