Behind Closed Doors - Non-journal
Amy: *Amy sat in the back of the car Cain had ushered her into, watching the familiar sights as they neared her home*
Cain: *Tugs on her leash a little, bringing her face closer. Teases her lips around the gag with his tongue, hand softly stroking her thigh*
Amy: *eyes flicker to his, lowering obediently as his tongue teases her mouth, praying the torturous yet sweet wait will soon be at an end.*
Cain: Amy... It would appear the moment is upon us. *Car pulls to a stop in front of the door.* Shall we adjourn immediately to the play room?*smirks*
Amy: *nods, her eyes smiling, allowing him to lead her inside*
Cain: *Shuts the door. Stands back and admires her form* Is this what you intend to wear? Or have you something else you'd like to show me?
Amy: *holds up a finger for him to wait, begins to head for the bedroom, pausing briefly with a gesture to the gag, asking if she may remove it*
Cain: By all means Amy. *moves to the bar, starts to fix a drink*
Amy: *unbuckles the gag, dropping it ungraciously on an end table as she moves into the bedroom, stripping off her dirty clothes, and quickly washing her body before slipping into the white mesh nightgown Cain left for her, and some chunky white platformed heels. Her makeup is minimal, and her hair brushed out in silky waves. She emerges from the bedroom, eyes finding Cain and voice deep and throaty* Sir...
Cain: *Sitting in a chair on the other side of the room with a drink. Eyes her hungrily as she returns* Where is your collar? *gestures for her to come to his side*
Amy: *moves over quickly, mumbling* I must've forgotten to put it back on after I was done washing *takes the drink from him and puts it on the coffee table, slipping onto his lap and kissing him*
Cain: *Kisses her back hungrily, hands sliding over her body, speaks in a husky whisper* You do realize that shall require a punishment of some sort...
Amy: *voice just as husky* Be my guest. I am yours after all, aren't I? *smirks and nips Cain's earlobe*
Cain: Oh very much so. *Hands run through her hair, tugging her head back, so he can kiss her throat* Now, shall we visit this dungeon of yours?
Amy: Mmm...yes...do you need directions or have you learnt your way around by the surveillance videos by now?
Cain: I've not paid a great deal of attention to the intermediary footage, merely the action as it were
Amy: *chuckles* Was it good for you? *pulls him up off the chair and slowly backs towards the spare room* This way *pushes the door open behind her, flicking on a light switch, revealing the mood-lit dungeon*
Cain: *Walks slowly around the room, fingering the various implements as he goes, A paddle, rope, the leather strap of a harness gag, a crop* It would appear adequate
Amy: *nervous about his response, wringing her hands* I'm not an expert but I did my best...*nervous smile*
Cain: *slides the crop off the wall, testing the balance and feel nonchalantly* Select your method of restraint
Amy: I remember you once mentioned you preferred ropes to chains.. *she gestured to the leather cuffs on the whipping rail* however I think you'll find most of this stuff comes with restraints...Gentleman's choice *a wry smile*
Cain: *Goes to the large X-cross, fingers the cuffs*Hmmm, so much to choose from. *Walks to the sawhorse like whipping rail* But I believe I promised you a spanking, yes?
Amy: You did *nods, stepping closer, watching him closely*
Cain: *Smiles a little, slapping the top of the rail with the crop* Hands behind, come here girl...
Amy: *obeys, jumping a little at the sound of the crop* Yes Sir.
Cain: *Pushes her over the rail, bent at the waist, runs a hand over her ass* Hold your hands behind, do not move them until I say. *touches her ass with the leather crop*
Amy: *shivers, steeling her nerves and gripping her hands together tightly*
Cain: *Slides the crop up and down the crack of her ass, just touching her clit with the end of the crop at times* Tell me you belong to me Amy
Amy: *gasps* Ahh--I belong to you, Sir
Cain: *smacks the crop crisply against the bottom side of her ass* Say it again girl
Amy: *flinches slightly* I belong to you, I'm yours.
Cain: *Smacks her several more times, none hard, but all swift, leaving angry red lines* Good girl
Amy: *bites her lip at the prickling sensation on her flesh* Having fun sir? *characteristically cheeky Amy-smirk*
Cain: Warming up to it, to be sure. *slides his hand between her legs, running her clit hard*
Amy: *moans* Oh, god... *has a thought* You're not going to leave me here like the other night, are you? *looks back at him, worried*
Cain: *Strokes her harder, rubbing her clit with her juices* And if I did? *smirks*
Amy: Please *a plea for him to stay, followed by a whimper* Fuck, yes! *a blush rises over her chest, neck, and face, and a shudder ripples through her body*
Cain: *Sets the crop against the leg of the post, caresses her breast from behind, still fondling her sex. Hot breath by her ear* I think I'd like to fuck you Amy
Amy: *panting as she first speaks* You only think? I would've thought you'd have decided for sure by now *smirks, happily pressing her cheek to his*
Cain: I want you to come for me first, here...in our room. *strokes her harder* Cover it in your scent
Amy: *mewls as he strokes, leaning back against him, hips grinding against his hand* Fuck...fuck! *muscles tense, and she whimpers her release, slick juices leaking onto Cain's hand*
Cain: *Rubs her clit between his fingers, wet and sticky with her essence as she comes. Licks a finger, then holds his hand to her lips* A good start girl...
