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The sounds of dishes cease. "Ah, Danger. I see we are going to have to step it up a notch." Up & Around he orders and she feels silk wrap around her ankles, then just above her knees and she is suddenly hoisted into the air by those self same appendages, her legs spreading apart, though of course, the spreading is no discomfort at all for someone so limber. The blood does rush to her head though.
She can't see, but she feels someone's breath tickling her tender parts. Her body is at something of angle, the rope still looped under the table, staying taught but somehow allowing whatever length he seems to need.
"We will begin having fun soon, yes?" he says with some amusement, but also perhaps a touch of menace before placing a kiss on those self same lips.
The sound of a blade being sharpened begins in the background. Of course she knows he would never, ever willingly touch her with a blade now, would he? Perhaps not, the sound of chopping begins...and so far, everything seems to be intact.
"Already having fun." She tells him. "Should I have waited for you, my Lord?" She asks coyly. Goosebumps run up and down her skin.
"Not at all, my dear, not at all." She can feel him approaching her again, hear glass being placed on the table, then the squish of a fruit being squeezed between fingers above her and it's juices mixing with hers. Once, twice, and then again. Another one, perhaps a grape, placed at her second entrance and then pressed lightly until it pops intact just within her. Then, the roughness of a very male tongue lapping up the mixture, first without and then probing deeper. Coils of silk slap lightly against her upward facing cheek, then her thigh. They touch farther down, starting on her breast, catching on her nipple, sliding up, moving away just briefly, slapping into her abdomen, hard enough to leave little red lines. A glass is moved, then replaced on the table. His mouth returns to her, and suddenly she is flooded with cool, just slightly bubbly liquid. It fills her up, not a lot, but at least a mouthful, some spilling down over her stomach, a line or two even reaching the bottoms of her breasts. Hands begin to alternately knead the softness above and below. They are slightly...lubricated.
Entirely at his mercy, Parker strains against the bonds, writhing in ecstasy at his ministrations. Careful not to moan, she refuses to give him the satisfaction of vocal confirmation that he is in fact mastering her, quite well.
"Perhaps ...you are... mistaken, that is... barely stepping... it up a notch. ...I hardly... feel ...a... thing."
"Ah...good, good Danger." Dev chuckles, "then we continue." Parker can hear what sounds like the lid of a jar being removed, "I am very much looking forward to this. Please resist as long as you can." and soon after a cool sensation, as a gel like substance is slathered over her breasts, ass and sunk into her anus up to the first digit. Then there is a pause. "One for me." she hears him say as something is poured into presumably a glass and then a pause as she can hear him swallowing "and one for you." Parker again hears a liquid being poured though not into a glass this time, and soon after she again feels a coolness fill her sex, this time fully. "Ah, pitty. We seem to be out." the sound of a bottle being laid on a surface.
Parker can hear Dev move away briefly, perhaps admiring both his work and Parkers sensuous, but altogether helpless body. Then he returns, and begins to clean the wine from Parker's sex with his tongue. He takes his time and is quite thorough.
Meanwhile, in all the areas that the gel was slathered earlier Parker begins to feel a very cool, tingly, sensation. As Dev's mouth is occupied elsewhere, Dev's fingers roam over those areas adding their sensations as well. A caress here, a light twist there...and through it all suffuses the smell of peppermint.
Because alcohol in contact with mucus membranes (such as a yoni for example) burns like crazy... Parker's movements against her bonds become jerky, almost panicked as the stinging sensation begins. Her breath comes in strangled gasps as she keeps herself from crying out, her chest rising and falling rapidly with the effort, breasts swaying. She doesn't even notice the cooling tingly sensation on her behind until after Dev has cleaned out her sex with his tongue, and then he has to fight her thrashing body to do so. And at that point, she has gone from sober, to entirely inebriated. It took less than a minute. Her skin gets flushed, turning several shades of pink. The world begins to spin for her.
"Peppermint my Lord?" She gasps. "That's not... nearly potent enough, I will not be cowed... by such... lackadaisical methods. I expected better... of you." The alcohol is not slurring her speech, but it is affecting every other part of her. "Now cinnamon... or ginger... that... stings ...for half an hour... or more, if you desire, to be more ...thorough." Her alcohol addled brain helpfully advises, as she is feeling quite invincible for the moment.
Dev apparently did not know that an alcoholic beverage applied there caused such discomfort, perhaps he should have, but he didn't. He had thought the pain...if it came to that, was going to be at the next level. However, her words bring him back 'into character' and he recovers.
