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MUSE. grayson cole whitman . 24 . tanner buchanan fc OPEN TO. males, closeted s*bmissive, bottom PREMISE. grayson meets your muse at a club, and after watching them for a while, he approaches as they try to hit on a sweet vanilla girl.
“What are you doing?” Grayson tsked his tongue, shaking his head, as he approached the boy from behind, holding a drink in his hand and looking slick in his black and gray outfit. The girl that had been talking with his target had got away for a moment, presumably going to the bathroom, and he decided that was his moment to intervene. “Hitting on a sweet girl like that, when you know you can’t provide what she needs...” He sighed, as he came around to face him, and cocked his eyebrow, stepping into his personal space. “It’d be almost irresponsible of me to allow it to happen. If you’re really intent on looking normative, you could at least pick a woman with spu*nk, one that could step all over you the way you really want,” a domm*e, really. He sipped his drink, thoughtful for a moment, “or perhaps you’re not ready to admit it, and maybe in that case, I should intercept that lovely girl before she gets back here, and take her home. Is that what you’d like? Or are you going to be a good boy for me, instead?”
MUSE. james logan whitman . 27 . nolan gerard funk fc OPEN TO. any gender, s * bmissive, b * ttom (21+) PREMISE. your muse has been br * tty and difficult and gets p * unished.
James walked slowly into the room, taking his time as he sipped on his whiskey, and walked past the king size bed and towards the console table, where he set his drink down. The only sound in the room was the lightest buzzing of a slow working v* ibrator, which was good --- they had stopped whining and trashing a while ago. He took stock of the tools he'd left on the table, and picked a r * iding crop, assessing it, before walking back towards the bed. He touched them with the tip of the crop at the ankle, stroking up their leg as he walked closer, all the way to their inner thigh, where he left one quick strike. "How are doing, right now?" He asked, though the other couldn't reply yet, being g* agged. He had them intricately tied to the bed, spread out, and hands above their head, a v* ibrator on the minimum speed was buzzing away at their most sensitive spot, just enough to keep them on edge. Outside the room, downstairs, there could be heard the sounds of an intimate party, talking, laughing, and low music... He was highly aware of their fantasies for such a p* unishment, so this was a two in one deal. "My guests have no idea how pretty you look like this, too bad you've been such a badly behaved pet, or I'd be tempted to make use of you." He reached over and took off their ring g *ag, gently, but left their blindfold on. "Are you ready to apologize?? Be a good pet? Or do you need more time with your thoughts?" As he spoke, he stroked them between the legs with the tip of the crop, teasingly, but he stopped to hear their answer.
MUSE. james logan whitman . 27 . nolan gerard funk fc OPEN TO. any gender, s * bmissive, b * ttom (21+) PREMISE. your muse has been br * tty and difficult to their inexperienced d *om for a while now, and they decide to call james to come in and take them for a weekend and see if he can figure out where the issue lies.
“I hear you’ve been having trouble, or giving it, it would seem. Did you agree to this?” James asked, as he looked on to the passenger side, to the su*bmissive that had been marched to his car, along with a weekend bag. He would not do this against their at least most basic consent, so it was important to hear the answer directly from their mouth. “I’m James, and you may call me by name until we start our weekend, and if and only if, you need to pause it, afterwards. Otherwise, you will use sir. Am I understood?” He started the car, “my home is some way from here, so we’ll use this time to start our conversation. I’d like us to draft a weekend contract, to make things easier to follow. But for now, do you have any food allergies or intense dislikes? We’ll be getting dinner on the way.”
