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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."

Zari doesn't dare to move her wrists from where he left them once they're free. The way he looks at her is makes her skin pimple or maybe that's the cooling water. Regardless, she lets him have it. Zari nods shallowly, following his order to the t. She slowly turns around, letting him help her as her hands stay in place. She settles back into the water with a sigh, feeling like an open nerve with the tension growing more uncomfortable by the second. "Will you please...?" Zari trails off, voice soft as she asks the question. It's easier to do this when she's not facing him. "I need you."

He directs her back into his lap, enjoying the feeling of her arms trapped between their bodies as his own hands lazily explore her front, now completely exposed for him.

"I know you do, princess," he soothes, pressing a kiss against the side of her face as he guides their anatomy to link up without further ado. He's painstakingly careful, as always, relishing in how impatient she already is and knowing he'll have endless fun with that. Once he's confident he's properly lined up, his fingers gently delve between her folds, wanting to feel with his hands as well as his body the moment they come together. "Sit back now, all the way."

As she obeys, he can't help the gasp pushed out through his teeth as he feels her slick, hot body close around his length. Once she's seated flush against him, his wet fingers splay out over her tummy and his head ducks to drop worshipful little kisses against her throat.

"I'll tell you when you can move," he tells her, biting into the soft flesh of her shoulder as his other hand closes back around her arms as if locking her in. He's already throbbing inside her, hoping he can last when he gets off just as much (if not more) on the denial itself as the actual feeling of being inside her.

It is like slow torture for Zari. The kisses sooth her as she waits for John to finally offer some relief. She complies a little too quickly once he handles the business of lining them up properly. Zari groans as she takes him in bit by bit until she's flush against him.

Zari smiles at the little kisses her presses against her throat as she adjusts to him inside her. It's not nearly enough even with how he throbs inside her. She nearly moves to push the matter when he locks her in. She whines as he bites into her shoulder. "John, please." Her hips buck in protest.

He can't help but smile against her skin at just how bad she is at accepting the loss of control, even now. Soon that spirals into a moan as she moves anyway, closing his eyes and burying his face in her throat as he fights his body not to react to that or the way she whines his name.

"Slower, slower..." He lets go only to wind his arms around her middle, losing steam for ordering her around now that she's admitted he's won, more or less. "You always rush past the best part."

She rests her head against his as Zari continues working her hips, only encouraged by his release. John's right about her rushing it. They both know she's constantly trying to chase a high with them. It's hard for her to savor every second like he does. "I can't help it." Zari replies breathlessly. She does make an effort to slow down for John, working her hips with more care. "I want you so badly."

It's just enough to leave him wanting more as well, but that's precisely how he likes it. John can't keep his eyes open when she moves, releasing tiny sounds of pleasure against her ear. "I know, baby... but don't I always get you what you want in the end?" John presses another tender kiss to her neck as his hands move to bracket her hips, helping her to start lifting up and coming back down. "That's it, Zari, just like that."

Her skin vibrates at those sounds, a shudder passing through her frame violent. Zari is positive there could nothing sweeter than this; than them. Her eyes squeeze shut from the pleasure of moving up and down his length with his aid. "You do. You're so good to me." Zari babbles as her fingers press back against his abdomen. "I'll do whatever you want-" she pledges breathlessly, "-as long you don't stop."

The shudder seems to pass through her fingertips and up John's spine, her words lighting his skin on fire so that the chill water surrounding them doesn't even register. That turn of phrase always gets to him; whatever he wants. It's not like it's a rare thing for someone to say in bed, but that Zari means it and John knows it drives him absolutely insane.

"Don't tempt me," he warns her breathlessly, one hand traveling up her front to appreciatively map it out though he'd memorized the arrangement long ago. Once again, he's drawn to her chest, squeezing her breasts and teasing her nipples one at a time while rocking his hips in time with hers to really get her going. "I have some weird fantasies..." His palm keeps moving upward, wrapping around her throat on a downstroke as he remembers what that felt like. He barely applies any pressure, afraid to when he can't see her face, but just the suggestion is enough for another full-body jolt as he snaps his hips much harder than before.

