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The mermaid could feel the strong fisher's net squeeze around her body. Her golden tail trashing powerfully, scattering the water around her angrily. The Merpeople lived in shallow ocean coral reefs. Hunting fish and crab and other aquatic sea creatures. Golden scales covered her entire body, hiding her breasts with thick scales. It had been a beautiful, perfectly sunny day. Lila loved back floating on the surface of the water. Their secret cove had been discovered by a pirate ship. And now Lila was struggling within a strong net, being pulled out of the water and hoisted upon a deck. Quite rudely and roughly with a heavy thud. Angry hisses and growls could be heard from the mermaid. Her long and powerful golden scales took out several of the pirates. Who quickly got back up to their feet.

"Let... let me go...!" She demanded, in a voice that was coated with a strange and thick accent. Lila and the rest of the Merpeople spoke Atlantian. A language that was now long dead and as extinct as the city itself where they used to live before the great fall. "Let me go!" Once more her thick accented voice demanded released. As her form was now upon the deck, her tail slowly transformed into long and pale human legs and feet. Her long, fiery red hair a mess, dark, angry blue eyes looking up at the man.

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It was a beautiful sunny day and with much blood, sweat and tears the pirates on The Black Rose had fortune favor upon them. Mermaids, they struck a gold mine finding the cove they inhabited and they caught many of them. They threw them down into the lower decks locked in the brig until they would remove their scales. Those scales would catch a hefty sum for sure.

Captain Sebastian oversaw his crew pulling many mermaids on deck. Many of them were very beautiful but unfortunately this was business and at times business became unpleasant. They needed the coin for the ship and he needed to keep his men happy. The latest mermaid that they pulled onboard was a different than the others. She was a bit fiery and as he watched as his men struggled with her and then she stood up firmly and demanded to be let go to one of his men.

Pete, who was facing her grinned. The man was very young and overconfident. "This one's mine." He chuckled instead Sebastian made his way over. "Pete, she's too much for you to handle." He pushed Pete to the side.

"S-sorry Captain." Pete stammered.

Sebastian had short dark black hair and beautiful green eyes. He held her gaze before he reached out and took a hold of her arm firmly. "You have a name?" He had a black coat over him his white shirt was open slightly revealing a very large scar across his chest and giving a taste of his athletic build. He had some impressive muscles from his time pirating and pillaging.

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For a few moments the creature didn't answer the pirate Captain. Hard, deep blue eyes studied the man. Several of her sisters she knew were down in the brig. No doubt they would be harvested for their scales and exotic sexual needs. They always hid in deep and dark caves when they spotted a pirate ship. After all, even as Merpeople they told their own stories.

"Lila." She replied hesitantly. Her hair was decorated in pearls from clams that she had found strewn across the floor of their home world. Her naked form pale vulnerable. Her eyes landed upon the scar, absently wondering how he had acquired it. No doubt a sword from the looks of it. The mermaid said nothing more to the pirate Captain. "Let my sisters go." She demanded, the net having been moved away from her body.

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"Lila..." Sebastian repeated her name. His eyes slowly took in her form. Examining every curve and dip her body showed. He wondered if her skin was as smooth as it looked. "I can't let let you go. It's just business and you and your sisters are very valuable. They will be attended to my men but you have all my attention." The pearls and clams in her hair only added to her beauty, he'd allow her to keep those. It had been some time since he had the affections of a woman.

The whores he had were a temporary pleasure he needed someone to claim as his own. Well this mermaid could be what he was looking for. "Mr. Tanner! Hoist anchor! You have the bridge! We've hunted enough for today." he yelled to his first mate.

The ship came alive as Mr. Tanner began yelling to the men orders. "Come on you dogs! You heard the Captain!" The men got work speedily as they hoisted the anchor and began to cast off away from the cove. Sebastian pulled Lila toward him and was going to toss her over his shoulder and carry her. Carry her to his quarters, he'd have to see if she was worth it before he decided if she was perfect for him.

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"Put me down!" The mermaid demanded, putting up quite a fight for her slim form. The ship had instantly become like a busy ant hill with its men scurrying around to obey the Captain's orders. The captured mermaid put up a struggle as the ship began to steadily sail away from the hidden cove. Its sails puffing out with the wind as it pushed the large wooden ship out once more into the deep ocean. Whatever these men did to her, Lila knew she had to resist. And clearly the men had no intention of releasing Lila or any of her captured sisters.

Soon, Lila found herself within the Captain's quarters. Even for a pirate Captain it was quite lavish. Albeit rustic. Maps and instruments of direction were strewn about. A globe sat neatly upon the Captain's desk. Lila didn't need to question the Captain as to why she and her sisters were here or what was going to be done to them. Pirates were notorious after all. For decades, since the dawn of pirates they had been searching for myths such as Merpeople. Lila remained silent as she continued to struggle within his strong grip.

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Sebastian gave her a small slap on the behind as she struggled a bit. "Settle down." She struggled and fought against his grip but he had a firm hold onto her. She wasn't going anywhere except with him. When he entered into his quarters it was very pleasant, considering it was a pirate ship. Captain Sebastian had standards for his own quarters, he enjoyed living comfortably. He set her down in the middle of the room, "You're down."

He walked toward the large desk on one side of the room and removed his long black coat and then unbuckled his belt that held his sword on his hip. He dropped both over the large red chair that had gold along the edges of the frame. There were plenty of books along one shelf and over the desk were maps, a compass, and a pair of pistols.

Lanterns hung along the ceiling of the room they were off however as the sunlight easily flooded the room. Sebastian's green eyes focused on the mermaid. He actually had never taken a mermaid, this before. Normally he left the mermaids with his men. He slowly stalked toward her and stopped when he got in front of her. "You're going to have to make the best of your situation, Lila." Being with the Captain was more pleasant than being with the rest of the pirates. The captain was well-groomed. He didn't stink like some, his hands gripped her waist and he pulled her firmly against him. His hands running over her behind and giving it a firm squeeze.

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If the man hadn't been a pirate, he would be very attractive. Lila swallowed nervously, watching as the man removed his outer coat, followed by his belt and sword. For a moment, Lila thought about making a grab for the sword, but knew that wouldn't end well.

Suddenly she found herself pulled against the Captain, his strong hands gripping her behind firmly. "No!" She squirmed within his strong grip. Lila lashed out with a hand, her long fingernails leaving long scratch marks. The ship sailed easily through the waters, the waves splashing against the strong wood. The mermaid glowered at the Captain. She was more fearful for her sisters then for herself. Merpeople were strong, especially against pirates. After all, they had to be.

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Sebastian hissed as he felt her nails along his arms. He pulled back seeing the long marks along his arms. "You're a spirited one." He went to retrieve his belt leaving the sword behind. Sebastian would need to deal with those hands. He pushed Lila backwards towards the bed. "You don't say much other than put me down, let me go and no."

He guided her backwards and reached for her arm, the only way to prevent her from scratching him again was to tie those hands together. Then he'd be able to handle her squirming and fighting against his grip. "I've been catching mermaids for a long time your the first one that I've wanted." He had his leather belt in the other hand and as he reached for her arm to pull her around and tie her hands behind her back he said, "You probably hate me but if you are to my liking I intend on making you mine."

[User] The captured mermaid glared at the pirated captain with her dark blue eyes. But quickly, as if with practice, Lila's hands were quickly bound and secured behind her back. During her struggling, Lila stumbled back upon the lavish bed. "And if not?" She wondered, quickly backing away from the man. The mermaid rolled over onto her back. Struggling within the belt that secured her wrists.

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"If not, then you'll be thrown in the brig with the rest of them. My men tend to let loose fairly easily and some can't control themselves. There have been a few mermaids that have died from my men... unintentionally." Sebastian removed his shirt and tossed it aside his strong bare chest had a few scars and a very long one along the center. He'd received that from a fight from another pirate Captain. Despite those scars, he was an attractive man.

He came onto the bed and grabbed Lila by the leg and pulled her toward him before spinning her onto her stomach. He gave her ass a firm squeeze before giving her a firm spank. "You're beautiful... you have a merman back home?" He spanked her again before spreading her legs apart and teasingly his fingers began to slid them along her pussy. His callous hands loved the feel of her silky smooth skin.

[User] "What does it matter to you if I did?" Lila wondered, face contorting into a grimace as she felt his strong hand upon her buttocks before striking her between her legs. Lila had never been upon a pirate ship before. Though she had seen many of them from the safety of the cove. Mermaid only imprinted if they found the right Merman. They imprinted for life and could only have one child. The bed was surprisingly soft. The sheets silk, no doubt purchased with stolen gold. As much as Lila tried to resist the captain, the man was indeed very strong. "Wait... please... if I... If I do what you want, will you release the others?" She asked, her heart pounding as she struggled within the leather belt securing her wrists.

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"I'm just curious if you've ever experienced this before." Well not exactly like this but what Sebastian planed for her was very different. The Captain paused when he heard her offer that she'd do what he wanted if he released the others. The idea intrigued him, he hadn't expected her to volunteer herself like that. Of course, he'd take her no matter what willing or not. He moved onto his side laying beside her and turned her onto her side so she could face him.

