Hi everyone!

So, since I've been receiving some prompts, I've decided to open this section where I could just post this sort of things.

If you have requests for a one-shot, feel free to send me a PM with your prompt whether it is AU or smut or fluff or whatever, I can't promise that I'll answer each one, but I definitely take in consideration all of your ideas guys :D

For now, I'll leave you to this one. Just a hint of reversed roles in what is my usual take in Vauseman bed-dynamics ;) Nothing particularly explicit though... Just something to tease you a little bit :P

Enjoy

Alex isn't the pillow queen type of woman in bed.

You have suspected as much even before she could scan you - not so descreetely - up and down, even before you could catch the easy glimpse of mischief that constantly ripples in her vibrant emerald eyes, and even before she could flaunt her irresistible, smooth charm on you and end up in bed together, with her head buried between your legs and your hands gripping the headboard of her bed, with a white-knuckle grip that only kept tightening with each soft lap and expert swirl of an insistent tongue that gave no sign to relent before at least making you trip over a series of wonderful, multiple orgasms that left you boneless and lightheaded.

Expecting her to be still and exclusively on the receiving end of pleasure is the exact opposite of what her predatory, dominant nature demands from her. And you have had the confirmation of that intuition soon enough.

It's clear, from that very first time, that Alex is the kind of woman that takes pleasure just by pleasuring. Just in having her hands and mouth on a female body. She is an enthusiastic, selfless, insanely talented lover, whose stamina knows no limits.

As long as she is the one doing the hard fucking and you are the powerless part that greedily takes everything she has to give you and, when you feel brave, even ask her for more.

It's not like she doesn't like to be touched, because, considering your experience with her, you don't think that there is anything that she loves more than your lips and your tongue and the general slippery warmth of your mouth between her own legs. Just like there is nothing that makes your arousal skyrocket higher than feeling her reach down and card her fingers through your hair, scraping your scalp with her nails and hold you firmly in place as she rides out her orgasm, bucking wildly against your mouth and chin, smearing your face with her release.

Besides all the kinks you have discovered and deeply enjoy putting into practice with her, pleasing Alex - pleasing your Mistress - is the most rewarding and arousing thing ever. And part of it is probably because of the fact that it's hard to keep her on her back for more than two orgasms in a row. Which is both flattering - given that she always has her way with you right after - but also a little bit frustrating, like you have been given a taste but denied the serving of dessert after dinner and left with that lingering crave for a certain sweetness.

So, when one day she wants to reward your extremely obedient behavior and asks you what you would like to do if, hypotetically, you would be the one to set the rules for one night, giving you free reign in everything - except for the use of toys you know she is extremely skilled in using on you, but not so fond at the idea of being the one receiving that kind of stimulation - the thought of having her laying down on the bed, completely at your mercy, is the first image - and honestly only one - that flashes in your mind like a neon sign. Lighting up every molecule of your being with the thrilling sense of anticipation that leaves you buzzing. Not to mention uncomfortably, embarrassingly wet.

Being Alex's obedient pet, embracing that submissive role that you have discovered with her, feels so liberating. And relinquishing all of your control, paradoxically enough, is the most empowering feeling you have ever experienced. Not to mention incredibly rewarding if you play as nicely as you have been trained to.

You know that it's all Alex. That it's the safeness that wraps around you whenever you are with her, whether it is making sweet, gentle love showered with kisses and accompanied by breathed gasps, quiet moans and softly uttered words of affection, or she is roughing you up, harsh and unrestrained, taking you from behind, with enough force for it to sting, so sweetly though, as fingers dip bruisingly onto your hips, or her hand wraps exquisitely around your neck, squeezing just that much that a little more pressure would be enough to slow the flood of blood, cut the supply of air to your lungs, and make you slip into the oblivion of unconsciousness.

But Alex would never let that happen. Because even under that thick, dense, muggy haze of consuming passion, she is always extremely aware, always in control even when lust seems to be burning everything in its wake, leaving nothing behind but the scattered ashes of what you once were.

It's a skill, a quality, a gift that attracts you to Alex just as much as every other single aspect of her does. Yet another shimmering reflection of her unyielding confidence.

You live to experience her like this.

You live for those moments.

For when you can get lost in the harsh snap of her hips against yours when she is fucking you strapped.

For the dizziness brought by heightened senses of when she is lightly choking you.

For the sweet sting of pain and light flush of embarrassment that melts so perfectly with the different kind of pleasure that unfurls deep down in your belly when she takes you in a... less conventional way.

