Teahouse. - Lessard Tabris' room.
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				Title: <strong>Teahouse. - Lessard Tabris' room.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saerrael</strong> on <strong>01-03-2011, 03:03:51</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Lessard Tabris' room.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Suiko</strong> on <strong>01-03-2011, 03:27:11</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://oi52.tinypic.com/mmebud.jpg)</div><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">"My name is Lessard Tabris... But if you enter my chambers, you won't be needing it..."</span></span></div><br><div align="center">This room is possibly one of the most well-kept chambers in the whole of Teahouse. The elegant furniture is always exceptionally clean, owing in part to a possible obsession it's owner has in ensuring everything is in it's correct place. Mostly however, Lessard simply enjoys ensuring that he and his belongings always look their best, and it clearly shows in the fashioning of his most private chambers.<br><br>The most common shade is a deep cherry wood that makes up that large and sturdy fourposter bed (his needs warrented it to be so), the modest sized desk of drawers complete with a delicate golden pattern of leaves around the rim and a finely crafted wardrobe that almost fills one whole wall, a mirror attached to the door. Upon the bed lies a blend of silk and satin to create an elegant look in deep shades of maroon, several pillows of matching color being propped up against a large and ornate headboard; decorated with delicate swirls and patterns mimicking a rough sea. <br><br>The desk of drawers is rather plain, save for the golden detail, and inside rests a series of dress shirts and other basic essentials of clothing. Resting atop the surface lies a small mountain of envelopes and a dark brown quill resting atop a small stack of black paper, still not being written on. There are also three pocket watches, all silver in shade and varying by the delicate detail etched into the face and cover and taking pride of place in the center is a very simple black band of leather with a silver buckle; the standard collar used for some of his clients.<br><br>Something that would seem out of place in any room aside from Lessard's, is a three teered rack upon the far wall, housing various riding crops and canes, all of which are finely polished and cleaned thourally after each session. The final wall is covered by a think black curtain that hangs to the floor and gives no glimpse as to what lies behind, but one would see upon it's removal, a wide array of restraints, blindfolds and gas, even several carefully maintained knives,each hanging carefully upon a small hook.<br><br>A single chair crafted from the same cherry wood rests before the desk of drawers and faces the doorway at all times.Other minor things to note are the large sheer black canopy above the bed and a series of dark red candles standing elegantly upon the bedside table which cast the room in a flickering and someone ominous light. <br><br>The floor is also a hardened wood, to ensure that those who enter his room always leave with slightly sore knees; a little something extra to remember Mr. Tabris by when they leave...</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Lessard Tabris' room.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Suiko</strong> on <strong>02-03-2011, 02:22:26</strong>
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				Slowly, Lessard extended a slender hand to the golden doorknob and turned, stepping smoothly into the room with a perfected and even stride. He leftthe door open for his client, expecting it to be properly shut as he had previously instructed. As he entered his rather dark, yet exceptionally well-furnished room, he did not speak to River for several moments; instead busying himself with carefully lighting the eight candles that stood, tall and dignified upon the bedside table. Once that was done and the room cast in bright yet somehow ominous flickering light, the bespectacled man turned to River with a small nod.<br><br>"Disroe fully and stand before the chair." he said, his tone somewhat different to the elegant and poised voice he used outside. Inside his chambers, his demeanour turned more harsh and strict; leaving no room for argument as those steely blue eyes narrowed into fine slits, a glimmer of preemptive pleasure flickering across them for a brief moment. His lips where held in a perfect line, not allowing even the smallest hint of a smile slip through his role... <br><br>In this room, smiles had to be earned.<br><br>He moved to the chair slowly and sat, reaching for small glass of wine that had been abandoned in his hurry to leave for the main hall; plucking it from the set of drawers and pressing it to his lips, swallowing down the dark red liquid slowly. All the while his rather mezmerising eyes remained fixed upon River, slender legs crossing in a neat and proper fashion as he lightly swirled the glass in his hand, the other lifting to rest upon the arm of the chair.<br><br>It was the position of a man who was to inspect some valuable property for marks of abrasions; certainly not what one one would expect from a whore servicing a client.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Lessard Tabris' room.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saerrael</strong> on <strong>02-03-2011, 02:52:44</strong>
