[ caitlin leans into his touch, her scalp tingling as his fingers moved and stroked. fuck, she loves it when he plays with her hair. and pulls on it, sometimes hard enough to force her head back and forcing her mouth open with a gasp.
she climbs to her feet. ]
Sitting? Lying down? [ she takes up a spot on the edge of the bed, legs dangling. ] I am putty in your hands.
[ she trusts him implicitly, of course. the reinforcement just adds to that security. and it’s a turn-on.
caitlin swings her legs up and turns so that she can lay on her back, just like she would do at his side at night. she wiggles her feet at him as she puts her arms slightly out to her sides, waiting for his next instruction. ]
You really are the best submissive, Caitlin. I never have to tell you anything twice. I like that about that.
( Imriel strokes his fingers down the length of her and back up, cupping her breasts and toying with her nipple piercings for a moment before taking a length of rope to bind her hands over her head. )
[ her nipples tighten, harden into peaks, as he toys with them. she wiggles slightly in the bed as if settling into the mattress further. getting comfortable. caitlin lifts her arms over her head, hands against the headboard for him. ]
My obedience without question or hesitation? Yes, it’s only for you.
Good. I would not like to share that with someone else. Love as you wish, of course, but I still have my little jealousies.
( Imriel supposes he doesn't need the ties but he likes the look of them and moves to fetch the lengths of silken rope he prefers for this. He only binds her hands together above her head and not to the headboard itself. That may come later on. )
[ she looks at him as she twists her wrists in the bindings. not that she thinks his knots will give or the rope is loose. it’s a habit, to test whatever bondage she’s in. it’s reassuring, know she’s secure.
of course, she gets jealous. caitlin is jealous of everyone else that barry dates. everyone else that imriel may have sex with. it’s ridiculous and impractical, and she’d never act on it. she isn’t about to limit anyone. ]
I do. Sometimes I wonder what you do with other people.
I don't bring my heart into it. It is not nearly the same. It is just spending time with someone and not anything completely meaningful. Hence, I keep my jealousy to myself. Just because I limit my heart to you does not mean you limit yours to me. I haven't been here that long.
( It isn't the way of a D'Angelline to harbor jealousy but he does, unfortunately, and it is something he constantly pushes down and away. He smothers those thoughts by kissing her instead, hoping that he will not say anything else troubling. )
[ she opens her mouth to tell him that jealousy is normal. it’s part of being human, some ancient ingrained instinct that no doubt has something to do with resources or lineage or some other nonsense. humans may be more enlightened now, but that doesn’t kill those thoughts. she wants to tell him he can vent his jealousies with her, speak his mind.
instead, he steals her breath and her train of thought with that kiss. she wants to put her fingers in his hair, her hands even lift from the bed, but she puts them back down. ]
( When Imriel breaks the kiss, he's a bit breathless and he knows that his control will not be as tight as it had been. He always keeps his control except with Caitlin, it seems, because there are emotions involved between them. )
I want you for myself. It isn't possible or fair and I know this but sometimes I do want it.
[ she’s breathing hard, her lips red and her cheeks flushed pink. her legs press together, thighs rubbing against each other in desperate need for contact. she loves that he lets his control slip with her, that he struggles with it in her presence. it gives her an odd sense of achievement. ]
We can have our moments. A day, a weekend. A week. Say the word.
Do not let me interfere with your other relationships. I mean it. I demand it.
( That is a command, strange as it is to issue one for that reason. Imriel thinks he's let her sit long enough, however, so he lowers his mouth to her breasts to kiss them, teeth teasing lightly at the piercings; they are not common where he is from but he loves them on Caitlin and toys with them whenever he gets the chance. )
[ caitlin just said her submission without question is all for him. but this command, she can’t help but want to argue with it. sometimes she wants to feel that deep, thorough possessiveness. to be swept up in it, caged by it. ]
It’s not interfer— [ her breath catches in her throat as he places an open-mouthed kiss over his nipple. she can feel his teeth catch on her piercing, turning it and sliding it back and forth. god, there’s nearly no sensation like it.
she draws a breath and tried again. ] It’s not interfering if it’s only for a short time. If I ask for it.
( Imriel loves that sound and lifts his head, rolls the piercing between thumb and forefinger before tugging at it a bit. He doesn't think it will be particularly painful but it will be a sharper touch, a sharper edge. He is able to be with someone without it but he prefers delivering a little pain and getting gasps in response. Some in this place as Dominants in name only. He is not in their number. )
What if on those days you could not tell me no. Would you allow it?
