Thread: The Emerald Estate (GrinningGentleman x Poppy)

Vivians astute eyes watched Martin toy with her knife, a smirk growing across her face when he plunged it into the desk. Even if his words made it sound like he didnt care, his actions spoke volumes. It was obvious that she had managed to cut him more than just skin deep. The way how she had used and abused his dearest sister so publicly was something of particular note. As much as she told herself to keep her mouth shut and observe the situation, she just couldnt manage it. Her big mouth had always gotten her in just as much trouble as her actions. Be careful with that blade, sweetheart. Dont want to damage the blade too much. Especially when Ill drag it across your fuckin throat and use that for lube when I fist that whore of a sister. Even with a black eye and her voice hoarse from the choking, she still was managing to be quite the spitfire. She knew that this would get a rise out of the man sooner or later, her eyes falling to her prized possessions lying on his desk. Have to have a pretty strong arm to handle it, darling. Recoils like a bitch. Almost broke my nose the first time I shot it. Dont think youll have too much trouble handling it, you look rather...sturdy. Vivian looked for a good word to describe how he appeared to her, just sitting at his desk. She raised a single eyebrow as he opened up the drawer, choosing to speak as he examined her beloved gun. It has a twin. Was trying to pull that on you to wiggle my way out of it. Hopefully you picked it up and didnt leave it to get scuffed on the dance floor. In hindsight, really shouldve shoved that up your sisters loose ass instead of the bottle. Vivian stopped talking when he noted the marking engraved on the gun. ES is on all of the guns that Vermilion handles. No one does a better job of getting such a volume into the city, especially with this sort of quality. When he mentioned the Ace of Cards, she had a fuzzy memory of the tattoo on his neck that was a reference to a card deck. And then there was the fact that she had revealed several of Emmas tattoos, some of a Queen from a card deck. Vivian was beginning to connect the dots to the situation, but it would have been so much easier if it didnt feel like her mind was in a fog from the choking and possible concussion. The copious amount of drugs she liked to imbibe certainly wasnt of any help to her current mental state either. As the handsome man disassembled her beloved gun, she scowled. But it wasnt until he mentioned her father and brother that the lightbulb went off in her head. Fuck. Was the only thought that filled Vivians pretty head as he continued to speak, pausing for her to answer. Well, suddenly everything makes sense. Emerald Serpents...the color scheme you have everywhere is a bit fuckin much, dont you think? And I love green. She laughed lightly, not disagreeing that her father and brother were very useless. I can tell by the names youre calling my family, that youve met them before. She laughed some as he got out of his chair, looming over her. But when he said that he didnt give a single fuck about herself, Vivian mockingly faked a pout. Awww, youre hurtin my feelings, cupcake. But she didnt have much time to say anything to the mention of how he owned her now, slapping the side of her face. Her neck snapped to the side from the force, her teeth bashing against her lips from the force and a small trickle of blood running out of the side of her full glossy lips. She looked up to him, licking the blood away. Shit. Your sisters cunt and my blood tastes- She started to speak as he walked behind of her, but didnt have the time to finish it. Especially when the leash was removed and yanked harshly, the tight collar digging into her bruised neck and making her stop herself short. With how light she was, it was no challenge for him to lift her up and toss her onto the desk, knocking the wind out of her. When his cock pushed into her plump rear, she could feel his hard manhood through the thick fur coat. She actually giggled when he grabbed her by her hair, giddy with delight as he pinned her head to the desk. She tried to use her sharp heels to kick out at him, but it was useless. Her deranged but cute laughter filled the room, her guards looking between themselves with concern. No fuckin wonder your sisters so fucked up! Cant get it up unless you beat a bitch? I like your style. Vivian complimented him, her jade eyes drawn to her beautiful knife as he challenged her to grab for it. A part of her wanted to, but she was smarter than that. She could bide her time, and grab a heavy piece of her disassembled firearm when he wasnt looking. Assuming she was fast enough, she could strike it with enough force at his temple to knock him out. She told me all about how your Uncle fucked her for the first time.Uncle fuck you too, take that ass cherry? Is that why you act like you have such a stick up your ass? She laughed more, at Martins expense as she couldnt believe the mess she had gotten herself into.