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Re: FILL 2b/?: Vanessa/Fisk/Matt- threesome, praise kink
(Anonymous) 2015-08-19 08:27 pm (UTC)(link)“Tell us more about your – physical responses. To stimuli,” Fisk blurted out. “It is a matter of great interest to Vanessa and I.”
“I sense things. I respond to them. It’s not that hard.” Oh, wrong word.
“Again you insist on disparaging yourself,” Vanessa sighed. “Wilson and I have been watching you, and you’re quite a marvel. You are so sensitive to things around you, yet able to endure so much. Yet another of the fascinating contradictions that wind you tight” – she kneaded at his tense thighs – “and make you tick.”
Matt just bared his teeth.
“My wife is curious, Matthew. Aren’t you going to answer her query?”
“Don’t be too hard on him, Wilson. If he wants to play hard to get, I’m sure we can indulge him.” Her thumbs traced down the inner V of his hips. His core clenched at the contact, and she hissed in pleasure. “I think it’s time we see just where those remarkable senses can take him. Matthew, do you remember the goal of this little exercise?”
“For you to humiliate me? Revenge? Some sad power play?”
“No, darling. Trust. We want you to trust us and stay still. You’re doing so well so far. Just keep following where we lead.”
She continued her slow exploration of his body, occasionally murmuring out her admiration. Her hands were unbearably light tracing the hollows of his clavicle, circling his nipples, dipping into the underside of his knee. Without the distraction of her words, the possessive touches traced electric lines in his flesh. She left his pants on and never so much as brushed over his groin, which somehow made him feel even filthier. He tried to remember his training – to slow his pulse, rein in his senses, and will down his aching erection. But his mind was screaming danger and his body was screaming more, and skin was beginning to shudder under the teasing caresses.
“He’s doing well for us, isn’t he, Wilson?”
Fisk’s affirmative rumble traveled down his legs and settled in Matt’s skull.
“Why don’t you tell him, then? I would hate to think he might be under the impression that I’m the only one who appreciates him.”
“Don’t move,” Fisk warned, then released Matt’s wrists. Matt thought of smashing Fisk’s face with his fists. Then he thought of Foggy. Karen. Claire. He stayed still.
Fisk traced the line of Matt’s mouth just once, almost reverently, then settled his hands on either side of Matt’s cheekbones. From the angle of his breath, he was staring straight into Matt’s inverted face. “Matthew, I am – most pleased with this turn of events. I had hoped to kill you, once, but having you alive, like this, is a far more satisfactory outcome. I respect you, and I am very impressed by you. You are being very good for us.”
“Thank you, Wilson.” Vanessa leaned in and placed her hands on top of Fisk’s. The two exchanged a long kiss. She looked down at him. “And thank you, Matthew.”
She returned to her perch over his thighs. Her hand hovered over his chest, and he braced himself for the stroking to recommence – but she reeled out his anticipation, the heat of her spread palm glowing on his skin. It took all his strength not to arch into the touch, to deny completion the sparking circuit. When she began to move her hand, he shivered, and Fisk and Vanessa simultaneously sucked in a breath.
“Yes, gorgeous creature,” she murmured. “No more hiding from us.”
Her denial of touch was too much. His senses jumped into overdrive trying to track her movements. His hairs were all standing on end, and the brush of air over them burned like fire. He was openly gasping and shaking now, his face hot from shame and want. Vanessa blew a stream of air at his navel and he moaned.
Fisk was stock still at his head while Vanessa toyed with him. His only movement was the hypnotic stroking of his thumbs back and forth, back and forth over the thin skin under Matt’s eyes, his fingers hooked soft but unyielding around Matt’s chin. His breath never strayed from Matt’s face; he was utterly fixated. He was seeing everything – all the twitches and horrible, needy moans that Matt failed to suppress.
Suddenly, Vanessa’s fingernails scratched the entire length of his torso.
Matt wailed and reflexively curled in on his side. His entire body was shaking. The sensation, the adoration, the heat of their bodies, it was all too much. And they were just watching him suck air through his teeth, their hearts pounding out terrible promises. He couldn’t speak. He couldn’t breathe. He buried his face in the crook of his arm.
Vanessa laid a hand on his quivering hip. “That was beautiful, Matthew. Thank you. But we asked you not to move. Can you please lay back down on Wilson’s lap?”
He couldn’t. He wouldn’t. They were flaying him alive with gentle touches and gentler words. It was intolerable. It was the most honest he had been with anyone in his life.
