The Parley by Kyrah Jade Kayles, the BlueMyst
Contact: codemuffin@gmail.com
Written: December 22, 2004
Story codes: MF, nc

For N. & R., with love

"We yield on parley, but are stormed in vain." -- Dryden

"Be gentle." 

He smiled. Of course he would be gentle. There would be time for pain, 
time for punishment, but now it was only the parley, an opening match, 
a conference. He loved this phase. He could flesh out a woman's details, from 
the texture of her hair, to the special spot that turned her on immediately. 
This woman in particular was especially lovely. She was beautiful, willing,
and most importantly, a challenge. To call this a true parley would be
incorrect. Nicolette was a challenge, but her body wouldn't be an enemy to him 
for very much longer. He gazed at her body openly, undressing her with his eyes. She was all curves, with a healthy build that he didn't see as often these days in women. Some he ran across seemed to devote all their time to starving themselves, an action that disgusted him. Yet Nicolette wasn't like that. 

Time to begin negotiation.

"Gentle, my dear? Of course, for now. I would not dare push one hair out of place on your delicate form. However, you cannot move slow forever." He stretched, staring her down. He moved to sit down, looking at her all the while. Nicolette was wearing a long sleeved blue shirt, with khaki pants. How cute, Rob thought to himself. "Why don't you get out of those bedsheets? They would look nicer...without you in them." He paused, watching her stand definitely before him, not a muscle moved out of place. He kept calm. This was still mere parley, after all. It was a game, and he would win, in the end. He took his time. His voice rose in sharpness, "Remove them."
Nicolette cringed. There was a coldness in his voice that didn't ask, but ordered. She figured that this voice got its way often. She began removing her clothes, leaving Rob to watch her two round, succulent breasts. They were larger than he estimated; this woman obviously attempted to keep them under control and well hidden. He licked his lips as she moved to take off her pants, the material sliding easily over her soft, rounded ass. She set her pants aside carefully, then unhooked and removed her bra. She pushed it over to the pile where her other clothes convened quietly. He held his hand up, stopping her from removing her pants. "No, removing your panties is a pleasure I reserve for myself." He pointed at a hard oak cube off against the wall. "Sit on top of that, please." He watched her move to sit down and took off his shirt and trousers, thinking it only fair. He chuckled; her eyes went straight to his cock, then to his eyes. "Don't worry, you'll be on better terms with my cock very soon." 

He reached down to remove her panties, his hand brushing the soft skin of her stomach. She shivered visibly, and he saw spots of moisture on her panties. "Mmm, I love to see that you're as excited as I am. That is, you are excited, aren't you?" When she refused to give an answer, he laughed and lifted her up, fully removing her panties. He was beginning to grow incensed. His British accent accentuated this greatly. "Look, if you don't want this, speak up now. You haven't said no to me yet. If you didn't come here to get fucked, what precisely did you come here for?" He had slipped out of his boxers at this point, his cock already hard. It sat just inches from her pussy, and Nicolette knew all too well the short distance. Nicolette's eyes looked at it, and she moved to grasp Rob's cock gently, placing it at the opening of her moist, slick pussy. Rob moaned loudly, the sensation derived from the throbbing tip of his cock right against her slit, drove him crazy with lust. The fact her juices flowed so freely and easily at this point did little to change the tension in his groin. He pushed inside her quickly, burying his length inside her. Both of them moaned in satisfaction. Rob wasn't finished yet. He reached behind Nicolette, using her round ass for leverage as he began thrusting quickly, all his concentration centered on getting as deep inside Nicolette as he could. She became just as animated, feeling her body rapidly advance toward that sweet goal of climax. "Mmm, you feel so good inside me, it's like you were meant to fit here all along." She arched her back slightly, her breasts jutting out more than usual, the nipples stiff from arousal. "Play with them, my dear. Pinch them, pull them, it's all the same to me." He saw her place her hands on her breasts, her fingers rolling her nipples around a few times before pinching them hard, wincing at the change in pressure.  Rob pumped wildly , switching from a fast rhythm to a deliberately slow tempo that made Nicolette moan in absolute pleasure. She could feel every slight push Rob made, the throbbing pulse of his cock, and the ever-present need building inside her. She was well on her way to orgasm, but needed something else. Rob's slow motions didn't help to soothe her needs, it only made them worse. Her orgasm was still out of reach. She howled in frustration. "Fuck me, fuck me! Faster, faster, please ...I need it!" 

Rob sped up, but only slightly; to Nicolette, it still felt like someone had flipped a bottle of ketchup upside down and was watching the contents settle. He whispered breathlessly, almost unable to form the words, "Will you do anything for an orgasm?" 

"Anything!" , said Nicolette, the words coming out raspy and breathless. 

"Allow me to do as I wish?" inquired Rob.

"Yes! Yes! Whatever you do, just let me cum!" shouted Nicolette.

Rob was losing himself. Sweat covered his body, beats of the stuff decorating his forehead like a crown. He stopped for a moment, pulled her forward slightly, and without ceremony slipped a long finger inside the frustrated woman's ass. He pressed himself deeply inside Nicolette, his cock fully buried inside Nicolette. He couldn't last too much longer, as Nicolette was tightening her muscles around his cock, milking it. It was obvious to him that she wanted him to cum as badly as he wanted her to. Rob exploded, his hot seed filling Nicolette, his hips bucking, pumping his cock in and out of Nicolette rapidly as he lost control. His moans filled the room, with Nicolette not too far behind him. The stimulation derived from his finger lodged in her ass drove Nicolette over the edge. Her intense orgasm left her hips rocking wildly back and forth, her thighs covered with little rivers of their shared climax. Rob pulled her close, pleased with the first leg of this journey. He had confronted the enemy, gone into battle, and forced surrender. A very productive parley, he thought. He looked down to Nicolette, and flashed her his classic smile. Yes, this was a keeper, he thought. The only question left was how far he could go...

The End
