The Room of Mirrors (Invitation Only)

[DarkWarrioress]

Her tongue stopped in mid-stroke against his navel. Her eyes twinkled with mischief as her tongue continued it journey and lifted at the end of the stroke. Her body shook with silent mirth.

"Because.... you like indulging me and you know damn well you're going to love it."

As her body slid downward, his cock found its haven, sliding right between her breasts. Her lips traveled from navel to lower abdomen. Her teeth grazed his skin while her tongue followed and soothed, though she had a feeling he wasn't feeling exactly soothed at the moment.

She was more than aware of his cock lying between her breasts and she wanted nothing more than to turn her attention to it, right then and there, but refrained. No, it wasn't going to be that damn easy, for either of them. Her goal was to make the beast come out to play... to make him say the words that would send a thrill shooting through her and make her heart pound.

She pressed kissed against his pelvic bone, traced it with her tongue. Avoided the slanted head peeking from the valley of her breasts as her mouth wandered to the other side and found his pelvic bone there. Fingernails lightly scraped along his sides down to his hips. Fingers curled over them, holding onto him. Her hair was a red carpet spread across stomach.

 

[Firmhanded_Daddy]

He couldn't argue with her words, but he wanted to growl about it all the same. He slammed his head back against the pillow hard and let out a deep breath. Right now he was just fighting his nature, ok maybe he could handle this, maybe...

He felt that familiar smooth slide of flesh on heated flesh, the delicate cradle of her cleavage engorging smooth steel. He sucked in a shuddering breath. His eyes rolled into the back of his head. His entire body arched up toward her, and the ring clinked again. Her kisses sent thrills of anticipation rushing through his body. He was ready, so so so ready....

But she wasn't.

His hands gripped silk, he fisted it like he had so often done to her hair and he gave a tug, a hard tug. The head board shook as he jerked at the fabric. He growled low in his throat. He expected more build up, he had not expected this so soon.

A deep shuddering breath and he tried to settle into the bed again. Another deep breath. calm...calm... calm.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Soft lips lifted from masculine flesh. Small palms pushed against his inner thighs, pressing them outward as she scooted her body lower still. Felt the hard steel length of him slide further up. Soft lips and tongue found his inner leg, right next to his thigh. Nails raked down from hips, over outer thighs, released, came back to rake down the top of his thighs even as her mouth worked diligently upward. Her cheek brushed against his laden sac, as she maneuvered her lips against his upper inner thigh, teeth lightly sinking into the sensitive skin.


She didn't need to look up to see him struggling against his binding. She could hear it. The halo was verbal enough for the two of them. Of course, it wasn't. His low growls, his deep breaths, all brought a smile to her face. To up the ante a little? Her small fingers wrapped around the length of him, slowly stroking. Enjoying the feel of him throbbing in her hand. A thumb pad slid along the underside, paused at the ridge before slipping across the crown. She brushed across the head once, twice, then stopped. God, she wanted to set her tongue there. Not. Yet.

 

[Firmhanded_Daddy]

He was going to go insane. This was not a question of if, but when. They both knew it, and she knew exactly what she was doing as she danced around the source of his arousal. He wanted to grab her, he wanted to slide that heated flesh between those teasing lips, he wanted to pin her down and use her body until they both couldn't move. Instead, he was battling with these urges, trying to force them down. The brush of her soft skin over the extremely delicate skin of his sac set him off more than anything else.

"Oh fuck me!"

The words were forced past his lips rapidly, and melted into another low growl. She started to part his legs further, but he almost....almost resisted. He knew it would only mean more wicked teasing. His eyes were clenched tight, he couldn't watch, it would just be pure torture.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Her teasing mouth lifted from his skin. She glanced upward over his body. Her mouth shifted, right over his heated, pulsing, shaft. Lowering until he could feel her warm breath upon him.

"That's going to be the general idea......" she prolonged the end of the sentence, then finished with.... "Daddy..... With my breasts wrapped around you. With my mouth. With my hand."

