The Mansion

[DarkWarrioress]

She merely made a soft murmuring sound as her eyes closed and she drifted away on exhaustion tempered by sated passion.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

She yawned, she stretched, she winced. She wandered into the bathroom for a shower. Used muscles, a testament to the Rogue, she would say.

Standing under the hot water, she just let it pour over her, lifting her face to the stream. It was almost orgasmic.

What to wear... she chose shorts and a t-shirt, stopped in the kitchen for a tall glass of iced tea, a piece of fruit to munch on and headed for her study to get some writing done.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

It had been a very tiring day. He entered the Mansion and headed straight to the bedroom. He would take a shower and go to bed early tonight...maybe...

 

[DarkWarrioress]

She sat back in her chair, her eyes unfocused for a moment, until they landed upon the things she had on her desk. Maybe she should put away the picture of her lion. He was out of her reach for now and who knew for how long. She just couldn't bring herself to though. Just thinking about him made her smile. She missed him.

Her eyes fell on the dagger Luna gave her and leaning forward, her fingers closed around the hilt. She was Luna's strength but their relationship wouldn't be much of anything if it was all one sided. So, she allowed herself to draw a small bit of comfort from the Lady Wolf. Just a wee bit.

For whatever reason, the words would not come this day. She tried pushing, she tried remaining constant, she tried seducing them and it still didn't work.

Face it, Cait. Today is just one of those days. You've had them before. You'll have them again. Roll with it. Quit fighting it, don't resist and let it flow through. Tomorrow's a new day.

She knew her partners would understand. It was only she, herself, who put the pressure on herself to give nothing less than her best. Things might start slow, but she always found her groove. Her niche. Tonight was a night to retreat, regroup, rest and come out swinging on the morrow.

She heard M come in. She smiled. He was such a ray of sunshine. He made her smile if for no other reason than he simply was. THAT was the making of a good friend and she never turned those away, ever.

She set the dagger back on her desk then got up and walked to a bookcase, her eyes scanning for the book she wanted. Ahh, there it was."The Game of Thrones." by George R.R Martin. A good book, a good glass of wine and her bed. That was the plan.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

A good old fashioned breakfast buffet on the back porch or lanai as she was use to calling it, was being offered. The table hosted hot grits, slabs of smoked honey ham, buttermilk biscuits so fluffy and light, they melted in your mouth, eggs, bacon, pancakes, toast and there was coffee, orange juice, milk for pomegranate juice or drinking. Oh! And can't forget the sausage gravy for those biscuits.

Cait herself was still sleeping as a certain lion came calling late or during the wee hours of the morning, technically and there was no way in hell she was going to turn him away.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

He woke up after getting some much needed sleep, even though the his cell phone had interrupted him twice during the night.

Today was going to be a busy day, again, he thought.

After brushing his teeth, and putting on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, he decided to head to the kitchen to have breakfast. As he was ascending the stairs, he thought he smelled something...but it was not coming from the kitchen...definitely not.

 

[Annisthyrienne]

A good old fashioned breakfast buffet on the back porch or lanai as she was use to calling it, was being offered. The table hosted hot grits, slabs of smoked honey ham, buttermilk biscuits so fluffy and light, they melted in your mouth, eggs, bacon, pancakes, toast and there was coffee, orange juice, milk for pomegranate juice or drinking. Oh! And can't forget the sausage gravy for those biscuits.

Cait herself was still sleeping as a certain lion came calling late or during the wee hours of the morning, technically and there was no way in hell she was going to turn him away.

*Prowling through the bushes in the maze, searching for butterflies, (Honest! I wasn't peeking in windows hoping to see some naughty action!) my attention is arrested quite suddenly by the delicious aromas permeating the morning breeze. Like something out of a cartoon, my nose lifts to the scent the air and leads my footsteps until I peek out from the bushes, spotting the morning banquet all laid out on the porch.

One step, emerging from the cover of the leafy bushes.....

Two steps, hesitant, but intrepid.....

Three steps, spotting Cait, putting on my friendliest face, violet eyes crinkling with a hopeful smile......

Good morning, Cait. It looks like you have, uhm, quite a bit of food there! You, maybe, need a little help eating it all?

 

[DarkWarrioress]

*Prowling through the bushes in the maze, searching for butterflies, (Honest! I wasn't peeking in windows hoping to see some naughty action!) my attention is arrested quite suddenly by the delicious aromas permeating the morning breeze. Like something out of a cartoon, my nose lifts to the scent the air and leads my footsteps until I peek out from the bushes, spotting the morning banquet all laid out on the porch.

One step, emerging from the cover of the leafy bushes.....

Two steps, hesitant, but intrepid.....

Three steps, spotting Cait, putting on my friendliest face, violet eyes crinkling with a hopeful smile......

