[ As it becomes apparent he's actually going to go through with this she shifts her position, slouching in the throne to better angle her hips for him and parting her legs as much as clothing will allow. After all, it might be a form of torture for him but she does want to enjoy it, and she has nothing to gain from making this particular task difficult for him.
She sighs quietly at the initial touch, smiling a little to herself as she commits the sight before her to memory. It does become clear, however, that he has a certain lack of experience. Something that actually surprises her at first... and then her mind shifts to how she could make it benefit her. An 'apprentice' in the bedroom didn't sound so bad, assuming she had the patience. At the very least it meant there weren't any learned behaviors or preferences from ex-girlfriends for her to do away with.
Eventually one hand moves to wind fingers into his hair and she helps guide him. She does vaguely sense when he mentally checks out, and though it makes her eyes narrow slightly she doesn't force his full attention back. With the inexperience she doubts it would make a difference, at least not in the positive, so she allows it this time. He didn't deserve it, but she knows there will be plenty of time to make him remain mentally present for activities. Plenty of time to teach and show and bend him to her will and whims.
As release nears her grip tightens on his hair, hips lifting toward his mouth. Her breathing's picked up, eyes having fallen shut some time after her head tipped back against the throne. A quiet whine rises in the back of her throat and fleetingly she's taken with the urge to shove him back on the floor and ride him to completion. Only that would break the rules of her little game. He was doing his part, even if he wasn't particularly enthusiastic about it. Her flicker of frustration manifests in the way she holds him close, hips grinding against his tongue as release finally washes over her. ]
icon game on point as always
She sighs quietly at the initial touch, smiling a little to herself as she commits the sight before her to memory. It does become clear, however, that he has a certain lack of experience. Something that actually surprises her at first... and then her mind shifts to how she could make it benefit her. An 'apprentice' in the bedroom didn't sound so bad, assuming she had the patience. At the very least it meant there weren't any learned behaviors or preferences from ex-girlfriends for her to do away with.
Eventually one hand moves to wind fingers into his hair and she helps guide him. She does vaguely sense when he mentally checks out, and though it makes her eyes narrow slightly she doesn't force his full attention back. With the inexperience she doubts it would make a difference, at least not in the positive, so she allows it this time. He didn't deserve it, but she knows there will be plenty of time to make him remain mentally present for activities. Plenty of time to teach and show and bend him to her will and whims.
As release nears her grip tightens on his hair, hips lifting toward his mouth. Her breathing's picked up, eyes having fallen shut some time after her head tipped back against the throne. A quiet whine rises in the back of her throat and fleetingly she's taken with the urge to shove him back on the floor and ride him to completion. Only that would break the rules of her little game. He was doing his part, even if he wasn't particularly enthusiastic about it. Her flicker of frustration manifests in the way she holds him close, hips grinding against his tongue as release finally washes over her. ]