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A plug and small bottle settled on the bedside table, a vibrator beside her on the bed, and a good-sized toy on the harness hugging her hips; Isolde has everything she needs lined up.
“Look at you.” Isolde coos, her hands on his knees as she gazes down at him from where she’s knelt at the foot of the bed. “You’re so handsome, Karl.”
The man propped up on his elbows laid out before her huffs and shakes his head, moving a hand to rub at his beard.
“Don’t cover your face, it’s the truth.” She smiles, tucking her braid back over her shoulder, out of her way. “When I tell you to take it, darling, I expect you to take it all.” She coos, resisting the want to stroke him by lazily stroking the slick length of the toy. “So what’s it gonna be? Are you gonna take the whole thing like a big boy or are you gonna pussy out?”
Karl gives her one of his charming little grins. “I can take it.”
“Can you really?” She leans over him, face to face. “Because from what I’ve seen, you’re all talk, all the time…”
He smirks and reaches up to grab a handful of mismatched hair, laying back and pulling her forward into a sloppy kiss.
Isolde smiles into it, a little giggle slipping from her lips. She slides a hand between their bodies to trace her thumb over Karl’s stomach, down his happy trail and over his hip, gently stroking her fingers around the base of his achingly hard cock just enough to feel him shudder and sigh into the kiss.
Isolde draws back to take a good look at the man beneath her: lips pink and plump with use, his cheeks flush, his neck tragically clear.
She slides a hand back into his hair, her nails scraping along his scalp until he shivers and leans into her touch. Giving his hair a little tug, she leans back in and tilts her head below his jaw to press kisses along his throat.
Karl’s body tenses, a hand shooting up to grab ahold of her shoulder in case…well, in case something happens. Normally when a mouth hovers over his neck, it’s in an attempt to rip it open.
Isolde places a hand on his chest, keeping him grounded; her breath on his skin is almost soothing. “You okay?”
His grip on her shoulder tightens, tugging her towards himself. “Keep going…”
Stroking her fingers over his scarred flesh, she returns to teasing him, dull teeth gently nipping at his throat.
The longer he lets her work at it, the better he feels; his body relaxes, his jaw unclenches as she sucks at his skin, and he tilts his head back to give her more space. Such kind treatment for a body so battered and scarred, he almost feels like he doesn’t deserve it: unworthy of touches so long and drawn out, so gentle.
She hums against him, dragging her tongue along the deep scar that cuts into the prickliness of his beard across his throat. It sets his nerves on edge, in the best way possible.
After a few bruises rise amongst old faded scars, Isolde leans back and picks herself up to kiss him properly again- one hand keeps her upright while the other angles the cock at his entrance, rubbing it at the hole before pressing in.
There’s an immediate reaction, his breath hitching, his own cock twitching between them. He squirms a bit, something between a moan and a whine building in the back of his throat as Isolde slowly rolls her hips forward, sinking further into him before she’s met with resistance and a strained groan in the kiss from the man beneath her.
A smile graces her lips and she breaks the kiss to lean back, a soft sigh leaving his lips as he shifts his body towards hers.
“Relax, baby, I’ve got you.” She coos and settles her hands on his thighs, her thumbs tracing gentle circles into his skin. This man is quite the furthest thing from fragile, but still… if she were to ever hurt him while he’s in such a vulnerable state, even accidentally, she’d never forgive herself.
Tilting her body to slowly slide in and out, Isolde continues easing forward little by little until there’s a bit of give where she can slide in all the way.
Karl lifts his hips and, through measured breaths, lets out a litany of grunts and groans as her body falls flush with his.
“Perfect fit,” Isolde smiles, stroking her hands over his thighs to comfort him. “Let me fuck you all the way through, nice and deep. You’d like that, wouldn’t you, big boy?”
“Ohh…” It’s a quiet, breathless little moan that Karl isn’t quick enough in stopping.
Isolde raises her brows and giggles. “Yeah?”
Eyes rolling back, Karl manages a low “fuck yes” and finds himself reaching out for one of her hands. Isolde moves to lace her fingers with his, tilting forward and pressing kisses to each of his knuckles as he shivers with her touch.
