Britwitch's Cottage

[marauder13]

"Well, I'm glad you considered coming here...you know you're welcome, any time...and I won't push you to tell me more than you're comfortable with.

"So...did you want to talk about it or be distracted? I think I can manage both! I think I can probably manage being quiet too, at a push, if it's some true peace and quiet that you seek."

He chuckled, pulling the rim of the mug away in time. He caught her wink as she sipped her own tea.

"Keep you quiet? Lord, I have no deep seated sadistic urges to torture you. Peace is what brought me here. The quiet I can get somewhere else." He took another deep, cleaning breath. "As for talking about 'it', there are several 'it's involved, and I don't think there would be enough time to cover them all right now. Just having someone to talk to and relax with is what I am seeking. something to help me forget the shit that flying about elsewhere, at least for a little while."

Another sip of tea disappeared, slowly warming his insides nicely.

"I am going to add my lengthy addition to the current accent challenge, though some of the questions may be skipped due to various reasons. I am currently searching for something worthy to be read. But in my investigations, I have found something else that I might record. I've got to practice it a little more, as I miss words or get them wrong. It looks like it will be a good one to say, and it will be fun to see if I can do the passage justice."

 

[Britwitch]

"Well peace I can give you. I rarely see anyone in the woods these days so interruption is unlikely and, as you know, no electricity means no distractions or reminders of what goes on out there..."
She gestured outside with her head before sipping a little more tea.
"We can talk, or not, as you like...and about whatever you like."

She couldn't help but giggle at the mention of the accent challenge.
"Now there's a clip I'll be eagerly waiting for. It's been far too long since we got to hear your dulcet tones in that thread." A lifting of eyebrows over her mug as another sip of tea was drawn into her mouth and swallowed. "And I'd be lying if I said wasn't intrigued about what you might be thinking of reading. But whatever it is I'm sure it'll be brilliant to listen to."

Another sip and half drained mug was set down on the small table close to the couch before she leant back, raising an elbow to rest on the high back and let her head be cushioned in the palm.

"I'm glad to see so much activity in the Lounge at the moment. Lots of new faces mixing with old, lots of laughter...or so it seems. And not so much drama...it's nice."

 

[marauder13]

"Well peace I can give you. I rarely see anyone in the woods these days so interruption is unlikely and, as you know, no electricity means no distractions or reminders of what goes on out there...

"We can talk, or not, as you like...and about whatever you like."

"Where is the fun of coming all the way out here, to spend some nice time with you, and not talk?" He took a larger sip of his tea, and shook his head. "That's silly thinking."

"Now there's a clip I'll be eagerly waiting for. It's been far too long since we got to hear your dulcet tones in that thread."

"For which there is a simple answer, I don't like the sound of my own voice. Add to that a desire not to make a fool of myself - rational thought or not - I keep a low profile in that particular thread."

"And I'd be lying if I said wasn't intrigued about what you might be thinking of reading. But whatever it is I'm sure it'll be brilliant to listen to."

"Well, I'm still hunting around for something that feels right. But as I have said, I have found another piece that I am willing to record, just for fun."

He watched Brit get settled, being more comfortable in her own little corner of the world. It felt good to be a small part of that.

"I'm glad to see so much activity in the Lounge at the moment. Lots of new faces mixing with old, lots of laughter...or so it seems. And not so much drama...it's nice."

"I have been blissfully ignorant of most of the drama going on, thankfully. But yeah, it is good to see people having fun, and meeting a few new folk and finding out that I have picked up another stalker of my threads." He shook his head. "I know, I know, I am worth stalking, blah, blah, blah. Let me enjoy my little bit of "Gosh, why me?"... please?"

 

[Britwitch]

"Then I will bite my tongue...for a few minutes at least..." She winked and glanced over to the fire, before hopping up from the couch long enough to add another couple of logs and to light a couple of lanterns before it got too gloomy.

A moment of thought and then she headed to the kitchen, coming back with a plate of homemade cookies a few moments later.

"I was getting the munchies," She said, with a wide grin, by way of explanation as she sat back down and took a bite of one. "Do help yourself!"

Tongue picked up rogue crumbs from lips before she smiled again.
"So, can I tell you you're awesome yet, or do you need more time?"
She giggled, taking another bite.

