The Mansion

[LordUsagi]

He laughed.

"Perhaps lady luck did not betray you, perhaps she knew one of her gender was in need of punishment," he grinned, "or a good hard shagging."

He stood and walked around the table.

"Now you have already disobeyed me once," he winked at her, "each time the punishment will be worse."

There was no malice in his eyes as he winked at her, and then brought his hand down on her behind. It was little more than a tap.

"Now for my glorious win I think I deserve something...on your knees."

 

[DarkWarrioress]

She couldn't argue with the good hard shagging part. It had been awhile. And that damn ethereal bitch knew it too.

As he got up and walked around the table toward her, she instinctively took a step back and found herself brought up short by his hand on her ass. It was little more than a tap, but an unexpected one. The action made her halt in her tracks and blink. Her eyes shot to his. The look in his eyes, the wink, all made her bite the inside of her cheek to keep from laughing aloud. Damn charming devils that walk around disguised as gentlemen.

"Now for my glorious win I think I deserve something...on your knees."

On her... what? Oh no, he didn't. Her lips parted, about to sass him yet again then closed as she remembered. One, she was still in her panties and bra. It was a good bet she wasn't going to keep them, but for now, she had them on. Two, she recalled her wagers. Her eyes rolled, her head wiggled back and forth slightly and her lips contorted in a weird way. Then she gave him a look.

"Is this going to be one of your wishes? Because if not?"

She folded her arms over her chest.

"I'm sure as hell not getting on my knees."

Defiance was clear and sharp in her eyes, but if he looked closely he'd see the glimmer of mischief as well.

 

[LordUsagi]

All he could do was smile, her defiance was endearing.

"Well my dear, I am not going to spend the three wishes on that, but I do believe there is a 24 hour bet in action."

He let her keep her defiantly folder arms over her chest as he walked behind her and ran his hand down her back slowly. It stopped as the ass cheek which he had spanked and cupped it firmly.

"I do believe the 3 wishes were for things as long as you didn't strongly disagree with. Evidently a blow job is okay."

His hand continued to caress her cheek.
"But I will save those wishes for later, right now I am in my 24 hour stipulated time."

His other hand joined the first one and began to caress her other cheek.
"So I guess I could still ask for you to drop to your knees, but I won't."

His hands moved off her ass cheeks and glided around over her stomach, one above the other.
"In fact to show I am magnanimous in victory I will even let you have one of the bet chips."

Turning her around with his strong hands he dropped to his knees.
"A tummy nibble I believe it was."

He mouth descended on the area beneath her navel, which he kissed and nipped teasingly all around and even as low as her panty-line.

He pulled away looked up at her and winked.

Lets see what you do now my dear

She should have noticed the sly grin on his face as his hands reached up and hooked some fingers through the panty waistband.

"Your underwear is mine, if I am correct...but you also owe me a kiss"

Before she could answer his head dropped and he kissed her on the apex of her thighs through the silky material of her underwear. It was a long and firm kiss.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Crap on a cracker!

She was afraid of that. He was going to save his three wishes and use his 24 hours first. Her head didn't turn to follow him as he moved behind her. It was enough she could sense him back there. As he moved, her arms unlocked and fell to her sides. His fingers trailed down her spine, making her back arch and goosebumps form on her skin. A light shiver ran through her body. She felt the tingle in her arms. The muscles her jaw tightened as her teeth clenched when the palm of his hand found a home against the curve of her ass. His hands moved away and slid over her waist to find their way to concave surface of her stomach. The muscles there reacted to his touch by tightening and drawing inward. There was the soft hiss of her indrawn breath.

"In fact to show I am magnanimous in victory I will even let you have one of the bet chips. A tummy nibble I believe it was."

Strong hands turned her around as he dropped to his knees before her. It was coming. Soon. Very soon. Was there any preparation for such a thing? She doubted it. Anticipation drew her taunt as his lips found tender skin. Small white teeth latched into her bottom lip as he stirred the embers of the fire inside her. His lips drew lines of fire on her flesh. Strength of will kept her from shifting about. A will that was fast becoming unraveled as his teeth nipped at her. A soft mangled sound left her throat just before he pulled away and looked up.

Breathe, woman. Breathe. Now.

