thedispatch | Forgiven

[ Lashes fluttering, her lids drift closed - and her fingers curl against William's shoulders. ]

So strong.. and warm... [ She partly whispers, before drawing her lower lip in to press her teeth into. She swallows. ] Press me down into the bed, just like this... and kiss me?

[ With a nod she's unlikely to see, William pushes himself up to his knees. It lowers her down off his lap, giving him the leverage to ease her back. It's a slow motion, but once she's met the mattress, his pressure increases. His hands hold her there for a moment, firm and steady, before finally leaning over her body. He pauses a breath's length away from her lips, speaking one final statement before kissing her. ]

I believe that's the first you've ever described me as 'warm'.

[ The deliberately slow movements allow Grell to process every sensation - falling from his lap, her back hitting the bed, his weight bearing down on her and ceasing her breath. It leaves her mouth agape with a breathless gasp, knees pressing into his sides. Feeling his breath hot on her lips when she is incapable of drawing her own only leaves her whimpering into his kiss. She can barely lift her hands to rest against his chest! ]

[ With her unable to voice a new request, he momentarily takes the reins. Continuing to press down, he leaves her lips in favor of kissing along the curve of her jaw. It's a slow process, and once he reaches the lobe of her ear, he speaks quietly. ]

You best realize that I won't let up until you order me to.

[ Then his kisses resume, giving a short suckle to that lobe before retracing his steps down along her jaw. ]

[ The redhead's shoulders twinge as her utters into her ear, shoulders tensing as he teases her ear. The humour in his implications make her swoon, actually-- there's a blissful little smile that twinges at her lips, even!

Now, personally, she would wait it out and see if William would have her pass out. What's the worst that could happen? Ah, but she's playing the part of someone softer, more proper-- and so, when she feels herself drifting, she'll weakly paw at his chest. ]

[ Finally receiving her plea, he eases his grip. As he raises himself from the added pressure he'd placed on her chest with his weight, he lets his hands slowly part from her neck, drifting them back down along her shoulders. The markings won't last long, but for now, there's deep red marks left behind from where his fingers grasped her pale, redhead skin. ]

Take a moment to recover.

[ With a harsh, gasping breath, she drapes her hands about her collar-- but dart to cover her mouth, then, as her body retches with a violent cough - and, finally, up to cover her face with feigned humiliation. Even so, her legs squirm with the absence of William between them.

Grell peers up at him between splayed fingers, lashes heavy with lust. ]

I-- I want you. [ Her voice is quiet, huskier-- but she can't help it, momentarily strained as it is. ]

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[ William watches the display, his own eyes narrowing. His hands reach up, moving her own from her face so he can see her properly. ]

I fear I may be enjoying this display of shyness a bit much.

[ If she's to take in the sight of him, it will be quite obvious that he wants her, in return. ]

Tell me, what shall I do next?

[ Oh, she certainly does take in the sight of him, tongue rolling over her parted lips-- before averting her eyes with a heated breath. In fact, she's turning away entirely, rolling over, ass raised off the bed just so, cheek against the bedspread. She runs her hands along her thighs, just shy of her ass, as she peeks over her shoulder. ]

The cuffs. They're in the nightstand drawer...

[ And while he goes to fetch them, she can't help but fidget, fingers playing along the panty hems of her bodysuit, along the hip. ]

I'm happy to know that it pleases you.

[ He takes a few more moments to watch her position herself. The movements of her hands are very enticing, after all. He'll have to make a mental note to get her to pleasure herself fully for him, in the future.

But, after making her wait long enough, he rises from the bed and makes to find those cuffs. He tests their sturdiness before slapping the first tightly around her one wrist. The binding on that one is hooked to the center back of her harness. The same is done with the opposite wrist, until she's fully restrained. ]

It does, very much so.

[ There's a teasing brush of his fingers as they leave the cuffs, running down over her hole and along her taint. ]

[ Turning her face into the bed just so, she muffles the moan she breathes. It's impossible to keep her body from squirming beneath him, however; what's more, the clamour of the shackles only broadcasts it! ]

Do you-- want it like this, always?

[ Her voice is quiet, though the words roll from her tongue like honey, sweet and thick with desire. ]

No. But it is certainly a nice contrast.

[ Those fingers hook under the thin lace fabric that covers her, shifting it to the side and exposing her, just enough. Then they return to teasing. His thumb plays at entering her, while his fingers grip tightly at her balls, cradling them in his hand. ]

As a treat, perhaps.

