Amnesty / Restraints | Original Fiction: Inappropriate Use of Rune-Carved Cuffs

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Prompt: 256. Restraints
Word count: 513
Rating: E
Summary: there's one kind of situation in which Mack enjoys being restrained.
Warning for explicit sexual content.

The cuffs were tight enough to bruise. Mack’s arms were pulled back in a way that made her shoulder ache, almost on the brink of dislocation. Her ankles were cuffed to the chair’s legs. A fifth band was around her waist and bruises her waist. The leather was resistant by itself, but she could still break it if it wasn’t for the runes she helped Hunter carve on them. The leather was soft enough to not chafe were it was pressed against Mack’s exploded skin.

Hunter used her knuckles to gently caress Mack’s cheek: “Everything alright?”

“Yeah.”

“Good.”

Hunter them grabbed her chin and kissed her, hungry and dominant. Mack was only in bra and boxers, but it still felt like too many clothes. Her hands ached to grab Hunter, but it had been Mack’s idea.

Watching Hunter slowly undress, and doing it almost close enough to touch, was a delicious kind of torture. Mack was not ashamed of how it turned her on, but she was proud enough to not squirm. Hunter placed her hands on Mack’s knees and leaned closer, Mack would really like to bite and suck at her breasts in the moment.

“My eyes are up here.”

“I know.”

“You’ve been pretty hungry lately, uh?” Hunter kneel ed. “I see that the death of sex life is a myth.”

“First: I’m not a man. Second: I’m a sex demon.”

“Don’t men think with their dick?”

“Yeah. That’s the problem.”

“Source?”

“Straight women I fucked.”

“Makes sense,” Hunter loosened the cuffs just enough to push Mack’s feet and make sure her legs were properly spread. “Well, I think with my clit and its telling me to eat you out. Colo?”

“Green… are you going to ruin my boxers?”

“They’re ruined already.”

Mack huffed, even if she had ruined countless of Hunter’s underwear, and without the planning that Hunter usually had for her. Mack bit her tongue to avoid an embarrassing moan when Hunter pulled the fabric until she torn it out. 

Hunter had a similar reaction to Mack’s shows of strength during sex, the woman could not judge her.

Hunter kisses and bit up from her knee, skipped the needy part and went up her stomach and chest. Then she went down, skipping again and marked down Mack’s left thigh. Hunter was as rough as she wished too, Mack would be fully healed by tomorrow night anyways.

Mack tried to no buck her hips and be loud when Hunter finally put her mouth where she was supposed to. Maybe it felt a little more intense with how Mack was in the receiving end quite rarely, or Hunter was just a really good pussy eater. Hunter’s nails dug into her thighs to keep them spread, not that Mack would close them in this situation.

Mack threw her head back, Hunter doubled her efforts in response to Mack’s moans. She could feel the hunger on the pit of her stomach trying to gnaw on the sexual energy. Hunter’s arousal tasted delicious in all possible senses.

Maybe Mack had a pretty good idea.