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sifshoney-notactive · 4 years

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Okay, this is a small Myrona one-shot I wrote, because these two are killing me.

The "breathing your life" quote comes from Iris by Goo Goo Doll, but I wrote it listening to Wait by NF slowed down.

If you want something to listen while reading, I recommend both of them.

I leave you now to your reading! Hope you enjoy!

New Orleans' skies

That day the skies of New Orleans were pouring incessantly, almost as if they intended to mirror Myrtle's eyes. The redhead witch was lying on the bed, shaken by her own pain, a hand reaching sometimes to catch her tears and prevent them from wetting her chin.

The Robichaux's Academy was quiet, and one would even say calm, without knowing the endless turmoil of the women living there. The calmness was surely caused by Fiona's absence, and while Myrtle would have sworn otherwise in front of anyone else, she hated it. Fiona's absence was everything she longed and feared, everything she needed and yet despised. She knew that the years had passed.

She knew that she shouldn't care.

But the thought of Fiona in that man's arms, whoever he was, was sickening and heart wrenching at the same time.

She felt her heart literally sink, her body numbing and her stomach revolting, and she could hear Fiona's laughter somewhere, almost as if her pain was entertaining for the wicked witch who had caused this endless pain.

Wicked bitch.

And there she was, Myrtle Snow.

The Head of the Council.

The protector of truth.

The mother of Cordelia Goode.

And at the end, just Myrtle.

Drowning in her own pain, just like she had all these years.

Did Fiona remember?

The times they kissed, they held each other, the times they stayed up all night? The times they looked at each other and could see the world?

Maybe she didn't. Maybe she had just been a game of young Fiona to further her own roots as the supreme, or maybe she had just been nothing to her.

Myrtle didn't know and it was killing her.

She was now 60 years old, and yet she felt the same pain she felt when she was 20. She had given anything to the Coven, to Fiona.

She did not know what else she could give, if there was anything left of her that could be useful.

Fiona had taken it all, scratching the bottom with cat-like claws. Ironic, since she used to make fun of Myrtle for her love of felines.

Cordelia had been worried for her that morning, mumbling words like "you're so pale, Auntie Myrtle".

Pale.

Fiona even managed to suck colour dry from her skin.

The Myrtle that was now lying on the bed was clutching at the blankets, muffling her sobs with the pillow.

She couldn't let anyone know.

Being without dignity in private was one thing, in public it was a totally different one, and for now in the coven she still had to hold her title. Her name.

For Delia she could be Auntie Myrtle, and for Fiona she could be "Myrt" but in the coven she had to be Myrtle Snow.

And yet she wished she could go back to being just Myrtle.

Just a woman, in her own bed. Preferably with Fiona by her side.

Even if it was to mock her, or fight.

She would have taken anything, for another day like that.

For another time in which it was just the two of them.

Myrtle set up on the edge of the bed, still shaking due to her violent breakdown. She still intended to cry, but she was also thirsty, and if she did not want the coven to die with her she had to live.

With trembling hands, she reached out for an empty glass and a bottle of whiskey on the table close by.

The flavour was inebriating, and reminded her of the taste on Fiona's lips. The bitch lived on that stuff.

And Myrtle lived best on her lips, so it only seemed reasonable to drink more. Not so much as to get drunk, just as much was needed to remember.

Suddenly, the sound of a door closing with force spread throughout the whole house, making Myrtle drop the glass on the floor, shatters of glass everywhere.

It wouldn't go unheard. It couldn't.

Before Myrtle could even start to lean and take the shards, Fiona had opened the door abruptly, closing it right after stepping inside.

"What is it, huh? Need a little hand, Myrt?"

She was smirking, and yet Myrtle couldn't catch the usual bitterness in her tone when she talked to her.

"You scared me" mumbled Myrtle, turning to finally lean and catch the pieces of glass constellating the floor.

"I know, Myrt. I am sorry".

Myrt looked at her, almost in wonder.

Fiona Goode didn't apologize. Ever.

Unless she did want something.