She inhaled. Barely. Just before he spoke and acted. Fingers hooked into the waistband of her panties. A mere wisp of a garment to begin with, cut high and exposing a great deal.

"Your underwear is mine, if I am correct...but you also owe me a kiss"

He knew damn well both things were correct. She should have seen it coming. Should have sensed it. Probably would have if he hadn't already scrambled her senses into nothing more than static.

That breath she had drawn? Was for naught. He had cultivated her sensitivity. Set her on a fine edge. His lips pressed to the thin material of her panties. His breath, heated, on her skin, made her fingers curl. He made her legs tremble. What he had fanned, went from embers to flame. The fire of desire surged through her veins. The dull throb of desire reached out from her core, sought and found the pit of her belly. if she dared to move at all, she'd fall to her knees.

Her lungs screamed at her to breathe. She had forgotten how. The worst of it was, she knew they had barely started. The palms of her hands found the back of his head and lightly rested there. She knew he was going to do more than make her forget to breathe. Somewhere, faintly, in the back of her mind, it whispered that she was going to even the score. That is...if she survived this, if she survived him and if she had any working braincells left.

 

[LordUsagi]

He had to do everything in his power not to lose control. He had 24 hours to tease and please her, then he planned to use his wishes to gain the ultimate goal. He hoped by then that he will have done enough for her to give him the answer he wanted.

He held his kiss, his lips doing nothing more than brushing over the material of her panties. There was a slight moistness to her and he guessed that the sensual poker game had aroused them both. How can he teas her little more, how can he arouse her just a tad more. Slowly he pushed his tongue out between his lips that were still drifting over the silky flesh covering her body. He wasn't going to be too subtle, so his mouth drifted lower, seeking the ever moistening crease between her thighs. When he found it he ran the tip up and down adding his own moisture to her arousal. Not that this wasn't making him aroused as well. He could feel himself hardening as well.

Her palms on his head, she wanted him like this. He mustn't let her get too comfortable, after all he had won the game. He was sure that if the roles had been reversed she would show little mercy. Slowly he rose to his feet, still running his tongue up her body, over the exposed skin. Slowly and sensually, stopping occasionally to suck the flesh into his mouth or nip it lightly with his teeth.

When he reached her breasts he began to tease them as well. His mouth and tongue worshiping the flesh through the lacy material of her bra. He ran his tongue over the nipples, he sucked them
into his mouth, he even nipped them until he could sense her excitement,

"I shall claim your underwear later," he whispered to her breasts.

Then he kissed her on the lips, a long kiss, his tongue barely invading her mouth. Stepping away he smiled as he fastened his jeans up again.

"Now I want a drink...I believe there is a cellar somewhere."

 

[DarkWarrioress]

His lips. The warmth of his breath. The faint touch of his tongue as his lips... oh dear heavens,her breath sucked inward sharply.... as his lips moved lower still. Damn him for teasing her like this. His tongue moving along the length of the lips guarding her inner self, her core, teasing her with the notion of what he could be doing to her. A hint of what he was capable of. His action not only teased her, but made her want more from him. She wanted that scrap of lace, gone. Wanted to feel the softness of his tongue stroking her, drawing the liquid desire from her body. Wanted to feel him tongue fucking her....

He rose, still teasing her as his tongue trailed up her body, drawing her reluctantly back from her lustful thoughts. Her hands fell away from his head as he came upright. She was squirming and making small sounds in her throat whenever he stopped long enough to draw her flesh between his lips or nip at it. Her whole back had broken out in tiny goosebumps.

Tongue and mouth teased her breasts, making her nipples tighten even moreso if that was at all possible. As he tugged a lace covered nipple into the warm, wet interior of his mouth, she felt a tug deep in her womb. An ache in her loins that flared into fiery licks of passion that were hellbent on creeping up from between her legs and engulfing her.

"I shall claim your underwear later."

His whisper across her breasts made her hands clench into small fists. So, the tease was going to tease the tease, was he? If she only knew. His lips met her own, his tongue merely teasing her mouth until she groaned in mild frustration. He stepped back as her eyes opened. He was refastening his jeans. Damn. His next words made her eyes widen.

"Now I want a drink...I believe there is a cellar somewhere."

