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madame_denna) wrote2011-09-27 05:04 pm
madame_denna) wrote2011-09-27 05:04 pm
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Tell me
Pairing: Denna/Cara
Rating: NC-17
Words: ~640
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seeker_kinkmeme
Prompt: 'tied to the bed (bonus for bottom!Cara and brothel!madame Denna)'
Disclaimer: No copyright infringement intended. They are not mine and - of course - no money is made.
When the doors finally open and someone steps into the room she starts, comes around, tries to move her hands - until eventually the
realization dawns on her that she can't move at all.
Black straps of gleaming silk holding her wrists and ankles in a vice grip, bound to each post of the softest, most luxurious four-poster
bed Cara had ever the pleasure to lay in. She struggles once more but there is no use of trying.
The restraints are tight and bound well, she knows who laced them so perfectly.
She closes her eyes under the blindfold, a slight tremble courses through her body, she feels as if any moment she will burst under the
heat.
The doors shut close quietly and a soft breeze blows gently over her overheated skin. A moan escapes her throat at the brief relief, she
didn't know she was longing for, until it reached her.
A touch. So gentle that it almost hurts. Fingers stroke gently over Cara's leg until they finally come to rest on her thigh.
She shivers - she fights it - and loses.
The fingers start moving again, trailing narrow circles over her skin. Her hairs stand on end.
She is responsive to Denna's fingertip touch, when it moves between her legs. The contact is faint but it's enough make her squirm
beneath it. She begs for more. Silently. Her body demands it - she has no say.
When the slight fragrance of musk reaches her senses, Cara knows she is incredibly close - Cara can feel her. Her nipples harden,
begging for attention.
Denna's voice is smooth like velvet, when she finally speaks.
"You know what I want."
A pause.
A breathy whisper. "Tell me."
Cara has no intention of giving in. She fights it. But her voice makes her wet between her legs.
As always.
Another touch. Cara sucks in a breath when Denna slides her fingers over her center, coating them in her arousal. Cara's heart
starts hammering hard in her chest - she gasps for air.
"Tell me, Denna's voice drops, her breath brushes softly against Cara's ear, just before full lips close around her earlope, sucking
it into warm wet heat. Cara moans.
Her resolve crumbles - and Denna draws the wetness up and around her clit. Cara bites down on her lip to refrain from cursing out
loud. Her clit throbs and twitches painfully and she can hear the blood roar like waves in her ears. She knows there is no point to struggle - no point to resist.
"Mistress", she hears herself whisper, answering the pleas of her body before it drives her truly mad.
Denna's breath hitches - that's what she is been waiting for all along. She teases Cara's opening with a finger before sinking it deep
inside. The smacking noise gets obscenely louder when her finger continues pumping in and out.
"Say it again", she demands, her own arousal evident in the breathless whisper.
Cara gulps - she gives in.
"Mistress."
Denna adds a second finger and picks up the pace, pushing harder with each thrust. Cara bows her back and arches into her touch,
as Denna goes deeper.
She shifts her weight and Cara tries to remember to breathe, when she feels Denna's lips claim her own. Her tongue thrusts deep
inside her mouth and Cara meets it, sucks it gladly. Suddenly she pulls away and strains her back, her body tense.
She cries out when Denna thrusts one last time and her orgasm hits - so very hard.
Her eyes rolls into the back of her head and the blood pounds loudly in her ears, leaving her deaf. Her body is taut, as she breaths
heavily, then falls back against the lush sheets of Denna's bed.
She can feel the smile against her cheek when Denna leans in close once again, to whisper in her ear.
"That's my girl."
Rating: NC-17
Words: ~640
Summary: Written for
seeker_kinkmemePrompt: 'tied to the bed (bonus for bottom!Cara and brothel!madame Denna)'
Disclaimer: No copyright infringement intended. They are not mine and - of course - no money is made.
When the doors finally open and someone steps into the room she starts, comes around, tries to move her hands - until eventually the
realization dawns on her that she can't move at all.
Black straps of gleaming silk holding her wrists and ankles in a vice grip, bound to each post of the softest, most luxurious four-poster
bed Cara had ever the pleasure to lay in. She struggles once more but there is no use of trying.
The restraints are tight and bound well, she knows who laced them so perfectly.
She closes her eyes under the blindfold, a slight tremble courses through her body, she feels as if any moment she will burst under the
heat.
The doors shut close quietly and a soft breeze blows gently over her overheated skin. A moan escapes her throat at the brief relief, she
didn't know she was longing for, until it reached her.
A touch. So gentle that it almost hurts. Fingers stroke gently over Cara's leg until they finally come to rest on her thigh.
She shivers - she fights it - and loses.
The fingers start moving again, trailing narrow circles over her skin. Her hairs stand on end.
She is responsive to Denna's fingertip touch, when it moves between her legs. The contact is faint but it's enough make her squirm
beneath it. She begs for more. Silently. Her body demands it - she has no say.
When the slight fragrance of musk reaches her senses, Cara knows she is incredibly close - Cara can feel her. Her nipples harden,
begging for attention.
Denna's voice is smooth like velvet, when she finally speaks.
"You know what I want."
A pause.
A breathy whisper. "Tell me."
Cara has no intention of giving in. She fights it. But her voice makes her wet between her legs.
As always.
Another touch. Cara sucks in a breath when Denna slides her fingers over her center, coating them in her arousal. Cara's heart
starts hammering hard in her chest - she gasps for air.
"Tell me, Denna's voice drops, her breath brushes softly against Cara's ear, just before full lips close around her earlope, sucking
it into warm wet heat. Cara moans.
Her resolve crumbles - and Denna draws the wetness up and around her clit. Cara bites down on her lip to refrain from cursing out
loud. Her clit throbs and twitches painfully and she can hear the blood roar like waves in her ears. She knows there is no point to struggle - no point to resist.
"Mistress", she hears herself whisper, answering the pleas of her body before it drives her truly mad.
Denna's breath hitches - that's what she is been waiting for all along. She teases Cara's opening with a finger before sinking it deep
inside. The smacking noise gets obscenely louder when her finger continues pumping in and out.
"Say it again", she demands, her own arousal evident in the breathless whisper.
Cara gulps - she gives in.
"Mistress."
Denna adds a second finger and picks up the pace, pushing harder with each thrust. Cara bows her back and arches into her touch,
as Denna goes deeper.
She shifts her weight and Cara tries to remember to breathe, when she feels Denna's lips claim her own. Her tongue thrusts deep
inside her mouth and Cara meets it, sucks it gladly. Suddenly she pulls away and strains her back, her body tense.
She cries out when Denna thrusts one last time and her orgasm hits - so very hard.
Her eyes rolls into the back of her head and the blood pounds loudly in her ears, leaving her deaf. Her body is taut, as she breaths
heavily, then falls back against the lush sheets of Denna's bed.
She can feel the smile against her cheek when Denna leans in close once again, to whisper in her ear.
"That's my girl."
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I tried something new, but I was a little unsure about it, so I'm glad that you liked it! Thank you!! :)