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				Something Lessard had said still lingered in his mind, even as he wandered into the room, keeping his eyes on him to not have them wander for even a moment, only breaking this to close the door behind him as instructed as quietly as he was able.<br><br><em>I will not stop if you simply tell me to do so.</em><br><br>That, and the safe word, the finger snapping when his mouth would be otherwise engaged.. did not help to calm the butterflies in his stomach.<br><br>While Lessard summoned light into the room, he but stood still, hands folded before him, eyes never straying. Of course he saw the room from the corners of them, but paid no heed, even if what he saw was quite to his liking.<br><br>At his command River did move, thought not much, only enough to position himself before the chair, head inclining at the man's words.<br>A slight smile spread at how he watched him. It didn't make him self-concious, however. It was enjoyable to see those eyes follow his smooth motions, hands that took apart the Asian orientated garments almost idly.<br><br>Something resembling a deep red obi fell to the ground first, giving room to open the white, embroidered jacket underneath, revealing River did not wear anything under the jacket but his skin ; porcelain carved and burned almost decoratively, no scar longer then one of his fingers, but the sheer amount of them impressive.<br>Stepping out of his shoes he moved one step to his left to stand next to them and slid his white pants downwards, one foot after the other elegantly raised to step out of this, too.<br>When he rose, he did not just reveal to be quite aroused, but also that the collection of scars on his legs -especially his thighs- was a great deal more impressive and held a hand full that were quite large indeed. Here, on the other hand, lash-marks seemed to dominate his skin.<br>If Lassard would inspect him closer, he'd find robe burns, too. And, of course, that the back of the boy, and the back of his legs, nearly held no unscarred skin any longer.<br><br>He did not conceal anything of this. Not his nakedness nor his scars. Though that lower lip did get sucked in again, a slight blush spreading over his cheeks. River knew damn well what he looked like.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Lessard Tabris' room.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Suiko</strong> on <strong>02-03-2011, 03:09:47</strong>
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				It was with a small note of mental pleasure that Lessard watched the boy move with complete obedience and silence; two qualities that were held in high esteem by the elegant whore and he himself didn'tmove other than to occasionally sip at his wine even as the wonderfully scarred body was revealed gracefully to him. A small thoughtful sound finally passed betweenhis lips after several doubtlessly agonizing moments of silent staring before he raised the hand holdinghis wine,offering it to River. *Hold it." He commanded firmly, his eyes resting upon the other males before he began his inspection.<br><br>Such a vast array of scars deserved some attention,and thus Lessard would give it. He stepped to the arms that was not holding the wine and raised it, fingertips rushing smoothly over the silken yet damaged flesh, his gaze almost clinical; as if he felt no sense of passion from the action. Of course he felt immense satisfaction from the view; it was proof that River could take a great deal... But of course he would not show such.<br><br>"Burns... Rope marks... Simple and effective..." He commentedidly, fingers tracing several scars before he moved the stand again in front of the boy and leaned forward to inspect the slender chest. Once again the very tips of his fingers brushed slowly over the porcelain flesh, purposefully drift tortuously close to dusky pink nipples only to move away. "Certainly, a large quantity of burns..." He again commented to himself as he moved yet lower, fingers skimming across River's stomach.