A quiet coffee!

The flat was above a chapel of all places. Her mother had moved herself and the three children there from their former house, it was well placed for everything, right in the middle of Lincoln, close to Portland Street. “But a chapel!” Was what kept shouting in his head. He walked down the alley beside the building and climbed the outside metal staircase up to the door on the first floor.

She must have seen him through the living room window because the door was opening before he had reached the final step. Sure enough as the reinforced wood swung away there she was. Freshly showered, clearly evidenced from her half bleached hair pulled into a severe ponytail, and, as he drew closer, the gentle smell of scented soaps. Her lips were already coated in her traditional purple-black lipstick and the eyeliner stretching her eyes with Egyptian looking wings. But there was no white foundation as there would be later when they inevitably went out drinking, so her near perfect natural milky skin could be seen.
“Come in, Mum is out shopping, we have to wait until she gets back” she beckoned him past her in to the flat proper.


He stepped past her, as she closed and locked the door behind him, and through into the main room. Her makeup was laid across the sofa with a small mirror, the TV showing Saturday morning cartoons quietly in the background.</div><div>

“She's going to be at least an hour, you might as well put your coat there!” She advised, pointing at the arm of the sofa. He slipped the greatcoat off and laid it over the arm as suggested.</div><div>

“Kettles on, I'll grab you a cuppa! Sit down, sit down.” She fussed. A very picture of Goth mother hen. So he sat down and quickly discovered the back was so far back he was almost laying down. Quickly he sat forward and leaned against the arm of the sofa so as not to look like the lazy teenager he never wanted to be.
Two steaming mugs heralded her return from the kitchen. A black coffee for him and hers a milky tea, which were carefully placed on the table at the sofas side.
She dipped slightly from the crouch of placing the mugs and placed a kiss on his lips.
“Morning!” She breathed.
Then span away to the centre of the room.</div><div>“What do you think?” She asked, performing an overly dramatic pirouette.
“I got it yesterday!” Indicating the ankle length dress.
It was, as most of her clothes were, Victorian gothic in appearance. Long and black. Short sleeved and lace trimmed around the top. The tie belt showed it to be wrap around and it swang apart along her left leg, showing the long lace up boots underneath reaching to her upper calf.
There was no denying she looked good. Her hands are arms sheathed in her usual long black gloves. Making best use of her 5 foot one inch slender delicate frame.
He smiled approval and took a sip of the coffee, which was still far too hot.

She reached and plucked the mug from his grip and placed it back down on the table. Glanced at the clock and smiled at him. Smiled in the way a panther surely did at its prey.

“Drinks are too hot, they need to cool!” She pointed out.

In a heart beat she had taken the single step it took to reach him, to be knelt astride him, her right hand already gripping his hair tightly. She pulled his head back so he was looking up at her, leaned in and, snake-like, flicked her tongue between his lips. Then clamped her lips to his she ground herself down. Her tongue lashing within his mouth. Now both her hands entwined in his hair, holding him in place. But battle was met and now her hair was held too, her tongue pushed back as his retaliated. She bit his tongue playfully, he pulled her head away from his and bit down on her throat softly.

“Good morning!” She growled

He leaned back to look into her face and found himself laid on his back as she pushed him down. But she had reached past him to his coat and was rummaging through his pockets, then she pushed herself back and stood looking down at him. The predatory smile returned. She had a plan, that was clear but just what it was was momentarily a mystery. He sat back upright, leaning towards her with a quizzical look.

The subtlest sound of metal against metal broke the silence as the chrome handcuffs he often had pocketed were revealed. He offered her his wrists smiling.

“Oh no, I don't think so!” She laughed
.Placing the handcuffs on the sofa arm she pulled the belt tie and released the bow. The dress fell open to reveal what lay beneath. A matching set of black underwear. No stockings during the day, they would come tonight with a corset or waist clincher. But high legged lace panties and matching balcony bra upon which her not too small breasts were displayed. If he hadn't already been at attention then now he surely was. His jeans painfully restrictive suddenly. The dress was shrugged to the floor, where she hooked it with a foot and launched it onto the sofa next to him. She reached back and pulled the ribbon holding her hair loose, so the black and bleach yellow strands fell about her shoulders framing the elf like profile. Black boots to the knee almost, black gloves to above the elbow. Black warpaint. All against delicate white skin. The very vampire warrior queen he always saw her as.

