Hollowness

Hollowness

Summary: Lots of togetherness. Literally. Sands is coping better than expected with being blind, whilst starting a new job.
Madness ensues. Also, lots of clothe-less Sands-always a plus.

Warning: More Nc-17-ish. Graphic descriptions of sex. Mild BDSM. Nothing exceptionally bad, but you have been warned-just make sure you’re old enough to read.

AN: Sequel to ‘Absentee’-Yes, you lovely people reviewed lots so I thought I could rustle up some more lovin’-and it’s a long chapter/sequel! Lots of love to everyone who reviewed-sorry it took so long.
Special thanks to VanillaFluffy for help with this. Many Hugs.

THIS STORY IS DEDICATED TO HUNTER. S. THOMPSON, MY INSPIRATION AND REASON FOR WRITING. GOD REST YOUR SOUL.
(1937--20.02.05)

“Does my butt feel big in this?” You tease, stepping away from Sands just as his fingers brush your rear.
“That’s not fair, Babe. I have to wait until later before I can screw you into the rug.”
“Play nice.” You scold, “This party is for you so behave. Just act normal.”
“‘Normal’ is not a word in my vocabulary, Sweetie. Come here and let me see you.” Figuratively speaking, of course.
You take your time sashaying over to him, standing between his legs from his position on the bed.
Sands takes his time running his hands over the outline of your dress, running his fingers down the zipper and around the neck line. His hand glides under the fabric and up your thigh. You grab his hand and say “Tut tut. If you start that again, then we’ll never get out.”
“I know.” You roll your eyes and chuckle briefly before it is cut off with a yelp as Sands stands up and pushes you back hard against the bedroom wall. He presses into you and nuzzles your neck. “I know you want to stay here too, Babe. I can hear it in the tone of your voice.” He pushes his hand between your thighs, making you gasp and slides a finger into your heat quickly then pulls it out slowly. He raises it to his lips and licks it clean. “See?
For someone who is blind, he doesn’t miss much. You moan, “Sheldon...”
“Sorry, Babe. We’ve got to get to the party.” You whine in frustration and only just resist the urge to stamp your foot.
Sands moves back to the bed, a smirk on his lips and feels around for his socks before putting them on, followed by his boots. He stands up and faces you.
You take the time to fully admire him in a suit. It’s black with a rich blue shirt and a tie in the same colour. It had taken hours to persuade him to wear something that wasn’t black and this was as far as he’d stretch. Although you have to make sure his jacket stays buttoned up all night as at the bottom of the tie, bold lettering spells ‘Suck this’ with a downward pointing arrow. He looked stunning, even with his trademark Ray Bans perched on his nose and his long hair tied back.
“Are we ready then?” He asks.
“Just got to put my shoes on then we’re all set.” You reply, reaching down for your shoes then plopping down on the bed and sliding them on. You take a few more minutes to tie the ribbons around your calves and admire them briefly before standing up. “All done.”
“Let’s get this over with, then.” You roll your eyes and take his hand, leading him to the car.

***

The drive was quiet. Sands hand rested over yours on the gear stick, slowly gripping it tighter. You move your hand and link your fingers with him, squeezing his hand reassuringly.
This was a big deal for him. He hated being in big crowds because he couldn’t concentrate on a single person. He couldn’t tell where people were, which got very confusing. Also, he wasn’t into socialising. Not a smidgen. This party was a ‘retirement’ of sorts. The CIA didn’t want Sands to be out on assignments anymore but they decided that he was too good of an Agent to just dispose of. So they hired him to help train new Agents. He was to give them lectures. You were doubtful that this would run smoothly. Sands in a room packed full of smart-ass trainees that think they’re God’s gift to man kind is not a good idea. You had told him this, but he insisted he would go easy on them with a smirk on his face. Somehow, that didn’t exactly make you feel any better about the situation.

