"I'm trying to be pleasant with you, Miss Tanner. Just give in and make this easier for the both of us." He smirked at me, teasing me, nudging me with his free hand and his body, trying to position me above him like he wanted.
"Please don't," I whined. "Lucent, please?"
"Miss Tanner, I want to fuck you," Lucent said, nothing more than that.
I stared at him, wide-eyed and excited. Did he? Did he really, um...? I liked rough Lucent. Lucent had many faces, and I liked all of them, to be honest. Curt Lucent, playful Lucent, formal Lucent, rough Lucent...
He just didn't say things like this very often. Not unless he really meant it. I almost gave in to him, almost shifted over until his cock was aligned with my pussy, then sunk down. I almost did, but he continued speaking.
"If you insist, I won't. I hardly want to force you to do something against your will."
"It's not really against my will," I said, fast; perhaps too fast. "I mean, I would like it, if you did it. If, um... does that sound bad?" I asked, whispering. "If I said I'd like it if you forced me?"
"You would?" he asked, curious and interested.
"Is that like a BDSM thing?" I asked. "If we did that?"
"Potentially, depending. For something like that, more ground rules are required than a normal scene."
"I don't want to do a scene," I said. "I just want to make you cum."
Lucent laughed, louder than I thought he should. Jessika and Asher were in the other room!
"Is that all you want to do?" he asked.
"Mhm, that's it," I said.
This entire conversation was growing more complicated by the second, considering we both still had our hands on each other. Lucent kept a steady rhythm, rolling the heel of his palm over my clit before pushing his fingers inside of me, rolling again, pulling out, and repeating the process. It was relaxing in the most erotic and rhythmic sort of ways, like a sensual massage directly on my core.
I didn't think I was as sensual or rhythmic, to be honest. I tried to remember to stroke him in smooth, steady movements, but if he touched a particular spot on or in me (and to be honest, there were a few, definitely more than one), I lost my train of thought for a second. I regained it eventually and kept stroking him, but... I thought he was cheating by doing that.
Then I had an idea. An amazing idea.
"Let's stop," I said.
And I did, I stopped. Not only did I stop stroking him, but I pulled my hand away completely. Before Lucent could say anything in reply, I fidgeted away from him, removed his hand from me, then moved his other hand away, and I slid down his body before jumping lightly off the couch.
We stopped. I didn't like this at first. In fact, I thought maybe I'd made a mistake, but...
No, I didn't. A few seconds later, I saw the frantic lust in Lucent's eyes, then the telltale twitch of his cock soon after. Oh, yes, this was good.
I didn't usually make a point of attempting to drive men (or, more particularly, Lucent) into a lust-induced frenzy, but I thought maybe sometimes I should make an exception? Just for him. Just because, you know?
I didn't really know why, but just because. I liked the look in his eyes. His cock twitched and throbbed, growing even harder than it had in my hand, and we weren't even doing anything now. This intrigued me quite a bit.
"Miss Tanner," Lucent said with commanding urgency. "Why on earth are we stopping?"
"Because," I said.
"That's not an answer," he said, chiding me.
"Well..." I scurried closer to him, kneeling close to his face, then bent down and whispered into his ear. "I want to get you really worked up," I said.
"I assure you I'm quite worked up right now," he countered. I didn't know if he did this to prove his point or not, but his cock bounced twice while he spoke.
I grinned and laughed, and without giving him a chance to respond, I snuck away. Not too far, though, no. I skittered lower down his body, reached for his throbbing shaft, then promptly lowered my lips to it. I kissed the crown of his shaft, then licked around the head before bobbing lower and taking him into my mouth. I looked up as I went down, watching with glee as he scrunched up his face and let out a loud groan. I almost thought that was it, that maybe I'd mistaken how close he was and that he'd climax right then and there, right in my mouth, but, no. Lucent had much more control than that. He twitched and shivered, but that was it. I slowly slid my lips up his shaft, tasting the salty sweetness of his precum coating the head of his cock, and then I stopped again.
Without a word, I stood up, scampered away, and left him there. He stared at me with urgent, angry, glazed over eyes. It was an intoxicating look, lusty, mad and needy. I liked it.
