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[It's tempting to respond to her kiss, but he doesn't; a moment later, he pulls his head away, then looks down at her.]

And if I tied your hands, there are other things you wouldn't be able to do. Isn't it a matter of which I'm more interested in using?

[Well, he's perfectly capable of undressing both of them, and they're almost all the way there anyway. He holds her wrists with one hand and turns her around roughly with the other, then works to tie them.]

[ She tries standing on tiptoe to nip at him again, but for once he has actually straightened up enough to pull her desired target out of reach. When he spins her around she leans into him, making the act of tying more difficult. ]

Guess you'll have to make sure I know my place then.

[ She backs against him when her wrists are bound and feels blindly around for his cock, rubbing her back against his chest. ]

I've never seen anyone so completely determined to be naughty.

[That's said dryly, and it's nowhere near true, although it is true within this particular context. She's testing his imagination: he does like to be obeyed, and is used to it, but not in quite this way.

Meanwhile, she's rubbing his chest and his cock, and he hasn't told her to.]

Your place is wherever I want it to be. [He steers her towards the end of the bed.] I appreciate your enthusiasm, but it's out of bounds. Bend over.

[ He's definitely found the role she wants him to be playing. It's okay that it took a bit to goad him into it; it doesn't diminish the fact that him ordering her around like this turns her on. She lets him shove her bodily over to the bed before she leans over it. Without her elbows to lean on she's forced to hold herself up here, and she stands there, full of anticipation, and glances at him over her shoulder. ]

[He nudges her knees apart with one of his.]

Don't touch the bed.

[No threats, for now: if he makes them, she'll probably test them, and he'll have to follow through on them.

He holds her tied wrists with one hand, then licks his first two fingers and presses them between her thighs, from behind.]

Ah—!

[ She presses her ass back against his hand, tilting her pelvis up, knees coming apart. She had fallen in love with his fingers during their last encounter—they're long and graceful and skilled. And now, he knows how she prefers him to use them. ]

[He thinks he may have come up with a suitable game. He rests the tips of his fingers just at her opening, then leans over and murmurs into her ear,]

Shhh. You've been talking too much. It's made a lot of trouble for you.

Count to one hundred in your head, and don't make a sound while you're doing it.

[Then he pushes them in -- first slowly, then again, faster, with a little swirl when they're almost fully withdrawn. One thousand one, one thousand two.]

[ It's true, along with the way he's finally figured out she wants to be commanded, that he has a sexy voice. He has a nice accent, and his lips brushing her ear and his low tone send a shiver down her back. She eyes him and tries to turn her head to nip at his skin, already beginning her counting. She might be tempted to push his boundaries, but the contact of his hand is worth obeying for. ]

[He doesn't really stop to think about how this is the first time he's done exactly this, or how enticing he finds all of it -- they're both aware of the latter, and he'd rather keep her ignorant of the former. He doesn't kiss her when she tries to nip at him -- not yet.

After about twenty thrusts and swirls that start slow and increase in speed, he pulls his fingers out and pauses, just for a moment, to gauge her reaction. A noise of complaint would be a violation of his command.]

[ She tilts her hips along with the motion of his hand, eyes closing, planning what she will say in precisely 79 seconds when she's done counting. It's going to matter.

When he removes his hand the absence of his touch is intolerable and she tilts her hips back again. It's the first time since they started she's felt actual stakes to following his orders, and she does decide to test it—she doesn't whimper or cry out or make any other vocal sound, but she lets out a harsh voiceless exhale through her nose, and brings her own hands lower down her back. The implication should be obvious: return to fingering her, or she'll find a way to do it herself. ]

[Voiceless is what's important, and he decides that her compliance is good enough. Still, he decides to warn her:]

Careful.

[Then he bends forward a little, reaching around her front, and slips the same two fingers into the same place from the front. When he resumes fingering her, he also occasionally grinds the heel of his palm over her clit.]

