[players not pups, takes place third week in June]
"Do I look sufficiently sexy?" Marlee asks out loud as Shane pulls into the drive in front of the Establishment. "Don't lie." She's wearing a purple dress, which she's not sure is really all that kink-appropriate, but it's comfortable. Marlee's been buzzing with excitement about this scene with Pauley, and fortunately, Shane's encouraged it, so the whole thing feels very right.
"You look delicious," Shane signs, "if it were anyone other than Pauley, I'd be seething with jealousy." If it were anyone other than Pauley, he wouldn't be delivering her to the front door of the club, and sending her off to scene with his blessing, if he's entirely honest. Well, he probably wouldn't. But that's neither here nor there, because the two most awesome women in his life are about to play together and thinking about that too hard is going to make his drive home, in rather tight jeans, kind of miserable. So instead, he kisses her softly. "I told Pauley to call me when you're ready for me to come get you, or come have breakfast tomorrow, or whatever. So you go have the best time, sweetheart, okay?"
"Okay, I will," Marlee smiles, kissing him once more. "Probably breakfast. I don't think I'll want to think after, just sleep," she explains with a little laugh. "Have a good night. I love you," she signs, tapping her hand against his chest.
He nods, he figured breakfast, and that'll work. "I love you," he waves. "Have fun!" He watches until she's completely out of sight, disappeared behind the opaque front doors of the club.
Inside, Marlee blinks a few times to adjust to the dimmer light, and then heads to the bar where Pauley asked her to meet. She looks around for a minute until she spots Pauley down near the end of the bar, and waves as she walks over. "Hi," she smiles, not sure if she should hug or kiss or wait, and taking the latter as the safest option for now.
"Hi!" Pauley sweeps Marlee into a big, tight hug. She's been waiting for a while, she was so excited that she showed up early and has been nursing a glass of lemonade for a half an hour.
That hug relaxes Marlee immediately, and she laughs as she squeezes back, just as tight, her face presses against Pauley's neck. She's wearing a two-inch heel, but she's still shorter than Pauley by a good bit.
When they finally let go, Pauley pats the stool next to her. "Let's sit for a minute," she signs. "Do you want a drink? Oh, I'm so glad to see you. We're going to have such a good time." She can run at the mouth and the hands.
"Diet Coke, I think," Marlee signs, smiling back at Pauley. Milkshakes aren't really the pre-scene thing. "I'm glad to see you," she echoes. "I made Shane watch me model dresses. And underwear."
"I love the dress, my favorite color," Pauley's sure that Shane remembers and that might have influenced his opinions. She orders Marlee's drink as the bartender comes their way. "I'm curious about the underwear."
"Well you'll see, soon," Marlee smiles. "It matches the dress." Royal purple and lacy, one of her little indulgence buys from Victoria's Secret that Shane seems to appreciate.
Pauley's eyebrows rise. "Oh, good good," she nods and she can't wait to see it. But she can keep her cool while they have their drinks. Well, most of her cool. "You're so beautiful. I'm very excited."
"Me too," Marlee grins, sipping on her Coke when it arrives. "I keep thinking about you."
"Oh? I've been thinking. Thinking and plotting. What have you been thinking?"
"Just that you're really sexy. And I like the way you come off as so confident. It makes me feel good about what we're going to do. I mean, I know you know what you're doing, because you taught Shane," Marlee emphasizes with a little laugh.
"Well, I'd like to think I do!" Given what Shane shared about his recent woes in the kink department, Pauley's glad that their connection still rates her approval. "And sexy? Confident? That's you, totally. I can't imagine how you'd be here, otherwise."
"Thank you," Marlee smiles. She doesn't deny it, no reason to. Instead, she rests a hand lightly over Pauley's, stroking her thumb over the back of it and speaking out loud. "Are there rules I should know for tonight? I can't promise to be very good with them, but I want to know what they are."
"Have fun," Pauley likes the initiative Marlee's taking. "Speak up, verbally or with sign, if you need something or want something or hate something," she thinks for a moment or two. "Come, as much as you can or want, and I'm going to work on making that happen." She thinks that's it, then one more comes to her. "Oh! Get out of here," she taps Marlee's temple. "Don't overthink. Don't think, if you can help it. Just let it happen."
