The Room of Mirrors (Invitation Only)

[DarkWarrioress]

His words resounded through her being. Her other hand freed itself from his other thigh, having left identical crescent shapes in the skin back there. It moved to rake over the rounded mound of his ass.

His pace switched, became more savage, hard driving as he sought his release. She would be surprised if the back of her throat wasn't slightly bruised come morning. But that was morning, here and now, she wanted him with a desperation. It became more of him driving into her rather than her mouth moving on him. It simply didn't matter. Even in this way, they moved as one. Connected.

She was his, without a doubt. He had found ways to mark her before and tonight was no different. His mark would wash the walls of her mouth, coat her throat and seep into her belly. She could feel the sweet ache of her jaw muscles as he continued to drill into her. Soft muted sounds floated up from her throat, finding voice in the air between them.

It was then, she lifted her eyes, her mouth full of him, her cheeks bulging from his girth, to look up into his face. Green sought green. Held. The fire in his seared her to the core. Branding her as his in yet another way.

 

[Firmhanded_Daddy]

The fingers digging in to the thick muscled curve of his ass sharpened his senses. The feel of her nails on his skin only assured that every nerve ending possible awoke all at once. It was a viscous cycle.

Their eyes met and more than just a look passed between them. The gaze was passionate, intense, and binding. He had indeed marked her in the past, and did now with that look, but her marks were no less prominent. The look was a conduit to connect one soul to another. For a heartbeat everything faded away, even the wild lusty need she had drawn out of him and he gave her a gentle, heartfelt smile.

The carnal needs would not be long suppressed however. An instant later need came back with a vengeance. Still held by her eyes, he gazed in to them as he fell into madness.

Velvety steel pulsed wildly as the hot rush of his seed began to burst from the confines and fill her mouth. His hands locked into her fiery locks latching on as if they were his life line to sanity, to reality, to life. Every muscle contracted at once and slowly one by one started to release. He tried to speak, tried to offer her praise for what she was giving him. Words were obliterated by a feral, low growl that was almost intense enough to rattle those suspended mirrors.

Besides she was already being given the best praise he could ever give her. Him.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Her eyes felt that smile. The one reserved just for her. His girl. The world around them had faded, slowed for just that moment when he held her captivated with a smile, a look. It didn't last. He was human and male. Masculine need reared its head again in just a flash. Hot. Demanding her surrender without words. It gave her just the split second she needed to ready herself.

His sac drew up close to his body. She palmed him. The rod of velvet steel encased in his personal sheath felt the ripple before the splash. Then he was flooding her mouth with heat. Salty, tangy, liquid heat. She swallowed. And swallowed. Each time she did, the action pressed him against the roof of her mouth. She was drowning in his scent and taste. Her mouth pulled on him, urging him to give up everything he had.

Only when his hips slowed as they bucked against her mouth, did she ease up. There was such thing as too much stimulation. Instead, her tongue delicately stroked him. Her hand released his scrotum, pulling away slowly and finding purchase on his other ass cheek. Both hands gently raked across his posterior, then kneaded. Her lips moved upon him again, stroking, seeking to ease his return with gentleness and adoration.

 

[Firmhanded_Daddy]

He was seeing sparks. Little lights swam before his eyes as the pure lack of oxygen took a toll. His body was so ravaged by the released that breathing had just not been enough. His sac drained its contents and despite it his length continued to pulse. Every time she swallowed him pleasure rippled over that hard length.

Even as his body was screaming for mercy she did not let him go. Things changed in a flash. Instead of frantic growling he released that happy rumble she was so familiar with. Instead of locking his fingers in her hair he used his hands to stroke her face with the utmost tender touch.

His body was fighting a war. Pull away from her delicate tongue lashing, or continue to let her do as she pleased. She had earned it, and to be honest as intense as it was, it was also pure bliss. His eyes glittered with affection as he continued to stroke her face as if she were a happy kitten.

After another moment his gaze changed. Contentment changed to wicked intent. Starting to soften he gently eased back, using just enough force in his touch to show her it was time to let him go. His voice was still hoarse from that soul shattering orgasm.

"I'm not done with you yet love. Come... on your feet"

Both hands drifted down, waiting for her hands to take his.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Not done? But what... she reluctantly released him, dragging her tongue across him one last time. Her tongue flickered across her lips before she put her hands in his, curling her fingers around his and using his strength to help her stand.

