TITLE: Rewarded (3/?)
AUTHOR: Elizabeth (sef7881@aol.com)
WEBSITE: https://www.angelfire.com/scary/randominsanity/RandomInsanity.html
PAIRING: Viggo Mortensen/Orlando Bloom
RATING: NC-17
SUMMARY: Spanking the elf
FEEDBACK: It's a giddy little thrill at a reasonable price
WARNINGS: Spanking, coarse language
DISCLAIMER: This story is solely a product of my *twisted* imagination
ARCHIVE: Help yourself, just drop me a line so I can brag to my friends
DATE WRITTEN: July 30th, 2003
This is officially the most embarrassing moment of my life. I'm standing here, in Viggo's living room, and I'm about to ask him if he'd be so kind as to give me a good spanking. I must be completely insane. Wait a second, I *know* that I'm insane. And Viggo's looking at me like *he* knows that I'm insane.
"Orli?"
"Uh, yeah?" Yes, I win points for witty repartee.
"What's the favor?"
"The favor?"
"Yes," Viggo says with exasperation. "You said that you had a favor to ask of me. What is it?"
"Well, it's . . . God, I can't believe I'm asking this, but would you . . . okay, do you remember what's happened the other night?"
"The other night?"
"When you had me come over after I screwed up all those takes," I explain.
Viggo smiles. "That's right. Well, what about the other night relates to this favor?"
I take a deep breath. "I was actually hoping that you could do it again. You know, do what you did that night."
"Really? And what did I do that affected you so much?"
For a brief, terrifying moment, I think that maybe I imagined the entire thing. Maybe Viggo never spanked me and I'm just losing my mind. But then I see a smirk coming across Viggo's face, and I know that the spanking definitely happened. After all, why else would my arse have tingled for almost two whole days? God, I want to feel that tingling again. Which means that I have to ask Viggo. Shit, I'm right back where I started -- plus, he's being an obnoxious git about the whole thing.
"Um . . . you spanked me." My voice is barely a whisper and my cheeks flush red with embarrassment. Now all.I need is for Viggo to make my other cheeks turn red.
"I'm sorry, what did you say? I couldn't hear you?" That smirk gets even wider. Oh, I just can't take this shit anymore.
"You spanked me, alright? You spanked me and I fucking loved it! So I want you to do it again, you kinky bastard!"
Viggo's smirk turns into a predatory smile at my words and I feel my stomach drop. Shit, what have I gotten myself into? All I want is a quick tap on the bottom; no harm, no foul. But Viggo has this glint in his eye that's scaring me a little. Of course, it's also making my cock as hard as nails.
"Is that want you want, Orlando? For me to spank you?"
"Yes?"
He laughs. "Are you asking me or telling me?"
"I-I'm telling you," I say, trying to get back some of my composure. "I want you to spank me."
"Oh, it's not going to be that easy."
"What? Why not?"
"Because you called me a bastard," he chuckles. "If you want something, you have to ask *nicely*." With that, he sits down on the couch and looks at me expectantly.
"Are you expecting me to beg for a spanking?" I ask disbelievingly.
"Something like that."
Fuck. Okay Orlando, you can do this. It's no big deal. "Please spank me, Viggo."
He laughs again. "No, that's not good enough. Get down on your knees."
I swallow hard and kneel in front of the couch. "Please spank me," I say again.
"Go on." His voice is huskier suddenly, and a little shiver runs through me at the smirk on his face. Jesus Christ, the man is pure sex. Why did I not realize this before? "Beg some more."
"I need it, Viggo," I plead. "Spank me, *please*. It felt *so* good last time."
He grins and leans down to run a hand through my mohawk. "Good boy," he says in an even more seductive voice. "Tell me how badly you want it . . . whore."
Instead of being shocked or angry at being called a whore, I feel a shameful little thrill. God, what's wrong with me? Deciding to abandon all thoughts of maintaining my dignity, I give him my most pleading look, complete with puppy-dog eyes. I want this. I need this. "Please, Viggo. Spank my arse until it's all red and I can't sit down; do it until I'm moaning and begging for you to stop."
"That's it," he says, his eyes flashing with lust. "Tell me more."
