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It's a little risky

Risky Rendezvous

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PROMPTS

petplay: All good pets need to be trained. Of course, they naturally want to please master or mistress, so taking to the leash and collar is in their blood. You may want to give them a helping hand, though, and keep those temptations like acting like a human out of their sights.

daddy/baby girl: Or something more gender neutral. Whatever the case, you love taking care of your little one and spoiling them...unless they need punished for being a brat. They may be too young, but you can't help yourself.

medical play: The doctor will see you now.

bondage: Whips and chains excite you. Ropes aren't too bad, either.

religious: Forgive me father, for I have sinned. And now, I'll have to confess it all.

let go: You've got all your shit together in life. In your private life, though, you like to let go and lose yourself - either by being rough and controlling someone else or being controlled.

student/teacher: Young teacher, the subject of school girl fantasies. You know the drill. Somebody's staying after class.

non-con: They say no, but you know they mean yes.

master/servant: Maid or butler uniform optional.

newlyweds: There's nothing like your wedding night.

cheating: Your cheatin' heart may or may not be in the right place.

robbery: Give up all your goods and give up something else, too.

incest: It's all relative.

crossdressing: Girls will be girls and boys will be girls.

police: Ready for a game of good cop, bad cop?

wanton: Oe of you has all the trappings of a slut, with all that ill-repute, and the other has to put them in their "place." Dirty talk, sexy clothing, toys, maybe even glory holes, oh my! The more perverse, the better.

strangers: You'd never do this with someone you just met! Good thing you've really known each other forever.

prostitution: All the naughtiness of an appointment between a prostitute and a John.

nurturing: We know all of you love a mother or father figure.

someone else: Usually, a lover calling out someone else's name is anathema, but now, it's apropos..

RUSSIAN ROULETTE

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She starts slapping him again and again, on his shoulders, his back, his sides, and she watches the skin turn a lovely shade of dark pink.

"I'm hurting you, and I'm going to hurt you a lot more than this. Still think you'll be grateful afterwards?"

"Yes," he sighs, taking quicker shallower breaths now, almost panting with how good he feels. "You're givin' me a chance to be good, I - I ain't ever gonna feel ungrateful for that."

Fuck. She continues what she's doing, but she can feel herself flush and get a little wetter- she didn't even know she liked this. Not even close. But she knows she has a real weakness for it now, and she knows she'll keep coming back to it, if not him.

"Good boy," she breathes, and she slaps him one more time before climbing off of him. She still doesn't really know about safewords, about procedures, but she knows she has a steady hand. And she's usually very, very good at what she does.

She picks up the belt and coils it tightly around her hand, the buckle quickly warming against her skin. "Are you ready?"

"Yeah," Eggsy breathes, staring at the dark leather. But because he does know there are rules to this, he makes it simple: "...Barbara. If I ask you to stop, that ain't part of the game, I mean it. Yeah?"

Oh. She blinks a little, and then reaches out once more to stroke his hair away from his face.

"Immediately."

Eggsy smiles over his shoulder at her.

"Thank you."

Then he breathes out, slowly, and settles on his front with his legs apart and his hands loosely at his sides.

She steps back, takes a deep, deep breath and looks at his body. He's a little pink from her treatment, glowing and warm, and she looks for a good bit to start with.

Even if it's a cliche, she decides to go with his arse- there's padding there that he doesn't have on other parts of his body, and it'll be easiest to start with. She starts light, just flicks the belt over his behind, hearing it snap just a little.

It's a new sensation, sharper and quicker across his skin than her hand, and he jerks and sucks in a quick breath. It's more surprising than painful.

"That - that's good," he breathes, "thank you."

"You're welcome," she says, softly, and then increases the force behind her movement-- now, the belt snaps, and when it his his flesh there's a second crack of sound. She looks at him, to see if he's alright, if that was what he wanted.

Eggsy yells, back arching, arse jerking up as his cock throbs. It hurts but the deep, aching heat that follows feels so fucking good.

"Christ. Fuck. S'good, Barbara, don't stop - "

It makes her moan to see him, even if the yell is startling at first-- he pushes into it, and he's asking for more with his body, with his words.

She's breathing more quickly now, deeply affected by him, and so she does it again. She strikes his arse a few more times, and only then does she have enough faith in her ability to hit him elsewhere.

She pauses a bit beforehand, and then strikes the muscle over his shoulders, just as hard as she'd hit his arse.

His skin's thinner there, no padding at all, just muscle and bone - and he makes a savage noise that's shock and pain all at once. His whole body jolts and then collapses, heaving under his panting breaths.

He can't even speak, at first.

It shocks her too, the intensity of his reaction, and she sucks in a sharp breath. But she resists moving forward, steels herself, and just waits for him to compose himself. She won't go on while he looks that wrecked.

"Again?" She asks.

Eggsy sucks in a slow, deep breath, then nods. The white fire across his shoulder fades to a red throb.

"Fuck yes. Other side?"

"Other side," she confirms, and then without preamble goes for it: she brings the belt down hard on his other shoulder, and this time pushes him a little more by bringing another strips down across the two he already has.

Another cry, and then a louder, more guttural sound as his hands clench into the bedsheets. His erection has softened to almost nothing now, diminished by the pain, but the arousal he feels is somehow deeper than the physical.

"F-fuck. Thank you, Barbara, thank you - "

He's still thanking her, so she knows she can still go on, and she does. She feels hot all over, energized and powerful, strong, and she goes lower now.

It'll hurt more, make him need to take more, but she knows he can do it. All the same she goes slow there to give him some time.

It does hurt more, against his ribs and his spine, making him shudder and moan and squirm. The pain builds up and up and up until it - saturates, in a way. It still hurts but it hurts like a long hard run hurts, like he can go further. Like he can take more.

Each individual strike feels like another gift she's giving to him, his tolerance of them a gift he's giving her in return.

And she feels it. She can feel her eyes widen and her shoulders straighten as she goes back to his arse, so she can lay into him harder and quicker without overdoing it.

"You're doing so well," she breathes, giving him that confirmation, that praise.

Eggsy just moans happily, lifting his arse now into each blow, like he's humping the mattress even though his prick is barely firm. He can't really put the brakes on any more, can't think about how he'll bruise tomorrow or how he'll barely be able to walk without wincing. He's got nothing but this moment, this agonising bliss.

She hits him a few more times, but she remembers how she ached after she got a belt taken to her once-- he won't be able to judge it correctly right now but she knows. So she slowly decreases the impact, hitting his thighs just once, until she's standing there, panting, looking at the spectacle of him on the bed.

"Eggsy," she says, and her voice cracks.

"Barbara," he murmurs, and turns a silly, drunken sort of smile on her. He's completely gone with it, absolutely delighted.

"Hi. You okay?"

"I'm great," she tells him, as she rolls the belt up very slowly, puts it on the nightstand, and sits down next to him.

"Are you?"

"Hurts," he murmurs, arching and then sucking in a sharp breath. "But - oh. S'nice, too."

She bites her lip, then leans forward to look at his face.

"What's nice about it?"

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