Welcome to Hell.

[SiaKlynn]

The silent communication between them sends a shiver through her body the stillness their connected bodies a thrilling ache. Their bodies shift his hands move and she is caught by surprise by a kiss. The first seconds she pauses lips instinctively parting and then the hungry passion catches up. Wrapping her arms around him, fingers curl into the muscles of his shoulder blades.

The brieft disconnect of their bodies an aching tease and she kisses him harder, groaning as he once again thrusts deep, hard and continous. Eyes closed so tight her brow furrows and her lips part further her tongue meeting his to deepen the kiss as she moans into the mouth. The building passion, pleasure, desire makes her want to climb up his body as he fucks her.

Breaking the kiss she draws in a deep breath nuzzling her face against the crook of his neck and pants between the moans. A sharp tingle warming and tensing her body she clings to him, fingertips pressing into the flesh of his back. A soft whisper on her lips against his shoulder, "Yes...oh....yeah"

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

*One hand remains on her hip, pulling her forward to meet him with each arching drive of his hips, the other tangled deep in her hair, gripping silken locks while tongue dance together, her taste sweet and delicate on his tongue. A moan bursts from his lips as her mouth leaves his, the ability to stay quiet quickly deserting him. He is slick with her juices, making him glide easily into her depths. His length fills her each time their hips meet, heavy balls nestled against her for the briefest of moments before being withdrawn, only to return quickly and fill her once more.

His hand in her hair keeps her close against him, the full shape of her breasts a tease against his chest. His breath comes quickly, muscles desperate for oxygen to keep working, to keep him moving inside her. Her words against his shoulder pull another moan from parted lips.

Without word or warning, he sinks fully into her and holds himself there, their bodies together, hands holding her tight to him. His head tips forward, lips finding her ear to whisper..*

Off the stool... *a low, short laugh rumbles in his chest before he finishes* I want to bend you over it and fuck you...

 

[SiaKlynn]

Nothing like a pause in the moments before the rapture of pleasure rocks through your body. Each thrust bringing her closer, her moans louder and more frequent. The initial pause, being held close only made those inner walls constrict around his cock begging for release. Breathing heavily she can't help but smile at his whisper.

Her reply is a silent nod against his neck followed by a soft kiss tasting the salty presperation. Waiting for him to release her body she shivers as their bodies disconnect. Shakily she slides off the bar stool hands pressing to his sides to keep her knees from buckling. Once she feels steady she turns her back to him, hips resting against the edge of the stool and her hands grip the edge of the bar.

With spread legs she stands there waiting for him to take her from behind. To finish what they've started. To feel that blissful release.

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

*He cannot help but to groan as he slips fully from her, every fiber of his body crying out against the loss. Shuffling feet move him back so she has room to slide down off the bar stool, his hands on her own sides to steady her. His gaze slips down her form when she turns, drinking in each curve and valley of her shape, and then he is behind her and close, the coating of her arousal making it easy for him to slip back inside her. He cannot help but to moan aloud again, knowing his own release will be upon him quickly.

His hands grip her hips, pulling her tight against him, and then move. Flat palms and splayed fingers slide up the slope of her back, parting directions when they reach her shoulder blades. One continues on, a strong hand gripping her shoulder. The other moves around and under her, finding the full shape of one of her breasts, thumb and forefinger teasing her nipple as he begins to take her.

Each thrust is full, hard, and deep, the hand on her shoulder pulling her body back to meet his..* ...fuck... *his voice is breathless, nearly swallowed up in a moan, the steady and hard rhythm only increasing as he grows closer. Each time she surrounds him fully, tight and strong muscles milking the length of his cock, he inches closer to the edge of a swiftly approaching cliff.*

 

[SiaKlynn]

The air actually felt a little cool against her skin as she waits for him to rejoin their bodies. She didn't have to wait long before she feels him come behind, pressing back inside with his hard member. The sensation near mind numbing. Gripping the edge of the bar she presses back as his hips thrust forward feeling him sink deep inside. "fuck...yes..."

She groans, not worrying about the volume of her voice, her body shutters in his arms with his extra attention to her nipple. It was like a nerve ending of sensations connected to the sensitive inner walls. Every bit of her tingles, skin growing warm and the cries from her lips grow louder. Arching her back she presses her hips back harder, a sharp breathless cry sounds. "Fuck...yes! harder..."

Her entire body tenses, inner walls pulsing around his length and her hips rest heavier against the stool as the strength leaves her knees. Gripping the edge of the bar's counter tightly she lets out anothe cry and struggles to catch her breath while the pleasure heightens, till she feels as if she might turn into a quivering mass.

