The Outlook

[Lady_of_Roses]

*Her mouth opened now she couldn't contain it as she panted, her breath movements shallow to keep from pulling away from him too much. SHe could feel the wet silk sliding over her engored rosebud of a nipple, feel the suckling of his mouth, the scrape of teeth and then he pulled away and she nearly collapsed against him like a puppet whoes strings had been cut. Quickly her training took over and she straightened her posture, sitting pretty like the Lady she was....if one didn't notice her hands clenched in her skirt.

She found that she was looking into his eyes and could see the heat and desire there, which only ratched her higher. Then he grinned and she wondered just what was in store for her before she felt the harness on her arm and she tensed, nearly ripping her skirt to keep from reaching over. Just when she thought she couldn't take it he kissed her and bit at her lower lip, making her groan, her hands shaking softly.

He asked the question of her and her face fell as she lowered her gaze in shame, feeling she had failed because she couldn't speak the name of the desires that fueled her now. His growl had he looking back up to him suddenly, afriad she'd done soemthing wrong, and yet prervesly her body responded, her womb clenching tightly at the sound.

As he stood she bit her lip, her turn marking herself with a dainty impression of her teeth as he offered his hand. Not knowing what to do she took it, her fingers stiff from clenching her skirt, she had to keep herself from screaming what burst inside her, that she wasn't a delicate flower to be cosseted. Instead her eyes flashed fire at him before she lowered them demurely, desperate to maintain her composure as she followed him inside*

 

[Noon_Shadow]

He could see warring impulses fighting over her-the urge to be ladylike and demure and proper, and something darker, and less easily recognized. He knew exactly what it was, though, an urge to succumb. To lust, to desire...to whatever it was. As she regained her composure enough to offer him her hand, he grasped it, squeezing down a bit rougher than necessary, as he pulled her inside. He escorted to her a spacious room he had reserved for this very purpose, a bit of planning ahead. After escorting her inside, he slammed the door roughly shut behind her, and then his body was against hers, pressing her back into it.

He grabbed at her wrists, to keep her from clutching desperately at her skirt, and he pinned them back against the door on either side of her head. "Now, you're going to have to break that demure little persona." He growled and then his leg pressed between her legs, his knee lifting to grind roughly against her center through her skirt, and his mouth was back on her chest.

"I know what you want...and so do you. But tonight...you're going to have to say it." He grinned at her wickedly, and then teasingly leaned down to flick his tongue against the wet outline of her poor, tortured nipple. "But don't feel rushed...we have plenty of time." He gave her a wicked, hungry look, as he wriggled tightly against her body, letting her feel the full lenth of his arousal now pressed against her stomach.

 

[Lady_of_Roses]

*Her brow furrowed as he took her hand in such a harsh manner but decided that she must have imagined it. Trailing behind him she followed into the house, to a room, her gaze still on the floor so she couldn't see what wasin the room. She felt him move to shut the door and she jumped as it slammed. Then she was falling backwards, impacting the door heavily as she was bodily checked into the door, a tender femminine whimper torn from her throat.

Her hands went to clench at her skirt but berfore they could they were grasped and pinned abover her head, they fisted nails digging into flesh. Suddenly her gentlemaly hopefully lover had turned into a near savage as he said she had to drop a demure persona. her eyes flashed at him again, as she was a true lady but in her heart she knew he wasn't questioning her title or rank, they had moved beyond that to something primal. and just as she could sense the dominant in him, so could he sense the submissive in her.

*As he growled she full body twitched, the muscles tensing and releasing before his knee forced its way between her thighs, pressing them against the sides of her skirt, nearly ripping it as his knee found its way to her heated core. Helpless she squirmed on it, found that she was rubing herself upon him and it stoked the fires within her even higher. She couldn't breathe as his mouth took her nipple once more and her head knocked back against the wall. At his words she bit her lip, hell bent that she wouldn't say anything, she'd already asked once....

Or so she'd thought as he pressed her tigher and she could feel her control slipping as he took her over, the rigid lenght of him pressing itself against her, she ached to have it fill her mouth, her pussy, anything. And yet she was still holding onto her demure self as she closed her eyes, letting the feelings swamp her*

 

[Noon_Shadow]

She was biting her lip, he noticed, to keep the words in. Shaking his head slightly, pulled his mouth away from her poor, teased and tormented nipple, and kept his hands pinned above her head. His eyes burrowed into hers, and he leaned down, once more, running his mouth against her jaw, and then up against her ear, his teeth sinking down into her earlobe. He pulled back, licked his lips, and studied her as he pressed his knee into her.

