#margarita x deckard

[omnivoroussmut]

Substitute

Summary: Luke discovers what kind of relationship Deckard and Madam M truly have

Takes place during H&S before the trio ends up at the Eteon facility

Tags: pegging, bondage, rope bondage, voyeurism, dom/sub, role-playing, slight humiliation kink, spanking, praise kink, masturbation, aftercare

Rating: 18+

Substitute

Summary: Luke discovers what kind of relationship Deckard and Madam M truly have

Tags: pegging, bondage, voyeurism, dom/sub, role-playing, slight humiliation kink

           Looking through the many rooms of the ransacked mansion, Luke could see that M and her girls had already taken anything of value and destroyed anything not. The whole place felt as if it had been abandoned for years, even though Luke had a feeling it had been quite inhabited only a week ago before M got her hands on it.

           He was currently looking for M herself, only told that she was on the third floor by some of her girls. None of them seemed interested in helping him or even looking at him. And honestly, Luke preferred not interacting with them; the less he knew, the less he would be accountable for later.

           Slowly walking down the last corridor of the third floor, Luke finally heard M’s voice coming from the last room. Picking up his pace, he was at the slightly ajar door when he heard he speak again.

           “Get in position.”

           Luke tensed at the commanding tone in the woman’s voice and waited for what would happen next. Was she turning on them? Was she torturing someone else? What was going on?

           “Yes, Madam.”

           Luke’s eyes went wide. What was Deckard doing in there?

           Curiosity through the roof, Luke gently placed his hand on the door and pushed it open a few more inches. The bedroom was the only one he had seen that was still intact with a four-poster bed with expensive silk sheets. However, it was Deckard in front of the bed that caught Luke’s attention.

           The man was kneeling on a large cushion, completely naked. Luke could see everything; Deckard’s strong arms were folded behind him while his head was bowed as he stared at the floor. His legs were spread apart as he continued to kneel and showed off his obviously erect cock.

           Luke could only stare at the clearly submissive position Deckard had taken up. His body was relaxed as he waiting for M, who Luke couldn’t see from where he was standing. He didn’t care where she was as he kept his eyes on Deckard and couldn’t help but admire the man’s body.

           He obviously knew Deckard was extremely fit, but with the clothes he wore, it was hard to tell. But like this, Luke could get his fill of the lean muscles and pal skin that had scars scattered all over his body. Luke licked his lips, already wanting to map out all those scars with his own mouth and tongue.

           “I’ve heard that you’ve been getting into quite a lot of trouble lately.” M’s voice floated through the room and made Luke take his eyes off of Deckard as he looked for where she was. “And here I thought you would stop misbehaving.”

           “I’m sorry, Madam.” Deckard mumbled.

           “That’s not good enough. You’ll need to be punished.”

           Luke’s heart nearly stopped when he heard those words and saw Deckard’s cock twitch in interest. He finally realized what he had just walked in on.

           As for Deckard, he kept his position even as M finally stepped back into view, rope that was dyed red looped in her hands as she walked up to Deckard. With just a finger, she tipped Deckard’s head up and forced him to meet her eyes.

           “On the bed.”

           There was no hesitation from Deckard as he gracefully got to his feet and crawled onto the bed to lay in the middle. He was on his belly and Luke got a perfect view of the man’s ass and desperately wanted to sink his teeth into it. Luke knew he was an ass man and seeing Deckard all laid out and waiting, it was far too tempting for Luke. But, he wasn’t the one running the show; this was all M’s doing.

           Deckard was boneless as M crawled on top of him and kneeled above him as she grabbed his wrists. Luke tried to keep track of what knots she was using to tie his wrists to the headboard, but her hands were too quick and dexterous for him to follow. In less than a minute, Deckard’s wrists were tied together, above his head, and tightly secured to the bed. If he wasn’t a Shaw, Luke would have been convinced the man couldn’t have escaped from the expert bonds.

           Smoothly, M crawled off of Deckard to sit next to him and giving Luke clear sight to see her gently message Deckard’s ass. Her long fingers occasionally gripped his cheeks and brush up his back. Her fingers even dipped between Deckard’s cheeks causing the man beneath her to jerk harshly and let out a hiss.

           Eyes trained on M’s hands, Luke didn’t miss when she pulled out a small paddle, keeping it out of Deckard’s sight and lifted it above her hands. Time seemed to slow down as the paddle flew through the air and finally connected with Deckard’s pale cheeks.

           The smack of leather against skin was like a gunshot.

           “Ah!” Deckard moaned and arched his back, almost as if he was begging for more.

           From there, M didn’t slow down in the least. As soon as one blow fell, the paddle was coming down even harder the next. The loud smack of abused flesh being hit mixed perfectly with he moans and whines that poured out of Deckard in abandon. The man was practically writhing in his bonds, which encouraged M to speed up even further.

