Worlds Collide

Bound.

*Your POV*

I slip a finger in and I'm already wet as can be. The look on Pan's face only turns me on more, he's stopped pulling on where his wrists are bound and is staring at me, his eyes furious and blazing.

I take my fingers out from my underwear and hold out my hand. Without a word and no change in expression, he opens his mouth slightly. I slip my fingers in his mouth and he begins to suck on them. With my other hand I skim the blanket draped over his midsection and he jerks towards me.

"Please, please Deer." He breathes and I can't help but melt at the sight. I undo the knots and he is on top of me before I can blink. I'm lying on my back beneath him, looking up.

"Now," He whispers in my ear, leaning over me, "Someone has been a very naughty girl, haven't they darling?" I bite my lip and nod, he leans back and one of his hands cup my chest, a moan slips out.

"Quiet, I don't want to hear a word from you. Understand?" I nod. He slips my underwear off my legs and I'm fully exposed, I feel completely consumed by his gaze. He comes back up and grabs both my wrists and holds them with one hand above my head. His soft lips reconnect with mine and his kisses trail down my neck, I can't help it. I make the mistake of making a noise.

"Now what did I tell you?" He suddenly has my underwear in his hand again and holds them up,

"Open." He instructs and I open my mouth. He gently pushes them in my mouth and I groan, Peter then uses the same piece of twine I used to bind his hands to tie mine above my head. He repositions himself between my legs and his head slips below.

"You taste so good, like honey." I hear him say and moan into the cloth in my mouth, I feel myself on edge, completely vulnerable and at his mercy. Completely in an opposite situation as to how it was mere minutes ago. I let go and he moans as well, standing up I open my eyes and they're fixed on him.

Peter is built like a god, from his chest to his arms, from his face to his.. To his... It's standing straight up. He hovers over me and removes the gag.

"Please, Peter, Please let me touch you." I beg and he smirks that same smirk I've  seen millions of times.

"Such a beautiful sight." He undoes my hands and we are all over each other yet again. Hands and limbs touching, kissing and together. I wouldn't want it any other way.

Peter and I eventually fall asleep, his head in my chest, arms around each other and both utterly exhausted. I never want to let this go, this feeling of... endless joy. Love.

I love Peter Pan and he loves me.