I laughed, but I didn't exactly mean to. It wasn't funny, but... it made me giddy and excited.
"Do you find this amusing, Miss Tanner?" Lucent asked.
"Yes," I said truthfully.
He blinked, then smirked. "I value your honesty, but please be aware that if I catch you, I'm not going to let you go again until I've filled you with this morning distraction you've brought upon me."
For emphasis, he wrapped his fingers around his cock and stroked up and down. I stared, watching him do it, mesmerized by his smooth grace. I wanted to be able to do that, but Lucent always seemed to be able to do it better. I supposed it made sense considering it was his body and he'd been handling his cock for years now, but I just kind of wanted to be able to handle him like that, too.
I almost distracted myself with these thoughts too much. When he rose from the couch and strode towards me, I didn't realize it at first. Somehow, I recomposed my thoughts just in time to duck and dodge away from his lusty grab, though.
The chase was on...
I was the fox, the lusty vixen, and Lucent was my indomitable hound. Unfortunately for this fox, Jessika's old apartment wasn't quite the best place to hide from this hound. I ran towards the small kitchen nook area, evading Lucent's grasp for the time being, but... no, this wasn't exactly a good place to hide. He'd either trap me in the small kitchen offshoot, or I'd need to escape through the front door.
I wasn't about to run outside, so I made a quick turn away from the kitchen and went the only other possible way I could; down the hallway leading towards the bathroom and Jessika's bedroom. Belatedly, I realized this wasn't exactly the best option, either. Now what?
Go into the bathroom? Yes, I could do that, and lock the door behind me I supposed, but that sort of ruined the game, now didn't it? Lucent wasn't even running anymore, either. He knew he had me, and once he had me, well.. um...
To be fair, his pants were in place again, so it wasn't exactly like he could take me right here and now in the hallway. No, he'd likely grab me about the waist, lift me up, drag me back to the living room, and then have his way with me. Which would certainly be fun, but this wasn't about that. This was about denial. It was about anticipation, excitement, the rising action of a three-act play, culminating in the climactic final scene.
My play was coming to an end, though. I stood in the hallway, unsure what to do, trapped between Lucent, Jessika's closed bedroom door, and the open bathroom door to my side. I needed to make a decision fast, so I made one.
Scampering the rest of the way down the hallway to Jessika's bedroom, I knocked loudly on the door. I didn't quite know what I meant to do by doing that, but it gave Lucent pause. Oh, yes, he stopped alright.
I stuck my tongue out at him and made a silly face. He glowered, hiding his curious and amused smirk. I thought he liked this game just as much as I did. It was a competitive match, and this was my current play; he just needed to figure out what his next move was.
I kind of needed to figure out mine, too. I wasn't sure what I'd planned on doing when I first knocked, but now I was out of ideas.
Lucent came up beside me, grabbed my hips, and squeezed me close to him. "You're not safe yet, Miss Tanner. Don't think I'll give up my pursuit so easily."
I stood up on tiptoes and kissed him. I kissed him hard
and fast, lips pressed tight to his. My hands wrapped around his neck, fingers twining in his hair. He seemed shocked at first, then more than agreeable. He kissed me back, pulled me close, and...
"Yes?" someone called out from inside the bedroom; it was Asher. "Is everything alright?"
Whoops. Er...
Lucent and I reluctantly separated. He looked at me like I should be the one to answer, but I looked back at him, sheepish, and shrugged. He rolled his eyes at me.
"This was your doing, Miss Tanner," he whispered.
"I know!" I said, hushed. "But I don't know what to say now. Can you say something instead?"
He licked my nose. Really, now! Really. This wasn't the time for that, Lucent. I scowled at him, and then I licked him back. He grinned, then turned away from me, speaking towards the bedroom door.
"I don't wish to intrude on your morning, Mr. Landseer," Lucent said, "but I believe it would be most prudent if we discussed our current situation. I would like to leave this place sooner rather than later. I hardly wish to rush matters, but I think you'll agree with me that time is currently of the essence."
