The Kidnapping of a Harpy - Beach House - Griselda/Estaban

She smiled at that. But she hadn't even paused in her movements, though she watched his face as she continued to take him. There wasn't any hesitation in the motions of her hips, though she never took her eyes from his face.

"Not exactly. The truth is, love, that this is my gift to you. Anything you say, anything you want. Here and now is the time and place for it. This is a weekend where any fantasies you have can and will be fulfilled. I don't care how odd or strange it is. This is for you and for me, period."

He was gasping but also smiling. His body never stopped reacting to her and she could tell he was getting excited.

"One of... the nicest...gifts ever. No one.. has ever...given me... a kidnapping.. before."

She hadn't changed her pace. But she was careful with him, easy and gentle. Her hands at his hips pulled him to her. She knew it would tug at his wrists, but he wasn't complaining, and she knew from experience that it would only heighten the sensations of other things.

"What do you want now?"

It was a soft question, biting lightly into her lip as she continued to take him so carefully.

He actually went to her, his hips now seeking her out wanting the attention and needing more. He started to shiver a little as she hit the all the right notes with her movements.

"A little... faster please.. and grip me... with your hand... help me finish...please."

It came out of gritted teeth as he moaned and writhed, pulling against the chains, trying to arch up so she could take him more.

He was well and truly trapped in the chains that held him. It seemed to be no matter for the woman, though. It was definitely new and intense, taking him in this way... holding him still so she could take as much as she wanted from him. She groaned softly, but she obliged him. Her hips sped up, taking him both faster as well as a little more strong. She was still taking care not to hurt him, but the gentle motions from before should have taken care of that, for the most part. Her hips didn't slow, didn't even pause as they took him while her hand came up, gripping gently at him. The stroke of her hand matched the stroke of her hips as she watched him.

This time, she didn't say anything. She just watched his face.

Being trapped only intensified the experience, dialed up his need to do something, to feel her more. She moaned softly and it pulled up a much louder groan out of him.

She sped up and his eyes closed hard as his face became a mask of expectant pleasure. His moans became louder and more frequent, as her hand latched onto him and stroked. He shivered hard and tried to pull against the chains again, automatically wanting to arch into her. More frustration that led to a groan that ended in a partial growl.

"Oh fuck"

He was panting hard now, constantly straining and reacting to her.

"Mi Mihaela. Si.. Si.. "

Another shiver and then a third ran through him.

"Por... favor.... Querida... rapido."

Heavy lidded eyes opened, the look of need, passion and a little use lit those eyes that latched onto her, giving her everything within him.

Not one thing changed. Not the speed with which she took him. Not the speed with which she stroked him. It wasn't as though she were waiting expectantly for anything. It wasn't even as though she wanted something more from him. There was a point to be proven, and she was proving it.

He could struggle against the chains that held him. But they had been made to hold Kindred. He could beg and plead with her, but this was, after all, her show. She continued to take him, continued to stroke him with the small, cool hand of hers. But she seemed to be ignoring his request - at least for the moment.

He watched her as she continued, never changing, not speaking, no difference in her.The cold of her thrilled him and he enjoyed everything she did, but at the same it drove him a little crazy with need.

So frustrating to be so close and to want more, just a little more. He knew she had the ability to give it to him. But she was not. And in that, a lesson.

He was completely at her mercy. Here, now, nothing happened without her say so. This was hers. Much like he was. Hers.

He wondered and a strange smile would have drifted to his lips. Is this how she felt when he teased her mercilessly? All this need rising within her an nothing to be done about it but wait till the other gave them what they wanted? He could feel the frustration rising at he same time as the need.

He moaned deeply again, letting her hear all of his need and pleasure.

The way she took him finally changed. But it wasn't the increased speed that he had asked her for. The way she moved changed, keeping her pace, but pressing harder into him. She still took her time with hips and the stroke of her hand, but there was little doubt that she wanted him to feel her, wanted him to see her and feel just how completely at her mercy he was. She still watched his face with that same look of fascination, watched as the changes played over his face and lips.

For a moment, she gave him what he wished. A few short, rapid thrusts against him, gentle once more, as he had asked. But then it was back to taking him slowly, pressing hard against him. All the while she watched, a smile on her pretty pink lips.

