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mickie-l-jaymz:

*she gasped due to the sensation of both the ice and his lips following its trail, burrowing her hands in her own hair to keep herself from trying to move out of the way as a reflex; ot was a setup she liked indeed, every moment of it; her back arched once more underneath his touch and a long moan came over her lips at both the feeling of his touch as well as the sight*

*glancing up at Mickie from between her legs, past her breasts and arched body, Ryan kept circling her lips until the ice cube was entirely melted; and yet, he had never once dipped his tongue past those now wet lips; nor did he ever let his lips touch her most sensitive spot; Ryan kept teasing, capturing her eyes with his; if she wanted more, she would have to resort to what he loved so much coming from her: begging and being vocal*

mickie-l-jaymz:

*Before she could get all too enthusiastic about it, he stopped her. It was alright though because there had been the thought already lurking at the back of her head about what to do if this would become too arousing at some point; willingly, she put her hands under her head, presenting him with another different view at her body, only to twitch for a second when the frozen water touched her skin; there had been no huge strain, no pain, not too much of an effort so far, and yet this was nevertheless intense, as intense as she had gotten used to things to be with Ryan; her expression softened more and more while she looked at him; she had so much love for this man, way beyond their sexual relationship, and the safety she experienced with him was overwhelming*

*the ice cube followed an invisible path, leaving a wet trail that glistered in the flickering firelight behind; Ryan accompanied it on it’s journey with his eyes, until it reached the pubic mound and where Mickie’s fingers had been only moments ago; once there, he picked up the frozen cube, holding it delicately between thumb and index finger as he ran it along his own lips; only then, he made eye contact with Mickie, slowly sinking down from his kneeling position until he basically lay on the carpet as well, his face situated between the woman’s legs; delicately, he kissed her lower lips, using the ice cube to paint his path that he followed with equally cold lips*

mickie-l-jaymz:

*it was forbidden, strictly forbidden; breaking with her `performance´ for a moment, she bit her lip; it was one thing that she initially shied away from the idea of touching herself while not just under his gaze, but focused observation; but what was way more pressing was the fact that this was one of the basic rules - her body was his, not hers to touch. It was a basic part of their shared understanding of who had a saying in this and who not, of what was acceptable and what not for them in their extraordinary relationship - and her touching herself the way she pleased was out of those limits, usually. Completely. But there was no delaying this - his orders were, yet made without words, unmistakable. And it was tempting in a way, despite her hesitation due to the rules, especially because she had not done this in quite a long time by now. She was well aware that he would be able to read her - but that was something she was okay with; slowly, her hand found its way down beneath her legs; her vision blurred momentarily despite her efforts to keep her own gaze focused on him*

*Ryan could get indignant due to her hesitation, but quite the contrary, it pleased him; it showed how deeply imprinted his - their - rules were in her; he had given a clear, even if wordless order and Mickie was hesitating because following different rules, major rules established between them, blocked her from fulfilling his wish immediately; he had trained her well; while some dominants surely wanted a slave that mindlessly followed all rules and orders, overthrowing everything just at a word of their master, Ryan had always strived for intelligent obedience; and obey him she did, just showing that she didn’t just turn off her brain as soon as she lay naked on her back*

*for a moment, Ryan just watched; it was a private, special and very delicate show just for him; it was just as much an extraordinary experience for him - just watching, no touching himself - as it was for her; and it showed because, after some time, he grew impatient and unwilling to “just watch”* Stop. *an easy command, not yelled or barked, but simply and calmly spoken with the knowledge that the order would be obeyed immediately anyway, even without him raising his voice; fishing an ice cube out of the ice bucket, Ryan joined his wife on the carpet* Hands under your head. *he ordered once more calmly before he placed the ice cube down underneath Mickie’s navel, watching it slide down her heated body, following the arch*

mickie-l-jaymz:

*she had started out rather shyly; despite her being used to show off her body, this was a very different way, intimate way of doing so; another thing that was different compared to their usual play was that she in a way in charge for the time being; he had seen her in all kinds of stages of pain and lust by now, in all kinds of desire, pain, need, breakdown, but for once, she was, at least within a very limited range, limited by him of course, able to decide herself about what he got to see; and so she became bolder, slowly, her touches getting more lascivious while she was carefully searching for the right middle way to walk here*

*his glass was empty, the last drops glistening on the bottom as he lazily swirled the glass in his hand; his attention was certainly not on the lack of alcohol, however; who needed that anyway when a woman lolled in front of you in such a lewd way*

*sliding forward in his chair a bit, Ryan wordlessly reached out with his leg; he could reach her legs with his foot, and with some pressure, nudged one of Mickie’s legs to the side so she had to spread them some more; a subtle nod and all of it should be enough to signal her what he wanted to see*

mickie-l-jaymz:

Mickie: I….hm, I guess I would have a general look first. At what´s actually out there. I don´t have trouble to drive a horse trailer, but I don´t want a monstrous thing to drive through the night.

