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[noburden]

She looks down at those big blue eyes and melts. He's in a good mood, and it makes her heart swell. Jill takes a few moments to admire him before she sits up and brushes his hair away from his face.

"I want to tie you up." Keep him for herself.

[rosarianoath]

He lets her run her fingers through her hair, idly spanning a palm up her thigh. Despite his raging hard-on, he feels calm, content. Soothed, maybe. He has her.

“I thought you were going to make me work for it.”

[noburden]

That hair doesn't exist to be tamed. Jill uses both hands to push through it, smoothing back stubborn black locks that return to where they wish as soon as her fingers move.

"I'm selfish. I want to kiss you and run my hands over your body now," she says, and there's a playful pout on her lips.

[rosarianoath]

“Then take your pleasure from having me at your will,” he says. “I want you to be selfish when you have me like this.”

[noburden]

"Will you undress for me, Clive?"

A very selfish request.

[rosarianoath]

He shifts back to rest on his heels, on the floor, chin still slick with her juices.

“Is that an order?”

[noburden]

Jill scoots to the edge of the bed. It's a nice view from this angle, and she bends down to kiss him, tongue shamelessly passing over his chin. She's helping.

"Take off your clothes." Now it's an order.

[rosarianoath]

He wants to reach up and cup her face and kiss her with gusto, but orders are orders, and he sets about unbuttoning the half of his shirt he’d bothered to do up this morning. She’s pretty, especially above him.

“Yes, my lady,” he murmurs, nose to nose with her, as he shrugs out of the shoulders.

[noburden]

The order might hold more sting if she didn't give in to the urge to brush her nose against his as she runs her hands over the curve of his shoulders.

"You grow more handsome with the years." Long gone are the soft curves of boyhood.

[rosarianoath]

He tosses the shirt aside, his broad shoulders rolling as he comes back to her for her next order.

“Enough to be seen in public with a beauty like you,” he says, mildly teasing — he’ll take the compliment, even if it doesn’t feel particularly true. He lifts his chin, almost coming close to a kiss, and then starts on his belt buckle.

[noburden]

"You're the one people look at, not me," Jill insists with a smile. She disappears next to him, be it because of his size or his face.

[rosarianoath]

“Nonsense,” he murmurs, pulling his belt from its keepers and dropping it aside. “And even if anyone bothered, I’d be looking at you.”

[noburden]

Her eyes trail the path of the belt. They'll need that, shortly, but she goes back to watching Clive.

"You've always been the most attractive man no matter where we are."

[rosarianoath]

“And you deserve the best,” he agrees, fingers moving to his fly next.

[noburden]

He says what he thinks she wants to hear. She watches him with a patient smile despite the bitter thought that if he truly believed it, they would be together. Not just like this, when lonely or longing for one another, but always.

"I have him," she agrees quietly.

[rosarianoath]

Clive smiles, too caught up in the moment to do anything else. His cock throbs behind his fly.

“And what would you have him do next?”

[noburden]

"Finish undressing and then present me your belt. In that order."

She can't help but return the smile. He's most handsome when he smiles.

[rosarianoath]

He nods and pulls away from her to get to his feet. Undressing is an affair undertaken with a sober efficiency far more suited to a military barrack than a strip club, but he trusts she knows what she wants out of it: the sight of him dropping his jeans to reveal the deep creases of his cum gutters, the root of his cock in a thatch of dark hair, the muscled tops of his thighs. He steps out of the jeans and tosses them aside with one foot. At full height, he looms over her, over six feet of muscle and scarred skin, his expression marking his eagerness to be following orders like these. His cock is at half-mast, bobbing.

He still has his socks on.

[noburden]

He's gorgeous. Jill openly admires him, eyes slowly moving down his body. A body born from a difficult life, but one she has the honor of pleasuring. Even now.

The socks can stay on. Jill stays seated, and looks back up at Clive's face with an amused smile.

"Very good. Now, your belt."

She holds out a hand expectantly.

[rosarianoath]

He slowly sinks to one knee, his eyes trained on her even as he bends and reaches for the discarded belt
on the floor. When he picks it up, he coils it between his hands, rendering it more presentable, befitting an offering.

“Yes, my lady.”

When he places it in her hand, it’s with a head bowed low.

[noburden]

"Good," Jill repeats, voice low. She takes the belt, setting it on her lap. "On your feet, Clive."

She moves to stand, too.

[rosarianoath]

Up he gets, smooth and slow, his eyes following the belt. He’s harder just listening to her speak like that.

[noburden]

She's noticed. It encourages her to keep going, even if she thinks she sounds silly.

"Give me your wrists."

He didn't specify how he wished to be tied up, so she's doing what she wants.

[rosarianoath]

He holds them out for her, heels of his hands together, and he looks at her with some curiosity —- will she actually do it?

[noburden]

She will. She does, lips pressed into a thin line as she wraps the belt around his wrists, securing them together. She gives a little tug to be sure she's done enough, but if he truly wished to slip out, he could probably manage. There's no need to cut off his circulation.

She doesn't particularly love this for a number of reasons, but he wants it. So she does, too. She looks up at him. Checking in.