actions louder than words
Note: I do not own Warehouse 13, I'm just playing with it. It's big enough ;)
Authors Note: None. Sorry, I apologize for any errors but I mostly write for fun. But since my picspams draw little attention, I hope the fic gets more ;)
Summary: His actions woke something in her, something she thought she repressed. One touch opened the floodgates and she realized what she needed.
((This take place after Claudia was writing on the chalk board after she got off the metallic lab coat and she had finished...as I said in the comments I'm so sorry I forgot most people can't read my mind...LOL))
As Claudia Donovan went to storm out of Arthur Nielson’s office but a hand cracking across her ass startled her and with a yelp, she whirled around to face him. He looked just as surprised as his own action and the shock that raced through her wasn’t just pain, with a small shudder she realized it was pleasure. “Again.” She found herself blurting out in a breathy voice she didn’t recognize.
Artie looked at her with his mouth gaping, he gingerly reached out and gave her a light timid swat and jerked away like she burned him. He was even slamming his eyes shut like he expected a slap for himself, across the face. She could hear his anxious breathing. Heart racing, she reached out, lightly skimming her fingers down the side of his face. “Please…” she implored.
The first instinctive spank woke something in her, feelings she had shoved down when she saw him again. She would never confess that her first sex dream was about him. That just about every day when she was in the asylum, she would hallucinate about him. For two years, until they were reunited, every thought was consumed with him.
Now all she could think about was her desire for him.
“C-Claudia?” he implored, locking eyes with her. He swallowed hard. “What do you want from me?”
“Uh-uh…” this would be the hardest thing, she’d ever say to him.
“Claudia?” She shivered; his voice was stern, deep.
She licked her lips, needing moisture for her suddenly dry mouth. “Artie…”
“What, Claudia?” he snapped.
“Spank me!” she almost screamed, then slapped her hand over her mouth. Releasing a shaky breath, she let out a sob, dropping her hand she continued. “I need…you…” the confession almost broke her, she felt the tears start. “I need a release, a punishment, something…”
Artie stood, capturing her face in his hands; his flesh was warm on hers. “Why?”
“Because!” now that the confession started, she was going to finish it. “I fixated on you for so long, I had dreams, fantasies! Maybe if I…we act on them…I’ll stop…wanting…” she trailed off, leaning into his embrace. “Please…”
He leaned forward and pressed his lips to her forehead. “I’m too old for you.”
“I don’t care!” she let her voice become a plea, “Artie, spank me, fuck me, touch me, anything!”
His demeanor changed in an instant and she found herself being pulled quickly into another room. It was so quick she was nearly tripped on her own feet. Before she could even glance at her surroundings or orient herself. She found herself thrown over his lap, pants shoved down.
She shrieked as his hand came down on her bare flesh but the shriek finished in a moan. “Oh God…” He continued to strike her sensitive flesh, never in the same place twice. After a few slaps he would stop to rub her hot skin, which was turning hot pink from his hand. Biting her lip, she felt her body throb, knowing that she was more aroused than disciplined. As his fingers skimmed down and he found her wet, he was the one to moan. She knew he was spanking because she had asked, not to punish her.
Whispering her name, he slid his thick fingers down her slit, slowly pressing into her. Gasping, she ground herself down, trying to get him deeper into her. He chuckled, holding her firm and not letting her control his movements. As one of his fingers slid as deep in her as he could, she whimpered. He slowly pulled almost out of her and slowly pushed back in, placing his palm against her sex. She ground herself against him, needing friction against her clit.
The chuckle he let out made her want more. Moaning low, she bit her lip, as he continued the slow pace within her, each time making sure to slide back in as deep as he could.
The room filled with the sounds of her panting breath and the squelching of her wet sex. When he added another and began to curve his fingers inside her, stroking something and pleasure she had never experienced before. Letting out a cry, she tried not to hit him as she squirmed.
“Fuck,” she panted, “Do it again.”
He leaned down over her, pressing kiss to the top of her head. “That, my dear, is your g-spot.” As he curved his fingers again, she bucked against his lap, soaking his fingers.”You’re welcome.”
“Don’t stop, please,” she begged.
“No intentions,” he promised, continuing his ministrations while Claudia was trying to keep from screaming on the top of her lungs.
The intense pressure and pleasure, then he sped up. Unable to hold it in, she let out a shriek and the deviant chuckle that sounded from him shoved her closer to climax. A stream of ‘oh my God’ left her lips like a chant as the pressure built within her. She never felt this before, not even by her own hands, but his thick fingers stretching her and stroking her in just the right way. Claudia felt his other hand seeking her clit, and once he found it and began to rub it in firm, hard circles she knew this was it.
That was it, as he rapidly rubbed her clit, combined with the thrusts of his other fingers, she howled as she came. As she climaxed with a gush, a high moan escaped her and as he removed his fingers, she used her last bit of strength to flip herself over. She watched as he lifted his fingers that had been inside her to his mouth and sucked the essence of her off from his flesh. Worn out, she had no idea what was going to happen next until he was lifting her and placing her on the bed. She was flopped on her stomach, pants still around her ankles, ass presented to him.
As he stood, his hand came down on her sensitive flesh one last time and she screamed into his bedding. “Jesus,” she sobbed as she almost climaxed again.
“No, dear, it’s just Artie. Next time you will do well to call my name instead,” he stated, leaning down and placing a kiss to her temple.
Claudia just moaned softly in response. “Next time?” she asked hopefully as her eyes felt like they were fused shut from the exhaustion of finally climaxing at his hand.
“I’m sure you’ll need to be “punished” again, I know you,” he chuckled, tossing a throw blanket over her.
She chuckled softly, “Sure will,” she assured him as she drifted off to sleep.
---To Be Continued---
I hope you enjoyed my first Warehouse 13 fic!
Also, may I have a author tag? *pouts*