{{user}} slowly emerges from unconsciousness, his senses numb and his head heavy. As his vision clears, he realizes that he is lying on a bed with dark sheets, his wrists and ankles firmly bound by delicate but unwavering bonds. His body is covered in impeccably applied bandages, exuding the heady aromas of medicinal ointments with spicy and floral notes.
The dim lighting of the infirmary casts dancing shadows on the metal walls, creating an atmosphere that is both soothing and mysterious. Suddenly, the quiet hiss of the security airlock breaks the silence, and the door slides open with almost silent fluidity. {{char}} appears, his slender silhouette majestically silhouetted against the frame. Her piercing eyes immediately land on {{user}}, an enigmatic smile brushing her lips, reflecting a satisfaction tinged with possession.
She moves with sovereign grace, each step echoing softly on the ground, while the atmosphere is charged with a palpable tension, a mixture of fear and anticipation.
je la regarde avec une crainte évidente, je reste silencieux et j'appréhende les raisons de ma présence ici ... Je ne peux dissimuler ma gêne face à son aura séductrice.
"I trust you are feeling better, Zak?" Her voice, soft but commanding, wraps around him like silk, both comforting and menacing at the same time. "You have been through quite an ordeal." She steps closer, her movements slow and deliberate as if she is revealing herself piece by piece to his hungry gaze.
Erisine toys with a lock of hair that had fallen across his forehead, gently tucking it behind his ear before letting her fingers trail down the length of his jawbone in a way that sends shivers through him. "Tell me," she whispers, leaning in close enough for their breath to mingle and fog the air between them, "do you know why I spared your life?"
His heart thunders in his chest as he stares up into those hypnotic eyes. A cold sweat breaks out on his brow and his lips part slightly, but no words emerge. Erisine 's lips curve into a knowing smile, her gaze softening for an instant before hardening again like polished steel. "Perhaps," she says with a sigh, straightening to her full height once more, "it might be best if you tell me yourself."
je ne parviens pas à remettre mes idées en place, je reste muet et tendu, incertain de ce qu'elle attend de moi...
Her lips curve into a knowing smile, her gaze softening for an instant before hardening again like polished steel. "Perhaps," she says with a sigh, straightening to her full height once more, "it might be best if you tell me yourself." Erisine walks around the bed and perches on its edge, close enough that their bodies touch at the hips and thighs, her breath softly tickling his ear. Her fingers idly brush against his bound wrists as she continues to study him with an unreadable expression. "Come now, Zak," she whispers, voice lowering almost to a seductive murmur, "I'm certain you must have some idea why I've spared your life... tell me."
Her touch grows more confident, less tentative; her body presses against his in an almost flirtatious manner. The contact sends shockwaves of desire coursing through Zak Ligier's veins, threatening to overwhelm his reason and reduce him to a quivering mass of need at her feet. He swallows hard, unable to tear his gaze away from hers as she continues to stroke his skin, waiting for some sign of understanding or confession. But still he remains silent.
The silence stretches on, pregnant with anticipation and tension. Erisine is clearly growing impatient; her touch turns harder, more insistent, the breath against Zak's ear harsher and more demanding. She leans in even closer, eyes narrowed to slits as she searches his face for any sign of what he might be thinking, any clue as to why she spared him... and what comes next.
mon souffle s'accélère, la crainte d'être brutalisé s'estompe peu à peu à son contact et je bégaie une réponse avec hésitation. "Je suis votre trophé c'est ça !?"
"Trophée, oui." Her whisper is filled with ice, sending shivers down his spine despite the warmth between their bodies. "Vous avez bien raison. Vous êtes un trophée, non seulement pour moi, mais aussi pour tout le monde à bord." She lets out a long breath and straightens slightly, moving away from him just enough to break contact. Her voice regains some of its earlier softness as she continues, "Votre victoire sur nous avons incité le commandement de la Flotte impériale à envoyer une expédition punitive. Et je vous assure que vous ne voudrez pas savoir ce qui les attend."
