kinkfest | Every Touch (Phoenix Wright, Franziska/Phoenix, NC-17)

Title: Every Touch
Author/Artist:

rosehiptea
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Het smut, BDSM, total PWP
Word count: 591
Summary: It's all about following the rules, unless it's about breaking them.
A/N: For the prompt: Phoenix Wright, Franziska/Phoenix: Bondage and whipping - "You make me hard when I'm all soft inside."

They have reached a place where the rules are different. No one can tell Franziska what to do here, save for perhaps one person. Phoenix has a word buried in the back of his brain that never passes his lips.

She needs him stripped, wants to see his bare shoulders slumped in resignation, his slim waist as the whip circles it. Phoenix always faces away from her, so that her body cannot distract him from the stinging pain of the strokes. He has the marred whiteness of the wall memorized, but he doesn’t think he could stand to see the fury and contempt that is still in her expression. His cock is so hard it hurts him, and he shifts his hips with every touch of the whip.

He doesn’t touch her, not when she does this. A part of his mind feels her there, and he knows her scent and the sound of her voice as she scolds him for his weakness, but he doesn’t let himself reach for her now. But he can only bear the pressure so long.

When she sees him move to touch himself, she gives him another red stripe across his hand.

“I need to come…” he states, trying not to beg. His pale body is taut and he is already leaking from his tip.

“Tell me your secret,” she says to him.

“Please,” he answers, shuddering because he is nearly there, nearly.

“Tell me,” she insists. There are too many secrets, and he has told them all, every dark bit, and she still wraps the whip around his wrist.

“If you do… I’ll let you fuck me,” she says. That’s the part that kills him, just the thought of her skin finally touching his. He comes, semen spilling on the floor as she gives him one more lash for his shame.

And she isn’t lying, though she has her own rules for this. He has to ask in just the right way, beg with the exact words, and of course to tie her wrists so that she can’t fight him. She knows how to stop him but it’s very important to pretend that she doesn’t, to pretend that she must allow him to do all this.

This is too heavy and words are too light, so he stops talking as he sucks at her small tight nipples. He can’t even tell what she is really thinking as he thrusts his fingers into her until she yanks at the bonds. For himself he pretends that it’s all about this, the slick heat and the smell of sex.

She says nothing either, not even when he spreads her wide and pushes his cock, hard again, inside her. He begs her for no secrets, not even when he is thrusting himself into so hard he is certain it must hurt.

Her hands still bound, she is at his mercy. “I need to come.” She says it silently, so that he won’t hear. But he finds her clit anyway, rubs her, and grants her the release she knows she doesn’t really deserve. His tip is still on her and she coats it with wetness, and he lets himself slide into her cunt one more time to climax again. Phoenix releases her and moves away. They are both breathless, both weak, and he isn’t supposed to look at her now.

Here the rules are different. And later, when he touches her reddened wrists with concern and she kisses the worst of his lashes gently, they break the last one.