She restlessly turns in her sleep. A soft moan escapes her lips, her fingers tracing up her stomach to curve around her breast. A sigh breaks from her lips and she moves again... lost in her dream.
"You know you want me."
Her eyes widen at his voice. She turns, her eyes drawn to him, standing in the doorway to her room.
"A.. a.. and your so sure of that, my lord?" she stutters, cursing at her self for showing her vulnerability.
He smiles slightly, eyes dark as they watch her. He slowly walks towards her, like a hunter stalking his prey. He walks around her, lightly brushing his body against hers as he does. He stops when he is behind her, leaning in so his lips just barely brush her ear, his warm breath causing her breath to catch, her nipples to harden. "Aye, I am positive of that."
He brings his fingertips up to her shoulders, again just barely touching her. Allowing himself to trace down her arm, along her bare skin, breathing in her scent. He feels her tremble, smiling again he whispers, " See, you want me. Your body wants me. "
She shudders at his touch, cursing her own body for its reaction. She steps away from him, turning to face him. " I find you rather arrogant, my lord. You are unable to see into my mind, you cannot see what I am thinking. I think your forwardness is deplorable and you need to remove yourself from my room immediately."
His eyes darken further, he reaches out gripping her arms and dragging her to him. Pulling her body flush to his, his mouth a breath away from hers, " I have been watching you for weeks. I have noticed you flaunting yourself. Your body beckons any sane man, you actions speak for them self that you want to be taken. Your mouth can deny it as much as it wants, but your body betrays you. Even now I can see the desire in your eyes, I can feel your body tremble. You may think you won't give in to me, but I know you will. I will take over the control you try to keep so close. I will make you beg for my touch, weep for my kiss, cry out for my possession. And when I am through I will take you again and again until you understand that you are mine!"
He crushes his mouth to hers, kissing her deeply, his lips moving to part hers, his tongue invading her mouth. Her soft cries are muffled under the passion of his kiss. He feels her struggle to not respond, then he feels her let go. Almost purring in satisfaction, he drags his mouth from hers, chuckling softly. "I see how it is. You put up the front that you don't' want this. But what you want is to have the control taken from you. You don't want to have to make the decision. Then fine, I will make it for you."
Her eyes are unable to meet his, she knows he speaks the truth. Her body cannot lie. The pleasure of his touch, of his words, of his kiss brings forth a wild abandon within her. She can feel her body tensing, her body screaming for his touch. She feels the moisture build between her legs, her nipples hardening, her body flushing. Her body is pressed to his, she can feel the heat, the strength, the hardness of him against her. She forces herself to look into his eyes, her breath catches. She can see the raw desire, the passion. Closing her own eyes, she surrenders, her voice just barely a whisper, she says "Aye. I am yours for the taking my lord, yours to do with as you please."
His eyes meet hers, holding her in their hypnotic stare. His hands slide down to her hips, pulling her closer, rubbing the thick, hard length of him against her. His head lowers, trailing his lips along her jaw, using his hands to pull her shift from her shoulders, sliding it down until he bares her breasts to him. He moves his hand to cup her breast, his thumb circling the hard nipple. His mouth moves to her neck, using his teeth and tongue, he torments her, enjoying the feel of her heavy breathing, the soft moans coming from her parted lips.
"Say it, say that you are mine to have. That anything I desire you will do." he whispers into her ear. His other hand moves to her neck, his fingers wrapping in her hair, tugging her head back to expose her throat. Growling softly he drags his lips to her neck, gently biting, licking, kissing.
Breathless she murmurs, " Aye my lord, I am yours. Only yours."
He pulls himself away from her, his hands move to unlace his pants. He stops, a smile playing upon his lips, he reaches out and grasps her hand, bringing it to him,"Undress me."
Her eyes widen at his words. Her trembling fingers undo his laces, tugging his pants down. She gasps softly when she sees him naked before her, her eyes meeting his again in wonder.
"Now, undress yourself."
She begins to slowly pull the laces of her bodice, her shift slides down her body to pool at her feet. Her face flushes as she stands naked before him. Her eyes meet his, almost questioning.
He takes her hand, bringing it to encircle him. "Stroke me."
