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Thread: Secret Destiny A Harry Potter RP (Ruphhausin and me)

When Draco had knocked on the door, the sound had shocked Ariana so much, not only did she drop her text but she almost fell off the seat, catching herself just in time. She stood, hoping whoever knocked hadn't caught her little moment just then, brushed herself off a bit and went over to the door to unlock it and see who was there with intent to tell them to buzz off. However, when she opened the door and saw Draco, she was in shock. As per her usual reaction when he was around, she started to get fidgety and began wringing her hands behind her so he wouldn't see how nervous she was. H--Hi Draco. She greeted shyly. What brings you here?
Thread: Secret Destiny A Harry Potter RP (Ruphhausin and me)

Draco smiled, doing so in a honest way so that she could see she didn't have to be too nervous around him. He reached down and picked up her book, handing it back to her as it had fallen, right on the page she had been reading. He didn't want her to be too concerned with anything, as he spoke very softly and directly. Ariana, I was wondering if you would mind if I shared your compartment. I really do not want to deal with any of the people I used to spend time with, and I hope that would be alright with you.
Thread: Secret Destiny A Harry Potter RP (Ruphhausin and me)

She took her book from him with a soft smile. Thank you. If it had been anyone else, she would have told them to keep it moving but considering it was Draco Malfoy that was asking her, there was no way she would turn him away. After all, who knew if she might get a chance to be in such close proximity to him again. Sure Draco. She smiled as she set her book down on her seat. Come on in. She went and sat back down, not quite returning to reading
Thread: Secret Destiny A Harry Potter RP (Ruphhausin and me)

Draco shut the door behind him, and he sat down smiling. Ariana made him smile, but he didn't always know why. That was part of her mystique, and he didn't really want to know everything about her just yet. He knew some things already, and he was satisfied with that for the time being. He looked at the book, interested in what she was reading but trying not to pry. So, tell me, how do you like school so far? Anything giving you any trouble? He let her see in his eyes that he was interested, especially in her.
Thread: Secret Destiny A Harry Potter RP (Ruphhausin and me)

Her cheeks tinted as she caught on to his interest. She was usually as good at reading people's eyes as she was at reading books. So far not yet. I've had the summer assignments done since the two weeks after we left for the summer and I've read ahead at least two chapters in every text plus did extra research. She smiled still shyly. What about you Draco?
Thread: Secret Destiny A Harry Potter RP (Ruphhausin and me)

Draco was impressed, having taken time off during the break to get as ahead as he could. I think we are both pretty much on equal footing, Ariana. I like to read ahead and get a better understanding of things. I don't try to cast spells or use potions before classwork though. Not that I doubt my ability, it is just better when you have someone there to help you make certain your ideas and measurements on things are correct.
Thread: Secret Destiny A Harry Potter RP (Ruphhausin and me)

She smiled, glad to have someone on her equal footing and level within their house. I agree. Sure the texts have pictures showing how to hold the wands but it's much better to have the professors actually show you the motions. Just as with the potions, Professor Snape keeps a ready eye as we brew and can pick up on mistakes we made or are about to make, taking action if things are about to get too dangerous.
Thread: Secret Destiny A Harry Potter RP (Ruphhausin and me)

Snape is.... well.. Snape. Draco wasn't being insulting in any way, rather he was explaining that the Professor's dower disposition had purpose. He always wanted people to take things seriously when needed, and with things they way they were still, even a little trouble was more than should be tolerated. I am certain that I can help if needed. He smiled at her, wanting her to feel that she was never alone in anything.
Thread: Secret Destiny A Harry Potter RP (Ruphhausin and me)

Ariana smiled when Draco offered to be of help. She knew by looking at his eyes that he meant it. I'd appreciate it Draco and I'll do my best to be of help to you too. She gently placed her hand over his. Don't hesitate to come to me if you need to talk about anything, not just school.
Thread: Secret Destiny A Harry Potter RP (Ruphhausin and me)

Draco smiled, very intrigued at Ariana being so bold. He had been taking his interest slowly, but he could see in her eyes, that there was more than just mild interest in her eyes and look. Tell me, Ariana... what else would you like to talk about?
Thread: Secret Destiny A Harry Potter RP (Ruphhausin and me)

If you don't mind, I'd like to ask you about the people you hang around. Like Pansy, how can you stand her? She's always trying to cling to you. He would catch just a hint of jealousy in her voice. She's not even pretty yet you allow her so close to you. She pulled her hand back before continuing. Then there's Crabbe and Goyle. Everyone can see how stupid they are. It's amazing that even Hogwarts accepted them in the first place.
Thread: Secret Destiny A Harry Potter RP (Ruphhausin and me)

