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When her fingers constrict his windpipe even just barely, he feels desire coarse through his body, pooling in the usual place. It isn't right to be this turned on by cruelty, is it? Especially when it should remind him of all the awful times he's ever been vulnerable in a much more dangerous context. It would, with anyone else, he knows. He never even allowed Dez to get this close, but with Zari it never feels like enough even when he knows they're crossing a new line every time they come together like this.

"...Or I could be bad," he suggests brightly, though his voice is ragged as she drags her finger down his length. Again, it's like the crueler she is, the better. His touch turns rough suddenly, pinching and pulling at her nipples as he squeezes her chest just this side of painful. He's panting already, the water lapping around them as he suddenly pulls his hands away in deliberate defiance of her command. He's never done that before, at least not purposefully, and it makes his blood rush and his heart race as he plays through all the scenarios of how she might punish him. "Maybe I need to be taught a lesson."

He takes her by surprise. Zari gasps as his grip tightens, brow furrowing as he pinches and pulls at her. "Hey!" She's indignant about it. A shot of heat goes straight through her too; excited he broke script in such an unexpected way.

What they are doing is dangerous. She has a way to hit the breaks if need be, but John? Does he even have a limit when it comes to her? Zari's hand shoots up from his length to grab his chin threateningly. There are red flags popping up in her brain. Zari ignores them in favor of indulging her baser impulses for a change. "You think because I had let you have your fun for one day that you can do whatever you want now?" Her fingernails dig into the delicate flesh of his neck without piercing. Her tone is as commanding as ever with anger coloring the edges. That did actually hurt.

Zari smiles slowly, flashing perfect white teeth at him. She leans down to press a soft kiss to his collarbone without ever releasing her hold. Zari presses another and another before biting down hard on the fragile skin. May as well see how he likes it.

John gasps, just as excited by the new territory they're uncovering. She's hurting him, but his erection never wavers, something he definitely doesn't have the presence of mind to analyze at the present moment, and wouldn't even if he did.

"N-no, I-" But he never gets out a coherent sentence, rolling his head back at the gentle kisses. Logically, he knows what it's building up to, but he's too compromised to prevent what happens next. He yelps the moment her teeth bite into his flesh, but to his credit he doesn't jump or pull away other than the natural reaction of his body. He does bite hard into his own lips to keep from making another sound the others will hear. "Zari..."

His voice sounds almost worshipful as he manages to pry his eyes back open, searching for hers. The pain coursing through him does flag his arousal some, but he doesn't seem to mind, reaching up to feel up her chest again.

"Thank you," he whispers, knowing how much she eats up his whole submissive routine. "For putting me back in my place."

The way he says her name only fuels her arousal and sense of power. Zari is nothing if not a merciful goddess. Her hands trail down to his shoulders gently, meeting his gaze with immediate forgiveness now that she has her way and growing lust. "Of course. I only want what's best for you. You're at your best when you're serving me." She presses another tender kiss just over the spot she bit, pressing herself into his hands as she does so. It's true even if it's all part of the game.

One hand trails down to his erection, holding it gently as her fingers stroke slowly over it. "What can I do to take care of my sweet prince? I wonder..."

His other hand comes up, gently kneading again and ghosting touches over her nipples in apparent apology. He has to bite into his lips all over again, knowing they'll be swollen from trying to keep silent; just barely controlling himself so his hips don't lift into her touch. The soft kiss gets an involuntary shiver from him even so and the question makes him want her more desperately than he's ever wanted anything.

"Anything you like," John reminds her, voice low so it won't echo. "I'm yours to do with what you please."

It is a good apology all things considered. Zari meets his gaze with obvious approval. She continues stroking him as she makes a show of thinking it over. "Hm. Well I wouldn't mind seeing those lovely hands of yours tied to my bed." She suggests huskily, letting the image seep into his brain as it has hers. "Since we're here, why don't we find another good place for them?" Zari takes one to guide between her legs, already throbbing from just the start of their little game. "Why don't you feel how much I like it when you're good for me?" She already knows how much the opposite aroused her, but that doesn't quite fit the script.

He lets out a low groan despite all his efforts to stay quiet, closing his eyes as his anatomy comes back to full attention in her grip. His breath quickens as he pictures what she describes, licking his lips as he remembers her doing just that in their cabana over vacation. John's eyes come open again as she directs his hand lower, eager to watch her reaction as he gently strokes between her folds. Even with water surrounding them, he can feel how slick she is and it makes him pull a sharp breath in through his teeth.