She took the handcuffs and locked one around her right wrist, then stepped away from him. Carefully seating herself on the floor. Then she laid down on her back. Reached towards the wall and fed the short chain behind the stand of the ancient cast iron radiator that stood there cuffing her left wrist.

“I am at your mercy now!” The growl was back.

He slid from the sofa and crawled to her. Her right leg raised and braced against his shoulder stopping his progress. He locked his gaze into her eyes and held her raised cuff in his hand, leaning past and placing his lips on the side of her knee. Then traced a line with the tip of his tongue on the inside of her thigh. Her eyes widened in anticipation. But he had lifted her left leg and proceeded to kiss his way up from her knee. She glared at him and gently kicked him with the unrestrained right foot.</div><div>His mouth reached the narrow lace and he softly bit down. She filled his senses. A low moan had come unbid from her throat. The sweet smell enveloped him. The heat from her almost burning. And the taste, oh god the taste!
Her eyes had closed, her head back, lips parted as she took long deep breaths, concentrating on the moment.

He reached and uncovered her, pulling the wet lace to the side. She was already flushed. His tongue drew a long stroke up, parting her still further, across her.

Her eyes shot open and she shuddered as a small stream ran free. He lapped it up like a starving kitten. Then went on as if he were consuming an ice cream, long spirals this way and that. Now she was kitten like, quick mewing as her breathing speeded. Her head thrown back with a groan as her whole body shook. His mouth full of her as her thighs clamped his head tight unable to move at all except for licking, which he continued. Her body relaxed and almost immediately shook again as another orgasm detonated inside. Two more times she shook as he ate of her as deeply as he was able. Being harnessed to the radiator meant she couldn't move away to catch her breath, not until he took a breath himself.

He rocked back on to his knees and smiled at her. She bit her lip as they went back to unbreaking eye contact. He saw her shuffle a little, pushing her boot soles hard on carpet, lifting herself up off the ground to get comfortable again. He crawled above her so he was looking directly down, his head almost touching the radiator. Their thighs were touching. They were their own world, fully occupying the senses of the other. She glanced down her body the looked him back in the eyes. A smirk and a raised eyebrow all the consent required. He reached down and pulled his button fly open, the hardness contained sprang free. Quickly dragging the jeans down enough to allow free movement. The very action brushed him against her creamy lips and her eyes went wide at it's touch. Pulling back the barest distance nuzzled the head of his cock against her, but she was ready and pushed with her feet forcing herself onto him. Instinctively he pushed up and his full length plunged hard inside with a slap and his balls slapped against her. They both went wide eyed briefly in shock at what they were feeling. They paused and a realisation hit them.

He dragged his upper garments off and threw them across the room. She felt the heat of his skin, seemingly hotter than the radiator she was cuffed to. He pushed into her as arched his back enough to reach her breasts with his mouth. Licking her now exposed left nipple in time with his thrusts. She matched his thrusts with her own. Moaning and growling in turn. Their love making becoming more feral and animalistic by the second. He felt her tighten around him which squeezed him in an undenying way that his body couldn't deny. He felt a fire fill him as he jetted cum hard inside, at the same instant she screamed out exploding around him, tightening even more as her body milked his of everything he had. Each mutual climax forcing the next.

They were lost in each other. Screaming out. Staring into each others eyes and almost chanting a single word as a chorus to the sensations binding them as one being. The only people to exist.

Slowly awareness of the room around them returned. She rattled the handcuffs against the radiator and he fished the key from his pocket and unlocked her. As carefully as he could he eased his still engorged cock from her, to no avail as the carpet was swamped with the creamy liquid that flooded out.

As best they could they straightened themselves and the room. He cleaned the floor with whatever he could find. There were scratches on the radiator paint where the handcuff chain had rubbed. But you wouldn't know what had happened. Just in time as the keys rattled in the door and her mother returned.
“It's a full chapel today” She nodded towards the floor.

They made eye contact, almost identical looks of amusement upon their faces.