She wished to see changes and so she did. He was at many mercies. Hers as she choose how to please him and not. At the non-existent mercy of the chains as they held him in place as his hips tried to arc for more but could get no real movement. And at the mercy of his own wants and needs as his body struggled to deal with the frustration.

She could feel him shudder again, and shudder hard, rocked by it as his body reacted to her slow tease and then her strong and slightly painful thrusts. No speed to give release but stronger gave greater depth and some pain, which he reacted to...well. The stroke of her hand continued to please him, giving the pleasure to go with the pain.

His face was open, showing every struggle, every wish, even the pain and pleasure. Each change was written upon his face. Because the one thing she had said she wanted, was all of him. And so she would receive her wish. He kept nothing from her.

The fast thrusts gave her a series of small shivers and a deep groan as he came close and then it was over and there was another shudder, but this was of need and not pleasure, a small plaintive moan coming from his lips.

She had slowed once again, to take him slowly. But still with a strength that he rarely saw from her. Slightly painful, but not enough to actually hurt him. Just enough so that he could feel her pressing into him, could feel how deep the toy actually went, felt just how large it happened to be.

"Did you like that?" she asked, curiously. She seemed almost amused. Her smile was rapidly turning to one of delight rather than just contentment. The hand that stroked him continued to do so now, though it had gone back to its own slower pace. Her free hand, though, was dancing its fingertips along his thighs. Her head was tilted as she watched him. She had heard the difference in the moan, understood that it was a different tone entirely. "Is that what you wanted?"

The one thing you could not rightly call that thing was a toy. A tool, a weapon, a symbol, a lesson, a device of torture and pleasure. But not a toy.

He twitched and moved under her as she pressed so hard into him. He had been so close to letting go. So close to the pleasure his body so wanted. Only to be brought back from the edge.

"Yes...I liked... it very much.... Please..I am... so close.. Fast and... short again..Just till I finish..Please."

"His body seemed to avoid her thrusts, trying to ease the depth and at the same time sought out her hand. A combination that just did not work. He Moaned, a little from the pleasure, a little from the pain, and a little from the frustration.

His thighs opened a little at the touch of her finger tips, enjoying the touch. God his body craved her so much.

The unfortunate part - or fortunate, depending upon your viewpoint - of the situation is that he couldn't actually avoid her at all. She wasn't letting him. Her hand continued that slow, maddening pace as she stroked him, while below, her hips continued with those slow, strong thrusts within him.

Her head tilted. Her smile was almost innocent. Almost, if you didn't count the fact that she seemed to know exactly what she was doing. "And what will you give me if I do?" It was an amused sort of question. The look on her face said that there was only so much that she would give him, if his answer wasn't good enough. She bit her lip, watching him closely. Making sure and taking care that she didn't hurt him too much. "What will you promise me, if I give you what you want?"

He wriggled underneath he, trying to arch, trying any number of things. The truth is, there was no where to go. He could get no closer and no nearer. Completely a her mercy. The question was, did she have any?

A slight moan of frustration.

"Promise?.... What can I..... promise.... you that... you cannot... take from me.. right now?... I have... no secrets... to give you.... And nothing... you could not... just ask me.... for that I.... would not.... give you."

She actually... pouted. The hand stroking him left him, favoring a grip on his hip instead. It was a small thing, but still effective, she knew. Her hips didn't speed up or slow down, still taking him long and hard as she watched him.

"Nooooot... good enough," she said with another of those amused looks. Well, now this just wasn't going to be as much fun if he didn't play along! She tilted her head to watch him. "I'm sure if you think about it hard enough, you can think of something to promise, to offer to me, if I let you have what you wish."

The sudden absence of her hand was immediately noticed and a sound like a whimper came from him, more like a whimpering moan. And there was no way for him to get it back. That pout told him everything. He was being played and he had just to play the game back.

"So...sorry. Okay.. how about...I buy you...some roses?"

That earned him both a smile, and her hand back. Those fingers he knew so well began to stroke him again, though the movement of her hips hadn't changed. Obviously, he'd gotten himself a penalty that needed to be worked away. Her fingertips began to dance over his thighs again, and she tilted her head.

