The Mansion

[LordUsagi]

"Finally you are obeying me," he whispered as he stepped free of his jeans.

She may have heard the soft crick of his knees as he squatted to retrieve them. He took the opportunity to lean slightly forward and brush his lips against hers. Holding the kiss, he reached up to cup her breasts, his thumbs teasing each nipple. His tongue pressed against her lips, helping to moisten them for what was to come.

It was only a brief kiss before he rose to his feet again. Stepping away he purposely brushed his hard manhood across her cheek. He walked as quietly as he could to the chair by the fireplace. Hanging his jeans over the back he stood next to it.

"Come here dear," he said barely above a whisper, "I think you know what I want."

 

[DarkWarrioress]

She simply smiled. He would learn. Eventually. Then he would understand. Until then, she let him believe as he would. There was the soft rustle of denim being removed. The slight sound of his joints protesting at being used. That made her smile a bit more. She knew that feeling well. His lips brushed against hers, causing her to startle by slightly jerking her head back. It was an instinctive reaction to an unexpected touch. Her mind registered it for what it was and she settled. Her chin tipped upward slightly, her lips answering his. His thumbs brushed back and forth across her nipples, making them harden even more if that was even possible. Then he was away, but not before his hardness brushed against her cheek. Her head canted a degree as her ears strained to hear things. Anything. Something that would inform her what he was about or where he had moved to. His voice gave him away.

"Come here dear. I think you know what I want."

Of course she did. Something every man wanted. His voice came from in front of her, slightly toward her right. Somewhere in the vicinity of the fireplace. At a guess? She would have to say the winged-back chair that was placed adjacent to it. Rising to her feet, she stood a moment, then moved forward. Mentally, she was imagining the distance from where she knew she was to the sound of his voice.

"This would have been easier if you had guided me where you wanted me to be or simply had me secure the blindfold after I was where you are."

One foot was placed directly in front of the other. Steps were taken even as she spoke. Nothing stood between him and her, she knew. There was just the uncertainty of knowing when exactly to stop without stubbing a toe on the chair or running into him. Interestingly enough, people and objects give off a vibe, if you will. It was hard for her to explain. She stopped a foot shy of him. Again she wet her lips before speaking.

"Yes, I know what you want, but you will tell me what you desire. A person who does not speak the words does not deserve to lay claim to that which he wants."

Bold words she knew, but she felt confident in speaking them. She was not his slave nor his submissive. Submission was a gift earned. She was here, like this, because it was what she wanted, regardless of the fact he wanted it too. For the moment, the next twenty-four hours, she was his. He had won the bet, but he had yet to win her.

 

[LordUsagi]

"What do I desire?"

If she could see him, she would see a smile. A smile that was part smirk and part humour, but for the most part desire. He closed the gap between them and brushed his lips against hers. She would be able to feel his length pressing against her as he whispered in her ear.

"What I desire, is to feel your lips sliding down my cock...to feel my head pressing against your throat."

He nipped her ear, "to feel my balls resting against your chin as you choke on my girth...to hear your appreciation as you swallow down my precious cum."

He buckled his knees slightly so his penis rubbed against her nether lips.
"Then I want to feel you hard nipples rub against my thighs as I bring my hand to bare on your naked bottom."

He let the head slip between her outer lips, causing a groan to emit from his lips.
"Then when I am hard I am going to feel your pussy stretching for me...perhaps if you are good then I will go gentle...if not I may fetch one of those instruments in your cabinets."

He withdrew from her, "perhaps a paddle...perhaps something worse."

"And finally my dear," he was behind her now, his hands squeezing her buttocks cheeks. "Then my dear," he leaned against her, his lips to her ear, "I will let you take my virginity."

He let out a long sigh as he walked around to face her again.

"How my dear, I have told you what I desire." He was smiling broadly, "will you like to begin or would you wish to negotiate more," he grinned, "perhaps at the risk of angering me more."

He was not angry, and he was sure she would pick that up in his tone He was teasing and he seriously doubted he would do half the things he threatened. But the game had to be played and his desire had to be attended to.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

There was a slight tilt to her head as she listened to him speak. His whisper in her ear flooded her being with need. The feel of his teeth on the shell of her ear, weakened her spine. His cock sliding teasingly against her, made her wet and wanting. Then the evil man let the head of his shaft slip just between her wet folds, teasing her with what was to come. It was all she could do not to snap her head around and press her teeth into his neck.

He moved silently. One moment he was in front of her, the next, behind her squeezing her ass as he whispered that she would be taking him into that orifice as well. In simple terms, he planned to thoroughly fuck her and he wouldn't be satisfied until he had claimed every inch of her.

"I didn't realize we were negotiating anything," she offered softly, "merely stating intention and we can begin anytime you desire, though I did think we had started some time back actually."

