Sand's Castle

[Leopald]

From his view, he could clearly see the line of saliva slip from her mouth as she struggled to behave herself, and when he heard the accompanying secondary whimper, he decided to reward her for her patience.

She had played the game rather well, between his teasing of her pussy and ass and the cock between her lips, so it was time to move on. He ran a finger along her cheek for a moment, then stroked her hair, brushing it fully out of her face as he smiled down at her. It wasn't often he demonstrated mercy in this area, but he figured she had earned more than just teasing actions and words for her efforts. He spoke softly, just barely loud enough to be heard.

You've done well, toy... Go ahead, taste of me.

He offered only slightly more of the head of his shaft for her to enjoy. The rest would come when she proved worthy of it, but at least he knew now that she would be getting what she wanted. He wouldn't simply tease her and walk away, as fun and cruel as such an act would be.

 

[MaskofSand]

*He's going to pull away, I'm sure of it. The feel of his hand against my cheek, I start to loosen my lips, let him take back what is his and end this game... But instead, he lets himself take more, allowing me more of his cock, a shiver running through me. It's not Vati, but...*

Mnph.

*The closest to a thank you I can manage in this spot, but I try to let my actions compensate for lack of words; savoring the sample of his length allowed to grace my undeserving tongue. I can feel the eyes upon me, both Mister Leo and Vati. That twinge of shame courses through me again. I was so desperate to finally be given what I wanted that I'm drooling all over this 'new friend's' cock... But what better way to say hello?*

 

[Leopald]

A soft sigh leaves him as he watches and feels her work. She seemed rather eager to please, and he smiled in slight amusement. Her lips were circled around him, and her tongue was certainly talented, so he allowed her to continue.

Fingers brushed her hair back again, to ensure that he could see, and that she couldn't hide from his next words.

Look at you, toy... You said you wanted to be used, and here you are, sucking on the cock of a man you've only just met. You're certainly living up to your desires, aren't you? Well, how is it? Are you enjoying that cock, little toy?

Soft laughter, and hips began to rock, sliding his shaft in and out of her mouth, giving her a little more with each stroke. Hands were running down her back in appreciation. She was going to earn him in all her holes...

 

[fr33ks33k]

*Wanders into the magnificent sand structure, still a bit perplexed by the open door...moving quietly toward the library, browsing the varied titles and settling on one that seems interesting. Slave Furniture: Concept, Creation, and Use. Eyes widen at some illustrations, chuckles intermittently at some of the text, but continuing to read at leisure, every now and again looking up to see if anyone else is about*

I wonder who lives here? They definitely took the motif to the extreme, but it's a nice departure from the ordinary....

 

[MaskofSand]

*with the permission given, I continue to give the best hello I can, my tongue tracing against the cock placed inside my mouth. My current position makes it hard to give proper attentions, but I try to make the best of it; stretching and tightening, the accidental drool of earlier helping to lube my lips and provide a better motion against him.*

*I feel his hand in my hair, peering up at him as I hear his voice, reminding me of just how wanting I am... Closing my eyes, I give a muffled growl in reply, not daring to let him go to actually answer. Still, between that and the way my hips are once again twisting and writhing, he must be aware of my feelings on the matter.*

*He's taking up more of my mouth. I panic a bit- have I been lurching forward? No, this is from his own motions... He's using me, just as Vati had wanted. I groan again, sucking on his shaft as it passes over my lips with each thrust. I want to make him happy. I want him to be pleased with me... Both of them.*

 

[Leopald]

Mmmm... But she was good, even in this limited position. Must be tough to fully employ talents with your head and wrists stuck in place like that. But it certainly didn't stop his hips from moving, nor did it cause him to not appreciate the sucking sensations from her mouth. He even managed a groan of pleasure once or twice. Yet, this wasn't what he truly wanted from her, as much fun as it was and would continue to be. So, with a sigh, he slowly retrieved his member from her attentive mouth.

His cock swayed freely as he moved around behind and out of her line of sight. He slowly stripped himself of his coat and folded it upon itself to set it on the stool, before positioning himself directly behind her advertised holes. Fingers gently traced the letters and arrows on flesh, noting her reaction as they moved. A heavy slap came down on her ass, then two more followed quickly. No reason, no rhyme, simply because he could.

The tip of his slick cock teased at the exposed pussy before him, running up and down the slit, as he spoke again.

You said you wanted to be used... I want to hear you beg for it.