<br><br>At this point, Lessard had to kneel in order to continue his inspection and he did so smoothly with a brief&nbsp; look to River's eyes. It was a natural talent; the ability to assume what should have been a submissive stance and yet appear no less dominant and yet he did this as he made no mention of the boy's arousal, his hands running with a small hum over the vastly concentrated number of whip marks, his head tilting to one side. "The thigh is a sensitive area. These must have been painful." He then looked directly at River's length closely, a small smirk tugging at his lips.<br><br>"Nothinghere, I see..." He mused, resting a fingertip upon the tip before abruptly moving to his feet, lifting that same finger and turning it lightly.<br><br>"Turn around." He ordered. of course it would have been simple for him to walk around the boy, but it was a delicate part of his relationship with his clients; the start of the firstmeeting. The hierarchy had to be established and firmly re enforced; Lessard wouldnot allow River any room for error.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Lessard Tabris' room.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saerrael</strong> on <strong>02-03-2011, 03:33:33</strong>
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				Though his blush did increase under Lessard's stare, River did not move. Asides that his chest seemed to raise and fall a bit faster then it had been.<br>When the glass was raised, he took it in his left hand, elegantly by the stem, not clumsy like a peasant to get his fingerprints all over the glass.<br><br>Lips parted at the investigating touch of his fingers, a very light tremble ran through his body. The lifted arm did not fall back when Lessard released it. Who knew what he still wished to do with it? River let it where he had taken it without a word.<br><br>The comments on his scars didn't evoke a word of him either. It didn't even evoke more thought than a growing need in him.<br>Hope grew Lessard would add his own scars, leave his autograph as it were.<br>Now and then a memory did surface, but he paid them no attention. Some scars had history, others were just as fleet in his memory as on his body ; he did take good care of himself after all, most scars were thin and a calm silver on his pale flesh.<br>The touch so near to his nipples wasn't all too impressive to the boy. There had been a wish, once, of him, to decorate them, but he never found the time nor the contact to follow for this.<br><br>When Lessard kneeled, River lowered his gaze, long lashes shadowing his cheeks. He had caught and understood the glance in the man's eyes when he sought his out.<br>The remark about the thighs being sensitive and that lashing there would have been painful broadened his smile. There was a very good reason he had so many there. He had paid quite the sum for them..<br><br>The brief, light touch to his tip finally did evoke ; a quiet hiss, a sharper shiver, eyes widening very slightly, hardly noticeable.<br><br>Swallowing, River turned, lowering the arm that had remained risen for this long to halfway, offering Lessard view on his back and the back of his legs, both covered with any type of scarring - even something that seemed to be claw-marks - one could ever think of.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Lessard Tabris' room.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Suiko</strong> on <strong>03-03-2011, 00:52:23</strong>
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				Even Lessard had to compose himself to not release a small growl as he surveyed the positive mess of the boy's back, being both pleased and irritated at once. There was no purpose behind any of the markings; no artistry or imagination. River had clearly gone to extreme lengths to get his 'fix' so to speak, and had left the dominant whore with little clean space to work on.<br><br>"Tut tut... Such a mess..." He mused quietly, one hand moving to push the boy's arm back to his side before he ran his fingers lightly over the scars that adores the slender back, pausing to look at the neck. That was something; there wasn't as much scaring there... Lessard would stake his claim.<br><br>His hands moved to run lightly over the round globes of flesh, a finger daring to run briefly over the cleft between them, searching for any sore skin. "I will teach you control, boy... Such a beautiful body should not be covered in such dulled scars... There is an art that you have sadly missed, but I will show you..." He then stepped around to take his wine and sip once again to drain the glass, placing it upon the drawers once again.<br><br>"Lay on the bed. Facing upwards." Lessard abruptly commanded, nodding towards the large fourposter. "Stretch your arms and legs as far as possible towards the corners...* he wanted to see how far Rive would manually move himself; some submissives were willing to try their best without his 'aid', while others craved it more.<br><br>Neither was better than the other in Lessard's opinion; it was a mere point of curiosity and as River (presumably) moved to comply, the whore moved to a small rack on the wall, retrieving a slender cane with and elegantly carved metal swan's head as the pommel, it clicking against the ground as he made his way back to the bed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Lessard Tabris' room.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saerrael</strong> on <strong>03-03-2011, 01:25:06</strong>
