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Thread: Dominating the School (google-Dakest_fate)

Pushing the skirt back down was realling meaningless, all it could really do was slow him down and even then not for too long. If he wanted her skirt to be up then it would just be a matter of pinning her down with his body and pushing her skirt up... she wouldn't be the first to have that happen to her on that very couch and it was unlikely that she would be the last. Denzel had an appetite, his libido was something that could not be brought under control easily and he saw no reason to have it brought under control. For the past few days since he had started at the school he had been suffering from a near constant hard on but rather then taking a more active stance on that arousal he had instead chosen to sit back and let it run its course until he was ready to make his move. Emma might have come here to tutor and if the rumors he had heard were true she might have even arrived as a virgin... but Denzel intended to make sure she didn't leave as a virgin and maybe even knock her up. He was pushing the skirt back up again, enjoying the way her pale skin and freckles matched her hair so wonderfully, every inch exposed getting her closer to the inevitable as his cock grew harder and stood up further against the shorts he wore. Then she did the one thing he didn't expect though, the coy smile and the interesting little offer she made... he had expected her to try and grab his wrist or slap him but to try and negotiate... certainly unexpected. Of course what she was offering was not going to be enough, not by a long shot but it did demonstrate that there was a starting point that he could work from and it made for a more interesting challenge to Denzel. A peek, you really think that I can be so easily manipulated? He asked with a grin as he pushed her skirt up a little higher now, knowing just a few inches away from seeing a peek of her panties while at the same time reaching out and swiftly undoing a few buttons from her blouse, showing a few more freckles below her neck. I can honestly have a peek from you at any moment I choose... if I want then I could just take your clothing and make you dance to get it back. An entertaining thought but it could be put off for a little bit as he took hold of her arm. How about this for an idea... He said after a few moments though, moving her hand over the large bulge in his shorts, feeling his body respond to the touch. You were sent here to help me study and if I tell the front office that you showed up and then left without putting in any effort to help me learn it would look bad... might hurt a letter of recommendation for that Ivy League University you would love to get into... so you give me a bit of a hand job to keep things under control while I study and then after twenty minutes we can negotiate for a little bit more. Of course there was going to be more, the letter of recommendation comment was a shot in the dark but he suspected it would be a good one, she did seem the super driven type.
Thread: Dominating the School (google-Dakest_fate)

Stone was tempted to simply say yes, yes, she did think he could be so easily manipulated. He hadn't proven any different since she'd walked through the door. Even now, with his hand playing with her leg, he was proving it. Stone did hazard a quick glance at his crotch, noting the rise there and briefly wondering if it could possibly get any bigger. The stories mentioned members being quite large, but Stone had always assumed they exaggerated. That was the point of an erotic story exaggerating the details to make things hotter. They didn't generally mention that the girl might feel her skin crawl as the guy leered at her, not unless that guy was going to be beaten up by the real lover in the next few sentences. Somehow, Stone doubted another guy was going to come bursting through that door any time soon. She felt buttons pop on her blouse and she started slightly, her eyes widening for a moment. Really? He was really just going there? He certainly thought quite a lot of himself. Stone couldn't help but be at least a little impressed, a little in awe of his pure balls. And there was that hint of flattery too dozens of girls in the school, several who would have no problem parting their legs for a smile, and he'd elected her first? And somehow she was the one causing his hands to wander? It was, sadly, one of the biggest compliments Stone had ever received, especially being picked over, say, Kaley or Kate. Maybe he just didn't like blondes as much ironic, given the tendency of the stories Then he took her hand and Stone gave him another hard look. She removed her hand slowly, rising to her feet and inching away from him. Okay, look, I get that you're horny, whatever. But if you wanted a bimbo to fuck, you should've went for one of the blondes. I don't do that. And I assure you, the office is going to listen to me over you any day of the week, especially, she smiled a tight smile, if you keep sexually harassing me. Now, keep your hands to yourself, she smoothed her skirt and then reached down, working at the buttons. Stone felt so confident that while she worked the buttons, which were proving slightly harder to refasten than they were to release, that she didn't really pay attention to Denzel. He was all bluster he had to be. It wasn't like he was going to just throw her on the ground and have his way with her. just behave, and I promise I won't ruin your reputation for the rest of the school, she finished, not bothering to look up yet. Why bother? She was in total control of the situation.
Thread: Dominating the School (google-Dakest_fate)

