Title: Dangerous Games
Summary: They discovered they had one thing in common at least; they both loved games; cat-and-mouse games. They both also loved to win. Erotic smut-filled drabbles of little 'games' Frollo and Esmeralda seem to just adore. Frollo/Esmeralda
Genre: Romance/Humor
Rated: M for lemon, kinky themes (purr) and language
A/N: Yes, it's me resurrected from the dead. I know it's been ages since I wrote something or continued one of my stories. This is a little fun thing I was hoping to write and I thank Christine J for her lovely story and constant encouragement that inspired me to write this.
Cat and Mouse
He's not here, he's not here, Esmeralda reassured herself repeatedly in her head as she flitted stealthily through the eerily silent palace halls. Her footsteps were light, nearly inaudible as they padded on the marble floors. Her rambunctious curls whipped around wildly as she swung her left and right, checking her surroundings. Ensuring no one, especially a certain someone was anywhere nearby to attack her. Her green eyes narrowed. The corridors didn't have any of the usual hustle-bustle of servants going in and out, cleaning rooms or guards patrolling the area. It was dead quiet. Too quiet.
Never a good sign.
Moving cautiously, relieved that each light step she took did not echo through the corridor. She sent up a little prayer of thanks to the Heavens for her graceful dancer feet. She took off in a silent limber glide, darting down the hallways. A quick little mouse. A mouse that hoped to return safely to its mouse hole before encountering its eternal foe and predator; the cat. Esmeralda groaned, she hoped her predator and foe was nowhere in this section of the palace. This particular cat was sly, sneaky and calculatingly intelligent. The mouse would need to prick up its ears, work its brain and rely on its deeply rooted evading instincts to escape this cat.
She continued to scurry through the halls until her ears detected a distinct laugh.
A thundering, sinister baritone of a laugh.
The gypsy stiffened. Her head turned so quickly left and right to find the owner of that distinguished devious chuckle, she nearly gave herself whiplash. Her eyes widened. The corridors, no matter how hard she squinted, were completely empty. Why, the only activity that permeated the spacious hallways were the dust particles swaying in the air and the gypsy breathing erratically, hoping to calm the nearly quaking palpitation of her heart.
That laugh can't just come out of thin air. Esmeralda reasoned. However, given the circumstances, it was as if that statement was true. She pressed herself, back first, flat against the wall. Clopin, her educator in the many ways to evade predators, told her the most foolproof and only method one uses when one's unarmed and has no idea where your predator is, was to keep as close as one possibly can to the walls. Esmeralda stuck to that idea. She continued to inch sideways, her back glued to the wall, her ears kept open all the while.
Her sharp vision scanned the left side of the hallway and the doors the hallway opened to. All of them were vacant and untouched. Strange. Where could her predator be now? So engrossed she was in looking left, right and in front of her, Esmeralda forgot to guard her most vulnerable point; what was behind her. The minute she felt her back pressed up the solid dark polished wood of a door, it opened and immediately she felt two strong, mighty hands pull her into a room before slamming said door shut!
The gypsy instinctively squealed in frightened shock until a large, smooth hand clamped over her mouth tightly. Another hand had twisted her arm back and kept her from struggling free. She was caught! The mouse was now in the cat's cunning claws. Her fate really depended on whether or not the cat was in a merciful mood today.
"Hmm, you evaded me for approximately ten minutes. Pity, I expected more from a crafty little witch like you," That same chilling, resonant baritone purred in her ear in mock-disappointment. Esmeralda's eyes narrowed in irritation. She tossed her head to shake off her captor's hand off her mouth.
"Don't mock me. You didn't play fair," She vainly struggled in her captor's vise-like grip. She managed to turn her head slightly to glare at him through her raging emerald eyes. "You were supposed to chase me, not sit on your idle little rear and wait for me to walk into your trap. Now I demand you let me go!" She writhed and twisted. It was no use; the cat had successfully pinned the mouse into submission. Her captor chuckled sinisterly with a touch of triumph at her defiant struggling. He bent down to bury his aquiline into the dense aromatic black forest, which was the gypsy's hair and inhaled deeply, sighing blissfully.
