And she blushes even brighter. "Dev!" She can't keep a straight face for her little scolding. She's just way too in love for that. "You scoundrel you. You have responsibilities, you know. I can't be distracting you all the time. You're terrible!""Guilty as charged." he says, then counters with "..and why not?" he's not serious, but still it's a nice thought.
She gives him her best face. Breaks into a smile, elbows Dev lightly, if he lets her.
He lets her. Of course he lets her. He always lets her. And afterwards he smiles at her very fondly indeed. and a redness suffuses his cheeks. apparently, he just had a thought that he considers 'naughty' even for him.
"You are useful." His tone serious for a moment, so that she knows he isn't just mollifying her, but being truthful.
And then it turns teasing, "But extravagant and impossible are also far more apt for you. Not so the ring."
She smiles back at Dev, fighting off another blush.
Turns to Jo, heat still in her face. And a smile for him, too. "I don't know about that." The smile becomes a little larger, she teases right back. "That was the most lavish purchase I've ever made. And lavish, means extravagant." A slight pause. "Although I am pretty impossible. I have no idea how you two put up with me."
"Oh, I know it's pretty tough, but we work on it everyday you know?" he says, obviously teasing. "Some hours, obviously it's much harder than others, but we give each other support and muddle through some how. We just take it one day at a time."
bluff: he may be trying very hard to appear serious, but he's NOT a good actor and he can't keep from smiling.
"Indeed. The demands. The singing." A shrug, "And all we get in return is exquisite bliss."
"Hard life." He doesn't even try to bluff his loving teasing.
Small high pitched voice, "You don't like the singing?" Snifs. Pouts.
He leans in, whispers in her ear.
Parker blushes at Jo's words. " I will get you earplugs."
A moment later, still flushed red, she whispers back.
"You need never walk around uncomfortable." Her voice is breathy, low, filled with lust that is fueled by his dominance. Filled with promise of all that is his, if he but takes it without needing to be prompted.
Dev grins evilly, mutters under his breath to know one in particular, "I think that would lead to quite a number of indecent public displays."
Dev gets elbowed again.
Joe nods in absolute agreement to what Dev said.
She blushes even deeper. "If that is the case, how do either of you get anything done?" She asks and then flutters her lashes at Jo in a very suggestive manner.
"It is a daily... hourly... minutely struggle." He smiles, pressing a kiss to her cheek.
Dev dips his bread into his stew, takes a bite while looking over it at Parker appraisingly. "Take off your clothes." he says to her dispassionately, waiving the piece of bread in her direction dismissively. "I want to see you."
Despite the seeming disinterest in his voice, a fire smolders in his eyes.
"You don't get desert until you finish your lunch." Parker says coyly. She gets up from her chair. Steps around it, passing on Jo's side, and moves the chair so its under and against the table, out of the way. Having made some room, she remains just out of both Dev's and Jo's reach. She turns around, her back to the observers, and clever fingers untie corset laces. Once the corset is loosened, she turns around, begins to unhook the front, moving seductively in a slow dance, taking the garment off one hook at a time. dance
Dev continues to lean back, eating his stew and bread. He still appears disinterested, though it requires a shift in his chair to do so. He moistens lips suddenly gone a bit to dry.
She drops the corset in Jo's lap and dances away. Then begins to work her way out of her dress, first she shows a lot of leg, spins in a circle to allow both men glimpses of her thighs as the dress swirls up.
bluff:
Dev disinterested demeanor isn't fooling anyone. His breathing deepens, eyes following her every move.
After a few more spins, her hands press her fluttering dress between her legs, akin to Marilyn Monroe's white dress over the subway grate catching the updraft scene. Facing the two men, they are treated to a lovely view of cleavage nearly bursting out from the top of her dress. Her hands move to her thighs, drawing the dress up along the sides, revealing more leg, up and up, until the sides of her legs, and then her bare hips are quite visible, but the front facing the two men is still hidden from view by the fabric. Both men can tell by the abundance of skin, that apparently their little vixen isn't wearing anything under that dress.
A moment later she lets go of the fabric, so her legs are again covered quite demurely. She straightens up, denying both men the view of her cleavage they have been enjoying.
Parker licks her lips quite seductively, and then, with a come hither stare, simply shimmies out of her dress, quite dexterously, so that one moment she is wearing it, the next it glides down her body as she undulates, and ends up pooled on the floor.
She spins around, in a slow circle, while she continues to dance for Jo and Dev, wearing absolutely nothing.
Dev continues to lounge in his seat, with back against the wall. Although his head appears turned slightly off to one side, his eyes, through half lowered lids, never leave her. The bulge in his pants, despite the adjustment in the way he was sitting, still quite noticeable to anyone with more than a cursory glance. He waives one hand dismissively towards the food. "Clear the table, then attend me." It seems he has decided to act out some imagined roll in his head.
She raises one perfectly sculpted eyebrow. "No." She says, softly but with firm conviction. "You haven't finished." She keeps dancing.
Dev turns in his seat, scoops some more stew into his bowl, takes a bite, "Do not disobey me wench. Else I must have our good lord inquisitor here teach you a lesson you will not soon forget." he pops another grape in his mouth. "and all your fabled dancing skills, legendary beauty and notoriety as a seductress shall avail you nought."
Joe looks at the empty plate in front of him (of course he eats far less than Dev does anyway). Quietly, "I may be no lord to order anyone, but I'm done." Chances are he is unaware of anything he ate since his eyes didn't leave Parker's form for a second of her performance. Even now his golden eyes are molten as he looks at her, "If you wish to continue your dance closer to me..."