 

[marauder13]

He laughed at her comments, knowing it was nearly pointless to argue about it with her. He sat back, feeling the day starting to catch up with him as Brit feed the fire and lit some lanterns. Not even the offer of home make biscuits (Australian/English style) could fend off the rapidly growing need for sleep.

"So, can I tell you you're awesome yet, or do you need more time?"

"Go ahead as much as you like, as long as being snored at doesn't offend." He got up and stretched a little. "Would you mind if I bunked down here for the night? I'd rather not try walking in the snow right now. I'd probably fall down, go to sleep and be discovered in a glacier in a couple of thousand years."

He settled back onto the couch, curling himself up snugly before the fire, watching the flames slowly fade from sight until he was sound asleep.

 

[Britwitch]

"Of course you can. I don't think I'd want you wandering about in the dark anyway!"

She watched him settle himself with a soft smile. Not moving until she was sure he was asleep. Padding across silently to a blanket box in the corner, she returned with a throw that would keep him snug when the fire burnt low over night but that wouldn't make him overheat in the mean time. She opened it out and carefully spread it over his sleeping form. Leaning closer to press a kiss to his forehead.

"Sleep well..." Giggling quietly as she added in a low whisper "...dream of how awesome you are!"

Satisfied he was comfortable, she blew out some of the candles closest to him so he was bathed in firelight alone and headed into the kitchen so her attempts at writing wouldn't disturb her sleeping guest.

 

[Britwitch]

It was freezing, literally freezing outside. The mercury was hovering somewhere around -25C when she passed the window and made short work of unlocking the front door.

Candles and lanterns were lit, the embers of the fire stoked and fresh fuel added and as the cottage began to warm up there was the business of cooling down to attend to.
The bottle she'd 'borrowed' from the Lounge.

A rosé. Which meant it should be chilled and in the absence of a refridgerator, necessity was the mother of invention. So a mixing bowl was taken outside, filled with snow and brought back in. Bottle plunged into the frozen white and left to chill while the witch unlaced her boots and went looking for a glass.

She knew she had one somewhere...

 

[Britwitch]

How can it be snowing?
Today was sunny and bright and now, the air is filled with tiny white flakes once more.
But they say in her part of the world that new snow comes to take away the old. Perhaps this is the snow to banish all the rest.

She came across a poem during her wanderings that seems to fit the situation perfectly...

Spring can't come to the phone right now...
She's flown to distant hills
to dabble speckles on a fawn
and fling out daisy spills.

When she re-mosses forest floors
and pulls back Winter's pall,
she'll batten down the daffodil
and then return your call!

To teach the wren her little song
will take an hour or two-
Striping birches lasts awhile,
so wait and she'll call you.

You'll know when April comes again -
She'll cause your heart to leap.
Just close your eyes and listen
to her message at the "beep".​

Watching the white flakes dancing delicately beyond the window pane, illuminated briefly by the light that leaks through the glass and into the darkness of night, Spring still seems very far away.

 

[Britwitch]

It's a damp, wet morning in the woods.
Rain, the first of the spring, dripping from bare branches and icy needles down to dirty snow beneath.
It's a good sign, the lighter evenings and mornings are too, but it's so depressing to look out on the boggy, slushy mess that heralds the arrival of a sunnier season and know it could last some time.

Tea helps with her mood.
Sleep would help even more but seeing as that's not an option at the moment, tea alone will have to do.

With heavy blanket around shoulders, fire crackling intermittently in the background, blue eyes watch the rain slowly but surely bring the forest back to life.

 

[Britwitch]

There's been too much sitting around lately. It's been necessary and productive. But she's been still for too long.
Plus it's easy for frustrations to build when you stay in one place long enough.

Fresh air and exercise. Best cures for a bad mood.

Spade in hand, she stalks outside. There's a frozen path in a shady spot where the sun doesn't yet reach, still covered by a good couple of inches of ice. Breaking it up should help take the edge off.

Wellingtons, jeans, t-shirt and a front fastening fleece over the top, it's sleeves pushed back to her elbows. It's a balmy +9 and with the strenuous work ahead she knows she's going to get warm pretty quickly.

Spade tip hits ice with a satisfying clang. Chips fly off. A little of her dark mood flies away with them.

Yes. This is definitely the way to go.

 

[Britwitch]

It's been a productive day. The path is clear. And so is her mind.

