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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
- 6
- 7
- 8
CHAPTER WARNINGS: implied bad scene, switching places, cock ring, hard domming, mounting, nipple clamps, foot worship, paddling, aftercare, handjob, condom sex, french kissing.

=Chapter 7
A week or so later passed in relative peace. Nothing transpired for Qrow other than his usual job search, drinking, and passing out on the sofa. Bowling for that week was canceled thanks to Taiyang's insistence of meeting up with the girls to come up with plans for the oncoming child, and Glynda had made arrangements elsewhere – probably with a different Dom. Also in that time, Winter had been extraordinarily busy dealing with the press that had found out Weiss's with-child status, having to arrange different meetings and interviews at all hours of the day. Qrow had simply accepted that their own arrangement was on hold for a while, until pregnancy-related things were sorted.
At least, that's what he thought. A text from out of the blue had interrupted his routine after a day in town looking for more work, one that was perfectly timed before he'd had a drink.
Hey. Sorry I'm kind of stuck, can you give me a lift?
Very strange. Winter Schnee could definitely afford a taxi, or even a personal driver to fetch her from anywhere. But she asked for him specifically. Maybe their arrangement was back on after all. Or maybe… it was developing into something more. The one thing Qrow knew for a fact was that the question wouldn't be answered if he didn't oblige.
It was a short drive to the address Winter had sent over, and he was soon pulling up to the curb just outside of a townhouse. What was she doing there? No matter. A beat up old truck that was barely road legal wasn't exactly the luxury that she was used to, but it offered a friendly face at least. And as she hopped into the passenger seat, he offered a slightly smug smile, keeping his typical attitude.
"So, how come you need me and my shitmobile instead of a limo?"
"Just drive," she sighed heavily, tossing her gym bag down between her feet and leaning back into the seat wearily. More than anything else, she seemed utterly exhausted. "And if you don't mind, can you run in a liquor store and pick me up some tonic water and some gin? I'll pay."
No reaction to his comment, not even a smile back toward him. Just more favours on top of the lift. A few weeks ago, he would have put that down to her being rude. But now… he could definitely sense something was wrong. Giving a small nod, he did as asked, pulling off and onto the road again.
She did not speak all the way to the liquor store, and only handed over a twenty before he could even remind her of her offer. Nor did she say much after leaving. The entire while, all she did was stare out the window and occasionally squeeze her eyes shut for a minute or two. Even if the scruffy fellow was just on autopilot to get her back to the Schnee tower, he spent a lot of the time gazing over, trying to read her body language. So far, he could see her exhaustion, and the gym bag. But that didn't explain why she would be upset at all. Nor why she was at a strange house in an even stranger part of the city.
Once they'd pulled up in the small parking lot for the tower, he waited a moment in the car. Until eventually…
"What's wrong, Snowbird?"
"Nothing." It was an automatic response, not one she had even thought about before floating in his direction. Her hand was already on the door latch before she stopped herself, debated for a moment. Then she turned to look at him with dark eyes, ones that weren't really full of any one emotion or another. Just dark.
"Do… you want to come up? It's alright if you need to go."
This was far more than just a trivial matter. Something was wrong, seriously wrong. No matter how much she tried to fob him off. He recognised such an expression from before, when he needed to be attentive to figure out what she needed without words during their play the second time. Of course, they weren't playing now, but the dark void was just the same.
Nodding, he grabbed the bag of liquor under the seat. "Sure, if you'll have me."
"Good, that's… good." It sounded as if her words were trying to undersell her feelings, but since she immediately turned the handle and stepped out, she obviously didn't intend to elaborate. She only began to walk off toward the elevators.
Qrow had to walk faster than normal to catch up, still carrying the booze she'd asked for. The elevator ride was silent all the way to her floor. Once she'd opened the door and walked in, Qrow followed through, taking the time to shut the door behind them and lock it for Winter's sake.
"I'm really sorry to have you go to so much trouble," she said in a soft voice as she paced into the kitchen, tossing the bag onto the table before opening the cabinet for glasses. "You must have wondered what the hell I was up to."
"I still am. But more than that, you seem really messed up right now." Pacing into the living room with the bottles, he put both on the coffee table, before eventually sitting himself down on the pristine white sofa, leaning to one side. "So hit me: what’s eating you?"
There was a light chuckle from the kitchen, and a clinking of ice cubes settling into said glasses. "You're too observant for your own good." Then she asked, "Can I get you anything else? Afraid I don't have much in the way of snacks, but I could scare up some melba toast."
"Stop stalling." Though he hadn't made any effort to follow her into the kitchen. Not just yet. He simply sat and waited for her to return.
Just then, Winter came around the corner to gaze at him, the two glasses in one hand and the other one resting against the nearby wall. Her expression could only be described as… vacant. Empty, the way it was in the car. "Observant and stubborn. What a combination."
Tilting his head, he simply patted the spare seat on the sofa. He wasn't going to answer that yet, nor was he about to give up, much to Winter's annoyance.
"Fine." Sitting down beside him, she immediately reached for the tonic. There were already two slices of lime in each glass, and she poured directly onto them. "You really want to know? I guess that means we're not quite so 'casual' as we initially intended."
"Winter." He attempted to break through her still obvious attempt at stalling, sitting upright and looking at her with a serious expression. But when that proved ineffective, his expression softened again, speaking gently. "You know we're at least friends outside of this arrangement. And I worry about you. C’mon."
The woman mulled that over as she finished fixing her gin-and-tonic, took a long pull at the glass. Another pull. Finished it, and poured another.
"A scene went wrong today."
That had Qrow more surprised than anything. He'd always assumed that scenes would be played either at her house, or at the club. It must have been her Dom, or even sub's house where he picked her up from. But the comment could have meant a lot of things. It could have meant that either she had endangered someone else, or worse.
"In what way?"
"In the way that he ignored my using the safeword." Her hand was shaking as she drew it up to take another drink, and still was when she lowered it. "The first two times. The third time, he finally stopped to ask what was the matter with me. As if it was my problem he was going too far!"
Eyes widening, he couldn't believe what he was hearing. She had been through a nightmare, by the sounds of it. This wasn't simply the mistake Qrow made of making a safeword un-pronounceable; this was far more sinister. It was a betrayal of trust. Even a crime.
But he couldn't get mad. Not now. There was a far more important step than to go out and find the man who did this to her, one such step that this awful Dom more than likely skipped. But Qrow wouldn’t be so negligent. When her hand kept shaking as she lowered her drink, he eventually held the hand still with his own, delicately taking the drink and placing it onto the coffee table instead. Only then did he budge over a little more, and slide one of his arms over her shoulders to pull her in toward him.