Once settled inside of him, she allows him a moment to adjust before she reaches down to lift his legs up, letting them rest on top of her shoulders.
“One of these days, I’ll slide the plug in you before you have to walk to the church,” she jokes in an attempt to lighten any tension, reaching around his leg to give his cock a few slow, gentle strokes. “Spice up those miserable meetings. It’d probably freak them out though. Suddenly Mr. Gameshow-Host Heisenberg isn’t very keen on moving or speaking.”
That gets a good belly laugh out of him as he runs his fingers back through his hair.
“God, listen to you,” Isolde smiles. “I love your laugh so much.” She presses a few soft kisses to his legs before she begins to roll her hips into his.
Karl’s skin burns hotter, shifting his hand from his hair to cover the redness spreading across his face. He’ll likely never admit how much he adores her praise, but it’s something he’s developed a deep affinity for.
Isolde leans forward a bit which pushes his legs back, granting her access to a space deeper than she could reach before. She places her hands at his hips, the slow and gentle pace she’d set steadily picks up.
Holding back groans as best he can, Karl shakes his head. “Look at your little fuckin’ hands on my waist,” he pants, reaching down to grab ahold of her wrists. “You can’t do shit with th-“ His jaw drops in a silent scream, his body jolting as Isolde plunges the toy into him with an unforgiving force.
“Keep talking about my size and I’ll bend you over my knee and show you what the fuck I can do with my little hands, hm?”
The steady thrusts gradually roughen up to a pace that has Karl arching his back, his fingers clawing at the bedsheets as he gasps and curses like a wasted sailor. There’s a faint smile on his parted lips for a moment, his eyes trailing up from her hands to her chest. Isolde can’t help but giggle watching him stare, how entranced he is with the sight of her breasts bouncing from the effort of fucking him.
“Fuckin’ look at you,” he gasps, his hand snaking down between his legs before she catches it.
Moving in enough to bring his hand to her mouth, Isolde presses a kiss to his fingers and gives him a stern “don’t touch” before letting go.
“Jesus.” He lets out a long groan and rolls his head back against the pillows. “Throw a guy a bone here…”
Isolde smiles, giving his thigh an encouraging pat. “Such a good boy.”
Karl almost jumps at the effect such simple words have on him- the involuntary jolt catching him completely off guard as he chokes on a grunt. His hands claw at his own thighs in an attempt to keep himself from crumbling, to push down how much he truly enjoys being called good.
His body squeezes around the toy, glancing up at with her this miserable look as he slides his fingers back through his hair. He can’t think of anything else to do, he doesn’t know what to do with his hands if he’s not allowed to touch himself and he sure as hell doesn’t want to go against her at the moment. He’s only…marginally bratty as part of him wants to be called good again.
Keeping a good grip on his hips, Isolde digs her nails into his skin, her eyes on the bruises she left on his neck as she mumbles soft words of encouragement.
Gasping and grunting with every thrust, Karl can feel his heart pounding against his ribs. His body jolts when she hits a particular spot rather aggressively, letting out a strained groan followed by a grumbled “you bitch…”
“Yeah?” Isolde pulls out then back in, changing her angle so the head of the toy grinds against his prostate just right.
“Shit-“ His legs jerk, his back arching as his hands claw at the mattress. “There!”
“That your spot, sweet boy?”
He gives her a quick nod: his eyes squeezed shut, his teeth clenched, his brow furrowed.
She makes sure to hit it again, and again and again and again- with every repetition, the inevitable result building further and further until she has him hanging on every steady fuck into his body, completely at the mercy of her pace.
His moans pitch higher and higher, his legs tensing up against her shoulders. He’s getting closer.
Placing a hand on the underside of his thigh, Isolde gives him a few more thrusts before she holds him in place and shifts her body backwards in one movement. The toy slides out of him completely at the last second to leave him empty and squirming, forcing his groan of pleasure to turn to that of frustration.
“Fuckin’ bitch!” He snarls, trying to push himself back against the toy that isn’t there.