She's been a busy little witch, in various ways, since night has fallen and now all she can do is sit and wait for the outcome.

Tea cradled in hands, fire crackling merrily and a book resting on her knees.

To her, there's no better place to sit and wait...

 

[Britwitch]

Something for me to remember...

 

[Miss_Vivi]

Something for me to remember...

Reposting so my sister doesn't forget.
And I don't either.

might also have left a few flowers in her sister's pillows for her to sleep on something sweet.

 

[Britwitch]

Spring is here. Finally.
Sunshine and warmth.

Buds on the trees and flowers starting to sprout - they're late but they're coming. That's all that matters.

Sipping homemade lemonade with ice cubes tinkling while sitting in the garden.

Love it.

 

[Britwitch]

 

[Britwitch]

For my love and what he's going through today...

 

[Noon_Shadow]

He's strolling on a stone pathway, beneath the cool shade of oak and maple trees stretching out their branches. A few leaves crunch underfoot beneath his black shoes. It's approaching the hottest part of the day, the sun glaring down between gaps in the trees, but a very gentle breeze keeps it comfortable enough in the shade. Just as well, as it's cool to keep him from sweating in his summer suit. He grins to himself wicked as he steps off the path, knowing exactly where he is going, and why he is visiting her.

He trudges through the grass, watching his steps just enough to avoid trampling on any budding flowers, before he stops in front of the door, smoothing down his suit. He tries the door. She really should leave this door locked a bit more. Though alone by herself in the woods like this, a lock would only keep unwanted visitors at bay for a short time. No neighbors-no one to call, no one to run to. Not that she was going to run away from him, even if she really should, on occasion. He pushed the door in and glanced around, a wicked on his lips. His voice is soft. Come out, come out, wherever you are... He chuckles.

 

[Britwitch]

Sunbathing was on the agenda for the day.

A dress that would easily allow her to even out her developing tan across her shoulders with a gentle nudge of fabric down onto upper arms. The hemline dancing around her knees and would mean the sun could reach her thighs with little effort on her part. She had a book, the spine well worn and obviously read many a time, in one hand and was obviously looking for something as she wandered around the inside of the small cottage she thought of as her home from home. She was looking for her sun hat and couldn't see it anywhere.

The sun was hot outside and the peace of her garden was calling to her. If she didn't find it soon she'd go without. Angle herself near a shady spot to keep her head out of the sun's glare.

Then she spotted it.

Sticking out from the behind the couch, where it must have slipped down onto the floor. Her book was dropped onto the table and she skirted around an armchair to kneel down and reach between couch and an incidental table to try and get hold of the hat's brim.

Almost...almost within reach when a most unexpected sound cut through her attempts.

Come out, come out, wherever you are...

The sound of a voice was unexpected but the voice itself was not unknown.
She froze and rose up on her knees slightly. Eyes eventually peeking over the top of the table to see him stood there. Looking straight at her.

Hi...

 

[Noon_Shadow]

He saw her head peeking up from over the edge of the couch. He tried to read her eyes. She had to have known that he was going to be dropping by eventually, but there was still a bit of surprise in them. He grinned as he looked into that lovely face, showing some freckles for the summer, with her short hair coming down past her ears. He strolled over closer as she half squeaked out a greeting for him. Hi.... He gave her a laugh as he stood by the table and glanced down at her, leering down at the cleavage she was flashing in her dress. His hand dropped to rest on her head.

"Well, a good start. On your knees already. I guess you really are a slut, aren't you? Kneeling down even when you're all alone." He laughs wickedly as he looks down at her face, his fingers gripping her hair and tugging, tilting her head back to make her peer up at him, arching her chest out. He watched her face for the moment, seeing the emotions playing out there at finding him back in her cottage after a very extended absence. His tongue wet his lips as he studied her, remembering some of her their past encounters. "You already thinking about sucking on my hard cock again, like you did before?" He tightens his grip on her hair, balling it up in his fist to keep her from getting away.

