Paris Redux
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scripsiTitle: Paris Redux
Fandom: The Queen’s Gambit
Rating: Explicit
Chapters: One-shot
Word Count: 1634
Characters: Beth Harmon, Vasily Borgov
Pairings Beth Harmon/Vasily Borgov
Warnings: Anal, Semi-Publix Sex
Additional Tags: Enthusiastic Consent, Masturbation, Established Relationship
Summary: Borgov beats Beth in another game in Paris. This time with a much more pleasurable aftermath.
The fic on AO3
Paris. Beth hadn’t looked forward to returning to the City of Lights, not after what happened the last time, but she knew she had to return one day. And any tournament where she got to meet Vasily Borgov was a tournament she must attend, so here she was. For the game; to once again battle her wits against his with sixty-four squares and thirty-two pieces. For the most important thing of all; to play chess to the best of their abilities. But for the last two years also for what came after.
It had begun as a part dare, part joke from Beth; “If you win the next game, you can do whatever you want with me.”
”And if I lose?”
"Then I can do what I want."
"Naturally."
What it had grown into was a mutually satisfying series of meetings, with, so far, Borgov winning slightly more games than Beth. It irked her, but she was determined to change that, eventually. As of now, this beautiful summer evening, she was slightly annoyed he had won over her the second time in a row. Still, the annoyance was tempered by anticipation, as she already knew what his plans were for her, and her expectations had been growing throughout the afternoon.
The last time Borgov had made her kneel in front of the armchair he sat in, and take him in her mouth, as deep as she could manage. Afterward, he had pulled her up in his lap, and while she touched herself until she came, he played with her breasts and told her, slowly, and in great detail, exactly what he wanted to do to her the next time.
And now Beth waited, bathed, powdered, and scented, only dressed in a short black silk slip and. When she heard a knock on the door, Beth hurried to open the door filled with somewhat nervous anticipation.
The dinner they had attended earlier had been a formal affair, and Borgov had not so much changed as shed his black jacket and tie. Now his white shirt was open at the throat and the waistcoat unbuttoned over his suspenders. To Beth’s smitten eyes, the effect was very becoming, but for the moment there was something she needed far more than admiring him. As soon as the door closed, she stepped into his arms, closing her eyes in bliss when he hugged her, with her own arms encircling his waist. It never ceased to amaze her how such a simple gesture could make her feel so utterly cherished and loved. This, their first embrace after a long time apart, had nothing to do with sex, but only of much they had missed each other, and how happy they were to be back in each other’s arms.
“Ready?” Borgov eventually murmured into her hair. “If it frightens you, I can think of many other things I’d like to do with you.”
“I’m not scared.” Beth smiled up at him. “A little nervous, perhaps, but if I had won this game, I would have asked you to do this, anyway.”
He smiled back and bent down to kiss her, then took a step back and looked her over appreciatively.
“You look lovely. But put on your most high-heeled shoes too, please.”
Somewhat puzzled, Beth, retrieved a pair of black evening sandals and put them on. She quickly decided that bewilderment aside, it was worth it for the way Borgov looked at her legs.
“Like it?”
“Very much. But they have a practical purpose tonight.”
He kissed her again, his large hands almost encircling her waist, and then he turned her around to face the windows. Beth’s hotel room was large and airy, with huge windows and a French balcony with an ornate iron railing, painted white. Borgov opened the door and told Beth to lean on the railing.
“What if people see us?”
“They won’t see me, my love, only you. So you better keep quiet so people don’t look.”
Beth glowered at him. He knew perfectly well she was not the silent type, but he only looked back evenly and waited.
So she obediently bent forward and rested her elbows on the railing as directed. With her room on the top floor of the hotel, and it being taller than the house opposite, no one could see her if they didn’t look up. And if they did, they would only see the top half of her body, so if she could just refrain from being too loud, no one would realize what was happening.
