Thread: Paradise Isle  (Fades & Good Girls)

There had been no judgment of her screaming, of her writhing, of her grasping during that immense, intense moment. No judgment. None. None from him, and he would suffer no such thing from anyone else. His new pet, his official 'thing,' his pretty little Brit - she had proven herself true to her word, and none would be allowed to tease her for her humanity in such an overwhelming moment. True to that thought, Jeffrey held her. In his embrace was both permanence and protection, keeping her close to him as she shook, as she sobbed. Protecting her emotionally perhaps more than physically as the moment had wracked her to a temporary, unpresentable state. There had been a slight rocking to the hold, knelt there center-stage together, and an affectionate pet of her long brown hair, otherwise allowing everything else to exist as it was. It simply, tenderly continued until her volition deemed otherwise, until she wished something else. At first it was by a delicate strength that she pushed out of it, and than a firmer desire to relocate that strength of her own, as she haphazardly crawled out of the hug, and into a new, subservient position, having recollected herself. Re-presenting herself to the world, shakily, but proudly. Film was so cheap nowadays. Bulbs, even less so. Thus they never stopped filming, never stopped snapping, never stopped flashing so as to catch every millisecond, to be pored over later to decide which shot of ten-thousand was to grace the top of their article. If any were a frontrunner for that consideration, it would be this glory shot of the woman, now known as Emilia, tear-stricken but beaming warmth, hair all about, knelt in a slave pose with her naked breasts pressed together and forward to show off the new permanence upon her bosom. And Jeffrey allowed it to happen, for a time. But just as Emilia had crawled away from him, the press given their moment for the photo-op, so too did he, mega multi-billionaire, dressed to the nines, lean forward from where he was sat on the stage, and crawl those two or so feet to where she was now. He pressed a hand, first, on Emilia's backside, followed by his leaning down, placing a truly intimate kiss upon her there. The pace was slow, and tender. His touch glided up and over her hip, masculine but not too rough, where his lips followed suit, rising along the back of her body, kissing her there now. Then it continued to her back, to the very base of her tailbone, where her cheeks parted, his touch, and his kiss both. Then up, along her spine, kissing every few inches of its contour, shaky as she was. Jeffrey continued up, on his hand and knees with her there, crawling over top Emilia's knelt body, until her spine gave way to her shoulder blades, and then to her left shoulder. He was over her wholly now, knee on either side, outside her own, carefully balancing himself as he held his weight up with one hand, trying his best to not put any of that weight truly atop her, only his presence. His other hand, his right, slipped beneath Emilia, wrapping around and encasing her stomach in its hold. In its hug. You are so fierce , he cooed to her. His smile erupted at the side of her head, pressed again to her brown-haired temple, just above her ear. I can't wait to meet you, when things have all calmed down. The real you. ...There's a garden there, where we're going to live. It's beautiful. It's enormous. I look forward to the first quiet day where we can just lay in the grass, cuddled together in the sun, and I can learn all about you. ...Try to think on that, alright, my darling? Not the pain. The burn will go away, I promise. Another kiss to those locks of brunette hair. Then the hug was over. He was shifting away from her, and up, rising to a stand - immediately another picturesque moment, billionaire Jeffrey Tremonti stood up straight, brushing off his pants, straightening his tie, while Slave 1 knelt naked at his feet, breasts pushed out in presentation of her brand. He stepped away then, back to the podium. Three cheers for Miss Emilia! His voice rose, and bore a clear chuckle and a snicker as he gestured down to the young woman. It would break the ice, maybe, or at least allow a less-awkward transition. The first of four I have invited the world to witness today. And it is, at this moment, I would like to remind this world, full of all different people, each with their differing beliefs, that it's alright to embrace a path which you feel speaks to you... While a doctor and a librarian will be paid different, of course, and require different paths in life, is one any less wonderful than the other? If both people are embracing that which they feel is their true calling? My 'slaves,' as everyone insists on referring to them, have all made a choice to be here today. This is what each of them wants, and I am just as honored to be receiving them as they are to be giving themselves to me. It is a lifestyle that differs from your own, unless you realize inside that it calls to you, too. But please. I ask that you applaud them for the bravery they display here today, in front of your very eyes, and in your conversations in the days to come, that you appreciate all the love that they feel in their hearts to be so willing to devote themselves to another. Would be that we could all know such depth of warmth. He allowed the words to settle for a moment. Then, with a deep breath and an ever-present smile, he continued into the set of microphones at the podium, It is now my pleasure to introduce to you the second woman here to take the stage today. Ladies and gentlemen, Miss Ariana Grande. The crowd was split between a round of applause and a number of shocked gasps. Jeffrey simply stepped back from the podium, allowing his next lovely young lady her moment to come out and present herself and her decision to the world.