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Passion and Power [Temara]

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In a lot of ways, the irony of it was not lost on him. He had a kind of perpetual, ongoing amusement at just how out of place he was in just about every way, compared to just about every aspect of his life nowadays. Even the different parts he would have found near impossible to justify to each other a year ago seemed at odds with each other. But now, he just laughed his ass off at the impossibility, and took it as it came- to an extent. He had what he wanted. Why shouldn't he be able to look at all the madness and grin?

Rayner's head stayed in the present enough to pay attention to Celeste, glancing back at the television. Her words. The reactions. In a lot of ways, it would have been nice to give her completely free licence and support without qualifiers to let go. But he had to be serious in some ways. To really put his thoughts out there.

"First you need to be sure you have control, understanding. If you can know that it's your own choice to let it out." It was a world of difference between losing control, and letting lose. The two were almost opposite in nature, in some ways. "And make sure ya' got no regrets..."

He adjusted his grip, pulling his wife more tightly against himself, and kissed down the side of her neck, slow, deliberate kisses, each one lingering or pulling slightly more, letting the hunger edge on out just enough to say hello. His teeth slowly came to bare in an almost wicked grin in the middle of the sweet gestures. His fingers had meanwhile, been up to other things- snuck around the bottom lip of the t-shirt, his fingers moved not teasingly, but with great deliberation in small samples of things to come. His middle finger bent slightly, pressing down overtop of her clit and sliding back and forth a bit, the first joint bent and pushed inside, just a small fraction inside to press against her forward wall, while the other fingers lay flat against the lips, rough texture and light pressure.

"And there ain't nothing in the world quite like it."
 
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"A~ah..."she squirmed almost instantly, not quite expecting her husband to catch on quite so fast to her own intentions. Her grasp upon his neck tightened as she tried to resist the urge to squirm in his lap like some harlot but once Rayner got going, it wasn't too much later that he had her clawing at his back like some mad woman who wanted to pull him inside her and breath his very existence.

"You can say that again, cowboy..." she replied, already a little breathless between the startlement and the excitement. Her thighs split, curving upwards as her feet arched and she leaned a little backwards, allowing him even easier access. Her fingers began crawling, the nails sliding against skin as they moved upwards into his scalp even as her own head fell to the side, letting each kiss fall a little closer to where she desired even if it was still a long way off.

"I know something I'd like to let out right about now...", she purred, the husky not just oozing but flooding into her tone as one hand moved it's way from Rayner's neck and down his chest, and snaking in between their bodies in search of just that thing. It wouldn't take her long before those soft hands were moving past the belt line and in search of a rock more interesting than any other.
 
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Arching his back involuntarily to the nails, even passed the swell of feeling and sharp breath, he grinned. He was getting just the sort of reaction he was looking for. Rayner's thick fingers pressed against her back and trailed down it as he played slowly, carefully with her sex still, and let his lips chase all the way down to the base of her neck, near the collarbone. There, he stopped, and pressed his teeth lightly against the meat of where the shoulder met the neck, as if giving her a little warning, a reason to shiver just imagining. He let her work with that a moment, running them along that shoulder.

He let Cel play with it, and get a good grip, as she got more aggressive gradually working his fingers harder, pressing in further and lifting, going from the light tease to real play in escalation to match hers, until he was practically lifting her hips a bit with the pressure up and in from two fingers violently violating her, teeth starting to press against the meat.

He'd wait until she tried to liberate him, and sharply stop with his other hand to grab her wrist.

Smiling, but stern in stopping her, Rayner collected his wife and set her on the floor in front of him, standing up, and flinging his shirt aside before splaying his arms out and-

"Use only your mouth, Angel."

He'd look at her very directly and watched with a knowing, in control smile, and folded his arms behind his back. They'd be there if he needed them. But he knew Celeste was well up to the task, especially considering he was lacking a belt.
 
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Being held back from what she'd assumed had been his intention, she was rather startled to be placed on the floor, and him to be standing in front of her. Green eyes stared up at him for a few moments before tilting to the side, her hair falling attractive across her face. But as he lifted his shirt and spoke, she smiled. Ah, so this was the game they were going to play. Okay, that was---

And repressed a shudder as she looked back up into his eyes and saw the very dominant smile. "Yes, sir..." was all she managed as she swallowed the suddenly pooled saliva in her mouth. God, she loved when he got like this. And this time she hadn't had to coax it out at all. Straightening into a full kneel, she leaned forward and wrapped her mouth around the button and used the muscles within the tongue to push it through the slit. It took a little work, but nothing she couldn't handle in the right mood. Since she wasn't allowed to use her hands...

