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The Secret Room
Everything was set to perfection. The room in order, handwritten invitation sent, now all she had to do was wait for him to sleep. That was, of course, the part she hated. Waiting. Anticipation building with each tick of the second hand moving on the old clock in the library.
But, even with the anticipation growing, the time gave her an chance to plan, to change the things that needed to be changed. To get everything to her liking. As perfect as it was, things could always be rearranged.
A smile curved onto her lips as she thought about the letter she sent. Instructions on how to find her, where to go. Her Dreamworld was large and to be honest, a bit crazy. One could easily get lost in the world without proper guidance. But, that was the reason why she existed. She was here to lead the way though dreams.
Given the fact that she could have made it so he would just arrive in the room, that was too simple. She liked games. Why make it easy? Make him work for it. That was more enjoyable.
So, with a last snap of her fingers, the white candles placed sporadically around the room came lit, creating a dim light in the room. There! That should do. She thought, standing near the doorway in the long hooded robe. Dark blue in color and large enough to cover all of her skin except her face. Her eyes roamed the hidden room. Stone walls and flooring, it could have made a decent dungeon if it wasn't for the slab in the middle covered in fluffy blankets and pillows. Let's face it, fluffy can really take away from the scariness of a place. One viewing the castle on the cliff from the outside wouldn't imagine the plush palace that was it's insides.
Now to wait.
Everything was set to perfection. The room in order, handwritten invitation sent, now all she had to do was wait for him to sleep. That was, of course, the part she hated. Waiting. Anticipation building with each tick of the second hand moving on the old clock in the library.
But, even with the anticipation growing, the time gave her an chance to plan, to change the things that needed to be changed. To get everything to her liking. As perfect as it was, things could always be rearranged.
A smile curved onto her lips as she thought about the letter she sent. Instructions on how to find her, where to go. Her Dreamworld was large and to be honest, a bit crazy. One could easily get lost in the world without proper guidance. But, that was the reason why she existed. She was here to lead the way though dreams.
"When you close your eyes, you'll find yourself at my castle's doorstep. Come inside. Feel free to explore, if you wish, this world will be your playground for the time. But when you are ready, up the stairs, the last room on the left you will find a library. Pick up the worn copy of 'The Deerslayer.' As soon as you move it, the door will open for you. The table will have a key. What it is for, you'll have to wait and see. Go to the left, and you will find me."
Given the fact that she could have made it so he would just arrive in the room, that was too simple. She liked games. Why make it easy? Make him work for it. That was more enjoyable.
So, with a last snap of her fingers, the white candles placed sporadically around the room came lit, creating a dim light in the room. There! That should do. She thought, standing near the doorway in the long hooded robe. Dark blue in color and large enough to cover all of her skin except her face. Her eyes roamed the hidden room. Stone walls and flooring, it could have made a decent dungeon if it wasn't for the slab in the middle covered in fluffy blankets and pillows. Let's face it, fluffy can really take away from the scariness of a place. One viewing the castle on the cliff from the outside wouldn't imagine the plush palace that was it's insides.
Now to wait.
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to sleep perchance to dream
Sleep was normally a difficult thing for him. Never being able to silence the mind, and relax made sleep, let alone dreams like trying to climb the sheer face of a cliff. Tonight though, tonight sleep came, and quickly. For several factors. The day had taken a toll upon him, and the darkness was comforting. The light chill in the air helped him relax, and he knew what awaited him with the coming of the dream. Well he thought he did anyway.
Green eyes drifted shut with a soft sigh, and when they did he found himself surrounded by heavy stone. A castle? Strange, but not at all uncommon in the few dreams he did have. Castles, and the time period in which they hailed always drew him, always interested him. A smile drew to his lips as he pondered the simple joy it brought him and the question. Did she knew he would enjoy it so much? Time flowed and he drifted through the halls. Admiring the craftsmanship, the tapestries, the decor. It was remarkable, but then again it was a dream.
He found himself walking the stairs, then gazing at a remarkable library. He perused the book shelves and took his time, taking care not to overlook what he sought. His hand found the spine of the book, the gold leaf inlay was faded and well loved by fingertips. He smiled. He could almost feel her essence here. He paused, drawing a deep breath, mastering his anticipation. It was a difficult thing. Finally he tugged the book free. The stacks shimmered, shifted, and groaned. Then there was simply a lack of substance to them. He peered into the dimly lit room beyond.
Stepping through, he found a table and a key waiting just as he was told there would be. He took it up and stuffed it into his pocket. The jeans he wore were well worn, faded, and fit comfortably. The navy blue shirt bore his name across the breast, with the initials F.F. above. On the back of the shirt was a slogan. 'Red crew. Find them hot and leave them wet'. It was what he had worn for the day and not quite knowing what to expect he did not even think to mentally adjust his wardrobe. The shirt was just as well loved as the pants. A link to a time past.
"Hello?"
His voice was deep, curious.
Sleep was normally a difficult thing for him. Never being able to silence the mind, and relax made sleep, let alone dreams like trying to climb the sheer face of a cliff. Tonight though, tonight sleep came, and quickly. For several factors. The day had taken a toll upon him, and the darkness was comforting. The light chill in the air helped him relax, and he knew what awaited him with the coming of the dream. Well he thought he did anyway.
