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Young Lust {Crimson and Azuriyuu} (Continued)

I moaned softly, my body crashing into yours as I felt your pussy against my palm, feeling you press against me. It seemed you wouldn't resist, which was wonderful. I moaned as you leaned into my hand and my fingers lightly stroked your sex before my hands had pulled away. I moaned softly as I could sense your body tense and prepare to take me as I reached up, grabbing your shirt and getting ready to tear it off as I bit down on your neck, before you moved, teasing me with a soft bite to my lower lip.

After the kiss broke and you spoke up, purring against my lips, I bit my lower lip. I thought about just ripping your clothes off and searching them that way, but I had no doubt that you had the shock collar or a taser. If I knew where the key was on your person that wouldn't be an issue, and I could use my superior reach to force myself on you. If I could manuver, or didn't have to worry about getting the chastity belt off, I would be getting laid in the next five minutes, whether you agreed to or not, and we both knew that. "I..." my hands pulled away, though the tension refused to leave my body and leave me be, still feeling a lusty, painful ache between my legs.

"...Fine," I said, growling softly in my throat, my eyes still clouded with lust. "I'll wait, but only because I know that in close quarters you have the advantage," I said plainly before I got ready to continue driving.

The remaining fifteen minutes of the drive I distracted myself with a clarity mantra. It was something I'd done to push down my sex drive whenever you weren't around, or when one of the lovers that you had approved for me(i.e. mom) wasn't around. Once we arrived, I still felt aroused, and my balls still ached painfully from being too full of cum and wanting to release, but I could act calm. I gave you a soft smile, my vision no longer glazed over by rampant desire. "Ready, honey?" I asked, smiling coolly.

...Of course once we got out of here and to my cousin's then I was getting laid even if I had to dodge a taser swing or two.
 
Swallowing a smile I watched you from the corner of my eye for the rest of the drive. It was a good thing you decided against trying to search me forcefully for the key since I'd taken to carrying your shock collar around with me. It didn't really matter if I slid it around your neck or not, all I needed to do was touch you with the sensor and push a button, turning the collar into a mini taser, something I'd done only a few times before, but it worked like a charm. While I was small, I did have the advantage when it came to small spaces, after all, I was much smaller than you, and quite flexible, so even if you were to grab me it would only take a few twists to get to the collar. Though I didn't really want to have to shock you, I couldn't deny that it did amuse me to use the shock collar when you were bad, after all, it seemed electricity was one of the only things that you really feared. No matter if it made me wicked or not, I would use what I could to get the advantage. Not that it really mattered, though, since you had your moments when you'd more than willingly submit to me. I made an awfully fun mistress when I wanted.

Pushing those thoughts aside as we finally arrived I waited patiently for you to climb out as I smoothed down my skirt. Immediately grabbing your hand and curling my small fingers with yours, I purred softly and gently bumped my head against your arm, smiling up at you. "Yup."

Walking quickly to match your longer strides I didn't pay much attention to the people around us for a few moments. Instead I simply pulled you down a few random isles with me while I wandered about idly. It wasn't until I caught sight of a woman who looked vaguely familiar did I really start paying attention to anyone. Head tilted to the side slightly I let go your hand and began to follow, curious as to why I had the sudden urge to walk up and talk to her. From behind, she was lovely, if a tiny bit homey, a wonderfully curvy woman who had, at least in my opinion, a deliciously round ass. While I wasn't usually attracted to blonds, I had to admit that, at least from behind, she was lovely, and her golden hair caught my attention. Though it only fell to her shoulders, it was still thick and slightly wavy. Following her down another isle my breath caught in my throat as she turned, suddenly allowing me to get a good look at her. She was pregnant, very obviously pregnant, and she seemed to glow. While scanning the shelves I managed to catch a glimpse of her eyes, a deep, sapphire blue that almost seemed to be flecked with green. Skin tone somewhere between mine and yours, she was absolutely lovely, and the swell of her belly made my stomach twist.

Even before I'd found out I was pregnant, I'd had a love and fascination for pregnant women. To me they seemed to glow, giving off a golden radiance that betrayed their pregnancy even if they hadn't began to show yet. While I was usually able to keep myself from staring or following them, she captured my attention without even looking at me. Unable to help myself I walked closer, smiling slightly and stifling a giggle as she began to chew on her full, pink lower lip.

