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

Julian smiled happily towards Amber, after she introduced herself. Amber, hmm? Such a pretty name for such a pretty girl, he remarked, in an attempt to make her blush. Wandering down the long elegant hallway with her, his evening only got better with her answers. Amber had not a single clue why she was here, or what exactly she would be forced to endure tonight. She was perfect by his standards. Julian did feel like she was giving him a bit of a cold shoulder with her to the point answers. Perhaps she was just nervous, or maybe she just didnt like to socialize all that much. He didnt mind really, as talking a great deal was not on the agenda. Looking over to Amber, the way she positioned her feet on the crossmembers of the barstool at different heights, made her look very sexy, almost like she was trying to put out. Julian thought she might have positioned herself like that on purpose, trying to show off a bit of leg, maybe a flash of skin too. No, no he chuckled to her question about cleaning his toilet. Its nothing like that, Her inquiry did give him a nasty little idea for later he would need to keep in mind. Before they could even get to the meat of their conversation, Julian had deliberately interrupted with spilling the tea all over her hand. The loud hissing curse was not quite the scream he had been expecting, but it would have to do for now. After running her hand and wrist under the water, he offered her a clean dishtowel to dry herself off. Parts of her skin looked more red than others, the burns not at all serious. Are you sure? he asked inquisitively, not really caring all that much about the injury. Haven does have an excellent Health Care program. Once you go back, they will be able to help you out, if you still need it, he continued, knowing that by the time he was done with her, Amber surely would require their services. I dont think this will hamper what I need you to do for me tonight, Julian nodded. Taking the towel from her, he hung it on a nearby hook so the damp fabric could dry. Julian stood in front of Amber, with her back towards the counter. Now then, where were we? he asked, looking to her gem like eyes like a predator closing in on its unsuspecting dinner. I have a very important task for you tonight, Amber, Julian nearly licked his lips when her name rolled so succulently off his tongue. Quick as he could, he turned the young girl around, making her face the counter. The heel of his hand pushed firmly between her shoulderblades, forcing her body to bend over the cold stone countertop. Her body hit the solid stone hard, nearly enough to crack a rib if he had been just a little more rough. I know the good folks at Haven didnt tell you what you would be doing tonight, but you are going to be my little plaything for the evening... my personal slut... With Amber bending at the hips, the short pleated skirt she wore exposed a good portion of her smooth upper legs, a healthy dose of her ass showing too. Julian rubbed up and down the back of her left leg with his free hand, giving her ass a firm, tight squeeze when his fingers traveled over the mouth watering curve. Fingerails dug in with the squeeze, leaving a peppering of marks on her otherwise perfect flesh. After the squeeze, his hand drew back, then rushed forwards, giving the same cheek a firm spank. The sound of the flesh on flesh impact filled the kitchen, a red impression of his hand forming on her skin. The hand on Ambers back slid upwards, along her neck, and into the depths of her auburn hair. Gripping a good portion of the silk like strands, he turned her head, and kept her down, one of her cheeks pressed flush against the countertop. You look like a smart girl, Amber Julian slid open a nearby drawer, then reached in, pulling out a stainless steel paring knife, the bright light making the shiny blade shimmer. With a firm grip, he placed it on the front of her throat, letting her feel exactly how sharp the blade of the utensil was. dont do anything dumb tonight. Understand? Carefully, Julian slid the knife from the front of her throat, to the side of her neck, mimicking what he might do to her if she did anything stupid. Julian tossed the knife away, then pulled her back up onto her feet, the hand buried in Amber's locks directing, Lets get started then, hmm? Just not here. The kitchen is not very suitable, Julian said, having tried it before. This way, he ordered, dragging her along as they walked. Leading her through to a dimly lit room just off from the kitchen, leather couches and chairs were all about. A well stocked bar was along one of the walls, the various bottles having their contents illuminated from the light up shelves they perched on. This large room was one of several lounges, though Julian used this one mostly for his most distinguished guests, a VIP room of sorts. The carpet was bright red, contrasting with the many black leather pieces of furniture. A sliding glass door was at one end of the room, leading out onto wooden porch. He tossed Amber down carelessly onto the leather couch closest to the bar, doing his best to make her stumble as she fell onto the cushions. Care for a drink first, since I was so careless with the tea? Julian took off his jacket, tossing it carelessly onto one of the chairs. I promise I'll be more careful with it this time, Stepping behind the bar, he poured himself a SoCo and Coke, with a dash of lime. Taking a sip, he licked his lips, carefully watching Amber the whole while. He didnt think she would try to run or make a break for it, and even if she did, Julian would make sure she would regret such a decision.