abit_ofboth | Inbox for The City RP

Who's stopping?

[ Her tone is all innocence. She's jacking him off, isn't she?

Another delicate kiss, and another long, hot lick. Her hand is still moving, but slower now, and slower still. Johanna settles onto her heels and makes her strokes longer, twisting her hand around the head of his cock at the top of each pass. ]

I'm having fun.

[He groans, uncertain if he likes or hates the teasing. Probably a little of both.

The slow speed is working, both in making him achingly hard and frustrating him to no end. His grip tightens in her hair, pulling slightly as she leans back on her heels. He thrust slightly, trying to get him to stroke him more firmly, but the expression on his face remains vaguely amused.]

Oh, I am truly glad to hear that. Though I know I would be having more fun if you’d get your mouth back on my cock. What do you say?

[ Success. Johanna shifts so that his grip tugs at her hair, and her eyes go a little softer and darker with pleasure. She does tighten her own grip on him, speeding up to match the cadence of his hips, slight though his thrusts are. ]

I don't swallow on the first date, all right?

[ While she watches him for acknowledgement, she tips her head and wraps her lips around the side of his cock, near the base, and sucks. At the same time, her thumb circles the head of him, slick with spit and pre-come. Feeling him twitch in her hand makes her cunt clench with answering need. ]

[There is something in her look and the way she reacts that lets him know that she enjoying this and it makes him tighten his grip just slightly. If she wants it rough, he’ll happily give it to her.]

Oh well, that is a shame, but I suppose I can agree to such terms.

[And fuck if she isn’t brilliant with her mouth. The perfect amount of pressure, both from her mouth and hand and he groans. This is good, so good and it’s only going to get better. It’s pretty clear at this point, at least to him, that he’s going to come multiple times tonight and he is excited to cause the same reaction for her.]

[ Fucking bless him. With that twinge in her scalp egging her on, she drags her mouth up to the head of his cock and takes him deep again. Teasing is all well and good, but her goal here is, ultimately, to make sure this beautiful suit of his gets stained. If she gets messy too, oh no, whatever will they do??

She sucks and licks and strokes, paying as much attention as she can to the way he's moving and the sounds he's making to gauge when he's close. At some point, her other hand leaves his thigh and drops down between her own legs, just to relieve a little of her own tension. That's a mixed success. Dragging her own wetness up over her clit while her mouth is busy on Loki's cock mostly turns her on more instead of giving her any relief.

A side benefit, though: when she judges that Loki's nearing the edge, she switches hands to stroke him to the finish, her fingers now slick with her own arousal. She kneels up and grips him by the hip with her other hand, the one damp with spit. ]

Come on, now, don't make me wait.

Yes. [He moans softly as she takes him further into her mouth again, his grip tightening further though it’s not so much a conscious thought this time. Slowly, his hips start moving with her pace, thrusting slowly, unable to help himself.

To him it feels like he’s going to come far too fast, but everything she’s doing is driving him faster and faster towards the edge. Her mouth is fucking magic. Of course, it doesn’t hurt that it has been an embarrassingly long time since he’s had such fun.

When he thinks about this later, and he will think about this later, he’ll think that maybe the end for him was when she began touching herself. As he gazes down at her, panting slowly with the pleasure building inside him and sees her free hand disappear between her legs.

His orgasm rips from him then, just after she speaks. Normally he would have warned her, but the build up was simply too quick at the end. His mind is completely occupied with the intense pleasure rolling through his body. His head tilts back, his eyes close and he groans as he comes.]

[ His come catches Johanna mostly on the collarbone, making her catch her breath. He's gorgeous like this, the long line of his body tensing and relaxing in his pleasure. She can't see his face from here, is her only disappointment, but the groan he lets out is a wonderful alternative.

She slows down her strokes, drawing out the last few pulses, then sits back on her heels. Fuck, she's turned on; she can feel her cunt spreading open when her knees drift apart, wet and wanting.

They're getting there, she's sure. Loki is her main focus for the moment. Only once she's sure she's got his attention again does she wipe her hands clean on his thighs with a smirk. ]

[It takes a few moments for Loki to catch his breath again as he slowly comes down from his orgasm. When he has a least a little bit of his mind back, he looks back down at her. The sight of her kneeling there with is come running down her collarbone is incredibly attractive. As much as he enjoys when someone swallows, seeing the evidence on her is actually serving to turn him on again.

He gives her a look of mock offence as she wipes her hand on him, but it doesn’t actually bother him. In fact, he’s actually a bit amused.]

