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Black Tie
By : RWBYRemnants
Category: +M through R > RWBY
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Disclaimer: RWBY is not mine and I make no money from this fic
Chapter List
- 3
- 4
- 5
WARNINGS: Degradation/taunting, bondage, vibrator, penetrative sex, anal beads, sack worship, fellatio, masturbation, mild voyeurism.

=Chapter 4
Winter's eyes clenched shut in mortification. This couldn't be happening. Qrow had just been threatening to call Weiss, and now the effort was spared him by her initiating contact. Maybe he wouldn't go fetch the phone from her pants pocket. Maybe he'd just let it go to voicemail.
Unfortunately for her, that wasn't the case. He journeyed over to the pile of clothes, eventually picking up the source of the sound. And sure enough, there was the contact, plain as day: 'Weiss <3' it said at the very top, along with an image that Winter had taken from her Facebook taking up the rest of the lockscreen. Interestingly, this wasn't just a request for a voice call, but a video call.
Oh, it played right into his hands… he really could turn on the video, expose her to her innocent sister right there and then. But he didn't want that any more than she did; tempting idea, but horrible in practice. Still, he could have a little fun with it anyway. He selected the second option; answering without video. It was the lesser evil, but an evil all the same.
"Winter Schnee's phone."
Out of the speakerphone blared the voice of her sister, sounding mildly stunned. Obviously, someone other than Winter herself answering had wrongfooted the poor girl. "O-oh… hello. Is Winter available? This is her sister."
The elder sister cringed. She shouldn't be hearing this - not while she was shackled to her bedframe with five beads pressed up and into her anal passageway! Not while she was still so wet she could feel it dripping down herself… she hated that she still wanted to be taken, even as her sister spoke. Resented Qrow for teasing her, even if that was precisely what he was supposed to be doing.
Meanwhile, this presented a slight problem. If they were merely out bowling, Winter would have answered her own phone. He couldn't use that as an excuse. What reason would Qrow have for answering her cell? Why would they be together?
Deciding against giving a name, he tried to play them both. And smirked toward Winter while he spoke. "I'm afraid she's a little… tied up at the moment. I can pass on a message, maybe?"
There was some vague disappointment in the pop star's voice. "Ah, I see. No, that's alright; just let her know I called and that I'll speak to her later. Hope she's having fun!"
Somehow, that made it so much worse. She was having fun, but the exact kind of fun she never wanted Weiss to know about. Wasn't it bad enough she already knew she had used her body to seal a few business deals in the past? That was as bad as it could get, ever. Period.
"Oh, I’m sure she is." He left that rather vague as he looked back to her again, and noticed that she was still drooling. And still wet. She was still ready to be taken by the strong and powerful Qrow. Perfect. Still, to throw off suspicions, as politely as he could be, he spoke up, "Anyway, you take care of yourself. I'll pass the message on."
"Thank you so much! Goodbye." The tone was formal; perhaps she hadn't even noticed it was Qrow. That would be the best case scenario. Now the shame would only be hers and hers alone.
And Qrow would know about it, of course. She had seen his eyes roving over her sex as she hung there, waiting for the conversation to end. What would he be thinking of her? Or would his mind get right back to what he had been doing before? The anxiety was gnawing at her stomach as she twisted and turned slightly. If he began teasing her about the call…
Once the call was ended, he placed her phone on the nearest bedside table, face down this time. One distraction was enough for today. Now, he had business to attend to. He had a Schnee of his own to satisfy. And thankfully for her, he was too interested in that rather than the call.
"Sorry about that, Princess." He spoke gruffly again, finally taking the vibrator back into his hand again. "We can call her back once we're done. I stick by my promises; you've been too good a slut for me to show her today."
And while Winter had been nodding, she suddenly tensed at that last word. Up until then, it had been a complete relief that he was going to let this drop… but now, she wasn't sure. "Today." That meant he was still going to dangle that thrillingly dangerous notion over her head. She hated that it thrilled her slightly; the last thing she wanted was for that to actually happen, but as she was already well aware, the thrill of the possibility of being caught… it was one of her favourite aphrodisiacs. She just didn’t expect it to be equally effective when involving a family member.
"Alrighty, where were we?" he asked rhetorically. He knew full well the answer to that question. And it came all the more obviously when he clicked the button, and the vibrations could he heard from where Winter was suspended.
"Oh yeah… now I remember." He was headed forward again, crawling closer over the bed to get the best possible angle to see what he was doing, and use it accordingly. First thing was first: to tease her, he pressed the vibrating edge along her outer thigh, rubbing up and down so she could feel the vibrations… just not in the right place. "You want this?"
Her white-hair bobbed as she nodded eagerly, displaying her need more openly to the man she ached to have satisfy her. Even just on her leg, it felt so appealing! She craved more.
Growling in sheer delight, he trailed it along the thigh all the more, until it was brushing against the inner, up and down, agonisingly slow. But that teasing and taunting wouldn't last long.
"Drooling, dripping… You really do want this. How can I deny such a sweet thing?" he asked, until he moved it further upward.
Finally it was delving into the soaked petals, rubbing up and down, gathering up moisture wherever he could. But he knew full well that would be just as satisfying.
"NHGGHHHH!" she growled against the well-coated ball in her mouth as she writhed against the vibrator, hips gliding forward to meet it slightly. Now they were talking. Oh, how she ached to have it go inside of her… to tease her throbbing clit, her every inch! Qrow could do just about anything to her by that point and she would welcome it, as long as he kept teasing her body, bringing her vaguely close to orgasm. Even if not all at once.
There were the odd few times when he did just that, allowed it upward enough to tease that sensitive little nub right at the top, rubbing around it with the moisture to get the most out of the moment. But she should know by now he wouldn't allow her to orgasm that way. Not for a long time. That would come in another form, one becoming more and more obvious against his trousers as time went on. The display before him was enough to get him ready, to fully harden his aching length. All he needed to do was pull it out and wrap it.