Good morning, Cait. It looks like you have, uhm, quite a bit of food there! You, maybe, need a little help eating it all?

"Milady Thryi, " she grinned, "I knew I could draw you out. Please, come, help yourself. The staff made more than enough."

 

[Annisthyrienne]

"Milady Thryi, " she grinned, "I knew I could draw you out. Please, come, help yourself. The staff made more than enough."

* sighing happily, I head for the table and begin to climb up on it to take my pose.....until I remember that the centerpiece requirement was for an invitation to Nina's breakfast, not Cait's. Giggling at Cait's startled look and my own forgetfulness, I take a seat instead, placing the napkin on my thigh before fixing my plate with all the yummy foods.

Thanks, Cait. This is a great way to start a Sunday! And after, maybe catch up on a little more writing, then its off to the range to try out my new pistol! And what are your plans for this sunny day, my friend?

 

[DarkWarrioress]

....Thanks, Cait. This is a great way to start a Sunday! And after, maybe catch up on a little more writing, then its off to the range to try out my new pistol! And what are your plans for this sunny day, my friend?

She certainly startled but the lady is a mischievous elf after all. Sitting back in my chair, sipping coffee as I share a leisurely brunch with a good friend, I contemplate my day.

"Well, first things first. I'm off to get my nails done and then it's some writing time for me. After that?" she shrugged, "it's probably off to go enjoy the nice weather since I have some time to myself today."

 

[Annisthyrienne]

She certainly startled but the lady is a mischievous elf after all. Sitting back in my chair, sipping coffee as I share a leisurely brunch with a good friend, I contemplate my day.

"Well, first things first. I'm off to get my nails done and then it's some writing time for me. After that?" she shrugged, "it's probably off to go enjoy the nice weather since I have some time to myself today."

That sounds like a wonderful day. And the food truly is delicious! Thank you for inviting me.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

That sounds like a wonderful day. And the food truly is delicious! Thank you for inviting me.

Anytime, Milady. Anytime. Enjoy the range.

 

[fr33ks33k]

*He's never actually come here before, but somehow the necklace knew where he wanted to be. He'd taken it between his thumb and forefinger and focused on what he wanted most at the moment. A crackling of energy and a sudden darkness took him away from his shop and transported him....elsewhere.

Once his eyes had adjusted to the illumination, he recognized the larger pentacle, standing out even past the other equipment in the room. It was cast in iron and it was certainly made to last. He smiled and pulled up a chair. He figured if the necklace brought him here, she'd know it as well....*

 

[DarkWarrioress]

*He's never actually come here before, but somehow the necklace knew where he wanted to be. He'd taken it between his thumb and forefinger and focused on what he wanted most at the moment. A crackling of energy and a sudden darkness took him away from his shop and transported him....elsewhere.

Once his eyes had adjusted to the illumination, he recognized the larger pentacle, standing out even past the other equipment in the room. It was cast in iron and it was certainly made to last. He smiled and pulled up a chair. He figured if the necklace brought him here, she'd know it as well....*

From the ether, she felt the tugging and felt her breath catch in her throat.

No. Really?

Her eyes twinkled with hidden mischief and something else.

This One. This One summoned and she was determined to answer. For too long their paths gone their separate ways. He was the very first she felt drawn to and yet... she was tugged away in so many different ways, with so many different people and he always was patient. He deserved better than patience.

The shadows at the back of the room were defined more so by the flickering light of the flames of the scones on the walls. No sound preceded her this night. She wore no shoes. A simple summery type dress that came to mid-thigh. She smelled of vanilla and her hair was unbound and free flowing.

She moved through the shadows, her eyes seeking his as she crossed the space that separated them.

"You came."

Two words, as she stopped a mere couple of feet from where he sat.

 

[fr33ks33k]

From the ether, she felt the tugging and felt her breath catch in her throat.

No. Really?

Her eyes twinkled with hidden mischief and something else.

This One. This One summoned and she was determined to answer. For too long their paths gone their separate ways. He was the very first she felt drawn to and yet... she was tugged away in so many different ways, with so many different people and he always was patient. He deserved better than patience.

The shadows at the back of the room were defined more so by the flickering light of the flames of the scones on the walls. No sound preceded her this night. She wore no shoes. A simple summery type dress that came to mid-thigh. She smelled of vanilla and her hair was unbound and free flowing.

She moved through the shadows, her eyes seeking his as she crossed the space that separated them.

"You came."

Two words, as she stopped a mere couple of feet from where he sat.

I did.

*A succinct response, saying all the things necessary for the moment. His eyes flowed over her form, top to bottom, bottom to top, all spaces in between. Her hair was a ruddy cloud, loose and falling more like water against her shoulders. He saw that she was barefoot. Perhaps she knew what awaited. Perhaps it was simply her casual way. No matter.

