Dirty Pleasures

She smiled softly up at him, arching up to him as if drawn by marionette strings of pleasure to his capable body. The small moan died in the back of her throat but her body hummed for him. The silken sheets below her seemed almost too soft, too indulgent coupled with the edge he was driving her too so gently- so torturingly.

A small part of her mind detached, wandered back, trying to make sense of how she had ended up here, in this bed, with this man. It almost seemed ochestrated by some stronger for than she was aware of. Why Charles? She'd never considered it in all of her years... But here she was, laying below him, nearing the point of begging as he teased, carressed, and refused to give her what she needed. It was a game that he was effortless at and one that she certainly didn't mind playing.

When his lips fell to her bare shoulder in a soft kiss she turned her head, nuzzling him lightly before taking his lobe in between her teeth gently.