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Lily followed him behind the counter and stood aside, waiting as the baker set the tea to start boiling. She watched then followed him as he started to give the tour, which was admittedly short but interesting nonetheless. When Derrick explained the setup of the ovens she seemed very curious, and wished she could look inside, see it working. She'd read about the use of stone and glaze to absorb and then radiate the heat of the fire that was feeding each one. Lily didn't ask though, deciding that it really wasn't worth the trouble.

Derrick seemed proud, and he should be, as he showed her the ovens and then explained a bit about his bakery. Then he commented on her explanation, that she had access to a library, something not many people had. "Yes, there weren't many books on baking... it's mostly dry, academic tomes, some fiction," Lily said, trying to downplay the whole thing. She made a bit of a face when he asked where else would a 'sharp lady' learn, "Perhaps the real world... but the library suits my needs." Lily would love nothing more than to actually experience things, but that wasn't an option.

The tea was done and Lily followed him again, smiling as he poured them each a cup. "So the porch then? It is rather warm in here... I suppose you're used to it though," she smiled, "Smells great, do you have some spare honey?" She liked honey in her tea.

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"Heh. The real world isn't quite so accommodating to people who aren't looking to seize opportunity, I've found. People will hate you for being smart like they've hated me for being darker than them. Everyone has their reasons to think they've been wronged somehow; the trick in it is in finding your niche. Once you have a handle on yourself you can use it to guide you through anything life throws at you. I hope one day your library isn't the only place you have to learn from."

Derrick smirked a bit when she tried to downplay her obvious connections, not wanting to make Lily uncomfortable around him. She asked for honey and he nodded, "I do, yes. I find honey and syrups make for excellent additions to most anything you can bake, so I try to have some around." the man opened a small clay crock and spooned a few small scoops into Lily's tea, figuring if she liked it that way she'd want to taste it despite the sticky sweet pastry he'd given her.

That done, Derrick picked up both cups in his work-worn hands, barely registering the heat after so many years singeing and searing his fingers, "I thought as much, but you're right. Give yourself a decade or more at the ovens and it's not so bad. Makes summer more bearable, when the heat outside is nothing to worry about." he grinned and led the way to the back, where he had a small table set up with a few chairs and a thick cloth stretched out to provide shade overhead. After he set the cups down he offered Lily a small smile, " Didn't mean to come off as an ass there, by the way. Just figured, y'know, you're smart. Never hurts to let someone know you appreciate that."

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Lily pursed her lips as the baker told her that the real world could be a lot rougher, not sure if he was talking down to her or not. She knew that the real world wasn't as accommodating, but it was real. She wouldn't be surprised if he didn't think she could handle it, no one else did, why should he? So she just gave Derrick a subdued smile when he added that he hoped she got to experience it anyway.

She followed Derrick outside onto the patio just outside, feeling relieved to be out of the stuffy heat of the bakery. "Well I'm not used to it," Lily chuckled, sitting down in the shade across from the young baker and taking her cup of tea. She blew at the contents a little but paused when Derrick spoke up, she looked down, then shrugged, and looked back up. "You didn't, it's just how it is. Even if I could get out there and learn firsthand, not many people would take me seriously," Lily said quietly.

Once her tea seemed cool enough she lifted the cup and sipped at it, smiling at him, "This is very good. I can't tell if you're just this good or if you're trying to impress me..." Lily smiled flirtatiously.

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"No one will until you do yourself. Had to learn that the hard way. My master wouldn't take my skills seriously until I stopped trying to improve for his approval. Once I started putting in the effort for me, it all clicked and made more sense. Not saying that's how it goes for everyone but y'know. It's a great big world out there Lily, you don't have to do everything the way the proctor, your parents, the nobility says is the right way." he sat and leaned back in his chair out of habit, lifting the front legs off the ground and balancing on his tiptoes.

He waited while she slipped her tea and looked off at the clustered buildings that made up the town. Life for him wasn't so hard, really. Work and responsibilities galore, but at the end of the day not beyond him, and quite fulfilling. Derrick returned his attention to Lily when she spoke and he got a bashful sort of look for a moment before a confident smile spread on his lips, "Why can't it be both? Perhaps I really am good at what I do, but I'm only showing you the things I'm not awful at in a bid to keep you smiling and happy in my company."

The baker took a slow pull of his own tea, relishing the bracing bitterness of it for a moment, before fixing Lily with a pointed look, "I think if you left it up to me you'd be hard pressed to wind up in a position to witness a task wasn't good at." for a moment it seemed like he might have said more but he lost his train of thought again, all but drowning in Lily's eyes. He'd heard bards and minstrels sing of instant attraction, of men staring into a lady's eyes like a man drowning sunk into a lake, but Derrick had never experienced it and didn't quite know what to do with himself.

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Lily just listened and sipped her tea as the baker tried to give her some encouragement, which was more than anyone else had ever done. It made her smile a little, but the smile was subdued, even a little sad. It didn't matter how much she believed in herself, no one would give her a chance. Derrick didn't know the truth of her situation though, so she just took his kind words and tucked them away.

She gave him a sly, flirtatious smile when he responded to her flirtations, liking that he didn't make it weird. Derrick was far more appealing than any of the other men she had been thrown at recently. She knew that it was very scandalous for her to be here alone with a strange man, especially one beneath her station, but she didn't care. Lily almost wished her parents would catch her and cast her out. She wondered wildly for a moment what she might do if that happened, perhaps pack up what she could and start traveling... or maybe... her eyes darted to Derrick's face and away, blushing at the thought.

This was ridiculous! Lily found him attractive both personally and physically yes, but her mind kept trying to think of some fantasy life with him.

She blinked and looked up to see Derrick just staring at her, and she blushed before looking away, smiling as she sipped at her tea. "Well maybe I'll have to try and think of something you might find difficult to really put you through your paces," she teased before she kept sipping at her tea. Lily changed the subject to baking after that, and the two chatted about baking and drank tea until the bell inside finally went off. The girl finished off her tea and stood with a sigh, "I suppose I should get going so you can get back to work," she told him, sounding hesitant. Lily didn't really want to leave, she had been enjoying herself with Derrick, and she knew she wouldn't be back. She couldn't, she shouldn't have even come here this time.

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"Well, a gentleman always does what he can to be of service to a lady." Derrick bad been given an abridged sort of etiquette lesson from his aging master, who had admittedly not been the best with women but had chalked that up to a busy lifetime of outliving friends and enemies both. The lessons were sound though and even now Derrick was always rather well behaved and, he'd been told, charming. Told by his master's older lady customers in likely a doting fashion but as a young man Derrick had taken what he could get to bolster his ego and rally his confidence.

He went inside a time or two to remove items from ovens and to refresh their tea, being sure to honey Lily's like before, since that had seemed to be enough. The baker was feeling really good about this... sure it was improper to have a lady over without first consulting her father to be sure he could claim some of her time, but from the first time he'd laid eyes on Lily she had taken up a corner of his mind and was claiming territory with every word. She finally stood and mentioned she had to leave and Derrick's stomach lurched. If he let her go now he'd never see her again. She'd only come because he'd invited her, but their association ended there. Unless..

The baker lunged and seized her hand gently, his warm, calloused fingers closing around her pale, delicate ones. He could feel his heart hammering and gently squeezed her fingers for reassurance... for him or her Derrick didn't know. "I... that is... I want to see you again Lily. I mean... maybe you could join me next week for the Dawn Festival? Going alone isn't very fun and I can't think of another lady whose company I would wish for." he was blushing furiously, staring at her hand in his, his whole arm seemingly tingly from the contact. Or possibly he was having a fit and didn't recognize it. Derrick noticed he was urging her in his head, thinking _say yes say yes sayyessayyes_ and forced that down. It'd be disappointing if Lily spurned him, but he wasn't about to be an ass.

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Lily paused and gave the baker a surprised look when he suddenly reached out and took her hand in his. She looked down at their hands then back to his face, blinking a little, not sure what to make of this. They had been flirting a lot but this was a bit of a jump, touching like this. She didn't pull away though, looking at Derrick with her brown eyes a little wide as she waited to see what he wanted. When the young baker asked to see her again, to go with him to the Dawn Festival, she looked surprised all over again.

"Oh!" she breathed, looking away from Derrick to try and think, since she couldn't seem to form a coherent thought looking at him directly. She liked Derrick a lot, he was physically attractive and she found it easy to talk to him, but those were good reasons not to see him again. Lily looked back to him to tell him no, as she knew she should, but she couldn't bring herself to say it outloud.

"I..." Lily started quietly, her hand still in his, brushing her hair out of her face with her free hand, "I'll try..." she told him. "I want to!" She followed up quickly, not wanting Derrick to think that she didn't want to go with him, "I just... don't know if I'll be able to, but I want to." Lily did want to go with him, but she knew she shouldn't. And even if she did try, she wasn't sure if she'd be able to. She squeezed his hand a little and gave Derrick a hopeful smile, "I really will try... should I meet you here if I can?" She told herself she was asking to make him feel better, not because she actually thought she'd be able to.

