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Thread: Kill you, Love you

He simply had to smile to himself when Amanda called Tammy a doll - how like him she was... How intuitive she was and connected to his own reactions and perceptions - he found himself briefly liking his girlfriend again with that display of kindred spirit and deep understanding. No one else saw the world like they did and even if she didn't actually feel that way, she was still speaking his language. She KNEW he didn't really want to fuck the other woman, but it was HOW she knew that tugged his sociopathic heart strings. Her first suggestion though, actually got Reese pretty hot. Thinking of fucking the woman who would most likely weep and scream through her gag, struggling beneath him, suddenly gurgling in pain and blood pouring and violently shooting from her throat in hot waves, her life slipping away while he humped the shit out of her. And then he'd fuck Amanda to climax. Sounded like a great evening. But it was the other threat that got him hating her again. Looking at her, he frowned. That's not funny, he said seriously, smoothly standing, every muscle in his body outlined with violent tension. See, I was joking. But you have to make things a big deal by threatening me. Always blowing things out of proportion and ruining what could have been a fun evening. You know, maybe I WILL fuck her just to piss you off. How would you like that? Wanna be tied to a chair and be forced to watch? His voice had gained a hard edge to it now, just a few notches louder than it needed to be and his blue eyes were glaring and laughing at her at the same time. Reese's blood was boiling hot now and he was just looking for an excuse to fight. Who knows? You might learn a thing or two from her technique and figure out how to pleasure me better. God knows you could use a few pointers. He ended that with a mean smirk and snapped his knife shut, sticking it thoughtfully back into his pocket. Hm, maybe he'd stab a screwdriver through Tammy's eye and beat Greg with a fireplace poker, instead?
Thread: Kill you, Love you

I thought it was funny. Amanda remarked as she shrugged. Don't you dare tie me up. Were partners, I'm not your victim. She stated defensively. She was getting more and more upset with Reese as they argued back and forth. She was ready to let their playthings go, so that they would go to the police. Maybe Reese would be appreciate her more if he was in prison for the rest of his life.
Thread: Kill you, Love you

His expression cleared and he sauntered over to her, staring down at her with a knowing look and a haughty smirk twisted across his lips. Now that , was funny, he said glibly. I love how quickly you change your tune when it's launched right back at you. 'You're not a victim'? We're 'partners'? And here just a second ago you were threatening to slit my throat. And Reese's anger had dissipated when she'd suddenly bowed to his authority after he decided to fire back. She knew her place. At least she wasn't hanging all over him and hugging him now. And to top it all off, she'd gotten him aroused with that sudden rush of adrenaline and anger - not to mention the thoughts she brought to mind when she threatened to slit Tammy's throat. I forgive you, though, he said smoothly, groping her with his eyes before he continued. And I know how you can make it up to me. I want you to kill the woman. Licking his lips he leaned in close to her, stubble on his cheek lightly grazing her jaw and his heated breath ghosting lightly over the skin of her neck. I want to watch you work, he purred, the implications swarming in the statement not only for what he was asking, but what he was promising for afterward. And just as an added incentive, he leaned down and licked her neck slowly, ending it with a pinching nibble of his teeth on the sensitive flesh. Seemingly with supernatural ease, his hand found one of her nipples through her shirt and swirled his fingertips over the spot until the nub of flesh hardened and poked up like a miniature tent. Stepping back, he tossed her the knife and said, Entertain me.
Thread: Bought and Paid For

It was rainy out, everything defined by the moisture that saturated the air. The carriage was jostled as the wheels trundled through the puddles in the cobblestone road. Richard Graninger, a respectable man in his early thirties, dark eyes, brown hair cut short but with his bangs swept back under his hat, and his lips and chin framed by well-groomed and trimmed facial hair. And with him in the carriage, sitting on the cushioned seat beside him, was his lovely new bride. Tonight was the first night he was taking her home since their wedding just a few days before. Her parents had been thrilled that he'd taken an interest in their daughter and it hadn't taken much convincing for Richard to make the arrangements with them. Now, she was his. A woman to show off to his peers, who would bear him sons and who would tend to his every need. His every intimate desire. Glancing out the small window as the carriage stopped in front of a tall, black iron gate, he smiled as he looked up at the large house, all red brick and elaborate bay windows, dark pointed roofs stark and sharp against the skyline. On either side of the gate that surrounded his property, other houses of similar size and shape were situated, but none could match the sight of his. He wasn't the richest man in this city, but he was certainly the wealthiest on this street. Opening the door, he smoothly stepped out of the carriage down the small metal step and onto the walkway before the house. An attendant was there with an umbrella and opened it, holding it above the door while Richard waited at the gate. Welcome home, my dear, he said in a smooth, deep voice, offering her a charming smile.
Thread: Bought and Paid For