Once Winter's eyes found that tenting in the front of Qrow's pants, she stopped, and her groan changed pitch. Became more coy. It was a dangerous thing for a sub to do, to have an attitude that was anything but subservient, but she was curious what his reaction might be if she teased back. And at any rate, it wasn't such an awful transgression.
He noticed how her hips were angling away from the vibrations… what a strange thing to do, for her to reject these efforts after so long. It made no sense, was something wrong?
But then when he saw where she was looking on him, he understood. And began to smirk. She wanted things to go further already, rather than wait it out. She was truly desperate to feel him once more. And when he lowered the vibrator away from her again, he was taking the steps to oblige that request, unbuttoning his pants. "That needy, huh? You really are a cumslut."
In lieu of actually being able to answer, she nodded vigorously, working her lips at the ballgag. Literally chomping at the bit to have him begin in earnest to pleasure both of them. She had enjoyed their play, and would enjoy more if he were to switch things up, but she was definitely ready and waiting to be fucked silly.
He couldn't help but laugh to himself, dropping both his pants and underwear to allow his length free from them. Was it possible he was even bigger this time? From all the teasing and taunting, it could well be. In addition to that display, he drew his wallet out from the pocket again; along with one of his “special supply” he'd replenished specifically for Winter. No time for fancy showing off; he was needy and wanted it just as much as she did. The only question he had as he slid it onto his member was…
"Hmm… Nod for the front, or shake your head for behind."
Without any hesitation, she nodded again. The feeling of his cock tight in her ass would be satisfying, no doubt, but that area was already abundantly occupied. She wanted to leave it that way while he saw to her well-lubricated flower. Besides… her eyes were entirely focused on the rolling of latex onto her new favourite toy of them all.
"It's a pity I can't be pulling at those beads while I ram you, but I guess this ain't the angle for that. Another time." As he shuffled himself forward toward her and slid his legs through where hers were spread, it was beginning to dawn just how close they would be. For some reason, even if it was the kinkiest of situations, it felt all the more intimate than taking her on the floor did back at their apartment. And he knew no doubt it would be the same when they got going.
Grasping the bar above for balance, he managed to stand. And faced her while he pushed himself slightly forward, able to feel his member rubbing against her wet sex.
All Winter could do was sigh in anticipation of more, her breath caressing the side of Qrow's face. Indeed, they were much closer now than the last time; right up against each other. Intimate. Maybe it was best she was gagged, or she might have said or done something that would change the play into something that was less playful and more serious.
The only downside was, she also was unable to tell him that she still wanted the beads tugged on. That he could probably reach around and make it happen. Not that he had to, but if he really was determined to stimulate her in two places at once… it could be managed, if only with some nominal strain.
"You've been a real good princess tonight…" He looked again at the gag in her mouth, how she was still salivating all over it. She really must have been desperate by now, yet still patiently waited for her Dom to do as he pleased. Satisfied with that, he finally reached down to his length, repositioning his hips to align it up with her entrance, and pushing forward.
With how wet she was, she practically welcomed the hard length inside her as if they were made for each other. And he felt very little resistance when he pulled himself up on the bar with his spare hand either, the hand holding his length looping around to hold her back using both as leverage to push himself in deep. It would be an effort, but with perseverance, they would succeed.
Her eyes flew open at his entry, but again, it was so smooth and without true resistance that there was no wince of pain, no awkward shifting and attempting to find a decent angle. He was simply inside of her. God, how could he be so huge?! Did he start taking some dubious male enhancement pharmaceuticals during the past week? It boggled the mind.
As best he could, he continued at a much needed pace in and out of her body, using a mix of his hip movement, the bar, and supporting her back to get the best angle he could. And gradually, he managed to build his speed to one that would bring about an end. But one casual slip of his hand had him groping at her cheek, where he made a delightful discovery. He could feel the handle slightly brush against his fingers. It could be reached after all, and that plan could be put into action. In fact…
He didn't even tell her. He merely waited until a particularly hard thrust before he grasped it firmly, and pulled…
"HNNHGHHH!!!" she groaned out, eyes flying wide. It was so much! So unexpected! The sphere was lubed up well enough that she delighted in the feeling, but she was worried if he tugged too hard, it would leave some lasting damage! Still… she resisted using their safety signal. His thrusts felt too good to cut them off by saying as much, and she was not feeling any near-pain from her fragile rear entrance just yet. She would wait and see.
The reactions were like an addiction. Hell, he needed a healthier one compared to his drinking. Still thrusting long and hard into her sex, he could even at times feel where they were, and very slightly how they moved when he pulled and manipulated them. If he was feeling it with his cock, what on earth did it feel like inside her?
He never once increased the firmness of his pulling, however. He simply eased the pressure on and off, attempting to match it up with his thrusting.
Winter's toes did their best to cling to the floor as she stood up on them, straining to hold herself up high enough for him to have an easier time thrusting. Difficult as that was while chained to the bars of the bed, she managed. She had to; the last thing she wanted was to disappoint her master in their greatest hour of need.
Speaking of which… her own needs were reaching their end far faster than she anticipated. It wouldn't be long now. The sphere pressing, straining to escape her taut ring of muscle, was going to make that happen a lot faster.
"That's it, little cumslut," he encouraged, yet again adjusting the pressure back and forth all while he thrust as deep as he could manage. Already he could feel her inner walls twitch and throb in the anticipation of what was to come. She was so, so close. But what could push her over, he wondered?
The answer was in his hand. The first clue was fairly obvious when the movements of the string and his thrusts no longer synced. He wasn't easing the pressure, only increasing it more and more, slowly pulling at it. He knew exactly what to do to get her over the edge, and only hoped it would come when he felt the resistance suddenly drop, and the largest sphere worked itself free with a quiet POP!