"I can never decide what I want to make," she sighed, obviously speaking to herself since I didn't think she'd noticed me yet. "Do I want Mexican or Chinese? Hmmm, spaghetti sounds good, too." With another heavy sigh she blew a strand of hair from her eyes before I stepped close and smiled.

"I vote for Chinese," I purred, beaming at her. While I was small, she wasn't too much taller than I, maybe 5'6, though it was a bit hard to tell since I was distracted by trying to not stare at her belly. She was definitely pregnant. "That way you can have sweet or you can have spicy, or you can have both."

I couldn't believe it when she began to blush, smiling despite herself. "I never thought of that...but what to make." While she frowned slightly and chewed on her lower lip, I giggled and glanced about, looking for where you'd disappeared to.
 
Once we were closer the store I squeezed your hand once your fingers were curled around mine. It seemed that to most people our age difference wasn't a huge problem, especially after your birthday. However I noticed the grip on my hand slowly soften before disappear altogether as I watched you... wander off. "You..." I shook my head and shrugged as you seemed hypnotized by something or someone. "Eh, do what you want," I mumbled lazily before I got back to the shopping at hand. I kept a somewhat serious expression as I looked around, grabbing a bunch of cheap things as I wandered about the store, looking at the list. It only took me a few minutes to find the primary items that I wanted, before I figured it was time to track you down. Well...since you were gone...I found myself tossing a few extra items that I doubted you would approve of into the cart.

It took a few minutes but I found you talking to... well, a gorgeous woman who looked like she was getting ready to have her kid any day of the week. I didn't have the obsession with pregnant women that you did, but I could appreciate the slight extra weight gain and the swollenness of their breasts, and I think I accidently cried out once when you were riding me and I was sucking on your nipples that I wished they were filled with milk. ...Well, I wasn't as articulate. "Oi, Jasmine," I said, before I stopped, looking at her, then you, and smiling.

"How goes? My girlfriend hasn't bothered you too much, has she?" I asked, smiling softly at the beautiful blonde, lookign her pointedly in the eyes, refusing to let my eyes stray down to her beautiful milky breasts even though they desperately wanted to. Just because me and Jasmine were polyamorous didn't mean a lot of people wouldn't call me an absolute sleeze for introducing someone as my girlfriend then ogling someone else two seconds later, as I lightly took your hand. My hand lightly squeezed yours as I held onto the cart lazily with my other hand, having taken now to dragging it behind me.
 
By the time you'd found us, I'd managed to get a few interesting bits of information from Sarah. First, she was married with a baby boy nearly four years old. Her husband was in the military, an intelligence man who spent most of his time on base. Secondly, they had a surprisingly open relationship, and from what I could tell, she enjoyed voyeurism a great deal, though was beginning to grow a bit tired of sitting on the sidelines since she was pregnant. She also seemed to be the rather touchy sort, something I noticed when she caught me glancing at her distended belly and grabbed my hand when the baby kicked. Without even meaning to I'd let out a little purr of delight and rubbed my hands over her stomach, smiling from ear to ear. Instead of shying like many people did when I got a bit too close, she simply laughed at my delight. So far, I liked her, I liked her a lot, and I had the feeling some very interesting things could come around should you ever get around to coming to find me.

Still giggling over something that Sarah had said, I turned quickly upon hearing your voice, grinning up at you with a giggle as she shook her head. "Bothering me? Oh, no, she's a doll!" Beaming at her before playfully sticking my tongue out at you, I happily took your hand and pulled you a bit closer.

"Bartiel, this is Sarah. Sarah, this is my boyfriend. Don't mind him, he's a little grumpy at the moment." The last words a loud whisper I giggled softly as she looked you over quickly and discretely. Somehow we'd gotten onto the topic of hair lengths and I'd let it slip just how long yours was. She hadn't believed me, but she seemed almost fascinated by your thick red locks. Though she was a few inches taller than I, it was still a bit of a stretch for her to look up at you, and I stifled a laugh at how her eyes widened slightly when she finally realized just how large you were.