[ a soft whimper escapes her as he tugs. she wants more, she always wants more. and she knows he’ll give it, without even asking for it. he knows what she likes, what she wants. she likes to think she knows the same about him, though she could be wrong.
her legs shift restlessly on the bed. ]
God, yes, [ she sighs the answer out. ] I’ve fantasized about that.
( He lowers his mouth to her other breast then, scraping his teeth along the curve of it to ensure there's a mark there that will last a day or two. He wants to ease into the pain, let her enjoy it. Too much and it is unpleasant and not enough means he won't enjoy it as much.
He moves his mouth then, biting at her shoulder lightly, and presses his fingers into her skin harder than before. )
[ the press of imriel’s teeth leave redness in their wake. she’ll spend time admiring it and his other marks later on. this is merely the warm-up; if she were a car person, she’d make some analogy here about starting and revving the engine.
she groans as his fingers pinch, her hands pressing to the headboard. her back arches slightly, pushing her breasts closer. ]
( Imriel moves down and slips his hand between her thighs while still kissing her breast and this is one of those moments where he's very glad that he's quite tall. He curls his hand around her thigh and pushes his thumb in hard enough to bruise it. )
[ when his hand slides between her thighs, she’s anticipating a very different touch. his grip on her flesh isn’t disappointing. hardly. and she knows he’ll touch her whenever he’s ready to do so. whenever he feels she’s waited long enough.
her breath comes out as a hiss, her head lolling to one side to watch him. ]
( Possessive to a fault and it is a failing of his. He knows that he must bury that jealousy except that Caitlin has encouraged it and asked him to name the day and time for him to just simply take her and have her. He brushes his fingers between her folds softly this time, a shift from his harsher touch. )
[ calling her a canvas summons great images in her mind. she pictures it literally, imriel with an artist's palette in one hand and a brush in the other, drawing lines and swirls and shapes in every color along her naked skin. then, she imagines it in the actual context: bruises ringing her throat, her wrists, marks on her ass and the backs of her thighs. pain laced with pleasure mapped over her body. it's wonderful.
a soft, needy noise escapes her. his fingers are long, thick, the touch making her want to shimmy so he brushes where she most wants the connection. one leg bends at the knee, planting her foot on the sheets. and leans outward, an attempt at opening herself to him. ]
( On another day, it might result in a slight punishment where he took his fingers away and dangled pleasure in front of her for a while before letting her have it again. Not today. Imriel isn't inclined to withhold his touch from her just now, only to make it unbearable and back away so that when she does finish, it is monumental and not momentary.
He keeps his touches light and teasing, fingers trailing along her thighs and between them without focusing on any one spot. He flicks his fingertip against her clitoris. )
[ caitlin works so hard at staying still, or rather at staying in the position he wants her in. when he doesn’t scold her for bending her leg, she leaves it as is; it’s not quite disobedience as much as letting her need and desire overrule her will.
she closes her eyes, trying to focus on his fingers and the random paths they take. the touch is teasing and maddening, light. the flick causes her hips to shift restlessly. ]
Does that have a benefit to me? [ a pause, realizing how that sounds ] I’m not saying no. If it would please you, then I would. I’m just curious.
It could feel pleasurable when I touch it, yes, provided it was done correctly. However, a lot of it would simply be the look of it. It's just an errant thought.
( Imriel plays with her a little more, smiling when she gets wet under his fingertips, and then he gives her a broad smile. )
I want you to stay perfectly still when I bring you off. I want you to be good for me. Are you able to be good for me?
[ 'provided it was done correctly.' his explanation both worried her and piqued her interest. she knew that male genital piercings could be incredibly pleasurable for both partners. if he asked her to pierce this most intimate part of herself, could she ask the same from him?
these are all things to think about when they aren't engaged in this. ] I want to be good.
[ it's a hard ask. she's vocal, she writhes, she bucks. even when she's tied down, she fights her bonds as she comes. ]
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she climbs to her feet. ]
Sitting? Lying down? [ she takes up a spot on the edge of the bed, legs dangling. ] I am putty in your hands.
