PAIRING : male/female

RATING : NC17

SPOILERS : none

DISCLAIMER : I do not own Puddle of Mudd's "Control."

WARNINGS : Please note that this is not a lovey dovey fic! BDSM involved here and elements of slash!

He was helpless. He was helpless against anything she could give him and everything she couldn't. He was crouched down because it was all he could do as he watched his mistress. She moved about the room doing various things. She picked up her magazines and put them on the table as she carried the dirty plate into the kitchen.

Every day, she'd move about the apartment enticingly as she cleaned. She'd make lunch while she sang softly with her low, sultry voice, entrancing him. Her hair would fall over her shoulders as she'd sit and read a book in the large chair in the living room.

Every now and then, she'd cast a glance at him to make sure he was watching her. He was always watching her. He couldn't help it. He was helpless.

She stomped her foot and his eyes immediately found her. She was standing near the stereo. It was time.

His hands gripped the metal bars as her hips undulated slowly. Her arm stretched out to the stereo and he growled softly. She tossed her head back and laughed before hitting 'play'.

The all too familiar music started as she hit 'repeat' and her hips started to sway. His knuckles were white as he gripped the bars. He watched as she let the music take over her body.

//I love the way you look at me
I feel the pain you place inside
Lock me up inside ya dirty cage
While I'm alone inside my mind
I like to teach you all the rules
I'd get to see them set in stone
I like it when you chain me to the bed
There ya secrets never shone//

As he watched, he wondered if she'd chain him to the bed this time. She had the night before. However, the night before that, she'd fucked him through the bars. His tongue had been the only thing allowed entrance into her channel as she'd straddled the cage. Another time, she'd lain on the cage and he'd watched from below as she got herself off with her fingers. Other times, she'd lain on top with her breasts hanging into the cage, letting his fingers move within her.

He wondered what she'd do tonight.

//I need to feel you
You need to feel me
I can't control you
You're not the one for me, no//

She danced enticingly in front of him. His cock was painfully erect. It was *always* painfully erect. When she was in the room, he was hard, despite the cock ring that ensured his arousal.

//I can't control you
You can't control me
I need to feel you
So why's it involve//

She stuck her finger through the bars and he sucked it into his mouth before she pulled it away quickly. Her finger tasted like chocolate and her cunt tasted like nectar. Unfortunately, sometimes tasting that wasn't in the cards.

He'd only been inside her once, the previous night, when he'd been chained to the bed. But he was *always* hard.

Always.

"Have you been good?" She asked, her voice lust-ridden.

"Yes, Mistress," he answered eagerly.

"Let's see," she said as she crouched down next to the cage. Her scent instantly filled the air around him, as her enticing lips parted with her body's change in position. He spread his legs, giving her the full view of his raging purple cock, held tight in its cage, like he was. "Good," was all she said before she moved to the front of the cage and unlocked the door.

He kept his eyes on hers; penetrating even the depths she didn't know she had, as her fingers drew near. The first touch of her fingers on his flesh was ecstasy. He cried her name when her fingers slid up his arm and back down.

//I love the way you rape my skin
I feel the hate you place inside
I need to get your voice out of my head
'Cause I'm the guy you'll never find//

He growled as her fingers stroked his abused cock lightly. She just smiled and laughed, and he took the pain inside him, along with bitter resentment of his body. His body disobeyed him. It took the pain, all of it; the humiliation of being locked in a cage and made it completely sensual. She knew this, even as she pulled her fingers away from him.

"Come," she said as she held the leash up. He moved to the door and she hooked the chain onto his collar. She led him on his hands and knees over to the altar. "On," she commanded. He obeyed without a second thought, crawling on top and draping his body over the hard surface. She locked his ankles and wrists in place, and his cock was now trapped between his stomach and the table.

"Sharp or hot?" She asked as she slapped him on the ass, making his cock twitch.

"Sharp, Mistress. Sharp," he answered. He felt her nipples brush against his ass as she licked down his spine.

"I bought something special for us. A present." She walked around in front of him and lifted his chin off the table so his eyes could see hers. "Do you want it?"

//I'm faking all of the rules
There's no expressions on your face
I'm hoping some day you will let me go
Release me from my dirty cage//

"Yes, Mistress. I want it, Mistress. Whatever pleases you."

"I think you'll like this, too," she said as she tossed her head back. Her throaty, lusty laughter rang throughout his body and he heard velcro? Buttons? Snaps? Zippers? Something, he wasn't really paying attention.

All he really heard was, "Uhmmm…" That was her happy moan. That was when she was pleased.

He could smell her arousal thick in the air. It made him throb and he started moving his hips so his cock could rub against the table. He knew he'd pay for it later, when he didn't get to come, but he needed to feel something. It felt all too wonderful, the friction did.

His rhythm was broken when she pulled the chains on his ankles taut so he had no give. He was suspended on the table with no chance of movement, completely at her mercy.

"I told you to be good. Didn't I?"

