Regifting (Corybantic and BothsAndNeithers)

Auden Pryce had been so excited for this Christmas with Declan, her boyfriend of two and a half years. It was their third Christmas together, and she'd been fairly sure there was a ring under the tree. It made sense - they got along well, their jobs were close enough that they wouldn't probably have to worry about needing to be in different cities for work. They had problems - who didn't? - but nothing they couldn't work on.

He'd complained from early on that she was boring in bed, but had been patient with her; he was the first guy she'd been with, so it had taken her some time to learn the ropes, as it were. He'd left his computer open once and she'd seen some bondage photos, so she'd done some research and come up with his present: her.

She'd waited until she knew he was due home, then wrapped herself up. A little red bikini she'd glued white fake fur to (tied on with strings so he wouldn't need her arms to get them off), and a santa hat completed her ensemble, hair brushed into two braids. She'd put ornaments through her ear piercings, wrapped herself with lights and garland, and finally locked her hands behind her back with handcuffs with fuzzy red fur on them, the key around her neck. She'd gotten a gift sticker with "To: Declan From: Your Christmas Slave" written on it and put it over her mouth, then waited for him on his bed, sure he was going to be thrilled when he came home. She was nervous - she'd never done anything like that before - but she knew it would make him happy.

But, oh, how wrong she'd been. He was furious when he came home, yelling and slamming things into his suitcase. He'd apparently seen her at lunch with Thomas, her colleague, seen Thomas rub her shoulders and kiss her on the cheek when he left. She tried to explain that Thomas was gay, that it was just friendly - thank goodness stickers came off when you opened your mouth - but he hadn't wanted to hear it. He'd called her a whore and a slut and all manner of things, said he'd suspected her for weeks.

When she tried to protest, he pulled one of the ornaments free from her ear and shoved it into her mouth, jaw opening painfully wide to accommodate it - there was no way it was coming out on its own. He picked her up - at 5'3", she wasn't hard to lift, even with her curves - and put her under the Christmas tree, grabbing a thing of ribbon out from wrapping presents and using it to tie her more tightly, then fold her legs up in a hogtie.

He shook his head, then wrote a note:
"She seems to like other guys a lot - maybe she'll enjoy you. Or your friends. I just want her out before I come home Monday." and taped it to her stomach.

She cried once he was gone, sobs - how had this happened? She'd thought he was proposing! - then struggled, furious that they'd both done such a thorough job. By the time his roommate returned, she'd be lying still.

O come, O come, Emmanuel!
Redeem thy captive Israel


Emmett was absolutely dreading heading home. He had been visiting family for the holdiays, and that always put him in a foul mood. Politics, religion, sport Hannah's latest boyfriend, Aunt Jessica, whatever the topic, any random pair of assembled family members would find some way of coming down on either side of an argument, and all of a sudden, battle lines were drawn. Year long grudges were unfurled like banners at a medieval faire, and all of a sudden what Darren said about Sharon ten years ago was considered admissible evidence in the trial of who caused the turkey to come out of the oven a little moist. It was nightmarish.

But that while tedious and irritatingly predictable, at least had an air of dynamic excitement about it. It was accompanied by action, fireworks, the very real chance of Uncle Joe taking a swing at his brother-in-law, or at the very least a swig of a bottle. It was a combination of Sharknado and to Kill a Mockingbird. Well, at least One flew over the Cuckoo's Nest. Back at the house, the few rooms he rented with his high-school buddy Declan, it was a Hallmark channel Lifetime movie with all the interesting bits cut out. Declan was settling down. Declan was getting his shit together. A couple of years out of college, and he got the job, at least the internship, and he got the girl. And she was a hell of a girl, just a slip of a thing, but with that red hair, those freckles, and that killer body, gah. Too good for D-Bag Declan. He was a control freak, a martinet, his way of the fucking highway.

That into exile drear is gone,
Far from the face of God's dear Son.

And didn't he let you know how good he fucking had it.