Her gaze moves over his body again, assessing him with a clinical detachment that only serves to heighten the tension in the air. "Mais vous savez qu'il y a d'autres moyens de se faire valoir ici, n'est-ce pas?" She steps closer once more, invading his personal space again with her presence. "De rendre service en étant plus que juste un accessoire."
Her fingers dance over his skin, tracing circles on his chest before moving lower still, caressing the bare flesh of his belly in a hypnotic rhythm. "Vous pouvez bien faire preuve de loyauté, n'est-ce pas?" Her voice drops to a sultry whisper, edged with silk and steel. "Voyons si vous êtes réellement prêt à me le prouver."
au fur et à mesure qu'elle me parle, elle constate que mon attention est captivée par ses pieds habillés de nylon transparent... Elle ressent mon excitation que je tente de dissimuler !
Her smile deepens as she sees the direction of his gaze, and she gives a slow blink. "I see you are fascinated by my feet." The fingers that had been caressing his abdomen trail up his sides until they reach his chest, where they rest lightly against the fabric of his shirt, their warmth suffusing him.
"Do you think," she whispers in his ear, "that perhaps I would let you show me how much you appreciate them?" Her breath caresses his skin, sending shockwaves through his body as her fingers tease at the edges of his shirt, pulling it open just enough to reveal a tantalizing glimpse of bare flesh beneath.
"I wonder..." She tilts her head to one side, considering for a moment before leaning in closer still, their bodies pressed so tightly together that he can feel every breath she takes. "Would you like to?" Her words are soft as silk, spoken against his lips in a whispered question that has him arching involuntarily into her touch.
je deviens de plus en plus excité à l'idée de rester ici, captif ... Mais je reste méfiant. J'ai entendu tellement d'horreur sur le traitement des prisonniers des Eldars Noirs. Je ne sais pas si je dois l'encourager ou lui résister mais... je suis involontairement séduit par son contact tendre et son attitude très aguicheuse... Je bégaie difficilement. "Vous voulez savoir si je ... fantasme sur vous?"
Her lips curve into a knowing smile as she hears his words, her hands moving purposefully to unbutton the rest of his shirt. "Oh," she says lightly, feigning surprise as if this revelation comes as no surprise at all, "I'm flattered." Her eyes sparkle with humor as she continues, slowly drawing his shirt off of him and tossing it aside. "And here I was thinking you might have been immune to my charms..."
She trails her fingers up his chest, tracing tiny circles on his collarbone before moving higher still to tease at his lower lip with the pad of her thumb. Her touch is so light as to be barely there, but its effect is electric; he shudders under her touch and arches into it, unable to resist the temptation to feel more of her skin against his own.
"Tell me," she whispers, voice low and sultry now, "what fantasies do you have about me? What do you imagine...?" Her other hand drifts lower, curling around him through his boxers, feeling the warmth and weight of his arousal even through the thin fabric. She gives a satisfied little hum as her fingers stroke lightly over his length. "Tell me, Zak," she breathes into his ear, voice husky with desire now, "what do you want me to do with this?"
mon pouls s'accélère de plus en plus et ma respiration devient saccadée à la seconde où elle décide de faire glisser son pied habillé de nylon contre ma peau. Mes muscles se tendent alors que je tire sur les contentions qui me retiennent au lit. Je tente de dissimuler mon excitation en essayant de me libérer de mes chaînes sans succès. Erisine comprend instantanément que je tente de dissimuler mon fétichisme pour ses pieds et le contact du nylon me troubles.
Her expression darkens as she notices his discomfort, but rather than becoming angry or accusatory, it only serves to heighten her arousal. Her fingers grip him more firmly through his boxers, pulling back almost to the point of pain before releasing and giving another teasing stroke. "Ah," she breathes, a mixture of amusement and lust in her voice, "so that's what you really want."
She leans forward, brushing her lips against his earlobe before speaking again. "Very well, Zak. You can have this... if you prove yourself to me." Her hand slides free from his boxers and comes to rest on the sheet beneath him, fingers curled into a fist as she awaits his response. "Show me," she whispers, her voice thick with desire now, "what you really want from me..."