"Right," Marlee laughs. "I'll try."
"And I'll try my best to make you," Pauley signs, and her smile is a promise of that, in the best way possible.
Marlee just grins, letting a hand drift to Pauley's thigh and squeeze it.
"Handsy!" Pauley laughs. "So you have my rules, what are yours? What are your limits?"
"Well, you know I don't do heavy humiliation or heavy pain. Those are the big ones. Nothing unsafe, like blood or anything," Marlee signs. "No choking, no blindfolds."
"Those are easy," Pauley confirms. "Anything you don't like, places that mess you up if they're touched too much, or anything like that? Places you wouldn't want to be bitten or pinched?"
"I don't think so," Marlee replies after thinking about it for a moment. "No marks that I can't cover up if I need to." And pinching and biting is a good thought that she's happy to dwell on.
"And how about fucking?"
"Fucking's always good," Marlee laughs. "Like I said when we talked, I am pro-fucking."
"Well then, I think we should go upstairs and get naked," Pauley drains her lemonade at last, and rubs her hands together. She's already got the room, even arranged for certain toys to be brought out and made ready. She's excited to get going.
"Okay," Marlee agrees cheerfully, putting her half-full glass of Coke down and sliding off her stool. "I'm ready to see you naked," she jokes.
"I do look pretty good without my clothes," Pauley jokes, taking Marlee's hand as they head toward the elevators. It pauses the conversation, but that's okay, because it gives Pauley a chance to keep Marlee close until they're on their way upstairs, and that's always a very good thing.
That's a nice enough mental image to dwell on, and so Marlee does as they go on up, thinking about Pauley's long legs and her slim hips and her breasts, often hidden under Abby's labcoat but definitely the kind of breasts one might want to get one's hands around, if one is into that thing. And Marlee, she decides, definitely is.
"Undress for me when we get into the room, and I'll go make sure everything is arranged as I requested," Pauley orders, quite casually, as the elevator nears their floor. "I want to look at you, too."
"Okay," Marlee agrees, nodding her head. Watching Pauley speak has made her think other things about Pauley's mouth, good things, but she's able to at least make some effort to focus when they get inside, putting her handbag on a table and hesitating just a moment before she reaches back for her zip. This is what makes it real, a casual order given like it's Pauley's right, stripping out of her dress as Pauley busies herself around the suite, not looking. It's the kind of thing that would make her want to challenge a man, but this is one of those areas where gender does matter for Marlee, and coming out of a woman that attitude is nothing but gorgeous. She drapes the dress over a chair and kneels down to get her shoes unbuckled, first one foot and front and then the other, still wearing her royal purple underwear, both lacy and silky.
Pauley's surveying her toys, but she keeps glancing at Marlee, really pleased that there didn't seem to be a moment's hesitation before the beautiful dress was dispatched. But the lingerie stops her, and she decides the toys can wait. "Stop," she signs, hurrying back into Marlee's line of sight. "Stop and let me look," she slides a hand over a silky hip. "You wore this for me?"
"Yeah." Marlee laughs, a little bashful, but the hand on her feels good, and she certainly won't discourage that. "Good?"
"Better than good. Gorgeous," Pauley steps back. "Turn," she gestures. "Let me see. I wish I'd caught you with your shoes still on."
"Should I put them back?" Marlee offers, signing with a big smile before she pivots around, giving Pauley a good look-in at her ass and then completing the circle.
"No, I like you just like this," Pauley smiles. "Wait," she plunks down on her ass right there in front of Marlee. "This way I can see you, while I do this," she explains, unclasping her boots and getting out of them. "Now," she grunts as she stands, not so graceful but oh well. "That's a little better." She's still taller than Marlee by several inches, but not so much now that they're both barefoot. And all the better for sliding onto the bed. Eventually. "C'mere," she opens her arms.
"Here," Marlee replies, stepping into the circle of Pauley's arms but keeping her head back so she can see, hands resting lightly on Pauley's shoulders. She kind of likes being mostly-naked against Pauley's clothes, it makes her feel sexy.
Tipping Marlee's chin up, Pauley kisses her, neatly but surely claiming her mouth, tongue exploring slowly, taking her time with this. She's wanted to do this since the night they met (maybe even longer, if she's honest) and it's nothing she's going to rush.
