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@emeryragazzo
I’m sure I’d feel that way if I had your confidence.. or your legs.
The legs I can't give up but I'm sure after a few glasses of this you'll be feeling very different. It's my secret weapon - so what do you say? You down for a few cups before the rush comes in?
Does this dress look alright? It’s itchy, and a bit tight.. but in a good way, right?
The tighter the better, I like to think. Show off what Gaia gave you baby.
fit for royalty - roen & princess
It was a good thing the club was crowded enough for the patrons to not give a shit, then again, which one of them would’ve complained about seeing Princess squirming against her own pleasure. Well, another jealous client perhaps, but no one had yet to disturb them, and seeing her trying to hold back in public was quite a sight.
His fingers curled inside of her and he pushed them in to the knuckle, stroking her g-spot to feel her muscles clench around him. Roen had the feeling that if he kept this up, the Princess would be messing the stool soon, and it was far too early in the evening for her to be cumming already. His fingers squeezed hard on her tender nipples and he kissed her back as roughly as he was fondling her, his tongue lingering in her mouth a moment longer after she’d pulled back. Roen let out a small breath when their kiss broke, and said,
"Wouldn’t want to ruin my slacks, would I?"
He withdrew both of his hands from her at the same time, one sliding along her thigh and wiping her arousal from her fingers. The other hand produced the platinum key again, waving it it before her wide, brown eyes.
"So, lead me to your suite, Princess." That roguish, mischievous grin returned and the key disappeared into his fist as he leaned forward, dropping his voice again. "Unless you just can’t possibly wait that long." His eyes flicked to the hallway leading to the washrooms.
A flood of relief hit her when he pulled his hands away from her body, because she knew if he kept moving those fingers against, inside her, she wouldn’t have been able to hold back from the impending orgasm that was building inside her. Standing from her seat at his lap, she braced herself against the bar to gain balance on her shaky limbs. Raising one of her hands to run her fingers through the dampening curls of her hair, she contemplated his words with nothing but a small smile on her face, eyes dark with lust and alit with mirth.
The idea of getting fucked against the door of a bathroom had her clenching her thighs together from excitement, unfortunately, the risk of being caught by Gen or any other watchful eye was high and her paranoia and adrenaline were already in over-drive from their little bar dance. Without a word, she laced one of her hands through his, feeling her key between their palms. She began their slow walk to her room, hips swaying and mind racing with all the possibilities their night would encompass. The distance between the bar and her room had been enough for her to find her head, her earlier shock throwing her completely off her game.
When they arrived at her suite, she let his hand go, the key back in it’s rightful place within her grip. Unlocking the door, she pulled him in after her, shutting the door behind her with a kick of her foot. The room was basic but held hints of her personality all over it - a queen sized, classically framed bed with a sheer canopy hanging from it’s head frame. A comfy lounge chair sat in the far corner and among end tables, the window pane and under the bed various books occupied their empty places.
She eyed him again, eyes wandering over his form and she felt her mouth go dry - there was no denying her want, need for him. Placing the key around her neck again, the chain dipping between the valley of her breasts, teasing and tempting, she advanced towards him. Her hands were at the front of his suit as she brushed her lips over his mouth before they lowered and she was running fingertips along the length of his member through the fabric. Her eyes met his gaze before sank to the floor on her knees, unfastening his pants swiftly before pulling them, along with his briefs, down to his knees. There was only one thing she wanted before she gave herself fully to him, before she admitted that whatever he wanted to do to her, she would allow - she wanted him to crack. To want for her so much he couldn’t resist the tension that built between them any longer and finally take her like he was starving for it.
Emery let her hands run up the sides of his strong thighs, her eyes still on his before they drifted down to look at member for the first time. She sucked in a harsh breath through her lips, feeling herself grow wetter at the sight. Her fingers wrapped around his base and without hesitation she brought his sensitive head to her mouth, tongue swirling around him as her hand started to pump in slow, shallow strokes. The taste of him on her tongue had her moaning, sending vibrations through him before she pulled off with a slight pop.