Emmett knew it wasn't a competition. Declan having a smoking hot girlfriend didn't actually statistically dent his own chances of finding someone. Or his getting a job at the firm they were both angling their current careers towards didn't really mean that Emmet was less likely. But somedays it felt like it. Especailly the days where Declan would just kind of lounge around with Auden, all lovey-dovey. As long as everything was just right. Emmet wondered if he'd shown his temper around Auden like he did when Emmet left a cupboard open, or bought the wrong thickness loaf of bread, or whatever. God he was getting on his nerves. And now the two of them were getting serious. Any day now Declan would make it official. Cement their relationship by having Auden sign onto the rental agreement. And then guess who has two thumbs and gets to be a permanent third wheel. This Guy

He expected to come home to see them snuggling on the couch in matching Christmas sweaters (she filling hers out much more appealingly than him) mugs of hot cocoa in their hands, candles burning merrily, everything in vaseline-lens soft focus. Stupid happy people. Bah humbug, he thought.

Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel
Shall come to thee, O Israel.

He turned the key, and opened his door, failing to notice that a car was absent from the garage. He entered to see the most astonishing tableau, Auden, eyes wide, giftwrapped with tinsel and not a lot more. Bound... and... helpless. His libido was already a step ahead of the rest of his brain, cataloguing this for further study, great, I know what I'm searching on pornhub tonight

He hurried to her side, finding the note pinned to her, and his breath caught in his throat. Her skin was aglow in the soft electric strand lights, and there was quite a bit of it to take it, the contortion of her body displaying nicely some very tangible assets, but while he might have paused a moment, his more rational brain kicked into gear, and he removed the ornament gag from her mouth... her very pretty, pouty, red-lipped mouth. Jeez, Focus, Emmett.

"What the hell happened? Are you OK?"

Auden heard the door opening and tensed - was it Declan? Her heart beat faster, and she couldn't decide if it was hope or fear. He'd never liked when things didn't go well, snarling in traffic or throwing the remote, but he'd never been like that with her. It had shocked her to her core, and part of her was hoping he would run in and apologize and explain that...she didn't know, he'd been slipped a drug, abducted by aliens and replaced with the Hulk, something that would excuse his behavior. On the other hand, she was sure that if she saw him again right now, she'd rip his head off.

She could tell from the footsteps, though, that it wasn't. She swallowed, hard, a lump forming in her throad. It had to be Emmett, and he would...see her like this. What would he say? What would he think? He'd always been pleasant enough, but they didn't really know each other - she just knew that he was Declan's roommate, and to take the bitching Declan did with a grain of salt, because everyone needed to vent sometimes. She'd been embarrassed when she ran into him in the kitchen in Declan's shirt, which fell to her knees - how did she deal with him seeing her like this?!

And...it was just stupid, really, that's she'd geared herself up for this, gotten ready, talked herself into it, and then this happened. Not only was she broken up with over a stupid misunderstanding, not only did her boyfriend act like a jackass, but now she was going to have to go home feeling stupid. As soon as she saw Emmett standing over her, looking her over, she discovered something else she could feel: fear. She'd set it up for Declan to have access to her body while she was helpless, she'd read the note he put on her, but until she saw Emmett looking at her she hadn't really processed what it all meant. He could do anything he wanted to her, and she couldn't stop him...so what was that other feeling curling in her belly?

She inhaled sharply as he knelt next to her, goosebumps bursting at the slight contact required to lift the paper. She watched him read it, then was relieved that his first move was to reach for the ornament, prying it free. She couldn't help him with it, and she couldn't explain while the feel of his hand on her face as he extracted it made her scalp tingle.

"I'm fine," she answered, though it clearly wasn't true. "I..." she blushed. "I'd wanted to surprise Declan, but he saw me having lunch with my coworker, who's gay, and I guess we were being more intimate than was entirely appropriate - but he is gay - and he was furious when he came home and...well...here we are," she said with a sigh. "I'm sorry."

So Declan had seen what, lunch with a co-worker? Emmett thought he had mentioned he was going to surprise Auden with lunch, but he mustn't have called ahead, and why would he. Declan's world arranged itself for his convenience, not the other way around.