"Do you need anything, Fiona? I mean, I don't think you have come here just to help me with a broken glass. If you need something just spit it out"

"Are you trying to imply something? I mean, if I am not wrong I managed to get rid of the witch hunters without you"

"Oh yes Fiona, I am sorry I forgot such an important thing that happened when I was little more than dead", spat Myrtle, finally managing to recompose with her powers the glass.

"No Myrtle, I… I am sorry, really sorry".

Fiona's voice was insisting, and for once, honest, so much that Myrtle couldn't help but just nod.

And break down again, but she was no glass.

She couldn't fix herself with so much as a snap of her fingers.

Fiona had already reached her side, wiping her tears away and holding her firmly against her body.

"Wha-"

"Shh, Myrt… I want you now, don't push me away"

Myrtle just couldn't decide if this was a sick dream, or if she had really heard those words, but for now she settled to inhaling the scent of cigarettes and whiskey, hiding her face on the crook of Fiona's neck.

Fiona was the first to let go, and she looked in Myrtle's eyes, looking downward to settle her gaze on her lips.

"I've been waiting so much to do this" she said, before crushing her lips into Myrtle's instantly tasting her essence, what made her so… her Myrtle.

She deepened the kiss, so much that without noticing, she had climbed on Myrtle, lying her body on hers.

"Fiona, isn't he going to-"

"I killed him".

Those words had left the blonde witch's lips almost harshly, as if she was annoyed of the interruption.

"You killed him?! Are you crazy?"

"No, I am just deeply, madly in love with you, and I don't want anyone or anything coming against us. Ever again, not again".

Myrtle was looking for any sign of dishonesty from her, and while she desperately wanted to care for what happened to the man, she couldn't find a lie in Fiona's iris, or any fucks to give for the man that had just been slaughtered.

She could just inhale Fiona's scent and lose herself in her eyes.

"I... why now? Is it because you are dying?"

"No, it's because I want to live, and the only way I have found I can live is by breathing your life. Living it with you. I need you Myrtle, please…"

This time the interruption was sudden, and yet much more appreciated. Myrtle's tongue continued dancing with Fiona's, exploring again her mouth. She couldn't have enough of it.

She couldn't have enough of her.

Fiona smiled and gave in.

They were both at home.

That night the skies of New Orleans were clear of any cloud, almost as if they intended to mirror Myrtle's soul. The redhead witch was lying on the bed, held tightly by the love of her life, a hand reaching sometimes to brush her own hair away from her face. She smiled.

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xxkellsvixen19xx · 5 years

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Right For All The Wrong Reasons Duncan Shepherd x Fem Reader (18) AU

Dedicating to @langdonsinferno for our mutual love for the film American Beauty, couldn't resist writing this concept hope you enjoy!

A/N: Used some of the main elements to the plot of the film American Beauty with some adjustments and changes. Duncan Shepherd becomes disillusioned with his existence and begins to hunger for fresh excitement in his life. As he experiences a new awakening of the senses, his marriage to Claire Underwood-Shepherd was a dead end heading nowhere but when their daughter Alexis brings her friend Y/N around Duncan's fantasies get the better of him, bound and determined to get what he wants he let's his lustful thoughts become reality when he seduces the barely legal 18 year old fulfilling his wildest desires.

Warnings: Cheating, Lust, Fantasizing, Barely Legal 18 Year Old Reader, Fingering, Masturbation, Oral (Fem Reader Receives), Virginity Loss, Rough Sex, Choking, Dominate Duncan, Submissive Fem Reader, Mention Of Divorce, Dirty Talk, Daddy Kink, Absolute Dirty Smut

Word Count: 4,361 Words

Note: Lyics used in this fic are from American Woman by Lenny Kravitz and Beach by Mew

Duncan Shepherd becomes disillusioned with his existence and begins to hunger for fresh excitement in his life. As he experiences a new awakening of the senses, his marriage to Claire Underwood-Shepherd was a dead end heading nowhere but when their daughter Alexis brings her friend Y/N around Duncan's fantasies get the better of him, bound and determined to get what he wants he let's his lustful thoughts become reality when he seduces the barely legal 18 year old fulfilling his wildest desires.

