It had been no secret by any means that Elizaveta had always had a thing for her darling Liszt, the way the man had acted and the things he’d created were by far some of the most beautiful things she had heard in quite a long time. And the fact he’d thought so highly of her to have nineteen pieces that were related to the culture and heritage that had been so present for since her true formation, it was such a beautiful thing in her mind. The fact that Roderich had chosen those pieces and played all of them with such intensity and obviously for her had done far more to her than she had expected. Truly, she’d expected her body to react in some way, but certainly nowhere near the extent it actually had. It had taken quite a lot of restraint to act as prim and proper as was expected at these types of things, but just simple body movements and anyone who knew the little nuances of body language and breathing patterns could easily tell just how much it had gotten under her skin
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When he opened the door, he'd expected at most to see some sort of cute, barely-existent outfit, and at the very least she'd be standing to await his arrival so that she could tackle him. Not this. This was a rare treat, and his eyes widened along with a starstruck grin when he took in the sight of it all.
Still grinning like an idiot, he walked towards her as if drawn by a magnet, pulling the bowtie from his neck and tossing it onto the nightstand. He reached for the end of the leash that was tied to the bed post and loosened it, slowly pulling her towards him until her body was flush against his. And, well, it had only taken a mere few seconds upon entering the room for the excitement of the sight to work its way south.
He kissed her lips, nibbling gently at the lower one and flicking it with his tongue, his breath fragrant with apples and pears from the little bit of Obstwasser he'd finished off just fifteen minutes earlier.
That expression was just about exactly what she had wanted and the fact he seemed far more compliant towards going about this whole thing that just struck a chord with her. A soft bit of a chuckle slipped past her lips as she was pulled towards him, working with the tugging and resisting just a little bit for a bit of extra little fun. Not that she had any intentions on resisting against much of anything this night, there was certainly no point in doing so.
And such a familiar fragrance that was, a tiny hint of a grin forming as she let him do as he wished. Of course she'd give some sort of answer when she got the chance.
"Am I that obvious?" She lightly mocked, giving his lower lip a playful little nip in return.
He laughed at the ridiculous question, finally letting the leash drop so that he could have both hands free to run down the sides of her body. His hands weren't... tense, really; they couldn't be or he would never have been able to get through the concert. But his fingers still pressed firmly into her, subtle little isolated movements sneaking down the lace nightgown.
"No, really," he mumbled between kisses placed around her jaw and neck (perhaps one on the collar as well - why not, really, he always liked the feel), "the right nuance was there? I know how it is with folk-inspired music; it can be difficult to nail down that very essence... and don't give me a nice answer just because I'm going to ravish you silly."
A soft little snort was made at that question, body trying to move against the points those fingers were pressing against. Really, she wouldn't be in such a mood if he'd fucked up the music, there was absolutely no way. In fact, she probably wouldn't want anything to do with him for a few days if that were the case.
"Darling, would I be in such a mood if you hadn't done it so perfectly? You know how I am with my traditional music and just how they are to me. You did wonderfully," she replied, trying to reassure him with lightly nuzzling against him. Silly performers and their need to be reassured, but she was by far used to this nonsense by now.
Under any other circumstance, he'd probably be boring her asking about specifics, tiny difficult passages from random points in each that she would have no way of knowing offhand unless she'd learned the pieces herself, but he figured he could let it slide (especially since he'd already pestered his drinking mates earlier on about it). That was certainly a good enough answer, and he knew that with something like this, perfection was nice, but rawness was exquisite.
"Thank you," he said with a small smirk, pulling away only to remove his cummerbund... well, and unbutton his shirt. Her hands were otherwise occupied, so he wasn't going to be getting any help. "It's only because of how well I know you, I'm quite sure," he added, a hand slithering back to squeeze her rear at the word 'well.' "I look forward to finishing what I started."
Thank goodness for his pestering someone else about all the details, she had no intentions of telling him every little detail while there were other things that needed to be tended to. And wasn't that the thing when it came down to it, the raw factor that attributed to much of what the pieces had pulled from? One could argue that that was the point, but she wasn't one to argue about those details. Particularly when music was all about interpretation when it came down to it.
A soft bit of a whine slipped from her when he pulled away from her, though once the reason was realized her whine was quickly stifled. Honestly, she would have been glad to help if he would have undone those cuffs, but her being something akin to powerless was a different thing than she was accustomed to and something like that kind of added to her own situation at the moment. Though she couldn't help a startled little noise when that hand decided to squeeze her rear, giving him a fake little pout that quickly faded on his last words.
He contemplated leaving the cuffs on. He really did - the thought of just taking her for his own was certainly appealing, but in the end, he didn't have the heart to give up the feel of her fingernails on his back. Besides, how else was that pretty little gown going to come off?
He could always pin her down himself whenever he felt like it. That was more fun, anyway.