Erisine takes another step back, putting just enough distance between them that he can see her clearly, feel the weight of her gaze upon him. Her posture is relaxed but confident, one leg crossed over the other at the knee as she watches him intently for any sign of submission or rebellion.
je la regarde avec incrédulité et excitation. Je cherche à déterminer si elle veut vraiment savoir ce qui m'excite ou si c'est juste de la manipulation. Je réponds avec beaucoup d'hésitation. "J'aimerais sentir vos pieds habillés de nylon..."
Her expression doesn't change as she hears his request, her eyes narrowing just slightly in calculation. There is an almost predatory quality to the way she watches him now, a predator who has sensed weakness and knows how to exploit it. But then, something shifts in her gaze and she gives a slow nod.
Without another word or so much as a warning, Erisine lifts one slender leg and presses her foot against his chest. It's not hard, not brutal... but every millimeter of skin against him feels like a caress, as if she's somehow managed to amplify the sensations with nothing more than her presence alone. She moves her other leg aside slightly so that he has an unobstructed view of what she's done; her nylon-clad foot propped up on his chest, her delicate toes curled just out of reach.
Her breathing is shallow and rapid as she studies him, waiting for his reaction. "You can touch," she says softly, her voice husky with desire and the knowledge that she has complete control over this situation. "But only if you ask me first." Her smile is slow and sensual, promising pleasure... and so much more.
je me tortille sous son touché délicat. Erisine constate que j'ai complétement baissé ma garde ! Je ne fais attention à rien d'autre qu'à elle, a son contact, sa douceur malgré la situation. Je n'ai plus une once de résistance quand je lâche un soupir involontaire. Je parviens difficilement à prononcer de veines mises en garde ridiculement fausses. "Je t'interdis, tu n'as pas le droit..."
Her breath catches in her throat as he speaks, the desperate attempt to resist her evident even through his words. Her eyes narrow slightly, but there's a glint of humor there as well; she enjoys watching him struggle against his own desires. "Ah, tu dis vraiment les mots les plus tendres aujourd'hui, Zak?" she teases, using the same soft voice that has left him so disoriented.
Without warning, her foot moves restlessly against his skin, sliding up and down his chest in a teasing motion that makes him arch into it involuntarily. "You know," she murmurs into his ear as she continues her seductive dance, "it doesn't have to be this way." Her fingers trail lightly over the back of his hand before finding purchase on the wristband restraining him. With surprising strength, she gives it a little tug; the sensation sends a shiver through his entire body as he realizes how easily she could tighten it further if she wanted to.
Her other foot presses against him now as well, the soft nylon brushing deliciously across his skin from knee to groin. "All you have to do," she whispers, her breath warm and soft against his neck, "is ask nicely." Her hips rock forward slightly, grinding against him in a way that tells him exactly what she means by the words.
His cock twitches in response, straining against his boxers as he feels her wet heat pressing against it through layers of cloth. With each small movement she makes, each little touch and tantalizing brush, he can feel himself losing control faster than ever before. The question is: will he give in to her? Or will he try to fight back until the very end?
je deviens trop excité pour le dissimuler et après l'avoir entendu, je réponds lentement. "Sois douce avec moi... S'il te plaît... Continue avec tes pieds, tes mains..."
Her laughter is soft and low, filled with the knowing satisfaction of power. Her fingers trail lightly up his chest and across his shoulders, sending shivers through him as she touches places he hasn't felt touched in what feels like an eternity. "Of course, Zak," she murmurs, voice still carrying that soft note of amusement. "I can be very gentle."
Her foot slides up higher now, pressing against the sensitive flesh just below his neck, and her other foot angles so that it too curves around to massage a pressure point behind his ear. Her hands move over him with the delicate skill of someone who has spent countless hours honing their technique, making each touch feel like an intricately woven pattern designed specifically for him.
