All Tied Up

"Vehrath, do you have... somewhere more private we could go? Like a bedroom?"

Vehrath stared at her for several seconds.

"A bedroom? You mean you want to... I mean, uh, yes I do, of course, yeah." He babbled, staring wide-eyed at her, his dignified demeanor completely out the window.

She smiled, rather wickedly, wondering if it looked anything like his evil grin.

"Good," she said. "You can untie me now, then."

He scrambled to do so. Once her hands were free, she grabbed the length of rope and brought it along with them. They were going to need it.

A-1 looked deeply confused when Vehrath threw open the door and raced past him, Riley in tow, shouting, "I'll be in my chambers with Ms. Jones, A-1, don't disturb us, I'll be back later!"

They were washed in undulating crimson light as their entry into the bedroom shocked the sensors awake. Vehrath quickly uttered some commands as he locked the door behind them. The lights dimmed and twinkled faintly in the walls like rubies. The king sized bed in the centre of the room had a black iron frame and perfectly pressed crimson silk sheets.

More red and black Riley mused. She could appreciate his commitment to a color scheme.

"Okay, so," Riley said, Vehrath turned to her in anticipation. "We should probably... just talk a bit first, can I sit down?" She gestured to the bed.

"Of course, yes, let's—" Vehrath mimicked her gesture and they walked over to the bed, sitting down on the edge of the mattress.

Riley set the length of rope down beside her on the bed.

"So, have you done any of this before?" she asked. He seemed a bit freaked out earlier and he hadn't known to kiss her, either—

He laughed shortly.

"Ah, I don't think so, no. To be honest, I have to admit I'm not entirely sure what this is." he said. "But from what I know of human courtship, because of the kiss and then your desire to come to my bedroom, I'm guessing this is some sort of... human sex thing?"

Riley nodded and laughed, "Yeah, it's a human sex thing."

I don't really know what we were doing, he'd said, before. Riley had always assumed that Vehrath was into—well, the same things she was into, actually, but more—hardcore? The leather, the spikes, the constant tying her up to chairs and various pieces of weaponry—she had extrapolated, she had assumed— but it seemed the concept of bondage and roleplay might be foreign to the alien.

"It's called roleplay," Riley said.

"This is a common thing?" Vehrath asked. "That humans do?"

"Some humans do it, yeah."

"And you told me to leave you tied up," he said. "Why?"

"That is—it's called bondage. It's—also a thing."

"A human sex thing?" he asked, looking at her with intense concentration.

"Yes," Riley said, flushing.

"So these are both human sex things that you enjoy?" Vehrath asked, eyes still intent on her face.

"Yes," said Riley, blushing even more. "Did you not like—?"

"Of course I did!" Vehrath said quickly, "Sorry, I'm just— I want to make sure I understand."

"Right, sure." Riley replied. "Anyway, kidnapping is definitely a feature of a lot of human sex roleplays, and power imbalances are a big thing in general, like doctor and patient or, in our case, captor and captive, someone has power over the other. Anyway, the power imbalances thing can be separate from the role-playing, or even the bondage—power imbalance stuff is generally referred to as dominance and submission—and then there's stuff that's based on pain."

"Pain." Vehrath repeated.

"There's a whole range of pain, though," Riley explained. "I mean, there's light stuff, like biting and scratching and spanking, and then it goes up from there—flogging, some people like slapping or punching even—some people like to play around with knives, although that can get dangerous. I don't really get very into pain that much, personally, and playing around with your ray gun, earlier, is about as close to edge-play as I've ever gotten..."

"Edge-play?"

"The dangerous stuff," Riley said. "Like knives, or ray guns that, you know, aren't set to stun, or choking."

"And humans... work out ahead of time what they like?"

"Sometimes," Riley said. "Sometimes not. Small things, people sometimes incorporate without negotiation, but major things usually have to be talked about. And safewords are important."

"Safewords," Vehrath said. "Like 'stop' earlier."

"Right," said Riley, "but people don't usually pick a word like 'stop'. I mean, we both remember how that turned out for us! A safeword should, ideally, be something that isn't going to naturally come up in conversation. A lot of times, people just use something simple, like a colour, as the safeword."

"Like red?"

Riley's lips twitched.

"Yeah red definitely works..." A thought occurred to her. "So, that whole part of it is new to you I know, but do you have any... sexual experience, at all?" She asked, curious.

