Britwitch's Cottage

[Britwitch]

"Cum? Already? Christ, you've turned into a greedy, spoiled slut. I wonder who has been spoiling you, hmm?"
The sudden, unexpected, sting across her cheek robbed her of her breath and, in turn, the ability to reply. She could feel the heat spreading over her face, knowing that section would be redder within moments than the rest of her face.

"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?"
"I..." She managed to snatch a breath and begin to reply that she was more than willing to do what she needed, to do what he wanted, in order for her to earn it but she didn't get chance. She gulped quietly as a hand landed on her throat and squeezed ever so slightly.
"What's that? I can't hear you!"
The dismissive shake of his head was enough to make her whimper. That her reply wasn't needed in the slightest. Her opinion in that moment didn't matter.

Then she was on her feet and they were moving. She went so far as to start to lift her hands to try and rearrange her clothing, to put it into something resembling the way it had been but his hands caught them and held them tightly behind her as he pushed her towards her bedroom. Legs unsteady from the closeness of the orgasm he had denied her.

"We're going to need a place to put your ass down for a while, slut."

She bounced slightly as he put her down less than delicately. Closing the foot and straightening his own smart appearance as if to highlight the state she was in. The state he had gotten her in.

"Why the fuck are you still wearing that? Take off that dress. Hurry-naked."
"Sorry," She murmured, quickly rising to her feet and easing the dress the rest of the way down her torso. Stomach and hips, then thighs all revealed as the dress slipped down to the floor, followed after the briefest pause by panties. Wet and pretty much ruined.

Naked. While he was fully dressed. He hadn't even loosened his tie. That fact alone made her hold back on another whimper. Another reminder of their parts in this, their positions. A clear example of where the power lay. Where it always did.

She stood before him, naked and trembling. Needy and knowing she'd do whatever he said if it meant getting what she wanted.

 

[Noon_Shadow]

She'd gone quiet now. Apparently the red mark on her cheek was reminding her that she couldn't talk her way out of this. Or perhaps she was just too ashamed to try to say anything. But she didn't appear to have that much shame left in her, as she barely hesitated at all in stripping down for him. She was flushed red with her excitement, her breath still coming shallow and rapid. He watched her breasts rising and falling, her nipples upright and begging for attention as she waited patiently. He licked his lips momentarily and then glanced out the window. The sun had barely moved in the sky since he had arrived-there was still plenty of daylight left. And it had apparently taken no time at all to gain her compliance. It was time to see how far he could push that compliance.

He stepped closer, and he could feel her eyes on him. She was nervous, not knowing what awaited, knowing it wouldn't be good...but he knew that she also really wanted it. He could smell it on her. The room would reek of sex by the time he walked out of here, he knew. He loved that sweet scent. He brushed up against her, feeling her flinch, and then slipped around behind her. He pressed against her back, letting her feel the bulge of his cock in his pants nestled up against her ass. He gripped her hair in his hand and tugged, tilting her head back to rest against his shoulder while his other hand wrapped around her to roughly handle her chest. "You cut your hair too, slut, and now I don't have as much to grip," he snarled. He began tweaking and twisting those nipples that had seemed to cry out for his touch a moment ago. His mouth pressed against her ear. "You like to act like a sweet little girl out here with your quaint lifestyle, don't you?"

His hips lightly pressed against her ass, rocking slightly, reasserting his hard cock against her from behind. His lips nipped lightly at her neck, knowing her vulnerability to stimulation there. He knew just where her hot buttons were, having carefully and steadily unearthed most of them previously. She couldn't keep such information from him. "But you'll prove to be quite the shameless little slut for me, won't you?" He gave her nipple a harder twist then, pulling it his grip. "Go on, answer." His hand released her nipple and then trailed down her stomach to her pussy, finding her wet and stopping for him once again. His hand cupped against her crotch and lifted upward, supporting her weight in his palm against her cunt. His fingers were growing messy with her juices. He dragged his fingers against the lips of her pussy, then lifted his hand to smear her juices against her right nipple, then repeated the process to her left as well. Then he let go of her hair, pushing her forward until she was bent over, catching herself with her hands against the bed. "And that's what makes my cock hard."

He spread her legs lightly, kicking them apart with his feet, and then ground his hips up against the bud of her asshole. He was debating fucking her ass later, just to see if she would even protest. He pressed his hand back down against her pussy and resumed skillfully manipulating it, fingers stroking against her, lightly stimulating her clit, before his finger pushed back inside of her. "Still need to cum, slut?" He began loosening his tie with his left hand as he kept teasing her with his right.

 

[Britwitch]

She watched him, watching her. Saw the path his eyes took over her exposed frame, could hazard a guess as to some of the thoughts running through his mind on the journey.

Breath caught momentarily in her throat as he moved, wincing almost before she could stop herself. The heat in her cheek and jaw reminding her of his strength, and the limits of his patience. She could feel him, the tension riding just below his skin; almost smell the need that matched her own. Then she could feel him. Tightly pressing up against her, pushing arrogantly into her rear, announcing it's presence with a silent authority.

"You cut your hair too, slut, and now I don't have as much to grip,"
"I...I'm sorry," She wasn't sure what else to say. The wicked pulling on her hair served to arch her spine and push her chest forward, into the waiting grasp of his fingers. Every twist, every pull, making her squirm on her feet. His tone as powerful as his grip.
"You like to act like a sweet little girl out here with your quaint lifestyle, don't you?"
A lustily sound dribbled from parted lips as his own found that particular spot on her neck that seemed to render her almost senseless. Her hips pushed back slightly against his own rocking ones.

"But you'll prove to be quite the shameless little slut for me, won't you?"
She yelped as the hold on her nipple grew crueller, making her rise up onto her toes to try and lessen the painful pull on the sensitive flesh. It didn't work.
"Go on, answer."
She took a shaky breath to try and do as he said, trembling as tormented nipple was released but that breath was quickly wasted at the feel of his hand between her legs. Expelled in a whine of...something...as he lifted her up by her crotch, forcing pressures against the wet flesh that made it hard to even remember what his statement had been.

"I...I'll do what you want." It was at times like this she almost didn't recognise her voice. The control, the steady tone, was rapidly leaving her. Flowing from her body just as her body's arousal flowed onto his waiting palm. Cheeks flared with heat as she felt the dampness being dragged over her nipples, first one hardened peak then the other was decorated.

A quiet gasp as she was pushed forward, the sudden motion catching her unawares and sending her down towards the bed and leaving her bent over at the waist with arms extended beneath her to hold her face up from the covers.

