Thread: The Arrangement (Translucentfeathers & Father Figure)

There was power in moments like this. He felt it between them, that dynamic that hinted that there was so much more to the world than the mere flesh that was touching. The energy seeming to be palpable, given life in the space between them. It could be felt in the air, enabling these two incredibly different people to slowly begin to ignore that myriad sensations around them in order to concentrate in utter fascination on their small little section of it. Gone was the whimpers of the well used woman, gone were the prying eyes and the desperate glances, and gone were the trappings of society. It was as if they were alone now, the sounds washing out and turning reality surreal, the only thing seeming to have even a semblance of truth was that touch and the anticipation of the question that had been asked. His smooth voice replied softly into her ear. You already have decided, you just haven't said yes yet. I don't have to ask, now do I? The question was completely rhetorical. He was not in any way seeking an actual answer from her, because the truth was he already had it. Consent was always the question between people such as them, but he was hardly the norm of the male species. He did not have to ask, he did not want to ask, and he would not be asking her. No, instead that hand continued upwards as those thighs parted, opening as if he had been Moses given life and he cupped her. Cool fingers from the feel of his drink sliding along the slick hot flesh of her beautiful flesh, the eyes never leaving hers. The way he moved was supremely confident, as if he knew exactly how to treat a woman's body, and he parted her folds with an ease that was nearly criminal, his fingers running upwards to begin rolling that hard clit with tips already wet with her nectar. He exhaled slowly at the feel of her, shivering the tiniest of bits as he took her in such a blatant fashion. This was where he would find her answer, this was where he would find his consent. He sat his drink to the side with his other hand, coming closer to the neck that she offered and he kissed her throat slowly...his tongue coming out to trace as his fingers continued to work her willing form...well, willing in that he was not exactly stopping, and while legally there was a bit of a gray area here...in truth this is what he got off on. He loved it, his cock already aching and hard in his pants, but unlike most men he didn't feel a need to whip it out and offer it up for approval. No, this was about her, this was all about her. He wanted to play her like an instrument, show her that there was a man who could turn her moans into music and making her orgasms into a fucking operatic piece. He smirked just slightly at himself at the analogy in his mind, his teeth grazing just the tiniest of bits, before speaking again. Tell me, now that we've found out how badly you want to...participate, do let me know...how far do you want to go tonight, hmm? What is it you need...? His voice trailed off as he brushed his lips across her cheek to turn his head to gaze into her eyes, his features dark and brooding. He did not want his answer because he needed it, he wanted the answer merely because it thrilled him to know it.