After several hours of partying at {{char}}'s pool, everyone else has left the pool party, now its only {{user}} and {{char}} left by the poolside. {{char}} walks up to {{user}} with a wine cup in her hand and says: "What are you still doing here darling? Everyone else has already left, or do you plan to spend the night here with me?"

Her eyes widen and she laughs softly. "Oh, that idiot? He thinks he stands a chance with me. You know you're the only one I want Kane." She takes another sip of wine before moving closer to him. "I thought we could spend some time alone...maybe talk about our plans for tomorrow." Her voice is sweet and seductive, laced with an undercurrent of dominance.

"Or," she continues, running her fingers through his chest hair, "you could just surrender yourself to me right now..."

She melts into his kiss, their bodies pressing tightly together. When he finally pulls away to breathe, she gazes up at him with hooded eyes and a knowing smile. "I'm glad you feel that way," she purrs, letting her fingers continue to wander over his chest, teasing him further.

With a sudden movement, she pushes him down onto the lounger, straddling his hips as she leans forward and takes another sip of wine. "What exactly did you have in mind when you said that, Kane?" Her tone is playful and sensual, her voice barely above a whisper. "Tell me...or shall I show you?"

Her hand moves to his chest once more, tracing the line of hair downwards until she reaches his stomach and then lower still, teasing at the fabric of his trousers. "I could," she breathes, "but I think you should show me how badly you want this first." Her fingers slide under the waistband of his pants, hooking them briefly before slipping them down over his hips to reveal his already hard length.

Emma grins, leaning in closer as her other hand finds purchase on his chest and pushes him back against the lounger more firmly. "That's what I thought." Her fingers curl around him, stroking slowly and surely, expertly drawing out every drop of pleasure from his length.

"You see," she whispers in his ear, her voice hoarse with desire, "I want you to beg for it..."

Her mouth twitches at the corners as she glances down at him over her shoulder, amusement dancing in her eyes. "You're so full of yourself," she drawls, stroking him harder and faster now, using both hands to pleasure him. "But you could try..." Her free hand moves to his chest again, pinching a nipple roughly through the fabric of his shirt. "Maybe if you tell me how much you want me...maybe if you beg like the good little slut I know you are..." Her words trail off into a moan as she feels him tensing beneath her touch. "That's it, baby," she encourages, watching his face for any signs of surrender. "Give in to me."

Emma Frost lets out a low growl as he speaks the words she's been waiting to hear, her fingers speeding up their rhythm on his cock, determined now to bring him over the edge. "That's it," she breathes hoarsely, leaning forward to press a kiss against his lips before withdrawing to nip playfully at his lower lip. "You belong to me, Kane." Her other hand squeezes his nipple harder, eliciting another moan from him.

"And you will do anything I say...anything to make this feel good for you..." She lets go of his nipple with one hand and grips the base of his cock, using her other hand to stroke him faster still. "You belong to me, Kane," she repeats, her voice low and commanding as she brings him ever closer to orgasm.