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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]

Well, there were logistics to it as well as convenience. He would be able to direct Andrei better if he could see exactly what he was doing - and now, he had a perfect view.

Even if it was going to be pretty much like torture having to just watch and not participate except verbally.

He leered at Nora once she'd moved, looking her up and down once more, just because, and nodded cheerfully. "Exactly like that," he agreed wickedly, and glanced at Andrei. "Get on your stomach between her legs," he instructed, warm and intimate. "Then have a taste. Lick her, taste her, breathe her in."

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Oh, but it was the most beautiful sort of torture, wasn't it? Torture that Nora thoroughly enjoyed watching and might eventually relent on. Just not quite yet. After all, her pleasure came first.

So she was all grins as she watched Andrei lower himself to the bed, flat and clearly already restless, and she was even smugger when he leaned in to taste her.

"He doesn't breathe, dear," she reminded Jack with a playful smile.

[forever_jack]

That, actually, was something Jack hadn't really considered, and it made a very sinful smirk spread across his face as he began to think of lots of inventive ways to use that particular quality.

"Excellent point, ma'am," he said smoothly, his eyes twinkling at her, and then looked down at Andrei, sensing he was going to have provide quite precise instructions to keep the boy's attention on his job. He began to coach Andrei in all the little things that Nora like best, the things he could do with his lips and tongue and teeth that would make her squirm, and began to use that lack of breathing to his advantage by persuading Andrei to stay pressed against her longer than he would have been able to, to keep right on going when he would have needed to break off to breathe or rest.

The very thought of it - combined with the sight spread out in front of him - had his breath coming faster, Nora's pleasure fuelling his own arousal.

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Nora grinned, correctly assuming how Jack's mind was working given that information. She'd thrown the tidbit out not because she didn't think he knew, at least on some level, but because she wanted him to explore the possibilities.

Jack did know the best ways to get her turned on like this, and damned if he wasn't as good at explaining them as at performing them. And while Andrei wasn't hardly a loquacious type, he did get fairly vocal when in the act, which was helping quite a bit as well. Between Jack's instructions and Andrei's moans, Nora was well on the way to the point where she considered breaking character.

Not that she would, but she considered it.

[forever_jack]

Jack could see her slowly mellowing beneath the ministrations of Andrei's tongue, and he felt an unexpected pang because that was normally his place between her legs and, while he could see her pleasure and knew he was adding to it by directing Andrei, he couldn't feel it or taste it, didn't feel so directly involved. In truth, he actually felt a little left out, and he pulled against the bonds keeping him from them for the first time in a while. It wasn't so much about his poor, neglected cock, sticking out into mid air above the bed, as about loving the feel and smell and taste of other people's bodies against his, missing the contact and connection it made him feel with his lovers.

But Nora was in charge, and he trusted her. He knew she'd make it worth his while to wait. So he took a deep breath and focussed once more on Andrei, who seemed to have slackened off in his attentions to her a little.

"Suck her hard," he urged the young vampire, leaning towards him as if he could help. "You're really getting there. Latch onto her clit and suck her hard. Use that vampire strength of yours to get her off!"

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Andrei was still adjusting to the business of not getting played with immediately, of having to work for it, and he didn't entirely mind it but it was getting more than a little bit uncomfortable. But, he thought smugly, at least he was getting some form of contact.

He pouted over being ordered around, but the praise quickly erased that and he nodded, doing exactly what he was told.

Which Nora did very much appreciate, but she knew what she was doing and she knew how to hold off on coming as much as she needed to. But she was getting closer, and she decided to reward her boys with more than a few moans.

[forever_jack]

Oh, she was so damn stubborn! Jack couldn't help thinking back to another time not at all long ago that he'd been tied up and trying to get her off with his words alone (or at least, that had been the only power he'd had) and how determinedly she'd held out. He couldn't stop a frustrated groan escaping his lips.

Okay, time to step it up a notch.

"Andrei..." he murmured mischievously, voice pitched low enough that Nora might have to strain to hear above those moans she was making. "A bit of teeth now, I think. Just your human ones, just to add a bit of a thrill. And use your nails too. Let's see if we can get her over the edge, eh?"

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Andrei was still new to this, but he knew enough about what worked on Nora to know that that would be a good choice, so he moved to nip at Nora's thighs, murmuring affectionate names in Russian.

And Nora could sense that this had been drawn out enough, so she resolved to stop holding herself back on purpose, which wasn't difficult at all with Andrei's nails and teeth digging into her skin. "Jack, you're wicked," she called out lightly.

[forever_jack]

"And you love it!" he called back, pitched for her, treating her to a truly sinful grin.

Then he directed his attention back to Andrei, noting that the boy obviously had at least some experience of this with Nora, which would certainly help get her over the edge. "Bite down around her clit," he instructed, his tone low and warm, hoping to make Nora shiver just at the words, as well as at the action itself. "Bite down and use your tongue too. Make her come, Andrei."

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Even just hearing that instruction had Nora raising an eyebrow, gripping just that much tighter at whatever was in reach. "Yes, Andrei," she murmured insistently, pushing her hips against his mouth. "Be a good boy."

Andrei let out a feral sort of growl at that, and admittedly he did have to work at not letting his fangs drop as he obeyed, capturing her clit between his teeth and licking at it desperately. From there, it was only a matter of seconds before Nora let herself come, screaming obscenities in about four different languages just for show.

[forever_jack]

He knew the explosive climax was at least partly for show, but it was a very good show, that had him holding his breath while it lasted, and leaning towards her as far as the ropes would allow, wanting to feel like a part of it all. By the time Nora recovered and looked up at him, she'd find him flushed and breathless, muscles flexing subtly beneath his skin as he instinctively fought against the ropes that held him back from her.

