thedispatch | Forgiven

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.

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! ]

[ 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?

[ 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! ]

[ 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. ]

[ 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. ]

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. ]

[ 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?

[ 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. ]

[ 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.

[ 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.

[ 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.

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. ]

[ 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. ]

[ 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. ]

[ 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. ]

[ With more skin available to him, he begins to suck at the spot right where her neck and shoulder meet. It isn't gentle or cautious, trying to determine if she likes it first, it's sure to leave a healthy red mark, despite her quick healing abilities as a reaper. ]

[ Now, that makes Grell moan in a different way; small and needy, muscle fluttering just so, arms straining against their restraint. ]

Nn, that feels-- so good.

[ Unable to do much else, she rolls her hips onto him once more, aiming to grind against his arousal and please him, as well. ]

If only it would stay.

[ As she grinds, it will be obvious just how aroused he's become in these few moments since she was tied up. Her attention to it gets him to bite down on the reddened skin and give his own brief groan. ]

[ Crying out sweetly, her knees weaken just so. ]

Will-- [ Her thighs squeeze against his, head falling back to rest against the pole once more. It hurts, but it's clear that she loves it.

Once gathering herself, she'll only have to grind against him harder. ]

[ This time, he assists her, getting another firm grip on her ass and rocking her arousal against his own. His teeth leave behind substantial impressions on her skin as he pulls his head back to look in her in the eyes. ]

Do I need to tell you to keep quiet again?

[ Ah, oops. Grell bites back her moan to something of a whimper. ]

Mn, I couldn't help it... [ Something between a retort and a plea, she exhales a wavering breath as she rocks herself between the firm hold on her ass and his cock. ]

[ He gives her a look that plainly says he's not buying that excuse. Then he pulls away, stepping back away from her completely, ending all contact between their bodies. Of course, he has a reason for this - freeing himself from his trousers - but he hesitates, wanting to see her reaction. ]

[ Having been relying on him to hold her weight, Grell slumps just so, and has to wriggle herself back up. ]

Oh, come now, Will... I'm sorry, I'll behave--

When has that ever been the case?

[ Though skeptical of her claim, he proceeds with his original intentions. Unbuttoning his trousers, he leaves them to linger at his waist and merely frees his erection from his pants. He strokes himself fully, approaching her once more. ]

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