She inhales sharply as he feels up her front. It draw up sweet memories of their early lovemaking for a few seconds before the pace pick ups. All Zari can see are stars behind her eyes after that. She moans loudly while pushing herself into his hand as it travels. The words filter distantly as she moves with him, losing more of her senses by the second. It's like he's speaking to her from the surface while she's underwater. She smiles at the warning just as his hand closes around her throat. It's barely nothing, but the implication jolts her as much as the next thrust does. It's a perfect parallel to how they started. Zari is thrilled once again by that sense of danger with no real threat attached to it.

"John." She finally moves one of her arms away from her back. Her hand closes around the one gripping her throat without adding any pressure just yet. "I want everything." Zari promises just as she adjusts his hold to just enough to be safe while chasing that high.

"Everything," he repeats in a hiss, biting into his lips at the way her hand squeezes over his; at how much she wants this. At how much she wants him. At first, maybe it was self-destructive in a way, upping the ante in the expectation that it would be too much for her. But she always rises to the bait - and then some. John's other hand closes over the wrist behind her back again, careful not to make it painful for her even as he makes it abundantly clear again he's controlling this scene. If only because it seems to get her so hot. "I never would have thought... you'd be into this." Into him, dominating her. It's why he'd never really tried until she gave him his day. Something he still calls up memories of every time they're apart.

He keeps up the stutter of his hips, losing rhythm but remembering how she'd asked him not to stop and wanting to oblige. Even in this position, her pleasure is paramount to him. His fingers twitch against her throat, feeling her pulse in his palm and feeling powerful for being allowed that type of ultimate trust.

"Do you want to hear... what I might be into?" He breathes it heavily into her ear, still putting off actually telling her what it is. He'll chalk it up to distraction later, but as always it goes back to his fear of rejection, though she's never turned away from him once even when she absolutely should have.

John has changed a lot of things for Zari. She knows she could never do this with anyone else. All of this is like an extended trust fall for her. She extends herself a little more each time just to see what he'll do with it. John never disappoints her. That may not be true of the others, but the world has a way of narrowing when they are together. Those people have no place in this little bubble they've created together.

The hand covering his drops once he takes the other behind her back. It's perfect bliss to lose herself into the motions of their coupling even if John is off-key. The sensation of being held so securely by him, being so helpless yet safe, will keep her going to the last second. Zari is eager to extend this feeling for as long as she can.

"I'm into you." Zari reminds him. She's open to wherever this takes them. Her pulse quickens at the question. "Tell me. Please."

His heart leaps against his chest when she lets go, appreciating it for the showing of trust it is even if others might take advantage. It's why she's right to place her faith in John and John alone, at least in this matter. He would sooner die than intentionally hurt her, but he can sense how much pleasure she's drawing from this and it gives him the confidence to constrict his hand on her throat just a tiny bit more, holding her other arm firmly up against the small of her back as his hips snap up into hers in a thready, untimed rhythm.

"I miss that mirror... seeing your face when I have you like this," John reminds her, sure she's remembering the same thing which makes it all the sweeter even if he can't see her expression for him. The words and the unmistakable way she shares his desires are more than enough to compel him to tell her what else has been on his mind, for a while now. "Have you ever used a strap-on?" Just the question is more than suggestive enough, and he waits to see what she'll do with it before he elaborates further though she'll easily be able to feel the way his face gets hot where his cheek is still pressed to hers.

His name slips out of her mouth the second his grip tightens. Her brain is white noise and compilation of nerves set on fire with every snap of his hips. For once in her life she doesn't have to think. There's no angle to work or plan to enact. It's in John's hands. She feels a strange sense of peace. That said, Zari absolutely misses that mirror. She wants to see how he reacts to see her flushed, heaving, and at his mercy. That look he gave when she first submit to him will be etched in her brain for a while now.