"I'll do, and be, whatever you want. Just please...please let me please you."
"And that's what makes my cock hard."
She felt him against her again. Close, too close, and pushing himself ever closer. There was a wave of humiliation that once again she was naked and in such a position when he was fully dressed and in, practically, full control of the situation. A wave of humiliation, that brought an unwanted wave of desire. It was that feeling of helplessness that she craved so much, that feeling he gave to her so effectively and that she knew he enjoyed as much as she did. It might make him hard, but it made her this squirming, wanton thing that would do almost anything for a touch, a chance to taste.

Her back arched anew, initially up towards the ceiling above them as his finger pushed inside and then down towards the bed, tilting her hips and all but offering herself to him. Up above their heads, driven into a beam, a hook shone in the gloom. A memento of his last visit. She had tried many times to remove it but it was just too high for her to reach.

"Still need to cum, slut?"
She nodded, shortened hair falling down into her eyes as she raised her head to reply. Fingers curling into the bedding as her hips pushed down onto his hand, trying to increase that feeling of being filled. By him.

That one finger, coupled with the position, and his voice already pushing her rapidly down the path of no return.
"Oh yes!" It was embarrassing how much of an understatement that was. She didn't need to, she was desperate to. "Oh please...please...let me cum for you..."

 

[Noon_Shadow]

Her sexy voice was always something that drew him in. She was very easy on the eyes, but listening to the little whines and panting noises that she made when she was in heat, that was what truly made her a favorite playmate. She was making so many of them now for him, trying to keep her balance as her hips were rocking into his palm, gyrating for him. It was like she was putting a little show for him as she did, but that wasn't here goal. The fact that she was in this state and completely unconcerned about the effect it was having on him, that was precisely enough to make his cock twitch inside of his pants. Her breasts were dangling and swaying as she moved, and he could smell her arousal as he played with her. But her trials were still just beginning.

"Oh please...please...let me cum for you..." He did love his little power trips. The one he was on right now was not exactly little, though. Certainly not the way things were going. His hand had loosened his tie knot, and he pulled it down far enough to slip around his head. The sturdy but slender double-windsor...he laughed as he looked down at her, seeing how close her body was to completely collapsing, her legs slightly unsteady, and completely at his mercy. With a barked laugh, he wrapped his necktie down around her head and pulled the knot tight against her throad. Then he tugged back gently on it pull her head back, straightening her up as his other hand slid free of her pussy, still coated in her juices. His mouth pressed to her ear as her ass pressed against the tent in his pants. "Not until I say, slut." He then flicked his tongue out to caress the bottom lobe of her ear.

He kept his hand on his necktie now, successfully utilizing it as a leash. He kept pulling on it tight enough to keep just a light pressure against her throat, enough to make her extra aware of her breathing without really restricting her airflow. His own breath was hot against her ear. His hips pressed against the outline of her ass once again as he ran his free hand along her stomach, tracing up her body until he grabbed roughly at her breasts. He squeezed down on them, pulling, and then his hand slapped each one, an echo of the red mark against her cheek to be left on them. Then his hand pushed down on her shoulder, forcing her down to her knees, and he pulled on his tie to turn her around to face him.

As she knelt in front of him, his hand lightly pressed through her hair, stroking it affectionately, even while he grabbed her hair to tilt her head back to look up at him. "You want my cock, don't you?" She was on an eye level with it, with the bulge in his pants. He pulled her face up against it for a brief moment. "Then free it. Pull my cock out of my pants." He watched as she complied with his request, letting himself get caught up int he feel of her hands moving on his groin, on the intent look in her eye. As she freed it, he stroked her head again, and grinned wickedly, his voice dropping a bit softer..."That's my good girl.." Her head started to lean in close, just momentaily, but he pulled it away with a jerk on her new leash.

"No. Ask first. Ask, and then you may taste it." He awaited her reply quietly, watching her, before giving a slightly nod, his cock giving another slight twitch at the tone of her voice, the feel of her breath near it.

"Yes you may."

 

[Britwitch]

Her focus, her grip on her own control, was seriously slipping with each movement of his hand against in, inside her. Then just as she drew breath to beg anew the situation changed yet again, and not for the better. At least. Not for her.

There was a brief flash of colours before her eyes, blues and red, and then pressure on her neck. Not enough to frighten, or to worry, but enough to make her writhing stop momentarily, although the feel of the cool silken strip that she presumed had to be his tie against her skin was more than enough to send a fresh pulse through her trembling form.

Then the pressure increased, a backwards and an upwards pull on the tie bringing her up from the bed to stand. His hand leaving her and making her whine again as a result.
"Not until I say, slut." Damn him.
The pressure remained, tight and ever present but not cutting off air - at least, not yet. Making her feel each breath, making her painfully aware of how close to losing control over even that was dangerously close. Keeping her there, keeping her against him as his free hand moved over her front.

The hardness against her rear told her he was enjoying himself, but so did his tone, his words, his eyes when she'd seen them. She could almost picture the grin on his face when his hand reached her chest and was far from gentle with the generous swells. She couldn't stand still, yelping loudly with each stinging slap. Her voice louder, much louder, than it had been thus far. Nipples throbbing from the strikes as the hand moved and pushed down, the tie guiding her to turn. Her eyes watered slightly but they soon found themselves looking at his groin from this new, yet all too familiar, position.

Fingers through her hair - how well he knew her - making her head tip towards his hand to try and elongate the connection. The connection which rapidly intensified into a grip and a tug to bring their eyes in alignment.
"You want my cock, don't you?"
"Oh yes. Yes please." He pushed her face against the tented fabric before it, and she couldn't help but nuzzle it slightly, as much as his hold would allow. Licking her lips with anticipation.

"Then free it. Pull my cock out of my pants."
She didn't need telling twice. As much as her pussy ached to be filled, or even just touched, by him there was a new ache now. The desire, the need, to taste. Fingers found the opening and fastening to his light coloured pants, parting cloth and delving into the darkness beyond to find firm flesh and draw it out into the light. Her touch was light, careful as she cradled him against her palm. Looking up into his face, desperate now. Again with the stroking, again with the tipping of her head.

"That's my good girl.." She smiled softly with cheeks pinking as those two little, and ridiculously powerful, words were said. She parted her lips, starting to lean towards her prize when the tie was pulled and her head tugged back to where he wanted it. That fleeting pressure around her throat forcing her thighs to press that little bit tighter together. She swallowed, feeling the tie - the makeshift collar and lead - pressing back as a warning.

"No. Ask first. Ask, and then you may taste it."
"I'm sorry." She was quick to apologise, hands dropping to rest against his thighs as she asked. "Please, can I taste you?" Pink tongue moistened paler pink lips. "Let me taste you, and please you."

"Yes you may."
She moved quickly in case he changed his mind. Leaning forward, against the pull of the tie, and ran her tongue from head to balls and back again. Dragging with as little speed as she could manage to draw out the journey as much as possible. Then lips parted, tongue swirled softly around the head and then she took in him into her mouth.

