Archive of Our Own

Duncan has spent the past hour staring at my neck, intently enough I would be very concerned if it were almost any other Immortal. 
Not even at my tits, accentuated as they are by the extremely low neckline of my little black dress that cost an obscene amount for such a tiny piece of fabric and definitely  looks it. My neck. 
But it's Duncan. My Duncan, I if may be so proprietary, and he never complains when I am, quite the opposite. 
Knowing him, he might be wondering if and where I stole this lovely choker I am wearing, three strings of white pearls sitting tight around my sensitive pale throat. I didn't. But I might be willing to pretend I did if he wants to spank me for it, that way he has, on my bare ass, and then, when I am all dripping and swollen and desperate and ready to explode, on my pussy, just once to bring me over the edge. 
Or maybe he is wondering how it feels for me to wear it, the smooth pearls just barely caressing my skin. He knows how sensitive my neck is, he has sucked countless hickeys into it over the years, brought me to orgasm just by kissing up and down my throat while I begged for more, for his cock inside me or even the sword-callused pad of his thumb rubbing little circles into my swollen clit, preferably both. 
Oh would give me both, in the end, when I had come multiple times and begged and screamed myself hoarse, when he himself was shaking with supressed lust. He would sheathe himself in my wet heat and still when I came around him from it and fuck me through the shuddering, delicious aftershocks and only spill inside me when neither of us could really take much more.
Or maybe he is thinking about the other meaning of the phrase "pearl necklace", the pornographic one, remembering the first time he licked his own seed off my breasts in... nevermind the date, but it was back in the time of really ridiculous dresses and  exaggerated courtly manners. We both loved it, enough that by the time I was clean I was begging him to fuck me and make a mess of me again, and he was very happy to oblige. Needless to say, we have done it multiple times since, every now and then, and it's just as much fun every time.
So, what will it be, Duncan? Will you sneak off with me somewhere barely not public, somewhere we can still hear the party? Will you fuck me with my little dress up around my waist, just my soaked, sheer panties removed for access, or strip me of it, letting me remain in just my heels and choker while you are still almost fully clothed, just your fly and the top buttons of your shirt undone to let me ride your cock and kiss your neck? 
Will you let me whisper filth in your ear while we are walking away from everyone? Will you whisper filth in mine? Will you sneak back with me, both of us shaky and sweaty and mussed and with a thorough afterglow of fucked-out bliss?
I was hoping you would, you know. That's why I wore the tiny black dress and the fuck-me heels. And the pearl choker, of course. Especially the pearl choker.