"We're going to have such a delightful time together. We've got to make up for lost time, after all." He felt his cock growing slightly harder in his pants, and he used his grip on her hair to tug her forward so that he cheek nuzzled up against it. He owed the witch one, for sure. Seeing her now like this, he'd made up his mind. He really was going to fuck her brains out. He had avoided turning her into a whimpering, drooling mess in the past, but he was not going to let her off easy today. He reached down with his other hand, cupping her chin, and then jerking her up to her feet, standing in front of him. He pushed into her so that her hips were caught between him and the couch. His hand came down to wrap around her neck as he gave her another tug on her hair. "Now give Noon a kiss, why don't you?" he growled, threateningly.

 

[Britwitch]

All of a sudden he was before her. Putting her between him and the furniture, placing him squarely between her and the door. A hand rose to rest on the arm of the couch, ready to help her push herself up on to her feet but his hand was quicker.

"Well, a good start. On your knees already. I guess you really are a slut, aren't you? Kneeling down even when you're all alone."
Cheeks pinked before a hand shot out to tangle in her hair and hold her still. Hold her there. On her knees.

"You already thinking about sucking on my hard cock again, like you did before?"
A whimper now at the increased tug, the fresh pulls and the fresh spikes of discomfort in her scalp force her eyes to drop to his crotch, no matter how hard she tried not to. Stomach jerking at the sight of a swelling within his pants.

"We're going to have such a delightful time together. We've got to make up for lost time, after all."
She felt him pull her towards him. Hardening flesh beneath expensive fabric against her face. She tried not to inhale his scent, tried not to let it affect her. She tried.

Lips parted to try and reply, try and appease, maybe distract but again he was quicker. Onto her feet less than delicately and once more held unquestionably in place. Hips tested but barely moved, just as she knew would be the case. Her height no match for his taller, broader, stronger frame.

"Now give Noon a kiss, why don't you?"
Words wouldn't help. She knew that. Clever phrases and coy statements would only make things worse.

"Of...of course..."
A nod and a slight intake of breath before she leant towards him, the hand on her throat making it hard to concentrate and, as much as she wanted to deny it, making the heat between her thighs increase, like it or not.

Lips found his and she kissed him. Eyes closed and memories of past visits flashed through her mind. Ropes and clamps, whimpers and sighs, taunts and torment. Skin marked and flushed. She whimpered against his mouth as the feelings his visits brought out rushed to the surface.

She didn't doubt for a second that he meant to do all he said, all that he wanted. All he said and probably more. Just as she didn't doubt she would let him. Because even though she might try to deny it, she wanted those things too.

 

[Noon_Shadow]

His fingers wrapped around her neck as he held her by the throat. He looked down into those delicious blue eyes, and he could practically see the gears turning behind them. His fingers slightly moved against her neck, stroking and caressing her skin lightly while acting threatening all at once. He held her face just a few inches from his own as he asked for his kiss. The hand in her hair had dropped down and was dragging against her shoulder, moving down her side, very blatantly studying her body. She finally answered him in a small voice. "Of...of course..."

He chuckled at her. "What, no witty retort? No coy wordplay? Not even a weak protest? You're going to take all the fun out of it for me, hon." He shrugged as she took a ragged breath and then leaned in toward him, pressing her soft lips up against his own. Her eyes closed into the chaste kiss, but he wasn't letting her get away with anything nearly so tame. He used his grip on her throat to pull her harder up against his face as he parted her mouth with his tongue, sliding his lips against hers. His kiss is hungry, possessive, and his tongue practically fucks her mouth. It should be a familiar enough sensation for her. He's had her head bobbing on his cock before. He would have her doing so again, shortly.

His knee forced her thighs apart, the hem of her dress dragging up her thighs as he spreads her legs. Her little sundress was hardly much protection against his attentions anyway. His teeth bit down into her lip as he pushed his body flush against hers, feeling her chest pressing against his. He felt her whimpering against his mouth, and the sound of it made his cock twitch. He loved making this one whimper for him, in that sultry sexy voice of hers. His hand lowered down to cup her breast through her dress, knowing how sensitive her nipples were. He dragged his palm around, roughly handling her tit while his fingers lightly teased into her nipple until he felt it stiffen up for him obediently. Of course she hadn't worn a bra beneath her dress. He broke the kiss with a laugh, looking down at her face.