🐝 * ― 𝑺𝑬𝑿𝑼𝑨𝑳 𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑪𝑨𝑵𝑶𝑵 𝑨𝑳𝑷𝑯𝑨𝑩𝑬𝑻. ( send one or more to learn a little more about my muse and their sex life. note that these questions are only suggestions, you can go wild with the headcanon prompts. )
[ aftercare ] ― what are they like after sex? any specific routine they have for themselves or their partner that they like to do? [ body part ] ― what is their favorite body part? what kind of body / parts would they like their partner to have ( e.g. big boobs, long cock, etc. )? [ cum ] ― what does it take to make them come? can they come multiple times in one sitting or do they need longer breaks? [ desires ] ― what turns them on? what do they like to have done to them most? what do they like to do to their partner most? [ experience ] ― how experienced are they? how many different partners did they have? [ first time ] ― what was their first time like? when did it happen? did they enjoy it? [ grooming ] ― do they shave? do they have a preference for their partners when it comes to body hair? [ horny ] ― how high is their sex drive? do they have a lot of sex or is it a more occasional thing? is sex, in general, important to them? [ intimacy ] ― how are they during sex? do they prefer a more intimate / romantic approach or a more casual one? [ joker ] ― tell one random headcanon that wouldn't fit anywhere else on the list. [ kinks ] ― what is their biggest kink? are there any kinks they haven't tried but want to? are there any kinks they have tried but learned are not for them? [ locations ] ― what are their favorite locations to have sex? are they a risk taker where people could walk in on them, or do they prefer to keep it private? [ masturbation ] ― do they masturbate? if so, how often? [ no go ] ― what wouldn't they do? what turns them off? [ oral ] ― do they prefer to give or receive oral? anything specific they enjoy / don't enjoy when it comes to oral? [ positions ] ― what are their favorite sex positions? is there something they typically default to? a special position they've always wanted to try? [ quickies ] ― do they have one-night stands? if so, how often? [ rounds ] ― how many rounds can they go before having to take a break? how good is their stamina? [ secrets ] ― do they have any dirty secrets? if so, what are they? [ toys ] ― do they on toys? do they use toys on themselves or like to use them on their partners? [ underwear ] ― what type of underwear do they typically wear? do they own lingerie? is there something specific they like their partner to wear? [ volume ] ― how loud do they get during sex? do they prefer a partner that's louder or one that's quieter? [ watch ] ― do they like to watch their partner masturbating or having sex with someone else? do they like to be watched? [ xxx ] ― do they watch porn? if so, how often? anything specific they like to watch? [ yearning ] ― what do they typically do to get people to have sex with them? do they let it happen naturally or are there things they like to do to turn their partners on? [ zzz ] ― how quickly after sex do they fall asleep? are they usually tired after or full of energy?
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That's all. We return to your regular RP prompt posting.
grayson had proven to be more impulsive than his older brother, a feature ophelia had quickly learned in the past three days together. james was methodical in his domination, a trait that really challenged ophelia's initial bratty behaviors. however, this wild side had been a fun, pleasurable challenge. and as ophelia came, she cried out though her voice was nearly hoarse from the screaming and moaning, her body clenched around his cock. his warm climax filling her up before trickling down her inner thighs. Her chest rose and fell with each heavy breath as her body finally had a moment to relax. thank goodness for grayson lifting her up to sit on the cold counter because her legs felt weak. she managed a weak smile to break through her dazed expression at his praise and the kiss. "just perfect." somehow a giggle followed as she took the water. it always surprised her how thirsty she was after these scenes. as she slowly sipped on the refreshing drink, (cheeks would blush pink had she not already been so flushed). "only if you keep that promise."
after grayson had gone to get ready for work, ophelia gave herself several minutes to finish her water and for her legs to regain any sense of strength. when she was sure her legs wouldn't give out from underneath her, she slid herself off the counter. the mess of grayson's climax was now apparent. after quickly cleaning that off, an act that became rather meditative, she wandered over to her designated bathroom for a thorough shower. once the warm water hit her skin, it was only then when she really felt every ache in her body--every reminder of how spent she felt, how used she felt, and she relished in it. the warm shower had brought ophelia back to reality, and though she had enjoyed the subspace, it had tired her a little. but, as instructed, she made her way to james' room. wrapped in a large, plush bath towel, she knocked on his door before peeking in. "just me."
grayson knew well how to do all of the other parts of dominating, but he didn't enjoy them as his brother did, so this arrangement was a pretty good opportunity for him. he was more than satisfied as he walked off to get ready, thinking of her almost ditzy giggle, and after having fucked her for the better part of an hour.