"HNNNGHHHHKKK!" she cried out loudly as the sudden increase and drop-off of pressure did the rest of the work. She came and came hard, feeling her insides convulse and vibrate as she was completely overcome by pleasure, the sphere resting against the outside of her back door still serving as a reminder of what had brought her there. Her wrists and ankles thrashed against their restraints as she rode it out, crying loudly as much as she could, and then hung limply from the bar overhead. Even if this wasn’t her best climax of all time, it was certainly in the running.
Yet it was one that seemed to keep going. Feeling rather cocky in his actions, he continued to thrust, still hanging onto the handle while he began the gradual teasing back and forth again, pulling and then stopping while matching the thrusts. Even when she had just finished, he hadn’t yet – and seemed determined to keep her cumming a second time. If that was possible.
But Winter was feeling very overwhelmed. Her sex was starting to feel raw from finishing, and thanks to all the buildup the sensations were growing overmuch very quickly. In the end, it was the fact that she couldn't breathe; sucking air in through her nostrils was becoming harder and harder, and she felt a slight panic attack coming on. Not that she was prone to such things, but once in awhile, she just needed a break.
So she did her best to crow like a rooster. It didn't really work; she just sounded like she was still moaning out in pleasure, still enjoying herself. Which she was, despite needing to stop. Tears ran down her cheeks as she gripped the bar harder, beginning to resign herself to being Qrow's sheath until he finished.
It almost seemed like he was going to – use her without relenting until he came. That was the plan until he snapped himself out of his lust filled daze to pay close attention. She was gripping the bar so tight that she shuddered slightly for a start, and he had managed to notice that she wasn't as wet below as she was when they really started. That was all without seeing the tears streaming down her face.
But he didn't know if that was enough of a sign. For all he knew, Winter was used to his, and powered through regardless. Maybe that was what she wanted him to do, since he didn't hear a safety word yet. He had to be sure. Keeping himself still, he used the bar to lean himself in, asking in an out of character whisper, "You alright there?"
It almost shocked her so much that she didn't answer. Finding her voice, she tried to crow again; it still sounded like muffled nonsense. Instead, she relaxed one of her hands and snapped a couple of times before she had to grasp the bar again, to prevent herself from hanging down limply.
"…Ah shit."
Right away he drew his hips away from hers, forcing his hard member back out of her body again. It seemed at first like he was blaming her for not being able to handle it, that she should have hung on longer and let him keep going. But that wasn't the case at all. And that was obvious by the way he spoke while he reached up for the buckle of one of her gloves, loosening it fully.
"Sorry, Snowbird."
Nodding, she waited until he was moving on to the other hand before she slowly slipped her hand free of the glove, which dangled from the bar. They would have to remember to nab it and put it away later. Then she raised her hand to her gag, but she hesitated. Waiting for her master's approval, even though play had technically ended when she gave both signals.
"One second…" And within a few moments, her hands were free again to do as she pleased. All he needed to do was move on to the ankle cuffs. However when he shuffled back to climb back over and off the bed to do as such, he noticed her hesitation on taking off the gag just yet and gave a nod. "Course you can. Didn’t the signal mean you’re done?"
Pulling it off post haste, Winter gasped, then took several sucking breaths that caused her to start coughing as she leaned down against the bed, shuddering and convulsing. After a few seconds, she got herself under control and began to breathe more evenly.
"S-sorry," she rasped, then cleared her throat. "Sorry. I didn't mean to panic like that, I… you must be really upset, I thought I could hold out until you finished…"
"Are you crazy?" Unstrapping her ankles at last, he walked back around to the side of the bed again. Even if she was expecting teasing or taunting, none of that came. She called the safety word, their play was over. She had explained that very adequately – and combined with the small amounts of research Qrow had done into the subject, now was the time for another step that was just as important.
Aftercare. One of his hands made its way into her hair, gently petting it in an attempt to calm her further, just something to prove she wasn't alone, and wasn't being ignored. "You were asking me to stop. I'd much rather wander off and crank one out in your bathroom than keep going and cause you pain."
Nodding against the hand, eyes closing, she allowed herself some shaky sighs that slowly became less and less shaky. Then she swallowed before she prompted herself to speak.
"Y-yes, I know. I just… I wasn't in real pain, just… discomfort, but I couldn’t breathe, and I feel so… stupid." Then she opened her eyes to keep going before he could cut her off. "Thank you for being so attentive. Honestly, I… thank you."
"Not a problem. But one thing, while we're not playing anymore." Gently brushing the hair away from her face and tucking it behind her ear, he leant forward slightly so she could maintain eye contact with her. "You're not stupid, or weak, or… whatever. Even if I say that kind of shit during play, out of it, that’s actually not true. So I don't want you to think of yourself as any of those, either. Got it?"
Against her own will, Winter felt her heart rate climbing into her throat, head spinning. Suddenly, she felt something for Qrow that she hadn't before. It wasn't a feeling she would call a "romantic", exactly… but just a closeness. They had an understanding on a deeper level than just the usual Dom and sub.
"I won't. You're… good at this. At both parts; before and after." Trying for sensual, she murmured, "I may have to keep you around for a bit." But it came out sounding warmer, less coy than she intended.
Blinking for a moment, he only smiled and nodded at her comments, continuing to pet at her hair and lightly starting to scratch her scalp. Maybe it was sensual, but they could think of that after, when he was sure she was able to cope again. And when there was less to worry about.
Speaking of which… "You're getting sappy on me and there's still four beads in your ass. Nice."
That helped erase the strange new feelings in favour of smirking and reaching down to slap his rear gently. "Maybe yours is next." Then she drew back and pet up and down his hips. "For now… I think such a good master deserves a reward from Princess. Don't you?"
