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“Stop,” he said as he pulled his thumb out of her mouth. Victor’s gaze wandered over her body and a small smile tugged at his lips as he seemed to be undressing her with his eyes. Finally, it seemed that he’d had enough of that. “Undress, then sit.” He motioned nonchalantly to the spot next to him on the couch. He loosened his tie then, taking it off and hanging it over the back of the sofa.

Involuntarily she chased his thumb with her tongue for a second before the new command registered. “Yes, sir,” she murmured, coming to her feet in a single liquid movement. Tshirt first, over the head and stifling the groan as muscles in her back protested, then shorts swiftly. She took a little more time with undergarments, but not much, then climbed onto the cushions beside Victor.

His eyes raked over her body while his fingers traced lazy and light patterns over her torso before he withdrew. “Spread your knees.” He watched her, while the scene inside his head unfolded. “Pleasure yourself for me darling.” Victor leaned back a bit then, so that he was resting against the arm of the sofa while he watched her, splayed out before him

Summer flushed, so hard her ears popped. But “yes, sir,” she whispered, relaxing back against the cushions while one hand curved down her chest, between her thighs. She slid a finger in between her labia, eyelids fluttering, and pressed inward, ignoring her clit for the moment.

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“Still, Tony,” Summer commanded. She could hear him, the mattress creaking softly under his movements. She slid her hands down her sides, head tipped back to expose her throat, and paused briefly at her hips, fingers spanning the curve there, before hooking into the top of her underwear and pulling down.

She didn’t pull them off yet, though, just dragging an inch or so to expose the freckle below her navel. Then she traced down along her inner thighs with one hand, the other curving up under a breast. Her nipples were already drawn up into tight peaks.

Her breathing was starting to rasp in her throat, and she rolled her head slowly to one side, eyelids fluttering open. “What do you see, Tony?” she murmured, before plunging a finger underneath the satin.

For a moment, at least, Tony obeyed and fell still, but it was doomed to be a short lived action (or lack thereof).  He gave the tie another tug as she inched her panties down.  …Good thing he had so damned many, because this one was going to be ruined, if it wasn’t already.  And what a sight he had to make; arms over his head, pupils blown wide, and entirely bared.

What did he see?  A fucking tease, that’s what.

He saw Summer.  What else was he going to see?  She was stunning, whether she was nearly naked or in old sweats.  Her state of dress (or undress) had nothing to do with that.  Granted, she was still an amazing sight like this, obviously.

“An utterly maddening woman,” he replied wryly.

“Hmmm.” Summer rubbed her finger between her labia, eyes sweeping up Tony’s body. “Maddening, is it.” Another tremble shook her body; another step toward the bed. She licked at her lips. dragging in another breath. “Tell me what you want to do about it.”

She stripped her underwear off completely in one quick move, planting one knee on the bed. A lock of hair escaped, uncurling down her back and over one pale shoulder. Her fingers went back between her legs, stroking and petting.

Assassin’s Tango

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When he finally took her completely, she locked her legs around his hips, hoping to hold him there. She needed that sense of being filled, of enclosing and being enclosed. “Victor, darling …” she whispered. Closing her eyes, she rolled her hips slowly, muscles squeezing and flexing. What had been a jolting, roller-coaster climb to orgasm became a smooth, steady ascent, marred only by the fact that she couldn’t pull his head down to kiss him.

Victor braced his hands on either side of her head, eyes closed momentarily and his body seemed to shake as she flexed her muscles around him. “Yes love?” he asked as he planted tiny kisses just below her ear and at the corner of her mouth. He increased his pace a little, but still interested in enjoying the feel of their bodies meshing as one time after time than focused on reaching their end.

Summer couldn’t answer him, thoughts too jumbled by the increasing perfection of their motion together. Rhythmic moans slid from her lips, part begging and part satisfaction. She craned her head round to catch his mouth, biting at his lip. Breathing was irrelevant.

He grunted a little when she bit his lip and his mumbled “fuck” joined the sounds of her moans. Victor slowed his pace again, taking the time to thrust hard and deep three times before resuming his previous pace. He nipped back at her lip and noticed that his steady pace was becoming more and more erratic as he was well on his journey of losing control. 

Pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease … She was so close. /So/ close. She writhed under him, striving for that one place that would tumble them both over the edge, but couldn’t find it. It was painful, how it hovered just out of reach. She wailed with frustration.

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Summer led him gently up to the head of the bed. “Come here.” She looped the tie to the bar under the pillows, forcing his arms over his head. “I’m going to make you watch. Just watch.”