"And as responsive and needy as ever, I see. Already thinking about my cock spreading open your pussy?" He growled at her and then his hand reached around behind her to clap down on her ass. He smacked her, twice, through her sundress, hard enough to let the ringing sound fill the small cottage. He watched her face. "What makes you think it's going to be that easy? We've still got a lot of day ahead of us." He gave another growl, looking down at her, and she could see that there was a dangerous light in his eyes. He used the hand on her throat to tilt he backward, until he roughly threw her body down onto the couch. He quickly pounced on top of her, pinning her body down beneath him, his lips pressing up against her ear.

"Maybe that's what you want, too? Maybe you really are just a toy to be used." He growled into her ear low, as his hand slid down her body, cupping her thigh, and gradually tracing his fingers up as he leaned down to start nibbling against her neck.

 

[Britwitch]

She knew he'd kiss her back. She knew she'd be breathless in a matter of moments. The hand on her throat drawing her closer and sending pulses of unwanted excitement racing through her. She tried to respond but that wasn't really required. Her participation was optional at this point. She knew what he wanted, what they both wanted. Hands rose, partly through instinct, to push lightly against his abdomen. Feeling the need to breathe rapidly overtaking that submissive streak that almost overwhelmed her with the right people.

A whimper, more breath wasted, as he bit her. Making her tremble and bolstering his confidence. Not that it needed it. Another sound then, lower and from somewhere deeper inside as large hand found large breast. Nipple hardening with humiliating speed, pushing wantonly between his fingers, begging for attention. Just like the rest of her.

"And as responsive and needy as ever, I see. Already thinking about my cock spreading open your pussy?"
"I..." One word, barely even that, was all she managed before his hand silenced her attempt at replying and turn her speech into two short, sharp yelps of surprise.
"What makes you think it's going to be that easy? We've still got a lot of day ahead of us."
"I don't. I just-" No more talking. A tighter hold on her neck, thrilling and worrying her in equal measures. A few seconds of respite was all she had, barely time to really register that she was now upon her back, looking up at the dark beams that crossed the ceiling above her before he filled her vision once more and her body was held fast beneath him.

"Maybe that's what you want, too? Maybe you really are just a toy to be used."
She wriggled under him, slowly wandering fingers causing nervous tingles to dance across her skin. Making it hard to focus on his words, the nibbles of his lips almost sweet in their teasing were it not for the hint of menace in his voice almost robbed her of all coherent thought entirely.

"I...Maybe I am..." She groaned, fingers curling into upholstery. "But...if we have all day...what's the rush?" She needed to slow him down. Slow this down. Or try at least. "You can see how much you affect me, sense how much I want what you do...it's been a long time since I had anyone here, a long time indeed since you were last here..." She managed to keep her tone vaguely calm. "Why rush...? Why not let me give you the welcome you deserve?"

If she could get out from under him, get some space between them, she had the slimmest chance of managing to at least keep track of what was going on. She knew he had her where he wanted her and, given the location of her cottage and his knowledge of her and her nature, it would take little effort on his part to get her wherever and however else he wanted. That wouldn't be changed by her making them both something to drink...but she might be able to delay it marginally. Take back a smidgen of control before even that was beyond her grasp.

She wanted him. He wanted her. That he'd strolled so confidently into her home, with one clear purpose, made that quite clear. The only thing that was still unsure was just how he wanted her and for how long.

 

[Noon_Shadow]

The reason he couldn't help but grope at her breasts at almost every opportunity was because they were so delightfully responsive whenever he wanted them to be. It was almost amusing how quickly her nipple hardened up for him beneath his probing fingers. Her sensitivity had to be both a blessing and curse to her body. But it was one of his favorite things about her-that, and the way her cheeks could still blush for him despite all their previous wicked encounters. And the way her voice delicious yelped at the smacks on her ass. He was hoping to drag her down into that abyss where pleasure and pain became intermixed and confused, and she wanted them both equally...since she wouldn't recognize the different any more.

It took her a second to even recognize that she was on her back and that he was on top of her. His hand rested on her chest again, his palm cupping and rolling her breast around in his hand, caressing it as he did. He was taking the time to enjoy her body. His other hand was on her thigh as her dress was already being hiked well up her thighs. Her body wriggled around beneath his-, uncertain whether it wanted to escape him or embrace him. His lips were lightly and playful on her neck, taking their time. "I...Maybe I am...But...if we have all day...what's the rush?" He barked a quick laugh as he looked down into her, and locked his eyes with hers, holding his face up over hers. His knee shoved forward and forced her thighs apart around it, nearly pinning down her crotch upon the sofa with the gesture. "My dear Witch...if I was in a real hurry...I'd have you bent over this couch right now with my cock inside you. I know you'd be wet and ready for it."

