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[drwhitly]

Martin had found the little note on the counter when he went to make his morning tea. It was sweet and touching, showed him that she was growing attached and committed to him. He hated how much time he had to spend alone since she did manage the cafe and that did matter for appearances.

Still, it didn't keep him from ordering not one, not two, but three dozen roses to be sent over to the cafe. He was a romantic and a man of grand gestures, especially when he had the funds.

The note delivered with them read If you leave me waiting too long, I'll go mad. ;)

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[statuethief]

She had been considering hiring another employee, she's not as worried about money as she once was.

The note had been simple, very her. The grand gesture of a metric ton of roses arriving is so very Martin. She reads the note and laughs. The cafe has been dead since noon so she closes early, after getting the roses spread about the place. They will look gorgeous in the morning.

She sends a text saying she's on the way.

[drwhitly]

Good. I've got some handcuffs with your name on them.

[statuethief]

His reply has her laughing in the back of the cab.

you are a romantic.

She does rather look forward to the handcuffing. He never leaves her wanting in bed; or the sofa, the floor; pretty much wherever they end up.

[drwhitly]

Martin is sipping wine while he awaits her arrival. It’s been several days since he “worked” last and it has him a bit tense. Not that he always needed his fix, when he had been a proper free man he had made them last quite a while before engaging again.

I could recite some poetry if I’m not so distracted by your mouth and what I’ll do to it.

[statuethief]

sounds like a challenge.

It's only a few minutes before she's climbing the stairs to his place. Or really, their place, it's not if her flat has seen much of her recently.

Still she knocks on the door.

Ah! thought I responded to this already!

[drwhitly]

“Come in-“ he calls out, surprised that she still won’t just let herself in. She’s been there plenty already. “It’s unlocked.”

He sits on the lush couch with a book and his wine which had entertained him while he had waited.

[statuethief]

"Sorry, habit." She says as she steps into the flat.

"That was an abundance of roses. Thank you." To say that no one has ever made a gesture quite so bold would be putting it mildly.

[drwhitly]

He looked back at her from where he sat. "We could even get you a key, you know." Something that was already in the works since of all people, he wouldn't mind her walking in on him at any point.

"I take it you liked them?" He aimed to top any sort of gesture a man had made towards her in the past.

[statuethief]

"I'd like a key." She nods, it's probably time to be able to let herself in.

"Loved them. They're decorating the cafe." She moves to sit on the sofa with him.

[drwhitly]

“Well for you, anything-“ he grinned, arm going up and over the back of the sofa where she sat.

“I’ll have to break out and see them.” He jested, leaning in the kiss her.

“I’ve got some more gifts for you,” he whispered when he was close as if they had to be sly. There had been an appeal to having eyes on them all the time at Claremont.

[statuethief]

"I do like it when you visit me at work." She meets the kiss with a smile.

"Oh? Are they surprises?" He's actually quite fun as a partner, witty and charming. And he cooks some great dinners. He's easy to love, if you're okay with the murder.

[drwhitly]

"Then I will attempt to do it more often." He gave her, although even that will be limited since he can't go out too terribly often.

Martin prides himself on being a top-notch partner, to outrank anyone else in her life. "Of course they are, darling." he kissed her before presenting her with a wrapped box. Inside she would find a small sleek looking toy with a remote; one piece meant for her panties, the other for him.

[statuethief]

Given the amount of time she spends in his flat it's pretty obvious he's the only man in her life.

She opens the box and grins at the toy.

"Well this looks fun." He would be absolutely relentless with the remote, it'll be the best torture.

[drwhitly]

"Thought it might be up your alley," He gently stroked her back with his fingertips. "Would give me reason to come by the cafe, but we can definitely play with it here." Experiment with its range.

"There's some more upstairs."

[statuethief]

She chuckles, "you've been shopping."

She trails a few kisses across his throat.

"Shall we play with them, darling?"

[drwhitly]

"Just a little," His arm pulled her in; his cock already stirring. "We shall."