Well, for starters... I am not hanging around them any longer. Both Crabble and Goyle..... their families' influence got them in. As for Pansy.. well you no longer have to be jealous of her. I have made it very clear that I do not want her around... let alone doing any imitation of ivy on me. He was honest, as he didn't see any reason to lie. He was growing up, and learning more about the world and what really is going on out in it.
Thread: Secret Destiny A Harry Potter RP (Ruphhausin and me)

She giggled. Let's hope she doesn't do a Poison Ivy on you in retaliation. It didn't click with her that Draco might not know who she was talking about as she visualized Pansy coming up with something to control him. As for Crabbe and Goyle, at least you don't deal with them any longer. Even though she did blush at his comment about her being jealous of Pansy. So, is there any girl you're interested in? She asked casually, even though she did have an idea she was on his list
Thread: Secret Destiny A Harry Potter RP (Ruphhausin and me)

Yes as a matter of fact. Although you shan't worry about Pansy, as she will have her hands full with other matters. She is on the disciplinary list these days. And right now, you are the only girl I am interested in. Draco saw no reason to dilly dally about things, and he ate a bit of one of the things he got to nibble on on the train while he waited for her to process that statement.
Thread: Secret Destiny A Harry Potter RP (Ruphhausin and me)

She shrugged when Draco told her that Pansy was on the disciplinary list. It was bound to happen, the way she acts. When his admission that she was the only girl he was interested in sunk in, she blushed. Really?
Thread: Secret Destiny A Harry Potter RP (Ruphhausin and me)

Draco nodded, smiling softly and wanting to not think about his old crowd. He wanted to focus on her and just on that. He wanted to get to know her much more, more so that they would be able to enjoy each others' company much more.
Thread: Secret Destiny A Harry Potter RP (Ruphhausin and me)

I'm flattered. I honestly never thought you'd be interested in quiet little me. She smiled. She honestly hoped he wouldn't think differently of her if he were to find out she was raised by muggles or what her father did to her over the breaks
Thread: Secret Destiny A Harry Potter RP (Ruphhausin and me)

Draco smiled, her honesty a bit disarming. He reached out and caressed her hair and face, something about her making him very understanding. He didn't touch her in any bad way, wanting her to know that he would respect any boundaries she wanted him to. He was going to find out all he wanted to know about her, eager to help her in any way he could.
Thread: Secret Destiny A Harry Potter RP (Ruphhausin and me)

Ariana blushed as he caressed her hair and face. She reached out to touch his cheek in return, her fingers shaky get gentle all the same. She wanted to know so much about him. She had heard rumors but wanted to hear the truth from him and get to know the real him. So does this mean I get to know the real Draco Malfoy?
Thread: Secret Destiny A Harry Potter RP (Ruphhausin and me)

Yes... the new and improved real Draco. He could not fail to remark on that, as he was much different than before. Things had changed, especially with many people now in Azkaban that he knew and now knew not to be like.
Thread: Secret Destiny A Harry Potter RP (Ruphhausin and me)

Well then that's the Draco Malfoy I want to know. She gently cupped his face in her hands. But if you feel at any time you have to mention things in the past for me to better understand you, feel free to. I promise not to judge. She meant it too, she wasn't the type to judge a person on their past if their actions now were different
Thread: Owning The Barkeep's Daughter (MoonsBlackWolf x HotTexasCowboy)

Anthony ran his hands through his hair, his eyes looking at the papers, his profits. He slammed the profits down on the table as he looked around, noticing that his bar was barely managing with 6 customers in it. He didn't know what he was doing wrong, but he obviously was doing something wrong. His phone rang and he looked at it, scared that it might be him... and it was. He was yelled at for not paying his rent, and that he was trying to scam the rich man, the owner of the building he rented for his bar. Rebecca, or Becca as she liked to be called, came to her father's bar after classes like every night. It was cheaper to hire your own family than to pay an employee to run the bar. Besides, there was never enough business to need more than one bartender. As she looked around into the nearly empty bar, she sighed and walked to the lonely bartop where her father sat leaning over some paperwork. Hey dad, how's it going? He turned and gave her a grim look, shaking his head. We're going to have to shut down soon unless...unless a miracle happens.
Thread: Owning The Barkeep's Daughter (MoonsBlackWolf x HotTexasCowboy)

