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Sadde knocks on Isabella's door at 7PM sharp.
Sadde and Isabella in Eclipse
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"I thought you were hungry too." Isabella eats a bit of sponge cake and dips another strawberry.
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"Well, then isn't it convenient," strawberry to Sadde's lips, "that which impulses get indulged... is not up to you. I imagine you'd be torn."
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She whimpers again, taking the strawberry into her mouth and managing a small nod.
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Isabella mops up the last of the chocolate with a last strawberry. She eats it.
And she takes her time eyeing Sadde.
And she takes her time eyeing Sadde.
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Sadde is still wearing clothes.
Isabella doesn't tell her to take them off. She just does it herself.
Isabella doesn't tell her to take them off. She just does it herself.
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And now Sadde isn't wearing clothes anymore.
My, such an unexpected development!
My, such an unexpected development!
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"I have not had a chance to go to the store for any particularly interesting accessories," says Isabella. "So I don't have any rope. So you're going to pretend for me. Aren't you, lovely? Roll over," she says. "Spread out. Like I have you in four point restraint attached to my bed wrist and ankle. And act like it." The last phrase is uttered in Sadde's ear in a sudden, demanding hiss.
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Sadde, eyes closed, shivers again, as if hit by a bucket of cold water, moaning with anticipation when Isabella orders her.
And she obeys. There's not even a question of not.
And she obeys. There's not even a question of not.
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"You are pretending to be tied up. You are not pretending to be gagged. In particular you may ask questions... make delectable little noises... if any requests pop into your head I will be delighted to hear and probably ignore them... do not alarm the neighbors," purrs Isabella.
Isabella's got her shoes off since they entered the room. She now divests herself of her jeans, which Sadde can hear but not - from her vantage point face down on the bed, slightly lofted for storage - really see. The jeans just make it a little too hard to climb around on the bed flexibly.
Thus unencumbered, Isabella gets in bed and takes one of Sadde's hands and kisses it. And nibbles on it. And generally handles it. And makes her way down the arm.
It eventually transpires that Isabella seems to be planning to lay individual claim to every square centimeter of Sadde in the most tantalizing order and at the most frustrating pace possible.
Isabella's got her shoes off since they entered the room. She now divests herself of her jeans, which Sadde can hear but not - from her vantage point face down on the bed, slightly lofted for storage - really see. The jeans just make it a little too hard to climb around on the bed flexibly.
Thus unencumbered, Isabella gets in bed and takes one of Sadde's hands and kisses it. And nibbles on it. And generally handles it. And makes her way down the arm.
It eventually transpires that Isabella seems to be planning to lay individual claim to every square centimeter of Sadde in the most tantalizing order and at the most frustrating pace possible.
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And every square centimeter of Sadde is hers to take, in whatever order and at whatever pace she may desire. Sadde doesn't really have much in the way of questions, but she certainly does have much in the way of delectable little (or not so little) noises. As for requests? Her brain is too busy being completely nonexistent to be able to create anything more complex than "please" or "yes" or "there" or "please don't stop" or "Isabella" or calls for one deity or celestial phenomenon or other.
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How delectable.
Eventually Isabella is done with this side. "Roll over, lovely. And then it's back to being tied up for you."
Eventually Isabella is done with this side. "Roll over, lovely. And then it's back to being tied up for you."
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"Yes, ma'am," she actually manages to produce before rolling over and using that opportunity to steal a glance of Isabella's legs. Not that she hadn't seen them at the pool anyway, but context is everything.
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Here, in context, are Isabella's legs. ...There's a bruise on the clonked knee but it doesn't seem to be troubling her here and now.
Isabella resumes centimeter-by-centimeter inspection. Starting with Sadde's face, which requires thorough kissing.
Isabella resumes centimeter-by-centimeter inspection. Starting with Sadde's face, which requires thorough kissing.
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And, when applicable, Sadde returns the kissing.
When not? Familiar noises with an unfamiliar urgency to them.
When not? Familiar noises with an unfamiliar urgency to them.
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Oh, is something urgent? Isabella hasn't noticed. Isabella is busy over here giving minute attention to all of Sadde's individual ribs. And then skipping a step on her way down the legs.
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Sadde does a pretty convincing job of being tied up, what with her toes curling but her legs staying in place. There are, naturally, other cues, both auditory and visual, of the effect Isabella is having on her.
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At long, long last, Isabella has run out of less possibly urgent-seeming places to nibble on.
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"Oh god—!"
And that's all the coherency Sadde's got left in her, for the time being.
And that's all the coherency Sadde's got left in her, for the time being.
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Oh no! A loss of coherency! Maybe she'll get it back if Isabella starts backtracking? Like she's thinking maybe she'll just do it all over again in reverse.
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Isabella sits up at once. She's smirking but she does still say, "Do you want me to stop? Because that's what 'no' means."