Monkey's Revenge by slinkypsychokit
 
 
Chapter #1 - Monkey's Revenge
 
Title: Monkey’s Revenge

Author: Slinkypsychokit

Rated NC-17 for unrepentant smut language, strong sexual content, blood play and light BDSM.

Word count: 640

Disclaimer: Same as always, I own nothing.

Thanks again to the fabulous Spikeslovebite for the rapid beta.

A/N: This is actually a sequel (though just under 750 words) written for redwulf50. It's my first time ever writing something like this scene though I have written smut before. This one is just a tiny bit darker than my usual fare. Lemme know what you guys think of it? I'm actually really nervous about posting it.

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The cold steel of the handcuffs biting into her skin went unnoticed by the woman lying in a pool of her own sweat and overwhelming arousal. Her tiny pink tongue darted out to swipe at parched lips too long denied wet, luxuriant kisses. Some small fluttering of movement against one bare, moisture-beaded thigh had her trembling in anticipation. A soft moan escaped her lips as her back arched.



A low, deep chuckle followed her actions, its rumbling quality setting her further aflame as it slid through her. The bastard was teasing her! Worse, she knew she deserved it for what she’d done. Begged for it, in fact.



Desperate for some type of friction against her needy, quivering flesh, she attempted to discreetly press and rub her thighs together. A low growl of warning, accompanied by a sharp slap directly between her legs, sent her arching, writhing, gasping to the tune of straining metal as the cuffs threatened to tear from their moorings.



One hand curled around her thigh, another firmly gripping her hip with enough force to leave bruises, and she was slammed back down against the mattress. She should have been angry with him. Instead, the rough action only served to ratchet her already heightened arousal through the roof. If only she could see…



“Don’t move,” his so-deep voice commanded while the darkness behind the silken cloth covering her eyes kept her from seeing his face. She opened her mouth to ask how the hell she was supposed to be still when he kept doing things to her. Before she could so much as squeak, a finger was pressed to her lips. “No talking, either. I believe that mouth of yours has got you into more than enough trouble, don’t you? Nod that you understand.”



She nodded dutifully, a smile tugging at the corner of her lips as her tongue slid out to wrap around the finger pressed there. A hiss told her he was not unaffected by the display. For a moment, she reveled in the simple act of making love to his finger with her lips and tongue. A slight graze of teeth in just the right place, telling him exactly what another part of his anatomy was missing out on.



As though he had finally realized what she was doing, he jerked his hand back with an indignant cry of, “’at’s bloody well cheating, Slayer, and you know it. I oughtta just leave you here to stew in your own…” A wet finger glided down the ridge of her collarbone, down between her breasts, past her belly button and ending in another sharp slap to her satin-covered sex. “Juices,” he finished as she once more arched upward with a hoarse shriek.



A second later, the shriek grew loud enough to summon every dog in the state as needle-sharp fangs sank gleefully into her upper left thigh. The world exploded, and she along with it. Metal screamed as the cuffs finally gave under her unequivocal strength. Silk tore as it was wrenched from her body. Three long, calloused fingers thrust into her dripping, clenching pussy.



Those fingers. Those deliciously wicked fingers sawed in and out of her at a maddening pace. He’d stopped drinking, his fangs just resting inside her tender flesh as he watched the orgasm roll through her in endless waves. She was never more magnificent than when in the throes of unmitigated passion. Fighting, fucking, whatever took her to the edge; left her there teetering for a moment only to shove her off in the space of her next heartbeat. Above all, she was his.