Her cellar. How did he... she drew in a deep breath. Bought time for her brain to function. Maybe get the blood circulating to someplace else besides between her legs.

"Cellar? Yes. I have one. I have some fine wines stored down there and some cognac too. I'll be happy to show you."

She led the way through her kitchen and down the backstairs, descending into the entertainment room and past the impressive bar that Ice built for her. There was another set of stairs against the back wall and she led the way down those as well. He was behind her, she could sense him and feel the heat radiate from his body, for which she was thankful for. Out of necessity it was chilly down in the cellar.

The walls were lined with built in wine racks and casks. Reaching up, she pulled on a dangling cord and the room was flooded with light.

"Please, feel free to pick anything that catches your eye. As you can see, I have an extensive collection."

 

[DarkWarrioress]

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Coffee. The moment my eyes flashed open. No, wait. Not entirely true. A hot shower to ease achy muscles first then ping off the walls like a ping pong ball down the hall until there is the kitchen and smell of fresh brewed coffee. Ohhhh yessss. My precious. Come to Momma. Get in mah belleh. *shudder* Almost better than an orgasm. I said, almost.

Standing in the kitchen, my toes curled against the cold floor with my bangs hanging in my eyes, sipping first coffee. Is there anything better? Obviously. But at the moment my still med fogged mind doesn't think so.

A low uncomfortable grunt as I lean back against the counter. Damn chronic lower back pain. Maybe it's the boobs. They're not that big, are they? Hm. I do have a petite frame however. I probably should check with the doc about that.

Agenda... my agenda for the day... not much. I'm still combating this cold trying to take over my body. I think I may be winning but I don't want to say that allowed and jinx anything. Last night before I slipped into slumber, I checked my threads and I'm still caught up. Yay, me. Actually, I'm grateful. Maybe I'll ponder over thread ideas for today or write another installment of "Jungle Heat". There's company for dinner tonight, the least I can do for their help later today and if I can muster it? Time on the treadmill to make up for not getting it done yesterday.

Right now?

There's just my coffee and I.

Lovely.

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[DarkWarrioress]

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[LoganDarkHolme]

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*slips from the shadows to nibble along your neck and lick a line along your jaw then grins slipping away from her reach and slips my shirt off*

evening hun *grinning and crosses arms over broad chest*

 

[LordUsagi]

"Please, feel free to pick anything that catches your eye. As you can see, I have an extensive collection."

"Oh I think I have already," his hand came down firmly on her left arse cheek. It was a hard blow, but enough to sting for a second or two before fading into a memory. However his hand lingered behind, more than a memory, as his fingers softly kneaded the flesh before he ran his palm over the tantalizing curves.

After another firmer tap to her right sided cheek he stepped into the cellar and began to explore some of the bottles.

"Hmmm let's see...It will have to be a red wine, to go with the red."

He turned and looked at her, obviously admiring her red locks, before continuing his search.

"Ah this should do nicely...the vineyards of Stellenbosch."

Taking the bottle off the rack he inspected it closer.

"Hmm interesting," he walked back towards her, "I have been to this wine farm...I fought a duel there."

He remembered it well, even though it was such a long time ago. It had been a wedding, he had worn his family kilt, and had donned his trusty basket-hilted broadsword (the same one that now hung at his side) His opponent had insulted his companion, called her a whore, and he had been forced to defend the woman's honour even though he knew the accuser was correct. She had been a gold digger, flitting from whichever local had inclination to spend his well earned money on her. He had won the duel, but spared his opponents honour, dignity and life (it had been the right thing to do considering the accuracy of the accusation). The scar he had received had faded just as the memories of the woman in question had. Absently he ran his finger down the faint white line that trailed down his chest.

"Yes this will do nicely."

He stepped close to her, wrapping the arm that held the bottle around her back so the cool glass trailed over her slightly heated lower cheeks. He kissed her softly, nothing more than a peck. His other hand trailed over her belly and around the curve to tease her through the material. His middle finger furrowing a crease between her lips as he spoke softly in her ear.

"Be a dear and fetch us a glass and something to open this with."