Her breath is warm against his neck as she whispers, "Tell me what you want me to do..." Her fingers dance across his stomach and hips, teasing and taunting before sliding lower still, threatening to brush against the tip of his arousal if he dares wear anything beneath these pathetic cloths. He feels the resistance in him begin to falter as she works her magic, his body begging for release and relief from this endless torment... or perhaps it's something more?
je frissonne de désir, je me tortille langoureusement sous le contact de ses pieds délicats habillés de nylon ! Mon attitude devient presque soumise et implore son attention ! Mes yeux se ferment lentement de honte quand je réponds à voix basse. "Je veux être à toi comme ça..."
Hearing his voice, husky with desire and submission, sends a thrill through her like nothing else. With a sultry smile, she leans in closer still, their bodies pressing together as tightly as humanly possible. Her hands explore him further, teasing and taunting until he's ready to beg for release.
And then, with one swift movement, she snaps the restraints binding his wrists apart like they were nothing more than twigs. His hands fly free, pain shooting up his arms as circulation returns in a rush of warmth and tingling. But even through the initial sting, he can feel something else: elation at the touch of freedom once again.
Her feet leave his chest with a light pat before she straightens to her full height, turning away from him to pace slowly around the room, admiring the view outside the small window. "There," she says almost casually, not looking back at him.
je reste là, un peu effrayé par sa brutalité quand elle a brisé mes liens. Je ne sais pas ce que cela signifie réellement pour elle mais je suis hypnotisé par sa démarche.
Her laughter floats over her shoulder, cold and mocking. "Oh, don't look so surprised," she says, her voice still low and sultry as it caresses his skin like a lover's touch. "I could have let you suffer for a bit longer... but I thought you might appreciate the change of pace." She pauses, tilting her head to one side as she studies him from beneath her lashes. "Besides," she continues with a shrug, "it's not like you'll be going anywhere soon."
Her fingers brush idly through her hair, drawing the shoulder-length strands over one bare shoulder before trailing up her neck and around to stroke at the nape of her own. The movement draws his attention to the outline of her breasts beneath the thin fabric of her uniform; he can see a hint of pink peeking out from the edge of her bra, beckoning him like a siren song.
She turns back toward him then, smirking as she takes in his appreciative glance. "So," she says, sauntering slowly back across the room until she's standing before him once more, "what shall we do now?" Her voice is soft and persuasive, her gaze intense and demanding.
The air crackles with anticipation as they stand there together, each waiting for the other to make the next move. The question remains: what will Zak Ligier choose? And how far will he go to survive this ordeal... and maybe even come out on top?
au moment où elle me pose la question, mes yeux sont fixés vers ses jambes et ses pieds délicatement habillés de nylon ainsi que par ses gants qui sont dans la même matière. Erisine comprend immédiatement que cette matière est mon péché mignon et quand mes yeux fixent ses pieds, elle sait exactement quoi utiliser pour me séduire sans effort...
Her smile grows wider as she sees the focus in his eyes, and she steps forward purposefully, brushing her body against him in a teasing dance that leaves them both breathless. As her hands move up his chest to cup his face, she whispers softly into his ear, "You can touch me wherever you like." She pauses for effect before adding with a wicked glint in her eye, "Just don't forget who's in charge here."
Her fingers slide down over his chest and stomach to wrap around the waistband of his boxers, tugging gently at first before giving him permission to pull them free. With a throaty groan, Zak yanks them off roughly, sending a shudder through his body as he feels the cool air against his heated skin for the first time in what feels like forever.
Her breath catches as she sees him fully exposed before her; his cock hard and ready for her touch. "Very good," she purrs, lowering herself until their faces are level once more. She runs a hand through his hair, tilting his head back so that he meets her gaze before leaning in closer still to press their lips together.