"Holy SHIT Declan is a colossal jackass. I bet he didn't even ask for an explanation, not fucking Declan. He just knows everything. Always right. Fuck"

Emmett knelt closer, his eyes travelling the length of her body. It began trying to assess how to rescue her from the predicament, the best of intentions, but it was hard not to linger. Not to wonder what a weekend with a... captive audience such as her might offer. he licked dry lips.

"I... uh, I really should get you out of all these... " he floundered for an appropriate word "things," he finished, lamely. He began to run his hands along the strands of Christmas lights, "These things must get you pretty hot, being turned on all this time." He swallowed, the contact of her skin tight and tense under his fingers. She must be desperate to get out of there. She certainly would be in no mood to... well.. and then they could.. he shivered, exhaling softly. No, of course they couldn't.

Auden jumped at his explosion, eyes wide as she pulled back the tiny bit she could, not sure how to react to his anger when she was so completely at his mercy. She shook her head.

"No, he didn't," she agreed. She felt like she should defend him, make some excuse, but there was none. She could absolutely appreciate that what he'd seen looked suspicious, but the things he'd called her...leaving her like this...it was inexcusable.

She watched him look at her, trembled softly as his fingers traced the lights, occasionally coming into contact with her skin. Her body was taut, the hogtie quite snug, and she couldn't explain why she...liked might have been the wrong word, but she certainly didn't disapprove of his touch in reality as much as she might've in theory.

She nodded.

"They're pretty warm," she agreed, voice a little less sure than it had been a moment ago. She'd thought she wanted nothing more than for him to let her go so she could slink off to lick her wounds. Now that he was offering it, though...

"But I mean...I can't really do anything if you decide not to," she said carefully, referring to his statement that he should let her go. She looked up at him with searching eyes, wondering if he would take the bait. She didn't know what she'd wanted, but she'd geared herself up for this...it seemed like a terrible waste.

Emmetts mind was on the lights, trying to find how he was going to disentangle the lithe body from their ensaring embrace that the almost didn't catch the bombshell that the redhead had just dropped into the conversation. "Of course you couldn't, but I can't just leave you...oh." he faltered.

"Oh."

Surely she couldn't mean that. She was delirious from lack of air... it was Stockholm syndrome... I mean, he'd always thought she was eminently fuckable, even from the first moment she'd bumped into him while they were still in college, coming out of Declan's dorm room mumbling about a class to get to, so gorgeously demure but unconsciously highlighting her features in those ass hugging jeans and deep necked printed tee that had strained to contain the wonders within. not to mention that killer smile that could send a devout man's mind churning with desire. And Emmett was no devout man. He was a man on a drought. Well, say a dry spell punctuated with intermittent showers. Very intermittent.


He reached down and cupped her cheek in his hand, staring into her shining blue eyes. "I'd be lying if I said I didn't wan't to, Auden. Are you serious? Like, for real serious? Because that's an bell you can't unring, you know."

Please yes, please yes... Santa, I've been a good boy all year. Well, intermittently. Very intermittently.

Auden narrowed her eyes slightly as he continued as if she hadn't said anything - was he turning her down? After everything else today, was she really getting rejected? - but the look on his face when her comment registered made it clear that, no, he wasn't. He wasn't at all. And, Heaven help her, the want on his face made her feel good.

He cupped her face, and she rolled her eyes up to him, appreciating the warmth of his hand almost as much as she appreciated him making sure she knew what she was saying. Emmett was a good guy. She suspected Declan knew that, that his roommate would come home and let her go - he'd just wanted to humiliate her, knowing how private she was. She hadn't even owned a bikini, she'd bought it online just for this - she didn't like showing off her body, liked her privacy, and he'd blown it all up in her face. Nothing she could do about it.

But she could control a little piece of where it went from here. She'd never in a million years let a stranger, or even an acquaintance like Emmett, touch her under normal circumstances. But these weren't normal circumstances. And how guilty did she really have to feel if she didn't have much of a choice?

