Dr. Herrera, Latinavajo (martaherrera) wrote in newhaven_rp, @ 2016-07-31 22:36:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, !july2016, marta herrera, rowan teague |
Who: Marta Herrera & Rowan Teague
When: July 5, 2016, late afternoon
Where: Marta’s playroom
Rating: Adult
The past weekend had been amazing. Marta loved teaching, both the "normal" classes she taught at New Haven and the "extracurricular" classes she taught at fetish events or sex shops -- Riding the Edge: Advanced Knifeplay. Strap On, Get Off: Harnesses 101. Head of the Class: Advanced Blowjobs. One of the things she wanted most was to leave an impact on people's lives, teach them how to be comfortable with themselves and their desires, and the weekend had been full of it, both for random strangers or casual acquaintances (the same crowd often traveled to similar conventions) and for Rowan.
She had been so happy when he said he was willing to come along and she'd done her best to make sure he was comfortable, letting him stay close at hand and leaving any group before he got too overwhelmed, only staying on the fringes of the play space so he could watch, and learn, but not feel someone might try to pull him in. She was taking things slow with him but he had made it clear he was ready to take the next step, and after picking up a number of new toys and playthings at the vendor area, she was eager to help him with that.
Marta all but bounced her way through her last class of the day. After Rowan had stopped in to give her a pick-me-up during office hours, she had told him to go home when he was done with his final class, then kneel naked in front of the bed in the guest room with his head down and wait for her. Now that she was done she got some water for them both and headed up to to their shared room so she could change into something a bit more teasing, since he would only be allowed to look and not touch.
Once changed, Marta picked up some of the packages she had bought and carried them with her into the guest room, her high, stiletto heels clicking sharply against the laminate flooring. She set the boxes down on the bed next to Rowan, pleased that he hadn't looked up yet. Marta paused in front of him and reached out to lift his chin slowly, giving him plenty of opportunities to take in her attire before bringing his eyes to hers. "Remember, love. Yellow to pause and red to stop. I won't otherwise, even if you beg." There was something dark in her eyes as she leaned down to brush a kiss against his lips, her red mouth curving wickedly. "Especially if you beg."
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Rowan was distracted all day. He knew this was coming and he had the hardest time focusing on his classes, especially when he went to visit her during her office hours. He knew he must have surprised her when he insisted on only giving her the pick-me-up. He had been thinking about the tease prior to the party and wanted it again. Which made him think too much about what that meant. His last class was all but impossible to sit through and the second he was done, he practically ran back home. He was tingling all over as he undressed and went into the guest room. Images from what he saw that weekend were fresh on his mind and as he knelt, head bowed and hair pulled back into a low ponytail, he had all the time in the world to think about what would happen tonight and think about what she would do and try not to be excited in that way when she came into the room.
His breathing picked up when he heard Marta enter the room and he wanted to peek at her and wanted to see but he held back, keeping the position she told him to. He wanted to peek at the boxes too. He was grateful when she touched his chin and as she slowly lifted it up and he got a look at her, he almost forgot to breath. That outfit was stunning and he didn’t even know words for what he was thinking. He couldn’t take her eyes of her. Even that look in her eye, it was drawing and for a split second he wondered if he was in over his head but he wasn’t. He trusted her and when she reminded him of the safe words, trying to remember how to react, he nodded. The promise of begging sent a thrill down his spine. He had no idea what to expect that evening but he knew it would be something wonderful.
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Marta had thought she'd need to get a second servita to let her darker desires out. She'd thought that Rowan would be purely about getting him comfortable with the basics and not scaring him with the rest. He'd surprised her time and time again, and now she was wondering if he might be all she'd need. He'd even gone to church with her, and while they hadn't done anything further with that, he'd still gone, and it meant a great deal to her.
Almost as much as the sight of him on his knees, so biddable, so obedient. She was (temporarily) sated but still turned on at the sight of him there, waiting for her. It was especially nice to see how readily he'd complied with her request for nudity, given how much more lovely it made the picture she was presented with. She had made sure to give him just enough time for his anticipation to build, after hearing doors opening and closing in the house, but not so much that he'd think she was being cruel. She might, in the future, drag it out longer, but only once the game had been firmly established.
The look in his eyes was everything Marta could have wanted. She reveled in it, brushing her lips against his in another kiss, coaxing a response from him. "Wait here," she whispered and then straightened, heading over to one of the drawers. She drew gloves from it that matched the slick material of her boots, pulling them on slowly over her hands, arms, and ultimately past her elbows. He'd have to earn the touch of her skin on him, but she trusted that he would before the night was over. Then she approached the drawers beneath the rope displays, opening a few and humming thoughtfully. "What rope shall I use on you today," she mused, not expecting or requiring an answer. "Something gentle and sleek? Something a little rough, so you can't forget for a second that it's there?" She was nodding even as she said that, finding it to be most agreeable, and gathered up a tightly bound length of scratchy hemp, the distinctively-scented rope only partially treated, leaving it textured but not so rough it would abrade his skin. She'd used cotton before, softer and gentler, but knew now that he would enjoy this. Plus, she hoped he'd come to associate the smell of hemp with their play. She approached again and trailed a loop of the rope along his shoulders and down his back. "Something elaborate today. Restrictive. Stand and hold your arms out at your sides."
