Noon's Suite at Cloud 9 (Invitation Only)

[Luna_Wolf72]

A low whimper. Was that me? Fuck, it was. He was torturing me! It wasn't fair. His voice proved that he was also tormenting himself. That made it slightly easier to take. For the moment, for as long as I could hold out without begging. I believe I am mostly still under control. Maybe I believed that clear up until his mouth touched me. I don't allow that. I don't! And yet, my hips rolled toward him, pressing into his questing mouth. I groaned~long, low...deep in my throat. He was trying to kill me! And I had placed myself into his, oh so capable, hands.

He stopped, he moved away and I damned near cried. What was he trying to do? I heard the sound of something opening, closing, and the steady tread as he returned to the bed and placed something near by. I wanted to ask but bit my tongue. I wouldn't! And then, he left the realm of fair~far, far behind. How? He placed himself upon me, allowed my to feel the heat, the hard throbbing length, the weight. He kissed me...with an appetite that seemed to eclipse my own. I wanted to plead with him. I didn't.

His words gave little hint to...FUCK! Cold!! Ice. Ice and his mouth. Ice and him. Back and forth. I could feel the control I had, snapping. My back arched for him, feeding him my flesh. Wetness dripped from between widely spread thighs, and I felt it, running toward the crack of my ass. I was gone and I knew it.

"Please...please....please..."

Voice a whimper, a moan. My body bucking, moving, wanting...and he just kept...teasing. I wanted to kill him...

 

[Noon_Shadow]

It was amusing to him, in a detached sort of way. She'd willingly walked into this situation, handed over control, when control was typically a must for her. He was pushing the envelope with her, pushing her into things she wouldn't normally allow, and he was thrilling with it. She rock and writhed and her body began pleading in a very familiar fashion. He liked it when his partners begged, just a little bit. He wasn't a true sadist, of course, but knowing the NEED, that was always hot. Of course, this one, he doubted she'd beg or plead, even if told to.

All this running through his mind as he teased her body with his mouth and his fingers, his lips on her nipple. So it was quite the surprise when he heard her. "Please," Just that word, repeated over and over. His cock twitched. Luna didn't beg...but here she was, for his own eyes and ears, doing it. And it was fucking hot. His cock twitched again, wanting to answer that plea, to drive into her, to push into the wetness that was seeping out. He dragged her nipple out of his mouth and looked down at her body, swallowing.

Often he would draw out these moments, let the pleading continue unanswered, maybe even step up his teasing. He loved that, he loved the foreplay. But he was too fucking horny right now. He glanced down at the bag, knowing she had another implement left inside to use, and he didn't give a damn any more. Another time, maybe, assuming she didn't find her own revenge and turn the tables on him when another time came. He crawled up on top of her, mounting this time with the full intent, and he looked down at her. Such a hot fucking vixen she was, especially from this angle. He'd thought long and hard about what was to come next...and it would also be long and hard. To take her body and fuck it roughly, like he knew they both needed.

Noon leaned over her, braced himself, grabbed her hips, and then thrust his cock home with a loud, passionate cry. No words now, he was beyond them, a much more primitive part of his brain than the language center taking over. His cock slid in easily, her juices having been flowing for a long time now, lubricating the whole works. And his hips proceeded to ram into her like a wild boar, his body bouncing on top of hers mercilessly. He felt her chest bouncing up against his, her hands unable to brace herself as he forced himself inside of her, rocking again and again. Even as he lost control of his own process, he still knew that at least, tied up as she was, she still had even less control than he.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

"FUCK!!"

That was it. The first thrust and I fell apart, body spasming, completely out of my control. I wanted to hang on. I couldn't. He had me tied too well. I wanted to clasp my ankles around his ass. I couldn't. I was dying. He was killing me. He proceeded to fuck me dumb. I couldn't moan, I couldn't breathe. I couldn't think. I just couldn't. I became a hole for his enjoyment. And there was nothing I could do about it.

My hips writhed beneath his grasping hands and pounding hips. I tried to fuck back, my inner walls clenching and releasing with each thrust. I could feel him, growing inside of me. He hammered at me until I thought I would scream, explode, die. Too much. It was all just too much.

"Oh god...oh no...oh no...oh fuck...fuck...FUCK!!"

Again. The next one crashed over me and left me limp, drained. I couldn't go on. I couldn't keep up. What the hell was wrong with me!

"Please...please...please"

I needed him to follow me over...and so I pleaded, I begged...I cried, I think...I am not sure what I was doing or saying...it was all just a little bit more than I could be asked to keep taking. He was truly attempting to kill me!!

