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Title: Why Pay?
Author: three eyes open / aka "silken"
Disclaimer: I do not own Andromeda or any of the characters in that series. However, I would love to have Harper and Tyr. Please?
Warning: Domination, slash and sado-masochism. PWP
Notes: Birthday fic for Maryavatar.

I can't believe I'm doing this, Harper thought. I really can't.

He trailed his kisses along the high heels and around the leather-clad foot of the domme standing over him. Glancing up at her, she still looked very stern, but not displeased. He trailed his tongue upward on the leather slowly. It seemed to take an hour before he finally reached the top of the thigh-high boot.

And then he began again with the high heels of the other boot.

Finally done, he sat back on his haunches, palms resting on his bare thighs and head bowed. Waiting.

Finally she spoke in her distinctively British accent. "Lay face down on the bed."

He did as he told. She bound his wrists to the headboard with leather straps. He tried to relax, but couldn't. Too much anticipation, too much need.

His legs were suddenly pulled apart and bound with more leather, held straight and taut.

Her hands ran over his back and ass, gentle and soothing. He sighed, but then gasped as she dug her nails in. Hard.

She backed away and he tensed, not knowing what was coming next. He heard a sound he realized was the top of a container being unscrewed.

A slick finger invaded his anus, pushing inward despite his startled reaction. He forced himself to relax and another finger joined it, swirling around and pulling him open before withdrawing.

Small round objects were suddenly inserted into him, being pushed upward farther and farther towards his prostate. Beads.

She began to kiss his ass lightly, teasingly, then her tongue trailed over an old scar. The tongue went in circles over him. He whimpered just a little, need growing, his hardness becoming uncomfortable.

Teeth sank into his flesh and he cried out involuntarily. He bit his lip in immediate regret. A hand smacked his ass suddenly with surprising force, but he kept silent this time. Again and again the hand came down, but he didn't make a sound.

"Good. You're being a good boy now."

He heard it coming before he felt it and tensed. That didn�t help, he found. Hot pain struck his ass. Then the other cheek. Then the other. Each blow caused the beads to move, arousing him even more. The heat intensified and spread over his ass, and he couldn�t help it, he cried out and began wriggling. The paddle came down again and again. The sting seemed to fill his whole body, the heat spreading. Again and again the paddle imprinted his ass and tears flowed down his face. Again and again, the blows echoed throughout the room. Hell, probably the whole brothel heard it. More strikes, the pain was everything, the heat seared him, the beads were virtually slithering from the multiple impacts, and he was dimly aware that he was having an orgasm. The blows seemed to rain down on his ass as he screamed with pain and pleasure, hips jerking wildly.

He collapsed, not moving and the blows stopped. She began to remove the leather straps and he just laid there, trying to catch his breath. Finally she turned him over, face up.

�Now, you�ll do something for me,� she said and he nodded, eyeing her large breasts. He wanted to put his mouth on them, suck at them, but didn�t dare ask her anything.

She climbed on the bed, looking very predatory. The heels dug into his hip and he winced but said nothing. Finally she reached his face and spread her labia with her fingers, lowering herself to his mouth.

�What is wrong with you now?� Tyr sounded even more impatient with the engineer than usual.

�Nothing.�

�You look like you�re very sore.�

Harper scowled. �None of your business.�

�What did you do on your shore leave? Did someone hurt you?�

�What will it take to get you to leave me alone, Tyr? Ok, I�ll tell ya; I went to a brothel and had my ass beaten! What�s it to you? Happy now?�

�You paid for that?�

�Yes! Now what do you want down here? Go back to Command.�

Harper turned away, but then suddenly found himself face down in the conduit. I�ve really pushed him too far this time, he thought in terror.

He yelped as he felt his pants being jerked down roughly.

�Why did you pay someone to do that?�

Harper didn�t answer. He was far too confused, wondering what the Nietzschean was about to do.

Then he heard Tyr removing his belt.

�You had only to ask, boy.�
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