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snoggedTitle: On The Third Day (follow-up to Three Days and Three Days Later )
Author: snogged
Disclaimer: Carter Bays and Craig Thomas own How I Met Your Mother. I don't. Please don't sue.
Pairing: Barney/Robin
Word Count: 1160
Rating: NC-17/FRAO; adult language, themes of Domination/Submission, sexual situations
Spoilers: Up to Season 4 “Mosbius Designs”
Summary: Culmination of Parts I and II
Beta: None. Any spelling/grammar errors are mine.
Dedicated to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
idioticonion who also convinced me to write more of this so just so you're aware
On the third day, the buzzing demon inside of her slipped, vibrating loudly as it bounced against her aching thighs. To her great surprise, no one turned to stare. No one said a word. Not one of them questioned the loud sounds coming from her desk. No one suspected her of being a wanton, unabashed slut princess.
Three seconds.
She let it linger between her legs for three seconds. Savoring the guilty thrill of breaking the rules.
Before her fingers scampered to grab it and push it back inside of her and she wondered if he saw. If he knew. He had promised her punishment and that could be any number of things. Spankings. Nipple clips. Orgasm denial. Oh crap! He could control her orgasms. Could make them stop with a word, a command. The thought of it made her feel shaky, made her feel incoherent, and made her brain feel mushy.
Focus, Robin. You’re at work.
She coughed, forcing a wide grin, as the words of the teleprompter rolled in front of her eyes. “And in today’s weather, it’s gonna be hot and humid. We’re at 83 Degrees and it looks like things are just gonna keep heating up.”
Heating up? Oh god, were they ever!
She exhaled sharply, glancing at the clock. All she had to do was get through the next five minutes. Then, she could flee to her dressing room and fling herself on the razor sharp edge of her carnal desire, to appease the slut that had roared to life inside her ever since this game had begun.
Once the news had wrapped, she was quick on her feet, clenching her pelvic muscles to keep the toy inside as she moved down the hall and into her room, nearly running into the leather swivel chair that had appeared in her absence.
“Robin.”
His voice. His send-chills-down-your-spine voice. The one he used when he whispered all the dirty and delicious things he could do her when they were trying to catch his saboteur.
B.S.
Barney Stinson.
She’d known it all along. Her breath hitched, catching in the back of her throat. “Barney.”
Barney smirked, tapping his finger against his chin as his eyes traveled the length of her body, drinking it in, listening for the sounds of her obedience. “You can turn it off, Robin. Let it fall. I know what you did this morning.”
Robin gulped, letting her muscles release, feeling the egg drop down her thigh, leaving a sticky mess in its wake.
And even though, she’d been following his orders for the last six days, there was a large part of her that wanted to show him that she was the same old pistol whipping, scotch swilling, cigar smoking Robin. The Robin that didn’t back down from a challenge. “Yeah…well…I…and it…slipped, okay? Not a big deal.”
Barney chuckled, low and dangerous, and it made her shiver. “Oh, but it is a big deal, Scherbatsky. That’s the point of disobeying orders. People need to learn the consequences.” He paused, locking eyes with her, knowing that with a word, her mask would crack and she’d drop to her knees for him. “You need to learn the consequences.”
Robin barely had a chance to blink before he was on her, jumping from his chair at lightning speed, pushing her against the door frame, pinning her wrists above her head.
A small whimper escaped her lips as her eyes flicked to the knot of his tie before she tilted her head to look at him.
“You want this,” Barney murmured, stroking her arm. “You want this so badly that you reek of it. It’s why you’ve followed every order. It’s why you moan as you fuck yourself senseless, even when you think nobody’s listening. But I’m always listening. Always watching.”
Robin shuddered, feeling his dick press against her hip. She was willing to bet a hundred bucks that Barney had bugged the apartment. Video cameras. Audio devices. The works. And that…made it even hotter.
Barney’s fingers traced down her arm and slid over her chest, finding a nipple and pinching it through the thin fabric of her shirt. It hardened quickly under his ministrations, which elicited several gasps and moans from Robin.
