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delilahrael:

“I suppose that’s right.” She laughed. “I mean, I’m sure no one would complain, but there might be a few indecent exposure tickets.”

"In Silkhaven?” Jon winked at her. “I don’t think so.”

#delilahrael

fvkpaige:

“ well, i guess i’ll have to ask you in the morning. “ paige giggled, raising her glass to clink against his. a grin forming on her lips, she knocked back her drink quickly, wincing at the burn as she added, ” yeah, let’s drink to that – to having fun tonight. to having no inhibitions ! no regrets. “

His brows jerked up a little surprised by the speed she drowned her glass. "Alright, no regrets. You sure? Because the hangover you are working towards might be one to regret." Jon chuckled.

#fvkpaige #dad jon on duty

butwinona:

I’m just very out of my element here….

“Yeah? How come, I thought huge parties were supposed to be everyone's element?”

fvkpaige:

“ that’s a good thing, isn’t it ? “ paige grinned up at the stranger, adjusting her mask gently over her eyes. tonight was all about having a good time – that, and keeping your identity hidden. ” tonight’s all about having fun, sweetheart. “

"I am not sure yet - ask me again in a couple of hours." He laughed plucking a glass from a tray that passed them by. This was actually freeing in a way. "Shall we drink to that then? Having fun."

cvmisms:

“YOU expected not to?” cami asked, raising an eyebrow. “but, good. i’m glad that you are.”

"Actually - yes." Jon shrugged. Crowds and people - not exactly his forte. "But the champagne helps. Are you having a good time?"

#cvmisms

delilahrael:

Delilah stared at his shorts for a few moments before looking back up at his face. “It looks like you are.”

Jon followed the trail of her gaze, laughing. “Well -- what can I say, what other time I might pull mesh underwear in public?”

#delilahrael

butwinona:

Well that’s good. I’m happy for you.

“True. Does that mean you're not having that good of a time then?”

#butwinona

“Actually, I am having a lot more fun than I expected.”

#silkhavenstart

#exploring that exibitionistic streak #Jon

My activity has been...frankly horrible. I will be dropping all threads on my boys to start new ones because honestly it’s been too long.

#ooc #Jon & Mark

cvmisms:

CAMI’S head tipped back in pleasure, hips rolling against him greedily, each of the thrusts he gave making her gasp slightly in response. she knew that it was a reaction couldn’t help so she bypassed it, though the clenching of her walls and ache between her legs had started to grow more and more intense with each movement she made, telling her that soon the game would have to end. each delicious slide kept her winding her hips, almost too caught up in the sensation to see that he was visibly struggling to keep himself under control and not obey her orders. abruptly, she stilled her hips and reached out to gently pull his hands from the headboard, in return, placing each onto a breast. “what do you want, jon?” she asked as if she didn’t already know, making the smallest of circles with her hips before she reached a hand down to lightly tap the head of his cock. “what do you want? i can’t read your mind.” his body, yes, but his mind, no.

Jon’s eyes light up when her chin tips back, taking her pleasure trying to remember how she looks like this. Her gasps, her body. It seems like a small eternity until her hips still against him. And Jon, for the life of him, can’t decide which he wants more – for the friction to continue or to stop because he’s just so close, so close to that tipping point.

A small groan echoes from him when she teases his already aching length, chest heave with a struggle to find a calm center in himself enough to make the words form. Something at least coherent. “Wanna be inside you, Mistress.” He answered because it’s honest, perhaps pushy but he can’t help it. Ultimately it’s her choice, her decision to give him pleasure and take it away and if she chooses to leave him like this Jon’s not going to argue. “I wanna make you feel good, please. I can make you feel so good.”

those who escape hell however never talk about it and nothing much bothers them after that.