"I can infer someone's been thinking about my rear all day, hasn't she?" That remark being murmured into her hair sent blood rushing hotly into the gypsy's ears and cheeks. "And it's not called waiting idly for you to stumble into my trap, it's called waiting in the most appropriate place your prey might approach so one can," He breathed the next word so huskily, so breathily, the gypsy felt her knees weaken. "pounce on her." Esmeralda inhaled deeply as to not go completely limp in her predator's hands. His voice never failed to have such an effect on her ever since it first affected her in this manner. Well, here she was, trapped and held hostage.
That didn't mean she couldn't enjoy herself now, could she?
A bedeviling smile crossed her once indignant features as she arched backwards, pressing her round, pert backside into the crotch of his robe. This certainly got his attention. He yanked his face out of her hair and groaned at the intimate contact, pleasantly dumbstruck by her sudden wanton behavior. Still smirking evilly, the gypsy proceeded to gyrate her hips, intentionally grinding her perky behind into her captor's crotch. Her smirk grew victorious at feeling her predator react, particularly down there. A very prominent stiffening was now pressing up painfully hard against her writhing rear end.
Her captor, frustrated with these teasing actions and the havoc they were wreaking on his most delicate area, slid his hands down onto her hips and gripping them tightly, held her securely to his burgeoning crotch. He began to match her rhythmic grinding, rubbing the whole of his erection against the line that parted her juicy globes. He raggedly growled into her ear. "Harlot," He practically spat, grinding her harder. "You cannot get enough of this, can you?" The combination of his gruff, demanding voice against her ear and his stern grinding heightened the gypsy's naughty side. And it also greatly aroused her.
"Speak for yourself," She purred, enjoying how his stiff heat was digging so nicely into the soft curve of her backside. Her tone of voice took on a mocking air. "You're the dirty old man whom can't keep his hands-or crotch-off of me every night." Her captor visibly bristled and, growling like a feral wolf, he swept her up into his arms and after shoving her down hard on the solitary king-sized bed in the room, clambered over to pin her. Esmeralda yelped at the pain from being handled so roughly but at the same time, she whimpered in delight, feeling a numbing heat spread through her body. Her captor snickered darkly at her breathless appearance before proceeding to lick a long, sensuous trail up her sensitive neck. He nibbled lightly on her tender earlobe while purring. "My, my, you have a bold little mouth for someone whom has lost today's game. The penalty must be paid doubly harder then."
Esmeralda quivered in excitement. However, a tinge of fear traveled down her spine. As much as she adored her penalties-well, penalties her captor gave- she often feared them as well. Her captor had a sadistic streak within him that never failed to make her want to scurry into a corner and hide from him. Yet, his torturous penalties were now the highlights of her capture. Did that make her a masochist?
Maybe.
Surprising her, her captor got off her so he could salvage a few objects. She found this the perfect chance to slip away but he soon whipped around to keep her pinned with one of his most infamous, stone withering glares. She gulped at it and obediently remained lying on the bed. "Good girl." Her captor remarked, smugly watching her nearly cowering on the sheets. After a few more minutes, the gypsy's predator came forth, carrying scarves of a different vibrant hue. She raised an eyebrow; what did these common everyday handkerchiefs have to do with her penalty?
Her answer was soon granted.
The man loomed over her, ensuring she did not move a muscle with his commanding granite eyes before he fastened her wrists and ankles securely to each of the bedposts using the scarves. The gypsy's pupils dilated. Well, this certainly wasn't something she had expected!
"Why, you animal! This is undignified!" She protested, slithering and struggling, naively hoping the binds would break. Unfortunately, her captor had tied her down with such skillful knots that her efforts were in vain. He stood back a little, admiring his handiwork and laughing mockingly, enjoying her feeble attempts in releasing herself. He finally took pity on her and placed a calming hand on her arm before lowering his head to breathe hotly into her ear. "Now, now, my beautiful captive, let's not give ourselves an injury while trying helplessly to break free. You lost the game my dear…and must suffer the penalty. Believe me; I…and you will enjoy this." This silenced the gypsy but it did not wipe the scowl off her face. As much as she relished these penalties, she was not the type of woman whom enjoyed being tied down.
Her captor examined her with a self-satisfied smirk on his face. A peach blush had worked its way into her bronze cheeks due to her energy exerted from her struggling. Her skin was glistening from her efforts. A solitary bead of sweat trailing its way into her prominent cleavage made his tongue run unconsciously along his bottom lip. Shocking her, he bent down to lap up the salty trail hungrily. Esmeralda inhaled sharply. The gypsy whimpered. If this was the first form of punishment he had for her, she honestly saw no reason to complain.
