#*declan: cora warren 002*

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Closed starter for @aftermiiidniiight / Declan & Cora 002

Declan didn't usually do this. He was always accompanied; never the one to accompany another. And yet she'd somehow roped him into it. So there he was, standing outside her apartment complex, finger on the buzzer while his driver, Tim, waited in the car behind him. He was dressed in a dark blue suit with a matching west, wore a light blue button-down and slightly darker tie. Not unlike his usual attire, but then, she hadn't specified that he should wear a tux or that he should dress particularly Christmas-themed, so he'd settled on the usual.

Declan let the buzzer go once he was certain it had been heard, and took a step back from the door, hands in the pockets of his pants as he waited for Cora to make an appearance.

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He knew that he was pushing her. Knew that the task he'd given her was impossible, that she'd fail - over and over again - before the game was through. She was already wound up so tight, he was painfully aware of the fact that if he just plucked at the right string, she'd snap. So he didn't. Instead he teased, circled and caressed just enough to drive her need higher, but not enough to push her over the edge.

She managed well enough for a little bit, but then her limbs started trembling, and Declan breathed a little hum of warning against her ear just as her hips finally gave in and shifted against his hand, chasing more. He clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth in reprimand, immediately pulling his hand from her pussy. He drew it back, and before she had a chance to notice the shift, he snapped his palm hard against her pussy. "I told you to keep still, my darling," he cooed softly into her ear, cupping her sex firmly to let the sting settle. His teeth grazed the lobe of her ear, pulling gently on the skin before he drew away to perch his chin beside her temple.

His gaze travelled down her body to the sight of his own hand between her legs. "Round two, kitten," he informed her a moment later, and then his fingers were back at it, picking up right where he'd left off.

Declan kept up the game, teasing her until her body's natural response to seek pleasure overrode her desire to follow his directions; to be a good girl and obey. Every time she gave in, he drew back his hand and delivered another sharp slap to her soaked, aching cunt, gave her a moment to recover, and then went right back to the next round of the game.

Unsurprising to no one, Cora could have, would have, sucked on his fingers for hours. She'd always had a thing for hands, and his were... well... the feelings they elicited, the marks they left behind, the possession they'd all but burned onto her... as silly as it sounded, his hands, his fingers, were worthy of worship in her mind. The way she sucked and licked was somehow eager and languid all at once. Losing herself to the taste, the sensation, she almost didn't hear him when he told her to stop. Going a second or two longer, she pulled back, dazed and hazy, nearly panting.

Time was getting stringy, feeling loose and slightly out of her grasp, Cora melting further into surrender. She was docile as he clipped the spreader bar between her legs, moving as he required, but otherwise still, waiting, too distracted by her need, her desire for release becoming a somewhat singular focus. She didn't move or make a sound until he was touching her again, shivering, gasping, curling her hands into fists, desperate to touch anything at all if she couldn't touch him.

Her eyes were wide as he explained their game, the idea somewhat difficult to process. She was physically aching for him, every nerve in her body drawn taut, close to snapping. There was some doubt - could she do this? But of course, for Declan, for her master, she was going to try. "Y-Yes, Sir." She'd barely spoken before his fingers were against her. For the first few strokes, she thought she might have a fighting chance, thought she might be able to keep it together. Soon enough, though, she was trembling, her hips shifting against her will, a small moan slipping from her at the friction the motion created.

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Her words were praised with a low hum of approval, Declan's bright blue hues hooded, heated with desire for her and her alone. "That's my girl," he then added, his tone a mixture of appreciation and masculine pride, before his fingers really got to work between her legs. His lovely girl moaned, she whined, she let out the sweetest little sounds of utter desperation for him, so wrapped up in the touch he granted her, in her own desire, that when he drew back, not yet willing to give her the release she needed, the ensuing whine was a thing of beauty.

And yet it was her only protest, her mind soon caught up in the next best thing; a task to busy her mind with. He watched quietly, features calm and steady, unreadable, but something akin to fond amusement lingered in the depth of his gaze as he took in the way her tongue lapped at his fingers. "Such a good girl," he praised, his other hand delving into the heavy fall of auburn locks, caressing the back of her head, almost like she were an actual kitten he was petting as her mouth wrapped around the length of the glistening digits. He gave her a few moments of that, letting her tongue toy with his fingers, letting her swallow every drop of herself clinging to his skin, and then he pulled his fingers from her mouth with a calmly spoken "That's enough, pet."