Then she slowly began to sink down to squat in front of him.
"Hey, you don't have to do… that…" But her hand was already on the still hard member, beginning to stroke. He could already feel it hardening again, gradually returning to its glory. Maybe she could still do that after all if she wanted.
As she began to glide up and down through the latex, she gazed up at him. "We're not in the middle of a 'scene', of course, so I'll just ask… do you want me to go a little further? Or just keep doing this?"
Those fingers were working their magic. And they were working incredibly well; he was sure that he would be able to come easily if she kept going with those teasing actions. But then he remembered the events in his apartment, where she used her mouth for a few moments. Those moments, though it never was for long, felt incredible. And a part of him craved what it would be like to finish in such a way.
With that thought in mind, he nodded. "Go nuts."
With a look of mock surprise, Winter breathed, "Oh! Well, if you insist." And with that, she instead bypassed the cock entirely and bent lower, drawing one of his soft, warm spheres into her mouth. The skin drew tight around where she tugged, and her eyes closed in bliss, as if there were nothing else in the world she wanted more than to have his ball up against her tongue.
"O-oh!" Unable to help it, he found himself leaning back, trying to control the sheer bliss that such a thing brought. It was an incredible sensation, and brought about one or two moans of his own as the tongue glided over the skin and caressed him, making him yearn for more.
And as her hand came up to fondle him more thoroughly, her mouth switched to the other and her hand increased its speed. Though she didn't intend to bring him to completion in that way, it would be fun for both of them.
Humming contently, he eventually found himself relaxing into the sensation, growling in the sheer delight of having his manhood fussed all over. No other had done that for him. No one had fondled or caressed the delicate sack beneath in order to bring him to his end. And the sheer joy he got out of it was fantastic.
One hand fell to her hair, where he began to pet her softly. "More."
That could be taken so many ways. The way she chose to take it was simply to increase her current efforts, rather than jump upward and take him deeply into her throat as she eventually would. Her fingertips pressed harder into the taut muscles beneath his perineum, massaging them gently. Two or three of the men she had Dommed in the past had requested this, and never regretted said request. And as long as she didn't go too far backward, she hoped Qrow would not find it uncomfortable – since the focus remained on his cock.
"H-holy… Ffffuck…" He continued to pet her hair all the more, still scratching at her scalp gently, and more moans beginning to pour out from his mouth. Oh her skills were fantastic, and yet… he craved more. Craved to feel that fantastic tongue back on his length again, craved to feel the tightness of her throat around it. There wasn't many ways he could think of to let her know, not that would interrupt their play. For now, he left things as they were, just happy to continue.
However, she thought she had teased enough. Hand still fondling gently and satisfied with that, her other tightened on its next stroke upward, drawing the wrapping off of him in an easy gesture.
And there he was, laid bare to her. God, how she craved him! The powerful scent of latex began to mingle with his own, one that she was coming to appreciate deeply. Flinging the condom carelessly aside, she grasped him directly and stroked a few times.
"What is it you want, Master?" she teased lightly. Outside of their play, it somehow became something empowering to say to him. Almost taunting.
"Hnnn…" He purred once more with delight, growling at the sensation of being stroked. Now that the contact had left his sack, he needed more to push him to that limit. And gods, he was going to get it. Grasping a handful of her hair, he smirked downward at her in response. If that was how she was going to play, he'd be more than happy to oblige, and be just as commanding back at her. "I want you… to use that pretty mouth of yours."
"Ohhhh…" She made a point of pursing her lips as she breathed that sound in response to the hair-pulling, displaying to him how pretty she could make that mouth when she set her mind to it. Then her tongue ran the rim of her lips, wetting them as she slowly leaned closer.
"This mouth?"
"You know it," he said between a few large pants for breath, pulling on her hair slightly more to further express his need. That was enough. To delay anymore would certainly cross the line from playful into "play", and they hadn't discussed her Domming him yet. Therefore…
Her lips descended to kiss the very tip of him again, only lightly but with great relish. There was so much more to come… pun intended.
"Mmm… good girl," he encouraged, loosening his grip on her hair so he could scratch at her scalp lightly. Even if she was about to do him a service, he still thought it necessary to continue to comfort her. Even if it was something as simple as petting. Truth be told, he could likely pet her hair all day if she would let him.
Still, the lips on his head were payment enough, especially as he felt her slowly descending to give more. Her tongue began to trace back and forth beneath the head as she enveloped him, eyes sliding closed. Sight was not needed for this activity, and would not be for some time, but she still would look up to gauge his reaction, she knew. Would want to see him loving her treatment.
His reaction was to look upward, growling in sheer delight as he was pushed closer and closer to his personal limit. He'd felt it coming on for quite some time during their play, but this was an extra treat. Though perhaps requests still weren't completely off the mark.
"I want…" He breathed deeply, trying to maintain some sort of focus. "You to take me…. as deep as you can."
Drawing out just enough to speak, she uttered, "Yes, Master." Then she fell to work, managing to squeeze more and more of him into her throat an inch at a time, letting it happen rather than rushing things.
"Aaaahhh!" That was the contented growling to show she was doing just the right thing. The tightness around his member, and very tiny amounts of lavishings she could manage with her tongue were bringing him to his limit quickly. He could already feel himself twitching and throbbing from being so close, which she could no doubt sense in her mouth. That poor mouth of hers was being gagged with all sorts today.
Not that she gagged on it. No, Winter was a consummate professional in everything she did, deep-throating him with such ease that it almost looked as if she were a machine, bobbing up and down upon his cock. The hand not busy fondling his family jewels raised up to stroke up and down his hip, showing that she had not forgotten the object of their shared pleasure was connected to a person. Hopefully, these three pleasures, taken together, would gently bring him to the finish line.