"Jasmine, you should have told me he was so handsome," Sarah chided lightly, tsking softly as she looked down at herself. "Oh well, I always seem to meet new people when I'm looking less than my best." Indicating her faded jeans and tank top with an idly sweep of her hand, I couldn't help but grin. Giving her a quick hug and light peck on the cheek I couldn't help brushing against the side of her body.

"Don't be silly, you look absolutely amazing. You're glowing, and simply gorgeous!" Glancing at you I smiled suggestively, "Doesn't she, Bartiel?"
 
I smiled when the young woman mentioned that she thought you were a doll. That you were. Dress you differently and you could be anything, from an adorable teenage girl who looks a bit too young, to an intellegent and proper young lady... to a complete cumdumpster or a controlling sadistic mistress. Yeah, 'Doll' was definately a good word, I said, gaining a small grin on my lips when I thought that, keeping it to myself amusedly.

"I'm not grumpy, I'm just hungry," I said, crossing my arms and pouting for the slightest hint of a moment before I gave a small grin, not letting myself be irritated. I glanced down at her belly before looking at her, lightly taking her hand and giving a small kiss to the back of her fingers. It wasn't too heavy a gesture, although it was flirtier than most girls would appreciate their boyfriends doing. I knew you wouldn't mind, though, especially when you were quite obviously trying to bed her. I didn't particularly approve, but I wouldn't say anything. A lot of guys could get in a lot of trouble if it was ever discovered that you slept with them. I just wanted to make sure that when you slept with anyone who could be troubled by the relations finding out, you both made sure to be very discreet.

"Aa..." I waved my hand in front of my face when she said I was handsome and I smiled, looking at you, my eyes falling down to those gorgeous child-bearing hips. There was something wholly erotic about them as my eyes returned up to look her in the eyes before you looked at me. "I agree with Jasmine here. You're quite beautiful, Miss Sarah," I said, speaking with some degree of formality. Even though you had shattered the persona that I placed up, the 'proper' man, I still wore the shards of the mask when I spoke with strangers. Most people, other than you, and that crazy bastard Asula, tended to accept it for a while until I gave them time to put it away.

Then again, both of you had broken through the mask in your own ways; you through liberal application of rape and Asula through liberal application of fist.
 
I couldn't help a small giggle as Sarah's cheeks heated as you kissed her hand. She obviously hadn't been prepared for the gesture, and the questioning look tossed my way only made my grin grown. "If you two don't stop I'm going to start blushing," Sarah declared dramatically, covering her cheeks with her hands even as I laughed full out. "He's a charmer, isn't he? How do you think he got me," I purred sweetly, batting my eyes innocently. From the purse sitting in the basket of Sarah's cart I could hear her cell phone ringing and she sighed, excusing herself to answer the call. Not wanting to invade her space, I snuggled against you instead, slipping an arm beneath your coat so I could idly brush my nails over the soft silk of your shirt.

A moment later she hung up and smiled before letting out a soft sigh. "Well, it seems I have to be heading home. It was wonderful meeting you Bartiel," she smiled, nodding to you before her attention returned to me. "Jasmine could I talk to you for a second?" Waiting for my nod and letting out a breath I hadn't realized she'd been holding, I quickly extracted myself from your side, purring softly as I followed her around the end of the isle. Stopping near the check out she smiled as I stepped close, glancing about quickly to make certain no one was close enough to hear us. "I was wondering....and I apologize if this is too personal of a question, but, are you and Bartiel serious?" Taking my slightly widened eyes as something other than my amusement, she quickly stumbled on, blushing a bit as she tried to mollify me. "What I mean is, would you two like to come over to the house sometime? I'm usually home by myself and I would really like to spend a bit more time with the two of you." From the tone of her voice, and the look in her eye I could tell she wasn't just asking for a bit of company, and I couldn't even begin to hide my smile.

"Well, I don't think we really have much planned for the next few days," I began slowly, watching her perk up a bit. "And Bartiel seems to like you...So, if it's alright with him, I'm sure we can come up with sometime we can swing by. After all, I wouldn't want you to be stuck in the house by yourself. That must be terribly boring." Smiling sweetly as she gave me a quick hug, we exchanged numbers quickly before I bounced back to you. Immediately slipping an arm around your waist and tucking myself securely against your side, I grinned up at you.

"So, ready to head home yet?"
 
