Round Robin

Round Robin~

Belated Birthday

Authors: Djinn, Mandy, Tia Drissen, Emily Siazon, Trisha
Rating: NC-17, Sexual situations, Language, Mild sexual violence
Category: Robin Robin~Romance, Drama, Angst (J/MP)
Archived on: March 26, 2000
Timeline: Mid-season three
Spoilers: None
Summary: A little fun for Jarod and Miss Parker for a special someones birthday.

Author's Notes: HAPPY BIRTHDAY !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Disclaimer: The characters portrayed in this fan fiction belong to NBC and any other copyright holders. No infringement is intended.

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Jarod strained against the mattress, metal biting into his wrists as he writhed on the bed. He had to bite back a whimper, a plea for mercy, as knowing hands touched him. . . oh, right there. Right there.

He bit back a scream.

It wasn't any use to go into a sim mode. This wasn't a dream, this was real. For the first time in his life, it was real whether he wanted it or not.

Just now, he wanted it. Badly.

Groaning, he pulled against the four point restraints, and the metal bit into his wrists and ankles, slicking them with his blood.

"Not pretending now, are you, Jarod?" Mocking his need, laughing at his desperation, the voice caressed his mind as the hands stroked and pinched his naked flesh.

<Djinn>

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In his mind he was silently begging for the feminine hand that slid across his chest to be removed . . . only to be replaced on a more urgent part of his body.

Breathing heavily he gave one last futile tug to the restraints, knowing that she only took pleasure in seeing him like this. Why did
she get all the fun? He needed quite a bit of pleasuring right now . . .

He couldn't help but gasp as the wandering hand worked its way down his body, coming to rest just above his straining cock, the fingers dancing down it's length slowly, teasingly, followed by the wetness of her tongue. He groaned, wanting her to take him fully into her mouth, but she only laughed.

"Say it Jarod. Beg for me Jarod!" she whispered, making anger mix with his desire.

"I want you to . . . I need you to . . .," but no matter how hard he tried he couldn't force the words out of his mouth. "PLEASE!!!" he finaly gasped, feeling pleasure/pain as she took the tip of him in her mouth and bit lightly.

<Mandy>

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She paused and looked up to watch him straining against the cuffs, eyes squeezed shut in anticipation. A devious grin appeared and she squirmed up closer to his face, resting on his painfully hard erection. She waited for his eyes to open and look at her before she showed him the candle she'd taken from beside the bed.

"What?" He croaked out with some difficulty.

"Don't want this to end too soon do we Jarod?" She asked sweetly.

We certainly do. VERY soon. Jarod thought. But he was suddenly mesmorised by the candle and wondered what role it was going to play in his tormentor's/lover's fantasy. "Umm . .. . What are you-"

"Don't worry about it Jarod." She lit the candle, watching his eyes, and played with his nipples as she waited for the wax to begin to melt.

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Jarod let out a groan as he felt her hand move back down to his cock, his head falling back into the pillow as he bit his lip to keep himself from whimpering. He didn't want to give her the satisfaction of knowing just how much control she had had over him.

As if sensing his reluctance to surrender completely, she increased the pressure of her hand, eliciting another moan from him.

Jarod watched her lick her lips seductively through half-lidded eyes, only to close them completely as he felt her hand playfully squeeze his balls.

God. If he didn't kiss her soon he was going to die.

He tried to move his arms to bring her head closer, only to be stopped by the sound of metal against metal as the other end of the handcuffs collided with the wrought iron headboard.

Jarod let out a frustrated growl, eliciting a chuckle from her before she removed her hand from him completely.

Tease.

She just gave him a knowing smile before dropping some of the melted wax onto his chest.

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Jarod gasped as the hot wax made his chest tingle with heat, and she grinned, blowing on his nipple and making it harden. He closed his eyes hating/needing the sensations she was provoking.

She licked his nipple, biting down gently while dripping more wax. Lower. A burning trail of wax, heading for the inevitable. He let out a hoarse cry as the wax dripped on the base of his cock, and she blew gently, cooling it, making him *and* the wax harder.

"Does the little genius want something?" she said in a sing-song voice.

"Fuck me. Please . . . fuck me!" he cried, his body arching up at the thought of her warm flesh enveloping him.

<Mandy>

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Her eyes never left his as she blew out the candle and placed it on the nightstand. She then sat up, an innocent smile on her face that sharply contrasted with her actions only a couple of seconds before. "I don't know about that. Maybe we should stop. We have a full day ahead of us tomorrow and . . ."

"Don't you dare!" Jarod demanded, his eyes blazing with frustration and desire.

She chuckled as she peeled off the hardened wax on his throbbing cock. He bit back a moan as her index finger drew concentric circles all over his length while her other hand lifted her miniskirt up to her waist.

Without preamble, she dropped herself on him, enveloping him in her velvety warmth. He didn't even have a chance to react to this new sensation before she started to move.

Jarod tried to distract himself from the wonderful friction between them by listing all the elements in the periodic table in his head. He wanted to make this last, knowing that this wouldn't happen again till her next birthday.

It had become routine for them to do this ever since his escape three years ago. He would drop by her house as soon as she got home from work, letting her do what she wanted with him for the rest of the night.

No questions. No discussions on the repercussions of their actions. Just the two of them acting on impulse, living the moment. It was the closest thing he had to heaven.

Jarod had gotten up to plutonium when she began to moan, causing him, if possible, to harden even more.

He spied her right hand resting on his cheek and he moved his head until her index finger was in his mouth, sucking on it like his life depended on it.

The look she gave him in response was priceless. Her eyes, dark as night, stared at him with longing and hunger.

It was the kind of look that kept him up at nights; the kind of look that can make him hard in under a second. It was the kind of look that made it more and more difficult for him to leave after each of their encounters.

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She looked at him and realized it was time. Reaching over with her free hand, she retreived the key to the cuffs, for they were dangling on the wrought iron just above his head. The minute he realized his hands were free, he returned the look of longing and desire. He had some exploring of his own to do. So he slowly opened her satin blouse, one button at a time, exposing
her black lacey bra. His fingers brushed her nipples, ever so lightly, ellicting a small moan from her. She had stopped moving but he could feel her contract each time he touched her skin as he slowly removed the satin blouse. Carefully struggling to a sitting position, for he feared that the movement would cause him to slip out, he found the gently slope of her neck with his lips and placed a soft trail of kisses up it. It was his turn to tease her and he wanted her to experience all that he had from her foreplay of earlier.

He remembered just how much he wanted to run his fingers through her hair, he snaked his hands up her back and clutched her head, and pulled her mouth to his, kissing her deep and hard. Breaking the contact of his lips, he lowered them and slowly took hold of her bra strap with his teeth and pulled it off of her shoulder. His tongue drawing a thin wet line across her skin and found it's way to the graceful slope of her breast. His tongue slowly darted inside the lace fabric and found that which it sought. He felt her contractaction tighten around his already rock hard cock, feathery kisses and his lips moved on to her other breast. He dragged the strap from her shoulder and his hands found the clasp. Undoing it, he released her breasts and eagerly took one in
his mouth, reveling her soft cry of delight.

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To Be Continued . . . ?

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