The Mansion

[DarkWarrioress]

Her body arched back into his hands as her orgasm slammed into her. She couldn't even look away from his eyes as it did. She wanted him to see. Wanted him to know what he was doing to her. Her world splintered into a million pieces. Her pupils contracted. Her fingers dug into the flesh on his back, hanging on as her body quaked against his. Muscles strained below the surface of her skin.

"Oh fuck, CT..."

He was close. She sensed it. As much as she wouldn't mind him exploding in her body, she had another need and one she knew he could and would give her. Her small fists pounded on his arms.

"Let me down, CT.." she managed to rasp through a dry throat, "let me down."

 

[chronicle_tenko]

She came. Her tiny body seizing, her eyes unfocusing, and her body clenching tight. So tight he couldn't move, simply shudder, and shake inside her. Close. So close, and Still the finish line was drawing away. Like a moving target the race extending even as it drove him mad. And she never looked away. Watching showing him all that he had done, and all that he ad taken from her. She was beautiful, she was wanton, and he wanted her. Wanted to finish with her. His arms around her as he began to lift her to drop her slowly back onto his shaft, and to hold her up filling her, Until her arms and fists beat on him. Until she pleaded.

"Let me down."

So close, and his mind kicked in. Cautious, worried. If he had hurt her, or if head done something. To her throat with her raspy voice, to her body as he crushed it into stones. But she was his warrioress. His steel gauntlet wrapped in velvet. Tough and capable and ready for Love like war. Those thoughts dismissed themselves even as he removed himself from her. And twitched. Hard. The need to complete so insistent, so close. Even still he put her down. Tender, sweet, looking at her lovely form for anything more than scratches and scrapes, and the red prints of his hand on her bottom.

She touched ground. Fine, fit, beautiful and his lust reminded him as he groaned aloud.

"Please Cait, I'm so close."

 

[DarkWarrioress]

She dropped to her knees, her body still shaking with the remnants of her orgasm still shuddering through her. She looked up into his face, her eyes pleading.

"Here, CT. Here. I want you to cum here. On my breasts. Mark me."

She held her rounded flesh together, cupping them from underneath, presenting them to him for his use. She wanted his seed there. All over her chest. The smell of him, the feel of him, to rub into her skin.

 

[chronicle_tenko]

It was gorgeous. An acceptance both to him and of his surrender. This would finish him. beat him and put him on the ground. It would be messy and explosive and everything he wanted. So why would he hesitate. Only to say.

"Thank you."

It was scarcely a whisper as he came to stand above her. Towering high and lofty, his long legs after her kneeling placing him just above her breasts. It didn't matter. He slotted between them anyway, Lowering himself until the shaft slid through the tunnel. Slick with her juices, He sped. Needing only a few strokes before it twitched the vein throbbing as he sped into his own oblivion. his hand held, and aimed, Unleashing a torrent across her nipples, dripping down the swell of her chest, and onto her hands. Sticky against her fingers.

"Caitlin."

He moaned her name, and had no more words, a roar against the sky, as his legs shook. Betraying him as he let loose. The second volley more energetic than the first. arcing high to splash on her neck and in the pool of her throat. Clinging thick and hot. A necklace of pearls, before His eyes closed and opened, in shutter speed. The pictures assaulting his mind as he covered her chest, watching her coo, and seeing her enjoyment as he fell. As the best of him, splashed meaningfully, thickly across her breasts. The very last dripping slowly until it hung from her right nipple. he breathed slow, ragged. Like a man who has finished a marathon when he trained for a sprint.

"Thank you."

And he hit his knees on the blanket. Kicked and moved, the basket long since scattered. He sweated, and felt cold for the first time in hours. And with a long exhalation his head bowed. Tired, and in surrender.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

He owed her no thanks. She asked for this, wanted it. There was some need in her to want this. He towered over her, slipping his cock into the valley of her breasts as she folded herself around him, snugly.

He was a vision to behold. Wild. Unfettered. She couldn't take her eyes off of him as she watched him race toward his own pleasure. It was glorious to witness. His essence hit her. Coating her nipples then the tops of her breasts. Her hands were coated next. His next gift splashed across the base of her neck. She felt his heat sink into her flesh. She whimpered softly, incoherently as she continued to hold her breasts out for his pleasure. His seed roped her, like pearls.

And when he was finished, done for, her hands were already rubbing him into her skin. She inhaled deeply, taking in his scent. She didn't move toward him until he was thoroughly abosrbed into her and even then, she was licking her fingers clean before she went to him, kissing his brow and urging him back, to lie beneath the stars with her.

"Thank you, CT," her voice, soft and tender.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

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[DarkWarrioress]

She rose early, headed down to the beach and dove into the cold water of the ocean. A long leisurely swim was had before she came ashore again, gathering her clothing and padding, still nude, back to the house. The maids had locked up but no matter, she used the key she had secreted away for such matters.