Her breathing was slowly coming back to normal. Gazing up at him with curious eyes.

"What...."

She stopped. Swallowed and tried again to make sense.

"What do you have in mind now?"

Her voice had a raspy sound to it. Knowing him as she did, there was no telling what was in his mind. But what she did know was that whatever he had in store for her, was going to make her shatter into a million of pieces before he gathered her back up again.

 

[Firmhanded_Daddy]

The parting lick to him, then her lips was almost enough to shatter his thought process. If he had not been so focused it would have done just that. She did illicit a shiver from his form however. As she asked her question and stood he simply smiled at her. Something wicked this way comes.

He pressed his body in to hers gently. He continued to do so, pressing her back against the nearest hard surface which happened to be a mirror.

The glass surface was almost ice cold, and most certainly a shock to her system but there was no where to go. His hands locked on to her hips before she could squirm away.

Eyes locking to hers, green to green. He let her see the desire, the wickedness in his eyes as one hand slid around her hip to rake fingertips over her supple inner thigh. His thumb gently nudged against her tender, slick folds. Then his hand slid closer his fingers slowly piercing her one deep within, then easing in the second.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

She had been looking at his face. In his eyes to be exact. His lips smiled, but those eyes. Those green eyes of his said something more. Wicked thoughts. Wicked ideas. His body pressed against hers and instinctively her own conformed to his. She was so lost in his gaze that she didn't realize he had maneuvered her against a mirror.

The slick cold surface bit into her back, making her gasp. Her eyes remained glued to his. He still desired her even though he had just slaked his need in her mouth. She was distracted by the movement of his hand, over her hip and finding its way to her inner thigh. Her legs parted slightly on instinct as his slipped between her legs, his thumb nudging her folds. His finger slid into her opening, going deeply, making her gasp softly. Her eyes let him see her surprise, then shock as a second finger joined the first in her heat.

His journey was easy. She was wet. Slick. Wanting. The muscles buried within clutched around his two fingers, tugging them, urging them to delve deeper. A silent siren's song.

 

[Firmhanded_Daddy]

He needed no urging. It was not something he was willing to debate. He was going to take her and she was going to sit back and enjoy the ride. His fingers delved deeper even as she wrapped around him and begged silently for more.

The look in her eyes only excited him. Their bodies melded together she could feel him pulse, and swell just a little. It was unlikely to culminate into more, but his desire for her was still obvious.

His fingers began to work her, hungrily, roughly. Pumping deep into her slick, needy core. Meanwhile his thumb began to nestle in, teasing against the swollen, needy little bundle of nerves at the apex of her thighs.

In contrast to the coolness of the glass his body was a veritable inferno. He was radiating heat like the sun in the sky.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Her head dipped back, against the hard unforgiven surface of the mirror as his thumb found the small orb of her pleasure, teasing it into a tight small mass of pulsing need. His fingers, in the meantime, plunged into her wetness, making her mew in delight. Her hips drew away from the glass, pressing against his hand. The hand he had freed so he could torment her body, slid up his arm, gripping his forearm. Her other hand, the one still entwined with his, curled and tightened.

Cold at her back, heat at her front and between their bodies, she felt him pulse. That's all it took, that small little pulse to make her emit a small incoherent sound from her throat.

"god, yes... finger fuck me, Daddy.... more... please...."

It took effort to speak. But her need was growing. She also knew how much it pleased him to listen to her. She gazed up at him through half closed lids. Lids heavy with growing desire.

 

[Firmhanded_Daddy]

The sound of her pleasure was beautiful, wonderful.. but it was her words that really drew out the beast again. This time it craved one thing, to please his gorgeous little girl.

He pulsed again against her inner thigh as her words sent a ripple of hunger racing through his body. His fingers plunged into her tight little body with renewed hunger, thumb rubbing her clit furiously.

The free hand that was left to roam drew up her stomach, softly over her breasts, taking the time to pinch her nipple. However the final destination was when his fingertips delicately curled around her throat. His eyes locked with hers as his fingers squeezed just enough to feel her pulse threading under his hand. He was hungry, he craved, he wanted.

"That's my girl. My pretty little fuck doll. I want you to explode all over my fingers. Coat me, mark me, I need it lover. NOW!"

