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Alice nearly inhaled her wine at the suggestion of a first date. Cassie was bold, which sat particularly well with Alice. "First date? I... actually, that sounds amazing. Yes, please! While I don't have a wok, I can make sure the appropriate items are ready for your arrival. Also," she added with a slightly more composed smile. "it's nice to know I'm not the only one who can take charge when the situation calls for it."

Her face softened when Cassie talked about looking after her mother, there were a lot of past tenses in what Cassie said, and Alice was eager to avoid stumbling into painful topics. "It's good that you could look after your mum like that. I've relatives with similar experiences and, yeah, they were all happy that they could be there for their loved one when it mattered."

Cassie's guess as to her origins brought enough of a smile out of her that it almost hid the cloud that followed her train of thought. "Hah, thank you. Actually, I'm Australian, but my childhood was a little on the... upwardly socially mobile side of things. It turns out that if you take a Melbournian accent and file the harsher edges off with a private school education," Alice leaned a little more into the accent, adjusting her pose a little and pushing the poshness envelope, as it were. "One sounds like one is from the home counties of Dear Old Blighty. Also," Alice relaxed both the pose and accent. "thanks to watching UK television from an early age, I feel like I can fake most British accents from London to the Highlands."

The next part required some more wine to compose. "The offer Premier made was... enough, and well timed, I'd kind of found myself..." Alice's head bobbed around potential phrasings. "at a social loose end, and I'm not much in contact with my family. The applications that they run at Premier were developed in Australia, and my last job was an almost identical setup, so the folks here were eager to sign me up. That said, since I came here I learned that it was more of a managerial role. I keep the medical staff and executives from choosing what work my team does." Alice added with a wry grin. "If you want to see me change into a domme, wait until a doctor decides he wants one of my team to perform a security breach for their convenience. I swear I'll make HIPAA into a safeword."

She giggled and took another slice of one of the hard cheeses. "Speaking of, first daring question of the night. How did you find yourself getting into our... mutual interest?" Alice already knew between the wingback chairs and the space between them and the nearest patrons there was no chance of them being overheard but she enjoyed a little of the secret society obliqueness.

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Cassie clucked her tongue in mock, smiling disapproval. "Keep up, love," she chided. "I'll bring my own wok. After discovering that I kind of really like stir-frying, I went out and bought my own. Carbon steel and it's just starting to get seasoned. A good wok is a lot like a fine cast iron steel pan. It's beautiful and you can pass it on to your kids. Or beat them with it when they annoy you." She held up her hands in a palms-out, defensive gesture. "I heard it from a comedian! Don't at me!"

It was a little surprising to learn that Alice was an Aussie. Not the least of which was because she had given halfway serious consideration to relocating to that portion of the world herself. It was a long story, and she wasn't entirely sure she wanted to go into it, especially since it was a non-story of a thing that didn't happen. Now that she was listening, and the over-the-top caricature that Alice shared with her, she could hear traces of the accent she'd come to know and love when she'd visited Sydney, Melbourne, and Perth.

"God bless the Beeb," she said. She took in a breath, shifted her jaw from left to right, and came out speaking in a somewhat plausible Scouse accent. "Aussies are boss then, innit? And you're here on yer bill? s'alright then." As if speaking that way was physically painful, she dropped out of the head voice she'd used to push the accent and giggled again. "I may have worn out my TV remote watching things on the Brit Box subscription I pay for."

Talk turned to Alice's work with the medical organization, and it had Cassie nodding along. She was one of those doctors, but she was a junior doctor in her practice and consequently commanded exactly zero respect and authority, and she had no weight to throw around. The nurse practitioners mouthed off to her, a fact that never failed to bemuse her.

"Oh, I absolutely do want to see you change into a domme," Cassie remarked and then quirked a golden brow up. She had a challenging expression on her face. One that said, ''yes. I just brought that up in a semi-public place without lowering my voice. What are you going to do about it?''

"But I refuse to use HIPAA as a safeword. Bananas. Look out for bananas." She drank her beer and leaned in, acknowledging that they were now talking about even more private stuff, and close proximity and lowered voices were appropriate. "The same way a lot of people did, I expect. I was a kid who had the Internet growing up. Sometimes when I was looking for videos of girls doing stuff together... and it was always girls I was interested in... they would tie each other up. Or spank each other. Or do other things that confused me. I was precocious and bright and I figured out that there were words to describe what I was seeing and what they were doing. Bondage. Discipline. Sadomasochism. Domination. Submission. The entire alphabet. And I read it wasn't weird, or strange or freakish. It was just people being people doing things that they liked. And after letting it simmer and stew and learning about myself, I realized 'yes. This is me. I'm like this.' I'll have what she's having but with nipple clamps. How about you? Precocious kid with the Internet? Brave partner? Independent re-discovery?"

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Alice was already giggling at the unusual application for woks, but the accent produced a proper, unguarded cackle. "Ach, weel, ye'll aye hae sumdy tae watch BritBox wi." Alice's Scots accent was... passable, so long as you didn't try to pin her down to a specific end of Scotland, it seemed. "BritBox feeds my 'cosy' addiction. Give me a quaint British town with predictable characters and a statistically improbable murder rate and I'm happy."

There it was again, the ever present danger of inhaling her drink. "but with nipple clamps" was just too apt a phrase for Alice not to enjoy it.

"Actually, I can trace my start to a particular moment." Alice shifted in her seat, recrossing her legs as she took another piece of cheese. "I was a geeky, gamer in my mid-late teens, I was kind of vacillating between horror and fascination when my particular fantasies popped up. Online research confirmed that while my fantasies weren't common, I was at least not alone, which helped me be more comfortable with them. Anyhow, during a family holiday on the coast, I was a little grumpy that I was away from my roleplaying group for two weeks. My family was down at the beach. I think my parents had had enough of my pouting about getting sunburned and let me wander around town for a while. I went into a thrift store and there I discovered a pair of red leather ankle boots. Lace up, 5-inch heels, padlocked ankle strap. My parents would have exploded if they knew I'd bought the boots and they kind of remained hidden in my bedroom until I moved out for university. But I think that it was around that time where I actually started experimenting with self-bondage and I kind of moved from being uncomfortable with what I was into and started working on accepting myself and learning more about BDSM."

"I still have them, funnily enough, they've been worn a fair amount but let's just say they've seen very little sunlight since I bought them. Once I'd moved out of home, I felt like I was free to explore properly. I joined the local BDSM group, went to workshops, found people to play with, spent an inordinate amount of money on toys and clothing that I'd only wear in a scene, they kind of became a significant chunk of my social life for several years. Speaking of, is there much of a scene here? I'll confess in moving here it was something I hadn't really considered or researched."

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Cassie put a hand on her upper chest like she was a society woman receiving a shocking bit of news. "Please tell me you like Agatha Christie, and by extension Murder, She Wrote," she said. "Because if so, you and I can be cosy buddies. We can watch old murder mysteries set in idyllic little towns, be they across the pond or in New England. My absolute favorite is the closed-circle type. The cast, the suspects, really, are trapped in one place, a murder happens, and they can't get out. There was one episode of Murder, She Wrote, where Jessica is riding a bus from Maine to Portland in a terrible storm, the bridge gets washed out, and they're trapped in this little roadside diner. One of the passengers on the bus is discovered dead and the atmosphere is just amazing between the strangers on the bus and the constant rain and thunder. It had Rue McClanahan and Larry Linville as guest stars and yes my spirit animal actually is an 80-year-old woman. My mom and I watched a lot of her favorite shows after her diagnosis."

Alice's story about finding her magical pair of bondage boots, a kinky Cinderella story if Cassie had ever heard one, had her grinning. "You don't look the beach-going type," she commended. "You look to me as if you'd burn to a crisp before you'd tan. I'm the same way. I never go swimming on the beaches anymore, but if I ever do I have a suit that covers me from knee to wrist and everything in between. And I still might wear a hat and a comical zinc mask on my nose."

The talk turned to the local scene and Cassie shook her head sadly. "There's almost no one in town," she said. "If you go on to the fetish friend finder site you'll see like six people, four of them inactive for five years or more. And the other two are weirdos, and you'll probably get propositioned by them. The next biggest scene is in Sandpoint," she said, naming a town forty minutes or so away by car. "They do a social meet and greet on first and third Thursdays at a local bar. Watlersville and Layfette have actual, thriving scenes with lots of potential play partners, but they're an hour away at best and, I'll be completely honest. I can't be asked to drive that far. So I don't think you're going to get much mileage out of your toy collection.." she grinned, raising her eyebrows. "Except on me."

"Welcome to rural life, Alice," she concluded, raising her beer for an ironic toast and finishing it after. "Want me to stand you for the next round or would you rather I switch to water since I'll have to drive myself home from yours, if nothing else? If you want to take that test drive, maybe we should both switch to water."

