Sernova's Summer Retreat

[Luna_Wolf72]

Men have a deeper scent, when they desire something. There is a dark hint of musk, the sharp tang of sweat, especially there, between thighs that can not properly close when something has grown, hardened, expanded.

I smell him.

He has tugged me ever closer, so that my head, my mouth, are just bare inches away from the pulsating thing that beckons me. My breath is soft, hot, steady. Not from lack of wanting. Never that. I am controlled, even as a bottom, especially as a bottom. I am nothing if I do not retain some semblance of control. He will win, eventually. I will bend, eventually. But it will be a fight. He knows it. I know it.

I still smell him.

His hand had released my hair, his mouth had retreated from the flesh of my ear. I feel a pang. Loss. Yet, his hand traces gentle designs on the bare flesh of my back. The other? Presses knife point to neck flesh...and draws flesh, lightly. Fulfillment. Bliss.

The release of his hand from my hair means that I can leave, if I want. But we both know I don't want to. It is easy to offer a choice when the choice has already been made.

I kneel up, bringing my mouth close enough to rest on his hardness, my breath streaming through the thin pants that cover him from my gaze. There are no words. Why would there be. He will do as he wants. And I? I will let him, because that is what I want...him, me...we...here.

I can smell him.

 

[Seranova]

The preliminaries are over and done. He knows now that she isn't going anywhere. Her mouth moving to stream hot breath upon his straining excitement is evidence enough of that. And now the fun can really begin.

The blade-free hand moves up along the back of her neck where knife had just teased, and settles to stroke ear and the flesh just below. Fingers dance in a slow waltz, as if driven by music only he can hear. The flesh is soft, warm, inviting, and his touch is more than willing to take such offers fully. Random mixtures of the lightest of grazing to a near digging and soothing of muscles beneath pads of digits follow, and his smile only grows.

But the sharpness would not be left out. As the fingers dance their seduction, the knife weaves its own desire. A quick flick of wrist, and a small, thin, delicate red line forms along her shoulderblade. A slow, even dragging motion, and another tiny red flay crosses it. The point stands on skin betwixt the two, and the knife is twisted in his grasp to barely pierce in a single dot. A minute drop of crimson forms around the very tip of steel. There was nothing that would leave marks. Yet. Just a few lines and dots to prepare and heighten her nerves.

All the while, his cock pushes against her lips as if of its own accord, its own desire. Even a Dominant mind cannot control such things...

A growl passes lips. He is getting hungry now.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Nothing soothes like pain that is barely felt and softness that changes at a whim. Maybe that is not true for most, but it is the TRUTH for me. Nothing soothes like the unknowable. Two hands do very different work. Two hands elicit very different responses. But in the end, it always comes down to one thing. Comfort. The comfort I feel from hands that are working ON me.

I hear his low growl and my mouth opens, just a touch. Breath is forced through a mouth that grazes hardness. I feel that hardness twitch. I feel his body react. He is a dominant, a damned good one. But I am a Top...and even if I am on my knees...even if he has all of the control? I know how to do, what I do, to give myself pleasure.

His unguarded reaction? Pleases me. We are no longer playing. We are no longer testing the water. We are swimming for the deep end, and swimming fast. And no one is offering a life vest. No matter. Tongue tip wets thin cloth as knife point cuts, cuts, presses. It stings. Burns. Soothes. My breathing is hard, fast. Hot. He knows. We are no longer feeling one another out...now we are headed down the first stretch.

It will end when it ends.

 

[Seranova]

His reactions were unchecked, but he didn't care in this moment. As her lips continue to tease the material-covered flesh, it can't help but try to leap out and find its way to her through the thin pants that hold it at bay. Impatience is always the first reaction of the body. It is only the strong will and mind that can keep that impatience in check.

But how long has he been waiting for exactly this? How much more must his will be kept in check?

Until the moment is right.

His decision is reaffirmed, and despite the strong desire to feel more than just her quick, heated breath on his cock, it remains locked away for now. He knows it will serve as yet another tool to tease her ever further. Even if this night is with him on Top, it is just as much about the woman at his feet as the man in the chair. He knows this as well as she should. So, the hands continue to tease, each in their own way. One with gentleness, one with sweet tinges of pain. There will be so much more of both before they are through.

The one set of fingers do retract from her ear and neck, in a manner that allows them to slide down the side of her skin, over collarbone, gently caressing everything in their path, until they reach the peak of nipple. Once there, they begin to softly tease at the nub, trying to draw out firmness that will tell of her reactions just as much as any other sign. He knows that the mixture is probably driving her insane, but that is the entire point.

The edge of blade drags slowly across her back, sometimes digging just deeply enough to create a thin red line, other times just barely touching skin to flay only the top layers. The designs are random, the trail going from high to low, side to side.

"I wonder how long until I hear what you know I want to hear, my Wolf..."

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

What does he want to hear? My mind is confused. Does he need words? Doubtful. He knows me and he knows words are NOT my strong suit. So what is it that he needs to hear? I don't know.

His hands continue to torture me with sweet, slow, strokes and tiny plucks. Those things, in tandem, are what my body craves in a very deeply hidden place. I don't allow that portion out, not often, not well. It is a secret kept from myself, a secret kept from the world.

And it is too soon to give in to the "please.." that wells up from the abyss of my stomach. Far too soon to agree to the word "MY". I am not ready, I can not give it yet. It requires even more than what he is giving, what he is doing. My clothing is gone, but I removed it all myself. My mind is open, but that is due to the long conversations and has far less to do with what is going on...right now.

So what does he want to hear? The word "More..." wells up, but I know he will not give me that. This is his game and I am just the body he is playing like a master violinist. Nothing comes close to what I want to say. The word, MORE, doesn't begin to encompass what I need to say. So I resist his husky voice, his light tenor that strokes my ear drums like soft cat's paws.

I don't know what he wants to hear...nor do I know what I am willing to say. What I do know, all I know, is that this game is too slow by far...and I can not give him what he wants to hear until he gives me a reason...and he hasn't, not yet. We have only just begun this little interlude.

