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Gamora enjoyed control.
Peter had slept with many women in his life, each one more unique than the last. Some with tentacles, others with limbs he'd never seen before, and sometimes, with twice as many lady parts. As different as they all were, they each shared a need to be satisfied, and Gamora had a desire that was unlike anything Peter had ever encountered before. He remembered a time where, after sleeping with well over a dozen women in the same week, he made a promise to himself, to "try anything at least once". Up until tonight, he thought he truly had.
Believe it or not, it's his first time in a blindfold, his first time with his wrists bound, in complete submission. It's a little startling, to say the least, but as Gamora lets her hands roam his naked, vulnerable body, he begins to take an interest to the idea of restraint.
He's a stuttering mess beneath her, the edges of her soft fingertips brushing against his shoulders, down his back, then ultimately disappearing when she starts whispering his name. She's mumbling other things, too. Phrases of comfort, he assumes, he's not sure. He's light headed, a little nervous and quite frankly considering the whole thing over, but it's too late, she's prodded inside him with gentle strokes. He lets out a yelp in surprise, despite bracing himself earlier with her fingers. It's not as painful since he's somewhat prepped, but it's still an odd sort of sensation. It takes a lot of unsure hip jerking him to get accustomed to the experience, and soon enough he's willingly pacing himself back and forth against her, in hopes of more friction. She laughs a bit, leaves a trail of kisses down his back before taking him by the waist and slamming into him with little mercy.
He can hear the slick of lube slap against him, inside him, his own throaty pleas echo throughout the room. He's red in the face at his own sounds, but he's in too deep to care, to focus, to want anything else but to be fucked raw. He writhes in the ties, anxious. He can't get himself off, and he can't see a thing, and he's so close, so very close. Gamora is well aware of all this, because her pace has slowed and her hands have left his body. She is in control here. She whispers to comfort him again, but that only gets him harder, has him aching and pleading her name to the very best of his abilities.
At last she finds him worthy of release, finding his entry at a quickened pace again. She reaches below to take his dripping cock with a free hand, steadying herself with the other. She drills deep into him, as she rubs teasingly at his throbbing erection. Every thrust accompanied by a grunt of pleasure, the lewd sound of skin slapping skin. “Please, don't, stop, fuck, oh fuck.” Peter props himself on his elbows and rides it out. She's hitting all the right places and has him on the edge. Ecstasy burns deep within in his stomach, getting turned on by both his own noises and the new thrill of being dominated. He wishes he could see her. He wishes she could see him; the needy, hot look on his face.
It's all too much, and finally he's made a mess in the sheets under them, a few jets of come seeping through her hand. Her touch vanishes again, and suddenly he hears the suckle of fingers. He yearns to see her do so, because hearing it alone is punishment enough. He wonders if she got hers, but remembers that tonight, Gamora's pleasure is elsewhere. He collapses on to the bed, turning on his back, feeling her warm breath on his face.
She takes off his blindfold and to his surprise, she's smiling. It's not proud or smug. It's almost childlike. He takes notice that she too, has stripped since the beginning, except for the harness adorned at her waist. He must look awfully pathetic, panting and slack jawed in front of her like that, but he's numb and in bliss. She lets a small chuckle leave her lips. “Thank you, Peter. It has been far too long since...I've enjoyed myself so much.”
He catches his breath and grins. “Well, I can't say I'm not a fan of your pelvic sorcery.” He admires her for a minute, before remembering his restraints. He brings up his wrists between them, a boyish look in his eyes. “Soooo, do I have to beg to get these off or..?”
It's not in her plans, but Peter sparks something in her.
“Try me.”