William T. Spears (
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thedispatch2019-04-22 03:26 pm
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Forgiven
[ 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. ]
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. ]
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Don't be nervous, but I'd like you to take a bit of control tonight.
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But, no, that would not play well to the character-- and so, with a breathy sigh, she lowers herself into his lap, looking over him unsurely, but not without attraction. ]
Take control? [ Shifting her hands to rest at his shoulders, she peeks up at him with her chin lowered. ] What would you have me do?
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[ Letting go of her harness, he slides his hands up to rest at her waist. They massage there, lightly, attempting to calm any nervousness she may be feeling. ]
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Mm. [ A lazy little nod. ] That doesn't sound too difficult then, I suppose.. and it would make you happy.
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[ His hands roam up her back, continuing to gently massage her muscles through her lacy undergarment. Whether she'd like to keep it on, he will leave up to her this time. Though he wouldn't be opposed to either. ]
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So I... just do whatever I'd like, then?
[ Regardless, she is melting into his touch, head tilting back with a sweet sigh. ]
Or do you mean-- that I should take you?
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Her last inquiry has him pausing momentarily, though. ]
I'm not certain I'm open for that, just yet.
[ Catching himself and his own hesitation, he resumes pressing small circles against the muscles of her shoulders. ]
I want you to tell me just what you'd like me to do to you. Move my hands where you'd like them. Tell me where to kiss you. Show me just what your body wants from me.
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... Higher. Please.
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Here?
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Yes. [ Though, good as it is, she wants him more... How to go about it... ] Higher, now... I--... I want to feel your hands around my neck...
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But, he doesn't question it, instead following her request and slipping his fingers up and around her neck. The pads of his thumbs meet the concave between her clavicle bones, then proceed to slide rhythmically along the front of her throat. ]
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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?
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I believe that's the first you've ever described me as 'warm'.
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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. ]
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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. ]
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Take a moment to recover.
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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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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?
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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.
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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. ]
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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. ]
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