This Axe is Dull..

While you're still strung up like that? Kaczor breathed as her hand slowed, her thumb rubbing slow circles around her exposed head, her pinky trying to keep her foreskin from sliding back up and enclosing the sensitive skin that she played with still, albeit, not as forcefully as she just had been. The idea intrigued her -- it would help in taking away from of the fear of seeing Ella in that other tree -- the nightmare that still happened occasionally after they had a small tiff, or a heated word over something. Replacing that trauma with sex was a time honored way for Kaczor to deal with what would have had her slitting her wrists in a warm bath many, many years ago.

What would you want after that, my love? Because all I can think about is how much I like the idea of having my way with you three or four times, and then denying you under garments for the rest of the evening. Her fingers stilled, completely, as her eyes went to Ella's, pink tongue darting out and over her lips. More explicit, darling. Take you from where? The front, so I can pull on your hair and force you to kiss me? Or from behind, so I can place a hand on the middle of your back and make your hips angle just so that every thrust into you rubs all the right places. Or would you like it in your ass? Or your mouth? She stopped her hands all together then, placing them both on the edge of the stump, erection ignored for the moment. Kaczor had found a better way to tease them both. She didn't need completion, if her wife was being truthful, if she was as ready as she said she was.

You liked being prey, didn't you? You like this play at submission? Her own pleasure now forgotten, she circled around behind Ella, and yanked Ella's slacks down around her knees, leaving the woman bare to Kaczor's gaze. Let's just check that, then, Kaczor breathed as she reached one hand between her wife's legs, fingers testing for the slick wetness that would allow easy penetration. Kaczor had no desire to bed an unwilling partner, instead deriving pleasure from enthusiastic consent -- she had to check, even if her wife had given blanket consent to begin with, and would continue to check, as their game continued. I see.. she murmured appreciatively as she slid two fingers into her wife, up to her knuckles, taking her time to slowly move them in and out, scissoring them into a wide V shape inside, before pressing back together on exit. Looks like you do enjoy this, after all. My wife is nasty, oh the things I'm going to do to you Ella.

@Novella Tilani