Thread: The Arrangement (Translucentfeathers & Father Figure)

There were softly spoken words caressing her ear, his warm breath brushing over the sensitive skin as she swallowed deftly before pulling in a shaky breath at his response. The entire world around them, the club and all of its noise simply seemed to fade out from around them, disappearing almost entirely into the background as her reality was slowly beginning to be pieced together by the dominant at her side. She knew from the question that it wasn't meant to be answered and her teeth sank into the soft swell of her bottom lip as Claire attempted to retain a fraction of her resolve though it felt like she was grasping at sand, the more she struggled to tighten her grip the quicker the grains slipped free from her fingers. Claire wondered briefly why it was she was even fighting to hold on, what it was she was so deftly trying to protect. Why she was bothering to fight herself as the pieces of the mask she wore and despised were slowly cracking apart and getting pulled away by the man before her. His hand had slipped further up between her thighs even as her legs had begun to ease apart where they had been so tightly crossed together beneath his touch. Claire felt the sharp contrast of his cool fingers slip underneath the short skirt of her dress before they had deftly slid over the warm tight warm folds of her slick sex. A soft noise managed to escape her lips, her fingers tightening their grip at his wrist even as she felt him part her with practised ease before she felt his now wet fingers roll over the sensitive bundle of nerves that made up her clit. The sudden sound of his drink being abandoned on the bar had her wanting to turn but Matthew was leaning in then, his hand sliding closer to her neck while she felt his lips on her throat. The sweeping motions of his tongue, the slide of his lips, the grazing of sharp teeth all had her breath coming in a sharp gasp as she felt herself shut her eyes against the flashing lights of the club to better focus on his ministrations. The continued motions of his fingers had begun to cause her hips to shift slightly to grant him better access as she tilted her head back a bit further to accommodate his mouth as it roved all had her feeling a little lost while a warm heat began pulsing through her veins. Claire felt him withdraw his lips and it caused her brow to furrow slightly in confusion before he began speaking as she opened her eyes to find his own gaze searching hers with a darkened expression that only served to amplify the intensity of his eyes. The question had her uncertain and she felt the way his lips brushed over her cheek delicately in a way that had her settling a bit under the almost gentle gesture. I... her voice felt frail and different from the strength and certainty it normally carried. I want more. More of this, of what you are offering, she said as she struggled to find the line she should draw for the evening but feeling entirely uncertain as to what it should be. Her mind was racing and battling herself, logic and rational thinking trying to outweigh her wants and desires. I just need to not be able to think for a while, Claire said then, having become certain. Please.