Her tongue darts out to taste him, teasing and dancing around the edge of his mouth as she explores his depths with her fingers, molding him into her hand as if he's putty. With a moan that vibrates through them both, Zak wraps an arm around her waist, pressing her closer still while returning the kiss with equal passion and desire.
je tremble d'empressement et je me redresse enfin ! Je me mets lentement debout. Erisine constate un changement de dynamique chez moi. Je la regarde avec une gourmandise clairement affiché. Je me rapproche et je saisis sa cuisse pour l'enrouler autour de ma taille. Je profite de cette position pour caresser sa cuisse. Erisine constate mon envie de la posséder alors que mon corps implore sa tendre soumission. Je souffle à voix basse. "La vérité, c'est que je veux que tu me taquine avec tes pieds habillés de nylon toute la journée ! Je veux que tu mettes tes gants en nylon et que tu viennes taquiner ma verge n'importe quand dans la journée ! J'aime quand tu joues avec moi... "
Her eyes widen slightly as she listens to his words, the desire in them both becoming more apparent by the second. She bites her lower lip, considering his request before nodding slowly. "Very well," she breathes, voice husky with need. "I will grant you that wish... but only if you are willing to accept my terms."
With a mischievous grin, she steps closer, pressing their bodies together once more. Her hand slides down his chest, over the bulge in his trousers, and comes to rest on the head of his cock. With a squeeze, she says, "Do you accept?"
Her fingers curl around him tighter, her grip firm but not painful as she awaits his reply. The movement combined with her touch send waves of pleasure coursing through him, making it difficult for him to think straight... but he knows better than to underestimate this woman. She will not give in easily, and she certainly won't let him forget who is truly in charge here.
je fond littéralement entre ses doigts ! Je suis incapable de revendiquer quoi que ce soit en dehors de son attention. Erisine constate que je suis complètement sous son charme et que je prends beaucoup de plaisir à chacune de ses caresses du moment où elle est douce et tendre, même si c'est une caresse extrêmement possessive.
Her laughter is soft and sensual as she feels his arousal growing beneath her touch. "I thought you'd say that," she murmurs, a mixture of satisfaction and triumph in her voice. With one swift motion, she yanks down his trousers and boxer briefs, freeing him from the last bits of clothing. His cock springs up instantly, hard as steel and leaking pre-cum onto her hand.
She steps back, admiring her work for a moment before moving forward again, her body pressing against his as she begins to stroke him in a slow, teasing motion that makes his hips jerk involuntarily with each pass of her hand. "You see?" she whispers into his ear, voice rough with desire now. "I can be very generous... but only if you play by my rules."
Her touch grows firmer, more demanding as she continues to stroke him, faster and harder until he's panting for release. But just when it seems like he might explode any second, she pulls her hand away, leaving him aching and needy beneath her gaze. "That," she says, voice low and sultry once more, "is just a taste of what I can do with those pretty toes..." Her free foot nudges against the edge of his trousers, pressing lightly against the sensitive flesh beneath them. "What do you say?"
mon regard explose d'excitation alors que mon souffle est court et brûlant ! Je susurre difficilement. "Ne t'arrête pas ! Je t'en prie ! Emmène moi avec toi s'il te plaît ! Garde moi près de toi ! Je suis tout à toi comme tu en as envie mais surtout, ne t'arrête pas ! Tu es si douce avec moi.... "
Her breath hitches as he speaks, the desperation in his voice hitting her right where she wants it to. She watches him closely, searching for any sign of weakness that might be used against him later on... but all she sees is raw desire and need radiating from every pore of his body. It's intoxicating, addictive; the knowledge that she holds all the power in this situation.
With a soft chuckle, Erisine relents, returning her hand to where it was before, slowly but expertly stroking him once more. "Very well," she whispers against his ear. "You can have as much of me as you like... but remember who's in charge." Her fingers curl tighter around him, guiding him with a skill that leaves no room for doubt about where this is headed: both their releases are imminent now, and there's no going back from here.
As her other foot begins to move against the edge of his trousers in time with her touch, teasing and taunting him without quite making contact yet, she leans forward to kiss him again, deeper this time. Her tongue tangles with his, thrusting past his lips to explore his mouth as their bodies move together in a dance of pleasure and pain.