He held here there like that, pinned in place, with his knee pressed right against her center. He swallowed heavily as he looked at her, feeling her eyes on his face, shifting, pleading, as she was unable to move much except to rock her hips against him. Just as he wanted. He knew she was trying to control herself, but still her hips shook slightly against him. With a smug, superior grin, he pulled her into his body forcefully, kissing her, pulling on her hair, grabbing at her ass, even giving it a swat, spanking her.

"We'll break you out of that habit yet, my lady." His grin was feral, showing his teeth. He backed up, slowly, toward the bed, and then reached down. His fingers were undoing the buttons on his shirt. Slowly. He licked his lips, looking at her, as he unbuttoned it, revealing his chest slowly. He stopped halfway, as if asking her a question with his eyes.

Seeing the answer he wanted, he continued, removing it, and then he let it drop down off of his arms onto the floor. He then kicked off his shoes and socks, easily. Then he reached down for his belt, pulling it out of the loops as he unfastened it, and this...he carefully placed on a chair next to the bed. Just in case he needed it later. Then his hands were on his pants. Unzipping, unbuttoning. they were slowly dropping...and he was clad in only his boxer shorts, a thin cloth barrier, through which his arousal was easily visible, hard and ready. He gave her a quick glare, his eyes making his next single word a command.

"Undress." It was time for the push, to see if she would follow.

 

[Lady_of_Roses]

*Feeling helpless just as she needed to she writhed upon his knee, hands tugging softly at his grip. She felt the heat of his gaze boring into her as he suckled her nipple. Then he pulled back and she arched upwards, her body rejecting the loss of his warmth. She felt the caress of his lips once more and her hips thrust down onto his knee as his teeth bit her earlobe, a damp spot begining to grow on the silk between her legs. She watched with lowered eyes as he pulled back and licked his lips, she was starting to feel decidedly like dinner.

He assualted her once more nad she squirmed for hiim, soft mewling noises meeting the kissing and groping swats, her ass pressing back against his hand lips sunk deeply into her lip just shy of drawing blood as he pulled away.

At his words she shot him a glare before closing her eyes to veil the look, lashes sweeping downwards like a dark fan to hide her gaze. She made quite the sight, her skirt all rumpled, a dark spot just before her crotch, wisps of hair breaking free of the elegant hair style. He pulled back and she almost reached out to him, covering the move by just dropping her hands the clench at etiher side of her skirt. She heard him step farther back and chanced a glance at him, what she saw bringing her wide eyes up. He was stripping. She pleaded silently for him to continue her small form trembling as she watched. Her eyes went dark and hungry as he carefully set aside his belt, gaze following his every movement as his pants dropped, she licked her suddenly dry lips at being so close to seein the object of her desire, her gaze glued to the skin he'd revealed and the tent in his boxers.

At the command in the word "Undress" her hands moved of their own accord to the tops of her sleeves. Surprise registered on her face as she paused lashes sweeping down. Taking a deep breath she pulled each sleave down with the opposite hand, freeing her arms and letting the dress fall to her waist. She wore no bra beneath it, her nipples hard, erect and deep mauve next to her pale skin. Bending forward her breasts dipped and swayed with her fullness, a lovely ripe handful of a c-cup, she grasped the skirt and shimmied it off her hips, her pussy shaven bare as the skirt slid from her hips to pool at her feet, gaze fixexd firmly on the floor, a flush coating her entire body.*

 

[Noon_Shadow]

He watched her sternly as he waited, seeing her hesitate. He tilted his head slightly, and then she resumed, dropping the dress to her waist-he was unsurprised to see no bra, having already gotten very close to those pebble hard nipples already. He continued studying her, calmly, almost coldly, as he waited for her to shimmy the dress off of her hips. More to his surprise, he noticed that she wore, in fact, no undergarment at all beneath her dress. how...provocative of her.