This isn't like the last kiss, Marlee can tell. Then, she was leading, but tonight, Pauley's the one giving things direction, and Marlee's content to let her at the moment. It feels good, and she definitely feels wanted, her hands gently stroking the back of Pauley's neck in appreciation.
Pauley enjoys for a few long moments, fingers slid into Marlee's hair to keep her right where Pauley wants her. But as easy as it would be to stay and kiss for the entire evening, that's not going to get them anywhere. Pauley steps back. "I'd like to put you there, wrists bound," she signs, pointing to the cross in one corner of the room. "Is that something you've done?"
"Bondage," Marlee signs. "Not like that, though."
"Any objections?" Pauley has a second idea in mind if there are, but she hopes not.
Marlee shakes her head. "No. That's good. Do I go there now?" she clarifies. "Do I keep my underwear on?"
"No, naked time," Pauley laughs. "Naked, then go over. I'm going to get the things I need."
"Okay," Marlee agrees, stripping out of her underwear and bra while Pauley watches, then heading over to the cross. She can't quite bring herself to stand spread eagled against it, alone and naked, but she does stand by the wall, facing out, waiting for Pauley to get the things and come tie her up.
"Very nice," Pauley signs, watching Marlee, not blaming her for not getting right into place at the cross one bit. She takes just a quick minute to gather everything she wants, including some items tucked into the small fridge in the corner. She puts it all on a tray, covers it with a towel, and gets to Marlee as quickly as she can.
"I covered everything up," she explains, "because it's for me to worry about, not you. Your only job today is to experience."
"Okay," Marlee says out loud, nodding and giving Pauley a smile. Sometimes surprises are fun, and she likes that Pauley's planning on taking control like that. "One more kiss, please?"
Pauley laughs and gives Marlee just that, a kiss that could blister the paint off of the walls, taking Marlee's hands and lifting them up against the cross, holding her there, just to show her what it's like.
That's much more like it, and Marlee moans her enthusiasm into the kiss without embarrassment, enjoying the feel of Pauley's hands over hers, pressing them to the cross.
"Are you ready?" Pauley asks, speaking as clearly as she can, hands occupied. "You'll be up here for a little while."
"I'm ready," Marlee agrees. It's a comfortable enough way to stand, no particular strains to being against the cross, and she's eager to see what's next.
Pauley doesn't dawdle about buckling Marlee's wrists to the cross, careful to make the cuffs just tight enough. She doesn't bother with her ankles, though. She has a feeling that she won't need to, if the tips Shane gave her were accurate (and why wouldn't they be) and Marlee's demeanor tells her anything. "Are you excited?" She signs, stepping back to admire what's before her.
Marlee laughs and nods a lot. There's a lot of anticipation running through her, and Pauley's so fucking gorgeous that she could hardly not be. "Very," she says, wiggling her fingers.
"Good," Pauley wiggles out of her pants, tight black jeans aren't compatible with what she has in mind. She leaves her t-shirt on, though, it's comfortable enough. Besides, she doesn't want Marlee too distracted. Getting close again, right in Marlee's space, she grasps both of Marlee's nipples, teasing with thumb and forefinger, little squeezes, lots of stroking.
"Oh," Marlee gasps, making a small happy sound and relaxing a little against the cross. "That's good."
"Good, good," Pauley doesn't stop, but adds a bit of her fingernails in, pressing and scratching, a tiny touch of pain.
The pain makes Marlee hiss lightly through her teeth, but it's nothing bad, not too intense. She likes how close Pauley's standing, the tiny touch of vulnerability she gets from being naked while Pauley's still wearing her t-shirt.
Pauley knows that Marlee won't close her eyes, she wouldn't take away her communication, but she will engage in distraction. She squeezes Marlee's nipple hard, a little twist, while she sneaks an ice cube from the bowl under the towel and palms it. She knows a little about sleight of hand, today she'll have to put that to use if she wants to keep an element of surprise going. It's a fun little challenge.
