The Mansion

[DarkWarrioress]

Another one? By the gods, she didn’t think she could endure another cube. She felt it glide down over her stomach, felt the muscles there contract, not from his touch but from the cold. She waited on an indrawn breath as his hand slipped lower. She knew what was coming and she couldn’t prevent it, couldn’t stop it.

Cold. So cold. He was there. Her eyes shot to his face as she felt him press that bit of ice against her clit. His lips savagely claimed hers and she moaned into his mouth. Over and over again, or was it continual? She didn’t know. Her hips shot off the pentacle. They had nowhere to go. She couldn’t escape it though she tried twisting her hips from his touch.

The ice melted against her, leaving in its wake a coldness, a wetness of two sorts. One from the melted ice and the other her own, produced by his actions. Her body twitched as she felt the feather again. She lifted her head and sucked in hug amounts of air, trying to feed her starving lungs. She was going to need it.

 

[fr33ks33k]

That just leaves the Cow and the Volcano. I wonder if you can guess what they are....?

*He went to the edge of her vision again, though this time on the opposite side. He returned once more, hands behind his back. His smile was downright impish*

Pick a hand, Cait. I guarantee you'll like either choice, but I'm a man who likes to give options.

*If she looked beyond his smile and the hidden hands, she would notice the tenting that had occurred in his pants. This sort of thing really did get him going, and the more he drew it out, the more he would enjoy it.*

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Oh god. Now what? She barely saw him from the corner of her eye, felt his movement more. As he returned she watched him. She didn’t trust that smile one bit. There was just something about Fr33k and impish that gave her a slight edge of uneasy, a good uneasy if she were forced to admit though.

Pick a hand, Cait. I guarantee you'll like either choice, but I'm a man who likes to give options.

Her eyes slid from his right to his left, both hands were still behind his back. Her green eyes were hazed with the arousal he was drawing from her and she indulged herself a moment before answering, letting her eyes roam over him. From his face and that impish grin, over his neck, across his chest and moved lower still. Her lips twitched in satisfaction. Good. She didn’t have to wonder if any of this was affecting him, obviously it was.

The return trip to his face was made as leisurely. Then she thought for a second. Then chose.

“Left.” Her normally soft voice was gravelly, again, his doing and the arousal he was fanning.

 

[fr33ks33k]

*He caught her eyes wandering, and he knew that she had noticed. He hoped it would stick in her mind as the next two items were put to use on her. His left hand held a candle. It was small, blood-red, and lit. No matter how he held it, the flame faced away from his fingers, which was odd in and of itself, but he set about using it before questions could be raised. He dripped the hot wax directly onto her fair skin, watching as the heat of it caused a similar reaction to the ice, gooseflesh rising quickly. He made a trail from one collarbone to the next before leading down the cleft of her bosom. He took hold of the waistband of her panties and pulled them out, baring her sex to the cool air of the cellar. He held the candle aloft, just over her crotch, tilting it ever so slightly. A bubble of melted wax sat poised on the precipice of the candle. One slight move, one jerk from her body in resistance, and the droplet would fall. He smiled again.*

Do you trust me, Cait?

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Her eyes were fastened on the candle. She felt her fingers clench right above the silk restraints. She felt the hot wax touch her skin. There was this ever so soft whisper of discomfort but no more than the ice had created in its own way. Both elements, boiling freshly in her mind and implanted on her senses. There was something extraordinarily sensual in what he was about.

His next move had her eyes widening. Her eyes fastened on that flickering little flame and the drop melted wax just waiting to fall. So very aware that he had the waistband of her panties pulled out. He meant to… it was a damn good thing, she thought in that moment, that she was shaved.

Do you trust me, Cait?

Her eyes flew back to his face and she stared into his eyes for a seemingly long moment. There came a time when there was trust… then there was trust.

The answer was simple. It always had been.

“Yes.”

There was no wavering in her tone. It was steady. Sure. She knew he would understand what she gave him with that single word.