Green eyes drifted shut with a soft sigh, and when they did he found himself surrounded by heavy stone. A castle? Strange, but not at all uncommon in the few dreams he did have. Castles, and the time period in which they hailed always drew him, always interested him. A smile drew to his lips as he pondered the simple joy it brought him and the question. Did she knew he would enjoy it so much? Time flowed and he drifted through the halls. Admiring the craftsmanship, the tapestries, the decor. It was remarkable, but then again it was a dream.
He found himself walking the stairs, then gazing at a remarkable library. He perused the book shelves and took his time, taking care not to overlook what he sought. His hand found the spine of the book, the gold leaf inlay was faded and well loved by fingertips. He smiled. He could almost feel her essence here. He paused, drawing a deep breath, mastering his anticipation. It was a difficult thing. Finally he tugged the book free. The stacks shimmered, shifted, and groaned. Then there was simply a lack of substance to them. He peered into the dimly lit room beyond.
Stepping through, he found a table and a key waiting just as he was told there would be. He took it up and stuffed it into his pocket. The jeans he wore were well worn, faded, and fit comfortably. The navy blue shirt bore his name across the breast, with the initials F.F. above. On the back of the shirt was a slogan. 'Red crew. Find them hot and leave them wet'. It was what he had worn for the day and not quite knowing what to expect he did not even think to mentally adjust his wardrobe. The shirt was just as well loved as the pants. A link to a time past.
"Hello?"
His voice was deep, curious.
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Another soul in her world. His presences sending a tingling sensation down her spine as she held her hand over one of the candles, savoring the heat. It kept her mind busy while she waited. But, he was here now. He was in her world. Lips twitching at the smile as she tilted her head, honing in on his location.
The stairs already? He wasted no time exploring, which she had already guessed he wouldn't. The his footsteps were heard in the hall, the library. Stopped.
She kept herself still, forcing her body not to turn as she heard the groan of the bookshelf moving. The smile turning into a large grin as she waited. Eyes steady on the candles as his presences, so close, filled her mind. Keep calm, Dear, don't pounce.
It was hard not to. The wait, the feel of him here, it was a lot to handle.
Then his voice. Curious, deep, near. She chuckled softly, closing her eyes to create a path from his feet, turning to the left then ending near her own. Dark red flower petals appearing as if they came up from the stone to lead the way from where he stood to her. It was the last thing she could control. With him here, she had little control over her world. He did.
The stairs already? He wasted no time exploring, which she had already guessed he wouldn't. The his footsteps were heard in the hall, the library. Stopped.
She kept herself still, forcing her body not to turn as she heard the groan of the bookshelf moving. The smile turning into a large grin as she waited. Eyes steady on the candles as his presences, so close, filled her mind. Keep calm, Dear, don't pounce.
It was hard not to. The wait, the feel of him here, it was a lot to handle.
Then his voice. Curious, deep, near. She chuckled softly, closing her eyes to create a path from his feet, turning to the left then ending near her own. Dark red flower petals appearing as if they came up from the stone to lead the way from where he stood to her. It was the last thing she could control. With him here, she had little control over her world. He did.
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A path. It formed as if from thin air. It should not have surprised him, but it did. Then again she often surprised him. He let out a deep, warm chuckle and let his sure steps carry him along the path. He took care, gave thought and the flower petals parted before him so that they would not be crushed beneath his tread. However their scent filled the air as if they had been. He focused on the lingering aroma, drew the scent into his nostrils and it simply was.
It was a test, an experiment. Like a bear flexing muscles from hibernation, testing, touching. He was pleased with himself, it wasn't a big change, but he had never been here before. Best to start small and work his way up.
There she was, the robe suddenly left him feeling under dressed. Just like that the robe was starting to become more and more hazy. Like a fog burned off from the morning sun. He made a soft sound of laughter, then caught himself. He pictured it as she had it. He hadn't expected to be in such control. That however left his mind whirling with ideas. It was a challenge to master now, how to keep ideas and desires from becoming will. That would be difficult, especially if she started to distract him.
"Hello beautiful."
One hand raising to her features. His fingertips gliding over the soft pale skin. Tracing the contour of her jaw, up to her cheek bone. The smile on his face bloomed in his eyes. Just like the flowers she had left for him.
It was a test, an experiment. Like a bear flexing muscles from hibernation, testing, touching. He was pleased with himself, it wasn't a big change, but he had never been here before. Best to start small and work his way up.
There she was, the robe suddenly left him feeling under dressed. Just like that the robe was starting to become more and more hazy. Like a fog burned off from the morning sun. He made a soft sound of laughter, then caught himself. He pictured it as she had it. He hadn't expected to be in such control. That however left his mind whirling with ideas. It was a challenge to master now, how to keep ideas and desires from becoming will. That would be difficult, especially if she started to distract him.
"Hello beautiful."
One hand raising to her features. His fingertips gliding over the soft pale skin. Tracing the contour of her jaw, up to her cheek bone. The smile on his face bloomed in his eyes. Just like the flowers she had left for him.
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The footsteps moving closer made her turn against her will. So much for keeping still. It was difficult, it was his first to her world. The grin still made her lips as she perked a brow to his outfit of choice. Casual. Then again, whatever made him comfortable was acceptable.