He looked up towards the stairs which led to his bedroom before looking back to her. "Or would moving ruin the mood?"

[statuethief]

She grinds her hips against him with a smirk.

"I don't think anything will ever ruin the mood." She kisses him. It's so easy to get turned on with him.

[drwhitly]

“You’re right.” He submitted as he felt her grind against him. He picked up the toy from the small box, it was shaped like a slender leaf. Without a word he reached right into her pants, sliding it into her panties so that it nicely cupped against her clit.

“I’m going to get you dripping wet before I give you anything.” He informed her as he leaned over and picked up the remote, switching it onto the lowest setting to give her a taste.

[statuethief]

"Yes, sir." She knows how he loves it when she acknowledges his power over her. That buzz is a bit of a suprise and she gasps at the suddenness of it.

"Oh, well that feels lovely." She decides to busy her mouth with long, drawn out kisses. He still tastes of wine.

[drwhitly]

Martin returns her kisses since she is correct to know that he loves the power play between them.

"Does it?" He leans back to open his own pants, revealing his hardening cock. "Then lets both feel 'lovely'." He proposes a game of equal masturbation of sorts, not increasing her pleasure but keeping his finger on the remote to do so at any moment.

[statuethief]

She reaches to stroke his cock, she's become quite familiar with it, and exactly how he likes to be touched.

"I missed you this morning." He had been gone when she woke up.

[drwhitly]

Her touch immediately relaxed him and he exhaled, leaning in towards her, bumping the vibration up a notch as if rewarding her.

“Did you?” He had been summoned by his keepers. More of a mob doctor sort of call, but all the same it was work. “What would you have done if I’d been here?”

[statuethief]

The vibration increases and she breathes out a little sigh.

"You do have a tendency to appear in my morning shower." She quite looks forward to the familar feel of him pressing against her back in the shower.

"I would have blown you before breakfast, my love. A nice little start to the day."

[drwhitly]

He chuckled, “I do.” And those showers were significantly better than any he’d had over the last 20 years.

“My favorite start to the day,” he added, which was certainly true. “In the shower or in bed?” Just to be clear when he chose to fantasize about it in an instant when she was absent.

“And I would have had you swallow,” he reminded, a hand going to stroke the hair on the back of her head. “Then made you breakfast.”

[statuethief]

She savors all of the affection. Her mornings have been much improved since Martin arrived in London. Waking up next to him, having a morning shag before going to the cafe; it was wonderful.

"In the shower, it's warmer." She chuckled. "As if I ever spit."

He has her fairly well trained already. She adds a little more pressure to her strokes.

[drwhitly]

“I know it’s hard when I shove my cock down your throat and don’t let you pull your head away,” thrusting rapidly as he came every time. Yet he says this casually and affectionately. He does appreciate that she takes it like a pro every time. As if she authentically enjoys it.

“Why don’t you give it a taste now, hmm?” He nods for her to lower her head to his lap.

[statuethief]

She's never entirely thrilled about being gagged on his cock, but he never does so enough to really hurt her.

She moves off his lap and onto her knees in front of him. She kisses the tip of his cock.

"Only if you promise to come in my pussy this time. I've missed you in my cunt." She drives such a hard bargain.

She dips her head to swirl her tongue along the underside of his shaft before taking him in her mouth.

[drwhitly]

“I live for the sight of you like that.” He tells her as he watches her kneel before him. His mouth falls open when her lips just gently make the first contact with his swollen cock.

“I promise I’ll cum in any hole you want, darling.” He exhaled, leaning back as he felt her take him into her hot wet mouth.

His free hand went to the top of her head to stroke her hair as she moved. “That’s it,” he encouraged her, flicking the vibrator up a notch for only a few seconds before turning it back down.

[statuethief]

He is rather agreeable when she's on her knees taking his cock in her mouth.

The vibration goes up a notch and she moans around his length. And then it's gone but she's still intent on bringing him close.