Then he left her again, moving behind her and out of her line of sight. She'd hear shuffling, drawers and cupboards opening, and then he was directly behind her again. There was a metallic clip as he secured a spreader bar to one ankle cuff, and then another followed as he pushed her feet a little further apart, and the opposite was secured. The tips of his fingers crawled up her calves, drawing lines up the back of her thighs, and then his hands settled on each side of her hips, keeping her still. "We are going to play a little game, kitten." An unfair - borderline cruel - game of control and denial, granted, but a game nevertheless.

"I am going to touch you. And you're not going to move your hips," he instructed, head bent to place his lips by her ear. "Every time you do, my precious pet, I am going to stop." One hand wandered from her hip down her front, to the apex of her thighs. "The game ends when I decide you've earned the right to cum." And then he touched her, fingers locating her clit. "Ready, my darling?" But he didn't give her time to answer before he began to tease, fingers moving over the sensitive little nub.

Only his. She was transfixed, her eyes dark, melted amber. Cora slipped further and further into the idea, into the sweet safety of subspace. Gasping, she tried again to rock her hips, to take his fingers deeper, to get anywhere close to relief from the tension that had seemingly wound it's way through her entire body. She felt stretched thin, and not from the restraints that kept her suspended, but from her overwhelming lust, from needing, but being too proud to beg. Or maybe not too proud. Maybe it was that she was nervous that begging might make him walk them back further, and all she could focus on was moving forward, of getting closer. 

Nearly panting as his fingers worked, Cora nodded, less controlled than normal, desperation in her movement. "Yes, Sir. I'll be good, Sir." There was an edge to her voice, right on the line of a whine, but not wanting the almost painful arousal to be mistaken for impatience or a demand. Being unable to touch him left her feeling like she was stuck in a web, somewhere between the strands of powerless and in awe of the depth of her submission to him. 

As his fingers strummed against her clit, she moaned, her noises coming out closer to desperate little mewls, doing her best not to rock her hips too hard against the motion, wanting to be perfect for him. He'd said it himself - he controlled the pace here, he dictated her pleasure, and she was trying her best to hold true to that. His fingers were pushing her closer and closer, until they weren't and she almost regretted not taking more when his fingers were suddenly gone, pulling a pitiful whine from her. 

She was greedy in the way she moved then, licking her lips before her tongue darted out against his digits. Just like a kitten, she lapped at the mess she'd left on his fingers, eagerly cleaning them of her juices, letting out a hum at her own flavor. Did it make her a narcissist, the fact that she'd always enjoyed her own taste? And then she moved a step further, wrapping her lips back around his fingers, her eyes wide and doe-like as they held his, sucking gently as she swirled her tongue around his fingers. 

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That faraway look in her eyes, that dazed expression of complete and utter submission, of devotion, it made her so unbelievably beautiful to him. Though she had unofficially been his for a while now, and though their relationship had been cemented in the car earlier that evening, this was the moment everything clicked. She had never been more his than she was in this exact moment.

At her words, those two fingers buried deep inside her dripping centre, he leaned in closer, his eyes deepening noticeably, the fingers on her jaw tightening. "That's right, kitten." His words were slightly hushed, heated, coated in the intensity of his need to own her, to possess her. "Only mine." His fingers withdrew before sliding back inside her, pace slow and controlled.

He gave her another couple pumps of his fingers, indulging her need for contact, burying her mind deeper before drawing back enough to settled his fingers at her clit. "And you're going to be a very good girl for me, aren't you, my pet?" He circled the sensitive little nub, using her slickness as lube to glide effortlessly around it, teasing her, encouraging the sweet moans he'd come to adore. He let her arousal coat his fingers, let it grow, her breaths deepening markedly, and then he drew them away. Lifting his hand, he presented it to her, brushing his soaked fingers against her lips in offering. "Go ahead, kitten. Lick them clean."

Patience was not her strength, and Cora knew that this was the area she was most likely to disappoint in. With every second, her need only grew, and the frustration that came with it had her wanting to lash out, to make demands, to indulge every ounce of bratty behavior she knew she possessed. At the same time, she obviously wouldn't dare. This was not a world where she'd forgotten her place, even if her mind was slowly melting, even as his words reminded her of it. She wasn't disillusioned enough to think she held any of the control here. As his words hit her, as his hands moved down her torso, and her body reacted, shivering, gasping, whining, such a silly little thought never would have occurred to her. 