james was dressed, but for his shoes, tie or suit jacket, and he was sitting against his headboard, reading a book, as he waited for his brother to be done, which shouldn't be long now. he had told him before that unless he was unable to, all aftercare would be his doing, as he wanted the opportunity to reconnect and check in with ophelia throughout the days and nights of that week. when the knock came, he looked up and smiled softly, "good girl, come," he ordered, patting the bed besides him, "you may hang that," he nodded to her towel, wanting her naked on his bed, so he could asses her. "there you are..." he said, once she was lying down, he set the book aside, and turned himself over, hoovering over her, he guided one hand to her throat, holding it not tightly but just firm enough to be felt, in which should be a comforting, grounding, way, to bring her back to the now and the possession he had of her, to push away feelings of drifting, or confusion, abandonment. he leaned over and kissed her, slow and taking, drinking from her mouth, until he thought he felt her relax some, before he pulled back, "how do you feel, pet?" he asked her, letting go and reaching over her to the side table as he did, and grabbing the bruise ointment first. he took some on his fingers and started to look her over, massaging a bit of the medicine over any little marks he could see, slowly and gentle, taking the chance to caress her skin, and feel up her body, more grounding techniques.
open to: m/f/nb muse: dean walton; the prince
Dean had been dreading this meeting since the moment his parents had informed him of the arrangement they'd made with one of their business associates. The man was more than pissed that all his plans of lazing away the days on some European beach had come to an abrupt halt when it was decided he needed an internship. Light orbs trailed over the other as he slowly entered the office after wishing the secretary goodbye. “My parents said you wanted to see me?” A deep voice spoke as a smirk curled itself onto handsome features.
james wasn't exactly pleased when he had been chosen to basically babysit the young prince, but he was a professional, and as the owner of one of the biggest all in one cyber and physical security firms around he had dealt with far worse. as for brats, well, the dominant had his ways of handling those too. there was a lot to learn about the prince on the tabloids, but he wanted to see for himself. take an assessment and see if this could become an useful endeavor or if it'd just be time wasting duty. he wanted to test the young prince, knowing the kind of life and adoration he'd be used to.
as he walked in, james didn't acknowledge the boy right away, taking his time looking over the papers he'd been working through when he was allowed in. after a moment, he answered, "indeed," closing his folder after all, and raising his eyes to take in the young man, "take a seat, your highness," and despite the title usage, it really wasn't a suggestion. "my name is james whitman, and as agreed upon by your parents, the king and queen, you shall be my assistant for the next couple of months at least." he then turned the folder he'd been reading towards the boy and slid it over the table, "this is a copy of your contract, it defines your duties, work attire, starting hour, and other basics. your first assignment is to study it, and write down any questions you might have. most of your work will be delegated to you directly by me, or my secretary, as needed. it should change and evolve depending on my daily schedule. in exchange for your time here, i will, as required by your parents, teach you about cyber security, your personal security, as well as some self defense techniques. do you have any upfront questions?"
even in this moment, dazed and fucked silly, ophelia appreciated that james looked out for her. not once did she ever feel unsafe with him, even now with grayson thrown into the mix. despite looking like a sopping mess, arousal fully dripping between her legs and down her thighs, all she felt was the bliss of each torturous thrust. when she felt james' hand upon her chin, ophelia managed to briefly meet his gaze, a dumb grin set upon her lips. far from the usual put-together ballerina she was outside of all of this. his praise washed over her but as she felt his hand lift her leg up, allowing grayson deeper reach into her, a louder moan came from her.
in their few days together, ophelia had quickly adjusted to grayson and the way he liked to use her. just as she trusted james to properly use and care for her, ophelia extended the same to grayson. the pleasure he created was no secret as she came and whined beneath him. but as he urged her to keep quiet, a difficult task at hand, ophelia bit down hard and placed her head down against the counter. it was all she could do from screaming out as his movements, though still pushing deeper into her, slowed to a torturous pace. slick channel clenched around his cock as she grew desperate with each passing minute of this excruciating long phone call. she let slip a small whimper, hoping it went unheard. eyes squeezed shut as she tried to focus, to breathe. she hadn't even noticed the call ending when she felt grayson's fingers against her clit and she let out a choked cry. "fuck-!" was all she managed before she quickly came from the intense ministrations.
james had always loved a delicate, elegant, little sub that could be turned into a mess. he also liked disciplined pets he could work with, improve, and ophelia's ballet background made her simply perfect for it. he liked testing her, making her dance and practice with a vibrator in her, or two, or three, test her limits, see how well she did before she was shaking and begging. he liked to contort her body and watch her cry with pleasure. there was something so ethereal and beautiful about her, and when he managed to take her down into subspace she looked downright angelic even as a fuck machine plowed into the girl. he was a lot more patient, procedural and also experienced than his brother, he liked exploring her, and this right now was just one of those endless exercises. and she'd been doing well.