The grin on her lips was teasing. His hand had left her body. Where was he now? Her head turned slightly in the direction of the sigh. Damn him for being so fecking quiet. From his intonation, she wasn't worried. If he meant to harm, the house would have evacuated him, much like it had over a year ago when she and Glad had, had that unwelcome intruder, an angel fallen from grace. No, he was teasing her. He wasn't the type of man to cause harm to a woman.

She took a hesitant step and found herself pressed up against his body. Her lips found his chest and moved upward leisurely as she came up on her toes to press kisses to the base of his throat, the tip of her tongue flickering into the hollow there. Her rounded fingernails grazed along the outside of his thighs, making a path upward to brush over the rod of warm steel pressed between their bodies, stopping tantalizingly just below the rim of a blood filled, sensitive head.

 

[LordUsagi]

If her kisses weren't enough to excite him, her hand certainly was. The touch was so tantalising he had to hold himself back from rocking his hips against her hand. As much as he wanted to feel her lips wrapped round him, the teasing touch he was now experiencing was just as arousing. He wondered if she had won the game, would her reward be similar. Would she be as teasing knowing he would have to obey her every word, or would she demand his attentions.

He could feel his cock swelling in her hand, could feel it pulsing against her fingers. He was enjoying the feel of her lips against his throat, but he could no longer hold out against his desire. There would be plenty of time to kiss and cuddle, to show feelings, to show that this was more than carnal desire to him. But he wanted to show her that as much as he was going to take her, it
was more to him.

So he lowered his head and kissed her lips, kissed her with all the tenderness he could muster, before gently pressing down on her shoulders to show her he needed to feel around him.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

His response to her touch, was pleasing. His lips, finding her own was also pleasing. There was, in his kiss, the hint that there was more here than just lust and desire. He cared about her. She offered him her friendship and the affections that went with it. That, was the way of it.

His hands found the tops of her shoulders and gently exerted a pressure she understood. Under that guidance, she slowly sank to her knees. Her lips trailed along his skin as she did so. They floated down the center of his chest, paused to nibble, her tongue to lap at and into, his navel. The lower her lips went, the slower they moved. She knew her destination and she would get there, but not before trying to drive him nuts. He could apply pressure to her shoulders only so much.

She could feel the tension under the skin of his lower abdomen. A tenseness of anticipation, she assumed. Her lips hovered over the thick length of his arousal, her warm breath brushing across it. Small hands slid up his outer thighs, coming to rest at the tops of them as her head moved in closer, close enough that when her lips parted, her tongue was easily within reach of his heat. A hand left his thigh to take possession of the throbbing extension of his manhood and to tease further, her lips parted, the top edge of her tongue slid down an imaginary line along the underside his erection, coming to rest at the base. Her wet warmth left him only to return in tiny licks scattered across his dangling sac. Fine boned fingers wrapped around him, as much as they were able to and slowly stroked along hardened length.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

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God, I need coffee.

It's a bloody shame when that's the first thought that pops into my head when I open my eyes. A quick stumble off to the kitchen. A quicker one to grab a coffee cup. I can't pour it fast enough, fix it quick enough. And then.... that first sip. Oh. Dear. Gods. I'll hesitate to take that first bite out of a pizza that just came from the oven. I know I'm going to burn the roof of of my mouth, but coffee? No hesitation. I can't take that first sip fast enough, especially today, for some odd reason.

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[DarkWarrioress]

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There are times I hate my body. This is one of them. Why the bloody hell am I awake? It's freaking Saturday! I don't have to get up today. Well, I mean on a schedule, I don't. This just sucks. Bed is warmer. More comfy. What am I doing? Sitting up in a chair waiting for the coffee to finish.

So, since I am up, I have checked, two posts owed and I think I'll start in on them here in a second. Then, if my lag doesn't interfere, I'm going to go geek out an hour or two. My inner geek is tugging at me to come play. But first? COFFEE!

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[rbijon]

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There are times I hate my body. This is one of them. Why the bloody hell am I awake? It's freaking Saturday! I don't have to get up today. Well, I mean on a schedule, I don't. This just sucks. Bed is warmer. More comfy. What am I doing? Sitting up in a chair waiting for the coffee to finish.

So, since I am up, I have checked, two posts owed and I think I'll start in on them here in a second. Then, if my lag doesn't interfere, I'm going to go geek out an hour or two. My inner geek is tugging at me to come play. But first? COFFEE!

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I will gladly pour you a cup of coffee...then let's both geek out

 

[DarkWarrioress]

I will gladly pour you a cup of coffee...then let's both geek out

Now, that sounds like an awesome plan for both things!

 

[rbijon]

Now, that sounds like an awesome plan for both things!

