<br/><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d5/MarcusBeck.jpg)</div><strong>Character name</strong>: Marcus Beck (http://URL)<br/><strong>Who:</strong>Open<br/><strong>Where:</strong>The Dungeon Club - Playroom<br/><strong>When: </strong>Saturday, August 2nd - 11-ish P.M.<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Nothing<br/><hr/><br/>Her every action called out to him, fed his hunger for her. He couldn't quite control himself, and her moans, her sounds, the sight of her beautiful body moving hungrily for him only dragged him closer to the edge. It was stunning to him, how the submissive could have so much control over the dominant. She was in charge, with her every word, the slow sway of her sexy hips, the groans of lost that flowed from her mouth. He reached forward and stroke his hand over the curve of her ass, caressing her gently, needfully as he prepared to mount her. He was back in the illusion of his control, now. He was the one taking her, claiming her.<br/><br/>Marcus's firm erection jutted from his body as he drew back and slid the tip slowly against her slit. She was wetter than he had ever felt a woman get. His precum drooled across her slit as he slowly pressed the tip against her soft entrance. She yielded beautifully, softly to him as he pressed into her, and he let out a passionate groan as he easily slid hilt-deep in her tight, sweet softness. His legs nearly trembled with pleasure as she squeezed him, her tightness unbelievable. It was only his mental role as the controlling master that kept him from collapsing over her, his arms around her beautiful, warm body as his hips let loose their wrath.<br/><br/>No...he had to tease her. Teasing was what made her so beautiful, what brought out her soft panting and her needful moans. Teasing was what satisfied her need to be a good girl, a good girl who resisted and was rewarded when the time was right. He slowed the vibrator to barely a buzz, and realized that he could feel it through here. He slowly slid deeper inside her, his hand slowly sliding up her back, applying unpredictable pressure as he ran his short nails up her body. "Good girl." he whispered again. "I am...pleased..." He had to hold his voice carefully firm as he slid his erection deeper and deeper, until he was hilted beautifully inside of her, his balls pressing against her inner legs. "Spread yourself wider." he commanded as he slowly began to draw out again, the slowness excruciating as he slowly slid his wet shaft out of her.<br/><br/>But he could not simply go at her yet. He wanted her moaning, begging, sobbing, even, for his cock before he gave it to her as rough as they both wanted, as they both needed.