Sighing with a fair degree of volume as his taste danced on her tongue. That masculine taste that was him and him alone. The weight of him rested there too, knowing she had but a fraction of him in her mouth and yet she reveled in his size. Drawing in her cheeks to suck more firmly, tongue stroking him almost constantly.

And so here she was. On her knees for him and sucking him dutifully. Naked as the day she was born save for the tie around her neck, skin decorated with hints of red from his hand - her cheek, her chest - and as she began to bob her head back and forth, gradually increasing the amount of him in her mouth, she couldn't help but wonder how else she might be marked before he had had his fill of her. Before his desires were satisfied. If they ever were...

And those wonderings made an already moist mouth water further for him.

He tasted good. He felt even better.

Damn. She was in serious trouble. Again.

 

[Noon_Shadow]

He gave a soft grunt, beneath his breath, at the teasingly slow way she dragged her tongue up against his length. This was an aspect of her would never forget, just how good a cocksucker she could be. And just how much she liked it. Her lips were warm and supple as she pressed them against him. His hand reached down to pet the back of her head, stroking her like he was so much of his obedient pup. Well, perhaps more accurately, his own little sex kitten, going along with his will because her body wouldn't let her escape. He gripped a fist in her hair to add that bit of pressure and resistance for her to work against, while looking down at her with his eyes locking with her blue orbs as she lowered her lips down along his length.

The eye contact was sensual. And it also helped to point out the stark difference between their present circumstances-her eyes watching his for approval, his own neutral and refusing to her anything, making her work harder and harder to earn it. "Now show me that you want me to make you cum." She sucked him, cheeks caving in, bobbing her head against him as she stared up toward his face. he forced his breathing to regulate even against the skillful administration of her tongue and mouth against him. His cock was practically throbbing viscerally in her mouth. Her body was bouncing for him in her ministrations with her breasts proudly displayed, red marks around throbbing hard nipples. And those lips and tongue moving, never staying still, playing him perfectly. She knew how to make him cum, and she was working to do it. This was the most freedom of activity he'd allowed her since he had arrived. "There's a good slut..."

Until he stopped her, both hands on the sides of her head, gripping her. She knew what was coming them, and he gave her a couple of seconds to prepare, before he pulled her head down all the way on his length, feeling the head of his cock pushing into the back of her throat, feeling it tighten down on him. He took the control back then, and slowly pulled his cock out to let her catch a breath, before pushing back into her. He kept his pace slow. He was in control now, and letting her know it, as he held her, taking his time to fuck her face. Simply using her to keep his cock warm and wet for the moment. And loving the sounds of her ragged inhaling.

Finally he peeled her away from his cock with soft, audible pop. There was a strand of pre cum smeared against her lips. He smiled at her then. The first truly non-threatening smile he had given her since he arrived. But it soon turned into a wicked grin. She was yanked up by her hair and by her leash quickly, his body possessively pressing against her as he kissed her mouth, biting down on her bottom lip and then pulling away from it, tugging on it, his big palm cupping her ass and squeezing. He let her feel the momentary sensation of his hard cock pressed against her moist thigh before another flurry of motion saw her shoved onto her back on the bed. His hands reached down to tuck his cock back into his pants, at least for the moment, before he was on top of her, pinning her to the bed with his body. He spread her thighs enough to put his knee down right on her pussy, the weight of him pushing down against her wetness and keeping her in place, while he grabbed her hands, pinning them up behind her. "Now just to make sure the good behavior continues, we're going to need to get your hands out of the way." The bars on the headboard are just too perfect as a place to lash down her wrists, keeping them up next to her head and out of the way. He ties them down a bit tighter than he probably needs to, but only because he intends to keep her in place for quite a long time. And just for good measure, his necktie is looped around the headboard and tied off as well, to keep her head from moving too far.

He takes a moment to enjoy the feel of her squirming underneath him. Her body is so delightfully voluptuous that the feel of her moving for him at all is always sufficient to make his cock hard, even if she hadn't already been sucking on it. His hand drops down between her thighs once again to test the waters...so to speak. He holds his head close to her neck, close to the leash he has her on, to whisper into her ear-in a voice meant just for her. "Mmm, good, you're still nice and wet for me. You are a hungry slut." A soft kiss placed on her neck as he teasingly moved his fingers around on her pussy. "Perfect...you can hear how wet you are." He pulled away from her with an evil, ominous grin, sliding off the bed. He gives a quick, evil look, forboding what's the come...before he leaves the room.

He leaves her in there for a few moments, long enough to wonder just how long she'll be tied up, before he comes back in carrying something. Once he starts setting it up away from the bed can she discern what it is-a tripod. He cackles softly looking at her. "We're going to need to keep a visual record of this next part. You'll want to remember just how shameless you can be, don't you think?" He stepped out again and return a few seconds later with a quality digital camera, setting it in place, pointing at her splayed out figure on the bed, naked and glorious. "Or maybe I just like having you humiliated." He peeked over at her, adjusting the camera just slightly to make sure it caught her. "Smile, slut, you're on..." With that, the red record light came on, and he was approaching her side.

He dropped down to sit on the side of her bed, his hand lazily dropping down to rest on her thigh, tracing his fingers up and down as he watched her. "Now, for the record, why don't you start by telling me exactly what you want..."

 

[Britwitch]

"Now show me that you want me to make you cum."

She was just losing herself in the task at hand, sighing quietly at the feel of fingers in her hair - first stroking, then gripping - doing just what they needed to keep her teetering on the edge of that precipice, when suddenly those hands took hold of her head and stopped her.

"There's a good slut..."

There was an edge to his voice, something not totally unfamiliar, she managed to snatch a reflexive breath before he pulled sharply on her shortened hair and forced the entirety of him into her mouth. Her hands pushed on his thighs tentatively, knowing they won't make any difference but as her throat clenched around him. He withdrew and with watering eyes she drew in a shaky breath, seconds before he filled her mouth once again. She hacked around him, trying to ignore the panic that rose as the time he spent blocking her breathing drew out. Out and in. Release then reclaim. By the time he stopped she was breathless, with tear brightened eyes and a saliva smeared chin.

Then he smiled and the last few minutes seemed to fade slightly. She smiled back up at him, the warmth in the expression giving her that which she had been desperate for, a sign that she was doing what he wanted, that she was pleasing him. Then it was gone. A cloud covered the scene once again as she trembled in the shadow it cast he pulled her sharply onto her feet and now laid claim to her mouth.