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Derrick had nodded at her response and only after a moment longer did he release Lily's hand. He knew it was improper, touching that way, but he hadn't wanted her to walk out of his life again without so much as a plan to return. This way, well, she said she'd try and that would have to be good enough now wouldn't it? Derrick stood and smiled at the blonde, "Heh, I'll take it. If you can't make it... well, you know who makes the best pastries in town, so I'm sure I'll see you again eventually yeah?" after her question he thought for a moment and nodded, "Yeah, best to meet there. I doubt escorting you from home would be a good idea."

A bit of small talk later and Lily was on her way and Derrick was left to his baking once more. Be didn't dislike his life, but to be honest he liked it better with Lily in it. She was a nice young lady, smart, both qualities that made him want to be better to match. The days fairly flew by and on the afternoon of the festival Derrick had banked the fires in his ovens and shuttered the bakery, dressed in his best for the occasion. He'd spent a few coins on a fine little charm on a woven leather thong, a gift for the lady if she did make it. When she made it. The gift was tucked into the inside pocket of the simple cotton vest he wore over a loose shirt with short sleeves that left his thick arms bare to the bicep. He'd tucked the shirt into fine trousers and clinched the middle with a broad belt of leather that matched his good shoes. All in all Derrick thought he cleaned up nicely, with the rich colours of his clothes complementing his dark complexion. He couldn't afford the purples and blues that the nobility wore, but he had made due by having the vest embroidered along the trim and the shirt's seams sewn with dark threads.

Once Derrick arrived in the square, ear to where the great fire would be that evening, he stuck his thumbs behind his belt and looked around curiously. Would he spot Lily, he wondered? She said maybe... a pretty solid maybe, but still a maybe. He'd be lying if he'd said he wouldn't be hugely disappointed if she didn't make it. Best not to get down about it! The baker kept a smile on his face and greeted people he knew, even bought himself a mug of mulled cider to sip at while be loitered.

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Lily had left the bakery and gone home, feeling conflicted to say the least. She felt like her heart had wings, but like her feet had lead in them, simultaneously happy and upset. She liked Derrick a great deal, but nothing good could come of any of this. Why in the world had she come here? Why had she even pretended to agree to go with him to the festival? Why couldn't he be some lech or bore or idiot? Then it would be so easy to just brush this off and move on with her life like she had never even met him... but she wasn't able to do that in the following days, in fact the more time passed the more she thought about Derrick. And the more she thought about what she should do. If anyone noticed Lily being more distracted than usual, they didn't say anything, which didn't surprise her. She had an older brother and a younger brother, they took up most of her mother's attention, and her father was always busy doing one thing or another. Her mother only noticed her when she was trying to cue her to advance their family in some way, but she didn't bother to notice her daughter if she was sitting off by herself, staring out a window lost in thought.

Lily was usually alone, even when she was with other people she felt separate from them, and it had never particularly bothered her but she had liked talking to Derrick. It had been so easy. Continuing this though was out of the question, which was why she was going to go to the festival, enjoy one last time with him, and then tell him she could never see him again. Lily wasn't fooling herself, she knew it was going to be difficult, but she was confident she could manage it. So the day of the Dawn Festival arrived, and she enacted her plan. Her parents had planned on taking the family to some ball or another to celebrate, but Lily had faked an illness the night before, and pretended it to be even worse the next day. She rarely got sick so her parents took her at her word and after much griping from her mother (who had hoped to use this as another opportunity to push her daughter into the eyeline of eligible bachelors), had left with her brothers. Much of the staff was also off for the holiday as well, so Lily told her maid that she was just going to go to bed, and to leave her a tray of something for dinner just inside and she would eat it if she felt up to it but not to disturb her otherwise.

After arranging some pillows in her bed to look like her, she grabbed the bundle she had kept hidden and snuck out of her family's estate like she always did, changing in the barn and stashing her own clothes. Once she was away from the estate she hurried to the square, but slowed as she neared, making sure her dress and hair were straight. Her dress was plain compared to the gown her mother had had made for her for the ball tonight, but it was still very pretty on her. It was pale green with white flowers embroidered into the bodice and along the hem of her skirt, the neckline low but tastefully so. She had braided some of her hair back out of her face but most of it was still loose and curling down her back. Overall, Lily looked completely lovely, more than a few men turning their heads to watch her as she smiled and made her way through the crowd, looking for the tall, dark figure of Derrick. Lily couldn't remember the last time she was this nervous, and even though she knew what she had to do before the night was out, she was determined to enjoy it while she could. So when she spotted Derrick she beamed and made her way over, coming up from slightly behind him and tugging on the back of his vest a bit, "You look nice," she smiled up at him when he turned around, trying not to seem too... energetic. Lily had always been told that it wasn't attractive for a woman to be over exuberant.

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If Lily was avoiding seeming to exuberant, Derrick was maybe laying it on, but he really was excited when he turned at the tug and saw her standing there. For just a moment she took his breath away and he had to remind himself to signle down at her instead of gawking like a slack jawed oaf. He turned a bit to put his nearly empty clay cup down on a stall and used the momentary distraction to formulate something to say to the lovely young lady he'd been spending some time with.

"Thank you! I've been told you can't always judge someone on appearance, but I get more pleasantries when I dress nicely rather than angrily." he chuckled and winked playfully at Lily, well aware that he could lose himself in the way the firelight took her rich brown eyes and lit them to a shade almost like dark honey. She was beautiful in her dress, the pops of white flowers and flush of pale skin a subtle contrast to the pale springtime green. Derrick realized he'd been staring for awhile without saying anything and mentally cursed himself for a fool.

"Oh, here! I got this for you!" too eager. Derrick resolved to dial it back even as he rooted around in his pocket and found the little charm he'd bought for her, "I thought... well, I'm running out of things to draw you back so maybe, heh, this would make you smile, remember me and then you'd find your way." it was a simple sort of charm of carved and lacquered bone dyed a brilliant rich red, shaped into a leaf, which was where the expense had come from. "It's supposed to be lucky, too, so there's that yeah?"

The festivities had already begun and while Derrick was sure that Lily would turn heads, his thoughts were entirely on how she'd come to see him. "So! The festival! What do you want to do first?" there were dances and games to play, things to look at and buy, songs... Derrick knew he could find a ton of things to do, but he didn't want to order Lily around. Whatever went on in her home life, he'd gotten the impression that independence was important to her.

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Lily laughed softly and rolled her eyes a little at the baker's response to her compliment, seeing him staring at her. She blushed a little, pleased, before he spoke again and told her that he had something for her. She gave him a curious look, a little surprised, before he gave her the necklace and she blushed all the brighter. "Oh..." she murmured as she took it, studying the red bone charm for a moment before she beamed up at Derrick. "Thank you, it's beautiful," she told him, taking the cord and fixing it around her neck. Against her pale skin and the green of her dress, the leaf was a bright red point on her chest.

"I love it," she beamed at Derrick, looking around when he asked what she wanted to do. He was right that she valued her independence, what little she got, so the fact that he asked her what she wanted to do, which rarely happened, won him a fair few points with Lily. "Well, I'd like a drink first, then perhaps look at the some of the games?" she suggested, deciding she didn't want ale and instead finding someone serving mead, getting a mug of that instead before going off with Derrick to look at the games.

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"You're welcome, I'm glad you like it," Derrick grinned boyishly when she beamed up at him, rather pleased that it had gone so well with what she had chosen to wear to the festival. "A drink and then some games. As the lady requests." he went along with the young woman, happy enough to just be around her while they looked around. The baker took a mug of the honey wine himself, preferring that to the bitterness of ale and the burn of spirits. Wine was a nice contrast and varied so much from region to region... he wasn't exactly a connoisseur nor able to afford some of the most exotic wines, but Derrick did indulge from time to time since he enjoyed the stuff.

Drinks in hand the pair headed off to find some games. There were plenty to be had, from simple games of chance like guessing cards and flipping cups over to reveal baubles and pebbles to ones of skill such as tossing wooden hoops over pegs a distance away. Tests of strength, games of speed, everyone seemed to be having a good time. After playing a few and winning prizes of sugar sweets and the like, they were chatting a bit when a man loitering near some barrels stepped in Derrick's path.

"Oi mate, whatcha say to a little game huh? You and me, first one to wrestle the other off a barrel wins, yeah?" he was flushed, had likely been drinking and didn't much like the look of such a pale pretty thing in the company of a man who wasn't him. "Er... I don't know. Perhaps, another time?" the baker didn't want to make a bad impression either way. Would Lily be impressed if he won a game if strength? Or would she be annoyed at him?

"C'mon pal, there's even a prize. You can't pass up a free contest and a prize yeah?" He put his elbow on a barrel and grinned at Lily, his eyes wandering boldly, "Let's say... winner gets a kiss from the sweetie here." Derrick stiffened indignantly, glancing at Lily and then to this... fool. "I hardly think that's something she'd agree to... but you don't seem the type to take a no flat out." he sighed softly and gently backed Lily up with a hand against her belly, "Stand back. This is stupid, but I think it might be easier to beat him than to explain why this is stupid." Plus, if he won and Lily were impressed, maybe he would get a kiss after all.