His fingers grazed her, and she gasped, her hips jerking, as if she might be able to get just a little more from him before his hand was moving again. It had already been close to too much before he'd touched her, but now she felt herself short circuiting, her fingers grasping at air, as if there was any chance of getting to him. If this wasn't complete control of her mind and body, Cora wasn't sure what was. At least she was fulfilling her submissive duties, one way or another. 

The rough touch against her clit made Cora cry out, her hips jerking again, followed by a pitiful little whimper when his touch returned to something soft. Her lower lip jutted out into a pout, she bit back a whimper, and was strongly considering leaning in to her bratty nature. There were plenty of smart little comments she could think to make. But then, of course, Declan said arguably the hottest thing anyone had ever said to her. Maybe the hottest thing anyone had ever said in the entirety of human existence. And the shreds of resistance that had stuck to her melted off. 

Gasping as his fingers slid within her, her eyes went wide as they hooked on his, nodding. Clearly he didn't need her validation, clearly she was beyond wrapped up in him. Still, she spoke, her words carrying the cadence of someone under a spell, assuring him, "I'm all yours, Master." 

[thearcherbrothersx]

Was he being gentle with her? Yes. Absolutely. No doubt about it. With a more experienced submissive, or at least one he was more familiar with, he would not have checked in. He wouldn't have needed to. But at the same time it wasn't about Cora specifically. It was about his own comfort. He had absolutely no qualms about beating her black and blue - in fact he revelled in the prospect - and just as he hadn't held back (much) when he fucked her throat raw, he would continue to give her what he thought she could handle.

Given her previous hesitance, however, he refused to move too fast with the restraints. It didn't mean the end result would be any different; only that he would not overwhelm her in the process. He understood her meaning just fine though, only letting one brow inch a little higher than the other, a slightly wry smile tugging at his lips. "Mm, I see," he said first, as though her admission was no big deal and she'd just told him she preferred strawberry ice cream to vanilla. "Let me be very, very clear..." his tone was a little firmer than before, one hand drifting from her neck down her front, "I dictate your experience in this room." It was a fact, and he said it as such.

"I decide the pace." His fingers ventured lower, down the flat surface of her stomach. "So while I care greatly for your comfort, when I take it slow with you, it's not because I'm being careful with you, my sweet pet, or because I doubt your desires -" His hand found the drenched folds between her legs, obviously unsurprised by the state of her, and he slipped a few fingers between them, coating himself in her slickness and grazing her clit in the process. "- It's because I want to be in complete control of you. Mind and body."

His fingers slid up and began gliding back and forth veeery slowly over the sensitive little bundle of nerves. "Your pleasure." He gave her a pleased little smile, the sadist within lurking in the shadow of his eyes. "Your pain." He squeezed her clit harshly before he went back to caressing it. "And everything in between." The fingers of his other hand remained on her jaw, his eyes locked on hers. "You're mine, kitten - and I refuse to share you." His two fingers dipped inside her cunt then. "Even with your demons."

She'd meant what she said - Cora didn't want Declan to hold back with her. Why would she? How could she possibly learn anything if he did? That didn't mean there wouldn't be a learning curve, that she wouldn't have to adjust here and there. And no matter how far in or out of her comfort zone she journeyed, she'd always want affection, she'd always find an excuse to be a little bit softer with him than he was likely used to.

She greedily leaned into his kiss, nipping at his lower lip softly, then giving him a sheepish grin as he complimented her. "It feels good." And it did. Though, at the same time, Cora could sense it happening. It was something that people liked to do with her, and she'd mentioned it to him before - kid gloves. She couldn't blame him. In fact, it was sweet, after what had happened earlier, for him to be moving slowly, to be handling her carefully.

"I'm okay. You don't need to..." Glancing down between them, she hoped he wouldn't take this the wrong way. She wasn't trying to say that he was being too gentle with her. She really did just want to reassure him that she was okay. "I'm good. I want this. I want you." Her cheeks flushed red, but still, she looked back up, catching his eyes. "I want you so bad it hurts, Sir."

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She was way out of her comfort zone, his beautiful redhead. Even if she hadn't told him, he'd know that much. Uncertain and yet trusting him enough to breathe her way through it, just as he'd instructed her to do. His fingers lingered on her skin a moment longer as she nuzzled into the touch, allowing it to bring her a small bit of comfort. Strange, possibly, that this was the very same girl who'd told him just earlier that day not to hold back. But then, she hadn't really known what she'd been asking for.