Once again she found it hard to breathe. His lips, his teeth, using her mouth just as his cock had been doing. She felt his hand on her behind, holding and squeezing, almost as if he was exploring her, evaluating what was his. Heat and hardness probed her thigh and then between them, still wet from her mouth, and she felt her stomach tense with excitement.
But again it was a tease and before she really knew what was happening she was on her bed, pinned down with her arms up above her.

"Now just to make sure the good behavior continues, we're going to need to get your hands out of the way."
For the first time she struggled. The fight was won before it had started and her attempt at slowing him down was just a pointless waste of energy. She whimpered as her wrists were tied that fraction too tightly, then another slightly more panicky sound as the tie was tied too, pressure now constant around her neck.

Her cheeks burn as he stays on top of her, hand pushing easily between her legs, his breath hot against her ear.
"Mmm, good, you're still nice and wet for me. You are a hungry slut. Perfect...you can hear how wet you are."
He's right. You can. The sounds of arousal are undeniable as his fingers tease and torment that part of her that betrays her every time.

Then he's gone. She lifts her head to try and see where he's gone and only succeeds in testing the knotting of the tie. It pulls against her neck, making her gasp and demonstrating very clearly just how much power he now has. And how easily she gave it to him. Her hands pull and she hisses softly as the bonds don't move and all she does, if anything, is tighten them. She's struck. Trapped. She's right where he wants her, the only thing that isn't immediately clear is what is it he wants.

When he returns, part of that desire is abundantly clear. Blue eyes widen as the tripod is set up.
"We're going to need to keep a visual record of this next part. You'll want to remember just how shameless you can be, don't you think?"
"I don't...you can't..." She murmurs while her eyes remain fixed on the innocent looking stand. So focused is she on it that she barely notices him leave and return until his voice cuts through her stunned state and she notices the camera being attached and aimed at her.
"Or maybe I just like having you humiliated."
She forces herself to look away, closing her eyes and trying to put the reality out of her mind. It was all just a game, he was just proving a point. That he could and so he would.
"Smile, slut, you're on..."
"I'm what...?" She looked over just in time to see the little light flicker into life on the front of the camera.

She looked away quickly, embarassment rising as well as a new sense of uncertainty. Just what did he want the recording for and what was he going to make her do to make it worth recording.
"Now, for the record, why don't you start by telling me exactly what you want..."

Now was the time. A chance to say this was all him, all his desires. That she didn't want any of this, that she was being forced into it.

But that would be lying. Yes, she was bound to her own bed and unable to leave. But she'd let him do that to her. She hadn't fought, hadn't said no. She'd let him. Because she wanted this as much as he did. And that was what he wanted her to say, to admit.

She wet her lips and began, eyes looking anywhere but at the lens focused on her exposed flesh.

"I want you." She began, cheeks growing pinker by the second. "I want you to use me, to use me for your pleasure. I want your cock..." Her voice faltered ever so slightly. "...to taste it, to feel it." Her eyes found his and held his gaze un-waveringly as she added in a suddenly more level voice.

"I want you to do whatever you want."

 

[Noon_Shadow]

He stood behind the camera for the moment, watching her as she flushes with embarrassment. The truth of the matter is that she's no longer struggling against her bonds, pulling against them, her wrists held idly in place and her head resting comfortably in that shameful neckwear. Her little leash, by which she had allowed herself to be tied up. He zoomed in slightly to catch her face as she started speaking, purposely not looking directly at the camera, leaving the shot broad enough to catch the movements of her chest up and down as she breathed. "I want you..." The acoustics in the room were not perfect, but they were acceptable enough to catch every word of her confession. He zoomed back out away from her face to catch the full length of her sprawled out on the bed in the frame as she spoke.

"I want you to do whatever you want."

He smiled, leaving the camera frame as it was, the full length of the bed visible. He peeled off his jacket and hung it on the back of the nearby chair. "That's what I like to hear, slut." His voice is nearly cracking with his amusement. He undid the top button of his collar, and the buttons holding his sleeves together, rolling them up his forearms to the elbow. He reached down to pull his shirttails out of his pants, and then slipped his feet out of his shoes. He bent down to peel off his socks, feeling the cool wood of the floor against his feet. Then he reached for his belt, and his eyes locked on her as he took his time removing it, ominously. He folded it up in his grasp as he studied her eyes, her face, and folded it over slightly. "And if I want to beat you with this belt and leave red marks on your legs and ass for being a naughty slut? Do you want that also?"

He lightly struck his belt into his own palm, so the sound of it would reach her ears as he strode over. He was more casually dressed now, but still fully dressed next to her complete nudity. He sat down on the right side of the bed, his lip curling up wickedly. He held the belt still in his right hand, as his left hand reached out to rest against her thigh, tracing up and down her warm, soft skin. HE could sense her nervousness,, but also the intense arousal in the room as he looked down at how thoroughly he possessed her. Then the belt came down on the top of her left thigh. And then her right. Leaving solid red strips against her flesh. He then crawled onto the bed, between her legs, and lifted her thighs back. "Bend those knees, slut." Pushing her legs backward, spreading them, legs in the air, thighs spread wantonly, her wet sex shamefully gleaming for the camera. And then he smacked her again with the belt, against her ass and against the undersides of her thighs as he crawled on top of her.

"That's for becoming a greedy spoiled slut on me..." he growled. Then he leaned down to grab at her breasts, rolling them in his hands possessively. He pinched at her nipple, holding it between his fingers, before lowering his mouth to it and flicking his tongue against it, pulling it into his mouth. Then he pressed his teeth into it, enjoying how responsive her breasts always were to his affections. He pushed down against her hips, grinding the outline of his cock in his pants down against her pussy. Letting her feel the length of it sliding against her. He bit down on her nipple then, hard, sinking his teeth in and pulling, with a growl. "And that is for getting my pants dirty." But he continued to grind down against her, smearing her juices against his crotch as he moved into her, savaging her breasts, his palms squeezing them in his hands. He enjoyed the sounds she made for him, and the way she moved against him, making his cock twitch for her. That was the delight of all of this-making his cock twitch while she moaned in need.

He kissed down her stomach, then, his hands sliding against her thighs, keeping them lewdly spread as his tongue flicked against her navel, and then down, lowers, wickedly. He paused, the warm air of his breathing tickling against her sex. He ran one finger against her slit, tracing it up and down. "Now tell us for the record what you're feeling. What you are." He laughed wickedly as he lowered his mouth down to her wet pussy, giving it one flick with his tongue.

 

[Britwitch]

"That's what I like to hear, slut."
Clothes were coming off now. Not entirely, but enough to given an indication that the situation was going to change again. Eyes following his hands, as jacket slid from broad shoulders, as buttons were undone. Squirming as he slowly revealed his forearms. Another weak spot. Another tool in his arsenal.
Steadily he made himself look more comfortable, the final step of which was the removal of his belt. Her stomach tensing more and more as each inch slid from the loops that held it in place.

