Yu laik ain

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TRY NOT TO RUN FROM THIS FREEDOM ALWAYS HAS A PRICE TO PAY tagged: Bellamy Blake

Bellamy probably didn’t notice when Niylah took his cuffs. Her father hadn’t raised her to be as honest as she was, so slipping them off his belt was easy when he didn’t expect it—and with everything going on he certainly did not expect it. They were half way to Polis and not quite out of danger, so there was a little guilt on Niylah’s conscience that she was even thinking about all the sexual endeavors they could have... But then one of her trading partners offered his home as a place to rest while he left for a hunt... and they had a moment to breathe... Truth be told she hadn’t even thought of the cuffs since she took them, but while they got ready to rest for the night Niylah was quickly enthralled by the view of Bellamy’s bare back in the light of the fire. What a silly thing to grab her attention so quickly.

As she packed their bag for the next day she couldn’t help watching him with a primal lust in her eyes. Her head was tilted to the side while she took in every inch of skin she could before a small and mischievous grin pulled at the corners of her lips. Quietly her hand moved to the bottom of the bag where the metal cuffs were hidden. She slipped them into the back of her belt and approached Bellamy slowly at first, as though she were stalking him. She hummed softly as she moved behind him to kiss and nip along his shoulder, but the moment was very short—as she didn’t want to give him a chance to react.

They were already close to the bed, so the moment he was turned around enough she pushed him against it with all she had—and though she was not a fighter, she was still Trikru. If she wanted to she could be very strong. Especially when he wasn’t prepared for it. She straddled him with her knees on either side of his hips and kissed him hungrily with a soft and feral growl when she caught his lips in hers. In the same movement, she moved her hands to his wrists and moved them up to pin them above his head while she kissed him... The sturdy headboard was decorative, with plenty of thick bars to cuff him to. “Yu laik ain,” she purred—claiming his lips once again hungrily as she clasped the cuff around his wrist. Her lips wandered along his shoulder as she worked to keep him pinned as she looped the metal cuffs around the headboard so she could cuff is right wrist as well. “I knew I’d find a use for these...”

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[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: amber4

I won't let

ANYTHING BAD HAPPEN TO YOU

This was the first time they could finally breathe ever since their escape from Arkadia. Bellamy knew that with the laws he had broken he couldn't return without getting arrested, which was perfectly fine as he had no intention of letting Niylah go to Polis by herself. She was his family, as was the baby she carried, and he had a responsibility to his family. The news of the baby hadn't even fully processed in Bellamy's mind. Her safety had numbed all else, flooded him with concern and needing to focus only on one thing at a time.

Right now, they could just rest. They had found shelter in a place that belonged to someone Niylah knew, and someone who would be away for at least the night. Which was all they needed. Once inside, and somewhat settled, Bellamy began to get more comfortable, removing his shirt, hardly shy in front of the woman. And it seemed to be a mutual feeling. Because soon enough, he felt er lips on his shoulder and her teeth tease the skin.

He smiled, instantly distracted by her actions as he turned around. But what he would soon discover, was just how far that highly welcome distraction went. In one swift motion he was pushed onto the bed, the strength of the woman before him enough to send him back . . . all too willingly. Furthermore she practically pinned him against her, sitting astride him, and kissing him with an enjoyable intensity that he instantly returned. He coaxed her mouth open, slipping his tongue between her lips to explore her, to return the same fervent desire she had.

Damn she tasted good and he would be lying if he said he hadn't thought of being with her several nights during their absence. Fortunately, it didn't have to be left as a distant memory or hopeful dream. Not anymore. He would have moved his hands to start undressing her, when he felt her move them instead, complying with her silent lead. Her words that he actually understood sent a surge of pleasure, coursing through his body of anticipation and stronger need.

To hear her speak like that, say that she wanted him in such an alluring and senual way . . . well, her words had as mcuh of an affect on him as her actions did. Revealing it in his actions rather than words, he bit down on her bottom lip, teasing it between his teeth without breaking the skin, before gliding his tongue across it to soothe the area. It was in that moment that he felt cold metal and heard a click.

He pulled out of the kiss, his head turning as far up as he could in this angle to see that she had cuffed him. An amused smirk and slight chuckle fell from his lips. Sneaky. She had not only managed to take them from him unnoticed, but used them in this way that . . . well, that was highly arousing if he had to admit. It made his heart beat with anticipation over what would come of this. His gaze returned to her as she said that she finally found a use for them.

He closed his eyes for a moment, basking in the way her lips traveled along his bare shoulder. Opening them once more, his eyes were glazed over with desire. "Better than what I used them for." Though it was a tease, there was an underlying tone of guilt and regret. But he wasn't going to let it ruin the mood. Instead, he reached for what part of her he could, burying his head against her neck and kissing her, teasing the thin layer of skin there. Just because he was handcuffed, didn't mean he had to remain idle. She was too damn irresistible for him to just lie here.

