7.
~ Ariadne never refused him. A strange want kept her returning to the Forger each time. Eames locked the door behind them after he put her down.
"How was you run?" He asked. Not caring at all about anything but his own wants. The Forger was slowly, steadily shedding his clothes.
"Fine. How was your trip?" She asked taking off her own sweaty work out clothes. Keeping a watchful eye on the Forger. A powerful lust building between them.
"Lonely." Eames admitted. Revealing that magnificent body of his. Lean and muscular. Looking more formidable with the tattoos.
"I need to shower." She told him as he went to the closet. Retrieving a large locked box. Knowing what he intended to do with such a thing.
"Go." He ordered. "Hurry back."
She scampered quickly to the shower. They were lucky that each room had it's own attached bathroom. It gave them more privacy. She washed quickly. Rinsing off the sweat and replacing it with fresh smelling soap. She dried herself off and returned to him. Naked.
She never bothered with specially scented lotions or tantalizing night gowns with Eames. The Forger didn't appreciate them.
Eames was dressed in nothing more then pants. Waiting for her as he stood over the bed.
"Lay down." He ordered.
She took a deep breath. Her body already becoming excited and she climbed onto the bed. Striped of it's coverings. Only a fitted sheet. Eames didn't want her covered. The locked box was open. A variety of things he planed to use on her at the ready.
She was breathing hard as he parted her legs. Applying a cold, tingling lubrication to her sex. She kept her hands dutifully to her side as he methodically spread her legs. Covering her with the clear gel that would drive her sex into a blinding frenzy.
His abuse was more for his pleasure then hers.
She reveled in his fetish. Fully allowed it and was eager for it. Eames had a demonic fascination with forcing her to climax for him. Of not having sex with her always, but of molesting her. Using his collection of toys to abuse her till she screamed from an orgasm that she feared might kill her. His deprivation was accelerating.
"Roll over on your belly." He told her not looking at her. She did as he commanded. Her body giddy with excitement and anticipation.
The culmination of her run, of her being around Eames and his depredation made her body jump and move quickly. She knew what was coming.
His hand ran over her buttocks. She found her skin tingling at the contact. At the promise of what he would do. What he always did.
The fist swat with the leather whip was gentle. Eames rubbing a hand over her abused skin, comforting it directly after. The flogger was soft and sharp all at once. The leather worn and gentle enough to tickle and tease it's victim, hard enough to bite mercilessly into the skin. It was all about what the abused wanted to do.
Eames was good at whipping her. He would start slow. A whipping almost like a tickle. His hands rubbing over her buttocks. Soothingly.
Another slap. Slightly harder. Then another. Her sex coursing angrily from the tingling gel he had put on her. His spanking her raw making her desire jump and demand attention.
She let out a gasp and groan of pleasure as he slapped her buttocks harder with the whip. His hands retuning to her. Her skin hot and red from his abuse.
"Very nice." he said before laying into her again.
Happy with his praise, she took more of his whippings. They were becoming hard and rhythmic. She could feel her sex spasm with each contact of the leather. Her body rocking in time with the beating.
"Eames." She was gasping as she felt a particularly harsh slap.
"Roll over." He ordered. His voice ragged.
She did as he commanded. Her legs spread wide. Her arms at her side and she wondered what he had planed for her.
He delved back into his box. His box of toys that he had especially for her use.
"Got a lovely new one for you today, Beautiful." He said with an savvy smile. His eyes raking over her body. Making her feel more naked then she already was.
He didn't ask permission. Her legs were open for him. He never asked permission.
She felt the vibration of his newest toy hit her sex bud and she automatically jumped free. His hands held her down. Pressing on her belly and she was gasping, forcing her clitoris to take the waves of hard vibration. The tingling lubrication making her desire jump and protest. Sensitive and demanding.
"Eames!" She cried. As her hands went to his. Trying to force that vibration off her. It would destroy her if she didn't get away. His hand was pressing on her belly as his other hand swatted her away.
"Don't make me tie you up again. Your going to take this." He growled savagely.
He hips started to buck and shake as she was forced to allow the vibrations to continue.
She felt him suddenly remove the torture device. Her sex desiring more. Her breathing rabid and unstable. Her moaning almost akin to crying. Her inner passages screaming for more.
Sadistically, Eames returned to his toy chest. Bringing out a menacing looking toy. It was one of his favorites to use on her. It was large and capable of powerful thrusting and spinning. The Forger insisting he needed to be prepared properly before he took her himself.