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Lily took a good sized drink from her mead before only sipping afterwards, walking happily along with her 'escort'. They played a few simple games together, having fun and having a good time, until they were interrupted. She blinked in surprise when the stranger stepped out in front of them, looking unsteady and agitated. The girl on Derrick's arm gave him an unsure look, a little anxious about what was going on and what they should do. She wasn't even sure why this man was even bothering them until he threw in that whoever won the contest he was challenging Derrick to would get a kiss from her.

She blinked and looked between the two of them, not sure what to do. Lily was inclined to try and get away from the stranger as well, feeling that he was perhaps a little too drunk to be safely dealt with. And she wasn't too keen on the idea of possibly having to kiss him... Derrick on the other hand. Well, she wouldn't mind kissing him at all. When Derrick told her that they should probably just deal with this, she looked a little unsure, but nodded and gave him a bit of a smile. "Well, good luck then," she told him, "I'm certainly rooting for you to win." She stood aside as the two men sat on either side of a barrel, and a few other people topped and gathered about to watch curiously. Lily watched the most curiously of all, and even got a little into the festive mood as some people rooted for Derrick (obviously knowing him) and some rooted for the other man, whose name was apparently Thomas.

Thankfully, Derrick won, Lily clapping with the rest and laughing as Thomas knocked the barrel over angrily before being pulled away by some friends as he demanded a rematch. "Well, you gonna kiss 'im or what?!" someone laughed, nudging Lily towards the baker. The Dawn Festival was far more exuberant than some and one of its goals was to encourage fertility, for crops, for animals, and for people. So this was entirely in the mood of the gathering. Lily's face was red but she was smiling, "Alright..." she agreed, laughing a little then looking at Derrick, "Well, have your prize." The crowd laughed and cheered as she tugged the baker down a bit by a gentle grip on his shirt and leaned up onto her tiptoes to kiss him.

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Thankfully Derrick's insistence about moving his stock around on his own, hefting bags of flour and casks of butter and honey and such had left him strong indeed. He didn't know Thomas personally but he wasn't about to let him kiss Lily, not when he wanted to himself! Something something defending honour but to a commoner that wasn't exactly top of Derrick's list. It didn't take much for Derrick to win at the arm wrestle, though the baker made it last a little bit longer than he might have otherwise just so he wouldn't scream foul.

He did anyway but some others intervened, pulling the man away while Derrick and Lily were ringed by people who seemed pretty darn invested in seeing them kiss. Well, who could blame them for that attitude though? The festival was... festive! He wasn't sure but his face felt like it might burst into flame from how deeply he was flushing, but it didn't so there was that!

Lily stepped up close and tugged him down a bit, his arms circling her and pulling the blonde girl in a little closer. "Can't think of a better one..." Derrick leaned down and caught Lily up in a soft kiss, squeezing her in his arms. His head spun a bit, it just felt amazing having her there. Everything else melted away and he could smell and feel her, Derrick could lose himself in the embrace and only really wanted more. Derrick hesitated only a moment before breaking the kiss then going for another one, daring to make it a deeper one, his strong arms holding Lily protectively... definitely possessively.

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Lily blushed brightly at his comment and felt her heart leap against her rib cage excitedly. She'd read a romance novel or two in her day and she'd always thought them so silly, things like that didn't happen, and people didn't say things like that. And yet here she was, and here they were, and he said things like that to her and she could hardly stand it. Derrick leaned towards her and his arms wrapped around her, pulling her closer and then their lips met and she could hardly stand it. Lily's hands rested against the broad plains of his chest for support and felt the muscle under her fingers that had helped win his reward.

Derrick's lips were warm, and especially soft in comparison to the rest of him, his hands and his body for example. She felt the world tilt a little, but also felt secure and safe the entire time wrapped up in the baker's embrace. Lily pulled away after a long moment though, not having meant to kiss him that long, her face burning and her ears ringing with not only the rush of her own blood but the raucous laughter and cheering of the crowd that had gathered up.

Lily drew away from him, resisting the urge to basically hide under him instead, blushing like mad and grinning widely. A few people clapped Derrick on the back and the crowd dispersed bit by bit. The girl brushed a strand of hair out her face and glanced up at the baker shyly before she looked away, clearing her throat. "Ah... how about we go get some more drinks?" she suggested, looking pleased but a little embarrassed.

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As much as Derrick wanted it to go on, the baker knew that their kiss couldn't just go on forever. It seemed to go on for longer than he thought though, because by the time Lily pulled away the gathered crowd was laughing and clapping for the pair of them. The baker felt a little lightheaded but be kept his stance and didn't make an ass of himself. Even if he was entirely stuck on how the blonde had felt against him, how easily she fit to his body and how she'd lost herself in that kiss just the same. Derrick couldn't stop grinning, especially when their eyes met again for just a moment before she suggested more drinks.

"I... uhm... yeah, more drinks sounds like a good plan." he took Lily's hand and smiled, tugging her a little closer to link his arm with hers, "The mead is really nice, isn't it? I think the honey they use is spicier than what I use in my pastries... but maybe it's because of different... bees?" Okay so he didn't know much about beekeeping or how to make honey, what different flowers did to it... but Derrick had wanted to be impressive and it had sounded better in his head. Hopefully Lily didn't notice he'd just sounded like a dork.

Derrick took Lily over to a stall that was serving a number of drinks. Mulled wines and ciders alongside mead and also ale that was still cold from being in someone's cellar. Everyone went all out for this sort of thing and even Derrick had provided a good amount of sweets and bread goods for consumption. Of course he'd been paid for it, but the man did live and work in the community and was rather fond of his home. "So! More mead for you, or did you want to try something else?"


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Steve looked up at her from behind the curve of her rear and the hint of need and lust in his face was evident. Tonight Steve wouldn't be the gentleman he was known as, no. Tonight he would be the type to take what he wanted, get someone hooked on him and keep her for himself. Steve slipped his tongue between her thong and her pussy, wrapped the tongue around the fabric and pulled her panties down to her ankles with a single fluid motion.

Easily letting the panties drop he turned his body so that his hair rubbed against the wall when he put his face back between her legs. His voice was barely a whisper when he gave his first real demand to her. "If you feel yourself go weak, sit on my face." His tongue snaked out of his mouth and the flat of it pressed to Natasha's pussy, slowly, firmly dragging up her sex until he had coated it along with her clit with a coat of his saliva.

He couldn't help but moan, the taste was better than he imagined. Without realizing what he was doing, his hands had clamped to her inner thighs and his face pushed against her warm core, inhaling her scent just before he started to pepper it with alternating kisses and licks.

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That look in his eyes seemed to be filled with promises, fantasies, and desires that would all be filled tonight. Natasha moaned softly as she gripped the wall holding herself up as he removed her panties without the air of his hands. What else could he do with that fabulous tongue? She could feel his breath against her skin and suddenly the thought of what the others on the team said about Steve. _Virgin my ass... stark owes me..._

"I bet you've been dying to say that to someone..." She teased playfully as she felt him move to in front of her. As she met his gaze before he began licking her. Her eyes shut tightly as she felt her knees buckle a bit as he devoured her. "Fuck..." She hissed again as her hands moved from the wall to drag through his hair as she dug her nails into his scalp pulling just a bit as she felt him tease. She was getting riled up and she wouldn't be able to last long if he continued.

The vibration of his moan caused her to squirm as she felt him eagerly eat. "Steve! Steve, oh god you're... you're amazing." She cried out softly as she rocked herself against his mouth. "Steve I want you... I want... please..." she moaned out as she rode his mouth.

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Having Natasha on his face was amazing, the feel of her sex rubbing up and down his face, against his tongue... and those moans and pleas for more made Steve nearly quiver with desire for her. Not to mention her nails digging into his scalp. Her grip was tight and he wondered how hard she would grip a cock. Maybe after he blew all over her he could find out. But first...

Just when she was starting to truly ride his mouth he firmly pulled her hand off his head and slipped out from under her. Rodgers casually made his way to the bed and sat down, legs spread wide while he removed his shirt, revealing his massive body to her completely. "On your hands and knees Natasha. Crawl over here and put that mouth to work on this cock, I won't fuck you until I'm nice and wet." He ordered while crooking a finger as if he were giving her a demand.

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Natasha had been so close to reaching the hedge what when he stopped she looked confused. Her eyes wide as she sank to the plush carpet looking dazed. "What?" Natasha managed before she realized it was a real order. Biting gently on her lip she shifted to her hands and knees, her breasts still restrained in the lace as she did exactly as she was told. She crawled over to him the movements looking more feline as she sat between his legs and looked up at him.

"You won't?" She asked arching a brow as she parted her lips as she moved near his monstrously large cock. Her tongue dragging over the velvety soft skin before she teasingly gave all her attention to the angry looking head. She nipped gently at the flesh before she swirled her tongue over him before she took him into her mouth. The redhead began to bob him his lap at ay this rate she could probably get him to spill his seed right into her mouth.