“You taste good,” she finally spoke, her tone husky and low. She was still teasing, she knew it and he had to as well. She pressed a kiss to his tip, lips becoming slick with a mix of his pre-cum and her saliva all the while her hand still moved. Without warning, she stopped her hand and engulfed him deeply, cheeks straining to spread wide enough around the thickness of his cock. It was heaven and she had to close her eyes to hide the pleasure she found in the act. She felt him at the back of her throat and held him there, tongue massaging against his underside before she pulled back abruptly, her hand moving around him again, fingers tightening and wrist stroking, up and down, still in the slow pace she had before.
"I’m sure you hear it all the time…if not, then that is truly a crime." He laughed at her response and shook his head. "No…have you ever seen the movies or the tv show Gidget? It’s definitely a compliment, I promise.” He winked at her, taking a sip of his drink. “You’re short and spunky. Like Gidget…” He laughed slightly. “I probably sound like an idiot.”
"I can't say that I have but...Sandra Dee right?" Her father had been a fan of movies he'd grown up with but Emery, herself, found them tacky. "Don't worry about it - I've found idiots are much more fun to talk to. Know how to keep me on my toes and have a real good stupid time," her smile was mocking but her eyes were bright in amusement.
fit for royalty - roen & princess
He felt her reaction to his touch throughout her entire body, and Roen held her close as she began to squirm. The hand on her shoulder moved along the back of her neck and then down to the small of her back, pushing her hips closer to his fingers as she writhed against him. There was no point in trying to hide his hard-on now, not with the way she was moving, and simply feeling the wetness on his hand was enough to make him aroused.
"I don’t break things, dear Princess, I build them. Part of my job." His expression was difficult to read on purpose, but his thumb pressed harder into her bud, feeling it throb under his touch. There would be no point in breaking something as fun as her so soon, and Roen could already tell how fun she would be. He leaned forward, removing his hand from the small of her back and reaching for another ice cube to chill his fingers. With the expanse of his back covering them from view, his hands trailed along her chest and down her dress, cupping her breast as cold flesh brushed over her nipple. He couldn’t wait until those nipples were between his teeth, but in due time.
And then Princess was passing the blame! His grin was roguish and he cocked an eyebrow at her, taking her nipple between his knuckles and rolling it. “Was it mine, then?” Roen asked, obviously delighted, and then leaned forward towards her ear. “What did I ever do to you?” The tone of his rough voice was challenging and he paused to return a nip to the corner of her jaw before he pulled away. The grin faded into a smirk as he looked into her eyes, his middle finger parting her pink folds and lingering for an extended moment before plunging into her, his thumb all the while stroking her sensitive button, and both began moving together in a steady rhythm.
A chuckle left her, the sound low and husky, at his response but it lasted short, as a low moan cut it off when he deepened the pressure against her clit. Feeling him hard beneath her ass, she allowed her moans and whimpers to falter, a satisfied smirk appearing on her features and the result was nothing less than magnificent. She felt they were on equal footing for a moment just before she felt cold fingers brush over her chest to her hardened nipple. Swallowing a moan, she bit down on her lower lip once more before the hand that rested against his knee lifted to twine her fingers through the curly locks of his hair.
Emery’s eyes were closed and face hidden within the crook of his neck again. She could imagine the image they presented, with her in his lap and his hand up her dress - their fooling around was obvious to anyone looking past the allure of the club. That only seemed to turn her on even more. Eyes fluttering open when he bit at her, she shook her head, the fountain of her falling curls bouncing against her shoulders. “Your face always looked so cute anytime I told you I was taken,” she sighed against his lips, leaning forward to press her forehead against his.
Pressing her lips against his had been the only way to muffle the moan that left the back of her throat when his thick fingers were pumping inside of her. She lost the need to hold back her want for him, her tongue parting his lips to mingle with his, the muscles dueling for dominance as she began to fuck herself against the length of his fingers but it wasn’t enough. Emery’s fingers migrated from Roen’s hair to wrap around his wrist, trying to halt his movements but he was relentless. Pulling away from the kiss, her lips burned a trail from the line of his jaw to his throat, “This is payback, huh?”
Beginnings | Gen & Emery
"Don’t be silly, I know who you are." Genevieve had never been one for subtlety, always doing things without necessarily thinking them through, not that she really cared. She spoke matter-of-factly, and didn’t like to beat around the bush; it just wasn’t the type of woman she was. So when it came to something like this, meeting a person she had heard about and having them know nothing about her, it wasn’t uncommon for her to just jump in with both feet.