The petals swiftly scattered, if being blown by an invisible wind, as his steps passed them. All at once disappearing as his warm fingers touched her face. She couldn't help but admire the way the shadows played over his face in the candle light.
"Hello Handsome..." she responded softly, the hand over the candles moving to rest lightly over the one on her cheek, squeezing lightly. Greetings said, her eyes flicked behind him toward the table before back to his green eyes. The key, she knew he had taken it already, but let't give the impression she didn't fully know of what was happening in her castle.
The plans she had made for this visit running through her head. A choice would be given on who he wanted to be tonight. Who he decided would very well make her who she would be. His actions would shape her on this night.
"Did you find your key?" She asked quietly, arms curling up around his neck. "You may needing it."
The petals swiftly scattered, if being blown by an invisible wind, as his steps passed them. All at once disappearing as his warm fingers touched her face. She couldn't help but admire the way the shadows played over his face in the candle light.
"Hello Handsome..." she responded softly, the hand over the candles moving to rest lightly over the one on her cheek, squeezing lightly. Greetings said, her eyes flicked behind him toward the table before back to his green eyes. The key, she knew he had taken it already, but let't give the impression she didn't fully know of what was happening in her castle.
The plans she had made for this visit running through her head. A choice would be given on who he wanted to be tonight. Who he decided would very well make her who she would be. His actions would shape her on this night.
"Did you find your key?" She asked quietly, arms curling up around his neck. "You may needing it."
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A small hand resting upon his larger one. The potential strength could be felt in his touch. Like a light just dancing out of the corner of sight. Still his caress was gentle, and the smile on his features mirrored it.
"I did. Am I going to get to know what it unlocks? You wearing a chastity belt under there? That would be tragic."
A roguish grin flitted over his features as her arms draped over his neck. A soft, familiar rumble starting in his chest in between breath and words. It was the pleasure of just being in her company. She always brought out the best in him, ever since that first conversation.
Leaning close, eyes locking to hers for just a moment before finding her lips. His lips followed suit, pressing a warm, sweet kiss to them. One hand reaching up to tangle into her long hair. He couldn't help a chuckle that flowed to his lips into the kiss. Suddenly long hair was no longer hanging down. It was up in pig tails. Complete with pink ribbons tied in.
"Fuck. I'm gonna have to get used to this"
His mirth rumbled against her lips
"I did. Am I going to get to know what it unlocks? You wearing a chastity belt under there? That would be tragic."
A roguish grin flitted over his features as her arms draped over his neck. A soft, familiar rumble starting in his chest in between breath and words. It was the pleasure of just being in her company. She always brought out the best in him, ever since that first conversation.
Leaning close, eyes locking to hers for just a moment before finding her lips. His lips followed suit, pressing a warm, sweet kiss to them. One hand reaching up to tangle into her long hair. He couldn't help a chuckle that flowed to his lips into the kiss. Suddenly long hair was no longer hanging down. It was up in pig tails. Complete with pink ribbons tied in.
"Fuck. I'm gonna have to get used to this"
His mirth rumbled against her lips
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She chuckled softly at his comment, eyes falling closed as she shook her head lightly. "No chastity belt. I am not that cruel, Dear One. They key goes to other things."
Then her face went straight. The look in his eyes as they found her lips, then his did. She all but melted into the soft, tender kiss. A low groan in her throat as she tasted him.
She felt her hair shift, her eyes flicking open as she pulled back slightly. Dark hair pulling, twisting, ending in pigtails. She couldn't help but laugh. As cute and fun as they could be, sadly they interfered with her plans. With a small shake of her head, she pulled out of his arms. Stepping around him toward the bed. "Sadly, I don't think the pigtails can stay. Far to... childish... for my intentions."
She sat down on the plush covered stone slowly, folding her legs under her beneath the robe. She moved slowly, fingers finding the bows to pull her hair free, before adjusting the hood of the robe. Then she simply placed her hands in her lap, eyes finding his as she smiled innocently.
"The key," she said in a sweet tone, "can be used for many things in this world. For starters..."
The innocent smile faded into a wicked grin as she pushed one of the pillows of the bed, relieving a leather shackle attached to a chain. "These... or," a gentle tug at the neck of the robe pulled it loose, only enough to expose her neck and the gold collar that rested around it. Only around half an inch wide, it was swirled with a floral pattern, made complete by the lock resting at the hollow of her throat. "This, which could very well hold the key to something... far sweeter, I would say." Because while the collar was in place, it kept her mind on the dark side.
Then she chuckled again, tapping a red painted finger nail against her lips before pointing toward the far wall. The scrap of stones as they parted, showing a wooden door behind them. Her castle was full of secret surprises.
"Or you can use the key to open that door." She tilted her head slightly, hands once again folding into her lap. "You get to choose what you use it on."
Then her face went straight. The look in his eyes as they found her lips, then his did. She all but melted into the soft, tender kiss. A low groan in her throat as she tasted him.
