Y A N

[yannickeveno]

odetteveno​:

Yan whined, thighs twitching, cock already hardening from just this. He was always like that, eager, easy to rile up – sensitive. Odette loved it.  She lowered herself then, pressed in against his thighs with a bit of nail, just enough so that Yan could feel it, a blunt pressure she could easily make painful, should she choose to do so. 

Odette nudged his thighs farther apart, spread him further, arousal sitting low and hot in her gut. God, she wanted to wreck him. She took his cock in her hand then, felt it twitch under her touch, jumping eagerly now that it had her sole attention. She stroke him lazily, hand shifting so that she could pinch the head of it meanly. 

She knew how much Yan liked his pain. 

She locked eyes with him. “Be loud,” she commanded of him. “I want to hear you.” She took him into her mouth then, focusing solely on the tip, sucking at the head gently, tongue skirting down underneath it, tasting the salt of him, the earthy scent. 

Yan’s gasp caught in his throat, when Odette’s nails sunk in his thighs. A promise, really, for what was to come, not nearly enough to make him hurt, but enough to make every nerve ending anticipate it. His eyes fluttered closed but he opened again not wanting to miss out on watching her as she pushed between his legs.

She stroked him keeping her pace lazy and Yan instinctively tugged at his restraints and whined in protest. A curse falling off his lips only to peak into a sharp hiss when Odette pinched the head of his cock and it hurt, but fuck it traveled like heat down his thighs and made his length throb in his fingers, twitching eagerly. “Fuck, Miss, please.” He begged blindly. 

Yan nodded, eager, more than once, mouth parted as if to promise that he won’t keep any sound to himself. Held her eyes even as she took him in his mouth, that devilish look in her gaze as she sucked around the head, a flash of tongue. But even then he wasn’t prepared for how damn good it felt. His chest flushed and and Yan babbled, between his strangled moans, begging, and “Feels so good. Miss, please.” spilling from his lips. 

[olumuneguzell]

[yannickeveno]

aramisgagne​:

“Yeah? My grandma’s name was Véronique Stephan before she was claimed, moved to France,” Aramis replied, curious if the other man might’ve known her as well. “Talented family. They still in House Nantes?”

“Oh?I think we’ve been introduced.” Yan nodded, their family was big, but Yan’s mom had always made sure to attend family events. “So how are you liking being Nantes so far?” He chuckled. “Yes, sir, both of  them. My Mama’s a Domme and so is my sister. They’ll both always be Nantes.“ And well, part of Yan would always be too. But he was Odette’s first. 

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odetteveno​:

Odette set to work with a careful, familiar rhythm, her starting point from behind Yan. Gently, she grabbed both of his wrists, forcing them to meet in the small of his back. She looped the rope around both wrists individually and began to wine them round and round like a coil. She didn’t stop until she was satisfied he wouldn’t be able to move his arms at all, shoulders forced back and straight. 

She leaned forward, placing a soft kiss to his left shoulder. “Snug enough?” she breathed against his skin before she shifted to stand in front of him. Odette pushed him down then, onto the soft resistance of their bed. 

She didn’t immediately get to her knees. No, she let her fingers fall, tracing the inner parts of his thighs, touch a tease. She stepped forward, in between them, forcing them apart to accommodate her. She gazed down at him, at how beautiful he looked, spread for her, arms roped behind his back, left at the mercy of her every whim and want. 

“You were such a good boy Yan….” she murmured, hand ghosting up his length, to the tip. “Are you ready for your reward?” 

Odette round the rope around his wrists, binding both hands behind his back. It made his shoulders pull straight, made him stand right. Each tug as she pulled the rope tighter earned a sigh off his chest. By the time she was done Yan’s eyes had gone hazy, glazed over. There was just something about the bondage that made him go sluggish. The security of it, even as he tugged, as he always did, checking the give just to feel the hemp bite into skin. The vulnerable feeling setting pleasantly in his chest. 

Yan fell back onto the bed easy, and Odette pushed forward between his legs. The ticklish feeling of her fingers over the insides of his thighs made him squirm, bound as he was. 

