Vox: A FanFic/X-Reader

Chapter Eight

I wake when he lifts my hips, pushing a pillow under my ass. A quick glance down and I'm smiling. He ties my ankle to the bed. Fun! I move to scratch my nose and learn the rest of me is already secured. Oh, he's crafty, but he did say he'd show me.

"What are you doing?"

"Good morning, love. As you can see—which reminds me," he looks around and snags a black t-shirt that was lying there. "I woke up in a mood. What's your safeword?"

"I don't have one."

"You really don't want to go there, not yet. We're still learning each other. Choose."

"Unicorn."

"Seriously?"

"Yes, you're my unicorn. The only guy who gets me."

"Aw, you're mine too." He crawls up my body with the shirt. "No gag." He licks up the side of my face and ties it around me as a blindfold. "Any questions so far?"

"Are there rules?"

"A couple."

"Do what I tell you when I tell you. Use the safeword if you need it. Let go and trust me to take care of you. Can you do that?" His tongue circles my nipple seconds before his teeth bite down hard enough I jerk.

"Yes."

"If you need me to slow something down or back off a little, say 'yellow.' 'Red' if you want me to move to something else. 'Green' if it's something you'd like a repeat of. Keep in mind, it's not up to you if the repeat is now or later."

"Okay," I say. He's really going to get it when it's my turn, which I thought it was. Guess the old saying, 'You snooze, you lose,' is true.

"You're thinking it was supposed to be your turn?" he laughs.

"Maybe," I say and wonder how he's always so in tune with me.

"I couldn't resist, but we can swap if you like."

"Next time, maybe. I don't mind," I admit.

"Let's get started." He starts my favorite playlist.

He settles between my thighs and touches the soles of my feet. I try to be still as he moves up to my calves, inner knees, thighs. He trails his fingers around my hips, below my ribs, and tickles my belly with light touches. He bites my left nipple while pinching my right, roughly. I suck in air.

He drags his fingers straight down between my ribs all the way to my core, but the touch is light. He pushes my thighs up, thumbs my labia apart. His tongue touches my clit so lightly, I shudder. "Any colors coming to mind?" he asks.

"Green, lots of green," I splutter.

He laughs, "I thought so. Don't forget your words. I could be confused."

"You're not clueless, incubus," I chuckle.

He uses the flat of his tone and licks all the way up, swirling around my clit. I buck toward him and he blows air while dragging one finger through my center.

"Greeen."

Using a single finger, he prods my entrance. It's not enough and I try to grind down on it. He pulls it out and I grind on air. It's slow torture. "I love seeing how much you want this—want me—my touch, my cock, my tongue."

"All of you, not just those parts."

"So expressive." Hands find their way to my nipples and pinch, dragging trenches into my skin without using nails on their way back. He moves back to my nipples and when I think he's about to pinch them, he licks my clit, swirling his tongue again. He pinches them then as he sucks my clit into his mouth.