“You can submit to a kid?”Вот почему я понимаю партнерский секс,
“He’s not a kid,” I answered without thinking. “He’s…who he is.”
“And it’s not weird?”
“Not when I’m with him.” I stared at my hands which were shaking, so I knotted them carefully together. “I want to give him everything, and the things I can’t give, I want him to take.”
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(No mention to a ... in: box, unit, invoice, payment, even if someone see the ... will never know what is it for)
Всегда знала, что БДСМ фрики - май пипл))
Не знаю, что это за магея, но она мне нравится. но уж так и быть, признаю, что я очень не такая, и дальше буду писать в стол. Может быть.Dean whines when Castiel brings his hand down, though he hasn't used too much force. The next ones build upon intensity, each spank growing heavier until Dean is hyperaware of Sam's hold on him. His skin burns where Castiel's hand hits his ass.
"It is turning pink already," Castiel comments and pauses in his actions.
"How many, Dean?" Sam wants to know. At the low whine, he repeats the question. "How many times Castiel has spanked you?"
"I am not sure. Twenty, I guess." Dean mumbles embarrassed that he doesn't know the answer.
Behind him, Castiel makes a disappointed noise. Of course, he would have counted and given the correct answer. Unlike Dean, Castiel is a good sub for Sam. He cannot imagine that he has ever failed an order he has been given.
The long reconnoitring from Sam’s hand has blurred the spanks into an all-over flush. Color field, he was taught in that American Art class. Each of Dean’s buttocks a field of solid pink stained into the flesh. And one of Sam’s hands hot and lancing. But his and Dean’s excitement still on its momentum track - and then, with brusque clarity, Sam sees it. It comes to him as his visions used to, but on a crest of brilliance instead of pain.Выделено мной, я эту пару строчек вообще хочу сложить в коробочку, бережно хранить и открывать по праздникам под бокал вина)) Просто потому, что я обожаю вот такие авторские находки.
He starts again, but instead of resuming his alternative jog between one cheek and another, he hits the same spot once, twice, next, again. The spot turns a deeper pink, turns a pale crimson. He can hear Dean breathing heavily as he does every time they’ve run for dear life, and he nearly stops there, only for Dean’s voice to stop him from stopping. “Do it,” Dean growls, a husky dictate. “Do it. Mark me, Sam.”
Then it all overflows, Sam’s heart, Sam’s groin, even as he slaps the resonant cheek. This, this. This? For Dean too? Whose shoulder was swollen with another's handprint, whose arm bore another's mark. Dean never got possessed, but he got handled all right, got branded, gripped, tattoed, tortured, touched, touched, touched. Time for Sam to balance the claims.
И я как бы даже не против, Sam is Rowena's full time submissive. He enjoys the public humiliation of being naked on display at their frequent parties. No one but Rowena can touch him, but their party guests can watch as a spell rotates the position of Sam's magically suspended body every half hour. There is also a guestbook where their guests get to vote on what they'd like to watch Rowena do to Sam during the show performed at the end of the party.Какие интересные у вас конкурсы
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