Her words trailed off she her head shifted to the other thigh, giving it the same treatment. Only this time, her cheek didn't brush against his sac... one little slight turn of her head and her tongue did. She could feel the fleshiness of it respond to her tongue. It emboldened her. Slowly she licked. Around. Under. Over. From one to the other. Her hair tangled around the length of him. Just before she drew one side between her lips.

 

[Firmhanded_Daddy]

He didn't want to look, it was only going to make things worse, so much worse! Still he could feel her eyes on him. Damn this connection they had to each other. He was compelled to open his eyes and look down at her.

Her voice filled his senses, and at first it wasn't so bad. It was when she picked up after the pause that really made his abdomen tighten, and heat rush through his groin. The words alone made his cock twitch.

"Oh fuck yessss. I think that sounds like a fantastic idea. Why wait for a good thing?"

He was trying to keep his voice light hearted, but he was failing at it miserably.

She began to torment the fleshy sac between his thighs. At first his body jolted, the sudden influx of pleasure, the stimulation, it made his entire lower half tighten. Then he just let out a low, deep groan of pleasure. He subsided into squirming hips as she drew his flesh into the heat of her mouth. His cock throbbed jealously, his scent was suddenly there, a tempting treat filling her nostrils, and just close enough to her lips and eyes to be a taunting offer.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

She expected such words from him. She released him with a soft pop. Her mouth shifting to the other side. Taking him in her mouth and covering him with her warm saliva. Her tongue lashing against him. Her thumb moved again, Brushed across his head, finding a silky wetness there and drew it away on the pad of her thumb. She released him from her mouth, arching up slightly. Her eyes on his face as her thumb came to her lips. Her tongue slowly stroked up her own digit, licking the taste of him from it. She took her time cleaning the pad before she returned it, clean and wet, to stroke over him again, gathering what was left of his offering.

Oh, she longed to draw that twitching cock of his to her lips, let her tongue take his gift, but she fought the urge. Instead, she leaned up, pursed her lips and softly blew her warm breath over him and watched in satisfaction as it twitched in response.

"Tell me, Daddy... by any chance, does my breath remind you of my mouth sliding over you?"

Her lips twitched into a sultry, mischievous smile. Her voice lowered to a smoky hue, even while in between words she licked her thumb clean of his sweet stickiness.

 

[Firmhanded_Daddy]

He felt his pulse, heard it rushing in his ears. He barely bit back a soft whimper. The way she devoured his taste, the taunting way she breathed over his aching need. These bindings were feeling more and more constricting by the second. It took him a moment to reply to her words, he was focusing on trying to keep his hips on the bed. Finally...

"It does lover. What about you? Does the taste of me remind you of how wonderful it feels to have me filling your mouth? Does the smell remind you of how perfect it feels to have my hot seed painting your skin, coating your breasts, marking you as mine?"

He was in a bad way, but he hasn't lost his senses yet, she had given him the opening and he was going to drive it home.

"I think you look wonderful with freshly marked skin."

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Her tongue paused on her thumb as his words came.

Damn him!

Her body trembled in response. Need rose up sharply in her. Desire darkened her eyes, tightened her body. Made her throb and ache.

Unconsciously her tongue retracted to her mouth, rubbing against the roof of her mouth. Her eyes closed briefly as she inhaled deeply. Not once, not twice, but it took three times to get herself under control before she became a whimpering mess between his legs.

Her hand reached down to cup the place that held his seed. His essence. It lifted. Her head dipped. Her tongue traced from where he lay on the sheets, moving slowly upward in one long stroke. She released him then, so she could move across it. Move to the base of her desire. Her need. Her lips brushed over him, barely touching the skin, along the underside, upward. She hovered over the head. Her tongue slipped from her lips, the tip traced around the raised crown. Teasing. Tormenting. Drawing out the need. The urge. The desire.