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Once she'd played it for all it was worth, Nora propped herself up on her elbows, using a knee to nudge Andrei out of the way dismissively, like she didn't even want to pay attention to him at all.

"How mad are you going, pet?" she asked Jack with a teasing smile.

[forever_jack]

"Pretty mad," he admitted, with a rather tight grin. Even though he knew he couldn't reach her, he couldn't seem to stay still, muscles constantly tensing and relaxing. His cock was standing to attention, full and dark with arousal.

"You know how much I hate not being able to touch," he added, and though it might sound like an deliberate attempt to top from the bottom, it was more about letting her know just how much she was getting to him, because that was what this was all about. He was letting her know that what she was doing was working, and he'd go along with it, even if he hated it, because he knew it would be worth it in the end.

He was also somewhat intrigued by her abrupt dismissal of Andrei, and was watching Andrei in stolen glances to see how he'd handle it.

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[hi sorry I have been on a family vacation and on top of not having much time to tag I just... cannot bring myself to write smut tags when I'm sharing a hotel room with my parents]

She took a solid minute to assess the state of things right now: Jack's body, tense in every possible way, smile and limbs and cock; Jack's tone, just as strained; and though she didn't let her gaze linger she made note of Andrei's current position (on his side, looking somewhere between prideful and affronted).

All according to plan.

"Tell me, then, what do you want very most?" she asked Jack in a throaty whisper.

[forever_jack]

((OOC: No worries, I completely understand - I'm still catching up after Christmas too! Hope you had a great time with your family!))

He gave her a searching look, unsure whether giving away what he wanted most would just ensure he wouldn't get it, but either way he knew it wasn't up to him. And he couldn't look away from her when she was watching him like that, so intense and hot, so he felt himself almost glow under the force of her attention.

"To be touched, please," he whispered, shivering helplessly. "I don't care where or how or by whom!" Which was a blatant lie, because obviously it was Nora's touch he was aching for, but he'd take Andrei as better than nothing if that was what she decided. "Pain or pleasure or just affection, I don't care, just... something physical? Please?"

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[heh, well, it was more of an obligation-vacation than a fun one, but I didn't combust, so it must have turned out all right!]

She wasn't going to be completely cruel, that wasn't the point. But she also wasn't going to let him get away with moping, and that answer sounded a lot like moping to her. They were both moping, Jack with his answer and Andrei with his pouts, and that wouldn't do.

"Not good enough," she sang out, crossing one leg over the other carefully. "Come on, tell me."

[forever_jack]

((OOC: Good! I'm now recovering from food poisoning, hence the slow reply. :-( Not been a good week.))

Oh, she was hard work, wasn't she? He gave her a rather helpless look because the thing was, when he was in submissive mode, decisions were hard. Besides, as they'd already discussed, he was never so much about the what as the who and the how. So he stared at her for a long moment, trying to work through what he was feeling, and what he wanted.

And then he remembered what else had followed on from that discussion and he drew in a quick breath, his gaze turning hungry as it held hers. "You said you'd hurt me?" he said hopefully.

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[Oh no! I hope you're better?]

A sweet question, that, and instead of answering it directly she finally turned her full attention back on Andrei; for his part, he tried to hide the sulk he'd been in. Easy to do, though, with such a handsome man as Jack all but begging for hurt.

"I did mention something like that," Nora murmured. "Would that interest you, Andrei?"

Andrei nodded.

[forever_jack]

He bit back a whimper as she turned away from him, almost dispairing that he'd given the wrong answer. But her words, and tone, when she spoke were reassuring and he couldn't help noticing that Andrei was sitting up and paying attention again, instead of sitting there despondently.

He took another breath and told Andrei, the excitement obvious in his voice, "She said she'd mark me up in pretty patterns and give you a complementary pattern too."

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"It won't last," Andrei murmured without thinking, a dare of a smirk crossing his face.

But only until Nora sat up and swiped sharp fingernails down his chest, more for effect than to do actual damage (he was right about the fact of its impermanence, it was just his attitude about it that she disagreed with).

"See what a caution he can be?" she asked Jack, rolling her eyes in a way to imply a sort of playful annoyance.

[forever_jack]

Jack drew in a breath as those nails raked across pale skin, part-trepidation but mostly just from the desire that suddenly flooded through him.

He hardly even acknowledged her amused question. All of a sudden, he could think of nothing but the sharp sting of abraded flesh, and he wanted it. "Please!" he begged, lips dry, eyes gone dark with want.

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Oh, she was dragging it out, knowing that was just as much torture. Andrei was pouting again, holding hands over his chest but more out of pride than pain, and Jack --

Jack was pleading.

Perfect.

"Nails too, dear?"

[forever_jack]

He caught his breath, wanting it so intensely that the prospect of getting it made him tingle all over.

"Please!" he nodded, fervently, hope in his eyes.

He shivered, just at the thought of it, her nails on his skin, marking him as hers in such a personal, intimate way.

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"Very well, pet," she crooned, moving Andrei out of the way again and rising up on her knees to move over to him. "Take this like a good boy ought and perhaps I'll untie you?"

She waited for his reactions to that (and Andrei's) as she looked at him, running a hand oh-so-lightly down his arm.

Drawing it out was torture, too.

[forever_jack]

He let out an almost explosive breath when she finally agreed, watching her with wide, dark eyes as she came closer, and nodding fervently in response to her not-quite-question. He'd be good - he'd be so, so good - and it wasn't even about getting untied, it was about wanting to be good for her.

"Please," he said again, softer this time, shivering hard at that barely-there stroke down his arm, so very nearly what he wanted, and yet nowhere near enough.