The Mansion

[DarkWarrioress]

One arm lifted, curled around his neck. Her other stayed below, working with his to to get him positioned just right under her. The pad of her thumb raked lightly over the head of his cock before it came away. Her eyes widened, then softened, as he started to enter her body, pressing her open for his length and width. She closed around him, muscles tugging at him, urging him to slide further into her warmth, to fill her.

 

[EkedSad]

And he would fill her, nice and good. His hips rocking upwords to press into her. This was need and want, lust and desire, he wanted to make her feel good, as well as himself as quick as possible. No drawn out moments any longer, he looked her in the eyes as he buried that cock inside her, his hips making wet smacking noises as he fucked her against the wall of her own mansion.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Her back arched away from him as he slid deeper and was still pushing as she came upright again. Her fingers dug into his arms. Their eyes locked. Her body welcomed his as he drove deeply inside her and retreated, only to return time and time again. each time with a little more force. Each time, he drove in strongly, to the hilt. She could feel his balls slapping against her with the force of his drive. Her breasts jiggled against his chest. Her lips sought his again. She desired to taste him.

 

[EkedSad]

No no kisses, he avoided her mouth, only to lean close, just to feel her breathing as she was taken by him, likewise to her. He slide in and out of her firmly, his balls smacking against her thighs, he watched as her tits jiggled with his hard demanding thrusts. He was taking her as he wanted, and in a sense how she wanted. There was just a primal urge here, something that need to be done a while ago, now simply coming to a head.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

His avoidance made her brow arch. She wasn't good enough to kiss anymore? Slender fingers found their way into the hair at the back of his head and yanked. There wasn't a bit of gentleness in her action. Her teeth found his jaw and raked across it, growling softly. That wasn't enough to sate her. Those teeth of hers found the side of his neck and sunk in just stopping shy of breaking skin. Let him carry her mark, however temporarily, when he left her house.

 

[EkedSad]

He cried out in pain, the sudden shock started to send him over the edge. Jerking her hair back he pressed his lips against her own hard, biting her lip as he spasmed inside her, warmth mixed with her own as he cried out in her mouth as his body shook with his loosening inside her.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

He cried out in pain, the sudden shock started to send him over the edge. Jerking her hair back he pressed his lips against her own hard, biting her lip as he spasmed inside her, warmth mixed with her own as he cried out in her mouth as his body shook with his loosening inside her.

He had been battering her back against the wall, taking, giving pleasure, managing to tap into a place where anger and desire melded. Lust had risen sharply, sliding them along its edge, hurtling them toward the obvious outcome.

His cry was like music in her ear, making her body tighten around that part of him that was driving into her body over and over. Repeatedly. The sharp, harsh, sudden jerk of her head backwards by his hand fisted in her hair, served to spin her out of control, losing herself in the pleasure he gave her and sealed with the lustful kiss he pressed to her lips.

His teeth made her lip sting, causing her to sink her free hand into his upper arm, meeting tense muscle. It didn't deter her. Her nails left crescent shapes in his skin. She swallowed the passionate outburst that echoed in her mouth, taking it for her own. His release triggered her own and she rode him 'til their bodies slowed, slumping against each other and pressed against the wall.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

The lights winked out, one by one until the great room was encompassed in darkness. She moved like a spirit through her own house, locking doors or ensuring they were locked. As she moved passed the stairway that led to the upstairs bedrooms, she paused, hand on the bannister. She didn't look up. She simply moved on, moving throught the kitchen, down the stairs into the entertainment room, again, making sure everything was turned off and locked up. Makiing her way back upstairs, she flipped off the light in the kitchen and headed for bed.

Just inside her bedroom, closing the door softly behind her, she peeled out of her clothes and made her way to her side of the bed, almost stumbling over a couple of pillows on the floor. She cursed softly under her breath, pausing to pick them up and stack them at the end of the bed before she slipped in next to her Papa Bear.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Three hours later and she was up again, various reason. Things she had to learn to live with in the interim. Two hours after that, she headed back for bed and with his voice in her ear, like a heartbeat, calling her back to sleep. Her body, the traitor it is, woke her later than usual but still early and now, she was fuzzily waking up.