Her eyes were fixed directly at the floor as he examined her. Well, a very good first step. She was obedient. Now he just needed to push her past that silence. He licked his lips and stepped closer, slowly. Closer. One step at a time, letting her head his footsteps even while here eyes were averted. He then cupped her chin, lifting her face to look up at him as he reached her. His hands then were in her hair, removing her combs, releasing her hair to fall full and shimmery down past her waist. He set the combs aside, grinning at her...and then he pushed her roughly toward the bed.

"Before this night is over, you WILL tell me what you want. Exactly. What. You. Want." He laughed wickedly as he came up behind her, and she was bent over the edge of the bed, his hand grasping at her wrists, pinning them behind her back. He leaned down over her, his foot kicking her legs, spreading them out just beyond shoulder width, as he whispered into her ear, "And I suspect you WANT me to force this confession out of you." His teeth clamped down on her ear as his free hand slapped her ass, and then trailed down between her thighs.

 

[Lady_of_Roses]

*she could feel his gaze on her, knew he was studying her curvy hourglass form as he strode purpousfully closer to her. She resisted the urge to look up at him watching as his feet came into her field of view. She felt a firm but gentle hand on her chin, coercing her to look upwards, she didn't hesitate, her body pliant as her head raised and her eyes met his, with a fierce hunger burning bright in her eyes. She felt his hands pull out the combs, shivered at the silky brush of her fall of hair a gentle smile forming on her face before the tendeness was gone.

Stumbling forward as her feet got caught up in her silk skirts her heels making her teeter as she fell against the edge of the bed, hands outstretched. Just as she caught her balance and stood partway up her hands were pulled from beneath her, held beind her back as he spoke.

His laughter sent chills through her body as she felt his hands claim her, his words making her wetter along with the rough treatment. She moaned as he slapped her as, pressing backwards against him, asking for more with body language. At last she knew for certain that this man could give her what she needed, and she began to give herself to him*

 

[Noon_Shadow]

He knew her body was hungry. He could see it in her eyes, her body language, the way she responded to his touch. He could smell it clearly, the scent of her desire wafting through the room. He knew she could feel the outline of his cock through his shorts pressed against the cleave of her ass. He could feel her body wiggling responsively for him. Unfortunately, this was not going to be enough. He nibbled on her ear, whispering, his tongue flicking against her ear.

"That's not good enough. I'm going to do whatever it takes to make you cry out, to scream, even if you have to feel shame, asking for what you need. Begging for it." With that, he pressed her head into the mattress, burying it for a second, and keeping her hands pinned behind her. He could sense what she needed. To have her inhibitions shed by being handled, by being pushed, by being given what she needed. With a cruel grin, he grabbed at her long, shimmering hair, covering her like a curtain. He was now going to get it out of the way, killing two birds with one stone.

Running his fingers through it, he then divided it, curling it, twisting it until he had two distinct strands. And then her pulled her hands, pinned against her back, and began wrapping her own hair around them, winding it through, and then securing it with a tight knot. He then wove his second strand around her elbows, back up to her wrists, and he tied that off as well. Now she was only wrestling with her own hair if she tried to free herself. He assessed his work and nodded, then clapped down hard against her ass with his bare hard.

"There you go...we're making progress now. Now hold still." Teasingly, he stepped away for a second, and then peeled off his shorts, revealing his cock...if only she could see. Then he slipped behind her again, hands on her hips...and let her feel just the barest hint, the slightest taste, of his hard cock brushing across the backs of her thighs.

 

[DarkDreamer00]

~The Dreamer had wondered her way down to a beach. The light, crisp wind had her keeping her hood up and her hands shoved in her pockets. She walked for a little while, her black booted feet walking along the thin line where the ocean meets the land. She loved the sea. There was only one place that she found more peace than next to the crashing waves of the ocean.

Coming upon a large rock, she climbed on top and sat for a little while, watching the waves beat against the sand. The day was cloudy, teasing a person with thoughts of rain. But that didn't take away from the beauty before her. She drew in a deep breath and let it out slowly, tasting the salt in the air.