[ Good answer - and he very nearly drives her to drop character, the way he touches her. Her hands tug against their restraints, as she bites back a whimper. Her hips bear back against him just so, in protest of his teasing, and seeking more. ]

Mn--... Would you... kiss along my back...?

Very well.

[ Hands never leaving her, he leans in closer. He licks his lips before pressing them, first, against the small of her back, then trailing up along her spine. They're fleeting kisses, lasting no more than a second before he's moved to the next one. Finally reaching the nape of her neck, his hand drifts, sliding up her back, over each spot he'd kiss moments before. Once caught up, he grazes her bangs away from her face and takes her lips with is own. ]

[ Eyes drifting closed, she breathes the sweetest sigh, giving way to a lulling moan with the pass of his hand. When he brushes the hair away from her eyes, her lashes flutter over flushed cheeks whilst eagerly accepting his kiss. ]

Take me slow, but forcefully... I want to feel everything. [ She mutters against his lips. ]

[ There's merely a grunt of understanding before he's positioning himself behind her. Both ass cheeks are slapped firmly, gripped, and spread. Then there's a brief pull back as he locates the bottle of lubrication they'd purchased. It's a bit cool when it first drips down her skin, but the special warming property of the oil quickly kicks in. Behind her, William's making his member slick with long pumps of his hand. The opposite has returned to teasing her - inserting three fingers inside, then splaying them out to slowly prep her. ]

[ The redhead's yelp dissolves into a delighted, hungry little moan-- cut short, as she presses her teeth into her lower lip, burying her face into the blankets. But then, there's nothing-- William has pulled away, causing her to shift enough that she may peek back at him; however, before she has the chance, she feels the liquid hit her sensitive skin. Jumping with a drawn breath, her hips squirm as it rolls and warms-- and best yet, she instead catches sight of William stroking his cock.

She is eager to take the stimulation, but moreso for what will come after. Her arms shift once more, so that she may take hold of her ass, spreading it for him nicely while he works. ]

[ Soon enough, she'll feel the press of his head against her opening. Then with a purposefully slow motion, he slides inside her until she's fully encased him. ]

Forceful, was it?

[ Of course, he knows very well that was her request. But he want to hear it again, needy, fully of desire. ]

[ Crying out his name, her voice tapers out into a whimper behind pressed lips. She nods the best that she can whilst gathering her senses. It's certainly different this way, with the lubrication lessening the friction; it's fluid, warm, intimate. Interesting. ]

Y-yes. [ She pleadingly rolls her hips . ] Please.

I like it when you ask nicely.

[ And as if it's a reward, he slowly pulls back until he's nearly free of her. Then with a heavy thrust he reenters. Slowly out, then a rush of force. Over and again. The violent changes in pace have him gripping at the shackles binding her wrists for stability. ]

[ Sweet little mewls lead into shouts of pleasure, again and again. Grell's nails rake across the skin of her bottom, fingers coiling tight into her palms as the pleasure builds, arms reflexively tugging against their restraints as her hips rock in time. ]

Will-- [ Ah, that time, he hits just right, causing her hips to tremor, precum dribbling onto the bed beneath her. While he removes himself, she croons beneath her breath. ] I find-- everything about you... so perfect...

[ He takes a bit more time to pull back, taking in her words. But he makes a note of just what angle he'd hit the mark at. ]

I'm certain there's something I need to work on. I was never a perfect student, after all.

[ Positioning himself at a slightly steeper angle, he thrusts again, hitting that perfect spot. ]

[ Burying her face, Grell very nearly sobs into the mattress. Her hands search to find William's wrists, to hold as he grips onto their fastenings. It will take her a moment to respond, understandably! ]

You... [ She swallows hard, cheek settling more comfortably against the bed. ] You lacked passion, but. I think you've found it... don't you?

In an intimacy sense, perhaps.

[ Perhaps as proof of that, he releases her restraints to take those straining hands. He holds fast, fingers threading with her's best they can, given their positioning.

But he doesn't let up. The muffled cries into the bedding are far too arousing for him to even consider giving her a moment's rest. Instead, thrusts are coming in sharp juts of his hips, attempting to overstimulate her as much as she can take. ]

[ Taking her hands like so might bring her the most pleasure of all - and as it is, the stimulation is becoming all too much, indeed. She desperately takes his hands, struggling to stay solid on her knees. ]

I-- I'm going to--... if you don't stop.... W-Will... [ Her words are hasty between heavy breaths and the sweetest moans. ]

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