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

*Her voice, her words, only urge him on, pushing him more quickly towards the edge of that cliff. His body meets hers in a carnal, erotic cacophony of sounds and sensations, the throb of his cock inside her growing insistent and needy.

The hand on her shoulder keeps her body moving back to meet his, the rhythm of their fucking a rapid-fire push and pull, a dance to music only they can hear. He can feel her clenching him, rushing towards the edge and sweeping her up with him, and he is suddenly there, teetering on the edge, time slowing for a moment as he balances between needing and having, between wanting and fulfilling.

And then his hips are moving again, one final thrust of his cock that flings him headlong into the swirling abyss, his orgasm upon him sudden and full and fierce. The hand on her shoulder tightens, pulling her back against him, holding his length deep inside her as he erupts.* F... fu- *the words dissolve, his head thrown back as he cries out his release to the room around them, knees and hips and spine shuddering with each spasm inside her.*

 

[SiaKlynn]

The end is violent and beautiful and filled with bliss. Wants and needs fullfilled leaving her breathless, sated and smiling as she struggles to regain composure. His wild release only fuels the afterglow with a greater sense of pleasure. She doesn't want to leave to his grasp, she wants to stay connected to him at least for a little while, but the need for sleep is also strong.

"We weren't suppose to stay up all night." She smiles and arches her neck to awkwardly look up at him. "Quick romp..." she giggles.

With a sigh and a groan she pulls from him, but only briefly to turn around and wrap her arms around him in a hug. "It's nap time... "

Another laugh and she pulls away, taking his hand and leading him to the couch where they fell asleep last time. "You can be my pillow."

Laying down on the couch with him she curls into a ball and passes out.

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

*The heat washes over him as he returns, a small rumble of a laugh when his gaze passes over a particular barstool, his eyes sweeping the room to get his bearings once again. He enters fully after a moment's pause, a coil of rope looped around one hand, dragging the ground slightly as he walks. Making his way to one of the couches, he lowers himself onto a soft cushion, crossing his legs and laying the rope across his lap. And silently, he waits.*

 

[SiaKlynn]

She arrives , walking through a long cavern feeling the heat against her skin and taking a moment to steady her breath knowing it's a hopeless action. Stepping into the lounge she sees him sitting, waiting on the couch. A timid smile touches her lips as she walks closer. She dressed casually in tank top, low cut jeans and five plus inch platform sandals. Her steps are graceful as she crosses the floor and stops about a foot away. She says nothing waiting on him.

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

*He sees movement out of the corner of his eye and, certain that it's her, he waits until she stops near him before turning his head to look at her. A small sound of satisfaction escapes his throat, his eyes freely and openly roaming along her form. Lifting the rope out of his lap, he uncrosses his legs and stands, grinning slightly as he realizes the tall sandals put her at nearly the same height as him, their eyes on virtually the same level.

Rope in hand, he circles around her like a lion stalking his prey, steady gaze never wavering from her. Once behind her he moves in, his body against hers suddenly. The hand not holding the rope moves around her, open palm against her side, moving up slowly, and then suddenly against the full shape of her breast, using it to pull her body tighter against his. His lips move near her ear again, a whisper floating across the small distance between them.*

I think we need to get this shirt off of you... otherwise I'll have to cut it off of you later.

 

[SiaKlynn]

He doesn't acknowledge her right away and in those moments she takes the time to observe his casual yet commanding presence. This time he's in control. A shiver of excitement moves through her as his attention shifts and he approaches. As he circles around she straightens her back, but her gaze is lowered as she waits. The anticipation buzzes across her skin. A light gaspaescapes with the touch of his hand and a quiet moan as he squeezes her breast. Again his voice shoots a thrill through her body and already she aches.

Then take it off.


She lifts her arms and waits.

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

Mm.

*A quiet sound of approval as her arms raise, thumb and forefinger finding her nipple through the fabric of her shirt and tweaking it before he releases her. His hand drops down to the hem of the tank top, pulling it up front the front while the other hand remains at his side, fingers curled around the rope. The shirt is cast aside once removed, he has no further use for it and no desire for it to be near their feet where it may get tangled up.

His hand, having discarded the tank top, now reaches up and takes hold of one of her wrists, moving her arm down and behind her back.*

Don't move.

*His voice is low, the tone making it clear this is more than a simple request, and only then does he release her wrist and reach for the other. This arm is brought behind her back, one forearm atop the other, hands turned so each palm is against the opposite arm. It is only then that the other hand lifts, fingers opening to allow the rope to uncoil and hit the floor between them. With nimble fingers, he begins looping it around her arms, recoiling the rope bit by bit with her arms in the center of the loops.*

 

[SiaKlynn]

The tank awkwardly slides up her body, so she snakes her body to help with his one handed lifting. As the top reaches the breast line there is a slight pause as the mounds are tugged upwards the material hitting a speed bump then passes over and they bounce down. The second she is free of the material he grips her wrist and is instructed not to move, she complies. Excitement and curiousity at the forefront of her mind and then there is the ache. He takes the other arm and they are criss crossed. The rope circles around her wrists. She presses her lips together in a smile feeling her pulse speed in that oh can't wait kind of way.