Declan watched her as the rope tightened and her arms gradually straightened above her, lengthening her body before his eyes. When she was almost stretched he moved to the wall and fastened the rope there, tugging her arms the final little bit of the way as he locked the rope in place.

Then he returned to her, fingers slipping up her neck to cradle her features gently, and then he delivered a kiss to her lips. He lingered there for a moment, letting her feel him, letting her mind reacquaint itself with him through touch, before drawing back to look into her eyes. "You look beautiful, kitten," he told her softly then. "How does it feel?"

The knot in her stomach continued to twist, a churning feeling that left her grateful for his gentle reminder. She found it easier to breathe as she met his gaze. There was something in holding his eyes with her own that helped her stay right where they were, instead of getting too far ahead of herself. Her eyes didn't break from his until her arms began to move.

It was fine. This was fine. This was easy. That's what she was telling herself, at least. She took a chance, nuzzling into his hand, sighing softly at the contact. She was desperate for his touch, drinking it in however she could get it. Taking a deep breath in, she tried to brush off her nerves, straightening her posture slightly. Keeping her trained on him, she let the breath out, following the motion of the ropes.

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Declan's lips twitched with mild amusement at her little quip, tugging gently at the knot to make sure it was up to his usual standards. "Do I strike you as a boy scout?" He queried, letting that same sliver of humour slip into his tone. True, no one could fault his still at this point; Declan never did anything half-assed, and he'd had quite a few years of practice with... knots, so to speak.

He led her gently across the room to the bench, and when she did as bidden, he reached out and caressed the turn of her jaw gently; unspoken praise, before he loosened the rope around his hand, and then he took a few steps back and tossed the length of rope upwards. It caught on a hook in the ceiling right above her. "Remember to breathe," he reminded her gently, his attentive gaze meeting hers. And then, ever so gently, he began pulling on the rope, drawing her wrists up above her head.

He was - was he? - flirting with her. By any other standard, it wouldn't be considered that, but on the unofficial Declan Archer scale that she'd created, he definitely was. That was almost more exciting than this little adventure they were embarking on. And it seemed to be just what she needed, Cora melting into the feeling of giving in. Those walls she'd felt before, her mental blocks, were shifting again, creating space to let him in.

Cora went with his motions, no resistance to be found as he looped the rope through the rings, just watching. She couldn't help but tease gently, "Were you a Boy Scout?" While she didn't have an extensive knowledge of knots, she knew enough to know his were solid, impressive. Which wasn't a surprise. After all, he was a Master of his own universe, wasn't he?

Her stomach twisted into a knot of anticipation, following him to the bench. It was curious, the way giving control over to him turned her on, the way she could feel the already soaked wetness grow further, dripping down her inner thighs. Doing as he said, she took her place on the bench, kneeling, her breath catching a little, curious but waiting instead of voicing one of the million thoughts in her head.

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At her earnest declaration, Declan let out a measured breath and gave her a tiny smile. "Then breathe into it, angel." He did know that he and Cora would have to walk a slow and winding path together, building trust and somehow working their way through the obstacles left behind by her father. He very much expected that some would require more work than others. For instance, he knew that something like complete sensory deprivation was probably months away, if not years.

He smiled to himself, his back turned to her as she spoke. "I know, kitten." This time, his tone was definitely playful, almost flirty, and he glanced back at her over his shoulder, just far enough for her to peek at the subtly amused smile on his lips.

At her assurance, Declan dipped his head and brushed his lips against the slope of her shoulder. "Good girl," he spoke quietly into her ear before he began.

Declan's movements were methodical, sliding rope through the D-ring of her right wrist cuff. Then he moved around her, took her left wrist and tied his first knot, connecting her wrists at her front by a small noose. He wrapped the remaining rope around his wrist a few times and the took a step backwards, pulling her with him by that tether. And then he continued walking, guiding her with him until he stopped before a padded bench high enough to sit on. "I'd like you to kneel right her," he gestured to the bench, "knees hip width apart."