I smiled as you called me a charmer, and I just grinned. "Hey, I just do what I feel like," I said, wrapping an arm around you as you ran your fingers along my silken shirt. I loved this shirt, it was so soft. I gave a soft raise of the eyebrow as Sarah said she was happy to meet me, and I smiled. "Pleasure to meet you too, miss," I said before you were asked for. I raised an eyebrow before I nodded. That gave me a minute to wander about.

While you were out with her, I decided to get in line, seeing as I'd gotten just about everything that we wanted, relaxing as I waited. My cell phone went off, causing me to jump before I pulled it out. "Onyx," I said my last name casually, not having reckognized the number before I heard a farmiliar voice that once seemed adolescent, but it was beginning to grow less so. "Afternoon, Bartiel," I heard and instantly perked up. "Vision!" I said cheerily, before I began to talk to him. We laughed and shared stories, before he started to tell me about one of his times in Japan. "...Heh? Jasmine would probably be interested in hearing that..." he said, chuckling lightly. Vision told him that he was beginning making some money selling sex toy designs to H.M.P.(Whoever they were), and he ended up secretly being friends with benefits to a Japanese gravure model(Again, no idea what that was, but Vision explicitly said they were "Not-porn stars"). The conversation grew a little darker when he mentioned he was also developing something for self-defense, but we cheered back up when I decidedly moved it onto feng shui and how he should try to design things that are nicer to look at.

When I felt an arm around my waist I smiled and hugged you. "Gotta go, Vision. Yeah, send the examples to Yuan's address," I said, smiling and grinning, before hanging up as we went through the checkout. "That was Vision. He's screwing a not-porn star and making sex toys for... some company, I don't remember," I said with a shrug and a grin. "Using a pseudonym on the latter of course, and just being quiet about the former."
 
Immediately perking up about the news from Vision I couldn't help a giggle, eyes twinkling wickedly as I snuggled against you. "A not-porn star you say? Hm...looks like I'll have to make a new friend. You'd better tell him to send some of those toys my way. I always need something new to entertain myself." Giggling again and snuggling against your side I smiled at Sarah as she pushed her cart through the doors, noting the way her eyes lingered on you for a moment. Oh yes, things would be very interesting if I could convince you to go over with me. As for Vision, I couldn't wait to see him again, it had been too long since I'd last seen your little brother, and I found I missed him much more than I'd expected. While it was nice to be able to talk to him via webcam, our "chats" had become a bit more explicit and I was curious to see just what might happen when he finally came back. After all, he was like a brother to me, a very cute, short little brother that was very well endowed. I might be in love with you, but you hadn't said I couldn't play with Vision, after all, we both had a very intimate relationship with Delilah.

Once through the check out and headed back to the car my mind began to drift a bit, attention focusing on just how I was going to handle you once we'd gotten to Yuan's. If I took the chastity off too quickly I already knew what would happen, but it could be fun to just let you go all out. It had been a week or so since the last time you'd been completely dominant, and I was beginning to crave the aches and pains again. It was a shame we hadn't taken your motorcycle, gods knew how much fun we could have on it, but the car could have its uses as well.

Chewing on my lower lip and almost giggling at the thought of letting you lose in the parking lot, I quickly retrieved the key from beneath your seat as you loaded in the bags. I couldn't very well leave it under the seat, you'd find it eventually, and if you decided to search me again, well, that could have some very interesting possibilities. I may have cum earlier, but I needed to again, and meeting Sarah had only made the constant craving that much worse. God, she'd been beautiful, pregnant and glowing. Just the thought of her was enough to make me shiver. I needed to get the two of you together. It wouldn't be too difficult, you'd been attracted to her, it was obvious.
 
I sat down in the driver's seat, having managed to calm myself down enough that we could make the drive to our new 'home'. It was sort of painful thinking about it like that; we'd been sort of kicked out by Lowe for getting you pregnant, but I knew why he did it. He was furious, disappointed, worried, and needed to make a decision, and he didn't want to see either of us while he was thinking on it, so he could make a more stoic, logical decision. I hated that Papa didn't make decisions on emotion, but I accepted it, and stayed quiet, letting him do his own thing. As we drove home I watched you, smiling a bit as I noticed how you seemed to be slightly distracted.