“You poor, poor thing.” Isolde trails her fingers up his thighs. “Someone’s a little trigger happy today.”
Karl huffs and shoves his legs towards her shoulders just to be difficult. “Don’t get cocky.”
Isolde gives him a little smile. “Same to you, asshole.”
Waiting until the signs of his climax are gone, she lines the toy back up, pressing at him for a moment, before she slides it in all the way with little resistance.
Karl’s eyes roll back as he grits his teeth and bucks his hips, gripping handfuls of the bedsheets beneath him. “Fuck!”
Isolde sinks her nails into his skin. “Call me a bitch again.”
That catches Karl off guard as he’s trying to sort out his jumbled thoughts.
She leans forward to catch his attention. “Go on, I dare you.”
Glaring at her through furrowed brows, Karl bites down on his lip, if anything to keep himself from saying something stupid and getting himself into more trouble.
“Are you going to be good for me now?”
The man’s eyes roll in a more sarcastic sense, his white-knuckled grip on the sheets loosening. Heisenberg can’t help it now; he gives her a smug grin as “won’t do it again, promise” leaves his mouth but the look Isolde gives him wipes that expression right off his face.
“You’re a dirty liar, Karl.” She shifts her hips side to side and grinds into his ass, making sure he could feel every inch of the cock while he squirms and groans beneath her.
“And a bad one at that.”
She pulls out to the tip before ramming back into him, swiftly beginning to fuck him in earnest.
He lets out this harsh, strangled cry as she reconnects with his prostate. “Fuck, I said I was sorry!”
“Did you?” Isolde crinkles her brow. “I didn’t hear the words ‘I’m’ or ‘sorry’ come out of your mouth.”
Karl’s nails dig into his palm as he slams his fist against the mattress in a mini tantrum that says “you know what I meant”.
His guttural groans and growls are doing nothing more than heightening the aching throb between Isolde’s legs. “Come on, love, take it like a good boy.”
The sounds of his cries clash against the lewd slapping sounds of him being fucked into. He can’t remember the last time he managed to hold off an orgasm this long with this much pressure built up behind it; his breathing begins to pick up, each sigh comes out in a growl. His cock twitches against his stomach, his body squeezing around the toy massaging the most delicious parts of him as his skin prickles with chills.
“Oh I know sweetheart, I know... it feels so good, doesn't it?” Isolde purrs.
She holds him still, her hips snapping against his ass with a few rough thrusts until she tilts her body back, pulling out completely just as he was close enough to climax.
“Goddamn fuck-!” He growls in aggravation, slamming a fist against the bed. “Son of a bitch, stop fucking doing that!”
Smiling at his little tantrum, Isolde positions the toy back against his entrance. “Then behave.”
“You little shit,” he spits from behind clenched teeth. “You know exactly what you’re doing.”
“You know too, so I suggest you cooperate.” She pushes forward into him again, not waisting any time drumming up a harsh but fair pace.
Karl mutters curses under his breath: both at her, at himself, and at life in general. He damns everything he can think of as his muscles squeeze and tighten, his whole body flush and hot to the touch.
Slowing down for a moment, Isolde reaches down to pick up the vibrator from the bed, his eyes following her every move as she turns it on. She holds it up to look at it, almost as if to tease him before she gently leans the toy against the curve of his cock, just barely touching his skin to send a shock of pleasure through his veins as he takes in a deep gasp. His legs shake as he tries to rub up against the vibrating toy- and every time he tries, Isolde moves it back.
She gives him a fake pout while she trails the toy up his length. “What, no name-calling? No smartass remarks?”
Forcing himself to look up at her while he attempts to downplay how aggressively he’s shaking, how heavily he’s panting, the sweat rolling down his forehead, Karl gives her a shaky grin. “Ss…s’that thing even on?”
Before he can open his mouth again, Isolde smiles back at him and presses the vibrator further against his length. For once in his life, he can’t find any words, his voice cracking in a strangled cry.
“That’s it, sweet boy, scream for me.”