Her right one slipped down her body, sliding over the material and under the shirt until her fingers could flick at her clit through the soft folds of flesh even as her lips took the zipper and slide it down the taut bulge beneath the material. Her thighs practically dripping along her hands, she slid her tongue along the freed bulge through the silk boxers he wore, only as she reached where the head lay, she tilted her head and began to cup his shaft with her upper and lower lips, sucking gently, trying to frustrate him as much as she felt she was being frustrated.
 
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Celeste did a lot of things that Rayner simply enjoyed watching. She could put on one hell of a show, and all it took was some encouragement now and again. And even with the shirt covering her, she looked fantastic on the floor with her hair in a small mess, and that eager shine of play in her eyes. The sir was a nice touch too- he wasn't exactly getting chills hearing it, but he wasn't about to complain when she was giving in to him, with every bit as much of the attitude as ever. If she's been a floor mat, it would have bored him. But this was a strong woman he had on her knees, and he could still see that life in her even while Celeste started at her task eagerly. Very eagerly, judging by the hands taking up his work.

Oh, how he loved watching her do that trick.

As the pants started to pool around his knees and sink down, though, she resumed simply teasing him through the boxers, first a tongue, wet through the thin material, and then mimicking sucking, staring up at him so gorgeous while she danced along the line between working and teasing. One hand came forward, and Rayner pinched the top of an ear between his thumb and forefinger, pressing firmly but not tight, and rubbing them back and forth, providing friction while he steeled himself- and watched with the same passive smile of control and enjoyment even as goosebumps ran along his thighs and torso.

He'd give her a little while to keep up teasing before he'd gently drag her head away by that grip on the ear, and instruct her simply to "keep working".
 
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She grinned up at him, a mischievous one that let him know she knew just how much to push before doing what he wanted. Her legs already were having a bit of trouble holding her up. Because what -she- wanted, was him. But he didn't seem inclined for that just yet and as she such, she leaned foward, taking the edge of the boxers and began dragging them down his flesh, one side at a time, her teeth just grazing the outside of his thighs with each turn until he quite literally sprung free from the boxers and she took a moment to admire him, quite pleased with herself that it was 'because of her' that his shaft was so hard and ready.

With a greedy little smile, she pushed upwards upon her feet and wrapped her lips hungrily around the tip, sucking off that first drop of excitement even as her hand left her cleft and moved upwards, both hands caressing and playing with her breasts beneath the t-shirt. Taunting him with what he couldn't see. Twisting and pinching the nipples until they were hard pebbles beneath the shirt visible to his eyes once her fingers moved away to caress another part...of him. Her hands gripped against his thighs, the nails sliding into his flesh with just pinpricks of pain as her lips moved more fully over his hard member taking him fully into her mouth in one long steady slide until her nose was pressed all the way against his trimmed pubic hairs and her throat constricted around him with every breath.
 
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Celeste was a tease.

And while he had to keep that in check, he wouldn't have had it any other way. His body wanted to shiver with each little drag of his boxers, working her way carefully, letting him feel just a little bit of teeth, that at another point he would have had happy to dig into his hip or thigh. She was doing her job at the moment, however. His skin bumped as the cold air really hit his shaft, standing at attention while Celeste examined it and... evidently, dripped all over the floor.

Now, Rayner might have had a lot of this come naturally to him, but being "in command" rather than simply an animal taking what he wanted was a little further from the line of his natural tendency. Perhaps it wouldn't stay that way, though. This was very nice, as it usually was, enough to make him wonder why he didn't do it more often. Especially to see that he hadn't even touched her for a little while and she was enthusiastically working her hands, making a growing dark spot on the floor.

She coaxed the first sound of him, intent or not, as she came down on the tip and carefully sucked the bead of pre-cum away.

Her hands worked her self, but then seemed to get anxious, and found themselves on his legs, inducing just enough sweet pain in the right spot to rile up every nerve and energy in his body without coaxing him into the more... feral mindset in which the serious pain began to become pleasure most often. He decided he'd leave her hands for now, watching Celeste start to move across hims shaft and- he sucked a breath slowly, controlling himself as lips gradually hit the half way point, and then went further, forcing his head and length into her throat, a long steady motion that was about as much torture as she could provide in the position, right until it hit the root- his hips pushing forward as if to make absolutely sure she didn't miss a bit- and his body thrummed with that torturous begging for motion and release, though he was far from it, for a moment until it began to get accustomed enough to appreciate her little sucking breath tightening her throat.