She froze for a moment, then clutched at his arm with a shuddering sigh. "I didn't mean for you to… well, it wasn't…" Then she pressed her face into his shoulder, hard. "I was scared, and I hate being scared. Thought he might really not listen. The second time, he changed what he was doing, so… so I guess he thought that was enough, but I needed a break to recuperate, and he didn't… I thought he would keep ignoring me, and I started to panic…"
"You're okay now, it's alright," he reassured, wrapping the other arm around her as well as he pulled her in closer toward him, gently beginning to pet her back as he leant his head against hers. A week or so ago, he'd have worried about it being a step too far; now he didn't give a damn. She needed his help, simple as that. "You're safe, he's not coming back here, or near you. I won't let 'em."
The chuckle was quite weak, and without real effort as she sounded close to tears. "You mean, you're going to take on the full-time job of guarding my stupid, stupid self? I can't ask that of you."
"I just spent all day handing out resumés to pompous dicks too big for their boots, you really think I wouldn't love bodyguarding someone as hot as you?" he asked, finding himself squeezing her a little closer for a moment. But his words were all true. Even if they were to be just playmates, he thought far more of her than a quick and easy lay or a cheap piece of meat. Winter was special to him. And he truly did want to protect her.
The shivering was only getting worse as she finally whispered, "I told him it hurt too much, I told him and he just changed to something else, and I had my wrists chained to my knees and I couldn't stop him, if he didn't stop I- I wouldn't be able to-"
Her voice became completely incomprehensible, but she was still talking, still trying to explain what went on despite it being a mad jumble of sounds. All the while, Qrow continued to rub her back and listen carefully. Now was a time to do that, rather than go out and find the man responsible, or ask who he was. He found himself eventually leaning back into the sofa, bringing her with him into a laying position, where he continued to rub his face against the top of her head. He nodded carefully with her tale every now and again, to still show he was listening even if he didn’t understand the words.
Once her incessant babbling subsided, she took several deep breaths, then several more than were intentionally slower as she began to bring herself back under control. The lapse had been fairly brief, and when she drew back, she mostly looked like herself aside from the slight streaks from tears down the sides of her cheeks.
"Sorry for going to pieces on you," she said softly. "It… it won't happen again, not like this, and not about something that has nothing to do with you. I'm really very sorry."
"What are you babbling about?" he asked, taking a small moment to tuck an unruly strand of hair behind her ear again, before resting that hand on her shoulder again. "Winter, domming or no domming, you're still my friend. If something happens to you, it is my business. Not because you ‘belong’ to me; because I care about you. Don't apologise for being a person, ever."
"Well… alright, I…" But Winter was leaning closer to his face, unsure of why. So few people had expressed such earnest caring for her as a human being before. Most of them had been from within her own family, so they scarcely counted.
What was she even doing with Qrow? For as much as they knew about each other, they scarcely counted as friends, and were just beginning to be Dom and sub. But already, she felt more comfortable with the man than anyone else she knew. That frightened her, though in a far different, far less horrible way than the fright she'd just endured across town. Scarcely considered friends or not, it was evident that Winter must feel safer with Qrow rather than anyone else. Why else would she have called him to pick him up out of everyone she knew? Even Yang may have been a better choice! But she asked specifically for him regardless.
Continuing to pet her back gently, he eventually found his own body beginning to relax as she lay by his side, his breathing slowing right down. When her breathing finally calmed as well, she embraced him again, this time out of gratitude. He had come through for her when she asked, and that meant a great deal more than she could explain.
"It's incredible how much I misjudged you when we first met. You are truly a great man."
He took a small breath in when he patted her back again, finally smiling softly toward her as he chuckled to himself.
"Nah. I'm still a piece of shit; just not as much of a piece of shit as I could have been. You, on the other hand…" He finally pressed a gentle hand on her cheek, silently encouraging her to look at him. They were close, too close. If anyone to walk in, they would get the wrong idea.
"You're a princess. And deserve to be treated that way. And I don't mean the same way as in the bedroom."
Swallowing thickly, Winter breathed as softly as she could, "I don't think you give yourself enough credit, Branwen."
Then, almost as if without thinking through the action, she leaned in and pressed their lips together.
A small grunt of surprise followed, but nothing other than that. His body had seemed to accept what was going to happen beforehand, and he found his eyes closing into the action right away. But like his actions to try and get her to speak, his kiss was just as slow and gentle. He merely followed her movements, kneading her lips when she did, not putting a single line out of place. Not today. If this was how she wanted to cope, then he'd allow it all.
But as the kiss lasted longer and longer, he was starting to believe that he'd allow a whole lot more if she needed it, as well. Some of those including the images of her demonstration in The Clamp, should it come to that.
Around the time Winter's hand came up behind him to tangle in his hair, she finally broke the kiss and leaned to one side, panting heavily. Her entire back shivered as she recovered her breath, which was getting faster instead of slower now.
"I… wow, that was… I don't know why I did that…"
His eyes were finally flickering back open again. But what could be say exactly? They kissed, but it wasn't as though that was far more extreme than the activities that were happening behind closed doors. It just possibly meant that their arrangement was more than they first anticipated it to be, should they venture down that path. Looking back up toward her, he simply stroked her cheek a moment in an attempt to calm her down. "Hey, I'm not complaining, Snowbird."
"Well, why would you be? Neither am I, n-not about… about the feeling of it, about how good you are at that, but…" Swallowing hard, she clutched at his back. "I want to be in control, and that's certainly not very in control, now, is it?! God, I just… maybe I should just lock myself in my closet so I don't put myself in s-stupid situations that I can't handle!"
Control. That made a lot of sense, given her situation. Of course she would want to be back in the driver's seat again, after that horrific experience. Thinking back to their first dalliance, he remembered the very important sentence: 'Sometimes, I need to Dom.'
Maybe if he could swallow his pride long enough, he could provide that service.
"Or… You could go get some stuff from your magical closet, and lock me up. If you catch my drift."
That earned him a laugh, though a harsh bark of one. "Right, of course. You'd be my sub, laying there and telling me I'm a 'weak ass Dom'. That would be a riot."
But he didn't laugh at all. All he did was lean back out of her grip so she could see him. "I'm serious. After what you showed me, I know you're definitely not a weak ass Dom."
The sad smile on her face was gradually replaced with a look of shock. "What? You? Oh, I… I was sort of teasing before when I said you might make a good sub, I didn't mean for you to…" And gradually, as the thought began to sink in, her cheeks began to fill with redness. Was he entirely serious?