I can geek out on Adobe programs for hours
Another cup'a?

 

[DarkWarrioress]

I can geek out on Adobe programs for hours
Another cup'a?

Absolutely! Fill 'er up.

I'm going to go geek out on WoW after a shower.

 

[rbijon]

Absolutely! Fill 'er up.

I'm going to go geek out on WoW after a shower.

I love that you are a geek!

 

[LordUsagi]

Her wet warmth left him only to return in tiny licks scattered across his dangling sac. Fine boned fingers wrapped around him, as much as they were able to and slowly stroked along hardened length.

The touch of her tongue and his balls was excruciating. Not because it felt uncomfortable, but because it felt so delightful. She was a tease and she knew how to play it to the full. She had teased and tantalised him with her touch as she had slid to her knees and she knew it. Although he had won the game she had not fully given in yet, and he loved it. He loved that she was not a mindless slave to his desires, he loved that she challenged and although she was giving in to his desires, she was doing so because she wanted to.

His member pulsed in her hand as her fingers wrapped about it. He moaned softly as her lips teased the underside and his scrotum. He wanted nothing more than to feel himself wrapped in her warmth. He could demand she take him in her mouth, he could push her down onto him. He had earned that victory and that reward. But instead he chose to let her dictate the pace. The reward would be greater and his desire more intense.

Later on he would take her. He wouldn't always be this gentle, he somehow sensed she didn't want him to be gentle all the time, for this was a choice she had made and not a right he had won.

He groaned softly as she began to stroke him. Looking down at her was so arousing and he grinned. A grin she would not see but would sense in is words.

"I feel like a god looking down upon his favourite servant as she worships him. So my dear prove you are worthy of your master."

He closed his eyes to feel the sensation of her touch for a while.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Strokes of her hand were followed by the length of her tongue until she got to the crown, pausing just below the ridge that defined the head, the very tip of her tongue traced it, as she gently tugged him down toward her. Coming full circle, her lips parted wider as her head slowly moved forward, enveloping him into the heat of her mouth. Holding him at the base, she controlled his ability to simply shove himself down her throat, in case the urge to do so came to him. Her head moved forward, her tongue curling and stroking the underside of his cock as he slid along the slightly rough surface of her soft tongue. A soft hum came from deep in her throat as he slid further and deeper, her lips closing around him. Each forward movement of her head, pushed him deeper until her tongue stroked the base and he laid embedded in her throat. She could feel the width of him stretching her jaw muscles as her mouth gently began to suck upon him where he rested. A moment perhaps two, before her head shifted along his shaft, withdrawing the heated cocoon she had enclosed him in clear to the head. There, her tongue lashed across the surface of his sensitive head with slow deliberation.

Well rounded manicured nails, neither too long or too short, raked lightly downward across his outer thighs, their touch becoming ever lighter as they brushed against his inner thighs, moving upward to drift across his laden dangling balls, tickling them with her touch. She drew in a couple of breaths before her head descended again, engulfing him in warm, wet heat that pulsed against his cock, pushing him to the roof of her mouth, where she held him, unrepentantly lashing him there with teasing tongue. With subtle movement of her head, she could feel his slanted one pressing against the back of her throat. Men really were aerodynamically created. It had always fascinated her how smooth, trim-lined their cocks were, made for the slide, the glide, of any orifice they chose to invade.

 

[rbijon]

I am an aerodynamically created pirate!
Let's sail off together

 

[LordUsagi]

It had always fascinated her how smooth, trim-lined their cocks were, made for the slide, the glide, of any orifice they chose to invade.

"Oh god," he groaned, stifling the urge to ravage her mouth.
The touch of her fingers on his scrotum, softly tickling his sac was almost too much to bare. That combined with the attentions of her tongue on the base of his shaft made his hands shift to her head and hold her there. He wanted to make sure he stayed encased in her warmth for as long as he could.

He looked down at her wondering if she was actually the one actually in control. It certainly felt like it, she had stifled his intention to throat fuck her, her hand grasped around his member had stemmed that. He could have ordered her to remove it, but that was not his style, she had chosen to hold him back and he was glad. This slow deliberate attention of her mouth was incredible and he was pleased by her actions.

"Perhaps you have earned a reward for your skills...maybe I won't violate you as much as I have threatened." It was a hoarse suggestion, tinged with all the arousal he felt.

Her hands were no longer restricting him and he grinned, "but I did promise to make you choke a bit."

He gripped her hair tightly as he slowly began to pump himself into her mouth. He was not a man who felt the need to be dominant, but somehow he needed this. He needed to feel that slight feeling of power as her had his way with her. Besides her skills and her eagerness showed she was no stranger to what was happening. He would just go with the flow for now and perhaps ease off if he could see she was in discomfort.