They were always fighting. There were screams, a loud crash and shattering glass. I quickly escaped to my room and closed the door

He was outside.

I turned on the music, so I wouldn't have to hear anything from downstairs. I brushed my hair. It was dark and long, much like raven's wings or maybe just a black veil draped over my head. The mirror reflected sad eyes of a little girl, hiding behind that veil. The veil had been put on at the very moment of birth, since my family was never a family, but a nest of cruel and uncaring people.

I went to the window and eyed the front yard. He was there, I knew it, even though I couldn't see him. Carefully I let the music carry me, lyrics letting me sway to the beat.

"It's hard to make sense

Feels as if I'm sensing you through a lens

If someone else comes

I'll just sit here listening to the drums"

I had closed my eyes. The notes flew through me like a force of pure emotion, so raw and so deep that it almost hurt. I could've stayed like that for a long time but I knew that was not what he expected.

I opened my eyes. Then I slowly took off my top, revealing the skin beneath it. There was no need for a show, he didn't want that. I didn't want that. Or at least I thought I didn't. My real wants and needs had blurred with his, making me obey him blindly. Still, he didn't force me to do anything. It was all up to me to make my next move.

I took off my bra. When I revealed my breasts, I saw a quick move somewhere in the night. He was there, watching me, I was sure of it now. I swirled a stray of hair around my finger, then let go of it. I traced the line from under my jaw right down to my waistline, feeling the breastbone, the navel and the fabric of my skirt. Then I stopped.

"The world is like you

Here time's the charm

Like a dog it's breathing

They're just as lonely

And we all make mistakes once in a while"

//Seated in the bleachers, next to the high school BAND, is a group of about twenty TEENAGE GIRLS, dressed in pale blue and white uniforms. Among them, Alexis sits next to Y/N Y/L/N. At eighteen, Angela is strikingly beautiful; with perfect even features, h/c hair and a nubile young body, she's the archetypal American dream girl.

On the gym floor, the girls perform. They're well-rehearsed, but too young to carry off the ambitious Vegas routine they're attempting.

Duncan Shepherd leans forward in his seat.

He is focused on Y/N now. Everything starts to SLOW DOWN... the MUSIC acquires an eerie ECHO…

He watches transfiixed.

Y/N looks directly at us now, dancing only for Duncan. Her movements take on a blatantly erotic edge as she starts to unzip her uniform, teasing us with an expression that's both innocent and knowing, then... she pulls her uniform OPEN and a profusion of RED ROSE PETALS spill forth…

Y/N, fully clothed, is once again surrounded by the other girls. The HIGH SCHOOL BAND plays its last note, the Dancing Spartanettes strike their final pose, and the audience APPLAUDS.

Claire Duncan's wife claps along with the rest of the audience while he just sits there, unable to take his eyes off Y/N.

The game is long over. Y/N and Alexis come out of the gym. Duncan and Claire stand at the edge of the parking lot. She crosses reluctantly toward her parents, followed by Y/N. “Congratulations, honey, you were great.” Duncan praised his daughter. “I didn't win anything.” She states offhandedly with a shake of her head. “Hi, I'm Duncan.” He extends his hand to his daughter's new friend. “Hi.” her voice is melodic Duncan is drawn in, though she comes across shy he senses something about Y/N, something beyond the shy front Y/N has in place.

“This is my friend Y/N Y/L/N” Alexis introduces you to her parents, her parent's looked like the high class version of the typical 9-5 office job type of couple. Claire is well reserved and has made quite the name for herself in D.C. in the political profession, Duncan Shepherd was tall handsome dressed in a $10,095.00 Giorgio Armani business suit. The 5 o clock shadow that adored his handsome face and every hair on his head was perfectly in place, the scent of his cologne Killian's Black Phantom waived through the cool night air. Duncan was old enough to be her father at the distinguished age of 35 and though it was inappropriate Y/N already found herself attracted so strongly that it was impossible to deny. She couldn't help all the dirty overly sexual thoughts that already flooded her mind, but then again neither could Duncan despite the 17 years age difference their minds seemed perfectly in sync.

Later that night….

