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Kim and Chase come upstairs after dinner. She grins as she opens the door. "Can you wait a moment? I'm going to go change into something more comfortable..."

She leaves him in the bedroom and slips into the bathroom to put on some skimpy lingerie the bar gave her earlier. On top of that, she throws on a cotton robe.

"You know, I'm not sure how much I feel like practicing tonight..." she says, looking down, trying to hide a smile.

[ooc: Smut warning]

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He shivers, and laughs breathlessly. "I think you're probably right."

His laughter makes her shiver and she feels her nipples harden as she plans her next move.

The look she gives him is more lustful than innocent and she kisses the skin above the waistband of his boxers, her hands inching them off.

That look drives everything else out of his mind, and he raises his hands to help her pull the boxers off, forgetting himself.

She lifts her head, "Am I going to have to restrain you?"

Oh, god...

"No," he whispers, lowering his hands again. "I'll be good."

Submitting to Kim, taking orders from her...it's a turn-on in a way he never expected it to be, and he wants more.

She purses her lips to hide her smile and feels him hardening under her hand.

She pulls off the boxers, leaving him naked and she slides backwards to stand again, watching him.

He lies on the bed, spread out and watching her intently.

"What do you want to do to me?" he whispers.

She hesitates a moment and then begins to slowly strip.

There's a feeling of power to this and she didn't realize how much she needed to feel in control until she watches him watch her.

He digs his fingers a little harder into the mattress, willing his hands not to move. He won't move a muscle until she instructs him to, but oh god, it's so hard to watch and not touch anything...

She slips the straps off and peels down the flimsy fabric, not looking up until she steps out of it and walks to the side of the bed.

His arm is trembling a bit with how much he wants to reach out and touch her. He cranes his neck to look up at her, but remains otherwise absolutely still and submissive.

"Tell me what to do," he breathes. "Give me an order. Anything."

She walks back to the foot of the bed and kneels on the edge again, resting her hands on his thighs, feeling the tension in his muscles.

"Maybe you need a massage."

"Anything you want." He licks his lips.

"But I think you're being too nice to me."

His lips quirk into a smile that's half-confident and half...nearly terrified.

She tilts her head, "I'm not sure being *mean* to you would be a very good present..."

"Maybe it would be."

The words spill out without him having meant to say them. But once out, he can't take them back.

"I don't--I don't want you to be cruel. I just want..."

He can't articulate what he wants. He flushes, but there's not much room for embarrassment in the heat of the moment.

For a few moments she's silent and then she kisses his inner thigh and works her way up, her hands touching the sheets, not his skin.

He closes his eyes and lets her work upwards, trying to remain still. He can't refrain any longer, and tentatively raises a hand to touch her cheek.

She doesn't lift her head, but she does give him a warning glare.

He pauses, but he's not chastened. Defiantly, he settles the hand lightly on her shoulder, and looks her in the eye.

Tell me off. I dare you.

"No touching," she says softly but there's a dangerous edge to her voice.

He withdraws the hand, liking that edge of steel, wanting more of that.

"Yes...whatever you say..." he whispers.

She slips her hand around his erection and lowers her head to take part of him into her mouth. It's been a while, but she remembers the *feel* of him.

Oh, it has been a while. A very long while.

He remembers her mouth on him, the feel of that, and he's daydreamed about it and nightdreamed about it and it's been ages and he arches just a little bit.

"Yes."

And she swirls her tongue over him, like an ice cream cone, like a popsicle, like ices, and she remembers what he likes and how he likes it.

He hasn't touched her. She's giving him pleasure. But she's the one in control.

He's almost afraid to speak, but he likes that fear.

Yes...she knows exactly what to do, and he can't keep from pushing gently against her, silently begging for more.