Dev sighs, "I was hoping it wouldn't come to this. I can see your reputation, Miss Danger Kitty has been most well earned. ...and your pain tolerance is..fearsome. I will hold this last one in abeyance for now. Maybe just a hint of what is to come, should you choose to not give in." A finger passes under her nose, between her teeth and brushes lightly over her tongue, then almost as quickly lightly taps the outside of her tight nether sphincter. At first nothing. Just a whiff of pepper. Hot Vudrani pepper crushed into a paste. Which starts mild and then builds to a burn.
"Just a drop of this, applied in the right place, can be most unpleasant. Perhaps it is time for you to acquiesce, dear Miss Danger Kitty. Are you ready to relent and succumb to the pleasure we can give you or do you still insist on courting the path of pain?" Fingers play softly between her two now upward facing portals. Fingers...fingers that could give pleasure or dispense pain. But which is it to be?
Alas, her lips do not part for his finger, so her teeth and tongue are safe from him, unless he presses the issue. In any case, once he touches his finger to her rear entrance, she gasps, her chest rising and falling with the effort to contain herself.
Once his fingers are focused below, she replies, not smugly, but with a certain alcohol fused honesty, "I will not relent, dear Sir. However, you might note the pepper will harm us equally." A pause as she wonders if she needs to elaborate. Then decides since it makes perfect sense to her, it must be perfectly clear to him as well. Goes on to say, "Perhaps you were never taught, that one attracts kittens with cream... If you desire my acquiescence, you must either take it from me, or win me over. You are not... winning me over, my Lord. And that... is tragic, for... I am, rather fond, of cream."
"Ah, but by your own words, I am Danger Kitten. Not your lovely sweet pliable Miss. Parker. And I have no reason to submit to you, Sir. If you think to rule over me, you must earn that right. I will not give it to you." She is quite enjoying what he is doing, the alcohol has made her quite bold. "If you are to be... my Lord. You must be, my Lord." She gasps at what his silken lash is doing. Still straining against her bonds, uselessly, but persistently, even as she speaks. Even with the sensation the lashes are providing, she does not relent. Rather she squirms, represses her moans. She clearly does not think his lash will ruin her for all men. After all, he is still quite interested in her. And the erotic lashing feels very very good, even as it smarts.
"So, your Mistress no longer controls you? You have broken yet another of your earthly fetters. Very well. So shall it be. On to the next trial. The '100 lash torment', where your skin will be flayed from your bones one stroke at a time." turn, lower, and bind he commands. Parker suddenly finds herself being flipped so she is facing down, her wrists still bound beneath and to the far side of the table. She feels the silk seem to slither of it's own accord around her body, her neck, winding around her arms and legs. "and here I so wished to get you to see the light without the need for violence." one the 'lash' comes down striking across her pearly white buttocks, two this time across her lower back, three it's almost as if someone is walking around her, though there is no sound of footsteps...there is the sound of something being removed from a jar. four the lashing continues, but again, there is the smell of peppermint in the air. "But as you wish it, so shall it be." His hard cock apparently slathered in a peppermint cream slides into her from behind. He spanks her, hard enough to leave a red mark, even as the lashing continues. A finger likewise well lubricated teases her other opening slowly making it's way in to the tip, then plunging in the rest of the way. His other hand slaps her other opulent cheek for good measure. "Please, Danger, please decide to try to hold out as long as you can. It is only a matter of time, but the longer you make it last...well, the more I think I will enjoy the process, no?" he smacks her again. It's actually quite loud.
She quips in response to his comment of her no longer being controlled by her mistress, "None can keep me in line for long. It takes persistent shows of dominance that few can consistently apply. I am a lot of woman, more than any one man can handle. My former patroness was not up, for the task."
He lashes her buttocks. He gasps before she answers, "There is your problem. I am rather blind."
Peppermint fills the air. "I always get what I want." She replies.
He enters her from behind, spanks her. She gasps again, but does not cry out. When his finger teases her other opening, she represses another moan. Is spanked again. Her pelvis rotates in pleasure. Her body undulating against the ropes. The peppermint has the effect of also tingling his hard member. It is as pleasurable for him, as it is for her. The cooling sensation makes her squirm harder, he finds he will have to either hold her down, bind her further, or find some other means of taming her, for she does not cease fighting him, even as bursts of pleasure shoot through her. Danger kitten seems quite the fighter.