Shuffling himself back upright again, the expression never changed. He was completely serious, and still stubborn in getting that point across. He continued to stroke her shoulder gently as he bared a soft smile. "When we first talked about this stuff, you said sometimes you need to Dom. Didn’t really know what you meant back then, but now with you talking about needing control… I get it. And I wanna help you out, help you feel in control again."
"Well, that's… very honourable of you, but it isn't necessary. I… can't say I'd turn down the offer, but if you aren't ready to try subbing… well, I'd never want to push you outside your comfort zone without your consent."
"I do consent," he reassured. "We got safe words, I can always tell you if something ain't working. I trust you." Shuffling very slightly as she still lay against him, he then shrugged his shoulders. "And I gotta admit, I've been curious since that little demonstration."
Winter was silent for a long, long moment as she considered Qrow's offer. A natural, if "relaxed" Dom like him, being dominated? It was a very tempting, very delicious offer… and he already consented. Her eyes raked him up and down as she thought about the things that she could do to him if given the power, whether or not it would be worth it to her.
"Well… then I guess the next thing we have to discuss is limits and preferences. You've seen what I can do, and probably heard a few things. What's your pleasure?"
"I only got one rule." As he turned to face her instead, he looked her dead in the eye. It was remembering back to the actions she and Glynda did, and then what Blake had told him about Sun that prompted him to say, "Anything in my ass is a no go. Anything else, go nuts."
"Hmm… that does give me one idea, but I have a question that might come off as mean-spirited, though I swear it isn't." Ducking her head slightly as if bracing for backlash, she asked, "Have… you showered at all today?"
"Really? You're gonna judge my hygiene regime now?" No response. Just the same look of questioning about it. Eventually he shrugged his shoulders. "Have one every morning, why?"
"Good." Then she grabbed him by the tie. "I do need this. I needed companionship, which is why I invited you up – and you did give me that. But… this will definitely help. So I'm probably going to ride you pretty hard. Back out now, and we'll forget you ever offered. Otherwise…" Her smile turned slightly dark. "Only crowing like a rooster can save you."
It was a far different smirk from what he had seen before. While the previous smiles had been equipped with bedroom eyes, a look of lust to draw him in, this was something more. Something far more devious, and deliciously evil. And given what he saw from Winter before, it had good reason to be. Allowing her to lead him buy his tie, he smirked himself. "Then lead on, Your Highness."
"Hmm, good. I'm going to play with you a bit before we get started, too; unofficially, outside of a scene. That way you can start to test if you're really interested." Then she stood, hand still gripping the tie hard. As she walked, she said without looking back, "Shoes off, pants off, shirt off."
Still attempting to follow, he found himself hopping as he tried to kick his shoes off, leaving them behind in the hallway as he moved onto the next item. Unbuttoning his shirt hastily, he allowed that to fall as well, leaving it be while they made their way to the bedroom.
"Leave the tie on," she told him as they finally made it inside her bedroom. "It's… kind of like a leash, without being a real leash. A good stepping stone."
He smirked. "Little difficult to take it off with you yankin' it, anyway." Once they were stood still for a moment, he was finally able to do as she commanded. The pants fell straight to the ground, and he quickly stepped out of them and kicked them out of the way. He was half-naked in her bedroom, with only a pair of boxers to cover his shame. Just as she wanted him.
Pacing back and forth in front of him, she muttered, "Hmm… how far do we go? What should I do to you? Because I have ideas. Oh, it's been so long since I had a male sub – I don't even know if I have all the right fun toys!" But her smirk said that was probably only said for effect, and not entirely truthful.
"Hey hey, remember the rule," he reminded her, unable to help but instinctively shrug his shoulders. So this is how it felt for the shoe to be on the other foot, to be treated for the evening as a piece of meat for Winter to do with as she wanted. A toy for her to play with. The idea both scared him, and also made a visible change already down below.
Which, seeing as Winter was looking him up and down as she plotted what they might do, she noticed immediately. "Ohh… well, that does make some decisions easier." One hand drifted down and pressed downward against the cock as hard as she could until it slipped from under her finger, springing upward again. "That hard, that fast? Wow."
"Nnnn…" Any other occasion, he would have growled back at her, said something sarcastic like “watch the merchandise”. But here, he knew his place. Winter was in control, as she wanted. This was her evening, and he was going to let himself be used by her. Which was obviously not too bad a thing after all.
"Now, keep it that way until I get back." As before, she went to fetch the secret key that unlocked her closet and opened it up, digging in a few of the drawers. When she turned back, she had several items, some he had noticed before, some that were new. One of them was a pair of leather loops with snaps on them; they reminded him of the hogtie-harness, but it was a different design and free of any large metal rings.
And one of which he didn't know the purpose of. Not yet, at least. Still watching her every move, he kept a close eye on the toys she was taking. Would she go for mere teasing, or was there pain to brace for? That was the question. He had yet to experience true pain for the sake of play yet.
"Blinders, or a blindfold? Or open eyes?" She looked at the two items dangling over her pinky and finally shrugged, tossing them on the bed. "We'll come back to that. For now… I have a little something for the cock's cock." Then she added, "You don't have to pull your shorts all the way off, but I do need them down in front."
"Hmm…" So she didn't want them all the way off just yet. That provided an advantage at least. He knew that his rear end would be safe if the shorts weren't removed. Doing as asked, he pulled them down slightly at the front, pulling his member and sack to the front so they were free of clothing. Just as asked.
Delicate fingers trailed down to weigh his girth, and the sack beneath. She then reached up with the twin loops and instantly tightened one around the base of where the sack hung down, just below the base of his cock.
"Whoa!" He right away stared down at the strap she'd wrapped around him, noting the rather snug fit now that she'd tightened it up. It wasn't exactly a cock ring; what was she playing at here?
Purring sensually, her nimble touch drifted up and tightened the other ring around his cock. So, in fact, it was… though there was a second rig around his sack, as well. Then, once they were fastened in place…
"And now," she whispered as she produced two tiny padlocks, fastening each one through the strips of leather so that they could not be removed without keys, "Your dick belongs to me."
Looking down toward her handy work, he had to blink for a moment before realising what she'd done. She really had essentially trapped his dick, with no hopes of getting it free by his own means. Not without severely harming himself at least. Already he could feel the hardness slightly twitch at the ideas of what was to come, the joys they would bring.
"Right. So we've gone over the rules, we have you… prepared. You know the safety signal is crowing, and you can also slap anything three times if you can't request release vocally. Nothing inserted anally, and I won't do anything to cause permanent marks. Is there anything else to go over before we start?"
