The Room of Mirrors (Invitation Only)

[Firmhanded_Daddy]

She took him at his word and focused her energy back on removing his clothing. As she started to work off that belt she could feel the remains of that 'self torture' he had spoken about. He was still slightly swollen and pressing against the fabric.

As she dropped to her knees to help him out of his pants he could not help but breath a little harder. His hand with a mind of its own drifted to trace along the length of crimson bundled up behind her head. The clip snapped open and he released the crimson in a wave. Finally he was able to stroke his fingers through it slowly.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Her hair! It fell like a fiery mass, flowing over her shoulders as he undid the clip. Damn. She had, for a brief time, forgotten how much he enjoyed her hair. Ah well. While that wasn't part of her plan, it still was all about pleasing him.

Her hand hooked around one his calves, as he lifted his leg free of the slacks and repeated the gesture for the other leg. She didn't dare look up. She knew exactly what would greet her eyes and she wasn't one to resist the temptation he always presented. A deep, long indrawn breath. Slightly shaky hands removed the slacks from the floor as she slowly came upright, keeping her eyes turned from the masculine length she knew was jutting in the air. Her fingers itched to touch him, to run over velvet skin, feeling warmth beneath her fingertips. Her mouth wanted nothing more than to receive him, her tongue tracing covered veins that made length and hardness possible, to feel him glide across the surface of her tongue until he tapped against the back of her throat. Not. Now. Not. Yet. She turned with effort, leaving him standing there in his glory as she folded his slacks over the chair with the rest of his clothing. Turning back to him, she gestured toward the tub, lifting her eyes to his. It was nearly her undoing.

"Get into the tub please, Daddy."

She held herself out of his reach. If he touched her in any way, all of her plans would be for naught. She knew he understood all to well her need of the moment. They had talked of it before as well as his dominance and how well their ideas on the matter dovetailed. She further understood what she did to him as well as his need to touch her.

She would tease them both this night. Deny him his right to touch. Her right to be touched. At least until they both couldn't stand it any longer. She was going to summon the beast. Be he tender and fierce or demanding and hard, she wanted either, perhaps both. She hoped to drive him to that razor sharp edge where it became a single minded focus to touch her, have her and in that focus, she would get what she wanted, him. All of him.

 

[Firmhanded_Daddy]

He loved her hair and she knew it. He loved just running his fingers through it, or having it curled in a mass, using it to other, more wicked ends. Though right now? Having her in such a position was quite the...distraction. His thoughts raced and the hands in her hair only tightened. He was trying to behave himself. Unfortunately him behaving looked very much like him about to use her hair for handle bars.

He drew a shuddering breath. Her words as much as her voice filled his senses and coiled there. She might drive him insane without ever touching him intimately. His voice carried the hint of strain at just how much effort it took to keep himself out of trouble.

"Anything for you baby girl"

With that he made the treck over to the tub and slowly sank into the wonderfully warm water. The effect was instant and his eyes slammed shut. A soft rumble started in his chest as he let the water do its work and soak relaxation into his body.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Those five words. They made her struggle to breathe. Tension between them was thick. It was a sensual tension and it coiled in the pit of her stomach, on the verge of striking. She was glad he moved then or all her good intentions would be for naught. She knew him well enough by now. The look in his eyes, the thought in his mind and she could feel his touch even though he wasn't touching her at the moment, his willful intention and damn near succombed, turning into a whipering mess on her knees in front of him again.

Her eyes slammed shut and she drew in a shuddering breath. She heard that rumble of his that turned her knees to water. With effort, her eyes opened and saw him sunk down into the warm water. She reclipped her hair and went to kneel behind him. Tossing back her sleeves, she slid her hands over his shoulders, slipping into the water and across his chest. Leaning over, her lips found the shell of his ear. her voice a whisper.

"Hand me the soap please, Daddy."

 

[Firmhanded_Daddy]

The water was already easing some of the ambient pain always present in his body. If he could, he would have a hot bath always ready for himself. It was one of the few things that soothed him, released the general ache. In his blissful state he was still however aware of his girl.

