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Give me time. [Still joking? Who knows. What's important is that he considers her for a moment longer, waiting just that long, and then moves to follow the command]

I don't suppose I will be getting any 'please's or 'thank you's during this.

[She did, in so many words, say he could ~~be a shit~~ enjoy himself during this game of theirs.]

I don't know why you think you deserve them.

[That's called out from the bedroom. She's unashamedly going through some of his things-- not invasive, per se, but looking to see what kinds of toys he has, if any.]

Manners, Madame. [But it's easy enough to turn off the oven and head back towards the bedroom, watching her search if she hasn't finished by the time he returns.

As for his inventory, only so much. It looks like he managed to get himself some sort of starter set, but it's very generic. Aside from that there's a few phallic toys, what looks like a cockring, and, oddly enough, a pair of claw-like scratchers. Possibly obtained on a whim?]

[She takes only one or two, though the others are considered. Another time, perhaps; for now, she only pockets the cockring and the arm restraints. That ought to be enough, especially if he won't be fighting back.]

Clothes off. Go lie down.

[She glances over her shoulder at him. She isn't undressing at all, nor does she seem like she's going to anytime soon.]

Straight to the point, aren't you?

[But unlike before, he doesn't hesitate, instead reaching for the buttons of his shirt. He's quite comfortable in his body, prosthetics and cybernetics and all; as he undoes the shirt, top to bottom, the connection of his right arm to chest can be properly seen. The entire upper shoulder and pec are clearly some sort of synthetic material, albeit one that moves and flexes not too dissimilar from an actual arm. He certainly shows no trouble with it as he tugs off the shirt properly, carelessly tossing it towards a basket before moving to the bed and beginning to undo his pants]

Shall I ask what you have in mind for the next few hours?

You can. I'm not going to answer, though.

[She pockets those toys and sitting on the edge of the bed, watching him plainly. Her eyes sweep over him, noting the curve of his muscles, the points where skin and metal meet, the sheer thickness of his body . . . she's going to enjoy this, she thinks, and smiles serenely up at him.]

All you have to do is as I say, Akande. That isn't so hard, is it? Arms over your head when you lie down.

[Damn it, you've perked his curiosity. Pants slide off smoothly after he kicks off his shoes - he's some cybernetics here, too, but it's clear that whatever sparked all it had focused on his arm]

I have to admit, I never much liked surprises.

[He's proportional to his size - which, even flaccid, might be impressive. Cleanly cut, he makes no effort to hide himself as he lays back, gripping a wrist after a moment and maybe-

-just maybe-

-preening a little.]

Is this to your liking?

[Of course it is. Of course he is, and on a purely physical level, oh, god, yes, she's very attracted to him. She wouldn't mind him fucking her tonight, whether she rides him or lets him bend her over; she can even feel a tell-tale ache between her legs.

But that's not what's planned for this evening. And so she smiles faintly, indulgently, a little like a teacher indulging a pupil.]

Don't fish for compliments.

[It's chiding, but serenely so. She wonders if he realizes why she's so calm all of a sudden. She wonders if he thinks she doesn't pose a threat.

Ah, well. He'll learn.

Carefully, she puts those restraints on his wrist. She's thorough in it, tightening them on his wrists and latching them to the bed. She's certain he could break free if he truly tried, but on the other hand, she doesn't think his pride and lingering guilt will let him. He made her a deal, after all.

That done, she settles on the bed next to him, leaning her weight gently against his hip. It's a comfortable position, almost casually intimate; she furthers the mood by smiling again, serene and pleased with herself.]

But yes. I do find you to my liking. Rather more than just liking, in point of fact.

[Her fingers drift, starting at his hip and moving inwards, dancing lightly over his skin. She might avoid him on other days, preferring to draw out her teasing, but tonight will be long enough as it is-- and so she wraps her fingers around him almost immediately, stroking slowly. He's quick to respond, which is flattering; she smirks as she feels him jerk beneath her hand.]

Perhaps someday I'll even let you fuck me.

[Her responses tell him quite a bit.

It's already clear this is a bit of powerplay; her in charge, him submitting, regardless of his relative 'freedom'. She's counting on him to keep his word, which, for the moment, he's content to do. If it establishes him as a man of honor and someone who can be trusted, all the better; such are the hallmarks of a useful ally. He won't necessarily enjoy this, at least not all of it, but if he considers it a challenge to be defeated it's easier to tolerate.