 

[MaskofSand]

*A soft whine leaves me as he pulls away, my mouth still hanging open in hopes he'll change his mind and return his cock to me. Did I do something wrong? Why is he moving away? No, not him too; damn it! Biting my lips together in frustration as he moves beyond the blocking view of the stocks, I try my best to keep from voicing the complaints resounding in my head.*

...Mister Leo?

*I hear the sound of rustling clothing, the gentle thunk of something to the stool. Well, he's not leaving. That's a somewhat good sign? I start to worry that he's planning another tease with that glass of his, or take a turn at the various instruments left on the far wall. His fingers alone delicately touch my back, causing me to stiffen and gasp, not realizing he was that close still. Try not to move, try not to move...*

HA!
*That was broken as his hand connected with my flesh, hips snapping away from the sharp sting as I yelp out, slightly more aware of it as two more come- but that doesn't stop them from hurting like hell. As the burn from that still smolders against my ass, I feel something else... Him resting ever so delicately against my sex. Shivering as he teases, I tighten my fists, refusing to let myself try and rock back against him, groaning at his request*

Please... P-please, Mister Leo...

*Swallowing, glancing up for a brief moment, enough to barely see the polished shoe perched atop the knee across the room. I can't look any higher than that. I don't want to see his face right now, closing my eyes as I draw a breath and beg fully*

Please, Mister Leo, fuck my aching pussy, use me like the whore he wants, I'm just- I'm just another piece of this place for visitors t-to enjoy and use... I want to know I've done well for you and him and- uhnnn, I can't take this- please, please, FUCK ME!

 

[fr33ks33k]

*Continues reading, but stops suddenly at a sound that is eerily like a palm meeting soft flesh. Murmured voices waft up from somewhere below the library...ears strain to hear what they're saying*

 

[Leopald]

His head cants slightly to the side while his pelvis rolls back and forth. The tip of his member can feel the wet heat from her sex nearly engulfing him as it rose and fell along her folds. Her voice reaches his ears, and a soft chuckle is the only response he offers. Time for the last of his game, the final mind-fuck, unless he thought of something else that he simply couldn't resist. He pulled away.

He was still behind her, and still very close, but he was no longer making contact in any form. There was nothing but silence as he stood, shaft throbbing in the air while it pointed at its goal, arms crossed resolutely, even his breathing slowed to hide his presence.

The girl who needed her mask... Now stuck in silence.

After a good minute, he finally gave her what she had begged so deliciously for, and his shaft pierced her sex slowly, sinking all the way down while hands came down on her ass and squeezed the flesh.

 

[LyingReflection]

A simple full body mirror sits alone in one of the many dark rooms of the large castle. Suddenly it shudders for a moment before a hazy image appears within the glass. The image grows, getting closer and closer as if walking right up as if there was something behind the mirror. A shoe presses through the glass, followed by a leg and eventually the once hazy figure emerges fully. The mirror is cracked in the center, jagged streaks running outwards from the break.

Hmm... interesting place...

He dusts himself off, taking a glance around the room. Sunlight is coming in through an open window on the far wall. He moves toward it, the light giving distinction to a previously vague figure. He wears worn dress shoes, black leather with silver tips. A pair of black slacks, creases running up each pant leg. A simple black button-up is tucked into the slacks. A leather belt fits around his waist. His sleeves are rolled up and his hands are stuffed into his pockets. His hair is a silvery white and he has eyes of a brilliant emerald hue.

Making it to the window he looks outside to get a feeling for where he his. Seems he is up high on a cliff, overlooking a shore. He can smell the salt in the air and hear gulls far below. The coast. Interesting indeed. He realizes he's far from his previous domain.

With a sigh he pulls one hand out to rub his neck. There are bloodied bandages here and there on his arm. Some of his fingers are wrapped similarly. Turning back towards the room, he decides to go explore this strange place. Part of him wonders who he might find if anyone. He had a feeling this place was quite large.

Well... only one way to find out.

And at that, the man slips out into the hallway...

 

[MaskofSand]

Times change, memories remain. Trinkets of the past, reminders of exchanges and interactions. People come and go like the waves outside this place, eroding at the sand- both outside and in.

Reshaping.

Changed, but still at its core what it has always been.

A room of past trinkets; old cups, empty bottles... Back into boxes, placed onto shelves, kept behind closed and locked doors.

The castle is changing.
As is the girl with the masks.