He didn't know. This was an entirely new experience he was about to bear, and he couldn’t know all the rules until he experienced certain things. Swallowing, he mentally prepared himself for what was about to happen, finally shaking his head. "Nah, I'm good."
"Glad to hear it. Very well. Begin play."
Much as she had done in the Clamp, she started things off quickly, making an almost jarring leap from conversational to aggressive Dom. Her hand shot down to clamp around the hair at his crown, dragging his head up forcibly.
"So… now what do I do with you, worm?"
"NNNN!" He growled out when his hair was pulled so hard. There was no adjustment period! Winter had just leapt straight into it and was going to treat him just like a mongrel for the rest of their play. Having no choice but to lean into her actions, he swallowed again in fear.
"A pretty worm," she observed in a bored tone, releasing him so that her hand could drift down and grip his face, turning it roughly from one side to the other. "Fine specimen."
Simply blinking as she observed him, he was beginning to realise the role he was about to play. It was as though he was some sort of sex slave, one that she needed to give her approval before she accepted. That could be fun, to completely submit in that way. Or perhaps even fighting back. At the moment, he didn't know what she wanted, so he would bide his time and see.
"You will put this on in the bathroom. Then you will return to me, and we will begin your training. Please don't take too long, or there will be consequences."
As it turned out, "this" was a pair of shining gold spandex shorts, with a unique feature: a wide open crotch. Said opening even extended just far enough back that the ass would be exposed if the cheeks were spread apart. His new uniform was dangling from her other hand, and she pulled the first away to give him a moment to decide what he was going to do.
It was the most humiliating choice of attire he'd ever seen. He was positive he must have seen it before in some form of bad gay porno he stumbled upon whilst drunk, but to see it in the flesh was something new altogether. But he had no choice. He wanted to please. Taking them from her, he nodded his head. "Yes, Your Highness."
And disappeared to the bathroom as commander with it. He wouldn't appear again for five minutes. When he returned, clad in the requested outfit, Winter had also changed. Now, she was wearing knee-high leather boots and a bodice that did nothing to hide a thing – only to accentuate. More items were on the bed now, and though some of them were her clothing from the day, including some revealing underwear she had swapped out for her Dom outfit, others were new devices of pleasure and pain.
"Ohhh, I like that," she purred malevolently. "How does the worm feel about it?"
Humiliated was one word for it. But a word he wasn't about to use just yet. Standing to attention, he simply gazed at her form instead, looking her up and down questioningly. She looked stunning as always, but the Dom outfit was certainly something to get his heart racing. Just as the one in her display did before.
Realising the question was unanswered, he shrugged his shoulders. "Good, missy."
"Ah, ah, ah," she chuckled lightly as she stalked over - but what she did was not light at all. Grasping a little fold of scrotal skin between her thumb and forefinger, she gave a fairly gentle squeeze and tug. Only enough to be certain he would feel it. "What should you have called me instead of 'missy'?"
"Nnn!!!" he growled under his breath through gritted teeth, having to hold on yet again. "Sorry, Your Majesty, won't happen again."
Quickly, she let him go in favour of running her hand along his length briefly. "You're quite ready for me to train you here… but you need more work in other areas. Tell me, worm… do you exercise regularly? Are you fit, are you strong?"
That was a question he could answer honestly, and with an example. Flexing one of his arms, he showed off the rather thick muscle that was there. Tensing his arm to make it as big as he physically could. "Of course, Majesty. They wouldn't just send you any old guy."
Excellent: he picked up on the specific type of play they were testing out. "Good, good… then on your knees, slave. We're about to test that strength."
Her arms folded over her chest, obviously ready to wait until he complied. Lowering the flexed muscle again, that confident expression aded away as he swallowed in vague fear. But he did as he was asked, dropping down to his knees, his head at the right height to be level with the glorious underwear she'd put on for the occasion.
Noticing his position, she laughed and said, "Not quite." Then walked around behind him… and began to push him forward as she climbed onto his back, taking a seat once he was far enough forward.
"Oof!" Suddenly shoved forward and mounted, Qrow completely froze up. The full weight of her body was evenly spread across his limbs as she reduced him to even more of an object as he first anticipated she would. To a seat. But it was easy enough to take it, especially for a veteran like him.
When her legs folded up atop him, she eased backward just enough to reach back and swat him on the behind. "Onward, worm! To the kitchen!"
Grunting in mild displeasure, he found it hard not to rebel at this idea. But not wanting to anger her, he merely did as asked, crawling very gradually in the direction of the kitchen with her on his back. "As you… wish, Your Highness."
The Dom swayed back and forth gently as she was carried out the door and toward the kitchen down the hall. However, about that time she let out a long sigh and reached forward to tap his shoulder. "This is taking too long." Then she unfolded her legs, stood up, and caught up his tie as she did so. "Let's go back. There are probably other things we can find to do."
"But we're right ne-" But the tugging on his tie cut off his protest. They were literally around the corner from the kitchen when she made her command. With an annoyed sigh, he rolled his eyes, simply managing to turn in a tight circle as he did what was asked yet again with no further comment. Part of him wondered if this really was what she did when she dominated men, or if it was for him exclusively. As a punishment for their impulsive kiss.
"Now, let's see. There are a few fun things I want to try. Let's start with…" Reaching back to the bed, she caught up a few small clamps and knelt before her temporary slave. "You haven't been accessorized quite enough, I think."
Once he'd stopped moving, he found his arms quivering very slightly as he kept himself on his knees again. If it would have been five years ago, the task would have been simple. He really must be getting on in years. Finally however, he looked up, and found his eyes widening. And he muttered under his breath, "You have got to be kidding me."
Her expression turned into one of a frown. "What was that, worm?" She reached out and put one of the clamps on his earlobe, just to demonstrate that there were more where the first came from. That he should behave.
"Ah-hah!" he hissed, gritting his teeth at the sudden experience of pain. They were tighter than he expected! Eventually he shook his head; no doubt the woman would find a bit of enjoyment from how the clamp flopped around when he did so. "N-Nothing, nothing, Your Highness."
"That's what I thought! But to be safe…" She took a clamp in each hand, and began to lower them down past his face, past his shoulders. The cold rubber encasing the metal drifted over his pectorals until they began to near their destination.
Or rather, destinations. He could guess exactly where they were going: to the sensitive little peaks on his chest. Ironic that Winter spared Glynda this fate, and would give it to him instead. Having given him ample time to protest, to give the signal that he would not stand for such treatment, she allowed one clamp to slowly ease closed over his nipple with a practiced control that spoke of many, many such experiments.