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It was very possible that Rowan was getting used to being with Marta. It hadn’t really hit him that he was naked with her. That usual uncomfortableness that went through him, that made him shy and blush and want to hide, it wasn’t there. He hadn’t felt awkward when he heard her come into the house. He didn’t feel awkward when he laid eyes upon her. He simply felt want. He wanted to be here, wanted to see what Marta had in store for him. It wasn’t just him, but for her too. He wanted to pleasure her. He wanted to make her happy. He wanted to be enough.
As she grabbed those gloves, covering her arms, it felt like the tease was greater. He didn’t understand that she was doing it so he earn the touch of her skin. He just saw it that she was covering with enough showing that he wanted to have. He had great wants and with her in the room, it was very obvious of his want. He shifted slightly as she spoke to herself about the rope. He hoped she would pick the later and was grateful when she did. He couldn’t help but wonder how did he change? Or when? Last term, the thought of being here, kneeling, wanting to be tied up with ropes, it would have scared him. It would have filled him with dread. Now he was doing just that and wanting more.
He felt the against his shoulders and felt excited when she said something elaborate. He stood and knew that his arousal was very evident. With his arms in position, there was no way to hide it. Or pretend otherwise. He nodded to her commands, feeling almost mute. He wondered if she wanted him to be more vocal. She would tell him, right?
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She liked that it was becoming comfortable for him, even if it wasn’t normal yet. She wanted to be a safe space for him, where he didn’t have to worry about anything. She also wanted to get more of that reaction from him, though; affecting him that greatly was a drug, a high that she wanted to keep chasing, and she admired him when she paced behind him with the rope, seeing her affect on him. Some was likely the rope, the tease, the promise of the evening, but she felt confident that some was her and her alone.
When she was face to face with him again however she paid no attention to his excitement. He could have still been fully clothed given how little she seemed to notice, focusing instead on applying the ropes snug enough to provide a constricted feeling around his torso but which would, for the moment, leave his arms free. One end of the ropes came up along his collarbone, braced on either side of his neck, and then was wended through the ropes at his back until the ends hung down near his butt. Marta leaned against him from behind, briefly, knowing that with all of the rope and her scattered attire he wouldn’t feel much skin, only her softness yielding against him. As with the party she reached around him and pulled the other ends of the rope down past his groin, framing it, between his legs, and then tied the ends off together against his backside, all while taking a great deal of care not to touch him in his aroused state. The result was something he could move in, with knots that wouldn’t tighten, but which would only give so far, leaving him feeling unequivocally bound.
She returned to the bed, sitting on the end of it and looking for all the world as if she were in a throne. She crossed her legs and pulled one of the packages into her lap, then directed him in front of her. “Kneel. Offer me your wrists and raise your chin.” She withdrew the collar she had picked out for him, along with the matching wrist and ankle cuffs, the latter of which would wait. For the time being she focused on the wrist cuffs and then the collar, taking a great deal of care to ensure his hair wasn’t caught in it and that he had plenty of room to breathe and move, knowing that for now the weight of it and the feel of it would do more than enough. She then nudged him back onto his heels so she could see the nearly-complete picture, a flush darkening her cheeks. He looked amazing. She considered directing him between her thighs again but she wanted to make herself wait as well. “How does it feel? Use words, not just gestures, Rowan. I want to hear you and know for certain you’re still enjoying yourself. How does it feel to be completely mine?”
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Rowan kept still as she worked the ropes around him. Her so close and the ropes being used, he found himself getting very aroused. His breath quickened as she worked the ropes around his legs, wishing she would touch him, even ever so briefly there. Perhaps it was best not to because he would only get more worked up. He didn’t want this to be over before he finished.
He knelt in front of her when asked to and a tingle ran out through him as he glanced up at her. The feeling against the ropes were wonderful. He felt very much bound and yet he wasn’t. He offered her his wrists and raised his chin, a touch confused by that. He bit his lip as she took out the cuffs and the collar. I don’t ever want out of this crossed his mind and he felt his cheeks warm. He wasn’t sure if he meant the rope, even though he would have to be at some point, or the collar. The latter made him blush more. He knelt back at the nudge and eat up her look as she appraised him. She liked what she saw. That made him happy. Confusing thoughts aside, if she was pleased with him? That made him happy.
“I-” he hesitated. He didn’t know what word to use, “It feels wonderful,” should he confess that confusing thought? Would she know what he meant by it? “I like being completely yours. I liked waiting for you, knowing you were coming. I like being bound in the way you want. I- I like knowing that as I move, I am reminded of this all,” he hesitated again then opted not to share that thought.
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One orgasm wouldn't have ruined the night, but she definitely wanted to draw it out for as long as possible, now that he'd said he wanted to as well. That meant that she really would wait for him to beg, and then would choose whether or not to give in. It was a pleasant thought and she believed he would agree with it.
He was precious, and beautiful. Everything he said made her respond and she leaned in without thought to kiss him, but made sure only her lips were touching him, even though she feasted on his mouth, her adoration of him and her excitement clearly expressed. "There's a pattern I'd like you to wear sometime. Under your shirt, to class. No one else will know but you won't be able to stop feeling it and thinking about it all day. And then I want you to come to me on your knees, and I'll reward you. Eventually."
Marta straightened and looked down at his body, openly acknowledging his arousal for the first time. She pretended thoughtfulness, tapping at her bottom lip even as she ghosted the toe of her boot against his inner thigh, a fraction of an inch from his erection. "Stand. Hands behind your back. I think it's time for your leash." As he stood she collected one of the two small boxes and opened it. There had been a matching leash to go with the collar around his neck but she discarded it in deference of one she liked even better (nsfw!). She showed it to Rowan, allowed him to consider what it would feel like, and then buckled the slim leather band into place around him. It wasn't as constricting as a typical cock ring, so it wouldn't be potentially uncomfortable, but it was snug enough that she could lead him around by it and it wouldn't slip off.
