“It should, Inaara’s pay depends on it. I fully expect to have her guide me through the worst of this. But speaking of my new employee, I need to feed her before she gets feral. Would you like to join us in the kitchen? Of course you would.”<br/><br/>Ras watched her performance as he sipped his wine, his smile bordering between arrogance and confidence. When she finished he clapped softly and the table sank down into the floor, but left her on the pole.<span style="color: #006666">“We have a lot we can teach each other. You can teach me how to properly handle your desires. And I can teach you what it’s like to be cared for and appreciated.” </span>As he spoke a collar appeared in his hand with a metal clasp in a soft rose gold.<span style="color: #006666"> “Mmm. Bitch. Slut. Maybe just Ras…” </span>looked at her for a while before he stood up and approached her.<span style="color: #006666"> “Oh, that was never in question. I just wanted to see you dance for me and you respond favorably to challenges.”</span>He flashed her a grin before kissing her hard, his tongue forcing its way into her mouth and wrestling hers for dominance. If she tried to move her hands she would find them chained to the pole and her legs the same way. When he broke the kiss he held up the collar which now had a metal name tag on it that simply said ‘Ras’ on it. He took her by the jaw and lifted her head then used his other hand to grab her throat. A comforting warmth would spread through her whole body as the collar attached itself to her neck.<span style="color: #006666">“You wear that well.”</span>He stepped back to look his ‘captive’ over and nodded.<span style="color: #006666">“Good. Good.” </span>He pulled his shirt off and stretched with a groan. Along with being taller and older than the native Ras, this Ras looked to be chiseled from stone with deep cuts to highlight his muscles. But more interesting than his physique was the countless scars that decorated his body almost like tiger stripes. He smiled at her and turned around to let her see his equally perfectly shaped back and the similar scars. Jasmine would quickly realize they were from Vyre’s claws and fangs and that he wore the scars proudly.<span style="color: #006666">“Well. You’ve met my expectations, do I meet yours?”</span>He grabbed her breasts and gave them testing squeezes then did the same to her nipples to test her reaction, pinching and pulling the nubs. His hands moved down her body carefully examining every inch of her with a growl of approval. He released her from the binds and the pole vanished.<span style="color: #006666"> “Now… do I fuck you here in this room. Do I have you on the bed or…” </span>He closed his eyes and grinned at her.<span style="color: #006666"> “I still want you to see my winery. So let’s kill two birds with one stone.”</span>They teleported up to a small room floating above the winery. The room was almost all glass walls with a hardwood floor and only a couch for furniture. From the location Jasmine would see all of Ras’ property but also a beautiful view of the coast and the Isle of Quel’danas and the Sunwell in the distance.<span style="color: #006666">“In here, ten of me could fuck five of you and nobody would hear a thing.”</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>