Ryan: I don’t think it would be that different from a horse trailer. And during the drive, everyone has to be in the car anyway, limiting any risks. Maybe someone in the town has one to borrow for us, drive around to see if it fits?

mickie-l-jaymz:

*now this was a highly unusual thing to do; while the theoretical option to touch herself when he was not around was always there, she had yet only barely felt the temptation ever since their early days; and so, this was an exceptional thing; quietly, highly aware of every crackling of the fire, her attention all on him, she let her fingertips touch her own skin, her chest, all innocently to begin with; she ran them down between her breasts and along her stomach, lifted her hand up to go on down her leg as far as that was possible - there seemed no need to overstretch his patience straight away with the touching; this was exciting to do, she could already tell that he had been right about this yet!*

*such calm moments had become all too rare; usually, they spent them exhausted on the couch, her cuddling up against him; this was equally calm, so different from his usual antics; no sharp comments, no taking matters in his own hands; he was still in control, observing, but he wanted to create a situation that was as far away from the stress and noisiness of their daily life; and he ate her up with his eyes, watching her melt into the situation, hopefully accepting the comfortableness*

mickie-l-jaymz:

Mickie: ….smartass. I just…hm. A trailer. So…do we want to have a look at such a thing? It might be practical.

Ryan: I’m not... completely convinced. Maybe we could start by renting one for the trip upstate to my side of the family?

mickie-l-jaymz:

*that itself was no innocent request at all; she went over her own surprise, slowly getting into a so very different position; she was not used to exactly this, but this was where she was home, safe; and this was her husband she was up to entertain and her body she had been working on thoroughly over the last few months; the mere request sent shivers down her spine; so she moved, slowly, ran a hand through her hair, only to pause once she was up to touch her own skin; her eyes had been on him all the time, now she frowned, waiting for his reaction; was touching allowed?*

*her skin looked even darker and tanned as usual in the flickering light, a red and rosy tint lying over everything; only her eyes caught the brightest reflections of the fire, and Ryan knew them on him while his own wandered over her whole body, the heaves of her breasts, the flat-again stomach and the rounds of her hips*

*slowly, Ryan nodded, taking another unassuming sip of the liquid that burned its way down his throat; might she touch herself, create a guiding light with her hand for his eyes to follow; he was expectant of how much carried away she would get*

mickie-l-jaymz:

*she sat; breathed; in former times, he might have taken his time, more time, would maybe not have went /any/ further than his drink - but there was not that much time anymore - they both knew; and so she was not as surprised when it took not that much time until his next order followed; her eyes went up to him, then towards the carpet; she moved slowly over to the carpet, on all fours, to take her usual waiting position* Do you…wish for…something…special, sir?

I want you on your back. *he lets her know after another sip* Stretch. I want to see the fire and light play on your body. *and he would be damned if he didn’t know how well she could arch her back, make the rosy skin stretch over her trained body*

*there were still signs left of the pregnancy; some would fade over time, some would stay with Mickie forever, reminding her and him of the twins she carried inside of her; they made her only more desirable in his eyes*

mickie-l-jaymz:

Mickie: You would…want to do this to your Dodge?

Ryan: I don’t have the tow hitch because it looks cool.

mickie-l-jaymz:

Mickie: A small one.

Ryan: Mh....

Ryan: What about an actual trailer for my Dodge? Not a... a camper...

mickie-l-jaymz:

Text@Ryan

Mickie: Hm. I was thinking. About traveling and stuff. Should we think…about a trailer?

Ryan: You mean... such an actual monstrosity? With bathroom, satellite dish and all?

mickie-l-jaymz:

*a fire; a fire was goooood! Curious what he might be up to right now, she followed the request immediately; she poured a Brandy for him and handed it obediently to him* Can I get you anything else, Sir?

*he took his glass and lowered his massive body into the armchair; contrary to her, Ryan was - of course - still fully dressed* Kneel. *he simply ordered and then patted his leg so she would place her head there; running his hand through Mickie’s soft hair, the tall man enjoyed his drink and looked into the flames*

*then, he nudged her head and gestured towards the carpet with his free hand, he wanted to see her flaunt her wonderful body for him to observe*

mickie-l-jaymz:

*Mickie hurries down the steps in her supposed state, slowing down in front of the living room door, well aware that her steps down the wooden staircase have been very well audible for both of them; she slowly walks in, to get down to her knees some steps away from the door and sit down, her eyes on him*

*agreeably naked; Ryan nodded when Mickie entered and took her position; walking over to her, he held out his hand for her to take to lead the woman to the fluffy carped he had pulled in front of the crackling fire, his armchair just next to it, half-facing the flames; he gestures to the small side table that held an ice bucket with a bottle and a glass*

Be a good girl and pour me a Brandy.

x-fall-of-man-x:

Tell me whatever you guys want me to organise. I am so up for this!

We should make a list, but knowing Mickie, I’d say you will have no chance to help with the food.

mickie-l-jaymz:

….we will. I´ll be down with you in a minute.

I’ll be waiting.

*and so he does, standing next to the lit fireplace*

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