She was still trying to keep her voice calm as her fingers curled down on either side of her, looking for something to hold on to. She had to know that she was going to lose the use of her hands before this was over. His smile was sinister as he face continued to loom over hers, his breath hot against her mouth. The hand on her thigh continue to drag higher, hiking her skirt up all the way to her hips, baring her long thighs into the room. He squeezed her leg as he caressed it, his rough palm moving up and down her soft, yielding skin. His other hand could feel her hard nipple reacting to his roaming touch beneath her dress. "Why rush...? Why not let me give you the welcome you deserve?" He closed his finger around the outline of that nipple, fingers pinching down on it, and tugging on it as he leaned down to her ear, with a whisper. "It's cute that you think this might end any time remotely soon...slut." The last word slips out carefully, with added emphasis to sink it in deeper. He continues tugging on her nipple, stretching it out further

"I'll tell you want, if you want to make me some fucking tea, maybe I'll let you. Tomorrow morning." He lets go of that nipple, allowing her flesh to recoil slightly. Then his hand grabs at the neckline of her dress and tugs, the straps sliding down to her shoulders and slightly confining her arms for the moment. Her breasts spring free for him. He glances down at her lovely, ample breasts, seeing that the nipple hasn't been playing with is equally hard, aching for attention, begging for the same mistreatment. He pinches on it as well and then starts pulling on it, stretching it out. He really does treat her body as his toy, and he only drives that point home by sliding his other hand up her thigh and then sliding his hand into her panties to caress her wet sex. Fingers moving against her lips and he feels her squirming for him. He released her breast again, licking his lips as he watched it recoil for him, listening to the interrupted sounds of her breathing. His body then laid forward onto her, putting his weight down. Two fingers parted her sex, and then curled up quickly into her pussy as he rested his other hand on her hip.

"Heck, I don't even know if you could, right now. Do you think you could focus long enough to pour me a cup of your fucking tea while your cunt is this sopping wet for attention?" His voice is a growl as his head rests against the junction of her neck and shoulder, teeth pressing against her skin with every word. He nibbles on her in between words. His fingers begin finger-fucking her pussy, wickedly, with his hand inside of her innocent quite panties. He keeps his hand on her hip, monitoring her, making sure to push her to the brink of orgasm. But he's not going to let her reach it. "Frankly, we've got too many other things to do with our time." His thumb stroked at the hood of her clit, his fingers continuing to toy with her, as his teeth sank into her earlobe.

 

[Britwitch]

One day she'd say no. One day she'd fight and push and stand her ground.

Not this day it would seem. All too soon, all too easily she was on her back and at his mercy. Hands that should in all honesty be batting his away were uselessly by her sides. Hands that should be trying to put space between them, hands that should be making the most of the time they had to do what they wanted.

"My dear Witch...if I was in a real hurry...I'd have you bent over this couch right now with my cock inside you. I know you'd be wet and ready for it."

She wanted to argue but she couldn't. There was no point. He was right.

"It's cute that you think this might end any time remotely soon...slut. I'll tell you want, if you want to make me some fucking tea, maybe I'll let you. Tomorrow morning."

She could only whimper as large hands set to work, shifting her clothing to his liking, revealing inch after inch of freckled skin. Tugging material lower down her front until the swells of her chest were bared to his hungry gaze, each tipped with a very hard, very tingly nipple. Her back arched up from the couch as nipple was pulled mercilessly. Tender flesh growing elongated, lifting the heavier flesh of her breast beneath it. Jaw tensed slightly before he released it.

Then a groan and blue eyes flutter shut for a few long moments as his hand pushes up between her legs and delves beneath dampened fabric to sodden flesh beneath. She was just about to sigh when long fingers suddenly shifted their position and thrust up inside her. Eyes were suddenly wide open and hands leapt into action. One bracing against his shoulder, one grabbing uselessly onto his wrist - as if she thought that action would slow his hand's motion.

"Heck, I don't even know if you could, right now. Do you think you could focus long enough to pour me a cup of your fucking tea while your cunt is this sopping wet for attention?"