Looking up to her right, she saw a building. Curious, she jumped off the rock, landing with a smooth, athletic grace. She made her way up to the Outlook and climbed up onto the porch that looked out over the sea. She dusted her slightly baggy jeans off, freeing them from the sand. She cautiously looked around, her ears twitching slightly as she listened for...anything... -

 

[Lady_of_Roses]

He knew her body was hungry. He could see it in her eyes, her body language, the way she responded to his touch. He could smell it clearly, the scent of her desire wafting through the room. He knew she could feel the outline of his cock through his shorts pressed against the cleave of her ass. He could feel her body wiggling responsively for him. Unfortunately, this was not going to be enough. He nibbled on her ear, whispering, his tongue flicking against her ear.

"That's not good enough. I'm going to do whatever it takes to make you cry out, to scream, even if you have to feel shame, asking for what you need. Begging for it." With that, he pressed her head into the mattress, burying it for a second, and keeping her hands pinned behind her. He could sense what she needed. To have her inhibitions shed by being handled, by being pushed, by being given what she needed. With a cruel grin, he grabbed at her long, shimmering hair, covering her like a curtain. He was now going to get it out of the way, killing two birds with one stone.

Running his fingers through it, he then divided it, curling it, twisting it until he had two distinct strands. And then her pulled her hands, pinned against her back, and began wrapping her own hair around them, winding it through, and then securing it with a tight knot. He then wove his second strand around her elbows, back up to her wrists, and he tied that off as well. Now she was only wrestling with her own hair if she tried to free herself. He assessed his work and nodded, then clapped down hard against her ass with his bare hard.

"There you go...we're making progress now. Now hold still." Teasingly, he stepped away for a second, and then peeled off his shorts, revealing his cock...if only she could see. Then he slipped behind her again, hands on her hips...and let her feel just the barest hint, the slightest taste, of his hard cock brushing across the backs of her thighs.

*She felt how he leaned over her, his larger frame enveloping her smaller one. She could feel the hardness of his member pressed against her and her traitorous body wiggled itself backwards to press it more firmly into her. She felt the heat of his bare chest hovering above her back, she yearned for the touch of skin to skin. As he nibbled her ear she twitched and bit her lip to keep from saying anything,it begining to sink in that she was the one denying herself the pleasure not him. But she wasn't ready to give up, not yet. His words only served to arouse her further, the dark words whispered against the delicate shell of her ear as a lovers caress.

Without warning she found herself pressed face first into the bed. Instinctually she fought for a moment before she forced herself to go pliant, just before he let her up. Gasping in breath she panted as she felt his fingers dance through her hair. She thought he might be braiding it and so she relaxed her form, surprised that he knew how to braid. She made soft little noises, of enjoyment or frustration one couldn't tell as he toyed with her hair. Then she felt the first strand of it go tight about her hands and wrists and she cried out softly, wordlessly, her mind jumping to rationalize what he was doing.

Before she knew it she was bound in her hair, and she struggled for a moment, pulling it taut to find she couldn't slip out easily, her arms bound surprisingly firmly behind her. She felt the heat of his body retreat to be replaced by the crack of his hand on bare flesh. Her body came up off the bed as she bowed backwards at the force of the blow, moaning loudly as a lovely red handprint began to take form on her ass.

Reacting on instinct she stilled her struggles and went tense but still at his words. Her mind was racing like a wild thing, wondering what was going to come next as he stepped away. She fought with her body to keep it as still adn soft as she could, knowing that if she tensed it would be worse for her should he chose to land any more blows.

Her breath sounded loud in her ears and she tried to still it to hear what he was doing, but all she could hear were quiet footsteps, and then the heat of his body was back, but without the barrier! She could clearly feel the tip of his cock brushing the backs of her thighs, grazing her skin leaving the tingling feeling of heat in its wake, and she groaned, the only word she could really say, and still she knew it wouldn't be enough*

Oh please!

 

[Noon_Shadow]

He was bent over behind her, his body pressing against hers from behind, and running a hand over her side. His breath was still hot against her neck as he had her pressed down, and he slapped her ass again, noticing the way she wiggling. His lips were at her neck, kissing, and he bit down harshly on her ear.

"Oh please!" she cried, but that wasn't enough. She knew it was not enough. His hand came down on her ass, hard, a third time, and then he dipped his fingers in between her legs. His fingers were sliding across her most intimate parts, testing and teasing against her entrance. He poked at her sex as his tongue trailed against her neck, and he felt the gather wetness from her arousal, evidence enough to convince him to continue his current course. With a wicked laugh, he grabbed a handful of her hair, pulling her backward, pulling her back to press against his chest. The tip of his cock was now pressed right against the top of her ass, and his hand wrapped around her chest to grope. He squeezed a breast roughly in his hand.

