#this isn't my first rodeo but it's my first time with reece

[crusheswhimsandfancies]

Mr Warren fic below the cut. Be warned - it’s explicit! Not for minors! 

Mr Warren had her right where he wanted her. She was laid naked on the rack, arms tied above her head. Her legs were spread, bent at the knees and shackled at the ankles. She surveyed him walking around her, shivering with anticipation about where he might touch her. She was positioned at the perfect height to observe his tightly buttoned torso as he deliberated, looking from her to his table of toys and back again. His long, wavy locks tickled her bare skin each time he lowered his head to kiss her; on her stomach, her hip, her inner thigh… oh god she was aching for him to move closer between her legs. She couldn’t move much. He had bound her securely but comfortably, checking with her that the shackles weren’t too tight. She wanted his touch, his fingers inside her, his mouth all over her body. She was on fire for him and he’d barely even started. 

He lowered his lips level with her ear and spoke in the silkiest voice imaginable. “Didst thou cavort with the devil?”

Her breathing hitched at the sound of his voice and she managed to make a small nod. 

Slow and smooth, he spoke again. “Art thou filled with wicked thoughts?”

She could only murmur her assent. 

In a whisper now, he played with every syllable. “Wouldst thou like to live deliciously?”

“Oh Reece, you know that drives me wild!”

“Tut tut, wench!” He replied, dangerously quiet. “It is ‘Mr Warren’, to you. I know not this ‘Reece’ of whom you speak.” 

“Sorry!” She smirked. “I couldn’t help—“

“Shhh,” he  whispered softly and placed his forefinger gently on her lips. 

She loved that he had the ability to maintain his character. As she was musing over his many talents he slid two fingers inside her. She bit her lip and closed her eyes, relishing the sensation of his fingers fucking her. While she lay quivering with delight and desperate for more, he stopped, licked his lips devilishly, then placed the tip of his index finger to his teeth as he perused his table of toys. His hand moved down, fingering lightly over handcuffs, feathers, a blindfold, a riding crop. Arriving at the nipple clamps, he paused as though weighing his options, then picked them up.

He lay the two clamps on her stomach. They were attached together with a delicate metal chain which felt cold against her flushed skin. He rolled her nipples between his forefingers and thumbs and they stood obediently to attention; she sighed her approval. He attached the clamps to her nipples, tentatively allowing them to close, all the while surveying her face with microscopic precision, only wishing to prescribe the required dose of pleasurable pain. She did not dare speak lest she utter his real name again but an approving moan escaped her lips. 

His fingers returned to their welcome place between her thighs, this time circling her clitoris, she was slick, swollen and ready for his touch. With his other hand he gave the attached chain a small tug, leaving her utterly breathless. He tended to her diligently, each of his hands eager in its task, causing waves of pleasure to build deep in her core. Completely at his mercy, she looked up into his face, beautifully framed by long, dark curls. As he brought her to orgasm, his penetrating blue eyes narrowed into a cat-like smile. 

He unfastened her ankles and ran his warm, soft hands down the insides of her thighs. She thrilled at his touch in this vulnerable position, her nerve endings sensitive from her orgasm. He gently removed the clamps, released her wrists and held her hands as he helped her sit up. She could finally run her fingers through his curls and kiss his plump, pouty lips. He held her head tenderly as they kissed and nuzzled for a moment. She felt completely blissed out, her legs dangling over the edge of the rack as he stood in front of her, fixing her with his baby blues. 

Eventually she spoke. “Mr Warren, it appears that we have some unfinished business to attend to.” She set about unfastening his trousers and grasped his throbbing cock. He held her eye contact, smiling and spoke softly. “Then open up and let the devil in.” Standing between her open thighs he pushed himself inside her. Catching their breath, they held still for a moment, her legs wrapped tightly around his body. She held onto his shoulders, feeling the soft, warm leather of his tunic with her hands as the metal buttons from his neck to pelvis pressed into her front. His breathing turned to growling in her ear as his pace quickened. Neither of them able to maintain it for long, he allowed himself his release, holding tightly onto her. 

He let go only to grab his cloak from the other table, wrapped her gently in it and kissed her. She sat being cradled by him for a moment. 

“Come on,” he said gently. “We ought to go, before anyone comes.”

“True.” She hopped down and dressed quickly, back into her jeans and jumper. “We don’t need anyone else coming in here.”

“Exactly. Just a devil and a whore.” He gave her a quick eyebrow raise and a smile. 

“Why don’t you bring the costume home?” She suggested coyly. “Now that you’ve finished filming, I mean. It might come in useful for Halloween… or something.”