Looking quite pleased with herself, Marta stood and left the leash hanging for a moment. She moved behind him to clip the cuffs together, keeping his arms behind his back, and then picked up the leash again. "Let's go for a brief walk inside, shall we my pet?" She didn't dare risk the steps, but wished nonetheless that they had more rooms to wander, a bigger path to take. Eventually she hoped he'd be willing to wear something like this in the backyard, where no one could see him but he was still exposed. For now she gave the leash a very gentle tug and started walking to the door of the bedroom, her hips swaying more than strictly necessary.
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The kiss was not enough. It felt like a tease. It also felt like a promise of more to come. He returned the kiss, eating up the touch that she gave him. Could she read his mind? He wanted that. He was pretty sure he was blushing deeper now as he wondered what Sam would say if he saw it. What if anyone saw it? Marta said that no one would know and it would be just him and if he was aroused by the mere thought, how could he sit through class? Yet he wanted this. He wanted this badly and he nodded and, in a soft voice, unsure if he could make himself louder, “I would like that. Very much.” He had also decided that she could read his mind and she knew exactly what to do to make eventually feel wonderful. Like he bet tonight would be.
Rowan gasped lightly as her boot brushed against him. So close but so far and he wanted to move to get a better touch but he stopped himself. He would not push too much. That wasn’t the point of the game, right? He was to obey. No matter how much he wanted to feel more. He stood and put his hands behind him. His leash? She had a leash for him. He saw the leash, confused at first until she put the band on him. He bit his bottom lip and the mental image of himself; the ropes, the cuffs and collar and now the leash from his penis? It was almost too much. He moaned softly, shifting and widening his stance a bit. He didn’t look to confirm but he was sure he was dripping pre-cum now. He was so closer.
He moaned softly again as she clipped the cuffs together and picked up the leash. He didn’t even know how to respond at the moment other than to nod and follow her out of the room. He tried to focus on his breathing. He felt so aroused. Marta in front of him was such an inviting picture. He didn’t think he could last much longer.
“Marta,” Rowan breathed out, trying to figure out how to say that he really wanted to come. Needed it and yet he didn’t want to yet, not until Marta wanted him to, not until she told him that he could. He just didn’t think he could hold out much longer, especially in the position that he was in.
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Marta wished she could read minds. She felt it would make things with Rowan easier. Sometimes she had to guess at what was going on in his head, he was so quiet and gave so little in terms of his expressions and reactions. Other than the blushing. He was always wonderful about the blushing. "Then we will do it, love," she promised, her voice soft and dark with promise.
At his moan she smiled, nodding her head. "You do look very lovely, pet," she told him, reaching out to brush her gloved fingers over his exposed nipples. "I could almost eat you up. Or leave you like this the rest of the night to just admire you." The urge to reach out and capture those first drips of pre-cum was impossibly strong and Marta had to forcibly refrain from gathering them up or, worse, bending down to lick them up. She didn't want him to hurt himself with the ring, but she also wasn't ready to take it off yet.
She led him out into the hallway and then to the library, intent on trotting him around the coffee table and back out, to their shared bedroom. She heard him speak and realized, as she turned to look back at him, that it had been her name. She arched her brows at him, questioningly, and realized his predicament. She smiled and reached out to toy with the ropes on his chest. "Oh don't worry, leoncito. The ring will keep you from coming. You did say you wanted to wait, didn't you?" She might have pretended to look innocent but it would have been pointless, and a bit wrong given the context. She smirked openly instead and gave him a stronger tug, leading him around the table and back to the door. "Or is that you starting to beg already? Are you that turned on, being bound and collared and led by your cock?" She never used that kind of language, day to day. But it was part of it all, and nothing else would have suited the moment.
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Rowan smiled when she said they would do it. He wanted to. He didn’t at the same time. Classes would be impossible but he didn’t care either. She said they would and now he had to. He had to know what it was like. He had to follow this down more.
Her brush pulled another moan from him and another when she said she could leave him like this all night. The thought of being bound like this all night was horribly appealing but he knew, at least not now, he couldn’t last the whole night. He craved so much right now. He swallowed hard and said, “Maybe another night? You can do that?” It felt like a dangerous question. They had barely started and he was so aroused, how could he last the whole night? Yet he wanted to try. He had no idea where these desires came from but the wrapped themselves around him, making him absolutely unable to deny what he wanted.
He followed down the hallway and throughout the house. Embarrassment tinged his cheeks as he was lead by his cock and yet desire pushed away any thoughts of saying safe words. Those words were completely gone from his mind. She had called him completely hers earlier and he knew in these moments, he really was. When she turned to look at him, and played with the ropes, it did not help him feel better. His desire kept at a boiling level.
He felt himself blush when she tugged on the leash, leading him again and he nodded to that question, “Yes. This… being bound and lead by you… being yours… I’m…” he trailed off, not knowing what word he could use. Aroused sounded so formal. Horny sounded so childish. He was utterly turned on by this. He didn’t want her to stop. He took a deep breath and shook his head, “I am not begging. I will wait.” He had no idea if he could, if it wasn’t for that cock ring, he may have come already. What did that say about him?