Still, it hurt her pride to have him win this game, especially since it was a very simple game of cat-and-mouse. Esmeralda was a woman whom hated to lose. Oh, she couldn't wait till their next challenge when he lost. Then, she'd give him what for!
As for now, her captor had finished roving over his ravishing captive and was ready to administer the perfect penalty to her! A lecherous smirk had crossed over his face and Esmeralda watched in engrossed horror as her captor made quick work in parting his velvet robe with his spidery fingers, letting it fall onto the floor before pulling down his black leggings to reveal the stiff, throbbing towering length of his root. The gypsy's green eyes widened. What did her predator's depraved mind have in store for her this time?
"Now, darling, let's see if that bold little mouth of yours can be put to good use. Besides, I think it's time we tried something new," The prospect of a new form of torture sent a shiver of terror through the gypsy but also one of growing anticipation as well. She feared his constant need to dominate her but at the same time, she lived for it. Watching as he clambered atop the bed, slithering towards her vulnerable frame, seeing every taut and sinewy muscle underneath his moonlight skin flex and contract as he moved, Esmeralda could already feel the nagging wetness between her thighs intensify.
He lifted up her chin with his fingers and melded his dark lips passionately over his prey's juicy red ones. His tongue tempted her mouth open. Soon, their nimble oral appendages were locked in a fierce, fiery tango. The gypsy felt her whole body go limp at his skillful ministrations and nearly whimpered with protest, her eyes closed from the intensity when her captor pulled away, ensuring to nibble on her bottom lip before leaving her completely bereft.
When she finally opened her eyes, she nearly squealed in shock. Her captor's burgeoning manhood was looming above her face, his weeping, red tip precariously targeted above her succulent red lips. Instinctively, she attempted to squirm away, nearly forgetting she was fastened tightly to the bed frame. As if this wasn't shock enough, she soon grew conscious to the fact that there was a wet, warm wriggling sensation between her inner thighs. Her gaze followed the length of her captor's lean frame until she noticed a tousled, silver head between her legs. She gasped as the wriggling sensation grew more pronounced.
His lips were scorching as they kissed her hot, sensitive vaginal lips, so juicy and slippery. She whimpered, her lower half trying with all its might to grind closer against them. His tongue was darting out, striking unpredictably; a treacherous cobra as it ran itself its nimble tip all over the very tip of her pulsating bud. Esmeralda moaned out through gritted teeth as sparks of euphoria shot up her frame. Her captor smirked at this and, after giving her a very possessive kiss on her aching bundle of nerves, he reared up a little on his hands to look at her flushed, panting face. "Now, now my darling, it isn't fair that I'm doing all the work here," He chuckled darkly, lowering his nether region onto her mouth. "Open that beautiful mouth of yours right now…and get to work."
Esmeralda blinked anxiously at seeing his thick root so close in proximity with her mouth. She gulped. She was so hungry; practically ravenous for him. It had been a while since they had engaged in their many games. She was going to get as much as she could out of it, even if she had lost. She gently kissed the sensitive tip before she engulfed it in her warm mouth, swirling her tongue around his thickness. She licked his pre-cum obnoxiously like a starving kitten finally offered some cream for sustenance. Her own tongue play yielded pleasant results. Her captor reciprocated wholeheartedly with his own slithering tongue, prodding into her sticky slit and pressing it against her pulsating cherry.
If some unfortunate maid were to burst in and observe her master in such a compromising position with his captive, she would have fainted on the spot. Or possibly sneak back out of the bedchamber and masturbate alone on her pristine sheets, imagining herself to be her master's captive. For, Esmeralda could not deny, this was beyond amazing. She was writhing within her binds, sucking off her captor's engorged member desperately and wishing that right now, said member was not lodged in her mouth but in other, more yearning areas.
Cruelly, her captor withdrew completely away from her, lifting his silver head out from the depths of her sacred garden and pulling his cock out of her now filthy mouth. Esmeralda whined, grumbling at him for being such a horrible tease. The predator spun to face her, crawling up over her heaving, perspiring frame. His lecherous eyes flitted down to her heaving bosom that was barely held in by the skimpy lace trimmed neckline of her sheer peach chemise. His slender fingers cupped on of them, eliciting a longing whimper from the bound gypsy.