"Fuck, Cel..."

Rayner moved his hand.

Placing it atop her head, he pulled her hair up and bundled it about his knuckles, gripping a large clump right at the root, and stood, exhaling with a hint of the sound of ecstasy, holding her nose into his groin, lips down to the very base of his cock. Despite that he was keeping her in place, he watched her with a fixation, as if unwilling to blink, and let the little waves of electricity enter his body with each squeeze around his length. Rayner held Celeste in place and watched. His grip should give him just enough control of her head- she'd get breath before she was at risk of passing out.

But she wasn't going to be let up just because she started to feel the want for a full breath of air.

Now, what was it he was supposed to say for this? Hm. Something like....

"Good giii~rrrrl."
 
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A chuckle tried to slip out of her throat only to choke a little on the shaft that was currently lodged there. Forcing the gag away by moving with it, there was the tiniest of struggles against his flesh before getting a breath. Settling into it, she curled her tongue around the bottom of his shaft and then bent it ever so slightly in a 'come hither' motion against the base, pressing into the ridge and so often neglected nerves therein. Her fingers continued to dig into his flesh, finding new flesh with each pass so as to not to oversensitize or numb any one given spot.

God, how she loved the taste of him. She'd forgotten it how? The musky fragrance of the trimmed bush at the base that held many fond memories of teaching him how to keep things trim. Releasing a small whimper, one hand lifted and cupped his balls for just a second. Just enough to help her tongue to curl against the shaft, giving yet more sensation.
 
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Celeste struggled, but in spite of the motion, he held her firmly even while she gagged. He knew she wasn't so far out of practice she couldn't get it out of control, and when she did so readily enough he only chuckled faintly under his breath. The mental commentary that a woman looked gorgeous with your cock down her throat was probably a bit wrong just in how it seemed to bizarrely cross all sorts of lines between sweet and dirty, but it seemed appropriate. Not that he particularly ever thought of Celeste as anything else, but it certainly sprang to mind just now.

"-ah! Ahhhh..."

Her nails felt fantastic, though while she never numbed an area out, just as planned, the longer they went the more they seemed to serve mostly to sensitize everything north of there- making it downright impossible to not to react obviously as her tongue started to work.

His other hand came out- he almost had to shoo Celeste away from his balls, but obediently she only touched a moment before the digits retreated. And boy was he glad they'd come and gone- almost as soon as her tongue forced itself out and under the skin, lifting it and pressing the sack against the ridge underneath, Rayner gasped and his eyes rolled back. Closing them for now, he grasped the back of her head firmly- anchoring her head all the way down against him. For a few moments he shuddered there, before he pried them open and watched.

"-ffffffffuuuuuck, good. Good."

He grinned and panted, swallowing hard and breathing while her tongue wriggled, even without much time passing.

"Can ya' get anymore?"

He teased her on, though it sounded as much like a command as a joke. Hell, she already seemed to have wrapped her mouth around the absolute entirety of his shaft and the surrounding parts, a heaven between the amazing tonguework and light suction. But if she was capable of more, he'd push her- not likely there was much any further she could extend the tongue, and he doubted that even with a hand to help she'd be able to fit either ball into her mouth with it already full, but as long as she was clearly working for him this time, he was going to get her to see just what she could do.

Not to understate what was already going on.

One way or another, it was a count down at this point between whether Celeste started to really get red in the face or he found himself unbearably close to finishing first, at which point he'd have to let her up for air.
 
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At his question, Celeste's face reddened slightly, her eyed wide. Was there anything---

Then she considered---she was already past the gag point....

She covered her top teeth with her lip and pressed it into the very base of the shaft and dropped her jaw ever so slightly, lifting her hand once again, this time using it to place the first of his balls into her cupped lips, letting them feel a bit of the suction before moving it tenderly and switching which ball was in her mouth. As long as Rayner would allow it anyways. And while her lips, mouth and tongue worked, the knuckle of the finger supporting his balls lifted and pressed into that ridge behind them and slid towards his anus but never entered, simply sliding back and forth while her throat worked his shaft moving ever so slightly, and only gagging every once in a while as she breathed through her nose. Over and over, despite him holding her, she managed to move her throat along so he got the sensation of movement.
 