Amy: *tongue flickers over his fingers* You want to go to the bedroom? *with mock annoyance* And I have a name, you know.
Cain: *Gives her a spank to the bottom* Yes, and as mine is "Sir" so shall yours be "girl"
Amy: *pouts* but I like Amy. It's sexier. *sighs, then smiles* It's okay Sir, you know you'll always get your way. You can call me girl...if you must.
Cain: Are there any... accoutrements in the bedroom? Should you need restraining ...girl
Amy: *smiles* I'm sure there are a couple of pairs of handcuffs in my toybox...
Cain: Well then, lets be off. It's time to take what's mine *smiles hungrily*
Amy: *brushes her lips across his smile, caressing his hand as she guides him to her bedroom. The lighting is low, but visible. Amy coyly sits on the corner of the burgundy bedspread, her eyes wide, watching Cain, tongue darting out over dry lips.*
Cain: *Stalks over to her, unbuttoning his shirt* I think this is going to become one of my favorite places Amy. *shucks the shirt, starts on his pants, standing before her* Council business that does not pertain to my ascension is no longer relevant, which I believe leaves me more time to enjoy the fruits of my success
Amy: I'm glad to hear that. I'm sure this place is going to become a whole lot more enjoyable with you around...*assists with his pants, smiling up at him* So Egypt is gonna be a kind of a working vacation then? Sun, sand, sex and sorcery?
Cain: *Moans a little at her hands on him* Oh yes, especially the last two I should think
Amy: *slides her hands over his ass as she pushes off his trousers, and gives it a squeeze, then moves back on the bed, bending her knees and parting her legs as she holds his gaze* So...how do you want me Sir? *runs her hands lightly over her smooth inner thighs*
Cain: *Cock is fully erect, almost painfully ready, precum glistening at the head of his cock* I don't bloody care anymore *Pounces on her, pressing her into the bed, kissing her hard*
Amy: *squeals with delight as he pounces* *moans against his mouth, her kisses equally fierce, breasts pressed against his chest, voice a whisper in his ear* Take me. Jason. *she looks like she didn't mean to say his name*
Cain: *Slides his cock into her, mouth by her ear* Do you remember what I said about my first name Amy?
Amy: Only your wife and your mistress use it...*sucks his earlobe gently* I fit the description of the latter, don't I?
Cain: Mmm... *Thrusts deep into her* You do Amy, indeed you do
Amy: *a mewl catches in her throat as he thrusts, her arms resting lightly on his shoulders* You know, I could always call you Rene...
Cain: *resting on his forearms, thrusting long, slow and deep* I rather prefer reality to fiction *grunts*
Amy: *rubs his shoulders and neck* So do I...*kisses him again, slow and exploratory, whimpering softly as he thrusts*
Cain: *Breathing harder, grunting with each thrust, rubbing her cheek with his, planting small kisses across her face as he moves*
Amy: *cries grow louder as he thrusts, fingers gripping his back harder, her perfectly manicured nails marking his back* God!
Cain: *Pounds into her harder as she cuts his back, the pain driving him to move faster, harder.* Fuck Amy...I'm...I... I'm almost....
Amy: *her face clenched, she yells, writhing beneath Cain* Oh, fuck...Sir, Jason, FUCK! *clenching his back harder as her muscles tighten around his cock, she bites his shoulder fiercely, tasting his blood as she cums*
Cain: *Comes hard as she bites him, burying his cock deep in her, jerking against her as he orgasms* oh gods!! Amy..!
Amy: *kisses his neck as he orgasms, hers still shuddering through her* Oh my god... *manages a whimper as her muscles finally loosen, and she slumps back against the bed, holding him and letting him relax against her as he recovers*
Cain: *Breathing against her hair, moans in satisfaction, cock twitching inside her* Well, that was worth the wait I think
Amy: Absolutely. *shifts, planting a kiss on his forehead, the taste of his sweat on her lips* Are you staying?
Cain: Yes, I believe so... *shifts to the side, laying back* I'll recharge here I think *smirks*
Amy: *smirks, looking sideways at him* Sure you're gonna get to rest? *rolls over so she is nuzzling his chest*
Cain: *Growls* I never said rest...I said recharge
Amy: *raises an eyebrow* Something magic in mind?...Just don't tell me you're gonna turn into a Viagra junkie like JC. *chuckles*
Cain: Gods I hope not. JC is a broken down old reprobate
Amy: He tried to kick me out when you were away, I busted him with them. I'm glad he found some Britney Spears clone to bother instead. *yawns* Hmm...sleep or food?
Cain: *closes his eyes, running his hand over her hair* As you will, I'm perfectly content here for now
Amy: *smiles, her own eyes closing* Believe me, so am I. *snuggles a little closer as she begins to drift off*
Cain: *Sighs, drifting off as well* Perhaps we'll revisit the cuffs later then
Amy: *half asleep* We've got all the time in the world...