HKVerse 11: Mark Lutz/Miranda Otto "Like Sword Swallowers" (NC-17) (original) (raw)

Title: Like Sword Swallowers
Fandom: RPS AU
Pairing: Miranda Otto/Mark Lutz
Authors: msilverstar and zillah975
Rating: NC-17 (references to BDSM)
Disclaimer: Not true: we made it up
Summary: A little practice giving blowjobs
Series: Hong Kong-verse, AU. Miranda's a travel writer, Mark's a photographer, and Vin owns an import/export business; they meet in Hong Kong, and Miranda gets involved in Vin and Mark's BDSM lifestyle. Series parts: 1, 1.5, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11.
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Mir is nestled in the crook of Mark's arm, the two of them lounging on the couch after dinner. He's petting her hair absently. "Does it really bother you?" he asks. "It's pretty common - I once dated a girl who couldn't brush her teeth without gagging a few times."

"It's not that I want to be Linda Lovelace in that ridiculous movie," Miranda says, "but it breaks my mood, and that's not sexy at all, does that make sense?" She's seen Mark blow Vin, take his whole cock in, and her mouth isn't that much smaller than his.

Mark forbears from complaining that Deep Throat is not ridiculous. "Well, it sort of is sexy," he says instead. "Like, 'oh man, I'm so big she can't even take it all but she's trying.' That's pretty hot," he grins, and kisses her ear. "But you can train yourself out of it if you want to."

Miranda rolls her eyes as he talks -- are all men so insecure? -- but he's succeeded in cheering her up. He always does. She sends a little 'thank you' up to whoever might be listening, for sending her such a lovely bloke, or really, two of them. "Mmmm?" she asks, "How can you train yourself out of it? Like sword-swallowers, I suppose."

"Yes, like sword-swallowers," Mark grins, giving her a little nudge at the eyeroll. "And I'm not lying," he adds, misunderstanding. "It is sexy, some gorgeous girl so hot for you she's gagging on your big, thick piece of man-meat trying to take it all in." His tone is teasing, but he's serious too - watching Mir's beautiful mouth stretched around his dick or Vin's, her struggle to get it in, it's got to be one of the hottest things he's seen. "But if you wanna learn how to take it all without choking, well," and his grin broadens. "Practice makes perfect, and I am your willing test-dummy."

At 'man-meat', Miranda can't resist a snicker, but yeah, he's helping her see it as he does. Still, she'd rather not struggle every time. Nudging back, she says, "Crash test dummy? Could be dangerous. 'This mission, if you choose to accept it...'" She knows they'll have fun practising.

Mark laughs. "I'd have to turn in my 'secret agent of love' badge if I turned down a mission like that," he says, and twists around to kiss her. "When do we start?"

Kissing him is too much fun, so Miranda pulls him down for more. She's addicted to his mouth, eager to feel it against hers, on her skin, anywhere. She turns and moves on top of his body, sliding a leg between his and grinning at his half-hard cock against her leg. He does like the idea of practising, no surprise really. So does she. And of having something to surprise Vin with, whenever he gets back.

"Mmmm, pretty girl," Mark murmurs, smiling into the kiss. She's so beautiful like this, on the cusp of going further than she had before. So eager. He kisses her again, his fingers skimming over her hips. "You wanna start testing now, gorgeous?"

"Yeah," she says, "before I get cold feet." She bends her head to his chest, kissing the base of his neck and starting downwards with a nuzzle right through his shirt. Her hands are a bit damp, but it helps, knowing that he doesn't expect much, that she'll get an A for effort even if she's quite pathetic.

Mark can't help smiling at that, and he threads his fingers loosely through her hair, petting her. "Nothing to be nervous about, beautiful girl," he says. "You always feel amazing. And if it's too much - 'cause let's face it," he grins, and winks at her, "I'm... wow... so much to handle. If it's too much, we'll ease up and try again when you're ready. No one's in a hurry here."

He's really the best, the most supportive bloke she's ever met. Though she supposes any bloke would have tried to be supportive in the interest of better blow jobs. Still, it's Mark's through-and-through niceness that makes her even contemplate the whole business. He's Canadian, that must be it. Of course, his body, fantastic hands and incredible mouth help a bit. She grins back and nips at his nipple through his shirt, determined to have fun with him, take a bit more initiative than usual.

"Oooh, sassy," Mark grins, his cock twitching at the unexpected teeth. "That feels good, baby," he says, pleased by the way she's going for it and eager to encourage that.

If Miranda had a tail, she'd wag it. A bit pitiful, but Mark's praise makes her feel so bloody good. Encouraged, she moves down his body, lifting his shirt up and away from his belly to taste his skin and tongue his navel.