The click of the lock seems so loud in the silent halls as she closes the door, the noise met with another down the hall.
Noise...
...curious.

Slipping slowly down the walkway, peering around the corner to find the source of the sound.

A man.
Even more curious.

"Hello...," she says softly, a faint smile to her lips. "Welcome to my castle. It's a place of dreams and fantasies, where one can relax and release as they wish. I'm... Most people call me Sandy." A touch of pink tints her pale cheeks, her smile growing as she looks to the floor a moment, then back to the man in black. "If there is anything I can do for you, please... Don't hesitate to say."

 

[LyingReflection]

"If there is anything I can do for you, please... Don't hesitate to say."


He doesn't make a sound, his green eyes peering over her figure. His lips slowly pull into a smirk. A hand lifts out of his pocket and runs through his silvery hair.

"Very kind of you, offering yourself to a stranger like that,"

He took a step towards her, tucking his bandaged hand back into his pocket.

"Sandy you say? That's interesting... so this would be what? Your 'sand castle'?"

Another step. His eyes lock onto hers, something about them. They look... familiar.

"I'm Ly. A pleasure I'm sure."

He moves up next to her, cocking his head to the side.

"So is it just you all alone in here?"

 

[MaskofSand]

"Hospitality, sir. Everyone welcomes a little hospitality." She smiles again, curiously watching this Man in Black. A little laugh and nod comes from his piecing of her name and their surroundings, a hand gesturing about. "That it is. I thought the combination was... Fitting."

The look on his face, in his eyes... Probing. His own curiosity showing through faintly. "Nice to meet you, Mister Ly."

His steps, so slowly, discreetly taken, had brought him closer to her now. Something about him sent a chill through her... That look. That look in his eyes....

"Just me, sir. It's been quiet here for quite awhile... I've been busying myself with maintenance and the like. A big place can gather a lot of dust... Rearranging, recollecting. Some places just seem too empty. Every little noise echoes."

She smiled again, pointing behind him. "If you like, there's a bar back in the main hall. I could get you a drink...?"

 

[LyingReflection]

"If you like, there's a bar back in the main hall. I could get you a drink...?"

He raised a brow, turning to look in the direction she had pointed. Back the way he had come. He hadn't seen a main hall, but then again he was just randomly meandering around the place. Green eyes trailed the hall, looking at the various decorations before they centered back on the girl, Sandy as she said her name was. He narrowed them, studying her innocent demeanor. There was something hidden behind those eyes. Something darker. It took one to know one.

“A drink would be nice, but I'd rath--”

His hand lashed out, plucking her from where she stood. With a firm grip he pulled her right up close. He didn't trust her.

“This is all a little too quaint. There's something else going on here...”

His fist clutched her dress. He had been lied to and deceived much too often in the past and this whole thing felt bad. He could feel the tension in this place. That same uncomfortable sensation that rushes through you when you stand in a room where something terrible happened.

“There is a darkness here... I can feel it.”

He narrowed his eyes at her again, the bandages around his fingers and palms started to bleed through with the pressure and strain.

“I want to know the truth. Now.”

 

[MaskofSand]

She started to smile, a single step taken to pass the Man in Black, planning to help with his drink, halting with widened eyes as he grabbed her arm. A yank, a tightening fist upon her skin. "Mister Ly-," she started with a sharp breath, shivering slightly.

Accusational.
Angry.
His words were confusing, frightening.

"I-I don't...," she whispered, shaking her head slightly as she stared up at him.

Darkness...

Her face whitened slightly, looking away from him. "Mister Ly, please let me go. Please..." She cringed as his fingers tightened, a grip so tight that her fingers felt numb, her skin aching under his palm, the stain of his reddened wrappings lingering on her white dress. "I don't know what you mean- Please, I-" She hesitated, glancing to the wall beside her.

The castle?
It's purpose?

"You mean... me... Here...?" She swallowed again, her voice shaking slightly as she felt those eyes set upon her. Intimidating man. "There... used to be... more to this place. I admit to that, Mister Ly. An aspect to this place, to... to me... that's faded. It was darker, sir." She tried to pull from his hold, cringing again. He had such strong, commanding hands. Just his mere touch set a tremble to her breath. "It's a shadow here, now. A shadow. Fading..." She attempted once more to tug free, the unwavering expression to his face making her feel more needed to be said.

She just didn't know what he expected of her.

