Thread: Odette (Montresor & sweet.nothings)

The noble stood over his would-be savior watching her gather the little broken pieces of herself as horror crept into her features at the touch of her hair and scalp. Rogier's eyes were not so much empathetic as they were simply calm, with amber irises that bore down upon her naked form. A hand reached down to tenderly caress the side of her cheek with his fine leather glove, the softness of it like the texture of a newborn. His hand smoothed down to gently cup her chin before brushing his thumb across her lip. It dipped into her mouth, running over her teeth. Bite. He let her nibble on the glove's tip while he slid his hand out of it and let his bare fingerips caress the top of her head, admiring he loose boyish hair. Because the Kennel can get filthy, and this is the easiest way to to avoid and treat lice. Because the pride of a woman's long hair offends me, he admitted with an honest cool tone, as if it all should have been enough. Because I think you look prettier this way. Because it is what I want. His digit curled strands of short hair around it before plucking out a long strand that had been left standing during her mangy haphazard cut. Hair grows back, ma chienne . Maybe if you are good and I fancy it then I will let it... or maybe I ill sheer you bald. Wouldn't that be nice? He gave the girl a tender pat on the head. He then place his hand out expectantly under Odette's chin. Give, he ordered while waiting for the glove like a dog who had a toy in it's mouth. The Master stepped away, procurring a fleece blanket which he laid across the ground. Lay on your stomach. He followed her down, sitting over the woman as he removed his other glove and began to press his finger tips between the base of her neck and shoulder, easing out the tension. Relax, he instructed as if such a thing were so easy. Release the tension in each muscle, starting from your toes and slowly up to your neck. As she settled, Rogier began to massage his naked beast, working his knuckles down her spine before working on her thighs and calves. He treated her like some sort of slave-emperess, taking her arms one at a time to stretch and work out the stiffness that had built up in her twisted body. Your virginity was a starting point, he elaborated as he massaged her foot. You traded places with your predecessor, that means I get everything that would have been mine... I will take everything. He laid her feet back down before rolling her over on her back. The boy was suddenly on top of her, palms flat beside her head while his knees pressed her legs apart and his hips moved in to fill the gap. His groin pressed to hers, but the heat of his eros was blocked by the steel of her chastity belt. It did not stop his dominance from dripping all aroun her as his scarred young face beamed down at her. Was it everything you expected? his voice whispered to her as he craned his head down and breathed over her chest, heat flaring across her pink nipples. No.... Hmm... No, you expected to hate all of it, didn't you? But you didn't... He raised his head, hovering his mouth over his neck like a predator ready to bite, but he didn't. When I kissed you there it was heaven. When I was inside you it was something else, but it wasn't purely hell. His words kissed her ears. I know this because when we are linked , when I push it in and your body swallows it, I am a part of you. Whether you allow it or not, it is a shared thing. So tell me... Do you want me to kiss you there again, Odette?