The Mansion

[DarkWarrioress]

Her trip to the kitchen was enlightening. M was up and about somewhere. She poured her coffee, added the french vanilla creamer and she sauntered back to her study. More than likely, he was off exploring. She'd leave him to it. Idly, she wondered how much of last night he remembered.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

Entering the library was a totally different experience. It was a huge room. He looked miniature compared to the stacks of books that started from the floor and went all the way up to the ceiling. The library was divided into different sections - Fiction, Photography, Business, Adult, Literature, Music, Cooking, Health and Sport, Technology, Gardening...you name it...it was there. He started walking through one of the isles, his head turning from one side to the other...it was well lighted...as opposed to the dark corridor that Cait had dragged him through...

Just hours ago, he remembered...he was standing before the gorgeous Lady. She had removed his blindfold as soon they had entered this room. It was different from most of the other rooms he had visited so far. It had windows. But they were closed. The interesting thing was that there was no light coming in through them. Not even moonlight. The room was small and dark. She had let him roam freely for a few minutes although there wasn't much space to move about. He noticed something in the corner of the room that immediately struck his attention. It was some kind of bench, made out of wood, and shaped like an inverted V. It had a leather cushion platform on top and two long metal poles that protruded out in a V shape. One end of the structure had a long horizontal wooden plates on each side, with straps on them, just like wings.

The next thing he remembered was being blinded once again, this time not with the scarf but something made of leather. And then the soft caresses of...something...probably a feather or something very ticklish...were felt across his neck area. He squirmed, as she teased him.

He was on the floor once again. Kneeling. The surface was rough. Then he felt something against his cheek. It was cold. And it sent a shiver through his spine. It was her sword that she had pulled out and the edge was now resting against his flesh. What did she have in mind?

A book suddenly caught his attention as he was walking through the 2nd isle...he stopped. Climbed the ladder and carefully pulled it out from the shelves.

After browsing it for a while, he started feeling hungry. And he really wanted to see Cait. And find out what exactly happened last night. He wasn't sure she would tell him, but he still wanted to try and ask. He decided to head out of the library after spending an hour in there looking at a couple of other books related to technology and music.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

*appears in the Master Bedroom, closes and locks the door as she starts to get ready for tonight's festivities at the Outlook.*

 

[Mav Unlimited]

He looked in the kitchen, in the study, went downstairs to the cellar and even ventured into the room behind it, being careful not to get drawn in this time. She was nowhere to be found. After eating a sandwich and relaxing for a while in the entertainment room with some soft soothing music, he came back upstairs and headed to his bedroom for a quick shower.

As he stood under the hot water, he thought of all the events that had happened during the last 48 hours...

Back in the bedroom, undressed, he went to the closet which he had discovered earlier, and pulled out a fresh new pair of clothes for himself. Cait was indeed a thoughtful hostess. He wondered when he would get to see her again, as he ascended the steps, heading towards the entrance...

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Choices, choices, choices... what to wear tonight... Hmmm. Her eyes went from piece to piece as she tried to decide, pajamas? A set of baby dolls perhaps? Her eyes meandered on as she contemplated.. lingerie perhaps? A slow smiled formed. She had a love for it. Her chest of drawers were filled with it, panties, bras, garter belts and stockings (her favorite)... now what exactly to choose.

Fingertips went over piece by piece until she came to one lovely piece...

"Oooo, you beautiful darling. I almost forgot I had you."

She removed the padded hanger from the railing, holding the dangling piece up for inspection. A slow, thoroughly wicked smile crossed her lips. Aye. This was the piece. Now what about.... her fingers began rummaging through a certain drawer....

 

[Mav Unlimited]

As he drove down the long road leading up to the Mansion, his mind drifted back to her. He was pretty sure she was somewhere in the Mansion. Maybe in her Bedroom. That was one room he had not explored yet. It was off limits. A smile crossed his face as he thought of something from yesterday's conversation. Maybe she was asleep in her room. Or maybe taking a bath...He grinned to himself, imagining her in the bathtub...

His car came to a screeching halt as he almost hit a pedestrian. His heart skipped a beat. He started driving more carefully, not letting any distracting thoughts enter his mind.

