*Mitch's Point of View*
There is only one word I can use to describe where we are.
Secluded.
Everywhere I look, all I see is green trees and purple mountains. Scott and I decided we wanted to go on a camping trip a long time ago, but he's been acting sort of strange since we pulled up to the small clearing that would serve as our site for the weekend. Anytime I ask about it, he just shrugs it off and changes the subject. Oh well, he'll tell me eventually.
The sun has just reached midday as we begin to unload the back of my car. Scott pulls out the tent and starts trying to set it up while I remove our bags and the cooler. I have just removed the last bag of supplies from the car when I spot a medium sized black canvas bag poking out from underneath the back seat. I tug it from it's hiding place, curious as to what Scott wanted to keep from me bad enough to shove it under the seat.
What I see is very confusing. A mass of leather straps of various lengths and flashes of what I can tell is some sort of metal. I look over at him, now very intrigued.
"Stingray?"
"Yes, Monkey?"
"What's this bag for?" He immediately straightens up and rushes to me, pulling the bag from my hands and hiding it behind his back. A blush spreads across his cheeks and he shuffles his feet in the most adorable way.
"Nothing at all, Motorbike. Will you help me set up the tent?" His quick subject change tells me that he'll talk later and that I should just drop it for now.
"Ugh, fine. I am so not here for this." My inner queen groans in discontentment when she sees the elaborate instruction manual. I'm just about to say something bitter and sarcastic when I notice two extra pieces that are not usually included in most tents. Two large wooden poles, one at each end of the tent.
"Scott?"
"Yes, Mitch?"
"Why are there two giant wooden poles in our tent?"
There's that blush again. What is going on? Leather straps with metal pieces, sturdy posts, secluded area.....
Oh. My. Gosh.
All the sudden the pieces fit together in my mind, and I fix him with a suggestive smirk until he starts rambling on about having to put the tent up. Naughty, naughty Scottland.
He turns to start pulling canvas over the poles, but now that I know what he's got planned I am not about to wait for some damn tent. I bite my lips to make them redder and ruffle my hair before crossing over to him and wrapping my arms around his waist from behind. His body stiffens as I begin to place light kisses on the back of his neck, my hands busy undoing the buttons on his shirt.
"Mitch...not now." I can tell he's struggling to maintain control of his voice.
"Not now?", I whisper in his ear with my nails scratching lightly across his abs. "You bring me to a place where I can scream as loud as I want to, take you anywhere I please, and tie you up with leather and you say 'Not now'? You must not know me very well, Scotty."
He takes a deep breath and turns to face me, dirt smudged across his cheek in the most rakish way.
"Those restraints are for you, Mitchell." He punctuates his sentence with a small growl and begins biting at my neck. For me? I guess I should've seen that coming. Boo, this could've been fun.
He has just started to pull my jeans down over my hips when I stop him.
"How about this... you get to use them today and Sunday and I get to use them tomorrow." I'm trying to reason with him, but his focus isn't very clear with my collar bones right in front of his face.
"Sure, sure." is his only response before picking a spot on the left side and marking me. Normally I would be irritated at him for not paying attention, but his hands are already down the back of my jeans, pulling at the hem of my underwear. This man is going to be the death of me.
I cannot think as he picks up 'the bag' and leads me over to the half finished tent. After instructing me to strip and lay on my back, which I do, he removes two braided leather ropes and binds my wrists tightly together followed by my ankles. He then reaches back into the bag, removing what appears to be some sort of mouthpiece. I just glare at him until he puts it back with a pout.
"There is only one thing I will put in my mouth all trussed up like this, and that is not it." He sighs deeply and kneels down next to me, kissing me lightly on the lips and running his hand up and down my thigh.
"Come on, Mitchie....please?" I strain against my bonds when his fingers begin to lightly stroke me, delicious torture that makes my stomach tighten.
"N...no, Sc-Scott." My answer is stuttered and breathy, but he gives up and starts to kiss down my chest. I throw my head back and moan loudly when I feel his teeth bite into my hip bones, wishing so badly that I could reach down and run my fingers through his hair. I hear the leather around my wrists creak with strain when he takes me slowly into his mouth, pulling away with a flick of his tongue. He repeats this several times before working me into a state of utter chaos, wiggling and moaning and begging to be released.
Since I have no hands to pull his hair or scratch him with, I have to resort to clenching my teeth together, which ends up hurting really badly. I'm just about to swallow my pride and ask for the mouthpiece when he suddenly takes all of me into his mouth at once, sending me over the edge with a loud cry.
Scott sits up and licks his lips with a self-satisfied smirk, apparently very proud of himself for shaking me this much. He flips me onto my stomach and unties me, running his fingertips over the little patterns the leather made in my skin.
"Of all the kinks you could possibly have, bondage is the one I least expected." I roll back onto my back and sit up to face him. I can see that he has a problem of his own now, so I slowly begin to rub him through his straining shorts while I wait for his response.
"I've been wanting to do that for a very long time. And I can honestly say, it did not disappoint. Watching you shake like that was absolutely worth not getting my... hair p-pulled." He begins to stutter at the increasing pace and pressure of my hand and I take the opportunity to push him onto his back.
I am now hovering over him, knees on either side of his hips. He groans in displeasure at the disappearance of my hand, but shuts up when I press my lips hard to his. He tilts his head to the side and parts his lips invitingly. I ignore it and trace his mouth with my tongue, playing with him when I bite his bottom lip hard enough to make him moan.
"D-don't tease me. Please, I'll do anything." The desperation in his words is all I need.
"Anything?" You can practically hear the smirk in my voice.
His nod of assent is the last time he moves without screaming loud enough to scare the birds.
A/N
Hey. I know that sucked and was awkward, but it's my birthday and I just figured smut, why not? I'll probably delete it tomorrow. Stay fabulous!