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"OK, so this is even better, I've seen a few episodes of Murder, She Wrote, so there's a whole bunch of stuff I haven't seen yet. I've gotten to the point where I can name actors in other films and name the episode they're in. It gave the game away once for one actor in a completely different series, I knew he was the murderer because he's always a ne'er do well in Agatha Christies. So, yes, if you can introduce me to um.." Alice had to think for a moment. "Cabot Cove! I will have to show you Grantchester or the Father Brown series."

Alice grinned at the idea of the two of them going to the beach. "You are so correct, I got sunburned twice on that trip, in spite of my best efforts, so these days if I'm in a coastal town it's more likely to be to visit a bar with a great view of the coast. Actually, for a hot minute I had considered the beach an excuse to wear neoprene wetsuits, but it kind of fell flat when I realized everyone would assume I knew how to surf or... jetski or something. No I'm much more likely to be with you on the beach, under a big hat and a larger umbrella and avoiding being quite so obviously flammable."

Listening to the lay of the land of the kinksters locally, Alice gave an accepting smile and shrug, putting her empty glass on the table besides the almost empty plate, which slowed to a pause when Cassie finished speaking. Alice's grin matched Cassie's. "Oh, daring. I like daring. We will have to talk about that." Alice paused for a moment, the idea was clearly something she'd be thinking about at length. "As for the social scene, so it goes. To be honest, I'm not eager to jump back into that sort of thing again the way I have done. Not immediately at any rate. That said, it's nice to know if there's something hiding under your nose or, as rural life appears to dictate, anything beyond the ordinary implies a half-hour drive minimum."

"Speaking of, it might be best if we head off, I've got an early meeting with the facility heads tomorrow which is about as fun as it sounds" Alice made underwhelming jazz hands at the idea. "I'm happy to test drive if you're happy with that too."

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Before leaving, there was only one other matter to settle. The bill. Rather than doing the math or asking the waitress for two checks, Cassie retrieved a large, silver dollar from her wallet and proposed flipping it, the loser paying the tab. She had a smile on her face as Alice called her daring. She'd been called that before... and she'd been called clever and tricky and brattish as well. Not without good reason... unless Alice insisted on flipping the coin herself, Cassie was quite adept at rigging a coin toss and would palm it in such a way as to lose the flip intentionally. She was also a fair hand with card tricks...

The bill paid, Cassie handed over the keys without a second's hesitation. The two women were of similar enough build that Alice shouldn't need to adjust seats and mirrors all that much, but all the same, Cassie showed her how to make the required adjustments, but aside from that was content to let the drive back happen in silence but for the lounge jazz music she had playing on the satellite radio. Figuring out a new car, at night, in the country was enough to occupy someone's attention without adding the distraction of side conversation.

The neighborhood adjacent to the fitness center and hospital complex was familiar to Cassie, as she drove through here now and then when going about town. In the islands beneath the street lights, it had a strange and disconnected look, and she wasn't entirely sure she knew where she was when Alice turned off on her street.

When the car came to a stop, Cassie turned in her seat, the muted green light of the dash panel profiling her face with a neon half-mask on the side facing the console. She was smiling, coyly, and leaning in again like she had back at the restaurant for intimacy. "This was a lot of fun. And because you said you liked me daring, I'm going to dare some more. Would you be interested in dinner sometime? Not a new friends dinner. But a date dinner. If you're not quite ready to meet my wok... then what would you say to lunch on Friday? I have a half day at the office so I'm free after 1:00. We can grab a bite, window shop in town, and if we're still feeling it, come back to either yours or mine for drinks after?"

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Alice smirked as she and Cassie left the Lazy Fox, not having had a good view of it landing on Cassie's hand, a part of her wanted to believe there was something off about that coin toss. Then again, she had won. She dismissed the thought and swore that she would get the next round when she was in a position to do so. The car was of a sort that reminded Alice that some cars were actually nice to drive. It was still a little odd driving on the 'other' side of the car, but she was already partially acclimated, having driven a rental from the airport. All the same, the conditions meant she was grateful that Cassie had the empathy to understand her conversational skills tapered off while she was driving. Driving an unfamiliar car late at night in the unlit countryside on the wrong side of the road seemed an inopportune time to do anything but impress Cassie with her sensible driving skills.

A satisfied grin appeared on Alice's lips as she pulled up in front of the modest terrace apartment she now called home. The grin was partially because she managed to make it home without a sudden brake, accidental speeding or wide corner. She was also pleased because in the darkness she was semi-certain she'd lost her way twice, but had still managed to find home without asking for directions. That said, she was grateful for having driven past the gym, without which she may have found herself in trouble.

Parked, Alice matched Cassie, leaning closer to her as she spoke. Her fingertips went over the back of Cassie's hands and her smile broadened as Cassie made her suggestion. "Actually, that sounds amazing. Tomorrow may be a late one for me so getting out early on Friday for a date sounds perfect. Now," Alice leaned a little further forward, their faces intimately close. Her voice dropped to a slightly husky whisper, Alice's fingers curling around Cassie's hands. "thank you for the lift, I want you to promise me you'll take care getting home. Also, just to dispel any concerns about 'feeling it'". She closed the rest of the distance, her lips tentatively brushing Cassie's, inviting more if she wanted it.

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Unaware of the geographical crisis the drive home inspired, Cassie was none the wiser. For the confident ease she projected, Cassie would have sworn the drive from the pub to her home was one the dark-haired woman understood a dozen times a week. She smiled as her gesture was mirrored. Pop psychology had taught her that mirroring the body language of your conversational partner implied intimacy. And intimacy was exactly the response she was hoping for.

"Wow," Cassie said when Alice told her to get home safely. "We've only had drinks together once and you're assuming a paternalistic, caretaker role. I like it. I really really do. When we get to the negotiation scene we'll have to talk about whether or not you're OK being called Mommy or something like that. Because dommy-mommy/little roleplay is something I am into and happily willing to participate in."

She looked down. Alice was holding her hand. The rush of heat to her cheeks, the flutter in her stomach was a familiar sensation for all it had been a long time since she'd felt it. She looked up, just in time to see Alice leaning in and kissing her, oh so gently.

Ahhh! she exclaimed mentally. She's kissing me! She's kissing me! She's kissing me! Her shock was not the unpleasant sort. And the rush of sensations that flowed from it was a hundred times more intense than the little tickle of hand holding. Cassie returned the kiss eagerly, turning the grazing touch into a firm press, and bringing the hand not engaged in the now tight grip on Alice's to caress the other woman's face. Her fingertips were a gentle glide over cheek and jaw, and Cassie absolutely loved how soft Alice's skin was, how warm and pliant to her firmer pressing.

"Hi," she said in a husky whisper when the kiss ended. Her eyes were shining, and her lips were too after she licked them, tasting the lingering tartness of the wine. "I am so fucking glad I advertised with the necklace. Best thirty bucks anyone has ever spent."


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Mary saw Evan's stern expression crack slightly into a small pleased grin, and she felt her heart pound with excitement. He was pleased with her. Even the concept was such a rush. She felt her own grin stretch out towards her ears, feeling completely unable to contain it. The news that he wasn't done with her only made her eyes widen and her excitement increase. Her heart pounding as she stared up at her Master.

She noticed him taking in her posture, and corrected herself a bit, realizing that she had indeed drifted slightly out of the form he had taught her. Her expression fell a bit as worry that she had not held the position satisfactorily crept into her mind. In the end, however, he pronounced her to be ''Excellent.'' And she beamed again, feeling joyful and alive with the praise.

Mary felt her eyes pulled to Evan's as he stared down at her, the gaze was so intense, it felt entirely inescapable. "Y-Yes Master." She sputtered out. But he was not done, he trailed a finger down her chest, making her shiver involuntarily, telling her to ask her master for this release.

She took a deep breath as she stared into the eyes that were now only an inch or two away from her own, he could surely feel her breath now, it was almost certain that he had heard it for a few minutes now, as her heart pounded away in her chest. "Please, Master" She said, with all of the stability that she could muster. "Please don't let this night end yet. There's so much that I still want to explore. This... this has been a lot already, and very intense, yes but... I've loved every moment of it. I've felt completely at your mercy, owned and controlled. But during that time you have shown me no disrespect and made me feel wonderful for choosing to follow and accepting your commands. It's been... it's been better than I've been imagining."

Mary took another deep breath and continued, desperately wanting to look away from Evan's intense stare, but finding it impossible. "I would like to try some rope play. Please tie me up, Master. I want to feel your control even more directly than I have already. Please take away my ability to disobey. I want to feel owned completely, and you've already done that amazingly well. I am yours Master. Completely."

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The smile split into a more genuine one now as she asked for this, begged for this even. Simply irresistible, it wasn't just that she was new and eager to jump into this life, she just had the natural bent that drove him up a wall. Not even Stacy had been so willing to go this far all at once. Evan needed to calm down a bit and make sure Mary was cared for though, never to forget the responsibility of what he was doing, that her enjoyment was in his hands and he needed to make sure that it went well so he could have her again. It was already well and truly past the idea that this was to be once, he needed to make sure this became a regular thing. Maybe she'd earn that collar for life. Ugh no, no no no. Evan reminded himself that he didn't like Mary, he might even HATE Mary but... did he? All too confusing and it was practically impossible to leave all of the day to day drama at the door.