Potato or writer? Which should she be this morning?

COFFEE! And lots of it.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

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[Firmhanded_Daddy]

He heard her stumbling around last night, swearing at invisible pillows. Laying in bed that morning had given him an idea. He wasn't the most skilled man in the world but this was a simple project that would save a load of headache, and possibly a broken ankle.

One of the maids looked at him funny when he gathered up the big canvas laundry bag, and two 2x4's already cut and carried it into the room. He came back in a return trip with a tool bag.

He took out a carpenters pencil. Placing marks in each piece of wood. Making sure they were staggered far enough apart so that he wasn't trying to put nails through nails. Two tick marks drawn on the door to act as leveling guides he wrapped some of the canvas laundry bag around the piece of wood. Then he pulled out some small nails and drove them into the wooden door with a quick series of loud strikes.

The bag nailed neatly against the door he pulled out the longer nails and the second piece of wood. Another series of strikes set the longer nails through the first piece of wood, the bag, the second piece of wood, and finally the door.

He fired up an application on his phone and set it on the wood, checking to make sure it was level. Perfect. Now the real test.

He gathered the extra pillows which had no home when he came into the room and stuffed them in the heavy canvas bag.

With a smile he cleaned up his mess and trotted his way out of the room.

Perfect.

 

[Light Ice]

His mess could not intrude upon the halls. The maids wouldn't let it. As of late he had set about distracting them. A few had nearly vanished entirely. Rumors were circulating. A high-heel found in such and such room, girl missing. Giggles from beyond his door. And, at night, the crack of a sharp impact on pliant skin and plaintiff sounds from within.

It was almost business as usual.

To those that roamed the house, however, he'd remained a ghost. It wasn't entirely irregular. His had never been a particular social way about this place. Still, evidence of him had made itself known. Flowers, arranged on a counter. A rich palette of colors displayed in a variety of blossoms.

 

[EkedSad]

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Thanks for the fun time.

~ES

 

[DarkWarrioress]

He heard her stumbling around last night, swearing at invisible pillows. Laying in bed that morning had given him an idea. He wasn't the most skilled man in the world but this was a simple project that would save a load of headache, and possibly a broken ankle.

One of the maids looked at him funny when he gathered up the big canvas laundry bag, and two 2x4's already cut and carried it into the room. He came back in a return trip with a tool bag.

He took out a carpenters pencil. Placing marks in each piece of wood. Making sure they were staggered far enough apart so that he wasn't trying to put nails through nails. Two tick marks drawn on the door to act as leveling guides he wrapped some of the canvas laundry bag around the piece of wood. Then he pulled out some small nails and drove them into the wooden door with a quick series of loud strikes.

The bag nailed neatly against the door he pulled out the longer nails and the second piece of wood. Another series of strikes set the longer nails through the first piece of wood, the bag, the second piece of wood, and finally the door.

He fired up an application on his phone and set it on the wood, checking to make sure it was level. Perfect. Now the real test.

He gathered the extra pillows which had no home when he came into the room and stuffed them in the heavy canvas bag.

With a smile he cleaned up his mess and trotted his way out of the room.

Perfect.

She had stumbled off to bed again but instead of her toes encountering tossed pillows laying willy nilly around the bed, she found empty space. Curiosity got the better of her. Moving to the sliding doors, she slid the thin curtains back, letting the moonlight fliter in unimpeded and except the pillows at the head of the bed, there weren't any. What the hell? Getting down on all fours she peered under the bed. Nada. Sitting back on her heels she glanced around the room. Where had he put them?

