"With Permission" (Dom/Rachel, LA, December 2006)
Title: With Permission Authors: slightlywonky and msilverstar Pairing: Dom Monaghan/Rachel Weisz Rating: NC-17 Warning: Consensual non-con roleplay Disclaimer: Not true: we made it up. Summary: Rachel pays a flying visit to Dom in LA and fulfils an unfulfilled fantasy. For all fics in this universe in chronological order, please see the Master List.
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It's great having Rachel to stay. When she found out Dom was going to be in LA at the same time as Rachel had a couple of days off filming in Chicago, she immediately begged to be allowed to escape from the cold, and Dom couldn't possibly refuse. They've had a great time, shopping and hanging out with his friends -- not to mention some rather wonderful sex -- and Dom's trying not to think about the fact that she's leaving again tomorrow. Instead, he's gazing at her as she dozes by his pool, carefully shaded so as to retain her winter pallor. She looks utterly edible, even if she's rather more covered-up than he'd like.
The sun isn't terribly strong, just warming and relaxing Rachel until she's nearly boneless. But after a bit, even lotus-eating begins to pall, and Rachel stretches, arms high above her head, teasing Dom just a little tiny bit. What he's done to her these days has been brilliant, even if though he's not Billy, and she's enjoying every little tender bit that he's left her with.
"So," Dom says, as she meets his gaze and smiles. The smile makes his heart skip a beat. "Anything you haven't done yet that you wanted to do before you leave?"
Rachel turns over on her chaise longue and props herself up on her elbows, knowing what a nice view it will give Dom of her breasts. "Meet Meryl Streep?" she says, and smirks at the surprise in his face. Then she bows her head and looks up at him through her eyelashes, "I am entirely at your disposal, Sir." Just saying that makes her heart beat faster and her breathing catch.
"Oh. Wow, okay." Dom collects the scattered pieces of his brain, and swallows. "Tell me about a fantasy you have, one that you haven't fulfilled yet." He swallows again and tears his eyes away from her cleavage to her face.
It's not as though she and Billy have been shy about trying things out, so Rachel has to think a bit before she remembers one that's been in the back of her mind. "There's one," she says, "Billy won't do it, it's not his kink at all, but I like being pushed about a bit more, forced, used. The usual girl's rape fantasy, you know."
"Um." Dom's tongue-tied again. "The... usual?" He bites his lip. "It's usual for girls to have a rape fantasy?" Also, he's not sure about doing something that Billy wouldn't like. This is all making him a bit wobbly.
"Being swept off your feet by a pirate or rogue highwayman, oh yes," Rachel answers. "All those Mills and Boon romances, they're full of that."
"Oh, that kind of rape fantasy. Okay." Dom calms down a bit. "Being carted off and ravished, yes." He licks his lips. "I'd be well up for that, but how would Billy feel about it?"
"Ravished, exactly," Rachel says. "Billy's not like that, he likes it when I beg from the start." Billy's been very generous with them this trip, though if he's awake, he likes to listen on the phone. Or one memorable time, watched them cavorting for the web cam. Rachel calculates the time difference, and it's not too late in Glasgow, so she suggests, "Shall we call him and ask nicely?"
Dom beams. "Great idea!" He jumps to his feet and tugs on Rachel's hand. "Come on, we'll need the speakerphone again."
Rachel follows him inside, and it's only minutes later that they've got Billy's voice on the line.
"Hey, Bill, we've got something we want to ask you very nicely for," Dom says, grinning at Rachel.
Billy, in Scotland, looks skeptically at his phone. "If you need to ask," he says, "my first instinct is to say no. Convince me."
"Give us a chance to ask, mate!" Dom says, a bit exasperated. Then he remembers himself and tempers his tone. "Rachel's got this fantasy, this rape fantasy, and she says you're not interested. I'm up for it. Could we have permission to go ahead?"
"It's like the pirate thing," Rachel says, "remember, you didn't want to?"
Of course Billy remembers, it's hard to forget turning down any form or flavour of sex with Rachel. With Dom he can fight and wrestle Dom into submission, because Dom will be begging soon anyway. But with Rachel, he simply can't do that, can't hear her say 'no' and keep going. She might not be fragile, but he's still worried about breaking her. "Hmmm," he says, mild encouragement at least.
