In a gliding motion Cassian leaned over her, bringing his lips closer to hers. They finally connected, tasting the sweetness of pear on each other.

Despite the softness of his lips and skin, his kiss was hard and rough, barely allowing her time to breathe. Despite her closed eyes, she could tell he was moving around a bit, and his hand briefly disappeared from the back of her head.

He broke off the kiss when her hands reached his face, and sat up, smiling. In his hand was her hair ribbon, which he had slid off without her noticing.

So that’s how it’s going to be?

Raiva smiled expectantly and held out her hands, causing him to chuckle lightly. In a few heartbeats he had tied them together, and pushed them above her head.

The hand cuff one, the easiest one to get out of. He’s really being considerate, isn’t he?

The feeling of being tied up as he kissed her again, was one she hadn’t felt in years. Ecstasy, giving up control.

I really should be nervous about doing this in here, but, well…

It was like her head went quiet for once and she could simply let herself feel and experience what was happening right now, which currently was Cassian’s breath and taste, and his hands gripping her waist, moving her torso in the rhythm of their kiss.

It was her who tore away this time, and said breathlessly, “Cassian.”

“Hmn?” he hummed into her ear, causing shivers to go down her spine.

“Safe word,” she gasped. “Red.”

“Understood,” he replied, with a wicked smile on his face, as he put his finger under her chin, and continued, “Red it is. Starting now.”

Before she had the opportunity to continue, he sealed her lips with his. He put his hand under her dress and she felt him prodding her, seeing if she was wet. She gasped as he touched her and spread the wetness around.

He tilted his head and asked in a low murmur, “Eager, are we?”

Without hesitation he put his finger in, moving it around in a circular motion inside of her. Letting out a small “ah!”, she caused him to put his other hand over her mouth.

In a whisper, he told her, “Stay quiet for me Raiva.”

She nodded, but he didn’t move his hand.

“If you want to stop, put your hands down and tap me, alright?”

A muffled “Hm-hmn,” escaped her before she could stop herself.

He smiled and narrowed his eyes, as he aggressively inserted another finger, causing her to moan underneath his hand.

“I said quiet,” he reiterated, gazing into her eyes.

He was bending his fingers trying to find her spot, when her breathing started accelerating and became irregular.

Fuck, what is that?

The feeling in the pit of her stomach was duller than she had ever felt before, but almost painfully hot at the same time. In a few seconds it had built and swirled and before she knew it, she climaxed, trying to hold in her sounds, feeling the warmth of his hand against her mouth.

Shit.

Before she could gather herself, he removed his hands and gently pulled her lips apart by tugging at her chin. She obeyed, albeit wondering what he was going to now.

To her somewhat measured surprise, he removed a dark purple handkerchief from his pocket and carefully put it into her mouth and closed it again.

Embarrassment filled her, but it only seemed to add to the heat she felt inside of her. She readied herself, tilting her hips to make it easier for him to enter her.

He noticed her shifting, but simply leaned in to whisper.

“Not yet.”

With no warning, he slid his fingers back in, first one, then two, then adding a third one, causing muffled, but increasingly intense quiet groans to escape her.

It’s too tight!

He moved carefully, gently thrusting with his hand, causing her hips to move with it, before taking them out and gliding his wet fingers over her clit.

“You’re so wet, Raiva,” he whispered, biting her ear lightly.

He repeated the movement, causing her to arch her back from the intensity. His touch but slow, but deliberate. Careful, but harsh.

“What do you think the captain would say if he saw you like this?”

What?

The though of Griffin walking in through the door and seeing her like this, filled her with mild panic. She shook her head wildly.

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He chuckled, “Don’t worry, he won’t. Just think about it. Imagine him walking in right now, seeing you here, being tied up and taken advantage of by another man.”

Hot.

“Does it excite you?”

His whispers were provoking her, but she couldn’t help the wistful sigh escaping her. He entered her with his fingers again, this time staying in, and moving in little thrusts and circles, as he continued.

“I thought so,” his voice seemed to be coming closer every time he spoke, his breaths were becoming rushed. “The captain, Victor, me. You’re a greedy slut, aren’t you?”

She couldn’t help but chuckle in between gasps and hurried breaths, as she began getting close again.

“Aren’t you, Raiva?”

She nodded hurriedly, wanting him to make her cum again, something he happily obliged. He withdrew a finger and thrust aggressively, making her moan and cry out behind the muffling handkerchief, until she finally came so hard that she twitched a little, almost causing her to put her arms down.

Noticing, he leaned in again, murmuring sternly, “Keep them up, or I’ll stop.”

He looked into her eyes, smiling, and she nodded, a tear rolling down her face from the intensity. Wiping away the tear, he kissed her forehead and removed the gag.

“Are you alright?”

“I am,” she whispered.

She hesitated a moment, before continuing, as he sat between her legs, untucking his shirt.

“Cassian, just so you know,” she said in a hushed voice, not sure how to phrase things. “You don’t have to worry about… countermeasures. I can’t.”

He paused for a moment, looking surprised.

No pity, no pity-

“I see,” he finally replied, trying to look unaffected by something that would normally be considered quite shocking. He smiled, and reassured her, “I would have gotten you something, but it’s a relief I don’t have to.”

