The Club De Sade

[Britwitch]

Approaching the bar I order a Bombay and tonic, with ice and lime, this evening's chosen dress gliding over my curves, dipping across my generous cleavage and emphasising my narrow waist...

...stocking clad legs cross as ice tinkles melodically and I take a seat...looking around casually but with need in my eyes...once more hoping to find what I so need right now, and to find it here...

 

[Ausus_girl13]

Dashes in and turns on all the lights, and restarts the music, dusts off the bar. Nodding in approval I leave.

 

[Vail_Indigo]

the soft clicking of heels...wondering if there might, at some point, be a toy to play with

 

[Ausus_girl13]

Slips back in to silently watch her. A soft smile on red lips, a perfectly arched brow... perhaps I shouldn't be here, perhaps I should... it's a risk I am willing to take.

 

[Vail_Indigo]

a small curling of my lips as I see her enter...a shiver of electricity along my spine as I take a seat at the bar

 

[Ausus_girl13]

It was never going to be easy. But then it never was with us. Circling each other, wanting to see who will cave first. For now I will wait, though the image of me on my knees before her flashes in front of my eyes; my crossed legs, my stockinged thighs, a little squeeze, a soft gasp and a sigh. Oh the torture that she is... it's divine.

 

[Vail_Indigo]

its always been the dance, the hunt, the struggle...its always been hungers clawing at each other...its always been the delight of power and conquest...it couldn't possibly be any other way...not for us, never for us...I won't let her see me squirm, won't let her see me blush..no...not blush...won't let her see my skin grow flushed with desire...but I can't help but think this dress is shockingly appropriate tonight

 

[Ausus_girl13]

My pink cosmo, that pink dress and the sudden desire to lap at both of them. What a tease, she plays me like a toy. Course with all the planning I've done today, I'm wearing something equally appropriate, well for the moment.
I'll bite at the lure... a small gesture brings the waitress to my side and I quietly whisper in her ear, stopping myself from biting on the delectable girl, just to hear her gasp- knowing that the sound of pain will make my former mistress stir in want. I'll make her wait.

The waitress moves to Vail's side, and delivers the drink, sliding it in front of her. I smile, and sip at my pink drink. Gives as good as I get, always.

 

[Vail_Indigo]

grinning, the skirt one I almost wrote about again a few days ago...turning to the waitress as she brings my present...my legs parting casually so the pretty thing stands between them...pulling a lock of her hair firmly to bring her ear to my lips...whispering things...for more than a few moments...the end result a dropped tray, hastily picked up and a girl wobbling away as best she can...I take a long, pink, sip as legs close, cross, pump dangling...this...this is how she kept me

 

[Ausus_girl13]

That poor girl, she never knew what hit her. And now she will spend the long hours dreaming fantasizing of what it is to hold and be held by that woman. I should have warned her, but she wouldn't have believed it.

Still, the dangling bouncing pump.. and I have to lick my lips, and shift a little in my seat, anytime before this moment and I might have crawled to her, parted my red lips, my pink little tongue darting out to caress ankle.. I shake my head and clear the thought... or try to.

I need another drink and the waitress looks too dreamy to move. Fuck.

A deep calming breath and I walk to the bar. I think she planned it this way, and slide into the seat next to her. I can't help myself.

Come here often?

 

[Vail_Indigo]

I struggle to not do a little victory dance...instead, I don't even turn to look at her, though I direly want to...though I ACHE to grab hold of those curls and pull till she whimpers or yelps...but I do so enjoy dancing with her, and can't bring myself to stop...my voice soft, calm...still not looking at her

No no, you can do better than that. Try again.

 

[Ausus_girl13]

A soft chuckle, she always pushes me, but for the moment I get to push back. My hand waves at the bartender who brings me another cosmo. I take a sip, not looking at her, but my body tingling on that side, I can feel her heat, and the pump, still bouncing... but I can take her. Turning my head, to look at her, trying to breathe but her scent is all around me, but I smile at her, and then my words- soft and full of challenge.

"Make me."

 

[Vail_Indigo]

in the blink of an eye, my hand grabs her hair, pulling her ear close to my lips, my own thoughts barely catching up to me...my voice soft, but firm, unwavering
I would have thought that you'd want to do better than that...you seem to...prideful...when it comes to words
I breath in, and her scent makes synapses in my brain fire in strange ways, as it has always done, and my teeth sink hard and sharp into her earlobe, because it needed to be done, and we hold there, in silence, as I feel one of us shaking...maybe both

 

[Ausus_girl13]

Oh dear lord.

Did I say that? Did I think it? Her hand in my hair. And I gasp. And then whimper. But the weight of my collar no longer sits on my neck and though I still reach for it in my quiet moments, what she wanted, what I want, who we were and are, doesn't matter. I want to hear her gasp for me.

Her hand is still in my hair when I wrench us out of our seats, the wall a few steps away. A few steps in which I grin at her, this power game not yet finished. I slam her body into that wall, and press her against it. My knee presses between her legs. My lips, her lips are a breath away from each other.

Ask for it, Vail. Whisper those wanting words in my ear, and maybe I will grant you this...

 

[Vail_Indigo]

She submitted to me before, but she was never anything less than my absolute equal...and THAT is why it was so perfect, and why this play is so delicious...move for move matched and countered and dodged...this is joy
a laugh softly as my back hits the wall, not mocking, a laugh of delight and fun...I give her a present as her leg slips between mine...a soft moan...and I lower my weight onto her, already grinding, not waiting for 'permission'...I can't help it...and I whisper...