Y/N POV

Duncan and Claire were in bed, even in a deep sleep Mrs. Shepherd looked determined. Duncan is in that boundary between sleeping and awake he stares up at us.

A solitary single red rose petal falls slowly through the air.

Duncan's POV

'It's the funniest thing’

The red rose petal lands just in view on Duncan's pillow.

Duncan POV

‘I feel like I've been in a coma for about twenty years, and I'm just now waking up.’

More rose petals fall to the bed surrounding him, in his dream induced haze he smiles up at the almost life like vision that played out before him.

Duncan's POV

Y/N, naked, FLOATS above us as a deluge of ROSE PETALS falls around her. Her hair fans out around her head and GLOWS with a subtle, burnished light. She looks down at us with a smile that is all things…

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A few days later Alexis brought Y/N over after school, it was Friday night the initial plan was a sleep over and girl time.

The two were in the living room in front of the large screen streaming music videos from YouTube. “Oh, shit. They're home. Quick, let's go up to my room.” Alexis clicked the tv off tossing the remote aside. “I should say hi to your dad I don't want to be rude.” Y/N called from behind her shoulder sauntering towards the kitchen. “Besides I could use a drink, you want me to grab you one?” “Yes there is root beer thanks.” Alexis responded hastily disappearing.

Duncan is in the kitchen faced towards the open refrigerator. “Nice suit.” Her voice rings out immediately causing him to snap at attention to face her, He is instantly transfixed.

Duncan's POV

‘Y/N leans against the counter, twirling her hair.’

“Your looking good Mr Shepherd.” There is a saying that says flattery will get you no where but to him hearing anything come from her lips would get her anywhere even if it was naked in bed with him to play out all his wild dirty fantasies. In the eyes of the state 18 is considered an adult so in all honesty it would be consensual. She slowly moves towards him, “the last time I saw you you seemed kinda wound up.”

Duncan's POV

‘She reaches inside the refrigerator to grab a bottle. As she does, she moves to place her other hand casually on Lester's shoulder. He sees it coming. Everything SLOWS DOWN, and all sound around in that moment FADES…’

‘Her hand as it briefly touches his shoulder in SLOW MOTION. We HEAR only the amplified BRUSH of her fingers against the fabric of his suit, and it's unnatural, hollow ECHO…’

Duncan snaps back into reality, the hear and now. Y/N grabs two root beers from the fridge smiling at him. His eyes narrow just slightly with that mixture of sexy yet dangerous.

Duncan's POV

‘He cups her face in his hands and kisses her. She seems shocked, but doesn't resist as he pulls her toward him with surprising strength. He breaks the kiss, looking at her in awe, then he reaches up and touches his lips. His eyes widen as he pulls a ROSE PETAL from his mouth right before we…’

Real time...

Y/N is back against the counter, drinking the root beer. Duncan stands by the refrigerator, gazing at her, still lost in fantasy.

Later that night….

Claire lies sleeping. Duncan is awake, staring at the ceiling. After a moment, he gets up, taking care not to disturb Claire, and walks toward the bathroom.

‘Across from us, in a PEDESTAL BATHTUB, is Y/N. She smiles and beckons us, and we MOVE CLOSER. ROSE PETALS float on the surface of the water, obscuring her naked body.’

‘Duncan leans down by the bathtub like a man in church. “You've been working out, haven't you? I can tell.” She arches her back looking up at him provocatively. “I was hoping you'd give me a bath, I'm very very dirty.” ‘

‘Duncan gives her a hard look, then slowly slips his hand into the water between her legs. Her eyes widen and she throws her head back...and we…’

Y/N POV

‘His hands run over my body and I let out a soft sigh. I need to ease the ache between my thighs. I need him touch me, to tease me. I need to cum. Wanton desirous thoughts invade my mind. The feeling overwhelms me and I can't do anything else until I'm sated. I let my thighs fall open as he slips his fingers into my cunt. Heat envelopes them as he slide two inside.’

‘My cunt throbs with pleasure. I feel you inside me, filling me. He slide another finger inside, greedily filling me, thrusting them in and out to keep rhythm with my hips. I lift my leg, needing him to push deep, feeling the velvet walls of my cunt squeezing tight around his fingers. My arousal surges. My legs tremble. I wonder if you can feel me. Feel how my body knows just how to respond to your touch.’