Abigail Hayward was the apple of her parents' eye. She was now crippled with the insurmountable weight of being the wife of a very rich, prestigious man. In turn, she was giving her own family the lineage they had always sought after, the financial support that would leave them comforted, and the confidence in knowing that their daughter was now in good hands. However, Abigail had been quite hesitant to agree upon this oath in having her hand taken in marriage, yet, no matter what she felt, her word counted not towards such. She was forced into a commitment, and scared by her own musings, she knew that this man would break her, literally. Something about him irked her, to the point where her heart was beating fretfully within her chest, threatening to escape the restraint of her ribcage. She needed to come to terms with the fact that this was now her life. She was a vision of pure beauty. From those rich, bright ringlets of auburn that decorated her head, to the flawless expanse of pure, porcelain flesh. Her eyes were akin to the hue of a deep, foamy green, and her body was least to say, perfection in a very lithe, petite package. She was decorated in lace, silk and ribbons, looking every bit the part of Richard Graninger's newly acquired gem. Abigail had yet to figure out the reasoning in him taking an interest in her. It was most peculiar, yet, she was strangely flattered. He had yet to treat her indifferently, and dare she admit that she had been enjoying his company thus far. However, she knew nothing of him, except for the basic knowledge that he was quite the catch. Still, for someone of his standing to find her, a commoner, to be a suitable candidate for a partner? It seemed too good to be true... They had finally arrived, and her eyes widened in awe. Goodness, this was a very large house. In fact, she was certain it was the size equivalent of ten of her own homes, put together. This lavish lifestyle was going to take a while for her to grow used to, yet she was more than willing. After all, she had always been quite the elegant, refined woman. Her mannerisms were superb, as was the urge to please those around her, ever loyal. Perhaps that was a reason why Richard had chosen her? Either way, she fell victim to his charming smile and quickly returned the sentiment, stepping out of the carriage delicately whilst she looked around, feeling a few droplets of rain scatter across the plush, perked skin of her bosom. It's beautiful, she whispered, her breath escaping her. She was at his side, and when those emerald irises fell upon him, she shuddered in excitement. Something told her that her evening would be less than boring...
Thread: Bought and Paid For

He couldn't be more pleased with her whispered declaration if he tried. The way those green eyes widened and took in the grand mass of his towering castle and her body trembled slightly as she looked upon him as the Lord of this domain, made him feel envigorated. Was she intimidated or merely impressed? Either way, it was a victory in his eyes. Richard said nothing as he linked arms with her and entered through the gate and crossed the threshold of the double-doors with her. The space inside was wall-to-wall dark wood and intricate moldings, even in the open space of the entry hall everything seemed close and compact. Two doorways were situated at right and left and a slender, angled staircase pressed against the left wall with the entry hall leading further into the back of the house. After handing off his hat and overcoat to a waiting attendant, he took her arm again and escorted her through the building, pointing out the different rooms even as they passed through a few of them, familiarizing his pet with her new habitat. And there weren't many rules for her the most he expected of her was to keep the household staff in line and to organize the work - which he told her so. Other than that, he didn't care much about what she did so long as she was available when he wanted her. Escorting her into the parlor, the dark wood of the hallways mostly disappeared, the walls covered in intricate fluer de lys wallpaper and the lush carpet continuing the detailed themes of the paneling. The room was cozy, even as large as it was with small tables and chairs set about, their legs curved and shining and their seats cushioned. And upon practically every flat surface was a statuette or decorative dining wear, shining glass and sparkling silver, and paintings cluttered the walls. Smoothly, he disengaged himself from her and proceeded towards a large wing chair, the back of it dwarfing the seat as it rose above in a curved and cushioned heart shape. It too was patterned like the walls but the fabric tricked the eye, making the design fade in some places and shine in others. Putting his hands upon the back of it, he faced her and gestured towards the window. The window looks out to the garden in the courtyard and this chair is placed just so that the view could be seen when seated here and you'd also benefit from the lighting. A perfect place for you to do your sewing and watch after our children as they play. He was very pleased by this concept and knew she would be too. Walking languidly towards the nearby wall where a piano sat, he fiddled with the keys rhythmically before glancing at her once more. Do you sing? he asked. Graninger wouldn't require her to sing, but it would still be nice if she could. If you read also, there is a library upstairs. Not that he was encouraging that, really, but more just trying to make her feel comfortable.
Thread: Bought and Paid For