"Perhaps a drink is not what you want then. Perhaps it is... a tour." Her voice was soft, frightened.

 

[LyingReflection]

Narrowed eyes constantly scrutinized her body language as he talked to her. She was frightened, that much was obvious... but it wasn't just him. Something else... something from her past.

"I-I don't...,"

Yes you do he thought. She knew exactly what he was talking about. He could tell, it was written all over her face. There was a shade of shame there and she was trying too hard to stare at him, keep eye contact.

A clear sign that she was lying. Maybe she didn't want to remember.

"I don't know what you mean- Please, I-"

Hesitation, a quick glance away. Now he was certain.

Then, almost all at once, bits of the truth started to slip out. There used to be more, a darker aspect to this place and to her. She tried to pull away again. His grip would not let up, despite the bloody bandages and the cuts underneath. A fading shadow? What could she have meant by that? His curiosity was getting the best of him.

"Perhaps a drink is not what you want then. Perhaps it is... a tour."

He blinked, coming back from his thoughts. Suddenly he released her hand and lifted his own to inspect it. His other hand slipped from his pocket and attempted to adjust the soiled bandages. They had come unwrapped and dangled freely. Some of the deep lacerations oozed bright red, recent wounds. They etched across his skin randomly it seemed, sometimes crisscrossing, other ones stretched from his palm to halfway up his forearm. He looked down at it, then up to her, and finally back at the mess of bandages and wounds. A scowl spread across his face but he bit at his lip and forced it away.

Narrowed eyes were upon her once more.

“Hrm.”

He lingered a moment to find the right words.

“I suspect this mausoleum of yours would have some sort of first aid facilities? I would... appreciate it.”

He looked away coyly.

“Then I'll take you up on that drink and a tour.”

 

[MaskofSand]

The marks were more noticable now, attention drawn as he tried to hide it. Her fear turned. Confusion. Concern. Frightening or not, a guest in her place needed her help.

And the spoken request came.
A nod. Firmly, calmly.
"Of course, mister Ly."

She led him through the halls, past numerous doors, down a flight of stairs. Another turn, another door. "Injuries are not uncommon here," she noted softly, gesturing for him to come inside the room. An overstuffed chair sat off to one corner, a little wooden stool beside it. A few cabinets, a wall of bottles and containers. Her hands explored inside one of the old cabinet doors, finally retrieving a ream of gauze and a small bottle.

"If you'll sit, mister Ly, I will try to help." She smiled softly, settling herself on the stool and pointing to the chair.

 

[LyingReflection]

She lead him away, just like that. Concern swimming in those eyes of hers. The hesitation was gone, replaced by a determined resolve it seemed. So they made their way through countless halls, past many closed doors, down a flight of stairs, and all the while he didn't count a single other soul. She really was the only other one there.

His eyes fell upon her again, walking so calmly... almost gliding across the carpeting. That long dark hair, the flowing white dress. She almost looked a ghost in some sort of haunted house.

What was she doing here all alone?

For that matter, what keeps her here?

His mind was caught up in questions when they passed the mirror hanging innocently enough along the hallway wall. He hadn't even noticed, his eyes focused on the girl before him. The reflection on the other side walked with him, moved as he did, but it didn't look like Ly at all. Shorter hair, dark and messy. A 24 hour shadow. Glasses. Only the eyes were the same. Deep piercing emerald orbs.

Ly only caught sight of his reflection for a second, those eyes narrowed. Both at the other. The reflection mouthed something from the other side. Then they turned a corner and he was gone. A smirk came to his lips as he thought about what his other half had said. It lingered a moment or two before she finally led him into the room.

He took a seat on the ridiculously plush chair and offered her his hand. His eyes cast toward her own. He stared into her once more, his thoughts coming back to those unspoken words.

"Don't hurt her? Oh... but I've got such plans for this one."

 

[MaskofSand]

She tried not to focus on his expression. Mister Ly confused her... Worried her. Something about him- a curious familiar air that just didn't set right.

Don't linger on that.
Focus on the task at hand.
Which just so happened to be a hand.

Rewrapping the wounds, her fingers moved cautiously... Delicately. How had this happened to him? What had caused him so much damage?

Not her place to inquire. Simply offer what she could.
"Mister Ly," she began in a hesitant tone. "You seem... questioning of me. Of this place... What is it that bothers you so?"

Tucking the ends back in on itself, she stayed on the short stool at his feet, looking up him curiously.