Well, aren’t you a little shit? I think I might have to punish you for that. [He reaches down for her, meaning to pull her to her feet as ideas ran through his head on how to drive her absolutely mad with want before finally giving her her own release.]

Is there a bed around here we could use? [It might sound tame, but he has a couple of ideas that would be easier if he could have her laid out before him.]

[ She looks momentarily surprised and then absolutely thrilled to be called a little shit and threatened with punishment. Loki carries himself with such an elegance that hearing him swear at her is delightful. ]

Oh, no, you might? [ She gets to her feet with his help, smirking up at him. ] Through there. Are we walking or are you dragging me?

[ It's a real question rather than a suggestion or hint; she can enjoy some manhandling, but it's not something she necessarily seeks out. She just also knows, as a woman who's been shorter than others her whole life, that a lot of tall men have an apparently unstoppable urge to pick up people her size. May as well let Loki know the option is open to him. ]

[As well she should be thrilled. It isn’t often he swears. He doesn’t take issue with it as some might think, it just isn’t something he is used to doing. As such, he finds it packs some extra punch when he does use those words.]

Do I need to drag you?

[The tone he uses serious, almost commanding as if he’s speaking with someone he will gladly punish for the smallest indiscretion. Almost like a parent warning their child that they are misbehaving and they best stop or they will not like the consequences, though Loki thinks that maybe she will like them. Perhaps quite a lot.]

[ It really does. Now she wants to hear him say "fuck," too. ]

What's in it for me if I go in on my own?

[Well then, bring it on.

He looks at her thoughtfully.]

Perhaps I will let you come sooner rather than later. Perhaps I will give you one request, anything you would like me to do, I would do. Perhaps you will get nothing. I have come already after all. I could just leave.

[He won’t, of course, but he enjoys making the threat none the less.]

[ It's a good threat, and it's only unfortunate that Johanna is currently riding too high to take it even a little seriously. ]

And miss a second round? You're not that dumb.

[ Sassing the top negotiating with you! Great idea. ]

One request, hm. All right, I'll behave.

[ And with that she'll start for the bedroom, unless Loki has other ideas. ]

[That comment makes him laugh.]

No, I suppose not, and I do enjoy your confidence. [It is well deserved, so far as Loki is concerned. She is beautiful and smart and adept at magic. She should have her pick of anyone she wishes to bed.]

One request it is.

[He almost asks her what it is as he follows her to the bedroom, but refrains. Loki does enjoy a good surprise.

And speaking of surprises, the moment the bed is in sight, he grabs her, turns her around, picking her up and walking the rest of the way to the bed where he drops her unceremoniously on her back. He’s semi hard again already as he stands next to the bed.]

Shift back and get comfortable. You won’t be moving for awhile.

[ No use getting such an open-ended favor if you immediately commit to how you're going to use it, is there?

The grab catches her completely off guard. She yelps, feet kicking as they leave the ground. Before she has a chance to do much of anything else she's on her back, bouncing a little when she lands on the bed, limbs sprawling. ]

Fuck! [ She laughs, catching her breath, looking up at him. The dynamic has certainly shifted, Loki standing there tall and confident, her naked and spread. Her clit throbs, and she can feel wetness seeping between her folds. ]

Won't I? [ She does as she's told, shifting so she can lie back against the pillows. With one knee up and the other flopped to the side, she drops a hand to rest just over her crotch, not touching herself yet, teasing herself, teasing him. ] How sure are you of that?

[Loki is actually impressed with himself that he manages to make her yell in such a way. He was starting to think it would be impossible to surprise her, but apparently not. Of course now she’ll like suspect him at every turn. He’ll have to step up his game.

He can practically smell her arousal and it has his body reacting once more. He does have a rather quick refractory period, as promised, but some people are able to get him going faster than others. As he watches her move up the bed, naked and beautiful, he knows she is quickly moving her way up that list.]

Oh, quite positive. You did say I was allowed to bring… provisions, did you not? [As Loki pulls a couple of long handkerchiefs from his pocket, he laments not having access to his pocket dimension. He had much better options in there, almost anything you could think of really, but he will take what he can get. It’s also less dramatic simply pulling them from his pocket instead of making them seemingly appear from nowhere, but there isn’t much he can do about that now.

He looks at her again, a small smile quirking the corners of his lips as he draws the material through his hands.] Unless you do not wish to come tonight?

[ Johanna raises her eyebrows as he produces the handkerchiefs. ]

I was wondering when stuff was going to come out. [ That second question makes her lick her lips; she considers if he's bluffing, and decides it's not worth the risk. ]

I would very fucking much like to come tonight. [ Her hand drifts lower, trailing very lightly over her cunt. ]

I do apologize that what I have brought is rather tame, but I’m afraid the options here are quite limited. I think they should do though.

