Amilyn had her doubts when Leia had suggested this but, if she’s honest, it hadn’t taken much for her to be persuaded. Leia could persuade her of anything and, as she watched the muscles in Dameron’s back flex gently as he tested the restraints on his arms, she came to her oft-found and near inevitable conclusion that the General was right, again.
“What do you say to stop?” Leia’s voice was soft, a whisper next to Poe’s ear.
“Red.”
“And you know I won’t be angry if you say it?”
“Yes, Leia”
“Good boy.” Leia strokes her hand through his hair and Amilyn watches as Poe leans into her touch as much as his restraints – tied spread eagle and face down to the bed – will allow.
Leia leaves him then. Amilyn can see his head turn to try and follow the General as she walks away. Amilyn smacks his ass hard, her palm stinging.
“Don’t move.”
Leia smiles at her, knowingly.
“Do you have any idea how sexy it is to watch you like this?” Leia’s smirk lights up her weathered face with the sort of youth that reminds Amilyn of half-drunken escapades on warm summer nights.
Leia’s close enough now that she can reach up and stroke a hand through Amilyn’s hair to pull her down to her own height and kiss her as though they were alone and had all night together.
Amilyn braces herself on the bed, shrinking down to Leia’s height so that the General can direct her as she pleases. As she pleases turns out to be wet, deep, noisy kisses that leave Amilyn dizzy.
She knows these kisses are as much for Poe’s benefit as hers and Leia’s. She can sense his muscles tensing, moving for some release of something because he can’t stop himself.
Her hand, the one that isn’t stroking through Leia’s hair, finds his ankle and strokes it gently, above and below the restraints. Poe nearly manages to silence the whimper he releases in response.
Leia smiles against Amilyn’s lips at the sound.
“Do you like your present?” Leia murmurs to her, voice warm and teasing. “Your mutineer, tied up with a bow.”
“You’re spoiling me,” Amilyn says.
“Isn’t he pretty?” Leia leans down and scrapes her fingernails down Poe’s back hard enough to leave red lines in their wake. Poe moans.
“Quiet.” Leia spanks him, hard enough that Amilyn can see the outline of the General’s hand flush in Poe’s skin, next to the fading print of her own in pale pink.
“Now, I think you owe the Admiral an apology, Commander.” Leia’s face is flushed with the adrenaline of their game.
“I’m sorry.” Poe’s voice is muffled by the mattress below him.
“What was that?” Leia’s voice is taunting and just the tone of it makes Amilyn wet. The last time they played this game it was Amilyn who was tied to the mattress and the thought of it is making her stomach twist with want.
Poe turns his head so that his face is pressed to the side and his voice unobstructed, “I’m sorry, Admiral Holdo.”
Leia turns to look at her friend, eyes alight, heating Amilyn with every glance.
“And what do you think your punishment should be, flyboy?” Amilyn says, smiling back at Leia, hands itching in anticipation.
Poe’s silent for a beat. Leia strokes the spot still warm from her hand’s smack a moment before.
“Spank me.” Poe says, his voice softer.
“Hm?” Leia’s voice is dripping with that haughty edge she affects so well from a childhood of practice.
“Please spank me.” Poe bites out, his head turned to the side. His hips shift rubbing back and forth and Amilyn knows he’s already hard.
The cocky ones are always so fast to fall, so eager for the attention, for the release from all the pressure. Leia’s told her stories about Han, whispered them to her in the dark. Watching Poe’s muscles twist, tanned skin on white sheets, all desperate for more, Amilyn can see the appeal.
“What do you think?” Amilyn asks Leia, purposefully nonchalant. “This one?” She brings a paddle down hard just above Poe’s hip. “Or this one?” The second is more of a cross between a cane and a belt, alight with the flow of a gentle energy current that Amilyn knows from experience almost tickles the skin, if the bearer is gentle.
Leia moves to a chair by the side of her bed, half-lounging with her leg bent and Amilyn knows she chose the spot because Poe will be able to see her every move. Leia’s still wearing an old tank top and her underwear, half askew, but for the General that’s as good as naked.