 

[LyingReflection]

Scrutinizing eyes peered down at the girl as she worked, cleaning and then administering new dressings to his hand and wrist. He glanced over to her feet where a pile of blood stained bandages laid. Then his eyes drifted back to her again. The whole time she wouldn't look up at him. She had to feel it, his eyes on her.

Then the question came, followed by a hesitant raise of the head. Her eyes finally met his own. He glanced back and forth, from one eye to the other. He let his tongue slide out along his lips, wetting them before he started to chew his bottom one in thought. He rested his elbow on his knee and examined her handiwork, facing his hand front and back. He curled his fingers one at a time, pinky to thumb, and then stretched them back out again.

She had practice at this. What was it she said in the hallway?

"Injuries are not uncommon here."

He narrowed his eyes at her, his arm lowering to rest along his knee.

"You said something about injuries being common. That, crossed with the uneasy feeling I get from this place, makes me curious. What kind of place do you come to... to get hurt?"

He leaned forward a bit, closing the already short distance between them.

"You know what comes to mind? Whips and chains, metal and leather. Screams and moans... blood."

He furrowed his brow, lifting his newly bandaged hand as slender fingers grasped her chin, forcing her to look at him.

"Am I on the right track?"

 

[MaskofSand]

The look on his face. Still the doubt, the questioning. The way he looked her over... She wanted to look away from him, to hide from his gaze. He seemed to stare straight through her.

A soft pass of breath left her lips as he looked to his hand, relieving her of his scrutinizing gaze. The chill still remained, the feeling of... Doubt. This time, a doubt on her own behalf. What was she so afraid of? Instead of letting herself linger on that thought, she attempted to begin cleaning the mess she had created, soiled bandages taken up from the floor... Briefly.

He recalled her words to her, regaining her attention. She hesitated, looked to his hand. It was clean now. It looked... Better now.

"It's..."

He guessed at the underlying intentions, words given so openly, casually... Yet with such purpose to them. She tried to look away, a hue rising in her cheeks, a delicate gasp parting her lips as he placed that freshly bound hand to her jaw.

Firm.
Commanding.

She whimpered, a meek noise that forced free.

"Far more than I think you realize, Mister Ly. I told you this is a place of dreams and fantasies... And some... Some have rather dark dreams." She stared at him, trying to keep her composure. "I am merely providing a means for release of those desires. At one time, there was more to that. But these walls have been quiet, silent... To those desires... For a long while."

She didn't move. Her jaw stayed in his fingers, that need to look away broken. She simply stared at him, speaking softly. Gentle words...

"I still owe you a tour. And drink... Mister Ly."

 

[LyingReflection]

Those pretty eyes stared right back into his own. She was getting brave.

“Don't change the subject.”

He let go of her chin, his fingers grazing her flesh as they slipped away, and leaned back in the chair. His elbow propped up on one arm rest, his cheek resting against a closed fist. Curious eyes peered down to her.

“You said something about there being more. There was a time when you shared in those desires, instead of just being... used. Wasn't there?”

He knew from her reaction to his touch. There was something dark in her as well, something scratching at that ever so innocent looking surface. It peeked out when he put his hand on her and Ly wanted to see it again. His curiosity was getting the better of him. It always got him into trouble and this time was no different.

Suddenly he lurched forward, his hands planted on the floor, his nose almost touching her. A devious grin spread across his face. He stared at her through silver strands.

His lips parted, neck tilted slightly. Brashly he dragged his tongue horizontally across her lips and over the skin of her cheek. His head turned to offer him easier access. That tongue moved to her neck as he leaned in more. It slithered up and behind her ear. He pulled it back and replaced it's wet touch with his soft lips as he left a whisper.

“I think it's time you were put to use again... and again... and again...”

 

[MaskofSand]

“Don't change the subject.”

She stiffened slightly, quickly losing her gaze on him, her eyes looking off past him, over his right shoulder instead. He knew what she was trying to do. It was hard... to say so much, without saying too much. It seemed to only make the curious man more curious on HER.

As his fingers withdrew, another shiver ran through her, her attention dropping back to his knees, to her own hands rested between her legs.

But he was still watching.
Investigating.
Probing.

