Estrella James (thrice_charmed) wrote in tiberiusswann, @ 2011-12-30 08:26:00 |
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Entry tags: | bastian, estrella |
Friday - March 13th, 2009
Who: Bastian and Estrella
When: Evening
Where: Bastian's place
What: The truth comes out
Rated: NSFW
Estrella was digging through Bastian's dresser drawer to track him down a clean t-shirt. They had been cooking together, some homemade pasta and marinara, and a bit of playful banter had led to a quasi food fight and his shirt was covered with tomato sauce. She'd left him laughing in the kitchen and attempting to tidy up the mess as she went to clean up herself and then retrieve something for him to wear. Of course a t-shirt wasn't all she found.
Heading back into the kitchen, Estrella had a t-shirt in one hand and a pair of silver handcuffs dangling off her finger on the other. A brow was thinly arched and she cleared her throat, trying her best to keep her expression unreadable though there was a bit of a smirk curling the corners of her lips.
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Bastian didn't mind the food fight as it led to some rather delicious tomato-flavored kisses. But he didn't like eating in a dirty kitchen, and not when he was dirty. So on Estrella's way out, he'd stripped off his shirt and threw it at her, a last minute attack. He missed, of course, because she ducked around the corner.
Bas took the time while she was gone to wipe down the stove, the fridge and the counter tops where sauce had landed. He'd caught himself a dirty girl. A deliciously dirty girl. Chuckling, he kept an ear out for her. Shortly, he heard her return and Bas turned around, smiling. The grin faltered for a moment, when he saw the silver links. She didn't look upset, so Bastian decided to feel this out. "I don't recall that being in the third drawer with my shirts."
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"It was in the second drawer with your underwear," Estrella retorted, then took the last few steps into the kitchen to toss his clean shirt at him after he'd had a chance to wipe his hands and put the sauced towel down. She then put the cuffs down in the center of the table before crossing over to the fridge to grab a drink, remarking over her shoulder, "Someone's been holding out on me."
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Bastian tossed the towel in the sink, rinsing his hands and drying them off with a paper towel he then tossed into the trash. The shirt was caught and thrown over one shoulder as he walked to the fridge. Bas came up behind her, resting his hands on her hips. "Complaining?"
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Estrella retrieved a bottle of water and then stood up, leaning back into Bastian as she did so. "Maybe," she teased, glancing back at him over her shoulder. "I mean here we could have been having kinky sexcapades all this time."
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Bas stroked his hands over her sides as she stood. "Maybe you should tell me what your idea of a kinky sexcapade would entail." Could she possibly be interested in his lifestyle? Her finding the handcuffs was unexpected but her reaction to them was a welcome one. Maybe she wouldn't flip out at what all turned him on.
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Estrella exhaled a soft laugh in response to that question and then shook her head softly. "I don't know. I've never really..." The most kinky thing she had ever done was the night he'd kind of bound her hands together with her shirt and thoroughly rocked her body many times over before allowing her the most intense orgasm of her life. And that wasn't exactly kinky, she knew, but...
"Sometimes I get this feeling when we're together that... you're holding something back." She'd felt it for a while but never mentioned it because, well, the time hadn't been right. But now... "And from the look on your face when I walked in with those..." She pursed her lips in a slight frown as she glanced over her shoulder at him once more. "Does it have something to do with that?"
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Bas kissed her neck, not trying to rile her up. He just felt like being affectionate. He waited patiently as she sorted through her thoughts, but the question asked of him was unexpected. He wasn't sure now was the right time to bring it up. Then again, was there ever really a right time? He'd never been with anyone who he hadn't met already in the scene, so Bas wasn't sure how to proceed. "Well," he started slowly. "It might. How would you feel if it was? If there was more?"
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That was a difficult question to answer. Not because Estrella didn't know what the answer was but because she wasn't sure whether or not he was ready to hear it, or if she was even ready to say it. So she was quiet for a moment, tilting her head to give him more access to her neck for those affectionate kisses as she tried to think of the best way to word what she felt.