Silent mouthing~his hardness. His scent is becoming more overwhelming. The pain is fading, rising, going away~like the tide. Not enough. I need a bit more, or maybe much more. The gentleness calms even as the cutting of my flesh, soothes. I would give him the words, if I knew what they were. I just don't know them.

Waiting. An eternity of waiting. Finally, when I feel the slight rills of blood welling, slipping quietly over smooth brown skin. I whisper.

"It will take as long as it takes, Sirrah. I am bent for you...is that not enough?"

I know it isn't. But it is a start.

 

[Seranova]

As long as it takes...

It has certainly taken a long time already. His mind turns, processing plans that he has envisioned for some time now, as he tries to decide upon the next course of action. The blade in hand is far from finished with its task, but to continue, a change needs to be made. All he can effectively reach at this moment is her back and shoulders. He knows he needs more.

Both hands, one still holding the knife away from flesh now, dig nails into her lower back and slowly rise. Skin is surely being pulled up as the scratching slowly rises in one smooth motion astride her spine. The nails pass over fresh lines from the blade, digging through and past as they continue their long trek. Once they reach neck, one hand grasps her hair again, the fingers closing tightly around curls, and he wrenches her head roughly from the comfort of his groin.

"The sounds... the sounds I promised I would be hearing from your lips."

Teeth scrape across throat when he pulls her head back even further.

"Whimpering..."

The knife presses to the side of breast and digs in firmly, the point drawing more than one drop of crimson before it flicked away, a thin red line in its wake.

"Pleading..."

The ring attached to a nipple is grasped once more, and the fingers that lock around it begin to twist in a gradual clockwise motion. His teeth meet her ear in a passion-filled whisper with the next word.

"Begging..."

The blade runs up the inside of a thigh, and he doesn't know if it has broken skin or not, he just knows his target. Thumb and forefinger seek and find hood-covered button of pleasure while the palm holds the handle of blade firmly. Once found, the digits begin to squeeze.

She will do more than bend. They both know this.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Ah. There's the rub. He wants the things that equal real bottoming, not this bit of playacting I have been giving him. He can tell, if it's real. If it's not. He knows. But do I have it in me?

Body shakes as nails dig into the skin and muscles of my back. The shaking intensifies as nipples are teased, poked, prodded. Low wordless moaning happens and I can't control it. Pain, this is, real pain. The kind that leaves me light headed.

But, even though I thought I could, I find that I can not. Maybe it is the day, maybe it is my need, but I can not give him what he requires. Not yet. The truth is I want to leave, now. To retreat in to the silence of my mind and not deal with this. Too many emotional upheavals, with this being one more thing that is apt to back fire on me.

I never gave him a safe word, nor a caution word. I never really said anything, just allowed the first rush of wanting to fill me up and carry me into the confines of his home. I should have thought this through. Just a bit more. Right now, I fear it is too late. I can only go forward. But all of these thoughts have taken me away from him, away from the sureness in his touch, away from the scene that he is building and the lovely pain he is giving.

I wonder if he knows.

He is Dominant. He knows. I wonder if he will react...or if he will just stop. I wonder what I want him to do. I wonder if my inner wolf is sated enough to stay down now that she is awake. I wonder if...

Fuck. His knife, my thigh. His hand, my cunt. His fingers, my clitoris.

Thought ceases.

 

[Seranova]

There is a look on her face, hidden beneath pleasure, that tells him everything. He knows her far too well by now, and knows just how much prolonged sessions of this nature could wear on her emotions. It is okay. She isn't ready now.

His hands pull from their spots of teasing slowly. The knife is set down. A soft smile stretches his lips. His words are gentle, kind. She must know that he is not upset, angry, or disappointed. He knows there will be plenty of time for such things again.

"Thank you for coming tonight, Wolf."

His hands are placed on her arms, and as he stands to his feet, he helps lift her to hers. Once standing, he places a sensual kiss to her lips. After, his lips curl in a playful smirk, and a light chuckle touches his next sentence.

"You'll be back soon enough..."

A hand on the small of her back as they make their way to the door. A pause to collect her clothing, sans the panties, and held for her, ready for the taking whenever she is ready. The door opens slowly, and he leans against it. His hand is still on her back, still holding her close to his form. Just as she arrived of her own accord, she would leave the same.

His smile is comforting. She had given him a gift tonight, one that she couldn't give to many. He already appreciates this. And she will be back.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

My eyes lock onto his, but I can't speak. Don't want to. With a slight smile, one that feels as false as I do, right now, I step from the sureness of his touch and away, through the door to his Retreat.

I will return, when things aren't so...fucked up. When the need to ravage and hurt and soothe and coddle and poke...is gone..or at least gone enough that I can focus on him again. There is no point in dressing. No one will see me as I go from his place to mine...and these clothes won't do for what I want anyway.

With a sigh, I am gone...

 

[Seranova]

Bare feet padded across the cold tile of the rather spacious bathroom. The man came to a stop in front of the shower and hung the soft cotton towel held in his hand up on the hook nearby. It had been a long day, though not for the usual reasons, and he was very much looking forward to allowing the cascading water to wash his cares away for even a brief time. With a soft sigh of relaxation, he reached into the stall and turned the knob to about the position he knew to be the perfect temperature. It would require adjustment, probably. But it would be close.

His hand withdrew and the translucent door closed, and while he waited for the hot water to work its way in, he stepped away and moved towards the counter nearby. Brown eyes stared back at himself from within the mirror that stood in front of him. He loosened and removed his watch with a twist of his wrist to slide the band easily off his hand, while he stared silently into his own reflection.

A hand slowly rose and ran along stubble-covered jaw. He was a man that never shaved; it was always a trim close to the face that held him over until the next day. He never really did like his own clean-shaven look. A baby face, someone had once called it. Shaving was something he avoided unless forced.

His eyes traveled down the mirrored bare chest and stomach. Nothing impressive, but nothing terrible, either. His days in the military had kept him thin and lean, but gone were the defined muscles from those days. He had never been bulky, but the definition was even now gone. Just a few short years.

Where does the time go?

Whistfully, he sighed again and grabbed a washcloth from the rack nearby. There was no sense dwelling on such things. All that really mattered was the hear and now. The past was gone, the future a mystery...

