<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/DNiFcci.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name: Nicholas 'Nick' Carlton (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=266077.msg13140334#msg13140334)</strong><br/><br/><strong>CLIENT</strong><br/><br/><strong>Situation:</strong>What the heart desires...<br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Psyche Makropoulos<br/><br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong><em>None....yet....</em><br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>=========> From The Great Room (http://[url=https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=266080.msg13163428#msg13163428)<br/><br/>The sight of the orc drew Nick's attention only briefly when they entered, and he wondered at the man who would try to tame, however briefly, one such as she, but then his gaze was distracted once more by the sights and scents in the room and the spectacle of the specialized pieces of furniture that adorned it. He swallowed as he turned his attention back to the beautiful woman who was to control, dominate, him at his request, and wondered what she had planned for him. Much of what he saw, both toys and furniture, he recognized, he had been on the dominating side once or twice before but the thought of their being used on him had his heart racing and his eyes becoming bright with excitement.<br/><br/>He felt her hand still in his as he took everything in, and then she was leaning into him, raising herself on her toes to whisper that with his acceptance of her she knew his needs, his desires, and his breath caught in his throat at those words before feeling a shiver of anticipation run down his spine at the touch of her lips on his ear and along his jawline. When she squeezed his hand slightly and let go his breath caught again and, for the first time in his life, he felt a hint of uncertainty pass thought him at his choice this evening, did he really need what he had asked for? What she offered? The answer came almost immediately though in that he did need this, he needed to find release, to let go of his control and, swallowing again his gaze turned from the room to focus on the beautiful redhead though he couldn't bring himself to move...<br/><br/>He felt compelled to remain where he was, both from her action of squeezing his hand, and from his own conflicted feelings in that moment, but some of the conflict eased as the slip of a girl flicked beautiful copper hair over her back and glanced back at him. His breathing was uneven, his excitement electrifying, and his arousal, still painfully constrained, was growing steadily. He had no concept of what was to happen with her this night, he only knew he needed it as much as he needed air to breath, even if some of his imaginings of what might transpire sent further shivers down his spine.<br/><br/>He watched her take the length of black silk, that looked as smooth as if it were black liquid held in the form of the ribbon, and when she re-approached him and caressed his cheek with it his lips parted as he struggled to control himself, his breathing becoming deeper as his gaze focused on hers, staring at her with intensity. She folded the silk and slipped it into the pocket of his jacket, and her words confirmed what he had thought it was for leaving him with his anticipation growing ever higher. When she stepped away again he found his gaze dropping to the floor, uncertainty filling him again as he all but panted to try and calm himself, before bringing his gaze back up to her as she picked out several items, returning with an armful.<br/><br/>Standing before her his gaze dropped from hers to the items in her hands, it taking him a moment to sort through the tangle of straps and items to determine what she had, what he eventually made out made him swallow slightly once more, as his gaze returned to hers. The gags he had almost expected, one to silence or at least muffle his cries and the other to muffle while enabling her to make use of his skillful tongue, as he considered some of the other items she held though he felt the shiver pass down his spine but it was no longer just anticipation, there was something else there, something close to almost fear, and yet not, whatever it was he couldn't remember ever feeling it before.<br/><br/>The harness for his cock and balls would restrict and control his ability to achieve climax while keeping him hard for her pleasure and teasing, that he would lose such control to her was daunting indeed, and yet thrilling at the same time, but this was not the only item that had sent that shiver down his spine. The strap-on harness for her wearing would no doubt look delightful as the black straps contrasted sharply with her pale skin, and would no doubt tease her to her own climax as she wore it, but the very erect phallus attached to it gave him pause. It's intent was obvious and it caused a tightness in the pit of his stomach at the thought of her wearing that and using it upon him, considering he had submitted control to her he would have no recourse but to endure, that she had chosen a ring gag as well made him realize that she also might make him worship her cock first before using it upon him, and he felt the knot in his stomach clench tighter.<br/><br/>He had never, ever, considered giving such control to another, and yet she had made him realize just how much he needed the ability to release his iron fist of control in this place of safety and security, and in giving control to her he gave her the ability to do as she wished and, as the knot clenched, he also felt his excitement increase and his own, hard cock throbbed in the tight confines of his pants making him almost gasp with the discomfort. Her simple word drew his gaze back to hers and, though he felt a tremble pass through him, he held her gaze, knowing this was his choice as much as hers, if not more so and in releasing control he was, in fact, accepting another, different, form of control.<br/><br/>He swallowed as his gaze returned to the items in her hands, the fear, if that what it was, subsiding in her presence as his eyes took in the items once more, before following her hands as she placed them in a valise. Her words and kiss reassured him, as she claimed his mouth with hers making him moan softly into it, before feeling her break away, finding himself breathless ass she spoke once more. He tried to say something, to speak, something, but could not for a moment, and he scowled at himself a moment as she took his hand and led him to the display of stones, he still felt some conflict within him, and yet wanted nothing more than to be in her care, for whatever she wished of him, a feeling that was strange, almost alien to him, and in which he reveled...<br/><br/>When she told him to pick one of the precious stones he was confused, briefly, by their significance, until one slowly disappeared into the marble and he wondered if it was some reference to a place, or a room, remembering the dark haired woman briefly and the client she had disappeared with. Gazing at the stones he found himself drawn to the Ruby and allowed his fingers to caress it gently, then he turned his gaze to Psyche and, finding his voice, spoke,<em>"Ruby..."</em>he said, his voice sounding a little strained by his continuing to control himself in spite, or because, of the effect she had on him.