"I..." she began, than hesitated for a moment, still trying to sort her thoughts, before she managed a response. "I am well aware that I am young and inexperienced, but that neither negates nor diminishes the fact that... that I haven't felt about anyone else the way that I feel about you so..." She moved her hand down to take his own, lacing her fingers with his. "If there's more, I'd want to know it."
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Bastian kept up his gentle pecks, eventually just resting his chin on her shoulder as she thought it through. Was he ready to share that side of him with her? It wasn't a question if he was willing. He was. But was this the time for it?
Bas held her hand, enjoying the connection. "There's more," he affirmed softly. "A lot more. But you don't need to know it now unless you think you're ready for it. It's," Bas paused, trying to think of a word to describe it. "Intense."
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The thing was that Estrella didn't want to run the risk of falling madly in love with him only to find out that there was this whole other side of him that she didn't even know. And since the first part was already happening, the best thing to do now was to avoid the second half and get to know that part of him now that she'd discovered its existence. But of course she was scared. She didn't want to burst this comfortable bubble they'd found themselves in by rushing into a part of his life that may or may not be something she could include herself in.
"Intense how?" She may not be ready for the full answer to that question, but some small indicator could be nice.
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"Promise me you won't leave without talking to me first." Okay, so Bastian was nervous, rightfully so. This was a huge part of him and his lifestyle required quite a bit of trust. He trusted her, yes, but would she trust him enough to let him explain or even show her?
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Estrella turned in his embrace, looking at him seriously for a moment. "You aren't.. going to tell me that you're a serial killer who.. murders tranny hookers and chops them up to serve as porkchops, right?" She doubted it. One could never be sure, but...
"I'm here," she proclaimed after a moment. "And I'm... ready to listen to whatever it is you want to tell me." She wouldn't just run away. Unless he was a serial killer, of course.
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Bastian let her turn, linking his hands behind her back. Hearing the question, he laughed softly. It was a rare woman who could make him laugh when he was so on edge. "No," he said with a smile. "I'm neither Sweeny Todd nor Mrs. Lovett. You can rest easy on that score." Turning his head, he glanced at the cuffs. "Those you might think are kinky. For me," Bas paused, turning back to look at her. "It's just the tip of the iceberg."
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The laugh made her smile as it put them both more at ease. She was still anxious about what he had to say but... the worst case scenario was out of the way now and so it couldn't be all that bad. "So you're... a bit of a freak in the sheets?" She quirked a brow slightly. "That doesn't sound so terrible. I mean... There's already some things that you do that are a bit... different for me but I don't... I don't mind it." And maybe she even liked some of it but they
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'd never really discussed it.
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"You...could say that," he hedged. "I'm probably a bit more than a freak though." Bas wiggled his toes as he thought about how to do this. Would it be best to just show her the closet, let her look and figure it out? Or should he try to explain first what it was that he did?
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He was being so vague. And that only served to make her more nervous, to make her mind run wild. She lowered her voice and asked, "You aren't going to ask me to pee on you, are you?" Or worse yet, number two. She'd seen movies. Some people were into that sort of thing. But she couldn't really imagine Bastian being one of them.
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Okay, he really needed to just tell her and get it out there, because she was doing a fantastic job of imagining the worst things about him. "No. I'm not a fan of piss and scat. Those are two hard limits and I would never submit myself that way."
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Estrella laughed a little. "Okay. Good." There were any number of other things she could think of. Adult babies or rubber suits and ball gags or... an animal fetish. But instead of naming things off and asking him if they applied she decided to just suggest, "You should just tell me. Otherwise it's going to continue to be worse case inside my head and... I''m not really liking where those thoughts are going."
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Sighing, Bastian stepped back and took her hand. "I might as well just show you. If you don't like what you see...well...we'll deal with that." He led her down the hallway to his bedroom. A couple quick spins, and he'd unlocked his closet. Bastian waved a hand at it, moving to sit on the edge of the bed and giving her free reign.
