Thread: The Emerald Estate (GrinningGentleman x Poppy)

Her squirming as she was choked was a delight for Martin. Watching her body writhe, and try to help herself breathe, caused shivers down Martin's spine, as his strong hands pulled her coat away, tossing it limp on the floor behind him. At this point, he was still trying to avoid her heels, not having lost his focus around that yet. But when she howled in pain from the stab of the knife, that is when he lost it. She wasn't wrong in what she'd later proclaim. At this point, it felt like his cock was about to break through his pants, and make straight for her also longing sex. If one where poetic, one could have called them meant for each other, in this moment. As she started giggling again, Martin could not stop his own chuckles of excitement, as he kept her pushed against the table, his legs now stationary. He'd become the perfect target for the razors on her heels, letting her cut through the fabric of his black pants, and straight to his right shin, his body twitching at the pain, as his own chuckle got a hunt of pain to it, but didn't stop. It just turned more to a growl, as he lowered himself on top of her som more, his legs limping around her's, only to squeeze them together, and avoid the sharp heels while he recuperated. Errh... Of course.. You've got knives on your fucking heels... He laughed slightly, his head down next to her's at this point, realizing how easily it'd be for her to clap her head into his. He moved his lips to bite hard at her neck, easily hard enough to break the skin, and taste her blood, before raising out of danger, still keeping her legs in check. He moved himself a bit, stil keeping her down, as he let her legs untangle from his, starting to avoid her heels once more, as his left hand reached down, fumbling to get at her heels. It took a few seconds, as well as a few more cuts to his shins, to grab a hold of each heel, detaching them forcefully. Martin laughed at her words of wisdom about his member, his fingers grabbing a handful of her plump rear, as it squirmed against his touch, and his bulging crotch. His fingers weren't kind, but eager, as they stroked between her legs, pushing aside her panties, in order to have free reign to push inside her slit. At this point, all Vivian could do was kick back at him, and her kicks wouldn't be hard enough to hurt in this position, unable to give them enough momentum. She was under his mercy, completely, at this point. And judging about the wetness his two fingers now met, pushing it's way inside of her, she quite enjoyed this. You are wetter than a rainy day in London, down there.. In all of this bravado... You really do fucking love this, don't you. He grinned, as his fingers released the buttons on his pants, hardly even having to help the zipper down, pushed by the thick, throbbing member that bulged his underwear outwards at this point, nearly revealing it's, around 9,5-10 inches. He grinned, and listened, as she cursed her family's name, and even wider when mentioning the people who'd pledge themselves to her. He pushed his underwear down, letting the thick appendage flop free, pressing the tip against her exposed, wet sex, as he leaned down to her head again, pushing her lock upwards a little to make it more painful again. You spit, and you rage.. But you're so fucking aroused, your panties would slip off of you, if you stood straight... I'm not sure, you'll want to kill me, after tonight, actually. -No one- is ever going to fuck you, like I do tonight, you precious little whore. Martin whispered, keeping his cheek pressed against her's as he spoke, to avoid her knocking their heads together. After finishing, his lips found her ear, tongue licking against her lobe, before his teeth bit down on it, and he slowly thrust his cock forward. She was longing for this, even more than he was. And he was going to make entrance slow, the head of his cock slowly widening her wet slits for him, making way inside of her as he groaned. He let go of her ear, his left hand stroking back up her side and around her, stroking between her stomach and the desk, before meeting with her breast, pushing her shirt upwards in his hands travels, before squeezing her breast hard, fingers easily finding her nipple, testing if it was as aroused as her sex. If it was, his fingers would pinch it hard, as his cock pushed in further. Not even half way in yet, and he paused, grinning as he teased her nipple between two fingertips.