 

[Firmhanded_Daddy]

Oh he knew that look. It brought a smug smile to his lips. That was just what he wanted to see. He was just about to open his mouth, to make it worse, or perhaps even gloat a little. Note to self, don't gloat when you are the one still tied down.

Her touch, the heat of her skin on the fleshy globes was enough to make him groan. It was a shadow compared to what she did next. Words were cheap compared to the glide of her tongue over his hot skin. It was almost like drawing the zipper up on a pair of jeans, except instead of closing fabric, his whole body lifted at the trail. At the apex, at the point where his spine could bend no further, and the lash of her tongue against his crown he trembled like a plucked guitar string.

That was it, that was the moment where he had decided enough was enough. His words were a growl, or perhaps his growl was words. The world melted together, one breath to the next.

"You have five seconds to untie me, or I am going to rip this fucking head board apart."

"One...."

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Now her tongue paused again, only this time it rested on him. She lifted her head, green eyes glittering in the darkness of their room with only the moonlight filtering in. Her mouth came away. Briefly.

Nope. Not the words she wanted to hear. Her head dipped again to torment him further. Flat side of tongue, met the soft flat slanted surface of his cock head. Another slow lick before she lifted herself slightly over him, her hands latched to his hips, pressing down as her tongue went on a foray over pulsing manhood. Lapping, teasing, one side then the other before it slid along the underside. She licked him like a lollipop or was that an ice cream cone? Hm. Ice cream.. speaking of cream... her tongue went on a quest to find some.

She could sense the beast lurking just under the surface. She was going to find out if she could rattle him free.

 

[Firmhanded_Daddy]

"Two...."

Then his world melted away. Her tongue lashed at the head of his cock. That was a double edged sword and she knew it. A little was wonderful, too much and he would be rattling this bed apart for a different reason. Her tongue began to draw up the side of his pulsing steel, then down the other side. His eyes lolled back into his head. His hips tried to rise, but her hands were pushing him down.

For the moment he wasn't so far gone that he was completely out of touch with her wants. He could have over powered her delicate hands, but he didn't. Not yet.

"Fuuuucking hell."

His hands jerked at the restraints, the halo gave an alarming creak. It was secured with her strength in mind, not his. Those broad shoulders flexed as he applied more torque. Metal gave a sickening screech. Yep, that fucker was bent now.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Nope. The beast was growling louder but still no cigar. Her head shot up and her eyes went wide as they looked to the head of the bed. Oh dear. Her poor halo. Oh well, he was just going to have to go e-shopping for another one. They were a dime a dozen on ebay anyway. She did eye the headboard with some trepidation. Then the grin again. Hell, he could order them a new one too, if it came down to it.

Deliberately she lowered her chest, let her breasts and prominent nipples brush over the turgid symbol of his arousal. It was a catlike move. Then her head lowered over him again. Her lips parting slightly and around the head, teasing him with what he knew was going to eventually happen. She was going to pay for this tease, but damn if they both weren't going to enjoy it.

Paybacks they say are a bitch. Well, she'd face that bitch later. Right now, things were in her damn court. The end of her tongue met the opening in the head... delving into it.

 

[Firmhanded_Daddy]

He stopped breathing.

He was supposed to be doing something right? Um... breathing, but that could wait. Something else, something more important. His mind couldn't grasp details at this point. No, he was near half mad with lust. His need was throbbing against her tongue, if she couldn't tell just what she was doing to him... no she knew, she knew him better than anyone.

"Oh god baby girl..."

With a shuddering breath he found that damn detail that was escaping his attention.

"Fuck! Three and four damn it!"

 

[DarkWarrioress]

She loved it when she knew she was driving him out of his mind. Just like she knew he loved it when he drove her into the heated depths of passion to the point she didn't know what the hell came out of her mouth. She begged. She pleaded. She whimpered. For him.

With an effort, she drug her mouth away. Straddling his body with the heated core of her brushing over his torso, she knee walked up toward his head, stopping about mid chest and leaned over him, tossing her head, her hair, to one side. Fingertips grazed over his face, touching the features she could see in her sleep. Her lips came closer to his, yet, did not touch his...