She felt as if she were in a movie of sorts. She had yet to imagine such a place to exist, and to realize that she would be living here...the very place where she was to raise her children, and grow old with her husband, it was remarkable. Abigail's expression of unadulterated enamor quickly gave away the fact that these luxuries were few and far between for her, up until now. Perhaps it wouldn't be as bad as she had assumed...as this man, now her husband, had yet to give her a reason to think ill of him. Yes, it was horribly suspicious that he saw fit to pick such a lowly peasant as herself, yet perhaps he saw something within her, that no one else had. It was not her place to question his motives, and now vowed to him as if she were a possession, she was solely his. Dainty fingers curled, and she felt the muscles of his arm begin to tense beneath her touch. She was transfixed on the way he seemed so much larger than herself, and something deep inside within her little, naive gut, told her that she needed to be careful. That, although he was charming, seemingly caring and opened to make her comfortable within her new environment, that there was far more than what met the eye at first glance. She was certain he would be considerably busy with his own business affairs throughout the majority of the days and to hear that she was given a place to sit, whilst reading, sewing...or doing anything else her heart so desired, it was enlightening. Surely, she hoped he knew how appreciative she was of all of this, as his attempt in giving her a space of her own, was heart warming. So...her husband might not be as bad as she thought. She smiled towards him, a tip of her head given before she lightly replied, her cheeks now flushed with a natural tinge of crimson. I've sung before...yet...I'm not sure how good I truly am, she explained, lifting her hand to gently coax away a few curled ringlets from her face, looking every bit the part of a shy, timid young lamb caught in a voracious lion's den. Would you...ever want me to sing for you, she questioned, more than willing to.
Thread: Bought and Paid For

That innocent, meek look she gave him got Richard's heart pumping and warmed his blood. So, beautiful, virginal and untainted. And perfectly ripe for molding. The key of course was her previous status and the life she was used to. Graninger was fully willing to admit that his sexual appetites weren't the most wholesome or considered the norm, but so far had yet to find women of an acceptable nature to become his life-mate. There were of course the scummy harlots and the sluts on the outskirts of his social group, who would do anything he desired and not say a word. But none of them were suitable for a presentable wife. However, courting young upper-class women proved to be just as misguided. It was expected that all genteel and proper women would be prudish and skittish on the subject of sensuality. But women in his own standing were completely frigid, walking around like living corpses, 2-dimensional and flat. With how important their propriety was to them, getting through that thick varnish was a next to impossible prospect. There was nothing underneath it worth his time or effort to manipulate. Abigail was different. At least, he hoped. There was a vibrancy and unbridled potential within her, layers beneath waiting to be uncovered and brought to light. And being a commoner, she'd have less concern and less knowledge about acceptable conduct and decorum in the bedroom. Whatever he told her to do she had more reason to obey rather than go back to where she was before, and shaming her family. She would listen and she would fear him...and he would wake her up. Smiling easily he unbuttoned his jacket and brushed the back neatly out of the way as he sat upon the bench in front of the piano. I am very fond of women's voices in song and it would please me greatly to hear you, my dear. How about a few notes now? Just to give me a taste of what you can do. But I'll have to ask that any ribald or off-color songs you've learned not be sung in public. He made a show of being serious before smirking jokingly at her. A private performance for me would be alright though. He winked playfully at her before turning to the piano and letting his fingers travel up and down the keys, a melodic collection of sounds flowing from the wooden casing. Nothing too complex or overpowering just a simple demonstration was all he was asking.
Thread: Bought and Paid For