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Rayner had a lot of plans coming in. He'd been going to abort the mission before launch and work on some other creative practices, really draw it out, since he usually had the stamina and focus for it. Those plans, however, went to the bin, as they frequently were at risk of doing when he got to discover new things.

With a little encouragement, Celeste was far too good at testing his control and endurance.

Her hands came up, and he thought about stopping them, but given the latest request he relented- and she performed admirably. Rayner's legs seemed to wobble, cursing as she put the first ball in, finding enough space to suck lightly before switching. And for them it didn't have to be hard- each switch gave him a jolt of a different, visceral pleasure that only compounded on the impact of the other sorts. And each time it figuratively balancedness him, speeding up his breathing. He preserved even so, slowly getting wound tighter and tighter as she continued, less and less able to pull away so long as Celeste seemed to squeeze enough air in through her nose to keep going. The white fire filled his shaft, holding it hard as an iron rod and spread up his body, along with the electric tingle of each touch to the balls, never leaving either still for long, working the poor man until he couldn't help but rock his hips against her face. His body, breathing tensed- as her finger traced along his backside he seemed so obviously nearing the edge.

But Rayner hadn't told her to stop.

"FUCK! COM'ON!"

There was no deeper to push Celeste, but he pressed a bit anyway, growling in the rush of the pleasure. Just a little longer, or more- and that was all in her hands.
 
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Well, she was getting a bit of air, but not really enough. Her face was turning a soft light purple, but being the stubborn woman she was, she was determined to carry through with things and dropped the balls from her mouth completely, both of them soaked in the saliva from her mouth. That finger that was pressed so nicely into the ridge towards his backside was likewise soaked as it dripped free. Which made her finger quite well lubricated.

Forcing her mouth open and closed again, she slid that wet finger back, and tried to focus on his breathing and muscle control. As she felt him relax ever so slightly between tense moments, the finger slid back and then curved upwards, following the crack of his body until the finger pierced him, moving into his anal canal with relative ease and then much like he had her moments ago began curling in a come hither motion that stroked the pad of the finger against his prostate, back and forth as she tried to push her throat open and closed over him, her tongue even joining in on the fun and pressing against the bottom of his shaft as much as possible. And still the one hand pressed nails into his backside, digging in with that oh so delicious pressure. Hopefully, she could get him to come before she passed out.
 
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The fact that her face was coloring, but hadn't gone and kind of dangerous deep shades or started with her acting like she might be faint only made it that much hotter of a scene to look down at. The balls had been fantastic, but Rayner was caught up enough to not really notice her leaving them alone, and they still ached as he held on tight to her head while Celeste worked on keeping her throat moving even if her head couldn't. He wasn't slinging his head, but Rayner was giving his hips little thrusts, all caught up in the maelstrom of pleasure and instinct at the moment.

And one little finger made all the difference.

"AHHH FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF-UCK!!"

Rayner's shaft throbbed and twitched almost immediately after that finger went in, and for about the time it took him to start into drawing out the first letter of his second word, all of that wet pressure and sharp pain in his rear, silky delicious sensation and sharp, mouth-watering bolts of pain, the pressure pulling out tight all along the ridges of his shaft, but most importantly the tongue and finger, followed by the wet soaking of saliva and a close tight between the throat's pressure and the pain. His hips got started into real motion-

Rayner was already screaming and cumming thick torrents of hot liquid down her throat by the time he started yanking his hips out far enough to actually fuck her throat through the process.

He lost track of time, but some moments later he was left fucking her throat, beginning to slow down and removing his hands from his wife's head as he panted and gasped. Rayner even shook slightly, weakly, showing just how much the intensity had sapped him for the moment, swollen shaft still throbbing and twitching slightly. Rayner stood- though it looked like a playful little shove could have toppled him onto the bed- and caressed Celeste's cheek approvingly, even if words seemed beyond him for the moment.
 
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Now this time she did gag and felt the bile rise in her throat but the thick flood of ejaculation pushed it back down again even as she felt the black sparkled behind her eyelids. But it was only a few seconds until his hands were removed from her head and she could pull back enough to breath; full gasping breaths even as both hands helped to keep him upright and she continued suckling, every twitch drawn out by her lips, milking the nerves and him. Smiling up at him as he caressed her cheek, she felt a bit more of the playful minx come back as she released that the ball was now in her court even as her finger continued to stroke him. Her lips curled into a grin as the finger slid back out and her other hand came around....

and pushed against his thighs, toppling him over onto the bed, dragging his still swollen shaft from her mouth with a loud pop before he thudded back onto the bed.