 

[Noon_Shadow]

She was crying out, he knew. He listened to voice, just the sound of it, even though he was beyond the point where he cared to process the words, didn't even attempt to discern meaning. He'd built up a great deal of passion, of need for this moment, and his body was taking it out on her prone body without remorse. She'd said something about needing to be fucked breathless, fucked empty. He didn't care to evaluate how well he was measuring against that standard. It was as though a dark shade had been drawn over his eyes, where he was seeing, but didn't focus on individual features enough to make out more than a blur.

It wasn't even a need to cum that was driving his body now, just a need to be fucking her. His hips were pushing, pounding with unsympathetic relentlessness. He could hear his flesh meeting hers, hear the bedsprings shaking, feel the clenching of her pussy against his cock, feel his cock throbbing hungrily-it mattered little. His hands were still grabbing all over her body, sliding across the whole soft feeling of her skin, his weight sinking her heavily as he felt himself rocking deep into her.

He didn't know how long his hips continued their evil exploitation of her body, but finally his eyes seemed to come into focus. There was a roaring in his ears, and he knew he was close to orgasm. He could see her muscles straining against their restraints, her mouth moving, shouting out obscenities or pleas or exaltations, he wasn't sure. He muffled those cries with his lips, savagely tasting her, and then he felt one last squeeze of her pussy about his cock, and that did it. He was tumbling over the edge, and his cock was emptying, and it was taking its damn time spilling into her, shooting fast and hard inside of her, almost hurting as he spilled so much cum into her. He sucked on her lips, muffled her cries, and fucked her senseless.

Finally his body stopped moving. He was sore, his abs were tired, his legs felt crampy, his lungs straining to catch his breath. He slid out, laid his head across her chest careless, and began slowly trying to regain his senses as his spend body remained still.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

When he came, I died. The third one roared through me like an avalanche and I couldn't be expected to stay up after that, could I? Drift. I went into drift. My body was numb. I knew that he was on me, against me but I couldn't rouse myself enough to speak, much less wriggle. I had to focus. That took time. Minutes, an eternity. Finally...

"Fuck, Noon."

Had to catch my breath, calm my breathing. Hands twisted in their bindings. Breathe! Try again.

"Can you undo me....wrists are numb."

His body was a restful silence near mine, upon mine. I wanted to cuddle him, stroke him, clean him up. Clean ME up. I felt sore. Every BIT of me was sore...and I needed to stretch...

 

[Noon_Shadow]

He stirred after a moment. He heard her voice. He opened his eyes, looked down at her. They were both such a fucking mess. He took a breath, heard her words. Yeah, she'd want to be untied at some point.

He fought the energy to crawl up her, to her wrists. Fucking knots! This was why he preferred straps. Yes, knots looked good, there was more art involved, and they certainly did the job a bit better, but damn if they weren't a bitch to remove when the job was done and you were ready to drift off to some form of oblivion. his fingertips rawly undid them. He had an easier time doing her ankles, and then he rolled off of her and found a pillow to put behind his head, his sore sweaty body still trying to resist moving.

Once she was free, he reached out to her, pulled her against, needing her warm against him, at least for a little bit longer.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Hands drifted over his skin~stroking, soothing, caressing. Soft touches. Body melded with his and I knew I was going to doze off. Tried to warn him...but not sure sure if i spoke or if the warning was only in my head. Golden brown eyes drifted shut, body relaxed further. Sleepy.

"mmm thank you...."

Silence.

 

[Noon_Shadow]

He dozed off too, his body spend more than his mind was, just needing to escape. His eyes fell shut as he cuddled her and just let himself surrender to the exhaustion.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Eyes opened but it was still dark. Took me a moment. Fuck. Left the blind on. I tugged it off and rose from his warm bed. Stretched...oooooooh. Felt good. Eyes looking for and finally finding a sink...a cloth. Hot water, soap. I washed myself. Rinse...repeat...A third time. Silent footsteps returned me to the side of his bed.

He looked destroyed. Hard work taking care of someone else. I knew exactly how he felt. Small hand cupped his length while the other used the soapy rag to clean him, thoroughly. Returned to the sink, rinsed out the soap. Made the cloth hot. Once more to his bedside to wipe the soap away. A third trip to the sink. Another cloth, cool water, no soap. Final trip to his side. using the cloth to wipe away the exertion, the sweat. I dropped the cloth when he smelled like male and not like fuck fest 2011. Mouth brushed his, before gliding down over his throat and ending just at the heavy weight of his manhood. An O, lips perfectly round before slurping his softness into my heat...tasting, remembering. Relaxing.
I wasn't trying to turn on. Just remind him. And myself.

After all, this is what started the whole damned thing. A sigh. Soft steps carry me round the room, gathering my things. Finally, when his room is put together as well as I can manage, I blow out the candles and poof out...back to my den.