"If you're sure that's what you want..." he trails off, bemused as she ignores the fact that his rebellion is what really turned her on. Two can play at this game. Two slightly rough fingers smooth over her clit, sighing as it earns him exactly the reaction he expected. His other hand still grabs at her chest, determined to follow her order to the letter this time. "You know I only live to please you."

Zari smiles in satisfaction as he comes alive in her hand, stroking steadily as she works out how to play this. It really draws up sweet memories of her day. Isn't this just an escalation of that? She moans softly as his fingers glide over her. Once they smooth over her clit, she bucks into his hand, already needing more than a quick tease. This isn't what she wants despite how good it feels. Zari momentarily looks frustrated on how to approach this. Isn't it giving up some power to admit she wants a little bit of a fight? Her cheeks darken as recalls him ordering her about that first day. Maybe that's what she really wants; to see which one of them ends up on top so to speak if only because she's confident it will be her. She wants to see what they can do to each other as their control slips. If the others hear her? Oh well. Behrad will be dead asleep for the next ten hours. They'll deal.

"I want you to surprise me." Her grip on his length tightens as the idea adds to her arousal, voice deepening. "You don't want me to get bored with you, do you?" She raises one perfectly-shaped brow at him. Well? Surprise her.

The way Zari's cheeks darken is immediately distracting and he leans his face closer to hers to make sure he doesn't miss anything, addicted to the way she bucks against his hand already. His eyes flash tellingly at the ask, feeling his throat completely dry up as a tingle of excitement goes through his middle at the implication.

"Take that back," he rasps, smiling far too much to be serious even as he runs a thumb across each nipple in farewell before sliding his arm around her back to pull their faces even closer. "You could never bore of me."

John considers his options even while continuing to tease his fingers against her core, pleased as they're coated in the slick evidence of her arousal without much effort on his part. He licks over her lips, nudging them open with his own without encouraging a deeper kiss because he has another plan. When he's satisfied with leaving her wanting more from all sides, John's hand comes away from between her legs and presses to her open mouth instead, his cock jumping in her grip just to watch her taste herself.

She smiles, soft and genuine, as Zari admits what they both know. She alternates between soft and hard strokes, determined to work John up steadily. "Okay, you caught me. I could never be bored with you." Her eyes flutter shut as his tongue runs over her lips. Her mouth parts open easily for him, waiting for the warmth of his tongue to enter with a surprising amount of patience after the tender admission.

Her disappointed groan is muffled by his fingers, eyes opening as she tastes water, the salt of his skin, and the slickness of herself. She did say to surprise her. The way he jumps in her hands encourages Zari to play along. Her eyes narrow at him, promising some kind of retribution, before shutting softly. Zari opens her mouth further to take more of his hand in, sucking at his fingers while her tongue sweeps over the digits. Her hand stops altogether, waiting for his reaction to plot her next move.

He loses focus for crucial seconds at the way she touches him, almost wishing she would just take things over again for the sake of it. But soon it's made up in spades for the way she humors him, and he finds himself groaning at the sensation of her sucking his fingers alone even as he mourns her strokes from moments before.

John leans in close, that familiar and slightly unhinged look in his eye as he speaks against her ear with a purpose. "Did I tell you to stop?" he demands in a callback to her chastisement of him from earlier. His fingers start to slide deeper into her mouth before starting a steady rhythm in and out, remembering how it felt to have total control over her and just how intoxicating it was. Suddenly, he pulls out his digits all together and immediately moves in to replace them with his lips, kissing her roughly and biting into her lips.

This is so unbelievably hot that Zari cannot find it in herself to care she's losing the tug of war so speak. Every sound she draws out of him is like music to her. Zari opens her eyes to see it just in time to meet his. That look sends a shot of pleasure straight to her core. Zari shudders at the sensation of hot air against her ear. She feels totally helpless against him. That doesn't scare her like it would anyone else. John wouldn't hurt her even while giving her that sense of danger and excitement she craves.

That flush spreads from her cheeks down to her neck and chest as his fingers steadily in and out of her mouth. Whatever apology or protest is muffled against them along with groans of pleasure. She resumes her attentions to his cock obediently even through her haze.

Zari barely has time to catch a breath before his mouth covers hers. This time she push back a little, using her free hand to settle over his chest and pinching his nipple in protest for the abuse to her lips. It's half to make a point and the rest to see just how much more of that fire she can draw out of him.