He was growing more and more ravenous, growling, writhing against her as he fucked her with his fingers and pinned her against the mirror with his body, and his hand. His voice was deep, predatory.

"Cum for Daddy."

 

[DarkWarrioress]

The beast held her captive, turning her into a wanton. She writhed against the glass, against his fingers, his thumb. Pulsing shock waves roared through her veins. His eyes silently demanded her focus. His fingers locked around her throat, just enough. The beast was roaring in her ears. His look held her captive. His words released her.

She was no longer a separate entity. His fingers ploughed into her, retreated and plunged again, making her breasts jiggle against his chest. She melted against his hand, into his fingers. Her head swayed from side to side against that hard surface. Whimpering sounds above her harsh breathing came to his ears as her body jolted upward, arching off the mirror as spasm after spasm made her body jerk against his.

She clamped around his fingers, internal muscles rippling across and around them. Her eyes rolled back in her head. Fingers dug into his arm, leaving marks.

She shattered for him. She cried out his name. She shuddered and died for him. Until all she could do was slump against him, exhausted.

 

[Firmhanded_Daddy]

He was unrelenting. He would not stop until she surrendered and gave him what he craved. He wanted her release, wanted her to fill the air with her sex. He wanted her.

She writhed and bucked against his hand as she teetered on the edge. His growling only became more intense as the press of their bodies came closer. It was almost as if he were perched on the brink all over again, he was just as intent on seeing this through.

Finally she shattered around his fingers. His voice came out in a pleased rumble.

"Mmmm that's my girl. Perfect lover. Just what I wanted thank you. My beautiful little girl."

His grip on her throat relaxed and his hand simply slipped up to stroke her cheek soothingly. He began to rub up against her like a cat. He started to pepper her neck and face with small, loving kisses.

The hand that had brought her to her end slowed, but did not stop. His fingers were more gentle, just stroking her walls softly, the occasional nuzzle against her nub. His touch went from trying to drag an orgasm out of her to simply trying to soothe her worn body.

Finally he drew his hands away from everything else and just held her against him. Kissing her forehead tenderly. Then whispering softly.

"Thank you baby girl."

 

[DarkWarrioress]

The rumble... she heard the rumble above the ringing in her ears, above the thud of her heart against her chest cavity. The latter was slowly returning to normal. Much as her mouth and tongue had done for him, his fingers did for her. Easing her back down, soothing her. Her lips chased his as her arms swung up and around his waist, holding to him.

"Thank you baby girl."

Her face lifted to his.

"My pleasure, Daddy. Literally."

She managed a soft laugh as her cheek laid over his heart.

 

[Firmhanded_Daddy]

He laughed with her as she settled in to place her cheek upon his heart. One hand drifted up to lace fingers in her beautiful crimson hair. Stroking soothingly as he allowed her to relax against his rumbling chest.

"I think this time it was a mutual pleasure."

 

[DarkWarrioress]

She left a note for him to find. Somewhere she knew he would see it. It simply read:


Darling,

Meet me in the Room of Mirrors.
You remember how to get there, don't you?

After securing it, she walked into the closet in the bedroom and opened drawers, then closed them. She drew out what she had been searching for with a smile, running her hand over the material. Shirt, shorts, sandals were shed first. Bra and panties soon followed. Everything was scooped off the floor and secured before she drew on the robe. Glancing at the wall clock, she wasn't sure how much time she had left before he arrived and she wanted everything ready for him by the time he got back. Using a large hair clip she secured the majority of her hair to the back of her head. Wayward strands defied confinement and escaped to touch the back and sides of her neck. Peering around the closet door, she hastily made her way to the bathroom and set about her preparations.

Candles were set around the room and along the sides of the stand alone bathtub. She started the water to filling the tub, adding some bath salts and a liberal dose of lavender oil to the bath water. The candles were lit, the lights switched off allowing candlelight to flicker their shadows on the tan walls. A glance to make sure everything was just so. Large fluffy towels warming on the towel rack. Warmth did much to ease the tension that constantly dwelt in his muscles. A quick run to the Great Room and soon soft relaxing music was piping into the bathroom. She figured two cds should do the trick.

Then she went to await his arrival in the Room of Mirrors.

~~ ~~​

 

[Firmhanded_Daddy]

He held the note in hand. Unsure of what to expect from a woman who always drove him wild, and kept him constantly on his toes. So he decided he was going to prepare.

