Something Off His Chest (Teddy) - Sunflower Beach

Aha! Her underwear would do nicely. With a grin that was more wicked than sensual, he tugged and pulled at her underwear until they came free of her body. With his hips grinding into hers, he gave her one quick, gentle, loving kiss. Right before he gave her a slight smirk. "Open your mouth, love."

Her cheeks blushed a warm red colour with the heat of her blood. She tried to arch off the couch again, her lips still trying to chase his with a whimper even after he'd kissed her before opening her eyes to gaze up at him. The want and the desire clear in that bright blue gaze of hers that shone with love and which told him how much she trusted him, with everything.

The blond's lips softly parted for him while her gaze stayed locked with his. Arms tied and pinned by her own top and his hands there wasn't really much she could do to get lose, though, she didn't want to get lose now did she?

It was probably a good thing that she didn't want to get loose. He was more than happy to use her clothing as makeshift bondage materials, using her shirt to keep her wrists tied together. He didn't care if they stayed over her head or not, just not having her hands free was the point of that little exercise. And the minute her lips parted? He used her underwear to gag her, just to muffle a few of the sounds. That was when he slapped one of her breasts, hard enough that if she had been mortal, it would have left a nice, red hand-print. All while he grinned at her.

She expected the gag, but not the slap. Which was why she bit down on the panties, muffling a tender cry while her body instinctively squirmed and writhed. Her arms pulling at their restraints again even as those bright blue eyes of hers opened to lock with his.
Surely, had she been mortal, they would've been watering as her sounds turned to low whimpers.
But, she didn't protest, didn't look scared or uncertain. The eyes that locked with his held nothing but love and trust. The girl even leaning her head back, exposing that slender pale neck in a sign of submission.
She was his. All of her, his. And she'd told him time and time again, she loved being his.

He hadn't been kidding about being a sadist. He smiled at her, which was a tender look, full of love and affection. But he continued to abuse the pale flesh, the tender flesh of her breasts. Slap after slap, making nice, loud sounds. But his other hand seemed much more gentle, his fingertips running over her thighs, parting them, so that he could cup her sex with a warm, gentle hand.

Having let go of her arms meant she could move them. But while a part of her wanted to hide behind them, what she did was simply reached back and closer her fingers in the fabric of the couch she was laying on. Her whimpered cries muffled by the underwear she was biting down on. Cheeks flushing with heat as her blood warmed in place of her illusions that usually had her looking mortal and alive.

It stung... those slaps of his hand across pale sensitive flesh that was not use to that kind of abuse. And it was enough to finally make her eyes water, causing a hint of pink to make itself visible in it. Though, she wasn't moving to stop him. Because while it hurt, the pain wasn't in any way unbearable, though he could surely make it such had he wanted to.
And his other hand? That cupped her sex ever so gently? It stood in sharp contrast to what he was doing. Causing her whimpers to be tinted with a soft hint of a moan as her body squirmed involuntarily in response to both the pleasure and the pain.

It was about balance. The balance of pain and pleasure, of the pain never growing into more than she could bear. And in truth, while it stung, it wasn't all that painful. He wasn't punching her or anything of the sort. He was hitting her with his open palm, enough to sting, but the way he held his hand was designed for stinging... and a lot of sound. Making those slaps sound much more painful than they were. And his other hand, gently parting her lower lips, running his fingers gently over her sex. He was smiling, too, watching her gripping at the couch above her head, watching her face the entire time.

One sensation heightened the other. Sweet and stinging. Hard and soft. And the slap of his hand across what was very very sensitive flesh was indeed given balance by the gentle touch of his fingers there they ran through her soft folds and caused her to moan. A sweet sound muffled by the panties in her mouth that she kept biting down on every so often as she battled her own instincts in order to keep her eyes half way open. So she could meet his gaze, so he would know what she was feeling at that moment while she writhed and moaned and whimpered beneath him.

Oh, a part of her wanted to let go of the couch, to reach for him, hold him. But the other wanted to allow him this, allow herself this. This new experience that had her arching her back and and digging her fingers harder into the fabric of the couch.

That she was reacting favourably was beyond doubt. He would be able to feel as much.

He was clearly pleased with her. Pleased with the way she moved for him and pleased with the way she seemed to be reacting. His fingers still gently toyed with her, his eyes meeting hers as he moved over her, as though in preparation of something. "Hmm. What shall I do with you, now that I've got you helpless?"

It was kind of hard to answer when he'd gagged her, though her eyes remained locked with his. Those big bright blue eyes filled with love, warmth and trust as she whimpered into the fabric he'd tucked into her mouth. A lingering hint of pink to her cheeks and now her otherwise pale breasts from the way her blood had heated in reaction to his touch. Still softly squirming as his fingers toyed with her.
She wasn't completely helpless... she could still untangle her hands now that he'd let go of the fabric that had tied them together, but... she didn't really want to be free now did she? She was after all still holding onto the couch to keep herself from reaching out for him.