"Always? Good, then that means whatever I do, you wanted it, no?"
bind, raise, tighten, pulse, tickle more commands as the silk again slithers around her torso and she is suddenly lifted slightly off of the table by her legs, torso and neck. There is enough pressure there that it could be worrisome. The more she struggles, the more her blood and airflow will be restricted. She is just high enough so that only two points contact the surface. Her nipples drag across it with every little movement she makes...or is made for her. He grabs hold of her hair uses her long luxurious tresses to pull her into him again and again, though the chords around her have now given him many useful handholds...if they were needed. The spiraled coils surrounding her breasts begin to move as if dancing to a song, one end has broken off from the lashing to stroke and tickle her clit in unending motion. His hand not wrapped in her hair presses down on her ass, grabbing down hard guiding her movement just where he wants it. Of course she continues to struggle,...and he enjoys every second of it.
By Parker's complete and utter stillness, Dev gets the distinct impression, if his rope isn't very careful about where it tightens, Parker is going to be very upset with him. She does not enjoy asphyxiation. She is attempting to calm her breathing, but it has become labored. Her claws ready to come out. He might have just found her limit. The spankings, she enjoyed, the lashings, the being tied up. The very very cold mint. All things that went over quite well. But limiting her airflow... Not on her list of things she wants to experience erotically.
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Dev does notice, and interprets correctly. The rope does not remove itself, but it slackens as he hoists her up and upon him. He stops moving, holding her tight, though the rope receiving no new commands, continues. He whispers into her ear. "Are you okay, Kitten?"
She fights her way free of the rope, if it is all possible. As he pulls her on top of him, and holds her tightly, she even struggles against Dev. Her claws shred the blindfold, or if that is not possible because she is still bound, she harshly rubs her face against the table so the blindfold slips off her eyes, and if that means she takes off a few layers of skin in order to get the thing off her, so be it. Dev can see her eyes are moist. Tears soaked into the fabric "No. I'm not okay. What the hell? Why... why would you choke me?" Still reeling with alcohol, the world spins a little, and Parker gets woozy, almost swoons. "That was horrifying." She flails against him. Probably hurting herself, instead of him. Lashing out, upset. "Why would you do that? You could damage my voice. Ruin my singing, and I couldn't breathe." Only Parker would think of her voice before her life.
The rope is now loose and she removes it (at least from her arms and neck) and the blindfold easily. "Seriously?" Dev seems to be completely taken aback by her demeanor. "You're willing to take an ass full of chili pepper but not have a choke chain around your neck?"
sense motive:
He processes her words, "Oh. Okay, I get it." He catches hold of her arms, holding them against her in a hug. "I'm sorry, Kitten, I didn't know. Your neck...or more to the point, your vocal chords are off limits. I'll remember that in the future. Okay? It won't happen again." He holds her, still impaled upon him. He doesn't soften. At least not yet.
The rope is now loose and she removes it (at least from her arms and neck) and the blindfold easily. "Seriously?" Dev seems to be completely taken aback by her demeanor. "You're willing to take an ass full of chili pepper but not have a choke chain around your neck?" (ass full of chili pepper) didn't actually happen, but she was definitely challenging him on the point.
sense motive: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (13) + 10 = 23
He processes her words, "Oh. Okay, I get it." He catches hold of her arms, holding them against her in a hug. "I'm sorry, Kitten, I didn't know. Your neck...or more to the point, your vocal chords are off limits. I'll remember that in the future. Okay? It won't happen again." He holds her, still impaled upon him. He doesn't soften. At least not yet.
Ass full of chili pepper... His words hurt her more than he might be aware of. So much so, that anything else he says after that falls on deaf ears. She does let him hug her. She will in fact, get off him, and If he persists, she will fight him. She moves away from him, to the bed, where she wraps herself in a sheet, and sits down so that she doesn't fall over. "Don't touch me." Dev really struck a nerve. She is very very upset, more upset, in fact, at his comment just now, than at the strangle hold. "You got me drunk." She says, and she's actually still drunk, which is clear by her body swaying slightly. "I didn't even know you could get someone drunk that way... and it burned like hell, but you know what, I love you and I trusted you. I trusted you not to do anything that would actually hurt me. That means I had faith in you that you would not actually use chili pepper on me in such a fashion. Had you used it, I would have probably gotten an infection, and there would be no sex for weeks until it healed. But, we were playing. What in the world would possibly lead me to believe you would hurt me while we are having fun? There are some things you just don't do. And maybe this is my first relationship ever, so I'm not smart about limits and how to tell you what I expect or want. And maybe I don't know anything except my sheltered little life... but You should have known not to choke me. And you're damn right it wont happen again." She's crying. She's upset. She's drunk.
initiative if needed.
