Thread: The Girl from Haven (Skye Pilot & Love)

Julian was already debating on what to do to this ingenuous looking girl the moment his deep blue eyes devoured her figure. As she walked into the foyer of the mansion, the sweet, exotic fragrance of the perfume she was wearing. Nostrils flared just a little, enjoying the light scent fully. The clothing the girl wore made her look almost like an adult, though the smallish rise of her bust, hidden beneath the shirt made it perfectly clear she was not. In addition to that, her cute little face gave away her youthfulness even further. He pegged her at about 16, but judging from her figure, she could be younger... and possibly still a virgin if he was lucky enough, though either way it did not matter much to the man. The way she was dressed, along with the way she presented herself conveyed to him that her cherry had been stolen some time ago. Most of the girls Haven took in had been at least somewhat promiscuous, as it was an easy way to barter for what was needed when living in a back alley, or abandoned warehouse. The infusion of her choice of clothing, combined with her natural look made the man want to take her, have her, right there and then. Julian was able to stifle the wants and needs for now, quickly regaining his focus. Very few of the girls Haven had sent him stirred such sexual hunger, but something, possibly everything about this new girl made him famished with lust. From the first glance towards her face, Julian had been smitten, simply mesmerized by her eyes. A tantalizing mix of innocence and life flowed from the sparkling orbs, his instant attraction towards this girl growing by leaps and bounds. Standing in front of her after he locked the front door, he got lost in her eyes for just a moment, almost as if she had cast a spell on him. I do have some work for you, Julian told her with a happy smirk. Haven rarely told their girls about what kind of work their clients had enlisted them for, letting them figure it out for their own. Im Julian, he said, offering to shake her hand as a polite gesture. Lets discuss this over some tea, shall we? Follow me, Turning around, he led her down a long hallway, hearing the sound of her heels echo against the walls and arched ceiling with every single step. One side of the hallway was adorned with paintings, along with a few vases and sculptures sitting neatly upon pedestals. The other side of the hallway was glass, looking out over his moonlit property. There was not another house in sight anywhere, just lazy rolling hills to the horizon. How long have you been with Haven? Julian asked, looking over his shoulder to her. Am I the first client they have sent you to? He had a feeling she had not been sent out to anyone yet, but he wanted to know for sure. The kitchen was as grand as everything else. Large enough to feed an army it would seem. The floor tile was a lightly textured dark gray stone, matching the solid marble counters. Dark oak cupboards lined the walls, hiding their contents. There was an island in the middle of the kitchen with extra cooking surfaces, along with a spot to eat, marked by a small row of barstools. Have a seat, he motioned with his hand to do so. A kettle was being kept warm on the stove, not boiling, but still quite hot. Taking out two cups and matching saucers, Julian placed a bag of black tea in each. The work you will be doing tonight is rather personal, he told her, pouring the water into the cups, a few small wisps steam rolling off its surface. In fact, you could call it intimate, He chuckled a little, pretending it was a joke. Moving towards her, holding each of the saucers in his hands, he offered the one in his right for her to take. Time for the first trial of the evening Julian sadistically thought to himself. He wanted to give her a little test before her real work started, just to see how she might react. Plus, he was craving to hear the first of many pain laced screams flow from those perfect candy lips. Just as Amber reached for the saucer, he tipped it over, making it look like a clumsy accident, the cup shattering into pieces on the tile floor. The dark, hot liquid spilled all over her hand and fingers, getting a bit of her wrist and arm in the process. Oops! Oh, Im sorry! he faked the sincerity. The tea was not hot enough to blister her skin, or leave a permanent mark, but it would scald some of her skin. Quick, lets get some cold water on there, Julian said with false concern. Leading her over to the sink, he turned the cold water on, helping her to sooth the stinging pain of the burn. Such soft skin he thought to himself, guiding her arm under the cooling water.