His mind begins to blank as her thrusts pick up again, prodding and teasing nerves he hadn’t even known existed; the vibrations gradually move down his cock as she continues to press into him with a dizzying rhythm, leaving him dazed and stuttering.
Unable to shut his mouth as a shaky stream of expletives ooze from his lips, Karl’s hands clench and unclench against the sheets, chest heaving as he struggles to stay coherent. His hips and lower back ache with every thrust, reduced to nothing more than a blabbering mess of strained cries, choked gasps, and swears.
Isolde shakes her head and moves the vibrator away, quickly pulling out once more.
Karl’s hips shift up on their own, grinding into the empty air in a desperate attempt at easing the ache while his cock twitches sporadically. “Fuck you,” his voice comes out in a gravelly sigh. “Fuck you!”
“You know better.” Isolde waits a moment before wrapping her fingers around his length to brush her thumb over the bead of precum oozing from his tip. “You keep acting like this, I’ll keep pulling out.”
“Come on, don’t make me beg…” His words are starting to slur together.
“Mm.” Isolde raises a brow as she eyes him, watching sweat trail down his forehead. “That’s not a bad idea. Beg.”
Karl chokes on a groan and stares back at her, dumbfounded, his lips part a few times like he’s about to speak. “Fuck you.” His voice cracks, still trying to hold onto his last shred of dignity. “You can’t- you’re making this shit difficult- for both of us, you’re- you’ve already got me here-“
“That doesn’t sound like begging to me.” Isolde drops the vibrator to the bed and presses the tip of the cock into him again, leaning forward to run her hands up his stomach and chest as she rolls her hips forward. This long, deep groan falls from his lips that quickly turns into a pitiful little whine.
“Look at you, stretched around me like that,” she coos, watching him writhe in desperation. “My needy little thing. Trying to bargain with me.”
With every denied release, Karl’s body has gotten tenser and tenser- the muscles of his legs flexing further and further against her shoulders, his back arching off the bed. He’s slowly but surely coming around.
Isolde leans her head against his leg resting on her shoulder, staring down at him with such a gentle, loving expression as she reaches forward, stroking his cock at an unbearably slow pace.
His voice breaks and dies in his throat, his jaw slack in a silent cry. He combs his fingers back through his hair, his other hand reaching over his head to grip the bars of the bed-frame as he gazes up at her around his arm.
The silence doesn’t last long though. Isolde’s other hand retrieves the vibrator, flipping the switch to a fairly moderate speed and firmly pressing it to his leaking tip.
Karl all but screams, squeezing his eyes shut and yanking on the headboard as a shock of pleasure shoots straight down his spine. Capable of nothing more than broken sputtering and incoherent babbling, he’s not even trying to pretend anymore. Tears sting his eyes, threatening to spill down his cheeks- he’s right there, he’s falling apart at the seams. God, he looks wrecked, the poor thing.
“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” Isolde murmurs sympathetically. Giving him a few more thrusts, she pulls out once more, watching as the muscles in his stomach flex, his weeping cock twitching as he lets out a pitiful noise halfway to a sob.
“Fuck, fuck!” He whimpers, his whole body shaking as if grieving the loss of his release. He had been so incredibly close that time…
Isolde trails a finger up the stream of precum leaking down his length. “Talk to me, angel.”
Karl gasps for a breath as he glances up at her; a warm blush is painted across his face. “Please!”
Isolde raises a brow and carefully curls her fingers forward, trailing her nails up the length of his cock.
Eyes rolling back in his head, Karl’s jaw falls slack, his hips bucking up into her hand. “Ghh-ff-please, please please please please-“
“There you go,” Isolde smiles. “I knew you could do it.” As she begins working her hand along his length, his pelvis rocks with it, fucking up into the movements of her fist.
“See what happens when you do what I ask?” She chews on her lip as she listens to him pant and whimper, continually begging for her to let him finish. “Fuck,” she sighs. “I’d be lying if I said I didn’t love how ‘please’ sounds coming from you.”