Stepping away he smiled at her before returning to explore the rest of the cellar. It was an exploration that would lead him to the closed door at the far end. He would be tempted to open it, but would not. She may be his for the next day period, but still there were manners to be observed. So he just stood looking at the door and wondering what was behind it.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

The smack on her butt came unexpectedly, lifting her up on her toes for a second. The sting of it made her yelp, well, also the surprise of it did. Swiftly following the sting was the heat. She could feel it flood her left cheek. His lingering touch did little to ease the warmth, but rather, heightened it. He left her to closer inspect the shelves, taking down a bottle of wine and inspecting it. It made her smile a little to listen to him recount a memory. He came back toward her, bottle in hand. His arm wrapped around her middle, pulling her close. The coolness of the bottle of wine touched her slightly reddened cheek as his head lowered, lips finding hers. Her hands rested lightly on his hips as they kissed. His free hand was distracting, trailing over her belly and lower still. His voice came to her ear, low and seductive, making her shiver slightly.

"Be a dear and fetch us a glass and something to open this with."

For the briefest of moments, she simply stood in his embrace, her mind blank. Seduction was an enticing fog to find oneself in. A deep inhale. A nod. Then, she stepped out of his arm, turned and headed back upstairs to the kitchen. it didn't take long to retrieve a wineglass and a corkscrew. She lightly ran back down the stairs...

"Here we g---"

Her words abruptly stopped, she stopped, wineglass in one hand, the corkscrew in the other. Her eyes had widened and her mouth went dry as if someone had just shoved a dry sponge into it. Her eyes drifted beyond him to the door.

"Go..." that last word drifted off in a whisper.

Damn.

He found the door to the dungeon. It had been awhile since she had been in there but she knew the place was clean and pristine. Knew that a fire blazed in the fireplace. The small table set next to the wing-backed chair sitting adjacent to the fireplace. The lined shelves with all manner of play things on a wall that were behind closed doors. The brass rings embedded into the stone wall, that glimmered with the reflection of firelight. The coils of rope that hung from hooks in the walls. The floggers, the swords. So many things.

Her eyes drifted back to him as she held up the wineglass and the corkscrew.

"Here we go. The items you requested."

 

[LordUsagi]

"Thank you."

He continued to study the door for a bit before taking the corkscrew from her.

Deftly he cut away the plastic that bound the top of the bottle, before slowly twisting the metal into the cork, savoring the soft squeaking noise it made.

After he had pulled the cork free he gestured for her to hold the glass up for him as he poured himself some wine.

"So what is behind that door...or is it private."

He smiled, "I could order you to give me a tour of the house...a full tour, but I will let you decide what rooms I can and can't see."

 

[DarkWarrioress]

She shifted from one foot to the other as he continued to study the closed door.

He's going to ask. You know he will.

Shut up. Why are you tempting fate?

Come on.. you know...

He asked.

Her head titled slightly to one side as she contemplated every description she could think of to describe what was behind the door. In the end, she decided on honesty. Clasping her hands behind her back, she gave him a slight grin.

"A playroom or to put it more succulently, a dungeon."

She wasn't sure how he was going to process that information but might as well find out.

"Would you care to see it?"

Her tone came softly with the edge of a curious lilt to it.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

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The Wolfing is troubled. I have words, but I merely watch from the shadows for others come to bring her comfort. Loan her strength. One can never have too much of that, but there is a wish not to crowd. Perhaps in private I will cast the words upon parchment and wing it the Wolfling's way but what more can I offer her that hasn't already been offered? The Wolfling knows I am in her corner.

I feel slightly troubled for it is not in me to remain quiet, not where she is concerned. In past times, I have read her words, sensed her troubles and did not speak because of how things were between us and because I felt they would not be welcomed. Things are different now. I know it. She knows it. Still. I draw deeper into the darkness of the ether to watch. To listen. To gather. The time may still come for the words to be needed. Perhaps. We shall see.

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[LordUsagi]

"Would I like to see it," he pondered the question, was she teasing or tempting, "...in a word ,,," he nodded and smiled, "yes... this sounds to intriguing to pass up."

He took a sip of the wine, eyes watching her intently for her reaction.. Would she be excited by the prospect of showing her 'playroom' to him or frightened that he may use his wishes and time to her disadvantage.

"Perhaps you can choose an appropriate instrument for your punishment."