"Please what? Hmmm? Please what? Please stop?" He chuckled at that before he pinched her nipple roughly in his fingers. He twisted it slightly, feeling her writhe for a second, before he released it, and then his fingers set to lightly massage the roughly treated area, massaging out the sting. He pulled on her hair again, swallowing, and then, getting no answer, he shoved her forward onto the mattress roughly, watching her as she tumbled into a pile..

 

[Lady_of_Roses]

*With each succesive smack to her ass she arched back to him, pressing back, silently begging for more. The third one, landing on a particularly sensitized area from the previous slaps wrung another cry from her lips. Reeling from the shock of that she jumped when she felt his fingers exploring her bare sex, she fought the knee jerk reaction to pull away and let her body thrust itself back towards his seeking fingers. She was quite clearly ready for him, should he chose to slide inside her he would find her slick and hot. The combination of his mouth and hands was lethal, she wanted to beg for him to take her and pleasure her, but she knew she couldn't do that yet.

Going to hang her head as the shame washed over her she was snapped up backwards as he laughed, her smaller form easily lifting from the bed as she screamed, the sound turning into a whimper as she at last felt skin on skin, his hand cupping her breast, even the pain was pleasureable as she squirmed her ass against his errection.

At his harsh words pretty little tears began to gather in her eyes, a single one slipping free with her whimper at his rough treatment of her breast. Her body soaked up the pain and responded, hips rolling back softly against the cradle of his, gently massaging his erection just as he massaged the sting pain from her tit.

Knowing she couldn't speak up yet she hung her head once more in shame, before getting thrust falling onto the bed. She made no effort to get up, just laid as she had fallen breathing heavily*

 

[Noon_Shadow]

He grinned wickedly down at her as she rolled down in a pile, legs curled up on the bed, her head down. She had screamed and whimpered for him already, but she was not yet asking for she wanted, not yet begging. And she knew well enough now that it was what it would take. If she was clinging to pride, if she was clinging to maintaining an air of personal mystique, she would be forced to give it away, to shed all of it, before she could get what she wanted. And that was the point. He stepped closer, looming over her body splayed out on the large, king-sized bed.

"Hmm, acting stubborn yet, my lady?" He spoke the title this time disdainfully, almost demeaningly, as he glanced down at her smooth, silken body. His hands then grabbed at her waist, and he pulled her up to her knees, almost head high on him as he looked down at her. He tilted her head up and then looked into her eyes. They were pleading, unshed tears glistening in them. His own eyes were hungry and dominating and condescending as he glanced down at her.

"I hope you're not too stubborn, else I might need to have you gagged...and then you wouldn't be able to speak, and I will choose when your torment ends, rather than you."

He let her head drop once again, as she continued to revel in her shame, and he slipped around behind on the mattress. There was a very purposeful reason he had chosen this room-he had made his own preparations here. Having her positioned properly, he acted quickly. A pair of straps were pulled out, tying her ankles into place, securing her to the mattress. Before she could even figure out what had happened, he pushed her head down, over the footboard, where a third strap was wrapped around her neck, almost like a collar. If that weren't enough, a quick loop knotted around her wrists, and they were being ratcheted up toward the ceiling via a pulley. She was shamefully displayed thus, with her head down, hips up, and her head tilted back, being pulled by her hair in much the same way her wrists were.

"I hope, my lady, that you are good." He leaned down to begin tracing his mouth against the backs of her thighs.

 

[Lady_of_Roses]

*At his words she winced, the use of her title feeling like a punch to the stomach. Before she could curl tighter into a ball rough hands were on her waist pulling her up as though she was aught more than a rag doll. She helped him as she gathered her knees under herself to balance. For a moment she allowed herself the pleasure of nuzzling into the hand that lifted her head before she looked up at him, eyes reflecting a storm of emotions. The look in his eyes had her womb clenching hotly once more, she squirmed softly, longing for so much she could barely think as the fog of lust and submission soaked her brain.

As he moved away she whimpered lightly, a mere whisper of sound. She waited still and proper, or as proper as one could be tied up nude in her own hair. She heard noises going on about her but she was locked in a battle of wills within herself. It would feel so good to let herself give in, to submit, to give over- but could she trust again? might it not be too soon? and she barely knew this man, yet here she was.