On his way back from the grocery store, he filled the car up with gas. It had been more than 36 hours since he had breathed the fresh air outside. It felt nice. But he wanted to go back. Back to that place that had captivated him.

Upon entering the great room once again, he listened for any noises coming from nearby. None. Damn it.

He decided to find Cait's bedroom. He was not going to enter it without permission. But maybe he would get lucky and see her, if the door was open...or something...he wasn't sure what he would do exactly...he just wanted to talk to her. Dressed in a new pair of khakis, and a red short-sleeve, button down shirt, he climbed the stairs and headed towards the Master Bedroom.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

She was coming out of the bedroom dressed in a light overcoat. Nothing of what she had chosen to wear for tonight was even a hint.. except maybe her three inch heels and the hint of black stockings.

She was closing the door and turning when she almost smacked into M. She smiled. She couldn't help it. Her eyes gave him the once over.

"You're not coming to the pajama party then?"

 

[Mav Unlimited]

He saw the Lady in the overcoat and smiled to himself...stepping back a bit as they almost crashed into each other.

An overcoat? That was strange. Although she still looked classy.

"What pajama party?", he asked puzzled.

fading into the RW for a while

 

[DarkWarrioress]

He saw the Lady in the overcoat and smiled to himself...stepping back a bit as they almost crashed into each other.

An overcoat? That was strange. Although she still looked classy.

"What pajama party?", he asked puzzled.

fading into the RW for a while

"I thought I mentioned it last night? Oh well... the Outlook, it over looks the ocean. it's wonderful place. I went there when I first came to Lit. Milady Thyri is hosting a pajama party. So go change and I'll meet you there. You can't miss it."

The air stirred around her and she faded from his sight. She reappeared just outside the Outlook.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

She's still laughing as she tugs Noon in through the sliding doors from the gardens into her room. The walk from the Outlook didn't take long at all.

 

[Noon_Shadow]

She's still laughing as she tugs Noon in through the sliding doors from the gardens into her room. The walk from the Outlook didn't take long at all.

Noon practically dragged Cait up against her as soon as they reach the doorway of her room. His body pushes against hers, pressing her against the wall, the intensity of his hunger, his need, coming forth as he nearly pins her into the wall. His hands slide around her, he cups a hand under her thigh, lifting her leg up against his side as he slides his lips down to her neck, kissing and licking against her sweet skin. He holds her leg against him with one hand, and his other hand is moving all over her tight, delectable figure. He growls softly as he glances up at her eyes.

"About time I paid off this debt. Or perhaps it's you who had the debt-we can discuss the semantics of it later." He kisses her mouth again, hungrily, and his hand slide up into her hair, curling against it, nearly pulling on it as he held ravaged her lips.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Noon practically dragged Cait up against her as soon as they reach the doorway of her room. His body pushes against hers, pressing her against the wall, the intensity of his hunger, his need, coming forth as he nearly pins her into the wall. His hands slide around her, he cups a hand under her thigh, lifting her leg up against his side as he slides his lips down to her neck, kissing and licking against her sweet skin. He holds her leg against him with one hand, and his other hand is moving all over her tight, delectable figure. He growls softly as he glances up at her eyes.

"About time I paid off this debt. Or perhaps it's you who had the debt-we can discuss the semantics of it later." He kisses her mouth again, hungrily, and his hand slide up into her hair, curling against it, nearly pulling on it as he held ravaged her lips.

Her laughter quickly turned to silence as she hooks her heel around his leg; her head tipping sideways slightly with a soft unrecognizable sound of pleasure before her eyes open and she stares back into his eyes. Before she can even answer, his lips are ravaging hers again. Her palm slide against his ribs, her fingers pressing into them.

Tearing her mouth away from his, she sinks her teeth lightly into his neck. "Right now, I could care less about a debt, Rogue."

Snaking a hand between them, her nails rake across the front of his boxers. "Looks like there won't be much to getting you out of clothing."