Her eyes the closet door. Rising from the floor, she quietly opened the door and found them. In a large bag hanging from the door. Her eyes went thoughtful and soft. Every day he endeared himself to her. Closing the closet door she tiptoed to the bed and simply watched him sleep for a space of time. Pulling back the silk sheet, she slid into bed, wearing her strapped, thin, long flowing nightgown. It wasn't her usual but it was her and reflected how she felt. Feminine. Soft. Watched over. Care for.

As she snuggled down, she ran a single fingertip over the side of his face. Leaned over and placed a soft kiss on his cheek before letting her eyes close and her soul soar away into peace.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

His mess could not intrude upon the halls. The maids wouldn't let it. As of late he had set about distracting them. A few had nearly vanished entirely. Rumors were circulating. A high-heel found in such and such room, girl missing. Giggles from beyond his door. And, at night, the crack of a sharp impact on pliant skin and plaintiff sounds from within.

It was almost business as usual.

To those that roamed the house, however, he'd remained a ghost. It wasn't entirely irregular. His had never been a particular social way about this place. Still, evidence of him had made itself known. Flowers, arranged on a counter. A rich palette of colors displayed in a variety of blossoms.

She could hardly believe that sleep had laid so fierce a claim on her and had reluctantly released her. As she padded into the kitchen, still in her nightgown, her eyes spotted the flowers, already in a vase and just waiting for her. It was a lovely arrangement and they made her smile. They always did. The man who left them for her always did. A solitary fingertip touched a petal here and there.

The maids bustled around the manor. It seemed smiles abounded once more. Sly looks shot in her direction. Those made her snicker softly. Apparently the Ice Man had surfaced from his writing and was taking a break, well, taking something from the looks of it. With an inward sigh, she poured herself a cup of coffee and headed for the office to put the temp agency back on speed dial again.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

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Thanks for the fun time.

~ES

In her office she found the roses, lined on her desk and the note. She gathered them, admiring their colors and their beauty. Summoning one of the maids, she asked for a vase of water. The maid offered to take them to the kitchen instead and arrange them. She acquiesced with the stipulation those roses came back into her office. The maid gathered them and turned to go, there was a slight tear in the hem of her skirt. A shake of her head, another soft sigh and she was reaching for the phone.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

She needed that. A shower. Rinse the night's sweat from her body and wash her hair. She was content. Mostly caught up with her threads, a cup of steaming coffee in her hands. Now it was time to go sit on the back patio, let down her hair to air dry and enjoy the coffee and the serenity that presented itself to her today.

 

[chronicle_tenko]

Again from over the hill and far away, walking towards the mansion, with an easy pace, a bottle and a basket. A simple pair of denim jeans, and a dock workers shirt. Casually open and flapping like his hair. A blanket held in the crook of his arm. Smiling even visible from afar, as he approaches the back patio, and the lady of the house.

Finally standing before her. Uncharacteristically nervous, and hiding it well. Far more so than when she was wielding a weapon and slamming into him with anger.

"I brought a picnic. Join me for a walk?"

 

[DarkWarrioress]

His voice came softly, over the breeze that was lightly blowing and drying her hanging hair. She wore a sleeveless, button up blouse and a short emerald green skirt. Under the skirt she had chosen to wear silk stockings and garters. It was a whim she indulged in from time to time, especially when she was feeling very feminine, like today.

Glancing in his direction, her eyes noted the basket, bottle and blanket. They brought a smile to her eyes but she didn't rise, yet.

"Good Morning, CT. I'd love to. Just let me empty this cup first. It has just a few drops left."

She gave him an impish grin and tipped the mug to her lips, finishing off her cofee.

"Do you have some place in mind?"

 

[chronicle_tenko]

He shook his head with a rascal's grin. The movement tossing his hair gently on the dying winds.

"No. I just thought it would be sweet to take the lady of the house on an adventure. Discover someplace new about her lavish home and grounds."

