"And here I was trying to be nice." She clicked her tongue gently. She didn't want to say it, but she hadn't wanted to trigger any sort of bad memories of his time as a captive. He seemed to be fine though.
Drawing one hand down his arm, she smirked softly as she caressed his skin from the inside of his elbow down to his wrist. Her whole body still hummed with anticipation as she worked the rope over his arm and under the arm of the chair. Maybe it would surprise him and maybe it wouldn't, but her knotwork was solid. Not too tight but tight enough he wouldn't be able to squirm free.
As she finished the knot, she leaned in slowly, knowing the shirt would drape open to give him a view of her breasts, still marked with fading bruises and hickies from past lovemaking. Looping the rope around the back of the chair, she brought it around to the other arm, distracting him for a moment as she teased her lips along his jawline. "But maybe I shouldn't be nice anymore."
She started tying the other arm down as she leaned back.
Hw doubted she planned to drug him and throw him on a coffin, and more importantly, he trusted her. He watched her with a smirk as she secured one arm and briefly indulged himself before she tied the other in tucking some of her hair back behind her ear, moving the long dark strands out of the way so neither of their views were blocked by them.
"Maybe you shouldn't," he agreed, setting his arm back down for her to finish tying him. "You want some beggin', darlin', you gotta get at least a little bit mean. Ain't I taught you that by now?"
"But you've always liked me when I'm nice," she chuckled huskily, circling him slowly again, taking in the sight of him tied up as she trailed her fingers along the back of his shoulders. Coming to the other side, she leaned in to whisper in his ear, her voice soft and silky. "Especially when I'm nice and wet, pleading for you to do more..."
Coming around into view again, she stepped closer, slow and deliberate as she opted to straddle his lap without fully touching him. Holding herself up just enough that he would feel the promising heat between her legs, but no friction. She slid the rest of her body against his, leaning into him so her nipples brushed over his chest while she slid a hand up to clasp his throat gently, pressing her thumb under his chin so he would tilt his head back.
"You look so good like this, Coop." She praised softly before kissing him slowly and deeply with just enough filthiness to make them both gasp. Yes, he has been teaching her a lot.
Instinctually he tried to raise his arms to place his hands on her hips to both steady her and pull her against him, momentarily forgetting in the pleasant haze that his wrists were tied to the arms of the chair. The reminder made him hum with quiet amusement, lips curving as she tilted his chin up in an uncharacteristically possessive gesture.
"Take your word for it there, sugar," he murmured with a smirk, since he doubted anyone, including himself, would ever describe his warped and tattered body as looking good, but Vaultie, well. She'd always been a strange one. A low growl hummed in his throat as he kissed her back, hungrily dragging his tongue against hers and his teeth across her lower lip. Hey, she'd only demanded he keep his hips still, so as far as he was concerned, he was still behaving.
She smirked when he instinctively tried to move, feeling the twitch of muscle, and the way the ties reminded him who held the reins tonight. God, she loved that look on him. Frustrated, cocky, bound, and still trying to maintain some kind of control despite playing along with her.
“Mm-mm, hands stay where I left ’em, tough guy,” Lucy purred when she leaned back from the kiss, licking her bottom lip where she had felt the scrape of his teeth. Her hands skimmed down his chest, nails raking softly over the scars and stories written across his skin, her voice low and teasing. "You sit there and take it, remember?"
She leaned in close again, lips brushing the shell of his ear as she rocked her hips against him. Slow, controlled, maddeningly gentle. Just enough to tease. Just enough to deny.
“You keep growling like that,” she whispered, a little grin in her voice, “and I’ll start thinking you like being tied up. Now be a good boy, and let me ride you nice and slow until you’re begging me to let you come.”
Then she pressed down, fighting back a shiver at the friction against her thighs and her core as she rocked her hips again, adding a little swivel to grind over him. A bit more demanding this time, possibly more maddening because he would be buried in her if his pants weren't in the way.
She was better at this than he gave her credit for, and he wasn't too proud to admit it. If anything, he was a little proud of her. Her teasing little whisper earned her a low snarl and bared teeth, head tipped back and fingernails scraping against the wood of the arm rest as he gripped it harder. Every roll of her hips teased him to hardness, until he his pants were painfully snug. "Hnnn...weren't sure you had it in you, sweetheart, but goddamn."
Lucy was proud of herself at the moment as well. She was doing better than she thought she would have done, plus she couldn't deny there was a rush of power that was as enticing as anything at the moment. It aroused her further to have him trapped beneath her, snarling softly as she continued to drag herself over his bulge until she knew he was straining against his pants.
"Yeah?" She asked breathlessly as she slid a hand down between them to tease him over the fabric, tracing the line of his cock and squeezing lightly near the tip. If a bit of precum darkened the spot there, all the better. "What are you wishing for right now?"