"Okay..." She grinned and spoke the next word slowly and teasingly. "...Sir." and knelt up, crawling up and over the bed until her mouth was just overtop of his shaft yet again. And it did lower, but her eyes remained locked with him the entire time, watching his every reaction as she bent over and used just the very tip of her tongue to lick the slit atop his shaft, once, twice, three times...."It's my turn now..." and sat there expectantly as she continued to lick at it, her tongue pulling out and licking, first slowly and leisurely...then a few times more quickly until Rayner really was twitching.
 
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Rayner didn't notice her own gasping past his own. Not that her breathing well right this moment had been a concern, so much as just that she'd be breathing before she passed out, and she was clearly upright. The white around the edges of his vision receded, but the pleasure didn't so much. The extreme, sharp power and urgency might have died away, but now it was just like it had flooded over him and left puddles of the feeling soaking into everything.

"Aaaah... aaah... aaaaaahhh~"

With each teasing suckle to draw out the experience he practically wobbled, hit with misty little walls of euphoria and little twinges of over sensitive nerves being played with. The sound he made when the finger exited, however, was positively disappointed.

And then quickly cut into surprise as he fell backward.

He managed to stretch his mouth into a grin, however, as Celeste climbed her way up him, nipples brushing his thighs as she crept up and let her tongue across the tip of his shaft- his body practically spasmed, electricity shooting out and Rayner's chest surged up before it dropped once more. He gasped, and chuckled, looking at Celeste with eyes lost in a thick haze of love and lust. Of course, she continued, and each response after he attempted to restrain himself, performing a very muted version of that first fullbody reaction. Control. Nice and slow and town it down to nothing and- the quick flicks seemed to be less tortuous at first, until after a moment or two of the rhythm going Rayner simply raised his chest up off the bed and moaned, shaking, the whole way gradually, slow, nice and easy back down to it, pulled tight by the actions.

Not that he wasn't open to Celeste's ideas or own turn. But she might have had to relax a moment and explain more clearly first.
 
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"Think I'm done with you yet, cowboy?" She'd lifted her head up to speak but then it dipped right back down and flicked against him again. "First you need to be sure you have control, understanding. If you can know that it's your own choice to let it out." She mimicked his words right back at him. "I wonder who has the control now...hmm...cowboy?" A little suckle off his head, teasing, watching his reactions before another flick. "and of course, no regrets...." Her hand slid along his thighs and hips before digging her nails in and dragging them back down as they pierced, even as she took him right back in her mouth and swallowed him whole, only a small backwards dip showing any signs of her gag reflex. But then she pressed on.

Her mouth enveloped him, and her tongue came out again to play with his balls...
 
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"Nnnng," his torso rolled a bit with the pleasure, starting to come back up and look at her again, but after a second of wondering he cracked a wry grin and raised an eyebrow. Oh she was going to mimic him, was she? Not that Celeste wasn't seeming to do quite well living up to the idea of controlling her desire- honestly, she'd do better than him he was certain, since he loved to lose himself in it whenever the time seemed right and the danger...

Well, there wasn't too much danger here.

But a challenge was a challenge.

Rayner bit down on his reactions and enjoyed much more passively, though he stared her in the face and grinned a wide toothy grin the whole while. The nails nearly undid him, a different sensation entirely to justify into the equation, drawing a sound of approval out of his throat, tense with his self control, deep and throaty. Rayner had never had any issues with letting his wife take the wheel her share of the time, but she knew very well what sort of road she was looking down when she started teasing him that way. And Rayner let her think he was too busy enjoying himself a moment as she sucked down deeper, showing off and moving to his balls. Rayner let her play a few moments, enjoying the whole thing immensely, as if it need be said, cock throbbing where it was sealed in and away, massaged by her throat, and the wet dripping out and around his balls while she massaged them. After giving a bit to see what Celeste was up to though, he'd take a hand and flick his fingers- a tiny little slap from the knuckle instead of the wrist.

It would repeat on her cheek, just high enough that it might make her wince, and then the other side of her face three times over- but if she made any indications of moving away there'd be a hand pressing firmly on the back of her head.

"Does my gorgeous little slut think she's in charge?"