"No- no drugs.." She eyed the girl suspiciously, realizing Victoria, Emery’s counselor hadn’t mentioned anything of that nature. She suddenly wondered if she shouldn’t have just taken Vic’s word for it when she said Emery was a smart girl. "She’s a smart girl— she’s just in a bind."
Genevieve set her coffee down and leaned back in the chair slightly, bringing her hand to her mouth, her fingers forming a fist aside from her thumb that rested against her bottom lip. It was Gen’s signature thinking pose- one that she was never consciously aware of doing herself.
"Although, now that you mention it and before we go forward with this discussion, I need to know of any habitual illegal activity you engage in." She knew it was a strange request, especially coming from a stranger, but Genevieve also knew how to read people. Studying them is what she did, it’s how she got to where she was today.
The sheer confidence in the woman’s voice was enough to have Emery jerking back in surprise – this Genevieve was straight to the point and harbored no shame in it. A smirk tugged at the corner of her lips because even in her sleep deprived and stress riddled mind, she could appreciate that. Although, the fact that she happened to speak with that much confidence concerning who she was, did throw up warning flags in the back of her mind. If this woman happened to be from the LES, where drug lords and blood thirsty killers were tracking her like prairie dogs, she’d made a mistake thinking this conversation was a remotely good idea.
Humming into her coffee, Emery nodded her head and waiting for the discussion to continue. For whatever fate had up its twisted sleeve to present itself. At Genevieve’s words, she furrowed her brows before placing the drink onto the table once more.
“My apologies, if this comes off rude,” she started, arms crossing loosely over her chest, “But I have no idea, who the fuck you are and if I were involved in anything illegal, do you think I’d be so stupid as to admit that to a complete and total stranger?” Emery’s tone wasn’t coarse; she spoke the words casually as possible not wanting to cause a scene in the middle of her second abode. It wasn't that she did have any immoral habits (her brother took that cake and ate it like a starving man), she just didn't appreciate the sudden feel of being in an interrogation room.
"I wouldn’t be one to argue with that, but I think you need more of a unique nickname, one that not everyone is called, or that everyone knows. Because you are just that special, darlin’. I think I’ll call you Gidget.
"Suppose you're right...but still..it's nice to hear," she shrugged before lifting a brow at his words. "Gidget? That sounds like something you'd call a gremlin before the whole scary monster thing happens,"
Fantasy Friday | 01
She was told not to speak, not to “utter a fucking word” until he told her to. From her position at the middle of the bed, she can feel him, hear him and smell him but he remains out of sight. Her hands were bound at the small of her back by the invisible force that was his word and her body, bent at the waist, face resting against the pillow he propped beneath it, is his to worship.
She felt his plump lips first; they burned wet trails over the backs of her thighs and his hands gripped her prominent hips to keep her in place. Up her spine, he kissed, nipped and teased her flesh till he was at her neck. He was sucking and biting at her, leaving marks to claim what was his, whispering endearments in her ear and all the while she remained silent – a sponge to all he had to give and more.
When his hands moved to swell of her hind, his touch barely there, she mewled for what was to come. The first smack had her gasping for air, teeth digging into her lower lip hard enough to draw blood. She could feel everything, his merciless teasing had her body sensitive, her sopping center throbbing and she let out a sob of pleasure. She laced her fingers together to keep them where he wanted and while her nails dug into the back of her hands, the second smack came and she couldn’t help but shy away from the pain/pleasure that came with it. “Let me,” he said and his voice held no room for argument. By the eighth smack, she was a messy of shaky limbs and low whimpers, her hips squirming and body flush.
“Please, please, please, please” she all but begged under her breath, hoping he wouldn’t hear her through the sounds of her moans and heavy panting. A hand rests on one of her pink cheeks as he bends over her body, his head nudging her slightly before she feels thick fingers thrusting in, pumping at a vicious pace.
"Speak," he told her and she did, all that and a little bit more.
fit for royalty - roen & princess
The look of disbelief graced her face for mere moments until the defiant temptress came flaring back, but they were a priceless few moments. He could feel the heat radiating from her, not all of it due to anger, and Roen grinned, barely able to help himself. His trump card had been played, and Princess fell right into his trap, like a tragic little heroine. His hands trailed along the fabric of her dress as she not so subtly slid those panties from her hips, and he kept a nonchalant eye out for any sneaking madams. Even if it was difficult with her tight ass on his hardening length. She leaned into him, and Roen whispered, “I suppose I’ve caught you with your panties down, haven’t I?” And said panties went right into his pocket.