But as soon as she thought it, Borgov pulled her up slightly, so he could ease down the straps from her shoulders and push down her slip so her breasts were exposed. He caressed them with both hands, rolling her nipples between his fingers, so they peaked almost painfully before he allowed her to sink back into position again. Mortified over being exposed, Beth considered protesting, but the possibility of being seen thrilled her too. Besides, Borgov had nudged the slip up over her hips and had started to caress her. And she really didn’t want him to stop.
He took hold of her hips and briefly ground himself against her, already hard, and she realized why he had asked for the shoes; they helped level her ass in line with his cock. She blushed at the thought, and then she gasped because he released her only to spread some kind of cool lubrication between her ass cheeks, and then slowly pushed a finger inside her.
Ever since Borgov had told her of what he wanted to do, it had never been far from Beth’s thoughts. She had even dared to venture further when she touched herself than she ever had before. In her shower, blushing fiercely though no one could see her, she had pushed a finger inside her, while bringing herself to orgasm with her other hand, and she had enjoyed the experience so much she had done it several times. But her own slim finger was nothing to Borgov’s, and as he slowly worked, first one, and then two fingers inside her, Beth shuddered and gasped over the intrusion. It didn’t hurt, not exactly, but the feeling of being stretched more and more was both pleasant and alien.
As Borgov pumped his fingers in and out the pleasure grew, and when he removed them Beth felt oddly empty, but then she could feel his cock press against her back passage, and she forgot to breathe. It was so much bigger than even two of his fingers, how would she be able to take all of him? The head thrust inside, the sensation of being stretched became painful and Beth couldn’t withhold a moan.
“Are you all right?”
“Yes. Just- just take it slow.”
“As slow as you need. You tell me when to move, love. You set the pace, not me.”
For several heartbeats they stood frozen, then Beth could feel her body relax and when she experimentally pushed her ass back, she could feel him slide in a little deeper before she needed to pause again. Beth took more and more of Borgov’s cock until he was fully sheathed inside her. Then it almost became too much for her; Beth felt too uncomfortably filled like even the tiniest movement would hurt, and she thought she couldn’t stand it. She panted and gripped the railing hard; she would just be very still for a moment, and then she would tell him and they would stop and do something else.
Borgov caressed her hips and back in slow calming strokes.
“Good girl,” Borgov murmured, and Beth took a deep breath, something seemed to shift inside her, and suddenly any trace of discomfort was gone. Experimentally, she tipped her hips forward, and then back again, so she moved slightly around Borgov’s cock. It felt good.
“You can move now if you take it slow.”
Borgov moved at an almost excruciatingly slow pace; pulling almost his entire length out, only to sink back until he bottomed out again. It felt more than good to be so filled and stretched now; it felt amazing. Beth closed her eyes, letting her body meet the slow steady pace Borgov set, his hands securely holding her hips. She was feeling very warm, she could feel her heartbeat drumming in her chest and pulsating between her legs, and she wanted to feel more. Much more.
“Faster, please,” she begged. “Harder.”
Borgov complied and Beth let go of the railing with one hand so she could touch herself. She needed to come now, the incredible feeling of fullness stoking her arousal to new heights. Her fingers moved faster, and then Beth came convulsing around Borgov’s cock, which made it feel impossible, wonderfully, bigger. Forgetful of anything but her own pleasure, Beth screamed out her climax, oblivious to whoever heard her. Borgov thrust inside her, even more forcefully, but also losing his rhythm as he chased his own orgasm.
Beth clung to the railing with both hands again, desperately biting her lower lip so she wouldn’t make more noise. Borgov wrapped an arm around her waist, and gently pried away her grip, then he guided her down on the floor, holding her close in a tangle of entwined limbs. Beth shifted so she could face him, flinging her arms around his neck.
“That, that was something!”
“So I was not the only one enjoying myself?”
“Most certainly not!” There was a brief pause, mainly filled with kissing. “But I could really do with a shower now.”
“Care to have company?”
“Of course.”
Borgov’s hold around Beth tightened, and to her surprise, he stood up with her in his arms. She yelped and laughed and allowed herself to be carried to the bathroom.