"Yuan won't be home for about an hour," I said, speeding towards his place as we headed there. I was moving a lot faster than the speed limit, but that was because the sooner we got there, the more time I would have to search you for the key, and once we were out of the car, I could easily dodge if you decided to taze me. That was the beautiful thing of letting you dominate me as opposed to Mama; when you were dominant, we both very well knew that I was faster and stronger than you when I wasn't tied up. We both knew that I could flip and choose to throw you down and mercilessly fuck you over the couch whenever I felt like it, but I let you be dominant a lot of the time.

As we arrived and I let the car screech to a halt, I got out, and went to grab the groceries, humming as I did, my dark thoughts maintaining a secret as I grinned to myself.
 
Smiling at that little bit of news I sat impatiently through the drive, only coming out of my thoughts when we screeched to a halt before the house. Immediately on edge when you began to hum, I sat in the car for a moment, watching you before sliding out of the car. Having hidden the key in the small hidden gap between the silk in my panties, I hurried after you, hesitating for a second before entering. I knew you were planning something, the humming had set me on edge, but I didn't know just what you were going to do. I might still have the collar in hand, but you could easily take it from me, and I wouldn't be able to get to the taser I'd hidden in my belongings since you could easily keep me from reaching anything. One of the things I hated about you being so much larger was that you could catch me easier, and your reach far exceeded my own. Damn genetics for making me so small.

Watching you wearily and trying to keep from being too close to either you or a wall, I followed you through the house. I'd not really had the chance to go through and find hiding spots, or the fastest exits, so you had the advantage. Damn I hated when you knew places better than I. Sighing softly and trying to distract myself by looking about the house, it wasn't long before I was distracted enough to not be paying attention to you. It didn't really matter if I payed attention, you'd overpower me either way. Oh well, I liked it, so I really couldn't complain.
 
As we brought the groceries in, I continued to hum happily, acting like I wasn't aroused at all, carrying all of the fragile things while giving you the bag full of things that could be dropped without any harm, like the juice(In a plastic bottle), some ramen, some bread on top. Using the key I was given, I looked around the house as I noticed that there was a very obvious chinese look going on. Smiling, I headed to the kitchen, looking around. Ah... that would do nicely. Setting the bag down, I quickly drew an object out, and moved like a flash. Fun thing I learned about manacles while practicing nunchaku with mom. They make a fine flail if they're closed. If they're open and the practitioner was skilled, one could hold one end and swing the other and get them to latch around the victim's wrists. When I learned that was one of the few times other than anal that I was able to really dominate Mama; she didn't seem to like the prospect at first, but she was moaning and mewling submissively by the end of it.

A single, wide, five-foot step was all I needed to get in range of using these 'kung-fu- manacles I had Vision make for me while I was in Japan. They had an extra-long chain and a large metal covered wheel in the middle that the entire chain could be pulled into, pulling the victim's arms right together. Holding onto one end, I swung as if to attack, clamping one end on your wrist before I pulled, pulling the chain out to it's full two feet, holding onto the other end as I tugged on your arm, looking at you with a grin. "Drop the taser and the shock collar now," I said, keeping a cautious distance.
 
Dammit, Vision gave you toys! Yelping sharply when I felt the manacle close around my wrist I immediately tried to pull away, growling softly when I realized you were out of arm's reach. If I wanted to get close enough to try using either the taser or the shock collar I'd have to get closer.

Watching you closely I let my frown disappear, replacing it with a smile as I began to giggle. Grinning from ear to ear I let the bags in my hands fall to the floor, not caring if the bread got a bit crushed. Slipping small hands into the bag at my feet I extracted the shock collar and taser, setting one in each hand as I watched you, purring softly.

"Come take them from me," I challenged, one slender brow arching as I pulled myself to the very end of the chain. With taser in hand all I had to do was point and fire. Instead of keeping it as a stun gun I'd changed to the barbed hooks, counting on you doing something to try forcing me to give up my weapon of choice. With the shock collar in the other hand all I had to do was press a button and touch the manacle chain with the electrified collar. I may get shocked in the process, but I really didn't mind. You weren't getting my toys without a fight.

Forcing myself to keep my balance as you gave another tug, I simply allowed you to stretch my arm out, keeping a tight hold on both the collar and taser as my body shifted, grip tightening. "Just remember, if you don't get them at the same time I'll have a chance to shock you. I love the way you jerk and dance when you're electrified," I purred sweetly, eyes twinkling merrily.
 
