"I can handle anything," Jim said, wondering what her next move would be.
She smirked and said, "We'll see." Then she turned to the left, threw her knives at the high back of the chair she had been sitting on and hit with perfect accuracy; each thunking solidly into the wood. Dear me, she was skilled. Before he could say something about it she grabbed his tie, stood on her tip toes to reach his mouth and kissed him hard. Jim was shocked for a second, usually he took control and initiated things, but this woman was a surprise. He wrapped his arms around her slim waist and pulled her tight against him, his tongue entering her mouth with no resistance. She tasted like wine and some kind of spice. He wasn't too concerned with it, all he knew was that he liked it and wanted to taste more.
Sabine deftly undid his tie and threw it to the side, maneuvering her slender fingers into Jim's short hair. It had grown out some and was long enough to be tugged on; something she noticed while their tongues danced as she pulled intermittently at the dark strands. Jim let out a small growl at it, even though he was enjoying it. Sabine pulled back to breathe and pulled his shirt from his pants quickly, unbuttoning them at the same speed clearly wanting to see what was underneath.
"A little impatient pet?" Jim smirked and slid his hands from her hips to her round ass and squeezed hard, pulling her back up to his mouth. She let out a small sound of astonishment and ran her nails down the bits of his chest she had managed to expose.
"Maybe a bit," she answered against his mouth. "It's been way too long since I've had a man."
She got his shirt open all the way and slid it down his arms, forcing him to reluctantly release her backside to fling it off. Once it was gone he picked her up and planted her on the bed with him on top. Jim claimed her mouth again and relished in the feelings of her nails on his back, digging in slightly and her callused hands roaming every inch of skin they could find.
Jim moved to her neck and bit hard, eliciting a gasp and moan from her that was so sweet he could feel himself pressing against the zipper of his pants. He rubbed his hardness against her and she moved deliciously up against it, creating more friction. It was all going exceedingly well until she tried to roll them over and he prevented it. She growled and pulled his head from her neck, where a lovely large hickey was starting to form. Sabine lifted her head to capture his lips and bite the lower one.
"Who said you were in charge?"
Jim was confused for a second and replied as if it was the most obvious thing ever, "I am always in charge."
Sabine seemed to take this as a challenge and took his moment of bewilderment to roll harshly, straddle him and pin his forearms down with the weight of her upper body.
"What if I took control from you," she asked, looking fierce and beautiful with her wavy red hair falling like a curtain between them. Jim throbbed at the sight; she was like a goddess, taking what she wanted from him without any concern for his desires. This was a power struggle; one he was determined to win but was curious to see how it would play out until then. Maybe he would have some lovely marks after this.
"Id have to punish you pet, pets are supposed to obey their masters." He bucked his hips upward and grinned at her groan of lust.
"You can try," she said while leaning down to lick at his throat. She sucked a strip of flesh by his Adam's apple into her mouth and dragged her teeth along it none too gently. Oh god yes, Jim thought. If she kept up with that he'd be painfully aroused in a matter of minutes.
"Mental dominance I can see," the redhead said and bit down hard on his neck like he had done with her. He groaned and tried to roll her off but she pressed him harder into the mattress. "Physical dominance is mine. It's what I do Mr. Moriarty." She smirked and let his arms free but she immediately set to biting and scraping her teeth across his chest. It was fantastic.
"Is that right?" Jim asked and unbuttoned her jeans; he pulled the flaps apart so the zipper would move down. His fingers brushed the bit of her underwear that was exposed now and he had the sudden urge to just rip them off, but he was suddenly distracted when she ground down hard on him. He let a moan escape and bucked upwards a bit, seeking friction.
"Yes. I could take men like those in the alley in a fistfight and win. You look like a little puppy," Sabine said, and criss-crossed her arms to lift her tank top off and toss it away. "With the brain of wolf. Cunning and vicious... powerful, but not in a physical way. Physically you look so innocent…and I bet that makes people terrified when they see how you really are." She rubbed her hands down his chest and wiggled on top of him.
