gorysortofstory | an atypical celebration

Lilah hadn't been home for long, so far. She had never been the type of woman to take Valentine's Day off and try to rush home and have dinner plans or something else equally mushy and nauseating. She never saw the point. Besides, you'd be surprised at how many bitter lovers contacted an evil law firm for this holiday. It was one of their busiest days of the year.

Still, she was home now, and changed out of her suit, pulling on a silken robe. She didn't expect to see Wesley tonight. They didn't typically spend days like today together. It wasn't how they did things.

Of course, she did get word before she left the office that he had killed one of her clients. She supposed that was almost romantic, in it's own way.

She had been in her bathroom, about to fill up a bath for herself when she heard the knock on her door. Surprising, but she had an idea who it was. Not too many people came to her apartment. Not too many people knew where her apartment was.

She made her way to the door, smirking as she saw Wesley there. Holding a bottle of wine and a box of chocolates.

"And here I thought I wouldn't get anything today."

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"You have done a lot to earn it today," She quipped back, watching as his eyes looked over her. Her hands fell down to his pants, beginning to undo them as she pushed herself away from the sink and sunk down on her knees in front of him. The floor of the kitchen was cold and hard, but it didn't bother her too much for now. They could always relocate later if needed.

Pleased that Lilah was going to play along with his demands, Wes began to unbutton his shirt. It seemed only fair that he level the playing field a bit more since she was nude. That, and he rather liked it when she ran her hands over him, letting her nails drag and catch across bare skin.

What Lilah will see, is the fact that there are bruises forming on his flesh. Minor cuts and abrasions. One particularly nasty scrape across a shoulder. If she'd ever doubted that he'd helped take care of the Fural problem personally, she now has her confirmation.

She sat back for a moment as he finished undressing himself, her eyes raking over the cuts and bruises on his skin. She brought a hand up to brush against one of the ones on his stomach.

"You really took a beating for me today, didn't you?"

She formed her words like that on purpose, reminding him that even though she was submitting to his wishes right now, she had still maneuvered things into her favor. Any power he had over her was power she gave to him.

Her hand slid down to brush itself against his erection. Her tongue darted out, licking her lips as she prolonged her actions a little, teasing him before finally leaning in to take him into her mouth.

His muscles tensed slightly at her touch.

"I didn't do it for you, Lilah." He felt compelled to point out. Although, if she'd asked him to? It was possible he would have. But that was also a part of their ongoing game with each other. Denying any kind of emotional attachment. After all, to admit to it would be both foolish and dangerous.

He repressed the shudder of pleasure which ran through his body when her hand caressed his cock. Tried not to show how it affected him. His breath caught in his throat, however, when she finally leaned forward and took him between her parted lips. God, yes. He reached back to steady himself against the kitchen counter.

Normally, she'd quip back with something clever and biting, but as it was, her mouth was rather full at the moment. Some women didn't like doing this, found it degrading, but not Lilah. She liked having this much control, knowing that she was dictating exactly what he felt right now. It was empowering.

She let one of her hands rest on his thigh, her nails digging into his skin a little as her mouth moved around his cock. She let it slip almost completely out before thrusting it back in, her eyes looking up and watching him and his reactions all the while.

Wes often held back on his own reactions, doggedly stifling the gasps and moans which sometimes threatened to spill from his lips. But Lilah had been with him long enough now to still be able read him, regardless of how hard he tried to hide just how much power she had over him.

Still, he kept up the game, his gaze dark and smoldering as he looked down at her. She was in a submissive position, but they both knew the truth. A teasing swirl or flick of her tongue was all that was needed to make him utterly weak at the knees. The sensation of her nails scratching down his thigh made him tense even more. His grip on the counter tightened in proportion to how much more ragged his breaths were now becoming.

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It was more fun, in some ways, when he pretended like she wasn't effecting him. Because it made it that much more satisfying when she got a full on reaction out of him. Besides, by now, she knew all of his different little tells. The way he stood more rigidly, the way her his breath became more ragged.

She continued to graze her tongue over his length, hollowing her mouth as she continued to move her mouth up and down him. He usually stopped her after a while, wanting to fuck her, but today she was in the mood to watch him completely come undone.

As in all things, Lilah was very accomplished in whatever task she set herself. Knew just the right actions to take to push him that much closer to the edge. It wasn't long before he was gasping slightly, making sounds which bordered on a moan. His hips shifted subtly, but he battled the urge to thrust into her mouth. She was the one who was dictating how deep he went and he wasn't going to force that. It was amazing to watch, to see her going down on him, and feel that heady combination of friction and suction which never failed to get his heart pounding and eyes rolling into the back of his head. Lilah had a very talented tongue, and she bloody well knew it.

This was the best part, watching him struggle with his self control. To watch as he battled not to take control of the situation. Because even though she was in the so called submissive position you would have to be dumb to think Lilah wasn't in control here. She dictated how much he felt, what he felt, and they both knew it. It was the same reason he was fond of going down on her. They both liked the power these positions held.

The knees were beginning to ache from kneeling down on the hard tiled floor of her kitchen, but she tried to ignore it as she continued her ministrations, watching as he slowly lost more and more control.

Soon it got to a point where he couldn't hide it any longer, how close to the brink he was. His panting breaths grew harsher and more vocalised until he was moaning in earnest. He let go of the counter with one hand and caressed the top of her head, his fingers finally gripping her hair and guiding her movements. But still not forcing. Never that. There was only so long that he could maintain this level of arousal before tipping over. So he tried to let her know it was time to switch it up again. She could get off of her knees and have a rest while he returned the favour.

"All right, that's enough." He murmured between breathless gasps.

A devilish smirk spread across her lips as she pulled away for a moment, as if she actually planned on stopping. Which she didn't.

"But I'm not done yet," She quipped, looking up at him. She could see he was close now, just barely holding onto his last strands of control. It wouldn't take much more to push him over the edge.

And with that in mind she leaned in, taking him into her mouth again.

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