Lettng herself into the house, the door quietly closing behind her, she moved toward her bedroom, dumping her clothes into the laundry and took a nice warm shower. The warmth seeped into her bones, chasing away the chill. Hair washed, body washed and rinsed, the waters faucets were turned off and a towel began.

A soft kiss on the sleeping Papa Bear's temple so as not to wake him. Dressed for the day in shorts and another tank top, she moved quietly through the house toward the kitchen to turn on the coffee pot. While she waited for it to do its thing, she snagged a piece of fruit and meandered into the office, flipping on her computer.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

It's cloudy and cool outside. I'm feeling just a bit cuddily and romantic.

Josh Turner: Your Man

Another favorite of mine by Josh Turner: Would You Go With Me.

 

[Annisthyrienne]

*Slipping into the mansion, I leave a little note for the mistress of the manor. It is cryptic, but she'll decipher it.*


IYQ, KT QT!

*Slipping out as quietly as I came in, a soft chuckle in my throat as I begin to hum a Josh Turner tune that has somehow gotten stuck in my head.*

 

[DarkWarrioress]

"God Gave Me You"

Sung by Blake Sheldon


I've been a walking heartache
I've made a mess of me
The person that I've been lately
Ain't who I wanna be

But you stay here right beside me
And watch as the storm blows through
And I need you

Cause God gave me you for the ups and downs
God gave me you for the days of doubt
And for when I think I lost my way
There are no words here left to say, it's true
God gave me you
Gave me you

There's more here than what we're seeing
A divine conspiracy
That you, an angel lovely
Could somehow fall for me
You'll always be love's great martyr
And I'll be the flattered fool
And I need you
Yeah!
​

 

[DarkWarrioress]

*Slipping into the mansion, I leave a little note for the mistress of the manor. It is cryptic, but she'll decipher it.*


IYQ, KT QT!

*Slipping out as quietly as I came in, a soft chuckle in my throat as I begin to hum a Josh Turner tune that has somehow gotten stuck in my head.*

yeah I figured it out.

Now I have a headache.

*whimper*

 

[DarkWarrioress]

The sun had barely just sunk beyond the horizon. There were wisps of clouds dotting the emerging night sky. She stood on the edge where the ocean met the sand, below the pier watching the water edge up and over her toes. It was odd how the weather was so chilly tonight, given the time of the year. A lot of things probably appeared odd. Probably were. She tugged the shawl around her shoulders, tighter together.

Her eyes turned toward the night sky, expectantly. Waiting.

There.

Star bright.
Star light.
First star I see tonight.
Wish I may
Wish I might
Grant me the wish
I wish tonight.

Her lips twitched. She suddenly felt like a little girl again. Wishing on a star. What was she wishing for?

Clarity? Wisdom?

She wasn't sure.

Maybe she'd just leave it as an open wish.

Could she do that?

She was going to find out.

 

[Firmhanded_Daddy]

Sleep had kicked him out early this morning and he was feeling it. Still it granted him a rare opportunity to catch her sleeping for once. He had gone out and thought about this one hard. So many choices, so little time! The small box in his hand had a wordless silver gloss. He popped his head in and saw her still sleeping. A soft smile crosses his lips.

Mouse quiet he crossed the distance to the bed and set the small box on what had become his pillow. His scent still lingered on the fluffy surface, in the sheets.

Next to the box he lay a hand written note. He had taken his time writing it. There wasn't much on it, but by the pen strokes one could tell this was the part that had been the most difficult.

"Caitlin,

Hopefully with this you will never have to chase the stars again to get your wish. You are always in my thoughts baby girl.

Papa Bear"

When she opened the box she would find it. Beautiful and elegant. Just like her.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Sleep had kicked him out early this morning and he was feeling it. Still it granted him a rare opportunity to catch her sleeping for once. He had gone out and thought about this one hard. So many choices, so little time! The small box in his hand had a wordless silver gloss. He popped his head in and saw her still sleeping. A soft smile crosses his lips.

Mouse quiet he crossed the distance to the bed and set the small box on what had become his pillow. His scent still lingered on the fluffy surface, in the sheets.

Next to the box he lay a hand written note. He had taken his time writing it. There wasn't much on it, but by the pen strokes one could tell this was the part that had been the most difficult.

"Caitlin,

Hopefully with this you will never have to chase the stars again to get your wish. You are always in my thoughts baby girl.

Papa Bear"

When she opened the box she would find it. Beautiful and elegant. Just like her.

She hardly ever slept in late. Maybe two hours later than she normally did and usually only when she was extremely tired. She laid there with her eyes closed for a moment, just listening to the silence and when she did open her eyes, she was greeted with the vision of something sitting on his pillow. Drawing herself up on an elbow, she rubbed her eyes and reached for the note under the small box and read.

He always knew. Always. She knew the effort it took to write this and her heart simply melted. Maybe.... open wishes were a good thing after all.