"Then the night doesn't end. It's that easy Mary, but if it does become too much, you know our safe word. And of course you should feel owned, you ARE owned." there's that impish grin again and he felt his pride swell as she stroked his ego, she certainly had a way of pushing his buttons and it was becoming more difficult to hide his arousal when she begged him to tie her up. As she proclaimed her complete submission to him. It felt like winning in all the best ways, and the pleasure washed over him as he imagined what their night would bring.

"Since you've asked so nicely and been so good this evening... you'll get your wish." He rummaged in one of the drawers in the alcove, drawing out a long red silk rope, spooling it around his hands as he walked back to her, kneeling down behind her and placing his hands on her hips, straightening her posture for him. A hand grasped hers, drawing them both behind her back and weaving the rope in-between them, quickly binding them to each other, tight but not so to feel painful. "We'll keep your clothes on this evening but should we do this again... I think clothes off will be next. I'm going to draw this rope all around your body, to bind you. To take away any avenue for you to defy me. Your body will be my plaything tonight Mary, I will twist you to my satisfaction and in that you will find your release as well."

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A bright smile of pure joy spread across Mary's face when Evan told her that the night would not end. She nodded with understanding as he instructed her to use their safe word if it became too much, and her smile only grew wider as he reinforced that she was owned, a blush lighting up her cheeks. Now that she was back in the alcove with just Evan and herself, it felt so easy to simply do as she was told and let all of her fears and worries drift away. All she needed to do was obey and please her Master. Making him smile, seeing the bulge in his pants twitch slightly when she begged him in just the right way. It was intoxicating. She wanted to make him happier, she wanted more of his praise. She needed him to tell her that she was a good girl. But somehow, the need wasn't demanding, she was certain that as long as she obeyed, her mind was content to shut off, to calm down and quiet itself. She had no worries about who she was with, or what this might mean tomorrow, or the day after, or the day after that. That could wait.

Her smile stayed as Evan informed her that she would get her wish. She felt his touch and let him guide her. She felt the rope touch her hands, and closed her eyes, trying to pay attention to the cool, soft silk on her skin. She felt her hands wrapped together. She only vaguely heard Evan... her Master, tell her that they should do this with her clothes off next time. It wasn't something that they were doing right then, so she agreed. "Yes, Master."

The way he described what he was doing, what it would do to her, taking away even the possibility of defiance, having her as his plaything, twisting her to his satisfaction, all sounded too wonderful to comprehend, and a moan slipped from Mary's lips. "Yyyyyyes. Yes, Master! Yes! I am yours, your plaything. I'm entirely at your mercy."

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It was almost too easy, but that didn't mean it wasn't supremely enjoyable to help her experience this, to watch her completely give herself over to her submission, her true self becoming apparent once the ropes bound her wrists. Once Evan had secured her wrists he gave them a soft tug, just enough to ensure she was bound, but never to cause her any harm. She'd laid her boundaries and he would ensure they were respected. Kissing the nape of her neck he teased the end of the rope on her skin, lightly dusting the skin exposed on her arms before looping it around her, working knots into it as he secured around each of her breasts and then back around her neck and waist to secure it. Now with a tug he could stretch and tighten her but he wasn't quite finished, no not yet.

"You're doing well, very well. Just give yourself to it Mary, there's no shame in this, only pleasure for the both of us. You've become my plaything and through this, we'll both achieve our deepest desires. Me to own, you to be well and fully owned. You are at my mercy and yet trust that it will only be good for you, only allowing me to unlock the greatest rush of pleasure." He accentuated the last few words by tugging the the end of the rope, causing the entire binding to squeeze her, to make it's presence fully known.

"Now I'm going to do your lower half, we're going to have you absolutely bound by the time we're done here." His tone was even, even comforting at times, but now the deep lust was more apparent as well, light, needful pants as he began to work another rope around her lower waist. eventually he'd bind the two together and completely tie her, but for now they were still separate as he weaved around her waist and began to work down her legs. He eased her forward onto her belly to make it easier to work, a hand greedily squeezing her buttocks as he coaxed her forward. He had to fight the urge to spank her but he managed to, there would be time for that another time. But seeing her like this made it all so very alluring to push her further but he knew he had to be careful with her, she was a precious possession after all.

Once he'd wrapped the rope around her ankles he began to lift them to reach her wrists, tying the two knots together and leaving her now and fully well bound. "You are now entirely at my mercy Mary. Not a hope for escape. But that's OK, your master will be taking very good care of you, because you are quite valuable to me. Most subs aren't as needy as you, but I know you need it in the pit of your soul to be like this. And that's OK too, because your submission is beautiful to me." He kissed her now, laying his lips over hers surprisingly gently as his hands tweaked the rope, letting it rub up against her body, to ensure she was quite fully tied.

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The firm tug on the rope binding her wrists sent a thrill through Mary's entire body. Her breath caught in her throat. She stared forwards into the distance, feeling the rope on her arms looping around her shoulders and then her breasts. The kiss at the nape of her neck made her want to melt into the floor, but the rope held her firm. She heard the praise, and the command to give herself to the pleasure. So she closed her eyes and obeyed. "Yes, Master." She murmured, letting go of any idea of control that she still held onto. She was at his Mercy. She had no choice. she felt his ropes, squeezing around her arms and chest all at once, it seemed impossible to have the pressure so evenly applied, but it was clear that Evan had a lot of experience with rope and using it to bind and to hold. Experience that he was now using not just for his own pleasure but hers as well.

Mary nodded gently as Evan informed her that he was going to bind her lower parts, making her completely helpless. He could do as he wished, she had no desire to fight him, and giving in to what he was doing just felt so good. His hands ran over her legs methodically as he wound the rope around them, she felt him grope the generous globe of her ass cheek, and a soft moan was pulled out of her lungs. There was a possessiveness in the touch, a greedy, lustful desire, but it was also gentle, and tender. He owned it, but he still valued it. She was meat but precious meat. Meat that he was gifting with such wonderful sensations.

Mary was rolled forwards onto her belly, and made no effort to resist or to help, she knew that all she could do was struggle or try to mess Evan up. But she didn't want to do that. Evan was showing her this wonderful world, where she could be completely free, unable to affect the world, and so not responsible for anything that was happening within it. Evan was in charge. It was his responsibility.

Her ankles were tied, then lifted to reach her wrists, completing the tie where it began. A full circle of rope ran from her wrists, down her arms, around her chest, down to her waist, then up her legs to her ankles, and then back around in an infinite spiral. He told her she was completely at his mercy. "Yes, Master." She breathed. "I Hope that I never feel like it's ever not okay." She whispered, shivering as her mind absorbed Evan's words. She frowned for a moment when he pointed out that most submissives weren't as needy as her, hoping that she hadn't asked for too much, that he wasn't annoyed with her neediness. But instead, he called it beautiful, making a blush light up Mary's cheeks.

Evan leaned in and kissed her, and Mary kissed back, surrendering her lips to him, just as the rest of her body was already completely surrendered. She wriggled slightly, pulling at the ropes, fighting against them, not to truly try to escape, but to feel how well they held her, and how helpless she was against them, how impossible escape was. Even though she was still completely clothed, Mary felt more naked and exposed than she was when she walked in. The rope highlighted her breasts and her crotch in evocative ways, inviting eyes, and emphasizing the flesh trapped within. But somehow, she was safer. She was fully in her Master's grasp. He had pledged to value her, and the looks of need on his face, how he had promised that she wouldn't be wearing clothes next time. He wanted to keep her. She wanted to be kept.

There needed to be a next time. And lost so deep in submission and rope, Mary didn't understand why that idea was so terrifying. So she let herself drift away from it. She was in her Master's ropes, completely at his mercy, all she could do was experience whatever he decided to do to her.

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After Evan finished with his work he looked down at her, a perfect teardrop of submissive pleasure bound from top to bottom and absolutely relishing her situation. Even after a lot of work few could let themselves so fully into sub space, she was certainly a special breed, primed for this and now in her truest element. While possessiveness and ownership had been a part of their play, Evan was having a great deal of difficulty separating play from reality at this point. He wanted to possess to her, to keep her in the bliss she found herself in for as long as he could. She made it quite difficult to focus and the hard on wasn't particularly helping things either, blood rushing down there and issuing it's own set of commands for his behavior. That was dangerous, right now this stood as a night of kinky pleasure, sure it would be awkward in the morning but it was something that could beloved beyond. Any further though and they'd be into territory that would create a bond between them.

Didn't he want that though? He hadn't expected this but it was... enticing to say the least. He didn't want someone else training her, the very idea was rather insulting to him. He wanted to train her, to be the one to get to see her as she drifted further into this life and became the sub he knew she could be, what she would become in time. If someone else took her they could do damage to her, hurt her when she was at her most vulnerable. Of course he could convince himself that his desires were altruistic, it was for her protection, she was something that had to be cherished and kept safe so she could submit properly and be taken care of. But the back of his head was ready to remind him that it was also because watching her was so powerfully erotic to him that it took his breath away.

