Marvel One Shots

T'Challa x Cecelia

******Rated R mild BDSM******

"Leave us." He speaks to Okoye and Ayo but keeps his eyes locked with mine. I swear I could see fire in those dark eyes of his. He squared his already broad shoulders as he stood like the king he is. They exchange a smirk and tapped their spears on the floor before leaving the throne room. I hold his gaze, even while kneeling before him. I had just defied the king in front of the other council members. I knew what was to come by doing such. The king does not like to be defied, especially in front of a crowd

"T'Challa."

"My room, now." He demands. Not angrily but with authority. I nod, standing and heading down the many halls and floors to his fortress of solitude with him on my tail. Once we walked in, he bolted his doors shut as to not be disturbed. Everything was sleek, smooth and high tech. Blacks, golds, silvers, and whites covered his room. His walls were stone as it was built into the mountain. Better to hide loud noises.

"What will it be today?" I ask, turning around to find him connecting his kimoyo bracelet with a certain groove in his wall. A hidden cubby slid smoothly out from the stone containing blindfolds, toys, devices, cuffs, and rope. He gently picked up a gold silk blindfold before looking at me

"What do I have to do to make you stop disobeying me Cecilia?" He asks as he walks behind me, putting the blindfold on me as softly as possible. I smiled

"Get used to it." I heard a low chuckle as he tugged a strand of my silk black hair

"Do you remember your safe word?" He asks, walking around to face me. He puts a hand on my cheek and I lean into it

"Mmmm, spike." I smirk. He tugs harder on my hair this time. "Claw." I correct myself

"Good. Let us begin."

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We've hardly even started and my body was already shaking under me. He had stripped me, painfully slow as to torture me. T'Challa had also carefully handcuffed my arms behind my back before he grabbed a vibrator, turning it on and sliding it down my neck, the vibration tingled as he trailed it to my nipples where new sensations spread through my body. He took his sweet time before gliding the wand down my abdomen to between my legs. There, he repeatedly turned it off and pulled it away once I got excited and putting it back on full blast when I had relaxed

"Who is your king?" He asks, pressing the vibrator against my clitoris. My body shook with anticipation and wanting to release itself, I was about to explode. My breathing was hard, small moans escaped my lips. But he pulled the device away

"T'Challa don't stop please don't stop.." I moan out. He presses the vibrator to me once more

"WHO is your king?" He asks again, waiting till I almost explode before pulling away the toy once more. My body was on fire. I had to submit.

"You are my king!" I whimper. He pauses, knowing it hurts me to be this close to climax but unable to, before turning off the device. My body shook as I waited for him to do something, anything. But I heard nothing. Felt nothing. For a good minute or so everything was dead silent.

"You're damn right I am." He hisses seductively into my ear, causing me to flinch at the sudden noise. He removed my blindfold. He was now in only his black pants, pure muscles and strength was all I could see on him. The view never gets old. I noticed silk ropes strung from the beautifully carved black wood curtain rods surrounding his bed. As he instructed me to sit in the middle of his bed, he removed the handcuffs and tied my wrists together above my head. I looked from the restraints to him as he walked back to the wall of goodies. He picked up a black sleek butt plug and nipple clamps

"No way, nuh uh, nope." I shake my head as he crawls onto the bed and kneels in front of me so we're eye level with one another. Both of those are out of my comfort zone. He knows that

"Are you defying me?" He asks, a playful smirk spreads across his stunning face. I gulp, shaking my head. "Good. Now, pick your punishment." He holds out the two items in his hands. I look at them skeptically debating in my head the results from either

"Clamps.." I breathe out, looking him in the eyes. He smiles, blinding me with his stunning white teeth. He places the plug on the floor beside the bed before applying the clamps to my erect nipples. They hurt. Oh my god did they hurt. It felt like I could hardly breath, the slightest of movements triggered pain all through my core. I gasped, "claw. Claw." I squirmed trying to shake them off me. T'Challa chuckled

"At least give them a try my love." He leans in and kisses my neck. "Let me distract you from the pain.." He breathes against my skin

I exhale a breath as he trails kisses from my chest to my lips. His lips were as smooth as velvet and tasted heavenly. He slid around behind me, caressing all of my curves as he went and spread my legs, pulling my hips back slightly to rest on his lap. There, I felt his erection. A proud one at that. He rubbed the tip of his penis from my clitoris to my vagina, causing my body to get excited again and ready for what was next. He entered me from behind, a moan launched out from me. My body was, is, more than ready for this. Then he started thrusting, quickly picking up speed and strength. He gripped my hip with one hand and tangled the other in my hair, barely pulling my head back. The air around us was filled with my moans, his grunts, the slapping of skin and the slight clincking of metal beads from the nipple clamps. I had already forgot about them

"T'Challa.... I can't hold it in much longer." I whimper/moan as I arch my back. He grunts slightly

"You finish when I say you finish." He slammed into me harder, letting go of my hair and gripping both sides of my hips to demolish me. I'm not sure how much longer I can hold it in, I could already feel myself start to slip into the bliss of orgasm. I picked at the rope binding my wrists to distract myself the best I could from cumming all over this god of a man as he pounded into me, never holding back and in charge

"Ready?" He asks, still destroying my insides. I nod, biting my lower lip

"Yes my king." I barely moan out. I hear him chuckle

"Now." The moment the words enter my ears I let go of everything I've built up and I explode. As I hit my peak climax, T'Challa reaches around me and rips the nipple clamps from me. I gasp through a moan at every sensation that rips through me and let my body collapse. All but my arms of course. T'Challa stops thrusting as he's finished his climax too and smacks my butt

"Good my love. You've earned your rest." He proclaims removing himself from me and getting up to untie my wrists. I drop entirely into his mattress which was like sleeping on a cloud made of cotton feathers. He starts to pack away everything, leaving no evidence of our activities behind. A moment later I hear the cubby drawer get pushed back into the wall and am joined by T'Challa in his bed. He massaged my lower back gently as I cuddled closer to him

"I should defy you more often my king." I smirk as I place an arm across his abdomen and my head on his shoulder. He breathes out a chuckle

"Maybe you should my queen."