#inspo

cvmisms:

CAMI crossed her legs as she watches jon cross the room, a slight smirk on her face. “see to it that you are. you’ve been so good, i don’t want to have to punish you.” his want to please and be completely submissive thrilled her and she was sure the slave would would be one that she would visit frequently whenever she was in the mood. she knew he would be able to put on a great show with just the sounds he’d made earlier and she bit down onto her bottom lip at the first of his moans, watching as his cock leaked with almost a bored expression on her face as to not give away just how excited she was getting from watching his muscles flex and bulge.

she could tell when he had started to get close, watching as his muscles twitched a flexed in warning but only when he called out to her did she stand from her place, slowly sashaying over towards where he was. “are you close?” she drawled, elongating her words to draw out his stroking for as long as she dared - wanting him to be right there, teetering on the edge. “stop.” her command was a short one as she went around the edge of the bed, leaning down to kiss his lips lightly one, then twice before her fingers started to slowly trail down her body. “good boy,” she murmured into his ear before she had one leg swung over his body, the other soon to follow as she straddled his torso, resting her weight lightly on top of him.

“you were so good. such a good boy,” she cooed before she sent him a wicked smile and wink, starting to rotate her hips slowly right over his cock, making sure he could feel just how wet she’d gotten. “hold the headboard. if you so much as lift a finger to touch me, you will be punished,” she ordered, not pausing even slightly as she started to rub her pussy back and forth slowly over his hard dick.

His only answer was a grunted out sound as he tried to fight back the heat that just built and built and Jon feared he might not make it at all. Once he got the order he whined a loud sigh of relief pulling his fingers away.

The kisses were welcomed distraction from the pressure of his orgasm, one that Jon leaped at returning the brush of lips eagerly, his throat feeling too dry all of a sudden. Her praise melted the slave’s body into the mattress, lips falling apart for a sound that didn’t quite leave his throat. Just an empty gasp, when the Mistress straddled him. More pressure, more friction and delicious heat as she lowered herself over him. Jon cried out both hands gripping at the headboard then, following her orders minutely least she denies him this. Because it feels good every roll of her hips, Jon can feel her spread around his cock as she rubs against him, the slick slide of her pussy against his dick sparking a myriad of sensations over him – the pleasured ones and the near pain where his jaw is pressed down to keep himself focused, because it’s too much and he’s already so close. His hips buck once in a while on their own volition, and Jon gasps looking up at her eyes pleading silently.

#cvmisms

cvmisms:

DESPITE his words, cami continued to pet his hair for a few minutes longer, dropping soft kisses onto the top of his head every now and again. she was going to test this slave’s limits and needed him to be coherent enough for everything that she was going to throw at him. only when she was sure that he couldn’t handle anymore teasing would she allow him to sink into the pleasure of being used and the high that came with it.

“jon, i am going to play with you, tonight. i will make you come, but only when i want to. you will be breathless and begging when i am done with you.” she released him from her hold, nodding her head over towards the bed. “go. lay on the bed. you may stroke yourself, and make it good. put on a show for me, my good boy. but you will tell me when you are close. if you come without my permission i will send you back to the dorms, but first i will tease you until you’re aching and begging for me, but you’ll get no relief. have i made myself crystal clear?” the brunette leaned away from him, arms crossed over her chest as she waited for him to follow her instructions.

It’s indescribable how good physical contact is, being held and touched, wanted it makes his head dizzy in a good way. Blue eyes glance up when the Mistress speaks again and Jon just watches her with round eyes, lips parted slightly at the promises. He wants that, he wants to be made breathless and to beg wants to do everything she asks him to. “Yes, Mistress. I’ll be good I promise.”

Looking over the bed, there’s a ghost of a smile on his mouth – because, this isn’t new. This is something he could do and do well. Being watched, put on a show. He rests halfway on the bed, one hand going to grip at the headboard because Jon’s quite aware of how it makes his muscles stand out, and he wants her to like the sight of him. His fingers wrap around his cock - already hard and flushed, and squeezes on the uptake precum leaking brightly from the tip. He moans, low filthy rumbling sound, tipping his head back just so enjoying the friction. Not wasting more time than that, Jon works his length, looking at her through his lashes until he feels the heat gathering under his belly, that tell-tale twitch of his balls.