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				River sighed, and nearly spoke to defend himself, at Lessard's comment about his back.<br>Was it really his fault he had taken all this long to find a bedmate that knew what he was doing? Hell, he sure had scouted all possibilities. Hence the back, of course..<br>He chanced a glance over his shoulder, but only briefly, then lowered it to the ground. This man.. he made him feel guilty.<br>It was actually hard to follow the earlier command to not speak, but he kept to silence as instructed and but nodded a bit.<br><br>At the new command he raised his gaze to the bed, frowning lightly, then abided it.<br>"Yes sir," he said low, moving over to the bed to climb on it and lay himself on his back.<br>A four poster bed. So handy and wonderful. He made the effort to not only spread both his hands and legs, but to have all four limbs point to a post each, then flicked his eyes to study the black canopy above him.<br><br>Had his body disappointed Lessard? Like.. he had dreaded it would?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Lessard Tabris' room.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Suiko</strong> on <strong>06-03-2011, 02:18:15</strong>
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				"I can see it in those expressive eyes of yours..." Lessard mused as he moved leisurely towards the nearby wall, pushing aside a long and heavy curtain that shielded almost an entire wall of the room from view. Should River chose to spare a glance in that direction, he would catch a brief glimpse of metal, wood and an array of leather all held up delicately against the wall, though the curtain fell back before a greater look could be gleamed.<br><br>As the whore moved back tot he bed he continued to speak, noting silently with some pleasure at how River had stretched his body to the four points of the bed; a fine client this was, one who would actively try to please him, rather than simply sit and wait for whatever would come. "The fear of rejection." He finished his earlier comment simply, stroking the four thin bands of sturdy, yet soft leather he held within his grip, humming quietly as he moved first to the man's right wrist.<br><br>"Remove it. You will find no such thing here... Your body may be already marked... But do not fear; I will find a place to make my mark on you. And you will not forget it." He swiftly and expertly tied the wrist to the bedpost, allowing a small amount of give to ensure that circulation would still flow, before moving on to the opposite wrist and doing the same.<br><br>"Beautifully scarred and open to my art... A rather perfect toy..." He mused, as if to himself as he made his way toward River's ankles, gripping one firmly and tugging downward to cause the first dash of pain that would be delivered that day; the slight burning sensation of leather cutting into flesh before the pressure was eased and he fastened the strap.<br><br>It was in silence then that Lessard moved to complete the man's bondage, stepping to stare shamelessly at the bound and naked figure in order to examine the response; did River respond positively to such scrutiny? He intended to find out the positives and negatives about this client; he was certain to be a repeat customer...<br><br>After a moment, the whore turned and moved to a rack upon the wall which held&nbsp; an array of riding crops and a slender cane. Retrieving the latter, he purposefully tapped it loudly upon the floor with each step, signalling its approach. "Tell me, boy... How do you feel being bound and helpless as you are now? There is no way out of those bonds, save for my good graces... I could very well leave you in this room for hours on end; no one would come in to check..."<br><br>He raised the cane and rested the hard, thin tip upon River's chest, trailing it leisurely over his body before he paused over a pink nipple, rubbing the sensitive flesh firmly with the firm wood, allowing a small smirk to curl to his lips. "To think... I am the whore in this room... No one would think, hm?" His tone clearly stated that it was no insult; if anything, Lessard was rather amused and terribly enticed by the whole situation.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Lessard Tabris' room.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saerrael</strong> on <strong>08-03-2011, 01:41:37</strong>