He continued to stroke her idly, almost a reverent touch, though it seemed a little distracted. Not that he wasn't paying attention to her. He very much was. He was simply thinking as well, letting his fingers slide over her, dipping just the tip of one finger inside of her, then caressing her again. "You look so pretty like that, you know. So beautiful when you seem helpless for me."

She melted when he spoke like that, he knew she did. The blond softly squirming beneath him, soft tender moans of her pleasure muffled by the panties that still served as a gag whole he continued to touch and caress her like that. Building her desire, building his want.
She liked surrendering to him like this and it probably showed, from the way her body arched to press up against him, to the look in her eyes, heavy with desire and love for him. A look he knew no other man would ever get from her

And he loved that. He loved to watch her like that, looking at him as though she adored him. Like he was the only man in the world, like only he could make her feel that way. And he truly was, he knew that, deep inside of himself. He teased her with his fingers, a smile playing around his lips. "Would you like to feel me, love?"

Teddy leaned her head back, exposing that pale soft throat to him as she nodded slightly, her eyes drifting shut in her pleasure, the lingering warmth to her skin still colouring her cheeks pink. The answer was simple, she wanted, needed to feel him. She just couldn't speak the words due to the panties in her mouth.

He smiled, watching her preen for him. She was so beautiful like that, one hand came up to her throat, to grip it lightly. Not enough to stop her from making any noise she wanted, but enough that she could feel the pressure of his hand. Slowly, with an aching slowness, he started to slide inside of her, to take her... since she had said she wanted to feel him. He was making sure she felt every inch of him.

The blond would've no doubt cried out if she could've, but as it were the gag was muffling any and all sounds she made. Though even so, even though muffled by the fabric she was currently biting down on, her voice was sweet and lingering. The little Caitiff arching into his touch, both that of his body and his hands, apparently liking the feel of his hand around her throat like that, as he almost painfully slowly pushed himself inside of her.
Her body crying out for more while her hands above her head continued to grip at the couch almost as if desperate.

He used her throat for leverage. Though his fingers didn't bite cruelly into her flesh, he used her throat to pull her onto him. Hard. Just enough to press his hips against hers in a rather hard thrust, starting to move her just a little bit faster... though still far too slow for comfort. But it was her face he watched, keeping an eye on her. Something she couldn't have known, really, being inexperienced as she was -- when he watched her face like he did sometimes, he was monitoring her condition. This was something he was clearly familiar with, and knew how to keep an eye on her in case she became truly distressed. To date, only two women had ever become distressed. The beautiful blonde that was now the center of his world wasn't one of them.

Nor was she likely to become distressed, not from this anyways. Not when the way she arched to press against him, wrapped her her legs around him to help pull him against herself when he thrust hard into her, told him just how much she loved it when he took her like that. Her sounds, her expression. The delight of his slow, demanding torture that showed on her face and in the way she whimpered and moaned. Her desire heightened by the hint of frustration he brought her by being this teasingly slow about it.
All of her was his, and she loved every moment at his mercy.
The blushing, softly moaning blond opening her eyes to meet his gaze, to let them tell him what she couldn't in words at the moment; I love you.

She saw in his eyes, her feelings reflected. He was looking at her, gazing at her with such intense love and affection that she could have sworn he reached out to caress her with just that look. It was tangible, the feeling between them, not just something that flickered for a few moments only to fly away on the first breeze. He continued to tease her, continued to move inside of her in that slow, teasing sort of way. But he looked at her as though she were the only woman in the world that existed.

She loved when he looked at her like that, that gaze enough to cause het to whimper before het voice turned to another moan. Her hands flexing in their bondage, still clutching at the couch. Her body arching into each thrust of his hips against her own. Wanting more, wanting all of him.
Her sweet lover... love of her life...
The blond moaned again, biting down on the panties as she trembled softly in his arms.

Still gentle as he moved inside of her, he tilted his head and smiled at her. "You want more, love?" She was gagged, but she could nod or shake her head.

Oh, she nodded, did he think she would do otherwise? The look in her eyes pleading for more of him. The pull of her legs around him telling him the same thing as the muffled sounds of her pleasure.
More..

He liked her reaction. He liked it very much. His hands moved, now to be gentle, as he caressed her breasts, lightly pinching her nipples -- not enough to hurt -- the movement of his hips speeding up just a bit as he started to thrust gently inside of her. More, though, as she had indicated, moving inside of her as he watched her and moaned softly. She truly did feel so good, like heaven wrapped around him as he moved....

The touch of his hands on her was enough to cause her eyes to drift shut with a long pleased moan. The shivers that rushed through her causing her to whimper again, her breathing turning trembling while she continued to squirm beneath him, grinding her hips against his as he thrust into her.
She wanted to cry out his name, wanted so badly to touch him,but she seemed determined not to move her hands. At least not until he asked her to. Assuming she could hold on that long.

He watched her struggle with interest. It was hot, actually, the way she tried so hard to be good. He was determined to see if she could remain that good for long. He started to move again, harder. Giving her more of himself as he rolled her nipples between his fingers, tugging them lightly as he sped up and seemed to smile at her.