His hands made sure the ropes were well secured, strong but sensitive tugs and generous appraising of her flesh. Tight enough to prevent easy escape, but not so tight as to rub the skin raw, it was an art to be sure, one that Mary was getting the benefit of a lot of trial and error that her dom had put in for years. "Now you're fully here, fully in my possession. Even your movement is made only by my decisions." The words were punctuated with a cup of her chin and a light kiss on her lips. "But theres still further we will go. I will always keep you safe though, you are always safe in my hands Mary." He stood up and grabbed a blindfold, a thick black silk that he laid over her head like a crown, securing it against the back of her head.

"Now you're even deeper in my web Mary. You've done so well to get to this place, I've never seen someone do it so quickly. You're a very special girl Mary and I'm so happy I get to own you for tonight." The last part was... a bit of a downer. Tonight was all they'd agreed on and all the plans he was already brewing were one sided for all he knew. But a part of him knew if she'd gotten this far, this fast, that it wouldn't be long until she needed it again, and he needed to make sure that it was with him. Because as selfish as he could be in some ways, Evan wanted to keep her safe, to be able to see what she would bloom into. It was all too much for him though, and in a moment of weakness he made a fateful choice. He walked in front of her, breathing deeply. He needed to bind her to him, the idea of crossing that line was much hazier, much more appetizing now. Fingers slipping to his fly he unbuttoned and unzipped to reveal his member. He knew she couldn't see it but he wondered how much she could figure out.

Evan leaned forward towards her, offering it up to her but not forcing it on her. This would be the last test, she could say ''sandcastle'' and it would all end and they'd go back to the real world but if she kept going they'd have something between them that would impact their lives forever. Perhaps they already were too far to turn back anyway, but Evan couldn't help but want to be sure that they were, that this wonderful sub would be his, at least for a while longer. "You've done everything I've asked and more and now I give you the final reward. You may give your master his pleasure. You may coax it from me. And you'll know that your submission has left your master very pleased "

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Mary drifted through a dream, a dream of submission and rope. There was so much freedom in this. Counterintuitively, of course. It wasn't easy physically. Though the rope was soft and smooth, it rubbed and tugged at her body. It didn't have a bite or roughness to it that she would imagine would come from hemp or jute. It strained her muscles and flesh. She wasn't used to this kind of position and definitely wasn't used to staying in it for an extended period of time. She felt the stretch and pull as her body fought against her bindings without any conscious effort on her part. Her body was fighting to be free, which felt silly because she was free. Freer than she had been in a long time.

It was so quiet here. It wasn't, the music of the club, the sound of conversations and laughter, floated into the alcove unimpeded, filling the space with sound. But that was so far away. It felt quiet. It felt easy and relaxing. No choices, no decisions. The only tension was physical. All of the mental and social had melted away. And all that was left was her, and the rope, and her Master. Her Master. Mary sighed dreamily at the thought. She had wanted to become part of this scene for years but had never quite been brave enough to try. And now she had a Master. Her Master. It was just for tonight, though... with that thought came the threat of complexities, decisions, and scary, hard questions and feelings. Mary didn't want any of that. She wanted to enjoy the quiet. So she pushed it out. All there was, was tonight. The only time is now. The slight tension that had edged in melted out again.

Evan spoke, and his words were so wonderful. It was hard to listen, but Mary did. She wanted to please her Master. His words were so good. She was safe. She didn't need to have any worries. Her chin was cupped, and Evan took a kiss from her. One that she was happy to give, as a dreamy smile spread across her mouth. Mary stared up at Evan with soft adoration. A cool, smooth blindfold was brought down on her head like a crown, slipped down over her eyes, and secured. Master had taken her sight away. And with it missing, Mary only focused more deeply on the words, the sensation of the ropes, her submission, and how relaxed she felt. Evan's words floated in from far away. He was so nice, so sweet. He called her special and said that he was happy he got to own her. Mary blushed and smiled. She felt delighted to be owned. Being owned felt wonderful. Obeying felt so good.

Evan's voice went quiet, and he disappeared. She heard movement, a rustle of clothing, a zipper. And then... a silence. it lasted only a few seconds, but even seconds felt like an eternity. Was he just letting her revel in her helplessness, in his control? It was delicious. And a soft, easy smile spread across Mary's lips once more. But then Evan was talking again. He was rewarding her by... letting her give him pleasure? It sounded wonderful but... what did he mean? he told her it would let her know that she had made him very pleased but... what did he wasn't her to do? His voice was coming from directly in front of her, actually more above her than in front. Which meant that he was standing very close to her face, was he?

"Thank you, Master," Mary murmured, and then she felt it. Her breath hit something as she spoke. There was something directly in front of her lips... was it? She stuck her tongue out slowly, tentatively... and she found the head of Evan's cock. Everything clicked. He wanted her to give him a blowjob. It wasn't an order, though. It was a reward, permission. And that made Mary want it very badly. She wanted her reward for being a good girl.

With more confidence, Mary leaned forwards and kissed the head of Evan's cock, then leaned forwards more, wrapping her lips tightly around Evan's cock, and then bobbing back and forth on his sensitive rod. She kept leaning forwards more and more, wanting to get the best angle and leverages that she could to suck her Maser off properly. She licked the underside of Evan's cock, making sure to stop and tease the small spot where the glans met the shaft of his cock, licking and teasing it before diving back in on her Master's cock. With only her head free to move, mary used everything at her disposal to make her Master cum. She was breathing harder and harder around Evan's cock, and she began letting her breaths out in panting, needy moans with each thrust of her mouth, in a rhythmic, "mmmph, mmmph, mmmph, mmmph" She pushed forwards, trying to make Evan cum in her mouth and swallow it.

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Watching Mary descend into Subspace so fully was a treat, it made Evan feel a great deal of pride to see that he'd taken her to this place, to allow her the freedom to truly submit to him. Of course the fact that it was incredibly erotic was a nice treat for him as well. She took to it so well and in his more primal thoughts he would never allow her to enjoy this with anyone else, this was a treat for her master alone, and that was already decided to be him. Was it a bit arrogant to assume that only he was capable of drawing this reaction from her, that it was only him that deserved such a perfect and lovely sub? Yes, extremely so but in this moment he could no longer second guess himself, he was fully in his role, no longer playing a character, he was becoming it, in the same way she had now given herself fully over to her pleasures, he was now free to take his. He was HER master, and he was a greedy and possessive master in this moment, having found a rare and wondrous treasure that needed his protection and also his dominance.

As he was hanging in the air, he felt the light breeze on his member and felt something resembling fear for a moment as he watched Mary gauge the situation, perhaps he'd overstepped, pushed too far. She'd say Sand Castle, call him a pervert and walk out and he'd have to accept that. After an agonizing eternity of waiting for her to decide, he let out a gasp of rapturous pleasure when she decided to take her reward. He didn't like to order his subs to this part, it felt rather much especially for a first timer. And he found specifically with Mary he didn't WANT that, he wanted her to want for his pleasure the way he wanted for hers, and once he felt her tongue over his member all the tension melted away from him, the fear was banished, his sub had made her choice and made her master incredibly pleased.

Her limited ability to move but her intense desire to bring pleasure he watched as she put every free part of her body to work to try and coax him to orgasm. No, nobody but him would be allowed to have this, Evan did not share and he'd already decided at that point that the collar that rested around her neck... while it was just for tonight, he would endeavor to make sure it was eventually a permanent one. He could reconsider these decisions in the morning but in this pure moment between them, his body knew he would not accept anything less than that. The thought of guiding her and owning her was far too intoxicating. Once they had built up more trust his mind swam with the possibilities for their play. She fell so naturally into this role that it pushed every other thought right out of his head, she drew him deeper into his role, made it so easy for him to own her, she demanded no less and he desired nothing more than everything from her. She was, simply intoxicating to him, and it was a drug that quickly hooked him. And he was happy to allow himself to be, owning her felt like the most natural thing in the world.

He felt her hot and needy breaths on him as she struggled valiantly to coax his pleasure out of him. Leaning forward he wanted to make it easier on his sub, but also to heighten the intensity for himself. Words were difficult now, for once the dom was at a loss for words, letting out soft moans of pleasure as he felt her tongue wrapping around him. She wanted this badly, and he absolutely wanted to give it to her. "You're a rare treat Mary... I won't let anyone else have you." later he could chalk that up to dirty talk in the moment but it was so close to being true. His hands cradled her head, a finger running down her throat and slipping under her collar, tugging it and letting her feel it's presence as he tried to hang onto his orgasm. But she was far too ardent and would not be denied her reward and Evan could no longer hold back, letting out a deep groan of pent up delight as he finally released, pumping into her as he felt his seed pour into her waiting mouth. He hadn't expected to find this tonight, and with the most inconvenient person possible, but he couldn't deny it either, they had both fully given themselves to their roles and their needs this evening and both had left quite satisfied with the outcome.