"You want to make a deal then you have two options. One, I will have my way with you and then toss you in the brig with the others. My men will enjoy all of you and then harvest your scales. Or you agree to belong to only me. You are mine to do with as I please. You will not attempt to flee, if I ever get bored of you I shall release you and give you your freedom back. If you agree to that then I shall release them. If they are caught again when my men and I hunt for mermaids I will not release them. They have better odds, however of not being captured again."

If she agreed he would release then only after his men had some fun with them. They needed to release some steam and if he tossed them overboard the men would surely be upset at the loss of gold. They would go to many mermaids to only one, and one that belonged to their Captain. He would get the coin they needed another way, well if she agreed.

[User] There was silence from the mermaid as the captain announced his deal he would make. She wanted to say no, but if it meant the rest of her sisters would be released... "I... I'll be yours..." Lila agreed in her thickly accented voice. She knew the men would have their way with her sisters physically. But if it meant them being released after words, Lila would do it. "If... if it's riches you're after... my scales are gold... they would make you the richest pirate captain in the seas." The mermaid remained lying upon her sides. The mermaid knew she had just sealed her fate. A long, deep breath escaped from the creature as she rolled upon her back, no longer trying to squirm out of the leather belt that secured her wrists.

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Hearing the mermaid agree to his deal a small smirk appeared across his lips. "Very good." Perhaps now she'll be easier to control. "I desire riches... your gold scales will serve me well..." his fingers trailed along her neck traveling down her collarbone and then in between her breasts. "I desire more than riches."

After Lila layed back Sebastian moved closer toward her kissing against her breasts before his tongue flicked out running over one of her nipples. Her skin was smooth, and it tasted a bit salty from the ocean with a hint of freshness. The Captain could easily be harsh and firm but when he wanted to enjoy things he took his time. He was no novice when it came to lovemaking, moving his tongue expertly. Perhaps part of the mermaid would enjoy this or she would hate it but he was going to full enjoy all her body offered to him. Riches and pleasure.


[User] That second part, however, had him shivering and struggling inwardly, "L-little... lamb..." Edonilhad moved uncomfortably against the bed... the humiliation keeping those cheeks a light read, and his body heated... why was he doing this? Why was he all but begging to be tormented and bitten? He didn't know what was going through his own head... only that he wanted everything he was being offered, though even he knew it was out of character for himself...

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Lexander raised his eyebrows when he saw his Little Lamb's eyes change. What was he and why did his blood call to him so badly? It was torture for himself not to have his fangs sinking deep into is flesh, but he dared not to show Little Lamb. He chuckled and flashed his fangs once more. "Is that a statement or a question. Hard to tell." He moved so he could grasp the cloth of Edonilhad's pants and underwear, yanking them off quickly. He smirked when he saw the male's erection. "So much arguing earlier... yet look at your reaction to me." He said, still careful not to have skin-to-skin contact.

He grinned and looked at him when he said his nickname. "Again, this time more confident in what your name is." He licked his fangs slowly and chuckled a little. He leaned over the bed and barely touching, he ran his finger down Edonilhad's body. "I can make all the suffering and agony go away if you just have more confidence in your words." He licked his lips slowly.

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Edonilhad writhed in those bonds... He swallowed hard at the next words... his lips were trembling from the rise in desire and the feelings of being cornered into more than he was actually ready for... That insane craving was all that had him able to overcome those barriers and he was still feeling that fear that came from being far outside his comfort zones... it was a toxic and alluring mixture indeed... and it seemed, to him, that Lexander was far more in control... He had no idea that as much as he felt the call, so did the vampire that was looming over him... they were both in this web together, and both needed each other to feel the completion they so desperately needed and wanted...

He let out another sharp little cry of fear and excitement as his pants were torn from him... how was he supposed to leave? Not that leaving was on his agenda at all for the moment... but he would eventually ponder it once the dust settled... what he did immediately realize was that the lack put him entirely at Lexander's mercy... "Ahh... nnn... L-Little... Lamb..." He tried again... but his voice remained trembling in that frightening heat that surged through him and made him squirm against the bed.

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Lexander sighed and kissed the male's thigh just barely grazing his fangs across the delicate skin, making tiny little cuts. He groaned slightly and smirked. "Still not good enough if you want me to end your suffering. You have one last try or you do not get to release all of this build up." He growled softly as he gripped the male's erection stroking slowly just to keep the tied up Little Lamb on the brink of going insane from all the pleasure buildup. He licked the two little cuts slowly as he moaned from the taste. His own eyes flared with power burning that bright violet then faded again.

"I could always go find another who would do everything I saw just to have a small taste of what I want to do to you. Some of the others outside would call you spoiled, as you see I have no other submissive to this present day. They keep dying on me from me taking too much. Yet, you stay on your feet no matter how much I take, how?" He asked.

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Edonilhad squirmed in those bindings from the kisses, but it was the feeling of those fangs that sent the true shivers along his spine... causing a loud moan to escape... the cuts only barely let a drop or two escape before they healed... truly an incredible creature... Hunters could survive things that humans stood no chance against... His fingers dug into his palms as he trembled beneath that pursuit... then that hand reached down, running along his length and causing him to arch into it. "P-please..." he begged, "I-I need..." He pressed his legs as much as he could to move on the bed...

Edonilhad didn't know what to say... could it be true? Was he stronger? what was it that the other took from them? Surely he had not taken that much? He felt.. alive... on fire... anything but weak in the sense of getting close to death... if anything he wanted to feel what he had earlier... more... longer... deeper... "I want... more..."

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Lexander chuckled when he heard the male moan. Oh, that wonderful sound of pleasure. He loved to torture and inflict pain, sure, but his favorite sound is when his subs made that sound despite the pain and torture he put them through. He watched as the wounds healed before he even could heal them himself. Now that was a puzzling mystery. The male tasted human enough, yet something different. Something that made his blood extremely addictive and made Lexander insane for it.

He licked his lips as the male squirmed with the need for more pleasure. "Say it properly and be rewarded for obedience. Both what I am and who you are to me." He growled and suckled on the inner thigh gently. "If not, I will have to punish you, and I am sure you do not want that. I would be very disappointed." He purred.

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Edonilhad shuddered as the other continued to press and drag out those pretty sounds..getting him to writhe and making thought, as well as any resistance, seem to melt away and slip out of his mental grip. He was so heated that he was barely certain of how he'd gotten here... Only that what was happening was making him a thirst for relief... and that he wanted those teeth to sink in... for that mouth to draw out more blood, and it mattered little where from...

"You are... Master... and I am... Little Lamb..." He gasped out, pulling against those bonds in the growing restless lust for more... to get what he needed... to feel those teeth tear his flesh... Those hips moved eagerly against the bed and his mind swam in the enticing memory of what had happened and what was to come... "Please!!"

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Lexander loved the sounds Edonilhad was making so much. He watched the male pulling at the restraints and chuckled. "Oh little lamb. You are the one who is prolonging your suffering. I want to give you the pleasure for a reward." He responded.

He grinned when he heard his Little Lamb admit and say the words. He let out a hungry growl and bit down into the flesh off his inner thigh. He moaned as the blood touched his tongue and began stroking Edonilhad's erection faster, working it. See such pleasure, Little Lamb. His voice rang out into Edonilhad's mind.

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Edonilhad trembled in that grip and then that bite came and his cry echoed through the whole room... his muscles tightened slightly as that streak of desire raced out to every nerve in his body... he clutched at the bindings... and it only took a couple of strokes before he spilled... those eyes closed in the rush of pleasure...

Pure lust seemed to come with the blood that spilled into Lexander's mouth... and with it a small surge of power... but it was enough to know... heat... power... life... the vampire could feel his body empowered... his weaknesses disappearing as his hunger started to drain away as if it were nothing more than a passing thought... it wasn't fast... but it was noticeable... and the one under him was thrashing in those upper bindings from the ecstasy it was causing him... that heart remained strong and fast... as if Lexander could drink forever... but he would know now that the blood he took from this one would leave him feeling as if he'd fed on an army rather than a single creature... he wouldn't need more for days!

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Lexander fed on this male so hungrily and moaned as he did so. It was causing him such a rush to the build up of his own. He growled a little when the male did not hold out for very long, though he could hardly blame him considering how much he worked him up. It still did not make him very happy.

He pulled back from the bite and reached up using a sharp nail to cut the restraints on his wrists. "Now be a good Little Lamb and please Master." He said and laid back allowing the blood to drip down from his mouth to his neck. He removed his pants and laid there slowly stroking his large erection. "Master needs his release as well."


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"I am sure you'll find such a lowly position easy to grasp, yes," was what Larkin settled for. Still dry, but better than the alternatives. His eyes darted over to the demon, watching him slip into the bathroom. There was something more to this, of course. More than just a cover story to keep his infernal contract a secret. Larkin, being the cantankerous creature he was, enjoyed the idea of something as powerful as Desmond being bound by their deal to work beneath Larkin, to act as a servant. And as his sword and shield, as the beast had said. It felt good, in a strange, dangerous kind of way.

After a few minutes, the boy got to his feet and stepped into the bathroom, brow quirked. "I see you figured out that much." He sat on the edge of the tub and dipped his fingertips into the water, humming contentedly. "That's satisfactory. Now, undress me."