She felt her hair shift, her eyes flicking open as she pulled back slightly. Dark hair pulling, twisting, ending in pigtails. She couldn't help but laugh. As cute and fun as they could be, sadly they interfered with her plans. With a small shake of her head, she pulled out of his arms. Stepping around him toward the bed. "Sadly, I don't think the pigtails can stay. Far to... childish... for my intentions."
She sat down on the plush covered stone slowly, folding her legs under her beneath the robe. She moved slowly, fingers finding the bows to pull her hair free, before adjusting the hood of the robe. Then she simply placed her hands in her lap, eyes finding his as she smiled innocently.
"The key," she said in a sweet tone, "can be used for many things in this world. For starters..."
The innocent smile faded into a wicked grin as she pushed one of the pillows of the bed, relieving a leather shackle attached to a chain. "These... or," a gentle tug at the neck of the robe pulled it loose, only enough to expose her neck and the gold collar that rested around it. Only around half an inch wide, it was swirled with a floral pattern, made complete by the lock resting at the hollow of her throat. "This, which could very well hold the key to something... far sweeter, I would say." Because while the collar was in place, it kept her mind on the dark side.
Then she chuckled again, tapping a red painted finger nail against her lips before pointing toward the far wall. The scrap of stones as they parted, showing a wooden door behind them. Her castle was full of secret surprises.
"Or you can use the key to open that door." She tilted her head slightly, hands once again folding into her lap. "You get to choose what you use it on."
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He was still laughing as she pulled away. It had been an accidental shift. He had a moment of pure embaresment but now that it had come, and she had taken it in stride he was just flat out amused. That amusement was quite plain in his voice, the deep tone was awash in laughter
"Ah, but you are good at innocent, and you make it quite sexy. It could have been worse. You could have ended up in the rest of the outfit to accompany the pig tails."
His lips quirked into a wicked smirk. For just a few heartbeats the robe vanished completely. The rest of that outfit replaced it. The collar remained as he thought it was a nice touch. A white, button down shirt parted down the center. The tails were knotted just beneath her full breasts to expose ample cleavage, and yet still be taunting, tormenting to look at. His eyes traced her frame, he already knew what he was going to see, but the sight did not do his imagination justice.
Around her hips settled a tiny plaid skirt. It was barely enough fabric to be called a skirt. The sudden presence of the chill air was enough to let her know there was nothing beneath it. It was all tied together with long knee high socks and little Mary Janes.
He drank it all in. He felt himself twitch beneath the denim of his jeans. A growl rumbling from the pit of his throat. Then the growl, and the outfit were gone. Replaced with the robe once more. This time the laughter was wicked.
"mmmmm choices, choices..."
The key was quite visible in hand. The air around it seemed to warp, and one key became three, bound together by a single ring.
"Or I could just say yes."
"Ah, but you are good at innocent, and you make it quite sexy. It could have been worse. You could have ended up in the rest of the outfit to accompany the pig tails."
His lips quirked into a wicked smirk. For just a few heartbeats the robe vanished completely. The rest of that outfit replaced it. The collar remained as he thought it was a nice touch. A white, button down shirt parted down the center. The tails were knotted just beneath her full breasts to expose ample cleavage, and yet still be taunting, tormenting to look at. His eyes traced her frame, he already knew what he was going to see, but the sight did not do his imagination justice.
Around her hips settled a tiny plaid skirt. It was barely enough fabric to be called a skirt. The sudden presence of the chill air was enough to let her know there was nothing beneath it. It was all tied together with long knee high socks and little Mary Janes.
He drank it all in. He felt himself twitch beneath the denim of his jeans. A growl rumbling from the pit of his throat. Then the growl, and the outfit were gone. Replaced with the robe once more. This time the laughter was wicked.
"mmmmm choices, choices..."
The key was quite visible in hand. The air around it seemed to warp, and one key became three, bound together by a single ring.
"Or I could just say yes."
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The sudden cool breeze against her skin had her looking down, an eye brow perked at the change of wardrobe. She could help but shake her head and chuckle. Her eyes seeking his at the low, barely heard growl. He was a very quick learner. So easily he was making this Dream what he wanted. She honestly was quite alright with it. After all, she planned to be his puppet for the night.
As quickly as the outfit came it was gone. Her large robe back in place, the feel of what was underneath once again hugging tightly against her skin. She thought it was about time he discovered what was underneath. He'd like it... she was sure. If he didn't? Well that's what the knife under the pillow was for. He could gladly cut it off. She shivered just at the thought of the cool blade against her skin.
The key was in his hand. His laugh, she knew that laugh. It was the laugh that sounded whenever he was planning something... evil. Perhaps she's bitten off more than she could chew.
HA! Yeah right. She knew she could take almost any thing he threw at her then simply throw it back at him. He could plan evil things, yeah well so could she.
The single key became three and that made her grin big. He was a very quick learner. Good. Although, she was surprised he didn't ask what was behind the door. Then again, he'd discover soon enough. With slow movements, she glanced away as if the idea of all three didn't faze her. Eyes landing on the candles as she shrugs. "If that's what you want.... I suppose I won't complain. But, I will say, having the collar off and handling the rest will be a challenge for me."
As quickly as the outfit came it was gone. Her large robe back in place, the feel of what was underneath once again hugging tightly against her skin. She thought it was about time he discovered what was underneath. He'd like it... she was sure. If he didn't? Well that's what the knife under the pillow was for. He could gladly cut it off. She shivered just at the thought of the cool blade against her skin.