She nodded.
"I know. I'd appreciate if you unplugged the lights, because they're warm. But otherwise, well...it's rude to take back a gift. Enough has gone wrong today that I don't want to be rude on top of it all," she said, making eye contact, wanting to make sure they were clear.

Emmett had to hand it to the girl. However unlikely it would have been that he himself might end up in some sort of similar position, he can't imagine handling it with such grace under fire. He could imagine being furious, frantic, desperate, any number of reactions. But he doubt he could be as witty and seductive at the same time. He smiled at her, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

Reaching for the plug, he turned off the lights, and began to thread the power cord back through it's path. careful not to disturb the rest of the 'wrapping', the shimmering tinsel and the tightly wound ribbon, that had her completely vulnerable and immobile. As the he slowly untangled the cord, he let his hands explore the exposed sections of Auden's body. The soft glow of the remaining festive garlands strung up around the room, giving a almost candle-lit luster to her pale skin.

Barely daring at first, he tentatively let his fingers dangle across her hip, playing across the waistline of her panties, and up her stomach. Still expecting any minute for her to change her mind, his hands moved to her legs, caressing down her thighs to her knee. And then the return journey around the back side, weaving along around the giftwrap, he pressed firmly with his fingertips, indenting her supple, yielding flesh, rolling her to free the now loose half of the lights.

Emboldened by her lack of protest, he began to manhandle her more as he now addressed the top half of her tangle. Grabbing her by the shoulders, he deadlines her up to a kneeling position, still quite uncomfortable, he had no doubt. But his hands were surer of purpose now feeling the softness of the skin down from her neck to her shoulders, across her decolletage, and even though no lights now covered them, Emmet slid his hands up her flank up to her bikini, massaging the generous, gorgeous firm breasts he found there, as he looked Auden straight in the eye, daring her now to voice a complaint.

Auden wasn't sure why she was doing this, allowing this to happen - the smart thing would've been to get untied and go straight home - but she didn't want to. Maybe this would turn out to be a terrible idea, one more thing about today to regret, but right now it seemed like a great way to take her mind off things and much better than going home and wallowing.

"Thank you," she said once the lights were turned off - they weren't comfortable, poking and tugging at odd angles, but it was the warmth that had started to get irritating. Still, she was relieved when he began taking them off entirely.

She shifted to try to help him, unsure how she felt about the freedom he had with her, fingers sliding along skin no one but her parents and boyfriend had seen. She inhaled sharply as he ran his fingers just above her bikini, eyes glued to his face as her stomach fluttered, not unpleasantly.

She grunted as he flipped her onto her stomach, reminded once again how helpless she really was, now stuck like a turtle. It wasn't long before he lifted her up, though. Her knees managed a proper kneeling position, but the position of where her hands were tied left her bending forward a little, breasts hanging like ripe fruits.

He was touching her now, no pretense about the lights, and she blushed for him, breath turning shallow as his hands found her breasts. Her eyes flicked up to his.

"My...um...outfit is a bikini, so it ties on," she muttered, not quite giving him permission to unwrap the gift further but...making possibilities available.

That was all the encouragement that Emmett needed. Forsaking care for efficiency, he threaded the last of the lights from around her body, discarding them at the base of the tree. Kneeling, he ran his hands along the straps of the red, fur lined bikini, ensuring he took in all the sensations the different textures offered. Leaning in, so close he could feel her warm breath on his cheek, he peered at the knot that sat at the nape of her neck. If the fact he was about to debauch his room-mate's ex of mere hours ago wasn't proof enough, his hesitation at the convolutions of the straps proved that he was no Boy Scout.

Not to be defeated at the first hurdle, and feeling an urgency to match Auden's boldness, Emmett turned his head and planted a crushingly passionate kiss right on Auden's lips. Tasting the honeyed sweetness of a beeswax lip-balm, he surfaced for air, then kissed her again, with a gentle yet insistent tongue looking to explore her mouth. Bringing both his hands up to the confounding knot, he gripped tightly then pulled them apart, rewarded with a sharp noise and the proverbial Gordian knot was torn asunder. He simply released the strings, sliding one hand behind her waist, the other he buried in her ginger hair, gripping the tresses and holding her head firmly in place while her lips parted, and her tongue met his, matching his fervor.