Did she know it so well from doing this to others… or having it done to herself?
There was a low toned growl when the pain began to intensify on such a sensitive area. And when she eventually let it go completely, he couldn't help but snarl at the sensation. It wasn't as bad as he anticipated, but it still made his chest tingle, something he would have to get used to quickly.
As if it were enough to take the pain away from him, she began to glide her hands up and down his sides, pressing in with her nails occasionally but mostly soothing. Then one hand reached down and gripped his cock, working it for a few quick strokes before letting go again. In that moment there was a mixture of dull pain, and a small burst of pleasure. An odd, but certainly welcome sensation. Growling again, he managed to open his eyes once more once she'd stopped. The pain had numbed down a lot more, resting to one just small enough he could ignore it completely. That was if she'd let him.
"Your training is going well. However… I have a few more ideas I'm trying to decide if I should pursue."
"And… what's that, Highness?" he asked.
Grinning wickedly, she danced back to the bed and sat down on the edge, crossing her legs. "Lick my boots. No wait; I have a better idea." Then she unzipped them, slowly, luxuriously, and sat back again, hands braced either side of her hips. "Remove my boots for me."
Glaring for a short moment, he did as asked, crawling toward the edge of the bed and grasping the boots, gradually pulling them off her feet just as slowly as she had unzipped them. First one, then the next. And when one of them caught the clamp as he passed it over his chest to put aside, he found himself suddenly wincing in pain again. He'd have to become more aware of the clamps if he had any hope of weathering this treatment.
"Careful," she teased gently - but it was indeed gently. She knew how that must have felt from a wealth of experience. Then she raised her right leg until her big toe rested on the tip of his nose. "A smart slave would already know what he should be doing next. Would have a good enough memory."
Finding his eyes moving inward to gaze at the toe, he had to blink for a moment to uncross them before slowly moving back. His guess, she wanted him to lick her feet. Although it wasn't an idea he was overly fond of, he found himself eventually nodding, giving into her command as he backed off a moment to allow her foot to fall, only to then hold it in his hands. Once caressing and holding it in place, he brought it up to his mouth, giving a slow and sensual lick.
A shiver passed along her spine as she watched him perform such an action on her. "Ooh… I expected you to follow through, but you put extra effort into that. You must like it." Her toes wiggled in midair as she asked, "Do you have a thing, slave? Do you have a thing for Her Highness's toes?"
"Yes, Princess." He didn't exactly have a choice to say otherwise. Else it could result in punishment he didn't want. It was something he could tolerate, given how much he desired Winter – and how clean the feet were guaranteed to be, even if she had been out for the day. Giving another lick, he went upward slightly higher this time, still caressing her ever so softly. It did confuse him how she enjoyed the treatment, but what point was there in questioning it?
Likewise, Winter was also confused. It did feel nice; she always loved having her feet pampered, though usually she preferred a strong pair of hands to do the work. What confused her was that Qrow was willing to go such an extra mile on a body part that couldn't have been so enjoyable to do that upon; she'd done the same to his, and while it hadn't been horrible, it also hadn't been anything worth writing home over. The servitude was the main attraction there.
Crossing her legs in the opposite direction once he had paused between licks, she offered the other foot. "Sometimes, we have to treat our slaves to what they want," she cooed in a saccharine tone of voice. "And if my worm wants to lick between every toe, then that's what he's going to get."
Just to make sure the picture was complete, she reached down and scratched behind his ear. Rolling his eyes, Qrow set back to work again on the other foot, caressing that instead while he delivered more sensual licks. The contact with his ear did make him shudder a little to his surprise, but he was simply glad it wasn't anywhere near the clamp there. He couldn't do this if pain was inflicted again.
His efforts prompted a comforted, relaxed sigh from within her throat. In the middle of their harsher play, this was like a very odd little oasis of gentleness. Her fingers began to trace through his hair more fondly, despite how she had to nearly bend double to do so.
He finally ended his actions with a small kiss to one of the toes, retracting himself back and toward the fingers instead. Looking up to her and making eye contact all throughout, he gave a small smile of his own, asking, "Would her Highness like anything else?"
"Hmm… that will be all down there, I think. Thank you, slave." Her Dom persona melted just long enough for the words of thanks. Then she snapped, "But I'm not done playing with you quite yet. Up on the bed - go on, up, up!"
She was a far more patronising Dom than he could be, something that did cause him to lightly glare at the request. But he did as asked. Climbing up from the side, he hopped into the bed by her right, sitting himself on his knees right by her. This gave more than enough of a display of his caged member to her, still hard and ready.
Which she grasped immediately, stroking it with a low groan in the back of her throat. The way the warm flesh gave at her every touch… it was fantastic. And the rings were doing their job of keeping him from "losing steam" without stimulation.
"My little worm… I think I'm about ready to bring you to a finish. That is, if you're alright with… the way I'm going to do it." And with those words, she reached to one side… and picked up a large wooden paddle.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" He didn't know what to think. Considering she was still facing him and eyeing at his manhood, he made a horrible guess. Instinctively he tried to cover it with his hands, trying to push it down to no avail. "You're not breaking my dick with no damn paddle, I need that!"
"What was that, slave?" Winter snapped immediately, grasping his other ear in a tight grip. Not the one with the clamp on it; she wasn't that cruel. "You don't think Highness knows best? That she doesn't know how to bring you the most pleasure without completely destroying you? I'm very, very disappointed in you."
Growling yet again, he was forced to stare back at her, narrowing his eyes once more into a glare. That didn't seem to be in his character at all, and from how he still held his member firmly to protect it from her and the large paddle, his fear of being hit there was clearly obvious. Even if it wasn't her intent. Her face was brought right up to his, eyes cold, mouth a thin line.
"Does your precious little package mean so much to you that you'll defy your master? Interesting." Then she shrugged. "Maybe I won't touch it after all. I'll just torture the rest of your body; twist it and push it to the breaking point. Never bring you satisfaction. Do you want that instead?"
Finding his eyes attempting to look away from hers, he slowly found himself releasing said package. He wanted an end, he wanted to see what she would do to achieve such a feat. He had just been too scared of allowing her to do such a thing. But seeing as she spoke of it being worse to the rest of him if he didn't, he obliged at last. Edging around him slightly, she pushed him onto his hands and knees again, seating herself by said knees as she reached beneath him to grasp the thick, hard cock where it hung down. After only stroking a few times, she reared back with the paddle, hesitated, and then brought it down against his firm ass.