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Steve watched with baited breath as Natasha crawled towards him, a pleased look crossed his face and slowly he began to relax. It seemed Natasha was very good at taking orders from him. "You heard me." He muttered until she dragged her long wet tongue over the soft but hot flesh of his cock. "Your lips were the first thing I noticed about you. I knew you were good at sucking cock..." He moaned under his breath while his eyes wandered down to look at her.

"I wanna cum on your tits Natasha. Then I want to fuck you till you can't move." He admitted while he pet her hair back past her ears and held her red locks behind her head. "Do it, make me cum you sexy little freak."

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"You want me to waste cum?" Natasha's soft voice asked as she looked up at him from her place. She was enjoying this a bit too much, the fact he was loosening up and actually talking dirty made her smile as she nipped at his skin. "Here I thought you wanted more than just my mouth." She teased gently as she sucked on the head for a moment before bobbing in his lap for a few seconds her moans sending tingles through his cock as she massages his thighs.

"I will make you cum just not on my breasts Steve. I want to drink it. I want it all." She purred before she maintained eye contact and deep throated his cock. It would have been a difficult task for other women but for one who didn't have a gag reflex she was fine as she bobbed her head in his lap sucking and licking all that she could.

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"Maybe I just want to see it run between your breasts so you have to scoop it up and lick your fingers clean." He responded to her soft question. Soon though his body tensed up and he went silent, between her head bobbing in his lap and her moans sending vibrations through him, the lump that formed in his throat wasn't anything shocking.

Steve barely managed to keep eye contact as the red head in his lap deep throated him like it wasn't an issue at all. He had never had a blow job from someone who wanted to suck it, let alone someone as skilled as Natasha before and it showed as she worked him over like a hooker with a virgin. "Natasha... I'm not gonna make it..." He whispered through hitched breaths and moans.

Weakly his body fell back and he landed on the bed hard as rope after thick rope of cum erupted from his balls, out of his cock and into Natasha's mouth. Steve nearly howled from the orgasm that rippled through his body, struggling to not twitch while she sucked him off.

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Natasha smirked as she continued to work his cock her eyes not once straying from his wanting him to be aware she might have been dying for this moment to happen. She moaned her approval as as kept going giving him the best of what she was trained to do. Rarely had the redhead been able to just enjoy a moment, at least with her previous handlers, and this one this one was all hers.

The sound of his breath hitching and the way he fell back only encouraged her to do more and she was rewarded with the hot seed spilling into her mouth. Her satisfied moan filled the air as she sucked him dry and licked his cock clean leaving it coated with saliva before she slid up his body. The bits of his seed she hadn't been able to swallow fast enough had leaked out the side and she lay contently on top of him licking it off her fingers.

"It's far too good to waste." She teased as she looked at him with a smile as she straddled his waist not to ride his cock but just so she could look at his face. That sensations her felt in her chest made her heart beat faster and suddenly she was well aware of what it was even if she had grown accustomed to saying it was for children. She kissed his jaw, then his neck, and began making her way back to his lips wanting to please herself with the small trial of marks on his skin.

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Steve smiled wide and his eyes lit up like a Christmas tree at the feeling of Natasha's warm mouth and tongue sucking him nearly completely dry and licking his shaft clean. _God she can work a cock..._ He thought to himself without ever speaking a word. Soon his hands found her hips when she started to climb up his body like a serpent. His grip was strong, yet gentle as if he were allowing her to move from his tool. "God damn you're sexy..." He muttered while she licked her fingers clean of his cum.

Carefully he pushed himself up on his forearms while she looked down at him. The moment their lips locked, Steve smiled against her full lips and smacked her ass hard with his left hand, just enough to make her flesh sting before he possessively gripped her rear with his rough calloused fingers. His right hand took a firm hold of his shaft and guided it into Natasha's sopping wet folds.

Reluctantly Steve broke the kiss to ask a simple question. "So, you never did tell me how you like it. Rough, slow? Fast, gentle?" But deep down he knew the answer, the simple biting of her neck told him everything he needed to know when she was pushed up against the wall.

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Steve enjoyed a task she actually enjoyed but only performed once before, prior to many changes in her life she had done it to her former love before he was ripped away from her causing her to defect. She only hoped that this, Steve being hers would last. "It seems you enjoyed it then." She teased with a sensual purr as she finished cleaning her digits. The look in her eyes seemed to sparkle with something she always teased not to feel, Love. "You taste wonderfully by the way..." she added as she finished smacking her lips.

The kiss she initiated grew more intense with each passing second as she pressed herself closer wanting to make as much contact with his warm skin as possible. The excited moan that tore from her lips and spilled into his mouth was a response to the sharp smack of his hand on her ass. It surprised her in all the right ways as she smirked against his lips. The possessive way Steve managed to grab her ass made her moan in pleasure as the crimson haired assassin shut her eyes tightly savoring the sensation.

Her eyes fluttered open at his question as she chewed on her own lip in thought. "I just want you buried inside of me..." she reasoned softly knowing he would know just how to make her scream his name in ecstasy at the top of her lungs. Just the thought alone made her lick her lips as she waited for him to choose his next move.

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"Natasha... always the mystery." He teased while she licked her lips, the sensual sight would be stuck in his head for days, if not weeks to come. Steve smirked for but a moment before he suddenly placed his hand on her back and rolled Natasha over to lay on the bed while he came to stand. The man managed to keep himself buried inside her but slid his hands down the sides of her body until he had gripped her thighs.

Steve looked Natasha up and down for a long moment then pulled out of her at a sharp angle, sure to rub his length along her clit while he pulled out of her then without a second between pulling out of her he forced himself back into her deeply. He was ready to take her in every way, but wanted to get her used to his girth and length first, more so however he wanted to make sure he wouldn't blow fast like a chump... being frozen for that long would do that to you.

Slow at first, Steve started to rock his hips back and fourth, gradually picking up the pace while watching Natasha, is breath coming in quicker and quicker until he was at a good steady pace, rocking the bed under Natasha back and fourth with each thrust of his hips while he teased the cluster of nerves deep inside her with the head of his cock.

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His teasing caused her to reciprocate with a smile of her own. Natasha's tight cunt stretched around the thick shaft and slid slowly down the full length, every glorious inch was soon buried within her as she did her best not to make a single sound as if waiting for him to resume his teasing. The master spy knew she was baiting him wanting him to claim his prize that had been idly waiting for him to take what was rightfully his. Her body was clearly made for a super solider.

The fact her tactics had to change were evident as he pulled her off his member. The glare very visible in her emerald orbs as if given the option to kill him danced momentarily in her head, he had left her empty a sensation she dreaded and despised. It was when he rubbed himself against her the relief hit her system as she audibly moaned loudly at the touch, then as he impaled her small frame on his cock wrapping him tightly in her velvety walls.

"Fuck!" The curse ripped from her mouth as he shifted their position and began to pound into her. Her breasts bouncing with every thrust into her body as she continued to moan louder in sheer pleasure as he grazed her g-spot over and over again causing her body to slowly wind itself up. Her hands balling the sheets on their temporary bed as the bed springs groaned in their displeasure of being forced to their limits.

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That was what he wanted, to hear the single word that Natasha spilled. It wasn't enough for him though and while the bed started to quake under her Steve felt his mouth dry out. Quickly he pulled out of her and rolled the beauty onto her chest. Quickly he forced Natasha on her hands and knees on the bed, gripped her by the side and pulled her back against him, sliding his cock deep into her cunt, digging up into her.

"Natasha, I had no idea you had such a dirty mouth. I like it when you scream for me." He grumbled while one of his hands snaked up the front of her body and grasped her neck. He squeezed her flesh firmly then lifted her body so that her back was pressed to his chest as he worked his body against her flesh. His hips pushed against her rear, shoving his cock up into her so that her entire body had to rise and fall with each pump.

His teeth clamped down on her bare shoulder, biting hard on her flesh until his teeth left a mark on her skin. Deeply he growled and sucked on her flesh, his eyes watching her chest move with each of his hard thrusts, trying to make her fall over the edge faster than she might expect.

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Sweet Steve, if only he knew just how much she censored what came out of her mouth around him. Natasha Romanov has a mouth on her and despite its use for pleasing his cock she cursed up a storm around others. Clint had called her on it plethora of times before when she visited him and his family, he even joked about it saying it was one of the ways she advertised her affections towards the devilishly handsome man beating her pussy.

She whined her displeasure as he pulled out again making her contemplate threatening him as a means of deterrent. The fact he took her from behind and commented about her dirty mouth made her smirk as she felt herself tighten around him purposely using her muscles. "You think a few damn sweat words are dirty?" She purred enjoying the way he hit home as she cried out in pleasure. "I wanted your cock for years. I fucking earned it for being so damn patient." She cooed out.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Steve! I'm getting close... fuck please Steve I want you... I need you to fucking cum..." she panted out as he hammered into her repetitively and when he bit down on her shoulder she screamed, the sheer mind numbing pleasure flooded her system as she felt her body clamp around him like a vice as she cane around his cock. The muscles contracting in valiant efforts to milk him dry as her moan slowly lost its volume as she rode the wave.