Brought them to his finish, perhaps. Gently, not so much. In the end, stopping then starting again made for a more powerful orgasm of his own, and he found himself gripping her hair tightly when it was right at the bottom of its movements, keeping her there as he felt his length throb in her mouth. Just as she claimed to feel the first time she brought him to a finish, his member shot straight into her throat this time, without the barrier between them. Truth be told, he forgot all about it.
But she did not have that luxury. It wasn't something she minded in the slightest – not with a partner she trusted, anyway. As spurt after spurt made its way into her throat, she swallowed every last drop, fondling his sack to coax as much from within it as she could. Satisfying her craving. It was thick and warm, and she held her lips right up against his base as she devoured it all.
It took a few more seconds of grunts and shaky breaths, until finally he was finished. Too exhausted to tease further in any way, or keep her on him for the sake of it, he released her hair, allowing both of his hands to fall behind him to support himself instead. Panting into the open air, his face was one of sheer bliss, given by his wide grin and shaky breathing.
When the softening length slid from inside her mouth with a soft pop! she sighed, licking her lips and reaching up to hold the shifting length upright. Her mouth grazed over it again, tongue flicked out to slide up the head. She swallowed hard, then smiled upward.
"How was that for 'as deep as you can', hmm?"
It was both a fusion of laughter and deep breathing that came from him as he nodded rather quickly, grinning to himself as he looked back down toward her again. And once more, he couldn't help but reach forward and delicately pet her hair. Even after she'd done such a filthy deed, he couldn't resist that face of hers. One he'd grown to really appreciate these few encounters.
"Amazing, of course."
Grinning darkly, she straightened to stand - and then shivered. "Ooh… forgot about something." One of her hands drifted back toward her ass, but she didn't truly reach all the way to the handle of the device that was mostly inside of her. Just close enough that her meaning would be clear.
Leaning upright, he was able to spot the handle. Still present, hanging off the edge of one of the beads. Four more remained, which no doubt meant there was more opportunities for her pleasure. In fact…
"How do we wanna do this?" he asked, looking back to her face instead. "Because I kinda wanna give you a better orgasm, since I kinda fucked up that first one. Literally."
"Oh… you didn't 'fuck up' anything! It was good!" But her slight flush said that wasn't entirely the truth; partially, even mostly, but there was a part of her that regretted she panicked right afterward. No matter how mind-blowing the climax itself had been. "However… if you're sure you aren't tired out from your own…"
Shaking his head, he hopped back to his feet again, stepping to one side away from her. "Combat training; gotta always be ready. Not that I could shoot again, but you… Well, it's become a favourite thing to watch. You screaming, I mean." Patting the bed beside him shortly after, he smirked. "So get on here so I can help out, Princess."
Still a bit rosy-cheeked, Winter smiled as she touched a single index finger to the tip of his semi-erection. "Perhaps I will, at that." Then she slunk forward, crawling over the pristine sheets to lie on her side next to him…
And again, they were so close, his chest inches from hers, their legs practically gliding over each other. Things shouldn't have been so different with him; he was just another Dom. A very good one, and one that she felt she could trust wholeheartedly, but that was all. So why did her heart race even when they weren't doing anything in particular?
"So, how we gonna do this?" He made sure to sit upright, always looking down at her. Even out of play, he sensed that was something she enjoyed, even if it was just the smallest of gestures. Reaching one hand down to brush up and down on her hips again, he asked, "Did you want me to work on everything, or you do one and I do the other?"
One of her shoulders shrugged. "What would you like? I could… put on a show while you deal with the beads. Or let you take total control." One of her legs angled in and up, revealing more of her glistening sex to him. "Master's preference."
Purring once more as he looked down toward it, he smirked while thinking of the options. He'd already taken control once, and got overly cocky and nearly ruined her orgasm. Perhaps it was time now to take a step back, and allow her to cover that step.
Speaking of which, a tool for doing just that was still out. Grabbing the vibrator from where it lay on the bed, he handed it toward her, before taking his place right by her side. "Gimme a show, Princess."
"Ooh, a voyeur," she teased very lightly. But before he could take offense at that, or not take offense, she laughed and said, "Lucky for you, I like a man who likes to watch me perform. Well… as long as I know about it, anyway."
Taking the vibe, Winter's fingers teased his very briefly before she brought it down to the inside of her thigh, gliding it up and down the soft skin. Now that she was able to actually move her legs, she could see the words he'd written, and flushed a deeper shade; "little cumslut princess." "Qrow's toy." Just the presence of those words…
She never wanted to wash them off.
"Well I'm gonna do a whole lot more than watching, remember?" And to further prove that point, he grasped the handle again, giving a small tug – enough to simply remind her that he was there, and going to continue those actions while she satisfied herself.
"A-ah!" she gasped out, widening her legs for him to further torture her body. "Oh wow… I m-mean, I wasn't going to say this during play, it wouldn't have been the time… but I really like a hint of anal-teasing thrown in. Even if I can't get off that way, it adds so much!"
"Something for me to remember. Hey, who knows… maybe we can try to get you off that way in the future." Smirking at that idea, he found himself pulling the handle once more. Yet again, he was back to torturing her just as she desired. Pulling, releasing, anything he could do to get her in the mood to put on a show.
"NHhhhaah," she gasped out, shivering down to her bones. Now that the initial shock was over, she could relax into the sensation, enjoy it more fully. The hand holding the vibe drifted up and effortlessly turned it on, filling the room with a quiet buzz.
"That's it," he encouraged, looking downward at the efforts of his sub. Even if she was simply running it up and down her thigh, making no effort yet to really ramp the speed up, it was still a delight to see. And a delight to assist with in his pulling and releasing. Occasionally, he could even see as it strained against the tight muscles down below, especially at the times when it was close to the surface.