And he yelled out from the sudden pain. A pain that was mixed with the slight hint of pleasure that came from stroking his cock. Gripping the sheets below and biting his lip, he held out for more of her punishment. How stupid he felt now that he realised it wasn't his member she wanted to hit at all.
"You like that, little worm?" she half-growled, now rubbing the paddle around in small circles on his cheeks. "Are you enjoying your punishment? Thought you might be. Well, I like to punish you - I delight in it." Another swat, this one very slightly harder but still not with force enough to damage him.
"NNNN!" Any yells were instantly quelled thanks to the biting of his lips. His grip on the sheets got even harder, just as her swats did. In a very strange way, the pain was making him even warmer in his lower regions, and he knew that it would be intense when he'd finally be allowed his end. It always was between the two of them.
Another windup and a slamming of wood into his posterior, after which she glided it down to gently nudge the dangling sack. Except it wasn't dangling as much as it normally would, not with the ring keeping it taut and round. And all the while, her free hand glided up and down his length. Pain and pleasure were starting to mix into one; a bizarre sensation that Qrow didn't know what to think of. He found now that when he was being hit across the backside, he was moaning out rather than yelping in pain. Maybe this was what Glynda had been describing before, the subspace. But it was impossible for him to experience that from such a small amount of pain, surely?
Still, the paddle hit him again, and he found himself leaning further forward. The most submissive pose Winter could have ever seen him in.
That had been what Winter was waiting for. Grinning to herself, she said in a haughty voice, "Look at you down there. You're my bitch, aren't you?" Another swat. "Aren't you?!"
"Y-yeah…" It was so needy. Leaning his head to one side as he continued to take the beating, he seemed beside himself, overcome with all the new feelings below. Being hit, being stroked, everything was mixing into one. Growling to himself, he begged, "More…"
Swatting harder this time, she snapped, "More?! You dare tell me this isn't enough? What an ungrateful wretch you are!" Another swat. She still wasn't using anything close to her full strength, but it was enough to make the pain begin to edge the tiniest bit past the pleasure.
All the while, he was being pushed further and further along. More heat was being sent to his lower regions, to his member, and to where the bruising would form from the repeated swatting. But when one spot was particularly hard in the same area, he found himself gritting his teeth instead to keep from screaming.
That was all he could take. Giving in, he faced the wall away from her instead, unable to bare looking at her in case she saw weakness, as he let out the familiar rooster sounds.
The paddle never touched him again. Even the hand on his cock fell away. In a very even voice, she asked him, "Would you like me to stop doing something specific and finish play, or stop play altogether? You can nod for 'keep going' or shake your head for 'stop altogether' if you can't speak."
For a moment, Qrow was just trying to catch his breath again now that the paddling had stopped. From the stinging he could still feel, he knew he wouldn't be sitting down for the rest of the day, at least. Eventually, he closed his eyes tightly, giving a nod against the bed.
"J-just… No more paddle, please? I-it’s… can’t do it."
"Can I touch you?" Her voice was gentle as she asked, not even straying close to the commanding tone of their play. Soothing and earnest. He still hadn't turned to look at her yet, but he rather obviously nodded his head, grip beginning to loosen from the sheets again. Her lips came forward and pushed into one of his hindcheeks gently while her other hand gently stroked the back of his thigh.
"I'm sorry if I went too hard," she whispered softly. "Thank you for telling me to stop when you needed me to."
Another faint nod. He could feel the soft and gentle stroking even through the spandex, but just didn't have enough energy to get out of it. Not even enough to get himself out of the 'head down, ass up' position. It showed true trust that he was still allowing her to be this close despite how compromised he was.
The hand on his thigh drifted through his legs and touched him faintly; not stroking, just letting him know what the topic of discussion was. "This will help, I think. Get you where you want to be. And… I don't have to keep Domming you if you'd rather not."
Still with his face against the sheets, he tightened his eyes shut once again. He was enjoying all of her efforts, even the paddling up until it became painful. "Just not the paddle. Everything else… go nuts."
"Hmm… 'nuts', you say." Her other hand traced over his taut sack, caressing, treating it with the utmost care. "Well… no, I think you have had enough play for today. But I'm definitely going to get you off."
And with that, Winter did begin to stroke him in earnest, not as fast as she might but at a moderate pace. The hand on the sphere traced around in lazy circles, teasing the few hairs upon it with every pass.
"Oooohhh!" Seeming to sink further into the sheets, he finally spread his legs a little further, allowing Winter that bit more space to work with while she pumped at his member again. Added with the caressing, he was in for a wonderful orgasm, feeling the pleasure much more obviously now compared to anything else. Grasping the sheets again with one hand, he moaned softly, "Yeeessss…"
But, despite her assurances that "play" had ended, it seemed she wasn't entirely through playing with him. As she stroked him harder, her lips began to work their way inward with every kiss, paying the most attention to his cock but not idly teasing, either. Clearly, she had a destination in mind.
One that he hadn't seemed to notice. Not yet, at least. He was too busy continuing to moan into the sheets, grinning to himself as the stroking got harder. And harder. He barely noticed that her kissing was heading inward, toward its destination. And in fairness, it wasn't against the rules. It wasn't an object going in.
And then her lips hit home. It was only a light kiss against his tightened ring of muscle, as gentle as could be – and still through the material of the shorts. Even so…
"Hah?!" Instinctively, his backside tightened up. The lips were on his ass! Why would she degrade herself as much as that for him when she was being the dominant one here? Not knowing what to think, he drew himself slightly forward, quickly looking back around to her.
"What was…?!"
"Just a little treat," she chuckled softly, returning his shocked expression with a calm smile of her own. "Not that you have to enjoy it, but I thought you might."
"I just… that was… weird." He blinked even more, scratching his head gently in confusion. It was the strangest thing he'd experienced. And yet… It wasn't bad. Just odd, given Winter's stature. In both their play, and class in general. "Why would a perfect ten wanna, literally, kiss my ass?"
"A mouth can be washed, you know. And I know from personal experience what kind of pleasure the action brings… both to myself, and to past partners." With him still watching, she dipped down and did it again, just as lightly but now with him fully expecting it rather than being taken by surprise. “Besides, I didn’t even kiss it directly.”
"Hah… Huh…" He was still unsure of what to think, even when he more or less witnessed her doing it. Once again, he found his back end twitching instinctively, as if it were trying to keep out the potential intruder. But the sensation was oddly pleasing. Who knew a backside could be so sensitive?
The hand wasted no time in going back to what it was doing, stroking him hard and fast, while the lips continued their dark task above. She could feel him beginning to respond again, past the alarm of her indiscretion just enough to allow himself to feel pleasure, and fully.