"I'm going to need a bit more than 'hmm'," Dom says, a smile in his voice. He looks at Rachel and grins. "I promise I'll be careful with your girl. I can't leave marks, anyhow, she's back on set in a day or two."
"It's Chicago in winter, I'm bundled up in a million layers," Rachel says, arms out, showing how puffy all the coats make her, "no one will notice anything." She turns to the phone "Please, Sir, may we do this?'
When she begs like that, full on, Billy's nearly incapable of denying her anything. "Yeah, all right, go ahead," he says, a little gruffly, "but be careful."
"As if I'd not be careful!" But Dom's silently pumping his fist with glee. "D'you want to listen in or anything?"
Billy shakes his head, because he truly does not want to know. "No, I've got rehearsal in a bit. But Rachel? Ring me when you are back in Chicago, when you're all alone in the hotel at night. I'll want to talk to you then."
His tone, his half-caressing half-demanding tone makes Rachel shiver with anticipation. "Yes Sir," she says, not trying to keep her excitement out of her voice.
"Talk to you later, Bill," Dom says, and hangs up the phone. "So," he says, grinning with anticipation at Rachel, who is obviously excited, "how d'you want to do this?"
Rachel leans back against the wall and says, "Pirates is always good. Pirate captures maiden, has her at his mercy, ravishes her completely..." It makes her shiver just to think about Dom ravishing her.
"Hmm, okay, but I'm not about to do all that "Oo-aarr" stuff, that's just silly," Dom says, rolling his eyes Captain Barbossa-style.
"What are you going to do?" Rachel asks, her voice more husky than usual.
"I've got... ideas," Dom says, his voice also changing, becoming lower and quieter. "I want you to go and change into clothes you're not very attached to. A skirt and top, underwear but no bra." He cups one of her breasts and kisses her neck, murmuring against her skin, "Then come back in here."
When Dom gets ideas, they're usually outrageously sexy ones. Once Rachel's away from him in her room, she can still feel his touch on her skin and the places he's left her tender from before. The girl-next-door look, she decides, choosing a little yellow t-shirt and a white skirt that skims her thighs, covering her pink knickers. She pulls her hair back in a pony tail and walks out to meet Dom, happily wondering what he'll do to her.
Dom hovers behind the living room door, bouncing on the balls of his feet, body thrumming with energy. They've discussed safewords, ages ago, so he feels confident in continuing even though she says 'no'. When Rachel appears, looking slightly puzzled at the ostensibly empty room, Dom darts out from behind the door and grabs her, pushing her back against the wall roughly. "Hello there, pretty girl," he says, harshly. "You look like you want to play."
"Oh!" Rachel shrieks a little, "What? Who are you?" She twists under his hard hands and looks up at him in confusion, heart pounding in her chest.
"Never mind who I am," Dom snarls. He grabs her wrists and pulls her to him, pinning her hands together behind her back, which has the added effect of pressing her close against his chest. Her eyes are wide, confused, her lips parted and her breath coming in little pants. "You're fucking edible," he says, then kisses her hard and greedily.
Rachel tries to scream, but his mouth is trapping hers, invading it. She struggles against his hold, kicking with her bare feet, and trying to twist away. He's not really bigger than she is, but he's much stronger, the muscles of his arms and chest pressing against her, and god, that's sexy.
"Yeah, you want it, don't you? Little slut," Dom hisses. He jerks her around so she's got her back to him, and takes her upper arms in a grip that he hopes will bruise. "Now," he says, in what he hopes is a menacing tone. "You're coming with me." Pushing her in front of him, he walks out of the living room and down the hall to the bedroom.
Jerking back suddenly, Rachel says "No, no, not that!" as she frees herself from his hands and tries to run away, only to be caught again. He pushes her face against the wall, and presses his body against hers until she can barely breathe. His cock is hard against her arse and it's tempting to move against it, but this roleplay is too much fun to stop now.
