Fluff and Spice: Secondo Spice II
Papa II Secondo Emeritus x fem!reader - Part 2 of 2
Rating: Explicit, lemon, etc. Minors DNI!
Word Count: 6,500
Warnings: Alcohol, negotion of kink, spanking, brief naked woman and clothed male, oral sex (fem receiving), biting, brief mention of blood, restraints, begging, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, mention of squirting, creampie, cum eating if you squint
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Prompt: "Do you think I don't see the way you look at me?" (Continued)
8:55 pm found you approaching Secondo's quarters with a knot in your stomach.
You weren't nervous, per se…
Actually, what the hell. You were nervous. You were nervous about having sex with Secondo. You were nervous about exploring your masochistic side… if you even had one. You were even nervous about being in the Clergy wing of the Ministry. Frankly, it was a wonder you hadn't run screaming yet. You were terrified.
"Ah, there you are," Secondo greeted, opening the door and stepping partially outside. He was fully dressed in the same outfit he had worn that day and the sight put you at ease somehow... though the top few buttons of the shirt were now undone, showing off a mouthwatering hint of chest hair. "I was starting to worry, dolcezza."
"Worry?" you echoed, giving a little laugh as if you hadn't been half a second away from scurrying back to your room. "Nothing to worry about."
Secondo's hum of agreement sounded skeptical to your ears, but you weren't feeling confident enough to call him out on it. He stepped back, politely holding the door open while allowing you to enter his quarters.
You stepped through a small entryway and into a living room that was as nice as you would expect for a Papa - current or prior. Sumptuous, you thought the word was. At least, that's how they would have described it in the classic novels you had read back in school. The word had apparently stuck with you.
It was all rich fabrics and wood polished to a deep shine, lit by warm lamps whose light was absorbed entirely by the thick carpets underfoot. There were a few personal touches around the room that helped distract you from your own nerves - a neat needlepoint framed on the wall, a cozy crocheted blanket draped over the back of the couch, a stunningly ugly ruffled pillow on the chair.
"Wine?" Secondo asked, brushing past you so closely that you had to suppress a shiver. There was a condensation-beaded bottle waiting on the counter of a kitchenette, two wine glasses beside it. You nodded and he poured you a generous glass.
"Let's get comfortable," he suggested, handing over the wine glass and ushering you to the deep sofa.
It was smaller than it looked, especially when Secondo stretched out his free arm along the couch behind you. Your leg was pressed against his from hip to knee and your pinky brushed the heavy muscle of his thigh if you weren't careful.
It was amazing how often you weren't careful.
As you took a fortifying gulp of the wine, Secondo's gaze tracked the movement and he licked his lips. After a quick clear of his throat, he asked, "Did you think about your limits today?"
You took a final sip of wine before you set the glass down on the marble coffee table and turned to face him directly. "I don't like being called names. I don't want to call anyone 'daddy'. I have a trick knee - the right one, from an old ACL injury, so I can't do anything that puts too much uneven weight or pressure on it. I don't want any permanent marks or injuries that won't heal in a week or less."
"Is that everything?" Secondo prompted when you trailed off.
You weren't sure how to answer that - Secondo had been right about how many things could be considered masochism. Did he want you to list literally everything that you didn't want to try right now? Or could you say no in the moment?
Apparently sensing that you were floundering, Secondo offered, "Perhaps I should tell you my plans for this evening and you can let me know if you have any objections."
You nodded hesitantly and he started describing what he would do to you.
Negotiations were an important part of the kink community, you knew that. You had also thought that it probably removed some sense of romance or spontaneity. That was kind of the point, but you had assumed that it changed sex from two people doing whatever felt right to marking items off a checklist.
You had been wrong. So very wrong.
Listening to Secondo list all of the things he planned to do with you, to you… it was thrilling. About a minute into his explanation, you had to pick your wineglass up again. The wine was too good to be gulped, but you had to do something to quench the fire in the pit of your stomach. You were burning alive, it was the only way you could be this hot.
Secondo reached out to tap the bottom of the glass during your next sip. "I want you to enjoy your wine, but I do need you to be reasonably sober for tonight. If you aren't, we will have to postpone this to another night. I can wait, but…" His mismatched gaze traveled over you, catching briefly on your lips and breasts. His voice was lower when he finished, "…it would not be my preference."
