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. ]

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[untodeath]

[ Goodness, that hold on her harness already excites her. Makes her want to purr and rake her nails along his shoulders.

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?

[death_glare]

If I dictated your actions, that would hardly leave you in control.

[ 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. ]

[untodeath]

[ That feels good. So good. It has her lashes lowering in bliss, hips tilting as she cranes into the touch. ]

Mm. [ A lazy little nod. ] That doesn't sound too difficult then, I suppose.. and it would make you happy.

[death_glare]

It would.

[ 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. ]

[untodeath]

[ Ah, she didn't even realize that her muscles were tense. Perhaps it's from her posture while sweeping and mopping-- or are they this way because of her psychological disposition? ]

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?

[death_glare]

[ Slowly he can feel her trying to relax those muscles. And given the sigh she lets out, he knows the kneading of his fingers must be helping.

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.

[untodeath]

[ Ah, she certainly got him there, and has to resist the temptation to laugh! In fact, she dashes her tongue over her lips to conceal to twinge of muscle in her cheeks. Makes it into a mental preparation of sorts, as she sits herself up a bit taller with a nod and resolute breath. ]

... Higher. Please.

[death_glare]

[ Even if she doesn't laugh, he knows she must be holding one back. But where he'd normally smack her upside the head and tell her to shut up, instead he does as instructed. Palms slide up along her spine, pausing as they reach the base of her neck, there they knead the normally tense muscles flanking either side. ]

Here?

[untodeath]

[ What he's doing feels absolutely divine, causing her lips to part, exhaling a breathy little moan. ]

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...

[death_glare]

[ While not what he was expecting she'd say, the contrast of that request against the meek and gentle side she's been portraying has him intrigued. Does it mean she's slowly drifting back to her old self? Giving in on the act?

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. ]

[untodeath]

[ 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?

[death_glare]

[ 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'.

[untodeath]

[ 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! ]

[death_glare]

[ 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. ]

[untodeath]

[ 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. ]

[death_glare]

[ 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.

[untodeath]

[ 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. ]

[death_glare]

[ 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?

[untodeath]

[ 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.

[death_glare]

[ 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. ]

[untodeath]

[ 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. ]

[death_glare]

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.

[untodeath]

[ 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...?

[death_glare]

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. ]

[untodeath]

[ 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. ]