She did trust him, not that Cora could say it right then and there - it would seem forced, disingenuous. Instead, she gave him a soft smile, burying her questions. Trusting the process. Going with the flow. More importantly, believing that he wouldn't do her any harm. She knew that, but she was still getting used to the idea. It wasn't worth getting into. Not right now. It all stemmed back to the same place - her dad. And she was sick of talking about him tonight. Instead, her voice was soft, earnest, "I want you to take me beyond that point. I do."

Closing her eyes, she let her focus fall to the way his fingers moved over her skin, made her cunt throb with need. Whatever it took to get relief, she'd do it. Or rather, she'd try, because as soon as he was putting space between them, she pulled a frown. "Telling me not to do it just makes me want to do it more." She let out a flustered little huff of air, before taking another deep breath, eyes fluttering open, cutting him a grin.

She could appreciate the humor in his words, even if it was barely there. It helped, the playful feeling that came with it. It helped her give in to him, to feel comfortable. Which really was perfect timing. His question sent a shiver down the length of her spine, made her feel like prey in the grasp of a predator. Still, she found herself nodding as she said, "Yes, Sir."

[thearcherbrothersx]

It was certainly fortunate that Declan was equipped with a fair amount of patience. Enough so that when she started on a second question, he only offered her the slightest upwards tilt of his lips; a hint of a smile, accompanied solidly by the gentle look in his eyes as he looked at her. This was not about his dominance or his need for control, in fact it had very little to do with what he wanted at all. If Cora had doubts, he had to wonder whether her trust in him was as unwavering as he'd hoped.

She stopped herself this time, however, and Declan's tiny smile grew a little with somewhat fond amusement. "My darling," he began, hand shifting to tuck a bit of hair behind her ear, "your nerves are not uncommon. In fact," the tips of his fingers grazed the spine of her ear, "sometimes they even serve a purpose." His fingers continued below her hair, grazing the leather of her collar. "But none of that matters, if you won't trust me to take you beyond that point."

He gave a slight nod of his head when she gave him the colour green then, and he leaned in to place a kiss on her forehead. "Good." Then he drew back, slowly detangling himself from her. "Now, no fidgeting." He gave her a slightly reprimanding look, just a hint of humour at the edge of it, well aware of how her nervous energy usually presented itself. And then he took a step back before turning to head to one of the closets. When he returned, he stepped up behind her, rope slung over his shoulder. He placed a hand on either of her upper arms, trailing them down to the cuffs at her wrists. "Are you ready, angel?"

Cora nodded as he spoke. It seemed obvious enough, she almost felt silly for asking. But the further they went into this, resistance only seemed natural. After all, it was one thing to talk about giving him full control of her. It was another to actually do it, and that thought was just a little bit intimidating. She knew he could probably read it on her, given the careful way he touched her, the look he gave her. Her eyes dropped, following the motion of his hand along her chest, shivering, her peaks of her breasts tightening at the desire that rolled over her.

"And..." She stopped herself before her next question. "Sorry. I'm doing that thing - where I'm a little nervous and I'm gonna start running my mouth." Sucking in a deep breath, she let it out, trying to re-center herself. She could do this. She trusted him. More importantly, he was actually worthy of the trust she placed in him. Tilting her head, she thought it over, and like a normal human replied, "Green."

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Declan's palms slid up Cora's calves as he legs parted, a subtle little expression of his satisfaction with her compliance. Her question didn't bring him pause, almost like he'd expected it all along, like he'd only been waiting for it. He gave a subtle smile. "They're for my pleasure," he told her first. His palms continued up her legs to the back of her knees, before following the curve along the back of her thighs. "And yours."

He moved to stand, his hands wandering up the sides of her body before coming to a stop right above her waist, thumbs pressing into the soft skin beneath her breasts. "Cuffs are gentler on your skin than ropes," he explained, "but for the most part, they serve the same purpose." One hand lifted to cup her jaw gently, his eyes meeting hers, letting the steadiness, the curious mixture of warmth and complete self-control in his assuage her worries. "They give me full control of your body. And also allow me to free your mind, angel," he explained then, his thumb brushing over her cheek in a gentle caress. "You won't have to hold yourself back, won't have to think about what your body does, as you won't be able to move - even if you try. These..." The hand on her body shifted to take her wrist gently, his thumb brushing over the leather cuff, "help you be a good girl for me." He was quiet for a beat, contemplating. Then finally said "Give me a colour."

