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[forthedog]

Laying his tools out has always been a ritual of some power - now it has a new meaning, though it's one he isn't giving much space to here, because what he does in the basement of the asylum and what he's doing here have only the most tenuous connection. But the ritual is the same, a little outline without much in the way of hard planning, a set of possibilities.

It's important to keep things flexible. And this time he has a few things he didn't have before.

He picks up one of the lengths of rope - cotton, soft but reasonably strong - and turns to her. The light in the little room is warmly dim but more than enough to see her clearly by, and while he's never doubted her strength and capability... She looks almost delicate.

Pleasantly so.

He starts to uncoil the rope. "Tell me again what you absolutely don't want."

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[jianhuo]

Saffron lifts her head, though she can't move much, her arms tied the way they are. It's a discomfort that's not overpowering, but always there, and adding to the overall sensation of what's happening right now, what Mike's doing to her. She feels his fingers sliding along her skin, gasps at the brush against her clit. She moans again when they slip inside of her, her hips moving to press against his hand.

[forthedog]

"God, look how fucking wet you are." He laughs and thrusts harder and deeper, finger-fucking her slowly and feeling her dripping over his knuckles. He bends, ghosts his lips over her spine, then pauses as something occurs to him, and he ducks his head, sinking his teeth into the flesh of one ass cheek.

Might leave a mark. He hopes so.

"You slut, you love every goddamn second of this."

[jianhuo]

She can't help but continue to move her hips, pushing what little distance she can back against his hand as he thrusts his fingers into her. Another moan escapes her at the press of his cheek into her skin. She hopes he's left a mark.

"Ai ya, yes, yes I do," she gasps in confirmation. She loves it so much that if he keeps this up, she's going to come soon, no doubt about it.

[forthedog]

"Then you can wait for it." He pulls his fingers free, examines them in the dim light, and then brings them to his lips, licking them clean. She tastes sweet but there's a sharpness to it, something that's uniquely hers and uniquely fitting. She has an edge. He knows this.

He curls his fingers around the rope over her shoulders and pulls, not too hard but hard enough to be, at the very least, uncomfortable. "Up. You wanna come, you have to earn it."

[jianhuo]

Her moan becomes a soft whimper at the removal of Mike's fingers. When he pulls on the rope she has no choice but to go where he leads, and so she gets up silently, her muscles protesting, and a throbbing between her thighs.