Rayner chuckled, making sure she'd continue, with the heaving of his chest as encouragement, while the slaps slowly became a touch firmer, little bit by little bit, and finally grip her hair-

Celeste was in for another short bout of face fucking, yanking her up over halfway before slamming her nose down into his groin, hard and fast, before he yanked back on her hair harder, and held his wife just barely within tongue-tip distance of his shaft. He'd let her focus on the head for a bit, before slowly guiding it down along the shaft. If she stopped or didn't seem to get the idea, there'd be a little shaking by the hair to get her in line. After all- she wanted in charge? Well.

He could handle that.
 
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Her cheeks flushed from the slaps as much as from the comment, Celeste paused, not quite sure how to respond at all. It was easy to see the wheels turning so obviously in her head as she processed everything. But the fact was, he was saying it with love and affection. Her cheeks brightened a bit further. "N..no..", she tried to pull away and managed just that one word and hesitated, there were times in bed that she really seemed out of her depth.

But then she couldn't have responded further if she wanted before her face pressed to his groin, then right back out to where only her tongue could touch just the tip and it left her feeling even more confused and flustered. But he hadn't told her to stop and it was something to focus on and so she did, her tongue lapping over it with long and short lengths, flicking it, teasing it it before it was pressed once more against her lips and they opened in response, almost automatically. Small tears of confusion watered her eyes but she bent obediently putting her tongue to slide along his length. She, of course, wouldn't realize how pretty she looked with her cheeks flushed, and tears making her eyes shine out of her pale flesh even as she bent to his every whim.
 
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Rayner felt possessive of Celeste often- jealously so when other men looked at her too long and boldly, protectively when she was feeling vulnerable, and violently in bed at times. His wife, his angel, his fuck toy. It was odd, though, to feel a particular surge of more than one at a time, instead of an ebb from one focus or passion to another. She looked so confused he wanted to coddle and comfort her and wipe the tears away, but at once, with his hand in her hair, the tears also spoke to something else... something that didn't simply like expressing his violent urges and that she liked it, but something that enjoyed the little touch of anguish, the tears. That made him also want to slap her more, take that beauty on her knees before him and ravage her until she was left in shambles, make her definitively his own, and nothing else. No one else's.

The two seemed to conflict for a moment.

And then, Rayner lowered her far enough to reach his balls, trusting Celeste to know what her job was now as he put her face into his groin, and watched his swollen shaft settle across her cheek, a perfect mark of possession on the beautiful tear stained woman.

Sheer elation, too simple to be called anything but sheer energy or power, ran up through him at the potent mixture, as fingers lifted the shaft, wet from her throat and licking, and slapped her face with it, lightly with a dull but almost heavy thud, leaving saliva across her cheek. "My perfect little slut- the most beautiful slut in all the world. Y'er body, and soul, all mine."

There was warmth in his smile, his voice... but it was tempered by that something dark and malevolent. Something that wanted this to resemble a rape more than rough sex. That forced him to wonder how far he could feed those urges before he legitimately caused her harm. Rayner's will could be strong when he forged it, but in the face of temptation it was less... and it fought, and dwindled, and fought, and died.

How could he resist that?

His fingers lifted the shaft, and continued to strike her with the wet slap of mostly-hard meat, enjoying her sucking for a time, before he finally decided to pull her lips from his ballsack.

"What are you?" he asked sweetly, almost dangerously so.
 
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A hesitation, ever so small stiffened Celeste's body, Rayner's balls in her mouth as her tongue stilled its work. Slut?, he's never called me that before. Yet, now he's done it twice.... and yet something of it spoke to her in a way that thankfully her grandfather's words never had. It curled up within her stomach, heating and tightening it. A perfect slut, His perfect slut. It spoke of belonging, of being cherished for who she was, what she enjoyed. But still...a slut. No matter how warm her stomach, there was the intellectual fight against the idea.

It was only as the second strike to her cheek occurred that the actual object registered with her brain. He was slapping her with his cock. Her eyed widened and she tried to back away, finding the resistance of his hand pressing her face into his groin. Letting the sac fall from her lips as he pulled her away, she did what she often did when she had no idea what was going on, she got sassy. Green eyes twinkled with merriment as if she hadn't a care in the world looking up at him.

"The one on top." after all, he was the one laying down and she was on top, which implied the one in charge. And she was purposely defying him. Seeing what game he was playing and if he'd keep playing it. As she spoke though, she reached up and dug in, dragging her nails along his thighs very quickly and with a great deal of strength. He was going to have a fight on him, it seemed.
 