Her touch was a balm all of its own. As her hands started to slide over his lightly damp skin he let out a content sigh. Did life really get any better than this? He was relaxed, contented, floating on the surface of delicious pleasure. He was so far gone he didn't even have a smart ass quip about the soap. His eyes didn't open, he just started groping about blindly for it. It took time but he finally did manage to find the elusive bastard called soap.

Now he flicked green eyes open to cast his eyes into hers. He was smiling softly, warmly. Reaching up to hand it to her, he also leaned out of the water to press his lips to the curve of her jaw.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

His pleasure in the bath was evident. She froze as his lips found her jaw. Everything that was her went still until those lips of his slipped away. Her fingers gripped the bar of soap. What was she going to do with it? Oh... yes. the wash cloth was lying over the rim of the tub. She reached for it with her free hand, dipping it in the water before adding soap to cloth and the bar found its way to rest in the small wire basket hanging from the rim.

The wash cloth started at the back of his neck, lightly rubbing against his skin. Music continued to pipe into the room. It relaxed her as she washed the sides of hs neck, slipping over one shoulder than the other. the cloth would dip, be wrung of the majority of water it held before it was relathered with more soap. Soapy cloth and water met as it started to circle the expanse of his chest. She glossed over, barely touching masculine nipples, finding herself leaning further over him as the cloth worked deeper into the water. Her cheek pressed against his. Turning her head toward him, she kissed his cheek, her lips slipping to his jaw. Small, sharp teeth nibbled on his skin.

 

[Firmhanded_Daddy]

Immediately the cloth brought a new ripple of sensation to his skin. He let out a gentle groan as he felt the gently abrasive fabric run over his skin. It added a wonderful contrast to the feeling of the water and the heat. He moved as nessicary for her to continue her gentle bathing of his flesh but over all he just remained mostly still. He was far too relaxed for much else. Still as her kisses began to trail his heart began to beat again, pound really.

He let out a gentle moan of pleasure as lips and teeth teased his damp skin. When he spoke his voice was a loving, warm rumble.

"now baby... not fair for you to tease me if you want me to behave."

That being said he really didn't make a move, he was still just a little more relaxed than he was turned on.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

She softly retaliated in another whisper just before she got up to shift her position.

"All's fair in love, Papa Bear."

There was a smile in that whisper. She got up, moved to the side of the tub, her eyes going to his face and over his body, noting the relaxation she could see there. Again her hand reached for the soap as the wash cloth dipped into the water. This time, it slid across his hip. She had to lean over the tub to reach his other side, but she managed it without falling into the water. The cloth worked around his manhood for a reason and slipped between his thighs, stroking the length of inner thigh closest to her. The backs of her fingers brushed against his scrotum, but she wasn't trying to entice him into passion.....yet. Her free hand slid over his outer thigh was her the cloth slid down the inner to his knee. Again she shifted lower down the tub.

"I plan to tax your patience tonight, fair warning."

Soap and cloth married again before she lifted his leg from under his knee with her free hand, the cloth working his calf, down to his ankle. from the outer side to the inner. She paused at his foot, glancing up his body to see if he had fallen asleep on her or not.

 

[Firmhanded_Daddy]

Her teasing whisper pulled a hiss from his lips. All is fair hmmm? He was contemplating just how to retaliate to that when the cloth dipped to more intimate parts of his body. He let his body straighten as much as it could within the confines of the tub. Muscles rippled sinew stretched and he let out a soft groan. Was he aroused? Mildly. He was biding his time though. He had a feeling she was going to make this a drawn out process and it wouldn't do to get all worked up so early on.

"Hmmm well then I guess I better try to keep myself calm while I can then shouldn't I lover?"

He purposely added sensuality in his tone. If she was going to tease him tonight the least he could do was return the favor. He knew his voice had power, and he was going to bloody well use it.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Her reaction to his words and tone was subtle, but he would know because he knew her. There was hidden promise behind his words and it made a thrill roll down her spine.