grayson did notice her small whimper, but he let it slide for the moment, wanting to make her cum again to see how far he could push her. the girl was a beautiful orgasm machine, just like he liked them. he wondered how she'd fare with the opposite, denial, for days or weeks. her hole felt perfect as she squeezed him and squealed and choked in her pleasure, and he fucked her harder for it, pushing her against the cold hard granite, pressing her bare little tits on it as he fucked her down. the plowing and the fingers rubbing her clit hard and fast seemed to do the trick, and in no time after he hung up, she was cumming yet again, making his eyes roll as she milked him, and he couldn't help it this time, as he held her down and filled her up with ropes and ropes of warm cum. "fuck, you little slutty cunt takes it so well," he groaned, he had to ask his brother some time before the week end if she was a cum slut in more ways than one, and he could supplement her food. he pulled out then, finally letting her abused pussy rest, and picked her up, turning her around and sitting her hot sensitive pussy on the cold counter, he smirked, "good girl," he told her, stroking her thighs, leaning in and placing a short biting kiss on her lips, "here," he went over then to the fridge, grabbing her a water bottle and a metal straw, as he knew his brother's rules well, "take it slow, but drink it all," he told her, as he opened it and passed it over, getting close so he could take a look at her, "how do you feel little pet? well used?" he asked, wanting the answer despite his flippant tone, "i have to get ready for work, but you should shower and get your slutty self to my brother," as he was sure james would prefer to do the aftercare himself, as well as talk to her. "understood? and clean your mess off the counter," he smirked then, "and don't worry, i'll take care of punishing you for that squeal later," he told her, smirking, to let her know he had heard her.
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Jesse was very eager and very desperate for this kind of play, having fantasized about it for many years. He was into all levels of humiliation, or so he thought. This was his first real experience, other than those pre-recorded audios of verbal humiliation one could listen to online. He’d always found those super hot. “Mhm.” He gasped, mouth was still wrapped around the stiff cock. His mouth was full, but he was sure he hadn’t gotten even half of it in. Still, he tried to use his tongue against what he had taken. “A friend?” He asked, a bit nervous. He didn’t think he and Grayson would know any of the same people, but with his paranoia, he imagined it being someone he knew well, but he tried to remind himself that was unlikely.
Jesse quickly returned to sucking the dick. He didn’t want this to stop. He’d gotten his first taste of cock, and it was perfect. He was still only taking what could fit in his mouth, stroking the rest. There was some hesitation as he thought about taking more. He was finding it difficult to make himself take it into his throat, knowing he would instantly choke on it. It was much easier when the dominant man did it. So he continued using his tongue around the head, inside his mouth. Jesse instantly removed his hand from his crotch, heeding the warning. He just wanted to adjust, feeling so constrained in his clothes, but he obeyed. The spanking was a hot idea that he had fantasized about many times, but he wouldn’t disobey an order. He took in a breath, “Yes, sir. I’ll save it in my hidden folder forever.” He thought it was a great idea, being able to re-live this moment. Lips puffy and pink, a big smile adorned his face.
"yes," grayson arched a brow at him at the question, wondering if he wanted to challenge it. normal conversations could be had after, but right now, in the moment, he wasn't up for the nuance. he was glad when the other seemed to settle down. he could see jesse was trying very desperately to suck him off like a pro, and it was pretty damn hot, even if he couldn't quite manage it yet. besides, they had time. with how eager he was, grayson was sure he would make a beautiful cock warmer, "should put you on my dick for hours some time, tie those hands, blindfold you, so you can do what you were born to, suck cock like the desperate little slut you are, huh? you'd love that." he could see him already, losing all sense of reality, as his world slowly devolved to grayson's cock and absolutely nothing else, having his throat filled until even his own name escaped the blond. "you're quite the pretty blond thing, would you like to be a little bimbo, pet?"
