Thread: Attention!  (IWishThat&Valanaer)

Jasmine did watch, those brilliant green eyes seemingly attached to Ashal's face. Even as Wythe tried to distract her, his hands pulling her skirt down lifting her feet so he could toss it aside. She stood there in just a bra and panties. As Ashal was she was a perfect hour glass shape, her breast's perfect. She even had those perfect flat stomach. If anything she looked fragile almost completely naked. As if she was just as gentle as her form made her seem. Of course her eyes never changed, cold and calculating. Wythe's hands slipped across her skin, pressing kisses into her neck and trailing them across her shoulder. This didn't even distract her as she watched Christine bandage Ashal. It agitated her that the two of them could converse, really it did. She wanted Ashal to speak to her, to focus on only her. The very fact that his attention was on Christine instead of her made her blood boil and it was obvious on her face. Wythe sighed, grasping Jasmine's chin and forcing her to look away from Ashal. Your attached to the little prince, Ma'am. It is upsetting. He spoke the words gently into her ear, stubble on his cheek tickling her ear. One would think you prefer him over me. His words were barely out of his mouth before she gritted her teeth and her hand came up, Wythe easily catching it and using it to practically throw her onto the bed. She bounced once before she sat up, glaring at the man that smirked above her. Her eyes darted to Ashal, breath catching at the look in his eyes. She had missed him spitting at them, missed that it had almost hit her before Wythe had tossed her onto the bed. If she had she wouldn't of been still lying on the bed and Wythe knew that. He would force her to pay attention to him if he had to. Of course, he knew how dangerous that very thing could be but he didn't care. He had gained a small amount of power when he had taken up her offer on being her lover and he wasn't going to loose that. Crawling up onto the bed he grasped hold of her panties, pulling them down and off her legs before he moved up to her bra. Those bright green eyes were still on Ashal but he could at least get this. Grabbing her arm he rolled her over, earning himself a glance and a dark huff. Obviously she wasn't pleased with being moved but she wasn't fighting him. He chuckled softly, undoing her bra before tossing it behind him and pulling back. His eyes slipped across her form, watching in almost slow motion as she looked to him again a soft blush crossing her features. It was only in these moments when she was first naked that she became like this. Truly obedient, truly lovely. Bending down he pressed a kiss against her stomach, ignoring the hands that grasped his shoulders and pushed him away. He didn't move, tongue lapping at the skin gently before he moved up, hand coming up to touch one of those larges breasts bringing a gasp and then a moan from Jasmine as he back arched. The reaction made Wythe smirk, using two fingers to roll her hardened nipple between them. Lovely, Ma'am. So lovely. He whispered the words against her skin, trying to ignore the sounds across the room that obviously jasmine couldn't. Those green eyes were once again on the pair. She couldn't take this anymore. She could see how much pleasure was in Ashal's face and couldn't help but be turned on by this. Her swollen mound was already soaking wet. Reaching out she pushed at Wythe's shoulder, forcing him up once more and making him move off her. Rolling she propped herself up on all fours, back arched and perfect ass aimed towards Wythe. Now. Fuck me! It was an order, one that Wythe was willing to obey. Another chuckle came from him as he unzipped his pants and kicked them off along with his boxers. Once he was naked he placed himself behind her, using once hand to guide him towards her entrance which pulsed before him. The very thought of her silk folds surrounding him made him gulp gently. shifting forward he pressed his head against her entrance, one hand on her hip to keep her in place. jasmine wasn't someone to take thing slow, so instead of gradually pushing into her he slammed himself inside, moaning at the instant tightness. She moaned brightly, slight pain appearing from his sudden entrance. It only turned her on all the more. Green eyes misting over with desire and pleasure. Pulling back he slammed into her once more, moaning again as her body rocked with his. Those eyes never left Ashal's face, fire burning inside her at the look on his face. The fact that he was feeling pleasure at all, that his eyes were on her made her skin tingle. It heightened her pleasure and only enticed her to stare right back at him. Ashal. She practically moaned his name out, everything else dropping away except the two of them. Wythe pounded into her none the less, even as she continued to moan Ashal's name out, her fingers grasping hold of the blanket beneath her.