Her state of undress - or, rather, lack of it - also tells him that she won't be the focus, other than the words. This is about her over him, and as he breathes in with the first touch, his mind works to narrow down the options. No, there won't be intercourse tonight, but in a sense?

He's starting to consider just how fucked he is.]

Only 'someday'? [He runs his tongue over his upper lip, shifting to bend a knee. Leverage to fuck upwards, if he wanted, though for the moment his hips remain (mostly) still.] I can assure you, I have never left a partner...unsatisfied.

Yes, I can attest to that firsthand.

[Her fingers shift as he moves, tightening their hold on him-- not to restrict, but to work with him if he ends up wanting to thrust upwards. She'll be quite generous right now, really; she'll give him everything he wants and then some. She'll even put her mouth on him in a moment. Isn't that kind?

He's thickening under her hand, his cock swelling as he grows harder, and Rosalind smirks.]

But that's rather what inspired me tonight. You gave me so much last time . . . why shouldn't I do the same for you?

[Too generous. Too smug. Is she planning on testing his own stamina? It's impressive, but he knows himself, and he's far, far more used to tiring out his partner than being the one exhausted.

His hands clench briefly, then unclench, and he uses his leverage with his leg to roll in to her hand. Well, if she's not stopping him...]

Going to see how many times it takes me to call that halt, hm? [His voice has deepened, a little breathier with the warm pleasure of her hand gliding over him. A bit of pre leaks from the tip, further evidence of his physical arousal even as his mind wonders.

He's not afraid, per se. Perhaps wary is a better term. But still quite willing to see this through, especially if she keeps her hand moving for now]

No. Not really, no.

[She lets him fuck her hand for a bit, working in counterpoint to him, her fingers tight around his prick. It's a very simple handjob, no fancy twists or interesting turns; her point is to get him hard, not to leave him begging for more.]

You were right, you know, when you mentioned certain techniques. A woman of my size might never overpower a man of yours, but that doesn't mean you're unconquerable. Just that I have to be clever about it. So no, I won't try and overstimulate you. That would be like trying to hit you: satisfying, maybe, but ultimately pointless.

[That's good enough. Reaching for the lube, she tugs the ring out of her pocket. It's cool to the touch, almost absurdly big-- but just enough to trap him in place without any risk of damage.

Thirty minutes, she'd read. That's how long it's safe to keep it on. She can do a lot in thirty minutes.

It's easy to slip it on; within a moment it's sitting snug around the base of his cock, and she smiles.]

There. Now. Does that feel all right?

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[Well, he's certainly gotten hard. Nowhere near begging for it, which is fine, and her pulling out the ring has him arch his brow in understanding.

Ah. This will be...different.

Akande stills as she slips it on, allowing her to manipulate him while he raises his head to watch. He knows what it's used for, of course, and the point of it; after all, he'd gotten it for himself, mostly as a means of controlling his own peak.

And now she has that control.]

It doesn't hurt, if that's what you're asking.

[This is going to be a long two hours. One and something? Surely not even fifteen minutes have passed.

He wonders how much control he can slip past her grasp, and allows a lazy, confident smile to cross his lips]

But you have your work cut out if you're planning on conquering me.

I'm certain I can manage.

[She sounds lazily confident. Her hand keeps stroking his cock, but that's dull; soon enough she's releasing him, shifting to climb off the bed instead. She actually leaves the room, striding forward without shame, because he's stuck and there's nothing for him to do but wait for her.

But all she has to do is get something from her purse. A small candy, or at least something that looks like it.]

Open your mouth.

[Because she has a set of aphrodisiacs; it will do him good to have that neediness flooding through his veins. And assuming he cooperates, she'll place the candy on his tongue, her fingers lingering around his lips.]

[She can't think that just leaving him like this is going to defeat him. Which is why he raises his head to try and see where she's gone off to, before letting it fall back down with a light huff. May as well stretch his legs a bit, and he does, flexing one and then the other before she's returned with...

He arches his brow in mild surprise, but then obeys. And, true to form, wraps his fingers around her lips, watching her closely as he deliberately sucks on them with a brief brush of his tongue.]

Mmm.

[He's 99.9% sure he's just been drugged.]

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THE HUNT FOR ICONS IS ON

I'VE FOUND A COUPLE BUT...NEED TO ACTUALLY ICON THEM LMF

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