The key was in his hand. His laugh, she knew that laugh. It was the laugh that sounded whenever he was planning something... evil. Perhaps she's bitten off more than she could chew.
HA! Yeah right. She knew she could take almost any thing he threw at her then simply throw it back at him. He could plan evil things, yeah well so could she.
The single key became three and that made her grin big. He was a very quick learner. Good. Although, she was surprised he didn't ask what was behind the door. Then again, he'd discover soon enough. With slow movements, she glanced away as if the idea of all three didn't faze her. Eyes landing on the candles as she shrugs. "If that's what you want.... I suppose I won't complain. But, I will say, having the collar off and handling the rest will be a challenge for me."
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Everything set to right their gaze met. Her soft blue and his light green. Her scent drifted to his nostrils, and they flared like a predator whom had caught the scent of delicious prey. His bottom lip quivered just slightly, but it was enough to give away at least one thought in his mind. He was holding back the overwhelming urge to kiss her.
"A challenge? Hmmm. Well I imagine you are up to it. You are quite capable my dear."
The urge could no longer be ignored. The fact that he had ignored it for as long as he had only made it worse. More intense, more hungry. He stuffed the keys into his pocket, then both hands rose roughly to the robe. Knuckling it with each hand, it parted at the rough embrace. Then he pulled. Pulling her body against his roughly, chest to chest, hips to hips. A low groan rattling in his throat as his lips met hers hungrily, deeply, passionately. It was the sort of kiss that sent chills down the spine, and heat through the skin.
The kiss held for heartbeats, and he broke it only for the fact that he was in desperate need of air. Panting, his gaze met hers again. The sea green had darkened, the color shifted. His gaze was definitely more blue than it had been moments ago. This was no trick of the dream, this was just him. He spoke, lips still close enough to brush against hers as they formed the words. His voice was deeper, richer. She knew that tone.
"Shall we go see what you have in store, lovely?"
"A challenge? Hmmm. Well I imagine you are up to it. You are quite capable my dear."
The urge could no longer be ignored. The fact that he had ignored it for as long as he had only made it worse. More intense, more hungry. He stuffed the keys into his pocket, then both hands rose roughly to the robe. Knuckling it with each hand, it parted at the rough embrace. Then he pulled. Pulling her body against his roughly, chest to chest, hips to hips. A low groan rattling in his throat as his lips met hers hungrily, deeply, passionately. It was the sort of kiss that sent chills down the spine, and heat through the skin.
The kiss held for heartbeats, and he broke it only for the fact that he was in desperate need of air. Panting, his gaze met hers again. The sea green had darkened, the color shifted. His gaze was definitely more blue than it had been moments ago. This was no trick of the dream, this was just him. He spoke, lips still close enough to brush against hers as they formed the words. His voice was deeper, richer. She knew that tone.
"Shall we go see what you have in store, lovely?"
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Capable. She was capable of a lot, that was true. Keeping it sweet yet delightfully wicked? She wasn't too sure of that. She could be wicked, she could be sweet... but both? A challenge that would test her own strengths.
Before she could even comment in return, his hands were on her. Fingers finding the top of the robe to pull it apart, lips finding hers in a hungry, needing kiss. The feel of his body pressed firmly against her. Shoulders moving slightly to allow the robe to slide off, falling into a dark blue puddle at her feet. She thought it was time for him to see what was beneath.
The black silk gown hugged her body perfectly, flaring out as it reaches her thighs. The top dipping down low, enough to outline her bust. She picked it specifically for him. It wasn't a naughty school girl outfit or something a bad girl would wear. Simple, elegant, it went well with her collar. The black went well with her pale skin, dark hair, and blue eyes.
The kiss held for only a moment, yet felt as though it was so much longer. It left her heart pounding, her blood boiling. His words sending a shiver though out her body as he spoke. Her head merely nodding in response as she held her hand out for the key.
Before she could even comment in return, his hands were on her. Fingers finding the top of the robe to pull it apart, lips finding hers in a hungry, needing kiss. The feel of his body pressed firmly against her. Shoulders moving slightly to allow the robe to slide off, falling into a dark blue puddle at her feet. She thought it was time for him to see what was beneath.
The black silk gown hugged her body perfectly, flaring out as it reaches her thighs. The top dipping down low, enough to outline her bust. She picked it specifically for him. It wasn't a naughty school girl outfit or something a bad girl would wear. Simple, elegant, it went well with her collar. The black went well with her pale skin, dark hair, and blue eyes.
The kiss held for only a moment, yet felt as though it was so much longer. It left her heart pounding, her blood boiling. His words sending a shiver though out her body as he spoke. Her head merely nodding in response as she held her hand out for the key.
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Often times in life it was all about the journey, not the destination. Could she keep things wicked and sweet? He knew she could, the length of time she could manage it was debatable, especially depending upon how he acted in kind. It didn't matter truthfully how long it lasted. He would revel in this time with her one way or another.