[ It's an awkward position, but it feels good, and that's what matters. She has to smirk at being able to get away with pushing his boundaries, and she continues to make occasional voiceless sounds to show her appreciation of the sensations, just little scoffs low in her throat along with panting as she comes close to climax. The countdown itself seems to turn into a countdown to when she's going to allow herself to come, because she wants to express the pleasure of it vocally when she does. So, with a minute of counting time left, she doesn't ride against his hand like yesterday, but lets his motions determine the pressure and the speed. ]

[He does what she'd shown him that she likes, adding the penetration and the little twists of his palm to it; the way she's responding shows that it's working. Seventy-seven, seventy eight....

It's also working for him: something about it is past being arousing simply because it's a sexual situation that he's involved in, and moving deeply into more specific desires of his own.

His pants are becoming uncomfortable now, so with his free hand, he unties the fastening and tugs the waistband down to his hips. His cock springs out and brushes against her bottom, and when it does, he inhales as softly and sharply as he has every time she's bitten him.]

[ She's very close to making a noise when she feels that happen, but she manages to hold it back by biting her lip. She's closer to the end of the countdown now, and quite worked up, so she begins pumping her hips against his hand, but also pressing back to feel out his dick with her ass. As it turns out, she miscalculates just how much she can take of this before it sets her off, and with only 5 or 6 seconds to go the muscles in her groin begin to contract. She lets out a long, harsh exhale, trying not to give in to the sensation, not quite yet, but this sort of flattens out the crest of the sensation and causes the orgasm to weaken. But now time is up. ]

Fuck—

[ It's high-pitched and breathless, and she presses her hips down against his hand. ]

[He's surprised, and a little impressed: it can't have been easy to make it to 100 without any noise, given what was clearly happening to her around 95. That should probably be rewarded, so he lets her continue to press against his hand, and he keeps moving his fingers.]

You did very well. Be louder for me.

[It continues to work for him even more than he'd thought it might. There's a little extra pleasure in being able to do this to her, just with some authority and some small movements of his hand. She's combative; it makes him feel like he's winning.

He rests his cock against her bound hands, curious to see if she'll do anything with it.]

[ The praise, combined with his tone and his accent, cause an actual flush to her cheeks, and she groans a little. She's not one who tries to remain silent during sex; she's definitely willing to express herself, but the rush of desire and authority of his tone when he gives the command mean she begins to express more than she normally would.

And then she feels the skin of his member being placed against her hands. The angle is weird, considering that her hand is bound to the other, but she feels out the slit at the end of his cock with her thumb and smears the small amount of precum that's gathered there across the slit. And she moans, and she slides her thumb against this wet spot to the same rhythm her hips are pumping. She loves penises, and though his is fairly average, it's no less desirable to touch it.

Her legs aren't as toned in this body as what she's used to having, and they're beginning to quake just a bit. She sometimes trembles when she's feeling filled with desire anyway, and this just adds to the many sensations that are building in her system. She could come again, quite soon, but now she wants it to be when he's inside her. She tugs at his cock and gives it a squeeze, as well as she can, giving another buck of her hips—not down against his hand, but back, placing her weight on her toes so she can angle her hips up. ]

God --!

[The way she's moving her hands on him and shifting her stance is a clear indication of what she wants next, and it would be very easy to shift position slightly and make it happen, but he can feel her legs beginning to tremble against his. He suspects that the nanites in his system are the only reason his own legs aren't still screaming at him from their exertions the previous night.

He doesn't want is for his second time -- with her, or anyone -- to be standing or clothed, if he has a choice. It's fast and fun, and fine from time to time, but not particularly comfortable. He pulls away from her.]

Wait.

[He lets his trousers fall and steps out of them, then goes to the bed, yanks back the covers, and sits up with his back against the headboard. He's already calculated that if he doesn't want to be on top of her at first, this position will be the easiest one.]

Come here onto my lap, but face me. Everything happened so quickly last night that I couldn't see much.