Fandom: The Queen’s Gambit
Rating: Explicit
Chapters: One-shot
Word Count: 1634
Characters: Beth Harmon, Vasily Borgov
Pairings Beth Harmon/Vasily Borgov
Warnings: Anal, Semi-Publix Sex
Additional Tags: Enthusiastic Consent, Masturbation, Established Relationship
Summary: Borgov beats Beth in another game in Paris. This time with a much more pleasurable aftermath.
The fic on AO3
Paris. Beth hadn’t looked forward to returning to the City of Lights, not after what happened the last time, but she knew she had to return one day. And any tournament where she got to meet Vasily Borgov was a tournament she must attend, so here she was. For the game; to once again battle her wits against his with sixty-four squares and thirty-two pieces. For the most important thing of all; to play chess to the best of their abilities. But for the last two years also for what came after.
It had begun as a part dare, part joke from Beth; “If you win the next game, you can do whatever you want with me.”
”And if I lose?”
"Then I can do what I want."
"Naturally."
What it had grown into was a mutually satisfying series of meetings, with, so far, Borgov winning slightly more games than Beth. It irked her, but she was determined to change that, eventually. As of now, this beautiful summer evening, she was slightly annoyed he had won over her the second time in a row. Still, the annoyance was tempered by anticipation, as she already knew what his plans were for her, and her expectations had been growing throughout the afternoon.
The last time Borgov had made her kneel in front of the armchair he sat in, and take him in her mouth, as deep as she could manage. Afterward, he had pulled her up in his lap, and while she touched herself until she came, he played with her breasts and told her, slowly, and in great detail, exactly what he wanted to do to her the next time.
And now Beth waited, bathed, powdered, and scented, only dressed in a short black silk slip and. When she heard a knock on the door, Beth hurried to open the door filled with somewhat nervous anticipation.
The dinner they had attended earlier had been a formal affair, and Borgov had not so much changed as shed his black jacket and tie. Now his white shirt was open at the throat and the waistcoat unbuttoned over his suspenders. To Beth’s smitten eyes, the effect was very becoming, but for the moment there was something she needed far more than admiring him. As soon as the door closed, she stepped into his arms, closing her eyes in bliss when he hugged her, with her own arms encircling his waist. It never ceased to amaze her how such a simple gesture could make her feel so utterly cherished and loved. This, their first embrace after a long time apart, had nothing to do with sex, but only of much they had missed each other, and how happy they were to be back in each other’s arms.
“Ready?” Borgov eventually murmured into her hair. “If it frightens you, I can think of many other things I’d like to do with you.”
“I’m not scared.” Beth smiled up at him. “A little nervous, perhaps, but if I had won this game, I would have asked you to do this, anyway.”
He smiled back and bent down to kiss her, then took a step back and looked her over appreciatively.
“You look lovely. But put on your most high-heeled shoes too, please.”
Somewhat puzzled, Beth, retrieved a pair of black evening sandals and put them on. She quickly decided that bewilderment aside, it was worth it for the way Borgov looked at her legs.
“Like it?”
“Very much. But they have a practical purpose tonight.”
He kissed her again, his large hands almost encircling her waist, and then he turned her around to face the windows. Beth’s hotel room was large and airy, with huge windows and a French balcony with an ornate iron railing, painted white. Borgov opened the door and told Beth to lean on the railing.
“What if people see us?”
“They won’t see me, my love, only you. So you better keep quiet so people don’t look.”
Beth glowered at him. He knew perfectly well she was not the silent type, but he only looked back evenly and waited.
So she obediently bent forward and rested her elbows on the railing as directed. With her room on the top floor of the hotel, and it being taller than the house opposite, no one could see her if they didn’t look up. And if they did, they would only see the top half of her body, so if she could just refrain from being too loud, no one would realize what was happening.
