SJM Hard and Heavy

Quinthalar #1 (In The Left Nightstand)

~Smut

Bryce was chilling in her bed, reading one of the newest books in her romance series, she had just gotten to one of the hottest scenes when a loud CRASH came from the kitchen, she swore and begrudgingly put her book down on the bed, "I swear to god Srynix if you decided to knock all my shit over again I'm going to kill you" she silently swore into the air, but when she strolled into the kitchen, it was not Srynix that had caused the crash, it was none other than Hunt Athalar, he stood holding a plate full of chocolate croissants, shattered glass scattered around his feet as he stood as still as possible, "um," *Cough* "Help?" his face was red and he held the plate-like it was the most precious thing in the world. After spending 10 minutes cleaning up shattered glass, and trying so hard to hold in her laughter at the still not moving Hunt, she finally was finished, "now, Hunt, what the fuck were you doing that caused almost every single plate in my cupboard to shatter on the floor?" Bryce asked him, cocking an eyebrow at his still red face, "So I uh, I made you some homemade chocolate croissants, and when I went to get a plate to put them on Sryinx jumped up onto the counter and when I pushed him down my hand accidentally pulled the plates down, I managed to save one and I put the croissants on it to at least pretend I hadn't broken all your plates" he gave her a sheepish smile, and she just rolled her eyes and walked towards him to kiss him on the cheek.

Bryce kissed Hunt and when she stood back on her feet she was met with a sharp pain rolling up her foot, "AH!" she jumped back and braced herself on the counter when she pulled her foot up, she noticed that she had somehow missed a HUGE piece of glass, and had stepped on it, "Oh my god, Bryce are you OK?" Hunt's face instantly went serious, he placed the plate of croissants on the counter and rushed towards her, she had blood dripping down her foot and onto the floor she had just cleaned, Hunt grasped her foot in his hand, as gentle as if it were a baby bird, "oh my god Bryce how did you miss a piece this big???" he asked her in a soft but stern voice, "oh I don't know, maybe because I was too distracted with the giant idiot that broke all my glass plates!" she nearly growled back, but she hissed when he gently poked the glass protruding from her foot, he then gently picked her up and brought her to her bed, he placed her down with a soft kiss to her forehead, "ugh I don't like it when your so nice to me, go back to being an idiot" she huffed out, It had been a couple of weeks after the incident, and though Bryce and Hunt have a lot of free time, most of it being used to fuck and enjoy each others company, a lot of it had been spent arguing over stupid shit because they had so much to do in, yet absolutely nothing to do, with the Archangles warning of staying low, Bryce and Hunt have been stuck in her apartment, and because of that, the stupid arguments had started, especially with an Alphahole and a brat in the same household. 

Hunt warned Bryce that pulling the glass out was going to hurt more than it did going in, but when he had gently grasped the piece of glass and slowly pulled it from her foot, she had clenched her teeth and nearly kicked Hunt in the face with her non-injured foot, but when it was out and she was all bandaged up, she had lain in bed and read some more while munching on Hunts Croissants that now apologized croissants, but after a little, Bryce got an idea, is Hunt wanted to apologize, he could make it up by making her feel good, so she reached over to the side and pulled out her best vibrator, turned it on and slowly started running it up and down her covered pussy, a soft moan escaped her throat as she pushed a little on her clit, and like a button had been pressed, Hunt came dashing into the room with a confused but aroused face, "Bryce, what are you doing?" he gave her a stern look, his eyebrow cocking up she just pressed it further onto her clit, "you want to apologize, you can do so, by making me feel better, and helping me keep my mind off of the giant gash in my foot" she gave him a smirk but it broke off into her face pinching into a pleasure hazed look, her eyes went lidded and her mouth stayed open just a little, her eyebrows bunched together, and he saw her nipples peak from under her shirt, Hunt's breath hitched as he continued standing in the doorway and watched her hand snake up her shirt and pinch her nipple, "Hunt" she said in a singsong voice, calling him over, and as if her voice summoned his mind to think again, he pounced on her and grabbed her hands, pinning them above her head, and causing the vibrator to fall from her hands as he ground his hips into hers, a loud gasp broke from her throat as he pushed his dick into her hips, "you wanna use the shit in that stupid drawer, then we will" he growled in her ear, he reached over into the drawer, holding her wrists with the other hand, and he pulled out the 3 pairs of handcuffs she kept in there, for someone so young still, she had a lot of sex toys, he cuffed one of the wrist holds on her right wrist, looped it through the bars of the headboard, and then cuffed her other hand, so she was incapable of moving her hands, he got off of her and pulled her pants off, leaving her red lace panties on, and then he cuffed her ankles with the bars of the footboard, so her legs were spread wide open and she was easily accessible, she was wearing a button up shirt, so he came to the side of the bed and slowly, teasingly, undid the buttons one by one, until he could see her matching red lace bra, Hunt ran a possessive hand down her torso and onto her hips, Bryce shuddered when Hunt pulled his hands away from her body, he shuffled through the contents of the drawer again, and when he straigtened he held a blindfold, a feather, and a ball gag, "you want your apologie Quinlan, than you'll get one, in the form of the best sex you've ever had" he smirked at her and put the blindfold on, "open your mouth" he commanded, and she did as she was told, he placed the ball gag in her mouth and fastened it behind her head, he watched her play with it in her mouth, testing out how far she could open with it in her mouth, not far, was the answer, he then placed the feather beside the vibrator that had fallen on the bed, he started with a slow stroke with his hands, up her torso, down to her thighs, up her calves and then back down and up, causing her sences to go haywire because she couldn't see shit, when his hands left her body she tensed in fear and anticipation of what he might do next, but it continued steadily as fear when she heard nothing but his breathing, and his hands didn't touch her again, she could feel his presence, he was just standing there, presumably watching her, admiring the sight of her tied up and at his mercy.