As a finishing point to his statement, Lucent reached back and squeezed my butt. His hands rested tight on my curves, pulling me against him. He held me like that, forcing my body to grind against his, my core tight against the pent up energy hidden behind the crotch of his pants. I shifted a little, pushing against him even more. My hands moved from his neck, down his back, towards his butt, and I squeezed him there, too. A butt for a butt, right? A squeeze for a squeeze? I was fairly certain this was how that worked.
I had a sudden idea, too. Oh, this was good. Not at all related to Lucent's butt, unfortunately, but I liked the idea nonetheless. "Do you have any food here?" I asked, speaking to Asher and Jessika. "We could all have breakfast together. Wouldn't that be nice?"
Lucent glanced at me oddly. "Miss Tanner, I don't think we're going to have time to sit down and eat an appropriate breakfast. Something simple and expedited, perhaps, but—"
"Quick," I said. "Something simple and quick. No one eats an expedited breakfast, Lucent."
Oh, this was either the perfect thing to say, or a very bad one. He squeezed me even tighter, picking me up off the ground slightly as he did, making me stand on tiptoes or risk falling down.
"I am absolutely certain that people eat expedited breakfasts," he said. "There's no need for your nitpicking."
His fervid gaze said everything else I needed to know. This wasn't about breakfast or nitpicking or any of that. No, not at all. This was a hunger of a different sort, and since I'd denied him earlier, he was making it clear that he'd take what he could get. That's how I thought this was going, at least.
"I don't know why you're being mean to me," I said, biting my bottom lip.
"I'm not being mean to you," he said, biting my lip back, pulling it from my mouth with his teeth.
"You are," I said. "A little bit." And I pouted at him, trying to look coy and demure. "I thought you were nicer last night, but now you're mean all over again."
He gave me a funny look; strange, almost hurt. "I'm not—" he said, then stopped. "I apologize for being mean."
"That's alright. I love you," I said, smiling. "I was just teasing you."
"I want to tease you," Lucent said, whispering into my ear, words for me and me alone. "Miss Tanner, I so dreadfully wish you hadn't done this so I could tease you over and over again. How do you expect me to do it when we're having a conversation with Mr. and Mrs. Landseer in the hallway outside their bedroom?"
"I don't know," I said. "If you want to try, I wouldn't be opposed."
"No?" he asked. The wicked smirk on his lips grew wider with each passing second.
I couldn't hear what they were saying, but Jessika and Asher were having a muffled conversation in the bedroom. Distracted, no doubt. I hoped they didn't think Lucent and I were actually angry at one another, though. I mean, I was kind of angry with him still, especially because of everything that happened last night, but I thought that he could make it up to me.
His fingers were attempting to make it up to me, at least. He had them bunched around the skirt of my dress, slowly pulling it upwards, reaching for the bare skin of my butt and my curves. I moved my hands away from his butt and grabbed at my skirt, trying to pull it away from him and back down.
"Lucent!" I hissed. "What if they come out and see us?"
"I don't care," he said. He kept tugging, trying to get me to relent.
"Lucent, I'm being serious!" I said again, halfway between a whisper and a shriek.
"Miss Tanner," Lucent said. "You have no idea how much I need you right now."
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"I need to be inside of you," he said. "I've never felt a more pressing need than right now. I want to apologize to you for everything I've done, and everything I might do, but I want to claim you as mine, too. I need you so much. It's fun to play at chasing games; I'm sure we can both agree on that. The thought of losing you drives me mad, though. I feel like I might risk going insane by even thinking about it. I..."
He stopped, then swallowed hard. I smiled at him and kissed him.
"Are you really sorry?" I asked. "I know you apologized, but tell me truthfully. Are you truly and honestly very sorry? I can forgive you, Lucent. I can. Please, just tell me, alright? Tell me the truth. Tell me what you feel."
"I am," he said. "I love you so much, Elise. It's impossible to put into words. I don't know of any that would do you justice. I truly and honestly and deeply need you on so many levels. I'm sorry for how I made you feel last night."
"I accept," I said. "I accept your apology, Lucent. But we can't have sex right now. I'd like to... but we can't."
He grinned. "Yes," he said. "I know that. Unfortunate as it is, I understand."