Marlee sees movement out of the corner of her eye, but she doesn't focus on that because she's too interested in the nipple play, which is starting to filter through her senses to other areas of the body. It's a mix of physical and psychological, but none of it's bad, and the little bit of pain is bringing arousal to the surface, getting her blood pumping.
Leaning back in close, Pauley kisses Marlee again, another distraction to mask as she brings up her hand, palm now freezing and wet, and presses the ice against Marlee's nipple, cupping it there, full contact.
Marlee is relaxed enough, fully participating in the kiss, that the ice does come as a complete shock, and she screams right against Pauley's mouth after the first twenty seconds or so when the sensation slow shifts from "what's that?" to "ow fuck cold." Her hips try to wiggle out of the way, but she can't move her breasts sideways, and all stepping forward gets her is a slight strain in the shoulders and her body pressed closer to Pauley's.
Pauley feels the strain, and knows she's getting exactly the reaction she wants. She steps back, circling the nipple with the ice cube, a wicked smile on her face. "Old school, but still very useful," she observes, mostly for herself.
"Cold," Marlee whimpers, still trying to wriggle as the burning sensation increases just under her skin.
"Yep," Pauley nods, watching a droplet of water slide off of the tip of Marlee's nipple. It's gorgeous. "Time for the other," she transfers the cube to the opposite breast, circling again, loving the reaction.
This time it's expected at least, but it's still fucking cold, and Marlee keeps squirming, making little noises as the cold hardens her nipple. The best she can do is try to breathe through it.
The cube is the sort that comes from an icemaker, with a divot in the center, and it's melting fast. Pauley slips her finger in the divot and holds it up. "Open up," she orders, painting the cube over Marlee's lips. "We don't want to waste."
Marlee's kind of surprised by that, but she does as she's told, opening her mouth around wet ice and letting it slip past her lips. She keeps her eyes on Pauley's mouth, not wanting to miss anything.
That was Pauley's one test, and Marlee passed beautifully. "Good girl," Pauley nods, but her sign is even deeper praise. "Beautiful." The kiss she gives warms Marlee's mouth right back up.
Marlee smiles into the kiss, cold water swallowed and now it's just Pauley's taste on her tongue, making her squirm all over again. She's very aware of being naked and restrained, and there's a tiny bit of restlessness, though Pauley's dominance is keeping that at bay so far.
"Now, open up again," Pauley steps back, rummaging on her covered tray. There's only one thing shaped like what she's looking for, she's pretty sure she can find it without looking. "Nice and wide."
That particular order makes Marlee a little unsure, and she frowns, dithering in her head, though she does ultimately do as she's told, opening her mouth wide and trying to keep her eyes on Pauley.
"It's okay, it's just for a minute, I need a place for this," Pauley explains, and puts the slim candle between Marlee's lips. "Just for a moment."
Marlee nods, appreciating the reassurance. It's not what she expected, and it's easy enough to bite down lightly on the candle, holding it in place. Of course, after a second or two she starts thinking about what the candle's for, and gets warm all over again.
"You're thinking," Pauley scolds in sign, laughing, "none of that." She finds the lighter on the tray, and lights the candle. "This is going to be fun."
Marlee makes a vague sound of agreement, shifting so her stance is balanced again and waiting as the candle burns, feeling her cheek warm.
"Do you know what's coming?" Pauley signs. It's a yes or no question, so not too hard to answer even with her mouth occupied.
Marlee nods, making a little affirmative sound and spelling out "wax" with one bound hand. Where Pauley plans to put the wax, well, she can't know that, but she likes the idea as a general proposition.
"Yep," Pauley plucks the candle from Marlee's mouth, giving her a big smacking kiss. "Good candleholder." She drizzles wax over Marlee's shoulder, dropping from a nice height, playing with the heat.
Marlee laughs, except then there's the splat of wax on her skin and she jumps, more from the sensation of something falling on her than from the heat. Little bit of a sting, but her the skin on her shoulder can take it easily, and it's actually really nice to feel.
Pauley circles the wax around, drizzling it in a necklace pattern across Marlee's upper chest. "Sexy," she nods approvingly. "I like it."
"Yeah," Marlee agrees, concentrating on the little splats of hot wax, each sensation layered in a row. "Me too."
Pauley twirls the candle, building up a puddle of melted wax in the concavity at the top. "Feel good so far?"