It made her happy to see that he had finally gotten the point. It was so much better this way. "And what do I get if I speed up again, give you your release?" A less creepy version of 'make me an offer I can't refuse'.

He moaned as her hand came back, melting into her, letting her work her magic. It was not the speed he wanted, not quite enough, but better. So much better. He knew now he was going to have to play the game.

"If you...give me release...I will.. learn to make Haggis and make it for you personally...."

And if that wasnt a sacrifice, what was?

It was the second promise that she had gotten out of him. And the look of her, the way she seemed to be carrying herself, suggested that she would very much hold him to it. To both of them, actually. But he got what he asked for.

He had played the game, played along. And played it well. She gave as good as she received, and the promises given were both good enough to make her smile. Because she smiled, the way she was moving changed. The motion of her hips changed. Shorter thrusts, faster once again as the stroking of her hand also began to speed up. Once again, the soft groan came from her as the movement changed, biting gently into her lip, still watching him. Very, very closely.

OH, he knew that everything that was happening here, in this place was as valid as anything else. Despite what was happening, this wasn't role playing to be forgotten when the doors opened to the world again. This was a release of those tings held inside. For both of them.

He moaned as she sped up, His hands pulling hard against the chains as his body tried to move to her ministrations. She felt so good and the sensations heightened the frustration, promising a quick fulfillment, promising the pleasure he wanted. He had been on the edge a long time.

His eyes went have lidded and his body struggled to squirm under her, seeking her, moving with her. His teeth clenched as he arched up to seek her, his hips trying to pull her deeper. His face was a tapestry of struggle and need and want and pleasure.

And then he shivered, hard, a precursor to what he was about to go through, to the pleasure coming to him. The another shiver and a shudder as his body started to give in.

It was difficult to keep up with him. The way he squirmed and moved, the way his movements changed. He couldn't go anywhere, that much was true. But he was moving to her ministrations, to her change of pace. Which meant that she had to concentrate more on keeping up with him than she did on anything else.

As much as she would have loved to continue watching him, tormenting him, he was making it impossible. But that mattered little to her, caring now about giving him what it was that he was seeking. Though it was difficult, she was keeping up with him, giving him the quickened pace and the pleasure he had asked her for. She was just a little less fascinated by the look on his face while she did it, this time.

This time? He continued to move, his limbs starting to shake, his groans becoming louder and louder. No soft little sighs or moans. As she brought him to the brink and pushed him off, he filled the large room with the sounds of his passion. He starting to move less, still straining against the chains that bound him.

More trembling, more shaking. And finally he arched up as much as he could and held still for a moment and his entire body tensed. she could feel his body tense and then he was taken by the waves and his body convulsed. So much more intense than normal. So much more.

His body gripped her toy even as what she held went through little convulsions and his entire body stilled except for the shaking.

"Oh fuck."

It came out through gritted teeth.

She was most decidedly in a mood. She felt the convulsions take him, felt him tense up in her arms as she gave him what he had asked for. And she didn't stop. Didn't even pause, actually, as she continued her quickened pace. The more he moved, the more she had to concentrate to keep up. But she didn't seem to mind.

She was more than happy to give him what he wished for. But as the saying goes, be careful what you wish for, since you might get it. She wasn't slowing down. She wasn't easing up on him at all. He had asked for more, and so more he got.

His pleasure was good and loud as his orgasm exploded. She kept on and it heightened an already impossibly heightened situation.

And she never stopped.

His body ripped through the pleasure, wave after wave and not stopping. Couldn't stop. So much filling him and continually going, till the pleasure became pain.

And she didn't stop.

"Please......sto...ahhhhh..stopp....please...."

In case you hadn't guessed, she was not only in a mood, she still wasn't letting up. Not once did she slow, not once did her strokes become slower, not once did the movement of her hand against him ease. She knew the intensity of the situation, knew how quickly the pleasure could turn to pain. Knew exactly what it had to feel like for him. And she was doing it very much on purpose.

"And what will you give me if I stop?" The game, as it was, was very, very far from over.