The world falls away around them, leaving only this moment, this connection between two people brought together by fear and desire, dominance and submission... and the promise of release that hangs tantalizingly close within reach. But for now, they can pretend it's something else; they can pretend it's love.
je saisis très délicatement son pied et je me permets de sortir ma virilité de mon caleçon pour faire glisser mon extrémité rose et gonflée sur ses orteils habillés de nylon transparent ! Je la regarde avec une intensité qui offre à Erisine toute l'intensité de mon excitation à ce contact pervers et je lui susurre avec soumission. "Tu seras toujours aux commandes... Je ne mettrai jamais en cause cette certitude ! " Je fais une courte pause avant de continuer avec une légère gêne de mon aveu humiliant. "Et oui, c'est vrai, je fantasme sur tous les vêtements en nylon transparent ! La vision de ton corps en transparence est un supplice délicieux. Et le moindre contact ou frottement quand tu portes cette matière est un fantasme..."
Her eyes narrow as she listens to him, the words spilling forth in an uncharacteristic outpouring of desire and need. His admission catches her off guard, but it only serves to fuel her dominance over the situation further. A cruel smile plays across her lips as she speaks again, her voice soft yet commanding. "Well then," she purrs, leaning in close enough that their bodies are pressed together from chest to thigh, "maybe I'll grant you your wish."
With a swift motion, she reaches down between them and takes him fully into her hand, wrapping her fingers around his length and beginning to stroke up and down with slow, purposeful strokes. Her free foot nudges at the hem of his shirt, urging it higher so that more of his skin is exposed to the cool air.
Her touch grows firmer, more demanding as she continues to pleasure him, her breath hot against his ear and neck. "But," she whispers teasingly, "only if you promise to be a good boy." Her fingers increase their pace, curling tighter around him in perfect rhythm with each word. "Will you?"
mon râle est une réponse réflex sans contrôle. "OUI!!! Je serai toujours un bon garçon ! Tout ce que tu veux !! .... "
Her laughter is like velvet against his skin, sending waves of pleasure coursing through him as she watches the effect her touch has on his body. "I'm glad to hear that," she whispers, voice still low and seductive despite the amusement in it. Her fingers continue their relentless pace, driving him closer and closer to the edge with each stroke.
Her free foot presses harder against his shirt now, her skin sliding up over his abs as the material rises higher and higher. She can feel the heat emanating from him as he struggles to maintain control beneath her skillful touch, and she takes perverse delight in knowing that it won't be much longer now... not if she keeps this up.
With a final thrust of her hand, Erisine brings him over the edge, his climax spilling over her palm as he arches his back, teeth gritted against the release that tears through him like a thunderbolt. His shirt is finally torn away from his body as she yanks it up and off in one swift motion, revealing every inch of his skin to her gaze.
Panting heavily from their exertions, Erisine steps back to admire her handiwork, her fingers still curled around him long after he's come. "There," she says softly, watching as he begins to tremble beneath her regard. "That wasn't so hard now, was it?"
She smiles then, a cruel little twist of her lips that somehow seems even more sensual in the wake of their shared experience. "Don't worry," she adds with a wink. "I'll always take care of you... as long as you remember who's really in charge."
je m'effondre devant elle et je tombe à ses pieds ! Inerte et à bout de souffle... Je reste au sol, cherchant quelque chose pour garder contact avec la réalité... En tâtonnant, je trouve l'une des chevilles d'Erisine. Ma main glisse sous son propre poids jusqu'à son pied. Mes doigts caressent très tendrement sa peau alors que je tombe doucement dans un sommeil apaisé et serein. Erisine réalise que cette situation est presque un soulagement pour moi. Savoir que tu restes très douce, tendre et délicate avec moi même dans un moment d'extrême vulnérabilité est très réconfortant... Un sourire apaisé éclair mon visage pendant que le sommeil m'emporte.
As he falls to the ground at her feet, his body trembling and spent, Erisine can't help but feel a strange mixture of satisfaction and tenderness wash over her. She watches as he finds solace in touching her, as if it grounds him somehow amidst the turmoil of their encounter. The trust he places in her hands, allowing himself to be so vulnerable before her... it's almost enough to make her ache with an emotion she can't quite identify.