He pushed her hair over one side of her shoulders and rested his hand there, revealing the curve of her neck as he also held her gently in place. “Don’t concern yourself with what I have planned.” With his other hand he reached for two pieces of ice from his drink, popping one into his mouth and rolling the other between his fingers until it had melted. “I’ll give you what you want.”
His breath on her skin was cold, a warning of the chill she would feel when he pressed his tongue and the ice cube against the base of her neck. The kiss was brief, no more than a few seconds, but as he gently kissed her, his other hand found its way to her thigh again, and his fingers slid slowly up her dress.
"Unless you want me to tease it out of you," he said quietly. Roen’s posture and tone quickly became casual as he smiled to a passing acquaintance, the scene appearing to be no more than a girl on his lap. But his fingers remained up her dress, following along the lines where her panties should’ve been until his cold fingertips slid down her moist slit, the pad of his icy thumb stroking along her clit. His hand on her shoulder remained firm, just in case the shock of the temperature didn’t agree with the royalty.
"How long did you make me wait, Princess? A few weeks?" Roen asked with a shrug.
Karma came in the form of his icy cold fingers and mouth, sending chills through her like waves and increasing the desire she already had for him. Her flesh broke out in goose bumps when his tongue pressed itself against a sensitive spot at her neck and she tilted her head just a bit more, giving him greater access. It was insane, the pleasure and lust that was rushing to her head all from a couple of touches. One of her hands moved to his knee and she braced herself as his fingers made their way to the spot she wanted him close to so badly.
Her eyes closed and she let out a shaky chuckle at his words, “You won’t be able to break me,” she whispered back, her lips moving against the pulse of his throat before she pressed an open mouthed kiss to it. She was choking on her words soon, when his cold fingers met her wet slit and her thighs abruptly tightened around his large hand, holding it captive. The sensations she felt were ones she hadn’t known existed and she couldn’t help the moan that escaped her lips when his thumb stroked against the swollen bud of her clit. She was warm and ready, her thighs parting momentarily to give his wrist space to move. The combination of his teasing and coldness of his fingers could be considered lethal as far as she was concerned.
Hiding her face in the crook of his neck with her mouth parted in low whimpers and scattered breaths, she tried to fight against his hand by withering her hips against him, the move only proving to heighten her pleasure, as she seemed to be rocking towards his fingers rather than away from them. When he spoke, his words nonchalant and tone smug as she sat in his lap a trembling mess, she groaned into his neck, nipping at his skin in tiny punishments due to her frustration
“Don’t pretend you didn’t love it,” she spoke, turning her head away from him, “It was all in good fun, had you gagging over me didn’t I?” Emery regretted the words as soon as they left her mouth, knowing that if she wanted to get what she wanted, being cheeky wouldn’t help her. "It wasn't my fault..." she added on a breathy moan, her hips slowing down to rock in slow, wide circles against him.
Beginnings | Gen & Emery
It took longer than expected to find the girl she’d only before seen pictures of, in the vast library of the school. A coffee in each hand, she wandered through bookshelf after bookshelf only to find herself a little lost. Finally, after the final bookshelf in the entire library, she found the young brunette sitting by herself in a corner, pouring over- well, attempting to pour over book after book; a litter of books all open and spread out in front of her.
With quick strides, she made her way to the corner, placing the coffees down on the table in front of Emery before she walked to the nearest table and dragged a chair over. Spinning it backwards, Gen sat with her legs going through the back of the chair, leaning her torso on the upright position of the chair’s backing.
She cleared her throat softly, waiting for the girl to look up, and picked up one of the coffees, taking a sip. “You look like you could use a pick-me-up right about now.” Smiling warmly, Genevieve pushed the cup towards the young girl, waiting to gauge her reaction.
She’d been told by her friend Victoria of a girl of such great woe. The girl had all the cards stacked against her and needed to catch a break, somehow, someway. She needed money and she needed it fast and if anyone knew how to make that happen it was Genevieve Bijou.