"What a naughty witch you are. So deliciously well-endowed yet you go prance around this palace in nothing more but a flimsy scrap of lace," With that, he gripped the dainty neckline in his grasping fingers and tore the whole nightgown off. Esmeralda shrieked in anger. That had been one of her favorites! "There, there darling. There's no need to kick up a fuss over this like some ill-bred brat," He leaned in to purr into her ear. "I'll buy you a hundred more designer nightgowns like these if you allow me to rip each and every one of them off your ravishing frame." This silenced her childish annoyance but she still scowled at him. She had coveted that peach chemise; it was what he gave her after she had won their last game.
He flung the tattered silk to the ground; he practically treated it like a filthy dishrag. After doing so, his attention was fully focused on his captor's body, or more accurately her naked, perfect breasts. They were juicily round and perky, fitting so appropriately in his large hands. The nipples were taut and sharp like rosy spikes. He licked her nectar, which he had earned during his oral session, off his lips and immediately bent down to tease the very sensitive tip of one of the erect buds. The gypsy inhaled sharply and arched upwards, coaxing him to take in more in his mouth.
The captor smiled at her response before continually flicking his tongue against her aching nipple before blowing hot air against it. Such a sensation sent flames coursing through her and awakening a demon within the gypsy's nether region. She moaned softly as the pleasant sticky soreness between her thighs deepened. Her captor chuckled at her reaction and continued to tease and torment her sharp buds, relishing the husky moans of his captive. He slid another hand up to cup her other heaving mound and rub her hard nipple in between his thumb and index finger. Esmeralda whimpered pitifully, arching as high as her bound wrists would allow her to rub her chest against his mouth. He raked his teeth across her rosebud, timing it accurately with pinching the other one hard. The gypsy was internally combusting. She lifted up her lower region to grind her sopping wet cavern against his muscular inner thigh.
"Ok, you've had your fun punishing me, you scoundrel. Now, get to business...or should I say pleasure?" Emboldened by her defiant request, especially from her supposedly submissive position, Esmeralda found it easy to purr out the last word. All the while, she continued to grind and rub her frustrated wet core against the firm muscles of his inner thigh and sighed in relief at the temporary pleasure she could get. Her captor seemed enraptured as well for he threw his head back and growled at the feel of her juicy wetness. His cock twitched, probably imagining hammering itself inside of her. However, thankfully, the blood that hadn't gone south to awaken his inner demon was still keeping his brain active. Smirking devilishly, her captor pushed his knee against her thigh before pressing the tip of his member against the opening of her slippery pussy.
He nearly withered with pleasure at feeling her heated velvety walls engulf the very tip of him. She was excruciatingly wet. Esmeralda noticed the blissful look on his face and her smile took on a Cheshire cat grin.
"Come on, Claude, I'm frustrated and you're horny. Just fuck me and get it over with." She decided to conveniently leave out how frustrated she was. Her weeping inside was itching dreadfully and only his cock could dole out the proper relief. Her captor looked up, taking in her challenging smirk and stiffened. Oh no! She was not working this to her advantage!
Feeling especially sadistic tonight, he then seized his thick member within his spindly fingers and guided to press up against his captive's sore, tiny pink nub. Esmeralda nearly screeched in euphoria; that had felt so good, it would almost be considered criminal. Smirking, her captor then began to stroke the barest edges of her opening with the tip of his massive appendage, skimming over her tortured bundle of nerves and massaging the beginnings of her silken wet walls. The gypsy felt all her blood rush downwards and engorge the entirety of her pink cavern, making her inner walls unbearably red and sopping wet. She was panting, writhing on the bed like a trapped, frustrated python.
She wanted more.
She needed more.
"Damn it, Claude," She bit out between desperate, lustful moans, trying her damndest to grind her aching slit against his engorged tip. Try as she might however, she could not get him to penetrate her at all. Whether she would be rid of this tormenting frustration was all up to him. Damn him for not only winning this blasted game but also for having the upper hand in this situation! Her conniving captor snickered at how desperate she was getting and, sliding his fingers down to diddle on her clit, he leaned in to whisper into her ear.
"Now darling, all this can be avoided and I will send you to the depths of ecstasy if you do one simple thing," He licked along the shell of her ear. Esmeralda whimpered and yipped like a needy puppy. "Beg. Beg me to take you like the frenzied harlot you are. Beg me and I shall show you the night of your life." Her green eyes widened incredulously.