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				When Lessard spoke, his gaze tore from the canopy to fall upon him, though he didn't raise and thus not had the best view on him. It was interesting to note the heavy curtain. Did he keep specific treasures hidden there..? He couldn't really tell, all he got was a glint of metal, a hint of leather, some wood.<br><br><em>"I can see it in those expressive eyes of yours... The fear of rejection."</em><br><br>River sighed a bit and closed his eyes briefly, then raised a brow at the words that followed and locked his gaze unto the other man.<br>It didn't bother him, in the least, that Lessard was restraining him. He couldn't give it all of his attention at the moment, either, he was too busy listening to him, a slight smile spreading, curling his lips, at the compliment.<br>Something that faded when they parted and let free a small moan at the bite of leather, tongue quickly licking them after.<br>He could feel himself harden further..<br><br><em>"Tell me, boy... How do you feel being bound and helpless as you are now? There is no way out of those bonds, save for my good graces... I could very well leave you in this room for hours on end; no one would come in to check..."</em><br><br>As he collected his thoughts, he but had to grin at the last part of his question.<br>"I'd not like it if you left, sir.. But I do like to be restrained. I don't feel helpless. I feel quite free," he said, following Lessard continuesly with his gaze.<br>He swallowed at the feel of the cane, eyes going over it, then back to the man holding it, slightly curving upwards when it reached one of his nipples.<br>The remark made, the rhetorical question, was but met with a smile that grew a bit mysterious. Of course it was quite obvious who the whore here was. At least for River...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Lessard Tabris' room.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Suiko</strong> on <strong>09-03-2011, 02:13:45</strong>
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				A small hum of approval passed between Lessard's lips at the comment of freedom that came from the bound man, nodding simply. It was a common view with people that sought his services; the freedom to act naturally, to not be forced to cover up one's more basic urges. It was a strange sense of freedom, but a powerful one that the whore found many would pay a great deal of money for; a fact that he enjoyed exploiting. "Hmm... You seem rather experienced, judging by your body... I am curious to see how far it stretches." A small chuckle passed between his lips before he trailed the smooth and had tip of the can back down River's body, it tracing the slender contours of the man's hips as it journeyed downward.<br><br>It briefly ran so very close to the man's arousal, skimming the sensitive flesh before moving away and resting upon the tender skin of the inner thigh. "Your body tells me how you know of sensitive areas... Lets see how you react..." His eyes narrowed slightly behind elegant frames as he lifted the can and abruptly brought it downwards from a modest height, it cracking across the sensitive thigh, a small rush of wind blowing slightly over River's length due to the force.<br><br>By no means was it as hard as Lessard would have liked to deliver, but it was important to test the waters; to determine how much a client could take. Some were more extreme, others enjoyed only a small glimpse of the delights that pain could offer... By River's appearance he could guess that in this case it was the latter... But often something of a build up was needed to stir the body into craving more. Into <em>needing</em> what he could give.<br><br>"How long is your body mine to ravage?" He tilted his head to one side, trailing a fingertip over the red mark that blossomed where the wood had struck such pale flesh.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Lessard Tabris' room.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saerrael</strong> on <strong>09-03-2011, 02:58:11</strong>