"My name is Genevieve Bijou," Her stare was professional- not particularly cold or warm- not wanting to mix business with a potential friendship. She was here to offer a job, and if friendship came from it, so be it. For now, however, she just wanted to help the poor girl out.
"And I have a proposition for you."
Peeking through her fingers, a perfectly arched brow lifting in question at the woman’s words, Emery hesitated responding. She wasn’t sure who this woman was or where she had come from, for that matter but she looked professional enough not to be some inane fool intent on interrupting her. Still, she bristled from distrust as she lowered her hands, resting them on the surface of her book.
With a tilt of her head, the move causing hair to fall from her messy bun, she eyed the woman and the coffee she was offering, the steam that rose out in animated swirls calling out to her. Emery pushed her book to the side, marking her page and closing it before bringing the hot drink to her mouth for a sip. “Thanks,” she muttered, chocolate gaze still on the blonde. “I’m Emery,”
“A proposition?” she repeated, placing the drink onto the table again. It was like something out of a movie, to be approached by a stranger like this in the middle of what have been a particularly boring day. “As long as it doesn’t include me smuggling drugs up from Cuba through a place where the sun don’t shine then ok -“ she took another sip from the coffee, “I’m listening,”
"Well hello there gorgeous. What’s your name?"
"Hmmmm...you can just call me gorgeous - it's fitting, don't you think?,"
Stage One | Princess & Tyler
Tyler gloried in the writhe and gyre of Princess’ agile hips, in how her leg draped over his shoulder sought to squeeze around his neck like a boa constrictor. In her fingers clenching his suit coat, his hair, any leverage she could find to force the sweet torment of his tongue deeper into her needy cunt. It was what he wanted but so rarely got from his bedmates: desire. Oh, they invariably wanted to please him by the time he let them collapse on the sheets. But they rarely were so bold in seeking their own pleasure. And the buck of her soaking thighs against his face said one thing over and over again. ‘Please’.
Tyler drew a finger across the panties his tongue was conspiring to drive deep into Princess’ folds, drawing them back out again, utterly wrecked by her body and his wanton treatment of it. There was no time to take them off. Not yet. Instead they were merely yanked to one side, giving him full access to her. For a moment, Tyler denied the brunette any sensation of direct contact, using the opportunity to drink in the sight of her. “Such a beautiful pussy …”he murmured, near enough for every word to tease and caress, for every breath to shock and stroke and fuck her in place of a tongue salivating for the taste of Princess. “I left my drink back at the bar. Guess you’ll have to do, instead.” A sentiment followed by a flick of his tongue over the pearl of her clit and the sudden pressure of fingers at either side of her supple thighs, pulling them open to feast on all that lovely, clenching pink flesh inside. “Do you deserve to cum yet, Your Highness? I’m not so sure,” Tyler taunted her, a brush of his lips against her folds the only relief allowed. “I want to hear you beg. Look there …” He noticed the polished shoes of a waiter approaching from the lawyer’s vantage point under the tablecloth. “Order another drink from him … Beg him for it as if you’re pleading with me to let you cum. And make it convincing.”
There was a cool flow of air against her wetness when he’d finally exposed her, the yank of her panties to the side only heightening the excitement that was coiling within her abdomen. When he spoke, lips and breath grazing over her slick flesh. It earned a soft mewl from the back of her throat and the sensations made her dizzy. “Fuck,” she reiterated, back arching against the sofa as she swallowed moan after moan, thighs trembling against his strong grip. Her eyes closed against the pleasure she could no longer fight, it was as if he was consuming her with only fingers, tongue, lips and words. Her fingers tightened in his hair, as if to express the excitement her rocking hips and breathy moans couldn’t.
As soon as she found herself closer to the edge, his tongue lashing out against her pussy to draw more and more of her juices and her welcoming the build-up of her orgasm, she was void of him once again, left a frustrating mess of lust. Her hips writhed and wiggled as Emery tried her damnedest to fuck herself against his mouth, “Please,” she whimpered, sweat breaking out against her brow and for a minute she forgot where she was. Her eyes were closed, shaky hand wrapped around her empty glass and tangled in hair, images of what would be flashing behind closed lids.