"Today is a present."

The thought was finished aloud in a soft, low voice. It was a simple reminder that one should never worry about the things already gone or yet to come. Only worry about the here and now, as that's all we really have a chance of controlling. The rest... well, being mindful ofit and worrying about it were two different things.

He turned towards the shower to check on the temperature.

 

[ShyMystica]

Sea-green eyes gazed upon the statue that now sat at the entrance of his home. She remembered the last time she saw it; sitting within a cart, a sheet draped over the top to hide it from view. Not that it was something to be shameful of, but purely a surprise for the owner. Besides, it was too big to wrap any other way.

With a soft sigh her eyes fell from the form of the sculpture and gazed upon the front door. Anxiety rose within her; swiftly like an engulfing flame. It was an anxiety born of fear; if she were to be honest. Not of the man of the home, but of herself...of what she would find once she stepped past the threshold. Such an odd fear to have; one that seemed silly in the grand scheme that was life. To be fearful of ones' own nature. When at the end of the day that is all we own.

Delicate fingers gripped the silk-wrapped gift more firmly, her eyes falling to study it for a moment. The silk she had dyed herself; black with marbled streaks of deep greens and blues. The gift itself served a purpose; a powerful one at that. One given to help complete a goal he seemed to yearn for. Besides, it was only polite to come into someone's home, accept their hospitality and give them something in return. A habit learned of her mother.

Okay...no more hesitation. Deep down she knew this to be the first step in the right direction. She could feel it instinctively. So why hesitate further?

With another deep, calming breath she moved forward to stand at his door. She moved to knock, her hand paused inches away from the hardness of the door when she noticed the tremble to her hands. She smiled faintly at her own reactions as her eyes fell to her form. She dressed casually; ballet slips, form-hugging jeans, a corset that matched the silk around the present. She came as simply her. No hiding, or shying, or any other forms of self preservation. Full disclosure. Simply her without her mask.

Before she had a further chance to procrastinate, her hand fell upon the door. Three knocks. Firm but gentle. A step back from the door and she waits...

 

[Seranova]

"Sir"

A voice at the door halted his step into the shower. One of the paid wait staff. Shouldn't they have all headed home by now? He paused for a moment, realizing this would probably be important, else he wouldn't be bothered. His foot withdrew from the warm steam of the shower, as he waited for the voice to continue.

"There is a visitor at the door."

A visitor. The second his home had received so far. After a pause to consider who it may be, he nodded and pursed his lips. His hand was thrust into the stall to reach for and find the knob that would cease the water's flow. The shower would wait, then. As he grabbed the towel back off the hook nearby and wrapped it around his waist, he called out to be heard through the door that separated them.

"Show them in, please. Then head home for the night. Thank you for the help."

Silence followed, and he knew that the directions were being followed. He stopped in front of the mirror again, pausing to study himself once more. With a hand run through his short hair to pull hit off his forehead a bit, he seemed fairly satisfied with the result. At least it was passable. His hand reached for the door and opened it, while he was hit with the cooler air outside the steamed bathroom.

Wearing only his towel, he padded barefoot down the hardwood floor and descended the staircase, his brown eyes searching curiously for his visitor.

"Shy... how are you?"

 

[ShyMystica]

Footsteps from the other side of the door halted her thoughts for a moment, the anxiety rising to the point that her breath paused. Inwardly she repeated the mantra that gave her strength to push such boundaries...

One step at a time.

A simple phrase which hit her deeply every time she spoke it. The creak of the door opening and the mantra stopped, her hands tightening instinctively around the gift in an attempt to hold onto something solid. A woman came into view, dressed in a exquisitely fitted uniform; black and white. Must be one of the paid personnel. The woman looked up her curiously, a warm smile upon her lips. She couldn't help but smile in return; smiles were infectious that way.

There were no words. The woman simply opened the door and gestured for her to walk through. A small, timid step forward, then another; her mind raced with mixed emotions and battling thoughts. Keep going, or to hide. A part of her screamed to hide, to repress, to push it all away. But that was the past. She made the choice to never look back. Only forward. And that is where her other part grew powerful. The part that knew this was alright, it was safe, it was right.

With the final step forward she crossed into his domain without little other thoughts. She latched onto the determination to grow, to learn, to explore, to gain that simple understanding of who she was. She knew it would be a long journey...this was just the start.

The woman shuffled her through to a large, extravagantly decorated living room. The aura oozed with luxury and comfort. Her eyes scanned the room intently, noting things she liked and didn't like. By the time her eyes fell back upon the same large chair she sighed softly with slight disappointment. Such an odd thing to feel at a time like this. She focused on it for a moment. The reason for it was simple...there was no piano.

"He will be with you shortly."

She spun on her heels and watched the woman leave. Then her brow furrowed a moment as she looked deeper into her recent realisation. Her piano was her lifeline. In times of any emotional discomfort or anxiety, it gave her peace and clarity. And at this very moment, with the array of different emotions ebbing within her....she would play. Fear, nervousness, self consciousness, the general anxiety of not knowing what will happen...she could play those emotions out and let the remainder shine. The feelings of excitement, content, the inner strength that came from knowing deeply that this was alright.

"Shy... how are you?"

She barely heard his voice through the haze of her thoughts. Her eyes rose shyly, a faint smile upon her lips as she studied him for a moment. He was a handsome man, surely he knew that. Even a small part, at least. Eyes that demanded focus and attention; deep pools of emotions she couldn't read just yet. Her eyes lowered, then it hit her; her shyness triggered by his lack of clothing.

Her eyes pulled away violently to gaze upon the floor, cheeks burning with a blush, body tensing slightly, hands gripping the gift within trembling hands as she fought the initial reaction of embarrassment and shyness. Her voice shook with her nerves; a slight tremble to the usual lightness of her tone...

"Umm...should I come back later? I didn't mean to disturb you..."

 

[Seranova]

His head tilted slightly to study her reaction, as she gazed at the floor, obviously thrown off by his attire. Or lack thereof, would be a more apt description. A soft smile tugged at his lips, and he found himself trying to to laugh playfully at her response to such things. She had chosen her name well, that much was certain. Brown eyes drifted down to her attire. Corset, jeans, and simple shoes. Perfectly her, and he wasn't even sure why.

