Firestarter [M] [Goblin]

[Juno]

The pressure at her hands was signal enough, but she was still apprehensive about "letting" him have control. She squirmed a bit to readjust for the added pressure at her back, the movement enough to press her shoulders back against the cold door. Everything else was distractingly warm, though, enough to counteract what discomfort there was.

Once she realized just what he was doing, though, she stopped her struggles. She hung her head, leaning forward as much as she could comfortably to watch him in silent fascination. Georgiana stared at him pleadingly, nuzzling his hair gently in hopes he would look and see and understand the desperation in her face. The last thing she wanted was to keep asking.

[GoblinFae]

"Something bothering you, Georgiana?" Rene asked airily, knowing exactly the effect he was having on her but still desiring to push her a bit further before he gave her what she seemed to wanted. Denying them both was painful for him too, yet he could not help it, knowing what was soon to come.

[Juno]

"You," she grumbled, not so much angry as frustrated that he was dragging it out. She bucked her hips against his and ground against him without shame with the hope that she could spark even a little desperation within him. "Have you not tortured me enough? Is that what this is?"

[GoblinFae]

Rene snorted as his lips came back up to rest at the shell of her ear. "If you think this is torture than you have a lot to learn Georgiana. Are you enjoying yourself though? Does it please you to writhe like a common whore in the arms of your exotic slave?"

Not waiting for an answer, he gave her what she sought, plunging roughly into her as he bucked repeatedly so that her back slid up and down the door behind her. "This is what you wanted isn't it? To be taken?" He released her hands so that he could grip her hips tighter and speed his rhythm up as well.

[Juno]

She couldn't help the shiver of anticipation even with his crude way of putting it. She wished she could have denied him an answer, but she trembled with the strain of holding hungry words back from her lips. Yes, she wanted him. No, it didn't matter that he was her slave. Was it normal? She had no idea. It was a point of etiquette that had been left out in her years, one she'd never had a need to confront before him.

Georgiana couldn't help the gasp of surprise that escaped her nor the strangled groan for the sharp buck of his hips. She refused to back down, even choosing to cling to him tighter for his bruising touch. There was certainly nothing gentle about it, no love-making. Perhaps that made it easier to justify. She didn't steal from an innocent, helpless man. She wasn't throwing her passionless betrothed a bone. There was no plan, no careful consideration, just the thrill of spontaneity and freedom.

"Yes," she whispered repeatedly between panting breaths, her head lowered to his shoulder in a weak effort to get some traction against him. Her fingers dug into his back, her grip tightening in rhythm with each buck of his hips, each jostle against the door. Her clawing grew merciless as he sped up, her hips rocking in time with his as she caught on. Her lips rained a trail of quick kisses along his shoulder and up his throat, growing bolder the more skin she covered. The kisses grew fewer on her way back down, and soon they were shallow love-bites leaving a delicious trail of flushed skin that she gazed upon with a hazy admiration. Thus far she'd tried to keep fairly quiet, but her care of who heard grew weaker and weaker until it was nonexistent and she was babbling her whispered praises and taunts at his ear and shaking with the effort to keep herself together. "I want more. I want everything. I'm at your mercy. Is that what you want? Is that what pleases you?"

[GoblinFae]

He growled softly at goading but fought not to answer, lest he find himself unable to finish what they had started for he fully believed she was as much to blame for their antics as he. "Everything?" Rene asked instead. He gasped as she bit a particularly sensitive area and he was forced to buck sharply. "Aren't you enjoying yourself, Georgiana? Is your gift not enough?"

[Juno]

"It is, it is. You are," she chanted hurriedly, clinging to him and worried such a question meant he might take it all away. No, if the choice was between what he offered and nothing at all she would take what she could get. Confident from his reactions to her, though, she brushed more kisses and bites across his shoulder, trying so hard to coax more from him.

[GoblinFae]

Rene paused in his ministrations to whisk her into his arms and take her across the room in a few short strides to the bed where he dropped her onto her back, once more pinning her into place by her wrists as he crawled over her and resumed his efforts of pleasurable dominance in earnest. Despite being on the bed though he was equally as if not more rough than when he had her trapped against the door. It was still all about getting what they wanted and relieving the tension that had been steadily growing between them for weeks.

[Juno]

Georgiana whined and pouted for having her hands pinned again, but she didn't struggle to free herself at all. No, she was quite liking this side of him and she was getting exactly what she wanted, what she needed from him. Being on the bed made her far more aware of the intimacy of it all. She found herself staring up at him with a particular longing as she lifted her hips and rocked against him in time with his own movements. She was taking what she wanted, but she didn't feel guilty because she was certain he was doing the same.

She wasn't shy about taking her pleasure and let the room be filled with the sounds of it. She didn't stifle anything and let every gasp, moan, and whimper be heard loud and clear as he drove her mad with it. Her legs trembled with her efforts as she writhed and bucked beneath him. Occasionally she twisted her wrists in his hold to remind herself of the pressure, of his strength, but she did not try to free herself from him. "Please," she begged him, quietly at first, her voice hesitant and distracted as she struggled to even speak. "Please, Rene. I need. Need it."

