He raises an eyebrow, but nothing more before promptly doing as she says. Of course there's the question of what position exactly, so he just sits and waits for further orders.
Or a lack of orders, whichever she wants to do. He's into it either way.
Bella accounts for wobbly knees in gingerly finding her footing, looming tall in heels, falling skirt and undergarments. She lets the fabric he ruined pool on the floor, stepping out of it and in front of him.
"Good," she says, almost a purr if it wasn't more a snarl. "You'll like this next bit."
His dick is just hanging out, isn't it, fully erect and wet from before. The side of her foot knocks it against his thigh, cool against the shaft as she drags it back slow. It leaves a streak across her shoe.
Just don't like, step on his dick, that wouldn't be cool. So this? This is perfect. At first he's leaned back on his hands, but once her foot comes toward him, he sits up to run a hand up the back of her leg, and finally to kiss the toe of her shoe, with a shiver.
Satisfaction is a glowing pit of coal in her belly.
"Too well, too right." Worship's not so bad a thing. To Hell with that nonsense about false idols and wedlock. Mouth curved in half of a grin, fingers sliding down past her navel, a heel settles against his bobbing throat. He could lick the streak off, seeing as how he helped it get there.
He's let to stew for a moment or three, long enough to find and leisurely stroke herself. Her shoe draws a hard-soft scratch down his chest until it clicks sharply to the floor between his knees.
So apparently she's not too worried about the peeper they just had, then. Good enough for him. And a good order to make him grin all the more. As much as it's positively painful with her teasing. Who is he to deny her anything, especially with the implication that she wants to eye him up. That can only be a good thing for him.
"Only if you do too." It's mostly a joke, he doesn't expect her to for a second. But that doesn't mean he doesn't want it, either. Plain enough to see as he doesn't hesitate for a second getting to it. Lazily pulling on his tie, all those buttons - first the vest - and a leisurely time in slipping each arm off his shoulders. Until he has to stand to be rid of his suspenders and slacks. Hopefully that's okay, it wouldn't look nearly so good if he just fumbled around on the floor with it.
The peeper's too horrified to peep ever again. Could be a disaster if they hear an intruder in the future and choose not to investigate on the off-chance it's the Empress fucking a man.
Far from shedding more than he's already helped her get rid of, Bella is pleased as pie to trace circles around her clit and see the rest of him. When she does, she searches for any changes since he was last allowed to even sneeze her way. Unsurprisingly, no new scars grab her attention. Not with what he is.
The rest of it's just looking. She wants to have her lips scorch off all that skin and make a map of Hyde. "Close to forgetting how you are naked."
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Or a lack of orders, whichever she wants to do. He's into it either way.
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"Good," she says, almost a purr if it wasn't more a snarl. "You'll like this next bit."
His dick is just hanging out, isn't it, fully erect and wet from before. The side of her foot knocks it against his thigh, cool against the shaft as she drags it back slow. It leaves a streak across her shoe.
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Just don't like, step on his dick, that wouldn't be cool. So this? This is perfect. At first he's leaned back on his hands, but once her foot comes toward him, he sits up to run a hand up the back of her leg, and finally to kiss the toe of her shoe, with a shiver.
"You know me too well." He grins.
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"Too well, too right." Worship's not so bad a thing. To Hell with that nonsense about false idols and wedlock. Mouth curved in half of a grin, fingers sliding down past her navel, a heel settles against his bobbing throat. He could lick the streak off, seeing as how he helped it get there.
But, "Stay."
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"Undress yourself, don't rush."
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"Only if you do too." It's mostly a joke, he doesn't expect her to for a second. But that doesn't mean he doesn't want it, either. Plain enough to see as he doesn't hesitate for a second getting to it. Lazily pulling on his tie, all those buttons - first the vest - and a leisurely time in slipping each arm off his shoulders. Until he has to stand to be rid of his suspenders and slacks. Hopefully that's okay, it wouldn't look nearly so good if he just fumbled around on the floor with it.
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Far from shedding more than he's already helped her get rid of, Bella is pleased as pie to trace circles around her clit and see the rest of him. When she does, she searches for any changes since he was last allowed to even sneeze her way. Unsurprisingly, no new scars grab her attention. Not with what he is.
The rest of it's just looking. She wants to have her lips scorch off all that skin and make a map of Hyde. "Close to forgetting how you are naked."