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Two things flashed in Rayner's eyes, speaking of the duality that was meshing very well in him entirely on a fluke at the moment. Like a little recipe, one part that prideful burst of lustful affection she'd know quite well that he almost always got when she started being sassy or taking charge, the little bit of him that was thrilled to have such a strong partner whose confidence gave him his own- and had so often left them indulging the immediate impulse to shove themselves into the nearest private space and couple wildly.

The other part she'd mostly seen out of the bedroom- a flash of fury, prideful, violent anger that begged immediate wrath.

The formula fell in equal parts, and she'd be rewarded for her spirit with a burst of laughter. But not quite pleased as usual. A bit darker, perhaps.

"That can be changed."

One heel shoved itself into the bed and Rayner sat up, pulling her head back further as he rose high enough to do so, until he was grasping her throat tight with his other hand, quickly coming to his feet off the edge of the bed and pushing her to scuttle backward to to likewise, with her head now entirely under his control- and pointedly held down, almost as if bowed. It gave a good view of the floor, and his cock, at least.

"On top when I allow it," he released her throat, and now paced quickly across the room, straight for the stock of toys, dragging her behind him mercilessly by the hair, "because you're such a talented little minx. And on your knees sucking me off or begging to be fucked like a whore when I require." By that time he'd snatched several things up, holding her purposely so the poor woman would have no idea what Rayner had in his other hand.

Quickly making her wheel backward again, he hauled her head toward the bed until she'd practically find herself tripping facefirst over onto it. Sure enough, no sooner was she bent over than something burning hot pressed against the backs of her thighs. But Rayner didn't fuck her. Hair suddenly free, he'd toss the contents of his other hand across the foot of the bed, and retrieve one again, wordlessly and forcibly dragging her arms back behind her. Loudly, a metallic clack and series of clicks, and then another, he'd force her into the cuffs.

Rayner leaned over his wife, letting his shaft sit promisingly and his weight settle over her back, breath hot and heavy on her ear.

"And what are you?"

Pearly whites clamped hard around her upper ear.
 
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"Wai~!" She was kept completely off balance as she was dragged back and forth, mostly just trying to keep up in one way or another as she got her bearings. But he wasn't allowing for any of that, as if he knew the way to keep her complacent was to keep her on her toes. It wasn't until she was pressed into the bed and the click of the handcuffs came home that he'd begin to have a bit of a struggle. Wiggling against him, she tried to buck him off of her and thankfully for him, her abilities weren't exactly second nature. They weren't even third or fourth nature unless she was fighting for her safety or that of another. Tossing her head to the side, she tried to see behind her to see what he was doing.

Only to have his breathe hot and heavy into her ear and she felt the telltale drip down her thighs and for just a moment softened her response. "I---" And then her mind replayed the click of the handcuffs and she began her struggle anew. "You are going to release me, right now." She tried her best commanding voice, the one that got secretaries and board members moving to do their best to please her. She was struggling for control though, and her body was giving her away.
 
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The wiggling was more fun than she could know. He pressed back firmly, holding her down as the squirming egged on the predatory instinct. She was uncomfortable, and he wanted to soothe her... nearly as much as he wanted to just sink his teeth, and shaft, into her. Neither one especially more than the other at the moment.

The direct defiance, however, threw out any questions of gentleness, no more of that than was necessary. And of what he knew of Celeste...

Suddenly, the first spank rang across the room as he laid a palm hard across her ass, to make sure she knew why she was being spanked. Repeating, the motion echoed twice more. He grabbed another thing off the bed, flipping the tail of the shirt above her, satisfied with the immediate reprimand, and moved on. A rounded, almost rubbery head forced itself against the pucker of Celeste's anus, and without bothering to find a source of lube, Rayner drove the toy into her rear right up to the splaying base.

The spanking would then resume.

"No. You- are going to- learn- some manners-" he spoke in the lapse between each slap, laying into her with the main course now that the thick presence in her ass was there to make each motion all the more significant. He was more than willing to shove her down with a hand on the back of her neck or reign her in by the hair if she tried to struggle. She'd be glowing red and raw by the time he was done, and, panting slightly, dragged her up onto the bed by her hair once more. Violently he'd yank her up onto it, then shove her over onto her back, taking advantage of her bound limbs and his upper body strength.

"And put that mouth to better use."

