Spin the Wheel - White's Funhouse

"Mmm-hmmm." he murmured. "For one who claims she would make a poor servant, you know a great deal about dispensing pleasure."

She grinned as the ministrations of her hands continued. They picked up speed, then slowed, an alternating rhythm with alternating pressure.

"Knowing how to give pleasure is something very different from servitude, Master. I make a poor servant, but I'm a quick study."

"Ahhhh." he sighed. "And how is it you make a poor servant?"

She smiled as she continued to alternate the pace of her hands. She leaned up a bit more, inches from his face, even if she kept her eyes on his mouth.

"I'm too high-strung to take instruction from others for too long. I will eventually just ... do what I want to do."

"Ohhh?" he cooed. "And what is it you want to do?"

She grinned, and a mischievous look crossed her face.

"Right now?" Her eyes twinkled as her voice dropped to low and husky once more. "What I want is to put my hands on your shoulders, hold you down, and take you again."

He smirked. "I think you've earned a request."

She shifted her weight, leaned forward a bit more.

"A request?" she asked, her voice soft, her eyes lowered demurely. As though she hadn't looked like a wanton sex toy a half an hour before. "Or is it something you want me to do?"

"I want." he grinned up at her. "For you to show your desire. And I want to see your eyes."

Her head tilted, her eyes darkening as she looked at him. All the while, her hands worked, but the pace slowed, her fingers wrapping individually around him in easy rhythm. Her voice lowered even more, until it was little more than a husky whisper. Her lips parted gently, and she looked back up, and at his face.

"I can show you my desire ... show you desire in my eyes ... without actually taking you, Master. Am I not showing you now?"

He matched her mischievous look. "And is it ALL you desire?"

Her voice remained low. She wasn't smiling, though her eyes were still twinkling.

"I know ... that even for someone my age ... there is much that I do not know. I can admit that. What I desire ... is for you to show me what it is that I don't yet know ... that will please you."

"Mmm... I don't know." he mused. "You've been so good. It would be a shame to punish you."

Her eyes crinkled with amusement.

"I can misbehave, if it makes Master feel better."

"Oh? Show me misbehaving." he grinned.

She laughed, softly.

"Misbehavior comes when given an order and one defies it. Or, for example, doing something that you have not been given permission for ..."

She leaned up, kissed his neck, then bit his shoulder, just enough to be a touch painful, but not pierce his flesh.

"Like that."

He grinned. "Ah. A great crime, that. You need to be punished, pet."

She immediately looked at him innocently.

"As Master wishes." But she was smiling.

He sat up. "Lay down on my lap. Facedown."

He reached up, and gave a swat to her exposed buttocks. "One." he announced.

((OOC: Post 500! Woo!))

His other hand reached down and caressed the hairs from her face. "Do you not think you deserve this pet?" he sounded amused.

She smiled, turning her head just enough to look at his hand.

"Of course I do. I misbehaved on purpose, Master." She, too, looked amused.

"Very good. You are going to count aloud each swat I give you, and then thank me for it. Moving along..."

He delivered another swat, this one a little lower.