Calm, Cait. Calm. Otherwise, neither of them were going to make it out of the bathroom and that wasn't part of her intentions tonight. The cloth dipped into the water, then brushed against the bottom of his foot. It was a machanical gesture but she was feeling anything but mechanical. Her nipples had painfully, sweetfully, hardened in response to his tone of voice. They pressed against the front fabric of her robe. her fingers tightened on the cloth. She wanted to be rid of the robe.... not yet....Not. Yet. She gritted her teeth and finished washing his foot, setting his leg back into the tub. Moving around, she knelt again and took up his other leg and repeated her actions. As her hand deserted his foot and the cloth started up his other thigh, along the inside. This time, in response to his voice, she raked her nails lightly up his inner thigh under the cover of washing it.

The wash cloth was discarded, allowed to sink into the tub of water as she rose, reaching across him for the bar of soap. This time, she soaped her hands and sunk back to her knees, her fingers found and surrounded the part of him that still lay against his thigh, flaccid. She doubted it would stay that way as soapy hands began to stroke him. Slowly. Leisurely. Soaping him from base to head.

 

[Firmhanded_Daddy]

He could see the sweet hinting curve of her nipples poking against the fabric of the robe. Hell as she was bent the way she was he could almost see them. She was quite well endowed and that lent to the tendency for her robe to part tauntingly. He was enjoying her touch but he was equally enjoying the sight of her. Oh the things he could and would do to her. Licking his lips slowly he let his head tip back and away from the promising sight. Her touch wandered, nails teased, and soapy hand fondled. Fuck.

His hands slowly gripped the edge of the tub, and his toes curled slightly in the water. His breathing came a little raggedly and he wasn't shy about the soft moan that rushed past his lips.

The effect was obvious as he began to slowly swell within her grasp.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Fingers circled around the crown, just below the head, her wrist turned. Only once. Then her fingers went back to encircling him, slowly stroking him nestled in her palm. The pace of her hand altered. Slow and slower. Her grip on him tightened as he swelled in her hand. There was no doubt he was clean by now. Her lips twitched slightly. Her eyes delighted in his awakening arousal. She wasn't unaffected either. Need was starting to gnaw with desire licking swiftly at its heels. Her hands stilled. Deep inhale. Slow exhale. She licked her lips and withdrew, coming to unsteady feet. The front of her robe gaped slightly. An unsteady hand reached for a towel. Returning to the side of the tub with it in her hands.

"Please, step from the tub, love."

She kept her eyes lowered. It was the only way she could maintain an ounce of control around him.

 

[Firmhanded_Daddy]

Deep ragged breath. Slow growling exhale. It was a pattern for the duration that she teased his swelling length with her slender hand. His eyes drifted into the back of his skull as he just relaxed and reveled in the feeling of her skin gliding smoothly over his. Then she retreated. His eyes slowly drifted open. Green orbs drinking her in, the green tinted with a hint of blue.

Her words drew him out of the dull haze he was in. He rose slowly from the tub and gave her a soft look. A warm smile drifting to his lips as he stepped from the warm water. Goosebumps were instant as they drifted over his skin from the sudden crash of cooler air.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Moving around behind him, she applied the towel to his back, standing on tiptoes to reach the back of his neck. her eyes followed the towel's course as it moved over shoulders, across the expanse of his back. Her fingers curled with the towel against the swell of his ass. She couldn't help herself. Crouching down, her hands, with the towel, rubbed down the back of one leg before she shifted to the other. Her hands rose high, to the juncture of his thighs, paused then briskly moved downard again. As she rose, the towel went over his hips, pausing there as she placed a few drifting kisses down his backbone.

Slipping around to his front, she knelt again, concentrating on drying his leg. her eyes rose with the towel up his thigh. The towel transferred to his other leg, ruflling the hair there as she dried him. Oh lord. She swallowed and got to her feet, toweling his chest. Her fingertips tingled with awareness. Heat flared between her thighs and turned into a aching need deep in her core. The tip of her tongue poked out from between her lips, first brushing the upper one, then the lower. Green eyes rose to his face.

"The bedroom now, if it pleases you, Daddy."

She clutched the damp towel in her hands for if she didn't, she'd be right back on her knees, his cock sliding down her throat.

 

[Firmhanded_Daddy]

He relaxed as she began to drag the towel over his wet skin. He held out his arms for her to dry them off neatly. Then as she finished with his shoulders he flexed the broad muscles, rolling his neck to keep the blood flowing and make sure stiffness did not settle back in too quickly. It would of course, but hopefully not for at least another hour or so. As she toweled off his lower body he cast a look down to her, giving her a tender smile.

