insubordinate (gwynriel)

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A/N: From this point on, heavy smut warning

Back at the House of Wind, Gwyn found herself in Azriel's room. He had a large bed, clad in black silk sheets and plush pillows. He sat her on her feet at the foot of his bed and walked to the chair that sat in the corner of the room, cushioned and ornate. Gwyn bit her lip and watched him move.

Once he sat down, his legs wide, he gestured for her to walk over to him. Hesitantly, she did so, standing between his legs. His hands found her hips, caressing them gently above her gown. She suddenly remembered that she had nothing on underneath, for fear of having an underwear or bra line in a dress this beautiful. Which meant undressing her was going to go a lot faster than she was mentally prepared for.

Deciding to take matters into her own hands, she dropped to her knees in front of where he sat, his knees on either side of her. He raised his brows in warning, but she ignored him. She ran her hands up his thighs possessively, feeling the way he tensed underneath her touch.

"Did I say you could touch me?" He asked, brows still raised. She panicked, taking her hands back into her own lap. She knelt before him and he watched her squirm, unsure of what to do with herself.

"Take your dress off," he instructed her. She blinked, looking back at him with a blank expression. When she sat there, not obeying, he leaned forward, intimidatingly leaving over her. "I said... take off your dress." His words came out a growl this time. Her spine straightened under the weight of his gaze.

"I-I can't," she said, chewing the inside of her cheeks.

"You can," he said.

"I-" She began but hung her head, looking at her hands in her lap. She had no idea what she was doing here. She knew nothing about this kind of stuff or how to please him. Suddenly, she felt like she was going to cry, feeling defeated and unsure of herself.

His fingers gently found her chin, tipping it up to force her to look at him. His face was softer now, more caring. He caressed her jaw softly, looking down at her with affection. He ran his thumb across her bottom lip.

"What's wrong, little Priestess? Talk to me," he comforted.

She tried to look away, but he held her jaw firmly in place.

"Talk to me," he encouraged. "This will only work if you trust me."

She nodded.

"I'm scared," she admitted. "I've never... I've never done any of these things before, and I... I don't know what I'm doing." He leaned over, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

"Thank you for telling me that," he said lovingly. "There's nothing to be afraid of, Gwyn."

"But what," she started, but had to stop to swallow and gather herself. "What if you don't like it because I don't know what I'm doing?" His eyebrows tilted up in the middle as if he couldn't believe she could suggest something so crazy.

"Baby, rest assured that seeing you naked and writhing on my bed is the hottest thing I can imagine. Don't you worry about me. I get off on getting you off. My job here is to make you feel good." Heat swirled low in her stomach at his words. "Come here, princess."

She stood up, standing between his legs again. He gripped both of her hips in his hands, looking up at her. Her breathing was shallow and quick. She placed her hands on his broad shoulders. He gave her a soft smile.

He leaned down, gathering the bottom of her gown, grabbing underneath one of her knees, and pulling her forward to straddle him in the chair. She gasped as her center met his, her cunt pulsing around the absence of him. He brushed her hair back and out of her face, pulling her mouth down to meet his.