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Putting her drink and the handcuffs down on the way out of the kitchen, Estrella followed Bastian to his room. She had noticed that the closet locked but she had never asked about it. She just assumed that he had some valuables in there that he locked up to keep safe. But she was wrong. Or right perhaps. Some of the things she saw once she had decided to be brave enough to venture into the closet she had no idea how to even make heads or tails of it. And she was a bit intimidated because of that, scared to really touch anything but curious all the same.
"Wow, you have a lot of... stuff." She picked up something for a closer look and it sparked, causing her to exclaim in surprise and give a little jump. "Uhm.. uh... What do you... do with all this stuff exactly?" Maybe he was just a collector. But if that were the case then he wouldn't say that he was "intensely kinky", right? That indicated a certain degree of participation.
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Bastian sat on the edge of the bed, clenching his hands hard enough that his knuckles turned white as he waited. He was on edge enough that he didn't even smile when she shocked herself with his battery operated violet wand. Damn, he thought he'd turned that off and taken the batteries out. Bas made a mental note to take are of that, knowing it was dangerous just laying about. "I use it," he answered her questions softly. "I'm what's referred to as dominant. Others are submissive. I take the allusion of control and weild it in various manners to enable others to find release." That was the nicest, most succinct way he could think to phrase it.
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Estrella had heard the term before but that didn't mean that she understood it. The way he explained it made it sound different than the way that it was typically portrayed, or the way that she had seen it portrayed. She put the electrical wand thing back down and then she just stood there, a small frown pursing her lips as she considered all of this.
"Do you..." She paused, not sure how she wanted to word the question. "Is it..." She exhaled a breath as she considered it yet again. "You... prefer it?" The question wasn't as direct as she wanted it to be, but she hoped that he would understand what it was that she was really asking but couldn't exactly bring herself to say.
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Bastian glanced up, but she wasn't looking at him yet. "It's a part of me. I don't think about it as preference. It's just...who I am. It doesn't take over and isn't all of me. You've seen that." Maybe this wasn't such a good idea. Now he understood why so many people kept this part of their lives hidden from loved ones. Who outside that world could really understand?
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"I have," Estrella replied simply. But because he hadn't really answered the question directly, she had to elaborate. "So you aren't... disappointed when we're together?"
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Surprised, Bastian raised his head, frowning. "No! Not at all! I didn't mean to make you feel that way." His hands were starting to cramp from the way he was holding them so tightly. Bastian forced himself to relax a bit, loosening his hands.
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"No. You didn't. It's just..." Estrella exhaled a breath and then turned to face him. "This is a lot." She laughed a little. "And I'm so..." She couldn't quite find the word for it. Tame perhaps? Nothing like his closet? It was easy to feel intimidated by it. The real question was whether or not this was all something she could or even wanted to deal with.
And then she noticed how tense he looked and she frowned a little. "Are you okay?"
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Bastian released his hands, shaking them to get the blood flowing again. "I'm...nervous, I guess. I don't share this part of me with many people. Usually I go out to the clubs, scratch the itch and call it done, but I've wanted more than that." He ran a hand through his hair, trying to figure out how to explain. Syn knews this part of him and it made their relationship that much more comfortable. "Your opinion's important to me and right now? Whether you want to or not, you're judging and I'm waiting for the verdict."
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Estrella understood. And she didn't say that she wasn't judging because she was. Maybe not him in particular, but she was trying to figure out what she was going to do with this newfound information. In the end, she exhaled a sigh and walked out of the closet and over to the bed. She could have easily taken a seat beside him, but instead she climbed onto his lap, hands coming to rest upon his hips. "I can't promise that I'll... fit." In that part of his life, that whole world, she couldn't be sure. But she still wasn't ready or willing to hang it up and go running out the door either. It was much too late for that.
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Bastian moved his hands, holding her securely in his lap so that she didn't fall, but could move away if she chose to. "I'm not asking you to. I'm just asking you to give me a chance." By him he meant everything that came with him.