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She hushed him and bit his lower lip as he teased, knowing that it was more than a flirtation. She knew how he felt about it... But that was over now. A fact that was made clear by the sight of him cuffed to the headboard. She hummed with pleasure as he kissed her shoulder before pushing herself up straight. Slowly she slipped her shirt up and over her head while her hips moved slowly against him. Everything was slow—teasing him as she straddled his hips to keep him pinned down. “We’ll get to use these for many things I’m sure,” she murmured as she trailed her fingers down between her breasts and towards her belt. She watched him; eyes on his expression—desperate to see him lust for her. Those dark eyes were fiery and she loved watching the ignite.

“It’s just nice that we can take our time,” she purred as she took off her belt and set it aside before leaning in again to kiss him again as she shifted her pants down her legs, chest pressed against his. “I have to say I do like you from this angle,” she grinned down at him and trailed her hands down his chest and along his hips where she was quick to tug his pants down as well, only she shifted with them; kissing along his hip and nipping the skin seductively as she looked up at him. “You’re always so distracting.”

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[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: amber4

I won't let

ANYTHING BAD HAPPEN TO YOU

Bellamy watched her in awe, glazed over by lustful desire . . . knowing that this surpassed mere lust. That it went beyond any physical attraction he felt toward her. He could only watch as she removed her shirt, feeling practically mesmerized by her. As if she was unknowingly pulled him into a trance that left him staring. Though, the fact that he couldn't do anything was also due to his hands being bound.

But so far, he wasn't complaining. She was allowing him to see her sensual body. Damn how he wanted to touch it. His gaze lingered over her now bare torso, her hips still intensifying the ache he felt for her when she moved against him . . . slowly, painfully. Teasingly. But he loved it. He loved that tonight, they could be together. That they could take their time being together. It wasn't a nightmare that had prompted this. It was just basic desire.

"I like your creative mind," he said teasingly in response to her words when it came to the use of handcuffs. He especially liked it now. But he was once again left wordless as his eyes intently followed the movements of her hands, skimming down her breasts, his tongue running over his lips with need. He instinctively pulled at the handcuffs, as if trying to touch her as well but obviously to no avail.

It just made the metal bracelets shake in the futile attempt to feel her. She was removing her belt, speaking what had just been on his mind before leaning down to kiss him. He raised his head, deepening the kiss and keeping his mouth locked against hers for as long as possible as she currently had the upper hand when it came to setting the pace and position. He took a deep breath with her chest pressing against him, her hands moving to his pants to pull them down . . . the inhalation became a bit sharp with the pleasurable sensation of her nipping his skin.

He closed his eyes for a moment, his head sinking back against the pillow as he once again uselessly tugged at the cuffs. He wasn't even sure why; it seemed to be a reflex. Looking at her once more, he felt the burning urge to just break free of the restraints . . . which was an impossibility. He swallowed, trying to compose himself enough to speak.

"I'm the distracting one?" He said teasingly, finding that so hard to believe when she was the embodiment of beauty. He raised his head to look at her, his chest heaving with desire, silently begging her to take hold of him. She was too out of reach. Literally, out of reach. "You're the one who's making me crazy." In a good way of course. Mindless with need. "You should take these cuffs of. And then see how distracting I can really be." And what he would do to her to help sate this need.

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“If I took off the cuffs, you wouldn’t be at my mercy... I could of course overpower you, but I like you like this.” She continued to trail kisses along his hip bone, nipping at the sensitive skin as her hand trailed gently up the inside of his thigh. “Maybe later you can get your revenge but for now... you’re my prisoner.” She let out a soft chuckle. The sound of him straining against the cuffs made her shiver with delight—since she wanted to drive him absolutely crazy with lust. Maybe he’d get an idea of what he did to her damn near every moment... the way those dark eyes consumed her were enough to make her weak—and it had made this journey far too long. Strange to be so aroused when you were running from danger. Perhaps the inability to act on her desires was what made this such an appealing idea.

Slowly—almost unbearably so, she ran her hand along the length of his manhood. She was a tease; desperate to hear the clash of the cuffs against each other as he struggled the more he got riled up. She wanted him throbbing for her just as she ached for him. With her eyes on his as they raised from his hip, she couldn’t help the mischievous smirk that crossed her features. “I could get used to the view,” she purred seductively before lifting her head just enough to flick the head of his member with her tongue. Those deep eyes trailed over his, wanting to see his face twist and contort with desperation and pleasure...

She wrapped her lips around him; taking him into her mouth inch by inch with her eyes never leaving his beautiful face. Was she sadistic for enjoying this so much? He could thrust his hips, but she had them pressed down into the furs with her hands—so there wasn’t much he really could do. Her heart was pounding with excitement—part of her even wanted to hear him beg.

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[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: amber4

I won't let

ANYTHING BAD HAPPEN TO YOU

At her mercy. His heart beat with anticipation and what that entailed. It was difficult to separate what he most preferred. To be able to touch her, or to explore this role of him being hindered to do anything proactive. Since it seemed clear she wasn't releasing him any time soon, Bellamy was going to enjoy whatever she had to offer. He smirked at her teasing, though she was pretty damn strong.