Another sigh floated out from her as she felt the bead pressing up against the gates, as well. Licking her lips, she finally brought the vibe home, just resting it against her fragile folds rather than going full tilt just yet.
"O-ohhh, yeah," she breathed, eyes sliding closed. "That's so good…"
The display was just as good for Qrow. As he watched her bring the vibrator closer to her well lubricated sex, he continued to pull that bit more against her. Only this time, he didn't stop. There were four beads to remove, four bursts of pleasure she could hope to receive as she continued to work herself. Might as well begin the first one before she entered herself.
Pulling more and more, he watched as her skin was slowly opening. Louder wailing accompanied the bead finally getting close to being revealed, and she began to glide the length of the vibrator up and down her greedy lips. As she finally rolled onto her back completely, her arm came up and looped loosely around Qrow's lower back, as if to hold him in place. To make sure he wouldn't abandon her before the show was through.
"Good girl…" he complimented, continuing to pull at her even more now that the bead was rather obviously on its way. And now that the vibe was gracing her lips, he knew it wouldn't be long until she'd do the inevitable, and “personally massage” herself.
With that in mind, he applied the remaining pressure needed, until he saw that taut ass open wider, and then tightly shut once it had allowed the second bead out again. Two down, three to go.
And the cry that exploded from her when she felt it pop free was exquisite and pronounced - a long, quavering note. Arching her back, her nails dug into his back as she began to more furiously move the vibe against her clit, knowing that would be the quickest way to satisfaction. However, a question remained.
"Master," she panted. "Do you… w-want me to get off this way? Or…" And she held the vibrator out so that its tip just poked between her lips, demonstrating what she meant. Either way was fine by her, it seemed.
"Your clit." There was no hesitation. He'd already tortured the insides of her sex today with his frantic movements. To ask her to do more could ruin the experience completely for her. Besides, it was satisfying to see what her methods were to take care of herself, to watch exactly how she did business.
Pulling at the string again to bring the next bead forward, he smirked and whispered lowly, "Only your clit. While I handle this little ass of yours."
Returning a grin of her own, she brought it back up to grind against her engorged clit, making small, smooth circles with the plastic length. "Ooh… oh, I'm so ready… and so is my little ass." Her eyes raised to his and fixed him with an open look of desire. "It really… really likes you."
"And I really, really like it, too…" He pulled back and forth with her motions, trying to synchronise them again as he was doing before. After last time, it seemed that was the best method to surprise her before he pulled a bead out, and hoped to do that again before she finished.
On top of that, he was giving her things to think about, fixating his eyesight back on her as he growled, "Maybe one day… one day, my giant cock is gonna have to pay his little cumslut's ass a visit…"
If he had been expecting that to shock or alarm her, he was in for a surprise; a huge smile spread across her face as her motions sped up, back arching even more and hand moving the vibe in ever-tighter circles. "Mmhhh… yeah, you want that? You want to shove your huge cock in my tight little ass?"
Such a grin was only returned to her. Beyond what he could help, he was even imagining it ahead. Maybe some time in the future, he could have her on all fours, use that set of cuffs to keep her hands locked behind her back, and go crazy with her back end. There was something about that being the only method she could get off with that made the blood rush through his veins, and his heart beat faster – even got him to half a stock again, despite how deeply gratifying his own finish had been.
With that in mind, he was beginning to pull again. "I do," he admitted again. "Someday I'm gonna get you off that way. Even if it takes me all day."
Her smile faded slightly from the intensity of their play, but she only amped up her movements, beginning to make loud squelching noises whenever it brushed past her damp folds. Ones that could even be heard over the buzzing of the vibrations.
He really intended to only pleasure her there someday. That would be… exciting. Would she even be allowed to touch herself, or would that be off-limits? And could he get her off that way? She was dying to find out.
"Would you like that?" he asked rhetorically, looking again down at her this time as he saw her muscle beginning to open up again. Both that action and the noises that were now coming from her sex were making an excellent show. He could tell she was close, from how much she was focusing on pleasuring herself rather than replying to him.
He'd do all the talking instead. "Would you like your master to pin you down, lube himself up and take you there without mercy? Maybe I could cuff your hands behind your back so you can't even touch yourself…"
The moans only grew in volume. It was hard to tell now if she was listening or not, but she was; every word only spurred her onward, heightened the feeling up against her tight ring of muscle as it was stretched further and further, preparing it to release the next bead.
"Oh, fuck!" she let out throatily. "I want it, Master! I want it in my ass! YES!"
With a slight extra pull, the next bead was released. Two remained. However from how close she was, this time he wasn't relenting. There wasn't anymore teasing actions through letting go and letting it go back and forth – only more pulling. He intended for her to release the last two in quick succession, to push her to her limit.
"And I'll give it to you…" He grinned, using the spare hand to rub up and down her stomach. Just something to prove he was there. "Master will treat you like you're his little plaything… Because that's what you are. I wrote it myself."
And as he said that… he drew the last two beads out of her. One after the other.
His words did just as much as the action to spur her past all reservation and into a second, equally memorable orgasm. Keening, she arched upward and felt herself tightening up to release, which was only amplified by the two remaining orbs popping free of her body. Everything felt incredible. Godlike.
Finally she was free. She'd had the fantastic climax she wanted – this time, not ruined by his cocky actions. The beads were completely out of her body, and she was laying back on the bed, utterly spent. For some reason, he craved to show her a little affection now it was over. Something he shouldn't be considering for someone who was just a sub. Regardless, he leant down, and kissed her forehead.
"Good girl…"
Winter's eyes froze open. In fact, her entire body stopped and stopped cold. But she didn't shrink back or swat him away; only remained perfectly still, unsure of what to think about such a tender action right after she had been so thoroughly shamed and dominated. Why was he being so sweet to her?