 

[fr33ks33k]

*He blew the candle out, setting it aside. His right hand revealed the final item: a leather riding crop. He returned her panties to their proper position before he began a similar trailing with the crop, following the trails of drying wax. The crop easily scraped them off, leaving a slight reddish tint to her skin where it was. Once all of the wax was removed, he went about landing light swats to her skin in various places. First the base of her neck, pushing aside her hair to get at it better. Following that, he have slaps to each collarbone, each nipple, her hips and the tops of her thighs. The last thing he did was trail the crop up her inner thigh, now glistening with commingled juices and ice and wax. He stopped at her mound, using the flat of the crop to nudge her clit, turning it to the side to spread her lips, running it smoothly up and down her panty-clad slit.*

 

[DarkWarrioress]

There was an unspoken look of surprise to her eyes as he blew out the candle. She felt the sag of her shoulders in relief simply because she hadn’t known what to expect from him. She was sure that even that drop of wax wouldn’t have harmed her. Sensitive, tender skin, yes, but little harm. Her eyes grew round as she saw the leather riding crop in his hand.

Oh mercy upon mercies. She had used one of those herself many a time. Perhaps whatever went around, truly did, come around. It was her turn now. Leather. One of her biggest weaknesses. She loved the smell of it whenever she went into a leather shop. People looked at her oddly because she simply stood there and inhaled deeply. She adored the feel of it on her bare skin. Every time she felt it scrape against her skin, sending a red dot of cold wax flying, her body moved. It didn’t twitch, it undulated back against the cold metal of the pentacle. She moaned again, as her body moved against the crop. Her fingernails were biting into her palms.

 

[fr33ks33k]

*The sudden strike of the crop on her mound would startle her, but it wouldn't hurt. Too much. He drug it over her thigh and swatted it once while stepping in close to her. He came right up to her lips, breathing softly against them. His voice was low, deep; deeper than normal.*

Do you know what I really desired most? I haven't taken it yet....

*He kissed her then, less harshly than before, more of a sensual lip lock. He took the crop and continued to tease at her folds, prodding against her and swatting at her inner thighs intermittently. The hit of the crop sounded increasingly moist, and his smile returned*

 

[DarkWarrioress]

It wasn’t totally unexpected though nothing with him was ever a sure thing. He startled but he aroused. What pain he gave was minimal and it only served to take her to that edge she delighted in dancing on. The soft sting to her thigh made her hiss. But he stole her breath away as he drew closer, right up to her lips and spoke. She felt his words vibrate through her body, through her very soul as he took her lips this time, not harshly, but with a sensual demand. She gave it. He teased and he swatted, brought passion and a sting of pain.

He drove her arousal higher. Her body was on the fast track to becoming a molten need that she would need him to quench. One moment she was drowning, the next she was… she didn’t know where that was.. But she knew there was more… there was always more. Sounds, small, unfettered, came from her throat, swallowed up by his mouth. Aye, there was more…

There was him.

 

[fr33ks33k]

*The little noises that were muffled by their kissing made him realize that she was definitely ready. He broke their kiss, a bit reluctantly, and set the crop aside. His fingers tucked into her panties, and they joined her dress on the floor. He marveled at her nakedness for a few moments, the glistening folds of her sex drew his attention most of all. He stood at a point where she could see his whole body. He stripped himself down until he too was nude, his erection throbbing and pulsing in the air between them.*

Now we can get to what I really desire....

*He came back to her, kneeling down slowly. His face was level with her crotch. He smelled her femininity, and he savored it. Then he tasted her, tongue flicking out to lap at the collected juices slicking her labia. He delved into her folds, making his tongue into a shovel, digging up and out to find her clit, lapping at it lazily. A low hum reverberated from his throat; she was delicious, and his cock ached even more with each lick.*

 

[DarkWarrioress]

She felt a loss when he broke the kiss. He had already driven her to the point of madness. What now? She couldn’t have stopped the whimper if she had tried. But then….

Oh god oh god oh god…. Her eyes helplessly watched him strip. She squirmed. Damnit. She couldn’t even get her hands on him and she ached to do so. She wanted to feel his skin under her hands..

He knelt, in front of her. Her head banged against the back of the pentacle lightly. He was out to kill her. No… he was out to drive her bloody insane. She felt the anticipation coil in her gut. There, deep, low. A radiating pulse of need, spreading, ever widening.