"Yeah," Marlee agrees. "It's kinda... different. Good different. I like it."
"Good," Pauley nods, and drops the whole puddle right onto Marlee's nipple.
"Fuck!" Marlee shouts, because okay, not what she was expecting. But after she bucks a few times against the restraints, hissing to get through the initial shock, the pain of the wax leaves her with a kind of buzzing high. She breathes deeply, trying to decide how she feels about that.
"That was a good response," Pauley nods, twirling the candle again. "What do you think? Good hurt?"
By the time Pauley asks, Marlee knows the answer. She can't quite say why she likes it, but it's a kind of hurt that's none of the bad things, not violence or punishment. She nods her head, eyes on the candle, breathing still deep and steady though between her legs she's clenching a bit with anticipation.
"Ready?" Pauley doesn't wait for the answer, it's not about that, exactly. She coats Marlee's other nipple, a bit more wax this time, a stray drip dropping to Marlee's thigh. "Gorgeous." Even more fun that applying it is going to be taking it off, but no need to get ahead of herself.
Knowing it's coming is a little different, but it doesn't shut down her brain's "fuck! hot!" sensors, and the wax poured right over one of more sensitive areas of her skin makes her groan through her teeth, gritting through the pain. Her legs still shuffle restlessly, despite the fact that she knows she doesn't have far to go in the bondage. It's just some movement to put her body to until the sensations become less intense and she stills again.
"Deep breaths," Pauley counsels, "slow and deep." She sticks the candle in a glass on the tray. "Let's just bring things down for a minute." Not long, just enough to be able to build things up again, it's one of her favorite tricks. She stroke's Marlee's hair back from her forehead, stealing a quick kiss.
Marlee nods, deepening her breathing, moving her head just a little into Pauley's hand to show that she enjoys the touch and following the kiss when Pauley moves out of it.
"Greedy," Pauley signs, but she gives another kiss, a little less fleeting, while she fishes more ice from the bowl. It's all more melted, so three cubes are stuck together in a dripping mass, which is perfect. She follows the path of the wax, starting at Marlee's shoulder, the cold moving over every point that had been heated.
Her skin's a little less sensitive now, so she doesn't have to break the kiss to scream or cry out, but the cold still makes her shiver, whimper a little. Mostly Marlee's just feeling the exertion of her reactions to each new sensation, exertion that means she's a little looser now, a little more relaxed in the bondage.
It's the relaxation that Pauley's looking for. That's when the fun can really start, when the struggle stops. "Starting to like this, aren't you?"
"Yes," Marlee agrees, meeting Pauley's eyes. She is, that's easy enough to say. It's not hard with Pauley, not so far.
"Good," Pauley giggles, dropping the ice back in the bowl, and withdrawing the metal vibrator she's been chilling there since she set everything up. "This is gonna feel stranger than anything ever," she warns, just as she tucks the cold steel against Marlee's clit and turns it on medium speed.
Marlee's reaction is a burble of confused curses that don't really come out like English, and her hips are moving like she can't figure out whether to rock forward or press her ass back against the wall. It's stronger than a vibrator has any right to be, somehow, though the vibe itself isn't any more impressive than the collection in her closet.
Pauley doesn't relent, gently pressing Marlee back so that she doesn't stress her shoulders, rolling the vibrator side to side. She's almost positive that fairly shortly this is going to be the best thing ever for Marlee, but they've got to get there.
"Fuck," Marlee mutters a little more clearly, trying to stand more still and just take the vibration.
"Deep breaths," Pauley counsels, lifting Marlee's chin, modeling the pace for her. "Nice and slow."
Following is easy, at least, and Marlee does as she's told, mirroring Pauley's inhales and exhales. As she does that, slows down again, even with the cold and the vibration against her clit, she starts to adjust to it, and the rest of her starts to take note.
"Yeah," Pauley nods, watching, seeing a world of emotions and sensations written across Marlee's expressive face. "Just feel."
"Waiting... for it to warm up," Marlee admits, laughing a little. Even the cold feels good, though, in a kind of weird way. She likes Pauley standing close up against her, keeping her from squirming too much.