 

[Noon_Shadow]

He nodded back in response to her words, feeling her teeth on his neck, reciprocating. He moved his hand down and then slapped it against her ass before holding it there, cupping the plush firmness of it in his grasp as he kept his body pressed against hers. He shifted his hips lightly as he felt her hands trailing over his arousal, his poorly concealed cock straining against the material. He grinned down at her face, his eyes shining into hers.

"I suppose that's the thrill and magic of a pajama party." His hand slid down her front, deftly releasing the clips holding her top to her garters, and then trailed back up her hips to her waist and then gap in her cleavage occupied by the small emerald. He held it in his hand once again, his fingers brushing against the sides of her breasts, before he cupped a full breast in his hand and squeezed it.

He then grin twistedly, wickedly, and hooked her leg with his, taking her down, fairly hard, catching her head to keep it from banging into the floor as he fell down on top of her. He was certain she could take the punishment, and the ideas of inflicting more "punishment" on her in the future dance in his head. But for now, he's in a big hurry to finish ideas started long ago. His hips grinded down against hers as he held her weight down beneath his.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

"Whatever works," her lips quirked, "Such talented fingers, Noon. Not that I expected otherwise."

She felt his fingers deftly releasing her stockings from their confinement. She felt his knuckles brush against her breasts as he fingered her emerald. She pressed her breast into his hand as he cupped and squeezed it.

He drove the air from her lungs as she felt her back hit the bedroom floor. Her hips ground up against his in response. Her eyes did narrow at him but she'd see about getting even for that little maneuver another time.

 

[Noon_Shadow]

"My fingers are only getting started, darlin'." He grinned at her impudently as she narrowed her eyes at him, but he wasn't even close to forfeiting the offensive. He kissed down the front of Cait's neck, into her neckline, and then his lips were against the soft swell of her breasts as he moved his mouth lower. He kissed the insides of them, what flesh was bared to him beyond her top, as another hand slipped around behind her, searching for ties or hooks in the back. He manages to untie her one handedly, looking up into her eyes heatedly.

"I've been eager to fuck you senseless for a long time now, beautiful." He grinned at her wickedly as he lowered the top of her outfit enough to bare a breast to his sight, and then his mouth was on it, his wet lips caressing the bud of the nipple before his tongue subjected itself to her. He flicked at it with his mouth and then took it into his mouth and moaned against it. He did this while pressing a knee down between her thighs and grinding it up against her crotch, wiggling it against her while he sucked at her tit.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

His kisses left a trail of fire wherever they touched. Her fingers laced into his hair as lips continued to torment her soft skin. She was mildly surprised when he deftly undid her top The exposure tightened her nipple into a hard bud. But when his lips took possession of it, his tongue caressing it, she couldn't help but arch her back, her fingers tightening in his hair.

The pressure of his knee pressed and grinding against her crotch had her pressing back against it with a soft low moan.

 

[Noon_Shadow]

He couldn't help but relish the moment, having her open and vulnerable to his unrelenting and unmerciful ravishing. He delighted in the taste of her, and in the response of her to his touch, as she moaned softly, then arched up against his mouth, while grinding against his knee. He played her body rather like a finely tuned violin, fingers and mouth and legs working in concert. He knew what he was doing, and did it both well and timely. She curled her fingers against his hair and pulled him in tighter against her breasts, where he was only so happy to go. He sucked her nipple deep into his mouth, the suction creating a seal on her skin as he felt the bud hardening on his tongue.

He managed, with his other hand, to extricate the other breast from the top that was stubbornly still clinging to her chest, a poor protector of her virtues and assets. He cupped the other breast in his palm and his fingertips pinched at the nipple, tugging on it, teasing it. With is other free hand, he moved his fingers down her side, gently teasing against possibly ticklish areas before he found the stap of her panties. He did not take immediate action against it, simply idly twirling it in his fingers, toying with her underwear in a casual way that let her know he was very confident in what he was doing and what he would do.

So he remained there, on top of her, on the floor, happily plying her body with hsi mouth and fingers on her chest, his eyes closed as he listened to the noises she made for him, his knee still grinding with practiced precision right up into her center.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

The nipple he enjoying couldn’t have hardened any more than it had, but she could feel the pull deep inside her, right below her belly button. Heat seemed to resonate from her nipple and spread throughout her body, consuming her. His hand freeing her other breast served to only make her arch her upper back off the floor. As his fingers played along her body finding ticklish parts, her muscles contracted away from his fingers.