soon grayson would take over again, but it amused him to watch jesse struggle a bit, trying so hard to get it right on nothing but fantasy and porn. and he did love that tongue, making his cock start to throb slowly. "good little slut," he praised him when the other obeyed easily, and he smirked with pleasure when the answer came then. "what a good boy," he pressed record then, lifting the man's own phone and holding his head up by his hair so he'd look at the camera, "tell me what you want, pet. show me how well you can beg," he let the other speak, recording every second, and feeling his cock twitch at the sight he made, "now hold my cock towards you, open your slutty little hole and put that tongue out," he held the other in place, and started rolling his hips forward and back, just enough at first to use jesse's tongue to rub against, rubbing his cock head all the way over it, and back, making him groan darkly. "what a little whore, you don't even know my name," he snorted, holding his hair tightly then, "good little whores get what they need," he said, and then he fucked into his mouth properly, "close your lips around me, you can put both hands behind your back now, and relax that throat, I'm going to fuck it," he warned him, as he started with shallow thrusts again, but this time, getting ready to go deeper.
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bent over the kitchen counter first thing in the morning was not how ophelia imagined her day would begin but she was far from complaining. legs spread for tanner's use, the submissive only let out muffled moans and mewls with each heavy thrust into her. the initial arrangement with james had been going perfectly until she let slip this free use kink she craved. now, she found herself at the whim and mercy of both brothers whenever they pleased.
the cool surface of the countertop was all that held ophelia back from fully slipping into a deep subspace. having come a couple of times already from tanner's morning fucking, she weakly lifted her gaze up as james joined them in the kitchen, eyes quickly dropping back down as a heavy thrust elicited another choked moan, unable to hide how much she liked the idea of being used while tanner worked.
"don't forget whom the little thing belong to," james warned, calmly, as he had his eyes on ophelia, watching her, making sure she was reacting well to all of this, and didn't look actually distressed, though she hadn't yet used any of her safe words, and this was the third day of their agreed upon week. he heard her moan, and hummed, "however, she doesn't seem to mind the idea, and i do know you'd guarantee her safety and well being," it was a show of trust and a warning all at once, "i'll ask her once you're done fucking the rationale from her eager little brain," he rolled his eyes, his brother had always been quite theatrical. he finished his coffee, walking over to her and lifted her head by the chin, to take a better look at her eyes, then let go, "make sure she has some water after." he shook his head then, clicking his tongue, "look at you... falling apart and still taking it like a pro, what a good girl. still, i believe you can do better," james walked around the counter, approaching them from behind, he grabbed one of her legs, noticing she was on her tiptoes, and manhandled her, "lift her," he told his brother, before setting her leg besides her on the counter, so she was bent alongside it, as though she was stretching. ophelia was a ballerina, and james liked to use that in their scenes, he pulled back then with a pointed spank, and walked away to get ready for the day, leaving her for grayson for now.
"of course, brother," grayson agreed, with an arched brow of his own, "safe and sound. as i always say, there's no fun in a broken toy," he'd take care of her, if james and her decided she was coming with him, he'd love to turn on the privacy in his office and fuck her right there. "fuck," grayson cursed when his brother pushed one of her legs up, making it so his next thrust went in much deeper that way. she truly looked like a fuck doll like that, "what a good little slut," he groaned, giving her a slap on the ass of his own, as his brother walked away. he felt a vibration in his pocket, "cover your mouth, not a sound out of you," he told her, as he fished his phone from his sweatpants, and picked up the call. "grayson speaking," as he did, he fucked her slower but harder, in his other hand buried on her ass cheek as he thrusted as deep as he could, "yes, i'll be at the office by ten. tell him i'll be seeing him today, and i expect a full rundown of his advances in this project," as he spoke, he let go of her ass, and moved his hand around, between her and the counter, to toy with her clit, still thrusting, "andrea? don't let him disappoint me again, yes? thank you." he turned it off, throwing his phone lightly over the counter, and started rubbing her clit faster, as well as picking his pace back up "i think you can cum again, can't you? it's the only thing that makes you better than an actual fleshlight, after all," he taunted her. "show me, you can, show me how good you are" he ordered.
