I think I just wrote the longest post for one of my role plays in a long time. I’ve written long posts like this, hitting the four page mark; that’s what Word says. I know, my partner hasn’t even read it yet but I am so proud of it and the fact I was even saying I didn’t have much of a muse for it earlier today that I wanted to share it here.
Apparently, when I don’t have a muse, I get four pages out. Who would have known? xP
The Manor (with Mr Quixotic.)
It was easy to see that she was affecting him just like he was affecting her. It was easy to hear that in his voice, he was doing all he could to maintain his self control and his dominance over the entire situation. It was easy for her, even in her slowly muddled mind that Hawthorne Tisch, the sexy, enigmatic owner of The Manor was as turned on as she was and he was right in his element of executing his sheer will over her. It was the sexiest scene ever and she couldn’t believe her stars that she was here right now. It was like a dream come true except it wasn’t the most orthodox of dreams. It was what she needed. It was exactly everything she desired to feel more alive. Harper never felt so alive until now, during her entire ‘courtship’ with this unbelievable man. And he was all hers for the night.
Despite her appearance, Harper always had a hard time following instructions. She was a sort of a silent and closet rebel and her parents would happily attest to that with how much trouble she used to cause a child. Somewhere along the way, she turned into a quiet and meek young woman who didn’t say what she really wanted to say. Her actions said otherwise and she often didn’t listen and did as she pleased. This was just another example of that and she was kind of glad for that because it brought out the best in this man and his dominance over her. This is what she had craved; for a man to be so dominant with her that he didn’t hold back and she sincerely—albeit desperately, too—hoped that he wasn’t holding back one bit right this moment.
Her body was already singing with the many spanks to her flesh. Her skin and flesh burned in the most delicious way. The pain was so pleasurable it excited her more and she desired for more, to be spanked more, to be hit more. She didn’t like abuse and so long as he never hit her face, it wouldn’t be abuse in her mind. Especially if she wanted this. The pain translated into pleasure and it was exactly everything she hoped it would be, but so much more at the same time.
His voice was deep, harsh and so sexy, just the authority of it and the fact it was dripping with so much need, just like she was dripping with the need of him between her legs, spurred her on even more. Her eyes closed as shivers ran up her spine, just from the heat of his breath against her ear as he spoke. “Yes.” She breathed. It was almost embarrassing how breathy her words came out but it couldn’t be helped. Her body was slick with a sheen of sweat, as if it was a visual test of endurance for what he was doing to her. She wanted more. She needed more. “Yes, yes, yes, all of that.” She half-moaned, half-breathed and pushed back into him, wanting to rub her aching ass cheeks against his throbbing cock still in the harsh confines of his pants. She could practically feel him already thrusting so deep inside of her wet and tight depths, it was an even bigger tease that he wasn’t doing it already.
Harper pleaded, begged more than she ever begged for something in her life since she was a child and he didn’t give in. Oh, he had to want to give in so badly. That or he was truly a master at this skill and while he was hard as steel, he knew how to control himself to make her beg until any shred of sanity left her completely. She was so close to that but so very quickly, her drive to beg more dialed down a little bit. All of a sudden, he pulled her off the table, calling her a whore, his whore in fact and the title of it was enough justification for her. She wanted to be his whore, she wanted to be only his whore and she nearly melted in his embrace. His lips were on hers and it was the first kiss they shared and it was more than anything she had ever felt. She never kissed a man and felt like this. She felt it for a time with Steve, until the night of the ball at The Manor when she met Hawthorne and then her entire life changed. She leaned into him and her arms slid around his neck, clutching him to her as she kissed him back with so much passion, so much heat, desire, need, and lust. A soft moan came from her into the kiss as his tongue forcibly pushed into her mouth and she sucked on it with her own. It was a deep entanglement of tongues, a sexy tango of passion and need that made her heart beat faster as well as made her want to pounce on him and simply take what she wanted it.
As quickly as it started though, it was over and she whimpered at the loss of contact, her lips following his to bring him back into another kiss. Instead, he bit down on her lower lip and the very act was so sexy, so primal. A soft groan of appreciation came from her and mesmerized, she nodded her head slowly, her eyes opening to look into his own and more desired pooled between her shaking legs. “Yes.” She breathed, so consumed with the lust that she didn’t even notice him looking behind her. “I’m already going insane Hawthorne, I need you. Right. Now.” She leaned up to kiss him again but he evaded her. She wanted to cry out in frustration but held back and felt him behind her, a soft gasp coming from as his erection pressed between her ass cheeks. She pushed back as well, grinding back into his hips and closing her eyes, her head tilting back into his shoulder and she relished the sensation of it. So close, yet so far.