"Eames..." She said softly as he turned it on.
"Quite." He ordered.
Rebuffed, she lay back down. The Forger spreading her legs wider and ramming that horrible vibrator into her. She gasped ans she could feel it working and rotating inside. Feeling better then the real thing. Her inner walls automatically contracting against it. It's head thrusting, It's body spinning, its base vibrating against her delicate bud.
Eames was on her. Ensuring she could not escape. Watching her face with delighted fascination as she climaxed on his toy. He kept his strong legs wrapped around one of hers. Forcing her legs open. His hand keeping his evil toy inside her as his other hand easily kept her body down.
She realized she was squealing as the vibrations become more intense and less predictable.
The Forger enjoying the show she made for him too much. His lips devouring her nipples as she was helpless to stop him. A heavenly assault that left she senses numb and stupid. She could barley hear or understand all the things he was saying.
How beautiful she was. How hot she was acting. How he loved to do this to her. He was asking if she liked it, her told him the truth. She loved it.
Her toes were curling as a forceful climax caused her to scream sharply. Eames tore his toy violently out of her and freed his erection. A massive thing that he never allowed her to slowly take in. Why he had to put on so much lubrication, why he had to prepare her so, for this moment.
"Eames..." She was gasping as he forced her legs wider.
She was too tight for him. Her body too small for him. His head penetrating and her passage protesting the feeling. There was not enough room inside her for him.
"Relax." He told her gently. "Relax, I'm not going to hurt you." He said. The same old Eames returning to her. Gone was the wild sadist from before. His kisses on her lips sweet as she tried to force her overstimulated inner muscles to relax.
With powerful thrust, he shoved himself into her.
It was too full. Too thick. She cried out from the discomfort of it. His length, his girth. All too much. She had no room inside her for him to move. A painful sensation that almost overruled pleasure.
The worst was only starting as he slowly pulled out.
"Eames!" She cried piteously.
"Your so tight!" He groaned. "Just relax!" He ordered. His hands old hing her tiny hips up. Forcing himself slowly back in.
"Eames, No! Please!" She cried at his thrusting in, only to pull back out.
He ignored her. He always ignored her.
She made no more protest as she tried to keep her inner passage relaxed. Tried to take him. He rode her. His shaft like a rock. Hard and almost uncomfortable.
She squirmed to find a more suitable position to accept all of him. His lips attacking her flailing breasts. Kissing them.
She was pulled onto his lap then. Gravity forcing her to slide down the length of him. Stopping long before she reached his hilt. She could take no more of him.
She was panting as his hands went to her bottom. Squeezing it hard.
"Been working for months now to get you stretched out. Your just a tight as ever." He growled. A string of profanities cutting and biting into every other word.
She was still panting and gasping as he rolled her back on the bed. His thrusting easier to take this way. He rode her more gently now. Perhaps he felt sorry for her.
He was swearing and grunting as he thrust himself in and out. Not allowing himself to come, but forcing her to scream and squirm under him.
He let her go for a moment, returning to his toy box. Penetrating her with a smaller vibrator. One that felt like a sweet caress after the Forger's menacing shaft.
She begged him to stop. Her sex jumping freely from over stimulation. Finally, he relented. He let her go.
~ The Forger showered her. Letting her wash her own sex. It was now red and raw form his abuse. Eames left her alone to finished dressing as he cleaned his toy collection carefully. He said nothing to her as she rubbed a salve over her red bottom. Hoping the redness would be gone before Arthur would notice.
The Point Man did notice bruising on her left by the Forger once. There was a horrible fight in which Arthur left Eames with bruising of his own. The Architect had to be careful to conceal such things.
"Are you alright?" Eames asked once she was out of the bathroom. He had put away the toy box, Stripped the sheets and remade the bed. It now looked like a nice normal bedroom. All evidence of their carnal time together cleared away.
"Yes." She told him honestly. "Little sore." She offered when he looked doubtful.
"I'm sorry." He said sincerely. Running a hand over her hair and kissing her.
"I'm not mad Eames." She smiled. Her body more relaxed. She loved what he did to her. But after it was over. The knowledge of how they acted with one anther, bothered her. Shes didn't want to be around him directly after.
"I have errands to run." she explained feebly retreating to her room to properly redress.
She would spend the rest of the day away. Coming back with the kids to start dinner.