"Yes, Mistress. I just…" Slap on the ass, hard. "I thought it would please you, Mistress."

He felt her hot breath on his neck as she whispered, "Oh, it does."

He shuddered as her fingers crept up his thighs and he fel- "Aahhh! Missstressss…"

"Yes, tell me. Tell me everything," she cooed in his ear.

"Mistressss… feels so gooood…" And indeed it did. He needed to feel her that way.

//I need to feel you
You need to feel me
I can't control you
You're not the one for me, no//

Her slick fingers slid into his tight passage, and she assaulted him in a most pleasant way. Her fingers sawed in and out of him roughly, scissoring as well, almost like sh-

"MISTRESS!" He screamed, when she started rubbing on his prostate. "Oh god! Mistress! Please!"

"Please, what?" She asked. She grabbed his hair and yanked his head back. She pillowed it on her heavy, ample bosom. "Please, what, Slave?"

"Oh, Mistress… I haven't touched myself all day. I haven't come in three days! Mistress, I beg you! Please!"

//I can't control you
You can't control me
I need to feel you
So why's it involve
You and me//

"Haven't come in three days? Has it been that long?"

"Yes, Mistress. Please!"

"Maybe," she shrugged and placed his head back on the altar. "If you're good. Now, are you ready for your present?"

He whimpered, as her fingers started moving again. He loved the feeling of her slick digits inside him. She always used the strawberry scented lube, just the same scent as her shampoo.

He nodded, "Yes." He could take anything, if he even had the *hint* of being allowed to come. He doubted he'd be inside her, but at least he might feel her hand on him. Just once. He was sure he'd blow if she just took off the ring long enough to touch him once.

"Good," she whispered. Then, he felt her climbing onto the altar as well, placing her knees on either side of his hips an-

"MIIIIISSSSTRRRESSSSS!!!!" He screamed, as he felt the hardness slide into him.

She moaned along with him, before thrusting completely inside him. "Like it?" She asked, gyrating her hips a little. "Something for *you* and something for *me*."

Oh! That's what she'd put on. A double dildo? One inside her and one inside him. She started fucking him with it. "And it's got a stimulator for my clit," she informed him. "I'll just keep coming tonight."

"Please, Mistress," he whimpered between her thrusts.

Her hips slapped against him and he could feel the juices from her pussy leaking onto his ass, into his hole, where the strap-on slipped in and out effortlessly.

//I love the way you look at me
I love the way you smack my ass
I love the dirty things you do
I have control of you//

The song droned on and on, and he was lost. Lost in the feeling of her breasts slapping against his back, her fingers raking up and down his sides, her teeth biting his neck, as she rode him and fucked herself.

She shrieked and bit down on his neck, and he knew she had just come.

But still, she rode him. She continued moving her hips and kissing him and his body was thrashing against the chains that kept him there, spread and open to his lover and mistress.

//I need to feel you
You need to feel me
I can't control you
You're not the
One for me, no//

"Please, Mistress, please, please, please…"

He felt her slowing her hips as her hand slid under his hips. "MISTRESS!" He screeched as her hand grabbed his purple, sore, swollen cock. "OHMISTRESSPLEASE!"

"Shh," she whispered, her succulent lips closing on his earlobe. "Shh," she repeated, as her hand started stroking him and her hips kept a slow, steady, deep rhythm. "Mmm… feels so good."

"OhgodohgodohgodpleaseMistressplease… please… pleeeassse…"

She withdrew from him almost completely and THAT's when he felt it. The strap, the binding removed, the blood rushing to his freed erection was terrifyingly painful. "EEEEEE!" He shrieked.

"Don't," she ordered. "Not yet. Hold it."

His head thrashed and he bit his lip hard as she started moving again, hitting his prostate every time, while her hand steadily stroked him.

"Hold it as long as you can," she whispered.

"Ican't!" He cried. "NotmoreIcan't…"

"You will." It was not a choice. He bit his lip harder and she just let loose, fucking him with abandon, no doubt driving the fake cock deeper and deeper inside her as well.

//I can't control you
You can't control me
I need to feel you
So why's it involve
You and me//

"Hold it," she kept whimpering, as she thrashed around on top of him, lost in her own ecstasy.

"Can't. PLEASE!"

"Come!" She demanded.

"AAAAAAAHHHHHHH!" He screamed, and exploded all over her hand and himself. He came and came, exploding again and again as his sperm shot from his body. He went rigid, squeezing his muscles around the device of his undoing. She was shrieking in his ear and sucking on his neck as they came together, into oblivion.

//You're not the one for me, no//

She had collapsed on top of him, her sweaty body covering his own, dildos completely within them both. Her chin rested on his shoulder and she smiled contentedly as she closed her eyes.

He smiled and did the same. She kept him, but he was not kept. He was her willing prisoner, but she was his as well, captured by her own desire and need for him.

She might hold the key to his chains, but he held keys of his own.

~El Fin~