He moans against her mouth, forgoing his efforts not to be noisy when it winds her up so much, and the kiss steals most of what would carry anyhow. His tongue pushes past swollen lips seemingly to soothe, but it's short-lived when Zari's retaliation finally comes. John lets out a pitchy whine though both his nipples draw to hardened peaks at the treatment, letting on how little he minds that particular punishment.

"Turn around," he commands softly but with hardline confidence as he pushes her hand away from his member. Suddenly, this isn't enough for him, not by a longshot. His heartbeat ramps up as he waits on tenterhooks to see if she'll obey or move for her own powerplay.

Zari smiles, completely satisfied with his reaction. She notes how much he seems to enjoy that for later. Even pushing her hand away doesn't seem to daunt Zari at all. Her nails dig into his pec. "Or what?" That isn't enough for her either. She needs to draw more out of John before she can even think of giving another inch to him. "What are you going to do?" Her hand goes back to his member in open defiance without doing anything more than gripping it. She wonders just how much frustration he can take. Zari knows she can get off with this alone.

Different scenarios play out in his mind at her challenge and he licks across his own lips, his eyes closing involuntarily when she touches him again anyway. It would be so easy to give in; to give over total control. But his submission has always been predicated on Zari wanting that from him, now she's asking him for something very different and it is incredibly frustrating from all angles. It's also extremely satisfying.

"I'll make you," he delivers gruffly in her ear again, nipping at the lobe as his hand closes over hers on his length. He's throbbing under the combined touch, but she knows he can hold out for forever when it serves them both. Without waiting for a response to that, a surprisingly strong grip closes around her other wrist and he draws both of her hands behind her back, holding them there by force and pulling back just enough to search her face. His own expression is illegible, but even at the height of this dangerous game, he needs to make sure she's safe.

She doesn't actually expect him to meet the challenge once his eyes close. Zari isn't disappointed per say. It never stops being fun to own John so completely. She could roll with this only she doesn't have to. He rises to the challenge.

Her throat goes dry at the words. She can't see what he'll do until it happens. Zari is genuinely taken back as both hands are forced behind her. The influencer's heart jumps in her chest. She recognizes that he is searching for her reaction even with nothing to go off of with his. Zari takes a second to check herself. There are no flashes of undead hands grabbing at her. This doesn't make her think back to the time before she came into her power.

She's excited by the ride. That strong grip on her wrists just adds to her thrill. It promises danger without ever putting her in any. Slowly, Zari smiles confidently at John. "Is that so?" She leans forward enough to steal a kiss, skin tingling from the precarious situation.

He kisses her back desperately even while keeping a firm grip on both her wrists like at any point she'll start trying to escape. John pours all of his love and relief into the contact since calling attention to it now would ruin their play. After a moment more, he pulls his face back from hers just enough to make it a stretch for her to reach him, smiling against her lips as he makes it impossible for her to deepen the kiss any unless it's on his terms completely.

"Ready to give in yet?" he asks, teeth pulling at her bottom lip while he waits. He's not sure he's ever wanted her so badly with every fiber of his being, which is saying something for how thirsty they are for each other literally all the time.

He is always so unfair. She looks like he's actively betrayed her just by pulling out of range. Zari strains against his hold finally, but it's useless. He's actually stronger than she thought. Her desperation for more quickly starts to get the better of Zari. That tug on her bottom lip is the last straw.

She lets out a sigh of frustration through her nose. "I'm ready to negotiate now that you have a slight advantage over me." She tests his hold one more time just confirm how true that is. "What did you want again?" Like she doesn't remember.

John laughs at her distress, as always thoroughly amused by how she underestimates him. He shifts his hips against hers for a taste of what's to come, the head of his cock bumping against her clit maddeningly.

"What if I don't want to negotiate?" he hisses against her lips before nibbling on them again and drawing back out of range. Zari is always more gorgeous than he can take, but the way she struggles against him must be a whole new level of sexy. "What if I just want to take what I want now that I have you here?" He smirks before ducking his head to take a nipple between his lips, teasing it with the flick of his tongue while his calloused thumb runs along the inside of her wrist without letting up his hold any.

Her mind blanks out as he bumps against her clit, eyes rolling back briefly at the sensation. She's positive in that moment she'd let him do anything to her if it meant getting more than a taste of that. Despite how often they've had each other, Zari is never satisfied. She wants him every minute of every day. For whatever reason John isn't sick of it yet.

She leans forward again to chase his lips uselessly. She thinks she likes this side of him even if it's left her at a disadvantage. Each word digs into her skin and heightens her arousal. Zari can't find any compelling reason why he shouldn't even if his smugness clearly annoys her. His mouth does an effective job of making sure she can't answer right away. The tease has her squeezing her eyes shut and hissing.