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				He couldn't help it. The moment he heard Lessard contemplate how far 'it' would stretch, he automatically thought of something completely different then was, quite possibly, meant. It made him chuckle a bit, his mind wandering for a moment, almost answering something in the lines of that he was quite flexible.<br>The cane Lessard was using, however, was much to distracting to keep following this trail of thought, new thoughts and desires raising quickly and the hope the man knew how to use such a toy correctly.<br><br>The pain didn't flare up until after the kiss of moving air wandered around his body, almost as if it had been first, not the cane hitting his flesh. The wind itself tickled and enticed in a very gentle manner. The pain flaring.. was something completely different.<br>His eyes closed as his body arched, putting tension on the leather he'd been bound with, a moan of pleasure passing lips that stayed parted, even after he fell back unto the bed.<br><br>Not the hardest of lashes.. but it did put him into that headspace he so much enjoyed.<br>Squirming slightly, he opened his eyes again to look at Lessard, slight smile creeping back to his lips.<br><br>"As long as it takes...," he said, voice gone somewhat hoarse.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Lessard Tabris' room.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Suiko</strong> on <strong>09-03-2011, 03:20:09</strong>
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				The instant the small shadow of a chuckle passed between River's lips,Lessard's eyes narrowed dangerously and he lifted the cane, bringing it down quickly directly towards the man's face, bringing it to an abrupt stop a mere inch from the reddened lips, showing the depth of control he had over the slender wooden item. "I believe I instructed you not to speak unless spoken to... That includes making such foolish sounds. If I hear it again the cane will not stop before it strikes you..." There was a fine line between pain and pleasureable pain; one that he knew well how to tread; it was certainly best to remain on one's best behaviour around the man.<br><br>"He closed his eyes for a moment before he nodded at the response, pleased that he would not be rushed in his artistic endeavour, bringing the cane back down the the sensitive thigh, rubbing firmly over the red mark that had formed there. "Still... You react well..." He mused aloud, a thoughtful look coming to his features before he brought the can down a second time, the strike being a good deal stronger than the previous one, the accompanying rush of air also being more notable. Rather than look at the reaction however, Lessard placed the cane carefully against the side of the bed and turned back to the wall, slowly moving the curtain out of the way.<br><br>"You will be coming to see me again -" there was no question about it; River would come back to him,"- as such... This will be an experimental session..." He turned back, a slender piece of silver held lightly between his fingers, and he smiled slowly, sitting upon the side of the bed, trailing to cold metal down the side of River's cheek. "I will test you on a number of things... And find the select few that I deem the best..."<br><br>Suddenly, he flicked his wrist and a slender blade flicked outwards from the handle, the smooth and sharp edge glittering ominously before he trailed it slowly down the curve of River's throat, being featherlight so as to not cut... Not yet. "Have you ever felt a blade before? Even felt the sensation of your blood trickling over your body...?" He purred, the blade slowly circling a pink nipple, a dangerous glitter in the man's sharp eyes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Lessard Tabris' room.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saerrael</strong> on <strong>09-03-2011, 03:39:17</strong>
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				A quick inhale of breath at the cane swinging at his face. Not.. that the pain would hinder him, but.. it was his face ; one of the places he'd not be touched unless he actually <em>wanted</em> to be disowned.<br>Still.. not only the control Lessard showed by stopping it so close to his face his hair moved in the breeze, but most definitely his strictness.. was touching. And quite deep, too.<br>He'd most definitely return to a man so strict and talented..<br><br>"Yes, sir," he mumbled, then swallowed, taking note as to control himself better.<br>Of course that thought was utterly obliterated by the next strike that landed. This time, his eyes remained closed longer, as long as his moan hung in the air, only opening halfway to meet Lessard's eyes anew, only flicking to the silver in his hands briefly.<br><br>It was against his throat so quickly, he nearly jumped. Figuratively, of course, he'd not be able to do much but lay due to his bounds.<br>The touch was so soft, so.. gentle. He craved it to cut. Draw blood.<br>He actually had to lick his lips before he could answer the question asked.<br><br>"Yes, sir... I-I have.. It.. is a wonderful feeling," he said, trying to not move as the blade was so very close to one of his nipples.<br>God, that look in Lessard's eyes.. He wondered what kind of marks he'd walk out of the Teahouse with afterwards..
