[ 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. ]
You know that I'll always reward you, do you not? I have always rewarded you. You simply need to follow my commands as given.
( The control is part of it for him, part of what makes it good for him, but he likes administering pain just as much so he hopes she does breach his rules so he can make good on his promises. )
If you fail, you will incur my hand as punishment and not pleasure.
[ she knows, she does. he has always been so good to her, especially when she is able to follow his commands. she can't recall a time that he's given her an order that will be as hard as this one to follow. and maybe that is on purpose. or he is testing her. a mix of both. ]
( Imriel digs his fingers into her thighs for a moment just to remind her that pain always goes with pleasure and vice versa but then he lowers his head to drag his tongue against her slowly. He has to build this up slowly and leave her on the edge over and over before he fulfills her desires; in this way, she will enjoy herself much more. Imriel is certain of it. )
[ the press of his fingers on her thighs, into the flesh of her thighs, makes caitlin want to squirm. she already senses what he has in mind when he makes the command for her to stay still; he’s going to drag this out as long as possible. drive her crazy. force her to break her promise to obey. she loves him for it, loves the way he challenges her.
her breath releases as a shaky exhale as his tongue drags against her. her fingers twitch above her head. ]
( 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. ]
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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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( The control is part of it for him, part of what makes it good for him, but he likes administering pain just as much so he hopes she does breach his rules so he can make good on his promises. )
If you fail, you will incur my hand as punishment and not pleasure.
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I understand, Sir. I will follow your commands.
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( Imriel digs his fingers into her thighs for a moment just to remind her that pain always goes with pleasure and vice versa but then he lowers his head to drag his tongue against her slowly. He has to build this up slowly and leave her on the edge over and over before he fulfills her desires; in this way, she will enjoy herself much more. Imriel is certain of it. )
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her breath releases as a shaky exhale as his tongue drags against her. her fingers twitch above her head. ]
Should I stay quiet as well, Sir?
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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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