Reluctantly leaving her mouth, he bent down, taking a large, hungry mouthful of her breast, while disengaging his fingers from her hair, and bringing it down to grope the other, ungently cupping and squeezing, while rubbing his thumb across her hard nipple. Moaning at the delightful sensuality of the moment, Emmet pinched her nub between his lips, tugging slghtly, his free hand slipping down to slide over the tempting curve of her prone ass.

Auden was shaking softly as his hands explored her, breath coming against him in uncertain puffs. She'd never done anything like this before, had barely so much as looked at anyone other than Declan. Inviting someone who was half-stranger to do what he pleased...well, it wasn't like her. And she was surprised by how much the notion of it stirred her, though he hadn't done anything at all yet, really.

She made a surprised sound into his mouth as he kissed her, then closed her eyes and returned the kiss, only for them to snap open with a squeak as her bikini top's top strap was broken. The hand in her hair - firm, unyielding - made things low in her twist, and she parted her lips for him, letting him deepen the kiss.

"Oh," she said as his mouth and hands found her breasts. She wriggled slightly in the kneeling position, letting her head fall back as he explored her. She pulled at her arms, just testing, and found them still held fast without the lights, the motion pulling her feet and causing the muscles of her hips to flex slightly under his hands.

Too much fabric he thought as his fingers encountered the fur trim of her bikini waistline. He followed the line to one side, this time having more luck with those tricky knots, he brought both hands to the task and managed to separate the two strands on both sides with only a modicum of ineffectual fumbling. But the fabric so tight, and the heat so great, that the fabric clung desperately to her skin, even after the strings fell limply. But not for long, as Emmett's questing fingers found their way between Auden's legs. Still secured tightly, he had to ease the garment between thighs pressed tightly together, and so the fabric gathered at the separation at the top her legs, the fabled thigh gap, and as he pulled, it slid even further up, parting her tender lips.

An idea that had been slowly simmering in the back of Emmett's mind suddenly roared to a full boil. "Wait right there... Oh, well should I just say hold that thought. I'll be right back."

As he rose, he kissed her again, full of the lust and the passion he was feeling, willing her to feel his need, his desire. He gripped her shoulders, squeezing them roughly. With a lingering look at her, his eyes drifting over the spray of freckles above her breasts, the spreading blush matchin the raw color where the ribbons dug into the flesh of her thigh. Finally he turned, and managed not to look back as he strode into his room, a man on a mission.

Auden could do nothing but sit still as he fumbled with the bikini straps on her bottom half. She inhaled sharply as his hand slid between her legs, brushing the skin there that she'd carefully prepared for what she'd expected to be a romantic evening - it wasn't that she was uncomfortable with him touching her, it was just unexpected...and she didn't realize how sensitive all the stress and worry and his gentle petting had made her.

She whimpered as the fabric was pulled up inside her, then looked at him with wide eyes as he stood, leaving her kneeling on the ground.

"Where are you goin-mmph," she asked, the last of her question smothered by a kiss that left her breathless, head spinning. She blushed as he looked her over, knowing she couldn't cover herself or hide from his view in any way.

She shifted her weight experimentally, but quickly stopped - the only thing she might succeed at was knocking herself over, and she didn't want that.

"What are you doing?" she called.

It took just under two minutes of rummaging through a couple of boxes in his wardrobe to grab the items he was looking for, one just a memento of a relationship past, the little things left behind by a partner that never seems important enough to return. The other was simply a tool of his hobby, but one he took quite a lot of pleasure in. He returned, a trail of discarded clothes in his wake. Naked and standing proud, he carried the things that so precipitously took him away.