He had thrown off his shirt back in the Outlook so her fingers found smooth planes to glide over. They moved slowly, discovering his body, fingertips assessing places that would bring a reaction from him or less of one.

She shamelessly rode his knee, rubbing herself against him slowly, sensuously.

 

[Noon_Shadow]

In a way, they were both exploring. Hands, eyes, fingers, and tongues were exploiting every area of free skin that they could find. It was something that long had been hinted at, dreamed of, perhaps, and now that it was here, every tiniest sensation and every niche begged to be explored. But in noon, beneath it all, there was a deep and profound hunger that needed to be sated. The way her hips moved against his knee, betraying a wicked sensuous grace in her form. The activity of soft fingers and slight nails moving against his straining body excited him.

He paused from his ministrations of her nipple with his mouth to look up at her, to let her see the desperate need in his eyes, the wicked, predatory hunger. Her body felt so hot every where she touched him, it was like she was lighting fires beneath his skin all the way through him, making her nearly too hot to touch. "I need..." There had been more to that thought, but he couldn't form the coherent ideas behind it, and those two words seemed sufficient. Except for one other idea.

"I want to make you scream for me." His lips twisted up wickedly. He then caught her hands in his wrists, holding them, and then pulled her hand to his mouth, kissing aginst her fingertips, her knuckles, sensually, suggestively. His tongue dragged against them and then finally, he chuckled, rising up and pulling her with him, in the general direction of her large bed.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

When he looked up at her, she saw the need in his eyes. Her fingers reached down and gently caressed the side of his face before they floated across his shoulders back up along his neck.

His lips on her fingertips had her breath hissing inward, they were one of the more sensitive parts of her body. His lips traveled over her knuckles, his tongue dragging across her skin made her shiver, made her eyes darken even more with desire.

She softly swore at him, “Damn you, Noon…” her voice trailed off as he drew her up off the floor and towards the bed.

“And I need… “ her lips found his ear, her breath warm against it, “to hear you... feel you against me.. over me..."

 

[Noon_Shadow]

He grinned at her cursing of him, only growing more encouraged by the response. Sensitivity in the fingers, it seemed-he filed that away for the future. It was always so much to be exploring and learning these things for the first time...and he would make excellent use of it if he had the chance. He let her see the mischief twinkling in his eye so that she knew it as well.

As they walked toward the bed, he managed to completely extricate from the top of her lingerie, which floated down her torso and then slide off her legs and ankles. She still had on her garters and heels, which, he though wickedly, perhaps neither of them would bother removing for this. Her panties, though, those were coming off and very soon. As he had at the side of the bed, he fell down to sit on it, pulling her down with him, into his lap again, as he kissed her lips. "I'm already twice damned and unrepentant, Cait."

He pulled her chest against his, feeling little spots of heat against him that were her hard nipples tracing against his muscles, and he fell backward onto the mattress, letting her splay out on top of him for now as his hands moved down to her ass, and he cupped the fine for of it with both hands, pulling it down so that her crotch rubbed up against the outline of his arousal.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

She caught the twinkle in his eye, knew he was mentally filing away information. They weren’t unalike in that aspect. Making their way toward the bed behind them, she paused only once, to step clear of the top part of her lingerie, watching as it slid, smooth as silk, down her arms, over her abdomen and down her legs. It was only then it donned on her that she still had on her heels. Before she could even think to remove them, he sat down on the edge of the bed, tugging her into his lap. His kiss sent fire flaring through her veins. If he was damned twice and unrepentant, then she was something else altogether. But time enough for that one later.

Chest to chest, skin to skin, it was a heady thing. She pressed her breasts into him, knowing he felt the hard pinpoints of her nipples. He lay back and she followed, spread out on top of him. She braced her hands on either side of his head, leaning over him, her hair a mass of red that fell around their faces. She simply chose to stare down into his eyes, even while she felt him press his hardness against her, feeling a hunger take hold to have him buried deep inside her, she still watched him quietly, though her eyes spoke silently of her own need and desire. Lowering her head slowly, her lips whispered across his, tasting him lightly.