“Mistress -- ” He groans, the words coming punched out from his chest, but his fingers don’t stop working even though it’s hard to keep himself from coming because she hasn’t told him he could stop yet. That pained pinch between his brows is back as Jon looks up at her, his body is awash with sensation. “’m so close –”

cvmisms:

THE control she had over him was exhilarating as she mapped his mouth out with her tongue, lightly licking the roof of his mouth, tasting herself on his lips. his shivers and choked moans did nothing but turn her on further and she could feel herself starting to drop in anticipation of their next activity, but before she did - she needed to do a check. cami pulled away to lick at his parted lips teasingly before nipping his bottom lip and pulling away. her fingers began to run through his hair again, a soothing hand stroking his cheek softly. “i need your color, sweet boy.” her gaze bored into him inquiringly as she continued to gently pet his skin, hand moving from his cheek to his neck and collar bones before back up to repeat the cycle. her hope was that he wasn’t too far gone to be able to answer truthfully but his blissed out expression suggested that he might be, which meant that she was going to need to help him calm down before they went any further. “can you tell me your color?” she asked again and moved so that her legs were once again on either side of his body arms then coming around to wrap around his neck, allowing him to rest his face in the valley between her breasts to wait for his answer patiently.

Jon whimpered when she pulled away, his instinct was to follow after her lips vaguely aware of how fast he was breathing. The slave missed her question, the first one – his body far too high, light and oddly alert at the same time. Her fingers slipped down his chest, his neck and Jon angled himself towards her, like an overgrown cat trying to prolong the touch. Slowly he matched his breathing to her gestures, the soothing press of fingers over his skin and Jon simply took a few larger gulps of breath nodding: “Green, Mistress.” He brushed his lips against the swell of her breast. “Green, I promise. Mistress, please.” His Adam’s apple jerked as he swallowed. “Please don’t stop. Please.”

cvmisms:

HER hips unapologeticaly bucked and writhed in his grasp, fingers tightening in his hair as he went to town on her sensitive nub, moans leaving her partly in encouragement, and partly signaling just how close to the edge his skilled tongue was bringing her, “oh fuck - good boy, jon. you’re being such a good boy,” she whimpered quietly as the pleasure started to pool in the pit of her stomach, chest lightly heaving as it built and built until the only warning he got of her impending crest was her fingers tightening once more in his hair before she coated his face in her release, back arching as she rode his tongue. it took a couple of seconds for her to finish riding the waves of pleasure, chocolate eyes opening to peer down at him. “what do we say when we get a treat?” cami asked him softly as she straightened up, lifting her arms to raise her dress over her head and then unclasped her bra, now fully nude in front of him. she reached out and placed a finger under his chin once more to tilt his face to hers, leaning down to press her mouth against his, wasting no time wiggling her tongue between his lips to coax his out to play with hers.

The praise only fueled his determination, whimpers that were as much as a reward as was the flesh under his tongue that he slipped and dragged his tongue against. It’s her body language that tells him when she’s near, the twitch of her hips and the fingers in his hair that drag deliciously over the skin under. And when she tipped over that edge of her orgasm, her pussy pulsing against his tongue and she rode the waves of her pleasure Jon merely tightened his hold around her hips for better leverage as his tongue fucked into her prolonging her orgasm until it was her that finally pulled away from him.

It took him a second to register the words, Jon’s eyes trailing after the flesh that she bared:

“Thank you, Mistress. Th -- ” He whimpered, his large frame shivering beyond his control. “Thank you.” Going with her fingers without a thought of resistance Jon merely tipped his head back with a small sound when her mouth pressed against his and Jon’s lips fell open and welcomed her tongue inside answering the kiss with the same desperate dedication as before.

Jon doesn’t need more prompting with her leg on his shoulder he has more space to move. Pressing forward he’s not shy about licking right against her pussy in long messy laps, his chin is practically coated with her arousal and Jon moans soft sounds vibrating against her core. His hands wrapped under the Mistress’ thighs as Jon went to suck and tease where she was most sensitive sucking and rolling his tongue flat against her clit. Short aborted whines leave his throat every now and then because he wants to he really wants to make her come.

#cvmisms

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