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[mendacium]

It wasn't as if Nora was going to be in town for too terribly long this time, and the more she thought about it the more she realized that involving another in her and Jack's playtime was courting danger; her Andrei was a sweet boy, make no mistake, but he was a baby and he was new to this lifestyle and what's more there was always the slight possibility that something might go wrong.  While her bodyguards were disposable, her carefully-picked seconds were not, and he was in the latter category.

But she was Nora Gainesborough, and she didn't get nervous, not really, so after making the appropriate arrangements, she had Jack summoned to her place.  Until all was well and settled, it'd just be the two of them, and it was in that spirit that she moved to the door, swinging it open before Jack had even finished knocking.

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[forever_jack]

"You know I'm always up for that," he smiled, although yeah, how much pain he was comfortable with definitely varied with his mood.

"I assume you're not talking anything too heavy?" Not for a first time in company, and with what they'd talked about to follow.

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"Oh, nothing too," she agreed, leaning back just slightly on one hand. "I was thinking it might be nice to see some marks on the both of you is all."

They wouldn't last long, of course; shorter still with Andrei than with Jack, too. But it was a bit of a territory-marking impulse, even if it was just a temporary one.

[forever_jack]

His smile broadened at that, both at the prospect of being privileged to wear her marks and at the possessiveness she was giving off by wanting to mark them both.

Not that he had any kind of problem with that. He liked it when she got possessive.

"Going to make us a matching pair?" he teased, rather liking the idea of that, too.

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She let out a soft chuckle at that, watching him closely for reactions (she expected she knew what they'd be).

"Matching, complementary, something such as," she cooed, reaching forward to drag a fingernail down Jack's cheek, albeit not sharply enough to actually leave a mark yet.

[forever_jack]

Jack - as usual - was giving her plenty of reactions to enjoy, and they were all positive. He shivered slightly at the light scrape over her nail over vulnerable skin, his eyes darkening a shade. Oh, but he was looking forward to this!

"I like the sound of complementary marks," he grinned. "I've no idea what you have in mind, but it sounds interesting!"

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She gave a wide smile at that, scooting just a fraction closer. "Oh, my boy," she whispered. "You're going to be so good, aren't you?"

It came with a suggested threat, a note of and you know what will happen if you're not, and it was punctuated by her leaning in for another kiss, just as possessive as her words.

[forever_jack]

He could have responded with a smug "Always" but they both knew it would be a lie. He could be very good, but it was by no means an always thing.

Tonight, though, he was going to do his absolute utmost to set a good example for Andrei

"Best behaviour," he promised, breath quickening as she moved closer, and moaning softly as her lips met his, giving beneath her, letting her have him.

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Oh, and she focused very intently on having him, on tasting him (perhaps nipping at his lips to draw a drop or two of blood) and savoring him and listening to his reactions.

"What have you fantasized about when you think about tonight?" she whispered against his lips.

[forever_jack]

He shivered, loving her closeness, the intimacy of it, of her lips - her teeth - against his.

"Trying to be good for you, make you proud, knowing you're watching me, and he's watching me. And then knowing you're watching me with him. Being on display."

Basically, being the centre of attention, but he wasn't quite self-aware enough to put that into words.

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"You want to be a little showoff," she surmised, pulling back and flashing a wicked grin. "You want to star in your own little show, don't you? You don't even care how, you just want it."

She wasn't the slightest bit surprised by this, but it amused her.

[forever_jack]

He paused a moment, processing his own words returned to him but from a different angle, and then grinned. "I guess that's about it, yeah," he admitted, with a little shrug. "For me, it's very rarely about the what. The who and the how are much more important!"

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"And your ideal how?" she pressed gently, letting her hand trace from his neck to his shoulders to his chest. "Do you just have the vague one?"

She was looking for incentives to use later, not that he probably needed them.

[forever_jack]

He shivered at the path of her fingers, always sensitive to her touch at the most vulnerable parts of his body, and rather wishing he was already naked so that more of that touch was on bare skin.

Still, good things come to those who wait, and he could wait, for a while at least.

"Well, the how is very closely tied up with the who, isn't it?" he grinned. "To be honest, all you've really got to do is be you!"

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"You flatterer," she teased, drawing shapes against him in a way that she knew would make him itch to be undressed. "I assume you're choosing your words intentionally."

Not that it would be the only part of play tonight, of course, but she knew how her Jack was.

