This weeks prompt photo is inspired by the Wonderful Sexy Mr. Benedict cumberbatch since it his his 38th Birthday.
Slowly she let her eyes caress his form, he was long and lean and very well toned for a man who was so brainy. Then she had made the statement that brainy was the new sexy and with him there was no doubt of that. Her black spiked heels slowly clicked on the floor as she circled the bed in a slow motion like a well-trained bird of prey knowing her game was well caught and simply waiting. Slowly upon reaching the left side of the bed she reached out and brushed the almost velvety end of the crop against his cheek, “I told you that you would always remember me as the woman who beat you Sherlock.” Her tone was soft, low and dangerous in that sultry way.
“I won the game in the end.” Was the reply that came from his lips. Bold she thought for a man who was firmly secured to bed posts with strong leather straps, but that did seem to be his way she smiled and gave a firm crack of the crop against his cheek, enough to sting.
“And yet…here we are.” She then stated watching him a brow arched.
“Here we are.” He conceded
Good he was learning and that alone was enough to make the point he had made that year or more ago true. She was indeed Sher-locked she had been since their first meeting. Yet even if he did not know how to say it, he had in his own way actually said it that he was just as lost in something he didn’t yet understand as she was. Drawing up the silken edges of the pale blue silken gown she had put on and that was barely more than a long sheath that was cut too low to even cover her breasts, she slipped gracefully onto the bed, placing one leg on either side of him and straddling his waist crop still in hand. Oh how she enjoyed the way those pale blue eyes tracked every movement she made.
“Have you been a naughty boy again today Sherlock?” she murmured while watching him, seeing the small signs ones that he once accused her of being the only one to show, breathing, pulse, dilated pupil and her mouth turned up into the ghost of a smile. As she shifted her body to press more firmly below the waist her smile turned into a true one at what she could feel pressing intimately against her, “Well you most certainly have.”
She didn’t let him respond then he was opening his mouth to say something when she pressed her finger against those soft and sensual lips. Her other hand came up and stripped away the cloth of his purple shirt revealing the strong expanse of chest he had hidden under it. It was often here where she allowed her rigid control to slip a small bit, to show the side that had fallen for him instead of just the Dominatrix with a soft pleased gasp that came from her mouth. With that gasp still lingering in the air she drew her head to that sculpted torso and began to tease her tongue along his collar bone first. The journey continued first circling each of his nipples slow and sensual leaving a hot trail behind her. Having traced both nipples she then blew air over them watching the reaction and hearing his cool hiss of pleasure.
This sound from him only caused her to continue shifting her body in an easy practiced fashion as she left his nipples behind and continued the trail downwards. When her path was blocked by the waistband of his now very strained trousers she used her practiced hand once more to rip the waistband open and with a pull and a lift of her body drawing everything that was in her way down past the knees, then one heeled foot shoved them the rest of the way off the heap of clothing hitting the floor with a light thud. This motion of course had caused him not only to arch but for his thick, fully erect and utterly divine to look on manhood to spring free. She moaned in appreciation before reaching out and grabbing his shaft firmly in her grasp leaning forward as she did her eyes locked onto his as the movement of her forward lean brought his turgid length between her full breasts.
By now he was arching to her, straining against the ties that held his hands firmly in place. He could not touch her and he could not get away from her. Just how she liked it, though she knew he had no intention of getting away from her at all. She moved her body allowing that hard steel to stroke through her cleavage several times her eyes never leaving his, “You know what it is you have to do…” that old game between them, she had told him twice and she had not lied though since then it had been many times since. Sometimes he resisted but today she did not think he would, for long anyways.
With a gasping breath he managed to find breath enough, her movements were for the most robbing him of his facilities and that was always a bit unsettling to him who was always in his head, “I beg…for mercy.”
She wet her lips softly as he said it slowly releasing him and moving her body away enough to reposition herself. Oh he was not the only one in need she was simply better at control it most of the time, she was wet dripping even and ready as she hovered above him. “Well I won’t make you beg for mercy twice…today.” she whispered out her tone huskier before with one swift well practiced motioned she lowered herself fully, taking his girth and length into her with a deep pleasured moan. Slowly she stretched forward with him inside her then kissing him passionately but not releasing his hands, then lips still against his she murmured, “Happy Birthday Sherlock.”
