Dr., Dr., Gimmie the News [Nic/Damien/Kinky Sex]

[Nicolette Rain Abruzzi]

Nicolette was seriously bored out of her frickin mind. It was the approaching night, almost dinner, and not only was she not hungry, but she just wanted to have some fun. Whether it was getting wasted, partying, or fcuking, she didn't care, but she had to do something or she would literally die of boredom.

The clicking of her heels suddenly stopped in the middle of the corridor she was in as she had a light bulb-moment. An eyebrow slowly arched up, and she hurried off in the opposite direction, toward the infirmary where she knew a certain someone would be more than willing to enlighten her needs.

Silently opening the infirmary doors, she transfered her weight into the balls of her feet so that the heels of her shoes wouldn't be heard against the floor. Nicolette immediately spotted him standing over by a desk, his back to her. A smirk formed on her lips and she silently tip-toed over, somehow keeping the sway in her hips.

Reaching him, Nic pressed her body firmly against his back, resting her chin on his shoulder. Wrapping her arms around him, she slowly allowed her hands to travel down to the waistband of his pants, already undoing them. Slipping her hands inside, she started to torturously slowly give him a hand job.

"Hey there Damien," she whispered seductively in his ear. "I'm bored. How about we skip dinner and head straight to dessert?"

[Damien Renton]

Damien was about to retire to his quarters. It was a damn near dead day, and in fact he'd escaped and took a shower just five minuets ago. He didn't know where Emily has ran off to, nor was he bothered by her disappearance. She's surly pop up and out of nowhere soon enough, the elusive lass.

Hair still wet and skin moist from the hot shower, he'd just went to lay down before remembering he had a few papers he had to sign and send off to the ministry the next morning. Returning to the desk, he paid little mind to whomever might have stepped in.

Dazed off and submersed in his ordering of useless papers, Damien was surprised when he felt a soft body against his back, and goose bumps crawled against his skin. Had the body been cold, he would be freaking out right about now. However the female figure was warm- and alive. A relief to Damien.

He felt a hand slip into his pants, and immediately he started to get hard. Breathing hitched and his right knee gave out slightly. Palms flat on the desk, he sank into the girl's movements, the slow pace forcing him to buck his hips.

The voice penetrated his brain, and he felt all the blood flow south. Fully hard, he gritted his teeth a bit- why the hell wouldn't she allow her hand to go faster. His back arched slightly, much like a cat, and he smirked and grunted lowly, "aye, ah think it sounds like a plan. But you better be able tae dae more than that..." He was tempted to turn around and take show her who was boss here, but this was Nicolette- and that action would only leave him with blue balls. Patience took over, thought it was running out fast.

[Nicolette Rain Abruzzi]

Nicolette grinned at his reactions, and she made sure to keep going that same, slow, steady pace. It always amused her how the simplest of actions could turn a guy on like -that-. Laughing lightly at his statement, Nic squeezed him slightly and then nipped his ear, her silent way of telling him that she could do much much more than just that.

Pulling her hand away and stepping completely away from him, she walked to the other side of the desk, her hips swaying in a hypnotizing motion. Pulling out her wand, she banished the items off the desk and instead replaced them with herself . . . and a few other personal items that she had lying around such as the handcuffs and whips.

Sitting down, legs crossed, on the edge of the desk, she gave Damien a wicked sort of smile. She was still in her uniform, of course, but she thought it was about time she changed into something more . . . comfortable. With another quick wave of her wand, her school uniform turned into very revealing lingerie.

Uncrossing her legs, Nic hopped down from the desk and stood in front of Damien. The two of them had fcuked before, but it was always a quickie, nothing more; Nicolette had never introduced him to this side of her when it came to sex. Putting her wand away, she reached out and silently took Damien's shirt off, not allowing him to touch her. Throwing his shirt off to the side, she finally broke the dead silence.

“So Damien, what will it be first?”

[Damien Renton]

Damien was growing quite impatient at Nic's slow behaviors. As of right now, he wanted to throw her on the desk, bend her over and just go at it. But Nic was the one who hand her hands on him, and he was well aware of how temperamental she was.

He became quite discontent and uncomfortable in his body when she pulled away, shaking her body over across the desk from him. He watched her evenly, the boner in his pants more that apparent in scrubs.

She found it best to remove everything from the desk and plop herself up on top if it, along with an assortment of her tools of the trade. He knew she was a freak. She sat with her legs crossed, and Damien frowned slightly. What was she doing?

Before he knew it, she was in green silky lingerie and he laughed out loud. "You totally had this planned...?" He wasn't completely sure, but she seemed to have everything handy.

She got in front of him, and his hands went to jet out to her ass, but he was denied. Frustrated already with her lack of cooperation, Damien complied when she took his shirt off.

"First?" Voice seeming a bit higher than normal, he looked over along the desk. Not the whip. "Handcuffs....?" Somehow he felt unsure of this choice- who was being handcuffed, here?

[Nicolette Rain Abruzzi]

Nicolette smirked at Damien's answer. She could easily tell that he was unsure with himself; after all, who wouldn't be? It was Nic. Besides, if she did recall correctly, she didn't say specifically who would be handcuffed, and it was always important to know that when asked a question such as this one. Gage had learned that the hard way a very long time ago. Actually, he never seemed to mind too much which one it was . . . she never really thought about that until now.

Ignoring that though, she grabbed the silver handcuffs from the table before her and seductively moved forward, closing the rest of the gap between herself and Damien. Immediately, Nicolette leaned up and kissed him hard on the lips. Before he could touch her, she took his hands in her own, putting them above his head. Pushing him backwards, she made him sit in the chair, and she straddled his waist some while kissing him.

After a few minutes, she pulled back, commanding him to follow her to one of the infirmary beds. Making him lie down, she cuffed his hands above his head and to the headboard. She smirked evily at him, alerting him to the fact that he had just made a deal with the devil. Walking back over to the table (making sure she disappeared from view as she did so), Nicolette took a crop from the assortment of whips and strutted back over to Damien, gently allowing the pad of the crop to tap against her open palm.

Pulling out her wand for a second, she easily got rid of the rest of Damien's clothes, leaving him completely naked, his happiness completely evident for all to see. Throwing her wand to the side, she took the crop and gently let the pad of it run slowly from down his chest to his manhood, slowly running it over his dick. A sly smirk overtook Nic's lips as she proceeded to climb on top of him, straddling his hips. She still had her clothing on, and she knew Damien would hate her for it.

Taking him in her hands, Nicolette just sort of played with him in her hands, not moving them how she knew he wanted to. Bending down, she kissed his tip after moving her body so she was able to. Then moving forward, Nicolette started biting and sucking at his collarbone, marking him like she did all of her sexual partners.

Leaning back, she just sort of sat on his thighs, her hands playing his dick while she smirked at him.

“So Damien, still happy you chose handcuffs?”