Thread: Attention!  (IWishThat&Valanaer)

Her smile only darkened as her hand flicked down again, watching the lines appear in that tanned skin. It sent dark chills through her, this pain she inflicted on him. It was more a show of power than much more than anything else. She had all the time in the world to get what she wanted of him and it honestly wasn't for him to answer any of her questions. She didn't need him for that. He was a good tool to keep his people quiet but her main objective was to over come this fascination she had with him. This draw and pull she felt coming from his direction was confusing and appealing, even annoying all at the same time. There was only one way she knew of to get anything out of a person and that was pain and lots of it. Her hand never stopped moving, even as blood started to trickle down the mans back and onto the table. Her eyes glittered darkly, listening to the sound the whip made as it moved through the air to snap painfully across Ashal's back. She didn't stop until another man walked through her tent flaps, a brief glimpse of sky appearing. It was getting darker. No more than thirty minutes had passed but it had been late enough in the day for the minutes to make a difference. Reaching out his hand grabbed Jasmine's wrist, stopping her down stroke and effectively turning her around. A look passed across her features, one that spoke of hatred and lust before she huffed and allowed him to take the whip from her. For a moment she watched him take the whip and pour water across the strips of leather to wash the blood away before she lookd to Ashal again. She was probably going to have to have someone bandage him before the morning. Wouldn't want him to die just yet, right? Moving forward she reached out, gloved fingers almost gracing Ashal's back before she stopped herself. She was frozen there only a moment before she turned once again, a frown deepening on her lips. This attraction to everything about him was infuriating. So much so that she wanted to destroy him. Reaching the bed she paused, slowly taking one glove off before setting it on the bed. The white gloves were speckled with blood and the moment she realized this she glared, eyes flicking to Ashal before she tossed the pair of gloves towards the floor. If not for the man moving towards her again she would have advanced to Ashal again, intent on making him hurt again but a tempting hand around her waist stopped her and a soft gasp came from her. Please, Ma'am. You promised to spend the evening with me if we won and we did. The southern accent was present in his tone, lips brushing against her. A small chuckle came from her as the short hairs of his beard tickled her neck, delicate hands coming up to push at the man's muscled shoulders. He must be attended to first. Would be a pity for his tainted blood to ruin my rug, now wouldn't it? She hummed softly, watching the frown from on the man's lips before he sighed and released her. Turning he glanced to the tents flaps, contemplating for a moment before he headed over and grabbed one of the men from outside. Quickly he commanded for the man, not much older than 25, to clean the blood up before it ruined the rug. He gave a nod of his head before he grabbed a towel and started to pat at the desk, cleaning up what had already started to pool up on it. As Jasmine watched she smirked, sinking slowly down onto the bed. Turn him. I wish for him to see this as well. The soldier glanced to the pair of them, as if to make sure she wasn't kidding, before he grabbed the leg of the desk and shifted it until Ashal had no choice but to look at the bed. Her smile widened. Just the thought of his eyes on her turned her on. Now, come here Wythe. The man sighed happily,obviously happy that he could now get what he had come there for. Turning he headed for the bed, hand slipping across her cheek to tilt her head up before his lips descended upon her own.