“Yes, Miss, fuck. Please.” He bigged, a little breathless, hips twitching when her fingers moved over his cock, the touch so warm and gentle it drew a whine from him. He was hard already, just from that - the rope, her fingers. Yan didn’t have it in him to feel embarrassed for it. 

[yannickeveno]

odetteveno​:

Odette patted Yan on his arm, nodding, humming happily as she went in search of her favored rope; worn, fraying, rougher than if it were bought new. It tugged at Yannick’s skin perfectly, left marks for days. Marks she could later trace knowing she was the one responsible for putting them there. 

She returned with the rope in hand, gaze dark, hooded. She couldn’t wait to tie it around his body, to immobilize his hands behind his back – rope a little too tight. She wanted him to feel it, every time he twitched, gasped, moaned from her mouth on him. At her mercy in every single way that mattered. 

“Strip,” she commanded, already unwinding the rope, ready to pretty him up and position him just the way she wanted. 

Seeing the rope between her fingers was enough to send an excited thrill down his spine. Anticipation already building and Yan’s chest lifted sharply at Odette’s order. Strip. 

“Yes, Miss.” He did so, slow and methodical, careful to fold his clothes and set them aside. Muscles working as he discarded each item until Yan stood naked in front of her. His eyes lingered on Odette once more and he stilled himself from reaching for her. He didn’t .

He kept them, obediently at his sides and waited for her word, rendered himself fully at her mercy, vulnerable and wanting. 

[yannickeveno]

odetteveno​:

Odette had closed up her shop for the rest of the evening. After she had ordered Yan and herself Thai, they spent the better part of the day canoodling on her couch. Unproductive, probably, but it was good to take a break from work every now and again to pay attention to their relationship. Besides,Odette always enjoyed post-scene Yan the best; sweet and pliable and needy. 

But, alas, they eventually did have to go home.

Yan, for one, had an extra bounce in his step. Odette nearly rolled her eyes. She knew why. After all, he always got this way when their was a reward in his sights. She almost wanted to tempt him into breaking a rule, make him lose his reward, just to bully him a little. 

But, Odette resisted. There would be plenty of time for bullying later. 

“Silk or rope?” she asked Yan, fingers trailing along his biceps as she cast her eyes upwards, small smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth. “Which should I tie you up with, baby?” 

@yannickeveno 

He was going to have to catch up on the work a later day, but Yannick wasn’t about to turn down the opportunity for a day like this. Something just for them, not shared with others, not burdened with the exhaustion of work. 

He’d followed Odette a little too happy and bright back home. Waited until she brought up the matter of rewards. He didn’t want to seem greedy even though he was, always were. 

Odette slipped up to him, hands lingering over his body and a glint in her eye. “Um,” Yan heasitated, he liked the bite of the silk, it cut deeper than the hemp, but the burn from the latter. He always did like feeling the marks that lingered. “Rope, Miss.” Yan decided, nodding then quickly. 

[yannickeveno]

odetteveno​:

“And you liked it,” she accused. “Besides, I had to train you if I was going to keep you.” Which she had always planned on doing since the very first moment she set eyes on Yannick LeMuer.

“Hotter, maybe,” she conceded with a grin. It went true. Yan was very hot, in her perfectly unbiased opinion. She did have to scare many a coed away from him in their university days.

“I might have.” He beamed, but Odette was right, he’d loved it. “Oh, you saying I was shit at it before? My ego, how would I ever recover.” 

“Much hotter.” Yan confirmed. 

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aramisgagne​:

“The family? I’ve heard of them. Mine is Nantes, so I’ve still got a lot to learn about everyone in Breton. I’m relying on noble blood I got from my grandmother - didn’t have anything like this in France,” Aramis replied honestly, shrugging his shoulders. “IT security, though - I take it your good with computers?”