Opening them in a flash, his words registering in her mind in time for her to greet the waiter with a confident smile that was close to cracking under his ministrations. “Uh, u-uhm” she started, her mind foggy with lust that bordered desperate. Nodding knowingly as he spoke, her pushed her glass towards him, the tumbler empty of her drink and for some reason she couldn’t remember when she’d emptied it. “I’d like more whisky…please. It’s all I want right now and I’d really really love it if you got me some. It’s all I want right now…pretty please, sir?” Her voice was husky and by the time she’d finished speaking, her chest was rising and falling due to her heavy breathing. The begging her body had been doing was translated into a plea of mercy that was limited due to circumstance. The obviousness that had a flush of red covering the man’s cheeks only served to get her even more excited knowing what was going on beneath the table. She wondered what her insistence had done to him, if he was in the back trying to calm the raging desire her seemingly innocent request had sparked.
fit for royalty - roen & princess
Pretty little Princess, she played her innocent part so well. A gentle touch here or there, playfully pressing her breasts against his chest, all little tastes of something she thought she had control over. Well, Roen had played his part long enough, and the payout was finally here.
"Mmm. Maybe I’m not the one that’s so easy.”
He reached into the inside pocket of his suit, producing a finely engraved and obviously expensive piece of platinum that was coincidentally shaped like a certain key. Roen held it up for a brief second before palming it, long enough for the precious metal to catch a gleam of the soft lighting, and leaned forward, placing that palm high up on her thigh and giving it a squeeze. The key wasn’t cold, but his fingers had been clutching a tumbler of scotch on the rocks, and they were as cold as the ice in his drink. In contrast her skin was wonderfully warm underneath his hands, smooth like silk, and his cold fingers traced to her inner thigh, following the edge of her stockings inward.
"So… What was it you were saying, love? About anyone daring to tame you?" Roen cocked an eyebrow at the pretty princess, his eyes holding hers before trailing down to her lips and then to her thigh, where his hand pushed her dress up a little further. A hint of the garter belt holding up her stockings showed, and he moved the key to his forefinger and thumb, allowing him to hook it around the strap of her belt.
"Seems I’ve bought that right for the evening. And I think we’ll start right now." He smirked at her, a gleam in his eye letting Princess know that she was no longer high up in her castle. She’d be on her knees tonight, and on her back, and on him, and anywhere else he wanted her. Her dress would probably be ruined, but he’d buy her a new one.
"Take your panties off," Roen told her quietly, giving her thigh one last squeeze before he pulled his hand and the key away, untangling his tie from her grip.
It was like a cold bucket of water had been dumped unceremoniously over her head, leaving her eyes wide and mouth gaping in confusion. The hand wrapped around his tie had loosened considerably as she eyed the key, her key, in his grasp. It made sense now, the pompous air that surrounded him like a cloud, the way he’d dared to touch her like she belonged to him - all because she did, at least for however long he’d paid for. Dark eyes flickered from his face to where his hand was gripping her thigh, causing her breath to hitch in her throat at the unexpected chill that hit her.
“H-how?” She asked the question on a choked gasp, the question needing no answer because it had all came to her soon. He’d figured her out and played her own card against her. It took a cunning calculating son of a bitch to get one over Emery Ragazzo and she found herself surprised at the fact that it was Mr. Beckett to be one to do the deed. Her shock didn’t stop the thrill of excitement that started where his fingers touched.
It was his snark that had her temper flaring somewhat and she had to bite her tongue to resist telling him to properly fuck off. She couldn’t have her attitude getting in the way of business and a potentially good fuck. Emery narrowed her eyes as her cheeks burn in arousal and annoyance. “Looks like you have,” she mirrored his smirk before it faltered, his request ringing in her ears like a bell. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to, god she did, her insides clenched at the spout of arousal that filled her. While his voice had been quiet, it had been the demand behind his words that had her wanting to curl around him like a needy little kitten.
The thing was, the club had a rule about lewd acts being preformed outside the bedroom and they were in the heart of the establishment. Then again, rules were meant to be broken — she turned on her heel and if he thought she had that much audacity to walk away from him, he was wrong. She sank comfortably into his lap, her head leaning against the muscle of his shoulder as her hands moved up the the sides of her thighs. Tilting her head slightly, her lips against his ear while her thumbs hooked into the straps of her underwear with expert precision from under the fabric of her dress.
