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Pale legs with painted toes hooked over the Qunari’s large horns. Blonde hair was splayed out on the bed in a puddle under her head. Pouty pale cherry colored lips pressed together. Her naked torso heaved. The Qunari’s tongue dipped inside of her again, his nose brushing her bare sex. He thrust a wide finger inside her, and she arched her back with a moan as he captured her clitoris with his mouth.
“Bull, yes right there!” Ariella was so close, she just needed that final push over the edge. As he crooked his finger, she went breathless… And then the cell phone on the bedside table rang. She didn't even glance over to the phone, she was so lost in his ministrations. Blue eyes widened as a long moan escaped her, and she finally met her release.
“Mmh, boss, your phone,” Bull mumbled from between her thighs. Ariella moaned as his stubble raked against her skin. He tenderly lapped up her juices, tongue occasionally flicking her pearl again. He glanced toward her face to receive her approval to continue.
Meeting his eyes, she whispered. “Don’t stop.” She reached across the bed and glanced at who was calling. Her eyes rolled. Of course it was her husband. Lately, he had been calling at the most inopportune times, sometimes halting her release all together.
“Thom,” she answered coldly, grinding herself against Bull’s face. Ari could feel him smile against her skin, and he resumed licking her clean.
“Where are you?” Thom Rainier’s voice was rough, but it wasn’t out of anger. He was an older man, mid-forties, and a respected Senator who represented the Free Marches in the Capital of Denerim. Ariella had married him for political power for her family in the northern neighboring country of Orlais. She was in her late twenties, and certainly didn’t marry for love in this instance. She tolerated him, and hung on his arm at meetings or parties. Thom seemed to care more for her than she did for him.
“I just left pilates,” she breathed as Bull’s tongue found her entrance once more. Her breathing hitched as he added the thick digit again. He began his slow assault, pushing his finger as deep as he could, and was rewarded with an intense jerk of her hips.
“Just wanted to remind you about the cocktail party tonight, could you please wear that tight black dress? I’d like to show you off this evening. Wear your hair down.”
Ari rolled her eyes, and pressed her lips together. It wasn't the first and surely not the last time he’d tell her how to dress. “Mmm, will do. I was thinking of getting a new dress today while I’m out shopping.” her breath came in tiny inaudible puffs as she felt Bull’s finger stretch her, tongue flicking against her clit.
“Just make sure it’s black,” Thom answered. “I’ll see you soon.”
“Yes, see you soon.” She laid the phone back on the bedside table, as she repositioned her hips. “Fuck me,” she panted. “Fuck me until I can’t see straight, until I can’t think.” She paused. “Fuck me until I'm numb.”
Bull’s laugh filled the room as he gently lowered her legs. “You’ve got it, boss.”
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Ariella sat on the edge of the tub in the hotel’s bathroom. She was a disheveled mess, hair tangled and matted in some places, no clothes on whatsoever. She leaned against the wall, feeling the red lyrium soak into her veins. Her hand fell from her lap, and the needle dropped into the tub. Her eyes drifted closed. This had been standard routine since she had been married to Thom five years ago. Pretend to go out, fuck her bodyguard, shoot up lyrium, then go back to her life completely numb and uncaring. She’d smile for Thom, put on a show for his co workers, the press, but she felt nothing. This wasn't how she'd imagined her life at twenty seven.
Bull tapped on the bathroom door. He knew the drill, their tryst had been going on for the past three years. He hadn't checked on her once, and she had passed out, needle hanging from her arm. It wasn't a pretty sight. “Boss, you okay in there?” Her reply was muffled, but she was still alive at least. “I’ve got Varric bringing the car around,” he replied.
Ariella made another muffled reply, which he took for confirmation. While she had been in there, getting ready for the evening, Bull had retrieved her dress from Vivienne’s. The shop, named for it’s owner, was The Highest fashion places in Denerim. Madam Vivienne was the most beautiful dominating woman he had ever had the pleasure of meeting. Ariella was on a first name basis with the woman, and was one of the top clientele. Vivienne had presented Bull with a small dress box, and a few disparaging words.
The numbness had sank in, finally. Ariella ran the hairbrush through her blonde tresses, pulling out the knots with a practiced hand. Her hair fell in waves past her shoulders, the length brushing her mid-back. The makeup was applied quickly, a dark ring of kohl around her eyes, a bright cherry lip. She exited the bathroom, and glanced around the room for the dress box.
Bull shook his head slightly. The red lyrium pulled the spark out of her eyes, the laughter out of her voice. It made her flat. He watched her naked form cross the room to the bed, and pull the black silk out of the box. Without putting on any underclothes, she slid the dress over her head, silk hanging from the straps on her shoulders. Bull thought she looked sinful, and could feel himself ready for another romp with her again. Instead, he led her to the waiting car downstairs, and sat beside her, knowing full well she wasn’t wearing underwear tonight.
Varric pulled the car to the front of the Blue Nug Tavern, and Bull hurried to help Ariella out of the car. Her Heels hit the ground and she swayed slightly. She steadied herself on Bull’s arm, and the two strode into the restaurant. Thom was sitting with a few other people, but stood when he saw his wife. Thom met Ari and Bull halfway to the table, and took her arm in his hand, squeezing hard. “You have a lot of explaining to do, Ariella,” he spat through gritted teeth. It was so unlike him, Ari thought detachedly. It dawned on her then that he must have found out about her and Bull. After three years, she’d finally been found out with this bodyguard. She’d only been with one of her other bodyguards, Krem, before that.
Thom shot a look at Bull. “I’ll deal with you once this is over.” Still gripping Ari’s arm, he led her to the table. She shot a faintly apologetic look at the Qunari, and took the seat next to her husband. Ari turned on that sad, fake smile that Bull hated to see.