Forgiven

[death_glare]

[ No one questioned anything when William suddenly left his office that morning. "I've been called to a meeting" was all the information he gave the rest of Dispatch. To them, it wasn't surprising, seeing as he was the head of the department. For William, however, the summoning came with zero notice. As he made his way to the upper managements' offices, all he could wonder was what issue his subordinates caused that he'd have to clean up after, this time.

It wasn't until lunch break that William returned to Dispatch. The others expected they'd get reprimanded for something, but William remained quiet, his face expressionless as he closed the door to his office. ]

Comments

[untodeath]

Not much for fantasising, I take it.

[ She chuckles at that, as it makes sense for him. Her thumb massage down over his chest briefly, before hooking her hands into his tie to loosen it. ]

Mn, but control can be quite intoxicating. I get that.

[death_glare]

I think it has more to do with you being exceedingly different from anyone else I've ever been intimate with. My past relationships were rather innocent, where as you are anything but that.

[ He makes no attempt to stop her progress with his tie, or whatever else she intends to remove next. ]

Physically restraining you is certainly appealing. Toys sound interesting, as well.

[untodeath]

[ That comes with a short little laugh, seemingly flattered to be considered as much. ]

You've such a-- dominant personality. I can't imagine the urges that you've suppressed all this time...

[ Leaning in close, she dashes her tongue between his lips, fingers flicking free the buttons of his collar. ]

Your turn. [ She near whispers. ]

[death_glare]

[ He takes that as an invitation to kiss her fully. ]

Which of those things appeal to you most? We may need to buy a few more items while we're out. Or do you have a supply already?

[untodeath]

[ Oh, she's all too eager to accept that kiss, humming into it whist she steals the tie from around his neck. ]

Oh, I'll take it all, but those are particularly fun... [ She mutters against his lips, pausing to take another kiss for herself. ] Oh, I've got a few toys-- and as for restraints, there are ways to make due.

[ She's winding that tie around her hands with a suggestive canto of her brow! ]

[death_glare]

[ Watching carefully as she winds the tie about her wrist, his eyes narrow, as if he's thought of something. ]

A silk tie would be far too simple to slip free of.

[ With a blink, his eyes are on hers. ]

Get into the bedroom, I have something better in mind.

[untodeath]

[ Grell bites at her lip excitedly, taking his shoulders to assist herself in getting up from his lap to stand. ]

Yessir♥

[ Luckimf over her lips, she makes her way for the room, unwinding her hands from the tie as she goes, to loop behind her own neck with extended arms. ]

I'm beginning to love your surprises.

[death_glare]

You best love them.

[ William follows calmly behind her, closing the bedroom door once they've reached the room. ]

Keep the tie there, I may have a use for it later.

[untodeath]

[ The redhead quirks a brow with an intrigued sort of hum! ]

I could certainly do that. Just as I certainly love more than that about you.

[ With a kiss in his general direction, she turns to lean back against the baseboard, unbuttoning her own top as she begins to undress. ]

[death_glare]

I didn't tell you to lay down or get undressed. Now, get up.

[ William grabs her by a wrist, hoisting her back up off the bed and halting her progress. The first night he'd been in her room, the four poster bed had caught his attention. Now he's aiming to put the piece of furniture to good use. Grell will find herself pushed up against one of them, and her arms shifted behind her. As he silently commands her to remain still with his steady eye contact, he slips the belt from his dress slacks. ]

This should work far better than a tie.

[untodeath]

Oh--

[ Giggling as she's tugged onto her feet, her breath comes to a halt once she's pushed flush against the post. Excitement is clear in her eyes as he positions her, eyes briefly flickering down to his belt as he removes it, before returning to meet his eyes with a lick of her lips. ]

Yes, I imagine it should.

[ She's already finding it difficult to stay still, so tempted to writhe with excitement under his gaze, and even more so to touch him! But she manages, just barely! ]

[death_glare]

[ He runs the length of leather through his hands, tugging on it as if to test it's strength. Then moving slightly behind her, he loops the belt around the post, crisscrossing her wrists before pulling it as tight as her skin will allow.

It's then that he steps back, taking a good amount of time to look over her entire body. ]

You'd mentioned teasing. How long would you last if I simply left you to writhe here, untouched?

[untodeath]

[ It's a tantalizing sight, watching him do such a thing-- and his treatment of her leaves Grell hissing quietly in pain.

To his suggestion of leaving her untouched for an implied stretch of time, she frowns; there's mixed feelings apparent on her features, something between intrigue and dread. ]

I--dont know. That sounds awfully dull.