When she drifted around his front he tried to keep focused. The sight of her on her knees in front of him was SO tempting. It was all he could do to stop from pulling her hair down again and then lead her lips right to his still gently swollen length. There was no doubt he was thinking it, because she could see him swelling even though she was not touching that area.

Nodding to her words. First though he held out his hands to help her up. After doing so he wandered off through the mirror and to the bed, where he nestled into the sheets

 

[DarkWarrioress]

She watched him go, tossing the towel into the laundry with a shake of her head. She moved to the door and opened it, staring at him reclining on the bed. She leaned against the open doorway, arms folding across her chest, smiling at him.

"You could have just used the door, you know."

She teased him with easy humor before shoving away from the door frame and moved toward the bed and him. Reaching the side of the bed, her eyes roamed over his nude form, enjoying the view before her. Admiring his broad shoulders, his wide chest. Her eyes slipped lower, taking in the hardness that sprung from his groin, dropped lower still to take in the length of his leg and moved back upward again to settle on his face. Her eyes met his, no words may have been spoken but their eyes spoke volumes. With deliberation, her fingers unknotted the robe, brushing the opened materials away from her chest, letting it fall off her shoulders to pool at her ankles. A hand came out, fingers reaching for his closest hand, sliding fingers between fingers.

Climbing up on the bed with him, she straddled his body, sitting on his chest. She brought his hand up to her breast, pressing it against firm rounded flesh with a hardened nipple that begged for hs touch. Her hand left his, reaxched up and removed the clip from her hair. It fell to her shoulders in a burnished, fiery mass in the dying light that crept in from a late setting sun. leaning over him, she brushed her lips across his.

 

[Firmhanded_Daddy]

"Bah! Who needs doors? We have magic mirrors."

Laughing as he let her eyes drink in all that she chose to. It was soon his turn to look at her, and his fingers dug into the mattress from the sight. God she was beautiful. The view stole his breath. When she closed distance and crawled on to the bed he let out a deep rumble to show his approval. He had been dying to touch her all night long. Finally! She was not shy about letting him touch either. She guided his hand to her breast and he couldn't keep the growl at bay.

His hand caressed her full mound while the other raked hungry fingers down the length of her back. His deep voice filled the room.

"You know you are half way between two fine places. I cant reach you with my mouth, or my hips. I hope it was planned that way?"

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Her lips had lifted from his but she didn't draw back, not even arching her back as his fingers raked down it.

"Oh, it was planned that way, lover."

Her head lowered, lips grazed his but didn't linger. They brushed over his jaw, moving down to his neck. She breathed in his clean scent and licked his skin. Everything, every taste, every part, had to touch the tip of her tongue at the very least. As she leaned over him, one breast pressed against his naked chest, the other pushed deeper into his hand. Her hands slid down his arms, reaching for the fingers of both hands, hopefully prying his away from her breast and interlacing them, giving a tug toward the pillow beneath his head.

 

[Firmhanded_Daddy]

Wicked wicked woman! His hips starting to shift beneath her. He turned his head just enough to delicately bite to the curve of her thigh. Then he lay back down as the tip of her tongue began exploring his body. His hand continuing to knead and massage her breast in hand all the while.

Then her hands reached up for his and he did not resist her. As if he ever did? His fingers laced with hers as he let her grasp delicately guide him upward. Looking up at her he whispered in a tender tone.

"Kiss me."

 

[DarkWarrioress]

His hands came up, with hers in them, on either side of his head. The position stretched her torso, pressed her breasts against his chest, her nipples rasping against his skin. Her head hovered over his, their eyes held.

He spoke two simple words in a tender tone but there was no mistaking the gentle commnd. He melted her heart. Fancifully, she thought it simply slid from her chest into his. Her lips moved to cover his and at the same time, her hands manuvered his captured ones above his head. Her lips parted against his, the tip of her tongue teasing him.

 

[Firmhanded_Daddy]

Their hands were bound together as tightly as they were to one another. It was a rare thing for him to allow another to take this kind positioning with him. He was always about control, always keeping things in check. It spoke to the level of trust and affection he held for her.