           Luke couldn’t take his eyes off the bright red Deckard’s ass had quickly become and he knew with the force M was using, Deckard would be feeling that for days. Oh, how Luke wished he was the one to do this to Deckard. The man constantly kept getting under his skin, pissing him off, and all Luke wanted to do was put him in his place. And what else than giving him something he obvious loved?

           M might have said this was supposed to be a punishment, but it was obvious that it wasn’t. This was almost a reward by how much Deckard was thrusting his hips downwards into the sheets. No, Luke had a feeling that no physical punishment would actually punish Deckard. The man was a pure masochist.

           Eventually, the paddle stopped and Deckard was left a panting, moaning mess and his ass a deep red, almost purple. M was smiling as she trailed her hand down Deckard’s ass like she had earlier, but this time, Deckard whined at the contact as she dug her fingers into his abused flesh.

           “So good for me,” M purred. Deckard whined and shoved his face into the pillow beneath him. Luke filed that little detail away for later.

           M rose to her feet and gently flipped Deckard over, carefully retying the ropes so as to not hurt him as he moved positions. But, as he settled down, Luke could see the pleasure and pain mixed on his face as his ass pressed onto the silk sheets. He looked like he wanted to turn over and press himself down further at the same time.

           Luke kept his eyes on Deckard’s chest, which rose and fell quickly as he slowly regained his breath. Meanwhile, M had walked away again, leaving Deckard to simply lay there feeling the affects of his punishment. He looked so vulnerable spread out, Luke wished he could simply walk inside and take the man for himself. He already knew what he wanted to do to Deckard himself. He would make sure Deckard couldn’t sit the next day.

           After a couple of minutes, M came back into view and Luke’s eyebrows rose in shock.

           The woman was completely nude except for the large strap on that hung on her hips. The dildo looked huge, with the black silicone almost shining as M sashayed closer to the bed. A proud smirk played on her face as Deckard looked up and moaned at the sight of her. His legs opened wide and Luke had to quiet his own moan. He wished he was the one Deckard was spreading himself for, not a plastic dick.

           “You’ve been needing this, haven’t you, Deck?” M purred as she climbed onto the bed again. Luke hadn’t noticed that she had brought several things with her. With an efficiency Luke had to wonder about, M slipped a cock ring over Deckard and ignored his whines of disappointment. Instead, she reached up and tied a silk blindfold over Deckard’s eyes. Luke didn’t know why she was doing it now, but knew he couldn’t ask her about it.

           M continued to work with Deckard’s body as she tied his ankles to his thighs, practically folding him in half. She then tied a rope from his bound legs to the headboard so they were spread wide open and showed off his hard cock. He was completely on display and Luke could imagine himself shoving his face between those powerful legs and eating Deckard out for hours on end.

           Instead, M was between his legs and pouring lube on her fingers.

           “I was surprised when you showed up with company.” M spoke up, voice casually as she dipped a finger between Deckard’s legs. By the way Deckard threw his head back, Luke knew exactly what that finger was doing. “Especially that agent.”

           Deckard didn’t respond, only arching his back and whining as he tried to shove himself back on her fingers unsuccessfully. Luke himself was only paying half of his attention to M while he stared at how taut Deckard’s body was. He could already see all the other ways he could tie the Brit up, using the same red rope. Who knew he looked so good in red.

           “Looks like you two are quite attached.” M hummed as she continued to work Deckard open. For the first time, Luke wished she would move so he could see what she was doing with her fingers.

           “I wouldn’t say that.” Deckard gasped.

           “Really?” M purred and smirked at him. “Because to me, you’re practically begging him to bend you over a table and fuck you.”

           Luke’s mouth fell open as Deckard whimpered and struggled. He shook his head vehemently and let out a shout. Glancing down, Luke had to guess by M’s sharp smile she had found Deckard’s prostate.

           “Is that who you wish was fingering you? Hmm, Deck?” M’s voice was like honey as she continued to open him up and her other hand trailed up to rest on his chest. Nimble fingers pinched one of Deckard’s nipples and Luke almost jumped back as Deckard nearly screamed. “I know you. You want him to be the one to hold you down just like this. He could easily keep you pinned and do whatever he wanted to your body. That’s all you want. For someone else to take control, even for a short while.”

           Small mewls of pleasure were pouring out of Deckard as tears escaped from under the blindfold and trickled down his cheeks. Luke’s fingers twitched by his side- he wanted to be the one to brush those tears away.

           “You wish it was his cock, don’t you?” M chuckled as she withdrew her hand. Deckard whined in disappointment, but M ignored him as she pushed his legs even closer against his chest. Angling herself, Luke could see the large strap-on start to push into Deckard and disappear slowly. Who knew he could take so much and love it by the way he was writhing to get it into his body even faster?

           Luke certainly wished that was his cock. Reaching down, Luke finally pressed his palm against his own bulge and hissed at the pressure. He was so hard, it almost hurt.

