TITLE: Rewarded (5/?)
AUTHOR: Elizabeth (sef7881@aol.com)
WEBSITE: https://www.angelfire.com/scary/randominsanity/RandomInsanity.html
PAIRING: Viggo Mortensen/Orlando Bloom
RATING: NC-17
SUMMARY: Coming back for more
FEEDBACK: It's the sauce on my steak, it's the cheese in my cake
WARNINGS: Bondage, coarse language
DISCLAIMER: This 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: August 8th, 2003
I am a magnificent actor. Now trust me, I'm not usually one to toot my own horn (after all, I wouldn't need a partner if I could do that), but I have everybody fooled. They know me as Orlando Bloom, a nice lad with perfectly normal sexual tastes. But I am in fact Orlando Bloom, the personal whore of Viggo Mortensen. And they don't have a clue. I deserve a bloody Oscar.
It's been two days since Viggo was so kind as to ream my arse and make me his whore, and I've been very careful not to drop any hints about the, uh, redefinition of our relationship to others. Like saying, "Hey Billy, guess what? On Thursday night, Viggo rammed his massive cock inside of me, and declared me his whore. How's *your* life going?" Because I don't think that would go over very well.
To be honest, I'm a mite bit frustrated that Viggo and I haven't done anything since that night. Sure, we've been on-set for, like, twenty hours a day for the last two days, but I'm a hot piece of ass, and he should *insist* on fucking me every night! Now that Pete's finally called an end to tonight's filming, I'm desperately hoping that Viggo will ask me to go back to his place for a good rogering. Me? Addicted? Never.
"Ready to go?" asks a low voice in my ear. I jump a foot in the air and whirl around to see Viggo giving me that I'm-going-to-fuck-you look.
"Yeah," I say, swallowing hard. Hmm, I have a feeling that I'll be swallowing again before the night is over. At least, I hope that's the case. I haven't had the opportunity to suck Viggo's marvelous cock yet, and I'm really looking forward to that. God, I really *am* a whore.
"Good. I'll meet you at my house in ten minutes." His gaze rakes over my body, and I suddenly feel completely naked. My dick immediately wants to jump up and say hi, and I know that I have to get off this set before I stain my pants.
"Okay." I give him a grin, hoping to convey how eager I am, and then practically skip to my car.
"Hey, Orli!" Elijah's voice makes me stop in my tracks and turn around. "Could you give me a lift home? I misplaced my car keys again."
Fuck. Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck. How do I get out of this? "Sorry, mate. I'm really knackered and just want to go home."
He stares at me in disbelief. "You're gonna fucking strand me here?" Okay, I have two options here. One: strand one of my mates and have him get pissed at me. Two: drive him home, then show up late to Viggo's and undoubtedly run the risk of . . . being punished. I like the sound of being punished. "Get in the car, Elijah," I say with a wide grin.
*****
I'm twenty minutes late, and hopefully that's enough to sufficiently provoke Viggo. The idea of him spanking my arse again is immensely appealing to me, although I'd also be quite happy if he simply yanked down my pants and fucked me senseless. My cock is already harder than a bloody diamond when I knock on his front door and wait impatiently for him to let me in. Fuck me, Viggo. Fuck me now.
"Sorry I'm late," I tell him when he opens the door, adopting a contrite tone of voice. After all, I don't want *him* to know that I'm dying to be punished. "Elijah lost his keys like he always does, and begged me for a ride home.
"I see." His voice is neutral. "Well, come on in."
"Thanks." I walk into the house and look at him in anticipation of his next move.
"I was beginning to think that you'd changed your mind," Viggo tells me, starting to walk to his bedroom. I follow him like an obedient lap dog who's eager for a bone. Hehe. Bone.
"No, I definitely didn't change my mind, Viggo," I tell him as we reach his room. "I mean, I'm *thrilled* to be your whore!" Nice, Bloom. Would it be possible to sound like a bigger wanker?
