Sir William Thatcher (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
ifhebelievesenough) wrote2016-12-06 10:11 am
ifhebelievesenough) wrote2016-12-06 10:11 am
For Devi D. NSFW
William smiled as his hands gently strummed over Devi's skin. She was laid back across the padded counter top. As he walked around her, he admired how the light from the candles shown across her skin, and how her body shifted under his gaze. He bent to kiss her lips, as he moved, a slow, deliberate pace. As he crested the top of the counter, he pulled her hands up, showing her where wrists would be tied, letting her feel the points they would lay and the restraints that were there, waiting.
His hand stroked down her arm and across one breast, fingers tweaking the nipple there as he moved, then moving lower. Across the smooth skin of her belly, he stroked, a firm, slow touch, designed not to be ticklish, or light, but not to be harsh, either. A reminder, of sorts, of his control, that control that would be exerted if she still said yes.
Down her body and across the thigh, close but not touching her pussy, his hand moved, and down again, across her legs, feeling the muscles there, and his smile rising again. He loved her shape, the sheer completeness of it, and he loved to touch and appreciate it in words and touches, both. As his hand found her foot, he reached and found the other, too, again, pulling slightly to show her, without words, where the restraints were, where her feet would be held and how.
All of this in silence, he did, and he smiled as he paced up her other side, to once more kiss her.
"Hello, lovely." His voice was soft, but sure, and he smiled again, the counter next to the one she lay on catching his eyes, his gaze roaming over the toys laid out there and earning an approving nod. Just a few, today, for this new attempt. Just a few things to try, and experience, together.
His hand stroked down her arm and across one breast, fingers tweaking the nipple there as he moved, then moving lower. Across the smooth skin of her belly, he stroked, a firm, slow touch, designed not to be ticklish, or light, but not to be harsh, either. A reminder, of sorts, of his control, that control that would be exerted if she still said yes.
Down her body and across the thigh, close but not touching her pussy, his hand moved, and down again, across her legs, feeling the muscles there, and his smile rising again. He loved her shape, the sheer completeness of it, and he loved to touch and appreciate it in words and touches, both. As his hand found her foot, he reached and found the other, too, again, pulling slightly to show her, without words, where the restraints were, where her feet would be held and how.
All of this in silence, he did, and he smiled as he paced up her other side, to once more kiss her.
"Hello, lovely." His voice was soft, but sure, and he smiled again, the counter next to the one she lay on catching his eyes, his gaze roaming over the toys laid out there and earning an approving nod. Just a few, today, for this new attempt. Just a few things to try, and experience, together.
Wow, sorry about that length.
She wasn't sure where those items had gotten off to, only remembering the quiet instruction to disrobe and lay out on his table. Her heartbeat jack hammered just as it had then, as William came back into the room.
It took restraint to not touch him back as he inspected her and she stole what contact she could, from the kiss to her hands cupping around his forearms as he pulled her hands up to the restraints. She tilted her head up to watch him, lips parted in an already obvious arousal. Keeping her arms there for the moment, she relished his roaming touch and attention to her already tight nipples, and her stomach gave a single tremor of anticipation at his firm, slow touch. Her body ached for more and they'd barely started, but the electric awareness that trailed after his palm had been haunting.
She watched him circle back up to her side and she cupped his face in her hands as he kissed her again, letting them fall back to her sides as he straightened.
"Hello," she returned with a soft, warm smile. Part of her wanted to add something onto the end of that but she wasn't sure what would fit or what he wanted. The steel collar in the box she'd brought with her came with lusty anticipation and a question or three. "Sir? Master?" she continued, with a teasing tone, choosing to approach it with a little humor instead of waiting for it to be brought up.
No worries! Sorry about my slowness!
"Three sessions we will do, to test the waters, and if, at the end of those, you wish to keep this part of us going, then you offer me that collar. A sign of the connection being your choice, and made in knowledge, not just passion." He winked at her, eyes warm. He would and could command her, in the session, but for the moment, he wanted her to know what he did, hear his words, and know she could speak freely.
"For now, we can try things, and see how it feels, all of it, for both of us. See what level of formality, and control, works for both of us, and what level of hard core-ness works for both of us. Feel free to speak up, or to use your right hand to slap the table three times. If you say stop, or do that, I will stop whatever is going on, and we can discuss it and find out what is wrong, whether it is something you don't like, or something that feels off, somehow, or even something you want more intense."
As he spoke, his hands traced down her body to tease both of her nipples, light soft touches, followed in turn by sharp tweaks of the tips of them, alternating as he watched her face.
"When you go home, and before our next session, you will need to think of a word, an uncommon one, to say instead of stop, as that word can get garbled easily by breath and erotic play. A more complex word, in the moment, comes through, whatever is going on."
He nodded and paced to one side, slowly pulling his hands back to just gently rest on her skin there on that side, not heavily, but confidently. "Do you understand? Have any questions or objections?"
no subject
The tweaks to her nipples had her inhaling a little half gasp that faded out in her throat, lips parting at the initial rush, body twitching up into the sweet assault. Her skin buzzed with anticipation, settling into a low static between her legs.
"Yes, I understand." Her lips twitched into a crooked smirk. "No questions or objections... Except that you explained that very well." And it made her wonder how many other women he'd done this to but it wasn't her place or right to ask and to do so now would be in very poor taste. There was something about the atmosphere he'd created that brought her a little forethought before she let things just fall out of her mouth.
"I trust you."