And though she tires to remain composed pretending to be old hat at this kind of practice she in fact has only fantasized. Exploring new ground has her on edge with excitemetnt. She cannot not help but pull slightly against the ropes testing the tightness, but not wanting to seem like she's trying to escape.

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

*His fingers work quickly, looping the rope around the length of her arms. Gradually more and more of it leaves the floor by their feet, until the last ends of it are being pulled up, worked into a knot by swift fingers to secure it around her, tight enough so she knows she's not going anywhere without cutting off the blood to her fingers. He tests the ropes with a tug, grinning as he sees her arms test it as well.

Both arms loop around her then, fingers popping open the button to her jeans quickly. His right hand lifts then, slipping under her chin and across her throat again, pulling her body back towards his. Knees bend as he does, bumping into the back of her knees to bend her legs, tipping the weight of her upper body back onto his, leaving her to simply lean back against him lest she want to fall. His left hand dives under the opened waist of her jeans, pressing against her skin as they move, searching... searching...

His lips are near her ear once more, his breath hot as his fingers find her mound. Teasing fingers stroke against her, his voice low in her ear.*

Tell me... how good are you at saying "please?"

 

[SiaKlynn]

The rope is a contiguously coil up her arms tying them closer together, binding them to make them feel as one. Popping her shoulders back, arching her back and bringing her breasts out to attention with those stiff hard nipples. She doesn't' try to struggle, but she does test the strength of the knots, she won't be loosening them with help. She's vulnerable and yet the agenda is not quite complete as he casually forces her to lean against him bending her knees enough she'll lose balance without his hold on her body.

The touch of his hand exploring her body makes her groan especially as he unbuttons her jeans, dipping his hand low, low enough to tease and produce a whimper. His words tease more. Her eyes fall closed and she feels like struggling to gain control, but instead lets go. She says softly,

As good as I need to be... pleadingly whispers please....

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

Mm... Very good.

*He keeps her weight back against his, wanting her to know that he could make her topple with simply a step back. If he wanted. His fingers search for another moment before they find their target, and then he's reading her clit, the strokes against her light and slow. Stoking the fire inside her.

His other hand slips from her throat, skimming down to one full breast. Fingers catch and tease the hard point of her nipple, the pace of his teasing on her clit increasing ever so slightly.*

 

[SiaKlynn]

The act of not balacing and yet wanting to balance is difficult to let go. She knows he's in his arms, but she wants to feel like she has some control, so she squirms. Not to get away, but to find balance. At the moment there is no balance. He's in control.

The teasing of his fingers, slipping between the nether lips to stroke and tease her clit brings a gasp, moan to her lips. Squirming as the attention continues her breathes continue to grow a little more shallow with tiny grunts and groans in between. The added attention to her nipple brings a resigned whimper from her lips. She feels the need to struggle but isn't sure against what as pleasure wraps itself around her body.

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

*As she squirms he leans back a few inches, just enough to tip her a little further back against him, a simple reminder that she is upright only because he wants her to be. The tips of his index and middle finger tease against her clit, barely the time of a heartbeat passing in the time it takes one finger against her to replace the other.

His head dips, lips moving away from her ear to her neck, teeth nipping at her flesh lightly. Both hands move suddenly, fingers releasing her nipple and moving to catch the other while he leaves the teasing on her clit, fingers curling and sinking into her, feeling her heat and arousal surrounding him.*

 

[SiaKlynn]

Instict is to resist and though she has little hold on the control she does attempt to control a bit of her situation as he forces her lean back further to give up her stability of stance she tries to fight the leaning back, for a moment, but then reminds herself to relax and enjoy.

The enjoying takes trusts, she has to trust him and since she has no reason not to she begins to relax, leaning against him and feeling his hand wander. Slolwy is more aware of her arms being tied behind her and the helplness of her position. His lips against her skin are the driving force against any worry. She wants something to grab onto, to cling to, but there is nothing.

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

*He can feel her relax, a bit of tension draining out of her. Her shoulders and back relax a little against him, though he knew it was only a matter of time until she did lest her muscles start to ache. His fingers move inside her slowly, feeling her wet and tight around him, her arousal coating his fingers, making them slick.

