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BIOSHOCK KINK MEME
Let not light see my black and deep desires
- bioshock trash crew proverb
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Blindfold - Fontaine/Tenenbaum - (2/2)
(Anonymous) 2014-06-05 04:57 am (UTC)(link)She must resist, she must, and so she does not spread her thighs, not until he pushes on them again. Only then does she open herself to him. Frank’s body is so close to her now, and she feels the head of his cock against her entrance. He presses into her and he slips in smoothly. Brigid did not know sex could be so gentle. She did not know sex with Frank Fontaine could ever possibly be like this. Her hands hold onto his shoulders and her fingers dig in, holding tight to him.
His cock feels big inside of her. Not seeing it means she cannot tell how large he really is. Frank is very heavy and she cannot move much, not while he is on top of her, not while he is inside of her. All she can feel is him. Frank is not a quiet man, not ever and not here. He makes sounds as he pushes in and out of her, grunts that she could not ignore, even if she wanted to. But she does not want to. He makes such desperate sounds and she cannot help but wonder what is it she has done to make him want her so. “Frank.”
“Brigid. You feel real fucking good, real tight. Ain’t had anybody else down here, that’s for damn sure.” His hands touch her. They stroke down her body, they push on her negligee until it is up and her breasts are bared. Frank squeezes them and his hips thrust into her again and again, and it all feels good, very good. “You’re so wet. If you sat on my face, I could drown in your cunt.”
Her nose wrinkles with disgust. That is more like the Frank she knows. “Do not say such things. Is-”
Brigid does not finish what she wants to say. He thrusts in deep and pinches her breasts, and all she can do is make undignified sounds. Her cheeks flush with embarrassment. She should not have made such a noise, not for Frank. He is inside of her and she can feel his cock moving, thrusting in again and again. It feels nicer than it should and though she wants to hold back all sounds and all signs of enjoyment, they rise to the surface. She is glad for the blindfold, glad that it keeps his face hidden from her.
“You should wear stuff like this more often. You’re always in that baggy lab coat and it ain’t doing you any favours sweetheart. Though - heh - maybe not. Maybe I don’t want nobody else to notice you.” Frank’s hips thrust forward. Her hips are pinned to the couch and all she can do is hold onto him. He breathes against her skin, her neck going hot and cold and hot and cold with each pant. “You don’t need to fight with me, I got plenty of reasons you’ll like this.”
How could she have ever thought she could pretend Frank was some other man? Everything about him is loud and demanding; he leaves no room for anyone else to exist. It is his hands that squeeze her, his words that slid into her ears, his cock that pushes in again and again, sliding deep inside of Brigid. Even his smell invades her and all she can see and feel is Frank Fontaine. This is what she thinks when he thrust in hard, and then she is winding tight like a broken toy as she comes, all of her reduced to an instance of shameful pleasure. It burns through her, dragging a broken cry from her throat and making her thighs shake.
She is still trembling as he kisses her. Her body shakes and he puts his mouth against hers, as if they are lovers. Frank does not ask - he takes, just as he was instructed. She feels him squeeze her right breast, and his other hand catches one of her wrists, holding it against the couch. He rests on her body, pinning her down so she sinks into the cushions, and he is still inside of her and so very hard. Brigid does not kiss back but he does not notice or care. Her world is darkness and there is nothing to take her mind away from Frank.
“You liked that.” It is not a question, it is a statement. Brigid did like it. He smiles and she knows this because she feels him smile, his teeth pressing against the side of her mouth. Frank whispers against her skin. “You know, they call you Frigid Tenenbaum. If they could only see you now.”
“I would not want them to.” She turns her face away when she feels him come close for another kiss. Brigid does not like kisses. They are grotesque. Frank pinches her nipples and fucks her cunt, and he takes his hand off her wrist so he can turn her head and kiss her again. She bites at him and he just laughs. “No more of that.”
“You’re a real tough customer for somebody who was screaming for me a few minutes ago.” He pushes her hips up somewhat and then begins to thrust in again. Her body goes tight, surprised by how it feels better than before. Brigid squirms and tries to change it back, but Frank keeps her still, driving into her. “You got a real problem with just giving in and enjoying things. We’re already fucking, no reason we can’t enjoy it.”
But that was the point of this. The point was not to enjoy. The point was that she would not like this, that she would not like him, and that she could scratch that ugly itch that haunted her. It was meant to be something ugly and painful. But her thighs are wrapped around him, holding Frank deep within her, and she can feel the tension building again, her body winding tight once more. "Frank, this is too much. This is not w-what I was needing."
"Of course it was. You've got yourself convinced you gotta hate everything about this, like its medicine you can't stand the taste of." His hips keep driving into her, thrusting his cock deep inside of her. Each sharp motion from him makes her body tighten further. She sets her hands on his shoulders and she digs her fingers in, unsure if she wants to hurt him so he stops, or if she is fighting this so she can say later that she did not really want it, not really. The hand on her breast tightens enough to make the flesh ache and she makes a soft sound, caught between pain and pleasure. The noise makes Frank’s cock twitch inside of her and he growls as he keeps fucking her. “See, there you go. You want it, you just can’t admit it. Go on sister, lie to yourself if you gotta, but you’re just missing out on all the fun you have if you just give in.”