"And if I want to beat you with this belt and leave red marks on your legs and ass for being a naughty slut? Do you want that also?"
"I want whatever you want." She murmured before she was really aware of it. Eyes fixed on that strip of leather currently folded in his hands. "Even if it will hurt me considerably more than it will you..."
She jumped as the belt slapped against his palm. The sound louder than it should have been in the stillness of the cottage. She could tell there was little force behind the strike. She dreaded to think how loud it would be when he really swung it.

She twitched as he sat beside her. Warm hand caressing her thigh, the softness of the action in stark contrast to the smile that decorated his mouth and the threat that seemed to hang in the air. Suddenly she found out. A loud snap almost echoing before it was joined by a howl of surprised pain, then again it snapped. Marking both thighs with almost identical marks.

She was still recovering from the shock of what had happened, the camera catching every worried expression that shifted on her face. An expression that only intensified as he got onto the bed with her. Shifting until he was between her legs, lifting them.
"Bend those knees, slut."
And she did. No debate, no argument. Legs rising and changing their angle until she was fully exposed for him. For him and that wicked little lens that watched them from it's tripod. Then she howled again, louder now, as he struck the exposed skin of her behind and thighs. Twisting against the restraints as tears pricked her eyes. Struck flesh tingling and hot. Too hot. And getting moreso.

"That's for becoming a greedy spoiled slut on me..."
"Sorry...I'm sorry..." She whispered with a groan as he was suddenly above her. On her. Laid between her still parted thighs. Breasts now his target. Every pinch making hips twitch below him. Rubbing sopping wet flesh against the fabric of his trousers. Flesh that dampened further as nipple was drawn between those wicked lips of his. She was writhing under him, camera forgotten for a few moments. Just wanting this. Him.
Then came the bite. Tender nipple crushed and pinned between teeth. Making her tense and draw a sharp, hissed, breath through clenched teeth. A whine making use of the air in her lungs as he pulled mercilessly, making her back arc up from the bed to try and lessen the pain.

"And that is for getting my pants dirty."
Another apology, more ragged than the first, as he mauled her chest. Hands and mouth roughly enjoying her endowments while her mouth provided a whimperingly wanton soundtrack.

Then his mouth was set on another path. Down trembling stomach, lower and lower until he was between her legs. She could feel his breath against her, dancing enticingly over her sex. Over that part of her that was switched on beyond belief. His finger stroked her and she jumped. Hands clenching up above her head.

"Now tell us for the record what you're feeling. What you are."
"I..." The rest of her words got stuck in her throat while she tried to focus on her own mouth and not his. A task made near impossible by the feel of his tongue against her. "I'm so...so..." She shook her head slightly, as if trying to clear the heady, lusty, fog that blanketed her mind. "I feel needy. Full of want and need. And I...I feel as if I'll do anything if it means getting to feel you." A nervous glance was thrown the camera. It's unblinking eye capturing it all, storing it away for him and whatever nefarious use he'd thought up for it.
"To get..." Blue eyes had to look away from the lens then. "To get fucked by you." She looked down her own body, to the face that hovered wickedly between her widely spread legs. "I'm a slut."

He wanted an admission, confirmation of what they both felt, what their places where. His was clear. Her skin bore the evidence of that. The camera had heard the cruel kiss of the belt and her whimpered apologies. It knew who he was. Now, it needed the same from her.
"Your slut."

 

[Noon_Shadow]

The camera watches, only a silent hum of electricity as it watches the scene. Unbiased and merciless. It captures only what is there to see, and all of it.

She'd proven the truth of her words-she wanted what he wanted, which is why she unquestioningly lifted her legs and bent her knees, even knowing it would result in the sting of his belt. He felt very pleased that he had a visual record of this, showing her giving and not resisting. The smell of sex was filling the tight quarters, intoxicating his senses, driving him to torment his little slut. He loves this smell, which is why he doesn't even bother removing his trousers after they're covered with her juices, her stammered apology not amounting to much as he punishes her breasts.

Her confession is caught on tape as he studies her wet, juicy pussy, his breath hot on it as his face hovers inches away. He can see the desperate signs of her arousal, having been teased and tormented. Her tortured breathing making her chest rise and fall dramatically, which helps emphasize the hard peaks of her nipples standing up in the air and asking for attention. Her flesh flushed, with need as well as the pain of being struck. She does really well, despite all the pressures on her. He settles in comfortably, letting her heels rest on his back, her thighs bent up over his shoulders as he keeps his mouth near her sex, listening. "I'm a slut."

"Your slut."

She was coherent, for now. It was time to take that away from her, drive her higher and more desperate until her vocabulary shrinks down. "Sex. Fuck. Pussy. Cock. Yes."

He reaches up with his hand to deliver one more rough slap against her breast, loud enough to clearly stand out in the audio of the recording, perhaps enough to leave a red handprint. She would never again be able to completely deny this-she liked it. She liked the abuse, despite it all, because he felt her hips twitch up toward him. He smiled, holding his hand down on her pelvic bone and then lowering his mouth to her sex. His lips kiss her, and then he pushes forward, teasing her, pleasing her pussy. His tongue strokes up against her sex, flicking across her clit before pushing inside of her. He applies all of his learned expertise to teasing her poor body, driving her toward the peak, but he keeps her from reaching it. It doesn't take long for him to push her arousal up to the bring, but he then pulls his head away, ignoring her hips trying to press back up against her mouth. He glances up her body with a sadistic grin. "Do you need me to make you cum?" he asks, before he drags his tongue against the inside of her thigh, lapping up some juices which had leaked out.

He gives her a bit of time to recover before starting again. Lips against that little hard bead which asks for his attention, giving it a quick suckle to make her whine and watch her juices spill out against the sheet. He finds this position comfortable, even with his hard member pressed down against the mattress beneath him. He could stay here all day, even with her legs digging hard into his back. He backs off a bit sooner this time, taking extra care not to accidentally push her over the edge. He likes the sounds of her groans of despair, her pitiful whining. It makes his cock hard. He can feel it happily throbbing as he listens to her. He slaps her ass, leaving his hand there with a finger pressed up against her anus. "What do you do to cum right now?"

He lets her slide back down the slope, falling away from that orgasm, as he pulls his mouth away, kissing up her thigh to her knee possessively. He takes no other action other than to lightly press against her asshole, threatening to penetrate it without doing so while he waits. He looks up at her eyes to see the pleading in them, and to adore the cute little leash around her neck tying her into place.