It’s odd seeing him without his typical grandeur: the great and all powerful Lord Heisenberg devoid of his showmanship, trembling beneath her, glossy-eyed and desperate, tears rolling down his cheeks as he begs for release…
“Since you just sound so pretty and begged so sweetly, I’ll give you a choice.” She relinquishes her grip on his length. “Do you want me to keep fucking you till you can’t take anymore, or,” She lowers his legs from her shoulders and leans forward until she’s stretched out over his abdomen, his strained cock pressed between her body and his. He gasps, raising his hips in an attempt at striking up friction, to which she places her hand on his side and holds him still.
“Do you want me on top of you so you can finish inside me?”
Karl lets out a deep groan at the thought and, soon as she’s completely within reach, he grabs ahold of her, pulling her into a rather aggressive, hungry kiss. A soft, affirmative sound is all he can manage as a response.
Judging by his reaction, Isolde assumes he wants the latter, but just to make sure…
“You want me to ride you?” She mumbles against his lips before being pulled back in.
He’s at his limit, twitching and squirming beneath her, only breaking the kisses enough to mutter a “you…fuck…yes…” before going right back to it.
His hand trails down her back to grab handfuls of her ass, soft groans and jumpy gasps leaving his throat as she lets him grind against her.
Breathless when they part, Karl simply glances up at Isolde for instruction as she sits back.
She slides her fingers under the straps on her hips to remove the harness. “Turn over, gorgeous, I want to give you something to hold onto.”
He does as he’s told without question or complaint, finally, and shifts his body to turn and sit up on his knees, leaning forward to lay his head against the pillows while Isolde moves to swap the strap with the silicone plug on the nightstand. It’s not large enough to be painful by any means, but it’s large enough to keep him feeling full.
After prepping the toy, Isolde pats his hip. “Spread your legs for me.” Her hands slowly slide between his legs, her fingers gently caressing the skin of his inner thighs as he follows her instruction again.
She presses the tip of the plug against his entrance, placing a hand on one side of his ass as she eases the toy forward with little resistance. Still, he groans as the widest point pushes through and again when it settles inside him. His body clenches around it and he shifts his hips in an attempt to strike more friction, desperate for a release.
Giving him a firm smack across the soft curve of his ass with one hand, Isolde leans her body forward against him. “That took four tries, I thought you’d start listening a little quicker.” Her fingers reach down to stroke the curved base of the toy and press against the flat silicone round, causing the side of the plug to tilt and nudge his prostate and a broken moan to leave his throat.
“I’m sorry,” he pants, nails digging into the pillow beneath him. “Fuck, I’m sorry…”
“Cuss me out like that again and I’ll make sure you don’t cum for weeks. Don’t mistake my kindness for weakness, nor my love for mercy, Karl, I’ll still punish you.” Her hands scale the curve of his ass, her hips pressing into his to further agitate that toy. “But you don’t want that, do you, big boy? You want to be a sweet little angel for me?”
A slurred “yes ma’am” escapes between gasps.
“See? That wasn’t so bad, was it? That’s what we want, you’ll have so much more fun when you’re good.” Isolde giggles and gives his ass a couple gentle pats. “Turn back over for me.”
Karl takes a deep breath and does as he’s told, letting out a low groan as his back settles against the bed. The plug shifts inside him, enough to remind him that it’s there, to keep that stimulation.
He opts to rock his hips into it as Isolde moves over top of him, sitting at the space just under his stomach. He continues rolling his body against the toy, his hands coming up to rest on her thighs.
“Look at you squirm.” Isolde’s fingers curl down between her own legs to press against her clit, letting out a soft gasp as he watches her from underneath.
“Y’know I could just finish myself off and leave you writhing there.”
Karl almost jumps, quickly moving to sit up, her cuffed wrist yanking her forward into his grasp. “I listened- I begged- I was good-“
“You were, you were,” she nods with a smile, placing a hand on his chest to encourage him to lay back down before reaching behind herself and wrapping her fingers around his length to give him a few slow strokes. “God, you’re so cute.”
Karl clenches his jaw, his body squeezing around the plug which makes his legs tense up and his pelvis jerk.
“Sit still.”