I suddenly feel a bit powerful knowing that I'm affecting him like this. Growing bolder, I lay my head on his knees and look up at him, realizing that his sweatpants now have a huge tent that I really want to go camping in. "Turn me over your knee and spank your whore." Holy fuck, did those words really just come out of my mouth?
"Are you sure?"
I know what he's doing -- offering me a way out without embarrassing myself. But I want this so badly, and I'm not turning back now. "I'm sure."
Stand up," Viggo orders. We both get up off the couch and he gives me a long, appraising look. "Alright, let's go into the bedroom." I nod and mutely follow him down the hall to his room, my eyes widening slightly at the very large four-poster bed. Talk about a den of iniquity.
"So this is where the magic happens, huh?" I laugh weakly at my own horrible joke. Shut up, Orlando; just let Viggo spank you.
"Something like that. Now take your clothes off." Viggo's voice is strictly no-nonsense, and I swallow hard.
"O-okay," I stammer.
"Do it slowly," he commands, reclining on his bed and nonchalantly adjusting his cock inside his sweatpants. I pull my tee-shirt over my head and let it fall to the floor, and I can feel Viggo's gaze raking over my bare chest. "Very nice," he murmurs. "Keep going."
I kick off my shoes and socks, then slowly slide the zipper down on my jeans. The seductive tone of my strip session is momentarily broken when one of my legs refuses to leave my pants, and I hop around gracelessly for a moment. Viggo chuckles, and the sound sends a bolt of lust straight to my cock.
"Going commando, I see," he observes, smiling at my lack of skivvies.
"I thought that would make it easier for you to spank me," I explain.
"Mmm, I see." Viggo stands up and stretches, giving me a perfect view of his extremely distorted sweatpants. He leisurely peels off his shirt, and I feel my cock harden even further at the sight of his lightly furred chest. When the gray sweatpants are removed, I inhale sharply. He's *huge*. Whoever says that size doesn't matter must also believe that the Easter Bunny really exists, because just looking at that massive cock makes me want to spread my legs and beg for it. When did I become such a slut?
"Now, come over here," he rasps, sitting down on the bed and spreading his legs a bit. "Lie over my knees like you did the last time."
I obey, positioning myself so that my arse is slightly pushed up into the air. The feeling of skin-on-skin makes this so much more different than the first time I was in this position; it makes it much more intimate. Viggo's cock is trapped under my body, and its pulsing heat is arousing me beyond belief.
"Before we start, we should have a safe word," he suggests, his hand gliding gently over my back. "Something that will make me stop no matter what we're doing. You know, just to make sure this doesn't go any further than you want it to."
"I know what a safe word is, Viggo. I'm not a bloody imbecile."
He gives me a sharp look. "Well, then pick one."
"Guildhall," I tell him. "It's easy for me to remember, and I've never randomly moaned it during sex."
His throaty laugh makes my dick jump a bit, and I shift restlessly. "Alright, Guildhall it is." He pauses and skims his hand over my arse. "Are you ready?"
"Yes," I whisper.
"Tell me again what you want."
"Please spank me, Viggo."
"Of course." A crisp smack lands on my arse, and I let out a little yelp. It stings, but it feels so good. "You like that, don't you?"
"Yes," I gasp, closing my eyes tightly as his hand slaps my arse again.
"Look at you," he says in a low voice, delivering another spank as he talks. "Completely willing to let me spank your pretty ass. Moan for me, Orlando."
I moan on cue as one smack after another rains down on my arse. "More," I beg, trying to rub my cock against the inside of his leg for some friction.
"Greedy little whore," he laughs. He's right -- that's exactly what I am. And I've decided that I don't care as long as he keeps spanking me.
Soon, tears are forming in my eyes and my cock is dripping; I've never been so aroused in my entire life. I'm moaning and gasping with each slap of Viggo's hand, little bursts of color exploding behind my tightly closed eyelids from the crazy mix of pain and pleasure. "Please," I moan, not caring how shameless I might sound.
"I can feel how hard you are," he growls. "Do you want to come?" My only response is a whimper. "You know what to do if you want something. You have to beg for it, Orlando."
"Let me come," I plead. "Please, Viggo!"
He laughs and gently pushes me off of his legs, lying me face down on the bed. "Now, don't move and don't touch yourself. I'll be back in a minute."
"Shit, don't leave me here like this!" I cry.