"It will," Pauley slides a finger alongside the vibrator, and Marlee's still as warm as can be wherever the metal isn't touching. "You're hot." She smirks and licks her finger clean. She pulls the vibe back, letting just the tip buzz right against Marlee's clit, giving her a little break from the overwhelming cold.
"Yeah," Marlee manages, the change a relief that reminds her where she is, where her head is. She allows herself to stay there, consciously, to be relaxed for Pauley. The buzz feels good like that, strong but less invasive than the cold entirely up against her. She hums a little, encouraging, though her eyes don't leave Pauley's face.
"Feeling good now? Do you want to come? Can you?"
"I... can soon," Marlee replies honestly. "Would you... I want... I need something inside. Now... or later," she admits. She doesn't need penetration to come, but she loves it, and she wants to have it tonight.
All things considered, Pauley would love to slide her fingers inside, but not without a glove, and she can't keep the vibrator where it is and put a glove on at the same time. So instead, a little shuffle, and a gorgeous glass dildo is found on the tray. She was going to warm it a bit, but warm and cold at once would be too much. "How's this? Spread your legs for me."
Marlee nods, stepping one leg out to the side and then the other, leaving enough space between her thighs for Pauley to work. The light buzzing is really start to get her, and she's sure she won't last long once the dildo is inside.
Pauley doesn't play nicely with the dildo, she slides it in which such slowness, so much teasing, so much in and out and twisting that provides sensation without more fullness that even she thinks that she may almost be cruel. She looks up from where she's crouched level with Marlee's crotch (which amuses) just to see how her achingly slow progress is being taken.
Marlee's at a weird place, frustrated by the slowness and the lack of that deep, shoving push of the dildo she craves, but deep enough in headspace that the words to demand it don't come. Instead, it's just a string of "almosts," each movement another little almost, until she's whimpering and biting her lip and looking down hopefully at Pauley, her eyes a little moist. Her pussy clenches and releases gently, the vibrator promising to send her over but still not quite there.
Pauley can see that Marlee is fighting, struggling to let go of all control, to be good, to take what she's given. The struggle is written all over her face and it's gorgeous. And worthy of reward, in the form of the dildo carefully but fully thrust inside, an easy liquid push, Marlee's practically dripping into her palm and it's gorgeous. Holding the dildo tight in place, she presses the vibrator more firmly against Marlee's clit. It's time to let her go.
"Oh God," Marlee moans, not sure whether Pauley can understand her but frankly not caring. It feels so fucking good, Pauley's hand pressed up against her, holding the dildo inside, and she rocks against it, gasping at how beautifully unyielding the glass is. Something in the back of her mind tells her that she's really got to get one of these, and then she's coming, the mechanical vibrations forcing her right into a hard, unrelenting, loud orgasm.
Marlee is loud, gorgeous, self-possessed and unreserved as she comes, and Pauley laughs, laughs right along with Marlee's moans and sighs and gasps, riding out every moment of the orgasm, the vibe still buzzing, though not as intensely. She eases it away when Marlee flinches, but as she stands she leaves her hand cupped, holding the dildo in place, waiting to see how Marlee feels.
"Wow," Marlee exclaims, breathing heavily, chest heaving as she smiles sheepishly at Pauley. The dildo's still good, the dildo's great, in fact, she likes that pressure from inside as she comes down and the closeness of Pauley's body, her hand still pressed to Marlee's vulva. It helps her chase the feeling a little longer, even as she can feel herself dripping around it.
"I like wows," Pauley smiles. "Can you hold this in on your own?" She wiggles the dildo just a little. "I need both hands."
Marlee gasps softly when it moves, then nods. "Yeah. I think so," she says, clenching her muscles down around it. It's heavy, not the easiest thing, but she can manage.
Pauley signs now, so that there are no questions about anything. "I'm going to take you down from the cross, and we're going to move to the bed. Nothing's ending, just a change of venue, got it?"
Marlee nods. She can't really say how much she appreciates that reassurance, so she just goes with it, waiting patiently for Pauley to undo her wrists.
"When I undo you, you can decide what you want to do with the dildo," Pauley signs, spelling the last word because she has no idea what the word sign for it might be. She'll have to ask. She undoes Marlee, and rubs her shoulders. "Okay?"