He rose from his seat and stepped right before her. His hands found their way to her sides, holding her steady while his head dipped low, their lips meeting in a singular kiss. It lasted for a few moments, but he felt the current running through them, together.*

So, this necklace brings me to whatever I desire most? Then, dear Cait, I believe you know what I have in mind.

*He smiled, deviancy teasing the edges of his mouth skyward. He took her hand and led her over to the pentacle, standing side by side before it.*

It's a marvelous piece. Very well crafted. Was it a gift?

 

[DarkWarrioress]

She watched as he stood, stepped right up to her, felt his hands at her sides, steady, firm, assured. That was all she needed. Their kiss was far too fleeting for her liking but she'd bide her time.

"Aye, as promised, it brings you want you desire the most. While I might not know exactly what you have in mind, I do know for whom you mean it."

Her fingers curled around his as he led toward the pentacle. The one object in this room that meant the most to her.

"A gift it was, from a friend now long gone from this world. She knew I loved it so. So you could say, it was well crafted and crafted with love."

 

[fr33ks33k]

I see. Then we shall put this love-crafted work to good use.

*He took her hand and held it up, over her head, judging her reach. He wasted no time in placing her hand right up against the corresponding eyelet. If he had been holding the silk rope, she hadn't noticed until it was being tied in a secure, but not entirely restrictive, knot. He did the same to her other wrist, smiling all the while. Once both her arms were secured, he took a step back, admiring the way her body arched when presented so. Her dress accentuated her curves quite nicely, and in this position, even more so.*

I'm glad you chose a dress....

*His eyes were roaming again, and his mind was awash with various ideas...which would play out first, he was not sure. But that was part of the thrill*

 

[DarkWarrioress]

He worked quickly. She always knew what was coming just not the how's. Before she knew it, her wrists were secured to the pentacle in the proper placing. Lady Arianda had insured that there were several eyelets to choose from.

One never knew the height of the person, she would say, better to have many then too few.

With Fr33k, now she wasn't so sure. All those eyelets, she could end up not just simply tied.. but tied. Intricately. Still, one had to have trust here. With him, it was trust that she was safe, no bodily harm she didn't want, would happen, but everything was a question mark.

His mind was working and that made her just wee bit nervous. There was nothing simple about Fr33k. Thank the heavens.

"Dare I ask why you're glad I chose a dress?" Her brow elevated slightly, her tone was partly amused.

 

[fr33ks33k]

*He moved closer again, that devil's smile still plastered across his lips. His hand slid along her leg, starting at the knee, snaking upward, fingertips light as a feather as they pushed the hem of her dress up fractionally. He teased his hand between her thighs, toying with the hem and the sensitive skin there*

It makes it easier to maneuver around. And remove. Eventually...

*From his position he kneels, taking one of her slender ankles in hand, moving it to another eyelet. More silk is produced, tied around her joint. The process is repeated for her other leg. In this position, she is opened slightly. A breeze would probably blow easily between her legs, and upward, tantalizing her crotch. For a moment he wondered if she had decided to wear anything beneath her dress. He'd know soon enough. He stood once more, a hand brushing errant strands of her hair from her face. The candlelight seemed to be ebbing and flowing, though getting brighter steadily when it did peak.*

I'm going to name four things. Pick two of them. That will help me decide how to proceed.

Eagle, Cow, Volcano, Glacier. Yes, I'm being odd and mysterious, but humor me.

*He leaned in to kiss her cheek, trailing down her jawline, onto her neck, stopping for the briefest of moments at her pulse point, lips hovering mere millimeters above the skin, soft breaths blowing across it. He pulled back, his eyes alight with mischief*

So, which two do you choose?

 

[DarkWarrioress]

She felt herself tense as his touch teased her. Her hands twitched against their bindings, which felt cool and soft against her wrists.

Damn. Fr33k kneeling in front of her and here she was, tied to the pentacle. She gave him one ankle then the other and again, the softness of silk against her skin. With her legs splayed as they were, she felt the cool breeze of the Cellar swirl around her thighs, moved higher, brushing against the thin lace panties she wore. They were the only thing she wore. The dress with its spaghetti straps was not made to wear with a bra.

His fingertips gently brushing away stray strands of her hair from her face, His lips upon her cheek, trailing over her jawline, onto her neck, and that stop, that minute stop where her pulse beat the strongest, made her catch her breath. So, gentle. Everything, from the time she entered to this moment had about it gentleness, yet wicked delightful, sinful promise. Even his breath across her skin, made it crave more.

Choices. Two. Focus, Cait.

"Eagle. Glacier."