“The latter” Leia says as she starts strokes herself. Their eyes meet and want twists through Amilyn again. Standing where she is, with Poe tied on the bed between them, she’ll see Leia’s every move. She knows Leia’s show is as much for her own benefit as for Poe’s.
Amilyn strikes a moment later without warning cross-crossing her earlier mark and Poe groans softly.
“If you can’t manage to stay quiet, I think you should count.” Leia’s voice is haughty again and Poe whimpers.
“One.”
Amilyn strikes again. Force, he’s beautiful. Leia has always had wonderful taste. Poe’s every muscle is outlined as he braces for the blow and the skin on his ass is such a lovely shade of pink and he can’t seem to hold back those needy little sounds. Her heart is racing with the adrenaline of it, of having Poe at her mercy, of feeling Leia’s attention
“Two.”
Leia’s underwear has slid down her legs. Amilyn can see her staring at Poe who must be staring back at her, transfixed.
“Three.”
Leia’s teasing herself. Slow circles over and over again, dipping in and then circling. Amilyn knows she’s just keying herself up, slowly, gently.
“Four.”
That strike was higher and Poe’s back lifts off the bed in response, grunting in pain. Amilyn can see every strike she’s made rising rose and red on Poe’s golden skin.
“Five.”
This one crosses the tops of Poe’s legs and his hips grind down. He’s panting hard now, or is that Leia’s breathing she hears?
“Six.”
He gasps at this one, though Amilyn’s guessing it’s not from pain. Leia’s eyes are closed and her head is thrown back and she has two fingers buried in her cunt.
She makes it to ten before Poe gasps out, “Please.” Leia opens her eyes to look at him then.
“Please what, Commander?” Her voice is taunting as she stops, stands and walks towards the bed. “Have you had too much? Do you want the Admiral to stop?” With her height, he’s on eye-level with her glistening cunt, unable to move away. Poe groans plaintively. “Use your words.”
Poe sounds absolutely wrecked when he finally speaks.
FILL 2/4: Holdo/Leia/Poe, D/s
“What do you say to stop?” Leia’s voice was soft, a whisper next to Poe’s ear.
“Red.”
“And you know I won’t be angry if you say it?”
“Yes, Leia”
“Good boy.” Leia strokes her hand through his hair and Amilyn watches as Poe leans into her touch as much as his restraints – tied spread eagle and face down to the bed – will allow.
Leia leaves him then. Amilyn can see his head turn to try and follow the General as she walks away. Amilyn smacks his ass hard, her palm stinging.
“Don’t move.”
Leia smiles at her, knowingly.
“Do you have any idea how sexy it is to watch you like this?” Leia’s smirk lights up her weathered face with the sort of youth that reminds Amilyn of half-drunken escapades on warm summer nights.
Leia’s close enough now that she can reach up and stroke a hand through Amilyn’s hair to pull her down to her own height and kiss her as though they were alone and had all night together.
Amilyn braces herself on the bed, shrinking down to Leia’s height so that the General can direct her as she pleases. As she pleases turns out to be wet, deep, noisy kisses that leave Amilyn dizzy.
She knows these kisses are as much for Poe’s benefit as hers and Leia’s. She can sense his muscles tensing, moving for some release of something because he can’t stop himself.
Her hand, the one that isn’t stroking through Leia’s hair, finds his ankle and strokes it gently, above and below the restraints. Poe nearly manages to silence the whimper he releases in response.
Leia smiles against Amilyn’s lips at the sound.
“Do you like your present?” Leia murmurs to her, voice warm and teasing. “Your mutineer, tied up with a bow.”
“You’re spoiling me,” Amilyn says.
“Isn’t he pretty?” Leia leans down and scrapes her fingernails down Poe’s back hard enough to leave red lines in their wake. Poe moans.