"Okay," Marlee agrees, swaying a little towards Pauley just because the pressure on her shoulders feels so nice. "Does my choice affect what you do next?" she asks, reaching down to hold it in place with her fingers.
"No, not at all," Pauley grabs her tray of goodies to take to the bed. "Just how you walk."
Marlee laughs out loud, because yes, she was thinking that too. "I can't, with it in," she admits, letting the glass slide out into her hand and then walking slowly over the bed, getting her limbs used to movement again. "Can I put it back, though?" she asks, crawling onto the bed. "I like it."
Pauley puts the tray down and slips onto the bed, kissing Marlee hard. "Not yet. Don't worry, you'll get more."
"All right," Marlee agrees, pressing into Pauley after the kiss, though there's a distinct pout on her face.
"Oh cute," Pauley snickers, and props herself up on one elbow to start peeling strips of wax from Marlee's skin.
Marlee just grins, though she makes a little sound as the wax separates from her skin. Not painful, really, not like it would be on spots with hair, but it's still different.
Pauley sits up, signing again, "do you know what tactile gloves are?"
Marlee shakes her head. "What they sound like?" she signs. "Gloves for touching people?"
"Gloves with an extra," Pauley pulls one from the tray and runs the palm along Marlee's arm, hundreds of little spiky nubs sliding over her skin.
"Oh! Huh." Marlee watches the gloved hand move down her arm, shivering as the spikes trace down towards her wrist. "How do you want me?" she signs with a grin.
"Just relax," Pauley pulls on both gloves, the left slightly different than the right, and straddles Marlee's hips. "Relax and feel."
"Kay," Marlee agrees, sprawling comfortably. Pauley looks gorgeous and in charge, and Marlee's more than ready to let her do whatever she has in mind--even if her pussy is clenching in anticipation of getting that dildo back.
Pauley slides her hands over Marlee's breasts. She knows Marlee wants that dildo back, but right now she's more concerned with more sensation, ramping up the anticipation even further. She rubs nubby thumbs over Marlee's wax-coated nipples in broad circles.
"Ooh," Marlee grins, enjoying that texture even muted through the wax. Not anything particularly strong or sharp, just a little texture that's easy to relax and feel.
Pauley flicks the wax, using the nubs to get underneath it, pulling it away from the skin. There's a mischievous look on her face as she bends and rips one cap of wax the rest of the way off with her teeth.
Now that's an interesting feeling, first the nubs, then Pauley's teeth on skin that's extra sensitive, the areola much more so than the rest of her breast. Marlee gasps quietly, her hips bucking just a little up into Pauley.
Pauley sits up, signing a little clumsily with the gloves on, but it's managable. "Be good, or you'll meet Fred earlier than I planned."
"Fred?" Marlee asks, confused. Even with the gloves, she's pretty sure she saw the letters right.
Pauley nods, and finds Fred on the tray. Fred is big and blue, and big, and her favorite toy in the world, a feeldoe. A very big one. "Fred."
"Oh, Fred," Marlee grins. "That's not really supposed to be a deterrent for me, is it?" she signs, subtly rolling her hips up again.
"Fred is not very forgiving," Pauley slips off the bed long enough to shed her clothes. "Fred is kind of hard and unyielding, especially when I'm straddling you and holding you down." She tucks her side of the toy into her with a groan and an animated shudder. She's dripping wet and more than ready for her own pleasure. "So you tell me if that's what you want."
Marlee has her own shudder at the mental image. Straddling you and holding you down. "Fuck, yes," Marlee replies clearly, out loud. "I like hard," she signs. "Like the glass. Hold me down," she echoes hopefully.
Pauley's already sliding a condom over Fred's shaft. "Well then," she positions herself between Marlee's legs. "Any last requests?"
"Just gave it to you," Marlee replies, spreading her legs easily. She's sure Pauley could work her up until she's flying, have her begging for it, and she wants that sometime, but she really can't say no to being fucked. She's never been able to.
Pauley lifts Marlee's legs around her waist and slides home, taking Marlee's hands and pinning them above her head, the nubby gloves still on, making it all that much more intense.
"Fuck," Marlee groans. Fred is big, Pauley wasn't kidding, and it feels like there's nowhere to go once the dildo's inside her. She rocks her hips forward a little and shivers as every part of her reacts to the stimulation.