Stepping out of his shoes and socks, he undid his slacks first, and then removed the leash from the collar as it would likely get in the way. The collar itself, however, was staying on. And then he undid the cuffs. And at that question, he had no words to reply; only a curled grin and a small grunt as he pushed her down onto the bed and began unlacing those ribbons.
Always a masochist to his own ends, wasn't he? Not that she particularly minded, even if those marks she left on his back were a completely subconscious thing instead of her being intent on leaving some sort of mark on him. Though that was very appealing to an end, as well.
He attention was focused on every little thing he did, head tilted up just enough to allow him to get better access to remove that leash. It'd prove useful later but for the time being it really was in the way and more or less for decoration. To be fair, she hadn't expected him to remove the cuffs this early but her curious question about it was quickly answered when she was pushed back onto the bed.
Body squirmed in a bit of rejection and anticipation both of the ribbons being removed and the fact he was being so quick about removing her clothing. Honestly, sometimes the man had no sense of what patience was, though she supposed she couldn't fault him for wanting to get through all of the frill and lace.
He just finished two and a half hours of exhausting, teasing work that was essentially foreplay to all of this; he was pretty sure he had patience. And he could have just pulled the damn thing over her head, but he just loved anything that laced up like that, and by now he'd practically perfected the swift motion of the fingers necessary to unlace. Both hands crept up her sides, undoing row by row of ribbon until finally there was only a front and back panel left, which he peeled away from her skin, lifting her head to allow the halter neck to be removed as well.
He paused to survey her body, smirking when he met her eyes again. He still had his boxer-briefs on for the time being, but he very slowly pressed his arousal against the inside of her thigh. He spoke in a voice that was quiet, poised, yet dripping with want.
A very effective form of it, really. Even if to probably anyone else the whole idea of the music having been that was out of their mind, but as far as she was concerned, no one else's feelings on it mattered. Hell, she would have been an idiot to not recognize it for what it was, to not know that it had all been directed at her. It'd been a bit more point-blank than usual, but welcomed in all forms. And as he played with the ribbon she squirmed here or there with a tiny bit of mewling-like noises just to mess with him and see what reactions she could gain from those little bits of actions. Other than that she was very pliable to removing this damn thing, it was nice for these situations, but not so much for practical purposes.
The cold air against her body got a bit of a hiss from her, using what room she had to stretch just somewhat and untense any muscles that had been neglected from her little game. Though she was pretty quickly stopped in place when he pressed against her and those words, those words were both expected and
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His face went hot hearing those mewls and it made it all the more difficult for him to wait, but even the way she begged left it completely open-ended. He didn't have to go straight to dessert. He could do anything.
And it did feel odd after playing for so long to keep his hands so still...
He reached for the leash and reattached it to the collar. He kneeled between her legs and pulled her up so that their faces were nearly touching. Biting his lip, he took his free hand and slid two his middle and index finger inside of her, hooking them towards him and stroking deftly, letting his thumb rest on the little nub of skin above.
When it came down to it, she should have expected for him to do something like that. Of course he wasn't going to just get right down to it, that would ruin all of the fun that would be present and make her bits of preparation all in vain. A quirk of the brow was made when he reattached the leash to the collar, but no question otherwise was made, following his little bits of guidance in order to see just what he was up to.
That was when she figured out just what he was up to, those fingers and the way they moved and curled was more than enough to clue her in. And particularly when they were just so adept at what the were doing, her teeth biting down on her lower lip to try and hold back the whimper and muscles tensing up to try and avoid the squirming. Honestly, she was trying not to act the definition of a ridiculous 'sex kitten', but it was quite a bit hard when it came to being with someone who knew all those little things about her and her body.
His nostrils flared as he listened to her squeal at his touch, and he increased pressure and speed. He knew he had an edge over her with this, it was one of the few ways he knew how to truly drive her out of her mind rather than the other way around. It was invigorating, really, to see her nearly helpess in his hands.
He nipped beneath her jaw and gave a primal grunt before looking directly at her, tongue darting against her mouth briefly. "Look at me. And don't try and hold back, I want to hear you." And he increased his speed again, a barely coherent you're mine escaping him.
Her being helpless wasn't exactly something she was used to by any means, not particularly something she enjoyed to points either. But this was at least in a position that she wouldn't have to worry about something going completely wrong and ending up in a bad place. But this was home and she was with someone she could at least trust. It was reassuring in a weird round-about way.
The order caught her a bit by surprise, though she was quick to try and catch him in a kiss. If he wanted to hear her, then it would be under her own damn terms, certainly. But she couldn't help the bit back moan from the possessive words, there was just something about them that got to her more than they should have. The fact she wasn't in the dominant part of this actually doing far more for her than she would ever admit in any sort of company.
He moaned into her mouth as she kissed him. By this point, he couldn't wait any longer. He was painfully hard, and if he spent any more time in his underwear the mere friction and pressure would send him over the edge too soon. His grip on the leash loosened and it slid through his hand as she was lowered back to the pillow. He climbed out of his underwear, springing free, the tip already damp and glistening. He positioned himself between her legs and with a long groan of sweet relief, he entered her.