"Kiss me," I said. "You can kiss me. Please? I want to."
He did. Lucent kissed me. I kissed him back, as well. We became emotion; pure, unadulterated passion. Our lips fought against one another with uncontested longing. I didn't know what kind of battle this was, but it was rather obvious we were both winning in our own ways.
Lucent pushed me against the wall, pinning me there. His knee spread my legs, dividing in order to conquer. He lifted up, knee pressed against the wall, rising higher and higher until he had me completely trapped. I was trapped by his body as much as I was trapped by my own lust; his knee and his thigh ground against my desirous sex.
I grabbed him, grappled with him, pulling him closer to me. He came to me, giving in to me, all while forcing me to give in to him. This was domination and submission of a different sort, a shared type of BDSM between the both of us. I wanted him and he wanted me; we would do anything to not only control each other, but to give in to our deeper desires, too.
Sometimes Lucent's desires were dark, but I couldn't exactly say that my own were less than that. He enjoyed tormenting me, but it was a pleasant torment. He liked to watch me squirm and writhe, liked to watch me driven to the peak of passion, then brought down somewhat, only smirking as I begged him to lift me up and over the edge.
In truth, I didn't care what he did, though. Lucent wouldn't hurt me. Perhaps he enjoyed prolonging my orgasm, claiming me, forcing me to submit to his whims, but we shared many of the same whims and desires, too. I thought both of us knew this better than anyone else.
We didn't need words, we just needed each other. Our hearts and our souls spoke more deeply than any simple discussion ever could.
I heard something, but I didn't fully realize what it was at first. And, honestly? I didn't really care, either. I only cared about this, about Lucent and I, us, doing what we were doing, doing what we must.
Unfortunately it wasn't always that easy. Lucent broke away from me, refusing to meet my lips with his any longer. I tried to pull him back, to continue kissing him, but he held me off, guarding himself from my thwarted lust. Yes, well, that wasn't a very good thing to do, now was it? A woman scorned a
nd all of that, right? I wasn't scorned, but I really just wanted him to kiss me again.
He used his lips for something else instead; words. "My apologies," Lucent said.
He lowered his leg and backed away slowly, giving me ample space to move away from the wall, except for the fact that I didn't want to move away from the wall.
I turned to look at who he was speaking to, and saw Jessika and Asher standing in the doorway to her bedroom. They both looked somewhat shocked, though also curiously intrigued. I didn't know why, because I was fairly certain they did these sorts of things, too. Perhaps not brazenly out in the hallway where someone might see them, but it wasn't like Lucent and I were doing it in public or anything. It was just Jessika and Asher.
Yes, well, Elise, I had to remind myself. Asher was the CEO of Landseer Enterprises, a billion dollar corporation, and technically speaking, Jessika, his wife, was my boss. So, um... regardless of the fact that they were the only ones who could see us, perhaps I shouldn't be so lax in accepting that fact.
I didn't like this reasoning, but the logic remained steadfast and I needed to acknowledge it.
"Sorry," I said, trying not to pout or act childish. That only worked for a second. "I'm not actually sorry, though. I'm a little sorry. I don't want anyone to feel awkward, you know? That was really nice, though. For me, I mean. Lucent is... I... I don't know what I'm saying right now. I'm sorry that we got a little carried away, but I still liked it a lot."
Lucent sighed, and I thought I saw a spark of a laugh hiding behind is reluctant smile. "You certainly have a way with words, Miss Tanner," he said.
"Why thank you, Lucent," I said, matching his smile with one of my own.
"Do you want some clothes?" Jessika asked. "That's, uh... that's what I was going to ask. Maybe Asher and Lucent can make some food? There's not much, but there's a little in the fridge, and I can help you find some clothes, and then we can all figure something out while we eat breakfast and sit down and talk?"
"That sounds agreeable," Lucent said with a nod.
I nodded, as well. "Sure."
With that settled, Jessika took my hand and pulled me away from Lucent. This was probably for the best, because I didn't think I'd go with her otherwise. Lucent was like my gravity, sometimes; I didn't realize I was stuck to him until someone pointed it out.
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