Thread: The Emerald Estate (GrinningGentleman x Poppy)

Vivian took note of how he released her hair and instead pressed a hand over her ear. She looked confused, especially as she had managed to catch sight of the older man looking away. The blonde girl took note of how it seemed Martin was shifting on top of her, but she didnt move to squirm her way out of this. She had no idea that she managed to strike such a nerve with the man, but even if she would have known what would happen, she would have still done it all over again. Her jade eyes took in the sight of the .44, taking special note of the serpent engraved on the side. Whoever had taken the time to do such really had good taste. She had always considered getting her precious twin guns detailed, but never did anything beyond some pretty scroll work. But the fact that his finger was on the trigger was the most concerning thing to her at the current moment. After all, she knew never to put a finger on the trigger unless you meant to pull it. That was why when she was sawing the thick barrel in and out of Emma, she never rested her finger on the trigger. She noticed the hammer pull back, and squeezed her eyes shut tightly. But she didnt scream. Most women in this situation would piss themselves in fear, but not her. Vivian started laughing, almost uncontrollably at her current predicament. She certainly hadnt imagined her night going like this, but it was much more exciting than a typical Thursday evening. Even if he was kind enough to cover her ear, the noise was still ringing in her ears. And not to mention the sheer heat from the gun, feeling as if everything had gone in slow motion in that moment. White spots swam before her eyes as she blinked, doing her best to clear her vision back up. In the silence of the room, her laughter continued to echo, doing her best to stifle it. But when he pressed the hot barrel against her skin, she actually moaned. It certainly was sexual in nature, not sounding one bit like she was in any discomfort. One of her guards had managed to piss himself in fear, the stain spreading on his Gucci trousers and dripping on the floor. The mark would certainly be branded onto her fair skin. But her skin was already littered with multiple tattoos and scars. It would just be another one to add to the collection. Ive heard about you.just didnt quite add up at first. Probably shouldnt have done that coke before showing up here Vivian admitted, not sounding sheepish in the least. The smile didnt leave her face as she drawled, sounding very casual at best. Like she was discussing rather she preferred coffee or tea. It was obvious that the gunshot wasnt even heard in the club below, as the music was still booming over the speakers. There was even a speaker to feed the singers performance clearly into the room, for Martins enjoyment. After all, he did love his jazz. Kinda always imagined you.a bit more distinguished looking. Kinda like that old fuck over there in the corner, ya know? She stayed quiet as he explained his disdain with his Uncle, blinking slowly to instead try to clear her vision. At least he could recognize a quality piece of ass when he saw it, she had to give him that. When his face came into her view, she couldnt deny that he was handsome. And from how hard he was pressed against her, it was obvious that his cock was something to brag about. Fucks sake, you got a lot of rage about your Uncle...what was it exactly that he crossed the line with? Cum in your mouth without giving you to courtesy tap? Me? I fuckin love that kinda shit. Vivian grinned, blowing him a kiss after winking to him. It was obvious that until he managed to break her down some, that she would be quite the thorn in Martins side.