It was, along with dressing himself, something he had been doing for himself ever since Terrance died, but he'd tired of it. Learning how to do up his own sock-garters, the buttons of his shirts, putting on his cravat---he was eager to shed the responsibilities again. Spoiled little thing. He lifted one leg up off of the floor, wiggling his ankle to imply he wanted the demon to take his boot off first, a dark look in his eye.

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Desmond chuckled softly as the small figure started looming closer, lacking any form of intimidation. He made a small bow, accepting the gracious compliment of how he figured out the human machinery. "Child's play" He worded soft, gracing his already big ego.

As asked of him, he started helping Larkin with such a silly task as undressing. He kneeled down on one knee, taking the wiggling leg in his hand and placing it atop of his knee. From there he worked, pulling loose the bothersome buttons to release the feet. He knew that he was supposed to wear them as well---clothes, while they were intricate of design, felt very limiting at the same time.

"So what are you planning to tell them---what will be my backstory?" He had a name, but in conversation, just a name wouldn't fly. To make it easy they could always go with the simple story of him suffering from amnesia. That was the easy way out, but he was more interested in what the young Lord could come up with. The blue gaze looked up to Larkin, his eyes almost glowing with how pale blue the orbs were.

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Larkin watched the demon undo the fastenings of his boot, appearing at ease for all intents and purposes, but his knuckles were white and his fingers gripped the lip of the tub tightly. It raised his hackles, being around Desmond.

It was fine. If Larkin had survived losing Elise, albeit barely, he'd manage with this. He'd had his own demons for a long time---they were just personified now. You are not afraid, he told himself. You are not.

Backstory. Right. The brunet bit his lip, a habit that left his mouth chapped and bloodied often enough, and thought about it---but he found the demon's gaze distracting. Very blue, eerily so. It had his breath catching in his throat, and his cheeks felt warm. Larkin looked away, clearing his throat.

"You were hunting in the woods, and saw me knocked off my horse," he said, flatly. "You helped me home, and revealed to me that you had recently lost your home and your family in a fire." The young man's tongue snuck out to wet his bottom lip, and a slow smile spread there. "Your job let you go for poor performance, and you practically begged me for work---on your hands and knees, at that. Like a dog. And out of the kindness of my heart, I obliged."

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"Next feet" Desmond spoke in between as he placed the boot on the ground, ready to work on the next. The backstory was an easy one, fitting with what had transpired in the forest. It would suitably match with the sight that the stablehand and the maid had seen "What a delightfully deceitful lie, my lord" While the human might have smiled for other reasons, Desmond was looking forward to giving his best acting performance to this day when he started to fool this entire household. Lying was in his nature and he reveled in the act. The only one he could not lie to was Larkin.

"I will make sure I shed a tear when speaking about my terrible loss" The drama of it all, a fire ravaging his fake life and all that he held dear was lost. He wasn't so sure about the poor performance, as he wasn't planning on performing the duties Roy would teach him other than to perfection. He had his own ego to uphold here, and he wasn't going to look dumb doing it. "I will not disappoint you, I can assure you that."

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Larkin lifted his other foot, perching it daintily atop Desmond's knee. "Mm, we shall see about that." He watched the demon work on his boot, and when he was done, the young man considered leaning down and unclipping one of the garters to show him how, but decided against it. If there was an opportunity for Desmond to flounder and appear a little less perfect, Larkin would take it.

"As for Elise..." There was a stiffness in Larkin's shoulders when he spoke of her, an unhappy slant to his mouth. "I have next to nothing to go on. Only the circumstances of her disappearance. Once you are set up for your duties at the manor, we will discuss further." He frowned. If they found her alive, would the demon give him time to hold her, to tell her how he loved her, how her disappearance had sucked the light from his life? Or would Desmond suck the soul from his body before he had the chance? He wanted to ask, but it felt like a vulnerable question, and Larkin avoided those.

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With both shoes off, Desmond took a gander. The human had said undress---the rest should get off as well. A process that they were doing from the bottom up apparently. On the socks, he found the weirdest clippings, that he had no recollection of how they worked---meaning it was a rich boy thing. He doubted that the scattered memories he could draw upon had any information regarding being wealthy. Taking another second, Desmond decided to go the easy way on them by cheating with his powers. They instantly sprung loose as he worked his own magic on them and was able to remove the garter and the sock.

"I should tell you, if your sister is dead I cannot bring her back. Nor can I bring anyone back once their souls have departed their bodies for that matter." As for while he might be powerful, he wasn't god, creating and returning life wasn't in his toolshed. "The circumstances of her disappearance shall be a proper start. You will have your revenge little lordling, you will have vengeance" The word made the blue eyes glow for real, there was just something about it that thrilled him all the right ways. Especially as his vision of vengeance was one of true carnage. He would leave this world fulfilled with a snack devoured and a path of blood carrying his name. Splendid!

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Larkin's eyes widened upon seeing the fastenings come loose seemingly with very little input from Desmond. He gasped, a small sound that he regretted as soon as it left his lips, so much so that he glared down at the demon bent at the knee and opened his mouth to say something rude, anything to make up for his moment of surprise, but Desmond was talking, and the things he said were important, and Larkin was silent as the dead of night as he listened.

It hadn't occurred to Larkin that Desmond may have been able to resurrect Elise, but even still, the knowledge that he couldn't now sunk like a cold stone in the pit of his stomach. He swallowed against the lump in his throat and nodded in understanding, his features grim. "Dead or alive," he murmured, the word thick and venomous in his mouth. "I trust that you will butcher those responsible as I see fit?"

It was a tempting notion. Watching Desmond crush them with his bare hands would be sublime. That dark look was back in his eyes, half-lidded and darkly lashed and brimming with contempt. "And whoever orchestrated it, if they did not act alone, if they pulled all of the strings... you will give them to me. Is that understood? I want---" He paused, and stood up from the edge of the tub so that Desmond could continue working on his clothes. "---I want to be the last thing they see. I want to end them myself."


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The Foust household was relatively normal. James and Lilliane Foust were a young couple who had married two years ago, and had recently settled into a beautiful house in Katy, Texas. James was fresh out of University and now working in information systems management for a relatively well known company. He was happy with his job, he usually worked from home unless specifically needed in office which usually resulted in a two to three day business trip and that was rare.

It was nearing the beginning of fall and things were beginning to cool down. It was Thursday afternoon and it was getting late. For most of that day James had off, it was a slow work day and he didn't need to oversee much as everything was working quite well. If anything he would have to check back in on Monday. Today, was mostly rain, and it didn't let up at all, a constant downpour since he'd woke up. It was days like this he enjoyed the rain was peaceful and if Lilliane was home it meant a day with her.

James was nestled into the couch in the living room, his legs rested on the table in front of him and he had tuned into some classic movie channel and was barely following the plot of the film. "Hey baby, how's an old movie sound?" He called out to Lilliane. Sometimes she would join him and cuddle up to him and the two of them would keep close and other times she might be doing something on her laptop, doing her nails, or something of the sort either way the were still enjoying the company of the other.

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Lilliane was pursuing a career in education, so unfortunately for her, she still had quite a few years left of schooling. So for now, she worked as a secretary for a law firm. Her boss was an increasing stress in her life; he judged every little thing about we and what she did. If her blouse was wrinkled, she'd hear about it. If she looked tired, she'd get harassed for being bored. Today, Mr. Lawrence's complaint was her nails. They were painted but had a few chips and that was unacceptable.

After the stressful day, she came home and swiftly changed into her comfy clothing and set out to do some chores, then make dinner, then do the dishes; and here we are. The sound of the faucet running in the kitchen finally stopped and soon she entered the living room, taking a moment to decompress with a sigh as she looked over at her husband, "How old are we talking? Black and white?" She brought her caramel lips to a tired smile before starting to head towards their bathroom, "I'll join you, but I gotta do my nails too." She disappeared into the bathroom to gather some polish.

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James's eyes gandered toward her as she finished in the kitchen. She casually strolled into the living room his eyes looking her up and down as he had done every time he had seen her since they'd met. He wondered how he was so lucky to have ended up with Lilliane. Her soft sigh brought a smile to his lips, he could see she was tired and had clearly had a rough day. Her boss was a pretty significant problem. Many nights he would sit with her and listen to her as she would vent about the day she had undertaken. His heart went out to her, she had relatively thick skin but this man continued to wear on each day, there was always something he didn't like. They'd touched upon it over dinner and he had reassured her that if she'd like he would help her search for another job. He hated that she had to deal with an idiot like him.

Her question had brought a giggle out of him "Well not exactly black and white, it's color but when color had just come to televisions." He said with his slight giggle. She smiled to him and turned around and gone to the bathroom to grab the items needed to do her nails. "You know so really don't know how you put up with this guy Lilliane. It's ridiculous it's nearly every... you know what, let's not worry about that douche. I want to enjoy my night with my lovely wife and end the day on a good note." He told her as he waited for her to return.

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It wasn't long before the fluffy haired woman returned, her hands full of various jars of nail polish; clear coats, sparkle coat, and base colors. Lilliane rolled her shoulders in a shrug as she wandered over to join him, leaning over to place each small container on the table. Taking a moment to contemplate a few thoughts in her head, she moved to sit on the couch next to him, leaning against him affectionately.