MUSES. grayson cole whitman . 24 . tanner buchanan fc and james logan whitman . 27 . nolan gerard funk fc OPEN TO. any gender, preferably young adult, pre stablished relationship (21+) PREMISE. james and your muse have had an on going, casual d o m i n a n t - s u b contract for some time now. he's discovered your muse has a f r e e u s e k i n k and decided to plan a whole week during which his younger brother, also a d o m would be around to help. no actual i n c * s t only sharing.
james offered them a casual look, as he walked past the two, and towards the coffee maker, "early morning, i see," he said, nonchalantly, as he heard his own p e t ' s d e s p e r a t e m o a n s , as his little brother f u c k e d them harshly, b e n t over the kitchen counter n a k e d . he knew they thrived in being ignored while in u s e , so he went about his morning routine, making coffee as though nothing out of the ordinary was happening, "do you have work today, grayson?" he, himself, was only wearing his open silk robe and equally dark boxers. he rested against the back counter and watched them casually as he sipped his coffee.
"even better to start them with something warm," grayson pointed out to his brother, one of his hands b u r i e d deeply into his brother's s u b ' s hair and the other around their h i p , as he p o u n d e d i n t o them, over and over again. it had been a few years since he'd s h a r e d with his brother, those days having been more about his own learning, than anything else. he'd been surprised when james asked him if he'd like to assist him with this, but he had to admit, the s q u i r m y little thing really was his type. "unfortunately, yes, for once," as he did most of his work remotely, "maybe i should bring a p a t h e t i c little f l e s h l i g h t to work with me, huh?" he taunted, watching his brother arch his brow.
The massage up her legs was relaxing, feeling his finger squeeze and rub, helping to release tension she wasn't even sure she knew she had there - it made sense, one part of your body being a bit wound up..all of your body feeling a bit tense.
Ivy couldn't help but smile as he called her a good girl. Ivy was always worried about disappointing people, worried about not being good enough and to be called a good girl? Oh that did things to her heart and soul that she really needed.
Her breath hitched in her throat at the feeling of his little nibble against her knee before she nodded, allowing him to pull down her skirt, exposing creamy thighs and her basic cotton panties to him. "Thank you," a soft murmur, cheeks flushed at being called beautiful before a little gasp, feeling herself be pulled towards the end of the table. Ivy nodded, working to hold her leg up, realising how wide spread and easily acessible she was now.
Before she could fully process exactly what was happening, the fabric was pulled to the side and his tongue was on her. She felt fingers next, his finger tip slipping inside and Ivy's body shuddered, feeling the tip push into her tight walls, letting out a whined whimper.
"Too long," she breathed out, wide eyes falling onto his face as he thumbed at her. "I'm s-sorry I don't k-know the answer.."
he wanted her to feel every sensation in the room. the cold wood under her bare ass and thighs, the air of the semi public space on her sensitive skin as he pushed her panties aside and exposed her. he smiled when she thanked him for the compliment, watching that flush. maybe his weekly sub had known what she was doing when she indicated him to ivy for help. he started just by teasing her, with the wiggling of his fingertips, so close to brushing against the spongy skin in her entrance that held her g spot. he wanted to know how sensitive she was, and as far as he could tell right now, a lot.
at the answer, he smiled, "that is perfectly fine," he reassured, the whole time, teasing her, and slowly massaging her clit. "i want you to close your eyes, ivy, and focus on every physical sensation you can feel, and then i want you to describe them for me out loud. can you do that?? while you do so, as soon as you feel you can, i want you to start groping those beautiful breasts of yours, and try to explore your body as though you don't know it, as though this is the very first time you are feeling yourself up. over the shirt for now. you may start when you're ready," he told her, and just as he did, he leaned back down, to lick her sex again, now pushing his fingers more properly into her, as he worked on making sure he tasted every inch of her little pussy, out and in, leaving her wet all over, pushing his tongue in with his fingers, before he could focus on licking and sucking on her clit. as he progressed, his fingers started with long strokes inside of her, curled up, and getting faster and harder as he went. she tasted like a dream.
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Layla stiffened a little, mostly out of surprise as he reached to cup her neck. His lips made goose bumps rise on her skin, before there was the tiniest flush of pink on her cheeks, a tiny flash of a smile on her lips as he praised her. She didn't even have time to say okay before he went to collect the food for them.
She stayed in her seat, glancing towards her phone for a moment. She wasn't really sure what to say or too, but his ability to get under her skin already, she didn't know how she felt about that.