But as soon as she thought it, Borgov pulled her up slightly, so he could ease down the straps from her shoulders and push down her slip so her breasts were exposed. He caressed them with both hands, rolling her nipples between his fingers, so they peaked almost painfully before he allowed her to sink back into position again. Mortified over being exposed, Beth considered protesting, but the possibility of being seen thrilled her too. Besides, Borgov had nudged the slip up over her hips and had started to caress her. And she really didn’t want him to stop.
He took hold of her hips and briefly ground himself against her, already hard, and she realized why he had asked for the shoes; they helped level her ass in line with his cock. She blushed at the thought, and then she gasped because he released her only to spread some kind of cool lubrication between her ass cheeks, and then slowly pushed a finger inside her.
Ever since Borgov had told her of what he wanted to do, it had never been far from Beth’s thoughts. She had even dared to venture further when she touched herself than she ever had before. In her shower, blushing fiercely though no one could see her, she had pushed a finger inside her, while bringing herself to orgasm with her other hand, and she had enjoyed the experience so much she had done it several times. But her own slim finger was nothing to Borgov’s, and as he slowly worked, first one, and then two fingers inside her, Beth shuddered and gasped over the intrusion. It didn’t hurt, not exactly, but the feeling of being stretched more and more was both pleasant and alien.
As Borgov pumped his fingers in and out the pleasure grew, and when he removed them Beth felt oddly empty, but then she could feel his cock press against her back passage, and she forgot to breathe. It was so much bigger than even two of his fingers, how would she be able to take all of him? The head thrust inside, the sensation of being stretched became painful and Beth couldn’t withhold a moan.
“Are you all right?”
“Yes. Just- just take it slow.”
“As slow as you need. You tell me when to move, love. You set the pace, not me.”
For several heartbeats they stood frozen, then Beth could feel her body relax and when she experimentally pushed her ass back, she could feel him slide in a little deeper before she needed to pause again. Beth took more and more of Borgov’s cock until he was fully sheathed inside her. Then it almost became too much for her; Beth felt too uncomfortably filled like even the tiniest movement would hurt, and she thought she couldn’t stand it. She panted and gripped the railing hard; she would just be very still for a moment, and then she would tell him and they would stop and do something else.
Borgov caressed her hips and back in slow calming strokes.
“Good girl,” Borgov murmured, and Beth took a deep breath, something seemed to shift inside her, and suddenly any trace of discomfort was gone. Experimentally, she tipped her hips forward, and then back again, so she moved slightly around Borgov’s cock. It felt good.
“You can move now if you take it slow.”
Borgov moved at an almost excruciatingly slow pace; pulling almost his entire length out, only to sink back until he bottomed out again. It felt more than good to be so filled and stretched now; it felt amazing. Beth closed her eyes, letting her body meet the slow steady pace Borgov set, his hands securely holding her hips. She was feeling very warm, she could feel her heartbeat drumming in her chest and pulsating between her legs, and she wanted to feel more. Much more.
“Faster, please,” she begged. “Harder.”
Borgov complied and Beth let go of the railing with one hand so she could touch herself. She needed to come now, the incredible feeling of fullness stoking her arousal to new heights. Her fingers moved faster, and then Beth came convulsing around Borgov’s cock, which made it feel impossible, wonderfully, bigger. Forgetful of anything but her own pleasure, Beth screamed out her climax, oblivious to whoever heard her. Borgov thrust inside her, even more forcefully, but also losing his rhythm as he chased his own orgasm.
Beth clung to the railing with both hands again, desperately biting her lower lip so she wouldn’t make more noise. Borgov wrapped an arm around her waist, and gently pried away her grip, then he guided her down on the floor, holding her close in a tangle of entwined limbs. Beth shifted so she could face him, flinging her arms around his neck.
“That, that was something!”
“So I was not the only one enjoying myself?”
“Most certainly not!” There was a brief pause, mainly filled with kissing. “But I could really do with a shower now.”
“Care to have company?”
“Of course.”
Borgov’s hold around Beth tightened, and to her surprise, he stood up with her in his arms. She yelped and laughed and allowed herself to be carried to the bathroom.