[drwhitly]

Martin is extremely agreeable when she is on her knees in front of him. He is well aware of who holds the real power in this position but maintains that it is him.

His toes unseeingly curl when she moans against his hot and sensitive skin. “Mmm- yes- keep going.” He urged her, relaxing and stroking her hair, finger teasing on the remote in plain view.

[statuethief]

They both know she could hurt him quite a lot and very quickly if she really wanted to.

She savors the encouragement, she's easy like that. She wants to please him, even as she bobs her head enough to gag a little; it's because she knows he fucking loves it.

[drwhitly]

Martin does fucking love to hear the sloppy sounds of her choking on his hardening cock, saliva smearing all over his thighs as he watches it go down her chin. The mess of herself that she would make. He made a very conscious note that she look imitative rather than needing to be forced.

Rewarding her for making a wise move, he switched up the vibrator; even getting a little excited himself when he could hear it hum just a little louder.

“I’m just imagining how wet you’re getting.”

[statuethief]

She hums a little around his cock, a little confirmation that she has absolutely drenched knickers at this point.

She finds she rather likes to please him, even in the ways that a bit painful for her. He has a way of making pain feel good.

[drwhitly]

“Stand up,” he instructs despite excessively enjoying her mouth, even holding her down to take the majority of him for just an extended moment.

He waited until she was standing to increase the vibration, just wanting to see her grow weak in the knees. His hand wrapped around his cock, stroking it with the saliva that coated it.

“Keep your panties on and sit on my lap.” He instructed, not wanting to lose the power of control that the toy provided.


[sorry so slow but I’ll still back tag these 2 forever!]

[statuethief]

She does go a bit weak in the knees, her hand going to his shoulder for stability as she moves to his lap.

"Yes, Dr. Whitly." She does as instructed climbing onto his lap. She also leans in to catch his lips, her kiss is affectionate, something sweet between them.


[same. I'll go down with this ship]

[drwhitly]

“Good girl,” he purred. He liked that she surprised him with a kiss. His arm easily slid around her waist, a hand went into her panties to feel how wet she had become.

“That toy is a winner,” he chuckled, slipping a finger inside of her to feed into her arousal.

“I wonder if it works further back,” he suggested, taking the flat toy out of her panties and bringing it around to slide down the back and land as close to her tighter puckered hole. He knew they had different interests but a few overlapped and there was some willingness on both sides. “Or maybe I get a whole different toy for that next time. If you’re good.”

[ You and me both <3 ]

[statuethief]

Her mouth travels from his to suck a few lightly-red marks on his throat. She feels rather possessive today.

She groans as it moves further back.

"I desperately want to see you with a little prostate stimulation." She knows she'll never get to fuck him, but a little vibrating plug doesn't seem entirely out of the question.

[drwhitly]

His hand goes to the back of her head, gently stroking her hair as she tends to his neck, softly moaning as he enjoys the sensation.

Martin chuckles knowing the things she has wanted to explore with him. He didn’t mind a tongue every now and then but they hadn’t matured to toys in that arena.

“Well,” he spoke slowly and with calculation. “For you, I would certainly consider a...medium sized toy.” He was confident he could take more than just some tiny bulb. “There is a g spot in the rectum which is largely neglected.” That medical knowledge slipped out rather regularly.

[statuethief]

"I take that as quite the show of trust, Dr. Whitly. I think you'd do well with a bit of prostate vibration while you fuck me."

Lord knows the man is well acquainted with her ass. She loves being on his lap, feeling his hardness pressed against her.

"Should we go to bed? Or just fuck right here first?"

[drwhitly]

“Darling, I have truly trusted you with my life.” She could really turn him in at any moment if she so chose to. “What’s a vibrating plug?” Since he certainly doesn’t intend to be pegged.

“Ah, lets get to bed,” his hand had slid to cup her ass. “There’s more lube up there in case we need it.” With a pat he urged her to stand so that he could briefly put pants on again for the short trip. He of course, turned up the vibrator as soon as she reached the stairs.