He laughs and draws me flush against his body so I can feel his erection. "I'm glad to hear that," he husks, grinding his hips against me. I gasp, wishing that we could make these annoying clothes vanish so I could feel his bare cock against my own. His mouth swoops down on mine for a devastating kiss that I'm content to let him dominate. His tongue ravages my mouth, sliding over my teeth and then blazing a path towards my tonsils. Damn, he's good.
I whimper when his hands pull at my tee-shirt, and he breaks the kiss to roughly strip me of my clothes. When I reach out to try and remove *his* clothes, he bats my hands away and grins. "Getting impatient?" he asks.
"I want you to be naked," I whine.
Viggo chuckles. "Very well." My cock hardens further as he takes off his clothes, and I can't help but lick my lips when his erection springs free of his boxers. "Now, my beautiful slut," he murmurs, taking me into his arms and guiding me back towards his bed. "You kept me waiting tonight. That wasn't very nice of you."
I shiver from the naked lust in his voice and on his face, and hope that it's almost spanking time. The backs of my legs hit the mattress, and Viggo pushes me onto the bed. "What are you going to do with me?" I ask breathlessly.
"I'm going to punish you," Viggo says simply in a voice that oozes sexiness. He casually walks over to the other corner of the room and opens a small black trunk. My curiosity gets the best of me and I sit up on the bed, trying to peek at the contents of the trunk. After a few moments of rummaging, Viggo stands up with something clasped behind his back.
"Is that trunk full of sex stuff?" My imagination is running wild with ideas of what kinky toys Viggo might have.
"Yes." His grin is positively feral as he walks back to the bed. "I'm sure that you were hoping for a spanking, but I have something else in mind." Damn, he read my bloody mind again! And why doesn't he want to spank me? My arse is perfect for it!
"So what *are* you going to do?"
Viggo brings his hands out from behind his back and dangles a set of restraints in front of me. My eyes widen and my heart leaps into my throat; in addition, my cock immediately starts leaking precome. "I'm going to tie you to the headboard, Orlando," he says as if it's the most obvious thing in the world. "And then I'm going to fuck you." Jackpot.
He joins me on the bed and arranges some fluffy pillows into a pile. After positioning me so that I'm leaning back against the pillows, he clasps the soft material around my wrists, then fastens the restraints to the headboard. I test the bonds, but can't break free. Perfect. He can now do with me as he pleases. "What now?"
"Well, first I want you to see if you can knock on the headboard in that position," he instructs. I obligingly flex my wrist just enough to rap my knuckles against the headboard. "Good. If you need me to stop, just knock twice."
"What about the safe word?" I remind him.
"I don't think you'll be able to say it. Your mouth will be . . . otherwise occupied." Viggo flashes that killer grin again and lazily strokes his hard cock.
"What do you mean? I thought you were going to fuck me."
He laughs. "I am going to fuck you. I'm going to fuck your pretty little mouth," he croons, tracing my lips with a finger. Oh, God. He's going to let me suck his cock. This is just as good as a spanking! "I'm going to come in your mouth," he continues, "and you're going to swallow it all like a good little slut."
"Yes, I am," I tell him earnestly, suddenly eager to prove myself. It's not as if I've never sucked a guy off before, but Viggo's *hung*, and this will be a challenge -- especially since I can't use my hands. "I'm going to be the best slut you ever had."
Viggo smiles and positions himself so that he's straddling my chest and gripping the headboard for balance. "Well, then show me what you can do with that mouth." His dripping cock nudges against my lips. "Earn your reward."
I open my mouth and allow his cock to slip past my lips, tasting all that I can with my tongue as he pushes his flesh into my mouth. Oh yeah, this is what I wanted. "Take it all," he growls. Suddenly, his hips buck and I nearly gag as my throat is invaded by his cock. Viggo gives me a moment to recover and then begins to do exactly what he promised -- fuck my mouth.
The feeling of him shoving his cock in and out of my mouth is incredible. My initial shock has slipped away, and I would be grinning like mad if it weren't for the fact that my lips are currently clasped around a very large, very hard cock. I'm enjoying every moment of this, loving the feel and flavor of his cock as it fucks my mouth and the low moans that Viggo lets out as I finally relax my throat enough to take him all the way in.