“Had no idea you were such a sneaky fuck,” she whispered, breath caressing the side of his face. While pulling her panties down the length of her legs, she made sure to grind the softness of her ass against him, lifting only to retrieve the lacy garment from her ankles. “I hope you plan on actually fucking me - wouldn’t want to waste your rights just sitting here,” Emery murmured, her hand moving to his, placing her damp panties into the palm of his hand.
Beginnings | Gen & Emery
Emery is tired.
The exhaustion and overwhelming amount of despair the media preaches will claim you during college is no myth. It is very fucking real and Emery is suffering in it’s clutches. She is the baggy-eyed, bitter student who is running on five hours of sleep over the course of the last five days. She is the starving pupil who finds her fill only from kimchi bowls and studying the word of Galilei and Huygens and Newton.
She arrived to the library six hours ago and has only taken a break when words started to close in together, forming gibberish she couldn’t make sense of. She’s dressed in a pair of shorts that have seen too many washes and a sweater that’s too big and threatens to swallow her whole. Taking residence in a far corner, she’s sighing and flipping through pages trying to read and simultaneously take notes of things that may potentially find its way on a pop quiz or final or something else that could potentially damage everything she’s worked so hard for.
Wondering to herself if this was worth it, if leaving her brother and so-called friends and everything else behind for long hours studying logic, mathematics, science and theory. For the eight by ten room she shares with a girl she hardly knows and for the two jobs that only bring in enough for her to eat noodles and pay her phone bill - was it all worth it? Trading in the life of a spoiled little girl with no drive for the one of a hardened student who got off on using formula.
Yeah, it was.
It made her happy and Emery could count on one hand the things that made her happy. A sense of dread was creeping up on her, a conversation with a counselor pounding at the back of her brain. “It doesn’t look like you’ll be able to pay for next semester’s courses. Do you have any plans? Any other source of income? Friends? Family?” A dry chuckle left her, sounding loud in the quiet corner of the library; making friends was a weird concept that she’d never been able to wrap her head around and family, well, that story was tired. She was close to tears from the frustration, the thought of not being able to come back and finish what she’d started all because of some fucking paper.
The hairs on the back of her neck lifted when she felt the presence of another and she rolled her eyes, burying her face into her palms. ‘Please, please, go away,’ she chanted in her mind, it wouldn’t do for her to be sleep deprived, hungry, emotional while trying to be polite enough for social encounters.
fit for royalty - roen & princess
She had no idea what he was talking about. Roen managed to hold back the eye roll, but he did allow the slightest of smug expressions to creep across his face. How true indeed. She had no idea that he’d caught onto her a week ago. She had no idea that Roen had seen the man with her key and had intercepted him before he reached Genevieve’s office. She had no idea that no one teased him this long, and she had no idea that she would be punished for it tonight. But she had to know she wanted it.
He watched her fingers pick at her dress, his eyes lingering on that low dip of her dress and imagining the lace bra beneath, holding back her pert tits that would soon be in his hands. And what he was going to do to those tits… His cock twitched and he shifted in his seat to make it less noticeable, for now.
Roen laughed. “Of course they do. But you actually listening?” His voice was challenging as he looked down to her thighs, tempting him in the way the silky skin moved and pushed her dress further up a little more. With a tsk tsk, Roen reached over and hooked a finger between the cleavage in the low V of her dress, pulling her forward. He leaned in, making no attempt to hide the fact that he was looking right down her dress before his eyes flicked back up to her. “Something tells me it takes a bit more than ‘please’ to get you to do anything,” he said quietly, hoarsely, a small smile curling his lips.
Before she knew it, fingers were hooked into the fabric of her dress, pulling her forward and over to the man she was sure she had the upper hand with. The look in his eyes made Emery think differently, her teeth nipping at the inside of her lip in unvoiced nevousness. He seemed...satisfied, like her antics no longer had an affect on him.
Well, that just wouldn't do. Emery, the vixen she was, had been sucking dry the Kings and Queens of New York; selling empty promises to the highest bidder and coming out on top everytime. Lifting a hand, she wrapped her fingers around his to pull them away from her tempting cleavage, waving her pointer finger as if to say "nuh, uh".
Her smirk, that arrogant twist of her lips, held undertones of a challenge. His words had peaked her interest and she wondered if he was speaking from experience. Slender fingers made their way up the length of his strong arms, her own wrapping loosely around his neck before she brought herself closer to him, pressing her body against the strong muscle she could feel through his suit.
