08-14-2018, 09:28 PM
No anxiety for the outside world crushed his spirit. Nor did Jaxen flee in fear over being caught. No snakes slithered through the party, fucking snakes, the only ones he truly feared. Unless Sora decided to zip him back to Tarim for more 'lessons,' the only thing he truly feared was unreachable. If they were caught? He'd send a check for the mirror. What else could they do to him? Might as well enjoy Oriena while she allowed the opportunity. She had to realize that she retained her freedom by his choice. He could as easily tie her down as his own bonds restrained him.
When Oriena moved, Jaxen braced for the impending pinches of pain across his back. Thankfully, her weight didn't settle onto him, but her palms and knees had to crush some of the glass. Then she winced, but the sharp intake of air was one of sadistic pleasure rather than true suffering. The sound of it flooded warmth through his body. A low murmur of gratification rolled from his throat. No woman ever acted like this before. They never took it this far. Fucking safe-words and all.
But the heat of her breath against his ear made him shudder.
Power pulsed fresh through his veins. The next heartbeat saw every last shard of glass swept from them in one circular, sparkling river. The ones beneath his back remained, but he didn't give a damn.
Jaxen released her wrist, allowing her bonds to clamp his own back in place. Trapped by it, he let his power be the hands that guided her, given his own were occupied. Any second someone would find them. But the urgency only added to the thrill. Being fucked by Oriena in the Kremlin grand palace was about the most obviously appropriate thing in the world. Maybe they'd take it to the throne next time.
Pinches across his back wrenched his own painful gasps from his lips. His breath grew brisk and shallow. The sight of her filled the world. This vicious woman that he would never comprehend, yet continued to be tugged along by the mere curl of a finger. She was his. She wanted him. Damn he didn't realize how badly he wanted her in return.
The motion made his back arch. But Something dug into his shoulder, and there was no twisting away from it. The heat of it dug electricity down his arm, along his neck. Real pain that dug like the shackles around his wrists in that bathhouse dungeon. He grit his teeth, refusing to allow the weakness to rule. When he cried out, he couldn't stop himself. His eyes pinched shut.
Then the world swarmed with power.
The entire. fucking. world.
Jaxen's eyes flew open, wide, searching. "Stop!" he ordered, panting. "Something's happening," he said and struggled to get up.
He was done playing.
When Oriena moved, Jaxen braced for the impending pinches of pain across his back. Thankfully, her weight didn't settle onto him, but her palms and knees had to crush some of the glass. Then she winced, but the sharp intake of air was one of sadistic pleasure rather than true suffering. The sound of it flooded warmth through his body. A low murmur of gratification rolled from his throat. No woman ever acted like this before. They never took it this far. Fucking safe-words and all.
But the heat of her breath against his ear made him shudder.
Power pulsed fresh through his veins. The next heartbeat saw every last shard of glass swept from them in one circular, sparkling river. The ones beneath his back remained, but he didn't give a damn.
Jaxen released her wrist, allowing her bonds to clamp his own back in place. Trapped by it, he let his power be the hands that guided her, given his own were occupied. Any second someone would find them. But the urgency only added to the thrill. Being fucked by Oriena in the Kremlin grand palace was about the most obviously appropriate thing in the world. Maybe they'd take it to the throne next time.
Pinches across his back wrenched his own painful gasps from his lips. His breath grew brisk and shallow. The sight of her filled the world. This vicious woman that he would never comprehend, yet continued to be tugged along by the mere curl of a finger. She was his. She wanted him. Damn he didn't realize how badly he wanted her in return.
The motion made his back arch. But Something dug into his shoulder, and there was no twisting away from it. The heat of it dug electricity down his arm, along his neck. Real pain that dug like the shackles around his wrists in that bathhouse dungeon. He grit his teeth, refusing to allow the weakness to rule. When he cried out, he couldn't stop himself. His eyes pinched shut.
Then the world swarmed with power.
The entire. fucking. world.
Jaxen's eyes flew open, wide, searching. "Stop!" he ordered, panting. "Something's happening," he said and struggled to get up.
He was done playing.