Finally spent, he let his member slip out of her and he knelt beside her, beginning to provide the aftercare for the scene. He loosened her ropes, but did not entirely undo them, and pulled back the blindfold from her eyes. There was a lazy, eminently pleased smile plastered across his face, still in dom mode, but a very happy dom to be sure. He stroked her backside, sidling up to her and slowly slipping the ropes that had bound her. "You're safe here with me Mary. Thank you for showing me who you are." He liked providing this after a good scene, and would allow her the freedom to revel in his care if she so wished. "You may relax yourself, I've pushed your body quite a bit and you've done so well, but you need to be cared for too. Do you want me to hold you?" He asked, still loosening and untying her, letting the ropes run over her exposed skin as he worked the kinks out of the silk. "You did very well you know, I'm not just saying that."


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The Red Lion was a pub on Brick Lane, owned and operated by the Marlyeborne gang. With a mixture of Irish and Englishmen, they were an organized collective of men who peddled women, drugs, and arms, specifying in none specifically. They were ruthless towards their enemies and good for the neighborhoods they lived in.

Oliver Hunt, or Ollie, as some might be called, was a lieutenant and an enforcer. He loved to box, loved to argue, and usually had a gruff glare to give to everyone. While not the most refined Englishmen, he had a certain charm about him, was a favorite with the ladies, and carried himself with a swagged. His ego was untouchable, as was his jaw, looking shaped out of marble and always bearing a hint of intensity that aided him in some of his endeavors.

He sat in the Red Lion that night, a rare level of emptiness. People knew whose territory it was. Mostly the boys, women feeling bold, or wannabes came.

The pub was old school. Ollie sat in front of an old-styled oaken counter with a pint of ale in front of him. It took little to catch a man named Hunt's attention, but his dark eyes seemed to set about it. That night, he was a little tired, as he'd spent three hours in a gym, and it still showed in some of the black, sweat-slicked clothes he wore. A jagged appearance gave him an air of edginess, as if he was trouble wherever he went and the ground knew it.

Would anything interesting happen that night? He'd almost prefer someone roll up looking for a bruisin', as opposed to sitting in a bar lurking all night. He wasn't a good lurker. Always restless, even then, the hand that wasn't on the drink fiddled with the napkin in front of him, shaping and scrunching it up.

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To anyone watching, it would appear that the young woman who appeared suddenly in the doorway of the bar had merely stumbled across it. Known only to her and her direct supervisors, this was far from a chance meeting. Emma Payne had been coached through this exact scenario so many times that she could likely perform it in her sleep. She was at this specific bar for exactly one reason---and that reason was visible through the frosted-glass windows, sitting with his back to her at the bar.

In order to not draw suspicion to herself she was dressed like many of the women trickling in and out of the bar---a bit more scantily clad than she would have preferred in a short, black dress that clung tightly to her body, but edgy enough to catch and keep his attention. It was no coincidence that she was the one chosen out of the hundreds of other (more willing) agents. Years of intel had revealed exactly what Oliver Hunt found attractive in a woman, and unfortunately for her, she met many of those criteria.

Emma's hand trembled as she reached for the door handle, the only visible sign of the immense anxiety she was feeling. Not only was this her first undercover job but it was also one with the most at stake. If she was ever discovered she could be grievously injured or worse, disappeared and killed. There was a very real possibility she would never return to her family. Even in the best case scenario she would have to lay low for a few years after this job was completed so that the Marlyeborne gang couldn't track her or her family down. She knew what she was getting into and yet she was still seriously considering the penalty she would incur by backing out before the mission had even begun.

Then, before she could stop herself, she was turning the doorknob and pushing the door open. A rush of cool air hit her and she paused, taking in her surroundings and noting how few people seemed to be around. This was another thing that had been planned out prior to tonight. They wanted her to make her introduction on a night when he wasn't surrounded by his fellow gang members and, thus, more willing to speak to her. She wanted him to know she was there without making it blatantly obvious. Keeping her eyes fixed directly in front of her, Emma slid up to the bar, standing a few chairs away from Oliver Hunt. She wasn't much for beer but ordered herself a pint of who-knows-what before retreating to a booth in the back corner. She was partially hidden from view of the rest of the room but still in Hunt's direct line of sight if he looked over to his right. Then she waited.

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Ollie's eyes fell on her the moment she entered the room as if he was waiting. He was waiting. He didn't know what for before, but he knew what for then. Dark hair, unique eyes, and a tight little black dress that left the right amount of flesh revealed. They even seemed to know Ollie had a type for the pale-almost goth type. He wanted her. Needless to say, he was sitting one moment, and then the next, his feet hit the ground. Oliver had a very confident way of swaggering, shoulders back, feet wide apart, a powerful stance that might have offended some as being a little too free. At first, he came to the woman's side, taking a spot between her and the next stool. He was close enough to her side that a quick movement over and his arm would brush against hers.

The smell of his expensive cologne spotted the air, mixed with a little bit of sweat. Ollie had a core in the pit of his stomach when he saw her, a drive, a compulsion, a demand made by his body that he had to act on. But Ollie never acted exactly as his body commanded him or he would've slid his hand into hers and attempted to drag her out into an alley. Not that he'd never done anything in an alley before, but he had a little more class than that. An Englishman had to be suave.

"Two shots. Tequila." He said, and the bartender hurried up to act on his words. From where Ollie stood, the massive lotus on his neck was visible in the light, the sleeves of his arms full of so many tattoos it would be hard to discern. He didn't look at the woman, instead leaving her with a glimpse of his profile, a hard jaw, Adam's apple protruding. When the bartender returned with the drinks, Ollie looked from her to the bartender. He tapped her on the arm to catch her attention as if she wasn't already paying attention.

"For you, love." It seemed he adopted a softer tone, a little bit smooth. He sounded very relaxed, his blue eyes meeting hers as he spoke. He slid into the seat next to her, hesitation not a word in his fucking language. Once he sat, he turned the chair in her direction, his blue eyes on her profile and his hands a little too close for comfort but not exactly touching. He offered her a brilliant grin; teeth all white besides a few missing which almost had an endearing quality to them.

"I'm Oliver. Or Ollie. Or Fish." He allowed the words to hang, and then asked her a question himself. "And who are you?" He emphasized the word you. He tilted his head to the side, leaning as if he was trying to get a better glimpse of her.

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Emma could sense him approaching before she caught a glimpse of him from her periphery. His presence was overwhelming, though she wasn't sure whether it was merely due to his close physical proximity or from already knowing who he was and what he was capable of. Either way she played it cool, ignoring him in favor of addressing the bartender. She shifted slightly to the side and her arm brushed briefly against his, goosebumps popping up along the skin where she had touched him.

It wasn't until he ordered two tequila shots that Emma finally twisted to glance at him, her dark eyes questioning. She needed to stay in full control of her mental capacities if she didn't want to blow her mission. She studied his profile, eyes trailing from the curve of his jaw down to his broad chest and tattoo-covered arms, trying not to stare but finding it exceedingly hard. When the bartender returned with their shots and Oliver finally turned toward her her heart skipped a beat, a faint flush spreading over her cheeks.

Silently she accepted the shot, collecting it along with her pint of beer before heading for the empty table. Emma didn't have to look to know that he was following her. Her heart continued to pound as he took the seat next to her and turned the entirety of his attention on her, but outwardly she was calm and relaxed.

"Fish?" She questioned, conveniently ignoring his query to know her name. Emma lifted the shot glass to her lips and tossed it back, trying and failing to keep a completely straight face as the fiery taste hit her mouth. She had never been one for shots.

She turned to face him as well, her bare knees almost touching his. "I'm Emma." It was a calculated choice, telling him her real name, but it was a common enough name that it hopefully wouldn't raise any red flags. She mirrored his smile, taken in by his seeming charm despite her best efforts to remain aloof. "Cheers. To new friends." She lifted her glass to him, struck by how seemingly easy this all seemed so far. It was hard to imagine anything going wrong, even if she knew the real possibility that things would eventually go south.

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Something about the way she said nothing at first and then got up to move incited a rush in Oliver. He kept himself cal, and collected, but it was almost like a predator stalking after their prey. Did she want him to chase after her?

"Fish. A nickname. It's what the boys call me." Said mockingly at first, he'd adopted it as his own. The boxer ended up with nothing to prove in his life, even to his gang.

When she turned to look at him, her knees almost touching, Oliver moved closer so they did touch for a brief second. "Emma." He cheered with her, raising his glass to meet hers. "To new." As a man with a short attention span, he was fond of novelty. Things could go wrong. While she'd thought she studied as much as she could, she hadn't heard of his nickname! There were still a million different ways things could go wrong.

"Tell me about the old. Never seen you around." That was true. Would she think he was being suspicious or genuinely curious? "You know where you're at?" When he said the word you, it was very guttural, more like ya, his raising showing. He looked at her closely, eyes scanning. Due diligence never did him wrong. Part of him wanted to ignore it all and worry about nothing, but a stupid gangster was a gangster who didn't last long. It wouldn't take much persuasion thought. He didn't use his brain always.