"Bet you could take a real good guess, sweetheart," the Ghoul replied with a low chuckle and an even lower groan, hissing a breath through clenched teeth. "Reckon you could guess just about anything involving what you got in your hand in combination with any part of your pretty lil' body, and you'd be right."
"Oh?" There was a dangerous curve to the coy smile on her lips as she teased the underside where the head met the rest of his cock, leaning in again so her lips were against his ear, whispering heatedly. "Do you want me to take you in my pussy now? That's what you're thinking about when I say riding, right?"
His hips jerked before he could stop them, hands jerking against the ties at the same time, and he ducked his head with a feral snarl, scraping his teeth against the curve of her neck. "Yes," he growled. "Want you on my cock, darlin'. Fuckin' need it."
She hissed softly at the feel of his blunt teeth scraping over her neck, causing her to shiver in delight. She leaned into him briefly, but then leaned back with a bit of a smirk. "Then what do you say?"
Though his lips peeled back as he growled, he didn't hesitate much to snarl the words she wanted from him. "Fuckin' please, Vaultie. Christ almighty." Okay, maybe a few more than just the words she wanted, but honestly, she should've expected that.
A few more than just the words she wanted, but it was perfect. It told her that he was already on edge, right where she had been for the last little while. She didn't hesitate to undo his pants finally, sliding him out with a happy moan despite the way he had just snarled at her.
Sliding up over him, she grinned as she met his gaze with a murmur. "Good boy." She praised him as she started to sink down onto him, letting him fill her up as her inner walls rippled around his cock, gripping with a sweet slide of friction.
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Date: 2025-04-14 04:54 am (UTC)Drawing one hand down his arm, she smirked softly as she caressed his skin from the inside of his elbow down to his wrist. Her whole body still hummed with anticipation as she worked the rope over his arm and under the arm of the chair. Maybe it would surprise him and maybe it wouldn't, but her knotwork was solid. Not too tight but tight enough he wouldn't be able to squirm free.
As she finished the knot, she leaned in slowly, knowing the shirt would drape open to give him a view of her breasts, still marked with fading bruises and hickies from past lovemaking. Looping the rope around the back of the chair, she brought it around to the other arm, distracting him for a moment as she teased her lips along his jawline. "But maybe I shouldn't be nice anymore."
She started tying the other arm down as she leaned back.
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Date: 2025-04-14 05:41 am (UTC)"Maybe you shouldn't," he agreed, setting his arm back down for her to finish tying him. "You want some beggin', darlin', you gotta get at least a little bit mean. Ain't I taught you that by now?"
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Date: 2025-04-15 01:56 pm (UTC)Coming around into view again, she stepped closer, slow and deliberate as she opted to straddle his lap without fully touching him. Holding herself up just enough that he would feel the promising heat between her legs, but no friction. She slid the rest of her body against his, leaning into him so her nipples brushed over his chest while she slid a hand up to clasp his throat gently, pressing her thumb under his chin so he would tilt his head back.
"You look so good like this, Coop." She praised softly before kissing him slowly and deeply with just enough filthiness to make them both gasp. Yes, he has been teaching her a lot.
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Date: 2025-04-15 05:46 pm (UTC)"Take your word for it there, sugar," he murmured with a smirk, since he doubted anyone, including himself, would ever describe his warped and tattered body as looking good, but Vaultie, well. She'd always been a strange one. A low growl hummed in his throat as he kissed her back, hungrily dragging his tongue against hers and his teeth across her lower lip. Hey, she'd only demanded he keep his hips still, so as far as he was concerned, he was still behaving.
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Date: 2025-04-19 07:17 am (UTC)“Mm-mm, hands stay where I left ’em, tough guy,” Lucy purred when she leaned back from the kiss, licking her bottom lip where she had felt the scrape of his teeth. Her hands skimmed down his chest, nails raking softly over the scars and stories written across his skin, her voice low and teasing. "You sit there and take it, remember?"
She leaned in close again, lips brushing the shell of his ear as she rocked her hips against him. Slow, controlled, maddeningly gentle. Just enough to tease. Just enough to deny.
“You keep growling like that,” she whispered, a little grin in her voice, “and I’ll start thinking you like being tied up. Now be a good boy, and let me ride you nice and slow until you’re begging me to let you come.”
Then she pressed down, fighting back a shiver at the friction against her thighs and her core as she rocked her hips again, adding a little swivel to grind over him. A bit more demanding this time, possibly more maddening because he would be buried in her if his pants weren't in the way.
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Date: 2025-04-22 04:33 am (UTC)"Yeah?" She asked breathlessly as she slid a hand down between them to tease him over the fabric, tracing the line of his cock and squeezing lightly near the tip. If a bit of precum darkened the spot there, all the better. "What are you wishing for right now?"
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Date: 2025-05-07 03:41 am (UTC)Sliding up over him, she grinned as she met his gaze with a murmur. "Good boy." She praised him as she started to sink down onto him, letting him fill her up as her inner walls rippled around his cock, gripping with a sweet slide of friction.