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[rosarianoath]

He slows, not for exhaustion but simply for the sound she makes –– strangled and odd, and he looks at her with some alarm. If it weren't for the delight in her eyes, he'd spring off her, but as is, he just slows, breathing hard, hand still over her mouth. He can't help but smile, anxious as he is.

[noburden]

She knows him. He can't hide the alarm or make her forget she saw it. Pinned and gagged, essentially, there's little she can do but look at him and try and kiss his palm. She's having a great time.

[rosarianoath]

Clive shifts his weight onto one elbow, stilling in her flush to the hips, looking down at her. He lets his grip on her face ease, and when he's sure she isn't going to be screaming like a cat in heat, he lets it fall away entirely so he can kiss her instead.

[noburden]

"I love you," she says between one kiss and the next. A normal volume. "You feel wonderful."

[rosarianoath]

"I'm glad," he says, relieved, the hand that was on her mouth resting on her chest, over her heart. "I love you too."

[noburden]

"You always take such good care of me," she reminds him.

[rosarianoath]

He nods, short and curt.

"Do you think you'll be sore?"

[noburden]

She nods.

"But we're not done." Soreness can set in later. Jill leans up to kiss him hungrily, hand on the back of his neck.

[rosarianoath]

Somewhere, at the back of his head, he remembers that he hasn't come; he's still hard as a rock inside of her, and that kiss and tug to her is a kick in the ass. He groans against her lips, his hand shifting to squeeze one of her breasts.

[noburden]

"Shh," she sounds with a smile. He's not being loud, but she's feeling cheeky.

[rosarianoath]

“You’re one to talk,” he murmurs, amused, daring to draw his hips back from her.

[noburden]

She makes a soft noise of pleasure, a needy thing, wanting him to thrust into her again. Nothing too loud. Yet.

"It's your fault."

[rosarianoath]

He rocks back into her, slower.

“I control you, do I?”

[noburden]

Jill groans, just barely keeping it quiet.

"You're my master."

[rosarianoath]

That sends a cold shiver down his spine, and he’s not sure whether to pull back or lean in. For a heartbeat he just presses back into her, eyes lowered, and then, quiet and serious:

“Will you do anything I ask?”

[noburden]

"Yes," she replies without hesitation, brushing her fingers through his hair when she realizes he's not meeting her gaze. "... within reason. I can't imagine you ever asking for too much."

She's happy to call him her master because she knows how much he loves her.

[rosarianoath]

He leans into her touch, and finally drags his eyes back to hers. He can live with that answer. He doesn’t love it, but if it’s what she wants, he can play in that realm.

“Up on your knees, then.”

[noburden]

She begins to move, but not before holding his face for a kiss.

"On my knees," she repeats with a smile, doing as she's told.

[rosarianoath]

Clive allows her that quick kiss, and then helps her turn over, hands palming over her hips.

“Hands on the headboard,” he murmurs.

[noburden]

"Hands on the headboard..." She repeats, smiling back at him as she does just that. "Am I doing this right?"

[rosarianoath]

He sits back on his heels for a second to just look at her, gaze roving from the slope of her back to the cleft of her ass, and he reaches palm between her legs. His fingers spread around the wetness. He breathes in sharply. He feels almost dizzy, looking at her on display.

“Yes,” he says, seriously. “You have to keep your hands there until I say otherwise.”

[noburden]

She sighs at his touch. Still sensitive, but still wanting.

"Anything for you," she says, turning her head so her hair falls over a shoulder. "I'm yours."

[rosarianoath]

He works a finger inside her, just enough to wet his finger thoroughly, and then withdraws. His eyes don’t leave the back of her head for an instant.

“You are mine,” he agrees.

And then, with no preamble, he gives her a gentle swat on the bottom with the flat of his palm.

[noburden]

The swat earns him a little yelp. It didn't hurt, but it does surprise her, and she laughs.

"Fiesty tonight, are you?"

[rosarianoath]

She’s laughing. It should be fine. He still feels his ears burn.

“Only because I haven’t spent yet,” he says, rallying to keep his voice serious. He shifts behind her, close but not quite touching, one thick finger tracing up the cleft of her ass.