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"I'm still here, aren't I?" If she didn't intend to give him a chance, she would have taken off the second she'd seen that closet. But she hadn't. And it wasn't likely that she was going to unless he decided to try and push his lifestyle on her, and she already knew that he wouldn't.
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He rubbed her back, smiling gently. "Yeah, you are. Thank you." For staying, for not freaking out. For trusting him. Bas wasn't the king who was going to force his lifestyle on her, but now that she knew, maybe he could slowly work some of the easier play in. If she was willing.
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"Don't thank me. I mean... You're still the same person that I've known all this time, right?" Estrella smirked a bit as she added, "Just a bit more kinky than I originally anticipated." She exhaled a laugh and then captured her lower lip between her teeth for a moment. "There is at least one good thing about finding all of this out..." There was a bit of devlish smirk in her eyes as she looked at him. "I don't have to feel embarrassed to tell you that I like it when you get all... slightly forceful and demanding with me and I wouldn't mind if you, you know, wanted to do more of that."
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"Same man. I promise." Bas' eyes dropped to her mouth when she bit her lip. She was, after all, straddling his lap. "Oh really?" He flashed her a daring grin of his own, sliding his hands down her arms to tug her wrists behind her back, pinning them with one hand. "Does that mean I should be getting those handcuffs out?" He leaned forward to nuzzle her neck.
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"Mmm," Estrella nodded her head. "It's like... being given a free pass to being bad because it's your idea, not mine. So I'm still a good girl afterward." She laughed. Saying that out loud, it sounded ridiculous, but that was exactly how it felt and she liked it. It wasn't something she had ever thought about before, not anything she had ever considered, and yet her introduction to it had left her wanting more of it. Until now, she'd been a bit too ashamed to mention it because she didn't want to sound like a freak. "Maaaaybe." She tilted her head to expose a bit more of her neck to him and then added, "And maybe you should show me some of your more... tame toys too." She wasn't ready for that electrical thing, of course, but maybe if he had a few other things lying around that weren't too wild she could enjoy it.
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Bastian chuckled against her neck, leaving soft kisses and gently nips. "Hmm, I can deal with that." At the suggestion, he leaned back a bit, taking her in and mentally going through his catalog of toys. "Oh I've got quite a few things you might like. From sensual, to sexy. Maybe a bit rough." He knew she liked it when he bit her and he breasts were rather sensitive. Maybe she'd like something a bit more intense.
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"Mmm, you don't mind being the dirty older man who's corrupting me?" She was teasing, of course. But there was something about the way that that sounded that appealed to her. It made her tummy feel tense and fluttery and... it was hard to explain the things that she felt because she didn't have the right sort of experience or vocabulary to really be able to verbalize it. "Show me," she requested softly, and then she wriggled out of his arms and off of his lap to take a lounge on the bed instead.
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Bastian grinned, that being his only answer to her question. After she moved, he rose slowly to his feet. "Mm, the question is which one? You think on that." Wagging his finger, he left the room, going back to the kitchen to get the handcuffs. He didn't intend to use that particular pair, but at least it should be back with his collection. Once back in the room, he walked over to the closet, taking care of the wand while it was on his mind. "Well?"
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Which one? That was a difficult question to answer. How did one readily choose between sensual and sexy and a bit rough? A frown pursed her lips as she thought about it, waiting for him to return. She thought about going into the closet again to look at what was inside but it was kind of a turn on not really knowing what to expect. "Do I have to pick just one?" She asked when the question was posed again, then she lay back on the bed and stretched out slightly, a small pout upon her lips. "Can't I have them all?"
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Bastian smirked, though his back was to her. "You will, eventually. But since you won't pick, I will." Grabbing a blind fold, a pair of soft white fuzzy cuffs and a silk scarf, he moved back to the bed. "And you won't know what's coming." Sitting on the edge of the bed, he took the cuffs first, locking one wrist in , looping it around the bars of the headboard, and locking in the other. "If at any point you want to stop," he said softly. "Say 'red'. Okay?"