"Just a couple of things to make this even more a night to remember," Emmett said, knowing in his heart that nothing on earth would make him forget this night, Not if he lived until he was a hundred. But that didn't mean that it couldn't get even more memorable, or that he couldn't have some help when it came to reliving this at a later date. He laid a small black cloth object on the table, while taking the bulkier item and setting it up in the middle of the room, facing the bound woman. It was a high-end digital camera, set on a tripod.

Emmett held up a hand, to forestall any objections she might have had.

"I want to assure you, this is purely for personal use. I don't want to share you with anyone tonight. Tonight you are mine, and this is such an amazing thing that is happening, for both of us, and I want to be able to remember everything about this night. And if you ask really nicely, I'll make you a copy. Besides," He chuckled beginning to understand the thrill of having power over someone so completely, "it's not like you have a lot of say in the matter."

He picked up the other item and approached her, holding it out by the straps. A black silk sleep mask, a blindfold left by a previous bedmate, who was just a pleasant enough memory that he hadn't thrown out the sleep aid when they had parted ways, and now it was going to be used in ways he wondered if it had ever been intended to.

"I thought we might begin with some sensory deprivation. You're going to listen to me, and do everything I say. As much as I hate to hide those gorgeous eyes of yours, and I doubt I'll be able to keep away from them for long. But again, that'll be my decision." he smiled lustily as he approached her to secure the sleep mask over her face.

Auden wondered what in the world he could be going to get - it wasn't like he'd had advance notice to plan anything. When he came out, naked as the day he was born, her breath caught. She was really doing this. She'd never actually seen a guy in real life naked besides Declan...and here they were.

The fuzzy feeling was chased off by adrenaline, though, as she saw the camera. She opened her mouth to protest before he cut her off. She bit her lip - it was true, she couldn't tell him no...and she might want to see it later.

"Promise you won't show anyone else?" she confirmed.

She saw the sleep mask, eyes going wide, but didn't bother to complain as he put it over her eyes, blocking everything out. It was immediately disorienting, and felt like she'd instantly grown extra nerve endings, skin monitoring everything around her.

"So what do you want me to do?" she asked with a small smile, not having missed the part where he said she was expected to follow instructions.

As he secured the mask, Emmett whispered in her ear "This is just for you and me, Auden, my little lovely. I wouldn't share you with anyone". His voice, husky and low pitched to thrill and delight. He stroked her hair as he continued. "Lets begin by you opening your pretty, pretty little mouth and wait there for me to return while I make sure everything is perfect with the camera." He nuzzled her neck, tracing the line of her jugular vein with the tip of his tongue and kissing her cheek. "I won't be too long." He chuckled, deep in his throat.

He stood and retreated to the camera. Watching her to see how readily she complied with his instruction. If she understood what he was looking for. He looked through the viewfinder, framed the shot, made sure the focus was correct. He saw her open her mouth, clearly unsure of the reason. He didn't feel like he needed to enlighten her just yet. "Almost. Tilt your head up, Auden. Better. Better. Now stick out your tongue like you are about to taste something." He finished up, happy now with both the shot and the subject, and returned to stand in front of her.

Wrapping his hand around his hard, nine-and-a-half-inch cock. he began to rub the head on her cheeks, and her chin, rolling it across her tongue for moisture. "This is going to be your first task, Auden... and your first reward. Make me come with your sweet mouth, my little lovely... And you will get to taste me. Like I'll taste you soon. I'm going to make you cum so hard, little lovely. But first you have to earn it. Open wide."

Emmett lay the tip of his cock on her tongue and as she stretched her mouth as wide as she could, he pushed into her mouth, filling it with his length, and girth. She looked so beautiful, her eyebrows disappearing below the mask as she frowned in pretty concentration to fulfill his instructions.

"Okay," she said hesitantly. She'd had her trust broken plenty tonight...but for whatever reason, she believed him. Not that it would make much of a difference if she didn't - which, she supposed, was part of why she could.

"Oh," she said as he whispered instructions to her, voice like nothing she'd heard from him before. She opened her mouth hesitantly, trembling a little, lips glistening with the remainder of the lipstick she'd put on for Declan. Her cheeks flushed as she realized what was likely coming, flashed on how big he'd been - certainly better endowed than her boyfriend - but she stuck out her tongue just the same, feeling foolish.