‘My clit throbs. He presses harder, stroking me. His fingers are slick against me. My body begins to succumb. I don't want to draw it out any longer. I need it too much to let it last. I need to be greedy. I need to be satisfied. His fingers move frantically over my clit. My cunt pulses harder. I feel the heat building inside me. I gasp again and a small cry escapes my lips. I can't control my hips as they buck up against his hand. My heart pounds as I feel pleasure flood my body. Hot breath rushes from my lungs as I cry out. Warmth pulses over his hand and I careen into bliss. Can you feel it?’

Real time…

Claire, her eyes wide, listening to the rhythmic BRUSH of Duncan's hand as he masturbates under the covers. She flips over and faces him, “what are you doing?” A beat passes “Nothing” he responds frustrated. Claire switches on the bedside lamp, “you were masturbating weren't you?” “Don't be ridiculous Claire I was not.” He turns his back to her letting out a loaded sigh. “Yes you were” she challenged. He turns to face her trying to appear innocent but gives up. “Alright so shoot me I was whacking off!” Claire gets out of their bed repelled Duncan can only laugh. “That's right. I was choking the bishop. Shaving the carrot. Saying hi to my monster” Claire shakes her head “that's disgusting.” “Well, excuse me, but I still have blood pumping through my veins!” Yelled argumentativly.

Duncan's POV

‘ Claire this hasn't been a marriage for years. But you were happy as long as I kept my mouth shut. Well, guess what? I've changed. And the new me whacks off when he feels horny, because you're obviously not going to help me out in that department.’

//American woman, stay away from me… american woman, mama let me be… don't come a hangin' around my door... I don't want to see your face no more...//

Duncan has retreated downstairs to the kitchen, opening the refrigerator he grabs a beer and starts to head toward the family room.

Duncan's POV….

‘AS we MOVE SLOWLY around a corner, Y/N comes into view, standing at the STEREO, holding a CD case. She's been crying; her face is puffy, and her hair mussed. She regards us apprehensively... then puts on a slightly defiant smile.’

‘ ‘'He leans against the wall taking a swig of his beer, “Not at all, bad night?” “No not really just strange” she replies. “Believe me couldn't be any stranger than mine” he stated with an exasperated huff. She smiles. They stand there in silence; the atmosphere is charged.’

‘ “Alexis and I had a fight…. It was about you.” Y/N admitted. “She's mad at me because I think your sexy.” Duncan grins. He is sexy. “Do you want a sip?” You nod. Duncan holds the bottle up to her mouth and she drinks clumsily. He gently wipes her chin with the back of his hand “so are you going to tell me what you want?” He asked with an eyebrow raised. “I don't know.” It was a lie she knew exactly what she wanted. “You don't know?” ‘

‘His face is very close to yours was this really happening--or was it mere imagination… “what do you want?” She asked him her eyes locked on his. “Are you kidding? I want you. I've wanted you since the first moment I saw you. You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.” Y/N takes a deep breath just before Duncan leans in to kiss her cheek, her forehead, her eyelids, her neck… “you don't think I'm ordinary?” “God, fuck no… you couldn't be ordinary if you tried.” Duncan presses his lips to yours in a seductive kiss, it was wrong but felt oh so right in a variety of ways.’

‘Y/N lays back on the couch as Duncan moves in over her. He pulls her jeans off and gently brushes his fingers over her legs, then moves up and caresses her face.. He starts unbuttoning your blouse. Slowly he eyes every inch of her skin. Duncan pulls her blouse open, exposing her breasts. He looks down at her, grinning, unable to believe he's actually about to do what he's dreamed of so many times, and then… “It's my first time.” Duncan laughs surely she is kidding right? ‘

Y/N POV….