Setting the note on her pillow, she reached for and opened the box. What was inside captivated her. A solitary fingertip lightly touched the surface and she smiled.

He had given her, her own star. One she could and would wear upon her skin. The lid was closed gently, the box clenched in her hand tightly as she got out of bed. The note would go in her small cedar box of treasures she kept in her desk. The star? Well, she was going to find her Papa Bear and ask him to put it on her. His gift said so much and meant that much more. She had no words. Then again, she knew she needed none.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

More music this morning:

Blind Guardian: Another Stranger Me.

Manowar: Warriors of the World

 

[DarkWarrioress]

She didn't go wishing on stars tonight. She didn't need to. She had her own star, around her neck. Her fngers came up to touch it, making her smile. Slipping from her walk in closet, she turned off the light, closed the door behind her. The dress, the lingerie were all set aside, waiting for that special night. It was going to happen. She was going to make it so.

Moonlight filtered in through the curtains. She was dressed in her usual nightwear, a white button down men's business shirt. The shirt hung off her, down to her knees. The shirt was unbuttoned at the top by a few buttons. The star that hung from her throat sat just at the valley of her breasts. Those two things were the only things she wore to bed.

His side was still empty but she wasn't worried. he would join her soon enough. The covers were tossed back and only the top sheet came up to her waist as she settled in. Her head for now, on a pillow but it wouldn't stay that way. He would gather her close when he came to bed, settling her on his arm or against his chest. Other times, she curled close when she came to bed and his arm always found her, snagging her around the waist and tugging her into the shelter of his body, curling it around her protectively.

The coolness of the pillow sank under her cheek as her eyes closed. The lack of sleep despite the nap today, was taking its toll.

 

[Firmhanded_Daddy]

The hour was much later than he had expected. He planned to be in bed hours ago but this pesky headache had been holding on like stink on shit. He made his way toward her room and paused in the doorway.

Smiling from ear to ear he looked over her. She was laying sprawled, crimson mane in a fiery mess. Moonlight was filtering in through the window and he saw the light glint off the gift he had given her. He hoped that she enjoyed it.

He stared at her for another moment more, just watching her fondly. Then he shed his clothing and slipped into the bed beside her. Leaning forward to kiss just over her heart. Whispering to her still sleeping frame. "Now you can keep your lucky star close to your heart."

He then wrapped her in his arms, pulling her against him, guiding her head on his chest. She stirred just enough to murmur his name. With a smile he stroke the hair from her face. Kissing her brow. "Go back to sleep baby girl. I'm here."

She snuggled in and was breathing evenly again within seconds. He lay back, staring at the ceiling. He could not help the smile on his lips. Softly he offered to the stars, the gods, the devils, whoever was listening. "How did I get so lucky..?"

Not expecting an answer he closed his eyes to let sleep take him.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Morning. It comes with blue skies and sunshine. It comes with a hot cup of coffee and smiles. I am just eternally grateful that it comes at all.

Sharing just one little simple fact about myself with Papa Bear.

Finding an unexpected PM in my box.

Simple pleasures, but still a pleasure. I haven't checked yet, but unless something has changed, I am all caught up on threads. I think I'll go be geeky for a bit.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Rita Ora ~ How We Do (Party)

 

[fr33ks33k]

Rita Ora ~ How We Do (Party)

As much as I hate myself for it, I like that song.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

As much as I hate myself for it, I like that song.

It's catchy, isn't it?

 

[fr33ks33k]

It's catchy, isn't it?

Sure is. *sigh*

 

[DarkWarrioress]

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[DarkWarrioress]

She slipped from bed quietly so as not to wake him, putting on the discarded shirt she had left at the foot of the bed earlier. Quiet feet stepped across the floor and led her softly out of the room, but not before she paused in the doorway to cast a brief look over her shoulder at the sleeping form in the other side of the bed. She left the door cracked open for when she came back to bed.

Her feet took her to the study and her desk. A hand stretched into the darkness to locate and find the chain to the study lamp and pulled it. There was a soft click and the space around her desk was flooded with a soft muted light. A hand to the back of her neck as the computer fired up.

There was a note from SB waiting for her and she read it with a smile. A click of her mouse took her to the link he provided and she read, still smiling. A subscription was placed so she could keep track. Calypso. Thoughts swirled for a moment before she was back at her subscriptions and clicked on the earliest post that required her response. Might as well write until her brain told her it was tired again.....

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Hair tumbled in a fioery mass across and over her shoulders, seemingly going all directions at the same time. A hand lifts to brush it away from her face as her eyes blink owlishly. Sitting up slowly her hands went to her lower back with a soft groan.

Damn. Falling asleep in your desk chair with your face planted into the keyboard is not a good thing.

Covering her mouth with a hand as she yawned, she got up from her chair and stretched making a beeline for the kitchen. Intent? Coffee. What else?