[ And history shows that the reaper's boredom leads to catastrophic results! ]

[death_glare]

[ The short hum he gives seems to mean he agrees. So instead, he steps closer, fingers finding where she'd left off unbuttoning her shirt. Slowly, they work downward, yanking her shirt free from her slacks as he nears the bottom. If he still had his scythe, he could have very quickly done away with the garment with a snip or two. Let her wardrobe be thankful he turned it in before leaving for Heaven. ]

How does it feel?

[ He's referring to her wound, as he gently places a hand over the bandaging - a sharp contrast to the rough movements of his hands a moment before. ]

[untodeath]

[ The reaper's shoulders relax some, visibly relieved that he won't have her waiting there for an undetermined amount of time!

Watching his hands work, she leans back against the post, crooning with intrigue when he yanks at her blouse-- ah, but then he's caressing her chest so gently, concern so genuine... Again, he causes her heart to flutter in that strange way! ]

Actually, it feels much better.

[ With how how her cheeks feel, all of a sudden, she think she must be blushing! ]

It must be all of the rest we had last night...

[ The most she'd had since he left, surely, so it would make sense. ]

[death_glare]

Good. Another full night's rest will help, then.

[ With that question answered, he leaves her blouse half hanging from her bound shoulders and move on to her trousers. Undoing each of the closures until he can shimmy them down over the cute panties she decided to wear today. He kneels down just long enough to pull both her legs free, then tosses the garment aside. Taking a step back he observes every inch of her, slowly trailing his eyes over every curve of her body. ]

[untodeath]

[ Grell goes along with the process, wiggling her hips out of the trousers, lifting her feet to pull from its legs. ]

Mn, seems we'll make certain of that.

[ The way he looks at the redhead makes her feel-- sexier than ever, really. Though she's never been particularly attached to her body, she always enjoys reassurance that it's an attractive one nonetheless. What's more, if William likes it, that's all that really matters.

Posing pretty as she may, her teeth graze over an edge of her lip. ]

What do you want to do to me, darling?

[death_glare]

[ As such, William never considered himself to be attracted to the male form. Even now, having slept with Grell, the idea that he may suddenly fancy it doesn't cross his mind. If that says anything, it's that he's interested merely because it's her; the full package, so to speak. ]

I think that's fairly obvious.

[ Closing the gap between them, he pulls at her hips until shes pressed against him. Though not fully erect yet, she should be able to feel him hardening beneath his trousers. ]

[untodeath]

[ Should he ever say as much, Grell would find herself falling even deeper for him, further convinced that destiny somehow brought them together. Perhaps William is fortunate that he's kept that information to himself, for the time being!

Chuckling, her breath lulls into a satisfied sigh. She rest her head back against the pole, to lean her weight into her hips, rolling them against him. ]

I was looking for details. A plan you've got for me, strapped up like this.

[death_glare]

[ Fingers squeezing at her hips, he leans in closer, just barely touching her lips. It's not a whisper, but his voice is low and calm, yet somehow retains its authoritative tone. ]

I plan on hoisting you up about my waist, then fucking you until this pole nearly breaks.

[untodeath]

[ Her lashes flutter as she watches his lips, eyes briefly closing to enjoy the sensation of them teasing over her own. A purring sort of hum escapes her, tongue pressed just past her teeth. ]

That would be a fine excuse to purchase a new bed for us to share.

[death_glare]

True, but it would give you a chance to escape.

[ That slight space between them is gone immediately after he speaks. The kiss is hard and paired with a firm grip to her ass as his hands slink around behind her. ]

[untodeath]

[ That kiss silences her chuckle quite effectively! Reciprocating his passion in full, she moans softly as he squeezes her ass-- it leaves her pining to touch him as well. Since her hands are out of the question, she brushes a leg along his, knee beside his, thigh against thigh. He could very easily hook it up around his waist, as he'd planned for her. ]

[death_glare]

[ Rather than hike her leg up, he spreads them apart with his knee. He raises his thigh to her pelvis, frotting the leg of his trousers against the thin fabric of her panties. Meanwhile, his lips leave hers, daring to explore downward across her jaw and neck. He'd enjoyed the attention to the sensitive skin there before and is eager to see her reaction to it, as well. ]

[untodeath]

[ Grell tilts her jaw back, allowing the other all the freedom he'd like to explore. Her breaths become shallow, fluttering when he reaches the more sensitive spots of her skin-- and with his leg moving against her in such a way, she mewls, rolling and writhing her hips against him. ]