"And how am I really?" He ran his hands up her stomach, the skin soft and lightly tanned. Her chest was ample and gorgeous, if a bit too big in proportion to her waist. Her enticing breasts were sitting in a white bra with lace around the top rims. Jim found her exquisite, and all he wanted was to rip those mounds free, squeeze them hard and claim them as his. Which he proceeded to do.
Grasping the clip to her bra Jim unclipped it and tore the thing from her; he looked down at what he had uncovered as she spoke, gasping happily at his roughness.
"You're brilliant, and cold, and mad. I can smell it on you, see it in your eyes. You-," her speaking was cut off as he sucked a perfect pink nub into his mouth and kneaded her other breast roughly, staking claim to it. He dragged his teeth across it and she shuddered, grasping his hair and holding him in his place. Oh, she was going to get it.
Sabine tried to continue, "You're like me, and you love power. Love seeing your orders followed." Her breathing was a bit erratic.
Jim hummed against her chest and moved to give to other side the same treatment. She writhed on top of him, his erection just screaming to be released. Suddenly she pulled him away from her breast and shoved her tongue into his mouth, getting the upper hand on him.
Jim dug his fingers into his ass cheeks and growled into the kiss, "You will obey me, I am in charge here."
"Oh yeah? Then show me baby." The woman pushed his torso down and scooted back from his hardness. After making eye contact she shoved her hand down his pants and grabbed his aching cock. Jim groaned, it felt so fucking good to have skin to skin contact there. He could hear the grin in her voice.
"Still think you're in charge?" Oh that was it.
"You asked for it Moran," he growled.
He grabbed her wrists, making her release him then flipped them over so he was on top. Then he flipped her over again so she was on her stomach and ripped her jeans and panties off her before bringing his hand down hard against both of her newly exposed cheeks. His hand stung from the impact but he could care less; the noise she's made was the last fucking straw, he couldn't bear to keep his pants on anymore. Quickly discarding his pants and boxers, he sighed happily at the relief of being naked. His cock was begging for contact and he squeezed and stroked himself to satisfy it for now. The real fun would come soon.
Sabine had yelped and moaned, rubbing her naked torso against the covers, which bright Jim's attention to her back and how sensual it was to watch her squirm. It was covered in tattoos, old archaic-looking symbols like you would see in an old leather bound journal, and they twisted as she moved. Some covered scars, of which there were many. Now that he was seeing her naked Jim saw she was covered in the things, from cuts to what looked like burns and some looked like fucking acid burns. This was a scarred, battle hardened woman, a goddess of war. Her body was a map of all she had lived through. Most of his scars were mental and he found a sort of beauty in hers, these weren't self harm marks of a weak mind. These were a reminder to her that she was strong. Jim loved them all, was thoroughly enjoying all of her body, but most of all he was appreciating her ass. It was just just fucking flawless.
Running a hand over her bum he loved how perfectly smooth it was, with the exception of some old growing marks; it was paler than the rest of her body like her breasts (but some parts were pink from his hits and that just made it more brilliant). From his position by her legs her ass looked like an upside down heart, the cheeks forming perfects humps and her hips sloped to form the sides. He'd never seen anything so attractive.
Jim was going to make her his, keep her. This woman wasn't leaving his life. As a fuck buddy, a pet, or perhaps a permanent employee he wasn't sure yet.
The goddess looked back at him, some of her hair obscuring her face. "Oh now were getting somewhere! C'mon show me how you're the boss, Moriarty, before I get naughty again and take what I want from you." She licked her lips and her eyes traveled to his cock, which he was still stroking with one hand. He was of average length but had more girth than normal, again a part of him that was deceiving. Sabine was salivating a bit and that just made Jim smile. .
"Wanting this are we? Well too bad, you've pissed me off." He slapped her rear end again, harder and loved how she yelped and moaned. She was getting his cock eventually of course, but he'd make his little redhead suffer first.
"I've pissed you off and you're doing this? I wonder what it's like when you're furious," she looked back as he rolled her from her hips and pushed her up higher on the bed. He was going to need the bottom half to sit on for his plan...