Then he noticed the package in her hands. She had brought a gift? His smile broadened, as he was genuinely touched by the gesture. So many gifts already, and his home had only been open for a week so far.

Without answering her concern over whether or not this was a bad time, he crossed the room quickly and stood directly in front of her. His hands were placed over hers on the gift she bore, and his eyes searched for hers, scanning with a softness that he truly felt in this moment.

"You're going to spoil me, you know..."

The words were barely a murmur, and he gently took the gift from her and set it on the chair beside them. He would open it in a moment. First thing's first.

The man, still adorned only in a towel, closed the small gap between them and wrapped his arms around her form, embracing her appreciatively. His fingers stroked through her hair and down her back as he held her silently for several moments.

"Thank you." He finally managed to whisper. For so many things.

 

[ShyMystica]

The silence was painful; the only sounds she could hear was the solid panicked thud of her hammering heart and the soft tick of her feminine watch. Yet the time was off; the ticks become slower and slower and slower until finally she thought she would die with this embarrassment. She heard vague shuffles of movement, but her eyes remained intent on the spot on the floor before her. Her thoughts continued to flow erratically as she questioned herself...

Why so shy? Why so embarrassed? It’s just a body. You have one. Are you ashamed of yours?

Her cheeks blushed deeper as she pushed that thought away. Nope, she wasn’t ready to deal with that last thought at all. The logical part of her mind knew how ridiculous her shyness was. But that was the thing with such a strong personality trait; you can’t control it, not really. You can fight it, learn to live with it even. That takes time; time to adjust and to grow comfortable. But eliminate it? No, it would always be there. And her physical reaction would always give it away. She inwardly cursed how easily she blushed. She hated it. It gave too much of herself away.

Bare feet finally came into view and she felt his presence wash over her powerfully. It wasn’t daunting or overwhelming; which surprised her. It was subtle, gentle, embracing. At that realisation she relaxed a little with a soft exhale; his hands holding hers which remained tightly gripped around the gift. She could feel his eyes intent on her; a small thrill racing through her amidst the anxiety that remained. She wasn’t sure what to do; completely lost as to how to act, how not to act. She came here with one plan of attack.

Be. Yourself.

And even that was difficult. Why? Because of her lifetime with her mask. To suddenly be in a position to be without it; to be forced not to hide behind it. It was a struggle...but she was determined not to hide this time. So she embraced herself; the shyness still ruling her actions as her head remained low.

"You're going to spoil me, you know..."

She barely caught his words before the gift was taken from her hands. Her eyes finally rose as she watched him place it upon a chair beside them. Within a blink his arms had embraced her, her form nestling into his arms as her mind tried to catch up with the actions. She was still stuck in embarrassment mode.

Then she laughed; soft and melodic. It was a laugh born of the pure need to release some of her tension. And it worked; she felt the embarrassment lift away, only the remaining shyness left to deal with. A part of her was thankful he had reached out to hold her; something solid to keep her grounded while the nerves had control of her body. The touch of his hand upon her hair soothed her instantly; her body finally relaxing enough to wrap her own arms around him for a gentle embrace. Her head fell gently, her forehead resting upon his shoulder, her eyes closed as she basked in the moment. Such simple touches and she was relaxed, soothed, calmed.

At the sound of his whispered voice ,her head rose slowly; her eyes finally opening to gaze into his own. She was confused; she let her emotions show in her orbs. Why was he thanking her? She hadn’t done anything....not yet. He hadn’t even opened the gift yet. Her gaze lingered as she searched his eyes for the answer...and she found it. It touched her heart, her own features soften as a smile warmed her lips. A hand upon his cheek, the other blessed with a shy kiss.

“Don’t thank me. You haven’t even opened the gift yet...”

 

[Seranova]

A soft laugh escaped his lips as his own brown eyes peered into the girl's within his arms. It was true that he hadn't opened the gift yet, and it was something he would be remedying, but she knew what his gratitude had been born of. It wasn't a package with a ribbon. It was for her being herself, and being so for him. There was no better gift that could be wrapped in silk ribbons than that. He smiled softly and kissed her cheek in return.

"Too true. I shall open it now, dear one."

He kept one arm around her lower back as he reached down to scoop up the small bound present with the other. Realizing he couldn't untie it with the one hand, he smirked and brought his other from behind her back, but maintained his close proximity to her form as he worked to free the gift from its ribbon. The leather-bound tome was beautiful, and he was genuinely impressed.

She really was such a sweetheart.

"For my novel, I assume? I love it."

He leaned in to kiss her cheek, lips and stubble brushing skin as he did, then placed his arms around her once again, book and ribbons still in hand. He had no gifts for her, nothing worth her presence and beauty. His head tilted to the side once again as he tried to think of something to offer. There was only one thing that even sprang to mind.

His mind was turning with the possibilities as he considered the option. Then, he shrugged slightly and leaned forward to whisper softly.

"I only have one thing to offer you in return, that is worth considering..."

His voice trailed off slowly, as his face approached hers and his lips came into contact with her own supple ones. He didn't press the kiss any further yet, nor did he move to break it. She would make the choice from here. His hands were still wrapped around her body, but not to trap. They were there for comfort and support. She was still easily able to escape, if she so chose, and he knew this as a fact.

 

[ShyMystica]

His laugh warmed her, wrapping around her and embracing her shy soul. Her smile broadened. She decided she liked his laugh. A lot. Her hand fell from his stubbled cheek, resting by her side as he returned her gesture. The warmth of his breath upon her already hot cheeks felt like fire; not roaring or frightening of uncontrolled flames. But like the soothing, calming, flickering of a candle. Yes...she decided she liked that too.

"Too true. I shall open it now, dear one."