Listening to his words, she shook her head and spoke through a sigh, "Its easier just to try and appease him... So I'll fix my nails." She shrugged, gazing at her nail polish tiredly at each of the small paint containers. With a few thoughts, she turned her hazel gaze to look at her husband, an amused smile growing on her lips, "You should let me paint your nails."

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She had returned with an arm full of supplies. From the looks of it, it was primarily nail polishes and a few other items. James watched her shrug as she set up her little workshop. She admitted it was easier than arguing, he nodded his head in agreement. She stood over top of the table looking down at her supplies. After a few moments she came to sit down beside him. She had pushed herself close to him as she normally had. He leaned toward her and pecked her on the cheek softly and then he resumed looking back to the screen.

His attention was beginning to space out to the TV knowing she was going to do her own thing now. In his peripheral he saw her head turn to him. "What's up baby?" He asked as he slowly broke his attention from the screen. His eyes finally broke away and locked to her hazel eyes. The smile that had spread across her face made him nervous. "Ohh what are you up to?" He asked knowing the face she was giving him. Then she asked. His eyebrow cocked in response "I-I don't know about that, that's weird. Where did that come from?" He asked nervously.

[Assistant] As his gaze turned to look at her with a response, Lilliane watched his nervous discomfort, but that only caused her to giggle, reaching up to push him slightly, "Oh come on. Plenty of guys have painted nails." She brought her fingers up to her hair, pushing her curly bangs from her eyes, "It'd be fun." She reached over to hold his hand and bring it towards her as she examined his nails, "If anything, it'll make your nails look nicer. I can push your cuticles for you." She grinned up at him with that amused smile, sticking her tongue out at him for a moment before adding, "I can use a 'manly' color if you want."

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Her giggle made James a bit more nervous. She was pretty nonchalant about the whole thing. She started to try and make a case for herself. She was right many guys did paint their nails but he didn't. It was feminine and for him it felt like it would be weird. He watched as she brushed her hair aside and then took hold of his hand assuring him it'd be fun. She looked his hands over and told him it could even result in his nails looking better afterward.

She started to get playful now he giggled himself when she stuck her tongue out at him. Her final attempt was offering to pick a manly color. He looked to her and sighed. He had a soft spot for her. "My hands can be seen though, why not just my toes..." he looked at her and thought of her day. It was the most playful he'd seen her all day. "Fine, you can do them, just no pictures, and make sure it can come off. Go crazy." He said with a stern sigh. She had never asked for anything like this but why not if it makes her happy.

[Assistant] As he offered up his toes to her, Lilliane scrunched her nose a little with disgust before stating, "No offense honey but I'm not touching your feet before you shower." She released a gentle giggle after she said this, bringing his hand up to her soft lips as she pecked the back of his hand affectionately. She then stood, releasing his hand so she could go into the bathroom and get another color for him, a happy skip in her step as she did. From in the bathroom, her voice hollered, "You should get us some drinks!" There was the sound of her scuffling in the bathroom, clinking around in the cabinets, before she added, "Also, why does it have to be a 'manly' color if you're going to just take it off?"


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Groaning under her breath. Melanie stood in front of Chase not bothering to turn around and face him she came up with a wicked idea. She had struggled with the zipper originally and it was only halfway up. She gently moved her hair to the side, exposing her neck and upper back. "Maybe could you um... help me with the zipper so I can change again? Just pull it all the way down." As she finished, Melanie's blush deepened as she knew he would realize she had no bra on since the dress had one built in. The zipper itself would go all the way down to the base of her lower back. Going that low for support of the dress. But when open, the tip of her panties could be seen. Or what should be there.

Melanie struggled with purchasing human clothes. Having no idea truly what was required. Like a bra or panties. She was slowly learning. But at the beginning of her travels here, she would just forgo the clothing and grown used to not having them. It wasn't until her last feed she realized that they were an unsaid necessities. But she didn't have any that would fit her. Until after this shopping trip she would wear the ones Chase picked out. It wasn't that she meant to be seductive. Purely coincidental given her lack of knowledge prior to this.

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Chase was enthralled seeing Melanie in the dress. His heart was racing and he stared awe struck at her. As she flipped her hair to the side and asked for help, he knew he was done for. He gulped loudly as he anxiously walked towards her. He couldn't help any longer, his cock was swelling rapidly, fully erect and threatening to burst from his pants, tracing nearly down to his knee cap from his immense and girth. As she requested his assistance he anxiously obliged, walking up behind her and placing his strings hands near the zipper. "Of course... can't have you all helpless and huge and stuck in this dress Melanie..." he said in a more sultry tone.

As his hands met the zipper, he got close. Close enough the the bulge of his immense very aroused cock pressed into her ample backside. Pressing his torso into her so there was no way she didn't feel it. Moaning softly in his breath at the contact with her skin as he slowly pulled the zipper down. Her gorgeous toned back revealing itself as he pulled it lower. Going until it stopped just at the crest of her ass that bulged and bubbled out playfully. Groaning audibly this time as she saw she wasn't wearing any undergarments.

"Oh Melanie..." He said softly as he released the zipper. Moving his strong and powerful arms to her hips, slowly moving them forward to reach the under curve of her huge belly, grasping it firmly. Moaning as he felt the huge pregnant mass. Her belly hard as a rock, barely giving at all. He pulled her back against him softly his throbbing cock pulsing against her backside. "I have to have you..." he groaned slowly pressing her forward to the changing room which the door hung wide open.

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Playing with her hair, Melanie nodded along to his words. Goosebumps littering her skin as she felt the skin to skin contact when he grabbed the zipper and began to pull slowly down. The cool air not helping her case at all as her back was exposed to him. She bit her lip as he pressed her gently into him, feeling the bulge. "Chase are you okay? What is that?" She asked curiously and in worry. He had a large bulge in his front side she could feel on her butt. She was innocent to a man's daylight erection. Wondering how she could not have noticed such a large sweet before when looking at him.

Only then did she gasp aloud as he gently gripped her hips then slightly lifted her swollen belly. But before she could say any more, she was begging guided back into the changing room with him pressed up against her. "What are you doing?" She asked curiously as the door shut behind them. Wondering if she should turn around and face him but there wasn't too much room left with both of them pressed up in here so she remained still. But she wasn't scared, merely curious. A need for him still bubbling up inside her. "Are you okay Chase?" She asked again.

The changing room itself was a tighter space with the two of them together inside but it had a floor to ceiling door that was firm with a lock. It was meant for mothers, pregnant women, and handicapped. The only other thing in the room was a full sized mirror for the customer to use.

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As Chase got Melanie into the changing room, he left go of her briefly to close the large door behind them. Locking it, quickly turning his attention back to the gorgeous woman. "I'm amazing Melanie, this is a dream come true... I can't wait to be inside you." He groaned loudly tracing his hands to his pants, quickly tugging them down as well as his boxers. His huge girthy cock bounded out anxiously, finally free from its fabric prison. His head swollen, so full of cum, veins pulsing across the thick shaft. One hand clutched his huge cock, and pressed it into Meanie's backside once more as he once again made contact with her.

He then practically ripped at the bottom of her dress, pulling it upward. Inch by inch he revealed his prize. The full length mirror revealing his impressive physics reflection as well as that of Melanie's body drove him even more insane. "Oh fuck Melanie..." he groaned as he pulled the dress up over her huge belly and full tits, the giant orbs bounding out. He then pressed her against the mirror aggressively. Kissing her neck and wildly. His cock pressing into her bare ass, feeling the dampness between her legs. "I can't wait to have you, I need you, you've never been with anyone like me." He assured her.

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Gasping, Melanie let at s soft yelp as he pressed up into her from behind, feeling his enormous cock on her ass. Now she truly knew what he was fully up to and she accepted it without argument. Truthfully, she needed him just as badly but she didn't know it. Her body called out for him to sate this flame inside her that was growing fierce in desire for him. But at the same time she was confused by her bodies reactions to this man.

She blushed and glanced in the mirror as her body was now fully exposed to him. But she didn't have a chance to look long as she was pressed into it, letting out a soft groan as the coolness hit her nipples and her belly. The kisses on her neck making her soaked with need in her privates. "Oh Chase..." she moaned not knowing what else do to as he took control fully over the situation. But the strange part was that she loved it and wanted him to control her. To control her pleasure and her body. Not regretting deciding to spend the whole day with him now.

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Chase was too deep to even think about stopping. His cock pulsed pressed against Melanie's backside, growing harder and fuller by the second in anticipation of what was to come. Without any further hesitation, he spread Melanie's legs apart with his feet and in unison guided the massive head of his cock toward her glorious folds. Pressed into the mirror fully, her huge belly and tits splayed to the sides as the head of his cock met her soaked pussy lips. "Oh fuck, Melanie..." He groaned loudly as his huge cock began to stretch her lips, slowly, his massive shaft began to disappear and press up into his pregnant lover.

His hips convulsed as she clearly had never had anyone near his size inside her. Letting go as her pussy began to eagerly take him, Chase's hands grasped the sides of her perfect belly. "Fuck it's so hard... no need for a condom thanks to this big girl Melanie..." he groaned, kissing her neck and moaning, grasping the sides of the giant dome possessively. His cock continued to be devoured by her pussy. "God it's like you're pulling me in." He explained, it was unlike anything he had ever felt with a woman.