"Next time." Zari promises. She has no idea how she'll fulfill it. She knows she wants the image of his hand over her throat etched in too. The question does give her pause. Zari isn't against it, of course. The thought of John beneath her is always sweet, but being the one to penetrate him for a change, well, she loves it. Zari also knows she has no experience with it. Every man she's dated is basically the definition of toxic masculinity. They'd never be so vulnerable with her.

John is nothing like them. She can feel from the heat against her cheek how much he wants this. "I could start." As loathe as she is to admit she doesn't know about something, he does deserve to know considering he'd be the first she'd tried it with. "Would you like that, baby?" She asks sweetly. Her pulse speeds up tellingly; as if she needed more fuel to push her closer to the edge.

John isn't sure how she'll pull it off and yet he believes that she will, feeling her pulse hammer beneath his hand in a way that emboldens him to tighten his grip even the tiniest bit more. He's surprised by how much it turns both of them on, even if for him it's more because he's thinking about how much meaner she'll be with him on the next time.

The long pause to his question is more than answer enough, and more or less what he expected knowing of the kind of douchebags she's been with, but it still excites him to know they can go down this road together. He nods stiltedly against her face so she can feel it, but then hisses out an affirmative answer in her ear when it doesn't feel like enough, followed by a sharp exhale of her name.

His hand from behind her back frees itself to find hers, holding for a moment before he directs it along her abdomen then down between her legs. "Every time I watch you like this... I'm jealous," he admits, ridiculously close just by putting himself in her exact position in his mind. Each time he pulls out enough to feel her hand on him, he hisses broken words and sounds into her ear, his hand leaving hers after a minute of that to seek out the little bundle of nerves between her folds, now exposed by their coupling. Two fingers gently press as he goes on, "Want to get on my knees for you, too."

The image is enough to send him, let alone everything else they currently have going on. Careful of her safety to the utmost even now, he helps her to tip her head backwards against his shoulder, exposing her throat even more. His thumb presses into her windpipe as he bows his head to curve his lips against the juncture of throat and clavicle. His hips work faster and more messily towards an end with one goal in mind, teasing her clitoris with one finger as he slowly makes peace with letting this scene go.

"Do you want to come? You need to ask permission." He expects that will get her going, smiling against her skin and kissing at her neck softly in firm contrast to everything else he's doing to her now. His finger gives a last stroke in farewell though he leaves her own hand between her legs to do with what she will, wanting to feel one more time as he presses her wrist against the swell of her back, somehow forcing Zari into an even more compromised position. "You've been so good for me... how many times would you like to? I don't think once is enough for my princess."

It is amazing the way he can make her feel like an exposed nerve while fantasizing about the all the things she will do to him. The lights dancing behind her eyes growing impossibly bright as his grip tightens on her throat bit by bit. She wants to promise John that he will be on his knees for her soon; worshiping her the way that only he can with that mouth of his. She wants to tell him in detail about the fantasy she is already building of having him face down on their bed, hands tied behind his back as she is buries herself inside him. She wants to make him beg and plead for her to never stop.

He is reduced her to soft whimpers, breathless moans, and broken words that resemble his name. All the sounds he makes in her ear as she barely manages to touch him are driving her insane. Zari needs John to finish this.

A part of her thinks he never will. He'll keep her trapped here, toying with her body in the cold water until she passes out from the over stimulation. Zari is distantly aware of how much she loves the idea; how desperately she wouldn't mind doing the same to John. He offers her an out. Maybe five minutes ago, she'd be stubborn about it. Zari can get herself off with the one free hand, she thinks.

Zari is too spent for that kind of of game. The position he has her in now just reinforces how securely John has her. Zari decides to finish the game his way. Her hand trails back up to rest over the one gripping her throat. Her thumb strokes back of his hand softly before the other hand strains against his hold one last time for the thrill of it.

Her lips work for a few seconds. It's struggle make the words he needs to hear after being worked over on so many fronts. "...Please, John. I need to... as many as you can." Her tone is breathless and desperate. Her grip on his hand tightens to drive home that point even as it ruins Zari further. "Please."

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