She, Esmeralda, the gypsy dancer with a reputation for being a self-respecting, independent woman and would never worship the ground a man walked on, particularly this man and he had the audacity to order her to beg?
Who did he think she was? His dog that he was going to reward with a few leftover scraps? She had never begged a man before and she wasn't going to start now. She had far too much dignity. Her eyes flashed defiantly and she bit out a bitter 'No.' Her captor was badly taken aback by her defensive reply but soon chuckled darkly. With a most inhuman cool air about him, the man clambered off the bed and went to sit on a chair facing his tied up captive whom was shocked at this turn of events. Why that horrid bastard! How dare he just stop everything and leave her like this?
He could not restrain a fiendish laugh at watching her rant and rave over his arrogant, unfair mistreatment. Goodness, she looked even more ravishing in her rage. Her bronze cheeks were flushed and her voluminous, untamable curls were furiously tossed about. It all gave her the appearance of a fiery Amazon warrior princess and it did nothing more or less than arouse him further. As much as he would've liked to fuck the living daylights out of such a gorgeous captive, he had his pride after all. The last thing he wanted was to be her slave, her puppy dog that she could tame simply with a treat. She lost the game after all and, after turning away his merciful proposition, she could just lie there and face the consequences.
"Tsk, tsk, such unlawful words flying out of that bold mouth! Now, remember my dear, you brought this on yourself. You can save us both the trouble if you simply beg for me like the good little witch you are," He slyly winked at her to punctuate his speech before, with the wish to torture her further, wrapped his fingers around his burgeoning member and began to stroke up and down it. Esmeralda's eyes bulged at the sight. He was blatantly mocking her! She watched, mesmerized, as his spindly fingers roamed up and down on his impressive length, his fist pumping skillfully. She bit her lip, feeling her wetness trickle out at the very arousing sight. Oh, she so wanted to be that blasted hand of his. But, she was not going to beg for it.
Still, she would be lying if she denied that this whole shameless display of self-pleasure was driving her insane. Her mind was soon overwhelmed by sinful imagery of that deliciously thick cock slamming hard into her depths, stretching her tight pussy to its limits. She couldn't tear her eyes away from his hand motions. The way he gripped his cock and slid his fist down it; she imagined her pussy mimicking those motions.
She was at the brink of her abyss. Her captor was pushing her over the edge.
That disgustingly sexy self-satisfied smirk of his. Those ghastly beautiful slender hands all over his horrible burgeoning cock.
It was maddening!
"Alright!" She finally conceded, practically spitting the word out as thought it was a revolting taste in her mouth. Her eyes fell down; she didn't want to look at the look of ultimate triumph spread across his face. "P…p…please."
"Please what?" Her captor smirked smugly, satisfied at finally getting his stubborn little filly to break down. Esmeralda shot daggers at him with her vengeful gaze. Ooh, if she wasn't tied up right now, she'd go over there and claw his face off.
"Please… m…m…master," She struggled to get the words out. There, her dignity was compromised. He'd better make this all worth it. Her captor smugly got up and clambered back up onto the bed, adjusting himself so he could mount her swiftly. "That's a good girl…but I want you to beg me specifically. What exactly do you want me to do?"
Esmeralda was teetering on the verge of screaming her head off. This man was so bloody arrogant, full of himself, cocky…but he's the only one right now that could bring away from the brink of insanity. So, swallowing more of her immense pride, she snapped. "Please…shut your big fat mouth right now and fuck me! Please shove that fucking cock inside of me now! I can't take it anymore!"
Her captor growled, satisfied with her colorful begging and proceeded to fulfill her request. He lifted up her thighs as high as her bounds could allow before spreading them open to reveal her drenched cunt. Her thighs were coated with her nectar and he was not going to waste any more time. He inhaled deeply, bracing himself before slamming the whole ribbed length of his cock as hard as he could muster inside of her aching cunt.
It was ecstasy for both parties. Esmeralda threw her head back before a guttural scream of pleasure was torn from the bowels of her vocal chords. Her body was set in raging flames as she felt her captor rock in and out of her mercilessly, stretching her long neglected pussy. Finally, she was feeling that euphoria that she had longed for ever since her punishment started. Her captor was feeling just as intensely pleasured as his captive; her hot and slippery walls felt heavenly around his throbbing hard cock. She was also tantalizingly tight and every thrust he took deeply within her caused and intensified that hot friction between their rubbing genitals. He growled and, gripping her shoulders, adjusted their angle so he could press his large manhood against all her aching spots. Esmeralda bit into his shoulder, whimpering helplessly. He was scratching all her right itches.