Lifting herself up over top of him, Isolde lines him up, her body emitting a sickly wet sound as she presses his tip against her entrance.
“Oh fuck, listen to you…” He groans. It’s taking everything in him not to buck his hips up into her. “You’re goddamn soaked.”
“Because of those sweet little noises you make,” she coos and carefully sinks down onto his cock, finally easing the incessant throb that’s been building since they started.
His jaw drops with a deep, drawn-out moan, his length enveloped in a suffocating warmth that has his back arching off the bed. “Oh fff-“ He rocks his hips against hers as much as he can. “Fuck, you feel so good,” he rambles on, punctuated with a wholehearted moan.
A smile graces Isolde’s lips, her hands stroke across his chest to curve up and over his shoulders. “Pretty, pretty boy,” she purrs, using his shoulders as leverage to properly ride him. She bites down on her lip as she sits fully down on him, strands of hair falling forward from her braid as her head tilts down. Letting a soft, breathy “shit…” slip from her lips as his cock stretches her open, she lazily grinds forward. “You fill me so well, Karl, you always do.”
Karl’s cock twitches inside her, his body responding for him before he could even think of doing anything. “Buttercup…” he sighs, his whole body covered in goosebumps. “Please.”
Isolde lifts herself briefly before dropping down onto his cock again, then back up and down, making a slow but steady rhythm of it.
She prides herself on making him delirious with pleasure and this is her favorite part. He’s just so lovely like this: sensitive, squirming, eyes squeezed shut, mouth wide open.
Isolde leans back to a more upright position when, as she places her hands on his knees for stability, something catches her off guard. The cuff on her wrist seems to have a gentle shake moving through it, like it’s trembling.
Having caught onto that, she begins to notice something else: almost unable to hear over the lewdness of their bodies and creaking of the old bed, she recognizes a soft rattling of metal around the room.
Karl’s back to squirming, he can’t sit still; propping himself up on his elbows, he tips his head back and lets out a loud, unhindered moan, his panting becoming more vocal as time passes.
Out of the corner of her eye Isolde sees something move that almost pulls her out of the moment until, amongst a series of curses, her name leaves Karl’s lips in a whimper.
She has to pause a moment, just sitting there on him. That was her name- not honey, not buttercup, not princess, not sweetheart- her name.
It makes her knees weak, it makes both her heart and insides throb. She clenches around him, a grunt forcing its way out of his chest in response; he can’t hold himself up anymore and moves to lay back again.
Isolde lifts herself until only the head of his cock is inside her then quickly sinks back down all the way, over and over and over which is fairly easily given how wet she is.
Reaching down for the vibrator, she turns it on again and gently presses it to the side of his cock, enough so it hits her clit every time she reaches the base.
Tears stream down Karl’s cheeks, strands of his hair stuck to his damp forehead, his poor tongue devoid of all moisture from quick breaths. He can’t get a word out anymore, nothing comes to, his mind feels like mush and, to be completely honest, he’s rather enjoying it.
“Fuck, you’re so good…” Isolde wishes she could save how he looks right now, somehow, so she could show him how lovely he is, but they aren’t there yet. No mirrors, no pictures, no seeing himself. And she’d much rather let him build his confidence being beneath her in peace, he deserves something peaceful.
Glancing down at his face, his sweet, lust-drunk face: hazy half-lidded eyes locked in on her, jaw slack to accommodate his quickening breaths, Isolde recognizes his much-neglected release is rapidly approaching.
She keeps a steady pace, unable to take her eyes off him, and she opens her mouth to speak through her own pants and sighs. “Oh god, you’re so beautiful, Karl, you really are. You’re nothing short of perfect; you’ve been so good for me tonight, I’m so proud of you.”
Her voice is bliss to him: pure pleasure coursing up his spine, through his shoulders, across his chest, down between his legs with the vibrations of the toy. He lets out a pitiful whimper as his eyes roll back, a hand leaving her hip to press against his forehead and slowly trail back to grip his hair.
A smile pulls at the woman’s lips, pleased with his reaction, before she reaches out and places a gentle hand on his. “Look at me, precious, look at me.”