"Something you want, Daddy?"

She taunted him. Her lips moved to the side of his neck as she pressed herself to his chest, her hips rocking back and forth across him. Leaving her own mark on him. Damn. She was wet. Her teeth sunk into his neck, sucking upon his skin, marking him in a far more visible fashion.

 

[Firmhanded_Daddy]

She was working her way up his body. He could feel the heat of her core, the dampness of her silken walls leaving a trail along his skin, mingling with flesh. Of his own rite he offered an unwilling tease. Not only was she rubbing herself along his flesh, but also the coarse hair of his abdomen and chest. His shoulders gave another flex and he felt the metal giving. Right as it was about to snap, he could feel the metal giving, he stopped. He knew that going that far could get someone hurt, and more than likely her.

As her lips sank into his neck he turned his head, pulled away, and growled something into her ear, for her and her alone.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

The thundering of her heartbeat was the only thing she heard for a moment. Next, her mouth went dry and she felt goosebumps erupt on her skin. Her fingers trembled as one hand reached across, opening the drawer of the nightstand, fumbling inside for something.

There they were. The words. They were a promise. They were a warning. They were at the point where she needed to heed him or someone could get hurt, more than likely her. Neither of them wanted that. His word, in the end, was law. It came in the two words she had given him earlier.

She leaned up and further over him. Steel flashed in the night. Quick like lightning as the dagger found silk, lodged under it and with a swift jerk, he was free of the poor mangled ring. Another flash of steel as the dagger disappeared back into the drawer. Trembling fingers unwound silk from his wrists. How bloody fast he could tip her into the passion that was heightened with lust. Her eyes found his. Green glittered into green. Her tongue wet her lips as his hands came free from the binding he allowed her to make.

 

[Firmhanded_Daddy]

He had pulled just a little too hard on that silk. Even silk could cut flesh when stressed too much. There would be bruises, and cuts, but that was something to worry about another time. For now the moment his hands were free and the knife vanished both hands tangled into her hair. He tugged firmly, drew her until they were forehead to forehead, nose to nose, lips, to lips and he growled one single word.

"Mine."

Then he kissed her roughly, he could feel his lips bruising, he didn't care. The kiss only lasted a few heartbeats before he sat up off the sheets and wrapped his arms around her to keep her from being bucked off of him. A pivot of his hips deposited her onto her back, and he quickly closed the gap between them. It was his turn to hold her hands above her head. His hands gripping her wrists, slamming them against the bed as he shifted his hips once more. The only warning she had was the feel of his thick shaft gliding against the velvet, slickened lips of her core before he pierced her deeply, forcing every rock hard inch into her. She wanted the beast, well now the beast was hungry.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Mine.

The word echoed in her head. She whimpered softly into his mouth. She was lost. Jettisoned into lust, into passion wrought from love. His fingers dug into her wrists. She didn't notice. Her body bowed sharply upward against him as he took her, his length penetrating her wet core, filling, stretching her open to him. Around him. He stole her breath. In the next instant, he gave it back.

Her legs wound around his as her hips shot upward, slamming against his. She didn't want gentle. Not now.

Mine

Once more that word echoed in her head as she rocked against him with almost violent impatience. The very center of her clenching around him greedily. She tore her mouth from his, breathing harshly in his ear.

"Yours."

The word barely managed to clear her throat.

 

[Firmhanded_Daddy]

"Damn right. Don't ever forget it little girl!"

It was more a growl than real words, but if anyone could make out the guttural hunger that was the beast it would be her, who so oft provoked him. Their hips met with ravenous hunger, mutual need, and what tied it all together was love. It was the glue that held together the mingling passion.

He released her wrists and instead simply wrapped his arms around her form, crushing her against his chest as he started to piston his length into her body. There was no thought, no pre-meditation. His normal sensual wickedness was burned away in pure flame, unrepentant need.