No matter how good the wine was, it wasn't worth delaying your time with Secondo. You set the glass back on the coffee table, maintaining eye contact with him the whole time. "Where were we?"
Secondo's lips twitched into a small smile. "I believe I was about to address your final limit: I will not ask you to address me as 'daddy'." His smile grew, eyes sparkling as he added, "I believe 'Papa' will do very well. That will be how you address me tonight."
You shook your head at his antics, smiling despite yourself. Secondo leaned forward slightly, smile widening. "Refusing an order already, dolcezza?"
You stared at him, breath catching in your throat. Were you starting already? Were you… ready for this? "Well… Secondo…"
Ironically, it was probably the first and only time you had ever used his name instead of referring to him as 'Papa', but you could be daring. Especially if it got you straight to the punishment part of things.
When had you decided you were eager for that?
Before you could get too wrapped up in your own thoughts, Secondo gripped your thigh just above your (good) knee and gave it a firm squeeze. "Last chance."
You pursed your lips as if in thought and deliberately didn't say anything.
Secondo grinned, a brief flash of teeth. "We'll start you with ten easy ones, since this is your first infraction. I'll even let you keep all your clothes on."
His hand left your thigh to pat his, watching you expectantly. You took a deep breath - not to stall for more time, but in hopes of making yourself look less desperately eager. When you had eased yourself over his knee, Secondo growled a low, "Good girl."
One palm settled over the back of your neck, pressing your head down to where your hands on the couch supported your upper half.
"Five light spanks. If you do well and remember to thank me after each - and thank me correctly - we'll see about how hard the others will be."
The anticipation had you nearly squirming as you waited for the first spank. When it did come, the sound of his palm on your asscheek was far worse than the feeling of it, but you jolted so hard you almost fell from his lap.
Secondo paused, and the silence felt pointed. "What do you say, dolcezza?"
You took a long moment to answer, your mouth so dry you had to swallow uncomfortably first. "Thank you, Papa."
"Very good."
The heat of humiliation in your face was matched by the burn of the second slap, this one hitting the seam of your ass so that both cheeks bounced with it. And when he paused, you knew exactly what to say: "Thank you, Papa."
The last three continued much as the first two had - not too hard, more embarrassing than painful. You thanked him politely after each one and he accepted your thanks with a compliment. It all went exactly as he had explained that it would, and the only surprise was how quickly your core went liquid from it.
As the sound faded from the fifth spank and your properly-addressed gratitude, you sat in silence, vacantly awaiting the next slap until Secondo's hand rested on your ass. After giving you heated cheek a little rub, he plucked at the waistband of your pants and said, "These should come off for the next five."
It took you a moment to react, focused as you were on the combined throb of everything between your waist and thighs. When you did remember that your muscles were attached to your brain, you scrambled to obey, fumbling at the fastenings and wriggling as you tried to extricate the clothing from beneath your own hips.
Secondo's hand came down again - not on your ass, but your thigh. Your upper thigh. Your upper inner thigh. He carefully grabbed a fistful of the fabric and tugged it down your legs, the angle allowing him much more success than you had. You kicked your feet a little to help him get the pants off entirely, but you were hyper-focused on your own arousal.
Years at the Ministry had helped you unlearn a lot of shame surrounding your sexuality, but you were still mildly embarrassed at the idea of him feeling how damp you were. You sent a silent prayer to whoever may be listening that your… excitement hadn't worked its way down that far.
"Lovely," Secondo complimented, tracing a seam of your panties that ran over the swell of your cheeks. "But you would be even more lovely bare."
Your thighs pressed together at the idea - more for the sake of friction than shyness, but Secondo tutted in disappointment.
"You won't take them off for me?" You had opened your mouth to confirm that you most certainly would, but immediately lost your train of thought when you felt his fingertip trace that seam down and between your legs. Since your lips were already parted, your shaky gasp was fully audible.
Whether because of your gasp or because of the way your thighs had fallen open at his touch, Secondo let out a low laugh. The pit of your stomach clenched so hard that you were almost nauseous with it.
"Secondo?" you asked hesitantly.
Something in your tone must have warned him that you were speaking outside of the context of the scene. Rather than chide you for using his name, Secondo pulled his hand away from you entirely. "Is something wrong?"
"No, I just… I have a question." At his curious noise, you explained, "I'm aching. Is… Sorry, I really am enjoying this, but could we… speed things up a little?"