It wasn't untill she felt something slip around her ankles and fasten that she took notice, and she shifted to look. Before she could see anything she found herself pushed over, and she tried to struggle softly as something was fitted about her neck. She foreced herself to take a deep breath and trust in this man, the first stage of letting herself go. SHe stayed still and meek as something was wrapped abotu her wrists and pulled upwards. This was new to her and she began to cry softly, not sure just how far this was going to go. She could feel the cool air of the room caressing her most intimate places, her body bent akwardly so she couldn't mvoe much in any direction- she waited holding her breath to see what he would say or do next.

She jumped, as much as the restraints would let her, at the first brush of heated breath to the backs of her thighs. She couldn't belive he was going to do this to her. He'd unknowingly found some of her best weeknesses and he would have her begging to be fucked in no time at this rate. She let the tears flow down her cheeks as she gave another part of herself over to him*

 

[Noon_Shadow]

He grinned at the trap she was in at the moment. And how delicious she looked in it. Her breathing was fast, he could tell that much, heaving. His mouth was on her skin, on her thighs, licking and nibbling at the backs of them. He lifted his head up so his breath washed against her pussy, shaven bare, wickeldy enough. His eyes could even see the beginning of a trickle of moisture working its way down her thigh. His tongue traced up to her inner thigh, flicking out to gather it up, but leaving her pussy alone and begging silently for attention for the moment.

His hands reached up against her waist, fingers sliding over her. He spread the cheeks of her ass, tugging at them, massaging them, and then his bare hand came down, almost directly across the bud of her asshole, the slapping sound ringing out in the room. He let her hear his growl. It was hungry, it was dangerous, and it was slightly miffed. She was not begging yet, and it was growing close to a dangerous point for her, where she might never get any relief.

Leaning lower, between her thighs, he began to let his teeth drag against her skin...teasingly. It was gentle, but threatening, and she knew what was coming before she felt his teeth sink into her thigh, biting. Just as he had left a mark on her neck, so he did on her thigh as well, growling as he pulled at the soft, smooth skin. As he turned his head, his nosed brushed right across her center, her pussy gleaming wetly. He licked his hips hungrily, and his hands dragged down her sides, running up toward her chest. He was caressing toward her breasts, before he grabbed them roughly, and then, his tongue flicked, ever so teasingly, against her sex, tasting her juices.

"Mmmm...you're delicious."

 

[Lady_of_Roses]

*shuddering and squirming she mewled softly as he tormented her the soft licks and nibbles driving her wild. She could feel her resolve to not say anything weakeneing. She felt his head shift, the brush of hair on her thigh and she trembled hard, feeling his breath bathe her heat. In the position that she was in her lips were spread slightly, her clit exposed and able to feel that brush of air, sending little shocking tremors through her body.

She winced and tried to squirm away as he began to play with her ass, this was an area she was rather shy off.....and then his hand landed and she scremed, the noise echoing through the room as she thrust herself forward and away, pulling at the restraints, wrenching her head back making her moan, her eyes starting to glaze over with sheer need as he growled, that sound communicating so much to her.

She felt the impending danger as his teeth scraped adn she took a deep long inhale, her body clenching tight at the press of pain trembling beneath his bite, feeling teeth sink deep, knowning that he'd left a bruise there as he growled and tugged.

She felt his hands run down her sides, could feel herself tremble against him, her pulse beating wetly inside her pussy as too wept for releif. Her body was suddering with quiet sobs as his hands found her breasts, the pain mingling into pleasure, and then, his nose brushed her and she about jumped out of her skin.

At long last his tongue tasted her spicy sweet muskyness, a flavor that both men and women alike enjoyed, hell she enjoyed the taste of herself as well, not that she'd ever admit it. And it was that teasing lick that sent her over the edge*

Oh God please Sir let me cum! Take me, Fuck me, Use me, Pleasure yourself. FUCK i NEED! *once the barrier was broken it came out in a torrent as she screamed her needs to the ceiling*

 

[Noon_Shadow]

His tongue stroked, teasingly, wickedly against her slit as he sampled her flavor. He drew it, savoring it, nodding. He grinned as he saw her writhing about with need, now, lashing as best she could in her limited circumstances, and crying out with desperation. Ah, very good. The floodgates had opened, and it was all spilling out. He was proud of her, in a way, with this sort of surrender-and it was surrending to herself, more than it was to him. Moreover, she had made him earn it. And now...now he was going to make HER earn it. His grin was absolutely devilish.