She would be wondering what punishment she deserved, and in truth she deserved no such thing. She had been a gracious host and a good sport during their friendly competition. But he was enjoying the tease too much to let up now.

Her current pose with her hands behind her back looked too enticing and he couldn't help but grin as his mind wandered away on it's own thoughts.
He stepped up close to her, "don't you dare move."

Their bodies touched lightly as he looked down into her eyes. Slowly he ran his hand down her stomach and under the band of her panties, slipping his finger between the moist folds of her womanhood. He continued to stare at her as his flat hand ran over her, the middle finger sliding between the outer lips.

"Do you think you should be punished, for losing the game that is."

He leaned down and kissed her neck before nipping it slightly.

"Do you want to be punished?"

His finger teased her as it tip slipped in deeper as he ran his hand over her mound.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

"Don't you dare move."

Instinctively, she froze. Hands still clasped behind her back and stared at him in confusion.

"What? What did I---"

Wineglass in one hand, he stepped up close to her, their bodies slightly touching. She found herself drowning in his look, unable to tear her gaze away from his.

Like a snake about to gobble his prey.

The thought rang through her mind. She swallowed slowly. Felt his fingers slide over the flatness of her stomach, making the muscles there contract. Tighten. They slipped under the waistband of her panties and it was all she could do to just stand still, resisting the urge to rub her thighs together. She could feel her own moisture forming between her folds. She caught her bottom lip between her teeth as his finger slipped between those folds. Knew what he would discover if he didn't already know it.

"Do you think you should be punished, for losing the game that is."

His head lowered. Her breath caught somewhere in her throat as she felt his warm breath on her neck just before she felt his lips kiss her there. Her fingers tightened together behind her back as his teeth nipped at her tender, sensitive, flesh. A mangled sound of pleasure left her throat as her body swayed closer to his.

"Do you want to be punished?"

His words barely registered into her consciousness. Wetting her suddenly dry lips with her tongue, she managed to find her words. Her cheek brushed against his, her lips grazed against his jaw as she spoke.

"Hell no. Why should I get punished just because Lady Luck is a fickle bitch?"

Her next words, she drew out slowly, dispersed between small touches of her lips against his jawbone. Quiet. Soft. Teasing. Hardly more than a whisper between them.

"The question should be..... do you feel the need to punish me...."

 

[DarkWarrioress]

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So. I've been trying to kick this cold trying to find a home in my chest and every time I think I have it licked, it proceeds to show me otherwise. I have posts to write but today, my head is pounding like someone is trying to use a jackhammer on it. So, I'll go off and do what I need to then curl up this morning with some meds. Hopefully, today I can sleep more.

I have thoughts for posts, ideas for threads, mental lists of things that need to be accomplished today and that infernal pounding in my head going on. it's getting pretty damn crowded in there.

For now, I need to go get ready to go out for a bit.

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[DarkWarrioress]

I am rather proud of myself today. I owe D a post and that's it, though having said that, I'm sure someone will change that fact by morning. My email story is caught up. I need to get an idea for a thread down to share with someone.

In the real world, the car has cost me a few bucks. The air conditioning of all things. Better to fix it now then to wait until I actually need it.

The kid brother started work. Decent hours too. He wrote me the other day asking for gas money just in case what funds he has doesn't make it until his pay day. Of course, I told him I would deposit what I could in his checking account. I'm not completely happy about it, but I'll cut him the slack this once.

Another baby was born into the family on the 21st. 8 lbs. 6 oz, 21 inches long. He looks like his mother and has his daddy's chin. I'm as pleased and proud as I can be. I know Mom would have been.

The cold is fading, nothing very serious thus far, thank the Divine for small things. This weekend is earmarked for taking it easy, stocking the wood supply in the house and puttering around as I wish.

All in all? I am pleased with life. Irritated here and there, but that's normal. Life, is good.

 

[Callmetim]

All in all? I am pleased with life. Irritated here and there, but that's normal. Life, is good.

*walking back up from the wine cellar, producing a 2005 Chateau Cheval Blanc, produces it for DW's inspection*

Shall we celebrate ... to life?

 

[LordUsagi]

Her next words, she drew out slowly, dispersed between small touches of her lips against his jawbone. Quiet. Soft. Teasing. Hardly more than a whisper between them.