***

An hour after arriving, all the guests, which included all of Sands old Agents and
co-workers, sat down to a three course meal. Sands seemed to be dealing fine so far. He had kept a strong hold on your hand apart from when you had to use the bathroom.
Sands seemed uncomfortable as soon as we settled at the table. “What’s wrong?” You whisper. He leans over to you and whispers back in your ear, “I’m going to look like a Fuckmook if I spill any food. Let’s get out of here.”
“But-”
“Please?” He asks, his voice strained.
You clear your throat and address the other people at your table, “Sorry, but I’m feeling really ill. I think we‘re ready to leave anyway.”

The two other woman at the table smiled and nodded in ‘understanding’, their departing words, “Get better soon, Dear.”
You take Sands’ hand and lead him out to the car.
“Thanks.” He mumbles.
You both slide in the car and Sands relaxes. You can literally see the tension melting away as he settles back into the passenger seat.
You can’t even begin to imagine the frustration and helplessness that he must be feeling most of the time. He went from controlling and manipulating scores of people to having to rely upon everyone and having almost all of his control snatched away from him.
“Do you want to go home?”
“Let’s stop off for a bottle of wine on the way, yeah?”
You chuckle and start the car.

***

You feel the handcuffs attached tightly to the headboard. You smile in satisfaction. You have the day off-Bank Holiday Friday or some such- so you decide to surprise Sands. He won’t mind being handcuffed, though. He never did mind sex games. You run your fingernails down his arms, over his chest, stomach, and into his pubic hair. You circle his manhood with your fingers and stifle a chuckle when it twitches. You slowly move down his body, taking his cock fully in your hand and swipe your tongue over the head, tasting the saltiness of his skin.

Suddenly, Sands grunts and sits up to attention. Well, he tries to. “I thought it’s only fair since you’re doing this to me all the time.” you say conversationally.
“Shouldn’t you be at work?” He moans. You release his cock and he pouts at the action. Picking up a silk scarf from beside you, you tie it around his mouth, “You will not speak unless I give you permission...savvy?” Sands smirked around the scarf and nodded. “You will not come unless I tell you to.” He grunted, sounding displeased and you grinned to yourself. Have a taste of your own medicine, Babe. You slide your nude body up his, teasingly and plant a kiss on his lips. He tries to deepen it but every time he leans into it, you lift your head slightly, content with just nibbling and licking the edges of his lips, for now. “Safety movement is two loud clicks like last time, okay?” you ask.
Sands nods his head. Your hands run up his chest and let your fingers circle his nipples before pinching them painfully. Sands thrusts his hip up to yours at the sensation and you can feel him hardening underneath you. “I have a surprise for you, Shelly.” You whisper, then dip your tongue into his mouth briefly before pulling away. You move off the bed and kneel on the floor, reaching under and pulling out a black leather whip. You climb back on the bed, straddling him once more and drag the tip of the whip from the side of his neck down his body to his ankles. “Guess what this is. I brought it the other week and I’ve been dying to try it out.” He moans loudly as you wiggle your body on his.
“Mphhhh” He moans your name through the scarf. You draw the whip back and let it lash across his chest. He shouts out through the scarf as he jumps from the stinging sensation. “I said you will only talk when spoken to.” You run your finger across the angry red mark that just caught his nipple, making him hiss. “You’re always teasing me, Sheldon. Now it’s my turn.” You lay next to him, ignoring his erection standing proud from his body. You turn the whip upside down and run the thick handle down his arm closest to you. “Feel this, Sheldon? It’s the whip handle. I’m gonna slide it into me. Then I’m gonna pump it inside of me hard.” You go a bit over the top with the almost porn movie talk but you know it’s turning him on. Sands strains against the cuffs, arching his hips. You bring the whip down between your thighs and tease yourself before slowly slipping the handle inside.