It seemed as though her little offer, her sad little attempt to negotiate with him was little more then an attempt to get him to focus again because his counter offer was blown off right away. He had heard rumors that she was a virgin by choice because of how focused she was at school. The fact that she was a virgin was of course another reason for him to pick her over the others, fresh meat was always a lot of fun to start off with while the others might have more experience but less interesting. She would help him out with the others and learn what he liked at the same time. As she stood up he watched her, a little irritation flashing in his eyes, his cock was hard to the point where it was practically painful and if you looked you might even be able to see it starting to stick from the edge of the shorts that he was wearing, the dark head visible and a little slick from the precum leaking out of it, the past few days without a release was certainly uncomfortable. She seemed to be having some trouble with those buttons, distracted perhaps, unused to such persistent attention? Few young women were used to how direct he was with these things... let alone the bookish virgins. Well it seemed like he was going to have to do things the hard way which was going to suit him just fine, the walls were thick concrete covered in plaster to make them look better but they were perfect to keep him from hearing the next door neighbors and vice versa. You aren't going to ruin my reputation at the school, you are going to help me cement it... He assured her with a smirk on his face as he stood up, quickly grabbing her by the arm and as he sat back down he forced her to turn and pulled her so that she was sitting on his lap, his legs positioned to force hers open wider. See I am planning on shaking things up at the school, dethroning the queen bee and putting myself at the top of the social ladder. One hand reaching up and resting on her neck, not squeezing but a simple enough little threat, if she screamed then he could squeeze and stop her in moments, his other hand returning to her thigh, this time slipping up beneath her skirt, slowly sliding up the smooth skin, perfect and without a blemish. Of course I think it will work out much better for me if I have someone who knows the lay of the land by my side... now you can join me willingly or I could just make you tell me what I want and enjoy your body while I do that. Maybe she thought she was in control before but she had to learn that he was in charge, the Alpha male would always get what he wanted and no matter how strong the female they would end up serving his needs... a point that he highlighted as he ground up against her, letting her feel the obscene size of his rock hard cock beneath her, his breath hot on her neck as his lips brushed over her, knowing the sensitive parts of the body to tease and work with, wanting to make sure that she was nice and ready when he fucked her... wouldn't do for his new slut to not enjoy herself and spread that rumor around the school.
Thread: Dominating the School (google-Dakest_fate)

Cement it? Stone finally jerked her attention away from her buttons, wanting a clarification. She found his arm about hers, tugging her off balance. The girl knew she was no physical threat, not to him. Still, it shocked her to find him so effortlessly moving her body, pulling her where he willed. So many of the stories had mentioned this, mentioned being at the mercy of the strong man, his hands fondling soft flesh and taking what was his. When Stone had read those stories, her heart had raced, her fingers had danced, and she wondered, if briefly, what it would be like to be in a situation like that. now, as Denzel placed her skirt covered rear upon his lap, Stone knew. She also knew that she should be rejecting him out of hand, should feel instantly repulsed. her mind screamed at her to do precisely that. But part of her remembered that fantasy, and noted how easily she was falling into it. That part felt his legs part hers, the air opened all the way up to her pantie clad sex. That part heard his words, the promise. It felt the hand upon her neck. Felt another hand travel up the soft, sensitive flesh of her inner thigh. Move up the social ladder? Stone mentally substituted fuck for move, and felt like the sentence was probably more accurate. no wonder he'd started with her. Start at the bottom and fuck your way to the top. Rage mixed with the helplessness, and Stone fervently wished that she'd tucked some mace away in her bag when she'd come to this apartment. Look, just let me go, she said, fighting the waver she heard in her voice. You don't want to start with me. What kind of reputation is that? Fucking the nerd. They're going to think you're out of your mind. Just let me go, and I promise not to tell anyone about this, she felt his cock grinding against her ass, and again wished that she had worn jeans, khakis, hell, just pants of any kind. His breath puffed against her neck, making her skin feel hot wherever it touched. And that cock kept grinding against Stone's ass, reminding her of all those stories. Just let me go. I'll be more help to you that way, she insisted, fighting to keep her voice calm, steady. He still seemed to be thinking, still seemed to be stuck in the talking part. Maybe she could get lucky, talk her way out of it. That never seemed to work in stories or in films or what have you, but maybe it would work now. Stone couldn't think of any other options, short of attempting to attack his crotch, and something told her that wouldn't end well for her.
Thread: Dominating the School (google-Dakest_fate)