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"You could have had it whenever you wanted, if you were willing to just go for it. I was frozen, not dead. I see how beautiful you are." He muttered. Steve loved the way she started to swear, panting between each of his hard pounds when suddenly she screamed out, her cunt clamping around his shaft like a vice, making Steve release her shoulder so he could grunt with sexual pain, something he didn't know he enjoyed till that very moment. "Fucking hell..."

He stood no chance of resisting her demand to cum, especially when she clamped around him. Feeling his sac drain, more cum spewed from the head of his cock to fill Natasha, leaving Steve with a built up sheen of fresh sweat from the simple act. He knew he had came more in her pussy than he had her mouth just by the feeling of their mixed fluids around his cock.

Slowly Steve pulled out of her, feeling sore but happy, he flopped on the bed next to her, laying on his side while gazing at Natasha happily. "Black Widow indeed..." He joked while reaching out to brush a few strands of red hair from her face.

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She had opted not to respond to his words as he pushed her closer and closer to the edge. Her eyes squeezed tight as he bounced her off his cock hitting that sweet bundle of nerves repeatedly until she surrendered everything to him. The sound of his pained grunt only caused her to quiver a bit more as she suddenly lost all the energy in her and collapsed forward on the bed. The white hot seed flooding her core as she gripped the sheets to survive the ride of a lifetime. "Stark is a fucking liar..."

She panted out breathlessly as she felt him pull out leaving the gooey mess behind in his wake as she tried to stabilize her breathing from the erratic state it currently was in. Her body glistened just as much as his if not more as her muscles burned all over from the Wild session of love making they had just concluded. Her eyes met his as she felt the flush coat her cheeks as he looked at her.

He really did see her. She smiled seductively despite the soreness in her muscles as she rolled her eyes at his comment before reaching for a pillow and swatting him in the face with it despite the Sweet gesture he had performed. "Steve... keep that shit up and I might do worse..." she teased before discarding her weapon in favor to move closer and kiss his lips. "I... I love you..."


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Tucker Craft didn't tend to actually shoot too often. It wasn't that he didn't enjoy the work, of course---what was there not to enjoy about being paid to have sex with people?---but he just tended to be too busy these days. He'd shot a little when he first moved out, just something to do to pay the bills, and found himself spending more and more time chatting, troubleshooting, and pitching ideas at the shoots he did for the shoots for the then-fledgling Spitfire Productions. They'd offered him a job in production and he'd been with them ever since, doing a combination of writing, casting, and other planning and consulting on set. He liked shooting, but it made more sense for him to have his finger in half a dozen pots rather than spend time filming one video himself.

This series, though... it was different. This would only be the third video in the "Real Live Spitfires" series, pitched to the consumers as real encounters that just happened to be professionally filmed. That was fiction, of course, and anyone with half a brain knew it---laws about who could be in and distribute adult material were strict and clear, and understandably so, so it would've been impossible to legally get someone totally unsuspecting into one of the company's shoots, much less the extra out-there stuff in these videos. Still, people had been impressed with the first two shoots---it didn't, they agreed, even seem like there was acting going on. It felt real.

That was because, while it was fiction, it wasn't quite as fictitious as people would think. The production company cast applicants who signed a contract for a virtually no-limits shoot, yes---he'd picked Dani Andrews from the pool of applicants himself after watching a half-dozen interviews---but things... weren't always as they appeared. Which was why, instead of waiting for Dani at the office address she'd been instructed to arrive at early on a Friday afternoon, he waited in a cabin in the woods she'd pass en route. In jeans and a deep gray sweater, nestled in what looked like a cozy weekend getaway filled with hidden cameras inside and out, he didn't look like a porn producer at all... but that was exactly what he was. A producer waiting to film a project so high-stakes he was stepping in to do it himself. Assuming, of course, that the rental car they'd arranged for their unsuspecting talent ran out of gas where they expected it to, somewhere within less than a mile of the only dwelling anywhere near the road.

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"Oh, goddamn, no," Dani moaned loudly, speaking only to herself. Her face, lit by the neon of the dashboard and nothing else, not a single streetlight in sight, was despondent, with a bit of panic around the eyes. She pulled the steering wheel to the right as the engine cut out, barely getting the car onto the shoulder. She looked at the fuel gauge, and of course it read empty. it had read empty when she'd gotten the rental but the guy at the counter had insisted the gauge was just broken, not to worry, the tank was full.

"Doesn't seem fucking full," Dani muttered to herself. She tried starting the car several more times, but nothing, of course. She knew the tank was empty, she'd had this experience before. But that time she'd had an old boyfriend with her who went on foot to get gas. And that time it had been daylight, on a busy street. This was pitch black night, and Dani hadn't seen a gas station forever, taking this stupid backwoods road the directions had sent her on. Last sign of life she'd seen was a mailbox she'd passed just before the engine started making that crazy sound.

Her clutch in her hand, Dani locked the car and carefully began to walk back down the road, using the flashlight from her phone to make sure she didn't catch a heel in the dirt. Of course no signal out this far. Hopefully the house she'd passed had internet, if not a landline. But what good would it do, was anything actually open at night in a place like this? She took it one cautious step at a time, the blonde eyeing the dark woods with worry. Every crack of a branch made her heart flutter. She eventually reached the driveway she'd passed, a small light like a lantern hanging over the mailbox. Thankfully, there was a light on in the cabin at the end of the driveway. She hadn't even brought a jacket, and walking in the night air in her halter top, skinny jeans, and heeled sandals was not pleasant. Heading to the front door, she worried briefly about a psycho, but chose that over the psychos in the woods. Knocking lightly on the door, she clutched her phone in one hand and her bag in the other.

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The cameras picked Dani up as soon as she stepped on the path to the cabin, and Tucker knew the b-roll folks would be going to get shots of the abandoned car for context and setting. The young woman was pretty and, he was pleased to see, had dressed appropriately for the job---dressy, but not too dressy, in clothes that showed off her figure without making her seem "easy." Even when you were literally being paid to have sex with someone, it wasn't a good idea to show up on the first day dressed like you'd have sex with anyone. Problematic, yes, but true.

The lighting of the shots was a problem---it was damned dark out here, thanks to daylight savings time ending and the lack of ambient light from the city, so her cell phone was like a beacon in the dark. The front porch light was bright, though, so the cameras could pick up more of her as she got closer to it. He'd pocketed his phone when she approached the clearing in which the cabin was located, sitting himself down in the parlor with a book, knowing that they'd need the moment of his interruption. He was only a few sentences in when the knock at the door came, and he carefully bookmarked his book before walking to the door, opening it.

"Hello?" Tucker called as the door swung open, then looked down to the pretty blonde on his porch. "Hey," he said, apparently surprised to see a stranger on his porch. "May I help you with something?"

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The extent of Dani's hopes was that whoever answered the door didn't look immediately dangerous. She expected some grizzled survivor type, maybe an old couple retired to the woods. Therefore, the unseen cameras had a long moment to focus on her look of surprise--her face had always been a bit of an open book. When she finally recovered from her shock at the young, very attractive, man standing in the doorway she shook her head and offered him a friendly, hopefully disarming smile.

"I'm sorry, you probably moved here just so you didn't get weird knocks on your door," she offered. "But my car just broke down--well, ran out of gas I think--and it seems this is the only place around here. No cell, but I was hoping maybe you had a landline, or internet, and I could see if there was a gas station open?" She gave him her most hopeful, charming smile, the sort of thing that had gotten her into and out of a lot of situations in her life. The world of porn had beckoned to her in part because she was very familiar with using her looks and her body and anything else to get what she wanted. It was too easy to bother with the harder ways.

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Tucker's smile was easy and genuine at her comment, then faded as she continued speaking. "I'm sorry, that's really rough," he said, stepping back and holding the door open.

"Come on in. I don't have a gas can here, unfortunately---I really should, this happens more often than you'd think---but you can definitely use my phone to call someone once I get it working. I don't get service out here, either, and I usually try to unplug when I'm out here, but I do have internet for just such occasions. I just have to hook up the router," he explained.

They'd come into a small foyer, and he turned to open a coat closet, digging for the router, apparently. "So, where are you headed?" he asked, tone friendly.

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Dani surprised herself with the sigh of relief that came out of her when the man at the door simply allowed her in, welcomed her, and then went to work trying to find her a solution. She hadn't realized how tense she'd been standing at the door, not knowing what her next step might be. Now she stepped inside, closing the door behind her, with an easy walk, glancing around perfunctorily at the place as she stood behind the fellow.

"Oh god, thank you so much. The stupid rental company promised me the tank was full, I am so pissed." She kept turning her phone on, checking it, only to see nothing had changed and turning it off. "I'm---I'm heading to Pomona," she said, the casual, natural question suddenly tripping her up as she realized how little she wanted to be asked about this. She sure wasn't going to tell some dude, 'hey, I'm about to go shoot my first porn.' She hadn't told anyone, feeling somehow like it would be easier to admit once it was over. There was somehow something better about having shot a porn than about deciding to shoot one.