[Loki continues to smirk as he runs the handkerchiefs through his hands. He’s brought a few of them, unsure as to how many he might need. As her hand drifts lower, he uses them to smack her hand.]

Well then, if that is truly what you desire, you can start by not touching yourself. For the rest of the night, your cunt is mine. Are we clear?

It's not the tool, it's how you use it, no?

[ Her challenge was "bring what you think could get me to call you 'sir,'" but obviously it's more about him than any particular prop. With the right person and the right moves you could use a paintbrush to good effect.

The smack obviously doesn't hurt. Johanna makes a show of considering whether she is, in fact, clear -- then very quickly swipes her fingers through her wetness and brings her fingers to her mouth to suck them clean. ]

Crystal.

I suppose you are correct about that.

[The original goal might have been to have her call him sir, and Loki is still aiming for that, but his true goal is to make her come so hard she forgets to call him anything. A goal that is much easier to achieve when you know your partner’s preferences better, but Loki doesn’t often back down from a challenge.]

Good. Then you will not mind if I use these to tie you down. I wouldn’t want you to accidentally forget and touch yourself. [Without waiting for her response, he crawls onto the bed with her, taking one wrist and moving to tie it to the post of the headboard.]

That's so generous of you.

[ Bratty though Johanna may be, she allows Loki to tie her hands without struggling or getting in his way. It'd only cause problems, potentially dangerous ones, if she interfered with him. She likes having the use of her hands in the long-term, thanks.

The size of the headboard and handkerchiefs, and the position of the posts, mean she ends up more sitting up than lying down, propped against the pillows with her arms spread wide. She's pretty effectively immobilized. And no longer having the option to touch herself is suddenly drawing her attention very entirely to her cunt.

Well. Not entirely. Loki has been very close to her through the process of tying her up, and he's drawing not small part of her attention as well. The texture of his shirt and trousers when they brush her skin, the strength and dexterity of his fingers as he puts her wrists where he wants them, the scent of his skin ... She licks her lips. ]

I want to kiss you again.

I am nothing if not generous.

[Really, Johanna can be as bratty as she would like. Loki enjoys it to no end and is half tempted to prod her to continue. Though really he doubts she needs any encouragement.]

There, that is lovely.

[He’s speaking mostly to himself as he looks her over once he has her tied in place. She’s sitting a little more than he would have preferred, but it works for the first half of his plan and he can always adjust later.

Running his hands down her legs, he spreads them so he can kneel between them. He cocks an eyebrow at her, smirking slightly as she speaks. He leans, but stops just out of reach. He’s feeling like teasing.]

Oh? Do you now? I do hope that is not your one request.

[His hands slide back up her legs and come to rest on her inner thighs, his thumbs tantalizingly close and yet still so far away from where he knows she wants it most.]

[ Johanna swallows and tries to lean forward to close the distance between their lips. No luck. He's just too far, the bonds too constricting. ]

... No, not yet.

[ Pouting a little, she flops back. ] Tease. [ Like she wasn't expecting this when he tied her up, wasn't looking forward to it, isn't actively enjoying it. Her thighs tense and relax under his hands and she feels her cunt clench, achingly empty. ]

Good. I would not want you to waste your gift.

[He sits back, sure not to put all of his weight on her, but away as to not tempt her further, though he does love watching her strain forward.]

Oh yes, I am very much a tease. Though I think you like that.

[He watches her for a moment, enjoying the sight of her as she clearly wanted him. Gods, he did love to be wanted. Deciding she has been good enough, for now, he leans in again. He’s still not about to let her kiss him (yet), but he does want his lips on her. Starting at her neck, he nips lightly, once again teasingly as he begins to kiss slowly down her neck.

Oh yes, she will find out exactly how much of a tease he can be.]

[ For a second she does think she's going to get what she wants, just on his terms -- then his head ducks to her neck. The touch of his teeth makes her shiver suddenly, tugging at the handkerchiefs without thinking before settling back down.

She moans softly, tipping her head back against the headboard to give him better access, her breathing getting deeper as he teases her. It's been a while since she played around with any bondage as the person getting tied up, not doing the tying. She'd forgotten what it felt like, that combination of frustrated want, helplessness, and slow-building surrender. The one time she got to try shibari she found the process almost more effective than a meditation. Pity that girl had been such a public school snob, in the end.

Loki may be a tease, but she's not worried about him looking down on her for not going to university. All she's worried about right now is how badly she wants to touch him, and since that's impossible, how badly she wants to be touched. ]

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