Secondo laughed, a darkly satisfied sound. "Normally, I would say no. After all, delaying pleasure is a form of masochism. But because you're new to this and because you asked so prettily…"
He hooked a finger under the gusset of your panties and - while you were still shivering at the way the touch brushed over the pouting lips of your sex - tugged them down until they disappeared from your legs altogether. The cool air of the room felt icy against the heat boiling off of you. An instant later, Secondo dragged fingertips over your core and held them up for your inspection.
"'Enjoying this' might be an understatement," he told you, audibly smirking. Looking at the shine on his fingertips, you couldn't blame him. "You're dripping for me. Five more. We'll do them faster, so there's no need to count."
You nodded but turned to glance back over your shoulder at him when he didn't move right away. The sight of his fingers in his mouth punched a low, needy sound out of you. Your body throbbed hard enough that all you could do was press your face back against the couch and pray that he hurried.
The first spank was a firm one, hitting at the spot where your asscheek met your thigh, but angled up so that the rounded fat of your ass bounced with it. He repeated the trick with the opposite cheek, then positioned his hand to clap against the swell of both cheeks at the same time. Your face was burning almost as hot as your ass by that point, and it was all you could do to remember to breathe.
The fourth slap struck in exactly the same place as the third had, stoking the building fire that was urging you toward desperation. When the fifth and final spank hit far enough between your legs that it caught the very edge of your cunt, you let out a needy moan and writhed on Secondo's lap.
"How are you feeling, dolcezza?" Secondo asked.
You gave a disbelieving huff. Your brain was melting and he wanted you to speak? It wasn't going to happen, so you just gave a nod and hoped he could interpret it from there.
With steady hands and strong arms, Secondo helped you to your feet. Your ass was hot, your knees were shaking, and your breathing was unsteady, but all of it paled in comparison to the throbbing heat between your thighs. It felt like you were going to melt with it, but only if you didn't explode with the pressure first.
"You were so good for me," Secondo praised, touching you lightly on the shoulder. You bit your lip to hold back the desperate little sound that tried to slip free. "Will you keep being my good girl?"
You nodded. "Yes, Papa. I'll be good. Please, just… touch me."
"That will come soon. And so will you." With those tempting promises, Secondo beckoned for you to follow him. You swore he was walking at a ridiculously slow pace, but he eventually led you to his bedroom. "Lay down."
You did as he ordered, crawling to the middle of the bed and watching raptly as he unbuttoned the few remaining buttons of his dress shirt, then sat on the edge of the bed to remove his socks.
You didn't realize that you had reached for him until he turned to eye you with a stern look. "I did not request for you to help me. Lay back down."
He stood again to unfasten and take off his pants. If he had been wearing underwear, he had removed them with the pants. It was a little validating to see that his cock was reddened and visibly hard. If you were turned on by the spanking, at least you weren't the only one.
Secondo joined you on the bed, resting on one elbow while he dropped a searing kiss on you… only to pull back when you laid your hand on his chest.
"I still did not give you permission to touch me, principessa. Do not do it again, not until I say you may."
Your complaint was stifled by another kiss, but it didn't take long for you to forget again. The arousal fogging your brain urged you to take him in your hand, but your fingertips had scarcely grazed his weeping head when Secondo took hold of your wrists and pinned them to either side of your head.
"If this weren't your first time with me, I would punish you for that." You nodded, trying to focus on anything other than the way he was perched above you. He was close. So close… Your hips rolled up of their own volition, seeking friction of any kind against your core. Secondo bit back a curse and lifted further onto his knees, pulling himself fully out of reach. "Do you need help remembering?"
You nodded again and he rolled away from you. In a moment, he had come back holding what looked like two archery bracers. "These are cuffs, but not in the usual sense. You can get out of them if you choose to. Much more comfortable than traditional handcuffs. Do you want to wear them? Answer verbally."
"Yes," you croaked, then cleared your throat and tried again. "I want to wear them."
"Tell me if they're too tight," Secondo instructed, already fastening them on your forearms.
The cuffs were made of a light metal, comfortable against your skin with an interior that was smooth and slightly padded. They fastened together with velcro, easily removed if you needed to. Secondo pulled one of your arms over your head, and you felt the magnetic pull of the cuff against his headboard.