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Lessard Tabris' room.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Suiko</strong> on <strong>09-03-2011, 03:56:56</strong>
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				A small smirk clung to those dark lips at the moans, the licking of lips that revealed just how masochistic River seemed to be, and Lessard mentally praised the boy for managing to answer his questions rather quickly and efficiently; as much as he loved to make people speechless... It got extremely irritating when he wished to learn information, and receive nothing but a stream of incoherent mumbling in response. Delightful, but irritating, and Lessard's time was (quite literally) money.<br><br>"Hm... As I mentioned earlier, however... Your nipples remain untouched... I will fix that." A flash flickered over those steely blue eyes as he lifted the blade and placed the point directly upon the sensitive flesh, his gaze fixed upon River's face as he carefully flicked the blade upward, cutting a tiny slit in the flesh. It was similar to a paper cut; nothing harmful, but it would certainly bleed... And due to it's location, it would have a rather deep sting to it. <br><br>"Mm... Wonderful..." He commented idly, placing his free hand upon the man's chest, firmly pressing down should River try to jerk and writhe in response to the cut as he slowly lowered his face down tot he small slit, running the tip of his tongue over it, taking a moment to tease the sensitive nub before he raised his head, running his tongue over his lips. "You taste delicious..." He purred silkily, resting a fingertip upon the injured nipple, irritating the cut to gather some crimson blood upon the digit, lifting it to slowly rub it over the boy's lips, chuckling before he leaned over to place his head above the other's.<br><br>"How fine you look when dressed in pain..." He murmured, his tongue slowly running over the bloodied lips, his eyes being fixed upon River's.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Lessard Tabris' room.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saerrael</strong> on <strong>11-03-2011, 01:38:54</strong>
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				He just couldn't look away from those eyes, nor wanted to do so. The expression to them made him feel as if he were a deer and Lessard a wolf; prey and predator.<br>Yes, that was it. The look in his eyes was predatorial.. And enough to make River want to surrender, submit. Worship.<br>Quite blatantly ; if the man hadn't had this look in his eyes, River wouldn't be half as horny as he was. A detached Master was all fine and dandy, but something of an animal had to show. Something dangerous beneath the layers of discipline.<br><br>At first he hardly felt the cut. The blade used was probably very sharp. But then it bloomed, and it was strong, fingers of pain clawing through his chest, making it hard to breath. He was actually quite glad Lessard pinned him down, in some remote part of his brain. If not, the blade would had cut deeper when he arched breathlessly.<br>It was starting to mess with his head, though. He had problems focussing now, the sounds he made seemed to come from someone else.<br><br>A quiet "Hnn....," escaped him as Lessard pressed his finger to the new cut. Not just the pressure, but also the salt of the man's fingertip bit him, evoking a near snake-like squirm out of the boy.<br><br>When he felt a gentle touch to his lips, smelled iron so close, he had to collect himself to understand what was happening, then licked, carefully, hesitantly, at the lips so close, sharing the taste of his blood with him.<br>He hoped he hadn't crossed a boundary with this.. He craved so much the feel of the man's kiss, hoping it would be just as violent as the man itself seemed to be, just as dangerous.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Lessard Tabris' room.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Suiko</strong> on <strong>18-03-2011, 19:39:37</strong>
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				A deep purr of approval passed between Lessard's lips as he watched the glorious reactions that blossomed over the boy's figure, a sense of immense satisfaction coming to his mind. Lessard had barely begun and yet already River was writhing upon the bed sheets, clearly aroused and craving more.<br><br>At the slow and tentative tongue that ran over his lips, he chuckled deeply and shook his eyes, eyes narrowing. "Brave boy..." He commented silkily before those dark sapphire eyes narrowed and he leaned downward abruptly to claim those soft lips as his own. A loud growl echoed in his throat as a hand lifted to hold River's chin in place, preventing any movement. His tongue pressed into the boy's mouth and plundered the heated cavern before drawing River's out between their lips.<br><br>His teeth came down upon the silky muscle and he allowed himself a small groan of pleasure at the sensation of flesh between his teeth, sucking firmly to deepen the dominating and all-consuming kiss.<br><br>If River had any doubt that Lessard was in charge, he certainly would have them no longer.<br><br>Lessard leaned back finally, only to nibble along the boy's lower lip, chuckling softly. "You taste rather wonderful... I wonder if it continues elsewhere..." The hand not still gripping River's chin had drifted downward and now rested upon the trembling abdomen, nails pricking at the flesh so very close to the hardened length.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Lessard Tabris' room.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saerrael</strong> on <strong>20-03-2011, 06:10:22</strong>