Just stand right there, let me think about it

eyelids droop as I continue to ride her...'maybe' my ass

 

[Ausus_girl13]

She submitted to me before, but she was never anything less than my absolute equal...and THAT is why it was so perfect, and why this play is so delicious...move for move matched and countered and dodged...this is joy
a laugh softly as my back hits the wall, not mocking, a laugh of delight and fun...I give her a present as her leg slips between mine...a soft moan...and I lower my weight onto her, already grinding, not waiting for 'permission'...I can't help it...and I whisper...

Just stand right there, let me think about it

eyelids droop as I continue to ride her...'maybe' my ass

I shake my head as she rides my leg, not as if I didn't see that coming, not as if I won't tilt my head right now and sink my teeth into her neck, sucking hard, ensuring that I will mark her, in my own way.

I suck and bite, and wait, listening for those little sounds, the gasps and mewls that tell me she is close, that our teasing tiny game is bringing her closer. My fingertips brush over the obvious tight little nipples encased in the "fabric".

And I hear it. Her gasps, and when she shakes over me. I pull my leg away and take a step back. Smiling softly at her. Give and take, that's what we do.

 

[Vail_Indigo]

I droop a bit against the wall as she pulls back as I was sure she would...but not in a 'predictable' kind of way...just in a 'oh, I'm not going to let you get it THAT easily, trollop' kind of way...I take a moment to compose myself...let the desire and sensations and blood burning within me come to something akin to a balance...I take a step, and another, circling her, appraising her, taking in the curves as if for the first time...and that damn fucking skirt...I stop to breath in the scent that comes from no where in this world except the back of her neck...I take a taste, just a tiny one, my hands gripping her arms, nails digging in, so she can't step away...I want her to feel my breath, guide her body against mine, utterly still but molding perfectly to each other...there is a growl at the back of my throat...its that scent that does it to me...

 

[Ausus_girl13]

I stand there and let her circle me. Let her work her magic. Set her trap. My eyes lowered to the floor and I wait. Wait. Breathing her scent in, wanting both to slam her to the floor and take what I want and... and.. but no. I wait.

And then she is against me. And back under my skin and just the tip of her tongue can send shivers dancing up my spine.

Fuck

Stop.

whimper

Don't stop.

There are holes in my palms where the nails have created craters. And her scent. It just never ends.

Oh god mi-

I stop. Lean my head back and sigh. But my knees do not give out, and I do not beg.

And I wait.

 

[Vail_Indigo]

writing on her neck with my tonguetip, names and promises and dirty words...my hands releasing her arms, knowing she won't move, not yet, at least. I ache to bite, my mouth tingling as I salivate for it, but no...it doesn't feel right..yet...
my hands run down her curves...coming to rest on her hips...guiding her body in tiny movements as I breath hot, wet air onto her skin
we take one step forward


you sound so...

and another...my heels clicking perfectly, hers much less so...a wobble each time...

uncertain of what...

and another, her body pressed up face first to the wall, pinned by my weight

you want

now my teeth find flesh, and pinch, and hold..as fingernails drag a pretty pencil skirt higher

 

[Ausus_girl13]

Pressed against the wall, barely breathing, barely containing myself, that red nail dragging my skirt upward, dragging the moans from what feels as if the very pit of my being. I want to scream. To softly beg. But none of this falls from my lips.

Palms flat on the wall

I want...

biting my lower lip

I want...

The words won't come, lodged in my throat. And so I take step, spreading my legs as I can in the tight pencil skirt, and let that action stand for my words. She'll know.

 

[Vail_Indigo]

there are things that can be resisted in this world...and things that can not...for me, this is one of them...hearing her, feeling her react...I am...compelled

the skirt rising higher and higher as I whisper in her ear...I don't know what I say, it doesn't matter...all that matters is that she knows who is on her, who is touching her, who has brought her here...she has to know my presence completely...as my hand slips inside the wet, clinging material of her panties, and finds that place I hunger for

she's so very wet, so very in need that my finger slips in on its own, thumb coming to rest on her clit...and just holding us there...a circuit, a cycle completed...

here, like this, I can almost feel everything she feels flowing through that circuit

and I hold us there, as long as I can, in that moment, but I am a girl with needs that are not to be denied too long...and I need her moan...I need her helpless sounds as she surrenders to cunt, girl, herself...and yes, a little bit to me...

my finger and thumb start to move
as I still whisper

 

[Ausus_girl13]

That finger that slides into me, that is pressed against the tiny little nub that ~is~ me, and it's like coming home. It's simple, easy, and for the moment, right.

I don't resist. My hips roll up and out, and she pushes further into me. My head rests against the wall and I can't stop the plaintive little whimpers that slip from my torn throat.

I give her what she wants. What I want. A moan.

I can give her nothing less, and nothing more.

 

[Vail_Indigo]

That sound...her sound...is like fingertips everywhere I need them...
my finger works inside her, it knows her body, my thumb her clit...her hips move and I move my body with hers, undulating in time, until my movements start to guide hers
My whispers continue, a droplet of sweat from behind her ear to my tongue, my voice becomes demanding...telling her what I want, as if she didn't know already...
this is our dance
my whimpers, my moans, match hers
my cunt drips like hers does
neither body able to stop

 

[Ausus_girl13]

An anguished cry. Legs clamp around seeking hands.
A pause.
A much needed deep breath.
No.
Turning. removing hands, kissing palms. And vanishing from her grip. Not because I want to. Not because I don't love her. But in this moment, being pulled away, and not being able to stop it.

And for now, she has some very wet fingers to remind her of what was, and maybe, some other day, when she's in pink and I have on a tight pencil skirt, what will be.

 

[Vail_Indigo]

sighs as she disappears...but, strangely, a sigh of contentment and of love. Its never been about the last moments, its never been about the peek, or the crashing down, or any of that.

It always has been, and always will be, about our dance.

And a free cosmo awaits me