"Magnets in the cuffs and in the headboard," he explained, pulling your arm onto and away from the headboard a few times so you could get a feel for it. "Nothing strong enough that you can't get away, but it will help you remember to keep your hands to yourself."
You folded your arms together and up over your head, letting the magnetized cuffs hold them to the headboard. Secondo grinned at you. "My good girl."
He kissed you then, stealing your breath with the intensity of it until you were dizzy.
Just before you would have been forced to move away and catch your breath, Secondo pulled back and dipped down to press a kiss to your jaw, then your neck, then just below your collarbone. He worked his way down, dropping a winding collection of kisses along his path but steadfastly avoiding all of the places where you were throbbing for him.
After he pressed a kiss to the roundness of your belly below your naval, he skipped everything else and moved down to your knees. You tugged at the magnetic pull of the cuffs against the headboard, grumbling under your breath.
"Something you'd like to say?" Secondo asked. When you looked down your body at him, his mismatched eyes were focused on your face. His expression was neutral, but something in it warned that he was looking for a reason to punish you. You slowly shook your head. "I didn't think so."
He pressed his lips to the inside of your knee, then an inch or so higher, then again and again until he had almost reached the place where you were most desperate for him. Secondo paused just in front of your cunt and you shivered in anticipation.
However, he looked up at you instead of moving any further, one brow arching. "I don't want you to come without me, dolcezza. You'll tell me when you're close."
You nodded, but the brow only arched farther. In a voice that held an embarrassingly strangled edge, you said, "Yes! I will, Papa. Please…"
"Shhh," he soothed, the breeze that accompanied the sound icy against the boiling heat of your core. Your head tipped back as you struggled against the nearly overwhelming need. "Eyes on me."
You groaned, picking your head back up with effort. The moment your eyes met his, Secondo surged forward against your cunt, licking a wide stripe straight up the center of you.
The slight magnetic pull of the cuffs against the headboard wasn't enough to keep you from breaking fully away, but you slammed your forearms back to their previous position before Secondo could stop to berate you. You weren't willing to risk the stimulation you had just won after so much effort.
For his part, Secondo continued as if you hadn't moved a single muscle. Apparently zeroing in on the most sensitive spot he could find, he paid special attention to your clit. He licked it long and slow before taking it between his pursed lips and sucking gently. You weren't nearly as collected as he was, arching and groaning, doing your best not to clamp your thighs around Secondo's head so tightly that he found himself unable to move.
In the onslaught of sensation, the coil of an orgasm appeared heavy in the pit of your stomach, tightening further and further until you couldn't risk staying silent another moment. "Secondo, I'm close!"
He backed off immediately, seemingly unbothered by the way you writhed beneath him. The bredth of Secondo's shoulders held your legs parted wide around him, and he watched the desperate pulsing between your legs with idle interest. "Thank you for letting me know."
Dimly, you wondered if you could hold him in place long enough to get yourself off by grinding on the lovely curve of his nose. Probably not - his bald head wouldn't give you the grip or leverage you needed to keep him where you needed him.
"Now, for taking your hands off the headboard and forgetting to address me as 'Papa'," he murmured as you tensed in preparation for more edging. Instead, he struck - quick as a snake - and sank his teeth into the delicate skin on the inside of your thigh.
You cried out, arching up to stare down at Secondo. His jaw worked as he bit you, tongue soothing all the while, but his smug eyes flicked up to meet yours. It wasn't until you settled back on the pillow that you realized what he had seen to make him so self-satisfied - even in the rush of your reaction, you had instinctively kept your wrists in place against the headboard.
When he released you, Secondo gave his work an appreciative look, darted a final lick against your sensitive clit, and levered himself up and over you. He kissed you, your mouth filling with your own taste combined with a slight edge of copper.
He broke the kiss when you rolled your hips up far enough to press him against your lower lips. "Are you ready for me?"
You stared up at him in disbelief, so certain the question was rhetorical that you didn't bother to answer. You were panting, legs spread far enough to display your new bite mark and the wetness that had probably reached the mattress by now. Your nipples were puckered as tightly as they possibly could be, begging for his touch, and goosebumps raced over your skin at the dark look in his eyes.
An arch of a single brow warned that he was actually waiting for an answer and you struggled to speak past a tongue that felt like it had gone thick and clumsy with lust. "Yes. Ready. Need- I need you, Papa."
The expectant look on his face faded into a smirk. "Then beg."