"You know that all too well, don't you?" her voice quiet, matching his. One hand moved from it's position, fingertips brushing over the tie that hung from his neck. She gathered it around her small fist, loosely, playfully, and leaned forward more - so close that she could feel his breath on her lips. Her gaze had flickered from lips to eyes before she spoke again. "I think we both know if it was that easy you would have already had me in your bed by now, don't we, Mr. Beckett?"
Stage One | Princess & Tyler
Tyler didn’t need to hear the soft whimper that fought its way out of Princess’ lips. He didn’t need to see the flush of pink lighting on her cheeks. He didn’t need to feel the hook of her leg over his shoulder to invite his stubbled face to have its way or the sodden black lace which was the only barrier between his tongue and the hole it intended to fuck as avidly as any cock. No. He could smell surrender on her. The musky, sweet perfume of submission anointing the panties his nose pressed against and inhaled as if her thighs were the most fragrant bouquet of flowers. It was evidence of the control she had already ceded to the man burrowing his way between her eager, open legs. And Tyler knew control (and how to wield it) like few others.
Dominance was a necessary component in all of his sexual escapades. It always had been, but infinitely more important since Beth. The loss of the woman he loved, powerless to stop her from walking out of his life and ripping out his goddamned heart in the process, had instilled a need in Tyler to never allow anyone else to take the reins. Control was now his armor. The wall he hid behind to distance himself emotionally from his conquests. It was a selfish motivation, but one Tyler wielded like a practiced seducer.
He spared no weapon of teeth or tongue on Princess’ beckoning slit, either. “That’s it,” he urged her as she flexed her thighs wide for him. The sandpaper of Tyler’s stubble scraped along the boundary of her lingerie, his sharp teeth tugging on the front panel, pulling the sodden fabric away from her skin only to release it, wet lace cracking off her clit as if it were a surrogate for the palm itching to be on it. “How long has it been since someone treated your cunt as it deserves? Since someone … owned it?” The flat of his hand teased at her briefs, sliding up and down the valley of her pussy, driving the fabric inside, shoving it in ahead of a flexing tongue, a low, thundering groan vibrating through lace and skin at the mere taste of her. Princess was a meal he fully intended to savor.
It was after the server had refilled her drink and left her in her pseudo lonesome that Emery let out the shaky breath she hadn't realized she was holding. The hand that wasn't clutched tightly around her glass dipped beneath the table cloth, her fingers meeting his shoulder to dig deep into the rich texture of his suit. Short whiskers caressed the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs as he made himself quite at home. Her dark eyes scanned the room, paranoia pushing her to think that she was being watched but the worst part of it - the idea only excited her more. Her nipples were hard and straining, chest rising and falling subtly as her lust elevated.
She had never considered herself much of an exhibitionist, only risking getting caught in public with her panties literally at her ankles maybe once or twice in her life. Her excuse being that when she was giving it up - it was a gift, to be cherished and worshiped in private, away from eyes that weren't worthy of resting their gaze on her very expensive treasures. Her ego was large enough to rival any man's and it showed in everything she did. So, naturally, it never crossed her mind that something so positively...bad, could be getting her off the way it was now. Or maybe, just maybe - it was the man, maybe Mr. Hawthorne was stirring a fire in her only he could put out.
Emery's fingers were in his hair, raking through and tugging gently at the ends in mounting frustration. Her hips jerked towards his face, his mouth when the slick lace of her garment popped against her swollen bud. Her teeth were digging into her lower lip hard enough to break skin as she fought the urge to let out a whimper of pleasure. It was enough to send tremors through her and she hardly registered his words, she was so lost in his teasing. Emery was ready to scream, to pull him from up under the table by the strands of his hair and sink herself on the thick shaft of his cock like it was her job (she almost laughed at the irony). But what she wanted even more than that was to please him with her obedience, to be rewarded with a few swipes of his hand against the swell of her ass as a prize for being such a good girl.
"Can't remember," she finally whimpered, tongue darting out to run over her suddenly dry lips. Scattered breaths left her, his tongue pressing inside the slick hole of her pussy was no joke. Her walls clenched around the muscle, her hips moving in a slow rocking motion, her body trying to gain more friction. A gasp, high like a hiss, bubbled up in her throat and came out before she could stop it. "Fuck,"