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Delighted surprise registered on his face. He would want that? She smiled warmly and touched his face. "Another night. It will be lovely. How the night ends will depend on how well you do during it," she decided. There wouldn't be a ring that night. He would have to try to hold out until she said it was okay to do something. She was curious to discover if he could wait.
She took sympathy on his struggle to find the right words. She understood. He was doing well already and she appreciated that. She gave him another gentle tug and continued, heading into their shared bedroom, trailing her fingers over the bedcovers. She led him in front of the full length mirror by the closet, pausing in front of it to make him look at himself, and then silently led him back out. They would continue to have fun, but not there.
Back in the guest room she gestured for him to get onto the bed, near the foot of it. She directed him to kneel there and used straps already attached to the bed to connect to his wrist and ankle cuffs, keeping him there. Then she rummaged in one of the drawers for several items, setting one aside for later and showing him the other. It was a very small flogger, with short, wide leather strips and no added bits. She stroked his arm with it and, to show him how it would feel, lightly slapped it against his skin. She wasn't going for pain or even impact so much as sensation, each contact leaving only a prickling sensation instead of a sting or bite.
Another slap against his chest, near his shoulder, and then she was behind him, the strips teasing against his hip before slapping gently against his butt. "You're going to watch me while I pleasure myself with a toy. And then, if you've been good and haven't begged and haven't come, I'll let you pleasure me while still wearing the ring. Only when you've made me come again will I release you and let you choose where and how you will orgasm. If you beg you will only get my hand and will not be allowed to wear the ropes to bed. Do you understand?"
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“Okay,” Rowan said with a nod. Rowan wondered if it was that surprising that he would agree. He was very clearly into this and the thought of being tied up and admired, not even admired, but tied up for the night? Or an evening? It aroused him. He again wondered what it meant and a tiny part of him wondered if it had to mean anything? Could it not just be enjoyed? Yet he knew he would think about this later and wonder.
The tug made him moan softly. He wanted to beg for something. Maybe to get on his knees and pleasure her. He followed her to the bedroom, biting his bottom lip from trying to stop from moaning again. When she lead him to the mirror, he glanced at his reflection, at how hard he was, and then back at Marta. He wanted to say something but he had no idea what. The thought of never stopping crossed his mind again. They would have to stop at some point.
Rowan followed her back to the guestroom and got up on the bed to how she wanted. She further added bonds to him and he was sure if it wasn’t for the leash that was still attached, he would have come several times. Or maybe he just thought he could have. His head was getting foggy with lust and questions. He saw her bring out the flogger and he bit his lip. Would it hurt? Would it feel okay? He watched her with wide eyes as she stroked his arm. He was prepared for it to hurt, to really hurt, when she lightly slapped it. It didn’t hurt. He didn’t know what he would call it but it wasn’t painful. It drew attention to that part of his body. He moaned softly when she slapped his chest and again as she teased him. He wondered what it would feel like if it was harder. Would it be too much? Or would it be as teasingly as this was? He bit his lip, filing his question away for later.
Rowan nodded when she spoke. Watching herself pleasure herself? Then pleasure her? He knew it would drive him crazy. He knew what he would want. God, he wanted to now but he also wanted the promise of wearing the ropes to bed. He wanted to please her. He wanted to make her proud. He let go of his bottom lip and asked, “May… Would you like me completely silent? Or just not to beg?” He wanted to know. He hoped she didn’t say completely silent, he didn’t think he could be.
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Marta watched his response to the flogger very carefully. She knew she was going very light on him, but when it was something that might cause a bad reaction she wanted to test the waters first. His moan encouraged her though and she continued, until his skin was slightly reddened between the gaps in the rope on his arms, legs, back, and buttocks. She trailed the tails gently over his erection, the first direct contact she'd given him, and then gave him a harder (but still only moderate) slap on the side with it so he could get a taste of something more intense.
It was only a taste, though. She wanted to tease, and so she put away the flogger shortly after. Though she already had a toy picked out she decided that she wanted another, one that he could help her with, so he was a more active participant even though he wouldn't be able to move. She re-emerged into view with a small handful of items: a slim vibrating plug and its accompanying remote, a small bottle of lube, and a glass dildo that was pretty enough to be on display, if she'd wanted. And she had, often. Most people hadn’t recognized it for what it was.
She set the toys down on the bed. "I love your moans, Rowan. I don't want you silent. If I do, I'll find a gag for you. Then you'll know when I expect you to respond, and when I want you to be muffled or silent." She removed the cups of her bra, leaving her in a harness that continued to frame her breasts, which were adorned for the evening. She didn't have her nipple rings or bars in very often, for fear that Rowan might swallow a piece when he was lavishing attention to her breasts, but since she hadn't expected to even give him access tonight she had rings in. The chains on her boots and panties were repeated, draping between her breasts, and now that the bra was gone every shift or lean made them move, which in turn tugged on her nipples. It was a lovely start to the next stage.
She peeled off her panties while he watched, facing him to start but turning as she went so that when she bent to make sure they were off completely he would be able to see her, visibly wet in her excitement at seeing him like this. She peeled off the gloves as well, her bare fingers dusting against his as she handed him the remote. "I'll allow you to control this, when it's in. The button at the top turns it on and off. The button below it controls the speeds. Play with them, see which I enjoy the most." The rest of her attire stayed on and she crawled onto the bed, pulling the toys with her while she sat with her back against the wall, her knees bent and legs spread widely, the black of her boots reaching all the way up her thighs and framing her perfectly. She met his eyes as she touched herself, lightly, taking her time as if she needed to warm up even though she was more than ready.