She picked up the other tie from where it had fallen on the floor, contemplating his feet. No, she decided, and proceeded to ignore him utterly. Running the tie through her fingers, slowly, she drew the length of it down her throat, then looped it under her hair. Eyes closed, she twined the length of the tie through her hair until the whole of it was tangled in the silk.

A few strands of copper hair trailed free, brushing against her skin. Abandoning the tie, she began to stroke herself, fingertips skimming over the hollow at her throat, slipping over the curves of her breasts. She shivered a little at the lightness of the touch, fine hairs rising in its wake.

Tony followed, somewhat awkward with his hands now bound as they were, but he certainly wasn’t going to start complaining.

And watch he did, eyes following each movement of her hands.  He swallowed, and unconsciously tugged at the tie keeping him bound to the headboard.  He couldn’t help it.  She was right there and—jesus just look at her—he wanted to touch.

He watched the loose strands of hair for a moment—he used to play with her hair all the time, why hadn’t he lately? he should fix that—before he looked back to her hands.  His fingers curled around the knotted fabric, and his legs spread slightly further apart, as he shifted to get more comfortable.

“Still, Tony,” Summer commanded. She could hear him, the mattress creaking softly under his movements. She slid her hands down her sides, head tipped back to expose her throat, and paused briefly at her hips, fingers spanning the curve there, before hooking into the top of her underwear and pulling down.

She didn’t pull them off yet, though, just dragging an inch or so to expose the freckle below her navel. Then she traced down along her inner thighs with one hand, the other curving up under a breast. Her nipples were already drawn up into tight peaks.

Her breathing was starting to rasp in her throat, and she rolled her head slowly to one side, eyelids fluttering open. “What do you see, Tony?” she murmured, before plunging a finger underneath the satin.

Assassin’s Tango

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He reveled in the way her body reacted to him, in the little sounds she made, trying to get him to thrust into her more fully. Victor reached down with one hand and thumbed her clit while he thrust shallowly into her. While his cock and hand were busy he began nipping, sucking and tonguing her breasts.

Finally, when even Victor could no longer take his own teasing, he positioned himself and thrust into her so that he was completely inside of her, a drawn out groan coming from him as she surrounded his cock.

When he finally took her completely, she locked her legs around his hips, hoping to hold him there. She needed that sense of being filled, of enclosing and being enclosed. “Victor, darling …” she whispered. Closing her eyes, she rolled her hips slowly, muscles squeezing and flexing. What had been a jolting, roller-coaster climb to orgasm became a smooth, steady ascent, marred only by the fact that she couldn’t pull his head down to kiss him.

Victor braced his hands on either side of her head, eyes closed momentarily and his body seemed to shake as she flexed her muscles around him. “Yes love?” he asked as he planted tiny kisses just below her ear and at the corner of her mouth. He increased his pace a little, but still interested in enjoying the feel of their bodies meshing as one time after time than focused on reaching their end.

Summer couldn’t answer him, thoughts too jumbled by the increasing perfection of their motion together. Rhythmic moans slid from her lips, part begging and part satisfaction. She craned her head round to catch his mouth, biting at his lip. Breathing was irrelevant.

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‘But I like your teasing,’ she wanted to say, but her mouth was full. She sucked a little harder, instead, the vague bit of coherent thought left trying to decide if she wanted to tie him up or not. A little chuckle escaped.

Yes.

She licked her way back up, releasing him entirely, and came to her feet in one fluid motion. “I shouldn’t always give you what you want,” she murmured, leaning to kiss him. One hand on either side captured each of his, pulling them forward, and then somehow she had got one of the ties looped around and between both wrists and knotted together.

“Gotcha.”

“Fuck—”  He let his head fall back again and swallowed, his throat bobbing.

He grunted something that could have been an objection when she pulled away and stood, his focus still on the ceiling until she kissed him.  He let her capture his hands easily, with only a token tug just for the sake of being contrary (as usual, of course).

“But just think how unbearable I would be if you didn’t,” he pointed out, grinning playfully.

“So it seems.”  He gave another perfunctory tug, once his wrists were tied together.  “Now what are you going to do with me, now that you have me?”

Summer led him gently up to the head of the bed. “Come here.” She looped the tie to the bar under the pillows, forcing his arms over his head. “I’m going to make you watch. Just watch.”

She picked up the other tie from where it had fallen on the floor, contemplating his feet. No, she decided, and proceeded to ignore him utterly. Running the tie through her fingers, slowly, she drew the length of it down her throat, then looped it under her hair. Eyes closed, she twined the length of the tie through her hair until the whole of it was tangled in the silk.

A few strands of copper hair trailed free, brushing against her skin. Abandoning the tie, she began to stroke herself, fingertips skimming over the hollow at her throat, slipping over the curves of her breasts. She shivered a little at the lightness of the touch, fine hairs rising in its wake.