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"The boys?" Emma inquired, arching an eyebrow. She already knew exactly who he was referring to, of course, but she was interested to hear how he would describe the others in the gang. "And are you going to tell me how you got the nickname? Or..." She leaned in, her voice dropping as she bit her bottom lip and gazed up at him through her lashes. "Are you going to make me guess?" Without waiting for him to answer she leaned back again, crossing her knees primly as she took another sip from her glass. She hated to admit it but the excitement and thrill of the chase was slowly replacing her nerves. She would have to be careful not to let her guard down, though.

Emma shrugged her shoulders as Oliver inquired as to where she was from, taking another long sip to give herself time to collect her thoughts. "I just moved here. Got a job at another bar down the way and thought I'd check out my new neighborhood---and my competition." She nodded jokingly at the bartender, who was studiously wiping down the surface of the bar.

She frowned as he asked her where she was at, a few different answers flitting through her head before she settled on one. She decided to play it safe and act like she had never heard of the gang, if he brought it up. "I'm at the Red Lion?" It was a statement but one that was phrased as more of a question. "At least, I think I am. Is there something I should know?"

Somehow she managed to keep her voice from trembling or breaking. There was nothing but blank confusion on her features as she studied his face, deigning ignorance. She didn't know whether her act was believable or not---she never was much of an actress---but she hoped fervently that he was buying it. Her life could depend on it.

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"Well, you know, the lads." She had to know, right? "Think I like to go fishing?" He gave her a playful grin, not backing down from his own words. Oliver could be a little teasing. When she leaned in real close, he leaned a little closer, dropping his face to look her in the eyes. "I like keeping people guessing, love." His eyes danced down to her lips, hovering there before he leaned back. He was just handsome enough to get away with it... but the way she looked at him, batting those pretty eyelashes, biting her lips, she had him more than he let on. The thrill came to him too, showed in the playful grin. Adrenaline was high on his list of priorities.

His eyes even hovered on her shoulders as she shrugged them. "Yea? What bar?" He'd been by most bars in the area. The way he asked, it sounded almost as if he'd be there in the future. The bartender was a man who most definitely would not compete with her in terms of looks. A small puffing noise came out of his lips, almost as if in disbelief. "Ain't no competition there..." He eyed her up and down as if to add emphasis to his point.

A guilty tug almost pulled at him as she frowned. Searching eyes tried to pinpoint whether he could believe her. It seemed he found his answer. "Not the safest part of town, ya know? A notorious clientele." Saying clientele sounded almost foreign in his guttural English accent. He looked around like he was looking for any of these dangerous people, absolutely so full of shit that it should have hurt. It didn't hurt him too much.

"I look like the type anyone wants to fuck with?" He made a show of tension in his muscles, which when done showed black clinging to iron. He finished his drink and then looked towards the bartender, who came moving to fill them both up with more of a drink.

"Think you found anything interesting scoping out the competition?" Either Ollie fished for a compliment, maybe that was why he called fish, or he wanted to hear her say it. The more he drank, the more likely it was he would be bold.

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Emma had to catch herself multiple times during their conversation, silently reminding herself that none of this was real, they weren't (and wouldn't ever be) actual friends, and the charm he was laying on was likely just to try to get into her pants. And yet, as the afternoon wore on and slowly transitioned into night, she found that the many assumptions she made about him didn't seem to be coming true. She allowed herself to admit a few small truths to him, enough to keep him from getting suspicious, the name of her new employer among those. ''The King's Crown.'' It wasn't as if he wouldn't find out soon enough. Her working there was no coincidence, either. The Red Lion was locked down much too tightly to infiltrate with wires and rats, but Oliver's gang didn't have any control over the King's Crown, leaving it more open to sabotage.

A shiver ran down her spine as Oliver described the clientele that frequented the area. She watched him closely to see if any small body movements gave him away but came away with nothing. He was good, she had to admit. "No. You certainly don't look like that." Emma forced a small laugh, unable to tear her eyes from the bulging muscles beneath the fabric of his shirt. It was an attractive sight, sure, but she was also picturing those arms grabbing her and dragging her away, helpless to fight back. No matter how intriguing she was growing to find him, she couldn't forget how dangerous he was.

"I think I might actually have a chance. I have certain... assets... he doesn't have." Emma gave a not-so-subtle glance down at her chest, surprising herself with how forward she was being. Perhaps she was laying it on a bit thick but judging by his reactions, her flirtation seemed to be working. The remainder of the night went smoothly. Some of Oliver's ''boys'' trickled in throughout the evening though they were shooed away almost immediately after a bit of playful banter. It seemed that he was just as interested in her as she was in him (professionally, of course). It was difficult to force herself to get up after finishing her last drink but somehow she managed to dodge any sleepover invitations and gracefully excused herself. Emma took a roundabout way home, her mind hazy but still alert enough to remind her how important it was that she wasn't discovered.

She had been worried that Oliver would lose interest. Rather than pressuring him and potentially making him suspicious by repeatedly showing up at the Red Lion, Emma focused on unpacking what little she had in her temporary apartment and spent whatever free time she had brushing up on mixed drinks. By the time her first shift at the pub came around she felt slightly more confident but still severely out of her league.

She kept watching the door, hoping to see him walk through, but was disappointed when her shift finally ended and she still hadn't seem him---only to literally run into him outside the door as she finished locking up for the night. "Hi," she said breathily, slipping her hands into the back pockets of her jeans to both hide their visible trembling and appear more at ease. A million thoughts ran through her head at once as she scrambled for something to say, in the end unable to come up with anything more exciting than "Have a nice night?"

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It was true, that Oliver did have a certain charm and he would have gladly gotten into her pants if she let him. But he didn't seem to be in a rush, he didn't seem to push past anything outside she wanted to give him. He was funny, bold, and rarely didn't have something to say. Good company, he thought so himself. The King's Crown had been added to his lists of pubs to visit. A man with a ravenous appetite like him and a never-ending need for novelty didn't only stay in his lane in terms of the bar. Any cunt that had anything to say about it would meet the fist which appeared well versed at boxing. Though he did have a very aggy streak, he rarely got himself in trouble over stupid fights, because he didn't need to get copped on something stupid.

Nothing gave him away, but the way that he phrased it didn't rule out the fact that he might've been a dangerous clientele. The suggestion of danger was a good thing, he'd always learned, wanting to make her hair stick up on all ends, wanting to make her heart pound with the thrill of exactly what she giving herself away to. When she said he didn't look like that, he almost called her on it for being full of shit. Oliver knew how dangerous he looked, but he always assumed a woman who gave him a moment's attention liked that threat of danger. "Damn right. Much fitter. Got a nice smile. Easy on the eyes." Oliver's first compliment did seem genuine and rather candid.

The fact that she dodged any sleepover invitations was a miracle, but he didn't seem to pry too much... When some of the boys filtered in, he was almost protective of her, warding off most with a few words of banter. Everybody knew better than to try some shit under his nose. Because she hadn't thrown herself at him so easily, it made him want her more. It wasn't often his English charm didn't slip him right past someone's guard

That night, he'd had a few drinks and was feeling a little loose, and in a quite chipper mood. He'd been expecting to show up at her place before it closed, but apparently, he was a little too late. When he saw her, his wicked grin brightened up the night around him, flashing white in the night. "Well hello, love." Oliver came a little too close, invading her personal space just by a little bit, but not too much, his eyes resting on her lips as he spoke, his grin held before his eyes wandered down to her lips and then back to her eyes. "Absolutely. Much better now." His voice was a little deep, a little more husky than usual.

"How about it Emma? How's the Red Lion? Been good?" He seemed to have a genuine sense of curiosity, his eyes wandering back to the bar, almost as if beckoning for an invitation. "Gonna invite me in, wanna go grab a bite? My place is also close." He left the open-ended question up to her decision. His cologne wafted in her direction and his body seemed perfectly aligned with hers, that muscular chest of his eyes begging to be touched. Again, there was intensity in his eyes, but this time, a little more, almost as if he wanted her more this time. "You look good tonight, you know." He complimented her, with the easy grin still painted.

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Emma had been on edge the entire night, expecting to see Oliver walking through the front door, and yet his appearance still caught her off guard. She blushed as he smiled brightly and stepped closer to her, managing to keep herself from taking a shaky step away from him to maintain her distance. His eyes trailed down to her lips and her blush deepened. She would be lying if she said she wasn't interested to know what his lips would feel like on hers but she was here to do one job, and physical intimacy wasn't part of that.

"Work's fine." She shrugged, still affected by his mere presence seemingly taking away her ability to speak. No matter how difficult she was finding it to formulate words, she didn't have any trouble reasoning through the trouble she could potentially get in if she accepted his offer to go back to his place. "I could definitely use a bite. Maybe a quick drink first?"

She wasn't technically allowed to reopen the bar after it had been closed down but the bar's owners had a vested interest in taking Oliver and as many other gangsters down as they could, and so she didn't think they would mind. Without waiting for Oliver's reply she turned, fumbling with the keys as she unlocked the front doors. As soon as both of them were inside she would lock the doors from the inside, ensuring nobody else would stumble in and invade their privacy.