"B- what?"
"Beg," he repeated, not elaborating further.
You huffed out a breath. "Please."
A smile curved his lips as his mismatched eyes danced. "Very good manners, but it's not begging."
"Oh, Papa," you started, tonelessly deadpan despite the truth of your words, "please fuck me. I think I'll die without you."
Secondo shook his head, still smiling as he sighed. "If you're not taking this seriously, perhaps we should cut things short-"
"No!" you rushed out, horrified at the idea of him stopping. The words poured out of you when he turned back to you. "Please, Papa, please. Fuck me. I'll be good for you - so good! Please, I- I don't think I'd survive if you stopped now."
"There you are," he said, though you almost didn't hear it in the haze of desperation.
That desperation only built when he reached down between you, placing the head of his cock against your entrance. You were making tiny encouraging noises up until the moment when he thrust into you.
The sound you made at the feeling of Secondo sheathed inside of you was full-throated and loud. Any thought of self-consciousness had gone completely out of your head over the course of the evening. You were entirely lost at how incredible it was.
Secondo paused when he was inside of you as deep as he could get. With a crooked smile, he stirred his hips slightly and your face went hot at how even the slight movement created humiliating noises in the slickness.
"You needed this. Didn't you, dolcezza?" Secondo's voice was heavy with satisfaction. "With how very wet you are for me, I'm surprised you didn't throw yourself at my feet months ago, pleading for a night in my bed."
"Maybe anyone would have worked," you suggested, breathless at your own daring.
"Is that so?" he asked, giving a thrust so sharp that your eyes fluttered shut for a moment before you remembered to open them again. "We'll see. My nmae is the one you'll be screaming by the end of this."
That delicious threat made you tighten around him. Secondo - buried as deeply as he was - chuckled as he felt your helpless reaction to him.
"Your body has given me its permission," he said, ducking his head a little to catch your gaze. "Does your mind agree?"
"Yes," you said, and for some reason it came out in a whisper. "Please."
He grinned, savage and victorious as he set a punishing rhythm. His hips darted forward and back at unbelievable speed, thrusting his entire length into you and out again before you could fully adjust to being either full or empty.
You were left gasping as your mind tried to adjust to it, but your body knew exactly what to do. Your hips rolled up to meet him, turning every press of his hips into a slam that forced him as far inside you as physically possible. Your quickened breaths pushed your breasts into the air. Secondo seemed to take this as an offering to him personally, dipping down every so often to press a kiss or lick or nibble against one or the other.
The sound of sex had never been something you found attractive before, not for its own sake. But for whatever reason, this cacophonic combination of grunts, heavy breathing, and your bodies colliding was the perfect backdrop for the pleasure, grounding you just enough that you never fully faded into the wash of sensation.
"Papa," you said suddenly, twitching against the cuffs hard enough that you were surprised not to have broken the magnetic tension. "Papa, I'm close. I'm going to come."
In answer, he only gripped your hips tighter and slammed into you hard enough that your teeth clicked together to hold back a cry. You couldn't keep your composure under the assault of pleasure and you were falling apart around him only a few strokes later.
Secondo's hips pressed into the cradle of yours, stilling to hold himself firmly against you. As the waves of your orgasm faded, he latched onto the delicate place just below your right ear, leaving a deep impression of his teeth as you whined. Your body launched into an aftershock so strong you thought you had come again.
You were panting and trembling by the time he released your neck, pullling back to look at you. After a croaking false start, you asked, "Did you come?"
Secondo shook his head, smiling. "Did you think we were done already, dolcezza? I believe I promised to make you scream."
"You-"
It was as far as you got before Secondo grabbed your waist and bodily flipped you over, detaching your hands from the headboard with the movement. You opened your mouth to ask whether he wanted you to keep them magnetized, but it came out as a rasping groan as Secondo buried himself in you again.
Secondo groaned, too. It was gratifying, in a way - to know that this man was affected by you in some way. Still, your cunt pulsed and twitched and throbbed around the intrusion, still shell-shocked by the recency of your orgasm.
You could feel your thighs trembling as Secondo hauled your hips upward, angling them perfectly to drive down into you. His knees between yours kept you spread wide for him, unable to do anything but take the steady pace that he set. You planted your elbows and forearms directly beneath your shoulders, trying to hold yourself in place so he didn't fuck you across the bed entirely.