A quick shower to wash away the heat of the day he padded bare foot to his closet. Sliding objects out of the way quickly he knew what he sought was deep in the back. A rarely worn piece, but something she may just enjoy. First the thin white tank style undershirt stretched across his broad shoulders. A pair of gray tone boxer briefs slid over his hips. Then he slid the light blue shirt over his form.

Taking his time he worked the buttons into the eyelits. He hated that part, and occasionally struggled with the top. That was the downfall of having a thick, muscular neck. Then came the tie. Black with angled horizontal stripes of grey, and blue alternating it tied in to the whole outfit very well.

Pants slid up, the dark black dress socks on his feet felt a little unusual. They had a different texture than normal run of the mill ones. It had been a while since he had worn this. Sliding on the dress shoes, he brushed off a scuff from the glossy black surface.
waist he finally slid on the black coat.

He checked himself
Belt cinched around his over in the mirror with a nod. Ok now he was ready. It was a damn fine suit.

Then he stepped out and headed into the room of mirrors. He paused at the door, looking to her with a wicked grin crossing his lips. So much for the suit. Oh well... might as well make her work a little bit for it hmmm? He drank in the sight of her in the robe and wondered to himself just how much was underneath?

Closing the distance he wrapped his arms around her. One large hand drifting around the bare back of her neck to pull her into his lips. Kissing her with tender passion as he leans his body against hers.

"Well it seems I may be just a touch over dressed."

 

[DarkWarrioress]

The panel from the study, the only way into this place sprang open without sound, but that didn't take her by surprise. She had been watching the door.

She smiled against his lips after he crossed the room to claim her. She was wrapped in his arms, held against his chest and there was no other place she rather be. His lips drank of her, making her softly sigh. If she didn't already have plans for him tonight, she would have melted for him right then and there.

Her hands traveled up his arms, coming to rest on his chest through his suit. As the kiss broke reluctantly, her head tilted back so she could smile up into his emerald gaze.

"Just a bit, love," her eyes were reassuring, "especially for what I have in mind for you tonight, but I'm sure you'll be just fine. I'm glad you came."

One hand slid downward and around to her own back, where her fingers sought his and laced with strong masculine ones she knew so well, giving it a gentle tug to show she wanted his hand as she made to step back.

"Are you ready, Daddy? We're going to step into one of these mirrors and it's going to take us to a room in the mansion I have prepared for us."

He deserved this. His own bathing girl and who better to see to it, than his very own girl? The past week had been rough and she knew it had taken its toll upon him. She wanted him relaxed and softly growling for the rest of the night she had planned. There was not an inch of impatience or tension in her. Serenity filled her. Could he sense it, she wondered briefly. Before the night's end, she wanted that serenity to fill him before she set about stirring his passion that she knew rumbled just below the surface for her. If she got her way, this night would end with sweat soaked sheets, growls in her ears to match her whimpers of delight.

 

[Firmhanded_Daddy]

The layers of fabric created a barrier between them. He hated having barriers between them and she knew it. That alone should have been enough to show how seriously he had taken the mysterious invitation. As if he would not have come? Bah, last time he checked Satan wasn't ice skating.

The closeness, the kiss. It had him rumbling already. He was tense, but just her mere presence soothed that tension somewhat. She had that among many other effects on him. The power to soothe, relax, and refuel him.

"Well I had no idea what the invitation could have meant and I didn't want to come unprepared so..."

He felt the slightest tinge of embarrassing for going over the top, but he was an over the top kind of guy. Always striving to push himself to the impossible goals he set for himself. So here he was standing here in a suit and she was in what he guessed was nothing more than a robe.

Her fingers tugged his hand and he didn't need any explanation. He did not hesitate to follow her, but she explained anyway. With a smile on his lips he nodded his head warmly.

"I'm ready baby girl. Are you planning some coed naked couch wrestling?"

There was humor laced with warmth in that deep, rumbly voice.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

He hated all the clothes between him, she knew. It would all be worth his while eventually, he just needed the patience to endure. She stepped into one mirror, the surface of which became fluid like water as she did so. Keeping a firm grasp on his hand, she gave another tug. She hadn't answered his question because as soon as he stepped through he would see exactly what she had in mind.

His leg came through first and it wasn't long before the rest of him followed. She simply stood there, holding his hand and waited for his reaction. She was also prepared to stop him if he set about taking off his own clothes. Tonight was for and about him.