A nod was all she gave him, her eyes finally leaving his to watch as he moved to pick up the gift. She laughed softly at his smirk before he finally conceded and pulled his arm away from her back. She felt the coldness of the room instantly; her body shivering slightly as it missed the warmth of his skin, and the gesture. But he didn’t move further away. In any other circumstance she would step back; putting space between them out of respect of privacy, and her need to remain at a distance. She could feel her shyness pulling her back. But she remained still and tried to focus on him as he slowly unwrapped the silk scarf from the leather journal. There was anxiety, slight glimpses of fear if he would like it. But she was proud of that find. It suited him, and it suited its purpose.


"For my novel, I assume? I love it."

Another silent nod was all she offered. It was for his novel, and part of the current task. She wouldn’t speak of it further until the weekend. That was the deal. What he wouldn’t realise was its purpose for the novel. It wasn’t to write the novel within; but the emotional and creative process as his muse ran with the story he wished to pen. It serves as a trophy once the novel was complete. A reminder of the journey; every hill, every valley, every triumph and every failure. There would be many. And she would help him through it all. But she remained silent. She would explain this at the proper time.

His arms encased her again; the leather of the journal pressing into her form. Another kiss to her cheek, and she smiled softly. She was happy; happy that the gift met with genuine affection. She was happy she chose correctly. Hell – she was simply happy to be here. A small hand rose to rest on his back; small fingertips resting on his bare skin. She liked his warmth at her touch; it was pleasing to bold enough to be that close to another. All the times she deliberately kept distance between those she yearned to be closer to; regret filled her. Another emotion she didn’t expect.

He shrugged, and her head tilted curiously at his movements. Then his whispered voice broke through her mind; lingering in a teasing breeze.

"I only have one thing to offer you in return, that is worth considering..."

It stung blissfully with unspoken possibilities; her mind quickly filling the words that he didn’t, an attempt to work out what he was talking about. Her brow furrowed as she thought; the entire process lasting no longer than a few seconds. That time she was oblivious to his movements until the touch of his lips upon her own snapped her back to the current reality.

Her breath caught in her chest, her body tensed a moment as her mind hurriedly caught up. A kiss. Well that wasn’t something she had considered. A hug maybe. Maybe a glass of water. But a kiss? And it was barely that. It was an invitation for her to flee or remain; to repress or embrace. Again she found herself battling internally; habits of the past or determination of the future. A quickening of her heartbeat was it all took to seal her decision.

A hand rose, timid but unwavering, to cup his jaw softly in her palm; her head tilting up to take his kiss fuller upon her lips. Her lips opened; a slight hesitation before kissing him deeper. Again her heart quickened, a thrill pulsing through body. She didn’t like being so forward; it wasn’t part of her nature. Assertiveness was required. And generally she was assertive; just never with her own needs. But that was part of the problem that needed to be fixed. So she acted on instinct; pushing thoughts aside. Her body pushed gently into his, her hand guiding him to take her lips just a little further.

She wouldn’t run. There was no turning back. She had taken the step to be here.

She wouldn’t run now.

 

[Seranova]

The response had been given. There were no words, obviously, but the desire was stronger than words would have expressed. He knew that in this moment, there was only one course of action. It was something the both of them needed, completely and fully. And this was the path he would follow willingly. There were no thoughts on the future, even so far as the next few moments. None of those mattered yet. All that mattered was this; their lips brought together with a singular goal.

He accepted the invitation as recognized, and his own lips parted to lay further claim upon hers. The heat of her mouth was invigorating, and his tongue seemed to yearn to seek out the source and explore more fully. Not yet.

The hand holding the journal left her back for a mere moment as it gently dropped the leather bound tome onto the chair beside them, so it could focus more on her. While his lips moved to entice hers, his hands made their own paths across her back, neck, and shoulders. The touches were gentle, yet firm, as they moved over corset and bare skin alike in an effort to learn every inch that was offered. Fingertips played softly at the base of neck, then streamed back down and across shoulderblade till they hit the edge of material, then wandered aimlessly back up.

Now, it was time.

With a similar measured firmness, he finally allowed his tongue to slip between her lips and search for her own. Her lips were sweet, nearly intoxicating, and he wondered how long before his desires became more physically evident. An idle thought crept into mind amidst the desires, and he mentally rolled his eyes at it. It would be tough to hide such things when wrapped only in a towel.

With that brushed aside to focus on her needs, one hand left her shoulder while the other remained rested on the small of her back. The free one now rose to caress her cheek softly, his thumb settled next to nose, as it cupped the warm flesh gently. Fingertips brushed ear, and still his mouth and tongue worked to deepen the moment they were sharing.

Hopefully not too quickly, else he ruin everything.

 

[ShyMystica]

Lips lingered, a slight tremble to her bottom flesh as she waited for his response to her forwardness. It was almost maddening; had she gone too far? That was her main fear. One of rejection. She willed the fear aside, but it wouldn’t cooperate. The only thing that could silence it was his acceptance of the kiss she had only just deepened.

And he did.

The briefest of thoughts flashed through mind. How such a small, simple kiss could silence such intense fear. And it was simple; his lips open, pulling her bottom lip into a soft act of claiming them. She was lost in that moment; completely. The heat of his breath bathed her lips, igniting them to the sensations his lips seduced her with. His touch gentle yet firm; the perfect balance for her. Gentle enough to fill her with a sense of safety and lingering desires, but firm enough to guide her to the needs she often chose to ignore. She breathed deep a moment and his scent absorbed her. Earthy, sharp...sweetly masculine.

Something within her changed in that moment...something she couldn’t quite understand. Something so profound she was left completely lost of how to react. It was a shift; a subtle one at that. But one powerful enough to bring down the last remaining wall of defence she had left.

The change was simple to explain. She embraced the need of his power. In that split second of his lips making claim, she understood it. She felt it. It absorbed her completely. She accepted it. Not only the need to embrace herself; but the need to be free within it...and the reality that it was possible to achieve. The gentle possessiveness of his caresses upon her back, the seductive tease of his lips; every subtle movement and sound he made pulled the need stronger to the surface. A new emotion was born, a new sensation. She craved him...craved just that little bit more. To taste.