I paused as you smiled, giggling before you dropped the bag. It seemed that you were ready. "Oh ho...Dual-Wielding," I said, a tiny bit of admiration, although there was some arrogance in his expression. I looked at you as you seemed to think that you would easily be able to touch the manicles and shock the hell out of me, but I had thought of that and made sure that even if they were metal, the cuffs themselves were horribly(Or in my case, beautifully) nonconductive.

"If you think you're going to get me so easily, go ahead, but you won't get them..." I threatened. I moved quickly, stepping in while holding onto the chain, making it seem like I was going to latch your other arm... but at the last moment I moved in a flash of speed. The first blow, aimed for your inner wrist, to knock the shock collar from your hand as I grabbed the chain closer to the center and used the vantage point to tug it to the side, to skew your balance more.

The second blow, rather than go for your other arm I went for the blow that was almost guarenteed to land, but had less of a chance of disarming you, sliding a foot out and lashing out at your foot to trip you up, following you to the ground with a flash of speed, pinning you with my body, hoping that I was able to get you to drop both your weapons.
 
Giving a yelped curse as the shock collar went spinning from my grasp I growled at you, hitting the floor a moment later. Forced to use my arms to absorb some of the shock I wriggled beneath you, somehow managing to keep a grip on the taser. Twisting under your arm I struggled to free my legs, knowing full well you could easily keep my lower body pinned.

"Dammit, Bartiel," I growled, struggling in earnest to wriggle from beneath you. "That's cheating! I'm going to kill Vision for making you toys." Eyes flashing as my hips tried lifting I ignored the shiver running up my spine as my body pushed against yours.

Oh yeah, I was going to get Vision for this. It really wasn't his fault, but still, I'd get him. I knew very well I could get my revenge on you, but it was only fair you'd used the manacles against me since I had the collar and taser. But still, I hated losing, though it would be worth it. After all, you still had to find the key for your chastity and I knew very well that search would be extremely thorough.
 
I grinned when you tried to wriggle away. Looking down, I noticed that there was an arm underneith you, and then I smirked. "They weren't made for sex, but this will do," I said as I grinned, feeling your hips lift up against mine, pushing down on your body, a dark laugh coming. Grabbing an arm, I used my agility and flexibility to pull myself into standing, and forcibly pulling you by your arm I jerked you up, throwing you against the wall before grabbing your wrist and squeezing, disarming you.

"Don't like it like this, huh...?" I asked playfully, smirking and pushing you against the wall. I found it amusing that you would try to defy me as I grabbed your other wrist and locked it, pressing a small button on the middle of the chain as the chain was reeled in and locked, your arms now only inches from eachother. Grabbing your hair, I pulled you into the kitchen, looking at you with a dark smile as I grabbed a knife.

Of course, I wouldn't hurt you too badly, and if you were obedient and didn't move, you wouldn't be hurt at all. It was because we had so much trust that I could completely stop holding back and be vicious.
 
Protesting loudly as I was suddenly pulled up, the loss of the taser made me growl low in my throat again. Dammit, I hated being unarmed, but in the long run it always seemed to do me good. That thought was enough to distract me for a second before I hit the wall, all the breath rushing from my lungs. Keeping my head from bouncing off the wall, I glared back at you as my wrists were bound, the warm metal closing tightly even around my small arms.

"No, I don't like it," I hissed, bucking against you before yelping. The sudden pain in my scalp was enough to force a small sound from my throat and I stumpled to keep up with you, body trembling slightly. With a hold on my hair, there wasn't really a chance I could escape, and my eyes widened slightly as I caught sight of the knife.

I loved it when you too control, but it seemed that only lately you'd give up complete control and be truely vicious. Before I'd thought you'd let yourself go, but now you were willing to let go of every last bit of control. If I struggled I'd get hurt, and that knowledge was enough to speed my pulse and tighten places low in my body. I knew you wouldn't really hurt me all that badly, and it was my choice to either cooperate or struggle. The former would ensure that any small pains I felt, the majority of the experience would be pleasurable, but the latter could go either way.