You live to experience Alex in all her purest, most glorious, unrestrained - yet careful and considerate and extremely affectionate - form.

You love her in control. You love drowning - most of the times quite literally - in the crashing waves of pleasure that her expert touches bring to you.

She tests you, sometimes. Making you hold back on the threshold of an orgasm - almost to the point where tears start to pool helplessly in your eyes with frustration - when she demands it, only so she can reach you and tumble over that precipice together, with the only purpose of making the experience infinitely more wonderful and complete.

You love being left powerless while facing all that strength, under which, love and devotion are always the pulsing core that triggers all the rest.

You love obeying to her.

There is absolutely no place in the world that you love more than being under Alex's heel.

But tonight, since she gave you the... opportunity... Tonight you want to experience the thrill of having the privilege of doing the same to her for once. To just give. Over and over again. Until either you get a jaw cramp, or she won't be able to take the stimulation anymore.

Straddling her naked hips, you take your sweet time just to admire her, all that perfect alabaster skin displayed on silky red sheets because you have never been able to resist or even to fully understand all of that raw beauty.

She definitely doesn't mind the scrutiny. Doesn't feel invaded by the way your eyes rake across every single inch of her figure at all. And you definitely wouldn't expect her to be self-conscious in the slightest about her nakedness. Because you have never seen her look more confident than when she's wearing nothing but her own skin, and - in this case, just because you asked her to keep them on - her black-rimmed glasses.

The excuse that you give Alex is that you want her to be able to see everything you are about to do to her. She just smirks that beautifully annoying, criminally sensual and knowing smirk of hers that says "Sure, whatever you say kid." And you try not to go up in flames with a flush of mild embarrassment, because she already knows that you "let her" keep the glasses on because... oh, if you love the way she looks with them sitting so elegantly on her nose and the way her eyes sparkle behind those lenses, widening - much to your delight - into a close resemblance to intrigue when she sees you rummage and then reach for the leather handcuffs in your enthusiastically colorful and overfilled toys drawer.

You pull them out and swing them in front of her, grinning, receiving back the much expected, amused, perfectly arched eyebrow.

"Really Pipes?" The smirk widens further, undecided between playful and seductive. "You know, I can be still if that's how you want me to do be."

You can't help but burst out laughing when she deliberately punctuates such blunt lie by doing the exact opposite; running her hands, those wonderful, magnificent, capable hands, up your naked thighs and waist. Teasing fingers that make goosebumps erupt on your skin.

"Yeah, you sure can," You mock, barely managing to suppress the shiver that crawls up your spine at that softly firm touch, batting her hands away before they can reach someplace where you won't be able to stop her. "It's so obvious."

She grins, that beautiful totally unapologetic grin of hers that makes you feel a lot of things and most of them right between your legs, but also, just as intensely, behind your ribcage, where your heart stutters in following the rhythm of the gloriously rich emotion swelling in there.

She still obeys, however, and when she pulls back, offering her hands to you, palms up in surrender, you already miss her touch and the ghosting, tingling, lingering warmth of it on your hips where her hands had just been.

"All right. Go ahead then." She offers, keeping that mischievous gaze locked with yours, daring. You narrow your eyes at her, pursing your lips, fumbling to open the leather straps before looping the chain to the bars of the headboard and secure the cuffs around her slender wrists.

You honestly don't know how to feel when you look down at her again and realize that even in a position that should be perceived as a very submissive one, she still manages to transpire all of her confidence and strength.

You should know better.

Chaining a wild creature doesn't make it look any less powerful.

It doesn't smooth down the edges of that attractive danger that has unconsciously drawn you to her in the first place.

And you are growing so wet in front of the sight of her like this, so eager and physically aching to touch her that you don't even notice that the seal of one of the rings of the handcuffs as you adjust the strap on one of her wrists, is cracked open. A testament of your mutual enthusiasm in using such item, and a detail that goes completely unnoticed at the moment considering the magnificent body resting beneath you.

"Don't even know where to start, uh?" Alex taunts playfully when you just keep eyeing her, undoubtedly being faced with so much to chose from. "Not so easy as you though now being a top, is it kid?"

You tilt your head at her, sit up more straight in her lap, and summon the kind of confidence that is required for the role you have decided to try on for tonight.

"I don't remember saying you could talk, did I?"