Becca had spent the time that day imagining her life if things had been different. If her mother hadn't died the bar would be successful as it had before and her father wouldn't have needed her assistance to keep the bar running. She could have gone to college full time at the one of her choice instead of the convient one. She would've been most of the way through her degree by now and could've had a normal young adult experience. Perhaps she might have found someone to date and eventually love. Instead she was sitting in her father's broken down bar in a booth nervously awaiting the man who wanted to buy her time. Nether Becca nor her father actually knew exactly what Chasen Frost wanted from this deal outside of her time. It had not been explained to her father and so she didn't know what the man willing to bet so much money on the bar would desire when they were alone. Did he just want a friend? Surely a charismatic man like Chasen could have a million friends he didn't have to pay for. He was handsome and wealthy, he didn't need to pay for a date. So why? What were his motives and why her of all people? It was hours later that Chasen finally arrived at the bar and she watched as he approached dressed in his suit that a part of probably cost more than her entire outfit. He walked in confidently but she watched curiously as her father stood up and walked over before Chasen could even get close to the booth. When her father told Chasen that he was declining the offer, she was shocked and it showed on her face. Dad, wait... she started but Chasen convienced him to take a moment before making the final decision. It was a little surprising that her father decided to not join in on the conversation but she couldn't blame him. What dad would want to really hear the details of what would happen once your daughter was sold? Becca gave him a little nod, letting him know what she was fine. If he was looking for emotion in her face it would be easy to see. She was nervous, concerned, embarassed, curious, and underneath it all was a certain level of suprise that he would pick her. Mr Frost, I wouldn't immediately declare you perverted as up to know I haven't has a clue what you really want with me. You don't need to pay for friends I'm sure. You are...well, handsome and could easily get a date on your own. If you needed sexual companionship, you could've bought a whore or escort. So why you are interested in a poor barkeep's daughter is what concerned me. But to hear that you are doing all of this to get a date with me....it doesn't make sense, why didn't you just ask instead of paying thousands to get it? I suppose your ideas of exploration and boundaries is what makes the difference and it makes me nervous. But I love my father and this bar and the least I can do is try for him. So...I accept your offer of dinner. she ended, her nervous rambling finally over. Becca was looking into his eyes the entire time, watching for his reaction and to see what he was holding back from her.
Thread: Owning The Barkeep's Daughter (MoonsBlackWolf x HotTexasCowboy)

Very well, Chasen nodded. Why don't you reassure your father we're just going to dinner, and then we can go. He stood by as Rebecca had her conversation with Montgomery, and then held the door for her as they exited. The walk was short, and quiet. As they entered the restaurant, Frost was greeted by name and obvious gusto by the owner, where he was a well-regarded, and well-paying regular. The owner ushered Frost and his date to a small private nook just off the main restaurant. They were at a small round table alone, surrounded by black curtains that cordained them off from the rest of the customers and muffled the light banter of the other diners. Frost politely held Becca's seat for her to sit, then waited as they got through the preliminaries of ordering drinks and dinner. Chasen settled back in his seat, taking a sip of his drink, and fixing Rebecca with a steady gaze. Putting his drink down, he tried to explain his wishes. What I am looking for, Rebecca, is honesty. Honesty and control. I wish us to explore certain possibilities. I am usually a pretty good judge of what people want, and what they are capable of learning to need. That's what economics is all about, you know, desires and needs, changing the desire into a need, a need that the seller can provide. But I digress. He took another sip. You are correct in that I can pay someone to obey me, and cater to my desires. But without honesty, that is simply a performance, and for me an unsatisfying one. I desire to know, Becca, which of your desires are becoming needs, how your are actually responding to whatever we may do. I trust you to always do that, based on what I've seen of you the past weeks. But also some willingness to explore your needs under my guidance. A courage to experiment with the unknown. I offer you the freedom, Rebecca, to put yourself in my hands, under my guidance and control, but knowing I will always listen to what you are really feeling. Their food arrived and they paused to begin eating. I believe for some, there is a security to place themselves under another's control, he said between bites. A security and even an excitement. Will you allow me a small demonstration? He stood and took out a short length of soft rope from a pocket. Put your hands around the back of your chair, he said softly. We're in a public restaurant, Rebecca. Nothing can happen to you here. He waited for her to comply.
Thread: Owning The Barkeep's Daughter (MoonsBlackWolf x HotTexasCowboy)

The conversation with her father was brief and she promised him she would be safe and careful. As she followed him out the door, she knew her father was watching with worry in his eyes behind her. She gazed back over her shoulder to give a reassuring smile. As they approached the restaurant, she recognized the outside but had never been able to afford such a restaurant so never went inside. Her eyes were wide as she took in the gorgeous decor and obviously high class clientelle. The owner took them to a very secluded and intimate table in the corner. It was private which could be good or bad depending on how you looked at it. She glanced over the menu and ordered before the conversation actually started. Her eyes had been focused elsewhere as she was too nervous to glance at her dinner partner for more than a moment. But when he started to speak she looked up respectfully and listened. Again she could hear untones of sensuality that made her squirm inside. When he spoke of the security of being under someone's control, she wasn't quite sure if she believe that. She had never been controlled or forced to do anything in her life. In truth she often took care of herself when her parents worked late. But she was curious to see what he meant by that and thought if someone didn't have to worry about dangers or bills then it would make life easier. A demonstration of what? she asked but the question was quickly answered as he drew out the rope and asked for her to put her hands behind her chair. She looked at him with a slight frown, judging if he was serious. Still, she hesitated but when he reminded her that they were in public where she could scream for help she conceded that she would be fine. Slowly, she lowered her arms to her side and placed them behind the back of the chair, crossing her wrists and watching him. Her breathing had gotten a little more rapid as she watched him nervously.
Thread: Owning The Barkeep's Daughter (MoonsBlackWolf x HotTexasCowboy)