***

Hours later you stir, feeling something hard pressed against your back. Even with your eyes closed you know what it is and a smile stretches your lips as you wriggle back against him. However, your eyes widen as a hand clamps over your mouth. Wait, that’s not good. I left him tied up. “Sheldon? How did you-” You mumble through his hand
“Ah ah ah, Babe. Now that would be telling. Two clicks?” he asks quietly and you nod.
Sands wraps his arms around you and drags you over his lap, face down. As you lay on his lap, his excitement pressing into your stomach, you notice the handcuffs still attached to the headboard but the wrist attachments hanging open. The corner of your lips twitch, Only you, Sheldon, only yo-
“Ah!” you yelp in surprise and pain as the whip landed sharply across your buttocks.
“Sheldon...that’s my toy...” You moan.
“It’s polite to share, Babe.” His hand caresses your rear before another sharp crack makes you jump and you wince at the stinging before noticing a deep throbbing appear between your legs, “Oh God...”
“Nothing to do with God, Babe.”
Crack. You squeal as the whip lands closer and closer to the apex of you thighs. His hand caresses you again, but he lets his fingers slide between your cheeks to brush over that tiny puckered opening. You arch up into his hand but he moves, letting his fingers tease for what seems like hours.

You are mewling on his lap after twenty minutes and wonder how he still has a hard on. A dam bursts in you as he brushes over your clit. “Please, Sheldon...please please please, Baby.”
“Please what?” He asks, his voice so husky you barely recognise it.
“Please just take me!” You beg. He always makes you beg, even though your pride is screaming.

You moan as Sands slides one slick finger around your puckered opening before pushing it in. Your moan is so loud, you’re sure the neighbours heard it. Your eyes drift closed as Sands moves his finger inside you before sliding it all the way out. You let out a cry of frustration but before you can say anything, something cold, wet and a lot bigger is pushing at your opening. You push back against it, wincing slightly at the brief stinging at being stretched, but desperate for release. Sands works the whip handle inside you fully and starts to move it in and out. You can feel your climax teetering on the edge but it refuses to wash over you. You grunt in frustration. “Sands, Babe. I need you.”

You get picked up and laid on your front on your bed; Sands comes up behind you, pulls your hips up so you’re on your knees and removes the whip handle, replacing it with his cock. He pushes into you and are stretched even wider again. More wincing, but Oh holy f**k. When his whole length is inside of you, you think you might die from the pleasure of having him so deep inside. You burn from the intrusion but it’s such a good burn.
You move together, listening to Sands’ grunts and pants as he thrusts. You wish you could touch him, but your hands are still cuffed. You feel his hand snake under you and gently stroke your clit. Your head falls onto the bed, soaking it with sweat as your whole body shakes violently with the force of orgasm. Your legs go weak and you collapse on the bed, the waves of pleasure still crashing down on you as Sands collapses atop of you.

Slowly, the pleasure subsides as you lay pressed between your lover and your bed. You make a noise in an attempt to talk and Sands slides out of you, leaving a feeling of emptiness.

Sands rolls off you, but stays pressed against you in the aftermath of mind-blowing sex and you lazily hold up your cuffed hands.

Sands hears the clinking of chain and fishes around under the pillow for the key then unlocks the cuffs without difficulty. Sometimes you wonder how he does it.

You wriggle on the bed, moving even closer to Sands, wrapping one arm around him and the other to run your fingers over his features, lingering on his lips. He kisses your fingers before you replace them with your lips. He lets your tongue massage his, your lips gliding over his delicately before nipping playfully. You feel his lips move into a smile and suddenly he grips your waist and sits you atop his hips, where his cock waits, rock solid.

***

Monday morning. Joy.

“You’re wearing that?” you laugh as Sands enters the kitchen.
“What?” He asks innocently.
“You’re wearing ‘I’m with stupid’ for your first day of teaching?” You ask incredulous.
“The little fuckers will think I’m some dumb twit who got into the CIA by chance. This means I can pull a few surprises. Gotta love those shocked ‘gasps’.” Sands walks past you to the sink, en route slapping your backside painfully. You gasp. “See? Music to the ears.” He grins.

***

“Okay. What have you been taught already?” Sands paced the front of the auditorium. Silence. “You’re going to have to speak up. I’m a little deaf.” He said sarcastically, hearing a few faint chuckles.
“Looks like we’re starting from the beginning, then. Mr Taylor gave me some sheets to hand out but I left them in the office. Whoever’s closest to the door can go and get them for me.”