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( Caitlin should know that by now, yes, but he likes to reinforce that he is experienced in this sort of play even though he is quite young. )
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[ she trusts him implicitly, of course. the reinforcement just adds to that security. and it’s a turn-on.
caitlin swings her legs up and turns so that she can lay on her back, just like she would do at his side at night. she wiggles her feet at him as she puts her arms slightly out to her sides, waiting for his next instruction. ]
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( Imriel strokes his fingers down the length of her and back up, cupping her breasts and toying with her nipple piercings for a moment before taking a length of rope to bind her hands over her head. )
Is it only for me?
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My obedience without question or hesitation? Yes, it’s only for you.
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( Imriel supposes he doesn't need the ties but he likes the look of them and moves to fetch the lengths of silken rope he prefers for this. He only binds her hands together above her head and not to the headboard itself. That may come later on. )
I am sure you have the same ones, don't you?
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[ she looks at him as she twists her wrists in the bindings. not that she thinks his knots will give or the rope is loose. it’s a habit, to test whatever bondage she’s in. it’s reassuring, know she’s secure.
of course, she gets jealous. caitlin is jealous of everyone else that barry dates. everyone else that imriel may have sex with. it’s ridiculous and impractical, and she’d never act on it. she isn’t about to limit anyone. ]
I do. Sometimes I wonder what you do with other people.
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( It isn't the way of a D'Angelline to harbor jealousy but he does, unfortunately, and it is something he constantly pushes down and away. He smothers those thoughts by kissing her instead, hoping that he will not say anything else troubling. )
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instead, he steals her breath and her train of thought with that kiss. she wants to put her fingers in his hair, her hands even lift from the bed, but she puts them back down. ]
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I want you for myself. It isn't possible or fair and I know this but sometimes I do want it.
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We can have our moments. A day, a weekend. A week. Say the word.
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( That is a command, strange as it is to issue one for that reason. Imriel thinks he's let her sit long enough, however, so he lowers his mouth to her breasts to kiss them, teeth teasing lightly at the piercings; they are not common where he is from but he loves them on Caitlin and toys with them whenever he gets the chance. )
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It’s not interfer— [ her breath catches in her throat as he places an open-mouthed kiss over his nipple. she can feel his teeth catch on her piercing, turning it and sliding it back and forth. god, there’s nearly no sensation like it.
she draws a breath and tried again. ] It’s not interfering if it’s only for a short time. If I ask for it.
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What if on those days you could not tell me no. Would you allow it?
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her legs shift restlessly on the bed. ]
God, yes, [ she sighs the answer out. ] I’ve fantasized about that.
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( He lowers his mouth to her other breast then, scraping his teeth along the curve of it to ensure there's a mark there that will last a day or two. He wants to ease into the pain, let her enjoy it. Too much and it is unpleasant and not enough means he won't enjoy it as much.
He moves his mouth then, biting at her shoulder lightly, and presses his fingers into her skin harder than before. )
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she groans as his fingers pinch, her hands pressing to the headboard. her back arches slightly, pushing her breasts closer. ]
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They'll know whose hands they were.
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her breath comes out as a hiss, her head lolling to one side to watch him. ]
They’ll wish they were theirs.
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( Possessive to a fault and it is a failing of his. He knows that he must bury that jealousy except that Caitlin has encouraged it and asked him to name the day and time for him to just simply take her and have her. He brushes his fingers between her folds softly this time, a shift from his harsher touch. )
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a soft, needy noise escapes her. his fingers are long, thick, the touch making her want to shimmy so he brushes where she most wants the connection. one leg bends at the knee, planting her foot on the sheets. and leans outward, an attempt at opening herself to him. ]
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He keeps his touches light and teasing, fingers trailing along her thighs and between them without focusing on any one spot. He flicks his fingertip against her clitoris. )
What if I asked you to pierce it?
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she closes her eyes, trying to focus on his fingers and the random paths they take. the touch is teasing and maddening, light. the flick causes her hips to shift restlessly. ]
Does that have a benefit to me? [ a pause, realizing how that sounds ] I’m not saying no. If it would please you, then I would. I’m just curious.
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( Imriel plays with her a little more, smiling when she gets wet under his fingertips, and then he gives her a broad smile. )
I want you to stay perfectly still when I bring you off. I want you to be good for me. Are you able to be good for me?
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these are all things to think about when they aren't engaged in this. ] I want to be good.
[ it's a hard ask. she's vocal, she writhes, she bucks. even when she's tied down, she fights her bonds as she comes. ]
I'm going to try very hard.
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