Giving in isn’t an option. Still, she doesn’t fight as hard as she could. His eyes remain unscratched and she keeps her thighs spread for him. Tenenbaum hates that she does like this, and that she also is liking Frank’s touch. He is an odious toad, he is not someone she should be liking, not now or ever. But he just keeps touching her, his hands on her and his mouth on her and his cock deep inside of her, his thrusts quickening. Her hands push his shoulders and then pull, and he kisses her, more teeth than lips. Frank is so heavy and she can do nothing but lie there as she feels her pelvis pull tight for the second time that day.
The noise she makes when she comes is barely human. The noise wrenches its way out of her at the same time as her orgasm does, and as her body locks up and all she can feel is wave after wave of endorphins, she just lets her head fall back as she cries out. Frank doesn’t silence her. He encourages her instead, his hips still thrusting hard and fast inside of her. She may say his name or she may not - Tenenbaum is barely aware of anything that is not the shameful pleasure her body is feeling.
Their flesh slaps together as Frank begins to lose his pace as well, leaning over her and keeping her pinned to the couch. “That’s the ticket, ah yeah, stay spread for me Brigid, I’m nearly there. I got something for you, something special for you, and it’ll keep being yours as long as you work for me and nobody else. Promise me sister. Promise me.”
Her mouth opens but no sound comes out. Tenenbaum’s trembling softly and her thighs twitch each time she feels her sex pulse around Frank’s cock. She has never had two orgasms during the same session of sex and she feels as if all of her breath has been squeezed from her. Tenenbaum feels as if she will go mad from this, from Frank Fontaine’s horrifyingly welcome presence.
“Hey, wake up sleepin’ beauty.” His fingers grab onto her face, pulling at her blindfold. Light floods in and she squints. Frank is above her and he is horrible, and yet. And yet. Frank’s eyes lock with hers and her breath stutters softly. His look fixes her to the bed like a butterfly on a pin. “Promise me. You wanna get fucked like this again, promise me-”
“I promise.” She says and she is glad only Frank is here to see the humiliation on her face at admitting she enjoyed this on some level. Frank puts both hands on her hips, and he fucks her hard for the better part of a few minutes, until the post-orgasm glow fades and she’s left in the hands of Frank Fontaine.
He pulls out of her and crouches over her, a hand on his cock as he strokes himself. She flinches softly when he comes on her belly, the warm liquid making her skin crawl as he empties himself. Frank makes loud sounds, harsh grunts that end with him trailing off. It is strange - without the blindfold, she finds it easy to notice his failings. Without her vision, he was so powerful, so possessing. With it, he is just… Frank.
Frank leans back on his knees, his undershirt now stained with dark sweat spots. Brigid reaches up and pushes her negligee down, covering her body. Her thighs are damp with unmentionable things and the cum on her stomach stains the silk. She does not care. Brigid will not be wearing this again. When she looks up, he is staring at her, and for a moment, she is frightened that he may try to kiss her again.
To her relief, he does no such thing. Instead, he hands her the blindfold. “Keep it kid, as a momento. Something to remember your first time by. I’ll get Reggie to walk you home, keep you safe from the riffraff.”
Frank is wrong, this is not her first time. But she says nothing. It does not matter. He may think what he likes. She takes the crumbled piece of fabric and unsteadily gets to her feet. The heels were not so bad when she was lying down, but she wobbles in them as she walks. It is easier to stop and take them off. “You may have these. I will never wear them outside.”
“That’s a shame, they made your ass look great.” Frank says and she shoots him a look. Those comments are not welcome. He just gives her a smile that’s bordering on smug. Tenenbaum steps into her regular shoes and pulls her long coat on over it. “Hey, Bridge, come here.”
She reluctantly approaches Frank. He just pats his lap and though he was inside her not five minutes ago, she is reluctant to sit there. Tenenbaum instead sits beside Frank, pulling her coat tighter around her body. “What is it?”
“Next time you’ve got an itch to scratch, drop by my apartment.” He sets a hand on her back, giving it a rub. Frank leans in and when she is not looking at him, she feels her stomach flip a little as he whispers into her ear. If she doesn’t look at him, he makes her feel very strangely. “The code to the elevator is 4848. Think you can remember that?”
“Yes. It is easy.” She turns to look at him. He is a sad man with his penis hanging out and an undershirt on. Tenenbaum should laugh at him. And yet, he has made her come more than other men have. “I will call first.”
“Smart move kid. It’ll give me time to get prepared.” The hand slips low until it rests on her ass. The shark smile is back, just as hungry as when they started. “If you like blindfolds, I got lots of other fun toys for us to play with.”
She does not want to think of other ‘fun toys’, but now that he has said them, she knows she will do just that. Her cheeks are red when she stands. “Please call the guard Frank. I am tired.”
“Of course you are. Just sit down, relax, I’ll get the boys.” He finally gets up and she watches as he pulls his underwear on, hiding his shame. As he calls for Tenenbaum’s escort, she finds herself staring at the blindfold in the palm of her hands. These other things - the negligee and the pumps - she will never wear these again.
But this blindfold… she knows she will wear it again. Her hand closes around it, making a fist, and she pretends that she does not want this again. It will not last, but she can still pretend.
Re: Blindfold - Fontaine/Tenenbaum - (2/2)
(Anonymous) 2014-06-25 06:15 am (UTC)(link)Re: Blindfold - Fontaine/Tenenbaum - (2/2)
(Anonymous) 2014-06-25 07:21 am (UTC)(link)Re: Blindfold - Fontaine/Tenenbaum - (2/2)
(Anonymous) 2022-03-05 12:29 am (UTC)(link)(this better fall under the right fic)
Re: Blindfold - Fontaine/Tenenbaum - (2/2)
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