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Melanie groaned as he spread her legs apart, the cool air hitting her drenched lips. Only to break out in a gasp as his hot pulsing dick met her folds. She tried to grip the wall as she was pressed against the mirror. Doing anything she could to grip onto something has her pleasure intensified. Moaning his name repeatedly as inch bu inch he filled her to impossible depths of her pussy. Not knowing a human cock could be so big and wide.

Melanie then grunted at his words and lack of need for a condom. Well, she didn't know if she would get pregnant or not by a human. She had yet to discover this. But she would not be denied now the feeling of being filled by his seed. Hesitantly she clenched her pussy around his dick and moaned louder, trying her best to muffle it with her wrist. "Oh Chase... oh..."


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"Adella. It's been a very, very hard day. I'm gonna throw you a bone here. I'm not gonna let you ache all night." Danny told her, watching her movements closely, even her slow hand movements, he knew she was just as volatile as he was, that one slip up could let her hit him again. "You stay here. For now." He told her, walking over to his pants and picking them up. He pulled out one more key and slid it into the door, then left the room, locking it once again behind him.

Now in the corridor, he breathed a sigh of relief and pulled on his pants, then walked to the kitchen. Once there, he found a first aid kit he always kept around, just in case he cut himself cooking or something. He placed it on the counter and poured himself a glass of whiskey. He swallowed the whiskey down easily, but after he swallowed it, he flared his nostrils, feeling the scent of the alcohol singing his nose hairs. "Damn, that's strong." He muttered to himself, then picked up the first aid kit. He walked back to the bedroom he'd piled her into and unlocked the door, quickly stepping in and locking it behind himself again.

"Right, sit on the bed, we're gonna do something about these cuts and bruises." He told her, walking over to the bed and placing it down on soft mattress. He patted the space next to him and sighed. "Hurry up Adella, I don't have all day." He muttered, rolling his eyes as he said it.

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Adella was looking out of the window when he came back in, carrying a first aid kit. She was seeing if she could just jump out of the window, but it was painted closed! And even if it wasn't, it was a long, straight drop down, not even a pipe she could grab. When he ordered her over to the bed, she took another deep breath and steeled herself. She was doing well so far. Adella could keep it up.

So she walked over to him and slowly climb onto the huge bed beside him, and she could smell whiskey on his breath, but he seemed calmer. She waited patiently for him to start treating her, taking deep, slow breaths to keep calm. Yet another personality. Perhaps she should start keeping track of them. Adella began to think of anything she could while he touched her, her body still feeling confused even though he was just treating her wounds. Wounds that he inflicted, yet he acted as if she just ran through a field of cacti. Like it was her fault?

Damn it. The more she thought of it, the angrier she got. Closing her eyes, she concentrated on a particular song that she always enjoyed, softly humming to herself to distract her from the entire situation, her body slightly relaxing beneath his touch.

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"Sorry, had to take a drink, stressed as fuck." Danny told her, seeing as though she seemed to slightly recoil at the smell of the alcohol. "You drink?" He asked, opening the first aid kit and pulling out some Band-Aids. He also pulled out some anti-septic cream and unscrewed the lid. He squeezed some of the tube's contents into his hand and began to apply the cream gently to her cuts, then, he peeled the back off the Band-Aids and slowly, gently applied them over her cuts, making sure that the bandage part fully covered her cuts. He kept his eyes off of her the whole time, making sure to pay the most attention to her injuries that he could. Once he finished, he closed the box and smiled at her. "That feel any better?" He asked, smoothing his hands over her arms.

He sighed, watching her somewhat confused expression and listening to her continuing to hum. "Listen, I'm sorry for hitting you so much. Truth is, we're both just as scared as one another. You're beautiful, intimidating, tough as fuck too. Not to mention that your old man is one of the hardest acts out there." He admitted, biting his lip in apprehension to her response.

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Wouldn't he know if she fucking drinked? Adella wanted to snap at him, but instead bit her lip softly, pausing her humming. "I drink sometimes. Mostly absinthe." She replied softly. Admittedly, her cuts did feel better so she nodded when he asked if it felt better,his touch surprisingly gentle, but she still tensed beneath his touch. Still avoiding his eyes, she played with a strand of her hair, listening to his explanation of his abuse. Yes. Because she talked back after being kidnapped, that gave him every right to literally nearly kill her. But she knew better than to fight back at the moment, so Adella thought her words over and spoke carefully.

"I can... understand why you would be... nervous. My father isn't known for his mercy. But... how long have you been watching me, Danny? Why not just approach me, instead of hurting me. Hurting us both." Her large eyes glanced up at his neck and face, marks from her nails and fists evident that she put up a decent fight, a small burst of pride in her chest. She wasn't as weak as people thought.

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"That's nice. I have absinthe if you need it, little bit strong for such a little lass though." Adella laughed, the thought of her drinking absinthe tickling his funny bone for some odd reason. "He really isn't. I don't even do things that are too bad, but I've been warned enough times not to attract his attention. Evidently I didn't listen..." He muttered.

"A while..." He started again, "Probably about 2 months. I don't know everything about you, but it started by researching about your dad. And then you came up... And I knew what I had to do... I know it's pretty shameful but, you know. He would literally murder me if I tried to approach you. I know I'm not that ugly. I have a pretty respectable degree, but not like I chase it. And you're literally overwhelmingly good looking, probably really well educated. Most of all you're rich out the ass. Dudes like your dad don't take kindly to people like me chasing their daughters." He laughed, shrugging his shoulders in resignation.

"That's honestly just how it is in this world." He told her, not like she could even really relate to him on that though. She was miles above him and he knew it.

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Adella considered taking him up on his offer of absinthe, but his joke about her size made her frown slightly. She was self conscious of her small stature, hating that she struggled to reach things and had to look up at people most of the time. Plus, she had to keep her wits about her. Two shots of absinthe and she was a giggling mess, so she smiled softly and shook her head, declining silently.

Looking back over the past few months, she remembered seeing his face around a lot, peering in from windows or around corners, even remembered one day she thought he looked attractive and she felt like an idiot. He was right under her nose the whole time. But hearing him speak about himself made her look down in shame. Adella hated when someone talked bad about themselves, especially comparing themselves to her. They didn't know how she watched her father struggle for years, the amount of times the house they were living in was shot up when she was just a child still made her hate guns, or how she ate canned beans for a whole week because it was all they had. Her father built a small empire, and made sure that everyone knew it. He wasn't scared to end someone who wronged him.

But still. Kidnapping Adella was probably the stupidest thing he could have done. Her father would comb the entire area, and then raze it to the ground until he found her. It was only a matter of time. "So you kidnapped me for ransom then? I can literally just go home and write you a check. You don't want to go the ransom route, Danny. You won't get money out of it." She continued to speak softly, but mainly because she was exhausted and still in pain. Her eyes looked up to meet his, hoping to see some rational thought in there.

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"Well, that's fine too. Not gonna make you drink or anything." Danny shrugged, pursing his lips together, he then sucked his teeth and sighed. "Honestly. It's not for ransom, really. I was just saying that I could take you for ransom, should I need to. I have plenty of money. Seriously." He told her. "Not everything's about money, Adella. You see. I'm lonely. Both of my parents are dead, I have no friends, I can't really talk to people. I spend most of my time secluded in these same four walls you see." He told her, pinching his nose, as if he was holding back tears.

He sniffed gently, then sighed. "Again. It's just for company. I become infatuated with you. I thought you were gorgeous. The perfect woman, I was obsessed with you. I needed to have you. But there's this god damn obstacle... your dad, his goons, and my own confidence." He muttered, avoiding her gaze suddenly as she looked into his eyes. "Fuck. Don't... look at me like that..." He told her, holding his hand in front of himself to push her away.

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Jesus, just when she began to warm up to him, he literally goes to push her away. She was just looking up at him. Adella quickly looked down and sighed, placing her head in her hands. He seemed pretty confident sticking her in his trunk, hitting her like she was a man or forcing his cock down her throat. But she had a feeling like he wasn't lying. And she knew he would hate to feel her pity, she hated when people pitied her as well, but she couldn't help it.

Suddenly, she yawned and rubbed tiredly at her eyes, avoiding his eyes again as she ran her fingers through her hair while looking longingly at the pillows. Adella understood his loneliness, she didn't really have any friends, everyone looked at her with fear or disdain, so really all she had was her father's men for company. One of them even persistently asking her out on dates. Apparently the word 'no' wasn't in any males vocabulary. Scoffing softly, she shook her head to get rid of the thought of Rick, then kept her eyes on her lap, seeing the bite mark on her thigh from earlier.

"I... understand, I suppose, Danny. But I'm tired. I'd like to sleep, please. Perhaps we can continue what the next step is tomorrow?" Adella asked politely, not waiting for a reply as she laid down, covering her naked and aching body with the blanket, sighing softly as she kept her eyes on the window.

[User] Danny watched her lay down and cover herself with the blankets. He sighed and leaned in, tucking the blankets underneath her. The room wasn't exactly cold, but he just felt the need to wrap her up and make sure she felt some twisted sense of safety. "Goodnight, sleep well." He smiled, going to the door and unlocking it, he went into the corridor and closed it behind him, locking it and going to his own room, where he soon managed to fall asleep.