She had always secretly wondered. I mean, he was a supervillain, an outcast, and the sole commander of an army of robots, so, not many opportunities for connection with other living beings of any kind. But still, he seemed to exude such confidence, and those outfits of his... She was never quite sure.

He raised his eyebrows, "Sexual experience? Well... ah, in that regard I— You see— I'm just so busy, is all." He explained, avoiding her gaze, "An army of sentient robots takes an awful long time to build, you know, not to mention the death rays and the freeze rays and all, so I simply haven't had the time to engage in any... sexual encounters. Yet." He finished, wincing slightly.

Riley smirked at him. "Is that so?"

"Yes." He gritted back at her coldly, sensing that she was teasing him, "So you should be thankful I was willing to put off my plans today to... partake in this with you."

"Oh, I see how it is, you're doing me a favour, are you?" She cooed.

"I am, actually!" He replied indignantly, "I agreed to do this just for you, to cheer you up."

"Okay, okay, you're right. I appreciate it." She smiled.

"Good." He replied, smirking sheepishly at her.

"So... you aren't too freaked out?" Riley said.

Vehrath's smirk widened, growing more confident.

"Oh, Ms. Jones," he said, "it would take a lot more than this to scare me off."

Riley licked her lips and edged closer to him.

"Would it," she said.

He nodded, eyes on her mouth, his usual cocky smile back in place.

"How about me being the one to tie you up, then?" Riley asked, glancing down at the length of rope she had brought with her.

Vehrath's eyes fluttered, and for a moment, Riley was sure he'd refuse.

"Alright," he said, instead.

She reached her hand over to his and laced her fingers together with his gloved ones.

"So, our safeword can be 'red', okay?" She asked.

"Red, okay, understood." He repeated.

"And you say it...?" Riley prompted.

He licked his lips, eyes on her mouth. God, how could she have ever kidded herself that she didn't think he was hot?

"If I want to stop," he said.

"Yes," Riley said. "If you want to stop. You say it; we stop; that's how it works. Is there anything you definitely don't want to do?"

"I— would rather you not hurt me that much? I mean, biting and scratching sounds intriguing, but the slapping and the punching doesn't really seem—but! If that's something you want to do to me—and it probably—"

Riley leaned forward and kissed him quickly.

"Vehrath, I don't want to do anything you don't want," she said gently. "And I told you, I don't really get that into pain. Is there anything else you know you don't want to try?"

"I don't think so?"

"Okay, but if something comes up that you don't like, don't be afraid to tell me. The safeword exists for a reason. Are you ready?"

A brief flicker of worry in his face, and then an expression of determination overtook his features.

"Yes," he said.

Riley kissed him again, running her hands down his sides, settling the right one at his waist; letting the left one wander a little lower, to the holster of his ray gun.

She felt the moment that he realized what she was doing, felt him tense beneath her. She felt, too, the moment that he decided to let her do it, the moment he could easily have grabbed her wrist, stopped her, said the safeword, the moment that he stayed still instead—rigid, trembling, but still.

Riley pulled the ray gun from the holster and stood up, walking backwards from where Vehrath sat. She glanced swiftly down at the gun, checking the setting, making sure it was on stun. She didn't plan to put her finger on the trigger, but better to be sure.

She brought the gun up, aiming it at him, cocked her hip, and gave him the most wicked smirk she could manage.

"Holy fuck," Vehrath said breathlessly in response.

Riley felt her smile widen. She hadn't ever heard him curse like that before. Definitely a turn-on.

"Kneel," Riley commanded, on a whim, and he slid off the bed to the floor and went to his knees, easily, fluidly, and entirely without protest.

Riley walked towards him, hips swaying, gun in hand, Vehrath on his knees watching her every step. She felt sexier than she had in—ever, really.

"Well, well, well," she said, stopping in front of him. "The tables have turned, haven't they?" She gripped Vehrath's chin in one hand, ran her thumb across his bottom lip and then over the strip of his goatee. Vehrath made a soft, half-smothered sound.

"I'm the one holding the gun now." She stroked the barrel of the gun down his cheek. "What should I do with you, now that I have you here, like this, completely at my mercy?"

"Whatever you want," Vehrath said simply, gazing up at her raptly.

Riley sucked in a breath.

"That's right," she said. "Whatever I want." She stepped away from him, trained the ray gun on him once more, and smirked—Vehrath had seemed to like that the last time she'd done it. And sure enough, she saw the muscles of his throat work as he swallowed involuntarily.