And he gave it to her; the teasing touch of a tongue slipping into the warm cavern of her lips. Her own sort his out tentatively; his sweet taste intoxicating and addictive. A whimper; soft and fleeting. His taste was blissfully sinful. Her hand grew bolder; delicate fingers exploring the skin of his back and shoulders; nails gently raking into flesh as she lost herself to her own desires. His hand rose and captured her cheek.

Another emotion arose; adoration. She adored his patience, his guiding truths, his honest perceptions of her troubled mind. She adored him simply for being him. More so...she adored him for recognising a need within her, and giving it to her. She adored him for the true friend that he was.

She couldn’t react in that moment. The realisation was too profound. She was drowning...far too quickly. She needed to pull back a moment; find some clarity. With a whimper of regret, her lips pulled away from his; her forehead resting against his as she breathed deeply to calm her rising nerves. Her eyes remain closed, her brow furrowed slightly as she processed it all. Her hand remained on his jaw; her thumb gently caressing the warmth of his cheek as her own cheek nuzzled into his palm affectionately. Clarity finally dawned upon her.

Water. She was thirsty.

Not the most profound of realisation she would have. But one that was pressing enough for her to fulfill.

A deep inhale was held a moment, her lips turning into a soft smile as her eyes finally open.

“May I have a drink of water?”

It was whispered...it was all she could manage to vocalise at this point.

 

[Seranova]

A moment of worry crossed his mind when she seemed to finally retreat from the kiss and rested her forehead against his. But she didn't shy away from his touch, and was even touching in return, so it wasn't a negative emotion that caused the break. Or, at least he hoped as much. When she finally smiled and made her whispered plea for water, he chuckled softly to mask his relief.

"Of course, my dear. Your wish is my command."

His lips met her forehead, then he slowly pulled away with the playful smirk etched upon his face. His eyes studied her for another moment, then he turned and wandered towards the kitchen.

It really was a bit of a strangeness to be wandering about the house in a towel with someone else present, but for some reason, it didn't bother him more than a passing humorous notion. Maybe it was because it was her. He didn't know. Whatever the case, he was quite comfortable with the idea. Although, getting her into matching attire would be rather nice. He smiled a bit wickedly at the idea as he opened the cabinet and drew a glass from within. Rather nice, indeed.

The filter from the door of the fridge poured fresh, cold water into the glass when he depressed the button that corresponded. He forgot to ask if she wanted ice. Oh, well. The water from the filter was always chilled anyways, it should be enough for now.

Glass in hand, he made his way back towards her and offered the refreshing liquid with a soft smile. A moment's pause, and then a decision made. His hand reached out, palm up, an offer for her to take, should she choose to do so.

"Come with me, dear one. I have an extra towel for you, and my bath or shower are never short on hot water..."

 

[ShyMystica]

"Of course, my dear. Your wish is my command."

She smiled at his choice of words. Just like a genie. An image flashed in her mind of him dressed as one and stuck in a bottle for centuries. That would surely drive him crazy. She laughed softly at that thought. His lips found her forehead, her lips softening, eyes closing as she surrendered to the beautiful gesture.

Then he was gone. Thank the gods, a moment to breathe. She flopped herself into the nearest chair, head falling to the back as she breathed slowly; in...and out. In...and out...

Two thoughts came to mind in this moment of finding calmness. The first was that he was too good at what he did. She wasn’t sure what he did, exactly. But he was good, very good; too good. He read her like an open book and seemed to play her as any well-trained musician. She was honest with herself in this moment of reflection; she liked how good he was. She liked not being able to hide anymore. She liked him. A lot. Though she wouldn’t confess the latter thought to him any time soon. She had no wish to further inflate his Dominant ego...well not now at least.

The second thought was less comforting. She wanted her piano. Just a few notes to ease fidgeting fingers and a restless body. Yes, she was restless. Restless with needs. But she was also content with that. Why? Because she had finally accepted them. What a huge milestone that was. She breathed out deeply as relief overcame her. She could feel the relief in her body; muscles relaxing, mind slowing, spirit soaring. She smiled again, this time a true smile. One of a complete connection between her and her inner submissive.

By the time he had returned she was relaxed into the soft flesh of the cushions. Sea-green eyes flickered open to watch him as he approached once again. A grateful smile this time as she leaned forward and took the glass of water. She drank deeply; the chilled water slipping heavenly down her throat to settle in her stomach. She shivered at the sensation. She wasn’t aware at how thirsty she had become until the thirst was quenched. She opened her mouth to express her gratitude only to be silenced by his upturned palm. She studied it a moment. She was fascinated by hands. The lines upon palms unique too every soul; the gentle curves of wrists turning into palms turning into expressive fingers. But it was the emotions of hands that she truly loved. Tenderness to primal needs all expressed in simple touches. Fascinating. Truly fascinating.

His voice broke her train of thought; her eyes rising to look into his deep pools as he spoke.

"Come with me, dear one. I have an extra towel for you, and my bath or shower are never short on hot water..."

Not fair...not fair at all. He had hit one of her weaknesses. And not only that, his voice tingled with unspoken pleasure. She wondered a moment if he knew that he did...what joy he really offered her. Sure, water she loved. The gentle caresses, the welcoming embrace it always gave her. The peace she had simply being submerged within it. But it was the word ‘bath’ that hung in her mind, her heart fluttering with joy. She LOVED baths. It was the one place besides her piano that she was truly, deeply peaceful...deeply connected to who she was at her core. There was no hesitation; her hand falling gracefully into his palm, fingers gripping gently as she rose, her eyes alight with blissful joy.

“A bath sounds heavenly...”

Her voice breathy but bouncing with happiness. She followed without hesitation; eyes scanning each room intently as she followed behind.

 

[Seranova]

With her hand locked in his, he turned to lead the way, but paused for a moment before to scoop up the ribbons that had previously bound his leather gift. Then they made their way through the living room, into the foyer, and up the stairs to the second floor, which held the master bath.

Upon their arrival, he continued to hold her hand as he placed the ribbons on the counter in front of the mirror and pulled another soft white towel from the rack nearby. Then he guided her across the room to the rather large bathtub and reached to begin the water running. As he waited for the water to reach its temperature, he turned to face her. A hand ran along her cheek gently for a few moments as he stared into her eyes silently. His mouth was barely a soft smile. Then he pulled away to check the water.