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Rowan could feel the flogger over him and it didn’t scare him off. He moaned softly as she redden his skin. When she turned the tails over his erection. He gasped at the touch. He hadn’t forgotten at all about how hard he was but that touch just made it seem to jump up and cry I’m here!. When she slapped it, he gasped, not at all expecting that. He had no idea how he felt about it. It wasn’t terrible but what if it was harder? Would it be then? He was curious and he would not have said no to another one to keep testing the waters. Instead she put it away, leaving Rowan trying to figure out if he wanted more or the sting that he felt was good enough.
He saw what she brought with him and was curious to what she had planned now. He felt his cheeks flush when she mentioned a gag. The thought of being bound up like that and gagged? He would be perfectly hers then, wouldn’t he? Not that he wasn’t already, the weight of the collar told him that and he really really liked it.
“Okay,” Rowan said softly. He bit his lip when she began to reveal herself. She was beautiful, stunning really. He didn’t know what to take in first; the piercings in her breasts or the way the way the harness framed her body. He wished he was closer. He wanted to touch her, feel her. She showed him how wet she was and he longed to pleasure her. He felt a flicker of pride to know he was contributing to his but he was sure it was mostly her. If that made sense. It did to him. He looked up at her with wide, needy, eyes as she handed him the remote. He felt his thumb over it and nodded. She was a vision on the bed too, open and showing him so much. He was breathing harder as she began to touch herself. He touched the remote, turning it on low, watching her reaction. God, he was so hard. He was so needy. He had to wait. He had to give this to her. He would.
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They would test the flogger again, when the focus was more centered on it or other impacts. His attentiveness at the classes over the weekend told her that he was at least mentally interested, and this told her that at least some elements of it kept his physical interest. She imagined how best to proceed with that, but tabled the thought for later. Now was for this, and for him.
His pride was correctly placed. If not for how delicious he looked like that, and how obedient he was being, she wouldn't have gotten so excited. The anticipation of the evening had helped, but mostly it was this, now, with him. She prepped the plug and inserted it, so that he could begin teasing her with it at his discretion, but the glass toy waited near her hip so she could use her fingers first, taking her time in lazy circles of her fingertips, dipping them inside of herself sparingly.
Her patience began to leave her when he participated as much as she'd allowed him; the toy came to life inside of her and she immediately moaned, tipping her head back against the wall and digging her heels into the bed to roll her hips forward, as if she were helping to urge someone inside of her instead of just feeling a toy. "That's it, leoncito. That feels so good..." Her voice caught and she reached up to squeeze one of her breasts, then picked up the toy, rubbing it against herself to make it slick. She wouldn't need lube for it, she was more than ready, and once she was sure he was watching she inserted it slowly, groaning excitedly as she did so. Both together were perfect, and she moaned again, having to give herself some breathing room to get used to them before she could even think of moving it. She hoped he liked her flushed cheeks, her widely-spread legs, the way the toys looked in her. She hoped this would be the icing on the cake of all of the stimulation he’d received, and that by the time she freed him of the cuff restraints, he’d be beyond desperate for her.
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Rowan watched her as she prepped the plug. He had to be curious what that felt like. The last time… well, the last time was RIley and he had been so overwhelmed that he couldn’t enjoy it. Would Marta be different? Here he was, again, wanting to try everything. He had to admit that it was more than wanting to know how to survive this school. Being bound like this, the hardness he felt, this wasn’t survival; this was pure desire and want. Had it always been a part of him or was it just Marta that drew it out of him? Not that he could focus on these thoughts when she took the glass toy and as she touched herself with her fingers. He longed to be the one touching her, feeling her warmth and making her moan.
He did, in some way, when he turned on that remote and he watched her tip her head back and just react to the vibration. The way she responded, he moaned softly himself. She was very much a vision in front of him. Touching herself, sliding that touch into herself and moaning. The way she reached and moved, he wanted to touch her. God, that was what he wanted most. He wanted to be next to her, sucking on her breasts or her lips or lower still. He curled his fingers to brush against the cuffs. He wouldn’t test them to see if he could get out, never, not until she wanted that, but he wanted to be near her so badly. He pressed the button again, turning up the vibration.
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She used the plug because she loved how it felt, but also because she knew he had a bad experience with it. She'd told him that she wanted to help him work through those experiences, unpack them and rework them, and this was one of the ways she wanted to do that. To show him the ways they could be enjoyable. First step was letting him use them on her, and then she would take baby steps to work him up to it. She didn't think she'd need to wait long to take the next step, and if he reacted half as well to it as he was to everything going on tonight? It wouldn't be long before she'd be the one controlling the remote for him.
But those thoughts were currently far away. She was solely focused on what was happening on that bed, and how good everything felt, and how amazing he looked. She imagined that she could see him throbbing in his need, that she could feel his desire for her in the air between them. She licked her lips and began to ease the glass toy in and out of herself, but soon moaned and slouched lower so that she could raise her hips off of the bed and really ramp herself up. It put her a bit closer to him, the heels of her boots near his knees, but with his arms behind his back he wouldn't be able to touch her yet, and she knew it.
