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09.Jan.21, 04:13 PM
He watched her with hooded eyes as she stripped her clothing off, shaft swelling with renewed desire. It never did take him much to rise to the occasion, especially with Esille. He glanced down at his hand, studying his fingers while he waited with a smirk on his lips. He needed to trim his nails he realized as he looked at them but now was not the time, perhaps later. He glanced back up at her and a brow rose. He was patient but it was an indication that if she didn't hurry he would take the choice from her.
He could watch the thoughts drifting across her face, smirk growing wider as she tried to decide and he nodded when she finally choose. "Lap it is," he said as he drifted to the low couch against the wall. Pendalier had furnished his office much as he had his sleeping quarters, with couches and chairs wherever he could place them. He had nearly lived in the rooms for the last few turns so why not make it comfortable? Plus it made it so much easier to fuck Esille when she came to visit him. Harsh he was but Pendalier enjoyed decadence and pleasure where he could. A comfortable place to have sex was high on that list.
"Bent over," he murmured as he situated himself in the center of the couch, thick thighs spread slightly and his hand held out for her, "I want to see my hand make contact, I don't think straddled on my lap would give me the best view and you know how I love a good view." The position would have been awkward even if it made her core easier to access. "You can straddle me after," he continued and pulled her across his lap with a growl. Big hand shifted, drawing a light circle across her cheek with a palm before giving her a sharp smack.
He caressed the globe while studying the harsh red handprint against her creamy complexion. It was a direct contradiction between the violent spanks and the gentle touches after they landed to soothe the sting away. She needed to be punished for her actions but he wasn't a complete monster. He wanted her to enjoy the action as much as he did so the caresses and gentle touches against her skin were something he allowed. His desire was evident by the hard erection that pressed against her abdomen and Pendalier thrust against her with the next blow of his hand.
"Have you been punished enough?" he asked with a low and gravelly voice another sign of his growing need, "Will you disobey again tonight?"
He could watch the thoughts drifting across her face, smirk growing wider as she tried to decide and he nodded when she finally choose. "Lap it is," he said as he drifted to the low couch against the wall. Pendalier had furnished his office much as he had his sleeping quarters, with couches and chairs wherever he could place them. He had nearly lived in the rooms for the last few turns so why not make it comfortable? Plus it made it so much easier to fuck Esille when she came to visit him. Harsh he was but Pendalier enjoyed decadence and pleasure where he could. A comfortable place to have sex was high on that list.
"Bent over," he murmured as he situated himself in the center of the couch, thick thighs spread slightly and his hand held out for her, "I want to see my hand make contact, I don't think straddled on my lap would give me the best view and you know how I love a good view." The position would have been awkward even if it made her core easier to access. "You can straddle me after," he continued and pulled her across his lap with a growl. Big hand shifted, drawing a light circle across her cheek with a palm before giving her a sharp smack.
He caressed the globe while studying the harsh red handprint against her creamy complexion. It was a direct contradiction between the violent spanks and the gentle touches after they landed to soothe the sting away. She needed to be punished for her actions but he wasn't a complete monster. He wanted her to enjoy the action as much as he did so the caresses and gentle touches against her skin were something he allowed. His desire was evident by the hard erection that pressed against her abdomen and Pendalier thrust against her with the next blow of his hand.
"Have you been punished enough?" he asked with a low and gravelly voice another sign of his growing need, "Will you disobey again tonight?"