Satisfied, he pulled the stopper to allow the tub to fill. Standing, he turned once again and tugged at the towel that covered from waist down. His eyes studied her face, searching for reactions, as the towel fell away in his hand and was placed aside.

"Are you ready, little one?"

His words were soft, barely audible over the sound of the water filling the large tub. Without waiting for a response, he moved behind her body and pressed himself to her back. His lips searched and found the nape of her neck, brushing and kissing the skin softly as his hands slide around the front of her body to seek the ribbon tie that held her corset closed. The tugging was slow, gradual, and took a few long seconds before the knot finally fell loose, and his fingers loosened the ribbon and began opening the garment and slipping it fully away from her body.

Once done, the same hands firmly guided down her stomach and centered on the button that held closed her jeans. It was popped open smoothly, and his lips met her ear. A gentle whisper flowed from lip to lobe.

"Kick off your shoes."

Within the next moment, his thumbs hooked into pants and whatever undergarment she had chosen for the evening and began tugging downward, over the curve of ass and hips, past thighs, and towards feet. His lips trailed down her back as the pants were slowly removed from her form. Once at the bottom, he gently guided her feet from the jeans, while his lips placed a soft kiss to the outside of a thigh, and then a little nibble to the same spot for added affect.

The water was ready now, so her moved from behind her, though he kept a hand in the small of her back, and reached to turn off the faucet. Then, he moved to guide her in, ready to settle in himself once she was in place.

 

[ShyMystica]

The bathroom was stunning; breathtaking even. For a moment she lost complete focus of what was happening, her eyes taking in the beauty that she now stood in. Firstly the room was huge. It was bigger than her bedroom. She could hold a whole party in here and still be comfortable with the space left over. Secondly it appealed to her style. Elegant, artistic, the swirls upon the walls drawing her creative eye in a sense of pure wonder. The colours were exquisite. It was simply beautiful.

She followed his movements in continued awe, letting him pull her where he followed. She wasn’t even really paying attention; her eyes too busy taking in the art of the room. They finally stopped at the large bathtub. It was then her attention finally fell to him; watching him work the water to the temperature that he wanted. She made a point not to take in his form; not yet. A sense of propriety rising within her. She was a lady; ladies were not caught perving on others. The word ‘caught’ rang in her mind. Perhaps that was the trick she was always missing. She was too honest; her cheeks always giving away such naughty thoughts. That was why she could never get away with it. Again she cursed her blushing cheeks.

Then he turned to face her; his eyes intent on hers. She couldn’t work out the emotion that ebbed beneath the surface. She looked deeper, a sense of fascination flaring in her own gaze as he hand found her cheek. And as before she reacted the same; her head tilting into his touch, her eyes closing at the bliss it brought her. People really do overestimate the simple touches. Everything was always so rushed and demanding. And that wasn’t her thing, not at all. It was rare to find another who knew the power such gentleness held. It made her appreciate his gesture all the more.

He moved again, her eyes opening to see what he was doing. He moved with determination, as he placed the plug in its place. As he turned her eyes caught his again. His look puzzled her; left her curious and needing to know what he thought. His facial features left no clue. He wasn’t cold, but he wasn’t giving anything away either. Her head tilted to the side in a moment of deep thought, her eyes finally pulling away from his gaze before her jaw dropped in astounding surprise.

Where the hell did the towel go? When was it even removed?

His boldness shocked her. Well it shouldn’t have; she knew that much about him. But never in her train of thought would she have pre-empted the notion that the towel would have been removed in such a fashion. He was cheeky...pulling such a move. Closing her jaw and a shake of her head her eyes burned into his; her own deepening with lustful fascination of such a move. She could feel her shyness peak; it threatened to render her completely useless in this moment. So she fought it with every ounce of determination within her. She neither looked down nor shied away. She simply held his gaze, and let her own reflect the battle within her.

"Are you ready, little one?"

She couldn’t speak. Not a word. She had no words to offer. So she nodded; shyly but determined. She held onto the softness of his voice; an anchor to the relentless pull of her shyness. Her eyes remained on his as moved around her; watching, anticipating, curious...so curious. But thoughts never reached her mind; his lips finding her neck causing her to gasp softly. Her eyes finally closed as the sensation pulsed through her. The heat of his breath upon her sensitive nape, the soft caress of his lips, the way his body pressed into her filling her with a sense of safety despite the uprise in nervousness. It all distracted her from the workings of his hands; her attention only recognising his actions as her corset slipped from her form.

The coolness of the room hit her first; her flesh erupting into an array of goosebumps; nipples standing proud as the cool air teased. Her eyes opened and watched his hands; her bottom lip slipping between teeth as the sight left her breathless. She loved seeing his hands upon her bare skin; the touch firm and determined. There was no desire to hide, to run. She predicted there would be. But it felt too good for such thoughts to take hold.

"Kick off your shoes."

His whisper had her shivering in his hands; it was all too much for her mind to handle logically. The tease of his lips at her neck, the caress of his hands, his voice hot, deep and so close to her ear. Her small hands gripped at his forearms, not to hinder his intentions but simply for stability. She obeyed his words without a second thought; gracefully kicking off her black ballet slips and pushing them to the side. Then her eyes were on the movements of his hands again; fingers slipping into the band of her jeans and undergarments. Her hips moved slightly, not from fear or anxiety but from the arousal that the moment brought to her. Lean legs slowly came into view, his hands caressing the sides of her legs as she worked with him to slip them from her form.

It was then the nerves became too much. She was hit with wave after wave of self conscious negativity. She was bare to him now. Nowhere to hide now. This was her; completely stripped and raw. She wasn’t sure what to do. Hands tensing into fists as she inwardly tried to work it all out; to push the thoughts away. The truth of the matter was simple; she hated how she looked. She neither saw herself as beautiful or sensual in any shape or form. But she couldn’t hold onto those thoughts. Instead she latched onto his actions to prove herself wrong.