She begins to slowly slide her hand up and down his length, marveling at how hard yet so soft it is. She traces her finger down the length, over the tip, down the underside only to grip him again. She continues to stroke him slowly. "Faster!" he growls, head back, eyes closed, the look of pleasure intense on his face. His hips thrust against her hands, helping her to move faster. Suddenly he pulls back, pulling from her reach. A small smile plays at his lips as he reaches out to stroke her bottom lip with thumb. " I want to feel this hot little mouth on me, I want to feel your tongue move the length of me. Do it now!"
She drops to her knees, her eyes locked on his face. She leans into him, her tongue darting out to flick the tip of him. Her hand reaches up to cup the base of him, holding him steady as she takes him in her mouth. Eyes still on his, she pulls back, tracing her tongue up and down, under, over and around only to engulf him again. Pulling back slightly, she whispers, " Like this, my lord?"
Not waiting for his response, she again moves her mouth down him, taking time to run her tongue underneath the length him. Again she pulls away, running her lips down the side, over the tip, her tongue darting out to tease.
Unable to stand it a moment longer, his hands tangle in her hair, gently pulling her mouth from him. "As much as I would love to lose myself in your mouth, there is more that I want to do to you, to have you do to me." he growls. He leans over, scooping her into his arms. Holding her there for a moment, his eyes dark, he studies her face, Slowly he walks to the bed. Placing her down on the bed, his gaze wanders over her body.
"What a vision you make, my lady. Lying there, your body flush with passion, begging to be touched by me, my mouth, my hands. You cannot deny how much you want me, not when all you have is displayed before me. Your body tells the tale of need, of want. " He trails a finger along her breast, circling the hardened tip. "Show me how you want to be touched. Show me how you would like me to touch you."
"M..m. .my lord?" Her eyes wide, her face flushing more as understanding dawns on her.
"Do it, touch yourself for me, show me what you want."
Her breathing ragged, her hands trembling, she slowly traces a finger on the same path his had just made on her body. Gently tracing along her breast, circling her nipple. Her other hand doing the same on the other side. Both fingers circling the hard tips, stopping to pinch ever so slightly. She cups her hands around her breasts, pushing them together as she squeezes gently. Unable to help herself, her eyes close, her body writhing ever so slightly. Leaving one hand to caress her breasts, the other journeys lower, over her stomach. Her fingers barely touching she circles her navel, moving upwards to the undersides of her breasts back down. Soft moans escaping from her lips at the pleasure of her own touch.
Her eyes open to look at him, see his response. Her breath catches at the look of raw desire on his face. His own hand stroking himself as he watches her hands touch herself. She feels herself grow more wet, the burning need to touch lower overwhelming her. She moves her fingers lower, hesitating slightly, unsure. She slides a finger further down, feeling her own wetness. She moans softly as the pleasure races through her at that slight touch. Spreading her legs a bit wider, she fully touches her self, finding the spot that needed it most. Her fingers making slow circles around the soft nub, her body shaking at how good it feels.
"Does that feel good, my lady? Do you like the feel of your own fingers pleasing you? Do you like the feeling of pleasing yourself before my eyes?"
"Yesss my lord," her fingers moving faster, her hips moving with her touch. She can feel the tension rising in her body, the absolute pleasure just out of reach. Moving faster, she feels like she is teetering on the edge of absolute bliss, yearning to fall completely over.
"Stop." he growls.
"My lord?" Her eyes fly to his, her fingers still moving.
"I said stop, now!"
She pulls her hand away, her hips still moving at the loss of the pleasure, her eyes uncertain as to what he wants now.
"Now I know what you like, so its my turn."
He puts one knee on the bed, between her thighs, bracing himself on there and on one hand by her head. His other hand comes up to her face, a single finger tracing along her cheek, trailing down along her jaw. He lowers his head to meet her lips with his, kissing her passionately, his tongue tangling with hers as he deepens the kiss. He lowers himself between her legs, his arousal pressed firmly against her. She gasps at the heat of it. Her legs move up and around his ass, trying to draw him closer to her.
"Mmmm, such a welcome response, I am almost convinced you are ready for more." he murmurs against her lips. He pulls her arms over her head, one hand gripping both of her wrists. "My turn to touch," he growls into her ear.He slides his body off to the side a bit, his free hand cupping her breast. His thumb flicks her hardened nipple. Bending his head, his tongue flicks where his thumb was just touching. He gently licks the hard nipple, his tongue lazily tracing it. Moving a bit closer, he pulls the tip into his mouth, sucking it, teeth grazing it.