"Ugh, harder," She moaned ecstatically, clenching her thighs as tightly around his waist. She bucked her hips in order to match his rough, rhythmic thrusts. Her captor chuckled menacingly before quickening his drives, panting heavily and groaning at feeling her soaking wet labia tightening around his thick root. Esmeralda moaned, wanting so badly to weave her hands into his now messily tousled silver hair as she bucked back at him with equal force. Her silken sticky cavern came closing down on his ribbed length and she gasped out a broken version of his name as her nectar flowed out in droves. Flushed by her delicious orgasm, she readied herself as her captor grew violent.
He leaned in, nibbling on the hot erogenous spot on her neck, pressing his hard chest against her precious milk load and rosy nipples, shoving more and more of his hungry cock inside of her pretty pink folds. Esmeralda grunted, lifting her hips, giving him more leverage as he massaged the whole of her sopping inside with his length, rubbing against all sore spots and sensational angles, bringing her again and again to euphoria.
"Harder!" She demanded, nearly giving herself a concussion when she threw her head back against the headboard. Her captor growled like the predator he was and gripping the sheets on either side of her head, he reared up and slammed into her even harder than ever imaginable. Esmeralda shamelessly let loose her animalistic screams of passion as his rutting hips banged against hers until the rough contact was almost audible. She watched as her predator tossed his head back, his silver hair flying and perspiration glistening from his efforts, as he howled his desperate pleasure to the heavens. He was a beast. A magnificent beast. Everything felt hellishly good. It must've been sinful to get this much pleasure in one night. But it wasn't enough, Esmeralda needed more.
"Harder, you scum!" She shrieked shamelessly, yearning so badly to wrap her legs around him but remembering she was tied down securely at the ankles.
"Insatiable harlot!" He countered, his thrusts now powerful enough to rock the bed along with them. She could already hear the headboard behind her banging and slamming against the wall behind it. Esmeralda bawled in gratification, clenching tightly around him even though he was still determinedly driving his ravenous cock inside of her, releasing more droves of her hot white cream. She was withering, writhing and slithering beneath him, enjoying how his juicy cock was wreaking havoc on every nerve in her shy place. She was on overload.
He knew he was approaching his threshold. He felt that familiar tightening in his groin that always indicated he couldn't take it any further. Mustering all his willpower, he held out long enough to shove his full ribbed length into her sopping pussy and search through her pubic curls to pinch her engorged clit hard.
She came undone.
Yanking on all her restraints, Esmeralda moaned out his name huskily and hoarsely; most of her orgasmic screams had taken its toll on her overworked voice box. Her eyes popped open at feeling her dripping wet slit clench onto her captor's juicy root like a vise. It was painful yet felt so damnably good! Again, another electrifying orgasm seized her, causing her release a final flood of her creamy nectar. Her captor bit his bottom lip savagely, growling in a most animalistic fashion as he felt his captive's silken cum trickle and engulf his cock before spurting out his own hot juices, filling her up to the brim.
Lethargic and more than completely satisfied, Esmeralda slumped downwards onto the mattress, relishing the pool of their combined body fluids she was swimming in. Her captor, whom had collapsed atop her, awoke unsteadily long enough to release her from her constricting bonds. Dizzily, she massaged her sore ankles and wrists, coaxing her blood to flow normally. Her captor expected a rattling diatribe of complaints about his unfairness in leaving her untied for hours but all she did was curl up submissively into his embrace on the bed.
He smirked; what a fun night this has been!
"I still don't love you…and you cheated," She grumbled tiredly, almost drifting off to sleep. Frollo chuckled at her rueful humor before pulling the soaked blankets over them and kissing her temple.
"Now, now darling, you know I never cheat. Besides, you just might win our next little game. I don't hope so…but perhaps, you just might. Goodnight, mon amour."
Esmeralda smirked after watching her husband close his eyes and start snoring peacefully.
Don't be so complacent, my dear husband. Who knows? Maybe next time, I'll be the one tying you to the bed.
A/N: Yes, yes, I know it's longwinded. But I love long sentences and vivid words. So, yeah, enjoy! Oh and read and review, please!