And she would pounce on that. As gradually as she could, her hand began to peel the little shorts downward…
Those moans weren’t letting up. Whilst she continued to torment the sensitive region of his rear, the pleasure upon his member was building up and up. He could barely believe this was how she intended to take him there, by kissing his ass and not receiving any of the pleasure herself. Wasn't that what being the Dom was about, taking what you wanted?
Within no time, he could feel himself beginning to throb. He was close, so close.
That was when Princess struck. Able to tell how very close her sub was to a blinding finish, she allowed her tongue to loll out, pushing straight into the tightened ring of muscle hard. So much force was put into the action that she began to edge past the defenses the tiniest bit with the first attempt. All the while, her hand kept up a furious pace.
Finally, at long last that was what ended it. Shuddering rather harshly he found his body instinctively leaning forward and away, muscles tightening and spasming yet again when he moaned out loudly. That wasn't to mention the even harsher throbbing Winter would feel in her hand as his member let loose its seed. Unfortunately, all over her bedsheets, spurt after spurt of the stuff.
Until at last it was done. However, still in the harness, he noticed the blood couldn't quite leave yet. He was going to be hard a little longer. Of course, when she felt the throbbing, Winter drew back to see the splashing of his seed all over the sheets, she expected him to go soft as any man typically would. Then again, she knew the effect rings could have on a man, especially if he wasn't used to them. Therefore, she simply fondled him a bit more gently than before, though still fondling.
"How was that? Did you enjoy yourself?"
Breathing rather deeply, Qrow took a moment compose himself again. He could still feel her touch upon him, and bit his lip at the lingering sensation it was making. Giving a quick nod, he slowly looked down to between his legs, seeing the mess left behind.
"Shit… Sorry about that."
"Why sorry? They can be washed. I knew what I was doing and where I was doing it." Leaving a kiss against his cheek again, she smiled softy. "Are you up for more, or do you want me to take the rings off?"
"Oh God, more?" It was a foolish question to ask, especially since he knew for a fact his Dom hadn't even gotten off once. As soon as he spoke, he then laughed nervously. "Right, yeah, of course… you don’t exactly kid. I mean, I could go for another round, I think."
"Are you sure? Because, if you are…" Winter's hands began to roll him onto his back, gently and slowly, before she ran her hands up and down the front of his pecs and abs. "I could get a condom."
"Oh, could you now?" Something seemed different from before. Despite still wearing the rings, and the ridiculous spandex shorts, and she wearing the leather corset, the pressure to keep up their personas had completely vanished. Both he and her were back to their normal selves, both as smug as ever. Not wanting to disappoint, he threw his hands back behind his head, giving a small smirk. "That sounds good to me, hot stuff."
With a grin, Winter slid away from the bed, reaching into her drawer for her usual emergency supplies she kept there. It didn't take her long to come up with one, but when she turned back, the grin had become a slight smirk.
"Look here; 'ribbed for your shared pleasure.' Sounds fun, doesn't it?"
Shrugging his shoulders, Qrow continued to watch her as she made her way back over again. "Whatever strikes the lady's fancy." However, there was one matter that had to be handled when he looked downward again. The erect length still in the rings wasn't so much the problem, it was more what he was still wearing. Out of personal preference, he finally asked. "You mind if I…?"
Laughing, she said, "If it bothers you that much, then by all means."
There was no hesitation. Quickly shuffling the yellow spandex trousers down, he attempted to reach down to remove them. But when he put his weight to his backside to do that…
"Ah!" He winced, quickly letting himself fall backward onto the bed again. The actions from the paddle had really taken it out of him. "Damn… guess I'm not gonna be sitting for a while."
"Here, let me help you." Her own hands began to work on removing the tight garment as he lifted his body weight, splitting the task between them. She stretched the material out as much as she could, so that it didn't graze his paddled hind end very often on the way down. Once she had it around his thighs, she said, "Alright" so he would know he didn't need to raise up any longer.
Nodding thankfully, he managed to kick them off to one side, finally laying back on the bed again – with a slight wince – and waiting eagerly for his partner. Giving a small tap to the top of his hips, he smirked. "C'mon then, take a seat."
Waving the condom packet back and forth, she purred, "You're forgetting my seat cover." But thereafter, she immediately shredded the packaging and began to roll the latex down his length, savouring the sensation with a low growl and a closing of her eyes.
With a quiet sigh of his own, he purred in delight, unable to help himself as he licked his lips once seeing he was fully covered. Despite his initial promise, to allow Winter to completely dominate him, the situation had shifted into something far more different. Qrow could only find himself relating it to the very few events he had experienced before, where he found himself with a partner for a week or so. It wasn't fucking, it wasn't making love, but somewhere in between. A more relaxed, comfortable encounter.
Once he was prepared, she began to slide her hands up his front again as she moved forward. Her outfit did little to cover her sex, so there wasn't much work to be done once she was kneeling on either side of his hips. At first, she merely rubbed herself along him, eyes closing in pleasure at the feeling, and what those feelings would eventually lead to once they got going.
Unlike their last few times, they would have something else unusual. Eye contact. As she ground herself against his throbbing need over and over again, he allowed his hands to land on her hips, gently stroking her skin as he looked up to the orbs of blue above him. He found he couldn't look away, feeding on the expressions of pleasure and happiness in her face. Chances were, they'd be wondering what this all meant afterward, but… that was a problem for afterward.
"Mmmm, are you ready?" she finally sighed, looking down at him. When she saw he was looking back, she felt a strange flutter in the pit of her stomach, but it was easily enough ignored.
Rather than answer with words, he nodded. The peculiar thing was, he could feel the same thing in his own stomach. An odd giddy feeling that he hadn't felt in years. Alongside that, there was another urge: one that she seemed to have give into earlier. One of his hands had made its way to her cheek instead, attempting to bring her closer toward him for another kiss.
Therefore, when she angled to slide him inside of her, she was more leaning forward than sitting up higher. Hips moved back and forth, working his head into her as she groaned low and leaned into his touch. So gentle, and warm…
Taking control below, he bent his legs to give himself more leverage, thrusting his member further inside with a small sigh of his own. But alongside it, he managed to bring her closer again. Until the inevitable happened. Their lips met once more, gradually kneading against each other in unison with the gentle thrusts below. Nothing about this encounter was usual. It was slow, intimate, tender; a moment of quiet madness. A moment that could be compared to the sweeter couple of his niece and her sister.