She kept quiet, kept still, despite the challenge that presented for her. Cora could feel herself losing control, her need steadily growing into this desperate thing inside her chest that was trying like hell to claw it's way out. It could only manifest in the somewhat distressed expression that crossed her face, and a whine, low in her throat, when he withdrew his touch. Keeping her gaze on him, she watched his every move, her curiosity growing at the sight of cuffs. She kept quiet as the first went on, then the second, the only sound she made was a content sigh at the brush of his fingers. But when he crouched before her, Cora tilted her head. She did as she was told, almost thoughtlessly, spreading her legs. Her throat still hurt, her voice still raspy as she asked, "These are for... what, exactly, Sir?" Sure, it felt like an obvious answer and she knew she was just supposed to trust him, just let him do what he would, but there was a nagging worry at the back of her brain, the kind that wouldn't let someone, anyone, just tie her up without understanding why. And while she'd been tied with scarves and ropes and things like that before, the cuffs were new. She didn't want to offend him, so she offered softly, "This is a first for me."

[thearcherbrothersx]

The grin she gave him this time didn't feel out of place whatsoever; it felt just right, it felt like Cora, his submissive, his pet. It felt like devotion, her way of showing him her happiness, her glee at pleasing him, and her desire to keep doing exactly that. And so he offered her a smile in return. Significantly smaller, of course, but by his standards, still a smile.

His lips made a little twitch when she gasped, pulling into a tiny wry smile, a flicker of pleased amusement in his eyes, and then she obeyed. His hand followed her up, guiding her on her way to her feet. She stood quietly, eyes swimming with need, and Declan let out a measured breath. "Good girl," he told her softly before withdrawing his hand. "Now keep still."

And with that, he left her again, this time to locate a set of cuffs. He placed two of them behind him at a nearby surface, and then returned to her with the other two. One, he laid over his shoulder, and then he took her right wrist. Methodically, calmly, Declan wrapped one soft leather cuff around her wrist before gently putting her hand back at her side. Then he did the exact same to her left wrist. There was a fond brush of his fingers up her jaw, his eyes locked on hers for a moment, before he left her again. He returned with the two other cuffs, and crouched down to settle those around each of her ankles, before placing a kiss right above her knee. "Spread your legs for me, kitten."

Cora shimmied a little on her knees, settling herself back down, trying, and failing, not to hit her bruised bottom against her feet. No such luck, as evidenced by the wince and small hiss she let out. It was forgotten easily enough when he replied, Cora grinning up at him. She loved the praise he sprinkled on her when they were like this, loved the idea of pleasing him. So focused on how bubbly and happy she felt she nearly missed that look in his eyes, but not quite.

The way he was looking at her was dark, deep, intense. She let out a gasp as he tipped her head back, doing nothing but gazing at him. Her smile faded, and her expression filled with pure lust. Her eyes were warm, almost golden, like honey. It took restraint to just stand, not to reach out for him, or pull him closer or the million of other things she wanted to do with him at this very second. She stood, one hand twitching at her side, inhaling and exhaling quietly, waiting for his next move.

[thearcherbrothersx]

Her little whimper made him move in a little closer, taking the kiss just a little deeper. He could taste himself on her, could feel the slickness of her lips when he kissed her. It covered his own, so when he pulled back, withdrawing his hand as well, he swiped his thumb across his lips, removing the excess moisture from them while giving Cora a minute to do much the same. His own breathing evened out fairly quickly as he watched her from above, and he let out a superficial exhale of satisfaction.

When Cora finally spoke once more, obediently thanking him like she'd been taught to do, he gave her a low hum of recognition, his eyes somehow still intensely focused on her in spite of his recent orgasm. "Mm, you're welcome, angel," he replied then, tone soft with acknowledgement of her effort, yet tainted with just a hint of something heavier. He loved the way she sounded right now, like the abuse her voice had taken was evidence of her devotion to his pleasure, and it made his eyes darken a little; just enough for her to know that he was not done with her. He reached down, catching her chin firmly in his grasp, tipping her head back just a little further. He took a moment, just long enough to let the look of dominance in his eyes sink into her, to let the silence make an impression, and then, voice steady with command, he spoke: "Up."

She'd never hear it enough - My girl. Giving herself to him was one thing, sure, but him wanting her? There would never be enough of that, enough of him for her. It was that hunger, that need that pushed her to take it. To take his length over and over, disregarding the discomfort, the borderline pain that came with his use of her face. Until suddenly, he was buried deep in her throat, Cora's eyes stinging from the tears as she choked again, before catching her breath, evening out through her nose as she felt the sensation of him emptying his balls in her throat. 