She swore under her breath when he turned up the vibrations and was soon rolling her hips steadily onto the toy only to arch her hips higher, her orgasm making her shake and cry out in ecstasy. She'd wanted to draw it out longer, make both of them wait, but the visual stimulation of him like that was too much. Marta dropped back onto the bed and moaned, still lazily stroking herself with the toy, her hips twitching a bit with the vibrations, but she didn't ask him to stop. In fact she rolled over and gave him a different view, her butt in the air and shoulders down on the bed at an angle so she could look back at him, her hand between her still-spread legs to continue using the toy. "I'm sorry, love, but I'm greedy. One more and then I'll let you free. Do you think you'll be able to fuck me with the leash on? Or do you want to bring me with your mouth instead?"
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Rowan trusted Marta that whatever she did, she would make it feel good. Tonight was the perfect example of that. He was feeling so needy. Each heart beat was a beat of desire and want. He wanted so badly but he wasn’t going to beg. He wondered if he was allowed to beg to be allowed to pleasure Marta. He kept quiet, watching her. He couldn’t take his gaze away as she began to play with that toy. He forced himself to keep still as he tried not to want to move closer, to be a part of this. The remote wasn’t quite enough interaction and she looked incredibly sexy. He wanted so much more. He wanted to touch her or to be touched. His own desire was secondary as in so much he wanted to help her pleasure.
He bit his lip hard as she rolled over. He made the smallest of whimpers when she said she was making him wait. He wouldn’t argue or protest, no matter how much he wanted to. It took a moment for him to find his words, or rather to be able to speak coherently, “I-I would like to bring you with my mouth. I want to taste you.” He flushed at saying that but it was true. He would probably be happy between her legs. Of course if he had to lay on his stomach, bound, his cock rubbing against the sheets, he would have to try really hard not start begging for more.
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The downside with rolling over was that she couldn't watch him as well. She tried but the angle was a bit off, even though she was still able to see how he ached for her, how he shifted a bit against the bindings. He looked so good. She was still amazed at how far he'd come since she'd first invited him into her home. She'd never expected this, and it was a complete joy to be involved in the changes. She found herself smiling at him, and it had nothing to do with taunting, even as she continued to use the toy on herself. She was just happy -- happy with him, with their situation, with how eager and excited he was about this new world she was showing him.
His request made her bite her lip though. He wasn't begging -- he hadn't broken the rules. But it still got to her and she had to exhale shakily, holding the toy still for a moment. "You can," she promised, starting slowly again. "You're so good with your mouth though now, it won't take me long. That almost doesn't seem fair," she teased, squirming closer, knowing he still wouldn't be able to reach out and touch her. Soon the toes of her boots were on either side of his knees and her breathing was starting to pick up. Her libido was high normally, but things like this, seeing him here... it made it even more difficult for her to contain herself.
But she wanted to give him this, to let him please her. She understood the craving, the need to do so. So after a few more strokes to ensure she was riding high already, Marta removed the glass toy and gave herself a moment to catch her breath, then carefully slid off of the bed to unhook the wrist and ankle cuffs from the bindings at the foot of the bed. They and the collar and leash were still on him, but he could move now. She climbed back on the bed on her back and beckoned him close. She didn't know if he'd want to use the toy on her or not, but it stayed close just in case. "Taste me, love. Take as much time as you want, but if you want to be inside of me, take me. And if you want to come, tell me, and I'll undo the leash."
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Rowan would only think on it later, how much he had changed with Marta since she claimed him. Now he wouldn’t be able to get lost in his thoughts, not how she had him bound up, not how his body was humming for release and for her. He couldn’t focus his own thoughts except on Marta and how she was playing with herself and how he wished he could be touching her too. He blushed when she said he was good with his mouth. He still considered himself learning how to pleasure her and hearing that, it felt good.
As Marta moved closer, Rowan wiggled slightly, trying to get the slightest touch. Was it against the rules? He wasn’t sure and he wasn’t sure if it was a bad thing? He just wanted to feel her, even if it was through boots or anything else. He just wanted her. He focused on his breathing as she moved to him, unhooking him and allowing him to move his arms. He kept still until she beckoned him to her.
He slid himself between her legs, feeling the ropes against his skin and feeling himself press between the bed and her. He was focused on his goal and kissed her inner thighs. He breathed out softly as he licked her. A part of him wondered on if asking her to come would count as begging or was that part over with? He didn’t want to ask, diving his tongue in deeper, tasting her with a moan. He flicked his tongue against her clit, sucking on it lightly then moved to lick her elsewhere, hoping to bring her deeper pleasure.
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Their morning routine allowed Rowan the opportunity to learn quite well what she liked. Admittedly most of those times were based on simple enjoyment rather than education but she rolled that in as well so that he would gain confidence and learn just how to wrap her around his proverbial little finger. It was a power she was eager to give up to him precisely for this reason. She could say with absolute certainty that he was becoming very good at pleasing her, about making her cry out for him.
Later she might be more strict about some things, but his efforts to lean toward her, or get some contact, wasn't scolded. She was just glad he needed her that much, that he craved her touch. She thought about kissing him but waited, biding her time, though he more than earned it by waiting until she gestured for him to join her rather than simply moving to pounce her, or rush things along before she was fully ready.
This was not meant to educate him. This was for Marta to enjoy, for him to please her with everything he'd learned since she'd claimed him. She made it clear that she enjoyed his attentions, sighing happily at the kiss to her thighs, only to catch her breath with those first couple of licks. Her body was primed and excited, meaning that she was quick to arch, her thighs spreading wider to give him plenty of room between them. Moans began to pour from her, and her fingers delved into his hair to hold him close when he teased her clit, which she'd intentionally ignored so far. By the time he moved on she was squirming, her hand drifting from his hair to the ropes to tug on them pleadingly. "You can touch me now," she told him, only to squirm as another dip of his tongue hit just right. "If you want to. I'm close," she warned, not sure if he wanted to make her wait or hurry her along.