"That's it," he groans, pushing his cock deeper into my throat until my nose is buried in his pubic hair. Who the fuck ever thought that pubic hair would seem so sexy? There's this oddly musky scent that's driving me crazy, and it only adds to the mix of wonderful sensations -- the softness of the pillows contrasted with the solid length of Viggo's cock, the flavor of his precome as it drips onto my tongue and down my throat, and so on.
I suck harder, trying to coax more moans and less control out of him. He grunts and continues with his thrusts, although his pace is becoming erratic. "You look so beautiful," he gasps. "All tied up . . . at my mercy . . . those pink lips stretched around my cock . . ." Christ, he could talk a stone into an orgasm.
"I know you want this," Viggo continues, adding another thrust. The only response I can give him is to moan around the hot bulk in my mouth, and I know that he understands what I need. "You want me to come in your mouth so you can drink it all down like the whore that you are." That's exactly what I want.
His body tenses up, and I brace myself for his orgasm. A moment later, he throws his head back in ecstasy and literally wails my name. Hot jets of come hit the back of my throat, and I swallow convulsively in an effort to milk every drop. Fuck, he really does taste good. I'm not exactly sure how this was supposed to punish me.
Viggo pulls his softening cock out of my mouth and shifts his position so that he's propped up on his elbow next to me. He leans in and kisses me hard, his tongue scouring my mouth for his own taste. Bloody pervert.
I suddenly realize that while he just had a fantastic orgasm, I'm still hard and can't wank myself. Jerking my head away from his, I glare at him. "Finish me off, you cunt."
"Are you giving me orders?" he asks, raising his eyebrows and smirking.
"No," I say, immediately realizing my mistake. "Please, Viggo."
"Please what?"
"Please let me come," I plead, switching into begging mode (which I'm surprisingly comfortable with). "Please . . . you can use your hand, your mouth, whatever the fuck you want. Just let me come, Viggo." I turn on the puppy dog eyes and the pout. "Please," I say again.
"Bossy little whore," he chuckles. He takes my cock in his hand and slowly strokes it. I'm so damned hard from our little cockfeeding session that it only takes a few touches for me to come. Viggo grins as I coat his hand with my come, then holds his fingers up to my mouth. "Clean up your mess," he orders. I hungrily lap and suck at his hand, feeling delightfully depraved.
Once I've cleaned his hand to his satisfaction, Viggo gives me a fond smile and reaches up to take the restraints off of my wrists. "Thanks," I groan, flexing my shoulders and feeling a bit sore for the first time.
"You're welcome." He kisses my forehead affectionately like he did the other night, and I blush. Okay, I didn't blush when he was ramming his cock down my throat, but I blush now. You figure it out. "Do you want to stay?" he asks. "You're welcome to if you want."
"Yeah, that sounds good. Thanks, Vig."
"Mm-hmm." He stands up and goes to turn off the light, and I get a little thrill at watching him stroll around in the buff even though I'm completely knackered. "At least tomorrow is Sunday -- we don't have to film anything."
"I'm looking forward to that. I'm going surfing with some hobbits. Care to join us?"
"After what happened last time? You must be crazy," he chuckles, getting under the covers with me.
"Of course I'm crazy, mate. Everyone working on this film is absolutely bonkers."
I can see Viggo's grin in the moonlight, and it makes me grin as well. "Goodnight, Orli," he says. "Sleep well."
"You, too."
A few minutes later, I hear Viggo's breathing patterns even out and I know that he's asleep. I slide a bit closer to him, putting my head right above his shoulder. If I get lucky, he'll wake up with my naked body draped over his and be unable to resist fucking me. I chuckle to myself, realizing that I might be on my way to becoming a nymphomaniac. Well, maybe just a Viggomaniac.
Yes, it's official: the nice, normal boy who used to inhabit my body
has vanished. And to hell with the tosser -- he was no fun.
It's much nicer to be a kinky little whore.
