Thomas Arkwright (Arkwright City AU) (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
everyeyedothdwell) wrote2012-12-26 12:42 pm
everyeyedothdwell) wrote2012-12-26 12:42 pm
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christina totally planned this // for intenderembassy
[ It had just been a simple task. Put away the laundered clothes.
(for everyone, he guesses, but he'd chosen to only take Chris's)
(he'll go back for his later but he wanted her to see, wanted to make a point of it)
(that she's the most important)
It had just been that, but then-- but then Chris hadn't been in her room, and there had been certain items in the pile of clothes and, well.
Somehow it had ended up like this. Thomas sat on the edge of her bed, legs pressed together and a tent in the pencil skirt he'd taken from the pile. A bra, too, unnecessary as it is - that same lacy one that she'd worn when she'd first fucked him with the strap-on, when she'd come out with her skirt tented by the toy just like it is now by his cock.
(there had been matching panties for the bra, too, and right now they're stretched around his erection and soaked with precome)
(he'd sent her a code, so that she could access her room's camera feeds from her phone, and then he'd turned his phone off so that she has to come to him)
(he hasn't touched himself, not once, but he's dripping with sweat and every time he so much as shifts it's coupled with a whimper)
(please, he thinks to himself, begs in his mind that Chris won't choose to leave him like this for longer than he's already been, when it's been ten minutes since he even sent that message) ]
(for everyone, he guesses, but he'd chosen to only take Chris's)
(he'll go back for his later but he wanted her to see, wanted to make a point of it)
(that she's the most important)
It had just been that, but then-- but then Chris hadn't been in her room, and there had been certain items in the pile of clothes and, well.
Somehow it had ended up like this. Thomas sat on the edge of her bed, legs pressed together and a tent in the pencil skirt he'd taken from the pile. A bra, too, unnecessary as it is - that same lacy one that she'd worn when she'd first fucked him with the strap-on, when she'd come out with her skirt tented by the toy just like it is now by his cock.
(there had been matching panties for the bra, too, and right now they're stretched around his erection and soaked with precome)
(he'd sent her a code, so that she could access her room's camera feeds from her phone, and then he'd turned his phone off so that she has to come to him)
(he hasn't touched himself, not once, but he's dripping with sweat and every time he so much as shifts it's coupled with a whimper)
(please, he thinks to himself, begs in his mind that Chris won't choose to leave him like this for longer than he's already been, when it's been ten minutes since he even sent that message) ]
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He hasn't. Good. He knows what he's done.
She takes her time, walking up the stairs, and when she reaches her room she stands in the doorway for a moment, casual, not seeming to care that anyone could come up the stairs and see, before she shuts the door and locks it behind her.]
Take the skirt off, Thomas.
[She thinks she knows what's going to have ended up underneath.]
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(it makes it better)
As soon as she gives him that order, he's moving, standing to step out of the skirt and then just staying upright, waiting to hear what she says next.
(his pulse thunders in his ears and he's so hard that it nearly hurts)
(but he'll wait for her orders) ]
Onee-san...
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(She's glad.)
She smirks and sits down on the edge of the bed, smooths her own skirt delicately over her legs.]
You've ruined my panties, Thomas.
[She reaches out to drag the back of one nail over the wet part of the fabric, lightly, so it's barely a touch at all.]
I can't wear these now that you've gotten them so dirty.
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Has to fight just to stay standing, when she touches, what with the way that his knees shake. ]
Are.
[ Thomas swallows, hard. ]
Are you going to punish me?
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(this will be punishment but she's secretly quite glad that Thomas is so...opportunistic)
(or not so secretly, from the smirk on her face)]
Yes.
In my lap, Thomas.
[She assumes he'll know the position she expects him to take.]
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(he's not sure, he thinks he knows but if he's wrong)
(well)
(won't she only punish him more?)
Stepping forward, Thomas settles himself in Chris's lap, straddling her hips and pressing in close enough that she can feel the heat radiating off him, close enough that his erection nearly brushes against her stomach. ]
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But.
He's being punished, isn't he? This is no normal circumstance.
Her lips quirk.]
Close, Thomas. But no.
[Right away she's got her hands on him, moving him (with his cooperation, of course, but she's stronger than she looks) so that he's lying face down, erection pressing into her legs through the panties.]
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(he needs it he needs it he needs whatever she'll give)
(good or bad)
(he'll take it all, if it's from her) ]
A-ah, nee-sama, please... please punish me.
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(she's probably ruined another pair of panties already)
She smiles, runs one hand slowly down his back...
And then suddenly she brings the other one down on his ass, hard, not even bothering to pull down the panties first.]
Tell me just what you did wrong, Thomas.
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Thomas jerks abruptly, breath catching in his throat.
(he's reasonably certain his heart skipped a beat)
When he catches his breath enough to speak, it's strangled. Desperate. ]
I-I. I ruined your panties. And. And I didn't ask your permission to do something new or to wear your clothes.
Hah, onee-san-- ah. Onee-sama.
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She is pleased.
She brings down her hand once, twice, three times before she speaks again.]
Good. That's right, Thomas.
And are you sorry for what you did?
[Her voice is throaty, a little unstable.
(she can feel how much he loves this)
(he's getting such a thrill from it and it urges her on and heats her up)]
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Thomas is shivering and his cock is slick with precome and the panties are soaked against her legs. ]
I--
I'm sorry, onee-sama. I'll do whatever you want.
I-- Will you let me wear these clothes again?
[ It's presumptuous, right now, even with the way his voice shakes.
(maybe she'll spank him again) ]
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She reaches down to tug down the fabric of the panties -- just enough that she can see skin, so they're still pulled up over his cock in the front -- so she can strike bare skin, this time.]