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Adella felt him tuck her in and looked down, not knowing how or even if she should thank him. Logic and reason has left the building. There was just nothing that made sense. She imagined his charming brown eyes and large smile, that under any other circumstances would make her swoon, but it'll probably just haunt her dreams at this point. And she'd soon find out as she slipped into sleep quicker than she expected, curled up in the fetal position beneath the blankets.

Waking up in a cold sweat, she gasped and sat up quickly in bed, the morning sun just started rising over the horizon. Panting heavily, Adella looked around, dazed at the strange surroundings, then remembered yesterday's events, covering her mouth as she dry heaved, looking down at her body and just solidifying that she was indeed kidnapped. That she felt SORRY for him? Beginning to look around the room, she looked for anything that could be used as a weapon. Anything that could save her. She didn't even have clothes! Panic started coursing through her, her chest tightening slightly. A small whimper sounded from her lips as she curled up against the headboard, keeping the blanket around her to cover her nakedness.

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As the woman woke up, Danny rose from a chair that he'd placed in the corner of the room. "What do you eat for breakfast?" He asked, tossing a bundled up bunch of clothes across the room and onto the bed, sort of happy she hadn't instantly noticed him when she woke up. "And no, I wasn't watching you sleep or whatever. I've been here about five minutes." He told her, then walked over to the window, it was bright out now, and she could definitely see that the house was very, very isolated. Especially when placed in comparison to the rest of the city which the two of them lived in.

"You'll be fine. Stop pretending you're sick or whatever. I'm not gonna hurt you anymore. I even decided to let you eat." He sighed, pulling out his phone to keep himself busy. He went back to the chair and turned around in it, facing away. "Make yourself decent, would you? I thought you might like these clothes. Pretty simple, but you know. I don't have women's clothes." He told her, pointing towards the bundle of clothes he threw to her. In the pile was a simple black shirt, a thrasher hoodie, a pair of boxers and a pair of jogging pants. "Don't worry, the underwear are fresh and the rest is washed." He reassured her, keeping his back to her.

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Hearing the voice from the corner, Adella yelped and fell off the bed, making her groan and slowly stand, rubbing her head as she looked at her captor, her anger quickly returning as she glared at him. "Forgive me if I'm being inconvenient. I had a horrible dream I was kidnapped and abu---oh, wait." She growled at him, but grabbing the clothes quickly to hide her nakedness. Of course everything was baggy on her, but she usually liked loose clothes. It was comfy. The shirt fell to her upper thighs, and though he offered her a pair of boxers, she just put the pants on, deciding to go commando. And then slipped on the hoodie, glad that it hid most of her curves.

Adella still hadn't looked him in the eyes yet, and she wasn't sure she was going to. His personality could flip at the smallest things, and she didn't feel like dying today. Moving to sit on the end of the bed, she played with string on the hoodie and mumbled softly, her legs swinging back and forth slowly off the edge of the bed. "I like French toast... please." Adella stalled, hating that her manners wouldn't let up even in this scenario.

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"Kidnapped and abducted are pretty much the same thing you dumbass." Danny laughed, hearing the clothes shifting onto her body through the somewhat silent room. "You know. For what it's worth, you're not so bad. Pretty funny actually." He laughed again, turning around after the sounds of moving clothes had stopped. "Ah, good, you're not butt naked anymore." He smiled at her, actually seeming pretty happy compared to the last day. His cuts and bruises she had given him had seemed to all form scabs by now, and she was still covered in the plasters.

"French toast? You like coffee?" He asked, opening the bedroom door and gesturing for her to follow him into the corridor. "Now. I know we got off on a terrible, terrible foot. But I can honestly cook really well. So I think you'll be impressed." He explained, then walked into the room and pulled her up by her hand, leading her out into the corridor and down to the kitchen. "Okay, just sit, I'll get you fed and stuff, then we can talk more. I'll be much, much kinder this time, I promise." He told her, flashing her a bright smile as he did, making sure not to show his teeth.

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I was going to say abused, dumbass, though she did blush when he called her funny. And she hated it. She didn't want to blush like some stupid school girl. Adella wanted to hate to hate him, but she couldn't concentrate on that when suddenly her stomach growled just before Danny grabbed her hand and led her out of the room. Shock and surprise made her eyes widen as she was taken to the kitchen. It was a decent house, she had to give him that. Pretty, but isolated. He did seem... slightly more stable, and the fact that she was out of the room lightened her mood a lot. And the fact that he said he wanted to talk. That helped a lot.

Adella could talk herself out of nearly every situation, negotiating a skill she picked up from her father. Her father who was probably sending out what she called 'trackers', men who could find anyone. Adella slowly sat at the table and bit her lip softly. What was she meant to say when they found her? _Don't kill him, he just abducted me because he was lonely?_ That'll go down well. She saw his smile just before he left, but still didn't look into his eyes, instead just offering a quick smile before she looked down at the sleeves of the hoodie, picking at a loose thread. She was hopeful, but it was a dangerous thing. If she got cocky or to heated, all of this work would be worth nothing.


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Maggie always enjoying clubbing. Though the experience could be a little disorienting; the music was loud, a majority of people were drunk, and it was easy to lose track of time. She couldn't find her friends, but she didn't much care. If there was a problem, they would find her. Maggie moved with the crowd, the beat bringing life back into her soul. She wasn't much of a dancer, well in public at least, but she did enjoy it.

The hot air smelled of stale alcohol, cologne and all manner of other nightly scents. The club normally smelled this way, making the experience all the more memorable. She felt her body sway to the music, sending an odd relaxed feeling to cross over her. She chuckled softly, running her fingers through her hair as she slowly weaved out of the crowd. She approached the bar, flashing her fake I.D. She ordered a shot of whiskey, happily downing it as it was placed back on the counter. Maggie slowly sat down at the bar, turning her head to observe the crowd.

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Ben had watched her come out from the dance floor once he noticed her. He couldn't say he recognized her, he couldn't place her face from anywhere on campus, which immediately caught his interest, but as well, he could tell just by how she swayed and moved to the music, she looked to be ready to indulge a night of benders and ecstasy. Had that look of a young woman who wasn't raised well, and gladly took her frustrations out on vices to help relax her mind. Seen it before, and they were easy to get. They usually only wanted one night stands, nothing more, and they'd prefer you out of their bed once the morning came so they didn't need to see the regret on their face. He was more than happy to leave while they slept off the hangover. Once she sat down, he watched her down the shot of whiskey and take a moment to breath and see the crowd as he did. How best to approach her? He could order a drink, she didn't seem interested in a soft drink, and probably wanted to get hammered. This was where his own fake ID came into play.

Just because he wasn't drinking didn't mean he wouldn't have an ID. He ordered her a Whiskey sour, and once the drink was put in front of her, the bartender pointed out the buyer. When Mag looked over, she'd see him with a small smile, and giving a wave.

[User] Maggie frowned as the drink was placed in front of her. She opened her mouth to respond before the man was pointed out. She raised an eyebrow, running her finger along the rim of the glass. She didn't know him, but granted she didn't know a lot of people. Especially men who bought her drinks. But that's exactly what she wanted. All she had to do was flirt a little bit and get all that she wanted. It helped if they were already drunk, but she could work with either. She turned towards him, taking her glass before approaching him. She took a sip as she approached before sitting down on a stool next to him. "Not even going to check and make sure I'm of age? Buying random girls drinks at clubs could land you in serious trouble," She shrugged, sipping the drink, raising an eyebrow with a smirk.

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"I'd be more worried about if that ID you flashed was fake than buying a drink for a lovely woman." Ben commented, looking straight at the bar self in front of them. "At least I have the advantage of a simple mix-up and the fault of the bar keeper giving you another drink. But, I'd feel silly discussing the issues of underaged drinking, and the socio-political environment of college aged young adults having to feel like they need to buy women drinks to get their attention without at least asking what your name is?"

Ben had such a smug grin on his face, clearly being sarcastic as he spoke. Hard not to have some sort of charm if you're able to be coy and snarky. "I'm Ben. Pleasure to meet you, miss..."

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Maggie smirked, sipping the whiskey once again. She flashed him a smile before responding. "Maggie." She responded simply with a smile. "So what are you doing down here besides buying a young adult a drink to get her attention." She leaned forward ever so slightly with intrigue.

He was certainly a character that's for sure. She was quick to make a quick profile of him. Her eyes scanned over him. If he was wealthy, he didn't seem to flaunt it, but with the way he held himself certainly appealed to the idea. She had seen her fair share of rich men, most only ever after one thing. Hell, a majority of men at clubs all sought after the same form of pleasure, whether that be of the physical kind or emotional kind. It was enjoyable to lead them on, make them get confident and cocky, make them believe they're gonna get some and then leave them hanging out to dry.

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"Lovely name." Ben complimented, which he was honest about. Foreign names that are uncommon can be quite beautiful to hear from native speakers. "Same old, same old. Join friends for a night on the town, distress from the week, and do your best to forget the misery come Monday." For when classes started up again and they they all had to act like adults again. "But, seems I've lost my friends. And instead, I've ended up in your company, which, no offense to them, is much better I imagine." He again complimented, looking into her eyes. He leaned his head onto his hands as he talked, admiring her gorgeous skin color, and beautiful eyes.

