Which of your current fics are you most excited to work on?
Um…..that’s a hard one. Of the “big” fics, One Last Ride is the one I’m crushing on hardest at the moment.
But…that said….I’m also crushing super hard on House Broken for @underwater0phelia, inspired by @clearwillow‘s Confinement Part 2: https://www.pixiv.net/en/artworks/80214044
Here’s a teaser for House Broken below the cut (keep in mind this is a WIP BDSM fic):
“You can call me ‘Mistress’.”
He couldn’t call her anything at the moment. She was just...Damn. Fucking hell. All he could do was stare at her, his mouth going dry. He had never seen her in “sexy lingerie” before.
Hell, they hadn’t even had sex in a regular bed yet. With both of them currently living in their parents’ houses, and his mother still strongly disapproving of his rekindled romance with Kagome, things hadn’t been...easy. She had, naturally, not wanted to rent while staying out here when she was still renting an apartment out in LA...and he couldn’t blame her. Just like he hadn’t wanted to rent something while still building his house.
Sides...it was easier to stay close to the ranch since he worked here.
It just meant that they had to steal their precious moments where and when they could while he hurriedly put the final touches on his home...And that he had gotten very good at holding her against the wall while he fucked her until she screamed.
God...the feeling of her hot core clamping down on his cock as she came, screaming his name…
He had to stop from moaning at the thought.
“It-it’s too much, isn’t it,” he heard Kagome whisper, moving her arms to cross over her breasts and core, shielding herself from view as she looked away from him.
It was only then that he realized that he had spent an exorbitant amount of time staring at her, doing nothing.
He felt like an ass.
She was pushing herself out of her comfort zone, trying to look sexy (and succeeding), and here he was just staring at her. He was giving her no reason to believe that he thought she was fucking stunning and beautiful and perfect...He could only imagine the thoughts running through her head.
“No,” he insisted, rising from the bed and gathering her into his arms. He gently hooked a finger under her chin, tilting her face back up so he could look her in the eyes. “It’s not too much,” he soothed, moving a hand to the arm across her breasts. “God...it’s definitely not too much,” he breathed as she lowered it.
He could barely make out the dusty color of her nipples through her outfit. He wanted to pull one into his mouth. Feel the texture of the mesh against his tongue. Wanted to push the crotch aside and touch her in all the ways he knew she liked.
This wasn’t for him though.
This was for her.
He could behave. This once, at least. Didn’t mean he wasn’t going to tell her all the things he wanted to do to her though...and when he was done, she looked at him with beautiful, heated, stormy grey eyes.
Could she love him any more?
She didn’t think it was possible.
He saw all of her insecurities and knew how to make them better with that silver tongue of his. She had never done anything like this before...She was so worried she was messing it up. She was all in her head instead of enjoying this moment like she should be. She needed to find her confidence. Needed to remember that he had repeatedly told her that this was fine. He wouldn’t break. She couldn’t hurt him. Not really. Not unless...not unless she left him like before.
She didn’t want to think about that now.
She wanted to kiss him.
She wrapped her right arm around his neck and shoulders, the riding crop resting along the length of his strong back as she pulled his face down for a kiss. It started out slow. Sweet. Thanking him for his kindness and his large heart and his gentle words. It told him how much she loved him. How much she appreciated him.
Then she grew bolder.
She nipped his lower lip, and as if she had flipped a switch, the kiss heated. Became more needy. Desperate. Hungry.
She ran her fingers down his chest, roughly dragging her nails across the fabric as he pushed her into the wall, pinning her there with his body. Her tongue prodded his lips as she lifted her leg around him, pulling him closer. He allowed her entrance and parted his. She moaned as she felt the slick of his tongue, duling for dominance. He relented, perhaps unwillingly, if she knew him...but he relented nonetheless, allowing her to have her way with him. She felt his hand wrapped under her thigh, helping support her as he pressed his hips into hers.
She could feel him through the thin material of her lingerie...and through the thick fabric of his jeans.
Kagome grasped the fabric of his shirt tightly in her hands, around the handle of her riding crop. The feeling of his body against hers...of their lips working together...It turned her blood to fire. Made her crave him. She pulled roughly away from him, trailing her lips to his jaw line. She nipped him. Soothed her aggression with her tongue. Did it all again as she pulled his earlobe between her teeth.
“Do you want me,” she breathed, slowly finding her confidence, and she felt him thrust his hips forward into hers.
“Do you feel that,” he rasped.
“Yes,” she moaned, her teeth grazing his skin behind his ear.
“That’s how much I want you, Kags,” he moaned, grinding himself into her again.
She wanted him too. So, so badly. Not like this though. She wanted to have her fun, damnit! And if she didn’t do it now, she wouldn’t have another fucking chance for a whole month. She wasn’t waiting another goddamn month to enjoy this.
“I feel it. You want me,” she goaded, rotating her hips back into his, sliding her hands up to his shoulders.
“So much…”
She roughly pushed against his shoulders, making him drop her leg as he staggered back from her in surprise.
“Then you’re gonna have to earn it,” she smirked, enjoying the way his eyes shifted from confusion to understanding.
