girlwednesday | DUPLICITY → CONTACT

That isn't much of a punishment.

And if I tied you down so you couldn't touch me, or yourself, at all?

You could only watch. Or wait for me to touch you.

Or put my mouth on you.

That still does not sound like a punishment.

Even if my fingers already ache to touch you.

Would it be a punishment if I made you beg?

Is that what you want? To hear me beg for you?

To hear me moan your name and strain to try and touch you?

[one word.]

Yes.

Then what are you waiting for?

Let me get dressed and I'll be right down.

Don't wear too much.

Don't be wearing much.

[She's not wearing very much herself when she arrives: those short shorts and a button down that clearly belongs to someone else. He might recognize it from the photos he received once, a very long time ago. It's Ray's. The shirt is Ray's, but it was easier than finding a bra, a shirt, and taking the time to don all of them. Instead, she's wearing just the shirt and just the shorts.

He gets a smile when she walks in. Anyone who doesn't know her well might mistake it for bashful but since he knows her better, it's actually more a cross between predatory and desire.]

Hey.

[She shows up at his door to have kinky sex with him wearing another's mans shirt. If he were anyone else, that might be a deal breaker.

Instead it just arouses him further, makes him want to rip it from her body and claim it as his own.

He isn't wearing much, nothing more than a loose pair of dark lounge pants that leave his top half bare and ride tantalizingly low on his hips.]

Good evening, bella. To what do I owe the pleasure?

Pretty sure we discussed something about... [She acts as if she's thinking about what it was they were going to do. Like maybe it slipped her mind or something in the short ride between her floor and his.] ... you begging for me?

[Felicity stops in front of him, the sight of his bare chest doing things to her insides that she still has trouble thinking about for too long. Concentrating on the line of his pants, she draws a finger along that edge before looking up at him.] Unless you had something else in mind?

[There's a very distinct way in which his breath hitches within his throat at her touch. The way it slips back out in a soft, wavering sound, half pained sign, half desperate moan.

He's already for her, has been since she sent him that first picture. And honestly, if what she wanted right now was for him to drop to his knees and beg for her touch he would.]

Tell me what you want me to do.

[Hearing his breathing stutter when she touches him arouses her. Touching him does it, too, but knowing that he's affected by the way her hands move over his skin nearly makes her lightheaded. The temptation is there to do as he once asked and drop to her knees and let him look at her there with him in her mouth. She wants him to have that visual, but not today.]

I want you to lay down in your bed.

[She bites her lip and moves ahead of him to find-- actually, she has to ask.] I need four of your ties.

[Where she leads he follows, trailing after her like a puppy to a master. Only to stop as she turns and ask for his ties.

His very expensive, silk ties.]

My ties? What for?

[She promises that he will not give a damn about his ties in about five minutes.]

So I can tie you to your bed.

[The way she says it is like it's a done deal.]

I don't want you to be able to move or touch me while I'm touching you.

And you have to use my ties for this?

[No, he is absolutely not going to give a single fuck. Once she actually has him tied to the bed.

Right now? He gives a lot.]

[She gives him a Look.]

Do you have anything else I can use? Or... ones you don't like as much?

[She undoes the buttons on Ray's shirt and lets it fall open. Granted, it doesn't show much, but it makes it very clear she's not wearing anything underneath.]

[The sound that falls from his lips at her playing so dirty is practically inhuman, all deep, dark feral growl and he wants to rip that shirt from her body so badly his fingers flex with the effort not to do so.]

Fine. Take any but the red.

[Thanking him with her smile, she finds four that she thinks will do nicely - three that are actually quite ugly, she thinks, and one that's not bad - and nods him toward the bed.]

Up there.

[It takes a moment, but she secures his hands first. Not at all tightly (and he could probably slip his hands out if he really, really wanted to), and then his ankles. She then crawls onto the bed between his thighs and goes up on her knees to part the shirt just between her breasts.]

You didn't tell me how much you liked this shirt, Ezio. [She smirks at him, then leans over to place an open-mouthed kiss on his stomach, not far above the hem of his pants. Catching his eye, she adds:] It's Ray's.

[Of course he was going to give in to her. All she ever had to do was ask and he would do his best to ensure she got whatever it was she wanted. Even at the price of his ties.

Even at the price of laying stoically still as she moved him, as she lifted his arms and wrapped the silk about his wrist, tying them to the bed frame. It was far from tight, barely enough to keep him in place really, and he had a distinct feeling those ties weren't going to make it.

Especially with the way her mouth was on him and she was speaking, confirming what he already knew, and it made something churn within his stomach, made a sick sort of possessiveness he had no business having spring to life.]

You would look better in one of mine.

I don't have one of yours.

[It's hummed against his skin and Felicity kisses her way up his bare chest, stopping to tease one of his nipples, then nuzzle into his neck, before capturing his mouth in a deep kiss. She doesn't let it linger though before she moves her lips to his ear, whispering as if she's imparting some great secret, when really it's a simple request.]

I want you to come in my mouth.

[She says it, then moves down his body again, straddling one thigh so she can lower the cotton pants he's wearing.] Lift your hips.

We can fix that.

[Voice slightly breathless from her teasing - and who would have guessed that she would be so good at it? He really needed to stop underestimating her - only to catch painfully within his chest as those lips to move to his ear and they whisper those words.

Hips lift the moment she commands it, surprisingly well behaved for someone who's in the submissive position. But Ezio is adept at getting what he wants, and right now he wants nothing more than to have her mouth on his cock.]

We should.

[There's something a little intimidating about having his cock just there for her to touch and stroke, but she gets over it very quickly by settling between his thighs, using his pants as a balance. She could remove them, but it'd require untying him and she's not going to do that. Besides:]

I kind of like you in this half-undressed, almost debauched state.

[Wrapping her hand around his length, she strokes him carefully, wondering if knows that this arouses her almost as much as it does him. Every stroke is topped with a swipe of her thumb over the head of his cock and finally, she leans over to lick him from base to tip. Just once, before she locks eyes with him and does it again. This time, when Felicity reaches the tip, she lowers her head and takes him in her mouth. She swallows about half of him before lifting off, then doing it again, going lower.

Several tries later and she's moving her head up and down his entire length, sighing her happiness.]

[The statement that she has no idea just how debauched he truly is almost slips from his lips.

Almost.

But it fails to ever come to life because in the next moment her mouth is on him and he forgets absolutely everything. Forgets his own name. Forgets how to breath. All that he can think or feel is how amazing the warm, wet cavern of her mouth is and how that hum of happiness goes directly into his cock, setting his nerves alight with pleasure.]

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