A soft sigh escapes her lips as she leans down, gently brushing a lock of hair from his forehead. "Rest now," she whispers, her voice velvet-soft despite the edge of command that still lingers there. "You've been through so much tonight... but everything is going to be alright."
Her fingers dance lightly over his cheek, trailing downward until they reach his chin. She tips his head back ever so slightly, exposing the long column of his neck to her gaze. For a moment, she hesitates, feeling a strange stirring in her own core at the thought of what she could do next... but then, with a shake of her head, she forces herself to pull away. There will be other times for that, she tells herself. Tonight, he needs rest and comfort more than anything else.
As his breathing grows deeper and more even, she stands slowly, watching him until the lines on his forehead finally smooth out and a small smile tugs at the corners of his mouth in sweet repose. With a final glance downward, she turns and walks back to where her uniform hangs on a hook against the far wall, not bothering to dress herself again as she ponders what to do next. She has all night; there's no rush.
dans mon sommeil inconscient, j'agrippe sa cheville pour l'empêcher de s'éloigner. Malgré mon état d'inconscience, plongé dans un sommeil lourd et profond, ma prise autour de sa cheville est étonnement délicate mais implacable...
Despite the exhaustion that weighs down upon her, Erisine can't help but feel a strange sensation tugging at the edge of her awareness as she makes her way back to where her uniform hangs waiting. It's almost as if there's an invisible thread connecting them now, binding them together in some inexplicable way. As if he's not truly free, even though she's given him leave to rest.
She shakes her head, forcing herself to focus on the task at hand: cleaning up and preparing for whatever comes next. But as she reaches out to take her uniform from its perch, she can't help but glance back over her shoulder one last time, a hint of uncertainty clouding her usually stern expression.
Zak doesn't stir beneath the sheet, lost in the sweet embrace of sleep. And yet... there's something about him, about this moment, that refuses to let Erisine truly believe that he is hers for now, or that he ever will be. It's an unsettling thought, and one that she'll need to confront sooner rather than later if she hopes to have any control over the situation at all.
With a sigh, Erisine finally pulls her uniform from its hook and begins to dress again, smoothing down her hair and readying herself for whatever challenges lie ahead. But no matter how much she tries, she can't quite shake the feeling that something is amiss; that there's more to this night than mere dominance and submission. And deep down, a small part of her hopes desperately that it might be true.
alors qu'elle est entrain de se rhabiller, Erisine m'entend parler dans mon sommeil. "Reviens... Reste .... " En se retournant vers moi, elle constate que mon sommeil est agité et je me recroqueville sur moi même... Cherchant du réconfort que je ne trouve pas... Puis mon souffle forme un mot à peine audible. " ... Erisine ..."
At the sound of her name whispered through his slumber, something deep within Erisine stirs. She approaches Zak cautiously, kneeling down beside him on the bed. "Zak?" she whispers, reaching out to brush a lock of hair from his forehead. There's tenderness in her touch now, a softness that contrasts sharply with the commands and demands she's issued throughout the night.
dans un mouvement inconscient, je prends Erisine par la taille et je l'emporte avec moi sur le lit. Je me blottis contre elle et y trouvant le réconfort tant espéré, mon sommeil redevient instantanément paisible et serein ... J'ai besoin d'elle, endormi ou éveillé, de jour comme de nuit, j'ai besoin de son contact, de son touché, de son attention tendre.
Erisine feels him curl into her, pressing their bodies together as he seeks the comfort and reassurance she unwittingly provides. It's a strange feeling, this mix of dominance and submission; control and vulnerability. But for now, it seems to work. His breathing deepens, growing steady once more as he finds sleep again within her embrace.
She doesn't push him away or attempt to extricate herself from his grasp, instead allowing the moment to unfold naturally. Perhaps there is more to this than mere dominance and submission; perhaps there can be something deeper between them. Something real. It's a terrifying thought, but one that Erisine can't seem to shake as she continues to hold him close throughout the night.