"What's a guy like you do out here in the middle of nowhere without internet?" Dani asked, actually intrigued once she'd calmed down enough to think about it. "Are you a writer or something?" She honestly could not think of another reason a sane, attractive, young guy would sit out here in the woods. "Or like an artist?"

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"I hate that," Tucker empathized, shaking his head. "I've never tried to rent a car that something didn't end up going wrong---the price is always more than you think, or there's a body in the trunk, it's just a pain," he said, tone even, though his smile indicated that he was joking.

He raised his eyebrows. "Pomona, huh? I have a friend who works for a film company with a studio out there," he said, not looking at her as he pushed things aside in the closet. "Do you have friends or family out there who could come grab you if it isn't the gas?" He emerged, holding up a cardboard box with "Router---Cabin" written on it in all capitals, like it belonged to someone who had so many router boxes hanging around they needed to label each specifically. He shrugged.

"Something like that. I work in the film industry---a little bit of screen writing, a little bit of coffee fetching, you know how it goes," he said with an easy smile. "Unless, of course, you don't, and you're the only other person in a 200 mile radius who isn't an actor. I like coming out here from time to time just to clear my head and get some work done without the temptations of Facebook or the news or whatever."

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Dani felt herself getting nervous every time he mentioned film studios or acting. She didn't know a damn person in Pomona outside of whoever she's corresponded with for this contract. For all she knew the town was nothing but porn studios, in which case she looked like a real ho right now. And he was right that practically everyone she knew thought they were going to get into the film business, but Dani had never been so ambitious. She wanted to get by, but not drag her ass to auditions every day, moan and groan like those friends.

"I have friends who fetch coffee like you," Dani said with a smile. "But no, I have no interest in acting. Didn't even know there was a studio out there. I'm just heading there for, uh, a job application," she added, looking nervous. "An interview, I mean. Nothing exciting, just probably fetching coffee for some tech business." She really hoped he stopped pushing that, as she suddenly could not even think of the name of a single business, and certainly not one out there.

"I'm from back in Baker. So, I guess someone can come get me, but hopefully it won't come to that." Dani tried to figure out what kind of story she could give a friend, or god forbid her mom, about why she was out here. She turned away from Tucker, glancing absently around the house, just hoping he could rig up this router and get her out of here. Not that he wasn't cute to look at, but she just felt nervous.

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It was a struggle not to laugh at her. If Tucker hadn't known what she was headed out for, she would've seemed evasive, or maybe just flighty---who didn't know what kind of job they were applying for?---but knowing exactly which job she was driving towards made the lies seem all the more flimsy.

He leaned back against the counter. "Maybe you're interviewing to operate that big-ass Ferris wheel they have out there," he suggested, teasing a little. He watched her look around his house, trying to decide how to play this. There needed to be some transition---he didn't want to just grab her and force things. It would've been within the realms of her contract, but that lacked a certain finesse. Instead, he grinned at her.

"C'mon, what are you going to interview for? You have to know. For all I know you're out there to audition to be a hitman, and my phone services will make me an accessory to your crimes. I feel like that's a risk I ought to know about, don't you?"

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"Hah, yeah, that would be a decent job. Sit around and pull a lever," Dani answered with a warm smile, hoping to put all that chat behind them. When he put down the box and started to ask her about her interview again though, she realized she just had to deal with this, somehow or another.

"I don't think I'd make a very good hitman," she laughed, giving him a bit of a flirty smile. It was just to buy some time to think. He obviously could tell she was being evasive about it, so it wouldn't work to keep making up lies. She'd have to give him something close to the mark.

"Okay, so it's just that I'm going to audition for this modeling job," she said, giving Tucker a squeamish smile. "It's just kind of embarrassing because I've never done that, and I know I'm not really model material or anything. I've been trying not to tell anyone, because I know nothing will probably come of it and then they'll be asking me all about it. But I figured what the heck, it was just one day, right?" Dani had talked herself right into the lie, feeling quite confident now and she looked around for some place to sit and wait for the fella to fix up his connection. Assuming that this would be enough to get him off the case. Tossing her hair with a shake of her head, she added, "I don't really know anything about the place, or what an audition is even like, so I'm a little nervous. That's especially why I hated breaking down, sitting here worrying about being late." She gave a self-deprecating laugh, hoping he'd now take pity on her and hurry her on her way.

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"I worked at a theme park once," Tucker admitted. "It was pretty awful, but I was on the little kids' rides---I'm sure a Ferris Wheel would be much easier." "That sounds like something a really great hitman would say," he teased. She was cute, he noted, especially when she smiled. The kitchen was small, cozy, with the countertop dividing it from the eating area and living room they'd walked through from the foyer. He nodded.

"Sure---it never hurts to try," he agreed gamely, turning to face her while the router "booted up," a meaningless sequence of lights. "Yeah, sorry, this thing takes a little bit. I'm happy to give you some tips on auditioning, though each company's different. Who did you say you were working with?" he questioned, tone casual.

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Dani eyed the router, willing it to stop blinking and just work, damn it. The last thing she wanted to do was to invent some details about modeling all night. She wondered why exactly he thought he could help her audition, and considered asking him why he knew so much about modeling, but decided not to. The last thing she needed was to turn things frosty between them. She needed his help, and besides he was good looking enough to be a model, so maybe it was just that.

"Spitfire," she answered, giving the real name of the production company she was contracted with. She didn't dare name something that was an actual modeling company because he'd probably have a best friend there. And she'd seen enough movies where people lamely try to invent a name on the spot. The idea that this guy would know some obscure porn company was ridiculous, and even if he did it's not like it wasn't a common sounding name. "I guess that's what it's called, but it's no big deal. Just going to forget about it for a while. Can I get a drink of water or something?" she asked, hoping she had effectively shifted topics.

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Tucker's grin when she finally mentioned the production company's name was genuine, his eyes sparkling. There was the in. He responded to her request, opening a cabinet and pulling out a glass, making sure the door towards her opened so she couldn't see in. The cabinet wasn't actually outfitted to live in---dishware was an irrelevant and therefore unnecessary expense---but there were a few cups in there, because hydration was important. The refrigerator had water and ice in the door, and he filled the cup.

"Spitfire..." he said slowly, as if mulling it over. He walked over to Dani, handing her the water and then leaning on the counter near her. "That's a porn company." His eyes glinted in amusement. "You're auditioning for an adult film---you are an actor."

His expression was more than a little amused. "Why'd you lie about your job... I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name." He knew it, of course---he'd processed her contract---but she didn't know that.

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The hidden cameras undoubtedly caught the look on Dani's face, a deer in the headlights moment times three. Her mouth moved several times without any words emerging, her hand reaching out to take the water automatically. "Dani," she finally said, also automatically, several seconds passing before her brain chastised her that she should have given a fake name.

"It's not my job," she protested, finding something she felt she could answer. She supposed she should be happy he's smiling and not looking disgusted, but neither was really what she was hoping for in this moment. "I've never done it before, I'm not an actress or anything. Like I said, I just am giving it a try." It seemed pointless to spin more stories for this man, who was too keen to know the truth, and too discerning as well.

"But how did you even know that?" she asked. She didn't know how big a name Spitfire was in the porn world anyway, but she wanted to paint him with some of the same he was painting her with. "You watch so much you know the production companies?"

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"Nice to meet you, Dani," Tucker responded conventionally, amused that she'd answered him so quickly and honestly. He'd had the impression from the little communication they'd had that she was basically a good girl---well bred and so forth---and it was pleasing to find that he'd been right.

He laughed at her answer---the truth, he knew---shaking his head. "A case of the lady protesting too much, I think," he teased. He shrugged at the question, not even having the grace to look embarrassed.

"Only the good companies," he responded cheekily. "That's a pretty big fish for your first time out. You must be pretty special." He folded his arms, posture easy as he leaned back against the counter. "How about a sneak preview?"

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"No, that's not it," Dani protested, "nothing special about me. Not like I know the difference, it's just something I saw. I'd never thought about it before, or even knew where to look. I had no idea if they were some big deal or something." Dani had retreated her position. Instead of worrying about him thinking of her as some porn actress, now she was just trying to be clear she wasn't some big time porn actress. At least not an ambitious one.

When he asked his next question, Dani scowled and stepped back before catching herself. She supposed it was a natural joke to make given the topic. It's why she'd wanted to avoid it entirely. "Yeah, I don't think so," she answered, summoning up a fake smile and laugh. Glancing over at the router she attempted to shift the conversation back. "Do you think it's up now? I just need to google a towing company." She gave him what she hoped was a charming smile, hoping they would just paper over the awkward conversation and move on.

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Tucker's expression was amused as he watched the woman try to dig her way out of the hole in which she'd found herself. He didn't actually know how she'd come to reach out to Spitfire, whether it had been a calculated move or simply a stroke of luck. It didn't particularly matter now. "Well, they were at least interested enough to invite you out. Must be something about you to warrant the attention," he pointed out.