“Alright then, Matthew. If you’ve had all you can take of that, we don’t want to push you too far,” Vanessa cooed. “So – if you will now please turn over onto your stomach, we have something else for you…”
The haze of overstimulation lifted in a moment of terrible clarity. He surged upward with a gasp, bucking Vanessa off the bed. Fisk lunged forward and hooked Matt’s neck with one arm. He yanked him backward again and wrapped his legs around Matt’s own. “How dare you?” he bellowed in Matt’s ear. “How dare you threaten her? I will destroy you!” Matt scrabbled at Fisk’s forearm, but the chokehold only tightened.
“Matthew!” Vanessa barked from above him. “You will control yourself, or your friends will suffer the consequences. Is that what you want?” He twitched in Fisk’s grip, but allowed his clawed hands to fall to the bed. Fisk lightened his arm a fraction, permitting Matt a rough gasp of air.
“Does that mean you’re read to cooperate with us now?”
Matt gave another abortive thrash. “No,” he croaked. “No no no nono no please no.”
“Oh, sweetheart.” Fisk tensed as Vanessa leaned in and placed a whisper of a kiss on the corner of his mouth. “I know you don’t have reason to trust us yet, but we’re asking you just to try. Can you please do that for us? Just relax, and I promise we’ll treat you well.”
“No, no, God, no…” Tears were flowing freely down his cheeks now.
“Matthew, love. Hush, it’s alright now. I promise you. You’re alright.” She curled up next to the two men, kissed his tears, stroked his face where it was still trapped in Fisk’s arms. Flinching away from her only buried him deeper in Fisk’s menacing, panting embrace. “Shhhh, we’re going to take good care of you, dearest. We’re going to take such good care of you. Just trust us.”
They waited there while Matt sobbed out his protests – Fisk (rock hard against his back) keeping him immobile, Vanessa crooning endearments into his bare chest. Slowly he went limp.
When he had exhausted his tears, they maneuvered him onto his stomach. Fisk remained at his head, trapping Matt’s arms under his iron weight. Vanessa settled back across his thighs…and began to knead expertly at his back.
“You’re so tense, Matthew. You’ve been strung out like a violin string with no one to play you. And we’ve been so cruel, tying you up like that. Your poor shoulders.”
“What?” He craned his head up. “…what?”
“Your back has so many knots in it, it might as well be macramé,” she teased. “You need to learn to relax. It will make my job so much easier if you can stop acting like I’m about to stick a knife in you.”
His head swam. Vanessa wanted to…give him a massage? Who the fuck were these people?
His confusion must have shown on his face. Fisk chuckled. “Matthew, you seem to insist on seeing the worst in people. Perhaps that’s why they call you the devil. My wife, she gives very good backrubs, and she is very generous in sharing that talent with the people she cares for. I suggest that you accept her gift.”
He couldn’t relax, not stretched out between two mad criminals. But the fight had seeped out of him, and her hands somehow knew how to find and prod at all his sorest points on his body until the ache dispersed. God help him, it felt good to be the focus of her attentive care. She did something clever with the heel of her hand, and his spine popped like a line of firecrackers. He groaned in relief. She practically purred in triumph.
Vanessa was patient, and strong, and kept at it until his breath was even and the shaking gone from his limbs. Fisk scooped him up and carried him back next door, then locked him back onto that horrible chair.
Vanessa brushed the sweaty hair off his face and planted a lingering kiss on his forehead. “Matthew, you exceeded all our expectations today. We are so, so proud of you, sweetheart. We’re going to go beautiful places together.”
Vanessa rose and placed a hand around Fisk’s neck. She pulled him down so their foreheads were touching. “And you, Wilson,” she added in heated tones. “You were spectacular, my love.”
“Vanessa,” Fisk stammered, overcome, “you are – incomparable.”
They left him then, arms wrapped around each other. They made love next door, on the silk sheets soaked with Matt’s sweat. They made no effort to hide the sounds of their coupling.
Re: FILL 2c/?: Vanessa/Fisk/Matt- threesome, praise kink
(Anonymous) 2015-08-19 08:30 pm (UTC)(link)Re: FILL 2b/?: Vanessa/Fisk/Matt- threesome, praise kink
(Anonymous) 2015-08-19 09:40 pm (UTC)(link)Re: FILL 2b/?: Vanessa/Fisk/Matt- threesome, praise kink
(Anonymous) 2015-08-20 02:49 am (UTC)(link)