"Don't be insolent," Viggo tells me in a steely voice. "You'll get what you want if you obey my orders."
He leaves the room, and I can't help rubbing my cock against the cool sheets of the bed once he's out of sight. When his footsteps approach the bedroom again, I cease my motion and look up at him expectantly. "What's in that?" I ask when I see the paper cup in his hand.
"You'll see." My heart skips a beat at the undisguised lust in his voice. "Now, just remember the safe word. I won't do anything you don't want me to."
"All I want is for you to come," I groan.
"And you begged so prettily for it that I have to let you." Viggo sets the cup down on a bedside table and sits down next to me on the bed. "Now close your eyes and lie still, and then I'll let you come."
I obediently close my eyes, waiting for something, *anything* to happen. My erection is extremely uncomfortable being stuffed under my body like this, and memories of what Viggo's cock looks like and how his hand on my arse felt are tormenting me. The bed shifts as Viggo moves, and I hear his hand reaching into the cup for something.
"Relax, Orli." That's the first time he's called me Orli since I asked him to spank me, and for some reason it *does* help me relax. It reminds me that even though this may be a completely unexpected side of Viggo that I've been seeing over the last few days, he's still essentially the same guy with whom I've become good friends.
"Alright," I say, willing my body to release some of its tension. Still, I almost rocket off the bed when an ice cube is dropped on my arse and slides down my newly spanked skin. "Holy shit!" I screech.
Viggo laughs loudly. "Hold still."
"That's easy for you to say. You don't . . . oh . . . that feels good." Viggo is slowly running the ice cube up and down my abused little arse, and for some reason it feels extremely nice. The sting of the spanking is slowly being replaced by a pleasantly dull ache, and I moan as the ice cube is removed and Viggo's warm hand gently cups one of my arse cheeks.
"Get up on your knees," he whispers, his mouth torturously close to my ear. "Keep your head down against the sheets."
"Okay," I say in a shaky voice, pulling myself up to the position he wants.
"Good. Now, if you want to come, you can." He kneels down behind me, and my body jolts at the feeling of his warm breath fanning against my hole. Is he going to put his *mouth* there? That's nasty as all fuck! I can hear him crunching an ice cube in his mouth, and before I can wonder what he's doing, he warns. "This might be a little cold."
"What are you -- fuck!" I shriek as his ice-cold tongue slides around my opening before stabbing into me. Meanwhile, one of his hands reaches around to wrap around my throbbing cock, making me moan in relief. His tongue circles around inside of me, the heat of my body quickly warming his mouth up. Okay, so maybe this *isn't* nasty -- the sensation of Viggo's tongue delving inside of me is absolutely bloody wonderful. The iciness has slipped away, and now he's merely giving me a merciless tongue-fucking while his hand expertly wanks me.
He pulls away briefly and I yelp at the feeling of a small ice cube running down the crack of my arse, cold drops of water spilling over my hole. Viggo quickly heats up my skin with his tongue, and the mix of sensations is driving me insane. When his tongue spears me again and his hand gives a swift yank to my cock, I close my eyes and let my orgasm wash over me, screaming my release.
"Holy . . . Viggo!" I gasp for breath as I come all over his hand, his tongue continuing to lap at me relentlessly. When I finally regain my senses, I'm lying on my back, my arse still pleasantly tingling from the spanking. "That was . . . wow . . ."
Viggo lets out a small chuckle. "I like that you called me 'Holy Viggo'. You're going to give me a God complex, Orlando."
"I can't believe that you . . . you know, licked me *there*."
"You've never been rimmed before?"
"Uh, no."
He frowns. "Are you a virgin?"
"Fuck no!" I cry indignantly. "I've shagged birds, and I've had sex with my best mate, Atti. But he never . . ."
"I see. And I'm guessing he never spanked you, either."
I shake my head and blush. "No."
Viggo grins. "Well, I'm happy I've been able to broaden your horizons."
"Yeah, me too," I say, immediately blushing even more.
"Can I ask you something, Orli?"
"Yes."
"Do you want to go further?" His eyes darken with desire as he leans over me, and I become intensely aware of his erection pressing against me. "Do you want more?"
My heart thunders in my chest as I look up at his face, knowing that
I can't walk away now. "Yes. I want this, Viggo. I want
you."
