Investigation and Interrogation (a Sherlock smut fanfiction)

Investigation and Interrogation (a Sherlock smut fanfiction) Part 2

"You can't run and there is nowhere to hide. And I certainly wouldn't make any noises if I were you." He breathed into my ear.

He then slid his arm under my leg and put another hand on my back for support. I hadn't realised but while he had been speaking to me he had untied my feet. I was lifted off the chair and was in his arms. He carried me through what I think is his kitchen to another room. Although, it might not be a kitchen and more like a lab, due to all the unusual objects on the surfaces which could be experiments. Suddenly, I was thrown down onto a bed causing a moan to escape my lips and for me to turn over and to grip my sides. No sooner had I done this but I felt my hands being removed and lifted up behind me. There was a clinking of what sounded like metal and then I heard the final click of what I thought were hand cuffs. I tried to turn my neck but it was a too awkward position for me to be able to turn my head and see what he had prepared. My feet were left untied for now and my eyes returned to his as he began pacing around the fairly large bedroom.

I felt the heat rising in my body as he looked me up and down. I could feel my pussy throbbing in anticipation as he still looked at me and didn't touch me. As soon as I started groaning and sighing he came over to the bed and covered my mouth with his hand.

"I will remind you again. Don't make any noise or speak. You will regret it." He said almost angry as he removed his hand. My lungs were heaving after it was fully removed. It's hard enough breathing with the gag never mind his hand aswell. He sat back on his knees and began running his hands up my legs. I couldn't look at him because of the damn cuffs attaching me to the bed so I couldn't move. I was too intent on moving my head that I hadn't realised his hands were reaching for my breasts. Slowly, he started massaging them, gently pinching the nipple between his fingers from time to time. My brain couldn't form a coherent thought as I writhed beneath his touch.

It took everything in me not to cry out. He started kissing and sucking on my jaw and neck, trailing the kisses down the valley of my breasts and over my torso. He stopped just above my panties. I let out a soft moan as he started kissing along my hips. I was desperate for his touch right where I needed him. After his gentle teasing he finally began to slide my panties down my legs. They fell to the floor and his lips returned again to my body. He kissed further down, past my hips all the way to my throbbing heat. My heart was beating so hard and fast in anticipation that I thought it might break through my rib cage. His tongue swiped along my clit and I screwed my eyes up in pleasure, throwing my head back against the mattress. I let a small sigh escape but it was muffled enough from the gag for him not to hear. I felt a finger slip between my folds and a jolt of pleasure waved over my whole body. I wasn't going to last long at this rate.

His gentle kisses contrasting with his fingers was enough to send me over the edge but again I held back. He hadn't said I could come yet so I decided against it. I would probably be in even bigger trouble than I was in already. I didn't even know this man yet he is making me feel so different and has seen me in a way no one has. Why did he make me feel special? How does he know who I am? I felt another finger slide in and I tried my best to bite down on the gag so that I didn't scream. A few more seconds of his fingers pumping inside of me and he suddenly withdrew completely. My body yearned for him and I felt cold without his heat being close by.

Suddenly, he was hovering over my body, supported by his arms, his breath hitting my sore lips from the gag. He bent his head towards my neck and began sucking again on the tender bruises that were starting to form. My head tilted back once again to give him access. He moved my long, curly blonde hair that was spilling out accross the bed in thick waves so that he could whisper in my ear.

"You've been such a good girl. You didn't come and you didn't make too much noise and I think you have paid the price for the small ourbursts you made," he chuckled in my ear, "so you can come, but only when I say and if you behave I will remove the gag" he said, as his hands reached behind my head to untie the thin strip of black cloth. I sharply breathed in, my lungs finally filled with air. He kissed my swollen lips as I felt him push into me and I gasped against his lips. He buried his face into the crook of my neck as he slowly thrust in and out of me, gradually picking up the pace. I could feel myself squeezing around his long member. I was begining to sweat as I felt my orgasm coming. His soft moans muffled against my skin told me he was close. I moaned and he returned his face to just inches above mine. "Come for me." He said and I did so. I had been holding back so long it felt so good to finally be able to reach my high. He groaned and sighed as I felt him climax as well. He lay on top of me for a couple of minutes, our heavy, shallow breathing in sync as we fell into a sedated state. I was too tired to force my eyes to stay open as I felt the white room vanish into darkness as my heavy eyelids closed.

-2 months later-

I woke up sweating and breathing heavily as I looked around my room. Everything was as it should be as I looked around the cream patterned wallpaper of my bedroom walls. These weren't the walls I had been hoping to see, to tell me I wasn't going mad. About 2 months ago, I have a dream-like memory of it, I had been tied up in someones apartment and had experienced the best few hours of my life. But thats the thing. I didn't know who the person was, or why I was there or if it was even real. I have been going to therapists for weeks now with my vivid dreams and 'memories' of that day. They say that I am hallucinating and in shock and that I must've made the whole thing up and thought it was real and that it had happened. Because how could it be real? But at the same time, how could it not? It was so real and vivid. All the feeling, memories and things that I saw that day felt so real, I couldn't comprehend them not being real.

So here I am now, dreaming of that moment and waking up at 4 in the morning sweating and hyperventilating. It must be real. I have seen the man before, but I don't know where. I still don't know who he is, or if he even exists. I black out sometimes during the day and almost relive the dream/memory of his presence. There is something inside of me, and I don't know how dominant that part might be, that knows it was real and I cling on to that tiny bit of hope that I am not going mad and that it wasn't all a dream.

-A/N- And that's the end of that. Well that was interesting. Please remember to follow, read, vote and comment on this story. Comment if you would like more and I do take in requests so message me or comment what you would like me to write next. Stay beautiful, Mwaah <3