( Imriel lifts his head and smiles before shaking his head. They have done exercises in control before that require her silence but today is not going to be one of them. He's feeling a bit possessive and he wants to hear all of her noises without any inhibition whatsoever. )
No, I want everything you want to give me, Caitlin. Every single moan or sigh.
( Words said, he dips back down between her thighs again and curls his around her clit for a moment before taking it away to use a lighter touch with less stimulation. )
[ in her promise not to move, she can only cut her eyes down to him there, between her thighs. fuck. that sight never gets old, and it’ll never get less sexier. how is she so lucky?
her next breath is a choked sigh, practically a squeak, as his tongue curls around her clit. the heat between her thighs builds, and it takes a thought to not roll her hips. ]
( Imriel knows that she's doing her very best to keep still for him, to be a good girl, and he loves that about Caitlin. There is a certain charm in when a partner chooses not to behave and he has to administer discipline but there are times when he simply wants the control of it all and Caitlin is good at judging when he wants which.
Her sounds are delicious and he wants more of them, enough that he slips his fingers into her - just two at first - and crooks them to find another spot that usually makes women lose control. He's thankful that he grew up in Terre d'Ange where he could have access to a volume Tres Milles Joies and learn every way to please a partner in stunning detail. He is shocked there isn't a copy in the city. )
[ she could say fuck it. fuck it and move just as much as she wants to. move and risk his 'wrath.' though it wouldn't be truly wrath; he's never struck her or punished her out of anger. and she never expects that he would. imriel can be rough and forceful, and he knows she likes that, but he's never... he's never.
caitlin isn't going to say fuck it. especially not when his fingers push into her, stretching her. they move in that 'come hither' motion, and the moan that escapes her is only slightly muffled by the way she bites down on her bottom lip. her walls tighten around those digits as he does it again and again, another moan sounding in the room. ]
( Caitlin has decided not to misbehave this time, decided to be a good girl for him today, and he rewards her by sucking lightly at her instead of simply teasing around her clitoris with his tongue. He wants her to come and spectacularly; they can have a harsher scene later if she truly desires it (and he will likely want it) but for now he simply wants to reward her for being his. )
[ the sigh she breathes out comes as a whine, high-pitched and needy, practically begging him without words. he crooks his fingers inside her and sucks lightly on her clit, and she is desperate for more. her hands ball into fists above her head to keep from digging her fingers into his hair. her legs tremble with the desire to move. to buck her hips. to close her thighs around his head. she pants out her breaths. ]
( Caitlin is close. He has been with her enough times by now to know all her little noises, all the times that she is desperate for him and cannot take any more teasing even if he'd like to go further still so he focuses for a moment before lifting his head. )
[ his words are like a crack in the dam. her release erupts from her with a wordless cry. her back bows, lifting he torso from the mattress, and her bent leg leans into his head as her other thigh shifts, trying to keep him in place. her vision explodes into stars. her body trembles. ]
( Caitlin comes beautifully and always has. Imriel soothes her through it, speaking the softest words to her as he can about how good she is and how much he cares about her. He strokes her skin from thighs to belly to her face and brushes his thumb along her cheek. )
[ her body still trembles as she comes down, her head swimming as he whispers such sweet, loving things to her. he's too good. there's no way she deserves him. he takes such good care of her.
she laughs quietly at his words. ] I'm hardly perfect.
[ caitlin's lips curl into a lazy, satisfied smile. she lifts her hands to cup his face with them, thumbs stroking along his cheekbones. surely she's allowed to move her hands now? or perhaps her intense orgasm makes her forget herself. ]
Then I'm glad I meet the measure. I'd hate to disappoint.
You never disappoint. I would tell you if you did but...you never do so it never comes up. I would never tell you that you did poorly unless it aroused you for me to do so.
( Imriel has never been cruel like some people and he imagines other Dominants might be more demanding than he is. He simply cannot be cruel to someone he cares for the way he does Caitlin. )
Are you sure? [ her eyes fix on his. ] Really sure?
[ asking for physical pain is one thing. asking him to be cruel to her, to speak harshly to her, is another. she still struggles with asking for things she wants, no matter who it is. ]
As certain as the sun. If it is what you like, I am well within my capability to do it. I prefer praise, as you know, but I am never against speaking harshly to you if it is contained within the bedroom.
( Imriel kisses her forehead lightly just to show affection. )
You simply have to let me praise you after we're done.
[ she closes her eyes for a moment, warmth from his affection washing over her. ]
Of course. I will take harsh words and praise. Maybe even mixing the two? [ does she have an idea already? perhaps. ] I'm serious about what I said earlier. Some time for the two of us where I'm not "allowed" [ air quotes ] to say no.
I will do that if it is what you want. Sometimes it is what I want but I feel like it is something at cross-purposes with the person I want to be. Knowing I'm allowed to do it and given proper license for it is different.
( The mere thought of it heats his blood and makes him want her again and that's ridiculous, to be riled by something so quickly. )
Whatever you need from me, I'll always give it. That's the sort of man I am.
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No, I want everything you want to give me, Caitlin. Every single moan or sigh.
( Words said, he dips back down between her thighs again and curls his around her clit for a moment before taking it away to use a lighter touch with less stimulation. )
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her next breath is a choked sigh, practically a squeak, as his tongue curls around her clit. the heat between her thighs builds, and it takes a thought to not roll her hips. ]
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Her sounds are delicious and he wants more of them, enough that he slips his fingers into her - just two at first - and crooks them to find another spot that usually makes women lose control. He's thankful that he grew up in Terre d'Ange where he could have access to a volume Tres Milles Joies and learn every way to please a partner in stunning detail. He is shocked there isn't a copy in the city. )
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caitlin isn't going to say fuck it. especially not when his fingers push into her, stretching her. they move in that 'come hither' motion, and the moan that escapes her is only slightly muffled by the way she bites down on her bottom lip. her walls tighten around those digits as he does it again and again, another moan sounding in the room. ]
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You may finish, mon coeur.
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No one is as perfect as you. Not a single person.
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she laughs quietly at his words. ] I'm hardly perfect.
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( Imriel strokes her skin, pale and soft, and his smile is just as soft. He loves that he has a submissive who will truly play with the dynamic. )
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Then I'm glad I meet the measure. I'd hate to disappoint.
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( Imriel has never been cruel like some people and he imagines other Dominants might be more demanding than he is. He simply cannot be cruel to someone he cares for the way he does Caitlin. )
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I don’t want to ask you to do anything you’re not comfortable with.
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( He does not think he would want to be on the receiving end of it but giving it? That, he can do if it makes her happy. )
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[ asking for physical pain is one thing. asking him to be cruel to her, to speak harshly to her, is another. she still struggles with asking for things she wants, no matter who it is. ]
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( Imriel kisses her forehead lightly just to show affection. )
You simply have to let me praise you after we're done.
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Of course. I will take harsh words and praise. Maybe even mixing the two? [ does she have an idea already? perhaps. ] I'm serious about what I said earlier. Some time for the two of us where I'm not "allowed" [ air quotes ] to say no.
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( The mere thought of it heats his blood and makes him want her again and that's ridiculous, to be riled by something so quickly. )
Whatever you need from me, I'll always give it. That's the sort of man I am.