While the student went to fetch the papers, Sands discreetly felt his way to the other side of the desk and sat down, lowering his head and shuffling through the papers on his desk, pretending to read them.

“I heard he got fired for sleeping with his partner.” A man with a deep voice whispered.
“Nah. The Motherf**ker was probably just crap at his job and decided to do something easier. Probably keeps his sunglasses on ‘cause he‘s so ashamed.” Snigger.
Sands’ ears pricked up at this, noting where the voice was coming from. Sands looked up and pointed to someone in the general direction of the voice. “What’s your name?”
“Sarah.” He pointed to the person next to her and the man with the deep voice answered,
“John.” And the next person.
“Lewis.” Bingo.
“Great, thanks.” The clicking of a door indicated the person was back from his office. “Take a sheet and pass them along. I think we‘re going to...no, wait.” Sands grinned to himself, his mind whizzing, “Let’s have some volunteers to come to the front. I’ll show you the basics in physical combat. Lewis, care to volunteer?”

***

An hour later, a black and blue Lewis returned to his chair for his bag and an applause.
As the class started filing out, Sands said “Stay behind, Lewis.” Sands waited for the auditorium to empty and the door click before he stood up from his chair and casually walked around to the front beside Lewis. “Have fun in class?” he asked innocently.
“I’m a bit sore.”
“Good.”
“What?” Lewis asked, incredulous. In a flash, Sands had his hand around Lewis’ throat, pressing him painfully back into the desk. Lewis started choking.
“I ever hear you badmouthing me again? You’re dead. I am not some Motherf**ker who was shit at his job. I was the best. I was the best Agent in the CIA until...circumstances changed.” Lewis was gasping for breath but Sands paid him no heed, “You want to know why I’m teaching, instead of restoring the balance to this fucked up country?” Sands leaned into Lewis, their faces so close, he could feel Lewis’ small gasps of breath on his cheek. Sands raised his free hand and pulled his glasses off his face.

“Gah!” Lewis’ eyes widened at the sight and he struggled violently, dropping from Sands’ grip and backing away. “You... you’re a psycho!” He gasped for breath.

Sands grinned, “Why else would I be so good?”

***

You walk into Head Quarters on time to pick up Sands and see him sitting calmly on a chair in reception. “Hey, Babe.” you say as you walk over to him. He smiles and turns as he hears your voice and stands up, reaching out to you. You take his hand and squeeze as you lead him out to the car. “How was your first day?”
“Good.”
You raise an eyebrow and suddenly you bump into someone. You turn around to apologise to the man, covered in bruises, but his eyes widen in fear and he starts backing away, his gaze fixed on Sands. As he disappears around the corner, you stop and turn to Sands.
“Okay, what did you do?”
His lips twist into a grin.

***

“You’re going to get fired!” you yell at him, slamming the keys on the worktop.
“No I won't. They know how good I am.” He balanced. You roll your eyes, “Whatever. Just remember that I told you so.”
“Does this count as a fight? I really want to make up...” He suggests subtly.
“No.” You state firmly. He pouts. Serves him right.
“Babe? I’m sorry. Let me make it up to you...” He tries again.
“No.” You say as you wander into the hall, hanging up your coat.

“Babe...” He follows you into the hall, standing in the way, blocking you between the front door and the dresser. You’re really going to have to ask how he does that. “No.” You feel your resolve weakening as he starts towards you. Suddenly you feel like prey being stalked. Your heart rate and breathing increase.

It’s a good feeling.

You feel your back press up against the dresser - Sands grins as he hears your breath catch in your throat. He takes the final step, pressing himself against you, pressing his arousal in your stomach. You could swear that he can hear your heart beating as he leans in and nips at your lips. His hands snake under your top and inside your bra, massaging the soft flesh revealed to his roving hands. You both slide down to the floor and promptly start ripping at each others’ clothes until you are both naked. You roll in the narrow hallway until Sands is beneath you. You slide onto his hips and raise yourself up, before impaling yourself torturously slowly on him.