"That's it, baby," Mark purrs, his skin quivering under her tongue. "Exploring a little new territory - s'what you do, right?" He strokes his fingers through her hair, tugging gently. "Love the way your mouth feels, gorgeous."

Miranda manages to keep up the initiative, unzipping his jeans and nuzzling his hip. She slides jeans and pants down his legs and moves to kneel between his legs for a better angle. As she nibbles her way up his thighs, she quite enjoys the way he gasps as she bites the tender flesh there, one of the few places on his body that could be called soft. Not his cock, it's not the least bit soft any more.

Curling his fingers around the back of her neck, Mark struggles not to push Miranda too much. He's aching to feel her mouth on his cock, but she's doing so well that he doesn't want to push her and wind up pushing her away. "Beautiful girl," he murmurs, stroking his other fingers over her ear, her jaw, stroking her hair back.

The pull of Mark's hand on her neck makes it easy for Miranda do this, liberates her to move forward and give his cock a little lick, glorying in his reaction. She scoots forward so she can reach him properly, this time licking from the bottom of his cock, slowly, up to the head. His every moan, every twitch, every finger flex in her hair is exciting, because she's doing it to him for a change.

"That's my girl," Mark says, his voice breathless, and he licks his lips, watching her. "You look so beautiful, feel so good, baby. Just take it in when you're ready, as deep as you can, and then go a little deeper and hold it there for a second."

Steadying herself on her hands, Miranda does as he says, opening her mouth wide and bending down slowly, careful to keep her teeth covered. She runs her tongue along the bottom of his cock, making it slick, making Mark moan. After a quick breath, she pushes her head down as far as she can, pushes until the muscles of her neck start to tense and her heart to pound, then lifts up again.

"There you go...beautiful...." Mark scoots an inch or two lower on the couch, still petting her in what he hopes is an encouraging manner and not a pushy one. The tease of her soft palate on the crown of his cock makes him want more, want all of it, and he can't help wishing they were already where he wants them to get to - when she'll open for him and he can just take her.

They're definitely not there yet. "Now, do it again," he says, "deep as you can, and then a little deeper, and hold it."

What he means by, 'deep as she can and then deeper,' she's not sure, but is willing to try. She rolls the spit in her mouth and lowers her head again, sliding down and further down, angling her head to avoid the place she gagged last time, tasting his cock, knowing she's made it so hard and wanting. His words help her ignore the critical voice in her head that says she's a floozy for doing this. His hands pushing her down remind her how sexy it is when he controls her: they heat her whole body enough to make this possible. Her mouth is full of Mark's cock and she can feel his quick breathing, feel his hips twitch as she takes him just a little deeper, and then quickly backs off, sucking as she moves up, hollowing her cheeks around him as she breathes again.

"Good girl," Mark breathes, a sigh of pleasure as she slides up his prick. It doesn't seem fair, though - or very encouraging to her - that he's got this gorgeous woman's mouth teasing his cock and she's got nothing but trying to learn a better blowjob. "Man, if I'd been thinking ahead," he grins. "Such a good girl, I think you deserve a treat."

Miranda agrees with that, nods up and down against his cock, and says "um-hum", her mouth humming against him. Oh he likes that, from the way he moves against her, and she hums again, grinning. Back to work, though. She pushes her mouth down around his length again, bobbing up and down at the end, a little bit further down each time, until she's close to her limit and almost gagging.

Mark groans, tangling his fingers in her hair. "Keep that up and I'm gonna lose the willpower to stop you long enough to get your treat, pretty thing. C'mon," and he tugs her up for a kiss, then pushes her back to her knees as he stands up. "Stay here, eyes closed," he says, pressing her forward to bend over the couch, and with a flick of his hand he flips her dress up, exposing the creamy curve of her ass. "I'll be right back."

With her eyes closed, Miranda's body has sensations that demands attention: the tingle on her face from his stubble; her lips still feeling his kiss; the farthest-back place in her mouth that his cock reached; the floor pressing up against her knees; the ache in her breasts where she longs for his touch; the little draft of air coming from the door, cooling the damp skin on her arms, on the backs of her legs, the strip of bare skin above her knickers; the heat in her pussy that makes her want to rub on him, anywhere. She stays still.

Back in the bedroom Mark grabs the butterfly vibe and the remote control and is back in the living room in short order, pleased to find Miranda just as he'd left her. "Beautiful," he murmurs as he comes around behind her, and he kneels down and slides his hand over her ass, brushes the strawberry blond curls that hide her pussy. "Now hold still, baby," he says. "I've got a little toy for you."