Emma's blush returned in full force as Oliver complimented her, even if she didn't full believe him. She was wearing an outfit similar to what she had worn during their first meeting but the six-hour shift had certainly taken its toll on her. Multiple flyaways stuck up from her head and she had a smudge of mascara beneath her left eye where she had unthinkingly rubbed her face earlier. Briefly she considered excusing herself to the bathroom to make herself more presentable but she decided against it. Besides, he had just told her how pretty she looked. "You don't look so bad yourself," she answered, reaching out to brush her fingers lightly against his before dropping her hand to her side again.

"I know we're pretty full in here tonight but I saved the VIP seat for you." Emma gestured at the numerous empty seats around the room, a playful smile quirking up the corner of her lips as she led the way toward the bar. She took up her usual place behind the bar, pulling out two highball glasses and setting them on the bar between the two of them. "Trust me?" She asked, raising an eyebrow inquisitorially.


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Fine by Cassian as well. Not like he didn't talk enough for the two of them. But if Len thought he would be normal about things after that he was deeply mistaken. Cassian's eyes dipped nearly closed as Len leaned into him and scented him. His chin raised, not exactly baring his neck but encouraging the gesture and that light brush just against the near-permanent scruff of his facial hair. With how many times he'd had other partners state that his scent sat strange in their nose---too sharp for someone that was supposed to be an omega, it never failed to push his buttons that Len seemed to love it. Similarly, Cassian adored Len's---rich and old-world but when he finally relaxed there was the most intoxicating delicate edge to it all.

"You missed my scent, puppy?" he purred when Len gave him the go ahead, voice dipping low. It wasn't a question he was particularly looking for an answer to, so he didn't wait around for one before tugging Len inside from the crisp spring evening and up the stairs to his apartment. Well, technically, his uncle's but his for all function and purpose. He had no idea whenever the guy would pop in again and it was basically up to him to keep the rent paid and the shop functioning---which he'd done so far without any grand disasters. Somehow, finally finding a reason to stop the same aimless roaming that seemed to just be a characteristic of his blood.

Cassian kept his place neat, everything was mismatched in a way that ended up coherent again. Not exactly maximalist but certainly not minimal by any terms. A few wayward stacks of books were resting by the TV console in the living room. He had a dozen or so plants scattered through the place with the same number of bookcases and all of those absolutely filled with multiple collections and gifts kept over the years, a fair number of them all in Hindi, Urdu, or Farsi. It was a two-bedroom-one-bath kind of a deal and Cassian guided Len to his room over softly creaking hardwood floors haphazardly covered by runners and area rugs.

He took whatever Len had brought with him for the weekend and settled it against the wall under his bedroom's window. "Go ahead and strip down, sweetheart. Then you can get on the bed, ass up for me, alright?"

Cassian crouched down a black steamer trunk while he left Len to it, flipping up the lid to his toy chest with a considering hum. He pulled out lube first, for sure, but then tilted his head to the side debating two of the plug choices he had stashed there. "Brown or black, you know? Both look good on you but I'm thinking... the brown one tonight. It matches your hair. Goes a little deeper to, so we'll see if you can take it. Did you clean yourself up for me?"

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Len couldn't understand how anyone could find Cassian's scent unappealing. To him it was the smell of comfort and security, warming the pit of his stomach and promising so much more. Noone else had ever given him those intimate sensations; no amount of omegas in heat, throwing themselves at him with their sickly-sweet scents could ever match Cassian.

A huff of air met that first question, his shoulders visibly sagging as tension melted away. That simple nickname told him that their evening had truly begun, and he swallowed thickly as he allowed himself to be tugged inside, the cold outside air shut out with the closing of the door. Now it was just the two of them in familiar surroundings, and Len could barely breathe without inhaling something of Cassian. His living space was thick with that warm smell, and Len always seemed to lose himself in it no matter how many times they met up.

_Sweetheart._ Len flushed and turned towards the bed, pointedly avoiding Cassian's gaze at that second nickname. He'd never get used to those little terms of endearment, and it was all he could do to not call the other man stupid for calling him such. After all, he shouldn't be labeled sweet or puppy. He should be more alpha, he should---

"Mmnff." He let out a muffled groan as he tried to push those thoughts away, hastily reaching for the hem of his shirt to tug it over his head. The blazer had already been shrugged off, dress pants, underwear and shoes soon following. Len stared at the haphazard pile of his business attire for a moment before turning towards the bed.

He padded towards it and slowly crawled to situate himself in the middle, biting hard on his lower lip. These opening moments were the hardest---before he was swept up in their play and his insecurities were still running wild in his head. He bowed his head and slid his knees apart ever so slightly, letting his lower half fall to the soft covers. The position angled his hips high, even if his legs were parted enough for Cassian to settle between them. Not yet anyway.

His body throbbed at the tantalizing promise of that tail sliding where it belonged, and he nodded at Cassian's question before realizing that the other man wouldn't be able to see. "I'm... I'm clean, y-yes." His voice was already trembling, but he probably wouldn't be using it for much longer. Woofs and barks were easier when he gave himself over to their play.

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But he was sweet. Cassian didn't need to be looking at Len to known that the alpha was blushing, all he needed was to hear that bit of thickened silence all around him while took of his clothes to confirm it. How that be anything but sweet? Precious? Absolutely adorable. Whenever the odd itch cropped up enough for Len to snap something sharp at him in response, Cassian merely went about punishing his puppy into understanding better.

And fuck, if it hadn't been something else to know that under all that prim clothing, Len was healing up the bruises he left behind. No sharpness today, though. Just speaking at all seemed like it was already hard for him, conveying how much it he needed this. Cassian waited until the movement on his bed settled, checking after the pile of clothes Len left on the floor. Those were a satisfactory heap, messy in a way Cassian knew Len didn't allow in his own personal space.

"Good, good," Cassian murmured, standing up with everything he wanted to bring along settled in his hands. He took a second to admire the view. Len had a pretty nice ass for an alpha and while they hadn't broached making him present like an omega, he didn't do too bad putting himself in the positions Cassian asked of him. Warm skin, strong thighs. His cock and balls hanging between the slight part of his legs, still looking soft for the moment.

He dropped all his gathered goodies on the other side of the bed still within reached and settled down by Len's head, introducing his touch with a soothing glide starting at the highest point of his body in the air down along his hips and over his back. "Such a good, pup, remembering how I like you nice and clean. Letting me know. " He continued to rub over Len's back and shoulders, only pausing when he leaned in to press a kiss to the alpha's temple and let his fingers slip higher into his hair, scratching along his scalp. "That's it, though. That's all you gotta say unless it's your safeword, alright? No more words. Just my puppy and all those cute noises he makes for me. My boy, my favorite pup, doesn't have to worry about anything else than making me happy."

Cassian skirted down again, trailing his fingertips over Len's neck and down his spine. Without much forewarning, he clapped the curve of his palm into smack against one of Len's ass cheeks before giving it a firm grope over the same spot with an approving rumble in his chest---closer to a sound an alpha would make than any omega. A moment later he's back to rubbing along Len's skin, manually demanding him to start letting go. "And he does that just by being here. Think I was missing you since the last time."

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More tense than sweet, at least for the moment. Len's back was laced with bunched muscles that shuddered beneath the weight of Cassian's gaze. It always took a little while for the alpha to cast aside the mental drawbacks he always grappled with, but by this point Cassian had become an expert at gradually picking him apart to leave him spread open in more ways than one.

He didn't look up when the bed dipped with the other man's weight, instead pressing his forehead more firmly against the bedsheets and gripping them tighter between his fingers. Anticipation was building quickly, waiting for and wanting that first touch that would spark their evening, and when it finally happened Len couldn't help the low groan that stuttered between his lips.

His hips twitched at the warm palm rubbing down from the angular point and along his spine. He arched towards that steady stroke in spite of himself, his breath becoming heavier with each passing second. He chanced a brief glance sideways when he felt Cassian pause just by his blushing face, that light kiss to his temple helping to ease the ache that was starting to build there.

Fingers in his hair was a weakness of his---the thing that had started this whole affair off---and Len groaned when nails scraped against his scalp, tipping his head back ever so slightly. Cassian's words sank slow and deep into his mind as he listened to the omega give such perfect praise. His heartbeat came faster, and his lean thighs shifted slightly with a throb that ran along his cock.

He wanted to make Cassian happy, more than anything else. He wanted to be the favorite, the good pup, the-

"Hnngh-!" A keening gasp echoed the slap to his ass, and a hand automatically snapped to cover his mouth as if to stop anymore of those embarrassing noises from slipping out. Len's body shuddered and he gave a weak nod at the thought that he'd been missed. The feeling was very mutual.

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"Ah---" Nice as it was to get confirmation that Len wanted this when they were apart too (and oh, didn't that sit precariously in his chest), Cassian narrowed in on Len's attempt to muffle his gasp, admonishment in his voice as his own hand snapped out to snag the other man's wrist and drag it away from his mouth. "No. None of that. Good puppies aren't quiet when they feel good."