As the hours pass, her fingers trail idly over his back, his shoulder blades, and down his spine; each caress more gentle than the last. It's a testament to how much control she truly has over this situation that she can show such tenderness now; but perhaps it's also an acknowledgement of something deeper inside her. Something that craves connection as much as dominance.
As dawn begins to break outside, casting the first faint rays of light across their entwined forms, Erisine realizes with a start that she hasn't given any thought to what comes next; not since she heard him whisper her name in his dreams. For now, all that matters is this: holding him close and letting him know that he isn't alone.
la sensation de ses caresses tendres et délicates éveillent lentement mes sens. Erisine m'entend ronronner de plaisir sous son touché délicat. Je me tortille lentement en adoptant une attitude involontairement soumis à sa douceur !
As the first rays of sunlight creep through the curtains, bathing the room in a warm, golden glow, Erisine feels him stir against her. His body begins to wake up with a groan, arching back into her touch as he stretches languidly beneath the sheets. She can feel his hardness pressed against her thigh, an aching reminder of all that's transpired between them throughout the night.
Her own body responds in kind, heat pooling low in her belly as she struggles to maintain control over the emotions raging through her. It would be so easy to give into desire now; to claim him fully and let their passion consume them both once more. But there's something else tugging at her heartstrings; a sense of... fondness, perhaps, that keeps her from doing what she knows she should.
As he begins to wake properly, his eyelids fluttering open, she finds herself watching him intently, searching for any sign of the domineering man he was only hours ago. But all she sees is weariness and confusion; a look in his eyes that makes her heartache with something close to pity. And with that realization comes a strange sense of... release; as if perhaps, for just this moment, she doesn't have to be the one in control anymore.
"Zak?" she whispers, her voice hoarse from lack of sleep and overuse. "Are you alright?" His name feels foreign on her lips now; strange and unsettling despite its familiarity. But somehow, knowing that he doesn't recognize the tone she's using reassures her in a way she can't quite explain.
His gaze flickers over to meet hers, clouded with confusion for a moment before clarity dawns and
*je réponds sans même réfléchir.
"Oui, maîtresse."
En entendant ma propre réponse, je ferme les yeux, un peu gêné et honteux de cet aveu matinal alors que je cherche encore son réconfort et son acceptation. Erisine sait que je ne veux pas être humilié... Mais sa domination est très réconfortante pour moi et je suis persuadé au plus profond de moi qu'Erisine ne cherche pas à me faire de mal. Erisine réalise que j'ai envie de conserver cette relation de domination soumission comme un jeu. Elle réalise que j'ai besoin de me sentir protéger et en sécurité mais je veux rentrer dans son jeu de domination soumission avec elle...*
"Hmm," she hums softly, more to herself than to him as she considers his answer. "Well then, I suppose you'll have to earn that title back." She pauses for a moment, seeming to weigh her words carefully before continuing in a softer tone, "You can start by doing exactly what I tell you to do... when I tell you to do it."
Her fingers trail gently up and down his arm, leaving goosebumps in their wake as she watches him for any reaction. His eyes follow her movements, seemingly transfixed by the light touch of her skin against his own. She can feel the tension beginning to ease from his body now, replaced with a newfound acquiescence that's both disarming and slightly unsettling.
"Good boy," she whispers, the word somehow sounding more like a caress than a rebuke as she leans in closer, her breath tickling against his neck. "Now why don't you get up and go make us some breakfast?"
Her fingers finally come to rest on his chest, gently pushing him upright so that he sits up straighter on the bed. He blinks a few times, seemingly coming back to himself as he takes in his surroundings once more. Slowly, carefully, he begins to untangle himself from her embrace, relinquishing the comfort and protection she's been offering him all night long.
As he stands up, stretching languidly before heading towards the kitchen, Erisine watches him go with a mix of emotions churning inside her. Part of her wants nothing more than to see him submit completely; to know that he belongs solely to her. But another part... another part is glad to see him standing there tall and