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Still grinning like an idiot, he walked towards her as if drawn by a magnet, pulling the bowtie from his neck and tossing it onto the nightstand. He reached for the end of the leash that was tied to the bed post and loosened it, slowly pulling her towards him until her body was flush against his. And, well, it had only taken a mere few seconds upon entering the room for the excitement of the sight to work its way south.
He kissed her lips, nibbling gently at the lower one and flicking it with his tongue, his breath fragrant with apples and pears from the little bit of Obstwasser he'd finished off just fifteen minutes earlier.
"I take it you enjoyed it?"
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And such a familiar fragrance that was, a tiny hint of a grin forming as she let him do as he wished. Of course she'd give some sort of answer when she got the chance.
"Am I that obvious?" She lightly mocked, giving his lower lip a playful little nip in return.
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"No, really," he mumbled between kisses placed around her jaw and neck (perhaps one on the collar as well - why not, really, he always liked the feel), "the right nuance was there? I know how it is with folk-inspired music; it can be difficult to nail down that very essence... and don't give me a nice answer just because I'm going to ravish you silly."
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"Darling, would I be in such a mood if you hadn't done it so perfectly? You know how I am with my traditional music and just how they are to me. You did wonderfully," she replied, trying to reassure him with lightly nuzzling against him. Silly performers and their need to be reassured, but she was by far used to this nonsense by now.
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"Thank you," he said with a small smirk, pulling away only to remove his cummerbund... well, and unbutton his shirt. Her hands were otherwise occupied, so he wasn't going to be getting any help. "It's only because of how well I know you, I'm quite sure," he added, a hand slithering back to squeeze her rear at the word 'well.' "I look forward to finishing what I started."
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A soft bit of a whine slipped from her when he pulled away from her, though once the reason was realized her whine was quickly stifled. Honestly, she would have been glad to help if he would have undone those cuffs, but her being something akin to powerless was a different thing than she was accustomed to and something like that kind of added to her own situation at the moment. Though she couldn't help a startled little noise when that hand decided to squeeze her rear, giving him a fake little pout that quickly faded on his last words.
"Number twenty then?"
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He could always pin her down himself whenever he felt like it. That was more fun, anyway.
Stepping out of his shoes and socks, he undid his slacks first, and then removed the leash from the collar as it would likely get in the way. The collar itself, however, was staying on. And then he undid the cuffs. And at that question, he had no words to reply; only a curled grin and a small grunt as he pushed her down onto the bed and began unlacing those ribbons.
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He attention was focused on every little thing he did, head tilted up just enough to allow him to get better access to remove that leash. It'd prove useful later but for the time being it really was in the way and more or less for decoration. To be fair, she hadn't expected him to remove the cuffs this early but her curious question about it was quickly answered when she was pushed back onto the bed.
Body squirmed in a bit of rejection and anticipation both of the ribbons being removed and the fact he was being so quick about removing her clothing. Honestly, sometimes the man had no sense of what patience was, though she supposed she couldn't fault him for wanting to get through all of the frill and lace.
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He paused to survey her body, smirking when he met her eyes again. He still had his boxer-briefs on for the time being, but he very slowly pressed his arousal against the inside of her thigh. He spoke in a voice that was quiet, poised, yet dripping with want.
"Bettel mich an."
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The cold air against her body got a bit of a hiss from her, using what room she had to stretch just somewhat and untense any muscles that had been neglected from her little game. Though she was pretty quickly stopped in place when he pressed against her and those words, those words were both expected and ( ... )
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And it did feel odd after playing for so long to keep his hands so still...
He reached for the leash and reattached it to the collar. He kneeled between her legs and pulled her up so that their faces were nearly touching. Biting his lip, he took his free hand and slid two his middle and index finger inside of her, hooking them towards him and stroking deftly, letting his thumb rest on the little nub of skin above.
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That was when she figured out just what he was up to, those fingers and the way they moved and curled was more than enough to clue her in. And particularly when they were just so adept at what the were doing, her teeth biting down on her lower lip to try and hold back the whimper and muscles tensing up to try and avoid the squirming. Honestly, she was trying not to act the definition of a ridiculous 'sex kitten', but it was quite a bit hard when it came to being with someone who knew all those little things about her and her body.
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He nipped beneath her jaw and gave a primal grunt before looking directly at her, tongue darting against her mouth briefly. "Look at me. And don't try and hold back, I want to hear you." And he increased his speed again, a barely coherent you're mine escaping him.
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The order caught her a bit by surprise, though she was quick to try and catch him in a kiss. If he wanted to hear her, then it would be under her own damn terms, certainly. But she couldn't help the bit back moan from the possessive words, there was just something about them that got to her more than they should have. The fact she wasn't in the dominant part of this actually doing far more for her than she would ever admit in any sort of company.
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