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Rowan liked their morning routine. He never thought he would be the type to regularly enjoy that, to slip under her covers and try to be quiet as he kissed his way up her legs to her centre and wake her up that way. He had been hesitant in the beginning but he had gotten more comfortable with it and liked waking her up like that. He hoped he had gotten better than he did in the beginning. He just hoped he was making her happy.
Marta reacted to his kisses and what he was doing. It made him smile softly as she arched herself and she began to moan. He returned to her clit as she grabbed his hair. He kept his attention on her clit, sucking and flicking his tongue against her. He moaned softly as she moved her hand to the ropes and he remembered her words about sleeping in them. He wondered if that was even possible with the way they felt. Or would he wake up aching for release? He smiled as she spoke and he slid his hands up her thighs, moaning softly at finally being able to touch her. He moaned louder as he stroked his fingers against her inner thighs. He kept his tongue busy and moving as he slid his fingers closer to her. He hesitated for a second and he slid a finger into her with a moan. She felt so good and sounded so good. He moaned softly again as he began to move his finger in time with his tongue.
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His ready agreement to it still warmed her clear through. She'd have been just as happy being the one to initiate, but when he flipped that and made sure to start waking her before her alarm, it had quickly become a regular occurrence and Marta was not about to change it. It was a wonderful, intimate moment that the two got to share before their day started and got crazy and Marta wouldn't trade it for anything -- and not just because of the regular orgasms it got her.
Rowan truly had nothing to worry about, he'd learned how to drive her wild in all of the best ways. Marta began to squirm against him, no longer able to stay still, her hips rolling up against him though she tried very hard to refrain from bucking, even though it got very difficult whenever he sucked at her clit. Her fingers tightened, both in his hair and on the ropes, before she forced herself to let go rather than hurt him. She let her head drop back and curled her hands into fists. The pain as her nails dug into her palms made her gasp, though that was nothing compared to the tighter clench when he began using his finger as well. She didn't have to look to know that she'd drawn blood and it sent her over the edge, his name caught in a groan as she shook under him, her thighs pressing tight against his shoulders, her hips jerking up and against his mouth.
It took several long moments for the shaking and shivering to stop, and even longer for her hips to stop rolling and aiding him in his work against her. Marta licked the blood from her palms, where the shallow cuts were already clotting, and shuddered as an aftershock or entirely new, tired orgasm rolled through her. She was careful when she smoothed his hair back, so as not to get any traces of blood on him, and then gave the ropes a harder tug. "Your turn, love. Time for the leash to come off. Do you know how you want to come or do you want me to give you specific options?"
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Rowan would be more than happy to not change their morning routine. Perhaps in the beginning, it would have made him wonder what did this say about him, to enjoy waking her up like this, to have such a relationship with another woman like this, to have this sort of dominari/ servita relationship but at the same time what did it matter? Maybe it was Abby whispering in his ear to make him question it but as he got more used to doing it, as it became routine, those whispers faded. It didn’t need to mean anything. It was just something enjoyable they did and something Rowan would find himself missing if it ever stopped.
Rowan moaned as Marta’s hold on his hair and the ropes tightened. He groaned as he kept up what he was doing, trying not to get distracted by her touch and by the tightening of the ropes. He tried not to get distracted by how good it felt and how hard he was. Now that body part was reminding him that it was very much there and very much awake and very much ready to join the party. Rowan tried to ignore it, which was a hard task to do, especially as he heard Marta gasp and quickly come. He couldn’t hide the smile, his tongue still working on her as she slowly calmed down, glad he was able to make such a reaction in her. When she had gave those ropes a tug, he bit his lip, trying not to groan at how that felt either. He drew back. His cock practically leap for joy when she said it was time for the leash to come off. He hesitated only for a second before saying, “Options?” Curious to what she would suggest and how they would do this.
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Confidence -- in himself, in what they did together, in what people in general did when they were attracted to each other -- it was all something that Marta was hoping to instill in him. She felt like they'd come a long way, but also knew they needed more. Perhaps they'd spent too much time along. Did he worry that she didn't want anyone else to see them, even on campus where this sort of thing was normal? It would be one of many things to mull over, where he was concerned. But not right then. Right then was purely about how fantastically submissive he was and how well he attended to her needs -- and about her attending to his.
Marta groaned happily when he kept stroking her with his tongue, even though it made coming down fully that much harder to do. Pulling him up was bittersweet, but she wanted him to enjoy himself, too, and she could tell that he was more than ready. He'd done so well, through all of it, even the parts that had been very new and perhaps surprising. She smoothed his hair back and caught her breath, smiling at him. "To preface, I will enjoy all of these. I promise. So pick whichever you would enjoy, and don't think about what I would want you to pick." She knew that was a lot to ask of him when he was so eager to please, but she had to try. "I can help you finish with my mouth or my hand. Or you can finish on my face or my breasts." She teased the latter briefly with her free hand, giving the chain connecting the piercings a gentle tug. “And you can be on top, controlling it, or you can lay back to let me do so. You also need to choose that before the leash comes off.”
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Rowan leaned into her touch, into her gaze as she smoothed his hair back. He had to focus to listen to her, when his mind was still thinking of touching her and tasting her and and being with her. Especially when she spoke, and he could see flashes of each of those. He could picture, and practically felt, her mouth on him. She tugged on the chain and he moaned softly. He could also picture laying back and her on top of him, letting her control it, being able to watch her. He bit his lip, trying to hold back another moan/ whimper of want. He needed to decide.