When he'd leant back up again, he noticed the look on her face. Confused, perhaps a little scared. "…Did I do something wrong?"
"No, not… no, you're fine," she reassured, finally seeing how her reaction must have come across to him. A tiny laugh helped prompt a smile onto her face. "You did spectacularly."
"Hey, you were doing most of the work." He laughed right back at her, shuffling himself back off the bed again to stand to his feet. Rubbing a hand over his face to recollect himself again, he looked around to the various toys. And the gloves and cuffs still attached to the bed. "Looks like I got some cleaning to do. You got any special stuff, or do I just run these under the sink?"
"O-oh, you can leave them in the sink; that's fine. I can wash them later." Her smile was partly afterglow, but also embarrassed that he was trying to take care of everything by himself.
"If the lady doth insist." But as he was about to pick up the vibrator, there was a second ringing in the room for the day. A different cellphone, this time with just the default ringtone set to it. It wasn't coming from Winter's on the desk; it was coming from Qrow's pants. Quickly heading to them and pulling it out he gazed at the screen for a moment. That was until his eyes widened.
"Shit. It's Yang."
"Ah." Shrugging, she leaned in toward the toys herself and said in a lower voice, "Should I tiptoe out and get these washed while you answer? Could be important."
"Do you think Weiss told her it was me? She didn't seem to know, but I just… shit." He'd left it ringing long enough. Holding a hand up so she would keep as quiet as possible, he answered the call. Voice only, just as he did with Weiss. Putting on a much happier voice, in contrast to the fear he felt, he smiled.
"Hey, Firecracker! What's up?"
Ducking her head, Winter hastened off to wash their things. Her cheeks squelched slightly as she walked, and she had to suppress a giggle; it wasn't exactly what one would call "comfortable", but the idea of it was funny to her.
Oh, what a fantastic session! Even having to use the safety signal hadn't ruined it; Qrow respected her enough to stop, no harm done. She had been in a few situations that required she spell out exactly how little tolerance she had for those who abused her trust, so anything short of that wasn't going to upset her overly. And this was just as close to perfect as she could ask for. If they kept at things, who knows? Maybe they wouldn't even have to use their safewords ever again. That would be truly spectacular.
Once the implements had been washed very thoroughly – and she only bothered to boil them for complete sterilisation if they were used by someone other than herself – she returned to the room, carrying them in one hand easily.
But she stopped short when she caught sight of her companion. Who was sitting on the edge of the bed, one hand on his forehead as he looked outward blankly. It was almost as though he'd seen a ghost, and all that in the span of a five minute phone call? What on earth was that about?
"Well…" he began, running the hand down his face instead. "I feel a little crappy picking up your phone for you now…"
"Why should you?" she asked as she began to pace toward her "toy box" hesitantly. "I mean, you teased, but didn't do anything harmful. It's not really a-"
And almost as if on cue, her phone began to ring yet again. The same ringtone. Apparently, Weiss had not been satisfied with waiting for the message to be passed along.
"Well whaddya know…" Although he didn't seem all too surprised at the phone call. If he was, then she would need to be worried; it would be a sign that one of them knew something.
While she was answering Weiss's call, he went to the end of the bed to collect the last few items from the beams.
"Hello?" she gasped a little breathlessly as she still bent over the side table. "Yes, Sister, I am sorry about that; an associate of mine was…" There was a lot of speaking from the other end. Nodding, she turned back toward her closet, nipping the toys where they went in the drawers. "Well… yes, I know you two have been dating for a while. If this is about how I almost broke you two up again, I'd hoped we were past-"
And then Weiss kept speaking. And as she spoke, Winter turned and paced back into the room, steps becoming less and less sure of themselves. Then she sank down onto the side of the bed, eyes completely round and unfocused.
"O-oh." After a long silence on both ends, there was a tinny squawking from the device. "What? Oh, no, I'm not- sorry, it's just so… are you sure? Don't answer that – you wouldn't announce it if you weren't sure! Well… I guess there isn't anything to say except, congratulations! God, I can't believe this is happening!"
Now that the gloves had been put away also, Qrow yet again scratched through his hair nervously. He was the picture of guilt, though he'd already told Winter that. Still, now that everything had returned to normal in the room, or at least, as normal as it could be, he sat next to her on the bed, muttering to himself, "Can't believe I was right…"
"I'll call you tomorrow and we can arrange to meet up, and discuss baby names, and where you'll register… and just… oh, I'm so happy!"
And to her own surprise, she really was. Children were nothing she wanted in her own future, but Weiss would make a fantastic mother. She was sweet and nurturing under her petulance, and Yang was warm and accepting, steadfast – despite the brief brush with mental illness. Together, they could raise such a beautiful little boy or girl. Or something in between, as she stubbornly reminded herself; knowing Yang and what she had learned on her own had taught her there were more states of being than the ones her father had taught her.
Once hanging up with Weiss, she turned to Qrow, still quite naked but aglow with excitement. "Wow. So… wow."
"See why I feel guilty being the first one knowing?" He laughed nervously to himself. Making small jokes. If he didn't, he'd simply stew on it for the rest of the evening and let it ruin things. And now wasn't the time for that. Not only were they still coming down from a fantastic session, now was a time for celebration. There was going to be a new Schnee/Xiao Long in the family.
Which reminded him, as he laughed a little more to himself. "Oh man. Taiyang's wallet is so, utterly, fucked."
Grinning, Winter surprised him by grabbing him and pulling him into a warm hug. "Ohhh, don't worry about money right now! This is such big news! I… I don't know why I'm feeling so emotional about it, but I'm just… just so happy for them!"
