Thinking of You (Continued) - Creator's Workshop

A shiver rushed through her from head to toes, causing her fingers to flex and her legs to tighten around him as her body tried to move itself into that touch despite being pinned beneath him. Her voice escaping her in a tender cry of passion that turned to soft whimpering at the end if it.
"Y-yes..."

He brushed his thumb over her chin, though he didn't move. He had just slid inside of her and stayed there, letting her squirm and writhe, but not letting her up or letting her move too much. "Happy to help," he growled. Obviously still teasing her, since he wasn't going to move.

He so wasn't playing fair, not one bit as she continued to softly writhe and whimper under him. Her fingers flexing again but unable, and in all honesty unwilling, to get free even though he was teasing her mercilessly.

He tilted his head, looking for all the world like he was maybe playing cards or reading a book. "Something the matter, Teddy?"

No way, no way he could be this focused when she found she was barely holding on. The frustration, pleasurable as it was, enough to make her quietly sob while she squirmed softly in his grasp though unable to really move. Unable to take what she wanted.
Completely at his mercy.

"M-more..." the blond pleaded.

He seemed just fine holding on. Just fine keeping it together. He quirked a brow at her, leaning over to nip lightly at her lip. Almost like a reproach, something to give her a focus. "Use your big-girl words, Teddy. More what?"

"You..." she sobbed in a low cry, pulling against his hold again as her body flexed almost as if trying to take what she wanted. Needing to feel him, to touch him if he wouldn't touch her.
"I-I need..."
God it was difficult to think, let alone speak. The frustration of the situation almost unbearable.

"Fuck me...."
It was a low whisper from her lips, pleading softly as she blushed harder, though unable to move with one hand still pinning her wrists and one resting at her throat and chin. Her fangs visible behind her lips, even if the blond seemed unaware of it. Though as he was probably well aware of by now, she couldn't really help the decent of her fangs when she became as aroused as she now was.
"Please let me feel you... please say you want me..." Teddy pleaded again.

Slowly, he started to move. Just a harder press of his hips against hers, then a long, slow movement as he pulled away from her. Not fully out of her -- that would have been a level of cruel he couldn't muster -- and just as slowly pressed back inside of her. "Like this?" he whispered, watching her eyes. The hand at her chin, though, came up to brush his fingertips over one blushing cheek. "You're so beautiful when you blush, Teddy. I want to hear you beg... I love it when you beg for more of me..." Leaning close, he brushed a kiss over her lips, then there was another slow, long thrust from his hips. "You want this? Or do you want more? Faster? You want me to fuck you or do you want me to make love to you? They are very different, I assure you."

She wanted to keep eye contact, but when he moved, she couldn't help but close her eyes tight as her lips parted in a soft cry. Her body trembling with each slow, deliberate move of his body as he pressed his hips against hers and caused her to moan and blush all over gain.
Her arms pulled against his hold again even if in the back of her mind she didn't want him to let go, her back arching to press her body up against him, needing him quite badly in fact as she continued to tremble and gasp with barely contained desire.
"P-please, oh please just like, oh God..." the blond whimpered, biting down hard on her lip and seemingly trying to compose herself for a brief moment before failing and letting out another tender cry of passion as she leaned her head back again.

It was agonizingly slow, the way he moved. When she started to struggle, the grip against her wrists tightened. He held her down, held her in place. He was still moving at that maddening pace... almost pulling fully away from her before sliding powerfully back inside of her. Just as slowly. He pressed hard enough for there to be just a little hint of pain -- Medywn was well-endowed, sorry -- but not enough to do anything other than heighten the pleasure. Almost like a contrast, he nipped her jawline sharply, enough to get her attention. "You didn't answer me," he said, murmuring quietly. "If you don't answer me, I'll stop again."

It truly was maddening... It was frustrating, so very frustrating to want everything, to keep wanting more bu tunable to have all of it.
"I...." Teddy drew her breath in a sharp gasp as he pressed hard inside of her. The slender legs still wrapped around him tightening slightly as they briefly tensed, holding him so he would know that she wanted it. Wanted all he would give her.
Just trying to voice it...
"I-I don't know... I-I want you.. I want this... I" she was nearly sobbing again, though of her pleasure there could be no doubt. Because it was a tangible feeling that he could no doubt feel from the heat of her skin, to the sound of her voice and to the way her body reacted to his every touch. "I want all of it.." the blond pleaded.

"M-Make me scream...." just please Heavens, don't stop.

