Crazy or Love? Based on BBC1's Sherlock's Moriarty. Moriartyxreader

Surprise Part I

S-M-U-T W-A-R--N-I-N-G!
-3rd person POV-
"You want to what?!" James asked you in disbelief as you held a black blindfold.
"I want to blindfold you. It's a surprise." You laughed. You admired him in his black Westwood, and purple tie. He looked amazing.
"I'm supposed to 50 Shades you, not the other way around!" He argued. You were already in the car, Sebastian at the wheel, but he hadn't stated the car yet. You needed James to put the blindfold on. You planned a perfect birthday gift in light of it being two days early. The night before you left for Australia.
"It's not 50 Shades, James! It's a surprise and you're putting the blindfold on, or you get to wait until I'm back from Australia to have me, again." He considered it, eyes narrowing at you.
"I could always sleep with Miya, instead. She'd be happy to." He didn't mean it, and you knew that. It was simply an empty threat.
"Then you'll never have me again. Ever." He huffed in defeat, and let you put the blind fold over his eyes.
"Go ahead, Sebby." You called through the window. James didn't like this idea, and held tightly onto you, arm around your waist. He didn't like the sensation of not knowing what was going to happen. Didn't like surprises at all.
"Why do I have to do this?" He argued. You decided to tease him a bit. You unbuckled, and straddled him, putting your arms around his neck, and you could feel his heart speed up. You leaned in close enough for your lips to brush his, and you could feel his excitement.
"Because you want me. Need me, even." He wanted to tear the blindfold off and take control of the situation, but somehow you being so dominant over him was almost better. You hopped off, smirking as you buckled your seat belt. He wrapped his arm around you, and crossed his legs to hide what you had done.
"That wasn't very nice." He kept his voice in that low, sexy tone, but still sang it. If Sebastian wasn't there, you would have him. Right here, right now.
The car came to a stop, and you unbuckled both you and James' seat belts. You got out of the car, and took James' hand, helping him out.
"Do you trust me?" You rubbed your hands over his shoulders, signaling you were behind him, and whispered into his ear. You felt shivers go down his spine, in a good way.
"Only if you trust me later." His voice was very implying, and you have a small giggle as you led him into your palace. You got on the lift to turn the lights on and then undid the blindfold. His eyes adjusted to the harsh lighting, he noticed that your previously hard, metal lift was now padded, and when he turned around he saw you, but not just you. You bit your lip, smiling up at him.
"Want to throw knives with me, Mr. Moriarty?" You leaned against him, and ran your hands down his chest. He smirked down at her.
"Most definitely, Kitten." He responded, and your smile fell, eyes narrowing at him. His smirk grew.
"Don't call me that." You snapped back. He looked you over, and then pushed you against the wall, unable to contain himself any longer. He crashed his lips to yours, and held your wrists at the sides of your head. The kiss was passionate, and hungry at the same time. He dropped your hands, and lifted you onto him, holding your head to his. He carried you to the lift, he set you down, and lifted it up. Once it was at the top, he forced himself on top of you.
"I've been waiting for days, now. I want you, and you keep teasing me. I'm getting what I want Kitten, and what I want, is you." His breathing was heavy, making his already sexy voice, irresistible. He connected your lips again. You tried to shove off his suit jacket, but he forced your hands back down, and broke the kiss. He looked down at you with a smirk.
"Nuh, uh, uh. Sorry, but Daddy's getting fed up with all these little games, so he's taking control." His voice was low and husky, and he hovered over you. You grunted in disapproval, and he smirked more. He pined your legs with his, and started kissing your neck, unbuttoning your deep purple button-up. He didn't take it off, but he let the sides fall, and kissed down your chest, moving hands to your hips. He ground his hips onto yours, and left sloppy kisses on your breasts. You grunted in pleasure, and he smirked into your tender flesh. He continued his kisses down your stomach, as he pulled down your skirt, leaving you in your lace black panties, and matching lace bra with your shirt laying to the sides. He scanned your body with a smirk. The scars were nearly gone, and (though he hated himself for it) he somewhat missed them, but loved the confidence to wear less now that they were gone. He still thought you were undeniably sexy. He put his thumb on the wet lace, and rolled circles into it, and you bit your lip to suppress a moan. He pulled down the panties, and tossed them behind him, and he rubbed the inside of your thigh. He stood up, looking at your nearly bare body. He smirked as he tossed his jacket onto the railing, and let his pants drop to the ground, as he folded his sleeves up. He knelt back down, holding your hips firmly in his hands. He kissed your inner thighs and licked around your entrance. You couldn't help the moans that escaped your lips as your back arched in anticipation. Or at least it tried to. His firm grip fought against it, and his cold hands causing you to tremble in his grip. He started to kiss your entrance, lightly prodding just the inside rim. You squirmed, wantingcseeeer more. Your gasps and moans made him smirk into your warm wetness. He lifted his head, and licked his lips. His fingers traced over your body lightly, and he caressed sensitive places. He stood up on his knees, still trapping you, and slowly started unbuttoning his shirt. Instead of pulling it off, he let the white dress shirt hang like yours, and you squirmed, desperately.