[ He pulls away and she whimpers, but soon it's evident what he's doing, and she straightens to walk around the bed to the place where he has gotten seated. She clambers up onto the bed, walking on her knees over to him, and straddles his lap, sliding down into it. Without use of her hands she is dependent on him to line himself up for penetration, but this doesn't keep her from writhing into position as best she can. She's breathing heavily, shuddering now with need, and whimpers and bites his ear lobe. ]

What do you want to see?

[That gets one of his single dry chuckles.]

Everything.

[He's as needy as she is, as greedy, breathing heavily now. He adjusts his own position with one hand as he turns his face to try to catch her mouth for a hungry kiss.

A moment later, it feels like he's in the right place. He shifts his hips to press up into her, and when he does, he reaches around to touch the back of her neck, intending to look into her eyes as it happens.]

[ She presses into the kiss, excited, expectant, and impatient. There are none of her trademark bites this time though; she opens her mouth and takes in his taste, groaning.

And then he pulls back and starts shifting his hips against hers. Her mouth goes slack, and she's at a loss for words as he begins making his way into her. When she's directing things she likes it fast and dirty, but this is exactly why she gave him control. He holds eye contact and she shudders against his hand on her neck, remembering his command to make noise for him. There's nothing she knows better coming from a lover than hearing a desperate, wanting moan of one's name, and she doesn't know he's only ever given her a pseudonym. ]

Ryuuzaki, augh...

[ The moan at the end draws out until he's fully inserted into her, and she settles against him, keeping her chest up so he can get a good view. She tilts her head, her eyes fluttering shut, and she bends in so she can lick his ear. Right now all she wants is to hear his voice. ]

Talk dirty to me?

Dirty?

[He's lost eye contact with her for a moment, and he sets his hands on her hips just below her waist. Her mouth at his ear causes him to pant, just once.]

Do you know, I've never done that before.

[He doesn't swear much... maybe because he's never been around people who he would have picked it up from, maybe because the words always feel a little weird in his mouth. She's so hot and tight around him, and there's a different, equally pleasurable feeling when he's deep inside and almost all the way out, about to press in again.]

I like the way you you feel on my cock.

[That's experimental. A thought flits through his head that it may sound ridiculous... most of this kind of talk probably does to anyone overhearing it (it certainly has in surveillance)... but he's not a particularly self-conscious man, and it's not hard to begin to come up with ideas, especially if he tries to stretch outside of his day to day vocabulary.]

[ His momentary distraction is no obstacle; she simply makes eye contact with him again, and when he makes his statement she pumps her hips against him and moans. Just him saying that word fuels the desire she has to hear more. ]

What does it feel like?

[He positions his head so that he can try to hold her gaze as she pumps up and down, then brings one of his hands to her breast. He grasps her firm pink nipple between his fingertips, where he massages and pinches it.]

You know how it feels: it's hot and wet and you'll be the only interesting thing in the world until I come. You have my complete attention. How much did you want me inside you?

[And it's true: he's not even thinking about what he's not thinking about. He hasn't thought about Darcy once since he's set foot in the room, nor has he paused to wish that he'd somehow been with her, or with anyone else.]

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[ She whimpers out a string of sounds, tilting her head a little and pressing her chest harder against his hand, not breaking eye contact. Obviously, yes, she had known that answer, but to hear him say it...it adds to the sensations and the intensity of everything and she can't help but answer the way she does when he asks his question. ]

About as much as I want you to put my tit in your mouth now.

[ Hopefully he's picked up better on the fact that she doesn't want a gentle little nibble when he does so, not like yesterday. ]

[Well, that's not an order, and it's not far from what he wants, either. It takes some angling of his head, and the loss of the eye contact again, and a brief slowing of the motion of their bodies, but it's not too long before her nipple is in his mouth.

He doesn't try to lave her with his tongue again. Instead, he sucks hard, then sets his teeth against her and bites down. She'll let him know if it's too uncomfortable, and hopefully he won't slip.

Maybe it doesn't matter to her what happens to this body in the long run. That's an intriguing, unusual thought -- he's used to the innate conviction that you're in the only one you get -- but he sets it aside.]

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