Well I certainly know all there is to know about leather, having grown up around horses. And I have a particular skill with a riding crop. *so-sweet smile*
*brows climb higher* And where, praytell, did you pick up that latter bit of... experience? I can't imagine you would have needed the crop much with your horses, being who and what you are.
*so-sweet smile shifts to vixenish grin* Now darling, a woman can't divulge all her secrets so soon. Suffice to say I've never needed to use a crop on a four-legged animal.
Tch. *saunters closer and leans in to murmur in her ear*
And does the thought of me all tied up for your pleasure interest you, mistress? D'you enjoy the thought of making me sweat and shiver and moan? Of demonstrating your 'particular skill' with that crop and leaving me pink-marked and tender and asking you for more? D'you like the idea of what you could do to me, a Cait... what you are, indeed, doing to me now?
*gives him a thoughtful, speculative look only slightly belied by her faint smile and the gleam in her eyes*
I certainly won't deny that the thought of you at my mercy does have a certain appeal. But since you bring it up, I must ask ... *tilts her head to murmur in his ear* ... what exactly am I doing to you right now? *throaty purr* Does the mental image of being completely and utterly helpless under my hands, bound both to my bed and my whims, not knowing if I'm about to offer the caress of my lips or the sting of a welt ... does that image do things to you, darling?
*breathes in in a slow hiss of air between his teeth, lets it out in a soft exhale*
Ah, I think you know that it does, Caitlín... But I'll indulge you if you like, and tell you just how and in what ways-- I'll tell you how your words sink under my skin and down into my veins and start my heart to beating faster, faster... tell you how the very thought of you makes the air in this room suddenly not quite enough, and how even now I am feeling a bit dizzy-- though whether for your words or for the scent of you so close, Cait, I cannot tell in truth-- and how, if you were to order it of me, I should stop breathing altogether rather than dare displease my most gracious and formidable mistress--
*He leans in closer, and it seems inevitable his lips will make contact with the skin of either Cait's neck or her ear, but instead Robin merely inhales deeply of the scent of her dark curls and then murmurs*
--mind you, that level of obedience might take me some time to get to. But I would be a most... eager student, Cait.
*Her eyes drift shut and her lips part slightly at the feel of his breath on her throat*
Oh, but you do tempt me so, Robin ... *pulls back just enough to meet his brilliant blue eyes with her velvety brown* To take you under my tutelage, to teach you all the sweet and subtle ways you could please me-- *her voice descends into her throat, turning husky* --along with some of the not-so-subtle ways ... *her lips curve in a warmly knowing smile* And given your propensity for mischief, the lessons could go on for a very long time indeed.
*she extends one finger to trace the curve of his ear, then runs the nail lightly down his throat* What lesson should I teach you first, I wonder ...
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Apparently, neither did I. Amazing, the new things we learn about ourselves every day, isn't it?
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Tease.
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And does the thought of me all tied up for your pleasure interest you, mistress? D'you enjoy the thought of making me sweat and shiver and moan? Of demonstrating your 'particular skill' with that crop and leaving me pink-marked and tender and asking you for more? D'you like the idea of what you could do to me, a Cait... what you are, indeed, doing to me now?
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I certainly won't deny that the thought of you at my mercy does have a certain appeal. But since you bring it up, I must ask ... *tilts her head to murmur in his ear* ... what exactly am I doing to you right now? *throaty purr* Does the mental image of being completely and utterly helpless under my hands, bound both to my bed and my whims, not knowing if I'm about to offer the caress of my lips or the sting of a welt ... does that image do things to you, darling?
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Ah, I think you know that it does, Caitlín... But I'll indulge you if you like, and tell you just how and in what ways-- I'll tell you how your words sink under my skin and down into my veins and start my heart to beating faster, faster... tell you how the very thought of you makes the air in this room suddenly not quite enough, and how even now I am feeling a bit dizzy-- though whether for your words or for the scent of you so close, Cait, I cannot tell in truth-- and how, if you were to order it of me, I should stop breathing altogether rather than dare displease my most gracious and formidable mistress--
*He leans in closer, and it seems inevitable his lips will make contact with the skin of either Cait's neck or her ear, but instead Robin merely inhales deeply of the scent of her dark curls and then murmurs*
--mind you, that level of obedience might take me some time to get to. But I would be a most... eager student, Cait.
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Oh, but you do
tempt me so, Robin ... *pulls back just enough to meet his brilliant blue eyes with her velvety brown* To take you under my tutelage, to teach you all the sweet and subtle ways you could please me-- *her voice descends into her throat, turning husky* --along with some of the
not-so-subtle ways ... *her lips curve in a warmly knowing smile* And given your propensity for mischief, the lessons could go on for a
very long time indeed.
*she extends one finger to trace the curve of his ear, then runs the nail lightly down his throat* What lesson should I teach you first, I wonder ...
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