“Nantes?” Yan asked a little too excited. “My mom’s Nantes, I was too before I got claimed.” He explained, wondering if he knew Aramis’ grandma. “I’m decent,” He shrugged sheepishly. “I guess it kind of runs in the family. My mother is a math teacher and my sister is a software engineer.”  

[yannickeveno]

odetteveno​:

She pinched his cheek, brow raised. “I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t want your suggestion,” she told him before giving him a light love tap on the opposite cheek. “Besides, it’s always been an extremely effective way to shut you.” She grinned. “Well, mostly. I do enjoy your cute moans.”

Yan was a very vocal sub for which Odette appreciated. She liked hearing how much he enjoyed the things she did to him.

"So mean.” Yan joked, laughing as he flinched away from her pinch. “Says the girl that used to do it whenever you got bored. I am pretty sure I had a consistent jaw ache through all the six years of Uni.” 

He blushed, smiling. “Yours are cuter, Miss.”

[yannickeveno]

aramisgagne​:

Aramis smirked. “Yeah, yeah, something like that. But we won’t give it a go at this weight, not yet anyway.” The sub had been shaking during the rep and he wasn’t about to risk the other man getting injured. “Yeah? What do you do for a living?” he asked, being conversational as he detached a weight plate from the barbell. 

“You’re the boss,” Yan conceded, curious to see the choices the other would make. If he was going to be his trainer, Yan might as well see what he was all about. Going back on the bench. “Me? I work as IT security for Maine, if you know them.”  

[yannickeveno]

odetteveno​:

Odette snorted. Really, he was incorrigiable. Not that she was about to complain about receiving such wonderful lip service between her thighs.

“Thai it is,” she declared, already dialing their preferred place, placing their usual. She crawled back onto the couch then. Pulling Yan into her lap so she could stroke his hair affectionately, smiling down at him. “With the chopsticks or my mouth?” She asked, browns wiggling.

Yan made a happy noise pleased to be pulled into Odette’s lap. Head on her thighs as she stroked his hair and he closed his eyes ready to to just melt onto the feeling.  Each pass of her fingers made his lashes flutter in delight.

“Do you really want my suggestions?” Yan laughed but didn’t open his eyes. “Because you’ll end up sitting oh my face again if you end up listening to me.” 

[yannickeveno]

dominantxhenriseznec​:

“Beautiful people are definitely a problem type for me!” Henri returned with a laugh, “Oh I think she’s going to run the world if she keeps going. Especially given how spoiled she is by everyone in the House. You guys thinking about maybe making one of these …” Henri asked with a gesture toward the baby. “Lola could use some cousins to boss around.” 

He looked over at his friend and noted the expression when he spoke of his Domme. Amazing. These guys had been together for years and still, Yan got that dopey face when he talked about Odette. It was something Henri envied. Commitment had never been his strong suit but having Lola had changed a lot of things in his life and he was starting to think maybe he could do it. 

“Oh jeez. That sounds like a good idea. We should definitely plan that. I would like that a lot. Thanks. I try not impose too much but honestly, sometimes you just adult conversation and a drink.”

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Yan grinned, shaking his head. He wondered if Henri would get settled down eventually. He’d been impressed by how the guy stepped up to take care of his little girl, now that was a full one-eighty, right there. 

“You know that’s quite probable, sir.” As the only baby in the House Lola was definitely everyone’s favorite person to dote on. “She’s just too cute to resist. We are all but humble servants.” He said this, giving Lola another pat on the nose. “Well, we talked about it a year ago, when we first moved into the house.” 

Odette had been very sure of her yes back then, so much so that Yan didn’t even get to go through the list of reasons he had prepared. “I think she’s scared. She tries to put a confident face to me and the world sometimes but she’s got a bad of habit of hiding her fears.”  She was bubbly and brazen his Domme. But Yan knew that behind the layer of eccentric confidence there was also the Odette that refused to admit to insecurity. 

“You’re not imposing, please.” Yan laughed, “You know I’ll always take the time for you. We can’t have you going crazy after all reciting the My little pony theme song over and over. Besides, I can use a good night out myself.”

