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[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.

[rosarianoath]

He meets her gaze with tempered excitement. Last time they’d flirted with this, she’d balked at this part, and he’d feared scaring her off. She doesn’t look particularly enthused now, to his eyes, but she’s game. That’s a start. His heart hammers.

“What next?” he murmurs.

[noburden]

"Isn't that for me to know and you to find out?" That he wants this so badly spurs her on. Jill smiles a little easier as she steps behind him, and slips her arms around his middle. A sweet little hug, a squeeze of affection, becomes far less innocent as she lets her hands blindly roam his abdomen, cheek pressed to his back.

Her fingers trace down his cum gutters until one hand finds his cock, and she hums as she takes him in hand.

"I have you at my mercy."

[rosarianoath]

His back swells under her cheek as he breathes in, head falling forward as he looks down at the belt wound around his wrists. He has to extend his hands further ahead of him to see beyond them, to see the dainty crux of her thumb and her fingers coiled around his shaft.

“You can do whatever you wish to me,” he murmurs.

[noburden]

"I'd like to focus on your pleasure," she tells him. Her lips press to his spine and she strokes him, fingers lingering at his tip.

"I want you to only think of me."

[rosarianoath]

Don't think of a chocobo, and what comes to mind first? He blinks it off –– her hand is here, her grip strong, and her breath is warm on his back. He relaxes against her embrace, elbows tucking in as he tries and fails to reach for her. He's still bound.

"You're the only one," he says.

[noburden]

Very obedient. Jill feels his urge to reach for her, and that makes this sweeter. He wants to touch her so quickly.

Jill lets go of his cock to pull away, and as she steps back, she can't resist the urge to give his ass a smack. It hardly stings, just enough to make a noise, and she breaks character immediately with a laugh because it's that unlike her. Grabs? Sure. Smacks? A little more crude.

"Sorry," she says, amused. "On the bed with you."

[rosarianoath]

Clive can't help but turn to look at her, curiosity switching to surprise in a snap when she swats him. His smile is baffled.

"Dare I ask where you picked up that," he says, as though she's been going to the sex clubs lining various district streets, but off he goes to the bed. "How do you want me?"

[noburden]

She'll never tell. Jill laughs again, embarrassed.

"On your back. Middle of the bed," she tells him. "Was the slap too much?"

[rosarianoath]

"I liked it," he says, eyes ahead of him, and he gets a knee onto the bed to scoot himself into position.

[noburden]

"Oh."

She swats at his ass again, with one more laugh.

"Quickly, now."

Before she just ends up chasing him around the house trying to smack his bottom.

[rosarianoath]

She doesn't hit hard enough to do more than amuse him, and without the element of surprise, it's even more amusing. He rolls over, using his shoulders to drag himself roughly into the centre of the bed.

"Bossy," he remarks. He likes that, too.

[noburden]

She knows he does. Jill smiles at him before climbing onto the bed beside him, hand smoothing over his stomach.

"You like it when I tell you what to do. To jump, and how high."

[rosarianoath]

It feels foolish to clasp his bound wrists to his chest, so he raises them over his head. More access for her, he reasons.

“And how hard, and how fast, and for how long…”

[noburden]

She likes this pose. Every muscle of his body is laid out before her, and she leans down to press a kiss to his lips. Just softly.

Then she makes a spot for herself between his legs. He can likely guess where this is going.

"You always try your best."

[rosarianoath]

Every breath he draws has his chest expanding, his abdomen taut under the rise of his ribs. He gazes down at her comfortably, shifting his thighs to make space for her. Oh, he guesses.

“Sometimes it’s even enough,” he remarks.