She leans against Jo as he wraps his arms around her.
Dev stays silent for a time, letting her vent. Finally, when she has calmed in Jo's arms and he thinks she is ready to listen, he speaks, "Kitten, regarding the pepper. That was bluster and bravado, part of the game. What I had you smell and what I touched your ass with were two different fingers. The second was almost pure cream. Anything you reacted to there was mostly your imagination." he glances at the bowl next to the berries. "I...took the liberty of testing a drop on myself earlier when I first had the thoughts about "Danger Kitty" from your previous 'obstinateness'." he allows himself the hint of a smile at that thought and the made up word, "Too be blunt, it was...most unpleasant." he winces slightly from that memory, "There was no way I could actually carry out that threat, which is why I had to figure out a way to move it on to a different scene when you insisted on pushing it further. I would not knowingly cause you harm, Kitten. I did, promise to protect you. Which is why we were so hesitant to use your ass at all in the beginning, remember? We thought even that might be going a little too far." his hand reaches over, brushes her knee, "If you recall, I tried to talk to you earlier about how to know when something was going to be too much. I was not able to get that across effectively, and...well, here we are." he reaches across, dips a few of the berries in cream and begins to munch on them, leaning back, looking her and Jo over. "the wine was another matter. It did not occur to me that, that would sting. Perhaps it should have. For that I apologize. That and the rope were oversights, but the rope I was watching carefully, any real weight would have caused it to loosen immediately. But that is obviously a non-negotiable point for you...so it shall not be touched on again." He takes a drink of wine from a glass. "Perhaps now would be a good time to reopen the subject, 'if someone feels uncomfortable with a situation what can be done or said that we can all agree on will immediately bring an end to the scene or the unwanted advance?" he has regained the calm demeanor, she has become familiar with and watches her, studies her, with his cool grey eyes.
sense motive if needed:
Anything you reacted to there was mostly your imagination."... "which is why I had to figure out a way to move it on to a different scene when you insisted on pushing it further" ... "If you recall, I tried to talk to you earlier about how to know when something was going to be too much. I was not able to get that across effectively, and...well, here we are." ... "the wine was another matter. It did not occur to me that, that would sting." ... "Perhaps now would be a good time to reopen the subject, 'if someone feels uncomfortable with a situation what can be done or said that we can all agree on will immediately bring an end to the scene or the unwanted advance?"
His words are not helping calm her. In fact, she is not calming down at all. Possibly she's getting more upset. "So this is my fault?" Her voice has raised an octave. "I didn't just roll over for you, and it's my fault that you pushed it too far?! And for the wine, it has alcohol in it... so of course it's going to burn. How did that not occur to you? ... I do not recall you attempting to talk to me about setting limits, and right now it is not a good time to start or re-open the subject." When he starts eating, and drinking so casually, while she is so upset... that makes her even more upset. That he can eat and drink while she's having what distinctly feels like the beginnings of a nervous breakdown.
She can't get the tone of his words out of her head. Can't wrap her mind around how callous he seems to be about all this, when she is clearly not ok.
"Seriously?... You're willing to take an ass full of chili pepper but not have a choke chain around your neck?"
"...you insisted on pushing it further"
She is submissive by nature. She needs the men in her life to take charge, to be dominant. But they need to earn that. They can't just expect her to give in to their every demand without proving themselves capable. She's not their servant, she's their lover. In Parker's world, leading was done by example. Authority was wielded quietly, with expectation of obedience, consequences at misbehavior, and a very consistent, even, fair, hand. People made mistakes, and she didn't expect either of the men in her life to be perfect, but she did expect to be respected, loved, cared for. And right now, while she is without a doubt certain that Dev loves her, she is less certain that he respects her, that he will take care of her, when in her mind, he has just put the blame on things going poorly square on her shoulders, and taken no responsibility upon himself.
Dev looks at her over his glass, blinks. Says in a tone that has become perhaps a touch too calm, "Are you hurt?"
He looks at her calmly, evenly. Continuing to study her reactions.
Her reaction is that she's hyperventilating and freaking out.