He withdraws them after only a few moments though, the length of his fingers running over her clit. His hand slips from inside her jeans, arm lifting up and across her neck, the crook of his elbow across her throat. With his head near hers, he slips his fingers between his lips, tasting her. Pulling them from between his lips, he grins slightly, whispering near her ear.*

Mm. You taste good.

*His hand leaves her breast, arms moving from around her and he moves her off of him and upright again, hands on shoulders turning her around to face him. His eyes find hers, a slight mischievous grin playing on his lips*

On your knees.

 

[SiaKlynn]

Helplessly leaning back against him a soft moan escapes past her lips as his hand dips below her waist, his fingers sinking inside her and teasing the inner walls. Trembling she shivers, moaning a little louder wanting that little more, but is denied as he pulls his hand way. She whimpers a whine a useless plea. He continues his slow torture by wrapping his arm around her neck and tasting his fingers that were only just inside her.

His whispers brings a warmth to her cheeks. It's then he releases his hold on her and she has a moment of panic. He's not stopping?? No, of course not. The weight of his hands on her shoulder reassures his presence and she turns to face him, her eyes searching for a clue to what may be next. No guess is required. He tells her exactly what he wants.

On her knees...not exactly an easy request with her arms tied behind and wearing these extra tall shoes. For several seconds she gazes into his eyes and then carefully she lowers, bending her knees and drops to one knee before bring the other leg down. Lifting her chin she looks up to him and waits for his next command.

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

*There is a strange kind of pleasure one gets from seeing another struggle to comply with a command they've been given, knowing that it would be easier to simply refuse. To watch her, bare from the waist up, jeans unbuttoned, arms tied behind her back, still work her way down onto her knees only heightened the arousal that had begun building in him before he'd even returned to this place with her.

His feet are already bare, and so he only has to step out of the khaki shorts and cotton boxers after working the button open, his eyes fixated on her through every second of it. His arousal is obvious, his length already growing hard before she's even really touched him, but he is certain she can coax more from him.

Wordlessly, he closes the small distance between them and reaches out to her, fingers finding dark silken hair, gripping lightly. His gaze still resting on her, he pulls her mouth to him.*

 

[SiaKlynn]

The struggle to get to her knees without falling over isn't exactly easy, but she complies. In a short time the hard surface of the floor begins to make her knees ache and her jeans loose around her waist drop an inch or two off her hips. Shifting her stance in an attempt to get comforable her jeans fall past her hips tanling around her thighs.

Looking up to him, she watches as he unfastens his pants the bulge beneath already giving away his arousal. As he releases his cock from the confides of his pants she knows what is next, what he'll expect. Running her tongue across her lips she waits, feeling his grip in her hair and the mild pull of her head to bring lips and his cock closer. Taking in a small breath she continues to look up at him, watching him, eyes not leaving his as her lips part and the tip of her tongue reaches out to lick, making contact with the tip.

Pausing she waits taking this moment to tease him in return. A small smile hints at the corner of her lips as runs her tongue along his length once again this time adding a soft moan. One more lick. His length now much harder she finally widens her mouth and pulls only the head of her cock her with a slow gentle suck.

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

*The only thing that pulls his gaze from her eyes is the slipping of her jeans, drinking in more smooth flesh as it's revealed to him before they flicker back up, returning once more to her gaze. He catches the movement of her tongue in his peripheral but this time his eyes remain.

Feeling her tongue against him, even in such a small way, draws a quiet gasp from him, his arousal only growing. Watching her, he sees the pause, catches the smile, and cannot help but to grin in return. Even on her knees, arms surrounded by ropes behind her back, she finds a way to tease. He might have to make her pay for that later.

The thought is quickly scrubbed from his mind when her tongue finds his cock again, and by the time she steals another lick he is all but fully hard. His lips purse slightly as he sees her moving closer, then pull back to reveal clenched teeth when she takes the swollen head between her own lips. His chest rises as he sucks in a deep breath, his eyes narrowing but not closing, not yet ready to lose her gaze yet. Fingers tighten in her hair but do not pull, do not tug, allowing her this bit of control. For now.*

 

[SiaKlynn]

Full lips wrapped around the head of his cock she pauses wondering if he'll force himself into her mouth, if he'll take control. Their eyes gaze into each other's and she sees the small allowance he is willing to give. The problem is she loves to tease and so she strives to take a little more control even in her vulnerable position. A slow suck, a small flick with the tip of her tongue is given before she turns her head to the side to pull his cock from her lips.

Inching forward the jeans are now around her knees exposing the smooth skin of her thighs. Dipping her head she hopes his grip on her hair will be lenient and allow her this freedom. The tip of her nose brushes against the base of cock, nearly nuzzling against the hard length as her proceeds to lash out and lick his balls, tasting and teasing right at the base of his cock. Should he allow her the freedom her lips strive to envelop his sack.