 

[Firmhanded_Daddy]

He watched her step in to the surface of the mirror. It was a bizarre thing to see that was certain. He stopped, but only long enough to watch it. There was no fear, just curiosity. He trusted her and if she would do it, he had nothing to be afraid of.

He stepped forward and the world rippled around him. He was reminded of walking slowly into the surface of a calm pond. The mirror surface was cooler, as he would have expected from something made of glass. He came out the other end and she was there waiting. He peered at the room and his reaction was a slow, loving smile.

She knew his affinity for water, for her and water and the rest just made the setting more intimate. He turned to her, his eyes reflecting the dim lighting and reached up to brush his fingertips along the curve of her jaw.

"Now I know I am over dressed.. Shall I fix that?"

 

[DarkWarrioress]

She smiled and shook her head.

"No, my love. Tonight I am your geisha girl."

Her tone was light, humored and loving. Setting his fingers free, she stepped in front of him and unbuttoned his jacket, her hands sliding it from his shoulders and keeping a hold on the material she slipped behind him to draw it off. She folded it over her arm, moving to drape it over the back of a nearby chair. She returned to him and standing on tiptoes, began to work the buttons on his shirt loose. A slight smile quirked her lips as she thought about the effort it took him to button this shirt. It was just another thing he did for her. It might be a small thing to some, but it meant a lot to her. He went through the trouble of dressing so formally for her. She paused as her fingers got to mid chest.

"You can dress up for me another night, Papa Bear. We'll go dancing and I'll wear the dress you bought for me."

She leaned forward and set her lips to his exposed chest. Right over his heart.

 

[Firmhanded_Daddy]

He mused on the title as she busied herself with buttons. A smart ass reply came to the surface and almost made it to his lips but he crushed it down with prejudice. Now was not the time for that.

He watched her undo the buttons and felt a spike of irritation at himself. How could something so simple confound him so? He knew the reasons, it was a rhetoric question and she knew the reasons too. He drew a deep breath and calmed his emotions, just focusing on her, what she was doing, the meaning behind it all. Too late, there was a knot forming in his shoulders, he could feel it. However he had a feeling that warm water over there would help it relax.

"I can deal with that. Though... Papa bear doesn't dance well."

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Her lips lifted from his skin. She could feel the tension coiling in him. She was unsure of the source but it could wait. For now. Her hands tugged on his shirt as she worked it loose from the waistband of his dress pants.

"I know how well you dance, remember?"

She reminded him softly as she made short work of unbuttoning the shirt to the end. She slipped behind him, reaching on either side of his neck to the collar of his shirt and started to ease it from his body.

"Is this the same blue shirt I've been sleeping in of late?"

The shirt came off and she set it with his coat. His good clothes deserved care and to not be simply discarded to the floor. She ran her hands over his back and frowned.

"Tell me." Softly, simply spoken.

Two simple words but he knew what they meant, that she could feel the tension in his body and this night, tension was the last thing she wanted in him unless it was of the wickedly delicious kind.

 

[Firmhanded_Daddy]

"Ah, so you do."

He couldn't help but grin ear to ear. Damn that clever woman! She was so good at making him smile, laugh, any variation of them. The memory flooded him with warmth.

Her words brought his attention away from warm musing thoughts. He laughed quietly. Busted, damn it. His tone was akin to kid with hand caught in cookie jar. "Yeah it is. I told you it was my favorite shirt. It smells like you too which by the way? Made it very hard to focus on getting dressed. Talk about self torture. I was so damned turned on!"

She could read every emotion. He should know that by now. When she asked for him to speak to her he smiled. Stroking her cheek with his fingertips lightly he put his hand in front of her face, gave it a few flexes.

"Just self reflection dearheart. Nothing worth mentioning, and nothing worth stressing over, right?"

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Her hands on his belt, she merely nodded, letting the matter pass. if it were important he wouldn't have hesitated to tell her. Anything less? It would keep and perhaps in his own time he would share. She got the belt open and brushed it back, her nimble fingers unbuttoning his pants before they lowered to his zipper and slowly, carefully, pulled it down.

Freed of the restriction she was able to slip her hands inside his waistband and gently glide the material over his hips. It fell around his ankles and she knelt, before him, waiting for him to lift each leg in turn.