"Hmmm. I'll...consider it. My lady."

His tongue teased at her again, right across her center, uncaring of her wriggling and squirming. His fingertips closed on her nipples, one in each hand, tugging, twisting, and pulling them as he teased against her pussy. Hairless, and clean, hers was an easy pussy to lick at, and it was parted, open, begging for his attention, which was he was too eager to give. His tongue stroked more intensely, and he closed his mouth over her, as he found the nub of her clit. His lips brushed it, and then his tongue, and he began to stroke at her clitoral shaft. Her hips writhed against his face as she contorted herself. He pulled away, giving her another moment to plead some more, before he leaned in again.

She was so responsive to his mouth that he decided on a new plan. Laughing, he continued to molest her poor breasts, squeezing roughly, before he pressed his mouth against her pussy in earnest. His tongue was inside of her, suddenly, and he was tasting her juices. He sucked and lapped at them, withing his tongue around deviously, then flicking it across her clit. There was another pause after this burst of stimulation, and then he was on her again. His lips closed around her clitoris, merciless, sucking, He was pushing, easing her up to the precipice, and then he backed off again. One again he paused, letting her squirm for a few moments.

Taking one more breath, his mouth slid her, pushing her even more this time. He felt the way her hips rocked against his face, the way she wanted to be tasted, to be eaten. He nibbled, he licked, he sucked...and his tongue on her clit was merciless, until, finally, he felt her reach the brink of her pleasure, that dangerous precipice. He gave her then, just the tiniest of nudges, the smallest amount of relief, and his mouth was gone, mid orgasm, cutting her off prematurely. He'd given just the tiniest little respite, a small orgasm, almost more teasing than it was satisfying. He laughed again.

"I hope you enjoyed that...." he spoke, deviously.

 

[Lady_of_Roses]

She'd fervently hoped that once she begged as he'd told her to that he would end her torment. Yet once she'd screamed her plea he just went about his merry way licking her pussy and tasting her most intimate flavor. She writhed and twisted against her bonds, pulling at the cuffs and collar like aperatusus trying to get to where she could see him but the foot board and her own body blocked her view. She felt him pull away and heared him draw breath to speak and she stilled to listen.


"Hmmm. I'll...consider it. My lady."

She wanted to scream,...and saw no reason not to so she cried out her frustration once more to the ceiling, the curse words falling from her pretty little mouth so out of character for her. " GOD DAMN IT ALL"

Her words were cut off in a cry of pleasure as his tongue immediately found her hot moist center and began to give her a through tongue lashing. Feeling his hands close on her nipples she pressed herself down into his hands, needing more as she felt the pressure rising with in her.

His tongue was heaven sent, tasting, twirling, licking and savoring driving her ever higher and higher. Tears of frustration, scalding hot began to trail down her lovely reddened cheeks as she bit her lip again, this time to try and keep from climaxing as he tormented her. She couldn't keep still as he at last thrust his tongue inside her pussy, thrusting deep. She felt his lips seek out her clit and she tried to simultaneously squirm away and yet closer to him. She felt his lips seal over her as he began to work her, ratchetign her up even higher- when suddenly he pulled away

"Oh god no, please no, more please, I need more please!" She begged

She felt his mouth return and she whimpered her thanks as his skillful mouth had its way with her pussy. Each time he pulled away she found herself thrusting backwards, seekign his mouth, begging more for him to end her torment. And then he came back with a vengance, she knew he was gonna push her over the edge this time and she found herself being nudged over the edge before she could comprehend what was happening.

Her entire body tightened with the spasms that rocked her core, pleasure spiralling out from that one little nub of pleasure. Just as she gave herself over to the pleasure, opened her mouth to cry out for him- his mouth was gone, the stiumlation was gone, barely getting to come, her body so sensitive she felt anythign would make her explode, and yet the pleasure was draining from her as he waited.

"Ooooooh, please more, let me please you, I'll do anything just help me, take me fuck me use me, Please Sir, I promise to be a good little submissive."