Part of him wanted to tell her that he loved her. Let her know his feelings, make her aware of them. But he knew that would ruin this for her, would freak her out. And, besides, there’d be time for the big reveal later. When he was itching to give her a twist ending that knock her down faster than any command.
She wouldn’t see it coming.
“How are you gonna punish me?” Robin asked, batting her eyelashes and licking her lips.
Barney shifted his hips slightly, increasing her awareness of his erection and his need. And then, he winked. Evil and mischief wrapped up into one tiny movement. It made her pussy ache, made the muscles clench around the empty air in search of something to fill it.
But she found nothing. And despite his dick’s intent to fuck her, Barney wasn’t taking his pants off anytime soon.
One of Barney’s hands settled in her hair, pad of his thumb tracing over her temple. “I can’t tell you how much fun it is to watch you squirm, baby. You’re not getting what you want and that kills you, doesn’t it? That you’ve waited so long for me to fuck you like this, to take you like this, and you’re getting nothing?”
His grip tightened, sharply tugging her head to the side. Robin winced, eyelids fluttering as she watched him, trying to track his next move.
“You’re a puppet on my strings, baby.” His face was centimeters from hers, breath blowing hot against her ear, lips barely brushing against her skin. It took all her resolve not to grab him by the hips and dry hump him until she was blue in the face. She was pretty sure that this was Barney punishing her. “Each breath you take…each sigh…each mark…they belong to me. Got that?”
“Yes,” Robin whispered, voice tinged with desperation and surrender.
A smile twitched at the corners of his lips as he unzipped his pants and pushed up her skirt, bunching it around her waist. He let go of her hair and pressed the palm of his hand against her pelvic bone, drenching his fingers in her soft wetness. “What do you want, Robin?”
“Want you. Want you to fuck me,” Robin replied, rocking her hips against his hand, building up the friction. She’d been waiting six days for this and she needed him inside her more than she needed air right now.
Barney plunged inside her with one swift thrust. Only this time, she wasn’t running away in the morning. He was chaining her to the bed the second they made it back to his apartment.
And for the next three days, she was going to be at his mercy. Hot.
Complete and Utter Surrender
Author: snogged
Disclaimer: Carter Bays and Craig Thomas own How I Met Your Mother. I don't. Please don't sue.
Pairing: Barney/Robin
Word Count: 1160
Rating: NC-17/FRAO; adult language, themes of Domination/Submission, sexual situations
Spoilers: Up to Season 4 “Mosbius Designs”
Summary: Culmination of Parts I and II
Beta: None. Any spelling/grammar errors are mine.
Dedicated to
idioticonion who also convinced me to write more of this so just so you're awareOn the third day, the buzzing demon inside of her slipped, vibrating loudly as it bounced against her aching thighs. To her great surprise, no one turned to stare. No one said a word. Not one of them questioned the loud sounds coming from her desk. No one suspected her of being a wanton, unabashed slut princess.
Three seconds.
She let it linger between her legs for three seconds. Savoring the guilty thrill of breaking the rules.
Before her fingers scampered to grab it and push it back inside of her and she wondered if he saw. If he knew. He had promised her punishment and that could be any number of things. Spankings. Nipple clips. Orgasm denial. Oh crap! He could control her orgasms. Could make them stop with a word, a command. The thought of it made her feel shaky, made her feel incoherent, and made her brain feel mushy.
Focus, Robin. You’re at work.
She coughed, forcing a wide grin, as the words of the teleprompter rolled in front of her eyes. “And in today’s weather, it’s gonna be hot and humid. We’re at 83 Degrees and it looks like things are just gonna keep heating up.”
Heating up? Oh god, were they ever!
She exhaled sharply, glancing at the clock. All she had to do was get through the next five minutes. Then, she could flee to her dressing room and fling herself on the razor sharp edge of her carnal desire, to appease the slut that had roared to life inside her ever since this game had begun.
Once the news had wrapped, she was quick on her feet, clenching her pelvic muscles to keep the toy inside as she moved down the hall and into her room, nearly running into the leather swivel chair that had appeared in her absence.
“Robin.”