But he didn't kiss her, or even shove his shaft against her lips. Even if he had to hold her down relentlessly, Rayner would climb up over her head, moving to the next step her impudence had so rudely interrupted. Cheeks spread with a hand, Rayner sat himself over her face, moving his ass over her mouth. He was plenty cleaned up for play, and while it didn't match watching her throat bulge around his shaft, the motion served. A gesture to give her a sense of her place as his slut, and pleasure him, whilst he reached back and took a hold of something from between her legs.
 
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Her eyes bugged out as the first slap connected and as much as her mouth opened in shock, not a single noise came out. And then she felt her ass spread wide and the prod of some round object at the pucker of her ass. But even before she could fully acknowledge what was there, it was being shoved in and up and a cry stretched out from her throat, leaving her gasping for breath.

"Ray---" but she didn't get any further before the spanking continued, and so startled was she that she cried out again, confused and a little frightened. What was going on? This wasn't like Rayner at all. Her sphincter muscles clenched around the rod, using it strangely enough as her grip on reality, but it also served to turn her on further. As much as she liked being in control, she REALLY liked this. Her face shoved into the bed as she tried to muffle her screams, but that was her only struggle; she was far too shocked for anything else. Her ass hurt, he'd been rather unceromonious about shoving it in and it felt overly tight, and her ass was red and raw. But all of that was lost as she went blind for a second with the pain as his rough fingers gripped her scalp and dragged her entire weight up and onto the bed.

And she landed hard, another cry of pain echoing around the room, the shaft of the dildo moving against her in painful ways that made her glad she wasn't completely human anymore and yet still excited her. "I don't...", but the thought didn't get the opportunity to finish as she shook her head to get the hair out of the way in time to see him crawling up her body. What was he doing? But as he turned around, her face blushed a bright pink. He was...she was supposed to...Swallowing the saliva that had built up in her throat, she realized belatedly what a bad idea that'd been. Shrugging her shoulders to adjust for the discomfort, she arched her neck and darted her tongue out, taking a tentative lick, not at the pucker, but around the edge before it crawled across the little ridge nerve that attached his ball sack to his anal entrance. Little teasing pressure before slowly becoming encouraged by the idea.

Back and forth her tongue moved, sliding along that ridge before pressing just barely inside the pucker of his ass and back out again. Light teasing touches. Between her legs, her thighs dampened even further as she played, a little scared of Rayner and just trying to please them, frantically worrying that he'd completely lost it and she could figure out what to do. She wouldn't admit that even as she was scared, she was enjoying it and soon became absorbed in her work until finally, her face reached up between his cheeks and she pinched a bit of the flesh of his pucker and sucked, pulling it out enough to then press and lick her tongue against it, figuring if he enjoyed himself enough, he'd lose control and she could figure out what to do.
 
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Celeste's plan worked... to a degree, at the least.

No one could say that she hadn't been trained well, nor that she wasn't a good student. The start was tentative, but she moved up the line of nerves and made his muscles tighten and loosen again, body rocking ever so slightly with the slow surge of pleasure down his spine. She worked that particular nerve ending, dampening him up between the legs to begin to match Celeste's own clearly growing problem. Humming growing into groans began, slowly from his mouth as she dared to push her tongue inside but for a moment, losing herself into the task.

"That's better," his voice wasn't the sort of manic that Celeste had seemed to be expecting, some kind of violent snap- instead it was encouraging, loving. Affectionately, he massaged a breast while she worked, scarred hands playing across the smooth flesh, rubbing across each surface in turn and lifting it, pressing just a bit, circling the nipple purposefully, playing more than applying pressure.

One hand moved to them main attraction though, sliding down across her belly. He stopped between her legs; pressing his palm and feeling the dripping moisture, grin growing as he encouraged it a bit with some pressure, palm rubbing slowly back and forth across where the lips concealed the clit. And then he took the other end of the device between her legs, lifting it as he sat back, pressing down on her face lightly while he pinched the nipple between the sides of two fingers.

"That's a- ah, that's a good girl."

His right hand gave a squeeze, and the vibrator in Celeste's ass pressed out against her, expanding slightly and pushing against its constraints.

He was tensed with that, half expecting an outburst of violent squirming, some kind of surprised resistance; he'd hold her down with merciless force, if he had to putting an ankle behind her head to hold it against his backside, and all the while shush gently and lovingly massage her breast and side until she could calm herself.

The second one was as big at the first, but more gradual.
 
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