He couldn’t get the latter out of his head and he whispered, not able to speak louder, not trusting his voice not to show exactly how utterly turned on he was, even though he knew his body was giving him away completely. His body was telling Marta all his secrets.
“The latter,” he whispered, “You on top.” He knew that his hunger for this had to be written all over his face and he could feel his cheeks warm at the thought of how utterly needy she made him.
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Moments like this were a constant, consistent reminder to Marta just how precious Rowan was to her. The way he looked at her, the way his body responded to her words -- she wouldn't trade them for anything. Was this how Hector had felt with her? She couldn't imagine it; she'd adored him, deeply, and had done everything he'd said, but she had never been so quick to submit, so readily made to. Rowan was the perfect, natural submissive, and this what they had was wholly different from anything she'd been able to enjoy before. She kissed him as he imagined the scenarios, kissed him because she couldn't think of a reason to hold back.
She licked her lips when she drew back, tasting herself on them, and smiled when he made his choice. She crooned approvingly in Spanish, soft words, love words, ones that he was hearing more and more often while they were together even if she didn't always translate them for him. "Of course, love," she confirmed in English, and helped him to lay back where she had been.
For a moment she knelt by his hip, admiring him. He was so lovely, and her hands stroked his chest and hips absently, before she remembered that he had been waiting so long already, and even these few moments had to feel like torture. She waited only long enough to come to a decision -- she didn't need to reach another orgasm, she'd had so many wonderful ones already, and this was about him. She picked up the remote to the plug she still wore. With it in one hand and the leash to his member wrapped around the other she mounted his hips, using the leash to guide him to her and make it a simple matter to ease onto him, her body still eager for the feel of him despite everything that had come before. She stopped when she felt the leash against herself, then turned the remote on high, for every setting, so that the sudden ramping up of intensity made her moan loudly, her head tossed back, body clamping down on him in her enjoyment. She shuddered hard enough for the chain between her breasts to sway and then she was moving on him, the remote abandoned so she could brace her palm against his chest, her fingers curled tight around the ropes. If he wanted to watch her, she would give him something to see, and she selfishly took a few moments to ride him with abandon, her spine arched and body on display.
She didn't forget, though. Even as she moved over him she reached between them to carefully release the leash from around his member, dropping the item to the side and sinking fully onto him, her breath catching in her throat when he was fully sheathed inside of her. "Come for me, baby. Let me feel how much you've enjoyed this tonight." She moved again, shallowly, though she didn't think it would take much stimulation to help him now that he was able to release.
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Rowan wondered what she was saying in Spanish and maybe in a different situation he would have asked what she was but thinking, trying to formulate words, was very hard. It felt damn near impossible at the moment. When she spoke in English, he swallowed hard and moved back to where she wanted him. He couldn’t take his eyes off her. He couldn’t stop checking her out either. He wanted to touch her again. He wanted to feel her. He tried to remain still, to be good, to be not too needy. Her hand stroked him and he made a soft whimper. He wanted to be touched but he wanted to have more. He would be patient. He made another soft sound and breathed slowly. That went out the window when she took him in hand and guided him in her. He moaned louder and he was pretty sure he could feel the vibrations through her, which just added to all the sensations.
His breathing picked up as she began to move. He moaned again, unable to keep quiet now. She looked wonderful, moving as she was, that chain catching his eyes and he gripped the sheets, trying to not just be a moaning mess but he couldn’t help it. She was stunning and she felt so good and he didn’t think he could be more turned on. He tried to bite his lip from begging, from pleading with her to let him come, to feel more.
When she finally released the leash, he was pretty sure he’d come right then. He let out a shuddering breath and she came on him again. He breathed out slowly again. He couldn’t hold it. He was so grateful when she told him to come and it didn’t take anything for him to come. It was the most intense orgasm he had ever felt. He gripped at the sheets hard as he arched and just felt it overcome him.
“Marta,” he moaned, as the pleasure pushed him through.
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She kept intending on teaching him a few words in Spanish, making that effort just so her random comments or outbursts wouldn't go over his head. There was something nice about being ale to tell him some things without him understanding it though, it let her be a bit more honest than she might otherwise have been, or more flattering than he might have been ready to hear.
Marta loved the way he looked at her. It made her feel so sexy, so incredibly wanted, and it was difficult not to play up to it, reverting back to old habits of putting on a performance for her watcher(s), getting them off with the way she moved and the way her orgasms took her over. He did want to watch her though, she reminded herself, and let that play into her actions, the way she leaned back so he could look up the line of her body, the way her thighs were spread wide not just to brace herself, but so that he could watch her moving on him. The look on his face made it worth it, and even though she'd only intended on turning herself on enough to make it look better for him, she could tell that she was going to hit another peak just from this, his eyes on her, his obedience so thorough that even after she released the leash from him, he still waited until she said it was okay.
She cried out, not from her orgasm but because of the feel of him in her, his release beautiful and wonderful. She kept moving on him until he'd finished entirely, and then sprawled on his chest, her face buried against his throat, her energy finally drained, even her kisses soft and listless against his skin. "I'm never letting you go," she sighed, finally resting her cheek on his shoulder, encouraging his arms to wrap around her. She was going to be a bit sore from all of this, but she was excited for that, and smiled against him.