Watching the knife I pulled as far away as I could, a low whimper pulled from my throat as the pressure on my scalp increased. The knife was sharp and I wasn't wearing all that much clothing. So much for my wish to keep the tunic intact for more than a week. Oh well, you'd owe me some new clothes, again.
 
I smiled, grinning as I looked at you, seeing as how you were glaring. I looked at you, gazing into your eyes and pausing, seeing... absolutely zero fear. For a while, I had gotten used to seeing fear in your expression when I pulled a knife and carved at your clothes, but you eventually came to trust me. Truly trust me. And seeing there was a complete lack of fear in your eyes, I paused, holding onto the knife. For a moment, I held it up high... and then my fingers moved gracefully as I held onto your hair, no longer pulling as I stabbed it into the knife block without even having to look for the slit.

An instant later, my hips had you pinned to the kitchen wall as I forced a kiss on you. I had to calm down. I wasn't trying to rape you, or show you utter, complete force. I'd already shown that off, all I needed...was the key! And with that thought in mind my hands reached up, grabbing your breasts. They were somewhat harsh, but I wasn't trying to rough your breasts up, I was merely feeling them up, searching for the key...

My hands slipped under your shirt, not even bothering to remove the bra, but running my hands under the cups of your bra, searching for the key as I groaned into the kiss, using my hips to hold you to the wall, groaning as I did.
 
Watching the knife closely I turned my attention back to you when I realized you were hesitating. I wasn't used to that. Usually by now at least one item of clothing would have been on the floor in tatters, but you seemed to be holding back. Frowning slightly I tensed automatically when the knife rose, but a second later it was back in the knife block.

"Wha-..." I began before a low sound pushed from my throat. Apparently the knife wasn't needed anymore. Kissing you hungrilly and pushing up into your hands eagerly, it only took a second for me to realize that you were searching for the key, and I couldn't help a small smile. Usually the key was in my bra, as you well knew, but you'd have to look a bit harder this time.

Wriggling against you and letting out a low, eager sound I nipped at your lower lip. Arching away from the wall and letting out a small sound as my bra was pushed up, I couldn't help but pull at the manacles on my wrists, soft, breathless whimpering sounds pulled from my throat as I struggled to touch you.
 
I smiled and groaned softly as I felt your body moved at me, smiling as I felt the nip on my lips. My face pulled back as my eyes met yours', love and affection in them, though there was still a great deal of dominance in them, too. "Jasmine, I should be gentler with you... after all, you're the mother of my child," I said, one of my hands reaching down and placing itself on your belly before I kissed you again, squeezing your breast. I stood over you, still standing to tower over you, my way of showing that I was stronger than you, bigger than you, that it was according to my will as to whether or not you would be treated gently or roughly fucked.

Besides... if I just carved up your clothes, it would drop to the ground and be easier to find. My hands started exploring your dress, examining, looking for where it could be as they touched your thigh, smiling down at you before I leaned in, nibbling your earlobe as I allowed my hips to press forward, to grind into yours. It was much crueler, much more taunting to let you feel my hands on your body and for you to not be able to do anything about it until I found the key... in fact, tearing up your clothes and taking it was too good for you. No, teasing you, the way this damned metal belt was teasing me was only fair...

My hand reached down into your panties. It felt around, and, while I knew it wasn't likely, I heard mom say she once slipped something up there to hide it, so without warning, two fingers found your wet entrance, and I began to slowly stroke your slit, up and down. I used my finger to slowly, subtly seperate the lips so I could find the right angle before penetrating you with those two fingers, looking inside of you for the key to my belt.
 
Slightly shocked at the sudden turn, I wriggled against you softly this time, returning the kiss as a small whimper pushed from my throat. For a moment I'd almost forgotten I was pregnant, hell, I'd forgotten pretty much everything. While before I'd been used to the gentle pressure of your hands and the careful way you touched me, the last few months had been, well, we hadn't really ever 'made love', we'd fucked, and rather violently at that. That was what I was used to, now with the sudden change my body was left confused.

Shivering aginst you and letting out a low groan as you ground against me, I pushed away from the wall again, tugging at my wrists with a low, irritated whimper as your hands slid down my body. Gods I hated being shackled, I couldn't reach you, I couldn't touch you and it was infuriating! Being held down, that was never a problem, but shackled, I couldn't distract the shackles into loosening their grip, or wriggle out of their grasp. I was stuck, well and truly bound, and that thought was both arousing and amazingly infuriating.