It was cute, she really didn't seem to understand how valuable she could be to him. She saw herself as the nerd and outsider, he had no doubt she resented those who had pushed her further into into the fringes. Oh he would give her a chance at revenge on those that she disliked, give her a chance to lord over the British girl who had taken her name. I'm starting with you because you are the most useful to me... you can tell me everything I need to know and in return I am going to give you something as well. He was past the point of talking about what he had in mind, instead he was just explaining it to her as he grabbed at her panties, fingers gathering the material at her crotch and then with only a small bit of effort tearing them away, hearing them rip, his hand coming from under her skirt with a handful of fabric that almost seemed to match the uniform she wore. That same fabric, held in his hands, raised to his nose so that he could enjoy the scent of her body, unspoiled virgin. His hand was moving again a moment later, tossing the torn panties away from him and then moving to tug down his shorts, even with her in his lap it wasn't hard to lift his hips, his cock free in a moment, standing over a foot long and as thick as her wrist, the balls hanging beneath it similar in size to one of her clenched fists, a near perfect example of the male anatomy and it was because of this monstrous blessing that he was in a near constant state of arousal. He could feel it against her skin now, her warm thighs pressing against it, so close to what he NEEDED. You call yourself a nerd but that is just a category you are letting others put you into, I see a smart and extremely attractive young woman who lets others decide who she is. His voice low now, a whisper thick with need, moving his hand from her throat to pop open the buttons of her blouse, the other hand slowly starting to tease her bared slit with just the tip of a finger, avoiding the little bundle of nerves that would soon be the focus of attention. I am going to offer you freedom... you can be whatever you want, I am going to dethrone the bitches that run the school and take their place... if they make me happy then I will be allowing them to stand at my side... but since you are the first you will be the one in charge... bottom bitch to use the 'street' talk you probably expect. Mocking her now, fingers no longer just teasing but starting to enter her, finding her body wet, preparing itself for the intrusion that was coming. I will give you whatever you want... if you want to have the other Emma walked around the school on a leash and forced to service you whenever you want then you will have it... all you need to do is give yourself to me.
Thread: The Corruption (CandiedCreativity & HotTexasCowboy)

The non-descript dark brown Ford pick-up truck slid to a stop down the block from Collin and Jodie Meeks' suburban home. It had been there before, off and on, the last two weeks or so, at different times, although usually late at night. Martin had been careful not to be noticed by the occasional police car thar might patrol the toney neighborhood. He had rented another vehicle, a Toyota sedan, his first week, and traded it out for a Dodge van the second. This wasn't the only area he'd watching. There was a law office in a skyscraper downtown he'd kept tabs on during his mission. He found he could walk into the office almost once a day, delivering packages, dressed as a courier, bringing in water bottles for the fountains, and would hardly be noticed. A few casual conversations with a receptionist or secretary, and he'd found out what he needed to know. Fortunately, Collin Meeks need not be a factor in his plans, after all. Martin had come to town prepared to deal with Collin however necessary to accomplish his aims, but the attorney had to make a ten-day trip on company business. He'd be out of town, hundreds of miles away, giving Martin complete freedom to go about his business without interference. Martin Provost's aim had nothing to do with Collin Meeks, after all. His reason, his only reason for being in this city so far from home was Jodie, Collin's wife of almost two years. Martin didn't think of her in those terms, of course. She wasn't anyone else's wife. She was his, snd always had been and always would be. Since he met her in college, where he was the big football stud and she the lovely - no, beautiful - underclassman, he knew she belonged to him, the same way his mother had belonged to his father. To honor, serve, and obey. True, she hadn't seen it that way, and broke up with him even before he left to play pro ball in the European leagues. After three years, he returned with a nice nest egg, ready to enjoy the life he wanted, which included the girl he wanted. Wanted didn't necessarily mean loved Martin's feelings were more that he'd decided to possess her and make her the companion he deserved. He would teach her how to be his, and, over time she would learn. The first act was to be played out tonight or this morning, actually, as it was well after midnight. Collin was gone and Jodie was alone in her house. Yesterday, he had found a ground-level basement window and jimmied it open. Tonight he need only slip in and make his way to Jodie's bedroom, and then her lessons would begin.
Thread: The Corruption (CandiedCreativity & HotTexasCowboy)

Ten days. Ten days without her husband and without any responsibility for cooking meals and doing dishes. It was almost like a vacation, though Jodie would never describe it like that aloud. The redhead kept in contact when the man wasn't in meetings or sleeping on a different than usual schedule, and she still kept the large house looking nice and neat. It had only been a day, but she even missed the man that constantly kept her company. Like when on a vacation, she was feeling home sick. But of course the redhead wasn't going to let that get her down! She sat in front of the television with a bowl of popcorn while she watched America's Next Top Model. Oh come on! Megan looks way better than Rachel! The young lady through a piece of popcorn at the TV and ran a hand through her beach wavy hair. Her mossy green eyes left the chick show for a moment and she let out a gasp, realizing that it was past midnight. She clicked the television off and put the almost empty bowl on her bedside table so she could deal with it later when she got up. For now she needed to go to sleep. Jodie pulled her long waves out of her face with a hair tie, leaving it in a messy bun, and adjusted her tank top. She didn't wear bottoms to bed, especially since she had shaved and lotioned up earlier before sitting down for the marathon of her favorite show. Finally the red haired girl got underneath her covers and shut her eyes, ready to get her beauty rest in. The fan clicked almost soundlessly as usual, putting the girl at ease even though she didn't have a warm body to cuddle up to for this night.
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Thread: Secret Attraction (Charlmeister / jackdlemon)

