Restraint
Under the cover of night, Obsidian slowly opened the door to his home, flooding the main hallway with pale light. He flicked on the nearby light switch and tossed the light brown satchel that was around him onto a coat hanger. “Pixel? I'm home,” he called, rubbing his tired eyes. Work at the dig site was less than pleasant due to it being a hot day, and whether Molten knew it or not, his excessive joking and flirting didn't make things easier. The earth pony's clothes were covered in dirt, which was to be expected. He turned around to sit at the bottom of the staircase that was next to the door, shucking off his dirty boots and damp socks. He leaned back against the steps, sighing and closing his eyes. He could feel the dull pain radiating through his hands and legs, his tail draped beside him. “Sid?,” a voice asked above him. He looked up, smiling faintly at the figure at the top of the stairs who was leaning against the banister.
“Hey, Pix. How was your day?”
“I'll tell you about my day once you get looking presentable.”
Obsidian laughed, but he rose, leaving his boots behind as his reached the top and wrapped his arms around his wife's waist. “Awe, c’mon babe. Can't I get a welcome back hug?”
She playfully pushed at his chest and shook her head. “Nuh uh. Not until you get out of that shower, Mister.”
“Ugh, fine. As you wish.”
“So, anything exciting happen today?”, the stallion asked as he tilted the shower head that was spraying hot water onto his chest to the side, grabbing a bottle of shampoo and conditioner and squirting their contents into his hand. As he washed his black and grey mane, he heard Pixel sigh.
“Not really. Different outfits, similar poses, nothing special.”
He hummed in thought, slightly disappointed to hear that her day was, well, dull. “Not much luck at the site either. Found a few small amethysts and a fossil or two, but it was nothing significant enough for the museum to take interest in. Those curators are getting awful picky lately.” His ears swiveled as he heard a soft thump come from the bedroom. He was curious. “What are you doing, Pix?”
“Um, nothing! Nothing at all.”
The stallion's eyes narrowed, water flowing down his face and droplets clinging to his eyelashes. He knew that tone of voice. That was her signature 'I’m trying to be sneaky and absolutely failing’ tone, and his curiosity peaked at what she was trying to hide this time. Once he finished, he turned off the water and dried himself off with a towel that was hanging on the shower curtain rod. Placing it in the laundry hamper, he pulled on a pair of royal purple boxer shorts and calmly exited the bathroom. What he saw next, however, nearly caused him to do a double take.
The unicorn mare sat on the bed with her eyes closed, opening them when she heard him approach, her hands behind her head as she was fixing her mane. She wore a set of teal lingerie, the thigh high socks and long gloves accented with bright yellow stripes running down them. Her bra hugged her breasts, dark blue trim at the tops of the cups and a small pink heart with a yellow jewel dangling from it served as the clasp. Her shimmering eyes were lidded, and a seductive smile was on her lips. “So what do you think? Got it as a gift from a shoot last week.”
“I… er…” He was at a loss for words, surprised to say the least.
He couldn't ignore the warmth flaring on his cheeks as his face went red. He stayed in place while he watched her get off and come towards him, her hips swaying in time with her tail. One of her hands rested on his toned chest, and she scratched at the hairs that grew under his chin with the other. “What’s the matter, sweet pea? Cat got your tongue?,” she teased, winking at him. He blinked slowly as he bit his lower lip.
“Maybe…,” he admitted, the blush growing darker.
“You're so cute when you blush,” the mare teased even further, knowing that compliments were what pushed his buttons.
His cheeks puffed up, and he frowned. “I'll show you who looks cute,” he growled, picking her up and sitting her down at the foot of the bed, pulling her face close and roughly kissing her. Her body quivered at the contact, her back arching, grazing his hips. She moaned into the kiss, abruptly breaking it off and flipping them over, now sitting promptly on his stomach. Her horn glowed, retrieving a few items from the closet before closing it shut. Obsidian merely grunted as a soft cloth covered his eyes, his vision going black as it was securely tied around his head. His arms were pulled in front of him and he felt the cool sensation of metal around his wrists as a pair of handcuffs clicked them into place. Pixel opened his mouth and pushed a ball gag into it, tightening the straps on either side of his head.