You're such a mess, Thomas. That wasn't a real apology, was it?
[Another slap.]
You can't apologize and then ask for more.
[Another slap. She's laying them all in the same spot, so that the skin goes pink and burns and stings.]
Do it properly, Thomas. Tell me you're sorry.
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(he doesn't know why that word does this to him, why it gets him every time, but it does)
(he's hard enough for it to hurt and he doesn't think he's going to be able to sit down and oh god they're supposed to have dinner, aren't they?)
(he knows she'll make him sit through it and the idea has him so much closer already) ]
I-- Onee-sama, please, I'm sorry, I won't do it again just-- just, I need to come, please I can't hold on please onee-sama I'm sorry...!
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If I let you come right away, would it really be a punishment?
[The apology seemed sincere, though...and doing this to him has gotten her so wet...]
Turn over, Thomas.
[She's fishing in her pocket for something.
(She almost feels bad, for this.)]
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(if he's good, she might-- she might give in, right?)
(she might let him come, like he needs)
(if he shows her the proper respect, too...) ]
Onee-sama.
I-- I. I'll be good. Onee-- no.
Joou-sama.
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She lets go of the thing in her pocket. Her plans can wait.
Instead, she reaches down to (slowly, slowly) pull down the front of the panties, so the wet, lacy fabric rubs against his cock.]
If I'm your queen, Thomas...what does that make you?
[She's quite eager to know.]
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He jerks his hips a little, squeezing his eyes shut. ]
A-ah, I... your servant.
[ Pausing, he swallows hard and forces his eyes back open. ]
O-or your concubine.
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Good. That's just what she wants. Just what she needs.
So she'll give him what he wants. She'll put her hand on him, stroke his cock slowly, with love.
And she'll lean so her other hand can brush his bangs aside.]
Good. That's good, Thomas.
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(he's so close, he's moments away but he needs--) ]
Ah, a-ah, I. I, joou-sama. Please, please, can I come I need it, joou-sama please.
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Love.
(a hundred kinds of love)
(and they're all for him)
She leans in close and tells him]
Yes. You may come, Thomas.
Just for me.
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(in that moment, she is everything)
(in every moment)
(maybe it isn't right, maybe he shouldn't want this so much)
(especially when he's certain that if it were anyone else, he'd never want to be with a woman)
(but then...)
(there isn't anyone else)
(there won't ever be)
He falls back against the bed, hips still jerking up weakly and breath coming in sharp gasps. ]
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(he's obedient, worshipful almost, he's good)
(and he loves her and she loves him)
(he's perfect. they're perfect)]
I think you've made up for your first offense, Thomas.
[There's a little laughter in her voice.]
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[ It's a soft, breathless mantra as Thomas shivers and leans in close to her.
(the sweat is cooling on his skin now, leaving him sticky and cold, and the straps of the bra have slipped down, but Thomas feels)
(comfortable)
(even if, physically, he shouldn't be)
(he's comfortable with her)
(he can relax with her)
(stop fighting) ]
What do you want me to do, joou-sama...?
[ His voice is exhausted again, strained and breathless the way it always is after she makes him hang on the edge that way. ]
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She sits for a moment, contemplating the possibilities, and she's just about to open her mouth
but then there's a bang on the door and an announcement that would probably sound genuinely cheerful if it wasn't made in III's voice.
She's sitting up right away, smoothing out her clothes. This is not going as planned.
(Is there any worse time to be called to dinner?)]
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(but then Chris is moving away and he registers that)
(he lets out an irritable noise, opening his eyes and trying to bury his face in the pillows all in the same motion)
(he has to start fighting again, if the others want them) ]
That's not exactly what I had in mind to eat, Chris.
[ There's a switch in him, now that he's heard Michael's voice. Now that he's thought about seeing Byron.
(he's lost all the easy sincerity he gets with Chris)
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she's not joou-sama to this side of him)(
not even nee-sama) ]no subject
For taking that ease away. For making Thomas change.
And when he's like this, the spell holding her in place is broken.
She slips out from underneath him, smooths her skirt out.]
You're not going to take the panties off, I hope you know.
[It doesn't exactly help her mood that she'll be heading downstairs frustrated. At least Thomas will share her pain.]
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And then Thomas snorts, reaching up to tug the bra off and reaching down toward the panties. ]
You think I'm going to wear these in front of daddy dearest, Chris?
You think wrong, if you do.
[ It's not a case of him being disobedient, not really.
(because this Thomas has never been obedient)
(this is the side of him that belongs to everyone but her)
(this is the front that he has to put up even for Chris, if he has a hope of keeping it up for the rest of the world) ]
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I suppose it's your choice.
[She smooths her skirt again, combs her hair through her bangs and stands up to walk towards the door with considerably more composure than she had a minute ago. She has to learn to put this on quickly, after all.
(there she is, Christina Arkwright, woman of the hour)
(heiress apparent)]
You can meet me at the table.
[And then she's off.]
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(he needs her)
(is this how she feels, watching him?)
(but he--)
(it's for her)
(if he could be himself, could be hers around everyone else--)
(he'd do it, in a heartbeat)
(as is, though)
He calls out. ]
Not sure I'm hungry. Tell daddy dearest I'm so sorry to miss him.
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(they'll get a little speech about it, though, as usual)
(about thomas, the middle child)
(thomas, who is made an example)
(she hopes he comes to the table.)
But she doesn't respond. She has to act like it's not her business, like she'll only go so far keeping Thomas in line. Like she's making concessions to her busy schedule, unfortunate but necessary.
She keeps walking.]