Her fingernails dug into her palms, she jerked her wrists against the blinding he put her in. She wanted to… she needed to…. He had a wicked tongue and he used it flawlessly.

“Fr33k..” her voice was raspy, heated, needful.

 

[fr33ks33k]

*He heard her utter his name, and he reveled in it while continuing to lash her clit with his tongue. One of his hands slithered up her thigh, fingers creeping up, probing into her depths; one, then two, stretching her open a bit as he continued his ministrations. He felt her thrumming with lust and need. He could hear her struggling against the silk. The teasing was near its end. He kissed an agonizingly slow line up the center line of her body. He stopped at her navel, and again between her breasts, and once more at the hollow of her throat, breathing warm currents over her skin.

Once he made it back to her lips, he taunted her, getting close enough for her to touch his lips, but pulling back fractionally when she made the move. On one such tempting, he positioned his cock at her entrance, poised to slip into her to the hilt.*

Now, if you hold perfectly still when I tempt you, I will give us both what we need. If not, I will tease us both. I'm fine with it, but I can see that it will drive you insane...

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Splayed out as she was, confined as she was, it was hard to move. She was, for all intents and purposes, complete at his mercy. His tongue kept tormenting her clit, but at least he had a bit of mercy as she felt his fingers slide into her. She pressed against his hand as much as she possibly could, which wasn’t nearly enough.

His lips made a slow line up her body. She could feel her skin contract with the touch of his mouth. When he stopped at her navel she silently pleaded for him not to stop. Another throaty growl exploded from her throat as he paused between her breasts and that ended abruptly when she felt him, there, at the hollow of her throat.

Now, if you hold perfectly still when I tempt you, I will give us both what we need. If not, I will tease us both. I'm fine with it, but I can see that it will drive you insane...

She wanted to die. Right there. Right then. He meant it. She knew he did. He would continue to torment her if…..

Her eyes held steadily to his. Green pools of fire. She held herself still, though it took every last ounce of restraint and will she ever possessed. Beads of moisture formed on her forehead, in the hollow of her throat.

And she waited. Impatiently.

 

[fr33ks33k]

*He brought his lips to hover before hers, seeing if she would lean in and try to steal a kiss. She kept stone-stiff, much like his cock, pulsing at her entrance eagerly. He smiled and finally he kissed her, while simultaneously rotating his hips. He slipped into her so easily, he was surprised when his pelvis met hers. A long sigh escaped his lips as he felt her adjust to his length and girth. He was not massive, but nor was he diminutive, and her walls welcomed him nicely. He began a slow rhythm, pumping in and out of her at a steady rate. His hands trailed up her sides, cupping her bosom briefly before sliding up her arms. He held his fingers just out of reach of the ties; perhaps he wasn't done teasing her quite yet.....*

 

[DarkWarrioress]

She kept her eyes on his, even when he teased her with a kiss or rather a near kiss. She almost leaned forward and met his lips, but she remembered. DAMNIT. A soft groan for the teasing she endured and a softer sigh as he relented and kissed her.

She felt him enter her effortlessly. It wasn’t surprising. He had worked her into a frenzy. Layer after layer of teasing. It hadn’t taken long for her to adjust to him. She wanted him too greedily to let it be any other way. Her body was captive, her movements restricted but damn if there wasn’t another way. She squeezed around him, letting her interior muscles ripple along the length of him.

His hands on her body were divine… now if only… his fingers slid up her arms, causing her skin to develop goosebumps all over again. Was he going to release her hands? Hopefully? Her eyes took on a pleading look.

“Fr33k…please….” she needed to touch as she was touched. He had denied her all night, would he continue to do so? She hoped not.

 

[fr33ks33k]

Please what, Cait?

*He knew what she wanted, but she wouldn't be given it until she voiced it completely. He continued stroking into her, the slick noises of their joining echoing into the room. His hands slid back down her arms, seeking her breasts, tweaking her nipples and kneading at her pert globes. The cords of muscle in his legs flexed continually as he rocked back and forth, sawing into her easily*

 

[DarkWarrioress]

She swallowed. Her head tipping back against that cold metal behind her, for a moment simply lost in feeling. She raised her head, eyes wandering over him, the truly sensual picture he made as he fucked her. His hands at her breasts, tweaking the nipples into even tighter buds, pleasure so fierce it was almost pain. He was a sight to watch, but that wasn’t enough for her.

