Thread: The Arrangement (Translucentfeathers & Father Figure)

God did he love the moments like this. He could see her moving about, squirming, and after that beautiful piece of information she had shared he could only envision what it must look like beneath that clothing. The bare flesh pressing down, grinding, the muscles tightening as her legs flexed the tiniest of bits in response to the natural desire she was feeling for him. Because it was natural, no matter what the current culture was trying to tell a woman, for them to appreciate a man who was straight forward, dominant, and utterly capable of having their way with a woman. His eyes slowly slid down her body, not making any kind of attempt to his obvious interest in her and he could tell he was smiling, no...smirking. He smirked at his imagination feeding him all sorts of delicious thoughts about that lovely flesh. Did she shave fully or just clean herself up a little? Was she wet and slick, wondering how far she would go this evening? Tantalizing, delicious, wicked deviant thoughts burning inside of his mind. He dreamed for a moment he could smell the scent of her arousal on the air, the hint of it making his mind cloudy, but he knew that was merely a silly dream...at least for the moment. She had asked a question and it was only reasonable to provide her the answer, now wasn't it? That voice was smooth and matter of fact as he replied. It means that you aren't here to just be a spectator, it means that you're interested in being a participant. The only real question is who you're going to participate with. Most men would have perhaps asked at that point, most men would have shown a bit of caution and concern, but really was she there for a man who was so overly concerned about what was occurring that he had to question his every motion and act? No, that was not the kind of person she was there to meet. So many of the men in the room had a little wrist band claiming that they were a dominant male, but he should have had a different one. He was the wolf in sheep's clothing, the one who would have his way...and he would fucking make her like it. His hand came out to touch her knee, turning slightly as well to look towards that dance floor. A dance floor full of debauchery at it's finest. Nubile flesh and devilish hands finding their way into all sorts of predicaments before their very eyes. There was something absolutely outrageous about seeing men and women engaged in this kind of behavior, baring their flesh to the world, tits and ass exposed for all to partake in. Sometimes it became a bit overwhelming really, the boundaries that most had being broken without even an uttered cry of denial, but for him it was as if he found comfort in the one place that accepted that kind of behavior. Across from them, deeper in the floor, people gathered round to watch the hard fucking of the one of submissive women that had decided to attend that evening. As her whimpered moans began to fill the air this man leaned in...not even caring about what was occurring, but definitely drawing Claire's attention to it. For a brief moment he practically nuzzled her as he did so, his nose flaring slightly as he took in the smell of her beautiful hair. She had exposed her flesh and he took advantage of it, his tongue coming out to catch one of those piercings, tracing the metal before caressing over her ear. That hand on her knee creeping even further up. He was not hesitant about it, the hand on her flesh was a steady one and more than that was strong...viciously so. Those fingers digging into her skin without remorse. His voice whispered low, quiet and teasing. Would you like to be her you think? On display for everyone to admire? Is that the kind of woman you are, wanting them all to see and show their jealousy as they dream of being you? Or are you the quiet one, desperately hoping nobody notices you opening your legs...that nobody sees the sheen of wetness on your beautiful, tight, perfect little cunt?