A/N-"Raspberry week request: Slavegirl roleplay please"
Here it is Anon; this was one of the more intriguing requests. Don't worry; Mal's getting his turn at subservient behaviors…
Mal is Captain of the Guard and comes home to Alina after a long day. She decides to make it up to him.
He kicks his boots against the door frame to free that packed snow with more force than necessary.
Alina stirs, groaning tiredly. From the pounding of his feet down the hall, she suspects he's in poor temperament.
She fidgets nervously when he enters the room with a clamorous shove to the door.
"How was patrol?" she asks softly, tucking her book to the side. He stares at her with stern silence, flopping onto their bed with a groan.
"checked some of the stations outside. Nothing unusual. Cold as death out there. Why again are we stranded out here in the woods?"
"To keep me from my husband. To hide me away from potential threats. If I remember correctly, "so no one can hear what I intend to do to you behind closed doors" was a reason you threw out there a lot." Her eyes sparkle behind her wry expression. "You know, that doesn't exactly make me feel safer." She nudges his shoulder with her foot.
"I put a lot of effort into serving you," he grumbles, "And keeping you safe. Don't accuse me of selfishness."
She sighs, rolling onto her back dramatically. He is missing the lilt in her voice, the way she rubs her thighs together, the slow rolling of her hips.
"Poor Mal," she whines sympathetically. He casts a glare at her smile, and turns away before she can see how it dissolves the grumpiness across his face, "no one's ever trying to serve you."
He rolls onto his side. "Don't mock me."
She brushes her fingers through his hair. "I would never." She replies teasingly. She places a hand on his shoulder, easing him onto his back. "I know what this is about. I suppose you want your turn."
He raises his brow at her with mild confusion. She straddles his hips with a smirk.
"Alina…" he begins cautiously.
"no, it's only fair. You deserve a turn." She leans down to kiss him, brushing her lips along the line of his jaw. "So tell me what you want,"
His head lulls back and he shuts his eyes, already loving her lips moving over his neck. He grabs at the neckline of her robe.
""this…off…now…" he growls. She grins, easing it down her shoulders and onto to floor. She pulls off his shirt along with it. He watches a now naked Alina kiss her way down his body. She removes his belt with a little more difficulty than he would, but she was rarely the one undressing him. He took charge of the removal of her clothes. now it was his turn.
The minute she pulls his cock out he's hard. She may be "serving" him, but she is the one with the cards in her hand. She literally and metaphorically has him in the palm of her hand. She strokes him carefully, pressing a kiss to the head of his cock. Her hand is gentle –too gentle- and he sees the grin on her face. Payback. Pure payback. For all the times he's made her beg, nearly crying from embarrassment over having to ask for it, flustering her beyond words. His turn, indeed.
"Faster." He grunts softly, looking at her with a dazed expression. She raises her eyebrows. "Da, moi soverenyi." She says even more softly, her eyes going round and innocent. She follows his orders, easing her head down once again to wrap her mouth around the tip of him. she sucks gently, stroking her tongue around him while her hand works the rest.
He brushes her hair out of her face watches her bob her head up and down his shaft. She picks up her speed and his eyes crew shut. "Just like that," he groans, trying not to thrust into her mouth.
She gives an affirmative groan that vibrates through him. every once in a while she releases him and draws her tongue up and down his length. His breathing is shaky. His eyes flit down to her face again, and the look in her eyes makes him nearly lose his mind. She looks very pleased with herself for thinking of something so clever, pleased she's doing so well at something that initially terrified her, and mostly pleased he was speechless underneath her. there were moments where her shyness and modesty wavered and she embraced her power. That is, her power of him.
She lets out a soft moan, thinking about what she could do to him next. The noise humming in her throat hits his cock the perfect way, and with another intent suck he's a goner, cumming with a low growl into her mouth. Something he hadn't meant to do. He glances down at her guiltily, expecting her stunned face. Instead he sees her licking her lips following a deep swallow, her mouth red and wet. She gives him a coquettish smile.
"Anything else, moi soverenyi?"
He groans with a blissful smile. "you're going to be the death of me." She giggles, falling to his side and snuggling against him.
"I love you," she says softly, toying with her hair.
"Love you too." He sighs deeply, covering his face with his hand.
"Was it good?" her voice wavers, and the vixen pleasuring him is gone for a moment, replaced with Alina; nervous and unsure.
He gives her a pointed look, as if scolding her, and then breaks out into a grin. He wraps his arm around her, stroking her hair. "better than good. I could get used to this."
She groans, laughing. "you seemed like you needed it."
"I did. I'm going to be needing this a bit more often, though." He teases.
She glances up at him with that dangerous smile. "As you wish, moi soverenyi."
A/N again I'm operating as "Alina the queen, Mal the captain of the guard" here would be a few years in the future, so Alina would be more sexually confident and daring. Hopefully, I think she would be.