"Your arms are going to get tired eventually." She manages to force out as the callous catches her skin, further reinforcing her predicament.

"I love seeing you like this," he admits suddenly, blunt fingernails digging in as if to impress he can hold this position for quite a while if he's forced to. Well, that and it doesn't actually do anything for him to do something without her express consent. Consent is important, as she'd told him the first time they were together, and he'd taken it to heart. He just never thought he'd need to take it so literally, but Zari is a lot kinkier than he ever could have imagined, and far be it for him to complain. "Helpless and needy... I can understand why you want this, the power..."

He nudges his nose against the little nub before drawing back up until they're eye to eye. His grip pushes her arms more firmly against her back and keeps pushing until their chests are completely flush. He opens his mouth like he's about to say more, but the sensations seem to overwhelm him and he moves in for a kiss unlike one he's ever initiated with her before. It's confident and domineering the way he sweeps his tongue through her mouth and moves his lips against hers in ownership, groaning into the contact despite himself.

She's never been safe to really explore herself. Zari tried back when she thought she could have the luxury of a real boyfriend. Which of those losers actually wanted to hear what she had to say? Much less how she wanted to be treated in bed. Zari prefers not to think of how much of a disaster it'd have been. This is the exact opposite.

This is strangely enough something tender. It's reinforcement that they can belong to one another so completely without all the stupid titles and traditions. They would never abuse the power they had over each other. Her gaze softens at the admission. "It feels good, doesn't it?" Her only break from the script for no longer than a second.

She gasps as he melds them together, sensation making her brain flat line again as their bodies line up perfectly. The hard feel of his chest against hers is maddening. Zari tries to draw back to get any of her sense back before his mouth catches hers. She forgets about fighting then. Zari is desperately kissing him back even as he clearly controls the scene. She's needed him for what feels like forever. Pride is an afterthought right now.

"Amazing," he hums in belated response to her earlier ask when he finally has to break the kiss to breathe. He finds himself wanting it to go on forever and he chases her lips a few times with breathless pecks before forcing himself back out of her immediate orbit. The denial is almost too much to bear this time around and he considers the merits of abandoning the plan altogether, that is before he catches her blown-out gaze. "Only because it's you."

John reinforces the thoughts he doesn't know are running through Zari's head, but he's never wanted this kind of responsibility with anyone else. But with her it's a free give and take and it couldn't feel more right even when they're doing very wrong things together. His eyes darken over with need, but he still refuses to let go. He won't fight her either, not physically; and probably not a good idea in the tub in any case.

"Beg me," he commands suddenly, just barely nudging his hips against hers again as a reminder of what's at stake. Regardless of power dynamic, she knows she can't beat him for patience, not in the bedroom. He would be all too content to make her wait hours for him to truly tire of holding her bound. "Beg me to take you." A beat. "That is, if you're done fighting."

Adoration shines through even in that darkened gaze of hers as he echoes her thoughts. The kiss helps, but doesn't even begin to address her physical needs. John is right about her. Zari has zero patience in the bedroom. If it weren't for John being so careful with her, she surely would have hurt herself frequently trying to rush into things.

He nudges against her and Zari feels her resolve slip. The throbbing between her legs is too much to suffer through. She knows he knows that too. She's not built to hold out in this scenario. "You're such a bastard." Zari complains without ever meaning it. Okay maybe she means it a little. She does hate to lose. She supposes this is what she gets for underestimating John to begin with.

Zari squirms uselessly against his hold one last time before giving in as much as someone like her can... which is not at all really. "Fine, I want you to take me. Satisfied?" He really shouldn't be when she sounds so pissed off about it.

His lips twist up into something deliciously smug at the admonishment, only gaining mirth as she struggles against him a final time before giving in. The water is cooling around them now, but he's determined to see this through, especially when she's finally giving in... in her own characteristic way.

"With you?" he asks sweetly, though the Cheshire grin counteracts it anyway. "Always," an admission pressed against her lips before he gets serious again. His eyes spear through hers as he slowly, pointedly, lets go of her wrists, taking a moment just to memorize the way she looks - submissive just for him, John Constantine, what should be chaff below her heel.

His hands move to her hips to help facilitate what he's about to order her to do (again) - this time he knows with a much different result. And just that knowledge sends an electrical pulse straight through his core.

"Turn around, slow now- Don't move your hands, I've got you."

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