Teasing her nipples, pleasure shot down between her legs and she moaned softly, pushing back into his hips even more, as if she was really getting down with all the gyrating. If this was the closest to sex he’d give her, she’d take dry humping over nothing. But it wasn’t enough. His taunting words though…that was a whole other story and instead of embarrassing her, she only smiled, even laughed a little bit. “I can’t help it.” She crooned. “It’s your fault. Not mine. I’m the innocent one here. I’m—“ She never finished her statement and neither did she remember it at all. Her body was pushed back artfully into the wall and before she knew it, her entire body was shackled back. Arms above her head and wrists shackled. Legs spread apart wide enough and ankles shackled and she wasn’t going anywhere. She was on full display for this man.
Her nipples were peaked so hard, begging for his lips, his mouth, his teeth. Her body had a slight shine to it from the sweat that covered it and under the light, she didn’t look so pale. She looked like she had a lot of color to her skin, but that might be mostly from how flushed she was right now from everything he did to her. Her ass, which was pressed to the X on the wall was covered in bright red streaks from the whip and also had some hand prints still on her flesh. It was very red, very plump, very…spankable and it was still stinging so deliciously. She was shaved and completely bare, especially between her legs which was the center and core of her heat and arousal; it glistened slightly from the light. Her body was soft, her stomach was flat and there were faint traces of stretch marks that gave way to the fact she wasn’t perfect, she had never been perfect.
Could she beg? She already did and it wasn’t enough. Instead of answering him, she chose the defiant route and kept her mouth shut, staring him down with an audacity and tenacity that was so very unlike her. It was so exciting to be restrained up like this, her body on full display to him and at his mercy, however he liked. She wouldn’t be able to try and stop him and he could learn exactly what made her tick even more and how far she could go, how much she was willing to endure. That was even more exciting. The question was: would she even want him to stop, no matter what?
Something in her brought her attention back to reality and the question of begging when he mentioned Steve Kirk, her boyfriend. They hadn’t broken up and were technically very much together, albeit taking things at a much slower pace—mostly so she could enjoy her time with Hawthorne guilt free without the worry of deeper attachment and commitment with a man who was too safe for her. “You know the answer to that Mr. Tisch.” Her lips twisted into a grin and it felt like her inner ‘Izabel’ was officially unleashed. She felt like herself, Harper Collins, but this was the more depraved, deprived and cock-hungry slut version of herself. She didn’t feel as shy. She felt like being a smart-mouthed bitch who would evoke everything necessary from him to make him as ruthless as she craved. And that’s exactly what she was doing.
Before she could open her mouth to say anything else though, his fingers shoved deep inside of her and her head tilted back. It was the closest sense of satisfaction she got all night because he was finally close to giving her exactly what she wanted. She moaned deeply and her hips pushed up into his fingers as if she was so close to fucking herself on them herself. His lips claimed hers and she moaned again into his mouth, almost kissing him hungrily but even in her muddled state, she was able to see the gentleness of such a gesture, while his fingers inside of her said anything but gentle. All too quickly she was left with this empty void where his fingers were but was rewarded with such a delicious spank, it made her pussy throb. She got wetter from it alone and was left a panting and writhing mess. What would he do next?
Again, she wouldn’t answer, settling for the defiant little bitch she was acting like. So only when he began to spank her pussy with a flogger, was that defiant attitude leaving her and she once more became the depraved and deprived whore with a looser tongue. She moaned loudly and very quickly, her loud and deep guttural moans turned into screams of pleasure. Her body shook in the X-frame, the cuffs rattled each time he hit her and her pussy throbbed and hummed with the rising pleasure of her impending orgasm. “Please!” She screamed. “Hawthorne, please!” She didn’t want him to stop. She wanted him to fuck her. She needed him right now.
“I need you…” she breathed, her eyes closed, tears actually leaking out of the corners of her closed lids. She wasn’t crying because it hurt. She was crying because it felt so good, the pleasure was so intense that she hadn’t even realized she lost herself in a frenzied orgasm that rocked through her entire being, most intense at her very heated core that just exploded like a dam flooding everywhere. She even gushed a little bit, a small bit of a squirt of her own nectar and her body thrashed a bit against the X.
Only when it stopped and only when he would stop flogging her, her body relaxed back into the wall, into the restraints and she shook, hard. Harper breathed heavily and her head lolled on her shoulder. “Fuck me, Mr. Tisch.” She rasped breathlessly. “Fuck me like the dirty little whore I am.” Her body seemed to calm down but she still breathed fast. This was unlike anything she ever could have expected or foreseen.
Opening her eyes, Harper looked up at him and she lifted her chin, as hard of a struggle it was because that orgasm practically drained her. But there was a little hope when she smiled that smile of hers; the one that said she was still there, she was still coherent and that meant…”Drive me insane. If I am still coherent, if I can still speak properly…you’re not doing it right.”
Once more, Harper Collins challenged the ruthless owner. One challenge after the other and she’d always rise to meet each of them.
Word Count: 2,135.
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