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<br/>​</div><span style="font-size: 12px">Her boldness was met by his own. Barely a few words spoken and already he was wanting to take her to one of the bedrooms for a good fuck. Did she blame him? No. In fact, she was quite pleased with the quick cut to what they were there for: sex. Taking his empty glass from him, Riley finished off her wine and set the two glasses onto a nearby surface. Taking his hand --which was quite larger than her slender one-- the brunette vixen led him through the crowd to one of the bedrooms that was surely free. The night was still young, which meant that many were still working on their drinks and each other. But not in the way that one would think. "Seems that drink hit you quick or else you were pre-gaming before the party." Corner of her mouth pulled up ever so slightly. Her gaze reaching his own from over her shoulder as she walked. "My name is Riley." She had said her name before, but it did not surprise her that he didn't catch it. One of the downsides to her name? It sounded much like 'really' when used in a casual manner. Most times she had to make it obvious that she was speaking her name. Damn her mother for giving her an unusual name.<br/>
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Reaching one of the open bedrooms, Riley peered in to see it free of anyone else. Honestly, did most of these people go to these things merely to mingle and converse? Wasn't the point to have sex? To live out fantasies that one needed others's help in fulfilling? Perhaps it was just her. Not that she had any fantasies anymore. Those had been ripped away. Well, more like they had come true, but in the most sinister of ways. Yes, she had had the cliche fantasy of being fucked by two men at once. But instead of her seeking out those men, inviting them to her place, and then spending the night being pleasured by them both, Riley had been bound and rape by her Handler and a buddy of his. Both men using her till they were finished; even after she had passed out. Now? The only fantasy that Riley had was living a life without nightmares. She didn't dream of finding someone to spend the rest of her life with. To her, there was no such thing. Once they would find out about her past, they would never want to touch her again. Not that she could blame them. There were days when she didn't even want to touch herself. It was those days that she would turn on the water so hot, her skin would become red. Steam rising off of it as she stood in front of the mirror, un-shed tears in her eyes, hands balled into fists, and terrible thoughts rolling through her mind. Such a mess this little one was. The kind that no man would ever want to get mixed up with. <br/>
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Riley didn't bother with the door as she let go of his hand and moved further into the bedroom. If he closed it, fine. If he left it open, that was fine as well. A whole crowd of people could join them, it didn't bother her in the least. Reaching the bed, she turned to him, her hands at her sides as she waited for him to speak or move. "You just going to stand there all night or are you going to fuck me?" Once again, bold words. Was she always this way? No. Most of the time she kept to herself, speaking only when it was necessary. Even at work she remained closed off to others. Then why the change? Well, there was no need for pleasantries when it was obvious what the two were wanting. Plus, some men enjoyed it when women spoke in such a way. "And before you ask, I don't have any safe words. There isn't anything you can do to me that hasn't already been done." Riley was here to be used. She was here to be punished. This woman was not looking for a savior or any sort of redemption. All she wanted was someone to quiet the rage within herself and then leave. For as stated before, who would ever want to get mixed up with one such as herself.</span>