[GoblinFae]

His own grunts and groans mingled with hers albeit somewhat quieter than her own as Rene continued to bring them towards the edge. He set a brutal pace while continuing to restrain her. Rene used his other hand to grope her chest even as his mouth worked at leaving his own red marks upon her pale flesh wherever he could reach. It was with a guttural shout that he found his end, once more bucking forcefully into the woman who had dared name herself his mistress. His eyes fluttered closed as long strands of pale hair fell into his eyes and clung to the sweat-soaked skin of his face and chest.

[Juno]

She trembled with her efforts to find her own release while being restrained so. Golden eyes stared at him pleadingly even as he closed his own, but she was already on fire and it didn't take long as she squirmed beneath him. A shuddering sigh was her final sound before a gentle panting took over as she tried to calm her drumming heart. Georgiana let her head fall back to the bed, turning it to the side for the effort of keeping it upright was too much.

There wasn't really a need to talk about it, she knew what they'd done she was no innocent. Still, she found herself waiting in silence for him to lash out at her, perhaps with regret or anger over it.

[GoblinFae]

Rene's chest heaved with the effort to fill his lungs with much needed air after their antics, yet he too refrained from speaking. His body remained slightly tensed in anticipation of the blows he was sure would come as a result of her realization of what they had done or more specifically whom she had done it with. He refused to look at her, keeping his head lowered and his eyes closed even as he rolled off her to sit on the edge of the bed with his back to her.

[Juno]

She watched and waited, studying him in the darkness for a few tense moments before finally sitting herself up. The faint sound of rustling fabric was the only noise she made as she readjusted her clothing to be worn properly again. A cautious, shaking hand ran through her hair to check that it wasn't too unkempt and, satisfied, she turned over to lie back down with a bit of space between them that was really just for him.

A light thrumming coursed through her and light aches already sparked where he'd left marks along her body. Georgiana breathed a satisfied sigh and scooted herself to the other edge of the bed, making a few silent gestures at the empty space left on the bed as she settled herself under the covers. "Sleep?" she asked of him, not really having the energy to demand it.

[GoblinFae]

The seconds ticked by slowly as Rene all but held his breath in anticipation of a punishment that was not forthcoming. When she called for him to sleep, he viewed it as a command and quietly moved without comment to lay beside her on his back, his eyes focused on the ceiling but unseeing as he was lost deep in thought. Briefly, he wondered if the punishment would be delayed until morning when she was sober enough to realize what had happened.

[Juno]

Sleep found her quickly, her own suggestion to him something she hadn't been sober enough to ensure. When morning came she was all but certain the night of unusual fun had been a dream. If it hadn't been for the slight smarting of bruises, she might not have thought twice and wracked her muddled brain for details. With her eyes downcast in thought instead of shame she rose quickly and quietly went about cleaning up to face the morning.

[GoblinFae]

Where Georgiana slept easily, Rene slept anything but. For hours upon hours he laid upon the bed in anticipation and worry until at last as the first rays of dawn clawed their way up over the earth, he fell asleep out of pure exhaustion. He was so deeply asleep that not even the waking and movement of his bed partner disturbed him, for had she he would have once more been filled with the dread that plagued him all through the night.

[Juno]

She was silent as she moved through her motions, her mind far removed from her rituals as she watched him sleep out of the corner of her eye. That they'd been sharing a bed was highly unusual, but as she stumbled upon more and more evidence of their night the facts and memories became clearer as she emerged from her sleepy haze. Of all of it she only hoped no one would remember she'd stormed off in jealousy over her own slave.

Her bruises became more obvious the more she moved, the more "awake" she felt. Georgiana moved stiffly, wary of causing herself unnecessary pain as she busied herself with covering the blemishes upon her skin and brushing the kinks from her hair.

[GoblinFae]

Rene was dragged from the arms of sleep slowly. His eyes lazily blinked away the fog that clouded them until his mind caught up with his previous worries. He silently snapped to attention, noting Georgiana across the room even as he slid from the bed. He found himself unsure of what to do or say and the confident dominance he found in their situation the night before had faded as if it was all a dream. Yet, the evidence of their tryst still remained throughout the room and he felt as if the executioner's axe was poised over his head, awaiting the signal from his mistress to fall and damn him for good as he gazed upon through lowered lashes.

[Juno]

His initial movement was lost upon her, not quite breaking through the intensity of her distractions. Once she was done and her mane of hair was pushed back over her shoulders Georgiana gingerly tilted her head this way and that. Staring at herself in the mirror, the noblewoman was a little fearful she'd missed a spot with her hasty cover-ups.

It was there she spotted him again, this time moved from the bed. Turning to look back at him she furrowed her brow at the anxiety she read as disgust. "That bad, huh? You can be honest with me."

[GoblinFae]

He raised his head slowly and apprehensively to gaze upon her fully and clearly. A portion of male pride warmed his heart to see the marks of his passion upon her person. It helped stave the icy, cold of his fear. Rene shrugged one shoulder, not knowing what else to say. While the marks did not look horrific, they looked bad enough to draw attention if seen and that he was sure would result in him getting in a great deal of unwanted trouble. "Does Mistress require something more of this slave?" he finally asked, falling back into the old facade as if nothing had happened the night before.