I understand you are moving and making other adjustments that have curtailed your role playing. But I take responsibility for letting this thread fade several weeks ago. I am still interested in reviving it, so when you are ready to return, I hope you'll consider it. Chasen watched silently, intently as her feelings warred within her at his strange request. His heart beat a little faster when she slowly moved her arms into position, and his lips widened in a pleased smile. He rose from his seat and walked slowly around the table, drawing out the moment until he was behind her. Then he crouched down, and a moment later she could feel the soft satin rope winding around her joined wrists. Think of the strong emotions you're feeling at this moment, he said softly as he worked. We have too few moments in our lives when we truly feel. It is a treasure we suppress and deny to ourselves. The loops tightened and she could feel the tug of them as he tied knots to hold them in place. He rose and pulled his chair around the table so that he was sitting next to her instead of across the table. His near hand rested lightly on the back of her chair as he was half turned to face her. Consider the possibilities of this moment, Rebecca. This man next to you now has the power to do anything, anything to you, and you have no ability to stop me. Not of your own doing, anyway. You could scream for help, but that would still make you dependent on others to rescue you. Of your own free will, you are helpless, and in my power. He turned slightly and reached for her fork and knife, and began cutting her dinner into small bites. You could be feeling fear, or confusion, not knoiwng what I would do with this power. You could be feeling excitement, thinking I might touch your body in ways to arouse you. It is also possible you would learn to feel a sense of security. If you no longer have the power to act, then what happens to you will happen, by the will of another. He speared a bite with her fork and raised it to her lips. Open, Rebecca, he said calmly, ready to feed her. I can give you nourishment, comfort, financial security. Or, I could touch you, wherever it pleases me. As he spoke that, he raised his fingers to her shoulder and trailed them lightly down her arm to her elbow, letting them linger there and circle against her skin. I could undress and expose you, or dress you as I chose. I could place your body in positions as I desire. I could stroke, pat, spank, subject you to rough sex or gentle teasing that would have you on the edge of climax for ages. You would not have to face the distress of making choices or decisions, because that burden would fall upon me. His fingers slipped away, and he offered her another bite of dinner, then raised her glass carefully for a sip. Now, Rebecca, since I demanded honesty, tell me your thoughts at any of this.
Thread: Owning The Barkeep's Daughter (MoonsBlackWolf x HotTexasCowboy)

Hey I understand we all get busy or accidently foget threads. I'm not upset with you or anyone for that matter who delayed responses with me. I'm getting better at replies lately. Rebecca was still unsure as she watched him move around the table and behind her, the look in his face a mixture of being pleased by her actions and a predatory look that made her shiver. She glanced over her shoulder at him as his hands expertly brought the soft satin rope around her delicate wrists. He kept the rope firmly wrapped around her wrists but not tight enough to harm her or cut off circulation. Each small tug as he tied knots in the rope made her heart skip a beat. Despite figuring he would not leave the rope loose enough for her to escape, her instincts left her to pull some and test the bonds regardless. Her focus was brought back to Chasen as he moved his chair around the small table until he was seated close to her. It was slightly more alarming since she could no longer defend herself, outside of screaming. But honestly he could take one of the fancy linen napkins and stop that as well. While most would have been afraid or scared, she wasn't. There was something about him that made her feel less afraid and more...comfortable. It wasn't awkward just different than anything she'd experienced. When he offered her a bite of her food, she obediently opened her mouth to accept it, the morsel keeping her from speaking while he talked. What he spoke of was entirely true, in this state she was completely dependent on him or someone else to help her. The longer he talked it turned into a more sexualized discussion and she squirmed slightly. Her body tingled a bit as his fingers trailed down the bare skin of her arm and gave her goosebumps. The next bite was harder to focus on as she chewed and swallowed it. Rebecca was glad he gave her a sip of her drink or she would choke. It's just...I've never been asked about that kind of a situation. It's almost like being a pet or slave...waiting for someone else to take care of me or do anything I need. To be so dependent...it's a scary thought to need someone so much. she murmured.