[ She forgets sometimes that it's not normal. Leaving knives, a bo staff, a gun just lying around for visitors to see. Not that she gets many visitors, to be fair.
He sprawls into that chair like it's made for him, that hunger in his eyes sending something hot searing in her core. ]
Live in a city like this long enough, you'll get used to them, too. [ She smirks, circling around to her nightstand to retrieve the thick silver vibrator in question. ]
[ Immediately he leans forward, his attention zeroing in on the toy in her hand before it darts back to her face. The hunger is stronger now, audible in the growl of his voice. ]
Show me and tell me what you're doing. Then I'm going to show you what you taught me.
[ She flashes him an impish smile, liking the focus, the hunger in his eyes as he watches her with the toy. Stripping off her shirt first, she tosses it to the floor, unzipping her pants and toeing them off along with her socks and boots. She's pale skin and rough scars up and down, lean and strong as she tugs off her underwear and tosses it in his direction. ]
Say please.
[ She smirks, climbing onto the bed and stripping off her bra. ]
[ As much as he wants to lunge from this chair to that bed, he stays where he is, intending to watch her put on the show she offered him, paying attention as closely as he can. She's lean and muscular in a way that's rare where he comes from, even for the woman who are strong, the ones who are fighters. She's clearly a fighter too, judging by all those little scars.
Vane makes sure she knows he's staring at her, hungry and waiting, before he does as she says, because his obedience never comes at a cost that he won't jealously collect. ]
[ The sharp attention in his gaze, the masked tension in his muscles as he watches her strip down... he's like a jungle cat in heat, waiting for the perfect moment to attack. And fuck, it's hot.
Even hotter when he actually does say please, because she hadn't actually been expecting him to play nice. Not really.
Flashing him a grin, she tosses her bra to the floor, leaving her bare for him before she shifts to sit facing him, legs spreading wide. Her hands run over her own chest, tweaking her nipples before one hand shifts down her stomach. ]
[ If he wants to get closer, he will, unless she intends to chain him to the chair, which wouldn't go over well. But just for now, he wants to watch. He wants to learn something.
That doesn't stop the greedy ache from setting in, watching her touch herself in all the places he wants to touch her. Like an addiction that he knows he'll feed sooner or later. Because the thing about him playing nice is that he's rarely able to do it for long. ]
[ Something tells her the moment he's ready, the moment his patience runs out, she's in for one hell of a ride. It's in the tension of his muscles, the sharp, predatory look in his eyes.
For now, though, she's content to give him a show. She's still aching for that toy, cunt already glistening with the desire for it, the urge to show him just what he's been missing.
The hand sliding down her stomach slips between her legs, two fingers spreading her folds, her free hand grabbing the toy. ]
Don't stop what? [ It's an innocent enough question, or it tries to be even as she brings the toy to drag up and down her slit. She hasn't switched it on just yet... Not yet. ]
[ If he can't yet, then she has to, so he can watch and imagine it's his own hands, deliberately not touching himself at the same time to keep the illusion as clean as possible from all the way over here. ]
Using that toy.
[ Even without the hum of the vibration - a sound he's really learning to recognize and appreciate in this place - it still gives him a charge to see her run it over her pussy, the shimmer of slick making him tense against the urge to leap out of his seat. ]
[ Oh, she sure as hell won't do that. Not when the light, easy touch of the toy against her skin is already getting her wet, already making her back arch with a desire for more. She gets a little more insistent with the movement now, coating the shiny metal of the vibrator with her arousal. ]
Mmm... if you say so... [ She can follow his direction, at least for now. Guiding the toy's tip up and down her slit before she parts her folds even wider with her fingers, rubbing the tip of it against her clit with a groan. ]
I'm... Mm. I'm getting myself nice and wet for you. Getting the toy nice and wet before I put it inside me... [ She sighs, blinking her eyes open to meet his gaze. ] You want me to turn it on?
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He sprawls into that chair like it's made for him, that hunger in his eyes sending something hot searing in her core. ]
Live in a city like this long enough, you'll get used to them, too. [ She smirks, circling around to her nightstand to retrieve the thick silver vibrator in question. ]
Enough to know how to get myself off.
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[ Immediately he leans forward, his attention zeroing in on the toy in her hand before it darts back to her face. The hunger is stronger now, audible in the growl of his voice. ]
Show me and tell me what you're doing. Then I'm going to show you what you taught me.
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Say please.
[ She smirks, climbing onto the bed and stripping off her bra. ]
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Vane makes sure she knows he's staring at her, hungry and waiting, before he does as she says, because his obedience never comes at a cost that he won't jealously collect. ]
Please.
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Even hotter when he actually does say please, because she hadn't actually been expecting him to play nice. Not really.
Flashing him a grin, she tosses her bra to the floor, leaving her bare for him before she shifts to sit facing him, legs spreading wide. Her hands run over her own chest, tweaking her nipples before one hand shifts down her stomach. ]
The view okay? [ She asks innocently. ]
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[ If he wants to get closer, he will, unless she intends to chain him to the chair, which wouldn't go over well. But just for now, he wants to watch. He wants to learn something.
That doesn't stop the greedy ache from setting in, watching her touch herself in all the places he wants to touch her. Like an addiction that he knows he'll feed sooner or later. Because the thing about him playing nice is that he's rarely able to do it for long. ]
Don't stop.
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For now, though, she's content to give him a show. She's still aching for that toy, cunt already glistening with the desire for it, the urge to show him just what he's been missing.
The hand sliding down her stomach slips between her legs, two fingers spreading her folds, her free hand grabbing the toy. ]
Don't stop what? [ It's an innocent enough question, or it tries to be even as she brings the toy to drag up and down her slit. She hasn't switched it on just yet... Not yet. ]
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[ If he can't yet, then she has to, so he can watch and imagine it's his own hands, deliberately not touching himself at the same time to keep the illusion as clean as possible from all the way over here. ]
Using that toy.
[ Even without the hum of the vibration - a sound he's really learning to recognize and appreciate in this place - it still gives him a charge to see her run it over her pussy, the shimmer of slick making him tense against the urge to leap out of his seat. ]
Tell me what you're doing.
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Mmm... if you say so... [ She can follow his direction, at least for now. Guiding the toy's tip up and down her slit before she parts her folds even wider with her fingers, rubbing the tip of it against her clit with a groan. ]
I'm... Mm. I'm getting myself nice and wet for you. Getting the toy nice and wet before I put it inside me... [ She sighs, blinking her eyes open to meet his gaze. ] You want me to turn it on?