“Release my hands, Fr33k. I need to feel you under them. I need to absorb the feel of you into my skin…” her words were a fierce whisper, nay, above a whisper, but only just.

 

[fr33ks33k]

Oh, that! But of course....

*He grinned slyly, hearing her words hissing out with urgency. He untied her wrists, and dared to withdraw from her entirely to undo her ankles. His cock was quick to re-enter her, a deep growl rattling his throat as he did so. His hands returned to her body, though not to her breasts. He sunk his fingertips into her hips, using the extra leverage to pound deeper into her depths*

 

[DarkWarrioress]

It took her a moment to realize he had released her wrists and her ankles. The loss of him from her body was only a swift momentary thing, he growled deep in his throat as he reclaimed the place he had left. She was still pressed back against the cold metal of the pentacle but now her hands were free to touch. She was free to lean her head forward and let her mouth find the side of his neck, sinking her small teeth into his skin lightly, scoring it. Her tongue, quick to soothe.

Her hands roamed his body, wherever she could touch. Sighing softly as she felt him against the palms of her hands. His body drove into hers and she responded back, grinding against him, hips meeting hips to the point of brutality or bruises.

 

[fr33ks33k]

*His grip adjusted, and he lifted her, pinning her to the pentacle with each thrust. He could feel his head hitting the limits of her inner walls, each time a wave of pleasure filled him. He knew the crest of his pleasure was near, and he was glad she was free to grasp at him, to touch him, to wrap around him. This was what he'd truly desired. He panted against her chest as he continued thrusting, breathing words that were more rasps than statements*

Cait....feels...so...good....fuck.....yes.....

 

[DarkWarrioress]

The moment he lifted her, she wrapped her legs around his waist, locking her ankles. Her lips heatedly wandered over his neck finding their way to his ear. He couldn’t miss hearing her breathing, fast and shallow as she managed to whisper…

“Fuck me, Fr33k…gods…yes.” She was just a breath away from that edge.. From flying over it and she was going to take him with her… “Come with me… now…....now…” her voice was a hoarse heated whisper as she felt herself opening to him even more, if that was possible. Her grip on his cock tightened, her thighs tightened around him.

The infernally heated, tightly strung wrapped ball that he had made her, exploded into a million pieces until she was nothing but light. Particles of light that jettisoned off into the universe as she clung to him.

 

[fr33ks33k]

*Her words urged him on, pounding into her mercilessly until that tension in her loins contracted on him, seizing him after a final thrust. Her walls clenched and clutched his shaft, and the palpitations of her tunnel brought his orgasm on instantly. He burst like a floodgate, spurting jets of his seed into her. His hands held her at her lower back, fingers digging into the flesh there, his thighs rippled with the force of his exertion. A guttural moan rumbled against her chest as he came, holding her there as the moment spread into infinity*

 

[DarkWarrioress]

She couldn’t move. She knew she should release her grip around his body, but she couldn’t make her legs work. Her face turned into the side his neck as her chest heaved. Her warm breath on his skin.

She finally was able to lift her head, her green eyes held that sated look all well and thoroughly fucked women got. She framed his face with her hands and set soft bruised lips to his for a moment. Then rested her forehead against his.

She had no words.

 

[fr33ks33k]

*He didn't say a word, just smiled a spent smile, returned her soft kiss, and carried her up to her bedroom. He somehow knew the way, though he hadn't been there before. He chalked it up to the necklace in his euphoria-laden mind, and set her down on the bed, crawling into it on his side, hoping she didn't mind if he slept there; being too tired to ask, his eyes drifted closed, his arm draped over her hip as they snuggled together*

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Who knew how anyone in this house just knew things? It was the house, that's all she knew. Not one word of complaint or denial as he packed her off to bed. Far more than she expected from him actually. She snuggled back into his body and let sleep claim her as well.