He slides his mouth back down to her delicious pussy one more time, closing his eyes and reveling in the taste of her as he laps up the moisture flowing from her. He's creating another crescendo, attempting to give it all the flair of a performing conductor in concert. He listens very carefully to the sound of her moaning, his own satisfied, happy moans vibrating against her sex. He ends this latest tease with one last flicker against her pleading clit and then looks up at her to make eye contact. "Would you like me to share this video with all your sweet little friends? If it made you cum? How about the whole world?" He very carefully teases her sex once again with his mouth before pulling away. "Put it on the internet and let the whole world see what a needy slut you are? Would you like that?"

He hopes his grin doesn't look TOO sadistic on camera.

 

[Britwitch]

Winter is coming. The number of leaves on the ground far outnumber those still clinging to branches.
There is a chill in the air that is taking longer and longer to burn off each day and with the sun's ascent growing shallower, soon it won't warm up at all.

The first sprinkling of snow has been and gone. But there will more before long. Lots more.
The silent white carpet that blankets the woodlands and turns them into a magical new wonderland of sparkles and ice will soon be here.

But before it arrives, there are things to be done.
Leaves to be raked, wood to be chopped.​

 

[Fish_Tales]

*Again, another visit while I'm doing the rounds, for a short moment leaving a somewhat tumultuous world. There's always time to leave something for a friend and a writer....always patient for whatever scribblings I might have*

I know you've had your challenges too, dear Brit. It makes your constant smiling and enthusiasm all the more impressive. I wish I could be a little more like that.

Take care, bouncy one.



*and just like that, back to it he goes...*

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

It is quietly crunching footsteps that carry him deeper into the woods, in search of a little cottage he knows the path to all too well now. It had, in truth, been some time since he'd visited, and though he was rectifying that oversight now, he was doing so with expectation that she would not be about when he did. Ordinarily such a desire would mean he planned to lay in wait for her, catch her just inside the door - if she was lucky - and from there, all manner of terrible things would befall her.

This time he came with a (well, mostly) more innocent intention, as well as the plan to be gone before she returned from wherever she may be on this day, at this hour.

Around a bend in the path and the little cottage came into view. Wood was stacked neatly outside, ready to be consumed in a crackling fire that warmed the place, and he smiled at the sight of it all. Quaint didn't quite seem to describe it, or she who inhabited it, and yet he found himself to come up with another word for it. It was as if she belonged here, a witch and her place surrounded by hundreds of years of history spun in the rings of trees.

Hitching the pack up a little on his back, he arrived at the stairs that led up to the front door shortly, and moments later was outside of the chilled air, mother nature's thumb clearly pushing only one way on the thermostat outside. Closing the door behind him, the pack was swung off his shoulders and he crossed to the small wooden table. A memory flashed through his mind, the selfsame witch bent over that very table for him, and he allowed himself a short grin at the vision.

Pulling out a chair, he set the pack down in it and zipped it open. A short stack of note cards was removed, with three placed in a row on the table. Scrawled on the leftmost of them was the word 'First,', and his hands dove into the pack next to retrieve what was then placed under the card.

The middle card had the word 'Then' written across it's face, and a second item was removed from the pack and placed just below the card.

The last card said 'Finally' on it, and it beneath it was placed the largest of items removed from the pack, a small black case zipper closed, hiding what was contained within.

His hands rejoined the teeth of the zipper on the main compartment of his pack, and then the smaller front one was open. A letter was removed from within, folded in three, and set on the table centered below the three items with their three note cards. Contained on the single page was a short spilling of ink:

Freckles,
I know sometimes things just suck, unequivocally suck, and there's nothing you can do but endure the time that sucks and wait until you've made it past and into the smoother waters again. But, that doesn't mean you go through the suck alone. So here's what's going to happen:

The first good and useful snow, you and I have an appointment with a large pile of snowballs. A nice cup of twenty of tea to warm up after, and once inside and warmed up... well, we'll just have to see, won't we?

There are a lot of people around who care about you. Never forget it.

Things may beat you down, but I know you're strong, and they won't break you.

Besides... that's my job.

The letter left, the smaller compartment was closed, and the straps of the pack were lifted back onto his shoulders. The chair was pushed back in as he'd found it, the only evidence of his visit the things he'd left behind for her to find.

Making his way to the door, he pulled it open and made his way down the stairs, back onto the dirt path and into the deepening cold of fall-meeting-winter. Soon he was around the bend in the path, the cottage disappearing from view, and shortly after he did too.

 

[Britwitch]

It wasn't often she felt like this, which she knew was a mercy of sorts but still. The last two weeks, the last month if she was honest, had been hard. Really hard. But the hardest points were past, or so she hoped, and now it was time to regroup and move on.

And so to the woods she went. To the peace and quiet. To escape for a little while. Support and strength would be needed in the coming days, weeks and months. Not for her as much as for family, and she knew there were many ready to push her along when she felt her own reserves failing.

It was stormy tonight, a wicked wind howling through the trees and turning the chilly air bitterly cold. She pulled her cloak tighter around her and hurried along the path towards her cottage. So eager was she to be inside and out of the wine, the fire had already been lit and lanterns too before she realised someone had been in the cottage during her absence.

A smile twitched her lips as she moved over to the table to find kind wishes from an ever considerate Fish and then a letter and the three items waiting for her attention told her there had been two visitors.

Unfolding the letter the smile grew, eyes shone in the lamplight threatening to spill more tears but...she managed to control herself. There had been more than enough crying lately, and as she carefully picked up the mittens and held them against her face for a long moment she knew that making her cry was the last thing he had intended.

Biting her lip she peeked inside the black case, cheeks pinking at the contents.
"Oh my..." Zipping it closed, she moved it to a shelf where it could be easily found. The tea was put into the kitchen and the mittens by the door.
Ready.

"And now, for goodbye."

A white candle was then lit in the window, a thin black ribbon around it's base. A ribbon she'd then wear around her wrist once the candle had burnt out. Yesterday had been the service, she'd read what had been asked, and it fitted the one they had all lost. Although, in a way, no words would ever be enough. It had been hard, but it had felt good to do it.

"You were loved so much and will be missed, more than you'll ever know. But you'll live on in the hearts of every child you taught." Softly spoken words were delivered into the flame before she closed her eyes and let one last set of tears fall.

"Now." Regaining her composure, she moved to the side and lent folded arms on the window sill.
"Come on snow..." She smiled excitedly, peering out into the starry sky visible through the swaying trees. "Where are you?"

 

[Britwitch]

Pops in quickly to hang something in a little corner, for when she feels doubt about herself and her writing.

Exhausted but happy, she heads to her bed.
Posts can wait until tomorrow...