Her reaction to his request wasn't unexpected, though it was a little disappointing---the fantasy of the porn actress who was willing to play with anyone was an alluring one and their audience would have enjoyed it, but since this wasn't scripted, it would have been unlikely. There were still options; he'd try a few tactics and, if necessary, a little force. It was, after all, covered in the contract.

He glanced at the router, then pulled a phone out of a drawer and powered it on. "We'll see. Hopefully." He put it on the counter as it cycled on. "C'mon. You won't be as nervous for your meeting or casting or whatever if you've had some practice beforehand," he suggested.

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Dani glanced at Tucker, surprised to see that he was still pushing the issue,but supposing that she shouldn't be. This was a guy's dream come true, wasn't it, to come face to face with a porn star, or at least a wannabe porn star. Despite her embarrassment at being outed, Dani found herself smiling a bit at the attention. She had always had her share of male attention, but she was realizing it felt a bit different to be a walking male fantasy.

"I think I've had practice enough," Dani chided, this time a bit more friendly though. Even teasing. She glanced over at Tucker, wondering again why such a young good looking guy was out here in the woods. "It's like riding a bicycle, right, I'm not likely to get rusty." She gave a silly laugh and scratched her neck, fidgeting. At least he wasn't acting too weird about the situation. Clearly the guy was a porn fan, she figured.


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Anthony watched her blush and could see her tentativeness even now. He was in control of the situation and was enjoying making her blush and whimper. He wondered how shy she was, he wondered how submissive she was. This is not how he expected the day to go at all, he had thought she would be the one in control of his day. He wanted to hear ask for more.

He slid his cock in another inch before pulling out so just the head was in side her tight sex. His eyes focused on her, staring. He slid in slowly just an inch or two, teasing her, knowing he was torturing her a bit. His fingers continuing to caress and dig into her silky soft thighs. One hand then sliding up from her thigh over her stomach to cup her breast. As he slid out again just holding his cock head inside her.

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As he started to move again, Cassie thought this was it, he was done torturing her, even though it was exquisite. But he only move a little and then withdrew, and when he slid forward again it was slow and not all the way, before he withdrew again. She was left with the need to squirm again. She watched his hand slid from her thigh up over her stomach and cup her breast.

She bit her lip as he paused right there, just holding her breast with the tip of his cock nestled inside her. No one had ever played with her like this, made her want to beg as the tension continued to rise, but no relief in sight. She was no near close to climax, but she felt as if she was being held on the edge.  At her job she was always calm and in control, she knew what she was doing. With Anthony. Well she had no idea what she was doing, bidding on him and been spur of the moment. She could almost say she had lost her senses when she had seen him going up onto the stage. Even for his 'chores' for the day she hadn't really known what to give him to do. She certainly hadn't expected becoming intimate with him, even if it was her wildest fantasy. And she most certainly hadn't expected him to toy with her in such a manner that she would feel this sense that she had lost all control.

When she really couldn't take much more she pleaded "Anthony, please." she did squirm now trying to take him deeper inside her. "I can't take much any more."

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Anthony loved watching her, hearing her, he knew his teasing was driving her crazy. That's what he wanted though. He wanted to push her to the edge till she couldn't take anymore of his teasing, till she erupted begging or grabbing and taking what she wanted. He was starting to sense though that she wasn't the kind of girl to take. He liked how she was letting him tease her.

"Take much more of what?" He toyed with her, not moving yet. He brought his hand from her breast to her chin, forcing her to look from their sexes up to his face. Making her look at him. "What is it you want Cassie? where all alone, no need to be shy, tell me what you really need..." He said with a wicked smile on his face.

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There he went again, making her voice what she wanted when it was pretty obvious what she wanted. And then he forced her eyes to meet his, her entire body blushed as she stared into his eyes. The wicked smile on his lips, just made the whole thing more delicious and torturous. Not only was having her wildest fantasy fulfilled a turn on, but his teasing and forcing her to voice her needs was an even bigger turn on. Something she'd never would have thought would be until now.

Cassie swallowed, twice, before she managed to get out "I want you to make love to me." There she'd said it. She wanted him to stop teasing her and just take her. To send her to a place of pure bliss.

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Seeing her blush made Anthony's smile grow even further, he took joy in making her blush, making her beg. He watched her struggle to speak, until she got out the words, still it wasn't what he wanted to hear. She said she wanted to be made love to, but she wanted more than that, he knew it. He wanted more too, he wanted her inner animal to come out, not this sweet part of her. He wanted to fuck her, to give her the best fuck of her life, and before the day was out he intended to.

He slid in slowly, letting his cock slide all the way into her sex again, filling her slowly. His hands still on her body as he fucked her slowly, sliding out and then back in. Looking into her eyes and then leaning in, kissing her softly, sweetly, his lips pressing to hers, pressing hard to hers. His hand on her cheek, holding her head still. Sliding in and out of her hot wet sex, his cock rock hard inside her. Breaking the kiss, asking softly, sweetly. "So this is what you want... this is what you like sweetie?"

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A soft moan slipped from Cassie's lips as he finally slid all the way inside her. Her body adapting around him. This was what she wanted, well it was what she thought she wanted but his slow thrusts and gentle little kisses, although pleasant, just weren't hitting the spot. Cassie didn't know why. His teasing had been so arousing, it was what she had always wanted, but she felt as if it wasn't enough. There was something missing and she couldn't quite put her finger on what it was.

Then he spoke again and everything fell into place. This is what she usually liked, this was what her couplings were usually like. She'd always envisaged being with Anthony would be different, it would be more exciting, and it had been up until this point. Cassie wanted the excitement back.

Her eyes met his, and of course she continued to blush when she realized she was going to have to tell him what it was that she needed to get the excitement back. She shook her head in response to his question. "No..." she paused for heart beat before she added "I want you... to go faster."

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Anthony gripped her tightly in his hands, one on her waist, the other grabbing at her breast, then moving to her back. He was in total control of the moment, of her, he knew it and enjoyed it. He watched as her eyes met his, he wasn't shy though he didn't look away. He could tell everything he was making her do was making her blush. She was shy, but she was obviously enjoying this, wanting this and more. He listened as she stated she wanted more, but that wasn't going to be enough this time, he wanted more from her. He wanted her to ask, no beg. He slid into her holding himself deep in her hot sex, he could feel it pulsing around his hard shaft.

"Faster?" He asked questioningly, teasingly, leaning in to nip at her lips softly. Grinding himself into her as he did, then moving his lips to her ear. "how fast...? what do you really need Cassie?" He asked in a whisper. As he slid out and slowly back in, continuing to fuck her slowly, to tease her.

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Burying himself deep inside her once again then grinding against her as he repeated the words, Cassie thought this time he was going to relent and give her what she wanted. He didn't. He continued to torment her with the slow rhythm that made her squirm. She felt electrified, her skin was tingling, her pulse was racing, but it wasn't enough. She was on edge, but wasn't going to go any time soon at this pace.

"Anthony please." she whimpered. He wasn't going to make her say the F word was he? It was so unladylike, and Cassie didn't swear at the best of time, not the conventional phrases anyway. The torture was getting to her and she was tempted to give in and just say it to get this over with. She knew that this wasn't going to be a meaningful relationship, that by the end of it he would walk away leaving her with a fantasy fulfilled. A living fantasy she could pull out whenever she needed to.

He was doing this deliberately, she knew that, she could see the amused look in his eyes as he watched her. She could also see that was loving having this power over her, that he could make her feel this way, that he had this control over her. The impulsive nature that had her bid on him in the first place reared its head, throwing caution to the wind. Which was why as her whole body turned beet red before she uttered the words "Fuck me hard."

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He was enjoying this immensely, enjoying teasing Cassie, it was obvious she wasn't used to this. She wasn't used to vocalizing what she wanted, she was so shy. He loved hearing her whimpered words, he loved hearing her use his name. He already knew he was giving her the best fucking she had in ages. He watched her body turn beet red as she asked to be fucked hard. He had already decided he wasn't going to give her what she wanted that easily. He wanted to show her what need really felt like, he wanted to make her lose control.

Anthony continued slowly, fucking her slowly, deep and slow, sinking every inch of his hard cock into her. His hands running over her body over her thighs, her waist, grabbing at her breast. His left hand reaching for her neck, pulling her closer to him, his lips brushing against her ear. whispering, "Hard, that's what you need babe? a good hard fucking?" He asked as he continued his steady but slow pace. His hands grabbing rougher. Pinching and pulling on her nipple. Nipping at her ear.

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Telling him what she wanted still didn't produce the results she wanted. Anthony continued his slow, torturous thrusts that had Cassie aroused in a way she'd never been before, but not enough to give her any release from the need thrumming through her body. How he could stand it she had no idea, as surely he was feeling this crazy need as well.