"The question should be..... do you feel the need to punish me...."


The delicate touch of her lips against his skin had the desired affect. A slow long moan escaped his lips as he tilted his head slightly to allow her lips more access to the sensitive skin. If her mere teasing of his neck could elicit such a response from him he could only imagine how he would feel when she was on her knees worshiping before him.

His thoughts betrayed him as his fingers hesitated in its penetration of her lower essence, but he soon recovered to continue his slow invasion of her every moistening womanhood. He smiled as his finger curled around when it reached the top of her vagina, anxiously seeking to see if he could discover her sacred spot.

"Do I feel the need to punish you?"

He slipped his finger out of her and withdrew his hand with a smirk.

"I think if Lady Luck hadn't have been so fickle to you, I would be the one standing here mesmerised by your intentions."

Taking a few steps back from her he winked before attacking with lightening speed. Before she even knew it, his sword was in his hand, slashing down once it cut the piece of material that held the two cups of her bra together. The piece had hardly separated from itself before his sword flash again, this time a thrust, slipping the cold steel between the waistband of her panties and the goose flesh of her thigh. He smiled as a twist of his wrist caused the severed lacy material to fall from her body, with barely the faintest scratch on her skin.

He studied her in all her glory knowing that this would most likely be the last time he would get the upper hand in a test of swords between them. He imagined her tied to some or other 'toy' she kept in her dungeon, while he thrust relentlessly into her. These thoughts stirred his soul and he could feel himself visibly hardening as his imagination lead him down paths yet unexplored.

"I think we should visit your dungeon now, and spend some time playing."

He sheathed his sword.

"But because Lady Luck was so fickle to you, I will let you choose the first instrument and method of your torture." The way he said the word held more seduction than malice and it would be hard to imagine it as anything but sensual play that was about to occur. Though perhaps it would be intense sensual play.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

"I think if Lady Luck hadn't have been so fickle to you, I would be the one standing here mesmerised by your intentions."

She couldn't contradict him. He was right. Still, a small smile played along her lips, smug in the knowledge she was affecting him about as much as he was getting to her.

The next few seconds flashed before her eyes before her mind comprehended what he was about. There was a flash of steel. The sudden freedom of her breasts from confinement. The feel of cold, unmerciful steel as it slipped between delicate threads and soft skin. Her skin dimpled with goosebumps, nipples tightening in ever harder pebbles with the air down here being much cooler than above.

She had to admire his prowess with the blade and at the same time, mental notes were taken. Who knew when she would meet up with him again? And next time, he would be on the end of her sword for a switch. She shrugged out of the remnants of her bra, letting it fall to the floor to join the scrap of material that had once been a functioning piece of underwear.

"I think we should visit your dungeon now, and spend some time playing. But because Lady Luck was so fickle to you, I will let you choose the first instrument and method of your torture."

Oh bloody fucking hell! She hated when they did that. Made her choose the instrument of her own downfall, as it were. The mere thought of what was contained beyond that closed door made her squirm, internally and visibly. A quick flick of her wrist and the door they had been contemplating, slowly opened. The warmth from within snaked out to touch them as if beckoning them to enter. Considering she was complete nude, she didn't require further beckoning. She stepped inside the room, moving slightly to one side so that he could enter. Her eyes slipped from the chains on the wall to the St. Andrews Cross to the Relic, or the pentacle as many would call it. Torture had called it. From the seductive tone in his voice, she suspected he was going to be "torture". Of the most delightful kind. There were floggers, daggers, blindfolds and rope. Lots and lots of rope. Her eyes slid to a cabinet built into a wall. So many manner of toys in there.

She waited for him to join her, mulling over choices.

 

[LordUsagi]

He watched her as she entered the room, his eyes noting the few instruments he could see beyond. She was so beautiful to watch as he moved, so graceful and so seductive. Her heavy breasts just noticeable from the angle he was at. He imagined her tied to the strange iron structure he could only just see within the room. Her hands held fast high above her. Her breasts standing proud as he ravaged them with his hands and mouth.

