The persistent sound of the rain on panes of glass filled 221B with a soft melody that filled the comfortable silence. Sherlock was intently focused on the case before him, his intense eyes scanning the crime scene photos. You gazed up from your novel to glance at his muscular back, and you couldn't help but admire the way his purple shirt hugged his lithe form. For the past week you had been trying to snag his attention away from his work, but to no avail. Maybe you were being too subtle, he wasn't adept when it came to picking up social and physical cues. Slowly an idea formed in your mind, and it brought a wicked smile to your lips. Softly you closed your book and set it on the coffee table, and with lithe grace you crossed the kitchen, giving Sherlock's bum a cheeky slap. "Darling..." his voice low with warning as he looked up from his work, rubbing his eyes. A quiet laugh falling from your lips as you began to gather the pot for tea, lowly humming as you ran the water and searched the cupboard for two clean cups. Stretching onto the balls of your feet, your back arched as you reach for the tall shelf, and suddenly Sherlock is behind you, placing his hands on your hips and his soft lips on your neck. "Bored." He breathes softly onto your neck, raising goosebumps across your body. Slowly he kisses from your neck to earlobe, giving it a gentle bite, pulling a soft gasp from deep in your chest and you quickly resist his game. Smirking as you duck out from between his long arms, sashaying to the living room, sitting in his leather chair, throwing your legs across the arm in a seductive manner. "Oh my sweet Sherlock, did you think I would give into your little game so easily?" your voice a sultry purr. Sherlock's eyes darkened, consumed by carnal lust, his jaw clenched. You knew what was coming and it sent such a thrill through you, but further still you decided to push him. Rising gracefully from the chair, and going to him, landing a teasing kiss upon his lips, an nipping in the process. Sherlock growled and you felt arousal flood through you. He swiftly backed you up against wall, hands on either side of you, and hungrily kissed your lips. He was rough and passionate, his tongue demanding entrance, which you granted. Your tongue fought in vain for dominance before Sherlock pulled away, letting you both catch your breath. "Do not play games with me, I am in charge tonight. You will be punished."



His voice commanding, low, and so fucking sinful. His hands tightly hold your hips, pulling you tight to him as he whispered harshly in your ear. "Yes, Sherlock." Lust hazed your senses and dripped from your words. You loved this side of him, the pain and pleasure was pure ecstasy, the anticipation sending jolts down your spine and into your sex, already so wet for what was coming. Sharply his hand came down upon your bottom, earning a squeal of surprise from your lips. "Yes, what?" His voice in your ear, lips brushing the shell. "Yes, sir." You breathed. You felt his cock twitch against your thigh, a groan low in his chest at your words. Swiftly he picked you up and tossed you over his shoulder, another sharp slap landed upon your ass as he walked to the bedroom. Roughly he tossed you onto the bed before crossing to the dresser, searching the top drawer. "Strip completely and lay on your stomach." His voice firm and intoxicating. You knew you were in for a rough play, and you had to contain your moans as you eagerly stripped away all your clothes before laying on the bed as instructed. The sheets cool on your feverish skin, lazily you looked over your shoulder at Sherlock. He had his shirt unbuttoned, exposing his pale and toned chest, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. In his hand he held a black riding crop, a blush seeped up into your cheeks as you swallow nervously, your nipples hardening from arousal. "I'm going to punish you. You will count with me," He stalked to the bed, lazily brushing the leather tip up and down the backs of your thighs, raising shivers and goosebumps. "And if you take your punishment like a good whore, I'll reward you. Is that understood?" His eyes stared down at you, clouded with desire. "Y-yes sir." The words sticking for a moment in your throat. "Good," His large hands running over the tender flesh of your ass. "Let us begin." Crack! "One" Eleven lashes later the flesh of your ass was covered in angry red blossoms. You whimpered as Sherlock ran his hands over the tender flesh, before running his fingers down your thighs and across your dripping silken folds. You moan at the contact of his callused violinist fingers against your clit, pushing your hips firmly against his fingers, desperate for more. "Such a good little whore, and already so wet for me." He purred before inserting a long finger in, teasing with a slow pace. "Oh please sir!" Your voice a needy whine as you pant and moan. Sherlock adds another long finger and begins a brutal pace, curling his long fingers so his pads brush your sweet spot. "Please what darling? Use your words." A smirk adorns his kiss swollen lips, his own arousal painfully engorged in his snug trousers. Watching you become undone under his fingers is almost enough to send him over the edge, your cheeks reddened, lips open in an O as wanton moans fall from your throat. "Please fuck me hard sir, I need your cock in me now!" The words burst forth from your lips, and every thread of self control Sherlock had snapped in that instance. He roughly ripped his clothes off and turned you onto your back before roughly slamming into you to the hilt. "Oh, fuck." Sherlock breathed, his head thrown back, lips parted in ecstasy. His pace was brutal and unrelenting, his testicles slapping your ass with with each thrust. His hands were tight upon your hips, surely leaving bruises for tomorrow. A thin sheen of sweat broke out across you both, scenting the room with salt and the heady tang of sex. Curses and moans from both of you fill the room with a sinful crescendo. Sherlock's thrusts begin to become deeper and sloppy, and you feel the white hot knot of pleasure coiling tighter and tighter within your belly threatening to snap with each thrust of his hot thick cock. "Sherlock, I'm going to-" "Me too, cum for me darling." His voice breathless, his eyes piercing into yours as you snap and unravel beneath him. Your toes curl in bliss as your walls clamp hard upon his cock, jolts racing through your skin, your mind in a fog of pure pleasure, your back arched off the bed. Sherlock only lasts a few more thrusts and quickly reaches his own orgasm as you clamp down on him. His hot cum mixing with your juices and spilling onto both of you, his muscles convulsing slightly as the last waves of pleasure tear through him. You feel him soften in you before he pulls out and collapses beside you, opening his arms in an invitation to cuddle. Eagerly you snuggle into his arms, throwing your leg over his hip and kissing him deeply. "Still bored darling?" You ask coyly, teasingly rubbing against him, and giving the back of his hair a tug. "Oh, my love, I am not done with you yet." he replies with a devilish smile.