Close to making Sands beg.

You set a fast pace, rocking on him and rubbing your clit against his pubic hairs.

You are both sweaty and still going at it when the doorbell rings fifteen minutes later.
You both let out a frustrated grunt and the person on the other side of the door rings the bell again and shouts, “Are you okay in there?”


You scramble up and open the door enough to poke your head out, flushed, panting and sweating. “Sorry, I was exercising.”
“That's okay! I’m selling new exercise products and I was wondering-”

Sands stands behind you, his cock standing out from his body, covered in your juices. “Screw this.” He says to himself, approaching you.

You jumped as strong hands gripped your hips and let out a high pitched squeak as Sands drove himself home.
The salesman looked concerned. “Are you okay, Miss?”
“Mmmmm. Uhh. Just, uh, my back is kiiiiiiiiiilling me.”
Sands pulls out of you slowly and thrusts in with all the force he can muster. “Ah!” You cry and fall into the door at the feeling.
“Miss, are you sure-”
“Yes!” You squeal and try to smile, “Just tripped.”

You push back against Sands as he pumps into you, the wet sounds and slapping of his balls against you seeming too loud as you try to concentrate on what the salesman is saying.
“Yup, well, look.” You interrupt, “It’s been nice chatting to you an’ all but I think my phone is ringing.” You say. The man frowns, “I don’t hear-”

Slam.

You shut the door in his face and lean against it, letting Sands pound into you. You let loud moans and the occasional “Yes!” slip though your lips and can only wonder what the salesman would think.
“Babe, I’m almost there...” You moan and Sands moves to flick your sensitised bud, making you jerk with over stimulation. You squeal as he does it again and feel your walls clenching down on him as waves of pleasure crash down on you, threatening to suffocate. Sands continues to thrust and shouts your name in his release. You both slouch against the door. Satiated for the moment.

A smile works it’s way onto your lips, “Oooh, you are so bad.” Sands slips out of you and you turn around to face him, kissing him lazily.
“That’s why you love me right?”
“Too bad that’s the only reason.” You joke. He raises an eyebrow, grabs your hand and starts to pull you through the house to your bedroom. “I’m not always bad.”
“Yes you are.” You say as he pushes you onto the bed.
“Are not.”
“Are too.”
“I’ll show you...” He whispers, as he slides on top of you.

He takes his time gently kissing every inch of flesh, from your ankles to your earlobes and collarbone. He pauses briefly at your eyes before pressing a soft kiss to each eyelid.
Last but not least he worships your lips with his, taking longest to caress your mouth with his tongue. His hands worship your skin, massaging your the soft flesh of your breasts and legs.

His mouth travels from your lips down your body, stopping at your breasts to tease with kissing and sucking then dipping into your navel and carrying on it’s downward path through your pubic hair and to source of you pleasure. You gasp in ecstasy as his tongue circles your clit before brushing over it repeatedly. His fingers slip inside your heat and curl up against the spot that makes shooting stars fly across your vision. You arch up off the bed as he holds his fingers there and keeps rubbing. He replaces his fingers with his tongue, feeling your inner walls clench around his tongue.
Just as you feel yourself about to go over, Sands stops and slides up your body, kissing you passionately letting you taste your own juices on his lips.

Slowly, he sinks into your heat, taking your breath away with how gentle he’s being. He moves on you, sliding in and out of you and you feel your orgasm on the brink. You climax with no further stimulation, trembling against Sands, who reaches his climax at the same time.

After catching your breath, you cup Sands’ face, stroking his bottom lip with your thumb. “I love you,” he whispers.
“I love you too,” you whisper back.

***

You wake up before your alarm clock goes off. A whole hour before. You groan and roll to face Sands. He’s asleep still. Well, you think he is, it’s always hard to tell. You shift and rub your thighs together at the feeling of emptiness between your legs-again.