He could do nothing but admire the way her waist flared out into rounded hips and buttocks. He could almost feel his hand striking down upon the tight flesh as she bent over. The thoughts sent his mind racing and he wondered if tonight he may delve into new pleasures. This room was already holding new experiences for him, so perhaps he should go the whole hog.

He followed her into the room, standing next to her, his hand resting on her buttocks as he absently tapped it.

"I think you will need to get yourself a blindfold and an instrument of your choice." His hand moved down to the junction between her legs."Then you can present it to me on your knees as I contemplate your fate."

 

[DarkWarrioress]

What was he thinking, she wondered to herself. The only light in the room came from the flickering fireplace. The door to this room closed softly behind them of its own accord.

"I think you will need to get yourself a blindfold and an instrument of your choice."

His hand slipped between her thighs. Her eyes went to the cupboard in the wall before she moved in that direction, his hand slipping away from her as she did. The cupboard door opened silently. There were shelves of toys but she went straight for the drawers, pulling one out. She retrieved a rectangular piece of dark silk. Without even glancing in his direction, though she felt his eyes watching her every move, she closed the cabinet. Moved to another one and opening it silently. So many choices. Instrument he had said, but did not specify. Wrong thing to do with her. It left things wide open. There was the soft sound of clinking metal as she withdrew something from one of the shelves before closing the doors. Pivoting on her toes, she turned to face him. Head held regally, chin lifted, she moved. Gracefully. With ease. Toward him. Stopping shy of touching him, she slipped to her knees before him. Sitting on her heels. Back straight. Shoulders squared. Silk rectangle and a shiny pair of handcuffs in the palms of her outstretched hands.

 

[LordUsagi]

He watched her as she moved, she certainly was a sight to behold. Every fluid motion of her body sent the blood coursing to his ever growing extremity. It would be impossible for her not to notice the stretching material of his jeans, especially when she fell to her knees before him. He knew he had to be free of those confines soon, free to experience the joys her body no doubt held.

"Interesting choice...so you choose to be punished by my body for now."

He thought of her hands cuffed behind her back as she lay over his knee, his hand spanking her arse. Her hands fastened above her head to that interesting contraption that stood in the center of the room. He wondered if he would have to tease her body, or if the thrill of being bound would be enough to loosen her up for his inevitable penetration. But the most interesting thought (because it was new to him) was her fastened bent over as his member, slick from her own juices, slipped between her arse cheeks. He wondered if that would be allowed by her stipulations, or if he would have to call in one of his wishes.

All these thoughts took their toll on his body and he ached for release. He reached down and took the cuffs from her.

"We will only need those later. In the meantime," he grinned, "you can blindfold yourself, you don't get to see me until I have experienced you in all three ways."

He reached sown to the button of his jeans, anxiously awaiting her response. His body straining to the thought of violating her throat soon. All the while he considered if he had lost the game would he even be in this dungeon and if so how would she handle her twenty four hours.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

"Interesting choice...so you choose to be punished by my body for now."

Punished? With his body? She grinned inwardly, her eyes studying the bulge that was straining against the material of his jeans. By the stars, she hoped so. He removed the cuffs from her keeping. The sound of cold steel bouncing off of itself with a metallic clink, sent a tingle of anticipation down her spine. It lodged between her thighs. As she lifted the silk to her eyes, the last thing she beheld was him easing the button free from the waistband of his jeans.

Darkness descended into her consciousness as the cool, slick silk covered her eyes. Nimble fingers deftly tied a knot in the material at the back of her head. Interesting how she could feel the radiating heat from the fireplace spread across her naked flesh. How the sound of the crackling fire permeated the room. His words echoed through her mind.

"You don't get to see me until I have experienced you in all three ways."

It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what he meant. He had also tapped into one of her greater turn-ons. Denial of the senses. It was a tension builder, no doubt about it. Being denied her sight, she didn't know what was coming or when. Being denied touch drove her bat crazy. She was a toucher. For now, he didn't deny her that, thankfully although his words indicated it would be otherwise, later. Her hearing fine-tuned, listening for that soft rasp of the zipper before her being lowered, the shuffling of clothing as he released that bountiful piece of manhood straining to be free of his jeans. The tip of her tongue peeked from between slightly parted lips that felt dry all of a sudden, moving across the surface to wet them. Her hands resumed their position behind her back, clasped together.