‘ I laid down and he was sort of kneeling over me as we kissed. “You’re a lovely girl.” Duncan's voice was kind of firm. I imagined he was expressing irritation with me for earlier telling him about being insecure about my looks. I felt uneasy for a moment. I was embarrassed that I was wearing an old plain white bra. I looked up to see if he was staring at my breasts, but he was to my surprise looking at my face. I wondered if he thought they were unattractive or if maybe he didn’t like breasts. “I don’t think you ever did tell me.” he broke the silence. I pulled off my skirt and underwear, and then he moved his head down. For a while I stared at the wall, and then I caught a glimpse of his head down in between my legs. I wondered what he was doing.’

Duncan's POV…

‘ I was kissing and licking everywhere between your thighs I could tell you were getting turned on. I moved on to the clitoris, I starting with gentle licking and sucking. I look up to see you “does that feel good, babygirl?” You were unable to respond but by your blissed out expression it was clear I was doing something right. “You look so hot right now, at my mercy, so young so vulnerable” I paused for a moment then I asked you, “Did any guy ever do that to you before?!” ‘

Y/N POV…

‘ “Do what?” my voice came out nervous betraying the brave front I often gave off. “Eat you out.” Duncan responded seductively. Despite the dim lighting I could see the smirk on his face. I had felt his face and hair rubbing against my thighs, it kind of tickled but at the same time it turned me on. I felt an unrelenting pressure build in my abdomen it was driving me insane. I could smell my pussy juices on his breath. ‘

‘ He moved in to kiss me. I wanted him to kiss me, but I didn’t want him to think I would want something like that, so I turned my head to the side to dodge him. But he tried again, grinning big, and we kissed and I was excited by him forcing a kiss on me and forcing me to taste myself on his tongue. Then two of his fingers went into my dripping pussy and it hurt tremendously. My eyes snapped shut and I started to moan both from pain and out of feeling an obligation to make him think I was enjoying it (and in all honestly I really was), and feeling like I wanted to excite him by moaning and groaning.’

‘ I peeked my eyes open and saw his face was right over mine, watching my reactions. he was grinning god how he looked so sexy right then. “God, you’re wet.” he moaned. He took his fingers out and held them up to the light. They were drenched, completely covered in my arousal.’

‘ I writhed beneath him in sexual bliss, nothing mattered in that moment than how this felt, how my body responded to his. My body was a map but every inch, every curve he knew it almost like committed memory. I was made for him and he knew it, I knew that there would never be anyone else that could ever make me feel like this it was like ‘devine appointment’. He was experienced and he knew just what to do and boy he did it well. I embraced the desire to quench the sexual fire that burned throughout my body setting every nerve ending on a blazing rage of intense fire.’

‘ “Cum for me babygirl.” His voice was firm yet commanding. My body detonated. The heat that had built up inside of me for what seemed like forever and had been centred entirely on my most sensitive areas and it burst out. Warmth and tension coursed through every vein as my heart leapt for joy and pumped my blood explosively. My skin tingled as a wave of goose bumps rode a shiver along my body stretching out to every extremity as my breath caught in my throat. I could feel fluid blasting out of my exposed and knickerless core and soaking my thighs further as an orgasm ripped through me.’

Duncan's POV….

‘ “Do you like that? Do you like I make you feel.” I own every single piece of your body, and we are attached to each other as one. I love how your skin tone matches your lips and make your hot eyes look brighter when you look me directly in the eyes telling me that you know I'm have you, I have you right where I want you. I want to cover you in marks and hickeys hearing you moan uncontrollably.’

‘ “ I want to make love to you, rub my cock on your clit, make you beg for it for me to put it inside of you. But I'm not going to until you say please daddy fuck me. Over and over again, I want to make you drip babygirl.” Your frustrated state was almost endearing, your face was flush, I heard your needy please leave your lips like a prayer. “Please daddy fuck me, I want to feel every inch of you rip me apart. I want you to fuck me so hard I can't walk straight for weeks afterward.” You begged me.’

‘ “Well since you put it that way…” my body was in overdrive, in an almost inhuman speed I was out of my pants discarding them off to the sidelines. “I want to choke you while I fuck you relentlessly, I think it's only fair to warn you that this won't be sweet and slow but it will be hard, fast and deep. I don't intend on showing any mercy.” I smirk at you before I slammed into you without warning giving you no time to adjust to my size. I want to ruin you, rip you apart, test your limits.” ‘

‘ Pelvic bones got heavier, shifted somehow. Y/N not only experiences multi-orgasmic fireworks, but a more realistic longing for the act of sex to last longer, to “feel more.” ‘

Y/N POV….