 

[Noon_Shadow]

Her hair was like a red curtain surrounding their faces as she leaned down to kiss him again. The taste of her lips, her mouth, it was something addictive, in a way totally different that the feel of her supple body was lying atop his. He felt her hips rocking gently against the outline of his throbbing cock, as his hands kneaded her ass in his palms. This time the in the kiss he bit down on her lip, pushing the pleasure/pain buttons, giving her ass a playful slap. She was quiet, he was quiet, as words become more and more irrelevant the deeper into this passionate embrace they fell.

Finally he growled at her, reaching up, grabbing her hands, and then taking control of the situation, and of her. He rolled over on top of her, his superior weight making it easy for him to leverage her over beneath him, his weight pressing down against her all over, and the outline of his cock held right in against the outline of her pussy in her panties. He grinned and then his hands slid inside the waistband of his boxers and he slid them down, his thick, throbbing cock popping free, pushing them past his knees and then kicking them off his ankles. He chuckled softly as he pinned her hands down, then, not letting her touch, before stroking his cock against the outline of her pussy through her panties.

He could already detect the wet spot that was right at her entrance, and he probed at it with the head of his cock, his grin turning slightly sadistic with his self-serving teasing. Then he finally released both of her wrists as he lowered himself, and his whole body, into the free space between her wide spread legs, hooking his thumbs underneath the waistband of her panties, pausing just a moment, not yet pulling them down and free.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

He sinfully knew far too much as she felt his teeth bite into her bottom lip, mixed with the playful slap on her ass. She growled low in her throat in response. She’d file that one away too.

Finding herself pressed into the bed’s mattress by his weight, filled her with a brief satisfaction, so much so, she almost, almost, felt like purring. Her hips pressed up against his just before he removed his boxers. Her eyes turned a smoky green when he stood there in his full glory. She bit down on her own bottom lip at that point.

She fought against his pinning her hands down again. He knew, damn him. He knew how much she liked to touch and to be confined from not being able to, drove her nuts. She pressed her head back into the mattress in frustration. Her body twisted in his hold as he pressed against her still covered entrance. Another growl slipped low from her lips.

When he finally released her hands, only to have him settle between her splayed stocking covered legs, hooking his thumbs under the thin scraps of cloth that held her panties up, her breath caught as she waited in anticipation. Her hands came up to clutch at his arms, her fingers digging into the flesh there.

 

[Noon_Shadow]

He had wanted to chuckle slightly as she had twisted and struggled against him. She was strong, and she was a fighter, but this was a position in which he had the weight AND the leverage, and there was little she was able to do about it. And he suspected that she secretly like that, too, being trapped into something. At the least, he found the idea of having her trapped intriguing. But now, his mouth was watering as he looked up at her covered crotch, his tongue lightly splaying out against lips that were raw from having kissed her.

He felt her nails sink into his arms, gripping. He hissed out a breath at that, looking at her, but he only grinned. He began easing the material down, very slowly, almost torturously slow, a bit of the fabric wanting to stick against her pussy where her moisture had seeped out. He tugged with a light but insistent pressure, and it finally peel away, and then began sliding down her thighs, the dark material against her skin setting off her smooth tones. He straightened up, letting her pull her legs together so that he could hook the garment away from her ankles, and then he tosses it away as her legs spread again.

He went down to her ankle with his hands, cupping it, his fingers and hands sliding up a well shaped calf muscle, feeling her leg out through the garter, gaining a tactile appreciation for the form of her leg, the sensation of it in his grasp, as he moved higher, over the knee, gripping at her thigh. And then the pad of one of his fingers brushed against her crotch.

It was a pure accident, he hadn't meant to just there with his teasing yet, but it worked as he pulled his hand away and went back to brushing at the insides of her thighs with his rough hands, his head climbing higher between her, aiming at that very specific cavity, letting her feel his warm breath trailing against her thigh as his hands continue to explore her.