“Fuck!” He spits through clenched teeth, tears burning his eyes as his fingers untangle from his hair and move to blindly grasp Isolde’s hand. “Please, please!”
She can feel his cock leaking again, his pleas only confirm her suspicions. “I know, angel, I feel it. You’re okay, you don’t have to hold back,” she coos and gives his hand a squeeze. “I’m not gonna stop you this time, I want you to let go.”
Karl’s whimpers drag on, unable to hold them back as she picks up her pace.
Keeping one hand on his knee, Isolde presses the vibrator further against his cock, her voice pitching to more of a whine. It’s getting increasingly more difficult to keep up with her own climax approaching, her legs shaking every time she picks herself up. Eyeing the poor man beneath her: his brow knit together, his eyes squeezed shut, his teeth clenched, tears rolling down his cheeks- the knot in her belly tightens further.
Between heavy breaths, she murmurs an encouraging: “Come for me, angel, I’ve got you.”
Trembling fingers slide down her hips to squeeze her thighs, his nails digging into her skin while the band on her wrist tightens. His hips buck up, the plug shifting inside him, and he yanks her down onto his cock in full with such desperation that it forces a gasp from her chest.
An absolutely carnal scream tears free from his throat as his release finally hits, the cry echoing off the walls and down into the core of the factory over the creaking machinery.
That’s the final push Isolde needs- the aggressiveness of his climax, the volume of his cry, the strength of his grip on her legs- the fact that both hands could envelope her whole waist in the first place, send her over the edge with a sharp gasp.
She shivers, her breath escaping in a rush as she flinches the vibrator away from her suddenly oversensitive clit. Warmth spreads inside her as her body clenches around him, drawing out a long, mindless moan from him amongst vocal panting.
Karl’s head falls back against the pillows with a heavy sigh and with his body relaxing comes a second of silence, the proverbial calm before the storm, immediately followed by the fall: tools, equipment, hunks of metal clattering to the floor with an almost violent-sounding crash. The noise is jarring and gets a good jump out of Isolde, her heart skipping as she catches her own breath.
It takes her a moment to put two and two together: the metal and the rattling and the rise and the fall.
Still, she carefully leans forward, her breast pressing against his chest while she lifts a hand to gently wipe his last stray tears from his eyes and sweat from his forehead.
Resting against his body, she feels everything. Feels his heart pound against his ribs, feels his chest heave with each breath, feels low groans rattle through his throat, feels him soften inside her.
It’s taken a lot to get to this point, he’s made it so far from even the first time he bottomed for her, going from being unable to face her at all to lying here on his back for her. While nearness is still tentative and frightening, he no longer resists it. In fact, he’s been coming to form an appreciation for it.
Isolde cups his face, lightly scratching her nails over his bearded cheeks as she gazes at his softening features and waits patiently for him to calm down.
“Mmh…” He slowly brings his hands up to rest on her back, holding her close, and peels his eyes open to glance down at her.
Isolde gives him a gentle smile. “Hi,” she coos.
Karl can’t help but smile back, a soft chuckle rolling through his chest. “Hi.”
“Are you okay?”
“M-hmmm…”
“Have I rendered the man of many words speechless?”
He raises his brows and closes his eyes again. “You wear me out.”
“I bet I do,” she giggles, gently trailing her fingers across his chest, tracing scarred scratches and old wounds. “How are you feeling?”
“Fuckin’ exhausted…”
“Would you like me to bring dinner back here? So we can curl up, get all cozy, I’ll play with your hair till you fall asleep…”
Karl goes to nod but pauses. His lips twitch like he wants to say something but instead tightens his grip on her waist.
“Okay.” Isolde smiles as her hands cup his face, her thumbs rubbing along his cheekbones. “I’m so proud of you. You’ve come so far, you really have, in everything. You’re being so strong right now, letting yourself rest like this, going against your instincts. Letting down your walls, depending on me. You let me do something so vulnerable as pegging you- not only that, but lying on your back too. That’s so big, Karl, I’m so proud of you.” She moves to run her fingers through his hair, keeping an eye on the faint beginnings of a smile pulling at his lips. “I want you to know that if I had the choice of somehow going back and leaving after I woke up here, going back home- maybe never even coming here in the first place, living my life normally. And being right here… I’d choose this. I’d choose it again and again and again for you.” She presses a gentle kiss to his chin. “You picked me up on the side of the fucking road and now you’re stuck with me. I’ll be getting on your last nerve for the rest of your life.”