 

[Wolfias]

With a sudden scratching at the door of the lone cottage the wolf stood whining, anyone that was inside would have had to hear this. Nobody had or the wolf would have heard footsteps, so trotting to the window the lamp glow shown through. The large black wolf reared up on his hind legs putting his heavy paws on the window ledge, peering into it his breath fogged up the panes of glass blocking his view. Dropping back onto all fours he trots back to the door to wait patiently, hopefully the pretty little Witch was home soon as he'd heard of her tea and biscuits.

 

[Fish_Tales]

*An inundated Fish leaves roses for an equally busy Witch*

 

[Britwitch]

The snow is all but gone, already. This winter has been an odd one in this part of the woods. Cold but no snow, cloudy skies so no Northern Lights to brighten the darkness. Very odd indeed.

Booted feet pick their way through muddy ice and the melting dregs of snow as she heads towards her Cottage. It's been too long.
Once inside, the fire is quickly lit and water set to boil in short order. Then, turning, she spies greetings from a Fish. They bring a smile, but then he always does.

Next from within her pack comes several items, a new notepad and several new pens, a tin containing homemade cookies, a supply of fresh candles and some matches. Setting several into holders and putting the dead ends of the old ones into a basket ready to melt and be made into new ones come the Springtime proper, she settles on the couch with the notepad on her lap.

"Ok, words. I know you're in there. Let's see if we can get you out...!"

 

[Britwitch]

It's sunny but cold in the woods. The snow crept back for a little while but it's on it's way again. The sun, when it climbs in the sky, is already warm and she's already enjoyed more than a few afternoons sat outside enjoying it's heat. Increasing the freckles across her nose and cheeks already.

Today though, it's beside the fire, tea steaming in a mug and notepad open on her lap.

She's behind in her challenge and she has an unexpected day to try and make a difference.

"10k in a day. That's not so much, right?"

She grins, sipping her tea before putting pen to paper. That number wasn't going to get any smaller by itself.

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

Spring, warmth, blooms, sun, yes yes yes. It was all very nice, the lack of snow along his path and the sunshine to light his way, but he had no eye for bright sunshine or pretty scenery today. He was a determined man, a person who strode through the familiar and welcoming woods with a purpose. A destination.

He was dressed casually, comfortably, dark jeans, a simple red t-shirt covered by a tan canvas jacket, a pack slung across his back. He walked briskly, his eyes scarcely wandering from the path ahead to glance at the surrounding trees, the new blooms along the trail, the animals tracks imprinted in the soft soil underfoot.

His visit had not been telegraphed, his arrival would not be announced before he put knuckles to her door. There was no question where he'd find her, sat at her desk oblivious to all but the world she was crafting, working hard to catch up after events had conspired to get her behind on her goal. Ordinarily, this was a thing he'd enthusiastically support her in, keep quiet and let her focus on her work. But this wasn't to be one of those times. His purpose in these woods was to help himself. That she would be distracted, quite literally dragged away from her work, was simply a by product. Somehow, he doubted she'd put up much of a fight.

Around a bend in the curve, and the little cottage came into view. He couldn't help the grin that found his lips, his mind wandering back to the memories crafted within those walls. Objects used for activities other than those they were intended for. A knife she'd used many times before, turned against her. A spoon she no doubt looked at differently now. Or had he broken that on her? Perhaps broken her with it...

Sometimes, things blurred together. A mobius strip of debauchery.

He lifted his eyes as he neared the front steps, following the little trail of smoke that climbed from the chimney. No question she was home, and he was more sure than ever that she was right where he thought she'd be. A part of him wanted to try the door without knocking, see if her focus was such that he'd be able to sneak in and clap a hand over her mouth before she even knew she was no longer alone. His grin returned, flashed across his features, an appreciative twitch from his cock as he imagined the look of fear that would come to life in her eyes, even if only for a moment.

But no. Not today, at least.

It would be a stretch to say he had plans in any real sense, outside of the pressing, driving need to use her. But what plans he had did not include sneaking in. The idea had it's appeal, no question, but it was one he would ponder on more, save for later. Always good to have a surprise or two up your sleeve.

He ascended the steps quickly, and a moment later was stopped at her front door. Lifting a fist, he rapped his knuckles on the door in quick succession

thud-thud-thud

then brought his hand back, and hooked his thumbs in the straps of his pack.

And he waited.

 

[Britwitch]

There was nothing worse than when the words wouldn't flow. With a huff she sat back on her chair slightly, hands running through short hair to gather it into a fairly tiny ponytail at her crown. She knew exactly what she wanted to say but how to say it...eluded her.

She'd been trying for the best part of the morning. She was behind, rather seriously, in her project but she wasn't going to give up. Little by little she knew she'd do it. The beginnings were always the hardest, introducing people, trying not to give the game away too early while sewing the seeds for the secrets that would be revealed later, making sure the right words came out of the right mouth to be remembered at the right time later. It was fun but it was orchestration.

Later, she knew, the words would flow. When the story really got going. But now...now it was hard.

Her eye kept straying to the window and the sunshine outside. It was tempting to give up and go out, get some fresh air and go for a walk. Blow away the dust and reinvigorate herself. But she had to push on. She'd promised herself that when she finished this chapter then, and only then, could she take a break.

That goal though seemed a long way off.

"C'mon, you can do this." She dropped her hands, letting short strands of dark hair fall back over her brow and almost into her eyes. "Stop procrastinating and just-"
As her fingers hovered over the keys to the typewriter that was her tool of choice for this project she heard a sharp knock at the door.
Frowning she turned and looked over her shoulder towards the source of the sound.
The knock wasn't panicky and with no shouts of alarm to accompany it. It was confident and calm.

"Well, who can this be?" She shrugged, pushing back the chair and crossing the room. Tiled floor slightly warm beneath bare feet, tugging at the bottom of her black vest to make sure it wasn't caught up on the top of her jeans and opening the door.

The face on the other side couldn't be more well known to her but it's appearance was, to put it mildly, a surprise. She smiled, unable to stop herself.
"Hi," She leant against the door slightly, crossing one foot back behind the other shyly. Blue eyes meeting blue through long lashes. "This is a surprise."
She stood for a moment or two, tempted to ask what brought him out this way, to inquire as to the contents of his pack.

She should work. She needed to write. She shouldn't let him in.

But...the company would be nice and he was usually a great source of encouragement and had helped her more than once to figure out a way around a blockage in her thinking before now.

He knew what she was up to, she was sure he'd come with good intentions.

Ooh. Maybe he'd brought tea. She perked at the thought.

"Well, don't just stand there, come in." She opened the door fully and stepped away, leaving it for him to close. Heading to the fireplace and nudging the full kettle over the gently burning flames.
"I was going to make some tea, anyway." Quickly, she bent down to add a couple of small logs ensuring the heat would bring the water to the boil before long.
"Impeccable timing, as always!"