She shifted just the right way to allow his actions to guide the robe off of her slender frame. That alone sent sparks of lust lancing through flesh and bone. He felt that gnawing ache start to bite harder, to sink teeth further into him. He relished it, welcomed it, and let out a low growl of approval as he was able to drink in what she had beneath her clothing with a concerted effort of all of his senses.
The blood vessels in his body started to open up as his pulse thundered through. His body responded in the very mechanical way that it normally did. His pupils dilated, his breath came in quicker, more clipped rumbles and the natural scent of his skin mingled more freely with the scent he wore to blend it into what was quite familiarly him.
She held out a hand for the key, he placed it in her hand without a second of hesitation.
Then the hand that delivered the key slid upward along the length of her back. Allowing his fingertips to dig into her skin beneath the soft dark fabric. Finally his hand slipped into the length of her hair. Fingers curling around the dark locks possessively, but not roughly. Just enough to let her know he was there.
She shifted just the right way to allow his actions to guide the robe off of her slender frame. That alone sent sparks of lust lancing through flesh and bone. He felt that gnawing ache start to bite harder, to sink teeth further into him. He relished it, welcomed it, and let out a low growl of approval as he was able to drink in what she had beneath her clothing with a concerted effort of all of his senses.
The blood vessels in his body started to open up as his pulse thundered through. His body responded in the very mechanical way that it normally did. His pupils dilated, his breath came in quicker, more clipped rumbles and the natural scent of his skin mingled more freely with the scent he wore to blend it into what was quite familiarly him.
She held out a hand for the key, he placed it in her hand without a second of hesitation.
Then the hand that delivered the key slid upward along the length of her back. Allowing his fingertips to dig into her skin beneath the soft dark fabric. Finally his hand slipped into the length of her hair. Fingers curling around the dark locks possessively, but not roughly. Just enough to let her know he was there.
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The warm metal went into her palm, fingers closing over it as her hair was pulled slightly. A soft chuckle sounding from her lips as she let her head fall back into his fist. “Thank you,” she said in a small whisper, standing for a moment just to cherish the feel. Then she lifted her head slowly, her eyes locking on his. It was that moment of cherishment where she made a decision.
She’ll give him a choice later, for now she thought what was behind the door was perfect. She suddenly craved it and she knew he would too. As soon as she opened the door at least.
Her hand went up, finding his, slowly trying to ease it away until she was out of his grasp. Her body moving away. It suddenly felt cooler. The warmth of his body gone from hers, it was enough to make her want to press back into him. But, she knew it was only a moment before she would have that warmth again. Soon. Very soon. For now, the task at hand. It was time to show him what was behind door number one. Slowly, she stepped backwards, putting a foot or so between them. Then she turned, her back to him as she walked with determination to the door.
The key slipped in easily, the lock clicking as it came undone. Fingers on the handle, she didn’t pause for suspense, she just simply pushed down and forward to open the door.
Candles, more than she could even attempt to count, lit the room. Basking it in a soft light, reflecting off of the calm, steaming water. Again, she didn’t pause. Her body pressing forward into the room, stepping toward the large stone bath that sat in the middle of the room within the ground. The bath could easily fit ten comfortably, enough room to stretch out. Which was perfect for them. Above was a shower head of sorts, stone to match the tub. A simple push of a button and rain would fall.
Her footsteps stopped as she reached the edge of the tub. Crouching to rest against her heels as she tested the water, a perfect temperature. One not hot, not cold. A perfect warm bath.
Her lips twitched into a smile as she glanced back at him.
She’ll give him a choice later, for now she thought what was behind the door was perfect. She suddenly craved it and she knew he would too. As soon as she opened the door at least.
Her hand went up, finding his, slowly trying to ease it away until she was out of his grasp. Her body moving away. It suddenly felt cooler. The warmth of his body gone from hers, it was enough to make her want to press back into him. But, she knew it was only a moment before she would have that warmth again. Soon. Very soon. For now, the task at hand. It was time to show him what was behind door number one. Slowly, she stepped backwards, putting a foot or so between them. Then she turned, her back to him as she walked with determination to the door.
The key slipped in easily, the lock clicking as it came undone. Fingers on the handle, she didn’t pause for suspense, she just simply pushed down and forward to open the door.
Candles, more than she could even attempt to count, lit the room. Basking it in a soft light, reflecting off of the calm, steaming water. Again, she didn’t pause. Her body pressing forward into the room, stepping toward the large stone bath that sat in the middle of the room within the ground. The bath could easily fit ten comfortably, enough room to stretch out. Which was perfect for them. Above was a shower head of sorts, stone to match the tub. A simple push of a button and rain would fall.
Her footsteps stopped as she reached the edge of the tub. Crouching to rest against her heels as she tested the water, a perfect temperature. One not hot, not cold. A perfect warm bath.
Her lips twitched into a smile as she glanced back at him.
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Thank you
He wondered just why she was thanking him. Was it for the key, or for the tug at her hair? Truth be told it might have been both. That thought made him grin just a little. Their eyes met and his mirth dissolved. The way she looked at him made his heart stop for just a fraction of a second, then it lurched forward to make up for the sudden hesitation. Sometimes he wished he could read what was going on behind those beautiful blue eyes.