She makes a little noise: she doesn't want to hold still, and that earns her a gentle swat on the arse. He knows that makes her bloody melt, and she's tempted to wriggle a bit for more, but the toy idea intrigues her. She stays still and quiet as his foot nudges her legs apart and his hands wrap a thin ribbon round her, then press something flattish against her groin.

Nestling the rubbery little vibe up against her clit, Mark gets it secured and then swats Miranda's ass again affectionately. "There now," he says, moving around to sprawl back out on the couch, and he gives himself a few practiced strokes to stiffen the erection that had flagged a bit in the absence of Miranda's talented mouth. The remote control is in his hand. "Come on back here, baby, and I'll give you that treat."

It's plastic, she can somehow tell, and she squirms a little to feel it on her clit. Nothing much -- she wonders what the fuss was about. But he's in front of her again, cock looking both sexy and daunting. She leans forward to nuzzle his groin and then up to the head of his cock. She looks up at him, knowing it looks sexy as hell, and hums the question, what about her treat?

Mark grins, then thumbs the switch on low.

With a squeak, Miranda jumps, but carefully keeps her teeth away from the tender head of Mark's cock. "Oh bloody hell," she breathes, "do that again?"

"I will, baby, don't you worry," Mark says, grinning wider at the reaction that soft buzz had gotten and ruffling his fingers through her hair. He has to tread carefully here, he knows it. His impulse is to tell her that when she gives him what he wants - namely, those pretty lips wrapped around his cock - he'll give her what she wants. But with Miranda, it's hard to tell whether she'll think that's a sexy little game or a calculating trade-off of services. He thumbs the switch again, giving her a long, low pulse, and his cock jumps at her shudder and sigh.

It's not as good as his fingers or his mouth, but Miranda likes it rather a lot. He's a darling to think of it, something to do for her while she blows him. She smiles and then slides her lips around his cock, determined to take it in further, swallowing around it before it gets too deep. Eyes closed, she pushes down until she can feel the head of it lodged against her throat, then bobs up and down a bit to get used to it.

It's pretty easy to track her rhythm, and after only a few tries he gets it: now he's thumbing the switch when she's taken him deep, pulsing as she bobs on him and letting the vibrations die away when she draws back. The bonus is the vibrations of her voice that hum against his dick when she moans around him.

Miranda notices Mark's pattern, that he's rewarding her with the vibrator when she takes him in deeply. She'd have done it anyway, but it lovely that he wants to make her feel sexy too. She smiles and moves down again, but is a bit overconfident and it's too much, triggering her gag reflex and sending her back on her heels, breathless and damp-eyed, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

"You all right, gorgeous?" Mark asks, leaning forward to brush the hair back from her face. She looks so beautiful, lips swollen and her face flushed, he hopes this doesn't put her off the whole idea. "S'all right, baby, you're doing great. You want to keep going?"

"Just a bit frustrated," she says, tempted to slither her way up his body and ride him instead. But she has the vibrator on and he's looking at her with such a winsome face, she can't possibly resist. She leans forward for a kiss, saying, "Mmhmm, I'll keep going," and the way he kisses her helps too -- it's like he wants to eat her up. Considerably heated, she trails down his front, uses her hands to play with his balls while she teases his cock with her mouth and her teeth, and then opens her mouth, finding it easier than before to let his cock in, to move faster and deeper than she's ever done before.

Mark gasps when she swallows him down, his fingers twitching against the back of her neck. "Christ yes," he growls, thumbing the switch on and holding it, "fuck yeah, baby, just like that."

Like that, yeah. Miranda nods automatically as the vibrator speeds up against her clit and it all merges into one sexy throb. Mark's hips are moving a bit: she moves to meet them, pushing down with her mouth and hand as he pushes up. As he speeds up, she tries to follow his lead, bobbing her mouth as far down as she can, breathing when she must, hoping to make him come like this.

It's tempting to bring her off this way, make her come while his dick is as far in her mouth as she can take it, but he doesn't really want to risk her biting down accidentally. Might take a bit of practice to get to that point, and the idea of more practice is madly appealing - her rose-gold hair spilling around him, the curve of her back when she's on her knees for him, the eager way she tries to swallow him deep and how she squirms every time the vibrator thrums against her clit. He groans softly, his climax tightening in his balls, and then his thumb twitches on the switch and he comes, hips thrusting up and his cock jerking as his release fills her mouth.

Miranda's throat closes as a reflex: she has to force herself to open again, to swallow Mark's thick semen with its sour-bitter flavour. But it's worth it, for the thrill of making him come. The buzzing of the vibrator is just background noise to the hammering in her chest as she licks the last bits of come off his cock and leans against his now-lax thigh.

