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elrhiarhodanTitle: Monday Morning
For: MMOM - Thirty (One) Dirty Words - Prompt 016 - Whip
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Fandom: White Collar
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Peter Burke (Peter/Elizabeth/Neal)
Spoilers/Episode References: None
Warnings/Enticements/Triggers: None
Word Count: 300 Exactly
Summary: Waiting for his order has never been quite so pleasurable.
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It was sleeting outside, and Peter wanted something a little heartier than a double espresso. “Venti caffe mocha, please.” He smiled at the barista and moved over to wait for his order. He felt a little out of it – but in a good way. Loose-limbed, buzzed, ready to face the day.
Last night was … exceptional.
He had sat back in a comfortable chair in Neal’s new loft and watched as his lover laced El into the blue velvet corset. Her hair was pinned up, leaving her neck and breasts on display. As Neal pulled the laces tight, Elizabeth’s breaths got shallower, her pupils dilated and she shifted her thighs back and forth.
“She’s all ready for you.”
Peter went to his wife, who was standing there like a captive slave girl. He ran a leather-gloved hand down her body, pausing at her lush breasts, before cupping her sex.
“Do you want me to fuck you, wife?”
El clamped her thighs tight around his hand, and he could feel the burning heat, but not the moisture that was slicking up his glove. She rocked against him, fucking herself against his intruding fingers.
That was his answer.
He pulled out the riding crop stuck down the back of his pants and replaced his fingers with it, letting El masturbate against the braided leather.
In his peripheral vision, Peter something moving – Neal’s hand and arm sliding up and down. The little shit was beating off while watching him torment Elizabeth.
Good.
He pulled the crop out and El shrieked in pleasure. He raised his arm to smack her ass with it.
“Whip, sir?”
Startled, Peter shook his head. “What?”
“Whip cream on your caffe mocha?”
“Umm, yeah. Sure.” Peter smiled.
Starbucks, a hard-on. What a nice way to start a Monday morning.
FIN
For: MMOM - Thirty (One) Dirty Words - Prompt 016 - Whip
Author:
elrhiarhodanFandom: White Collar
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Peter Burke (Peter/Elizabeth/Neal)
Spoilers/Episode References: None
Warnings/Enticements/Triggers: None
Word Count: 300 Exactly
Summary: Waiting for his order has never been quite so pleasurable.
It was sleeting outside, and Peter wanted something a little heartier than a double espresso. “Venti caffe mocha, please.” He smiled at the barista and moved over to wait for his order. He felt a little out of it – but in a good way. Loose-limbed, buzzed, ready to face the day.
Last night was … exceptional.
He had sat back in a comfortable chair in Neal’s new loft and watched as his lover laced El into the blue velvet corset. Her hair was pinned up, leaving her neck and breasts on display. As Neal pulled the laces tight, Elizabeth’s breaths got shallower, her pupils dilated and she shifted her thighs back and forth.
“She’s all ready for you.”
Peter went to his wife, who was standing there like a captive slave girl. He ran a leather-gloved hand down her body, pausing at her lush breasts, before cupping her sex.
“Do you want me to fuck you, wife?”
El clamped her thighs tight around his hand, and he could feel the burning heat, but not the moisture that was slicking up his glove. She rocked against him, fucking herself against his intruding fingers.
That was his answer.
He pulled out the riding crop stuck down the back of his pants and replaced his fingers with it, letting El masturbate against the braided leather.
In his peripheral vision, Peter something moving – Neal’s hand and arm sliding up and down. The little shit was beating off while watching him torment Elizabeth.
Good.
He pulled the crop out and El shrieked in pleasure. He raised his arm to smack her ass with it.
“Whip, sir?”
Startled, Peter shook his head. “What?”
“Whip cream on your caffe mocha?”
“Umm, yeah. Sure.” Peter smiled.
Starbucks, a hard-on. What a nice way to start a Monday morning.
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Date: 2011-05-16 07:55 pm (UTC)