girlwednesday | DUPLICITY → CONTACT

[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.]

[Felicity knows just how debauched he is in his life, but here, with her, he looks like a man waiting for more. She gives it to him.

It's nothing short of pure enthusiasm the way she swallows him deep, the tip of her nose brushing the curls surrounding the base of his cock. Though her fingernails have been teasing his inner thighs, she moves her hand back to his cock so she can lower her mouth to take his balls gently in her mouth. She teases him first, licking and kissing them, knowing they're sensitive, before she tries it. Her hand strokes him in time with her motions and she eventually kisses her way back to his hardness, licking the entire length before looking at him and starting over from the beginning.

She alternates between shallow sucks and long, deep swallows, her hand making up the difference when she does so. Adjusting so she's straddling his thigh again, she presses down against his muscles so he can feel how hot he makes her.]

[She's so good at this.

And the thought briefly passes through his mind of just how she probably became so good before pushing it as far down and away as he possibly can. There is no room for those sorts of thoughts when he's the one she's with right now. When it's his cock she's currently working.

And good lord is she working it. It feels as though he's on fire, and her sweet tongue is the only thing keeping him from burning alive. Every nerve ending is alive and singing, sparking with electric heat as pleasure flows through his veins.]

Felicity. [Her name falls from his lips as he struggles against the ties, as he tries to keep his hips still instead of thrusting up into her heat the way he so desperately wants to.] You look so beautiful like this. On your knees for me.

[If he's able to talk, she's not doing a very good job at what she's doing. She wants him incoherent, mindlessly thrusting back at her if he wants to.]

I told you, you can have me on my knees any time you want me.

[She says it for his benefit, now wondering if she should have done it while they were in his living room. If he'd have liked it more if he'd been able to hold her head and fuck back against her throat. Her mind drifts to other women who might have done it better before she stops her mind from going that far and loses herself back in the taste of him.

It's a little salty from where his precome is leaking and she makes a show of using the flat of her tongue to tease the head of his cock again.] I love the way you taste.

[A moment later, she's taking him deep, determined to make him come.]

[There had been others. Of course there had been others. That much he would never - could never deny. There had been many, many others before her, and there would likely be others during and after her.

But when he was with her, he was hers. Completely. His mind, his heart and his soul all belonged entirely to her. There was no one else in his thoughts, no memory of any other who had ever pleased him so well.

Arms strain against the ties, pulling them taut, and it's almost enough to make the knots slip free. Hips, seemingly no longer under his own control, thrust upwards, desperate to fuck back into her throat, to feel the tightness wetness engulf him.

Then he makes the mistake of opening his eyes, of glancing down at her, of watching the way she makes such a show of cleaning the tip of his cock, licking the precum from it as it twitches and he almost comes.

Either way, she's definitely rendered him speechless, the only thing that's currently leaving his mouth is soft groans and the sound of her name.]

[Of course there have been others, but she doesn't want or need to know if they're better at her in this or any other way. She's content with knowing how he feels about it in this moment and the way he's fucking back against her mouth and moaning her name is enough for her. She wants this for him, to remember how she looks there, between his legs, as she works his cock between her lips.]

Watch me.

[She doesn't want him to get so lost in the sensations that he loses focus. She'd felt his cock twitch when he'd caught sight of her there and she wants him to watch her as she brings him to his climax. She wants him to watch her as she swallows every drop when he comes, as she takes him deep again and again until he has nothing left to give.]

[Those words are a very clear demand instead of a simple request, and it's the command contained within them that has him obeying, that has his eyes sliding open, normally bright and clear now hazy and darkened with the fog of lust. They fall onto her, watch as she swallows him down, as his own hips rise to meet her and his cock twitches at the sight, muscles coiling so tightly it feels as though they might snap.

And they do, in the span of one heartbeat to the next they snap, break apart and he's shattering, falling apart for her as his back arches, forcing himself into the tight, wet heat of her mouth. Her name falls from his lips, along with praises about how amazing she feels, about how good she looks with his cock in her mouth.

But his eyes never leave her, never stray from her face as thick ropes of cum burst forward, intent on watching her suck him dry.]

[His climax hits him and it's not like it's practice that allows her to swallow it without choking or gagging but a supreme amount of self-control. Granted, it's also practice, and he can judge for himself whether he wants to think that about her, but she doesn't stop until he's done and even then, she only slows her movements. She doesn't stop until he's done with all the tiny spasms that come after and she cleans him beautifully, the tip of her tongue tracing the underside of his cock one last time before she strokes it and looks at him.

Eyes dark, Felicity's so aroused by the fact that he let her tie him down (not tightly) with his own ties (his ties), that she's about to come herself. Letting go of him, she drags her fingernails over the sensitive skin near his inner thigh and can't help the immense look of pride on her face.]

You did so good.

[Not pulling out of her loose knots? Not complaining too loudly about the ties? Coming when she'd said? It's hard to say but she is obviously enjoying herself.]

[He can't actually remember the last time he had come like that. Had he ever come like that? Had anyone else ever aroused him so incredibly and then sucked him completely dry? Every muscle in his body feels weak and heavy, every nerve ending still sparking with pleasure, heart beating a rapid rhythm within his chest and his mind still clouded with lust and desire.]

Come here.

[A command, despite the very distinct fact that he's the one who's currently tied down (loosely) with his own ties (his expensive ties that he hadn't even put up that much of a fight in sacrificing. He can see the ways her skin is flushed with arousal, knows how wet and ready she is. All it would probably take is a few slow strokes of his tongue before she was coming.

But he wants her to sit on his face when it happens.]

[He issues his demand and she obeys immediately, not simply because she knows that what he's going to do is going to be worth her while but because it's in moments like these, she enjoys letting him take control. Even though he's tied down in theory, she knows it would take nothing for him to pull loose and take what he wants. Instead, he makes his demands and expects that she'll do as he says willingly.

Of course she will. It's always so good when she does and this will be no different, following the direction until she realizes just what he means.

It arouses her more and she can feel herself get even wetter, her heart pounding at she braces herself against the wall with one hand, settling over his mouth with the other. There's very little chance she'll do him damage at this angle, but the knowledge of what it must look like turns her on beyond belief.]

[There's absolutely no hesitation in the way she obeys his order, giving in so easily, so willingly. It would take nothing to break the loosely tied bonds which barely held him, to grab her hips and draw her upwards, to simply take what he wanted. But there was something about giving her the option to refuse and having her follow through anyway.

Everything about her was entirely, completely perfect, and each and every time he was with her like this he found himself falling just a little deeper, the love he held for her growing just a little more.

Even if she would do damage, it would so utterly worth it that he wouldn't even care. She angles herself above him, and all he has to do is cant his head backward to tease her, to blow a puff of warm breath over her dripping wet heat. All he has to do is lift his head slightly to brush his tongue over her, tasting her slowly, as if he's savoring it.]

[That soft, hot breath against her body makes her weak and she leans heavily on the hand she has braced against the wall. She whimpers his name again, a quiet plea for him to continue what he's promising without words, knowing full well that he's going to make her press down against his lips and knowing just as well that she'll do just that in order to get the relief she so desperately craves.

His tongue comes next and she gasps this time, the sound loud in the quiet of the room they're in. Felicity sighs her exhale, moaning quietly in her next breath, before lowering herself against his face, ensuring that he's able to breath around her sex. She moves once, her core open across his chin, lips, and nose, then murmurs his name.]

Ezio.

[She wants all of this, to ride him to her own finish, knowing that he has the ability to pull himself free but wants this as much as she does. Wants her.]

DUPLICITY → CONTACT

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