It was about rewards. It was about doing as she asked because she had done well. She answered him and so he started to move. He pressed his hips against hers again, then started to move in that same slow, maddening rhythm. But he hadn't stopped. He nudged her chin up so that he could nip and nibble at her throat while he moved so slowlyin and out of her. "Good girl," he whispered. "Tell me what you want. Always tell me what you want."

So good... he made her feel so good even if a part of her already wanted to scream, wanted to give in and just... just let all the sensations carry her away. Though they wouldn't, they were close but not enough and she knew that, knew the frustration was part of it as she whimpered and writhed beneath him.
Her body yielding to his every touch with soft whimpers of her passion and pleasure as she tilted her head back, felt the warm touch of his lips on her skin and shivered in response to it.

She wanted to cry... she actually wanted to cry, because it took so much of her already frail self control to keep the tears back. But she was afraid that if he did, he'd stop... even if it was because he felt so good, because what he was doing to her was driving her insane in the most pleasurable way possible. And she couldn't take that... she couldn't take him stopping. Not now.

"S-so good... y-you..." failing focus was failing.

Still able to keep it together (barely), he brushed his fingertips over her lips. "What? You're not making sense, love..."

Oh God she hoped he wouldn't stop, hoped he'd see that the first few tears that eased down her cheeks weren't because he was hurting her, because he wasn't. But he was pushing her, and the blond couldn't help her reaction as she had truly, never, been so turned on, and so hopelessly unable to do anything about it at the same time.
Opening her eyes, forcing herself to look up at him, she locked her eyes with his so he could see the kind of desire he incited in her. The kind of passion only he was able to ignite in her. The blond whispering with a trembling breath, her fangs still visible behind her lips as they brushed against his fingers.
"Please more... please make me come... please take me..."

Her reaction was sweet. So very sweet. There were even tears, and those were things that were a little difficult to control as a Kindred. But she was writhing, struggling with him as he held her down, as she tried to take more. And it really was all about rewards. She had answered him, (mostly) coherently, and as a result, she started to move again. Started to take her with long, powerful thrusts. Pulling away from her and sliding back inside of her with slow, but very powerful motions. "Since you ask so nicely."

Her eyes briefly widened before falling shut as she leaned her head back with a deep long moan. Slender hands flexing in his grip but with no real strength behind them to free herself.

She wanted to touch him, caress him, but couldn't. And to be fair, it was a struggle, because just as much as wanting to touch him she wanted him to keep holding her down.

It felt so good, much too good really as the blond simply gave in. Moaning and softly writhing under him, already at the edge it would seem from his prolonged teasing. The way her body was already shivering and gripping at him, wanting to give in, told him as much. As soft sobs, punctuated by those sweet sounds of pleasure she would make in response to his touch, flowed from her lips.

He wanted to hear her beg, and she would've... had she been able to form words between the gasps for air and the sounds of her pleasure. But she couldn't voice her need, not now, not like this, though her body did plea for her. Of that there could be no doubt. Pleading for more. Pleading to be pushed over the edge.

She was a vision. A vision of beautiful torment, even he had to admit. He was no Toreador, no ghoul to a Toreador, and as such, wasn't so easily taken by beauty. But in that moment, the way she writhed and moaned and begged without words, he may as well have been. He enjoyed teasing her; it made these moments, the ones like this, so much sweeter. So much more beautiful. He couldn't help himself; he growled, pressing just a bit harder into her. Not enough to be painful, really, but just enough so that she could feel that she wasn't the only one. That he was being affected by her as well.

It caused her to let out a tender cry, her eyes closed tight as she arched her back and her neck feeling how her entire body started to tense, although it was a slow build. Slow and overwhelmingly intense in that he didn't let her go over the edge right away but forced her to linger there, to feel every moment of it as every fiber in her body cried out for more. Cried out for release.

She sobbed between the sounds of her pleasure, unable and unwilling to hold back at all when he'd already made her give up any and all kind of control which she might've had to begin with. Because this? This was her at his mercy, completely and utterly. And from the sounds and the way she moved, there could be no doubt that she was loving every moment of it.

So close... He could probably feel it... He just needed to allow her that last little push that would make her give in..

And for the moment, he was refusing. His hips slowed their movements. Still taking her, still sliding inside of her, but not with the same power. It was almost as though he were taking the time to revel in the feel of her, the sight of her. And had the added bonus of making her want even more. Little kisses started at her throat, tender little brushes of his lips that teased more than brought her pleasure, and never to her lips. Not yet. He would save that. Just for a bit longer, he would save that.