She can hear her sex, welcoming his fingers all too willingly. Her hips twitching under the ministrations of his thumb, it's dance over her clit. She wants to hold on to her control, to show him she's not that easy to control, not that easy to read.

But she is.

To him. To a few. The knowledge is easily gathered and all too effectively employed. Buttons and switches all too simple to flip. She knew she could say 'no' and she knew, deep down, he would stop if it came to that. But they also both knew that she wouldn't.

"Frankly, we've got too many other things to do with our time."

"Oh...oh fuck..." Her grip tightened on his wrist, the other pushed harder against his shoulder. Neither did anything of any value but at least in her mind she could tell herself that she tried.

She didn't try hard. And she didn't come close to succeeding. But then, she didn't really want to.

Her face was growing more and more flushed as she began to writhe under him, or as much as she could with the pressure of him on top of her. Her body was starting to tremble and her breathing growing shakier but she was almost certain that release would be a long time in coming.

He wanted her wanton and wanting. A wet mess, a mess for him. And as she found herself feeling the first waves of an impending orgasm rippling through her, she knew he would get exactly what he wanted.

"Please..." The answer she already knew, but she had to ask. Beg. "Oh fuck, please...please let me..." Fingers digging into his wrist, tone desperate and eyes seeking his. "Please let me cum..."

 

[Noon_Shadow]

She was already wet, slick for him by the time his fingers had penetrated her. She just couldn't herself, not when it came to this. His eyes met hers accusingly then, attempting to burn the shame into her, but she was beyond that. Her cheeks flushed, but not at all from embarrassment. She grabbed at his wrists but she didn't push it away, holding it in place while her hips began to grind up against him. Her nipples were hard little pebbles that pressed up against his shirt as she writhed for him. He leaned down to smother her mouth with his, and despite the hand she pitifully pressed up against his shoulder, he found her mouth willingly returning the kiss.

His thumb dragged against the hood of her clit again, and he felt the way her hips bucked for him. She was starting to ride this out now-already succumbing to it. "Oh...oh fuck..." She was crying out already in helpless pleasure. His favorite kind, the kind that she couldn't do a fucking thing about. She took an unsteady breath, trying to maintain some composure, but her hips were moving of their own accord now, and she was growing increasingly juicy with every little stimulation of her body at his hand. Her head was thrown back and he leaned down to her exposed neck to sample her flesh, his lips nibbling and then biting against her sensitive flesh, making her head nearly shake in denial as she was falling further and further. As her breath caught in a whimper, he felt that sudden, subtle twitch of her hips that told him she was approaching the edge, and he stopped his caresses. His finger remained inside of her pussy, but his knee pressed down against her hip to keep her from grinding up against his hand, denying her the ability to get her release. Her baby eyes sought his pleadingly in desperation.

"Oh fuck, please...please let me...Please let me cum..."

He looked her in the eye, holding her gaze as she pleaded with him for the moment, her body helplessly trying to push itself up to that needed orgasm. He studied her for a moment...and then erupted with laughter. "Cum? Already? Christ, you've turned into a greedy, spoiled slut. I wonder who has been spoiling you, hmm?" His free hand came across and slapped her across the face roughly as he kept her pinned down. "Do you remember? If you want me to make you cum, you have to earn it. What makes you think you've earned it, slut?" He moved his hand up to her neck and closed it around it slightly, just enough to put a little bit of pressure on the airflow. He looked into her eyes. "What's that? I can't hear you!"

He sighed and then shook his head at her as his hand released her throat, and then his other hand pulled out of her damp, messy panties. He crawled off of her and then hauled her up to her feet, her dress haggardly hanging off of her figure with her breasts still dangling out of it. It was quite the sexy delight for the eyes-she was a beautiful and sexy woman at her worst, and at times like this, when she was hot, needy, and flushed, she was pure sex candy. Irresistible for someone like him to prey upon. He grabbed her hands and yanked them behind her back, pulling her up with him and shoving her toward the bedroom. "We're going to need a place to put your ass down for a while, slut." He gave her another slap on her soft bottom as he pushed her into the room, shoving her down on the bed and shutting the door behind him. He leaned back against the door, straightening up his shirt and jacket, patting it down flat, attempting to regain his pristine appearance, while menacingly looming over her.

"Why the fuck are you still wearing that? Take off that dress. Hurry-naked."