They were words but what they meant to him, she wasn't sure. For her, it was Air and Water, two elements she was closest to. Though she had hesitated with Volcano. Something prompted her choices and she simply followed it.

 

[fr33ks33k]

Very well then.

*His steps took him to the very corners of her peripheral vision, and when he returned, his hands were behind his back. He walked directly in front of her, standing arm's reach from her, bringing from behind him in his left hand, a single feather; that of an eagle. He used it like a pen, tracing her curves, from the simplest along her cheek, down her collarbone, exposed by the cut of her dress, over her shoulder, and along the inner portion of her elbow. He knew it would tickle her, and he wanted it to. The lightest touches always held the most charge. He tucked the feather behind her ear and revealed what lay in his other hand: a small metal pail. He set it on the floor and took one of the small objects inside in hand. Much as he did with the feather, he traced along her body's curves, starting at her ankle, sliding up her calf, moving over the expanse of her thigh, pressing ever upward toward that juncture between hip and leg. Her dress rode up as he did so, and he could see the sheen of the melted ice on her skin. His eyes moved up her body to meet her gaze, to see how she reacted to such a chilly treatment*

 

[DarkWarrioress]

What was he about? He held something in his hands. By the stars, it was a feather. He wasn’t going to…. Yes he was. The light soft, downy touch of a feather on her skin, made her shiver. Her body twitched in its bindings when he came to certain areas on her body.

She watched silently as he produced a small metal pail. She felt the ice, cold to the touch, at her ankle and slid upwards. She tensed. She bit her lip. He was making her skin ultra sensitive. Not even the fire in the fireplace warmed the places he touched with the ice… her heat was all on the inside and he had barely started with her

 

[fr33ks33k]

*He felt her tense, felt the goose pimples start to form on her skin from the chill. He just grinned and kept going until the cube melted entirely, somewhere right below the hem of her panties. They were thin and flimsy...most likely lace. She had great taste. The thought of tasting made him stand up suddenly. He snagged another ice cube on the way up, using this one along her chest, right below her throat. He pulled it up and over her chin, slipping it into her mouth.*

Now my dear, comes the point where you dress just has to go. I want to do much more nefarious things with that ice and this sexy little number just isn't accommodating.

*With nimble fingers, her dress slid down into a puddle of cloth at her feet. It was strange that it wouldn't catch on her shoulders, nor her legs, but it was there, whole on the floor. He just smiled at her now nearly-nude physique. Toned and taut in all the right places, curvy and voluptuous as well.

He took his time with the next cube, moving along the swell of her left breast in concentric circles, edging in until the cube had nearly melted. He pressed the remnants of it directly to the little nub, feeling it react to the cold instantly. His fingers seized it and pinched lightly, pulling it away from the rest of her body to get it nice and hard*

 

[DarkWarrioress]

He didn’t stop. He kept that damn ice chip against her skin until it melted, on her and gods, where it melted at. She wasn’t sure if she was happy or disappointed it melted where it had. How many damn chips did he have in that bucket anyway? She felt the skin on her chest grow taut and her nipples involuntary harden as he applied another one to her chest. It’s path continued up her throat causing her to lean her head back slightly against the pentacle at her back.

“Fr3---” her voice was a soft growl and was interrupted by that ice chip slipping between her lips. Her words ceased but that growl deepened in her throat.

The man had magic fingers, for her dress was there one moment and gone the next. Lying on the floor she’d bet. She had thought to look but was immediately distracted by the ice he was rubbing against her breast, the circular motion getting closer to, ever closer, to her nipple. Her eyes slammed shut as she felt what was left of the ice applied directly to that point. There was no way she could hold back the little moan as he pulled on that hard cold nub. The coldness of the ice had added a little extra something to his tug as well. Her back arched off the pentacle as far as it could when he did that.

 

[fr33ks33k]

I see someone is enjoying themselves. Good. Though....

*His voice trailed off as he retrieved the final ice cube, using it to draw a wet arrow on her stomach, pointing straight toward the ground. He made the cube follow the path, traversing her stomach, finding her waistline, dipping his hand directly into the thin material of her panties. The ice cube moved smoothly over her mound and he pressed it directly to her clitoris, using his fingers to spread her outer lips, allowing better pressure to be applied. As he did so, he kissed her harshly, lips smashing together. He wanted to smother any gasps or groans she might make, trying to savor their vibrations against his mouth. He kept kissing her until the cube was gone, left as nothing more than a slick trail running down her crotch and pooling in her underwear. He felt heat and a different sort of wetness there as well. He knew this sort of thing aroused her, even if she didn't.

As his hand retreated from her panties, he plucked the feather from behind her ear, using it to tickle and tease at her inner thighs. All the while, his smile grew. There were still two things left. Three, really...but she didn't need to know about that part yet.*