Summary: Rose/Dave set in the Alpha verse. The bondage kind of fell by the wayside, sorry about that!!! Super rough draft, as well.
“You’re completely sure about this?” Rose asked one more time, ball-gag in one hand. Dave glared up at her impatiently for a moment, before relaxing and nodding just slightly.
“Yeah, I’m sure. Let’s do this this thing. Let’s make it hapen.” He opened his mouth to continue, probably on a nonsensical spiel, but the words dried up in his throat as Rose kneeled down to his level. From the holster strapped to her corseted waist she retrieved a riding crop and tilted his chin up with the end of it. Dave closed his mouth briefly to swallow, and then opened back up, lolling his tongue out at her.
Rose rose a brow at him, and then delicately held the crop in between two fingers as she reached around either side of his head to buckle and tighten the gag into place. Dave made a quiet sound when it started to actually wedge his lips apart, something like a soft, nervous laugh. His shoulders tensed briefly as he tested the straps binding his arms together behind his back. Rose gave him a sharp slap on the back of the shoulderblade for the efforts, more of a warning strike than something intended to actually hurt.
Even so, Dave relaxed at the hint of pain, nostrils flaring as he let his head hang slightly. He gazed up at Rose through his lashes, shades long since abandoned at Rose’s front door.
“You know,” Rose began, conversationally, and Dave had to exhale slowly again to keep from tensing even more at that than at the implement in her hand. “There’s been a scandalous rumor going around. The media seems to think we’re long lost siblings.” She laughed slyly. Dave’s eyes narrowed in response. “What do you think they’d make of something like this?” She asked, staring down at him.
Her eyes seemed to flash briefly, and then Dave found himself locked into her gaze. Immediately his eyes widened as he tried to speak up, but only managed to mumble messily, drool already coating his bottom lip in his haste to try and say something. To ask her if she was honestly going to do this, at the very least.
Her smirk widened as violet eyes seared their way into his mind ruthlessly, unapologetically. Sans shades or the ability to move out of the way of her piercing gaze, Dave had no choice but to kneel where he was and feel more violated by the second. To his mounting horror, he realized that even that was prompting a physical reaction. He had absolutely no doubt that she was all too aware of that.
A few more moments of it had him shaking and quivering with the need to escape, to find release. With a high noise, he forced his eyes closed. Immediately, her force of will retreated from the depths of his consciousness, like a probing tentacle that he had just bitten. Rose outright snarled, as if the metaphorical injury had carried over, and he felt the crop whistling through the air moments before it cracked across his cheek with enough force to make his head turn.
Fuck, he thought, gritting his teeth and hoping the mark wouldn’t show in the morning. Even so, he kept his eyes tightly closed, forcing her to push him into his back. Dave snorted out roughly as his arms were wrenched under his own body weight, and then Rose’s as she straddled him, bracing herself on his shoulders.
“Open your eyes,” Rose hissed. Dave hesitantly obeyed, until he found that her eyes were fine, they were normal, and then he opened them fully, panting. “Too much?” she then asked, bringing the crop up to rest delicately against the base of his throat. Dave stilled for a moment, and then slowly shook his head. She nodded back at him, and then shifted her weight off her arms and back onto her thighs. Even though the fabric of her dress he could feel her ass settled onto his cock, and he shifted, trying to grind up against her.
She paused and blinked a few times, as if trying to figure out what to do with the erection pressing up against her. Then she regarded him curiously, as if thinking. Dave kept pushing up against her steadily, already losing himself to the friction. After a moment, Rose lifted up off him, and he almost groaned with loss. He stared at her pleadingly all the same as she hiked up the back of her dress over his bent knees.
When Rose settled back down, Dave’s eyelids fluttered at the sensation of milky white flesh instead of cotton. He started to rut himself against her once more, content with as much as she was willing to allow him. “This is much better when I don’t have to deal with this,” she said, tapping at his spit-shined bottom lip. He made a soft amused sound as his mind came up with several comebacks at once.
“But my favorite thing to do, brother dearest…” She cooed the pet name like she always did, and his ears burned from the depravity of the things it did for him. “…is this.” Her hand tightened on his chin, holding his head in place as she leaned over him and began to See into him again. At the same time, she finally started to actively grind back down onto him, meeting his shallow thrusts. Dave’s pupils blew out when he realized that they were both worked up enough for his cock to slip easily along and into the crack of her ass.
“Brother,” Rose breathed, and Dave strained against the leather straps holding him pliant beneath her, suddenly all too aware of just how tightly they’d been done. She was going to see everything, there’d be nothing left of him that she wouldn’t be privy to. “Open up,” she said softly, and he gave in, arching up until he nearly lifted her up as well.
When his eyes rolled back, there was that sense of Rose withdrawing from him, only this time the mental tentacles, metaphorical or otherwise, were sufficiently sated. She chuckled softly, as if pleased, even as he gave in to exhaustion underneath her.