"Stand up and take your clothes off," she said.

Vehrath stood, and tugged his boots off swiftly, one hand on the edge of the bed for balance.

"Ah ah ah!" Riley said. "Slower than that."

Vehrath, still leaning against the bed, looked up at her at that.

Slowly, he placed his left boot on the floor—his feet were bare now; Riley had never considered how endearingly vulnerable Vehrath would look barefoot. He straightened up slowly, too, and then began slowly to pull off his right glove— edging his thumb under the lip and moving it down, exposing the skin of his hand bit by bit. He pulled the glove completely off and tossed it aside, then reached for the other.

However, he hesitated this time. He tipped his head, a sudden I-have-just-had-a-clever-idea expression darting across his face. He flashed Riley a quick, slightly wicked smile, and then bit into the fingertip of the glove and tugged it off with his teeth.

He tossed the glove down and glanced up at her through his eyelashes, as though looking for approval. Riley gave an appreciative hum and he smiled shyly, ducking his head.

Jesus, shyness wasn't something Riley would ever have thought to associate with Vehrath, but it was really working for her.

"Holster," she said.

Obediently, he unbuckled the holster from around his waist and then let it fall. He reached for the buckle of his belt—god, Vehrath wore a lot of clothing, didn't he?—but Riley said—

"Collar, Vehrath."

Vehrath blinked at her, startled, and then moved his hands to the clasp at the base of his throat, popping open the catch. Flushing deeply and looking away from her, he pulled the edges of his leather collar apart—oh, yes, there was definitely some sort of neck thing going on, Riley decided. He pulled the collar the rest of the way off, spiked shoulder guards slipping from his shoulders, and then dropped the entire cape on the floor.

His hands fell to the buckle of his belt again, and an expression of apprehension clouded his face. His fingers stilled on the buckle as the look of apprehension deepened.

Fuck, he was getting nervous again, wasn't he? Were they going too fast? Too slow? He was the only one who was partially undressed—maybe that was what was freaking him out?

Bare hands, feet, and neck might not be what Riley would normally call almost naked, but on Vehrath, who she'd never even seen without shoulder spikes before, the effect was sort of startlingly provocative. And if his species did have some kind of cultural modesty standard involving necks—or if (interesting thought) necks were an erogenous zone—then possibly telling him to take off his collar had been too much too soon? Too much focus on him, maybe?

"Vehrath," Riley said.

He looked up at her, eyes focusing on her face.

She placed the ray gun gently beside her on the bed and pulled her blouse over her head.

She heard Vehrath's breath hitch in http://shop.minecraftcommand.science/forum/console/topics/whos-better

his throat. She tossed her blouse to the floor beside her and looked over at him, watching his eyes land on the curve of her shoulders.

She continued, unclasping her bra and letting it fall to the floor, stepping out of her flats, and then pulling her skirt down and stepping over it.

Wearing only a pair of black lace underwear, she looked over at Vehrath to find him staring slack-jawed at her. She smiled at him.

"Come here." She said.

He came to her. She kissed him, holding him by his shoulders that were now free of spikes. He drew a sharp breath, then reached for her, one hand going to cradle the back of her neck, the other trailing down Riley's throat.

God, his hands on her skin. She wanted more of that; she wanted all of that.

He broke away and put his lips to her throat. Riley shuddered at the sensation and reached up to wrap her own hand around the back of his neck, holding him in place, pulling him to her harder. He moaned at that, and moaned again when she scratched her nails lightly down the back of his neck.

This was wonderful, but it was too slow. Riley wanted more, now.

She grabbed him by the shoulders and shoved him so that the backs of his knees hit the edge of the mattress and he toppled back onto the bed with a startled noise. She climbed into his lap, knees on either side of his narrow hips, pushed him down into the mattress with one hand in the center of his chest, and leaned down to kiss him hard and fast, her breasts pressed against his leather-clad chest. He made another startled noise.

She reached down and unbuckled Vehrath's belt, blind and one-handed and more than a little rough. He made that startled sound again.

She sat up, one hand still planted on his chest, pressing him down.

"Clothes need to be off, now," she said, and then, deciding it was best to lead by example, swung herself off of his lap to remove her panties.

"Yes," Vehrath said, both hands going behind his back to unzip his shirt—ooh, he was flexible, "but. Well. It occurs to me that—"

Jesus, was he wearing another shirt underneath his first shirt?