She hesitantly looked back up, finding him nonchalantly looking her over.
"There... there was... something like that...," She started slowly, trying to look away again.
He asked simple questions, but they were so hard to answer. She adjusted on the little stool, falling off it as he suddenly lurched forward, planting his hands on either side of her. Her eyes widened, staring at him as she gasped. Too close. Far too close, far too-

A light whimper passed into her throat as his tongue glided over her lips, the arms trying so hard to keep her sitting up buckling weakly. Her heart was racing insanely now, the sound of it building in her ears as he traced up alongside one of them. "M-Mister Ly-," She whispered hoarsely, closing her eyes tightly.

His words.
He spoke quietly, but they sounded booming in her ear.
Her arms finally gave out. She fell back, looking up at him from the floor, studying him.

"As you wish, Mister Ly," She finally replied, her voice trying to be firm.
It was a very weak attempt.

 

[LyingReflection]

"Oh please... don't pander to me."

A roll of his eyes as he lifted himself up and stepped over her.

"I respect honesty."

With a glance over his shoulder, he smirked again. Perhaps it had been some kind of fate that landed him here. This girl was exactly what he needed, an outlet for him to use and abuse as he saw fit. Ly stepped back and turned on his heel to once again face her. He dropped down to a crouch beside her head, smirking devilishly. It looked so natural on him, that too wide grin, like he was born with it plastered over that pale face. His hand drifted down slowly, then swung across, the back of it slapping across her cheek.

"Don't ever lie to me or hide your feelings."

Green eyes narrowed at her.

"... ever."

He rose up again and stepped back over her, turning mid-stride to fall back into the plush chair. He lifted his leg and placed his foot on her stool. Emerald orbs peered down to her. His eyes almost whispered to her there was so much emotion in them. Such intensity. They burned through her, through everything she was. He wanted to see it all, he wanted all of her. All to himself. Ly was all kinds of greedy when he found something he wanted. He let his leg sway back and forth, a teasing gesture.

"I want you to fuck my leg. If it were a man, make him cum."

Hidden in the outside simplicity of the command was an underlying test. An examination of her talents. He wanted to see what she could do with what she was given. He could have easily had her tested using himself, but this would be more challenging. She would have to be creative. He was almost anxious to see how she fared.

 

[MaskofSand]

She looked away for a moment as he spoke, a guilty twinge coming to her face. As he turned back, she simply watched, a mix of curiosity and fear running through her as he dropped beside her. Intriguing man, scary man. He made her heart race from the air about him, the want inside her desperate to find out more.

That smirk was so confusing. It gave away nothing.
It certainly gave no warning on the slap given to her cheek. A sharp surprised yelp left her lips, her hand reaching up to cup the reddened skin, her eyes wide as she watched him.
A lesson learned. One to be kept and filed away.

She sat up as he returned to the chair, still gingerly touching her cheek while watching him. A strong part of her begged her to look away, to break the connection between that stare he gave. He was doing it again. That attempt to see inside her. How much could he see, could he read from her with that ominous look of his?

The leg placed on the stool, the foot resting before her face- something to focus on, to lose the hypnotic lock with his gaze.

At least for a moment.

His request drew her eyes back to his, quickly returning to the leg and foot. She shifted forward, moving closer to the presented appendage. No words. He hadn't asked her for words, simply for actions...

The shoe first. Her head lowered, her lips parting, her tongue stroking against the top of his foot. Delicate moments, her body rising from the floor as she continued. Her hands slid up his pantleg, caressing over the fabric, sliding herself over his shin, her dress draping over her own thighs. One hand moved to hold against his thigh, the other resting behind her, just above his ankle.

She looked at him, her face solemn... but her eyes held a determined glimmer, an adamant want to match his demand. Her sex pressed against his pant leg, free from confines of clothing on her own behalf. The warmth of his body met her, encouraging a grind down against him, her hips circling slowly as she watched him.

Those eyes didn't let her stare too long.

She rocked up against him, clutching harder, her thighs tightening about his. He told her not to lie, not to hide how she felt. An ache. Want, NEED. That stare drove it from her, drove her body to writhe against him. The hand that had held behind her came to rest beside the other on his thigh, fingers tightening into his leg, nails clutching through the fabric to dig into skin. A harder rocking, her hips curling down into him, driving a whimper from her throat. The crease of his pants rode perfectly, enough to provide delicious friction against her, enough to encourage...

Her head fell against her shoulder, groaning softly.
But what he said.
If it were a man... Make him cum.
Him.

She slowed. Tried to calm herself, not be greedy on what she ached for.
But it's just... so... hard...