Alex doesn't look so surprised, but from the way her eyes lit up and the corner of her mouth curls into a smirk she definitely seems to appreciate the drop of authority in your voice, enough that she even answers by just shaking her head in negative at your question.

It's... oddly satisfying having Alex obey such simple command. And so damn encouraging.

"Good. So now shut up." You order her, and then lean in to kiss her, giving her no choice but to do as told, reveling in the soft groan that rumbles softly in the back of her throat when you attack her lips, hungrily.

Eliciting that sound is already a small victory, and somewhere in the back of your mind, you are already starting to wonder how many orgasms it'll take for you to be finally able to see through that thick layer of brazenness.

Alex is not a quiet creature - although she is much more contained than you are with noises - but she is wild, and fierce, and infinitely passionate, definitely not the kind intended to be still when the flickering flames of lust start to burn more brightly and your touches and kisses trailing down her neck and chest and toned stomach become less teasing and more purposeful.

Even with her laying completely open beneath your hands and mouth, you know better than to tease her... too much. She is more likely going to make you pay for it and honestly, your eagerness and your watering mouth at the sight of the already glistering prize that you see waiting between her legs, gets the better of you anyway.

You can almost taste her in the air. Under the fragrance of scented candles and body lotion.

The perfect balance between salt and sweetness that is way too inviting to wait a second longer.

And you don't have to.

You bury your head between her legs and prepare her for a more purposeful touch by kissing her inner thighs before lapping softly at her outer lips.

She doesn't speak, but just listening to the soft sounds that she makes, from the muted gasps to the increasing deeper growls, to the chain of the cuffs rattling, metal against metal as she writhes and arches is all the encouragement you need, fueling your determination.

When you glance up at her after a while she is all slick, sweaty skin, a composition of soft curves and taut muscles rippling in time with the rhythm of your tongue and lips. Hands balled into fists pulling half-consciously at her restraints, yearning for freedom.

The sound of the metal rings of the handcuffs twisting, creaking further open, and slowly coming loose as Alex tugs and arches is the harsher note, but also one that falls into the background against the delightful symphony of deep moans and muttered grunts and breathed gasps as you bring her closer to the edge, push her right over and guide her through the aftershock before starting all over again, with little pause in between.

You are perfectly aware of the fact that prefers your mouth to your fingers, but still enjoys with enthusiasm the gentle pressure against her front wall when you press two fingers inside of her and seek for that particular spot while sucking softly at her clit in a matching rhythm.

It's not long before hips start rolling forward on their own will, helplessly trying to find friction against the mattress, widening the already large patch of arousal dripping on the sheets.

You could easily reach down with your other hand and push inside yourself, it's incredibly tempting and your inner muscles clench with encouragement at the thought, but you hold back, because the way Alex writhes beneath you is much more inviting and it spurs you to increase your efforts and use that hand to hold her down by pressing firmly on her lower belly.

You keep going until your jaw aches, until the tendons in your wrists and hand protest with exertion.

You keep going until what before had been the occasional rattle of the cuffs against the headboard bars, turns into a creak right before you hear a harsh metallic snap as they shatter.

In the instant that follows, the stretched heartbeat before the impending fall, your main concern under the surprise of what just happened, is that you already expect her to flip you over, sit on your face and ride out her orgasm from on top of you.

But much to your surprise, she doesn't.

One of her hands, now free from any restraint, shoots down however while the other remains wrapped tightly around the metal bar of the headboard. And you revel in knowing that she is so far gone that even her dominant instinct has been dulled by the much more crashing wave of pleasure that assaults her a split second later.

She comes against your mouth, with a gorgeous strangled groan that breaks in between a gasp as her entire body goes rigid before quivering violently all over. All twitching muscles and harsh breathing and trembling thighs. Head tilted back, exposing the exquisite column of her throat where a vein bulges out in the most inviting way.

You keep lapping devotedly at her folds, now a flushed pink for all the attention you have paid to her, and while she doesn't exactly tell you explicitly to stop, the weak shove on your shoulder and the way she groans softly in protest a few moments later, shifting away from your mouth in overstimulation, are more than enough for you to pull back.

Even the hand that has instinctively found its way in your hair loses its grip, sliding down to rest gently on the back of your head.

Licking your lips to and with a final kiss on her creamy inner thigh, you pull back with a grin, because for the first time ever, you managed to exhaust her.

It's ridiculous really, the amount of pride that swells in your chest as soon as you realize that.