"Come on, James!" You pleaded. He chuckled maniacally, knowing precisely what he was doing to you. He hovered over your shaking figure, hands on your hips and legs on yours to keep you in place. He started kissing, licking, and nibbling your neck. He left a nice, purple bruise on your left collarbone, and he lifted himself onto his knees once again to admire his handiwork. He rubbed his thumb over the bruise.
"Mine. All mine." He sighed to himself. Hell yeah you were his. This perfect criminal, and you were his. All his. That's exactly the way you wanted it. He squinted at the mark, then pulled a black marker out of his coat pocket. He drew a small picture, then wrote his initials in a scripted font, and added the same clip art. He then wrote a quote in even tinier font.
"What are you doing?" You giggled, and he put the marker back.
"Just testing an idea out. I was right, you would look amazing with a tattoo." He smirked at the idea.
"Yeah, not until you get one." You challenged, and he leaned down to your ear. His burning lips adding to the sexual tension.
"One, I was already planning on it, and two, don't talk back. This is my day." He was really milking this birthday crap, but you loved the authority in his voice, and how you felt like he owned you somehow. He let his hands trail back down to the inside of your thigh, and he stuck two in, causing you to gasp, which led to more moaning. He pumped them a few times before pulling them out, and licking them clean. You tried to move your hips once more, searching for any sort of release.
"I can give you what you want, but first tell me you want me." His voice was commanding and you loved it. You were always one to take charge, every other guy you'd been with, you'd had, you were the dominant one. This was amazing though.
"I want you, James. I need you. Please." You begged, voice shaky. He smirked and rubbed, through the fabric, the key to your pleasure. Harder than you thought possible. He stood up suddenly, and pulled you up with him. He pushed your shirt off you again, and pushed you to the railing, in a deep, passionate kiss. He allowed you to pull the waistband of his 'shorts' away from his skin, and the slipped down. He in clipped your bra, and threw it to the ground of the lift. He forced his tongue into your mouth, and you enjoyed that little bit of him in you for a few moments. Then, without warning, he pushed into you, all the way. Pumping extremely slow to tease you. Your back arched to him, but he once again pushed you to the plush floor of the lift, taking dominance over your body, again. He continued the kiss immediately, and when he couldn't take it any more, he let himself pump faster and faster, filling you completely. The sound of your moans into his mouth, and his into yours in return made it all the hotter. You suddenly felt his release, and he let out a whole chain of connected, pleasured moans and grunts. He continued pumping for a bit, and you hit yours. You screamed in pleasure, back attempting to arch again, but his strong arms prevented it. He fell beside you, and you both laid in silence, minus the heavy breathing from both of you, completely in love with one another. Though, he would never admit it. James was the first to stand, but you already put you panties back on before you did. You also returned your bra to its place, before he even picked up his shirt. You slipped your skirt on, and pulled your button-up on, and began buttoning it. You turned and saw James in only his slacks, and shirt unbuttoned. You moved to him, and started buttoning. He smirked.
"What?" You asked playfully, slipping his jacket back onto him. He lowered the lift, but stopped it about three feet off the ground.
"Even dressing me, you manage to make it sexy, Kitten." You glared at him for the nickname.
"I told you not to call me that." You warned. His smirk grew.
"And what're you going to do about it, Kitten? Have more sex with me?" You loved the way it sounded, but it also turned you into his pet, not girlfriend. Smiling sweetly, you used all your  left over strength to push him over the railing. He fell on his behind, but was fine. You leaned onto the railing, and looked down at him.
"That." You smirked, and let out a lift giggle, which soon turned into a full-out laugh. He returned with a playful glare, and stood up, dusting himself off.
"Not funny, Sweetheart." He straightened out his suit cuffs, trying to sound/look pissed and intimidating, but his genuine smile ruined the whole facade.
"Actually, it is. THE Moriarty below someone? It's pretty hilarious." You both laughed, him thinking this was equally as funny as you did. He was the King, after all. He held out a hand to help you down, but you simply lowered the lift instead. Then you climbed over the railing, taking his hand for the small step. He looked at the scripted message on your collarbone, and smiled slightly.