<div class="floatleft">(http://i1289.photobucket.com/albums/b502/ehlamjanx/carter2_zps845c5db9.jpg)</div><strong>Character name</strong>: Carter Sagle<br/><strong>Who:</strong>Victoria "Vicky"Tucker<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Entry<br/><strong>When: </strong>June 13, late evening<br/><strong>Warning:</strong>None<br/><hr/>He stood still and felt wonderful as his boss and best friend slipped his own robe away from the crook of his elbow.  As it fell to the floor, and Vicky's hands returned, he couldn't help but notice her warmth and sweetness.  She was an angel to him, always.  He adored her, albeit from a distance, always.  Now, it was easier to sense her sweetness.  She was delicate, yet strong, smart and caring and, in ways, vulnerable.  He couldn't help but raise his own arms, place his hands on her delicate waist, feeling her frame beneath the white satin of her robe.<br/><br/>He noticed the look of shock as he playfully enumerated "scenes" to play out, but warmed into his own playful nature as she began to realize the litany of suggestions was to ease the small remaining tension.  Hearing her laugh so sweetly was music to his ears.  Her face looked positively adorable when she smiled, her eyes tight with delight and her lips curved up to form the cutest dimples.   She was a vision!  There was a coy, surreptitious reason to make so many outlandish suggestions, too, no doubt.  He could playfully do some reconnaissance on her reactions and make note of her reactions.  The shock of a kinky menu of ideas revealed a willingness to "go there" to some degree, even if his presentation was purposefully outlandish enough to allow it to be a laugh shared.<br/><br/>She offered her own suggestion, as though his recon mission sifted an idea through the mesh of filters, but he couldn't tell if it was her wish or her offering to satisfy his own potential craving.  Either way, it was a delicious morsel of a result.  Her own expression and reference to herself and him in the third person gave him reason to believe that this was a tentative offering, though a willing exploration.  "Ohh, I like it," he offered back, playfully.  He didn't dare be over eager.  She was still Vicky, in all ways, in all the wonderful and deep meanings of herself to him.  He just couldn't make a third person object of her be the lead in this exploration, and he wouldn't ever let her feel that way.  He thought for a moment of<em>"Carter having his way with Vicky"</em>and decided that had a very fine ring to it, though he'd show her that<em>"Carter's way"</em>would be loving and adoring.  As her robe slipped open, their bodies were now dangerously close.  Her pink set was now displayed behind the curtain of white satin.  The view was deliciously alluring.<br/><br/>It was time to take the lead, make her comfortable, help her enjoy him in a whole new way, and, most importantly, make this safe for them both.  Her head tilted back, she was open for a sweet kiss.  Stepping forward, he moaned softly and brought his face down to hers.  He did accept the invite for a kiss, his first ever with<em>Vicky</em>.  Her warm mouth meeting his own was as soft and delicate as he imagined.  He had rehearsed this, quietly in his own wishes, privately many times before.  He held her gently, appreciatively, and with a sense of purpose.<br/><br/>He broke the kiss after a few lingering moments, though his past rehearsals of the moment called for a much longer, all encompassing blissful and erotic scene.  "Ok, slave girl, I accept."  He looked around the room for a good place to play out the idea that came to his mind.  The posts on the bed were too short to suit the idea, but an open section of the wall behind them would suit.  He gently moved her body with his hands on her hips, turning her so that her back would be to the wall.  Walking, if she'd follow his lead, he'd step her back towards it.  He'd raise her hands, taking them by her wrists, again, provided she'd allow him to take this lead.<br/><br/>"I bind you here," he offered.  His hands would press her wrists up above her head and he made the statement as though it was definitive.  "Imaginary binding, but the rule is you are 'bound' where I tell you you are, and you cannot move your wrists unless I say otherwise."  He gave her a playful, but intent look.  He wanted to make sure his "slave girl" was up for his game and this one rule before he'd proceed.  Feeling her body before him, and thinking of what he was about to do to her had his excitement level escalating.