He wasn't about to doubt her when she managed to take his cuffs, get him on the bed and use them to keep him here. Not that he could imagine wanting to be anywhere else in this moment. He was robbed of the ability to speak as her soft lips made their way down his hips. He closed his eyes, breathing heavier as he basked in sensation, causing his thickening arousal and aching need for her to intensify. Especially when she nipped the flesh, and her hand moving along the inside of his thigh.

Feeling her, watching her . . . it was all such a turn on that he was growing mindless with need. "Oh you can count on that," he playfully toyed at the notion of him getting revenge later. But once again, his ability to speak was hindered as her hand ran along his member. An agonizingly slow gesture that caused Bellamy to deeply inhale, his chest already heaving from needing more than that.

He pulled at the restraints again, logically knowing that he couldn't get out of them but it was a reflex. To touch her. To encourage her. To control the situation. He had relinquished all control though. Leaving it up to her was strongly titillating. He swallowed, watching her through heavy lidded eyes . . . glazed over with desire. A silent beg for her to give him more. "Likewise," he teased. Watching her sensual self move over him, claim him, having him where he needed her was certainly a sight he could grow used to.

But her actions were making it increasingly impossible to remain coherent. The moment he felt her tongue flick his aching region, he let out a breathy groan. One that only became stronger when she took him into her mouth. That, was when he lost any sort of control -- at least internal control anyway. He sharply inhaled, a strained sound that eventually faded into a pleasured groan. He instinctively yanked at the chains, harder this time, his hands desperate to go to the back of her head to encourage her skillful mouth.

And damn, was she good. He couldn't even thrust into her with the weight she put on his hips. "Damn it Niylah," he breathed out, both in annoyance but mostly in pleasure. Another involuntary sound escaped from deep within his throat, his head sinking against the pillow while his back slightly arched. His foot began to move up a little, as far as it could go given both of their positions. He slightly raised his head, having to practically force it up to watch her work him, the sight adding to the arousing effect of her actions.

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TRY NOT TO RUN FROM THIS FREEDOM ALWAYS HAS A PRICE TO PAY tagged: Bellamy Blake

His threat made Niylah's heart leap with excitement. In his current state, he was helpless and completely at her mercy, making the desperate threat all the more arousing. His moans as her tongue skillfully worked him would have been enough, but as he groaned his curse she couldn't help the teasing smile that spread across her lips. Yes; she was a sadist it was true. Having him so hot and desperate for her was more than simply an ego boost. It aroused her in ways she'd never experienced before. "I look forward to it," she said with a small chuckle as she pulled away only for a moment. Her tongue traced her lips for a moment before moving back to his rigid member where she ran her tongue back along the underside of his length before trapping him in her mouth again. 

With her tongue pressed against him she ducked down; taking more of him with every movement she made as her nails dug subconsciously into his hips. They left dark indents as the tip of his length slid down her throat. Instinctively, it tightened around him even as she grew used to the feeling of him. She let out a soft groan as her eyes flicked up to his. They were dark and seductive as she drank in the desperation in his eyes. She loved the way his body stiffened at her touch. When she felt the resistance of his hips lessen, one hand moved to trail over his chest. Her nails scraped the skin lightly as her head bobbed-- faster now, working harder to hear his moans of pleasure. There were no words to describe how having him like this felt. Though she was teasing him, all she wanted was more.

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[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: amber4

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

She was going to drive him to madness. Her teasing words were nothing compared to her actions. The way she withdrew from him, the threat of causing him to descend unfulfilled . . . though it was not one that lasted long. For soon enough, her tongue grazed along his hardened member, causing him to heavily swallow. His head continued to skin back against the pillow, his hips pushing up despite where she held him, an instinctive action, silently begging for more. Indicating it through a non verbal means. Because well, forming coherent words right now felt like an impossibility.

Her skillful mouth was put to work as she took him between her lips, causing Bellamy to sharply inhale, sucking in a breath from the overwhelming pleasure that coursed through him. Once again, he pulled against the restraints, another futile attempt but he no longer had control of it. It was merely reflex, to want to -- need to -- touch her, just as she was touching him right now. Her groan caused a vibration against him, allowing for a whole new sensation that made Bellamy return the sound, with his own involuntary noise of pleasure. "Niylah," he breathed, her name inevitably falling from his lips in such height of pleasure and need.

Her hand moving along his chest, the gaze in her eyes. His tongue ran over his lips, before biting down on them in attempt to stifle further noises. But it was as futule as pulling on the cuffs -- a gesture that he instinctively continued. His hips pushed up again, needing to find that peak of bliss which was quite close. "Oh my god, Niylah," he breathed again, another groan in the height of everything she was making him feel. His member throbbed inside of her, the chains of his restraints rattling as his hands refused to accept defeat. He looked down at her, his chest heaving. He was close . . . so damn close. Another groan of pleasure emitted from deep within his throat, mixed with strained breaths, only a few moments away from exploding within her mouth.