He always did enjoy Latinas. Either they were nice girls who fell for every compliment you gave, or they were Maggie here, not willing to take shit from anyone, and were looking for a fun time. The more he spoke, Mag would have a better idea of his accent. Very British, Received Pronunciation as it would be called. It was odd in the company of so many other Americans here, but certainly he found it added to his charm that he was something almost 'exotic.' Who doesn't even a silver tongued English gentlemen, with a voice so smooth, it was like moving your hand over carved marble.

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Maggie chuckled warmly, at his response. His accent was smooth and rich, only increasing her over all interest in the man. She had met a few Brits in her time, but they never really stuck around. Though she knew this trick. Hell, it was one she used quite often, Spanish is a romantic language after all.

"I appreciate your compliments and the drink, but if you're looking for a partner for the night, I suggest you look else where. I can even point you in the direction of some women who will be more than happy to let you shove them down against a bed. Or you can always hire a prostitute to do it for you," She shrugged, taking another drink.

Maggie paused for a moment before downing the rest of the glass, placing it back down on the counter. "I'm a bitch you don't want to get involved with," She said simply, gently reaching up to tussle his hair before taking a step back.

She offered him a small little wave and a wink before she sauntered off back into the hustle of the party. Hook. Line. And sinker.

[Assistant] She was good. Ben watched as she left and entered back into the group, adjusting his glasses again. Playing hard to get, and wanting him to follow her trail. They were playing the same game. Well, far be it from him to be one upped. Finishing his own drink, Ben gave a tip to the bartender, and took off his jacket, handing it over to a friend of his. Ben wore under it a black T-shirt, and quickly made his way through the crowd to find her again. He imagined she'd be on the dance floor, trying to attract attention. Doubtful she was gonna try sitting out the rest of the evening elsewhere. If there were other eyes on her, she probably wanted to set up competition between them all, see if anyone was worth a shot. Ben felt like he was going to win that easily. The hard part was never that he couldn't prove himself, but that he wasn't simply all show, not tell. Mag would find Ben was much, much MUCH, more than she could ever possibly imagine he was.

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Maggie rejoined the crowd, allowing the music to direct her once again, the beat sending life and purpose into her body. She already knew that he had followed, he was an ambitious man, much like herself in fact. He didn't want her to win, it's possible he underestimated her, most did. But she wasn't going down without a fight. Maggie slowly moved towards the center of the crowd, catching eyes and gathering attention when needed. She made a few flirtatious remarks towards other men, toying with them like a dog on a leash, but ultimately leaving them to wait aimlessly for her to return.

From first glances you wouldn't really see the muscle she had accumulated over the years, but it was certainly present. She wore a short black dress that proudly displayed her toned body, one she was quite proud of. Fighting was a dangerous sport, but one hell of a workout.

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When she turned around, Ben was right there, casually dancing to the new song that began to play over the speakers.

He had snuck up on her without her noticing. "You're good." He told her, giving a wink and a big smile her way. While the other men could wait, he wasn't. She wanted a challenge, he was gonna give it. "And here I thought women didn't like to tease. Well done to prove me wrong." He joked, dancing in circles around her. He danced well, casually moving about to the beat of the song. He seemed to have a better way around his own feet than the other men she flirted with did. Ben didn't simply take MMA lessons for fun, and certainly didn't have to do dancing/gymnast classes to impress women. Ben enjoyed building up skills for different purposes. Some were for pleasure, some for business, and some were because he had to make someone his bitch.

[User] "One of the best." Maggie shrugged simply, continuing to dance to the song, ensuring she kept in time. She continued to dance and sway to the tune, not stopping at her flirtatious gestures towards the other men, testing to see if how much he was really trying. Maggie purposefully brushed up against other men, dancing with them for just a moment or two before she moved onto the next. The music and the alcohol helped aid her in her seduction, liquid confidence burning through her body at each step and touch.

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When she turned to face Ben, he wasn't standing where he was anymore. Somehow, he ended up behind her again, without alerting her. "Maybe you try too hard." He simply commented, almost like he wanted to scare her with his sudden appearance out of nowhere. Now, Ben normally wasn't as creepy as this, but he felt like being playful in his own way. Which is that he's better at being sneaky than her, and enjoys toying with people. She could act the tough girl all she wanted, but he knew she was interested in him. The body language, flirting with the other men, all to see what power she could sway over them all. Didn't help that the shots were likely affecting how good she thought she was being, but hey, who could doubt such confidence? When Ben looked to the other men though, none seemed willing to join in with her as Ben stayed so close. The way Ben eyed them, when he looked at her, he had the eyes of a suave, cheeky Brit who was lookin' to score. When he looked to them, it was much more intense. Like he wanted to scare them away, even as his smile stayed the same. One guy tried coming up to her, but Ben simply, and naturally cut between them as he continued to casually dance.

"I wouldn't try yet." He simply told the other guy, leaning in so he knew Ben wasn't backing down yet. If she didn't want him, he believed she would certainly push him away. He wouldn't try so hard with a girl who said no. There certainly were others in the bar he could go after.

But why give up on the girl playing hard ball because she has an inferiority complex?

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Maggie smirked as he reappeared behind her. "A bit ambitious aren't you?" She laughed softly, continuing the dance.

She remained on the dance floor until the song ended. Maggie smiled at Ben before turning once more. She started towards the door, the night slowly starting to get to her. She glanced over her shoulder, offering Ben a small wink as she flicked her head forward.

She wasn't sure whether or not she trusted him. Though she really didn't trust many, so it wasn't such a big deal. She pushed open the door, taking in a breath of fresh air, the music slowly dying out behind her.

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Ben had barely broken a sweat while on the dance floor. He kept calm and cool as he followed Maggie, keeping instep every time she tried throwing him off her scent. "Too much to handle?" Ben asked her, a retort for how she was too much to handle. When she finished and signaled him to follow, his smile grew, knowing he got her. He walked behind her, stretching his neck side to side as he followed the Latina. Once outside, Ben gave his own deep breath, taking in the cold air to cool off his warm skin.

"I must say, your dancing... could use an improvement." He teasingly joked, walking up besides her. "I wouldn't say it brings shame to your culture, buuuuuuuuuut... it's a start?" He had another big grin on his face as he looked back at her.

[User] Maggie let out a soft laugh, raising an eyebrow as she looked back at him. "And what do you suggest?" She asked, running a hand through her dark hair. Her arms crossed over her chest, her weight shifting to rest on one leg. She leaned forward ever so slightly, biting down on her bottom lip with a smirk.

[Assistant] "Well," Ben began to say, turning to face her. "I could teach you some of what I know. Head to my place, or yours, and show you some moves." As he said that, he stepped forward, their bodies only an inch or two away from each other. "Might be a bit rough, if you're okay with that."

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Maggie smirked, gently running a finger down his chest, tapping just above his waistline. "I find your confidence rather amusing... though I don't want to ruin your night, I unfortunately am not a woman who just puts out for any man. You might have to try a bit harder than that." She murmured softly before taking a small step back, the smile still resonating on her face. "I'm rather complicated," She chuckled softly.

Was she being difficult on purpose? Yes. In all honesty, she was rather interested in him. But if she jumped at every sexual advance towards her, she would be no different from a harlot in the streets. If she was going to get down with anyone, an established relationship would have to be in order. She didn't want to waste her time after all. She wanted a connection with someone. It made enjoying the pleasure of the intimacy all the better.


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Nadia looked at the young girl blush as she spoke about something she was interested in. "I haven't done it before either, so we can learn about it together. I do have a contract I got some help from my lawyer and we could talk about what we want and don't want. I would like the idea of you moving in. If that is something you don't want I understand. But know its an option. Obviously, as your mistress, I would be taking care of you, and I do have money to spend on you."

She ate a little more of her food before taking another look at her. "I do want to admit because I don't believe in lies. The orgasm was the test. I didn't know if you knew that and I don't want you upset me. It's not a usual test, normally we just prescribe pills and send you on your way... but something about you." She explained looking at her for a moment.

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Amber listened to what she said about a contract and wanting her to move in, nodding lightly as she thought about it. She was used to living alone for the past few years but she wouldn't exactly mind living with someone as that meant that she wouldn't live fully alone, would have someone there which is what she always wanted. She had been about to respond when she spoke again about the test, blinking lightly as she nodded in answer.

"Well I wouldn't mind working out what we both want and don't want from the contract. As for living together that's fine with me as well, I live alone so I could move in quite easily if you want. I'm honestly all for this if you are, I'd like to see where this goes for us," she said softly with a smile as she took a few bites of her food.

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Nadia looked at her and smiled. The woman spoke about living together and she got excited just thinking about it all again. "Well, I am glad we can work on that. When we decide we want things to start between us then... you can move in right away. I have enough room and we can share a room or in the beginning, you can have your own area, in case you don't like that idea." She said realizing she may have come off as nervous.

"I will admit I have never done this before, but I know I want this. It's not just about our submissive and dominant relationship, I do want a relationship, relationship. So if that is something you want as well, and would be willing. I know you said you never had been with a woman, I am lesbian so its just women for me." She looked at her and smiled. "It seems I am rambling. I apologize." She said with a slight chuckle.