"Why the hell do you wear so many goddamn layers?" Riley asked in exasperation.

She wanted to touch him, damn it, and all these stupid clothes of his were getting in her way.

"There are several reasons—special fabric—functions as armor—but—"

He lifted his hips to unzip the back of his pants and pulled them off and hell fucking no, the undershirt thing was an entire undersuit? Was he ever going to be naked?

"But that's not really—you see, there's something—"

He began to pull his arms out of the undersuit; Riley grabbed the length of rope where she left it on the bed beside them.

"—something that I just feel I should mention—" His eyes fell on the rope in her hands. "Ah—"

"Put your hands over your head," Riley said, reaching over him to loop the rope through the top bar of the iron headboard. He was still not naked—he had pulled the undersuit down to his waist but no further—but Riley was tired of waiting. Besides, she rather thought she might enjoy undressing him the rest of the way once his hands were secure.

"I—" Vehrath swallowed and put his hands over his head; Riley tied the rope to his wrists. "Ah, what was I—right, yes—the thing that I really feel that I should mention—"

Riley ran a single fingertip down the side of his throat. He arched up into the pressure, eyes going unfocused, stuttering into silence.

"So I was right," Riley said smugly. "About the neck thing."

"The—the neck thing?"

"The high collars," Riley said. "They're not just a cultural norm."

"What—"

"This—" she leaned down and licked a stripe up his neck, then whispered in his ear, "—is an erogenous zone." She punctuated the words with a nip to his ear.

Vehrath whined.

Riley sat up enough to look into his face.

"Your ears, too?" she asked.

"Nerve endings—the whole area—"

"Really?" Riley asked delightedly. "How far up does it go? How far down does it go?"

"Ah, down to my—my collarbone and shoulders—all of my ears and—up to the lambdoid suture of my skull—ah!"

He cut himself off as Riley, a practiced medic well versed in human and various alien anatomies, made an educated guess based on the general shape of Vehrath's head as to where his lambdoid structure was located—there, she thought, right there, where it curved like it was meant to fit perfectly into her palms—and slid her hands into the hair behind his head, cupping it.

"Here?" she asked sweetly as Vehrath pressed back into her hands, eyes fluttering closed, mouth falling open.

"Yes, yes there, exactly there oh god," Vehrath said.

Riley pressed her thumbs a little harder into his skin and then used her hands on the back of his head to tip his face up for a kiss.

And he just let her, let her tilt his head precisely as she wanted, let her thrust her tongue into his mouth.

She smoothed her hands down from his head over his neck to his shoulders. The way that his hands were tied meant she didn't have full access to his shoulders, but he said collarbone, too, didn't he? Riley moved down from kissing his mouth to bite his collarbone. He jerked beneath her, so she did it again, harder this time, sucking at the skin.

"You're going—going to leave a mark if you keep doing that," Vehrath said, sounding breathless and sort of shocked.

Riley bit down one more time and then stopped to look at his face.

"Yeah," she said, "That's kind of the point."

Vehrath's expression definitely went shocked at that.

"But someone could see," he said, eyes wide, and ah, here was the cultural modesty standard thing again. This was going to be fun.

"Not here, they won't," Riley said, tracing the little purple mark her mouth had left on his collarbone. "The shoulder guards will cover that. And here—" (she bit the side of his neck and Vehrath hissed and jerked in his restraints) "—your collar will cover that. Nobody will be able to see them." She trailed her fingers up from the first mark to the second one. "But I'll know they're there. And you'll know that they're there. Won't you? Every time you turn your head or move your shoulders you're going to remember that they're there; going to remember how you got them, how I tied you to your bed and marked you."

Vehrath's breathing had gone shallow, his eyes dark.

"Oh," he said.

"Now if I put a mark—" (she leaned down until her mouth was hovering just above the base of his throat, stayed there for a long moment, and then pressed a quick, teasing kiss to the skin there) "—here—well. Your suit doesn't cover there, does it? Everyone would be able to see it if I marked you there." She kissed the same spot again, placing her mouth on his skin and holding herself there.

"Oh," Vehrath said again, the sound of his voice vibrating underneath her mouth.

She let her lips part, pressed an open mouthed kiss with a hint of teeth to his throat. Vehrath made a soft, needy sound and pushed up into the kiss. Riley bit him obligingly, sucking his skin hard until he cried out, and then sat up to admire her handiwork.

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