Secondo's angle changed as his rhythm slowed, but he didn't come as you expected him to. Instead, he kept the steady pace and adjusted the height of your hips again. You were at the wrong angle to look back over your own shoulder at him, but you could see him dimly reflected in a framed picture on a far wall. His brow was furrowed into an expression of concentration as he made yet another minute change to the the driving of his hips.
"What'r- you doing?" you grunted out, speaking between thrusts to keep your voice from being garbled by the force of his body slamming into and against yours.
"Searching…" he explained absently, pressing against the small of your back until your hips lowered once more.
When you did, there was a new change: Secondo's hips kept their measured pace, but the press of him into and out of you felt… different. The pressure was incredible, almost unbearable, but it was followed by a pleasure so sharp and overwhelming that your inner muscles spasmed around him.
You felt Secondo's chuckle as much as you heard it. "Couldn't hide from me forever."
Before you could even think of a response, he had locked his hands around your hips, holding you steady so he could center his thrusts. The head of him brushed against that spot over and over and over again without a moment of mercy.
A strangled cry burst from you, feeling like it was ripped from the very bottom of your lungs. The sensation was so powerful that it stole your capacity for advanced thought. Every nerve in your body was singing so loudly that their song was almost a shout, the sensations bouncing between blinding pleasure and the rawness of 'too much'.
And then it was too much, the pressure building to a screaming wind inside of you. Half-blind from it, you tried to crawl away, ignoring that the headboard was blocking any escape. Secondo only held you tighter, leaning his upper body over yours until you were caged in his arms. With you helplessly pinned, he continued his merciless onslaught against your g-spot until you gasped and pushed back against him in a sudden surge of fear.
"Papa, I'm going to-"
"Come for me," Secondo urged, close enough that his lips brushed the unbitten side of your neck.
Well, you had actually been afraid you were going to pee, but your body thankfully decided to follow his orders instead.
Your body locked down around him, squeezing so hard that his rhythm finally stuttered, hips pressed tightly against your ass as he forced himself to the root in your pulsing core. Your mouth opened of its own volition, lips forced apart by the scream rising in your throat when Secondo bit you sharply.
This bite was on the opposite side of your neck than the first, positioned noticeably far back. Anyone who saw it would know exactly what you had been doing and how you had been pinned by your lover. And with your awkwardness in the kitchens that morning paired with the fierce gossip mill of the Ministry, there would be little doubt about who that lover was. They would know you had belonged - however briefly - to Secondo.
The mere thought of it brought your wail out into the open. You shouted his name so loudly you went hoarse, forgetting all about using his title in the haze of pleasure overwhelming your senses.
When the waves of your orgasm had finally faded, Secondo carefully released you from his bite, drawing back only far enough to press a kiss to the sensitive mark he had left. When you gave a little sigh in response, he started to withdraw from you equally carefully.
You swallowed against the rawness of your throat, asking in a raspy voice, "Did you come?"
Secondo paused, not inside of you anymore, but not far away. "No."
"Then we aren't done," you said as firmly as you could manage.
"You're sensitive, dolcezza," he cajoled. "Most people are after squirting. But I watched you truly let go. That is enough for me."
"I- what? Squirting is… that's a first for me. But…" You were already shaking your head as you searched for the words. "I couldn't live with myself if I let you make me feel so good and I didn't give you anything in return."
"I have gotten everything I had dreamed from our time together, and a great deal more." His fingertips traced lightly over a sore place on your asscheek. "Besides, it seems you will have plenty by which to remember me."
Well, if he was going to be coy, you would have to get crass. "Secondo, I want to feel you. I want you inside of me so deep I feel you for days. I want you to be dripping down my legs when I leave here, praying I don't actually leave a trail on the way back to my quarters. Please."
Secondo made a noise you had never heard from him; a low, punched-out sound that seemed almost painful in its intensity. In an instant, he was pressed back against you, crowding you with his hard length. You could feel the hot smear of precum joining the mess on your inner thighs and you shivered.
"Are you sure you want this?" he asked, trailing fingers over your entrance, pressing where you were the most sensitive. "I won't be gentle."
You nodded breathlessly, so turned on that you weren't sure you could speak. How was it possible to have come so hard so many times and still feel like your body would burn up with need if you didn't feel him inside of you?
