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

Julian watched Amber attempt to wipe away the spit that had landed upon her young face, amused at how she could not quite wipe her fingers clean on the leather couch. Just as she was to try again, he gave her no chance to go any further, having her hair in his hand, targeting in with his large manhood. The surprise that filled her eyes only followed by her strong verbal protesting added to further his amusement. As she grabbed at his hips, the wetness of her fingers was absorbed, giving them a chance to be cleaned off. Drawing Amber in closer, teasing his cocktip all about, Julian could easily feel her hidden strength, as she tried to move away. The girl was stronger than he had initially anticipated, though he was the superior force in this battle. Any time he let up with his hand, even just a little, she would do her best to pull back. Julian made sure not to give her the needed space she required to get away. Julian could tell Amber was more feisty than the usual girls Haven sent to him. Of course, not all of them would just roll over for him and do what he wanted. Most would put up a fight at first, before submitting to him. With Amber though, he was already thinking he would have to take more drastic measures. After he told Amber to open up, she promptly showed her spite instead. Her perfect lips puckered up, and she spit back onto him, the distain in her retort coming through clearly. The salvia trickled down from his ridge, and onto the rest of his mighty shaft. Julian let out a chuckle. Out of everything she could have done at that moment, he never her to undertake such an entertaining option. That is what tonight is about, after all he teasingly muttered back. Reaching down to his shaft, her slathered her warm, wet saliva all over his shaft, making it glisten and shine in the low light. After he finished, he moved his hand to Ambers head, using her hair for his own personal towel, still holding with the other hand. Once dried of, the hand buried in her silky strands of hair moved to her shoulder, gripping hard and tight. With a heavy push, Julian shoved her against the backrest of the couch. His right hand, still covered in a light but drying sheen of her very own spittle cupped Ambers left cheek, making her look up to him. Smiling down to her disgruntled face, he patted her cheek several times. I think I like you, even if you are not as ferocious as you think, Standing up, his right hand gripped her cheek tighter, then pulled off to the side. Quickly, he brought it forth, giving her cheek a full on open handed slap, the torturous sound of it painful to even his ears. Not wasting any time, his hand came back the other way, knuckles forward, in hard and heavy backhand. Julian had to shake out his hand several times after that, a painful string rattling down his knuckles to his fingertips. Julian hoped he had not giving himself a hairline fracture from abusing the girl on his expensive couch. Giving her just a moment to recover, Julian reached down for his pants. Picking them up, he tore the belt right out, nearly ripping a few of the belt loops in doing so. He had planned on using the inch wide leather belt to lash against and bruise up her ass, but Amber had unknowingly forced him to change his plans. Julian looped his belt quickly around her slender neck, running the end through the simple metal buckle. With a hard and heavy tug on the end, the makeshift choker cinched down along her throat, already restricting her breathing. Julian just kept on pulling though, dragging her body off the couch, and forcing her to stand up. The pulling only continued, his hand raising into the air higher and higher, until Amber was standing just on the toes of her high heels. He watched her face change from a rosy blush, to a deep rose red, hues of purple joining in after that, closing off both her airway, along with circulation, the leather pressed tightly against her skin. Amber, Amber, Amber Julian spoke, his voice surprising calm and serene. This all could have been so simple and easy Just before he felt the Amber was on the verge of blacking out, Julian tugged the belt about her neck down hard, forcing her to fall and stumble onto the lush carpeted floor of the lounge. With Amber laying weakly on her chest, Julian pushed a foot down onto her back, right between her shoulder blades, preventing her from even crawling away even the slightest amount. He picked up the end of the belt, though he did not pull it tight, allowing her for at least a few moments to get some much needed air into her body. Julian really had no intent on killing the girl, or even mutilating her figure. It was not his way, but the looming, ever-present threat that he could always seemed like a solid way to get what he wanted. Change your mind yet? Julian asked, taking a seat on the couch, holding the improvised leash, not letting Amber have a chance to run. His ample arousal still stuck out from under his boxers, just as hard as ever, waiting for those precious lips to surround it. Julian typically was not in the mood to give the girls a choice, but he needed to gauge if the brief attempt at strangulation had any sort of breaking effect. In the end, Amber would not have a choice of course, but for now, she was just a pawn in Julians game.