With that same grin he approached offering her the bottle, and the grin became a smirk. A bottle of Dolce Vida Tequila Blanco 100% Agave, 100 proof. His arm crooks and beckons, her to place her arm in his, and the smile warms to that of a genuine friend as he loops them together and helps her stand, picking his direction at random before walking slowly, at a pace she can easily follow. Into the wild.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

The bottle he held out to her, made her grin. Oh dear. Tequila. He was tempting the devil, wasn't he? She slipped a hand through the crook of his arm as she stood, leaving behind her coffe mug. Linking arms, she gave his a brief squeeze.

"I hope you brought somethng more substantial in that basket to go along with that tequila. A walk would be lovely as well as sharing your company. I have yet to explore the woods, slightly out of my garden's reach.

Lead on McDuff... lead on."

 

[chronicle_tenko]

"Oh Aye." He gave her a small wink. "But food more of my own past. Cubed smoked Gouda, fresh fruit, frozen fruit. Mundare Sausage. Fresh baked Biscuits. I tell you truly Caitlin. It is a pain to properly stack a basket like this so things stay hot or cold."

The woods loomed, a dense and beautiful den. Birch and Willow English Oak that somehow withstood the Douglas Fir. Until by a smooth clear running stream he found the spot. A mossy crop on stone, worn flat by time and big enough for a bed, with a rising hill behind them. He spread the blanket, and waited for her to sit before he began to take out fruit, and glasses. Salt, and lime, and beef. Tender enough to fall apart in fingers. Hot enough to require blowing. His fingers dipped into a bowl to bring back strawberries.

"Open your mouth."

And he gently placed a berry between her lips.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

The walk wasn't long per se, but it was a good distance from the house. When she glanced over her shoulder, she could no longer see it. The rock he had found to put his blanket upon was quite large and amazingly flat. A hill rose up behind them, the sea, stood before them, she could make it out between the sparce trees in front of them. She waited, slightly to one side, as he spread the blanket for them then knelt and finally sat down, folding her legs to one side. She hadn't expected to go on a picnic or she would have dressed differently. But then, life was full of surprises and nothing less than to embrace every moment, would do.

"Open your mouth."

She did so without thought and found a sweet berry, kissed with sunshine, between her lips. Biting down upon it, the sweet juice ran across her tongue and a hand rose swiftly to catch the juice before it stained her blouse.

 

[chronicle_tenko]

"Sweet isn't it. Not as much as you, but then, what is?"

It was a cheesy line, but truth often is. She was delicious, especially in her short skirt and blouse, and a picnic while lovely was far from his plans. It was just nice to have a full belly for energy.

He fed her. Cheese wrapped in hot beef slices, Pears dripping sweet, and sticky. Grapes, and Strawberries, and finally a simple poured shot. With water to wash it down. They sat under the noon sun, and his arm wrapped her, pulled her close and then lay her down face in his folded shirt for a pillow. Picking up her foot, and pushing thumbs into her heel, and across her arches. That smooth alternation between a gentle rub, and a firm press. Relaxation versus therapy.

Bit by bit over both feet until he was traveling up her calves to roll back her stockings, and slip them off. Marveling how she only got lovelier without the accessory. His hands back on her calves, traveling lightly up the slim strong muscle. Easing tension, rubbing deeply into the just worked muscle. Allowing her to relax for a few moments. She'd need her rest.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

He was being cheesy, but cute. The food was delicious and he insisted on feeding her. That was a novel concept for her but she settled in to enjoy it, removing her strapped sandals in the process. Handing her a single shot of tequila, she downed it. Sans the water, that, she waved away. Tequila was by far her favorite drink. Too much of it, however, convinced her to do very wicked things. The single shot sent a path of warmth down into her tummy. It made her relax and feel lazy.

His guidance, so that she laid faced down on the blanket, went unchallenged as she foldher her arms under her head and relaxed. Hios hands were miracles, finding and convincing tight muscles to relax. She gave a small sigh of pleasure, her eyes closing. Even when his hands slipped up under her skirt to release her stockings and roll them down her legs and off completely, did nothing more than make her purr in contentment.