[It won't take long, not when she's nearly as keyed up as he is. Each snarl, each desperate little gasp, each time he reacts and stares up at her in mingled desire and fury, leaves her trembling in the best possible way. Her wrist snaps faster, and she finally reaches for the vibrator, gasping as she turns it on (the lowest setting, of course, she's not nearly used to them) and sets it against her clit.]
Perhaps I'll just leave you here.
[She says it breathlessly, her voice trembling, and yet there's still steel in her gaze.]
All tied up for me, helpless to do anything but bow to my whims and hope that I'll be kind . . . just lying here, waiting for me to use you again in a few hours. All nice and hard for me, ready to be ridden, ready to be used by me, for me . . . you'd love that, wouldn't you, Stephen?
[She has more to say (she always has more to say), but that, it seems, is the last she can speak. Within a few seconds she's leaning back, falling against the bed as she arches herself up. Her hips snap up, and fuck, but it's a good orgasm: she tightens around the toy a fair few times, thrusting it up shamelessly in her, writhing a little as she rides it out.
He's still aching beside her. But for her, at least, it's quiet. Her heart thumps in her ears, and she pants up at the ceiling for a few moments. She tugs the dildo out with a wince, turning the vibrator off. She sits up, staring down at him with hazy eyes.]
Look at you.
[She says it smugly. It's not the gradiose things of before, but rather a spoiled child's triumph, utterly befitting this game of theirs. Shifting, she straddles him once more-- and then, kindly, reaches forward, tugging at his handcuffs. Why not? No matter what he does, she's won. And there's almost no chance he won't throw her down and fuck her til he comes in her, but that's not such a bad thing.]
[ it's difficult to overstate how much stephen would. even with his dick aching like it'll legitimately strain, with his heart ready to explode out of his chest, the images flood in as readily as her words do: him pinned to this damn bed for hours and hours, agonizingly hard the whole time, only to know relief now and then. not complete relief, either, not with the cockring on, but just her using him for her own pleasure—riding him until she's had her fill, just like she's fucking herself with that toy.
when she comes his dick jerks in the ring, aching and near-helpless. ]
Fuck.
[ wearied, his voice raw. through the red haze of the drugs there's a thread of something he knows he'll feel in force later, that rare prickle of what he knows to be humiliation. he's usually good at suppressing it, at not feeling it at all.
when she straddles him he's still not above leaning up, trying to get at her mouth, her collarbones, any skin he can touch with his mouth. the click of the handcuffs comes as that last and best surprise—
and then he's gripping her wrist, twisting to push her under him, reaching down to snap off the cockring with such a rush of relief it's almost unbearable. ]
I can't fucking believe you. [ but it's not real outrage, maybe incredulity, as he shoves her legs apart—
slides his cock in, where she's so yielding and wet from the dildo, fuck. ]
[She's laughing in giddy delight as he flips them over, leaning up to crashing their mouths together in a messy kiss. His cock slides home, fitting so nicely into her, far better than the dildo could ever be. One leg wraps around his hips, and she falls back, lying against the mattress, smirking up at him.]
It's no less-- nn-- no less than you deserve--
[She tips her head back, her hands coming up over her head, a mocking imitation of submission.]
S-someday-- someday I'll do that, all that, to you, I promise you--
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Perhaps I'll just leave you here.
[She says it breathlessly, her voice trembling, and yet there's still steel in her gaze.]
All tied up for me, helpless to do anything but bow to my whims and hope that I'll be kind . . . just lying here, waiting for me to use you again in a few hours. All nice and hard for me, ready to be ridden, ready to be used by me, for me . . . you'd love that, wouldn't you, Stephen?
[She has more to say (she always has more to say), but that, it seems, is the last she can speak. Within a few seconds she's leaning back, falling against the bed as she arches herself up. Her hips snap up, and fuck, but it's a good orgasm: she tightens around the toy a fair few times, thrusting it up shamelessly in her, writhing a little as she rides it out.
He's still aching beside her. But for her, at least, it's quiet. Her heart thumps in her ears, and she pants up at the ceiling for a few moments. She tugs the dildo out with a wince, turning the vibrator off. She sits up, staring down at him with hazy eyes.]
Look at you.
[She says it smugly. It's not the gradiose things of before, but rather a spoiled child's triumph, utterly befitting this game of theirs. Shifting, she straddles him once more-- and then, kindly, reaches forward, tugging at his handcuffs. Why not? No matter what he does, she's won. And there's almost no chance he won't throw her down and fuck her til he comes in her, but that's not such a bad thing.]
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when she comes his dick jerks in the ring, aching and near-helpless. ]
Fuck.
[ wearied, his voice raw. through the red haze of the drugs there's a thread of something he knows he'll feel in force later, that rare prickle of what he knows to be humiliation. he's usually good at suppressing it, at not feeling it at all.
when she straddles him he's still not above leaning up, trying to get at her mouth, her collarbones, any skin he can touch with his mouth. the click of the handcuffs comes as that last and best surprise—
and then he's gripping her wrist, twisting to push her under him, reaching down to snap off the cockring with such a rush of relief it's almost unbearable. ]
I can't fucking believe you. [ but it's not real outrage, maybe incredulity, as he shoves her legs apart—
slides his cock in, where she's so yielding and wet from the dildo, fuck. ]
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It's no less-- nn-- no less than you deserve--
[She tips her head back, her hands coming up over her head, a mocking imitation of submission.]
S-someday-- someday I'll do that, all that, to you, I promise you--