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Amber listened to her words as she sipped her wine, taking a bite of the lasagna as well. She was surprised when she said she wanted a real relationship along with the dominant and submissive dynamics, her blush intensifying a bit. She did find the woman attractive in both looks and personality, she was just a bit scared as she had never been in a relationship with another woman. She chewed at her bottom lip as she finished talking, giving her a smile as she was a bit excited about all of this.

"Well I am ready to start whenever you would like, although I'm guessing the contract would have to be straightened out between us first. But we could always have a session before that, just to see what we're getting into with each other and to make sure it suits each of us as well, at least in that way," she said softly as she took another bite of food. "I just hope my inexperience with women won't put you off..."

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Nadia looked at Amber and smiled. She seemed so nervous and she found it very cute. She took a sip of her wine before outstretching her hand to touch her and let her feel her warmth. "It's fine, I don't care if you have experience or don't with women. You aren't getting cross with my lack of experience with this world that I want but have never had. Only what I have read and learned."

"Amber you are gorgeous and just amazing. The contract can start as soon as we want it. Of course you will have to make sure it's something you want but from the minute we both sign it I hold true to my word. But on paper it will say a date that's also having the same date of me referring you to someone else. I don't want us having people with patient and client relationship stuff. I already broke a rule with what I did at the office today. I don't need any more trouble."

She smiled at her as she stood up and grabbed dessert, a lemon meringue pie and served her a slice. She then went and grabbed the contract. "It will say I want this full time. You can still work and have a life, I just want to be let in to your heart like a real relationship I want communication, honesty and loyalty. This sill be monogamous unless we both decide we want to add something for kinks etc."

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Amber looked to Nadia as she touched her and spoke, feeling a bit more at ease with what she said. When she spoke again she blushed to the compliment and nodded lightly. "I figured you would refer me to someone else since we will be intimately involved now," she said softly as she watched her grab the dessert, the lemon meringue pie looking delicious and made her mouth water as it was one of her favorite pies.

She looked up as she grabbed the contract, nodding to her words. "Okay then, I don't have a job at the moment since I was just laid off from my previous job due to lack of work... so I really could do the 24/7 submissive if you wanted me to. And that all sounds perfectly fine to me," she said softly with a light smile.

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Nadia looked at her and felt her body twinge with delight. "Well I wouldn't make you get a job, if you want your focus can be household tasks." She smiled gently as she took a piece of the pie.

"Yes I will be referring you. I am delighted by our way of working together and to start something. I mention kinks on the next page. But you will get your own room but I will want you to share my bed at night." She looked at her and nodded gently. "Are you upset about what happened at your office?"

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Amber blinked in surprise as she said her focus could be household tasks if she would rather not have a job, thinking it might be a bit nice to not have to work at least for a little bit. She listened as she spoke again, nodding lightly until she asked about the office visit. She looked to the woman and shook her head lightly as she took a bite of the pie.

"No I'm not upset. If anything it was the best and most relaxed I've ever felt," she said softly as the tartness of the lemon filling mixed with the sweetness of the whipped topping made her mouth water even more. "Do you regret doing it or something?"

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Nadia watched the girl eat the pie,was she teasing her, or was Nadia's body on fire with lust and wanting of the girl. When she spoke about regrets she shook her head violently. "I regret nothing. You are very beautiful, Amber. I'm honored you are spending this time with me. Letting me enjoy your company."

She ate a bite of her pie before pouring more wine. "We'd go on dates and do couple things to. I don't want you thinking I'm just using you for sex and household chores." She looked at the contract before flipping open the page. "Kinks, I'm open to a variety of possibilities, pet play interests me, to vacuum beds and latex to medical play even. What don't you like and we won't do it?" She asked as she ate another bite.

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Amber nodded to her words when she said she regretted nothing, glad that was the case as she took another bite of the pie. She looked to her as she spoke of still going on dates and such, glad they could still have some normalcy that she was uses to as well. "Well of course, I know that's not the case. If it was you wouldn't be doing all that you have," she said softly before looking to the contract as she flipped it open to the page about kinks.

"Pet play is something I'm interested in as well. As for what I won't do, the only things I have found that bother me would be toilet play and no feet. Other than that, nothing has really bothered me," she said softly as she looked to her, smiling as she finished the slice of pie and poured a bit more wine into her glass as she sipped at it.

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Nadia looked at her as she mentioned she wouldn't do it before looking at the contract. "I am glad you understand my point of view." She listened as the girl spoke about toilet play and the feet thing and she shook her head. "I am in agreement as well. But to hear that you are good with that. Of course, we would discuss before we do anything but I don't want you surprised when something happens, that's all."

She looked at her as she sipped at her wine, Amber sat there, so beautiful. "So, this is something that really interests you? We can pick a calendar date to begin." She said looking at her gently. She wanted to kiss her and just to spend the night together but she didn't want to scare her off or seem forceful.

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Amber was relieved that they were on the same page of what she wouldn't do, nodding lightly to her next words. She drank from her glass of wine when she spoke again, giving her a smile when she finished speaking. "Yes it really does interest me, I'm actually quite excited to start," she said shyly with a light blush as she took another sip of her wine.

"We can start at any time. Like I said we could even have a session together beforehand if you would like. Even tonight if you wanted to," she said softly, making it just a suggestion as she didn't want to seem pushy. She just found Nadia to be quite attractive in more than just looks and wanted to see exactly what they could do together in the privacy of her home with just the two of them there. She also wanted to kiss her, as if to get a taste of her to see if she was as sweet as she looked and seemed.

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Nadia looked at her as she drank her wine, the way she elegantly sat with the black of her own dress and little flowers. Imagining what it would be like to fully strip her of it. She then looked at her and let a small grin come to her lips. She ate the last bite of her pie as she kept her eyes on the young girl before dusting her hands on the napkin and pushing her chair back to stand.

She walked over to her and leaned her chin upwards, placing a kiss on her lips she soaked in her taste. "What do you have in mind? Cause I know I had that kiss in mine for a while. Tell me and hopefully I have it in my-our playroom." She said looking at her taking in her sight before kissing her again and soaking in her taste. "If you are done of course. I am getting a tad impatient."

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Amber had just drank the last sip of her second glass of wine as she saw Nadia stand from her chair without a word. She watched the woman come around the table to her, blushing as her head was tilted up and their lips pressed together in a kiss. The contact sent her heart racing as she tried to focus on her words, the second kiss almost taking her breath away. It took a moment for her to catch her breath as she looked to Nadia, a smile gracing her lips.

"Yes I am quite done. As for what I have in mind, that kiss was definitely one thing. But for some others, maybe being tied up and whatever else Mistress desires," she said coyly with a smile as she looked up to her, finding it to be quite the turn on with just Nadia being above her from the kiss. Her hands reached out of their own accord, gripping the woman's hips lightly as they trailed up her sides a bit.

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Nadia looked at her gently as she blushed. "You are cute when you blush. I like to see more of that." When she mentioned being done she smiled liking to hear the words of mistress and being tied up. She looked at her carefully knowing she had a lot of different things planned for the pair if she liked it. When she felt the girl grip her hips she let a small moan escape her lips before kissing her again.

"Come on then, I know exactly how I want to have you." She broke back a bit and grabbed her hands carefully wanting to lead her up the stairs to her playroom. The door was open and filled with every toy imaginable. She didn't get to play with any of them but she watched and learned all she could. With no one to talk to it was mainly from imagination and online forums. "We should for sure have a safe word, what do you think?"

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Amber felt a warm shiver of need roll down her spine when the woman moaned, kissing her back lightly. She nodded to her words as she let her take her hands, following her through the house to the playroom she had mentioned. She was surprised at all the toys she saw around, wondering if they would be able to use them all some day. She looked to her at her question, thinking for a moment.

"Hmm well it might sound a bit cliche... but what about pineapple? Or even red?" She suggested as she looked around, letting her fingers trail over a vibrator and a flogger curiously. She wondered what it would feel like to be whipped by the flogger on her ass, that thought making her a bit more turned on as she looked to Nadia.

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Nadia's heart was racing as she saw her in the playroom as she looked at all the different things. "Pineapple sounds fine or red, whichever you prefer. Do you want pineapple for reaching my limit and discuss and red for a full stop?" She asked wanting to keep things simple between them.

She walked up slowly behind her and wrapped her arms around her hips. "I like seeing you in here, you are so beautiful. I am getting all sorts of ideas of how I want to tie you up. Do you want to be surprised or would you rather it more simple or even complicated. I do love seeing all the different ideas that are of being tied up. So let me know what you like, tonight is going to be all about making sure you are pleased out if that's even possible." She said as she moved her hair and planted her lips on Amber's neck and gave small kisses.

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Amber looked to her as she spoke and nodded lightly. "That sounds good for using both," she said softly as she kept looking around, surprised when she felt the woman's arms wrap around her hips. She savored the warmth and feeling of closeness as she spoke, her words only furthering the fuel of her desire and arousal. She blushed as she felt her hair moved from her neck, being replaced by Nadia's lips as she moaned lightly and tilted her head to the side to give her more access.

"Mmm I like the sound of that Mistress... as for how to be tied up, surprise me," she said with a smile, turning her head and letting her lips brush against her cheek in a playful kiss. She was beyond excited to be doing some things with her that night, excited to see exactly how they meshed together in the heat of the moment.