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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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[mendacium]

"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!"

[mendacium]

"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.

[mendacium]

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.

[mendacium]

"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.

[mendacium]

For the moment, she would allow him to touch. It wasn't entirely unselfish, as she did enjoy the feel of him against her, but it was a reward he couldn't become too reliant on just the same.

She let her eyes rove over his body once he was undressed, appreciative and hungry. "You're such a beautiful boy," she murmured.

[forever_jack]

And that made it all the more special when he was granted it. And made sure he made the most of it.

Which included hanging onto her waist rather to keep his balance as he lifted first one foot and then the other to allow the removal of his shoes, stockings and trousers, and then leaving them there as she looked him over, because she hadn't told him not to. In fact, they actually slid upwards over her corseted ribcage and then downwards to her hips in response to her praise, the automatic caress a gesture of gratitude for the way she saw him. Yes, there were very few people who would deny he was beautiful physically, but he knew she meant it in more ways than just that.

"Thank you, ma'am," he murmured, smiling at her for a moment before dropping his eyes in submission and his hands - finally - from her waist to hang loose at his sides.

[mendacium]

"Hmmmm," Nora purred, gazing up at him as he stroked her. "That's a bit presumptuous, darling, but I didn't warn you against it." Nor was she going to do now, and she was even shifting into his caresses for the moment. Letting him have his fun was important, after all.

"What kind of impression do you want to make?" she asked him coyly, breaking away and going to her dresser.

[forever_jack]

He lifted his eyes briefly to hers, twinkling, lips curling into a little grin. Then he cocked his head at her question, watching with avid attention as she went to her dresser. He knew what kind of thing she kept in her dresser. It was almost enough to distract him from answering, but he knew she'd want an answer so he made himself take a moment to think and then said slowly, to clarify: "On Andrei, you mean? A good one, I hope!"

[mendacium]

"That goes without saying, love," she murmured, glancing over her shoulder coyly. "But good can encompass so very many things."

As she sorted through some of her props, then: "I suppose I should clarify. I'm going to display you somehow, but I feel it only appropriate I ask your preferences, since this is a new situation for all of us."

[forever_jack]

A shiver of anticpation ran through him both at the slight objectification of being put on display and at the fact she was inviting him to express his preferences on how but not giving him a choice about being displayed.

Which was totally as it should be and he wouldn't have it any other way.

Choices were hard, though, when he was on his way down into the mindset of being her good, well-behaved boy, and he had to think hard about what his preferences were, especially since this wasn't an ordinary situation. He wanted to be good for Nora, but he also didn't want to try in any way to drive a wedge between her and Andrei either.

"I think a lot depends," he said slowly, lifting his eyes to hers, "on whether he's likely to get at all jealous. And whether you want him to be. I think, for starters, I should be able to see him, so I can gauge his reaction to things."

Even though he'd often prefer not being able to see his audience, if he had one. It made it easier to slip into subspace. But tonight, he didn't want to slip too far down.

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Nora pondered this a moment, tipping her head to one side. "Andrei isn't the jealous sort, I don't think," she mused. "He's a sweet boy, and he'll get... territorial of me, perhaps, but he won't be offended if I pay attention elsewhere." A little shrug. "It's different for us, I think. We're so far from monogamous and everyone here knows it, and I think that does help."

She turned to regard him more closely. "I think I'll spread you out to begin. Would you like that?"

[forever_jack]

Well, that was a relief. Having never known any other vampires, he hadn't known whether her possessive streak was mostly just her (and the fact that he was her submissive) or whether it was more a vampire thing.

"Good," he murmured, and then smirked, his breath quickening as her attention sharpened. "You know I would," he said warmly, muscles shifting under his skin as if already testing the bonds she was going to tie him with. He always liked being spread out, so helpless and exposed and yet still with plenty of capacity to perform for her.

[mendacium]

Oh, it was hardly a trait unique to her. In truth, many vampires could be more possessive than her, though that was often reserved for family and those that had been truly claimed, not just in the on-off arrangement that Nora and Jack had. But Andrei didn't incline that way, and he was no family to Nora, just a coworker and plaything and friend of sorts, so that problem would be avoided.

"Mm, that's what I love to hear from you, darling," she cooed, turning to face him and snapping the coil of rope in her hands. "Standing? We do have some lovely anchors with this bed."

[forever_jack]

That would certainly be a relief to Jack, who was... not nervous, precisely, but a little wary due to not knowing quite what to expect from Andrei.

He flinched happily at that snap of rope, and grinned widely, flicking a glance towards the bed and then looking back at Nora, his gaze always drawn back to her like a moth to a flame.

"Sounds perfect," he said contentedly, itching for it already but waiting like a good boy for her order to move.

Or for her to move him herself, as she had a thrilling tendency to do.

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"Mm, good boy," she whispered, stepping closer. "I'm just going to do your arms for now, I think." And without waiting, she grabbed for one of his wrists, pulled it away from his body and started roping it to one of the tall, tall bedposts.

She'd nearly got the other one fastened to its post before she leaned back in to whisper, "Tight enough?"