The tired smile spreads across Karl’s face as he slides a hand up to her shoulder. “You could never get on my bad side, buttercup, not really.” His voice is uncharacteristically quiet, rough and gravelly from use. “You might think you’re a nuisance to me but honey you couldn’t be even if you tried…”
Isolde practically melts against his chest, her expression softening to a mix of love from what he said and surprise that he’d said something like that at all. “Karl…”
A hand trails down her back again, settling on her ass. “You keep squeezing on my cock like that you’re gonna make me hard again.”
Isolde smiles and swats at his chest. “Fuck you.” She presses a kiss to his lips before she sits back and carefully lifts herself up off of him. He cringes, sucking in behind clenched teeth at the air, cool in comparison, enveloping his cock.
“Fuck, that’s cold,” he grumbles, propping himself up by his elbows.
“What, do you want me back on you?” She teases, reaching down between his legs to curl her fingers around the base of the toy.
Karl raises his brows. “That an offer?”
Isolde pulls on the plug to slowly ease it out of him, coaxing a soft groan from his throat.
“I have to clean everything,” She places a hand on his shoulder for stability before she reaches over him to grab the dildo from the side table. “And bring dinner back.”
Karl smirks and settles his hands on her hips, thoroughly enjoying his view at face level with her chest. “That won’t take long.” He wastes no time in holding her still to press open-mouth kisses to the top of her breast.
Isolde lets out a light sigh. “Hey…” Holding the toys in one hand, she tangles her fingers in his hair and leans her body back enough for him to bow his head and suck at the bare skin. He drags his tongue over her nipple as his hands trail down her back to grab and squeeze at her ass.
It takes a long, admittedly lovely moment of soft sighs and whimpers before Isolde remembers the pot still on the stove. As much as she doesn’t want to leave, she thinks of the walk of shame she’d have to make to buy two meals from The Duke smelling strongly of sex and burnt meat.
“Hey, I have to go- I have to, it’s gonna burn-“ As she moves back, he leaves her with a playful nip that causes her to yelp and quickly jump to get off the bed, narrowly avoiding his grasp.
“Go on then.” Karl waves a hand at her and turns to grab a cigar from the side table. “Sooner you go, sooner you get back, sooner I get to ruin that pretty body of yours.” He makes a squeezing motion with his hand.
Isolde snorts, stepping into his boots and grabbing his button-up from the floor. “Glad someone enjoys my tinyass chest.”
“You shut your fuckin’ hole, you’ve got the prettiest goddamn tits I’ve ever seen.”
He says firmly, rummaging through the side drawer for his lighter.
Isolde can’t even begin to hide the smile breaks across her lips. “I shouldn’t feel so flattered by that.” She slips his button-up over her arms and grabs his undershirt from the floor, dragging it up the cum trailing down her legs. She was going to wash everything anyway. “I just fucked a giant bear of a man into submission, I’m starving. What happened to you being so exhausted?”
Running his tongue along his bottom lip as he eyes her cleaning herself with his shirt, Karl lifts his the cigar to his mouth as he lights it before turning to blow smoke towards her. “I’m having a sudden burst of energy.” He flashes a grin at her, that mischievous sparkle back in those tired eyes.
Isolde shakes her head with a smile and tosses the shirt at him, hitting him in the chest as she makes her way out the door.
“Hurry that pretty little ass back here!” He calls around the cigar between his teeth.
Isolde stops and quickly takes a few steps back to the doorway, shifting the bottom of her shirt up to momentarily flash him.
Letting out a short laugh, Karl chucks the undershirt back at her before leaning back against the pillows.
He sighs a puff of smoke, watching it swirl up towards the ceiling. “Fuck.”