"Wench?" It's not really phrased as a question.
Both hands run up her abs, to her breasts, cup each orb, lift, squeeze, display hardening nipples. "Seductress?" He voice oh so innocent in comparison to the devilish things her hands are doing to her breasts. She steps within Jo's reach. Which is really, just taking one step closer to him, in the confines of the gypsy wagon.
Dev does not respond verbally. He continues to eat and watch every move she makes.
As she moves towards Jo, her fingers roam a little more, one hand stays to torment her breasts and nipples, the other moves down south, further and further down, until it is lost in the silky folds hidden between her legs. "Seductress?" She asks again. And when her fingers emerge, moist, from where they were just a moment ago, she sucks them off, one by one.
Dev's eyes narrow. He continues to eat and sup the wine from his glass.
"Inquisitor. Please see that she is taught an appropriate lesson." he says in their direction. "I will see how she is doing after I have had my fill."
"I'm sure, I have ...no... idea what you are speaking of." She says as she continues with her seduction right in front of Jo. "I am a lady of substance and discretion. Not some... wanton... serving doxy." The other hand squeezes a nipple, making it jut out towards Dev. Her hips undulate, showing just how wanton she really was. "Perhaps you, my lord, have me mistaken with someone of the lower classes. A common merchant's daughter, perhaps?"
He reaches forward, slowly, his hands coming to rest on the vixen's hips, pulling her steadily towards him and then, with the same slow force, impales her on his hardness. He leans down, kissing the nipple she was teasing and then leans back as much as the chair allows, "Dance for me kitten?" His golden eyes locked on her face, taking in each little movement of her expression.
Dev continues to eat. It's quite good stew and the bread is a perfect counterpoint. As he chews and watches the show before him, he takes out his bandana, folding it into a nice, long strip.
She leans forward, her breasts coming in contact with Jo's chest as she moves against him. Her nipples hard, so that he can feel them even through his shirt. She touches herself, as she rides him, as she dances in his lap, her pelvis moving his hard member in and out of her. Her fingers graze her breasts, her hips, her ass. She touches every part of herself that she can reach with lustful abandon. She tosses her head back, her long hair cascading behind her, the expanse of pale throat visible to Jo, her upper body moves back along with her head, loosing the contact it had with Jo's chest, so that her generous breasts bounce along with her rhythm.
She is only concerned about her own pleasure at the moment. Thinking only of herself is something she has not really done up to this point. Both men have always taken care of that for her. Now Jo is gripping the chair below them, and Parker is f*@#!^g Jo quite thoroughly. Riding Jo gives her tremendous satisfaction. His shaft hits every pleasurable part inside her, and her undulations ensure her clit is well stimulated as well. Her hands move up along her body, to hold her hair away from her face, sticking her chest out further towards Jo.
Dev's view from where he sits gives him a very good idea of just how wanton his little wench really is. And then she turns her eyes toward Dev for a moment. "I'm afraid that your inquisitor has been compromised, my lord." She says softly to Dev as she keeps dancing in Jo's lap. Her focus back on Jo, he gets a smile, filled with bliss. He can feel his slick member surrounded by her wet and tight walls, which are now threatening to pulse around his shaft. "My Jo." She whispers to him, leaning forward so her lips graze his ear, so that her entire nude body now writhes against his almost fully clothed one.
"He has." Dev replies, off-handedly. "So, you live up to your reputation, Danger-Kitty." he smiles, takes a drink, goes back to finishing his second bowl of stew. "He shall yet serve his purpose, you shall see. I shall make sure to take my time with this." A coil of silk rope joins the bandana.
Soft warm happy laughter at Dev's use of the term danger kitty.
Dev finishes his second bowl, begins to clear the table, notably leaving out the fruit, wine and wine glasses. Some whipped cream seems to also have made an appearance.
When she obeys... and only then... do his hands come to her hips pulling her deeply against him and losing himself in her depths.
Jo whispers, and Parker obeys. After he has lost himself inside her, and her own orgasm has finally stopped milking him dry, her dance on top of his lap stops. She remains in his arms, on his lap, breathing heavy, he is inside her, her is head nestled against his neck, her body pressed to his. "always" she breathes against him. Focused on Jo, momentarily lost in him.
As for what Joe does after Dev blindfolds her... she really isn't sure.
Jo whispers in her ear, his arm around her for a moment. She sighs contentedly. Then Dev startles her, blindfolds her. She is lifted off Jo. A small squeak from between her lips as she is deposited on the table. A gasp as her wrists are bound. Her lips part as her tongue darts out, moistening her lips. "You have me at a disadvantage, sir." She says quietly as her hips squirm against the table. She writhes against her bonds, and the hand holding her down.
"Of course, Danger. That is the only way to play the game, is it not?" He talks as to a respected adversary, but his fingers play lightly down the center of her chest, between her breasts, tracing out and tickling her abdomenals, past her sex to her thighs, off the sides of the table and all the way down to her toes and back. A light, soft quick touch, full of promise for a later time. Back across her stomach, cupping her breasts and around to her nipples with a light spiral twist. Then they are gone...and there is a sound of moving dishes in the background.
She grins, evilly, as he touches her, as her body responds quite readily. The smile growing as he ceases his caress, moves dishes around. Her expression indicating she had this planned all along. "If you say so, ...my Lord." She offers. Her low breathy tone indicating perhaps he does not have her at a disadvantage after all. She is not so easily tamed.