He took Len's hand and pressed it back to the covers, pressing down on both of them. "You're going to keep both of those there until I tell you that you can move them, understand? And you're going to keep your head up---here, brace on your forearms." A nudge to get Len to shift his weight forward, so he was closer to all fours instead of resting against the bed. "So you can't muffle them in the bed. I want to hear you, sunshine. Now---"

There's more warning this time. Cassian uncovered Len's hands with his own but kept it hovering close while he reached back and laid another cracking spank to the opposite side of his ass. He could thank Len for giving him a reason so easily to spank him a bit. The novelty that he could at all hadn't worn off and he wasn't sure it ever really would. Five minutes ago he was fit to walk on set for a magazine cover and now? Now he still was, but for a very, very different sort of publication.

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There was the briefest pressure of resistance as Len tried to keep his hand in place, but almost as soon as it happened, he relented and simply watched as both hands were repositioned a little further up the bed. The new position caused his weight to shift upward, in turn pushing his hips that little bit higher as he had to readjust his balance.

A tiny whimper met the light scolding---if it could even be called that---and he dropped his head again, only to be told to keep it raised to face the headboard. His stomach clenched as he moved to do so, his gaze darting from Cassian, to the headboard, then down towards his hands. He felt much more exposed like this, and it took effort to keep his lips slightly parted with each heavy breath.

_Sunshine... I'm sunshine... that's---that's nice._ He tried to reassure himself, keeping in Cassian's desired position when the second smack echoed against the opposite cheek. His body rocked forward with the motion and there was nothing to stop the sharp cry from sounding clearly through the room. Len looked visibly embarrassed, but he didn't try to move away. His cock had also started to grow hard between his thighs, and he offered another low whimper once the initial flare of heat had passed.

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That made the two of them, then. Cassian felt his dick twitching in his pants, spurred to fill out from Len's reactions and his effort. He wasn't fully in it yet and he probably wouldn't be for a bit, but that didn't preclude him following what Cassian asked of him and one couldn't really ask for any more from a sub than that. He rubbed along Len's side, petting him exactly the same way one would an anxious dog---which included a few pats along his torso and a few more scratches through his hair.

"Good boy," Cassian affirmed, using that hold in Len's hair to turn his face towards him. He bent down, kissing Len on his forehead and ruffling along his scalp. "Just like that. Feels good too, doesn't it? Getting hard for me... don't hold that back either." Another kiss, this time at the corner of Len's mouth, teasing the possibility of more, if full kisses were special treats that had to be earned.

"You can look in front of you and you can look down but you can't put your head all the way down, okay? We don't want your neck getting hurt, so don't strain yourself." It'd be a while before he took him out of this position, so he wanted him to be able to hold it comfortably enough. Cassian lingered long enough to make sure that Len didn't need more reassurance before moving behind him. He grabbed the small towel that he dumped down with the rest of the supplies and spread that underneath Len to protect his bedspread, then tugged the rest closer.

"Wider, puppy." Cassian tapped on the side of Len's thigh to make him spread his hips more. "Better. We're going to get this tail in you. Remember to keep your head just like I told you and your hands down, okay?"

Cassian thumbed over the spot he'd just spanked, admiring the hint of pink raising on his skin. Len marked up easier than Cassian would have expected, but that was just a pleasant surprise to keep taking advantage of. Grasping both sides of Len's ass, he spread him open, brushing along the tight ring of his hole. If Len was anything it was fastidious about his own cleanliness, which was why Cassian had no trouble leaning in lick over him with his tongue. Swiping low, closer to his perineum, over his entrance, and then above it---before repeating the whole path all over again. He held him by his hips, expecting Len to try pulling away.

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The familiar caress along his side was comforting, and helped to ease just a little bit of the rippling tension that continued to hold Len's body so tightly. He arched towards Cassian's touch along his torso, heat flushing across his chest in response. "Mmrr..." He gave a quiet groan at those final few scratches through his hair, then let out a slow breath when his face was turned to face the other man.

It was difficult to meet Cassian's eyes, and Len settled on focusing on the omega's nose as that gentle kiss was pressed to his forehead. The added ruffle of his hair somehow felt especially dog-like, and he huffed a second time to show his understanding. His cheeks continued to glow with their blushes, and he visibly shuddered when focus shifted briefly towards his cock. He couldn't hold that back if he tried---that part of him was far too honest.

He couldn't help but turn his face towards Cassian as the other man moved to kiss the corner of his mouth, a low whine echoing subtle disappointment as he was denied a more proper kiss. He loved kissing, all needy teeth and tongue. But he knew he had to behave himself. The instruction to not put his head all the way down was met with a small nod, and Len finally managed to briefly meet Cassian's gaze---a tiny moment of acknowledgement before they lowered again. It was tempting to look back and watch as the other man moved around to his back, but Len would always do his best to be good; a good boy.

His breath caught with an audible gasp as fingers firmly tapped against his inner thigh, hesitating for a moment before doing as he was told and shuffling his knees further apart. There was no way to hide his half-hard cock, which was already twitching in spite of their evening having barely started. Len had the stamina to keep going through a long night, perhaps the only alpha trait that he carried.

A small *rrff* met the reminder of the rules, then Len gritted his teeth as he felt warm air brushing against his hole. It was always a strange sensation to begin with. His every instinct should have been to refuse such a submissive act, and his hips twitched with that unwelcome though before stilling again. Len could feel Cassian staring down at his most intimate place, and a groan spilled out when that subtle tug spread him open that little bit wider. He was physically used to this by now, but he still couldn't help the second jerk of his hips when the first swipe of Cassian's tongue met his hole. Thankfully the omega anticipated it and held him still.

"D-Don't---mmngh!" The momentary doubt was cut off as Len tried to push that instinct away. His head dropped down to his hands, but didn't lower any further. Embarrassment and shame clashed with the flush if heat that met Cassian's tongue, and soon enough Len was squirming, torn between arching away and towards the sensation. As usual, however, his erection was more obvious. There'd be no doubt how much he was enjoying the attention, even if his hangups made it difficult to fully indulge.

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"Don't?" Cassian echoed, easing back from Len's conflicted shifts with a considering lilt to his voice. It wasn't an easy guarantee that he wouldn't stop, not when denial could make a person fall faster and harder than indulgence with the right circumstances. His breath ghosted along Len's skin, the wet of his lips pressing a kiss to a random patch.

"That's a big word for a puppy," he mused. While he let up, he didn't pull away completely, instead he went investigating underneath Len and between his thighs, finding the twitching heat of his cock to press into his palm and then against his stomach. Fuck, loved feeling him get hard like this. Plain and honest, when his mind didn't want to cooperate. "Maybe he doesn't want his tail? That'd be disappointing. I had so many nice things planned to do with him. A surprise too..."

He knew this was hard for Len. Cassian was somewhat lucky that being a terrible example of an omega meant that he was simply dropped from consideration rather than pressed to confirm to an ideal. If he blocked his scent and kept on his pills, he could pass for an beta and allowed that notion to go unchallenged as much as often. The worst trouble he had with his designation was with his heat, but even then it didn't claw at him in the same way it did for the other man. More annoying to sweat through them with that need to get knotted and bit pawing at him the edges of his mind.

Then again, Cassian can't remember the last full-heat he had. The pills did a good enough job letting him skip over those weeks without much of an issue than being a little hornier than normal and a bit more testy. Alphas only tended to get dosed up if they couldn't control themselves.

Cassian nipped at the small of Len's back and rested his chin there, leisurely working his cock in his fist with slow pulls that squeezed lightly around his tip. They needed some lube to make it smoother, but this would do for now. "Hmm, his head's pretty low too but I'm sure he heard me a couple minutes ago."

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Len shut his eyes tightly, mentally scolding himself for his uncertainty. He knew that Cassian would take care of him; the omega had shown time and time again that he could take control and give Len exactly what he needed... and yet it was still so damn difficult. He knew that the omega had heard him speak, and swallowed thickly as that single word was repeated with a thoughtful lift. He didn't think for one moment that Cassian would ever leave him because of such small setbacks, but he disliked making them all the same.

A twitch ran down the length of his spine was a wet kiss was placed against his skin, shivering in anticipation of whatever would come next before Cassian reached below his body to press firmly against his aching cock. The touch drew a low moan from between Len's lips, his hips arching back and up to press close as he could. "Nngh... mmn..." He didn't speak again, but he did shake his head meekly at the thought if not recieving his tail.

He wanted it so much. If only he could admit to it as easily as his body did. Each breath escaped in a heady gasp as Cassian started to stroke his erection, hips unable to keep still in their desperate rocking to try and push further into Cassian's grip.

Len groaned, lifting his head a little higher at the last comment and gripping the bedsheets tighter with his hands. No more words. He didn't want to mess this up, and so he offered a quiet bark to show that he had indeed heard and understood. The tension was still there, but his desperation easily beat it out.