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Post by Sylvia on Feb 27, 2008 7:32:25 GMT -5
*Her smile grew and she rocked her hips gently against his.*
"It is no trouble. Perhaps it is not something that I wish only to please you..."
*Her voice was breathy and wanton as she drew her fingertips gently up his sides. Her mind ever calculating, she rocked again, drawing her warm tongue over his lip.*
"Is this something that you would deny me, should I ask for it?"
*She sucked his lip between hers for a moment.*
"If I was begging you for satisfaction?"
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Post by Thatcher on Feb 27, 2008 8:13:23 GMT -5
"If you desire it, then I am willing for you to take me," *he said, strangely submissive though his shadowed gaze hid something from her.*
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Post by Sylvia on Feb 27, 2008 8:21:41 GMT -5
Take you?
*Sylvia's interest was piqued. Was this some sort of new game? A test? What was the catch? Her pace not slowing, she nipped softly at his skin.*
"Mmm..." *She purred.*
"Even if I wanted to try...something different?"
*Her tongue slipped over his neck invitingly.*
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Post by Thatcher on Feb 27, 2008 8:24:41 GMT -5
*He chuckled at that.*
"You think you can hurt or scare me, my girl?" *he murmured huskily.* "I'd like to see you try."
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Post by Sylvia on Feb 27, 2008 8:29:40 GMT -5
*Sylvia giggled in echo and shook her head.*
"Oh, nothing like that. Just..."
*She scooted back a little, her nips moving to his chest as she pulled the soft belt from her gown. She arched a brow questioningly.*
"Perhaps I could take you...all prone and wanting?"
*She sucked her lip invitingly. She didn't think for one second that this would be any sort of escape plan, the doors were still locked after all, but she was curious about how much he was willing to give within these walls.*
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Post by Thatcher on Feb 27, 2008 8:35:51 GMT -5
((Her nips, indeed? CENSORSHIP FAIRY WE NEEDZ YOU!))
"Whatever would please you, Sylvia," *he said compliantly, his thumb stroking her cheek softly for a moment.*
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Post by Sylvia on Feb 27, 2008 15:32:19 GMT -5
*Well, that was a start. She smiled mischievously, quite delighted at his strange generosity. With a well practiced grace she bound his hands together with the belt and tugged them over his head. She lifted her brow inquisitively, her smile not fading. She just wanted to make sure he hadn't changed his mind.*
"You promise?"
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Post by Thatcher on Feb 27, 2008 15:49:20 GMT -5
*He smirked inwardly. Did she really think she could render him powerless?*
"I promise, love."
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Post by Sylvia on Feb 27, 2008 15:58:13 GMT -5
*Sylvia bit her lip in delight. Something new. She bound his hands to the headboard above his head. With a look of accomplishment she paused, looking him over as if to decide where to start, or as if she was debating something.*
"You really are too good to me." *She purred.*
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Post by Thatcher on Feb 27, 2008 16:07:58 GMT -5
"Yes...I know."
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Post by Sylvia on Feb 27, 2008 16:18:05 GMT -5
*She let out a soft laugh. Sylvia knew better. If this was a test, she would pass it with flying colors. So what if he never trusted her? She'd never trusted anyone. But even a small step was still a step. She turned her attention back to his clothing, sliding her hands over his chest provocatively as she pushed herself back, over his legs and off of him. Pausing for a moment, she lowered her lashes shyly.*
"I will endeavor to show my appreciation for such generosity."
*She carefully removed each shoe and sock beneath it, rubbing his feet tenderly as she knelt at the foot of the bed.*
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Post by Thatcher on Feb 27, 2008 16:33:43 GMT -5
*He sighed softly, his eyes falling shut. At that moment, a footrub was almost preferable to sex, he thought.*
"You're very good with your hands," *he murmured.*
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Post by Sylvia on Feb 27, 2008 16:42:11 GMT -5
((Yeah, I could go for one at the moment.))
"Thank you, sir."
*She took her time, slowly working her soft hands up his ankles, her fingertips slipping beneath the fabric of his trousers as she massaged his calves in turn.*
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Post by Thatcher on Feb 27, 2008 17:29:24 GMT -5
*foams at the mouth* Oh yeah...
*Slowly, Thatcher relaxed under her skilled hands. He smiled to himself, knowing he couldn't have picked anyone better.*
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Post by Sylvia on Feb 27, 2008 18:49:39 GMT -5
((Aww. In a totally creepy psycho way, of course.))
*Sylvia worked patiently, mostly over the clothing he still wore, but tugging it aside gently where she could as she massage up his body, trying to relieve the tension between them with the action. Her fingers traced the buttons of his shirt, working them free slowly and tracing her fingers over the skin beneath.*
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