 

[Noon_Shadow]

She clearly was not used to this level of teasing. He smirked wickedly, enjoying it. She had rocked against his mouth, against his face, willingly giving in to everything that he was offering her, her poor body straining. She didn't even seem deterred by her embarrassing position any more, nor her inability to move very far. His laughter mixed in with her moans and groans. And that was what made it all the more cruel when his mouth left her that final time.

"Ooooooh, please more, let me please you, I'll do anything just help me, take me fuck me use me, Please Sir, I promise to be a good little submissive."

He grinned at that, nodding to himself. His hands moved on her sides, tracing down to the curves of her hips, and then along the sides of her breasts, reaching down to squeeze them, and then his fingers found her nipples again. He pinched them each, roughly. His hand then slid down the center of her body, across her stomach. Fingers splayed out widely against her poor soft, silken figure, teasing down. Past her navel, over her abdominal muscles.

And then his hand was perched, practically over her begging entrance, with moisture almost flowing out of it now. "I know," he said simply. And then two fingers pressed right into her hole, sliding in easily, feeling her pussy clamping down on them hungrily. He left them in for a moment, feeling her juices soak in, and then dragged them out, torturously, dragging his fingertips against her walls.

"Your promise means nothing...since you already ARE a good little submissive, aren't you? And your pleading means even less, since I'm going to take you, fuck you, and use you regardless." He slide his fingers out, and then strolled off the bed, around in front of her, to let her look at him. Her head was about eye level on his cock, and he saw her whine, with mixed feelings of shame and lust warring in her eyes. He cupped her chin with one hand, and then his fingers, the two that been inside of her, dragged against her lips, smearing her juices along them, and then he curled his fingertips into her mouth for her to suck on.

"Delicious, aren't you?" He nodded at her, curling his fingers in the rope he'd made of her hair, and giving it a tug.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Wolf comes wandering. It had been entirely too long since she had been to the sea. Too long since she had sat and watched the waves crash upon the beach. Too long since she had allowed her body the pleasure of being engulfed, surrounded, deluged...by water.

With a happy sigh, she moved toward the water's edge and sank down into lotus. Today was her baby sister's death date. January 5th, 1987. Long and long ago. The wolf gave a little sigh and allowed her palms to rest in the cool sand.

Cold water splashed her bared toes.

She relaxed. Thought. Eventually, the tears came. Not copious. Only steady. Pure. Stupid leukemia. Stupid cancer.

The anger didn't come. It had been too long ago for that. Only the gentle waves of sadness that swallowed her and receded, like the tide.

One small finger traced words in the sand.

Gone but never for
gotten, baby sister, my
heart. Rest deeply, love.​

She rose then...and retreated...and eventually...the tide took her words, away.

 

[Britwitch]

Bare feet bring the witch to the shore, enjoying the roar and crash of the waves.
The incessant tug of the wind at her hair and her dress, causing the light, gauzy fabric to dance around her knees.
Smiling she climbs the stairway to the lookout and leans on the rail, blue eyes looking out over blue ocean.
It's quiet, there doesn't seem to be anyone around, which is a shame...but she'll enjoy the view alone if she must.

 

[Ausus_girl13]

The ocean is calming, I like it here. I don't know why I've been gone so long, but my heart has truly longed to write. Hopefully to write well.

But that ocean, crashing along the beach? Beautiful. The glass of wine in my hand, divine.

 

[fr33ks33k]

*...And just like that, there they are strolling along the shore. It has been ages since he's been here, but the ocean's call is familiar. The tide is just barely reaching their feet as they walk. A light breeze blows through, but nothing too strong. He realizes he's still got her hand, letting it go but only so he can wrap an arm around her waist.*

So, I trust your holidays went swimmingly? How's the new year treating you so far?

 

[Britwitch]

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[Britwitch]

The feeling of sand between ones toes is like nothing else.
Hand in hand with a friend, the witch comes walking along the shore. Playful sea breeze teasing the hem of her dress, causing it to flare up around her knees, sometimes higher. Moing closer as his arm loops easily around her.

"The New Year has been busy but in the best of ways so I can't complain. And for you...?"

Breathing in deeply, she smiles up at her companion.

"Mmm, makes you feel wonderful, doesn't it?"