"I wouldn't try that again, if I were you," Dom murmurs. He steps back, still pushing her against the wall with one hand, and slaps her hard on the arse. "Now," he says, jerking her towards him again. "Be a good girl, and you won't get hurt."
His hand on her felt so good that Rachel wants more, right now. "No, stop, leave me alone," she says, struggling against his hold, "please don't hurt me like that any more."
Dom chuckles. Her writhing against him is heating him up, he can tell she wants him. "Just do what I say then," he says, pushing Rachel ahead of him into the bedroom.
"Don't hurt me, I'll do anything you want," Rachel says, switching tactics, yearning for intense kinky things. His hands on her are so sexual that she's panting for it, barely able to keep herself from sliding down to her knees and begging for it.
This is fucking amazing. It's a different kind of power from the usual dominance/submission dynamic, and Dom's loving every moment of it. Holding Rachel's wrists together with one hand, Dom yanks her into the bedroom and pulls a set of cuffs out of the bedside table: leather, with a fleece lining. He cuffs her wrists together behind her back and then roughly pushes her to her knees, grabbing her hair to hold her still. "Little slut, you're gagging for it," he growls, unzipping his fly and freeing his achingly hard cock. "Now, open your mouth and suck."
For a moment, Rachel's awkward on her knees, put out of balance by her arms cuffed behind her and Dom's hand in her hair. He's looking down at her with such a stern face that she immediately opens her mouth, licks round the head of his cock, letting him direct her mouth to move further down his length. It's familiar from the other times she's sucked him off, usually performing for Billy, but also strange and new as Dom growls down at her and pushes her head further down.
"Yeah, take it, slut," Dom says, thrusting into her mouth a little. He knows she can handle it, having watched Billy fuck her mouth with abandon, but there are, well. Size issues here. Snapping back into role, he thrusts again, knowing she'll let him know if it gets too much.
Rachel moans at the sexiness of it all: her breasts are aching to rub against him and her pussy is wet because it's all so bloody sexy. She looks up at Dom, his face alive with desire, and flutters her eyelashes for him, then settles down to suck his cock properly, taking another inch in easily.
It's almost too good. "God," Dom groans, yanking her off him. Her lips are swollen, and she looks up at him through her lashes, almost too sexy for words. "Stand up, slut," he orders. Rachel obeys, and he turns her around, undoing one of the cuffs before pushing her back on to the bed and kneeling astride her hips, cock still protruding from his trousers.
Being pushed, manipulated, ordered --- it's all so hot that Rachel obeys without thinking. It takes a moment to remember their plan, and another to take a deep breath and go back to that mind-set. She wriggles away from his knees and tries to reach the other side of the bed.
"Oi, not so fast!" Dom says, slapping her rump and grabbing her wrists. She's protesting and struggling, but he manages to get her wrists cuffed together again and presses them down above her head. "Little slut, do you want me to hurt you?"
"No, please don't hurt me," Rachel manages to say, keeping up the pretense. Dom's body is holding her down firmly and she can twist and press against it as much as she pleases. Which is good, because she needs to feel him against her breasts, needs to spread her legs just like that so his knee is between them, pressing on her pussy. "Please don't hit me," she says, not meaning it at all.
Now he's got her trapped, Dom reaches out to his bedside table with one hand and fumbles in the drawer until he finds a short length of rope. He uses it to attach the cuffs to the headboard, so now he's got Rachel bound, but he can turn her over. "There," he says, sitting up and straddling her hips again. "Now we can really have some fun." And without further comment he takes the hem of her top in his fists and rips it open, exposing her breasts.
Rachel struggles against him, shrieking a little when he tears her top. Not that she cares about the top, but it's altogether shriek-worthy. And Dom's said this is an isolated house, no one near, garden all blocked off by a tall fence. So she knows it's all right to make noise. "Please," she whispers, "please don't hurt me or rape me?"
"Oh, you're irresistible," Dom says huskily, cupping her luscious tits and squeezing them. Her eyes are wide and her lips parted. "I could just come over your pretty face, how would you like that?" He smiles in what he hopes is a menacing fashion. "But that would make it too easy for you, wouldn't it?"
