Sure, that would have helped more last year, back when she still had a concrete plan to get the fuck out of here before she sank into the inevitable complacency she knows she's fallen into now, but it's nice to see nevertheless. And he certainly wouldn't be doing this for her if he wasn't as utterly and completely devoted to her as he had claimed all along, and there's something comforting in that, too; so even though she knows that she shouldn't be doing this--still remembers the night when she told off Simon for even suggesting she might ever indulge in something like this--she lets Frost do this for her anyway. And she is every bit as thrilled as he had always promised her she would be.
He really is gorgeous like this, naked and kneeling in front of her on the bedroom floor; he looks downright sinful, collared and chained with every inch of his body well-oiled and flushed with arousal much more obvious than her own. He's playing the ideal Rough for her, reverent and submissive and above all else eagerly consenting; that this is merely a fantasy might ruin it for someone like Octavian--hell, might have ruined it for Frost himself, had he ever found himself in the position she found herself in now--but it's the only way she can participate. Had someone brought an actual Rough to her like this, Sparrow rather doubted they would survive the experience.
She seems to have Frost wrapped so tightly around her finger these days, in fact, that she might have been able to get him to enact that wrath for her. And whatever he did, no doubt, would be worse than anything she dared. First Lady she may be, but the Chancellor still has more leeway than anyone else in the world.
Right now, though, he doesn't have much at all; all he has is an erection, hard and eager between his legs, and that familiar look of anticipation in his eye that means he's dying for it. It's a look that means he'll let her take this as far as she wants, right up to the edge of the unforgivable, and he'll love every second of it. He'll beg for her to do it, and then he'll ask for more.
It's nights like this, really, when Sparrow is most happy with him. And it's not even that this whole scene is what she wants, not exactly; while she certainly does enjoy it, she knows there's too much relief wrapped up in this for it to be proper pleasure. As much as she enjoys her dominance, she's more satisfied in the realization that he's willing to give it to her; he's willing to let her set their pace and treat him the way she feared she would be treated here, and she knows every bit of it is designed to appease her, to soothe her ever-recurring fears and stave off anything that would get in the way of what he wants from her, anything that might have the power to break the bond he's forced between them before it inevitably becomes something indestructible.
Perhaps, then, she should really be afraid of nights like this, should not just recognize them as manipulation but put a stop to them altogether in hopes of keeping herself as whole and sane as she possibly can... but she doesn't. She lets Frost do as he pleases even as he lets her do as she does, and that's what they've become. That's what they're going to be.
She gives him what he wants, and he gives her the rest. Maybe it's not a fair trade, but it's the only one he's willing to make.
Tonight, of course, what he wants is pleasure, and, as always since the moment he set eyes on her, he wants her to be the one to give it to him. But more than anything else, he wants to be the one orchestrating hers, and so he tonight he intends to do whatever it takes to get her off. No demand or request will go denied tonight, not as long as it's in his power to fulfill. Tonight, he is her slave.
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Oil [1/?]
Date: 2016-02-25 12:30 pm (UTC)Sure, that would have helped more last year, back when she still had a concrete plan to get the fuck out of here before she sank into the inevitable complacency she knows she's fallen into now, but it's nice to see nevertheless. And he certainly wouldn't be doing this for her if he wasn't as utterly and completely devoted to her as he had claimed all along, and there's something comforting in that, too; so even though she knows that she shouldn't be doing this--still remembers the night when she told off Simon for even suggesting she might ever indulge in something like this--she lets Frost do this for her anyway. And she is every bit as thrilled as he had always promised her she would be.
He really is gorgeous like this, naked and kneeling in front of her on the bedroom floor; he looks downright sinful, collared and chained with every inch of his body well-oiled and flushed with arousal much more obvious than her own. He's playing the ideal Rough for her, reverent and submissive and above all else eagerly consenting; that this is merely a fantasy might ruin it for someone like Octavian--hell, might have ruined it for Frost himself, had he ever found himself in the position she found herself in now--but it's the only way she can participate. Had someone brought an actual Rough to her like this, Sparrow rather doubted they would survive the experience.
She seems to have Frost wrapped so tightly around her finger these days, in fact, that she might have been able to get him to enact that wrath for her. And whatever he did, no doubt, would be worse than anything she dared. First Lady she may be, but the Chancellor still has more leeway than anyone else in the world.
Right now, though, he doesn't have much at all; all he has is an erection, hard and eager between his legs, and that familiar look of anticipation in his eye that means he's dying for it. It's a look that means he'll let her take this as far as she wants, right up to the edge of the unforgivable, and he'll love every second of it. He'll beg for her to do it, and then he'll ask for more.
It's nights like this, really, when Sparrow is most happy with him. And it's not even that this whole scene is what she wants, not exactly; while she certainly does enjoy it, she knows there's too much relief wrapped up in this for it to be proper pleasure. As much as she enjoys her dominance, she's more satisfied in the realization that he's willing to give it to her; he's willing to let her set their pace and treat him the way she feared she would be treated here, and she knows every bit of it is designed to appease her, to soothe her ever-recurring fears and stave off anything that would get in the way of what he wants from her, anything that might have the power to break the bond he's forced between them before it inevitably becomes something indestructible.
Perhaps, then, she should really be afraid of nights like this, should not just recognize them as manipulation but put a stop to them altogether in hopes of keeping herself as whole and sane as she possibly can... but she doesn't. She lets Frost do as he pleases even as he lets her do as she does, and that's what they've become. That's what they're going to be.
She gives him what he wants, and he gives her the rest. Maybe it's not a fair trade, but it's the only one he's willing to make.
Tonight, of course, what he wants is pleasure, and, as always since the moment he set eyes on her, he wants her to be the one to give it to him. But more than anything else, he wants to be the one orchestrating hers, and so he tonight he intends to do whatever it takes to get her off. No demand or request will go denied tonight, not as long as it's in his power to fulfill. Tonight, he is her slave.