Distracted by trying to free my hands, I didn't notice the path your hands were taking until I felt the probing warmth of your fingers on the wet heat at the center of my body. Gasping sharply and pressing against your fingers I groaned softly, eyes fluttering slightly as I sank back against the wall. Hips pushed forward, a small moan escaped as I bit into my lower lip. "The key isn't there."
 
I nodded when you said it wasn't there. I smiled as you struggled. I grinned. This was even better, even more of a horrible tease to you than simply being rough and violent would be, it seemed; it confused you, too. It had brought to mind some of my small regrets that lately we had been getting more and more rough, and gone were the sessions where we would just... be with eachother, me inside of you, grinding, kissing, touching and exploring eachother until we came, then cuddled until we were ready to. We still cuddled, but it was almost like sex and the gentle emotions of our relationship were becoming just slightly detatched. I didn't like that.

So I made a decision right then and there that today I would truly make love to you again. Of course, I would only do it after finding the key. "Oh...?" I asked, looking up at you, the coy look on my face making it obvious that I'd already confirmed it, but... I could dominate you without being rough, without using tools or toys. I knew that. I was using a tool, the handcuffs, but for now I would just use those as I continued to explore your inner depths, revelling in the soft, sloppy, almost popping sound that came from your pussy. It was invigorating, arousing, to look at you trying desperately to find a way to escape. "Well, then..." I didn't have a foot fetish, but I knew that it would still be nice to touch you as my hips pulled away from yours so I could slowly, my fingers wet from your own natural lubrication as I trailed them ever so slowly down your body, beginning to feel around, examine, to look for the key in your shoes, looking up at you with a playful grin.
 
Gods it was torture, but the good kind, the kind that made my bones melt and the fire in the pit of my stomach grow until it felt almost as if I'd burst into flames. I may complain sometimes about how much larger than me you were, but I loved your hands. You could work magic with those fingers, and you seemed to take delight in the fact that more often than not you could make me shatter with those digits faster than even I expected. But really, did you have to torment me?

Knowing the answer to that question immediately I couldn't help a small sound of protest as your hand pulled away, and I watched you curiously as your fingers trailed down my thighs. It took me a second to realize you were headed for my feet, and I couldn't help a giggle. "Not the feet, please not the feet," I purred, wriggling against the wall as I tried to decide how far I could get before you caught me. I could possibly make it to the living room, but I had the distinct feeling you'd catch me before I managed to make it out of the kitchen.
 
I grinned as I saw you beginning to giggle. I leaned in, planting a kiss to your thigh as I looked up, grinning. Heat had run through my entire body, heat which had been born from desire as I looked up into your eyes as you said 'not the feet'. I saw you wriggling and I made sure to get a hand around your ankle - it was a gentle hand, but if you tried to run, I would have a good grip to keep you from going anywhere. Reaching your feet, I removed your shoes, examining the shoes, turning them upside down before shrugging, and slipping a hand up into your socks.

Of course, I would be able to see it, and it would likely be very uncomfortable if I already couldn't see it, but that wasn't the point. My nails just barely scratched along the top of your right foot as I held it with my other hand, before they trailed the bottom, looking up at you, 'hmm'ing in a slightly over-the-top fashion. "I dunno... the key isn't here..." I said quietly, my face split into a huge grin as my nails trailed back up your leg.
 
Unable to stop myself I giggled and kicked slightly, wriggling against the wall. Above all, my feet were the most ticklish place on my body, and I did my best to keep from being tickled. There wasn't any way I would be able to stop you, though, and every time I tried to talk the words caught in my throat. I was used to seeing love and lust on your face, but you were looking at me almost as if I was something precious and fragile, I really really wasn't used to that.

Pulled out of my head when a shiver ran down my spine, I wriggled against as your hands started back up my thighs. The key was tucked in a small pocket at the tops of my thigh highs, but so far you'd not found it. Hopefully, if I moved just right, your fingers would brush past without feeling the difference. While I wanted to get the chastity off you and see how long this new found softness lasted, I didn't really want the search to end. So far, all my clothing was intact and I wanted to see how long it would stay that way, at least on my body.
 
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