She gently detangled his hand from her hair and he released her with one final little hint of a tug. She started to move away and her absence was felt sharply. The warmth of her body, the perfect way her curves pressed against the hard planes of his body. Still someone had to open the door, and she had the key now. So instead of complaining about it, he let himself enjoy the sight of her walking toward the door in the dark gown. His eyes drank her in, and he could not help but feel heat rush through his spine. Christ she was gorgeous! He could not wait to trace every inch of skin, every curve with his fingers, the palms of his hands, his lips. To feel their bodies tangled together in sweet, perfect bliss.
The lock clicked, and then she pushed the door open. The darkness swayed and danced around candles flickering glow. The candles themselves made him smile, but what he saw beyond them made that smile light up his face, and his eyes. He didn't hesitate, he walked forward toward the door frame. He figured that if she wanted him to wait for something she'd tell him so.
"Well, that looks absolutely perfect."
His smile warmed the tone of his voice as well.
He wondered just why she was thanking him. Was it for the key, or for the tug at her hair? Truth be told it might have been both. That thought made him grin just a little. Their eyes met and his mirth dissolved. The way she looked at him made his heart stop for just a fraction of a second, then it lurched forward to make up for the sudden hesitation. Sometimes he wished he could read what was going on behind those beautiful blue eyes.
She gently detangled his hand from her hair and he released her with one final little hint of a tug. She started to move away and her absence was felt sharply. The warmth of her body, the perfect way her curves pressed against the hard planes of his body. Still someone had to open the door, and she had the key now. So instead of complaining about it, he let himself enjoy the sight of her walking toward the door in the dark gown. His eyes drank her in, and he could not help but feel heat rush through his spine. Christ she was gorgeous! He could not wait to trace every inch of skin, every curve with his fingers, the palms of his hands, his lips. To feel their bodies tangled together in sweet, perfect bliss.
The lock clicked, and then she pushed the door open. The darkness swayed and danced around candles flickering glow. The candles themselves made him smile, but what he saw beyond them made that smile light up his face, and his eyes. He didn't hesitate, he walked forward toward the door frame. He figured that if she wanted him to wait for something she'd tell him so.
"Well, that looks absolutely perfect."
His smile warmed the tone of his voice as well.
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Standing straight she gave a quick glance toward him before turning her attention to the water. One toe slowly sinking into the warm bath before pulling out. Then she simply let her foot rise and fall within the water, letting the bottom of her foot find the stone steps. The other foot followed, going one down, then another. It wasn't long before her foot reached the bottom of the bath, the warm water meeting her stomach.
It felt refreshing... but not quite right.
Her knees bent, lowering her body to let her head fall back, hair meeting the water as she drenched it before going back up. The black gown flowing slightly at her waist but clenching at her chest. The silk felt constricting suddenly.
Her head turned, casting a glance in his direction, a smile curved on her lips. "You're more than welcome to join."
It felt refreshing... but not quite right.
Her knees bent, lowering her body to let her head fall back, hair meeting the water as she drenched it before going back up. The black gown flowing slightly at her waist but clenching at her chest. The silk felt constricting suddenly.
Her head turned, casting a glance in his direction, a smile curved on her lips. "You're more than welcome to join."
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He watched her in absolute silence. Well almost absolute silence. There was a slight increase in his rate of breathing as he watched the water embrace her figure. He could already feel his pulse spiking, his blood boiling, his skin flushing. He seemed completely frozen as he watched her descend completely into the water, and then look to him and extend an invitation.
She knew him too fucking well. With a deep ragged breath he started to walk forward. Unlike his beautiful counterpart however he was not about to step into that water fully clothed. His hands dipped and found the hem of his shirt long enough to tug it up and off rapidly. It was a sign of just how completely distracted and enraptured with her that he was; he had completely forgotten about the rules of this place. It was not until he was trying to figure out the logistics of climbing into the tub and removing his pants at the same time that he remembered.
With a hint of a chuckle he drew a deep calming breath. She was so often like an all consuming flame and his mind was dry tinder. She set him on fire and consumed his ability to think clearly.
He started to lower himself into the water and as he did so every hint of remaining clothing simply vanished. As the water settled around his hips his body was on display for her. He wasted no time. Closing the distance between them he pressed himself close. His hand sliding up to tangle in that long, gorgeous hair. Wrapping it around his fist he pulled her into a hungry, passionate kiss.
She knew him too fucking well. With a deep ragged breath he started to walk forward. Unlike his beautiful counterpart however he was not about to step into that water fully clothed. His hands dipped and found the hem of his shirt long enough to tug it up and off rapidly. It was a sign of just how completely distracted and enraptured with her that he was; he had completely forgotten about the rules of this place. It was not until he was trying to figure out the logistics of climbing into the tub and removing his pants at the same time that he remembered.
With a hint of a chuckle he drew a deep calming breath. She was so often like an all consuming flame and his mind was dry tinder. She set him on fire and consumed his ability to think clearly.
He started to lower himself into the water and as he did so every hint of remaining clothing simply vanished. As the water settled around his hips his body was on display for her. He wasted no time. Closing the distance between them he pressed himself close. His hand sliding up to tangle in that long, gorgeous hair. Wrapping it around his fist he pulled her into a hungry, passionate kiss.