***

Two hours later you and Sands are at it again. Only this time, you find yourself pressed naked, against the kitchen window. It’s only small, but if someone wanted to see in, they could. You are grunting with the force at which Sands pounds into you; a short-lived thought as to what would happen if the glass broke.
Outside, your co-worker’s mini with a union jack flag painted on the roof drives past and you realise the time. Not again!

You and Sands reach your climax simultaneously and as soon as your breathing returns to normal, you groan. Sands knows why.
“Just say your ill.”
“I’ve had a week off work this month already for our shag-fests. They’ll kill me if I’m off again.”
“It’ll be fine, Babe. Just call them.” You sigh and pick up the phone, dialling the number off by heart.
“Hey Maria. It’s me, I think I’ve got food poisoning. Yeah, sorry, I don’t know what's wrong with me this month. Yeah, I’m seeing the doctor later. Okay, you too. Bye.”
“That wasn’t so hard was it?” You sigh and sit next to Sands on the sofa, his spendings leaking from between your legs, making them sticky.
“You know, I’m actually getting a bit sore.”
“Really? Well I have just the cure for that.” Sands said.
“You have?”
Sands leans into you, his mouth by your ear and whispers, “I’ll just have to fuck your ass, then.” You shiver, but not from the cold. The thought makes a hot tingle shoot through your spine. You haven’t had a right royal ass-fucking in ages. You lick your lips, suddenly not as tired as you thought you were, “I want it against the window.”
“We just-”
“No. The lounge window...” Sands’ lips twisted up into a Cheshire cat grin, “Okay.”
“But I’m hungry. I’ve got to eat something first to keep my strength up. You want some breakfast too?”
“Toast is good.”

You made toast for the both of you (wincing at the twinge from your core) and you ate it laid across one another, naked on the couch.

When you finished, you brushed the crumbs from your chest and shuffled into your bedroom, looking for some lubrication.

You walk back into the lounge, tube of jelly in your hand and see that Sands has pushed the coffee table up to the biggest and lowest window. “Found it.” You say as you walk up to him, handing him the tube and kissing him softly on the lips. For a time you get lost in the sensations of his lips and tongue upon yours, but remember that there's something a hell of a lot better than kissing waiting for you. Both of you make your way over to the table and you lean over it, while Sands kneels down behind you. “Anyone outside?” he asks.
“A group of guys standing outside Mrs Benson’s flat.” You reply, your senses burning in anticipation. You hear Sands as he coats his erection, his hand making slick, wet noises on his flesh. He spreads some more jelly onto his fingers and presses his back into you, bending you over the edge of the table and pressing you hard into the wood, your face and shoulders pressed against the window. You feel your pulse thrumming between your thighs in excitement as cold, slippery fingers circle your tight rose bud.
He prepares you well, gently adding one finger after the other until at three fingers, you start to beg him to just sink into you. He removes his fingers and presses the tip of his erection against your hole and pushes past the tight ring of muscles as you yelp at being stretched so much. It really has been too long...

When he is fully sheathed in your tight hole, you sigh in pleasure. Sands pulls out slowly and sinks back in a little harder and faster each time he pumps into you. You are gripping the edge of the coffee table but after a few minutes, you are pushed up against the window, you breasts against the cold glass, your mouth wide open at the feelings being evoked from your body.

God help anyone who looks up from the sidewalk.

“Deeper...” You moan, your hand scrambling for purchase but only sliding down the steamy glass as Sands thrusts so deep you could swear it’s never been so intense before and makes you wince. But it’s a good wince. It’s always good with Sands. So good you can’t get enough of him and it’s been the same way for the two years you have been together. Three years next month.

You can feel the tingling from your clit growing just as Sands massages it with his thumb. He presses hard, making you jerk from the sensations and clench around him, making him hiss. He does it again. And again. You feel Sands shaking behind you and let the waves of pleasure suffocate you, your body humming, pressed between a hot Sands and cold glass. You cry out as Sands sinks his teeth in your shoulder, hard enough to mark, claiming you as his.

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