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Estrella narrowed her eyes at him slightly, a bit of a playful scowl upon her lips. But she wasn't really upset. The anticipation that came with not knowing what to expect was... a definite turn on, yeah. She watched him as he moved onto the bed and then cuffed her to it, eyes taking in the familiar line of his jaw, his full lips, his eyes. "Red," she repeated after him, a slight knot forming in the pit of her stomach momentarily. Trust was never her strong suit and this.... this took a lot. "Kiss me?" She requested softly. She needed that momentary reassurance and then she was sure she could handle just about anything.
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Bastian froze, wanting to make sure that it was simply her repeating the word and not a request to be released just yet. At the soft question, he smiled encouragingly. "Always." Leaning forward, he pressed his mouth to hers, starting softly and gradually increasing. He wanted to show her just how much he appreciated her understanding, her willingness to try and do this for him. That her trust wasn't misplaced and would not be abused.
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Estrella exhaled a soft moan into the kiss, arching her body off of the bed and into his own. That was exactly what she needed, what she always needed. And when the kiss finally came to an end, she felt much more relaxed and it showed. "Ready now," she said simply, and then leaned up to press a soft kiss upon the tip of his nose. "Teach me, teacher." She smirked.
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Bastian leaned down again, kissing her own nose and held up the blindfold. "Remember. All you've gotta do is say red." He wanted her to know that, though he was going to be playing with her body, he did not want to make her uncomfortable. This was for pleasure only.
He slipped the blindfold over her eyes, making sure it was secure and giving her another kiss though briefer. Bas pulled away, biting on her lip as he shifted. Since she was wearing one of his shirts, he started with simply ghosting his hands over her, barely moving the cloth as he went.
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"I remember," Estrella remarked simply, and then she took a deep breath as he moved to put the blindfold on her. She was nervous but excited too. This was nothing like anything she had ever tried before and, well, so far everything that she had tried with Bastian for the first time had been a pleasant experience to say the least.
Her skin tingled beneath the shirt, wanting more contact, of course, always, but she had grown rather tolerant of his teasing. Patience was a virtue, after all, and one that he had been working diligently to teach her. So far so good though it took a lot of restraint on her part.
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She was being extremely good, a quick study and a avid learner. It was something Bastian appreciated about her. He kept up his teasing touches until she started squirming, then lowered his fingers to the buttons, pulling them through the eyes one at a time. Once done, he pulled the material to the side, baring her skin. Again, he started his whisper soft touches, this time with nothing stopping him. He drifted over her abs, stomach, ribs, between her breasts and over her chest. Not yet touching anything prominent.
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Estrella exhaled a soft breath as he began to unhook the buttons. She knew that was what he was doing because she could feel the cool air of the room start to hit her bare skin. She hummed slightly as he began to ghost his fingers over her skin, goosebumps forming upon her flesh as her pulse began to race.
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Estrella had no idea what he had in mind. It would probably be torture for her, but he fully planned for her to enjoy every moment. Lifting the scarf, Bastian wrapped it around his hand, leaving a couple inches of a soft corner hanging. He brought it up to her cheek, stroking over her mouth and down her throat.
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Oooohhh. That was different. Not fngers, definitely, which were slightly rough in spite of all his efforts to keep them soft, but something silky, smooth. The scarf. "Mmmm, that feels nice." She gave a soft tremble.
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Bastian smiled. "It's supposed to." He trailed it down over her chest, between her breasts and drawing little swirls over her stomach. Lifting the scarf, he waited a long moment, then allowed just the tip to brush over a nipple.
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It was the anticipation more than anything. Not knowing how it was going to touch or when. And when he pulled it away completely, she found herself waiting with bated breath for him to touch her again, either with it or something else completely. When she felt the cloth brush against her nipple, she exhaled a soft gasp.
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He let it wander aimlessly over her breast, teasing nipple and soft skin with the silk. After a minute, he lifted it again. She was probably expecting him to touch the other side, but Bastian didn't like being predictable, so he stroked her stomach instead, working to heighten the anticipation.