His hands roamed over her body, heightening the need, as he pulled her close to whisper into her ear. "Yes!" she responded to him. That's exactly what she wanted, what she needed. She gasped and arched her back when he pinched her nipple, not to get away from him but pushing her breast more firmly into his hand. Her hands continued to roam over his chest and shoulders, touching him gently "Please Anthony, I do think I can take much more of this." she pleaded with him.

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"Can't take much more of this, then should I stop?" Anthony whispered teasingly into her ear, knowing all to well that's the last thing she wanted. He continued to nibble on her ear as his hands held her tightly. cupping at her breast, grabbing at her waist, holding her firmly in his grasp. He pushed into her filling her sex, pushing in slowly knowing it would driver her crazy.

When he had come here today he thought for once he would be following directions, taking orders, he was surprised and amused at how quickly that had changed. He was in control now, total control.

He grinding into her, letting her feel his full girth inside of her sex. Nipping at her neck, at her ear, then whispering, " I'll give you what you want, I'll fuck you hard right now... right here, right against the counter IF. If then I get you. On your bed, if I get to do what I WANT to you. on your bed."

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"No!" Cassie hissed. That was the very last thing she wanted him to do. Stopping now would be even more torturous than the slow thrusts he was doing right now. Valerie must have been out of her mind to let him go. Her sisters lose however was her gain. She was completely out of her comfort zone now, her previous lovers had never been this commanding in their love making, nor had they taken this amount of time to drive her crazy. She had to marvel at Anthony's restraint and endurance, that he was still going like this. Later, when she was alone again, she would be able to think about this area of being completely out of control. She had no idea how to reign it back in again.

A moan slipped from her hips as he ground against her and when he whispered what exactly he intended she couldn't help whimpering. Her mind racing along with her heart as she tried to picture what it was he could possibly want to do to her in bed. She really didn't mull it over for long, she could hardly concentrate on anything other than the need to orgasm now, or she was going to go insane. "Anthony please," she pleaded "Anything."

It was incoherent, but she was giving him permission to do what he wanted with her later, but for now she just wanted to explode.

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Anthony loved hearing her hiss and groan, knowing what he was doing to her. Knowing he had her so excited. He knew how to toy with her, he had done this to her sister many times. He knew she would say what he wanted, he knew she would agree to anything right now. So he wasn't surprised to hear those words slip through her lips. Pleading with him for more, for release.

He slid out of her quickly, suddenly, leaving her sex empty. His hands grabbing at her waist and pulling her from the counter. He could easily man handle her, pulling her from her perch, spinning her around to face the counter. Pushing her to lean against it. He slapped at her ass playfully with one hand. As he guided his cock back to her sex, between her ass cheeks. Pressing his cock head back into her, slapping her ass a second time.

"C'mon Cassie, let me really hear you... don't be so shy... let me hear you scream it. It's just us in here anyways isn't it... don't be so shy" He spoke confidently, slapping her ass again, just before he slammed into her hard, filling her with every inch of his cock. Sliding out of her slowly only to slam into her hard again....

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The grumble of protest when he pulled out was lost in a yelp as he grabbed her waist and pulled her from the counter. Her feet barely hit the floor before he spun her around and pushed her forward a little so her ass was in the air. As the light sting on her ass cheek Cassie gasped, her legs seeming to part in response. She shuddered and moaned in glee when she felt him probing at her entrance once again.

_Scream what?_ She was a little confused whether her wanted her to scream out allowed that she wanted to climax and that he could do anything to her, or if she was meant to scream as she climaxed.

She grunted as he slammed into her, she braced herself against the counter pushing back at him as his hips hit off her ass. The slow withdrawal had her grumbling again only for the gasp to increase in volume slightly as he slammed into her again. The hard and slow thrusts were just as frustrating as he his teasing thrusts. "Please I really need to..." she cried out each time he slammed into her and then she was climaxing. It wasn't a scream but his name did ring out around the room as she was hit with the wave of release.

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Anthony was a little upset that she didn't scream the words she said previously, he wanted to hear her screaming her submission. But her body told him everything he needed to know. He wasn't surprised by her grumbled protest, her grunts her the way her body reacted to his hard deep thrusts. What did surprise him was how quickly her body erupted. It was only 4 thrusts before she climaxed, her body shaking and spasming in his hands and around his cock. He was buried inside her feeling her grinding back against him as she thrashed and climaxed. Her scream ringing in the room. He was still rock hard deep in her as she started to regain her breath.

He slipped his arms around her body, holding her tightly, one hand around her waist, the other reaching up and cupping one of her breasts. "someone really needed that, huh Cassie?" He whispered before nipping at her ear. "and to think I was just getting started" He spoke with a little wiggle, reminder her his hard cock was still buried in her.

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As before, even though Cassie had climaxed, it still didn't feel like it was enough. Perhaps it was because even though she had come twice, Anthony still hadn't come yet. She wondered if he was a machine as he made sure she was aware of just how hard he still was buried deep inside her. "Yes, I did." she panted in response to his first question. Yes she had desperately needed that.

She pushed back against him though, her hips and her breast into his hand. She knew what she wanted, but their time together so far had taught her one thing, even if her body told him what she wanted he wouldn't give her it until she asked for it. Even if it made her blush. "Don't stop." she said. It wasn't a whisper, nor was it a scream, but it was said with determination and confidence. She wanted to feel him driving into her again, she wanted to feel him come inside her.

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Anthony could tell she was becoming more relaxed with him as she was beginning to speak freely and truthfully. He could tell that she had needed it but he liked hearing her admit it openly. He also knew that he was unleashing her desire and he was curious what that may lead to.

He felt her try to push back against him, even though he was already completely buried inside her holding her tightly in his strong arms, there was no where for her to go. He couldn't see her blush as she told him not to stop, he heard the tone in her voice, she wasn't asking but she wasn't commanding either. She was becoming more confident. She was just telling him what she wanted.

"Oh Cassie, you need more, want more?" He spoke teasingly, nipping at her ear. "don't worry you'll get more... I'm far from done with you, but we are going to move to the bedroom like YOU promised me." He wondered if she even remembered what she had promised him just a few minutes earlier... "Why don't you lead the darlin'?"

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_Oh yes she wanted more!_ Anthony had awaken something Cassie hadn't even realized had been dormant, inside of her. Something that needed to be explored to see what it was, and somehow she also knew that he was the one to help her with this discovery. She shivered as he nipped at her ear once again, making her wriggle against him.

Her eyes widened when he reminded her of her promise. She hadn't forgotten. How could she, when she had agreed to let him do anything he wanted with her if he let her climax as her need had been so great. All sorts of naughty and delicious ideas of what could possibly do to her once they were in the bedroom ran through her mind. He may have awoken her desires, but that didn't mean that as her imagination ran wild, she didn't blush with her naughty thoughts. Oh no, Cassie was still very much herself in some ways.

As for leading the way, she really didn't want to. Mainly because she quite liked the feeling of leaning over the counter top with Anthony buried deep inside of her. Going to the bedroom would mean they would have to disconnect, even if it was only for a brief time. However, curiosity of what he could possibly have planned for them once they were in the bedroom, got the better of her and she pushed herself up from the counter and then reluctantly moved so he slowly slipped out of her. Feeling a little bashful about her nudity, as well as what they were about it do, she gave him a shy little look before she took his hand and with a slight tug led him towards her bedroom.

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He could feel her wiggle in his arms as he teased her, even though he held her tightly. Anthony liked feeling her body wiggle against him. He knew she really wasn't trying to get free, and even if she was he knew he was stronger than her. He wondered what she was thinking, if she really knew what he had in mind. He wondered if she would protest or agree to follow through on her promise. He knew she hadn't been thinking straight when she agreed, but he didn't care.

He felt her move slowly, pushing from the counter, pushing against him, then he felt her slowly slipping away from him. He felt himself slipping out of her. He couldn't help but smile, and admire her. He could tell she was nervous, he saw her shy red bashful face. He let her take his hand and lead the way. He could feel the electricity in the air, between them. He followed her towards the bedroom. Wondering who the last man was who she had let into her room. He stopped at the doorway and let his hand slip from hers.

"I want two things." He spoke calmly, softly, but commandingly "Get me a scarf... and your dildo. Or is it a vibrator you own?" He watched her for her reaction, as he stood there waiting.

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When he let go of her hand a the bedroom door, Cassie slowly turned around to see what was wrong. Then he said he wanted two things and she wondered if he was going lay down some rules or something from the tone of his voice. And then he told her what he actually wanted. Her eyes widened as she contemplated admitting to owning either devices and just exactly what did he plan on doing with a scarf.

Her heart started to hammer in her chest and her breathing became a little labored as she turned back into the room. By now her entire body was a permanent blush so he wouldn't notice if she was blushing again or not. She walked over to the wardrobe and opened the door to get a silk scarf from the hanger. Closing the door she hesitated briefly, sliding a little look in Anthony's direction before she then walked over to her dresser. Pulling open one of the drawers she slid her hand underneath all the clothing and to the back of the drawer before pulling out the pink and white vibrator.

Standing in the middle of the bedroom floor she asked "What do you want these for?"