His eyes snapped open at the sudden hug. That was the last thing he was expecting; even if it was a hugely emotional experience for everyone. Still, it wasn't unwelcome. He only wrapped one arm back around her, patting her back gently. And smirking slightly when he reminded her the obvious fact:
"You're gonna be an aunt."
"Oh wow. I am. Auntie Winter." Shaking her head slightly, she sighed against his shoulder before drawing away to stare off into the corner. "Life is… pretty surprising. My little sister is having children before me, and here I am with you, naked when I hear the news… how is one supposed to cope with all the fast changes?"
"You don't cope, you go with it." He simply leant back against the bed instead, looking upward toward the ceiling. There was going to be a child back in the family again, something he'd ignored the possibility of since Yang came out, and since he found out Ruby only dated women. Even if he had said it to Taiyang jokingly, he didn't truly believe it would be reality.
And there was a bigger reality that would seem crazy to anyone on the outside world. "Two girls having a kid of their own, that's what I can't get over."
"Tell me about it," she scoffed, finally getting up to retrieve her clothing. Now, however, she was fishing in her wardrobe for a nightgown; it was a bit late to go back out, so what was the sense in getting dressed up again? "Though I'm a little more understanding of that than I was a couple of years ago, naturally. Still, it's… odd, to say the least."
"If someone would have told me all this was gonna happen five years ago, I'd have told them to take a hike. But now that it's actually happening…" He was still sat naked against the bed a moment longer. Very much in the same boat as her; he was a vast range of emotions. Shocked was one, but happy seemed to be the main one. Even if he was a little more of a distant relative than Winter was. Smiling to himself, he said, "I can't think of a better couple, to be honest. They're hooked on each other."
Sliding the silky white garment down over her nude body, she replied, "They are, at that. Ridiculous." Then she sighed and looked around. "Now. You are welcome to my sofa - which I've dozed off there a few times, it's fairly comfortable - or I could call you a cab, if you'd prefer your own apartment. But I wouldn't dream of turning you out, not when it's so late. It's up to you."
Thinking on that for a moment; he eventually hopped back to his feet again, stretching out his arms for a moment before he went to collect the mound of his own clothes on the floor. "If you don't mind a dusty old crow on your sofa, it's cool by me."
"Oh, I think I'll survive," she scoffed with a roll of her eyes, following him toward the living room. "Um… hang on." She opened an unobtrusive chest in the corner, painted the same colour as the walls. "Now, if you feel like you might be sick, please, please don't do it on this quilt; it belonged to my grandmother."
When she straightened, she was holding a lovely handmade quilt with patches of mostly shades of blue or white. Most of the fabric itself was not patterned, only turned into a pattern by the sewing of different swatches. Taking it from her with both hands, Qrow took care that he wouldn't usually consider for any sort of blanket or quilt of his own. Even if he was here just to dominate her, he wasn't about to disrespect her wishes. Even for a drunk, which she seemed to remember by that phrase.
"Is that a subtle hint I should tone the drinking down?"
Pursing her lips, she debated her answer for a few minutes. Then she said, "It's not my place to judge you. However, I'm sure you already know about all the dangers of alcohol abuse; I'll just say that I think there's a lot of merit in paying attention to those, and say no more." Then she smirked slightly. "But about keeping that quilt clean, I'm very serious."
"You got it." Turning back toward the sofa to lay the quilt out, he began making his final preparations for bed, pulling his boxer shorts back on again so he could stick to his promise. That would be the worst possible liquid to get in something that meant so much to her and her family.
But just as Winter was about to leave to go to bed, he called up, "Tonight was a hoot, Snowbird. Just hope I didn't push too far when I didn't hear you."
"You did your best. Though I did let you know about my misgivings you wouldn't be able to tell it was a chicken sound through the gag," she needled gently. "Still… you more than made up for it afterward. You were very sweet and consoling to bring me back from subspace, and I won't forget that."
"Was just being stubborn for a dumb reason. Won't happen again. Snapping seems like the best option for future stuff," he agreed, sitting himself down on the top of the quilt as he continued to watch her a moment longer, tilting his head. "But I do like your set up. Spread eagle… it's pretty hot."
"Told you it was my favourite," she murmured. "And as I said, it's water under the bridge… but what was your reason, if I might ask? Out of curiosity, not because I think you need to feel worse. It can be important for a Dom and sub to talk through these things."
Running a hand through his hair again, he shrugged his shoulders nervously. Now that he looked back at what he'd done outside of play, it seemed ridiculous enough of a plan in the first place. But there was no harm in letting her know the truth. "I got cocky, thought I could make you scream twice in one go."
Winter paced over and trailed her hand gently over his shoulder. "Now see? That isn't so bad. Even when I was just thinking you were focused on finishing yourself, it's understandable… but I appreciate you thinking of giving me a double." Then she sighed. "Probably would have worked without the gag; I just couldn't quite get enough breath. But we live and learn."
Lightly shrugging his shoulders when he felt her touch, he frowned as he looked out into thin air. Even if they had “lived and learned,” as she put it, it didn't stop the guilt he felt toward her. But still, there was nothing that could be done to reverse it. Looking back up, he spared a small smile. "Don’t worry. I'll still make it up to you."
"I know you will, small thing that it is. That's the kind of man you are." Then her smile turned very slightly mischievous. "And I'll start thinking of ways you can. For tonight… good session, Master. Gold star."
And with that, she turned and sauntered off toward the bathroom to get ready for bed, hips swaying to and fro. Which he watched, smile remaining on his face plain as day. Yet again, he could barely believe his luck; this wasn't a fluke anymore, they now had a formal arrangement between one another, and would be continuing these activities in the future. He was far beyond thinking this was a dream anymore, and even further beyond questioning it.
Nestling himself into his temporary bed, he could only think on to the days ahead, and to how Winter would let him make it up to her. With plenty of anticipation.
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