His thumb slips off the switch and for a long, blissfully self-absorbed moment Mark just relaxes into the softness of the couch, petting Miranda's hair and letting the last of his climax roll through him and past. She's warm where she leans against him, and her hair tangles in his fingers like cornsilk.

Finally he raises his head and looks down at her with a little grin. "That was beautiful, pet," he says, cupping her jaw to run his thumb across her pouting lower lip.

God, his hand Miranda's still amazed at how sexy he makes every little contact, drawing a moan out of her at his touch. She realises that the vibrator is still running, thrumming through her whole body, keeping her hot and randy. "My turn?" she asks, "Please?"

"Almost, baby," Mark murmurs, slipping his thumb between her lips. He gives the vibrator a little pulse, loving the way it makes her breath catch, then presses her mouth open and eases his thumb deeper onto warm, wet velvet of her tongue.

It's nice, having his thumb there. She closes her mouth on it, runs her tongue across the pad of it, hollows her cheeks and sucks it gently as she clambers up along his legs to his lap.

As she does, Mark slips his thumb deeper, deep enough that he can tease her earlobe between his first two fingers, and he gives the vibrator another pulse. "Eager little pet," he smiles, starting to fuck her mouth slowly with his thumb.

Miranda hums agreement and takes his thumb, so much easier than his cock. She leans in close to Mark's body, needing the feeling of his skin against hers. It's nice when he calls her 'pet', though she's not quite sure why, or what he means by it.

Mark starts playing with the rhythm of the vibrator again, speeding up when she takes him deep, easing back when she pulls away and thoroughly enjoying the way it's making her squirm. "You're being such a good girl," he murmurs, slipping his thumb out and replacing it with his fingers, easing them slowly into her mouth. Then, leaving the vibrator switched on low he sets the remote aside and slides his other hand over her rump, squeezing gently.

Apparently the lesson is to continue. Miranda opens her throat as well as she can, and bobs her head up and down, moving further down around Mark's fingers. It's rather sexy, nice to be up here with him instead of down by his legs, close enough to rub against him. What a trollop she's become, or to put it more nicely: a sensualist.

Mark's tempted to see whether she'll let him tease the tight little ring of her asshole, but he resists. The speed and vigor with which that could send everything rocketing into badness is way too much of a risk, and instead he slides his fingers a bit further into her mouth.

Her ass is so delicious, though, such a perfect round creampuff of a bottom, that on impulse he swats her lightly, right on the curve.

The spank's a shock, but such a sexy one that Miranda can't help but moan. Her blush reaches from her ears down her chest: she's still a bit gobsmacked that he'll do that to her, that she likes it, that it makes her wriggle and push against his hand.

"Good girl," Mark says with a grin, and gives her another squeeze and a quick spank, smoothing his palm over her ass to spread the heat as he eases his fingers deeper into her mouth.

His fingers push into her mouth, his hand gives her a smack, and Miranda finds herself heating up inside and out. She closes her eyes and just lets herself go, moaning around his hand and rubbing against his body. The vibrator shifts to a new spot, and suddenly it's more intense, making her cry out when she gets a moment to breathe.

"Gorgeous," he groans, and it's so hot, the way she's writhing on his lap, needy and aching, and he gives her another sharp spank to make her squirm. His cock stirs again.

Miranda is going mad with all the teasing and spanking, not sure what Mark wants, not sure what she wants. Finally, she pulls her head back from his fingers, and says, "Please, touch me? Not just the vibrator?"

Startled, Mark's nevertheless thrilled that she wants him - the vibrator's so much...well, so much more but she's still asking for his touch, and there's no way he'd deny her. With a couple of quick snaps the straps are undone and the little thing is falling away, replaced by Mark's hand. He slides his fingers into the folds of her pussy, groaning softly at her wet heat.

"Ohgod," Miranda moans, her mouth oddly empty of fingers and cock. His finger touches her clit and it's electric, so strong that she bucks up and nearly bashes her head on his chin. "Oh fuck, Mark," is all she manages to say as she comes hard against his hand, panting for breath.

It's unbelievably hot, how fast and hard she's coming, and he can't help thinking it's for him. He catches her around the waist and pulls her close for a kiss while she's still gasping.

Coming down from her orgasm, Miranda nestles gratefully into the safety of his arms. She still marvels at how much he seems to like to hold her -- no sense she's being clingy or demanding. This relationship is giving her a chance to go a bit wild, always knowing that Mark will take care of her, and it's lovely.