His voice. His send-chills-down-your-spine voice. The one he used when he whispered all the dirty and delicious things he could do her when they were trying to catch his saboteur.
B.S.
Barney Stinson.
She’d known it all along. Her breath hitched, catching in the back of her throat. “Barney.”
Barney smirked, tapping his finger against his chin as his eyes traveled the length of her body, drinking it in, listening for the sounds of her obedience. “You can turn it off, Robin. Let it fall. I know what you did this morning.”
Robin gulped, letting her muscles release, feeling the egg drop down her thigh, leaving a sticky mess in its wake.
And even though, she’d been following his orders for the last six days, there was a large part of her that wanted to show him that she was the same old pistol whipping, scotch swilling, cigar smoking Robin. The Robin that didn’t back down from a challenge. “Yeah…well…I…and it…slipped, okay? Not a big deal.”
Barney chuckled, low and dangerous, and it made her shiver. “Oh, but it is a big deal, Scherbatsky. That’s the point of disobeying orders. People need to learn the consequences.” He paused, locking eyes with her, knowing that with a word, her mask would crack and she’d drop to her knees for him. “You need to learn the consequences.”
Robin barely had a chance to blink before he was on her, jumping from his chair at lightning speed, pushing her against the door frame, pinning her wrists above her head.
A small whimper escaped her lips as her eyes flicked to the knot of his tie before she tilted her head to look at him.
“You want this,” Barney murmured, stroking her arm. “You want this so badly that you reek of it. It’s why you’ve followed every order. It’s why you moan as you fuck yourself senseless, even when you think nobody’s listening. But I’m always listening. Always watching.”
Robin shuddered, feeling his dick press against her hip. She was willing to bet a hundred bucks that Barney had bugged the apartment. Video cameras. Audio devices. The works. And that…made it even hotter.
Barney’s fingers traced down her arm and slid over her chest, finding a nipple and pinching it through the thin fabric of her shirt. It hardened quickly under his ministrations, which elicited several gasps and moans from Robin.
Part of him wanted to tell her that he loved her. Let her know his feelings, make her aware of them. But he knew that would ruin this for her, would freak her out. And, besides, there’d be time for the big reveal later. When he was itching to give her a twist ending that knock her down faster than any command.
She wouldn’t see it coming.
“How are you gonna punish me?” Robin asked, batting her eyelashes and licking her lips.
Barney shifted his hips slightly, increasing her awareness of his erection and his need. And then, he winked. Evil and mischief wrapped up into one tiny movement. It made her pussy ache, made the muscles clench around the empty air in search of something to fill it.
But she found nothing. And despite his dick’s intent to fuck her, Barney wasn’t taking his pants off anytime soon.
One of Barney’s hands settled in her hair, pad of his thumb tracing over her temple. “I can’t tell you how much fun it is to watch you squirm, baby. You’re not getting what you want and that kills you, doesn’t it? That you’ve waited so long for me to fuck you like this, to take you like this, and you’re getting nothing?”
His grip tightened, sharply tugging her head to the side. Robin winced, eyelids fluttering as she watched him, trying to track his next move.
“You’re a puppet on my strings, baby.” His face was centimeters from hers, breath blowing hot against her ear, lips barely brushing against her skin. It took all her resolve not to grab him by the hips and dry hump him until she was blue in the face. She was pretty sure that this was Barney punishing her. “Each breath you take…each sigh…each mark…they belong to me. Got that?”
“Yes,” Robin whispered, voice tinged with desperation and surrender.
A smile twitched at the corners of his lips as he unzipped his pants and pushed up her skirt, bunching it around her waist. He let go of her hair and pressed the palm of his hand against her pelvic bone, drenching his fingers in her soft wetness. “What do you want, Robin?”
“Want you. Want you to fuck me,” Robin replied, rocking her hips against his hand, building up the friction. She’d been waiting six days for this and she needed him inside her more than she needed air right now.
Barney plunged inside her with one swift thrust. Only this time, she wasn’t running away in the morning. He was chaining her to the bed the second they made it back to his apartment.
And for the next three days, she was going to be at his mercy. Hot.
Complete and Utter Surrender
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