“Quiet.” Leia spanks him, hard enough that Amilyn can see the outline of the General’s hand flush in Poe’s skin, next to the fading print of her own in pale pink.
“Now, I think you owe the Admiral an apology, Commander.” Leia’s face is flushed with the adrenaline of their game.
“I’m sorry.” Poe’s voice is muffled by the mattress below him.
“What was that?” Leia’s voice is taunting and just the tone of it makes Amilyn wet. The last time they played this game it was Amilyn who was tied to the mattress and the thought of it is making her stomach twist with want.
Poe turns his head so that his face is pressed to the side and his voice unobstructed, “I’m sorry, Admiral Holdo.”
Leia turns to look at her friend, eyes alight, heating Amilyn with every glance.
“And what do you think your punishment should be, flyboy?” Amilyn says, smiling back at Leia, hands itching in anticipation.
Poe’s silent for a beat. Leia strokes the spot still warm from her hand’s smack a moment before.
“Spank me.” Poe says, his voice softer.
“Hm?” Leia’s voice is dripping with that haughty edge she affects so well from a childhood of practice.
“Please spank me.” Poe bites out, his head turned to the side. His hips shift rubbing back and forth and Amilyn knows he’s already hard.
The cocky ones are always so fast to fall, so eager for the attention, for the release from all the pressure. Leia’s told her stories about Han, whispered them to her in the dark. Watching Poe’s muscles twist, tanned skin on white sheets, all desperate for more, Amilyn can see the appeal.
“What do you think?” Amilyn asks Leia, purposefully nonchalant. “This one?” She brings a paddle down hard just above Poe’s hip. “Or this one?” The second is more of a cross between a cane and a belt, alight with the flow of a gentle energy current that Amilyn knows from experience almost tickles the skin, if the bearer is gentle.
Leia moves to a chair by the side of her bed, half-lounging with her leg bent and Amilyn knows she chose the spot because Poe will be able to see her every move. Leia’s still wearing an old tank top and her underwear, half askew, but for the General that’s as good as naked.
“The latter” Leia says as she starts strokes herself. Their eyes meet and want twists through Amilyn again. Standing where she is, with Poe tied on the bed between them, she’ll see Leia’s every move. She knows Leia’s show is as much for her own benefit as for Poe’s.
Amilyn strikes a moment later without warning cross-crossing her earlier mark and Poe groans softly.
“If you can’t manage to stay quiet, I think you should count.” Leia’s voice is haughty again and Poe whimpers.
“One.”
Amilyn strikes again. Force, he’s beautiful. Leia has always had wonderful taste. Poe’s every muscle is outlined as he braces for the blow and the skin on his ass is such a lovely shade of pink and he can’t seem to hold back those needy little sounds. Her heart is racing with the adrenaline of it, of having Poe at her mercy, of feeling Leia’s attention
“Two.”
Leia’s underwear has slid down her legs. Amilyn can see her staring at Poe who must be staring back at her, transfixed.
“Three.”
Leia’s teasing herself. Slow circles over and over again, dipping in and then circling. Amilyn knows she’s just keying herself up, slowly, gently.
“Four.”
That strike was higher and Poe’s back lifts off the bed in response, grunting in pain. Amilyn can see every strike she’s made rising rose and red on Poe’s golden skin.
“Five.”
This one crosses the tops of Poe’s legs and his hips grind down. He’s panting hard now, or is that Leia’s breathing she hears?
“Six.”
He gasps at this one, though Amilyn’s guessing it’s not from pain. Leia’s eyes are closed and her head is thrown back and she has two fingers buried in her cunt.
She makes it to ten before Poe gasps out, “Please.” Leia opens her eyes to look at him then.
“Please what, Commander?” Her voice is taunting as she stops, stands and walks towards the bed. “Have you had too much? Do you want the Admiral to stop?” With her height, he’s on eye-level with her glistening cunt, unable to move away. Poe groans plaintively. “Use your words.”
Poe sounds absolutely wrecked when he finally speaks.
“Please, let me taste you.”