“You did something you shouldn't have, Obsidian,” she scolded, staring him down even though he couldn't see her. Pulling a small wooden paddle onto her lap, she lightly slapped it against her hand. “Trying to get the upper hand on me, were you? Tsk, tsk. I expected better from you. You deserve punishment. Tabletop position, now.” The stallion did so, spreading his knees apart to match where his hands rested on the floor so he was stable. A sharp tug was then felt as his shorts were yanked down, his legs getting lifted to get them off successfully. His now bare rear had a faint sheen to it, his fur catching the light of the glowing lamp that sat in the corner of the room.
The mare smirked, running her fingers up the face of the paddle before swinging it, landing a well placed smack onto one of his cheeks. It rippled on impact, and the earth pony let out a muffled squeak, his eyes squeezing shut as his back arched. More hits were made, each time a higher pitched sound escaping him, almost to the point where it sounded like he was mewling. His jaw clenched tightly onto the ball gag, a thin trail of saliva dribbling down his chin, his face completely red. The hits got harder, reaching a period where his whole body jerked forward each time the paddle made contact with his backside. The flared out member that hung below him dripped and twitched with arousal, creating a growing wet spot on the carpet. Finally his knees gave out, and he slumped over, his stinging, shiny pink rear now raised high up into the air, his tail draped against his back. The unicorn put the paddle aside, and she pulled her mane up in a pony tail. “That’s enough for now. Sit up for me,” she commanded, her voice flat.
He slowly turned onto his side, tucking his legs close to his body before rolling onto his back, wincing as he sat up straight, the irritated flesh rubbing against the threads of the carpeted floor. She leaned down to playfully ruffle her partner’s mane. “That’s a good boy.” Her face became soft as she became a bit concerned. “I did’nt hurt you too bad, did I?” He shook his head no, leaning into the touch. “Ok, good. Er, not that I was worried or anything…” The stallion’s nostrils flared as he knowingly snorted. “Hey, don’t be like that. Remember you’re still in those handcuffs, and I could decide not to take them off, and you wouldn't like that, would you?” His stance crumpled, and he shrugged his shoulders before bobbing his head in a nod. “That’s what I thought. Onto the bed with you.” She pulled his blindfold up, and he blinked as light suddenly flooded into his vision. The handcuffs were removed, clinking as they landed onto the nearby nightstand. Her fingers traced his arms, gently guiding him onto the mattress, scratching behind his ears to comfort him.
He fiddled with clasp on her bra, pulling her gloves off with his free hand. With little resistance, the socks glided off her legs as well, pooling onto the floor beside them. A finger teased at her entrance, and Pixel squirmed before pulling it away. Instead she turned around, lining herself up with him and pushing back, groaning softly as the throbbing shaft slid up into her slowly. The bed springs started to creak with her sudden rocking movements, her hips going mercilessly as she rode him roughly. Obsidian’s pleasured cries and grunts were still muffled due to the gag, but that wasn’t an issue. He was giving his wife what she wanted, and that was what made him happy. The male’s mind grew hazy from the sudden attention he was getting, his own hips moving in time to meet her’s. A few more timely thrusts allowed their bodies to let go of the fluids they were holding, lights flashing behind their eyes. The unicorn’s body couldn't keep itself up much longer, so it fell onto the soft sheets, the mattress caressing it. The only sound that filled the room was that of heavy breathing before they stilled, the earth pony managing to find the strength to lift her up and hold her close.
“So...How’d I … do?” she asked between breaths. He undid the gag, wiping it off to place it on the night stand. Nuzzling her warm fur, he smiled.
“Absolutely lovely, darling, thank you. After a day like today, I needed it. Although… I don’t think I’ll be able to feel my butt in the morning.”
“Oh, I knew I hit too hard. Sorry, Sid.”
“It’s alright, dear. You look tired. How about we get some rest, hmm?”
“Mmm, ok. I love you.”
“I love you too, Pixel.” With that, they curled into each other’s warm embrace, the lamp turning off as a few stray beams of moonlight filtered through the curtains, basking the darkened room in a soft glow, much like the lovers were as they slept in peace.