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[ she ties it on—snug enough not to slip, measuring out a little extra space for comfort, and then picks up the rope and slides back into the bath next to him.

just going to... tug his arms behind his back, looping rope around them and tying a couple knots at the wrist. and then... rests a hand on his ass. ]

...you're really lovely, like this.

[he swallows hard, not resisting her but there's definite tension in his shoulders. he turns his head in her direction, though of course he can't see her]

Under your thrall, you mean?

[ she draws a finger up his spine, lightly, idly, and then leans in close to his ear to murmur. ]

...is that how you'd put it?

[shivers palpably, unable to hide it]

That's... how it feels, right now.

Well, that's... what I was going for, more or less, so...

[ the fact that he's blindfolded makes this easier because he can't see all her ?????what next????? faces

she tugs on the rope and then sets about tying it in a column, securing his arms together at even intervals, and then, when she reaches the top, leans in to kiss his neck. ]

[he lets out a soft gasp, head tilted back while she was tying the rope, focused on the feeling of being bound up like this]

Oh...

[ she seals her mouth against the skin, sucking at it with just a little bit of teeth; one of her legs nudges between his, spreading them wider. ]

Ah! A-ahh...

[he doesn't mean to, but he's being way more vocal right now than normal. with a sigh, he shifts his legs apart]

[ she pushes her thigh up between his legs, and only releases his neck to drag her teeth across skin, hands wandering down to cup at his breasts. ]

[he tilts his head back to expose his neck more, grinding down on her thigh. he startles when she touches his breasts, nipples quickly hardening. he's noticing now, how the rope keeps him in place, and how it strains him as he squirms]

Mmh--!

[ just a light roll of each nipple between her fingers, the rest of her fingers digging into soft skin. ]

I'd been wondering, a little... if you'd like this kind of thing...

[he keens softly in the back of his throat, shuddering, his voice husky and rough]

It's--you, so how could I possibly not... what are you going to do with me, then? Toy with me until I beg?

[ /////// ]

Well—I don't want to torment you, of course. But, mm... I was going for something to savor.

Do you... want me to hurry it up, then...?

[ she's flustered, but manages to at least affect a teasing sort of tone to it. ]

[turns his head so he can get his lips by hers--and ends up brushing them against her cheek]

I want you... to do whatever you want with me.

[ she turns her head to meet him with her lips, pulling him into a deep, tender kiss—reaching with one hand in the meantime for the last two items, to start fastening the harness around her hips. ]

[he kisses back with a moan in the back of his throat, clumsy and eager for her, rutting against her thigh as much as he can in this position, unable to brace himself on anything]

[ she has to shift a little, occasionally taking an awkward pause as she moves things into place.

The shaft of the strap-on brushes his leg on accident; she takes the opportunity to drag it against his thigh a little more on purpose, one of her hands dropping to trace gently between his legs. ]

[he sucks in a breath at her touch; he can put two and two together and figure out what she's doing, and the thrill of it is electrifying. he bites his lip and spreads his legs wider, invitingly, though that unbalances him for a moment and he wobbles unsteadily]

--hold me up, hold me up, please.

Ah, sorry—

[ she braces him, slipping an arm around him—she's going to need a little more leverage for this, anyway.

the fingers of her one free hand brush across his entrance, and she slips one, two inside to make sure he's ready. ]

[he lets out a noise that's somewhere between a moan and a whimper, so needy and wet her fingers have little trouble gliding in, and he presses down]

I-it's okay, it's just hard to... keep myself... steady like this. Don't stop, though--

I won't. And I won't let you fall.

[ she squares her hips under his, and withdraws her fingers to start to press into him, pushing him gently against the wall of the bath. ]

[as he feels the dildo pressing into him, his jaw goes slack, and he makes a weak, desperate noise. there's not much resistance, but it's still something he's never felt before; his thighs tense and shake, and he moans sweetly as it fills him up]

Shrike...

Hey.

[ she's never done this before, but—holy shit, there's something very gratifying about it.

she rolls her hips back, and then into him again, deeper, starting to pick up a rhythm. it's a little clumsy—she's never been on this side of this particular motion—but she holds him at his waist, hands smoothing up over his sides. ]

[like this, he can't do much but offer little, minute movements to encourage her, feeling so overwhelmed. he gasps with every thrust, seguing into high-pitched, whiny moans]

[ now that she’s at a steady pace, her hands creep back up to his breasts, groping at them roughly. she grinds her hips against him as she thrusts into him, and presses her face into his neck. ]

I, I love you—

I want to give you everything I can.

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