           “Say it, Deck.” M’s voice turned firm suddenly. “Tell me who’s cock you wish this was.”

           Deckard whimpered.

           “L-Luke’s!” He gasped. “I want it to be Luke’s!”

           It was too much. Biting down on his fist, Luke fumbled to pull down his zipper and pull out his cock. Watching M, he tried to match her pace with his own hand, but he knew it wouldn’t be enough. He wanted, no- needed to be the one thrusting into Deckard.

           As for M, she was brutal. Her thrusts were hard and fast as she rammed into Deckard, pushing all of her weight onto his legs so she could pound into him with as much force as she could. By her third thrust, Deckard was screaming in pleasure.

           “Say his name!” M hissed as she leaned down to leave bites on Deckard’s chest. “Who do you want fucking you?”

           “Luke! Please!” Deckard cried out and tugged at his bound wrists. “More! Please!”            Luke could feel his teeth breaking the skin of his hand as he pumped his cock even harder. How the fuck was he supposed to work with the man now when he knew Deckard wanted him this badly?

           “This is what you want, isn’t it?” M gasped. “You just want someone to fuck you until you can’t think anymore. All you’re good for is laying there and taking it. Hobbs would love using you day and night, isn’t that right?”

           “Yes!”

           “If he asked you, you’d drop to your knees and suck him off, no matter who’s watching!”            Deckard whimpered.

           “Answer me!” M growled and slapped Deckard.

           “Yes! Anything!”

           “You’d even want him to fuck you in front of his fellow agents, just to show them who owns the powerful Deckard Shaw.” M snarled. “Because at the end of the day, you’re just a cock slut.”

           Deckard sobbed in pleasure and nodded his head frantically.

           “Please, please! So, close!”

           “Hobbs would keep you like this for hours.” M plunged into Deckard and rolled her hips unmercilessly. “Just fuck you over and over, not letting you come until he gives you permission. But you’d love that, wouldn’t you?”            By this point, Luke was surprised Deckard wasn’t even able to understand a word she was saying. His face was twisted pleasure and his body was taut as he took M’s powerful thrusts.

           “Please, Luke! I need to come so badly!” Deckard sobbed.

           That was all it took for Luke to fall over the edge into his own orgasm. Biting even harder into his fist, Luke was sure neither M or Deckard could hear him over Deckard’s own scream of pleasure. Panting, Luke pumped himself through the pleasure and could feel his fist become coated in hot cum.

           Leaning against the doorframe, Luke looked up after a minute and saw the two on the bed were still. Cum was splattered all over Deckard’s chest as he laid panting beneath M, who was whispering in his ear and massaging his hips. After a few moments, M slowly extracted herself from Deckard and the smaller man whimpered at the loss.

           “Shhh, quiet, sweetheart. You did so good for me.” M gently whispered.

           She was gentle with him as she slowly untied him, massaging each limb as it was released. There were red marks all down his legs and most obvious around his wrists, but looked like they would disappear by the end of the day. Luke would have to figure out what kind of rope she used so Deckard couldn’t hurt himself in his struggling.

           When he was completely untied, M disappeared again and Luke couldn’t help but stare at the exhausted man on the bed. He had a layer of sweat covering him and his chest was still raising and lowering a little too quickly. But, as his head loll to the side, Luke could see the obvious contentness that filled his body. A small smile was on Deckard’s face and Luke wished he could simply lean down and capture those lips.

           But he couldn’t. Not when M walked back towards Deckard, now wearing a robe and carrying a towel. Slowly and methodologically, M wiped Deckard down, whispering praise the whole time. If Luke was mistaken, it sounded almost as if Deckard was purring at her words. With gentle fingers, she finally untied the blindfold and Luke saw Deckard was fast asleep.

           When M was done, she threw the towel to the side and laid back down next to Deckard. She laid behind him and raised the blankets over their bodies as she spooned him.

           Taking one last look at the two, Luke tucked himself back into his trousers and walked away.

~~

           Picking up the duffel bag of tools he would need, Luke looked up when he heard footsteps approaching him. He raised an eyebrow at the knowing smirk M was sending him.

           “You know he and I aren’t a thing, right?” She drawled. “I play with him occasionally, but he needs a gentler hand than mine.”

           Luke could only stare at her as her smile grew and she leaned in close

           “Treat him well, or else I’ll make you regret even being born.”

           “You don’t have to worry.” Luke narrowed his eyes.

           “Good. He follows orders well, so he won’t cause too much trouble for you. Good luck.”

           Luke could only nod as M walked away from. He was still staring when Deckard walked into the room, holding his own duffel of equipment.

           “Ready, twinkletoes?” Deckard snapped.

           “All set.”

           As he followed Deckard outside and towards the jet, Luke couldn’t help but stare at the small limp Deckard couldn’t hide.