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

He heard her coming, though the sound of her approach was faint through the door, and couldn't help the grin that spread on his features as their eyes met. Not that he really tried to fight it.

"Hey," he said, the grin still fixed on his lips and reaching into his voice, "I was.. in the neighborhood." It was a lie, of course, but one told with the full knowledge that she'd know he was just making it up.

With the door fully opened, he followed her within, pushing it closed behind him. His fingers found the lock and repeated a motion he'd done so many times before: a twist of the wrist ensured no one would be barging in to interrupt them.

A glance was cast in the direction of the fire, his eyes roaming over her curves as she bent to coax more heat from the fire, and he turned in the opposite direction. Shrugging off his pack, he laid it atop the table, then turned back in her direction.

"I did actually bring something for you, I thought it might help you focus," he said, pulling the jacket off his shoulders. "Come here, see what you think."

He started to turn, the jacket held in his hands now, then paused halfway and turned back to her. One hand was held up, all his fingers coiled down save the index.

"Wait," he said, stopping her before she could step away from the fire. Another curve of his lips sprang to life, but this one carried with it a different note than the one he'd greeted her at the door with.

The finger held up to her tilted down as his wrist bent, until he was pointing at the floor by her feet, and with his eyes on hers across the distance between them, he said one simple, telling word:

"Crawl."

 

[Britwitch]

Brushing her hands off on the back of her jeans she stood and smile.
"Focus is always good." She giggled, checking the lid was pressed fully into the top of the kettle. "Especially if you're as easily distracted as I am."

She was about to cross to his side when the command to stop was given and her foot faltered in mid air for a second before lowering back to the floor.
His hand rotated making the aim of his finger shift from her face to the tiles at her feet.

Crawl.

They both knew she would.
She could ask why. She could say no.
She could.
She wouldn't. Not with him.

It was just a matter of time.

She should be writing.

She shouldn't be thinking of crawling anywhere or watching his hands and thinking how long it had been since she'd felt...

She should be writing.

Damn it.

She wanted to know what he'd brought.

Chewing on her lower lip and with an all too familiar colour creeping into her face she slipped down onto her knees. Pausing for a moment, eyes holding his as she dropped forward onto her palms.

And then she crossed the room. Hands and knees working smoothly to carry her towards the place where he stood. Hips swaying behind her, chest swaying below as she crawled to him.

When at last she came to his feet she rose up from her hands. She stayed on her knees though, face turned up to see his. Cheeks pink with warmth that had nothing to do with the fire behind her and everything to do with the ease in which she'd gotten on her knees.

"So?" She asked, her voice a little quieter than it had been at the door, curious. "What did you bring me?"

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

He watched her, his hand still held out, finger still pointing down. The air in the room had changed quickly, the light tone of his surprise arrival dissipating into something heavier, more heady, fairly intoxicating. In the midst of this, he watched her contemplation of her position, saw the wheels turning in her mind as she considered her options, of which there were undoubtedly many. Refuse. Beg off. Try to appeal to his sympathetic side and all the work she still had to do.

Maybe she saw in his eyes that none of them would work. That he wouldn't care what the next words out of her mouth were, he wouldn't be satisfied until she was on her hands and knees.

Maybe their minds were in the same place, wanting the same things, and she found herself relieved he was here, even if it was a distraction from her other goal.

Maybe she just knew it was where she belonged.

Whatever the case may be, he lowered his hand as she lowered herself to the ground, and with a quick swipe of his tongue across his lips, he watched her make his way to him, the way of hips and breasts, the roll of shoulders and curve of spine all drawing his eyes as they ping ponged from one place to another.

He smiled down at her as she arrived, as she sat back on her heels but remained kneeling. He bent himself, at the waist, lowering his face to hers, and caught her lips in a light kiss, his tongue only a light flicker against her.

"Always such a good girl, freckles," he whispered, his lips nearly brushing hers, "Always knowing your place."

Straightening, he turned away from her to put his jacket over the back of the chair, his pace casual as he reached for the pack he'd brought and drew it closer to him. He had no issue leaving here there waiting, wondering. Kneeling.

A zipper was opened, his hand disappearing inside.

"A present," he said, over his shoulder as his hand closed around what he sought, "Like I said, to help you focus."

Withdrawing it, he turned back to her and held the silver object up in front of her face, letting it swing from his fingertips like a hypnotic pendulum.

Reaching out with his empty hand, he slid his fingertips under her chin and tilted her head up further, drawing her attention away from the reflective silver held before her and back to his eyes.

"I may have misled you a little. I don't care if you're focused on your little project there. In fact, I'm sure even know it's somewhere in your mind.

"Oo, I really should be writing right now," he said, effecting a fairly bad British accent and bobbing his head side to side.

"But sitting at the typewriter isn't where you belong, is it?" The object in his hand was lowered to his side, and he leaned forward again, his voice dropping once more, her chin pinched between his index finger and thumb, keeping her eyes on his.

"So why don't you tell me where you belong, freckles. And then be a good girl, and ask for my cock."

 

[Britwitch]

The kiss was almost sweet and, in spite of the unease she could feel deep, deep, down inside at what might be inside his bag, she returned it with a smile curving her lips.
A smile that grew at his words.
"Thank you, Daddy." Her voice was as soft as his as she replied. Before watching him move away and rifle through the bag he'd brought in with him. Listening for tell tale signs that might hint at it's contents.

When he turned and showed her what he had brought she felt herself squirming on her knees. A tingle of excitement trickling down her spine, leaving an almost pins and needles like sensation in it's wake. She stared at the silver object, feeling parts of her body tighten reflexively.

And then warm fingers at her chin and his eyes were back in her field of vision, his lips revealing that he was here for his own purposes. Not to assist her in her own.
His impression of her was fairly accurate, apart from the accent which almost made her want to giggle in spite of the feeling that crackled in the air around them.

She did want to write. She did.

But she wanted this, wanted him, more. A fact she was quite sure he was aware of. Even before she'd let him inside.

That rush she felt whenever she found herself like this was already pulsing through her veins and every time she met his eyes she found herself struggling to remember why it was she shouldn't be doing this.

"I..." She began, her voice almost too quiet to be heard before she gave a small cough to clear her throat and continued. "My place is here. On my knees. Or wherever you want me." The tip of pink tongue moistened her lips as she carried on. "My place is to please, my purpose to be used." Every word was making it harder to kneel in one place, making her want to press her thighs together.

Rising up slightly off of her heels she lifted her hands to place them lightly on his knees, trailing them up his thighs as she rose up a little higher, bringing her face that much closer to his waist.

"Please...please let me please you?" Her hands skirted close to his groin now. "Please, use me." Palms drifted lightly over the area where his jeans came together and closed. "Please, let me taste your cock...?"