He chuckled.

“It’s expensive, after all.”

She couldn’t help but giggle in return, then sighed in relief.

He leaned in and kissed her again, still aggressively, but deeper this time, tasting her tongue with his. She lifted up her leg, pressing her shin against his bulge, rubbing it teasingly, which made him moan in an almost grumble type of way.

I wonder…

Whispering into her ear once again, he grinned.

“You really can’t help yourself, can you?”

She didn’t have a chance to reply, before he had firmly gripped her waist and turned her, so she was now face down on the sofa, with her arms underneath her chest. He was leaning against her with his lower body, and his hand was pushing her hair to the side, so that he could see her face better in the dimming glow of the dying embers.

“Remember to keep it down, and try to stay still,” he muttered, somewhere behind her. “I don’t want to dirty the sofa.”

She only just managed to stop herself from replying verbally, and instead bit her lip and nodded.

He lifted her up, getting her in an embarrassing position with her arms and chest against the sofa, but her lower body propped up high by her knees. Seemingly intent on drawing out the awkward position, Cassian simply caressed her back and behind with his hands, biding his time.

Please-

Finally she couldn’t take it anymore and she let out a muffled whimper, attempting to plead with him to go on.

In barely a heartbeat, she felt him pressing against her, easily sliding into her with a hard thrust. She could only manage a soundless gasp, as she felt him, filling her up and grinding against her for a brief moment, shocked at the suddenness and intensity.

Before she could readjust her arms to better, he was thrusting, hard and rhythmically, his skin slapping against hers when he did. His thrust went deep, and though it wasn’t entirely pain-free, it was an odd kind of pain, one that felt hot rather than uncomfortable.

Once again, the heat began to build, making her increasingly sensitive and the climaxes kept coming, one after another, threatening to make her cry out. She began feeling dizzy with suppressing her moans and sounds, constantly tensing up her abdomen and her throat, trying to get her tied-up hands out from under her to help muffle herself. She tried looking for the handkerchief, but Cassian’s relentless thrusts and forceful hold of her hips kept her locked in place.

I can’t much longer.

He was somehow going even harder, a little faster, and she felt every single bit of it in a whirl of senses, his hips hitting her as he thrust, the impact moving through her entire body, her tied hands helplessly trying to support herself, his intense gaze locking eyes with hers, his dampened grunts and sound of skin hitting each other being the only sound besides the crackling embers in the quiet sitting room.

Wait, dampened?

Her eyes tried refocusing as his thrusting continued to shake her body, and she finally caught glimpse of the handkerchief; Cassian was biting down on it to stifle his own noise.

Jerk.

He noticed her being distracted for that brief moment, and took the opportunity to flip her onto her back again.

He threw aside the handkerchief, and leaned in close to her.

“Hands over your head.”

She obliged, and followed by lifting her leg over his shoulder.

“Deeper,” she whispered almost soundlessly in return.

She gasped as he grabbed the back of her head, with his hands pulling her hair, causing her face to sharply turn upwards.

“Say please,” he snarled, out of breath.

“Please, Cassian,” she whimpered helplessly.

Do it already!

He was pausing, watching her impatient, pleading expression, before thrusting into her, suddenly, hard.

“Mnh!”

She felt him deeper inside of her, just short of hitting her cervix. A bit of pain, but it only made it better in this moment.

He wasn’t thrusting as rigidly as before, instead focusing on fulfilling her request, just this once. His movement was now slower, seemingly intent on making sure she felt every single bit.

Her breathing was wild and irregular from the repeated orgasms, another one building up in this very moment. His breathing became louder, more erratic, as the two started moving in sync, intensifying his thrusts and her rocking, getting close together.

His movement became faster and deeper, her moans very barely disguised by her breaths and finally, together, they came. The heat in her stomach exploded, tensing up her entire body, causing her to shake, his thrusts came to an abrupt end as she felt him, inside of her, quivering, filling her up, his member grinding against her as he jolted a few times.

The two laid there for a moment, her, flat on her back with her hands still tied above her head, and him, holding onto the back of the sofa for support, one foot on the ground. The embers were almost entirely out now, quickly casting the room into darkness.

She tried catching her breath, managing only to choke out, “Cassian, the cuffs.”

He took a moment, wiping his brow with his arm, and looking at her.

Finally, he grinned, and replied with a half whisper.

“One moment.”

He leaned down to pick up something, causing him to shift inside of her.

Ah!

She suppressed her moan, instead narrowing her eyes at him.

He in turn pulled out of her, causing her to panic.

“What are-“

“Shhh.”

The second he was out, she felt fabric pressed against her, getting warm and wet with his semen.

The handkerchief.

She sighed a breath of relief, though she was still waiting for him to remove the ribbon tying her hands together. Holding them out in front of her, he smiled at her, clearly exhausted from the endeavor.

“You do know that you can easily remove them yourself right?”

She chuckled.

“Yes, but where’s the fun in that?”

He pushed himself back into his pants, slowly and carefully buttoned them as she watched, still waiting.

Then he got up, kissed her on the forehead, and went to the stairs, leaving her, still catching her breath, tied up on the sofa, with her dress pulled up, exposing his wet handkerchief stuffed between her thighs.

Definitely a jerk.