The bell rang, signaling the end of the English lecture, and the end of the day. Everyone was moving around chairs were scraped back against the hardwood floor, books were snapped shut and everyone's footsteps sounded like a stampede as they filed out the room, eager to either go home or get to their club meetings. Inoue Orihime heard none of it. Her hand was at her jaw, her gray eyes focused on nothing in particular and her fingers drummed a dull, off-beat rhythm against her desk. The only thing she could hear was the echo of her thoughts, repeating the word that one of the men had used to describe her. Trash . She remembered his face his pale face and black lips, the streaks down either of his cheeks that looked like tear stains. His dull green eyes. She wondered if Kurosaki thought of her the same way. She hadn't been able to cheer him up earlier. Neither had she been able to help him when those two guys clad in white had come and fought him. Her face throbbed from the memory of how hard she'd been slapped and she pressed her fingers to her cheek, gingerly massaging the flesh in circular motions. She wasn't capable either of cheering him up. Rukia had though. At least that made her happy. Inoue, Inoue! C'mon, class is over. Her friend, Tatsuki Arisawa, waved a hand before her face then poked her forehead. Inoue looked up at her, pulled from reverie and she looked around the classroom empty except for them. Oh! Sorry, I didn't know, she said with a sheepish grin. She suppressed her feelings and put on a smile. That was her habit. She knew already that Tatsuki knew something was bothering her but she hoped she wouldn't ask about what bothered her. She didn't, though her look conveyed she wasn't convinced by Inoue's sudden change of mood. Picking up her bag, she slung it over her shoulder and walked with Tatsuki outside the classroom. She looked around outside to see if she could catch a glimpse of Kurosaki but he was nowhere in her periphery. She sighed to herself, a soft sound that Tatsuki didn't hear. She left her friend at her club meeting, and decided she didn't want to stay, lying to Tatsuki that she had a migraine. By the time she got home, it was dark. She opened the door to her home and slammed it shut behind her, she went inside her room and stripped down to her underwear then flung herself on her bed. She forced her lethargic body from the bed and took a quick shower. She decided she wasn't hungry tonight and sat on her bed, in the dark and laid down, clutching her pillow to her person. Now she wasn't tired. She just thought back to the person who called her trash. She didn't even know why it bothered her so much but the word, spoken with such apathetic disdain, was stuck in her mind.
Thread: Secret Attraction (Charlmeister / jackdlemon)

In a large, almost empty room, two men in white stood before a telegraphic three dimensional projection. ONe of the men had dark skin, and braids. His eyes were covered over by some kind of dark visor. His purple hair hung loosely at his back. He stood with his hands, fists clenched, at his sides. There was a deep frown on his face, and with the way he looked it was hard to imagine anything else. The other man was a little taller than the first. His hair was a medium shade of brown, and cut short. His hands were casually held behind his back as he smiled at the image in front of him. On screen, there was a young, red-headed woman, who couldn't have been any more than sixteen. She lay on her bed, clutching a pillow, as if it would be capable of protecting her against some unseen nightmare. Lord Aizen. A deep voice said from behind them. You summoned me. Both me turned to the figure, without changing the looks on their faces. Ulquiorra Cifer. The more relaxed man said. It's good of you to come. I have something for you to do. The man only nodded. His strange eyes moved beyond the men in front of him, towards the young woman in tears. Yes. The leader of the Espadas said, closing his eyes. His smile widened ever so slightly. The woman you see behind me is the same one you encountered the other day, with the shinigami. I see. The pale figure whispered. Do you wish for me to destroy her? No. The man with the braids said, a little louder than was called for. You are to bring this woman back, alive, and unharmed. Aizen, as his sergeant said this, only bowed his head as if he was doing his best to keep from laughing at the underling's need to assert himself. Go now, and be quick about it. The pale figure didn't move, but changed his stare, aiming it at the leader. Do as Tousen says. Aizen said with a smile. Yes Lord Aizen, and with that the fourth Espada vanished. It didn't take long before Ulquiorra found himself in the world of the living, and less time than that before he found himself staring into the window of his target, still clutching the door. He thought for a moment of bursting in, but some of the debris could cause harm to something so fragile. He decided on the door. He walked over to it, ripped it from its hinges, and stepped inside. Lord Aizen wishes for your company. Come without resisting, and no harm will come to you.