The poor dear was blissfully oblivious to his underlying intentions, and if she had any inclination as to what he did plan for her, perhaps Abigail would have been furthered in her hesitance to marry him. She had yet to feel the touch of a man, the sensation of lips upon her own...and surely, no one had yet to lay eyes upon her bare, prone form. She was unscathed, flawless, and clean of any impurities. Though she was ignorant to all carnal desires of the flesh, her curiosity would certainly be piqued if given the right partner. Surely, he would be able to awaken within her a sultry, voluptuously insatiable vixen that would happily bend to his every beck and call, to give him what he so yearned for as she relished in the attention all the while. Time would only tell, however, and yet without much hint as to how she would act, Richard was in for a treat. Her smile grew, and she made her way over towards the piano, where her husband sat. She watched him, in awe of the fact that she knew very little about him. Was their marriage to be a happy, fulfilled one? Ever since she had been a child, she had hoped to live a fairy-tale of a dream...yet the likelihood of such happening ran dangerously thin. Still, Abigail refused to let her hopes diminish, and would rather give him a chance, rather than believe she was already doomed from the start. After all, she did enjoy the way he smirked towards her in that joking manner...and his appearance, he was horribly attractive. A clearing of her throat then, and she began. Her voice was just as she was, a soft, delicate tenor that lightly carried through the air. Strong, yet yielding as to not overpower the beautiful notes of the keys, she let her lashes grace the tops of her cheeks, singing a simple ballad that spoke brightly of a warm, summer day. Her mother had often lulled her to sleep with the lyrical piece when she had been a babe, and now, figuring she was soon to be with child, Abigail was happy to practice. Hands, wrapped in elegant lace gloves, remained folded before her, pressed warmly betwixt the plump mounds of her cleavage. A content roll of her tongue and she finally stopped, holding her note before it gracefully flitted off into the air, dying down. Least to say, she had a gorgeous voice through and through, and yet, she was far too humbled to admit such. Well, she asked, lifting her brows in question, Was I...alright? She hoped her husband would approve, as it would certainly make her feel happy, knowing she was able to please this man with a simple song.
Thread: Bought and Paid For

As he played for her, Richard listened close and watched her, his dark eyes held rapt to her face as beautiful words fluttered out as if on butterfly wings. She was certainly no opera Diva, but the gentleness in her tone and the grace with which she held herself while singing, captivated him and drew him in. And he experienced another victory, realizing that his attempts to relax her and bring her comfort had worked there was no nervous waver or stress in her voice and her body language was less guarded than it had been on the ride here. When she finished, he played just a few notes more, ending the song fully and turned to her to see the bright and expectant look in her eyes. That was different. And the feelings he got from it caused a rush of power to sweep through him. His approval was what she wanted. HIS approval. Even with other women he'd courted, there had been nothing like the quiet acceptance of his authority that he was getting from his wife. Standing slowly and staring at her, a dashing smile eventually made it's way onto his lips as he seemed to come awake. 'Alright' is a severe understatement. You sing beautifully, Abigail. Like an angel. After standing, he silently drew closer to her, barely a space separating them as he looked down upon her fragile features, a certain depth and hunger hinted within his gaze. For a moment longer he watched her before moving a finger under her chin to hold her steady, bending his head to lock lips with hers. At first he merely enjoyed an innocent kiss with her, their closed lips pressing and undulating against each other. Gentle, quiet, like a hunter coaxing a deer from the underbrush. Richard's other hand slid smoothly along her side and waist to her back, his hand putting the slightest pressure on the small of her back to sandwich her between the appendage and his hard, muscled form. And his tongue softly probed at her lips, teasing, and pried them apart before delving inside to stroke her tongue.
Thread: Bought and Paid For

She couldn't suppress her soft laugh, her vision tipping down and her cheeks flaring up into a far more vibrant flush. You're exaggerating, aren't you, she replied, yet before he was able to answer her, it seemed as if his attention was elsewhere. She could feel his eyes upon her, practically burning holes within her flesh, and thus forcing her to gaze towards him in wonder. She watched him with bated breath, the inkling of him planning something itching at the back of her mind. What...he was getting closer, and she panicked, those glistening emeralds searching his face for any sign of what he was about to attempt. Yet, as he drew her chin up, it became all too clear. Abigail's lips parted whilst a soft, barely heard whimper rumbled up throughout her delicate throat. He was going to kiss her, and certainly the flickering of hunger in his gaze did little to settle her nerves. The young woman tensed up the moment his lips found her own, capturing her mouth until she yielded to his command, feeling her knees begin to weaken whilst the petals of their mouths slowly curved and brushed across one another. It was a very strange, newfound sensation, yet one that she was not opposed to. Despite the fact that it had her stomach tensing up tenfold and making her nerves begin to sizzle beneath the onslaught of fevered passion, she stood where she was, scared to move. He felt so powerful against her wavering frame, and with his palm pressing into the small of her back, ordering for her to stumble closer, Abigail was in no position to pull away. A poignant taste, rich and musky, coated her taste-buds whilst his tongue trampled among the plains of her mouth, saliva slowly mixing in a sensual dance. Her eyes had long since closed, long lashes drawing to a dramatic fold atop of her cheeks. Throughout his curious, domineering exploration of her oral cavity, she whined and moaned, feeling the impenetrable sense of arousal quickly course through her prior to pinpointing her core. Thighs shook, control vanished and she had no choice but to reach up and grip upon the expanse of his broad shoulders, clutching tight. This man...he was quickly bending her will with a simple kiss...