She felt him rub himself against her, and she did as she was told, opening wide. He stretched her mouth to capacity as she worked to make sure her teeth were sheathed. She'd never let Declan do this, control it - on some level she guessed she hadn't trusted him - and it took more concentration than she'd expected to try to just keep him safe. She wanted to use her tongue to massage, to help, but he soon filled her mouth too much for that.

She made a small, questioning sound, unsure what to do, and tentatively moved her head, sealing her lips around him.

She was not, even in Emmett's limited experience, the most knowledgeable or talented of mouths that he had ever had wrapped around his manhood. She was nervous and tentative, but she was warm and willing. He sighed 8n delight as the head of his shaft was welcomed and felt her struggle, but manage to take him about halfway down, he lips forming a seal.

"To begin, just start by keeping a good seal. I won't push you too hard just yet, but we're going to really expand your skills." Feeling the slight suction from her mouth, he began to rock his hips back and forth, slowly easing his cock out all the way to the ridge of his glans, the all the way back in until he could feel the beginnings or resistance from the back of her throat. Emmet didn't know how good or bad her gag reflex was, but he was happy enough for the moment just sliding in and out.

"Good, good oh yes, that's just right, my lovely. You look so amazing right now, your hands tied to your feet, my cock stretching your mouth. Just beautiful." He was starting to feel the precipice approaching, so he instructed her to stop.
"So good Lovely let me go now. We don't want to rush, we've got all night. At least " the smiled at the thought of a weekend with a willing, pretty companion. "Open up, as before. I'm putting my cock on your tongue, kiss and lick the head, and as much of the shaft as you can."

Auden wasn't entirely sure what she was doing - not having her hands or her eyes complicated the matter, and while she knew what her boyfriend had enjoyed, he just wasn't in the same size class as his roommate; a different skill set was required.

"Mm hmm," she said around him, indicating that she understood his instructions as she set her mind to keeping her lips firmly around him. She didn't know what "testing her skills" might look like, but she was willing to find out. It wasn't, she thought with a pleasant tingle below her waist, like she could stop him regardless.

She continued to focus as he pushed into her mouth, continuing until she was having to concentrate hard not to cough or choke, fingers tapping against her thumb behind her to let off the excess energy as he pulled back from the danger zone. His words made her blush...she had to admit, she'd be interested to see the film.

She opened her mouth when she was told, relieved she hadn't messed it up, then nodded.

"Okay," she said breathlessly, sticking her tongue out. When she felt him on her, she did as she was told, licking and kissing enthusiastically, though it was hard to work her way up the shaft without being able to see it.

Emmett reveled in the feel of her lips and her tongue nibbling at his length. She was enthusiastic where her mouth found itself, but tentative in her movements, as she was clearly unsure of her balance. He closed his eyes, moaning his appreciation for her. Her breath washed over his cock, sending chills over the spit-covered patches, while warming the rest.

After a couple of minutes, he instructed her to stop, and gave no further instructions, stepped back and simply breathed in, then out, bringing himself back under control.

"You've been so diligent at following instructions, Lovely, that you should get some reward." Emmett moved around behind her left shoulder, where he could kneel and reach around her body. he began to cup her tender breasts, gently at first but quickly increasing his ferocity. He rolled and pulled her nipples in his fingers as he leant in to kiss her neck, reveling in her vulnerability, her complete openness to his touch.

One of his hands slunk down her stomach and began to stroke around her pussy, feeling the heat, teasing with deliberate, slow touches, while his other hand and mouth upped their intensity again, in stark contrast to the controlled, precise movements of his lower hand. He tantalized her lips, flirted with her clit, but all the while, never quite making contact, although he wondered with her sight so obscured if her sense of touch might be so keen to extend past her body.

Deciding he had teased her enough, he calmed his ministrations on her neck and chest, and gently opened her with two fingers and penetrating her with his longest finger.