"Look at me darling," he said with a smirk as his hand guided her around him as deep as he could go. His pace slowly increasing.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

For the most part, she could control her gag responses. There were a few things that always managed to sneak up on her, however.

His fingers tightened in her hair as his hips began their slow assault against her lips. She could feel him hit the back of her throat each time he thrust forward. Her tongue slid over the slick surface of his ram hard length. Underside. Topside. It didn't matter.

"Look at me darling."

Her eyes glanced upward toward his face even as he slid back and forth between her lips. His tone held just a hint of that male smugness along with the edge of heated need. With deliberation, she slid the flat surface of her tongue across the head of his cock as his hips drew back, preparing to slide forward again into the heated, wet, greedy need of her mouth.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Sitting at my desk with my feet propped up on the surface and leaning back in my chair, my eyes on the TV in the room, a cup of coffee cradled in my hands, my mind wanders. I really should be pulling up my threads, my co-writers have been patient. In fact, it's my intent to get some done this morning before I have to go out.

A small smile crosses my lips as I sip some of the hot brew. I was delightfully stolen away last night from my best intentions by a sinfully wicked man. They say it's the quiet ones you have to watch out for. Mmmm. I'm beginning to believe it. My resolves want to bend, but not this time. My past mistakes roll to the fore of my mind each time I get that feeling. Not going to happen. Not again. Still. There isn't one regret nor do I feel badly for not getting to what I should have. My eyes glance toward the computer monitor and the files that are still open, but minimized. So much I want to do get done this weekend. Thank goodness for three day weekends. Maybe, just maybe, I can.

With a sigh, I swing my feet off the desk and pull up to it, opening the file for M13. Back to writing while I have the time to indulge.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

And this just made me shiver

 

[DarkWarrioress]

 

[DarkWarrioress]

She woke with images plaguing her mind. Images that just didn't want to be ignored. In the end, she rose, padded out to the kitchen for the much needed cup of coffee and settled back in her office to write this out so she could pass it on to him and see what he thought of it. Hopefully by then she could go get her nails done and get back here in time to work on some more of her posts and to answer PMs.

Today her charge was out of town for the day for a bowling tournament (thank god for for his bowling) and that gave her most of the day to do her own thing uninterrupted. It was seldom such times came along and she appreciated them when they did. She loved her charge dearly, but even she needed a brief respite now and then.

Images were crowding her head again. A sip of coffee and she went back to typing.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

What has been up these past few weeks? I feel like I've been caught up in some sort of crazy tornado. And... why is February the only month with 28 days (and every 4th year, {it is every 4th year, isn't it?} with 29?) How odd is that?

Friday. Another year notched onto my soul. Know what I hate about having a birthday the day after Valentine's? Practically every eating place in town is out of whatever I want for dinner that night. Valentine's Day depletes their supplies and they can't get a shipment in by the next day. It sucks. This year, I've chosen to stay home. I have my dinner menu already planned out, now is my family going to let me execute it, is another thing. So, I still may get drug out for dinner yet. One thing I know for sure, there won't be any birthday cake with candles. Screw. That. Cake, yes. Candles? No. Ooo, maybe a bottle of wine or some tequila. Heh. Tequila does naughty things to me. No matter what happens, it should be memorable.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

I wonder if I have time to do another post. I would ideally like to have both threads done before he gets home tonight but I think I will have to settle for the one since I have other things to do today. The damn treadmill is whispering my name. It makes me feel like a hamster when I get on it. Gah. I need to quit bitching and get on it. At least I have the time today.

Veroe, Scutt and dryfter, pending responses.

 

[LordUsagi]

With deliberation, she slid the flat surface of her tongue across the head of his cock as his hips drew back, preparing to slide forward again into the heated, wet, greedy need of her mouth.

"Hmmm...a little resistance there," he grinned. It did feel so good to have her tongue teasing his head like she was.

"Tsk...tsk, still the defiance."

He could only smile to himself, he enjoyed her defiance, it was what defined her and now it was what was arousing him. He definitely knew he would be able to recover quickly after his first ejaculation to enjoy her further, but he was contemplating whether that first time would be in her mouth or her womanhood.

He looked down at her and smiled, "I think you may need to be taught a lesson, perhaps a good spanking."

He felt his manhood twitch as he imagined her bent over and responding to his touch. He would never harm her but perhaps maybe push her further than she expected he would.

"What do you say?" he released her head.

"You can plead your case, you know what I plan for you."

he wiped a bit of spittle off the corner of her mouth with his thumb and pressed it to his own lips.

"Your master will listen with fair mindset."
He had to stop himself from chuckling at his comment. He was no more her master than he was her better at cards or with the sword. But it would make for an interesting response from her.

All the while his eager member rested in her warm mouth's embrace.