God, he'd made her into such a mess, and she didn't even have time to wipe at her face before he was kissing her. He'd totally conquered her senses, he was everywhere all at once and all she could see, feel and taste. Whimpering against his mouth, she shivered at the feeling of his hand grazing down her neck. When her lips were finally released, Cora didn't move far, wasn't entirely sure she could move, or if she was totally rooted to the spot, waiting for whatever he had next for her. Catching her breath, she finally took the chance to wipe at the mess on her cheeks. Licking at her lips, clearing her throat, she took a couple of seconds to assess herself,  a slight rasp in her voice given the abuse her throat had just taken, telling him softly, "Thank you, Sir." 

[thearcherbrothersx]

"That's my girl," Declan moaned through the heavy puffs of breath that fell from his lips as he fucked her throat, watching the way her skin bulged when he forced his way down, and then evening out as he retreated. The gorgeous redhead gagged and sputtered, a mess of spit and precum running down her chin as he used her, abused her almost, and she'd never looked better.

His eyes didn't dare leave her, taking in every twitch of her body as he fucked her throat, the way tears streamed down her cheeks to join the mess on her chin. "Mm, you're taking it so well, kitten," he praised in between huffs of breath, It didn't take long at that point. She'd pushed him right to the brink before he even took over, so a this point it took only just over a dozen thrusts before he he stiffened. He yanked her to the root of his cock, her nose pressed to his groin. And then he groaned. His cock thickened, seemingly growing in her throat, and then it began pulsing, shooting ropes of thick cum inside her, fingers twitching as he breathed out two soft, appreciative "good girl"s in a row.

When he finished emptying his aching balls, he pulled her off his cock and as soon as she'd swallowed, he leaned down and took her lips in a deep kiss, his fist in her hair loosening to run down the back of her neck.

Cora was always learning, even in times that didn't seem particularly formative, times like these included, because as he encouraged her to keep working him, she learned that for Declan Archer she would push herself into new realms of physical discomfort without batting an eye. She'd do it, and she'd enjoy it, was doing it and enjoying it until suddenly his grip stiffened and the freedom that Cora had was suddenly gone.

At the same time, she didn't really need it, because once he'd snapped it up and started moving, she reveled in feeling of him using her. The only coherent sound she let out was an affirmative hum at his non-verbal safe words. After that, all she was capable of was gagging, choking, doing her best to keep her breathing right through her nose. It was difficult, messy, painful, but the fervor with which he fucked her face made her sit there and take it. If he wanted this, he'd have it, she'd make sure of that, even if it meant pushing through the pain and ignoring the tears that were beginning to run down her cheeks.

[thearcherbrothersx]

She was so impossibly sexy like this, on her knees with his entire length shoved down her throat. The need in her eyes, the devoted way she looked up at him, the little moan she emitted when he praised her. All of it worked to increase Declan's own arousal, blood rushing eagerly to the member in her throat. And then she made that second little choking sound, causing a subtle twitch of satisfaction on Declan's lips. It was his only little move, however, before he settled back into the role of recipient. He knew that, eventually, his other needs would override his desire to see her worship his cock, but he wasn't quite there yet.

For now he just enjoyed her work, letting her find her rhythm as she began to bob her head up and down his cock. His fingers twitched at the back of her head every time his cock went down her throat and her lips met his base, hugging the entire length of him like a perfectly fitted sleeve. She sped up her pace, and Declan let out a low groan of pleasure. "Mmm, that's good, angel. You're doing so well." His words were low, laced with the heat of desire and something else; tension, just a hint of restraint as his pleasure built and the urge to take control grew more powerful.

"Faster, my darling, show me you deserve my cock in that pretty little mouth," he tacked on once her movements fell into a smooth and steady pace, his fingers tightening just a little further in her hair, curling them around auburn locks to the point where she'd now feel a pull at her scalp. Her efforts were praised with a slightly hissed "Yeees," his eyes closing for a moment as she did as directed, hitting a pace that would have her working rather hard to please him, forcing her to push herself. His head dipped back just slightly with a heavy, rougher exhale. "Exactly like that, kitten. Keep it up. Don't slow down."