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“Teasing,” she muttered, fingers slipping down. “Yours, and mine.” Wobbling slightly, she knelt, and kept her eyes locked on his. The pupils were enormous. “Want to make you beg, more.” She stopped trying to haphazardly finger herself, using that hand to press against his thigh. The other steadied his penis so she could lick the tip slowly, dragging her tongue down and around and then closing her mouth around it. She pulled off to mutter, “Want you to /need/ me.”

“You know,” he sighed out a slightly unsteady breath, and he let his head fall back so he was more talking to the ceiling, “if you made good on that threat to tie me up, I probably wouldn’t be able to tease as much.”  He would leave it up to her whether or not that was actually a good thing.  He lifted his head to look at her again, one corner of his mouth quirking up.  While he wasn’t actually saying anything out loud at that point, he seemed to be very clearly saying, ‘then make me.’

‘But I like your teasing,’ she wanted to say, but her mouth was full. She sucked a little harder, instead, the vague bit of coherent thought left trying to decide if she wanted to tie him up or not. A little chuckle escaped.

Yes.

She licked her way back up, releasing him entirely, and came to her feet in one fluid motion. “I shouldn’t always give you what you want,” she murmured, leaning to kiss him. One hand on either side captured each of his, pulling them forward, and then somehow she had got one of the ties looped around and between both wrists and knotted together.

“Gotcha.”

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The warmth of his mouth enveloped her breast at the same time as her fingers slipped between her legs. She bent forward, burying her face in his hair, and groaned softly. “God, Tony … every time, every single time … ” Her other hand flexed against his bare skin, nails digging in, trying to hold her balance as her knees tried to quit working.

He cast a sly, amused glance up at her as he pulled away.  “Well, at least I’m consistent,” he replied dryly, before he trailed kisses across her chest and repeated the treatment on the other side.  One hand settled on her leg, curling around the back of her thigh to help keep her steady, slowly sliding it down the back of her leg.

Satin underwear still on, she drew her fingers over the damp spot, eyes closed. She relied on Tony’s hand to keep her stability, allowing her the freedom to run her hand up his thigh. “I want you,” she breathed, hazily. She closed her fingers on the tip of his penis, thumb brushing.

He drew in a sharp breath, leaning back slightly.  He tightened his hand against the back of her leg, and the other skimmed up her chest and along her shoulder, until he could pull her down for a kiss.  “What’s stopping you, then?” he asked once they parted, barely a hair’s breadth between them.

“Teasing,” she muttered, fingers slipping down. “Yours, and mine.” Wobbling slightly, she knelt, and kept her eyes locked on his. The pupils were enormous. “Want to make you beg, more.” She stopped trying to haphazardly finger herself, using that hand to press against his thigh. The other steadied his penis so she could lick the tip slowly, dragging her tongue down and around and then closing her mouth around it. She pulled off to mutter, “Want you to /need/ me.”

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The warmth of his mouth enveloped her breast at the same time as her fingers slipped between her legs. She bent forward, burying her face in his hair, and groaned softly. “God, Tony … every time, every single time … ” Her other hand flexed against his bare skin, nails digging in, trying to hold her balance as her knees tried to quit working.

He cast a sly, amused glance up at her as he pulled away.  “Well, at least I’m consistent,” he replied dryly, before he trailed kisses across her chest and repeated the treatment on the other side.  One hand settled on her leg, curling around the back of her thigh to help keep her steady, slowly sliding it down the back of her leg.

Satin underwear still on, she drew her fingers over the damp spot, eyes closed. She relied on Tony’s hand to keep her stability, allowing her the freedom to run her hand up his thigh. “I want you,” she breathed, hazily. She closed her fingers on the tip of his penis, thumb brushing.

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She swayed into the kiss, pressing into his hand as she leaned closer. She trailed one hand down along his leg, fingertips sliding from his knee up the inside of his thigh while she bit at his mouth. Her other hand traced across her own abdomen, fingers splayed across the skin, and down over the hem of her panties.

He broke away slowly, the tip of his tongue flicking over her lip as he did.  He trailed kisses down her throat, tongue briefly dipping into the hollow between her collarbones, before he continued down her chest.  He paused and glanced up at her, one corner of his mouth quirking up.  He cupped one breast, flicked his thumb over the nipple, and then closed his lips over it.

The warmth of his mouth enveloped her breast at the same time as her fingers slipped between her legs. She bent forward, burying her face in his hair, and groaned softly. “God, Tony … every time, every single time … ” Her other hand flexed against his bare skin, nails digging in, trying to hold her balance as her knees tried to quit working.