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.
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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."