Her little oral fixation wasn't a well kept secret. Really if anyone spent more than half an hour with her and paid closed attention, they'd be able to spot it. Yes, she'd nip, kiss, lick, suck at his fingers because of it. But in the here-and-now, on her knees for him, it was about something a bit deeper than that. This was a chance to worship at his altar, to show him just how devoted she could be.

His groan made her stomach flip and her heart speed up. Cora could feel the heat between her legs growing, her arousal dripping down her thighs, as his fingers toyed in her hair. It was a dizzying combination, the feel of him snug in her throat, his words, his voice, his hands. It was enough to make her moan around him. Then he was pressing forward, and the shift made her throat constrict, forcing another small choking sound out of her.

Not that she minded. A little choking never hurt, not her at least. With some careful breathing, it was easier to adjust to him. She began to move, slow at first, but her pace quickening, letting her mouth glide back to his tip, then back to his base, fucking him with her throat.

[thearcherbrothersx]

Declan's eyes didn't leave Cora for even a moment as she continued working her way down his length. He was not a small man, as she already knew, so he let her take her time, let her enjoy every inch as it disappeared into the hot softness of her mouth. It was easy enough to tell that his girl was enjoying herself on her knees with his cock filling her mouth, but then, based on the way she usually wrapped her lips around his fingers any chance she got, he wasn't surprised.

When the tip of his cock met the back of Cora's mouth, and she gagged, Declan's fingers twitched again, tightening ever so slightly as his eyes closed and he emitted a low groan of pleasure. "Good girl," he breathed, fingertips brushing her scalp in a soft, appreciate caress as his eyes opened once more to look down at her. He watched as she managed to force that last inch down the narrow passage of her throat, calm and steady as he patiently allowed her the time she needed to take all of him. "Thaaat's it, kitten, every inch, keep going," he encouraged, praising her efforts. When she stilled, throat impaled on his cock, his thighs tensed, hips shifting forward to push himself just a little bit further in, pressing his pelvis against her lips, wanting to hear that soft little choking sound again.

She was all but purring, a slight hum in her throat, pleased by the sound of his praise. Cora wanted more of that, wanted to know that she was doing her job, taking care of him, making him feel good, serving at his pleasure. The feeling of his hand in her hair was a good indicator, especially that twitch in his fingers.

She worked slowly, not wanting to rush this, wanting to enjoy the feeling of his perfect cock sliding deeper into her mouth. She also really just wanted him to feel even close to a piece of all the need he made her feel. Allowing her hands to land against his thighs, she braced herself lightly, keeping herself steady as she moved further down. There was a soft, slight choking, and then finally she'd engulfed him, taking him deep in her throat.

[thearcherbrothersx]

For once, and for what was probably a fairly limited amount of time, Declan was giving Cora free to rein to play. All the while, watching her, the intensity of his gaze fully zeroed in on the way her naughty little mouth moved along his length, the way her hands gripped him. Her first kiss press of lips near the base made his lips twitch, and then he just watched, chest rising and falling with deeper breaths, until her mouth finally covered him.

At that point, Declan's fingers in her hair curled gently, not enough to provide pressure or direction, not enough to grip or pull, but just enough to let her feel its presence as she worked her way down his length. "That's my good girl," he praised, Declan's gaze darkening as he watched her, his lips slightly parted to let deeper breaths escape. "Keep going." His fingers twitched against her scalp for a moment. "Deeper, pet."

If she were a different woman, a different submissive, then perhaps she would apologize for that. Maybe she would even go so far as to ask again, tack a pretty please on the end, and then start. But once it became clear that he was going to let her slide on this one, that he'd given her permission, there simply wasn't time. Her chin was released and for a moment she kept completely still. Show him what she could do? That was a yummy thought. But first she had to decide just where to start.

Delicate fingers gripped his length, her dark gaze, dripping with lust, met his. Cora run her tongue over her lips slowly, before telling him softly, "Thank you." Because, of course, even if she might forget sometimes, right then and there she very much knew her place. The formalities aside, she knelt toward him, moving her hand up toward the head of his cock, as she tilted her head, dipping her lips to brush against the base of his cock, just above his balls.

The fingers gripping him held firmly just beneath his head, as she allowed the soft, wet, warm velvet of her pretty pink tongue to glide from his base. Up, and up, until at the perfect moment, she released her grip, and allowed her lips to wrap around his head. Sucking, she kept a gentle pressure going, as her tongue teased against his tip. She was languid, lazy in her movements, enjoying herself as she took more and more of him into her mouth.