Their lips met and he let his body relax, let himself sink into the sheets. A deep rumble starting in his chest as their lips mingled. His parted to catch her teasing tongue, to nip, lick, and flick the tip of his own tongue against hers.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

For the moment, she called the shots. It was a fluid thing yet not. Between them, they knew that anytime he wanted control, it was his. He was merely indulging her. She knew it and squeezed his hands as she leaned over him, her chest to his., lightly brushing her breasts against the naked skin of his chest.

Her own lips parted against his, her tongue beckoning to his to come play. Teeth nipped, tongues licked and the feel of his against her known made her moan softly. Above his head, tacked to the headboard, was the silver (those she always referred to it as tin) ring they had dubbed her halo. Attached to that was a silken tie. She released one hand to reach for the end, dangling between the pillows...

"Now, Daddy love..." she whispered against his lips, "indulge me?"

She dangled the tie before his eyes as her lips lifted from his and she pushed up from his chest, watching his eyes. She knew what she was asking for. Knew it was seldom done and knew he would remember this.

 

[Firmhanded_Daddy]

For some time their lips and tongues toyed with one another until she squeezed his hands. His own squeezed back warmly as a smile drifted to his lips. It was then she started to reach up to that ring. He knew what was coming, and for the briefest moment he pulled one hand down, drawing his hand along the curve of her jaw line, staring up into her eyes.

"Anything for you baby girl."

With that both hands settled back to where she had put them and he waited calmly, putting his hands up in range of that silk cloth. He continued to let his body relax, his gaze holding hers. The look in his eyes told the story, the love, adoration, trust. For her, and only her, he would do this.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

She trembled. At his words. At his touch. At what she read in his eyes and knew the same dwelled in the depths of her own. She wet her lips with the tip of her tongue as they continued to stare into each other's eyes for moments longer before she disentangled her other hand from his, reaching for the tie. Leaning over him more, she felt the tips of her breasts press into his chest. Felt her nipples harden even more and for a swift second, she almost lost her focus. The desire sprang from nowhere, slamming into her. To feel him turn their bodies, bearing hers down into the mattress as he flowed over her, from head to to foot, covering her. For a moment. She shook it off. Silk wrapped around his wrists, pulling them together as she tied it off. Sitting up on his chest, looking down at him, she smiled softly, the look in her eyes warm and loving. The curtain of her red hair fell over her shoulders, spilling across her breasts before her head dipped once more. Her lips set against his, kissing him. What her eyes didn't tell, her lips did. They spoke of her devotion to him. They slid away, traced along his jaw back to his ear where she whispered lowly in it... words for his ears alone. Then they moved down to his neck, her lips parting against his skin, tongue teasing, tasting. Teeth nibbling, leaving small marks there.

Her head moved at her leisure, lower down to his chest. Her mouth claimed what was her territory. Her hair trailed across his chest as she moved lower, teasing his skin, feeling like the silk that bound his wrists above. her mouth stopped just above his navel. The rest of her body had slipped between his legs. She looked up at him as the tip of her tongue flickered into and against that spot that had long ago been the cord to his nourishment in the womb.

 

[Firmhanded_Daddy]

He felt her body tremble as a moment passed between them. The desire to fold her up in his arms, to hold her against him, to crush her to his body nearly overtook his indulgence. She was never far from his thoughts, his heart. The feeling of her nipples brushing against his chest, feeling them harden against his flesh... his breathing stopped. Was this as hard for her as it was for him?

It was a good thing she secured the silk when she did. He wasn't feeling very patient right this moment. Then again he was rarely patient when it came to claiming what belonged to him. Her lips started a trail and he went to reach out to tangle his fingers in her hair. Her halo clinked against the head board. Out came a single word.

"....fuck"

Then with soft laughter he watched her drift down his form. Letting out a low groan. He was not used to having to be patient like this. He was starting to doubt his ability to do it, while at the same time enjoy it. Oh he could endure the worst she could dish out, but it would involve severing himself from what made him the man she adored. This was going to be a fucking challenge. With laughter in his voice he rumbled.

"Why did I agree to this again...?"