Thread: Of Land & Sea { Penitency & Enigma_x }

Yes, a dress... Grayson furrowed his brows as he stood before her. His shirt occasionally continued to pull back to follow the strong wind that the ocean frequently generated about the property the trenches of his six-pack, surrounded by the hard shield of his obliques and the deep cut of his crests beneath them tensed before it all dipped into the waistband of his low sitting shorts. Have you wore one before? Canting his head to the side, the herculean god before her carried the same bewildered pitch he had been using back on the boat when deep diving into why she had washed up on the yacht as she had. Again, he couldn't place the fact that she didn't know so many basics. Not even many third world countries would deprive their people of so many things. The fact that she didn't know what a dress was made his mind go into a tailspin. A brief would would be given with the exhale of a breath through his nose almost audibly, Yeah, of course. Despite the series of wild thoughts running through his head about where she might have came from, he couldn't help but feel pity. Grayson truly wanted to give her everything so she could catch up on her worldly knowledge that had been lacking because of her family, or origin. I'll have one of them help you pick out the He'd be cut off by her eyes staring back at his broad chest, and then her next sentence that almost surprised him more than the last. Luna wanted a drink of whiskey? A playful smirk would push beyond his lips as the bright sun about continued to beam down upon them as they stood before the glass door of his sprawling dwelling, still lingering about the burning patio floor. I need one myself, anyways. His deep pitch rolled from his throat like thunder with his natural baritone. Grayson couldn't help but lower his eyes unto the arm she extended in his direction. A hard swallow shifted his throat as his muscles tensed upon her soft, lithe hand. She could feel the rock hard volume packed beneath his bicep as she held unto it. Unfortunately, she didn't get the full experience considering the sleeve had been in her way, but there was no difference in how unwavering his body was. Grayson couldn't believe the woman was making a first move, but did nothing to stop it. Being a dominate, he simply canted his head to the side again and arched a brow while locking his eyes level with hers. Aren't you such the curious one, hm? He'd hum his last words while she gripped his hard body, on and off, with her hand that was dwarfed by it. I would like to think so. His voice dropped in volume some as he licked his bottom lip. If she wished to get more intimate, the male would have no problem matching the tone. Dropping his eyes unto her nimble fingers as she fidgeted with the buttons of his shirt, Grayson would speak out again as his brown colored strands of hair shifted under the breeze about them, messing up their previous positions. Your body is absolutely flawless. I would hate for you to hide it under something too loose. Grayson would use this time to step forwards, his eyes lifting into her own for the time as he brought himself within an inch or two away. His large and thick, right hand would find itself clasping along the side of her flared hip as he stood there. Immediately, his shadow swallowed the beauty whole as he plodded out the sun from her view and provided her shade under the broad reach of his shoulders. There was an overwhelming affirmation that Luna could be the ultimate pet, or submissive, to a man whom was seeking out such a thing to live with him. No woman, until date, had ever quelled the thirst he had. None had provided him with their lust to simply please him as Luna had. Grayson wanted to be selfish, and wanted a woman to encourage him to take full advantage instead of ask for things in return for favors. He had so many throngs of women over, either at his many houses or yachts, but none ever stayed longer than a day before he was kicking them out the front door in the morning. Regretfully, he'd stare down at the large valley of her breasts, noticing her nipples peaking against the fabric of the straining cup, before turning his side to her sternly. Follow me, Luna. He would reach down, allowing the hand that was holding her hip to now scoop up her hand in his. She could feel how much larger his hand was than her own. With it, he'd pull open the door which lead to his living room immediately. He would lead her toward the staircase, and begin to march her up toward the upper floor loft, as to where they would be able to overlook the first on their left, and see lined room doors on the right. Pulling open the master bedroom door at the very end of the hall, Grayson then allowed her into his personal quarters before closing the door behind them to avoid any intrusion from maids or staff. When inside, she could see his awards, magazine covers, and other items hung on the wall much like a proud lawyer displayed all of his certifications in their office. A large and stacked bookshelf framed the far wall, with the bed's front facing the huge windows allowing natural light inside. A series of modern dressers were on the opposite wall of the shelving. Grayson casually picked up the tablet off the made bed, sat on it's edge, before motion to the dresser, Take any one of my shirts... and come join me here to pick out your dress. He was slowly getting a little more domineering considering he believed he had to with such a naive woman, but he was hoping maybe it was something she appreciated unlike most of the brain dead girls her age. She had to be in her teens, or early twenties, right?