‘ When we had danced and I lost myself—in him, in the music, in the shapes on the wall—I was also intensely aware of myself physically. I felt as though my pelvic bones got heavier, shifted somehow. And when he had pushed into me on the mattress, I was wet, though I hadn’t known I would be. His warm slide in and out felt not like the intrusion, but like something that was already part of me. I hadn’t any sense of wanting him to finish: I’d reached and pushed against him to feel more. “Deeper…” I managed to call out breathlessly. I felt his hand reach up to grab my throat closing in around it with just enough pressure to add to my already heightened senses.’

‘ It’s hard to experience desire while at the same time controlling it. We were trying to lose control, I couldn't explain it but I trusted him. His dominance is merely a way to show his control, to push my limits, to break me. Would he hurt me intentionally, or cause any harm? No the kind of delicious pain I was feeling was more a way to drive me crazy, the right amount of pain mixed with pleasure was nothing more than absolute complete and total bliss.’

‘ We were moving purposefully, into and against each other, I was holding the top of the bed, my eyes falling back into my eyelids, and we were trying to follow our desires, such as we understood them, and we could tell we were close to something. I watched these images in gold and red and white as Duncan’s fingers fluttered and moved as our bodies molded into one. When my body began to tense, his understood and our bodies seemed to move like a well oiled machine, my rhythm matching his thrust for thrust.’

‘ I was waiting, craving almost desperate as I felt my release very near. No violence was committed, it was clear he desired it as much as I did, it was consensual like an unspoken agreement between us both. I was savoring this saving every last moment between us that we were sharing, I committed it to memory. I have been stripped and I entered the pit and I didn't want to ever come up out of it.’

Duncan's POV…..

‘ Y/N was poised to melt, to completely shut down underneath my touch. I owned you ever single inch. Because of the intensity of this moment we shared it was an unspoken happiness of pure sexual and wanton bliss. Her head flung back fuck she looked absolutely gorgeous. When I locked my gaze with her she was fixed on me eyes glassy.’

‘ My breathing became loud and shaky I moaned out. Our bodies were in the extremes of pure unbridled pleasure, it's like we weren't in our own bodies anymore like we were possessed taken over by desire. We worked at a deliberate frenzy to chase our ultimate release. She wrapped her legs around my waist lifting up at just the right angle allowing us a feeling that both of us enjoyed. “I am close… I….” I gave my go ahead, dropping my dominant personality just slightly “go ahead cum for me babygirl.” I coaxed you. I felt your pussy walls clench around me as your release covered my cock causing me to near my release within not even half a second afterward. We road out our orgasms and attempt to regain normal breathing again. I laid down next to you, our eyes connected both of our blissed out expressions giving us a natural high. With damn near fifteen years of marriage with Claire it was evident that the passion between us had fizzled out making the act of sex nothing more than going through the motions. But tonight with us it sparked something between us something unquenchable, I knew this was the first time but it surely wasn't the last. We had both had a taste and if it was the last thing we would ever do it damn sure wouldn't at all be the last especially if I had anything to do about it. Claire was now nothing more than an inconvenience, an unpleasantry and she would be dealt with. Our marriage was dead and undoubtedly within less than 24 hours I would see to it to have her served with divorce papers. It was time to live life my way on my terms fuck everything else because nothing or noone was going to stand in my way.’

‘ "You are as beautiful as a raven; wrong in all the ways but still the only right for my eyes." I broke the silence between us. "And you are not a dream, because if you are, then I am one too." I scrutinised her for a brief moment. After that fell the silence once more. For the first time ever I smiled at you, then looked away and the moment passed. She closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.’

//"It is sweet outside

Where it seems magical

And if nothing works

We'll do nothing

Save yourself tonight

Asleep in the dark

I hope we're on time"//

#duncan shepherd #claire underwood #house of cards #fan fiction #au

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