<div class="floatleft">(https://68.media.tumblr.com/95fd6679e62e690437e65aca4b07a11f/tumblr_oogroqpARU1tppytvo1_540.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:  Psyche Makropoulos (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=266077.msg13127525#msg13127525)</strong><br/><br/><strong>STAFF</strong><br/><br/><strong>Situation:</strong>The Heart Desires<br/><br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Nicholas Carlton<br/><br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong><em>None</em><br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Honesty's reward was the first emotion she'd allowed on her face since deciding on the night's course of action, a smile that spread her generous lips before they parted even as her eyes shut, and their plump softness settled atop Nicholas' own in a sweet, lingering kiss.  Lingering like lovers in a late afternoon bed, limbs heavy with sweet exhaustion, Psyche's lips slid across Nicholas', wet and warm and loving in the way they spread his apart so her tongue could taste him and offer her own in return.  Nibbling at them, she drew the bottom between hers and sucked lightly at them then chased his tongue back into his mouth, dancing her own with it before pulling away, a single strand of their love between them until it broke.  Psyche's eyes opened, green flecked with copper in their depths, and the smile remained even as her hand remained cradling the back of his head, holding him to face her with a firm pressure.<br/><br/>"Do you know how many men want me?  Want to possess me, sate themselves upon my body, desire me to make them feel strong and virile, need to use me?"  Shaking her head slightly as if to dismiss them, Psyche looked down at his chest.  Nicholas felt her free hand slide inside his suit and pluck at the buttons of his shirt, opening a path for her hand to slide inside and across his skin, fingertips stopping just short of his nipple.  "All of them" she answered, then drew her hand free and moistened her fingertips in her mouth, eyes watching Nicholas as she licked each in turn then kept watching him as the now cool, wet digits returned to the skin of his chest, leaving shivery trails in their wake.  Circling his nipple, she drew a mark of her intent across his sensitive flesh, then the fingertips closed about the tiny nub of flesh and pinched lightly, just once, before she brushed her thumb across it.<br/><br/>"Shhh," she whispered, and moved her hand to the back of his neck.  "Not a word.  If you speak before I let you, I'll leave and no amount of coin will bring me back."  The fingers of Psyche's other hand set up a rhythmic swirl in Nicholas' hair, massaging his scalp and keeping him from drawing his head back.  Again she thumbed his nipple, then left it in place and pressed firmly on it, as if to push it back into his body, feeling it as a hard spot beneath the pad of her thumb.  A dozen, then a dozen more heartbeats she kept it there until she knew that she'd pressed all the blood out of it then Psyche let it free and simultaneously slid two fingers on either side, stroking it like a tiny cock and felt it engorge with blood, knowing the sweet aching sting Nicholas must feel.  It wasn't pain but intense stimulation and Psyche enjoyed the shuddering it brought to his muscled chest.<br/><br/>"Every man wants me," she repeated, moving her head to murmur in Nicholas' ear.  Her lips closed around the lobe, suckling it as her tongue slid out to dab at the spot just behind it, stroking across it in a long, wet kiss before she withdrew her lips.  "They're so...weak.  You're the only one who is strong enough to offer himself to me for my pleasure."  Inside his shirt, Psyche's hand slid down from his nipple and onto the rippled abdomen below.<br/><br/>"I accept," she said and scratched her nails across his stomach, raking them up and up and up till just below his ribs before her palm took their place, soothing in a downward stroke against the faint weals.  "I accept control of you and I accept your worship of me, of my body and of my power, and I will reward you for every devotion you render unto me."<br/><br/>"You're done making decisions.  You've no more power to wield.  No one relies on you to guide them or decide their fate or give them your wisdom and control.  Not tonight," Psyche said, voice firm but sensually husky.  "Tonight, I'm your world and your goddess.  Surrender all of that to me, my love, and know the release of worry."<br/><br/>Pulling back, Psyche searched his face, watching the emotions roll across his eyes, and felt control course through her veins like the kiss of a golden needle full of juice of the poppy.  "Pick me up like a bride, then lay me down on these cushions and love me with kisses until I tell you to stop."  Arms settled around his neck in preparation of the incipient delicious moment.