His teeth fell upon her neck, shoulder, throat. Leaving his mark wherever his mouth seared flesh. She would remember this for days after, for no other reason than the fact that his mark would linger on her skin. She would know she was thoroughly used, and his property.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

"Never. Daddy."

She managed to rasp out for his ears. Like she could or ever wanted to forget. She reveled in being His. The rawness of his need was evident in the growling voice he used with her. Her wrists released, she wound one arm around his waist, the other went around his neck, her fingers sliding into his hair, fingertips pressing against his scalp.

The bed shook with the force of their bodies' needs. Their sounds of lustful passion mingled in the air around them, bounced off the walls. His teeth marked her. Driving her senses into a frenzy. She'd bear those marks for a few days to come. Gladly. Proudly.

No matter how rough. No matter how gentle they got, she knew she was cherished. His girl.

 

[Firmhanded_Daddy]

He felt heat sear through him, felt his desires become feral needs. Neither of them could keep this pace for long, but he didn't care. It was what happened when she pushed him to this point, she was cherished and that would never change, but in this state his mind did not follow thought pattern, it damn near shut down all together.

A particularly rough thrust driving into her, he held himself within her. Could she feel the pulsing? Feel their hips grinding together? He was close, desperately close. A low, drawn out groan rumbled against the walls as he pressed his forehead to hers. Staring deep into her eyes he let her see just what she had wanted to see all night. The deep buried part of him, the part that was driven by need, that only sought to use, and take. Then he shifted his head and growled deep into her ear.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

He held himself still inside her. She could feel him. Steel. Hot. Molten. Her hips moved restlessly under him. Her eyes snapped to his as he pressed his forehead against hers. So damn close. Her arms shifted, her fingers latched to his forearms, digging into the muscle there. She saw the deep primal need she had brought to life in the depth of his eyes. Yes. That was it!

Dear god... his words in her ear slammed into her. She felt the punch of it deep in her gut. Her head tipped back against the pillow beneath it. Her eyes rolled into her head as her body jerked, trembled, as she clenched him, holding tightly to him lodged within her body. Her body arched against his as release didn't just flow through her. No, it slammed her against an unseen wall. Sounds he knew so well, left her lips. Sounds meant for him alone.

"oh...dear... god...."

The veins in her neck stood out as it strained backwards. Silvery lights exploded in her head as she pulsed hard around him.

 

[Firmhanded_Daddy]

This was everything he wanted. She had wanted to push him tonight, wanted to drive him wild, so it was only fitting that it be her that drove him over the edge into insanity.

He was sheathed deep in her velvet walls as his words had the desired effect upon her. He knew what they would do to her, especially in this state. She shattered just as he had hoped, and the sights, the sounds, the feeling of her clenching him relentlessly washed over him. It was the perfect moment.

It was enough to send him tumbling headlong into his own madness. He burst inside her even before the first rush of pleasure hit. That first wave of hot seed had been building, building, and it erupted violently within her. Then came the low, feral, drawn out growl that she knew so well. It was most certainly going to wake the maids from slumber.

Suddenly he was moving again despite how impossibly tight she gripped him. Riding out their mingling release with extreme hunger, each violent thrust sending shuddering bliss through the entire length of his body until he simply couldn't move anymore.

Clinging to her, nestling his lips into the crook of her neck he rumbled in that way he had.

"Mmmmm that's my girl."

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Despite her orgasm, she could feel it... that... little something more... that lurked... waiting. She felt his heat filling her, painting inner walls that griped him. That was what she had been waiting for as finally, she gave what was left to give. Her body shook beneath his and she needed to cling to him and did, until he couldn't move anymore. His body collapsing against hers.

Her breathing, while harsh was beginning to soften and slow. Arms slipped over his sides, fingers starting to idly run up and down his back as his words brought her back to earth again and slowed her heartbeat to normal. Her head leaned weakly against his, damp from exertion of their lovemaking.