Secondo took you at your figurative word, sheathing himself back inside of you with a single powerful thrust. You gasped, he groaned, and then there was nothing more to do than push back desperately to meet his pumping hips. The counterthrusts were maddening, turning each one into an explosion of sensation, simultaneously meeting your needs and driving them ever-higher.
Apparently, it was just as good for Secondo. A dozen strokes in, he leaned forward enough to growl, "I'm close. Still want me to fill you up, dolcezza?"
"Yes," you gasped and Secondo's grip on your hips tightened. "Oh, but-"
His movements slowed, though he must have been feeling even needier than you. You were half-covinced that you could feel the pulse of him inside of you.
The muscles of your core fluttered at the thought and Secondo grunted. "What is it?"
"I want to turn over." You could feel an odd tension in the silence and you added, "I want to watch you. I think you'll be stunning when you come."
Before you could feel embarrassed at the blatant admiration in your request, Secondo was moving. He pulled out of you, flipped you over, and drove back inside as you arched at the chaos of it all. He closed his eyes for a moment, pausing only long enough to pull your hands - still connected by the slight magnetism of the cuffs - over his head.
With your arms around his neck, Secondo managed another handful of thrusts, each one bone-jarring in its intensity. Then he was done, burying himself deep inside of you as his face contorted with the agony of long-delayed pleasure.
You didn't come again and you were glad for it. Without the distraction of your own orgasm, you could focus on Secondo's. You squeezed him as best you could with the tired muscles of your core and used your bound hands to stroke the back of his neck as he started to come down. The ecstasy on his face melted into something softer as he stopped twitching inside of you and he pressed a kiss to the inside of your forearm before he gently lowered himself to rest on top of you.
You pulled the cuffs apart, using your new freedom to run your hands up and down his back soothingly. Secondo hummed softly, basking in the attention for a moment before he pulled out of you. His eyes flicked down in time to catch the rush of your combined releases running down toward the mattress. His fingers scooped up the majority of it and you twitched at the way his touch brushed teasingly between your cheeks.
Secondo licked the mess from his own fingers, eyes locked on yours, but you just laughed and pushed at his chest. "Stop. If you keep doing that, you're going to get me going again and I don't think I could survive another round."
He chuckled and rolled to lay beside you, picking up one of your hands and working at the snaps of the cuff. "So, what did you think of your first brush with masochism?"
"It was good," you said fervently. At Secondo's smug look, you admitted, "But I'm not sure if it was the kink or the company. Thank you for this."
Secondo paused to look at you, eyes soft, before busying himself with the other cuff. "You do not have to thank me, dolcezza. It was truly my pleasure."
You hummed, satisfied to simply watch him work and bask in the warmth of the afterglow. Secondo's look got serious after he tossed the cuffs to the floor next to his bed. "If you decide to try this with someone else and they don't treat you at least as well as I did, you let me know. I will have a word with them."
"Deal." You rolled away from him, sticking your feet over the side of the bed. "Now, I'd better get back to my quarters before I fall asleep."
Secondo's grip on your wrist was a surprise, but not an unwelcome one. "I believe I mislead you earlier, dolcezza."
"Did you?" you asked, letting him pull you back down to the bed beside him. "How did you do that?"
"You wanted to walk through the Ministry with my spend dripping from this lovely pussy," he explained, patting your mound as if it were a well-behaved dog. You smiled at that even as you nodded for him to continue. "But I intend to use every charm in my considerable repertoire to convince you to stay with me tonight."
"Is that so?" you hummed, slipping a hand up to toy with the sweat-damp hair on his chest. "I admit, I would be interested to see those charms, but I'm so tired that it wouldn't take much to make me stay."
Secondo hummed, turning onto his side to face you. "Then I'll use my charms to convince you to have breakfast with me tomorrow morning."
You smiled at the subtle reassurance that he wanted to spend more time together. True to your word, you fell asleep soon afterward, Secondo's arm slung warm and heavy over the curve of your waist.
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Author's Note - I know I said I would have this out yesterday, but I could NOT get this story to wrap up! I was frantically typing out the end of this fic on an airplane last night (don't worry, I have a privacy screen, so I didn't scar the person sitting next to me) and it still didn't get done until this afternoon.
Again, this chapter length is not typical for these fics. I do not anticipate any more two-part stories for any of the remaining Papas. Of course, as we recently discovered, I have no control over them. I guess we'll see what happens next week!
Thanks for reading!
