Percabeth Dirty One Shots and Drabbles

WIRKYIWK 13

A/N: I know the other ones aren't posted on here yet but I'll get on it- here is 13 of WIRKYIWK...... by GreenConverse on AO3

"Hold your arms out in front of you."

Annabeth had no problem following that order, untucking the towel and tossing it aside as Percy opened one of the cabinet drawers. She swallowed as he pulled out a pair of leather cuffs, fastening one and then the other on her outstretched wrists. He tugged on the silver chain that ran between them, testing the hold; satisfied, he turned back to the drawer and pulled out a coil of dark blue rope, slinging it over his arm.

"Do I have to call you sir now?" she asked, surprised by how breathless her voice sounded.

"Only if you want to," he replied, pulling her arms over his head, her bound hands settling at the back of his neck. "I'd prefer it if you just used my name."

"All right," she said, carding her fingers through his hair as she guided him down to her mouth. "Percy."

She kissed him, eager to prove she was ready whatever he was going to give her. His hands slid down to her ass, digging into her flesh before he hoisted her up around his waist. He kept his mouth firmly on hers as he walked them back to the bed and set her down, giving her another squeeze before reluctantly breaking away.

"Kneel on the bed, facing me," he instructed huskily, ducking out of the loop of her arms. "Keep your arms out."

Trembling, Annabeth did as he asked, no sassy comment at the ready for once. He looped the rope through the chain on the cuffs, tying a loose knot, before he climbed on the bed behind her, feeding the remaining ends of the rope through an anchor on the ceiling. He pulled at the rope until Annabeth was upright on her knees, arms stretched above her head, practically every part of her on display. She tugged experimentally as he secured her, her pulse kicking up a notch as she realized just how little wiggle room she had. He really would be able to do whatever he wanted with her.

"Does that hurt at all?" he asked, adjusting her cuffs slightly.

"No."

"Good. If it does start to or you go numb, let me know right away."

Percy climbed off the bed and stood in front of her, admiring his handiwork. Annabeth blushed fiercely as his eyes fastened on the curls between her legs and he reached out to nudge her thighs further apart.

"Keep yourself spread for me, otherwise I won't give you a choice."

Gods. Annabeth closed her eyes, the slight touch and simple threat of more restraints nearly overwhelming her. She was burning for this - for him.

"Gorgeous," he said. "But I think there's something missing..."

When she opened her eyes, Percy had moved away from her and over to their discarded clothes. She twisted to see what he was doing, catching a glimpse of something glittering in his hand before he returned to her. He lifted the laurel crown to her gaze, a smirk pulling at his lips. Suddenly, she understood the fantasy he wanted to play tonight.

She'd be the untouchable queen. Difficult to impress. Unwilling to give an inch. But that was all right, because he didn't want her to give. He was her captor and wanted to take, to break through her facade and make her face her vulnerabilities. He wanted to remake her into something better, a powerful woman who was his and his alone.

She could work with this. She might be restrained, but on the bed, she had a few inches of height on him and could maintain some semblance of her Athenian arrogance. She eyed him dismissively as he placed the crown back on her head.