It's hard for Rachel not to just close her eyes and enjoy Dom's gorgeous hands on her. And she'd take his come on her face, they've never done that yet, but she could and she'll suggest it next time. But now, the struggle is too exciting to give up. "No, no, never!" she declares, as she twists her body and his hands clench her breasts tighter, oh yes.
He's aching to be inside her, to have her hard and fast. Quickly, Dom kneels beside her and then rolls Rachel's still twisting, struggling body on to her front. "Kneel," he orders, flipping up her skirt and giving her arse a sharp smack. "I said on your knees, slut!"
"No, please, don't hurt me!" Rachel moans, drawing her legs under her, rising to kneel shakily. "I'll do anything, just please don't hurt me." She's wet from this, and her pussy is hot, so hot that she rests her head on her arm, arches her back, and spreads her legs a little so he can get a better look at her.
Dom's fishing in the bedside table for a condom. Her arse is so round and smooth and perfect, he's just got to mark it. Grabbing her underwear, he yanks hard on it until it tears very satisfyingly, leaving her bare cheeks begging to be slapped. "Filthy slut," he growls, starting to spank her, hard.
Rachel's startled, she thought he was going to fuck her, and she shrieks again with a bit of added surprise as he spanks her. Her mouth says, "No, no, don't hurt," but her arse is a traitor, pushing back into the blows. "Please," she says and she means, 'more please'.
When she's so eager, he can resist no longer. With shaking hands, Dom tears open the condom packet and rolls it on himself, lining up with her wet pussy and shoving in hard with a groan. "Such a wet cunt, such a slutty wet cunt," he says, slapping her hip as he starts to thrust.
"Oh yes," Rachel moans, meeting Dom's thrusts with her own. "Oh god, slutty wet cunt for you, yes!" She moves her arse around until he's in the perfect position, rubbing against her most sensitive areas.
All Dom can do is thrust hard and fast, losing control, grunting and gasping with the intense pleasure of it. "Don't -- come -- before me!" he manages to blurt out.
Now all Rachel wants to do is come, just because she can't. It makes her roll her hips around a bit, press back into Dom's groin, and pull away from it, squeeze him inside, all the little tricks she knows to make a man come.
It's enough to tip Dom over the edge. With a long, drawn-out groan he comes, thrusting into Rachel and shuddering hard. Finally he slumps over her, spent and sated. "Fucking amazing," he murmurs.
It's all very well for Dom, but Rachel's not come yet, and she wants to so very much. She waits as long as she can and then, "Please Dom? Your hand, something, anything?" She'll rub against his leg if that's all she's given.
With a sigh, he pulls out of her and quickly gets rid of the condom, pulling off his jeans and t-shirt. "Roll over," he urges, giving her a little push, and she obliges. Her skirt's kind of annoying so he tugs it down and off; now they're both naked, which is far more satisfactory. "Now," he says, kissing down her front. "Gonna make you come."
"Oh yesssss!" Rachel spreads her legs for him, as widely as she possibly can. "Anything you want, just please... soon..."
Rachel's such a gratifying subject. Dom doesn't tease, but goes straight to work, kissing and licking her clit, slipping a couple of fingers into her cunt to help things along - and because he wants to feel her come. "So beautiful," he murmurs between licks. "Can't let Bill keep you all to himself."
Rachel moans helplessly as he touches her just right. "Oh god," she moans, "so good," and then the words are gone and she's just moaning and pushing against Dom's mouth as she comes.
Dom presses his tongue against her clit until the clenching around his fingers tapers off. He looks up, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand. "That was fun," he grins, then crawls up the bed for a cuddle. "Be sure to tell Bill how much you liked it."
"Mmmhmmm," Rachel mumbles, still echoing with the waves of her orgasm. She'd not trade a moment of her time with Billy for anyone else, even Dom, but when he's across oceans, Dom is a wonderful substitute.
As he pulls Rachel close, Dom realises how much he enjoys having her in his arms. Not just the sex; though of course, that's amazing. But her company, her laugh, her humour, her wisdom. And now he's found something he can give her that Billy can't -- or won't. Dom smiles to himself and sighs happily, plants a kiss in Rachel's hair and wonders about the future.