And the price to achieve such feat? A sore wrist, two pruney fingers, an aching jaw, swollen lips, and a massive puddle of arousal leaking between your own legs and soaking the sheets beneath.

If you have to be completely honest, now that you can think more clearly without the intoxicating taste of her on your tongue, you are not even that surprised that the cuffs haven't made it through this encounter.

Because Alex is this marvelous force of nature, this predatory creature, whose fierce affection burns just as intensely and so unyielding as her physical strength is, and the handcuffs are, after all, just an inanimate piece of metal and leather.

You make your way back up to her in between lingering kisses, taking in the extremely gratifying sight of her looking so exquisitely sated.

"Whoops." Is the first thing that she mumbles when she starts to recover, chest still heaving with deep breaths, heart beating frantically, clearly visible, against her fluttering ribcage, but she's grinning, not even making the slightest effort to pretend to look sorry about the shattered cuffs when she lifts one hand, running it through her dark, damp mane.

You shake your head, gaze somehow mournful when it lands once again on the broken handcuffs.

"Those were my favorite." You tell her, pouting, reaching out to take them off, massage her wrists, kiss the redness away from where the leather has rubbed a bit harder against her creamy, pale skin, lacing your fingers with hers and allowing her to pull you into her arms.

"What can I say..." Alex shrugs trying nonchalant but breaking into a contagious grin. "You were just that good, kid."

Another rush of pride courses through your system in hearing that. "Yeah, I got that part."

She laughs. "Such modesty. Careful, or your swelling ego will force us out of the window."

You have the decency to blush a little, making no objection however when she cups the back of your neck, pulling you closer and into a slow kiss that lasts for a few, wonderful, lazy minutes. Just enough time to allow her to descend for the rest of the way.

"Enjoyed yourself, Pipes?" It's what she asks then, smiling softly, knowingly, when you - very reluctantly - part.

You hum, because even if there is still that need pulsing between your legs, you are basking in a different kind of satisfaction about having had the chance to finally subdue that craving that you've had for a very long time.

"Now I understand why you love so much being on top, all the time."

She laughs again, deep and husky, a sound that carries the tendrils of six glorious orgasms behind.

"It's not about being on top, Pipes." She argues softly before deliberately lowering her tone into a very familiar one. "Because I can fucking top you even from staying under you."

Hearing those words is like a stab of arousal that hits you square in your lower regions, reminding you exactly how achingly wet you still are.

"Oh yeah?" You ask her, daring, but most of all hopeful as that dull throb that has been between your legs makes itself known with so much persistence that has you squirm on the spot.

A smirk tugs at Alex's lips right before she stretches and reaches for the toys drawer on the bedside table, picking up your favorite strap-on and black harness from its usual spot.

"How about I give you a demonstration?" She asks and you are already eyes fixed on the thick hard shaft of the toy, biting your bottom lip to prevent letting out a pitiful whimper when you inner muscles clench and quiver with another painful stab of need and anticipation. Hips rolling forward, right against Alex's thigh, stopping only because of the firm hand gripping your waist, holding you still.

"Please..." You beg, almost sobbing when you realize that Alex hasn't moved yet because waiting patiently for an answer, and that softly whispered plea seems to be more than enough for her.

"All right then. So this is how we are going to play this..." She starts and distantly, so distantly that it's only a barely audible murmur with your own voice in the back of your mind as you wonder how can she be recovering so soon to consider not only another round but that she has enough energy left to dominate you.

You aren't so naive. You know that there is no way you could ever tame Alex, let alone in the spare of a couple of hours. You were just wrong thinking that half-dozen of orgasm would have been enough to wear her out into utter exhaustion.

But considering your conditions you are not even one bit disappointed that she isn't.

"...You are going to straddle me and ride me, slowly, and you are going to come only when I give you permission to. Is that clear?"

"Yes..." You breathe, shuddering with impatience as she takes her sweet time to get settled, starting to unbuckle the straps of the harness with all the calm in the world, the tease.

"Yes... what?" She asks arching an expectant eyebrow.

You pause, lick your lips and swallow in a failed attempt to bring some moisture to your suddenly very dry throat, but the answer is only one, and always there on the tip of your tongue.

"Yes, Mistress."

Alex grins. Lips curled up with that pleased tilt, but with the unmistakable glint of softness and affection and raw desire shimmering in the depth of her emerald eyes that makes you feel just all the more wanted and adored under the note of authority that she holds in her tone and that makes you all the more ready.

"Good girl."