"Through a mutual friend. She knew I was looking, and that he was looking," her gaze didn't rise from her phone but her tone was polite enough.
he could feel the reaction from her, and he knew he had made the right choice, though he'd like to confirm she knew the terms of their encounter once he was back. he was quick, since that restaurant was used to having things ready for him, and soon enough they were back on their way. he nodded at her answer then, "i see, and how long have you been together?" he asked, allowing her to answer, as he took the route to his house, "your dominant has informed me sex would be allowed in the scenes, has he talked to you about that?" he asked, wanting to know she had consented. "you are allowed to refute it now or later," he added, "it only changes what types of techniques i may use to help you." he explained.
he took a breath then, as they finally reached his street and home, as he was most comfortable here. the houses were old money, the street was quiet, and the properties largely spaced and fenced. he opened his electronic gate and drove in, parking in front of the house for now. "here we are, take our food from the trunk, if you may, i'll take your bag," he told her, popping the trunk for her, and then getting out and opening the backseat door to grab her suitcase for her. "let's go in," he nodded to the couple dark granite steps. "we'll have dinner, and then i'll draft our contract based on our conversation." he informed her, walking her into the foyer and across the large spacious home to the marbled kitchen deeper into the house.
"Yeah, we did. Dumb decision in hindsight. I'd just come out of a bigger relationship that had that sort of dynamic as well and when that ended suddenly I guess I was looking for something similar and me and David sort of just happened" He remarked, not really looking directly at James when he said this. "Technically five months, though we've been on and off again more than once during that." He admitted and knew that his relationship must of sounded like an utter joke. Maybe it was.
"Pardon my french but that sounds like bullshit. Dominants opening up or being vulnerable is just as important. How's a submissive supposed to fully trust someone who won't even open up as well?" Stiles retorted, a little huff in his voice. He knew if David was here he'd be getting mad for Stiles speaking out like this or 'acting up' as David would put it. But Stiles had never let his position as a submissive stop him speaking up or expressing how he felt, which was part of the problem according to David.
"Personal questions specifically, I'm not letting me asking where the bathroom is be one of them" Stiles added, with a moment of silence before nodding his head. "Sounds like a deal to me, though I'm always told I'm overly honest with people so you shouldn't have to worry about that" He remarked, before pausing a little at the mention of sex being on the table. "Okay first of all, sexual tools? I've never heard anyone make sex sound clinical before. Second of all David agreed to that?" He asked, eyes drifting up and down to take James in who was...well, crazy attractive. "I mean, yeah. Definitely. I'd be down for...that. Triggers and hard limits is fine for now, though I may change my mind depending on how kinky you decide to get with me" Stiles remarked, eyes locked with James. It was funny...Stiles didn't know much about this guy at all really yet already he was feeling a sort of connection or chemistry that he hadn't felt in...well, over five months. "We should...probably also talk about likes as well, right?"
"what makes you say that?" he asked, when the other called it a dumb decision. he nodded, that wasn't uncommon, though the next part had him tilting his head in curiosity, "we might have found one of the issues in this case, stability is one of the foundations of a dominant-submissive relationship," he pointed out. He arched his brow as the other went on, and smirked softly, "you confuse a romantic relationship, with a dominant-submissive one. You don't need to know my entire life story to trust that I know what I am doing. A couple of scenes together would tell you that better than any story could. As a submissive, you have instincts, Stiles. You should learn to trust them." He pointed out, "our need as dominants to know details, is not for the bond itself, it's so we know what things we can help with, how to better take care of you, how to guide you. It is not your job to bear our burden, it's the other way around. If you are in a relationship that is also romantic, then that should be a different story, I suppose. At least that's what I hear," he didn't have those.
he snorted lightly at that. "i am not in the business of tricking you, but certainly," he agreed anyways, so the other could relax. he hummed, "i suppose we'll see about that," half of the work of a dominant was often to get the submissive to open up. he supposed they'd see how honest stiles was once the questions got harder. he smirked, "consent should be clinical, specially at first, so as not to be influenced, seduction comes second," he pointed out. he watched him watch him, and he could guess the answer before it came. he nodded at the warning, "we'll put it into the contract," he assured. he smiled then, "surely," he paused as the waiter came over with their cocktails, he took a sip of his own, "for example, i believe you would benefit highly of sensory deprivation, and bondage to center your focus. how do you feel about that?" james had a strong feeling that if he blindfolded, bound, and made stiles cum over and over again, the boy's mind would finally quieten. "have you ever been taken down properly? entered sub space?" he clarified, in case the other didn't know the terminology.
