Bad Ideas

    Ariav gasped as cold lips met the back of her neck. "Goddamnit Cain, what've I told you about doing that?"

    She heard a low chuckle over the sounds of the shower, then gasped again as Cain casually slipped one finger, then two, into her. "I can't remember....why don't you remind me?"

   Struggling to concentrate, the elf turned herself around and immediately regretted the decision. Cain took the opportunity and threw her up against the wall, and as she slowly slid down she wrapped her legs around him for traction. His grin warned her of her mistake, but it was too late for her. With one smooth movement and a satisfied groan, he buried himself deep inside her, kissing her shoulder and continuing to hold her up against the wall.

    Ariav nearly drew blood as she bit her lip, trying not to moan as he set a maddeningly slow pace, her back sliding up and down the slick tile wall as Cain moved. She knew that he was trying to draw her out, trying to get her to beg for him to go faster, but she wasn't going to give him the satisfaction.

    The human looked at her tightly closed eyes, her set jaw, and noted how hard she was clenched around him, and decided the best thing to do was speed up, which he did.

    While not my that much faster than before, the effects were immediate: Ariav's composure broke, and she let a single moan slip as she relaxed, the tight grip she had on him loosening considerably. However after long, she had her jaw set again and refused to make any more noises.

    Even though she couldn't see it, Cain grinned. The next thing she knew, she was moaning and whimpering underneath him as she found herself on the floor of the bathroom outside the shower, his pants and groans matching his pace, which was now nearing the range of impossibly fast.

    "What's the matter, Ria?" he teased in between pleasured groans, "Enjoying yourself?"

    She scowled momentarily, but the expression was only in place for a few seconds before she moaned again. "F-fuck y-ah, mmn...."

    "Did I hear - ngh - did I hear a 'fuck me harder' in there?" Cain took pride in being able to do this to her, he knew it and she knew it. Ariav writhed underneath his relentless attention, her moans getting higher and higher-pitched until finally, her back arched and an especially long and loud moan tore out of her.

    Cain grunted as he tried to hold off on getting off right then too, but the sudden pressure was almost too much to handle as her muscles contracted, flooding his senses with pleasure.

    Ariav slowly laid back onto the floor, into a puddle of water caused by their abrupt exit from the shower, which was still running. Looking up at Cain, she donned her own sly grin and began slowly rotating her hips, grinding up against his own. The Death Knight's muscles snapped taut, and he groaned loudly, hilting in her one last time before pulling out and collapsing down next to her, sparing a moment to give her a gentle kiss on the cheek before moving to cuddle up against her.

    However, she pushed him away, got up, and turned off the shower. Turning around, she clicked her tongue at him and threw him a towel.

    "Clean that up, will you?" she called over her shoulder, indicating the puddle of water with white flecks in it that he was currently laying in.

    "And what do I get out of it?" he asked, using the towel to dry himself off first.

    Ariav poked her head back into the room, quickly followed by the rest of her. "I could let you live," she offered, then at his arm-crossing and frown amended it to "Or I could let you try whatever it was you'd wanted to do last night."

    With the new bribe in place, Cain dropped back onto his knees and begun scrubbing the floor, making sure to get every drop.

    Cain's head tipped back with a deep groan as he - at last - slipped into Ariav again. This time, however, she was laid on his desk (which had been cleared of papers and stray silver before hand) with a bandanna serving as a gag, and two pairs of handcuffs holding her in place. Through the gag, he could still hear her initial gasp, but it took a while for her to start getting worked up enough before her moans were loud enough to be audible.

    Ariav's raven-black hair spilled over the edge of the desk and onto the floor, swaying in time with the desk as Cain had his way with her. She wasn't being nearly as loud as he was, but it was good enough for him.

    She'd teased him all week before these two days. It was only little things - bending over to pick things up when he was around, winking at him when no one else was looking, purposefully wiggling her hips any time she found herself pressed up against him - and now was his opportunity to get her back for all of it, and that was exactly what he intended to do.

    Ripping the improvised gag out of her mouth, he sped up at the exact same time that he locked her in a fierce kiss, and the uncontrollable moans spilling from Ariav's mouth into his were like a drug. He groaned and tensed, feeling the desk quake under her writhing, before burying himself deep, deep into her once more in order to finish.

    After a couple moments to recover, Cain leaned over her and gave her a sloppy, exhausted kiss as he undid the restraints. When she was free she wrapped her arms around his neck and returned the kiss before collapsing onto their bed only a few feet away.