"You don't want to know", he replied with smirk. Jim grabbed her thighs and squeezed hard, digging his fingers in and parted her legs. She didn't seem to mind the pain and bit her lip. It was a glorious sight; from her flushed face, the rise and fall of her breasts, the expanse of her stomach to her slim hips and slender legs it all made him throb with want. The best part of all was her pussy. She was most definitely not a dirty vagrant. She was perfectly waxed, as if she had been to a spa that day (with her allusions to her wealth it was a definite possibility), and it was glistening with juices just for Jim.
"Maybe I do," she said cheekily, earning her pussy a slap. She let out a yell and shuddered.
"Watch that mouth or you'll get nothing. Pet." He used the name on purpose; if she fought him she was getting severely punished but if she let it go she would be rewarded. Never let it be said that Jim Moriarty wasn't a fair lover. Well, most of the time.
When she growled (god that was hot), he smirked and used his thumbs to part her lips. Savoring her feminine smell he started to lick her clit slowly, making her softly moan and squirm. She ran her nails into his hair; scraping them against his scalp and making his cock pulse furiously, as if demanding to be used. Jim sucked on the sensitive nerve and hummed, making her arch up and gasp.
In a breathless voice she asked, "Am I gonna get to hear your first name? Or will I be screaming Moriarty when I cum?"
"Oh you will most definitely be screaming Moriarty," Jim grinned into her folds and licked her fully, using the flat of his tongue.
Sabine stuttered, "F-fuck," before grabbing his chin and making him look at her. "No first name?" She was bold to stop his ministrations, another attribute Jim liked, but he narrowed his eyes and jerked his chin away.
"Maybe after." He dove straight into her hole with his tongue, gripping the outside of her thighs a pushing them up to expose her fully to him.
"Ah! S-shit!" his lover groaned and panted the noises delicious to the man between her legs. He didn't let up, just tongue-fucked her hole relentlessly just like he would with his cock.
She shivered and breathed out, "Oh god...I-I'm gonna need more than this."
"Be patient,' was his quick reply before tasting her again, she was so tasty he felt like he could do this all night. He'd never enjoyed a woman's flavor so much.
"Do I look like a patient woman?" Came a reply from above him
Jim looked at her and said with a serious tone, "Better become one real quick."
"Or what?" She had a look in her eyes that showed that she didn't fully respect his authority.
He would have to change that.
Jim came close to her face and looked straight into her eyes.
"Or I won't fuck you. I'll just leave you here unsatisfied."
She looked straight back, her green eyes showing no fear at all. "I can always tie you down and fuck you myself. Ride you until I cum and then leave. That's always an option."
Jim pretended to think about it. "Hmmm… No." He suddenly shoved his two of his fingers into her wet heat and proceeded to thrust them in and out quickly, loving how she immediately screamed in pleasure and started panting.
Sabine bit her lip hard and groaned, "You bastard... You'll pay for me making me wait so long."
"Oh it's definitely worth the wait my pet." He grinned devilishly and hooked his fingers, finding that spot inside her. She arched up and convulsed around him a bit, her walls wanting to suck his fingers deeper inside.
"A-a-ah it better f-fucking be!" She was panting harder, and he continued this until she gasped out, "I'm not...cumming...until...you fuck me properly!"
It was time then. Jim smirked and said, "I wouldn't dream of that." He pulled his hand away and grabbed her by her hair, forcing their noses to touch. "Now be a good girl." Before she could respond he put her face in the mattress and got her on her knees. He shoved his cock inside her and moaned loudly at the feel of her, his little goddess was open and wet, and burning with desire.
"Ohhhh I'm definitely keeping you around." Jim started a merciless rhythm, enjoying every sensations he was getting from her, how she felt inside, how she sounded saying his name in between commanding him to fuck her harder, how her back looked as she writhed. Everything was superb.
But he still wanted something.
"Say my name, beg me for more, Ms. Moran" Jim gripped her hips tight and let her meet his thrusts with backwards ones of her own.
"I've been saying your name Mr. Moriarty and I'll keep saying-" She broke off at a particularly deep thrust and gasped. "But I don't b-beg." She held onto the headboard of the bed to keep herself from falling into the pillows.
Jim growled and pulled away completely.
"We'll have to fix that then won't we?"