08 Aug '15

#SSceneC2015 : Jaymi Hanako @JaymiHanako vs Jeffe Kennedy @jeffekennedy #NSFW

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cooltext129748819578231 The Queen’s Assassin – Jaymi Hanako

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“How long do we have?”

“I told the guard to take the rest of the night off.”

It surprised him a little, that she had the power to do so. On reflection, it made sense: the personal bodyguard to the queen would outrank a mere guard of the dungeon. “Then why are you holding in your scream?”

She looked shocked. Then gave him a sassy little smirk, along with her first real laugh. It sounded strained and rough, as if long unused. “What makes you think I am? Or that I would scream at all?”

“You will.” Madoc pronounced the words like a vow. An oath. And he intended them to be as binding as one. He envisioned taking her like he had dreamed of doing throughout the hours. Filling her with his cock, hard and fast and deep, until she had no choice but to scream his name. “You will.”

Raine shook her head, still smirking. “Boasting again, assassin?”

“Take off these chains, and I’ll prove it to you.” She held still, trembling and staring into his eyes, then reached over him. The snap of the lock opening was a welcome relief. He pulled down one hand but could not move the other. She made no attempt to unlock the second manacle. “Raine, please.”

Another shake of the head. “No. Not yet. I’m still not sure this is a good idea.”

She didn’t trust him. He could hardly blame her, considering the circumstances. He would have to prove himself in more ways than one.

Madoc slid his hand about her breast and stroked her nipple with his thumb. She shuddered violently and pressed her thighs together, as if trying to control that part of her too. He held in his smile, pleased with her response. “Then I’ll have to be satisfied with that. For now.”

“For now?”

He laughed. “Yes. I can see you’re going to make me earn every touch, aren’t you?”

“Perhaps.”

She was a delightful challenge. And she was enjoying this interplay of words as much as his touch, judging from the way her softly rounded belly quivered with suppressed mirth when he kissed her there.

All laughter stopped when he kissed her again, a little lower. She bowed her back, lifting her hips in silent entreaty.

All in good time. He wanted to savor her. More than that, he wanted to make her need him as much as he needed her.

Madoc paused to tickle at her belly button with his tongue, his hand on the buttons of her trousers.

He was trembling too, and not just from being chained for so long. Raine was so exquisite, so responsive. The reality of her was a thousand times better than his heated imaginings.

He managed to get the fastening open, and the fabric fell, pooling around her ankles. Revealing beautiful legs, lean and corded with subtle muscle. Between them, the dark thatch of curling hair hid her most intimate secrets.

“Wait.” Raine gasped hard and fast, as if she’d run over hills and mountains to reach him. “My boots. I—”

Her words broke on another sharp cry as Madoc slipped his hand between her legs. She was hot and slick, and he could glide one finger inside her with ease. He whispered senseless, disordered words about how good she felt around him, how he couldn’t wait to feel her wetness surrounding his cock.

He pressed another kiss to her belly. She made a soft, mewling sound deep in her throat, and it threatened to send him over the edge. Madoc reined in his need, focusing on her.

If he was going to die after this, he damned well wanted to leave a lasting memory. To do everything in his power to give her pleasure and ensure she would never be able to lie with another man without thinking of him.

He couldn’t hope for anything more.

Funny. He’d always known the risks of his profession. But now, it seemed like a shame to die for so little.

No regrets, though.

If it weren’t for his job, he never would have met Raine.

He slid a second finger inside her. A quick, hard contraction of her inner muscles set off a series of smaller convulsions. Squeezing him again and again. Madoc nuzzled his face against her curls, then used his tongue to delve between them, seeking her sensitive, swollen nub.

Raine cried out, her entire body shuddering. He began to slide his fingers in and out while lavishing her clit with quick strokes of his tongue. It swelled and throbbed under his attentions.

He wanted her to come for him.

Now.

cooltext129750505189949Under Contract – Jeffe Kennedy

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Without breaking the kiss, he slid his hands to bracket her narrow waist and helped her to her feet. She swayed in his arms—no surprise, as long as he’d kept her kneeling like that—and he steadied her, then walked her backward toward the rug immediately in front of the fire.

He indulged in running his hands over her, tracing her rounded curves, her skin velvety to touch here, slick and sticky there, so available to him with her hands bound like that. She panted into his mouth, her kisses growing more frantic, pressing her nipples against him, their soreness clearly forgotten in the pitch of her desire. All for him. Heady stuff.

“Lie down,” he muttered, urging her with his hands, forgetting in his own extremity to make her obey, just needing her to do so. She went more than willingly, stretching out on her back on the dark fur rug, her skin gleaming as golden as some exotic animal.

One he’d captured and temporarily confined, but wild still, proud and untamed in the dark demand of her eyes. With hunger, she watched him strip off his clothes, rocking her hips against the golden chain that gleamed so enticingly in the folds of her swollen sex.

Falling on her, he pushed her knees wide and back, fastening his mouth on her distended clit without giving her warning. She cried out, a wordless sound of joy and agony, so on edge she came immediately, her fluids flowing salty into his mouth.

Perfect that she’d gotten there already, without time to overthink it. Easier to keep her there now. Without relenting, he kept up the pressure, driving her up again, holding her hips down as she thrashed against him. She screamed, much as she had when he’d strapped her, going rigid and then shattering into a series of convulsions. Darkly pleased, he thrust two fingers into her tight, hot channel, curling them up and sucking hard on her clit, not letting her come down from it or think too hard.

She pistoned herself on his fingers, crying his name. Not “Master,” but “Ryan”—something that grabbed at his heart with unexpected, even blinding pleasure. Him. He brought her to this. His cock was ready as before, swelling with his ego. Some men never figured this out, the ones who easily attracted a woman, but then missed the concept of pleasuring her enough to keep her. Money made up for poor looks, but pleasing a woman in bed captured her affection more surely than anything.

He pushed the chains aside to flank the outsides of her labia, making her struggle anew as they scraped over her sensitized tissues. Managing to roll on a condom, he positioned himself at her hungry entrance, bracing himself on his elbows over her, to find her mouth waiting for his. She arched her back, body begging for the penetration even as her lips pulled at his, pleading moans coming from deep in her throat.

He thrust into her, going momentarily blind with the searing sensation, both at the tight clasp of her body, like liquid fire, and her shuddering response. She wrenched her mouth away, gasping his name. And he answered, reverentially, “Celestina.”

Without calculation now, without much control at all, he stroked in and out of her, overcome by the slick velvet of her skin against his, her lush breasts crushed against his chest and the occasional bright grind of the chains she wore. His chains. All for him. She gave herself totally to him as no one ever had, never so profoundly, so utterly without reserve. He took it all, demanding more with every thrust.

Her body gathered in tension, moving urgently, and she sobbed with rising need. He held off as best he could, increasing his rhythm, stroking deep until she suddenly shattered, coming apart in a flurry, like a firelog collapsing in a shower of sparks. With her sweet cries filling his ears, he let go of all control and flung himself after, burying himself in her and releasing everything he had to her keeping.

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