Dev takes another drink, sets the glass on the table. Pours some water into a clean glass and approaches Parker in Jo's arms. He sits down next to them. He looks into her eyes. "Kitten. I love you and we need to talk, but before we do, I need you to be calm. Please, drink this."
Joe pulls out a handkerchief from a jacket pocket, holding it so that it forms a small cloth bag, which he holds, with very little pressure, to Parker's mouth until she pushes it away or her breathing calms.
Her eyes are squeezed shut as she breathes through Jo's impromptu bag. She's not responding to Dev at the moment.
Dev places the water next to her, leans back and waits. If and when her eyes finally open, he is sitting watching her. "Better, Kitten?" he asks mildly concerned, but not overly so. After all, he considers her a strong woman, even if she may not at the moment.
With Jo still between them, Dev might not notice... however to Jo the anger in Parker's gaze is very clear.
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Dev notices the anger in Parker's eyes. "You are angry, Kitten. I do not begrudge you that. Until you have let go of that emotion, however, you will not hear what I am saying." He takes another drink and waits.
"How kind of you not to begrudge me my anger. Get out of my wagon." Her voice is filled with the emotion she feels. It is through a supreme effort of will that she`s not yelling.
Dev raises an eyebrow. The corner of his mouth quirks. "I thought that was coming. We will revisit that later as well." Dev does not move.
Joe shifts himself, and Parker, just enough that she is held in front of him. In her corner, supporting her, but neither shield nor warrior against the other man. At least not yet.
"I asked you to leave."
"I heard you and I'm fairly certain you should calm down before making a final decision on that. To quote Irori , 'In a controversy the instant we feel anger we have already ceased striving for the truth, and have begun striving for ourselves.'" Dev has stopped eating, he is looking levelly at Parker.
Still not calming down.
Joe looks at Dev, then at Parker in his arms. Carefully, moving her as little as possible, he pulls something heavy from a pocket. With precise aim he throws it at the pitcher of water, knocking it over spilling the remaining water.
His urbane voice, dead flat, "Why... Look at that. We are out of water. Go fetch some Dev?"
"Of course, Mr Cabal. I am at your service." Dev nods to the two, keeping his face as straight at possible. He picks up his pants and his quiver and exits Vitor without another glance.
Once Dev has left the wagon, Parker looks up into Jo's eyes... and begins to bawl. She clings to him, and sobs.
He wraps his arms around her, holding her close, rocking her slightly. He starts to hum tonelessly to try to calm her. He is a wretched singer.
After a little while of his tuneless humming, but which probably feels like an eternily to Jo as he soothes the histerical girl, Parker's sobs subside, until eventually, a small hoarse voice chimes in, "I think.... you might...be tone deaf." She does not let go of him.
He shifts her a little so that, wrapped in her blanket, she is held across his lap. With a small smile, "It is possible." Kisses her forehead, "But not so badly that I don't know how good you are, kitten."
He is quiet for long moments, holding her close, golden eyes clouded with his own thoughts, as he lets her regain herself. He does not start humming again.
Am I really good? She asks. She's probably not talking about her singing, especially since her ego is such that she would never question her own talent. Her head rests against him. She is very light in his arms.
"Ah, kitten. You are a wonderful person..." A pause, "Not always the most rational of people, but your heart is always true and you act on your passions." Petting her hair as her head rests on his shoulder, his voice quiet but sure. "This is not a bad thing."
"Ah, kitten. You are a wonderful person..." A pause, "Not always the most rational of people, but your heart is always true and you act on your passions." Petting her hair as her head rests on his shoulder, his voice quiet but sure. "This is not a bad thing."
She sniffs, almost indignantly, but really, much to emotional to be indignant. Her voice is very small, apparently she's sobering up, and realizing she was less than respectful and could have handled her anger better. "Are you going to give me a stern talking to about my attitude?"
He chuckles softly, rubbing her back, "Well... you were very drunk." His voice gets serious, "And while I don't agree with the way Dev phrased many of the things he said, you do owe him an apology for some of the things you said." He kisses her forehead, "Especially since he did apologize for going past your boundaries when he found them."
His arms tighten around her, "When you are ready." There is a smile in his voice, "And if you need a talking to improve your attitude, I'll do so." His voice drops, "But I'd much prefer rewarding you for a better one."
"I could have used a talking to about halfway though my rant." She says meekly.
"Thank you for helping me calm down."