A/N: Oooh second installment and over two months late ;)
Enjoy.
4) Masturbation
"Jonathon?" He hears her call and damn not yet, she's home early and he's so close. But she's already in the doorway and she's stopped at the threshold to the bedroom. In fact Susan has stopped to stare at the sight before her.
Jonathan Teatime, the one unruffled Assassin had his breeches at his knees and his hand was now slack around his stiff member. The tension was palpable as he caught her eye. The blush across his cheeks and his rapid breathing told Susan he was close but she moved to stand above him, in front of his frozen form her hands on her hips. She was the picture of authority and Teatime's mouth watered at the sight.
"Susan." His voice was a whisper and she raises one eyebrow at his flushed face. "Please, angel." He wants to growl her name.
"Hands off." Her words are clear and Jonathan hesitates before complying, watching her with growing annoyance as she undoes the fastening on her cloak and hangs it up on the back of the door.
"Susan..." His voice showed how close he was to breaking.
"No." She silenced him and turns on the spot. "Get up. Undo my dress." He slides to the edge of the bed and stands on shaky legs. His fingers tremble as he unlaces her work corset, it takes longer than normal but finally the material pools at her feet. She takes his hands from her body, placing his hands firmly at his sides. She leans up to her tiptoes to bite his neck and a soft groans slips from his mouth. He whines again as she steers him towards the bed, pushing him back until he's lying on his back. She straddles his knees, running one nail down his still hard length and his breathing hitches.
"Please."
"Play." She commands and Jonathan doesn't need telling twice. His hand wraps around his member and he's teetering towards climax already. His eyes are begging for her, drinking in the sight of the naked woman that sat regally atop him, her hair was still impeccable and she looked at him but Jonathan could see the lust and hunger in her eyes, carefully controlled.
She nodded imperceptibly, her nails dug into his thighs and he cries out as his seed spills over the waistcoat.
"Naughty angel." He pants, eyes focusing once again on her once again. A lazy smile spreads across her face and she almost squeaks as he reaches for her to kiss her hard.