Rating: M (just in case)
Disclaimer: Neither the show nor the characters belong to me, they belong to ITV1. Nonetheless, I love to borrow them from time to time. The idea of the story as well as the story itself – including all possible pre- or sequels published afterwards – are mine.
Summary: Written for the just_kiss_her kink meme. The prompt was “I want Becker tied up and completely at Jess' mercy. And he loves it.” by seren_ccd.
Warnings: not beta-read
He was sure she had chosen the password on purpose. Hell, of course, she had. She had known he wasn’t going to use it, even if he wanted to, needed to to end this… game.
This was just… this was not him. He was the man in action, the man in charge – always. There was no way he would ever allow anyone else to fully take over control. There was no way he would ever hand himself over to somebody else’s mercy.
At least that had been what he’d thought until he’d met Jess. It didn’t take her long to make him fall for her. In retrospect he’d say that from the moment he’d first lain eyes on her, she had been all he cared about.
So when she had suggested this, he had agreed. Because it had been her who suggested it. Because he trusted her. And, hell, because he wanted her to do this.
When she had told him about the password, the word that would make her stop and untie him if he couldn’t stand it any longer, he had expected it to be something like anomaly, or dinosaur, or cappuccino. Any word that was somehow related to them but wouldn’t completely destroy the vibe.
He had never expected her to come up with that. He couldn’t possibly say the word. Not in a situation like this. And at first, he hadn’t had any intention of doing so.
It had been hot to watch her tie him to the bed with the colourful silken scarves she was usually wearing around her neck. He knew he could never see those scarves again without thinking about this night.
It had been hot to watch her undress him, slowly, tasting and torturing every piece of skin she had revealed.
But now he had enough. He wanted to, needed to, touch her. But he couldn’t. Not as long as his hands were still tied to the bedpost.
She had absolutely no trouble finding his most sensitive spots. Becker hissed. God, she so knew what she was doing – what she was doing to him right now.
He struggled to get his hands free, but it was pointless. He couldn’t loosen the ties. He needed to use the password.
Feeling her tongue and her teeth teasing his legs and then his abdomen as she circled around her actual target, Becker knew he couldn’t stand this any longer. He had to use the password. There was no way he would let her do this while he was still tied to the bedpost. He needed to get back a little bit of control.
It wasn’t that he didn’t like it. But he needed to be able to set the pace, and to touch her while she was touching him. He couldn’t lay here, let her please him, and do nothing but writhing under her touch.
He had to use the damn password. But he knew he couldn’t. He wouldn’t say it. And he was sure Jess had known that when she had chosen the password. She had known he wasn’t going to say it no matter how much he wanted her to untie him.
He couldn’t stand being completely at her mercy anymore. He trusted her, of course. But having sex with her without being able to actually participate just wasn’t how he had pictured it to be.
He hissed again when she reached her target, making him see little stars behind his eyes. God, this was even better than being able to touch her. It was frustrating, and yet incredibly hot. But he couldn’t let her finish this. He wanted to take her, now.
Becker opened his mouth to finally say the password and make her untie him so he could get back a little control. But he closed his mouth again without saying the word.There was just no way he would ever say Lester’s name while he was in bed with Jess.