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Many forgot the control they had over this world while visiting. She could tell that he has as his fingers found his shirt to pull it off. He could have just zapped it away. But, the memory of the power he had in her world seemed to come back as he fumbled to get undressed and enter at the same time. It was enough to make her giggle softly, the sight of him flustered.
But as he stepped in, his clothes were gone. The memory fully restored as he became as bare as one could possibly be. She suddenly felt overdressed. Well, really she was... after all she was still covered. He'll take care of that soon enough, she knew.
No time was wasted as his fingers found her hair, twisting it into his fist. Small droplets of water falling from it as her hair was lightly pulled. His lips finding hers in a deep kiss. She had no intention of complaining about it. Not in the less.
She welcomed it. She cherished it. A passionate kiss that instantly brought her body alive. Arms moving to curl around his wide shoulders, her body moving to press closer. Tongue searching for his, seeking a dance. One that she found.
It was disappointment to herself when she had to break away for air, her lips lingering as long as she could allow before her head pulled back slightly. The smile genuine and wide on her lips. Her voice breathless and soft.
"So I take it that you like this choice?"
But as he stepped in, his clothes were gone. The memory fully restored as he became as bare as one could possibly be. She suddenly felt overdressed. Well, really she was... after all she was still covered. He'll take care of that soon enough, she knew.
No time was wasted as his fingers found her hair, twisting it into his fist. Small droplets of water falling from it as her hair was lightly pulled. His lips finding hers in a deep kiss. She had no intention of complaining about it. Not in the less.
She welcomed it. She cherished it. A passionate kiss that instantly brought her body alive. Arms moving to curl around his wide shoulders, her body moving to press closer. Tongue searching for his, seeking a dance. One that she found.
It was disappointment to herself when she had to break away for air, her lips lingering as long as she could allow before her head pulled back slightly. The smile genuine and wide on her lips. Her voice breathless and soft.
"So I take it that you like this choice?"
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Breathing was all but a memory with her. Something often chased but rarely caught. Yet the kiss shattered as the need for air became desperate with both of them. He simply stared at her. Not her body, not the way that the soaked cloth hugged to her curves, no. This was that soul searing passion driven gaze that locked eyes and simply did not let go.
Her voice. Her words, they pierced the haze and pulled fourth a sound she knew well, a sound that was simple, but so very expressive. A deep chuckle rumbled in his throat.
He did not release the grip on her sodden hair. If anything it became a little tighter. Excitement and hunger coursed through his veins, setting him on fire from head to toe. That did not mean he wasn't in control however. That slip was brief and hopefully the only one, for now anyway. She knew too many buttons, knew him all to well for him to foolishly think that he would not lose control again.
He pressed closer to her body, moving both of them back toward the edge of the tub, where the molded seats jutted out from the smooth walls. Twisting he deposited himself down upon one, and then promptly, firmly guided her to straddle across his lap.
"Yes Princess. I think this was a very good choice. I approve. As if you had any doubts."
His hands slid down her body, sliding down to the soaked cloth. Oh he could have simply thought the clothing away and it would have vanished but some things were just better done with your hands. Like feeling the beautiful, smooth curves of a Goddess under them.
The heavy fabric came up slowly, his fingers sliding just around where her flanks gave way to her back, while the palms drift where it yielded to her abdomen. It was slow, deliberate movement. He was taking the time to cherish every inch of skin, and wake up each little nerve ending, one at a time. His eyes still kept hers because he knew watching this process was just as dangerous to him as doing it was to her.
He spoke, but there was a feral, hungry tone in his voice a very obvious growl. He didn't bother to mask his desire. It would not be effective anyway with her settled so in his lap. His hunger was quite obvious, and pressing into her inner thigh.
"So, what is next on the agenda, My dear?"
Her voice. Her words, they pierced the haze and pulled fourth a sound she knew well, a sound that was simple, but so very expressive. A deep chuckle rumbled in his throat.
He did not release the grip on her sodden hair. If anything it became a little tighter. Excitement and hunger coursed through his veins, setting him on fire from head to toe. That did not mean he wasn't in control however. That slip was brief and hopefully the only one, for now anyway. She knew too many buttons, knew him all to well for him to foolishly think that he would not lose control again.
He pressed closer to her body, moving both of them back toward the edge of the tub, where the molded seats jutted out from the smooth walls. Twisting he deposited himself down upon one, and then promptly, firmly guided her to straddle across his lap.
"Yes Princess. I think this was a very good choice. I approve. As if you had any doubts."
His hands slid down her body, sliding down to the soaked cloth. Oh he could have simply thought the clothing away and it would have vanished but some things were just better done with your hands. Like feeling the beautiful, smooth curves of a Goddess under them.
The heavy fabric came up slowly, his fingers sliding just around where her flanks gave way to her back, while the palms drift where it yielded to her abdomen. It was slow, deliberate movement. He was taking the time to cherish every inch of skin, and wake up each little nerve ending, one at a time. His eyes still kept hers because he knew watching this process was just as dangerous to him as doing it was to her.
He spoke, but there was a feral, hungry tone in his voice a very obvious growl. He didn't bother to mask his desire. It would not be effective anyway with her settled so in his lap. His hunger was quite obvious, and pressing into her inner thigh.
"So, what is next on the agenda, My dear?"
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