A kiss...so simple and again so profound. He wouldn’t kiss something that he found repulsive. The sting of teeth upon her flesh pulled another gasp from her lips, this time a hand falling to his hair as she fought for stability. Her leg pulled away slightly as she gazed down upon him. She couldn’t help the smile that formed upon her lips at his playfulness. It seemed to dull every negative fear she held.

Her hand fell down his face; fingertips stroking along his cheek and jaw as she was once again left mesmerised by the fact his simple actions affected her so deeply. She followed his guidance without thought; just instinct. A hand taking his, gripping gently before a cautionary toe slipped into the water. The warmth was instant; caressing her skin in the most peaceful way. With a dainty hop she sunk her foot into the tub, the heat of the water instantly absorbing into the skin of her feet with blissful results. She sunk lower, the water slowly rising up her soft skin...the path it travelled instantly relaxing her body as her eyes closed at the bliss.

A deep breath, then another, and her eyes finally open. She was content in this moment. She gazed upon him now; her eyes unashamedly taking in his form. Bare chest, lean and appealing to her desires. Images of her head resting upon it flashed in her mind...she let them flow as easily as they came. Her eyes lowered, lean stomach, manly hips...then she stopped herself. That was her limit. Her shyness gripped her soul tightly, pulling her gaze back up to his eyes. She was set back a moment, unsure whether to move forward to allow him to slip behind her, or move back to allow him to settle in front of her. So, again, she waited for his actions to guide her how to move. Instead she gave his hand an encouraging squeeze...

She didn't wish to be in this huge tub alone. She wanted him with her...needed him.

 

[Seranova]

He was watching her with a bemused smile as she slowly slipped into the water. It seemed the bath was the correct offer to make, as much as she was truly appreciating the water as she sank into it. It was truly a joy to know that she was receiving so much pleasure from such a simple thing. A soft smile touched his lips as his eyes studied her. She was beautiful in so many ways.

When her eyes met his own form, he stood still and allowed her the view she would take. He wouldn't hide. His free arm hung loosely by his side and he shifted his weight to the other foot while he held her hand firmly. His head tilted slightly and the smile grew in a bit of wickedness as he watched her eyes drift lower and lower, then pull away before passing hips. A comment sprang to mind, but was dropped at the squeeze of his hand, and the look that expected him to join her. And join her, he would.

The free hand came forward to rest on her shoulder as one foot came forward and sank into the water behind her. The other foot followed, and without releasing his firm grip on her smaller hand, he slipped behind her and settled down into the water. Finally, he released her hand and slipped his arms around the front of her shoulders to pull her back to rest against his chest.

"There we are... comfy, my dear?"

He smiled with a slight twinkle in his eyes, then placed lips on the back of her neck. Brushing the skin for a moment, his tongue slid out and lightly flicked across the flesh. She tasted wonderful.

His hands were behaving at the moment, which was certainly no small feat. Admittedly, his desires were currently waging war within him. The one half wanted to caress and hold this beautiful woman in his arms the whole night, the other wanted to turn her around and explore every inch of her body with mouth and fingers. For now, the former was winning. Who knew how long that would last.

A stubble-covered cheek rested against hers for a moment, as he reminded himself to be content with the company. They had plenty of time, there was no need to rush anything as of yet. All the time in the world. Don't poke her in the back. Behave.

"Enjoying yourself so far, Ami?" He whispered softly, as much a distraction to himself as actually fishing for her emotional and physical state in this moment.

 

[ShyMystica]

A touch of his hand upon her shoulder was enough for her to understand his direction. With a small shuffle forward, her eyes remained on him as he slipped behind her. She smiled faintly; small and shy as she gazed at him over her shoulder, small arms folding over her chest in an instinctive sense of modesty. He pulled her back, she followed with little hesitation. She imagined that it didn’t take a whole lot of strength to move her these days; she was smaller, petite...easily maneuverable. But more importantly, she wanted to be closer. So she rested back with a content sigh, eyes closing as the skin of her back nestled against his front; her head tilting to nestle into his neck.

"There we are... comfy, my dear?"

Sea-green eyes fluttered open at the sound of his voice. He was smiling. It made her smile too. She adored his smile; the way it transformed his face, his deep eyes twinkling, the change in the tone of his voice. Such simple, little things grew in importance for her these days. She wasn’t ever one for extravagant surroundings or an abundance of possessions. She found happiness in others; in laughter, in joy...and she was happy.

Her lips opened to respond, but was immediately silenced by the touch of his lips upon her neck. Instead her eyes closed at his touch; the warmth of his breath causing her to shiver in his arms. With a shy kiss to his jaw, she tilts her head to the side; granting him access as he desired. She breathed deep as the resounding sense of peace finally settled within her. There were no nerves, no anxiety. The water around her cradled her, soothed her aching muscles, drawing pain away from her body. His arms embraced her, held her tenderly; his actions eliminating all negativity within her mind and spirit. There were no thoughts of the future, no negativity of the past. She was simply in the present, and enjoying every single thing about the man in her company.

She hadn’t lied to herself those moments ago of how much she loved his hands on her. She could spend the entire night at the mercy of his touch and find sleep a satisfied women. She squirmed a little with that thought; her cheeks blushing slightly in hopes he didn't recognise the meaning of such a shuffle of her body.

The caress of his soft, prickly cheek brought her attention back to him, her own cheek nuzzling against his before she kissed it softly. Her hands fell from her chest, fingertips gently resting upon his thighs as she snuggled back against him. She had no cares in the world at this moment. Her mind was finally silent. After weeks of constant stress, tension, anxiety, endless thoughts...now there was silence. Another gift he gave her that she wasn’t sure how to return.

"Enjoying yourself so far, Ami?"

A soft, melodic moan slipped from her lips; her head nodding gently before her eyes opened to look into his. She smiled, relaxed and satisfied; her eyes glittering with content. Fingertips moved gently against his thighs; feathering touches to his knees then back; to and fro...no other real intent than to soothe him as he was doing her. Another kiss to his cheek; she couldn’t help it. This one of gratitude.

“Thank you. Are you?”

It was a serious question for her. It was such a gift to be so peaceful. But she was a woman of fairness and equality. If he wasn’t as relaxed and enjoying the moment as much as she was...she would have to fix that.