The half of Fred in Pauley isn't as big, but it has a wicked curve right up against her clit, and Marlee rocking up pushes on that curve in the best, dirtiest way. For some reason, she wasn't expecting to be fucked back, and the surprise makes it even more awesome. "Yes!" she calls triumphantly, sliding her hands down to hold Marlee's wrists, thrusting deep.
It's a night for surprises for everyone, it seems--Marlee's used to enthusiastic lovers, but Pauley's more than, and her enthusiasm makes Marlee laugh and moan in quick succession, pushing her wrists against Pauley's gloved hands and whimpering in satisfaction when they don't budge. "Don't stop," she gasps, each thrust indirectly stimulating her clit deep inside.
Pauley has no intention of stopping or slowing down or showing any mercy. She'd planned on more play, the gloves all over Marlee's skin, pulling off all of the wax, teasing with all kinds of fun feel good things on her tray, but this? Way better. Fun for them both.
With the nubs pressing into the fragile skin of her wrists, Pauley steadily fucking her, Marlee starts to sink deeper into headspace, still participating with all the little noises she makes but relaxing into the mattress rather than bucking against Pauley. Every little sensation just builds, bit by bit, and she can honestly enjoy the feeling of being restrained, restricted, fucked without a choice--at least, that's how it feels when she plays.
This was definitely the right route, Pauley can see it in Marlee's eyes, see how she's slipping into a good place, hear how good the fuck is for her, and she's not the only one. There's no talking now, no tease, just steady, deep thrusts and the exchange of energy, taking each of them higher and higher. This is as good as it's been for Pauley in a lot of scenes.
Marlee comes unexpectedly, quick again, too hard to hold back once Pauley really starts moving, fucking her, their bodies moving together in a way that's kind of fascinating to Marlee. The feeldoe is different from being fucked by a man, and different, she imagines, from a strapon. It's kind of fucking both of them, though Pauley's clearly the one in charge, and Marlee loves that. She doesn't need to stop after an orgasm, though, and she's still deep down in her head, savoring how it feels there.
It takes Pauley a minute to realize that Marlee's coming, but there's no way to stop and Marlee doesn't seem to want her to. She's overwhelmed with the need for hot skin, so the gloves come off, literally, and she slides her hands down Marlee's torso to grasp her hips.
"Good," Marlee mumbles, and without thinking about it her hands hold onto the headboard when Pauley lets go, her body about as relaxed as it can be.
Pauley nods, because words are too much work now, she's fucking Marlee like she's never fucked any woman, and it doesn't seem like Marlee minds at all. In fact, it seems like it's exactly what she wants, and it's building heat from the soles of Pauley's feet, sizzling up her legs that are trembling with the mix of exertion and arousal in an absolutely perfect way. She holds Marlee's hips so tightly she might leave bruises, but she can't care right now.
Marlee continues to make soft sounds, each thrust shocking her overexerted nerves. The fingers feel good, though, bruising but sure, such a tight grip that she feels bound to the bed, and doesn't have to think about anything. What she does do is watch, eagerly taking Pauley in as she moves. She's so beautiful, and beyond that she's just completely open, which makes Marlee feel even more safe than the hands on her hips do.
It's the way Marlee watches, stares, practically, that pulls Pauley over, has her howling her orgasm to the ceiling, letting go only so that she can balance herself and not crush Marlee with an exhausted flop. "Wow," she manages, somehow, but she's spent.
Marlee just makes a little grunting sound of agreement, still catching her breath. She could sleep for a million years, now.
Pauley eases the toy from both of them carefully, then tosses it aside to sprawl next to Marlee, pulling her close. "OK?" she signs, "need anything?"
Marlee shakes her head, snuggling up close. This is all she really needs right now--touch, reassurance that she did a good job and that what she did was okay, natural, nothing to look down on. Pauley's excellent at making her feel that submission is only a good thing, and she'll relish that and rest comfortably.
Lifting Marlee's hand, Pauley forms it into a "p" shape, then forms her own and circles it to touch Marlee's. "Perfect." She thought that maybe this would be a one time thing, but now? She really hopes not.