And Winter most certainly acted surprised. There was a quiet yelp into the contact, and she stiffened, but his light pressure and insistence seemed to slowly win her over. Little by little, her own mouth kneaded back against his as her hips began to shift back and forth, working him deeper and enjoying more and more of him from two different locations.
Way more than just a fuckbuddy, was all he could think to himself, the hand shifting into her hair and instead gently scratching her scalp. His other hand held her back, assisting as he continued to thrust upward into her in unison with her hips’ movements. It was a shared effort, neither holding power over the other, working to make one another feel their best. Not only was it pleasurable, it was the perfect form of aftercare they both needed.
"Nhhhh," Winter began to moan into his mouth as their hips began to move more, pulse quickening. He was so huge! How could she already have forgotten, especially with her hand having been wrapped around it mere minutes ago? Her fingertips cruised up and down his neck and shoulders as they writhed, built her passions and attempted to build his up once more.
Not that a second climax was easy. When it was Winter, it could definitely be achieved. Her tender touches against him were enough to spur gentle moans of his own as he continued to push himself upward, quickening the pace very slightly in his attempt to have them both reach their end. Out of all the ways Qrow could imagine his day ending, this was the last thing he expected, but of course it wasn't at all unwelcome.
And Winter seemed to agree, if her physical reactions were any indication. Every time her hips slammed down to meet his on their way up, her inner flesh seemed to pulse around his thickness, clamping onto him as if trying to hold him in place. Fruitless though the attempt was. Her teeth slid along his bottom lip and attempted to draw it between her own as their speed increased.
There was yet another needy moan as he continued to thrust, and already he could feel his member throbbing just as her inner walls were grasping at it. They were both close; they only needed a little more to push them over the edge. When their lips met one more time, he allowed his mouth to fall even further open, nuzzling hers to do the same as he tried the only thing he could think of; intensifying their kiss by sliding his tongue against hers.
Her moan was even louder, needier as she felt him inside her mouth, began to roll her hips yet more. Mentally did what she could to spur herself toward an orgasm; she had done it before, many times. A man would be taking too long, teasing too much - or not enough - and it would fall to her to do the work to ensure she received maximum enjoyment from the activities. Now, it was only a small nudge, and she only did it to spare Qrow working his over-stimulated cock any harder than he already was.
Finally, her partner had reached his own end. For the second time of the evening, he found himself quivering below, moaning loudly into his partner's mouth this time. Yet again, the overworked length was being forced to produce yet more seed – this time with far less mess as it had nowhere to go. In the end, it was a mixture of the intimacy and Winter's efforts that truly brought him to another end. One that, for some reason, felt far more satisfying than the last.
And moments afterward, Winter's back was arching as she felt her own body convulsing, clamping down to milk as much from him as she could while wave after wave of blistering hot pleasure crashed through her bones. That was exactly what she had been needing.
As her wind began to ebb, she collapsed on top of Qrow, breathing hard and scarcely able to move. Her back was rising and falling off of him as she smiled weakly, face pressed up against the side of his neck. Heavily breathing in unison was her partner, who finally took his hand away from her back to instead wrap his arms idly around her. It felt right to keep her closeby.
When he could finally work up the courage to talk, he did so through deep breaths. "That was… somethin’ else."
"Yeah," she chuckled weakly, taking a few deeper breaths to get her heart under control. Then she petted along his bicep as she whispered, "Was… I mean, you liked it? The last part, at least."
"Yeah. Really liked it." And that was the scary part: admitting to enjoying it. But it came easily with her. Given the circumstances of how it happened, or even how their whole evening began, he felt compelled to ask, "How about you?"
She nodded, curling around him for a moment as she thought about things. Was this what she wanted? It certainly wasn't what she had set out to enjoy with him. Things seemed to be changing, and she wasn't sure if they were changes she was ready to handle. Very similar to the range of emotions that Qrow was feeling. A relationship of this level would certainly hurt, should something go wrong. That was a fact he had warily considered, and why he was fine with her keeping him at arm’s length before now. But would it go wrong? He'd felt a need to protect her in all this time, a need to keep her safe after her unfortunate encounter; what more was he willing to do for Winter?
Sensing her own confusion, he blinked down at her, before finally laughing to himself. He'd worry about things later, of course.
"Heh, ain't nothing wrong with an old-fashioned screwin' to replace aftercare, right?"
So he was equally hesitant. It wasn't "good" news, but… it was definitely a relief. Changing everything about their arrangement was a bad idea at present. Patting his bicep, she slowly pushed herself up now that she had caught her breath.
"Very true. I… tend not to go for that, but once in awhile, it's a decent change of pace." For just a moment, she allowed herself to smile warmly at him. "Well… with the right person, anyway."
"Yeah… Exactly." Which brought him back to the point he first wanted to bring up. It didn't seem appropriate to ask the instant it happened, or straight after their scene. He'd waited until they calmed down for quite a while in each other's arms, before finally asking that question. "So, who's this Dom I gotta whoop?"
Directly under his hands, he could feel her shoulders tightening at the mention. After a few seconds, she forced herself to relax again, sighing, "Oh, don't worry about it. I'll never be putting myself in his care again, anyway."
"And you don't even want me to rough him up? C’mon, taking away all my fun." He didn't quite seem to get the hint. Despite meaning well, he couldn't leave the subject alone, and continued, "I was just thinking we could get him in that box Candy likes so much, except hang a little sign around his tenders, telling people what he did."
"Vigilante justice?" she snorted, still trying to relinquish all the tension in her body. "No, no. Though I won't have any trouble posting about this on the message board; people should be made aware. But I don't want you going over there and making a scene, do you understand? You are not a policeman, and besides, he didn't even truly hurt me. Just… rattled me, a lot."
"…Really glad he didn't," he couldn't help but add, bringing her in tighter for a moment as he pressed a kiss on the top of her head. Yet again, another act of kindness. "’Cause if he really did, nothing was gonna stop me from goin’ out and punchin’ his lights out. Bet on that."
She snuggled down against him. "Yes, you Tarzan, me Jane." Then her lips stretched into a wider smile. "Speaking of which… that was an awful lot of kissing you and I did during the end of our 'session' there."
Rolling his eyes, he found himself chuckling. "What, now you're gonna make fun of my kissing? Not enough tongue for ya?"
"No, of course not." Entirely casual, Winter examined the nails on her left hand as she added, "Just didn't think you would, considering I'd been kissing your own anus moments before. That's a little kinky, even in my circles."
It had to have been a full minute that passed as Qrow continued to lay there silently, but the obvious sign that he'd heard was the widened eyes that stared outward blankly. Eventually he did find his voice again.
"…Where do you keep your mouthwash again?"
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