[yannickeveno]

aramisgagne​:

“So far, so good,” Aramis replied amiably. “Oh c’mon, you aren’t going to give it up after one rep, are you?” He smiled at the sub, nodding. “Name’s Aramis. I have my certification. But I’ve been a gym rat and meathead for a very long time. Promise I know what I’m doing.”

“Oh, ouch are you playing on my ego. Damn, alright give me five minutes to rest up and I’ll give it one more go.” Yan brightened. “Aramis, that’s a nice name. Alright, let’s set up that first appointment then. I usually do three times a week, sometimes less if I get a lot to deal with at work.”  Which was probably excessive, but there was the image of his father somewhere in the back of his head and Yan had promised himself he’ll never be like his father. So he took care of himself. 

[yannickeveno]

aramisgagne​:

Aramis carefully watched the sub to make sure he wasn’t in danger of hurting himself. Once the weight was safely back on the bar after a rep, he finally answered. “Just a few weeks. Moved from France to reunite with long lost family.” He shot the sub a little grin. “Alright, take a breather for a moment. Might want to do a bit more of a warm up before getting on that thing again.”

“Oh yeah, hope it’s the good kind of reunion.” Yan lifted himself up from the bench, reaching again for the water bottle. “Yeah, maybe tomorrow.” He chuckled. “I’m Yannick, pleasure. So you got a lot of experience being a trainer then?” 

[yannickeveno]

“According to you. I think it’s a very important food group.” He lolled his head back winking at her as she grabbed his chin and quickly nodded.

“I feel fine, amazing even.” And he did, he hurt in the best kind of way, the sting from the welts a pleasant reminder of what’d they just done.

“Order in, Miss.” Yan decided. “Thai, please.” With her family coming over the weekend it would probably mean they won’t have much time to themselves and Yan wanted to have Odette all to himself for today. “I am not at all opposed at the idea of you feeding me.”

[yannickeveno]

jaewon-calves​:

“Oh! Is there a cartoon?” Jae asked. “I’ve never seen it. Ballet is part of my training though so that’s where I know the name from. Ah, I want to see the cartoon now.” Maybe he could get Julien to watch it with him if he could find it. 

He smiled brightly at Yan. “Thank you. I’ll do my best not to let you down.” Meeting this fan was definitely a good reminder to make sure he was putting his all into his training. He wanted to do well for himself, but for them as well. “You take care as well. And please tell Odette that I said hello and that I really like her name.” 

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“There is, I think it’s called Swan princess. Original, I know, but it was good from what I remember.” He’d been made to see it more than just once growing up when his sister had remote privileges. Not that he’d minded, though it got less enjoyable on the seventh rewatch.

“Oh, I will, she’ll be ecstatic.” He gave the other submissive a nod and a small wave. This had been a good start of his day. 

[yannickeveno]

odetteveno​:

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you,” she accused playfully. She did spoil Yan, truthfully. But, he spoiled her as well – with his submission, his unwavering devotion. Odette never worried that Yan would stray, if some other Domme would lure him away. He was hers, through and through. 

Such thoughts led her to trail her fingers over the rough leather of his collar, the one that loudly proclaimed him as taken. Didn’t keep girls from looking, however. She didn’t really blame him. Yannick was very handsome. Tall, broad, sweet. And very, very good in bed. 

He stuttered, shivering as she spoke of tying him up. Odette grinned. “Don’t get too excited, baby, I said tonight and I meant it.” She slid off his lap then, in search of her purse. When she found it, she procured her cellphone, dialing Yan’s work. Once she’d finished call in for him, she turned back towards him. 

“Have you eaten?” 

“A good boy never tells.” Yan shrugged teasingly. His high showed in the dumb way his grin brightened at his own joke, head canted to one side as he shamelessly stared at Odette, with the same look on his face that his mom used to call love sick puppy when they first started dating.

She called his work, which meant Odette had to pull away from him and in that moment Yan thought that to be such a great loss. He missed the weight of her in his hands and her warmth.

“I mean…” Yan smirked, eyes grinning. “I’d say so.”