No... no that was unfair. That was so unfair.
"Oh God...." that he slowed did in no way mean she trembled any less, the blond letting out another softly sobbed cry as her fingers flexed in his hold and her body continued to writhe under him.
"Please let me come... oh God, Medwyn, please let me come..." she pleaded though unable to do anything about the growing frustration as she whimpered in response to his touch. Each new kiss of his lips sending a shiver through her as her legs around him tightened and tensed.

She wanted to badly to feel him, to be allowed to feel the pleasure he could bring her, though between the tears and the sounds of her pleasure and desire, she was lost for words as the blond tried to arch her back off the bed just so she could feel more of him. Just so she could press her flushed skin to his even more and feel his heat, feel his heartbeat as her chest pressed against his.

She couldn't take anymore. Yet... she didn't have much choice but to actually endure it, the sweet torture he was giving her and which was clouding her mind and her senses.

Oh God, she'd never felt like this.

His answer came in a whisper. An evil, horrible whisper. Just one word, his breath caressing her ear as he spoke so softly that it was hard for her to hear him... even at this range.

"No."

One word, that meant so very much. He held her trapped, and she could do nothing. Nothing at all to stop him. She wanted his passion, she told him again and again. She wanted whatever he could do to her. And now she was learning just what that meant. That meant that he would deny her, again and again, until she could do nothing more than shiver and moan and writhe and plead with him... all without letting her move to do any of the above. She could moan and plead, though... that he would allow.

He trapped her earlobe with his teeth, scraping lightly against her as he thrust hard into her, just once. And then a powerful rhythm started, where he actually was taking her. Could she do as he had told her to do? Could she endure it while he took her as he wished, as she kept telling him that she wanted? He would soon find out. His free hand came up to gently roll her nipple between his fingers, his face a mask of concentration as he pulled back just enough to see her, to watch her. To see what her reaction might be, to see the look on her face as his sweet, horrible torment of her continued.

The trembling was constant now, her body tense with all the overwhelming sensations that were just short of pushing her over the edge. She was sobbing, still softly crying as her whimpers and moans still made themselves known between the sound of her frustration. Her voice turning to a tender cry when he thrust hard into her, her body once again trying to arch itself off the bed when he started to actually take her. To try and press against him as her arms flexed without the power to break free of his hold. Without desire to really be free actually if she was honest with herself.
And right there, right then? There was nothing but the naked truth to who she was, what she wanted. She couldn't hide from him, didn't want to hide from him because what he was doing was so very very pleasurable even if he was turning her into a wreck.
"More... oh God please more" Teddy sobbed, her eyes closed tight as the tears kept streaming down her face, unable to focus enough to look up at him. Unable to focus on anything really as he kept trying to throw her into sensation overload. And well, managing quite efficiently really.

Now she begged for more, and he smiled to hear it. Smiled, even if she couldn't really look at him to see such. His hips continued to move, and without warning, his head bent to her shoulder. She could hear his growl of pleasure, could feel the slightest of trembles in his hands that held her fast and in the body that slid over hers, sliding inside of her. She wanted more; he would give her more.

The free hand, still rolling her nipple in his fingers, slipped down over her stomach. Just there, before his fingers began to add to the pleasure that he was keeping her trapped in. As he thrust inside of her, his fingers began to lightly stroke her, in that most sensitive of areas, that little bundle of nerves that had a tendency to swell and be even more sensitive sometimes. Little brushes of his fingers to assist him in keeping her tormented, in making her continue to beg.

"Don't you dare come yet, Teddy. I want you looking up at me before you do."

She might've protested, might've told him that she couldn't, if it hadn't been for the sudden brush of his fingers across that little bundle of nerves that was normally enough to make her tremble and whimper when he touched her. And now? With her body already on edge, already pushed to her limit and overwhelmed by it all, and so very very sensitive, that light brush of his fingers was enough to cause her eyes to flash open.

The cry though got caught in her throat, the gasp almost soundless as she writhed, or at least tried to writhe, underneath him as he asked the impossible of her.
She couldn't, she couldn't hold on when he did that to her and the look on her face told him as much as those big bright blue eyes of her stared into his. Her soft pale lips lingering in that soundless gasp as they trembled almost as much as she did.

The blond pulled against his hold, but it wasn't a conscious thing, she'd long since lost any and all control of the situation and of her body. It was simple instinct, the need to move, the need to do something, anything. But still unable to do well... anything, all she could do was plead with her eyes as she forced her last frail bit of willpower into the moment,to beg in silence: he had to let her come... she no longer had much of a choice because she would regardless of him telling her yes or no. But she wanted... no, needed to hear the words from him.