[forever_jack]

He was itching to be undressed, his skin tingling beneath the linen of his shirt, so much so that he was tempted to just strip it off - except that enjoying the anticipation was almost as much fun and he did so love this part of the proceedings.

His eyes twinkled at her. "Of course," he agreed easily, with absolutely no shame.

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"Everything in its time," Nora pointed out, smiling. But because she reached up and undid his tie anyhow, pulling it off from around his neck as slow as she could manage.

Then, rather mischievously: "Would you like to be a bit done up to start?"

[forever_jack]

Well, that was a start, at least. With his tie gone, his throat and upper chest were much more readily available to her, and the way she pulled it slowly off him was incredibly sensual. He was already breathing faster before she spoke, and then his eyes flicked up again from her fingers to her face, a small smile curling round his lips as he lowered his eyes again, oh so very demurely.

"Whatever pleases you, ma'am," he murmured, whilst leaving her in absolutely no doubt that he was up for anything she wanted to do to him.

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"Oh, good boy," she cooed, leaning to press another kiss to his lips but pulling back before he could deepen it. "Would you like it if I stripped you first?"

She knew how long her other boy had been gone and knew how long he was like to be, so to say she was trying to set the scene for him upon his return was an understatement.

[forever_jack]

Oh, Jack was very aware of just how much all this was setting the scene for Andrei. She'd cast her play and assembled her players, and now the overture was playing as the final preparations were made. And Jack was determined to put on one hell of a show for Andrei.

Nora might actually find him the best behaved she'd ever seen him tonight.

"Yes, please, I'd like that a lot," he said softly, leaning after her instinctively to chase that kiss, even for a moment, before catching himself and straightening, letting her get away because she was the boss here. He smiled, and kept his hands, which could have been working on undoing the tiny, fidly buttons on his shirt, loose at his sides, letting her lead.

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She could tell already that he was erring on the side of caution, rather, and while it wouldn't nearly be fun if that was how he was all of the time it did have a certain novel appeal.

For the moment, too, it made it easier to tend to him. First she made to untuck the hem of his shirt from his trousers, then to slowly work at the buttons, one by one. "You're being very sweet tonight," she observed.

[forever_jack]

He shivered softly at the feel of her working his shirt out from his trousers, the odd brush of cool skin against warm, and then sat attentively still when she moved to his buttons, chin lifting for her to get at the top few and then relaxing once she moved further down.

He grinned a little self-consciously at her comment. "I want to do you proud. I don't want to let you down in front of someone else."

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"Oh, pet," she murmured soothingly, pausing to stroke fingertips over his skin as it was exposed. "I know you would never do that. You're a very good boy for me."

And to punctuate that, she pulled his shirt free and pressed a light kiss to his chest.

[forever_jack]

His mouth curled into a rueful smile. "Not always," he admitted. "But tonight, I'll do my utmost!"

A part of him - the part of him that was getting well and truly worked up by her tantalisingly slow undressing of him - wanted to pull away and just yank off the rest of his clothes so he was bare for her, so things could move on. But another part of him loved the tease of it, the anticipation, and the way her methodical thoroughness left him so open to react to every light touch of her hands, and made his heart beat wildly at that light, yet incredibly possessive kiss to his chest.

He clenched his hands once more at his sides to stop himself reach up to run his fingers affectionately through her hair instead. This wasn't that kind of game.

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"You always come around, though," she amended, grinning. "You always remember you're my boy. Mine to do with as I please, hm?"

As she continued to undress him, as she nudged him to standing so she could work on his pants, she couldn't help but watch every last reaction of his. She wanted to get the best possible read of him, but she also wanted to make sure he was comfortable. And as such, she murmured, "You could touch me if you wanted."

[forever_jack]

He smiled slowly as he thought about what she was saying and realised she was right. However long he held out - however long he fought the desire to just slip under and be what she wanted him to be - he always succumbed in the end, and that was always the sweetest moment of all.

"You know me so well," he murmured as he stood at her urging, fully appreciative of her insight, and then lifted his eyes to hers at her permission to touch. Not touching was always a battle against instinct for him; even if he was bound he spent a lot of time pulling against his bonds, trying to touch. "Thank you, ma'am," he said happily, and lifted his hands to her waist to rest on lace over silk, still only the lightest of touches but immensely steadying not just to his body but to his soul. An anchor, to get him through the surge of arousal as his trousers were opened and his cock sprang free, already pretty hard and very happy to see Nora again.