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				Lessard's growl had him shaking, a quiet moan slipping from his lips, full of craving, but quickly muffled by the man's mouth.<br>River didn't want to move. At all. But his hand gripping his chin while his mouth was invaded added to the kiss in its own way. It said he was his. It hinted of more. And he wanted so much more.<br>It didn't take him by surprise, at least not much, when Lessard pulled his tongue out of his mouth and bit and suckled on it. The way his tongue was held led him to believe he'd not be able to move it. If he had wanted such.<br>He hadn't been disappointed.. Lessard's kiss <em>was</em> violent. Dangerous. And oh so dominating..<br><br>A whimper escaped him when he released him, lips remaining parted while his tongue slid along them. There was this wonderful, tingling pain to it. For some reason he had half a mind to ask him if he wanted a blowjob. Maybe to make the pain reach further back and down into his throat.<br>Not that he saw it his place to ask even something like this.<br><br>Listening to the words spoken, he smiled slightly, then bit his lower lip when Lessard's nails -so close to his erection- introduced the slightest of pains to his abdomen, causing muscle to clench and relax, creating a wave under the scarred porcelain of his skin.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Lessard Tabris' room.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Suiko</strong> on <strong>25-03-2011, 19:12:24</strong>
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				River was such a pleasing sight to behold; spread and bound upon the black bed sheets, his pale flesh standing out beautifully in contrast. Lessard slowly ran his tongue over his lips with a low hum of approval, his nails continuing to idly trace patterns over the silken flesh, still so very close to the boy's arousal. "You make a fine work of art..." He murmured softly, his breath fluttering over River's neck.<br><br>Slowly, he eased onto the bed, kneeling beside the bound boy and leaning over him, hands resting firmly either side of his head. Long dark hair hung around them in a makeshift curtain, leaving River with nothing to look at save for his intense stare; the stare of a cat facing a cornered mouse. "I can see the hunger in your eyes. The need for what I can give you..." Lessard's voice was always powerful and dominant, but now it held a subtle hint of danger to it as he slid a leg between River's, sliding it upward until his thigh nudged the heated flesh.<br><br>"I will break you, boy... And piece you back together..." He allowed his lips to curve in a small smirk before he applied almost painful pressure; his thigh pressing upward against River's length, arching back and forth in order to tease; to drive him wild with need.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Lessard Tabris' room.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saerrael</strong> on <strong>31-03-2011, 02:38:03</strong>
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				There actually bloomed a blush at Lessard's compliment. Granted, River, if dressed, did turn heads in the streets. But, when undressed, most would not care to look all too close. The compliment was very welcome, indeed.<br><br>It was getting harder to keep his eyes open, they wouldn't go open all the way anymore, his eyelids hooding his eyes. But he did meet and lock unto the man's stare, feeling it drive into the very heart of him, and Lessard's words were true ; there was hunger in them. A passionate, greedy, needy desire for everything Lessard could do to him.<br>He couldn't stop a low groan at the man's intonation and would have spread his legs wider, eager to give the man room, if he had room to move in when he felt the leg slide then nudge against the centre of his fire.<br><br>The words that followed made him quiver, lips parting to give room to a breath just as quivering, something that evolved into a long drawn-out moan when the pressure against his balls and craving erection became firmer and painful. His back arched from the bed, quivers running wild through his frame.<br>"God, yes, <em>please</em>....," he moaned, eyes closing briefly before he was able to get some sort of hold on them again and look up at Lessard. This time, however, the look in his eyes was more a plea. A fiery hot, melting, passionate, submissive plea for more.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Lessard Tabris' room.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Suiko</strong> on <strong>05-04-2011, 23:50:50</strong>
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				The deep and menacing predatory gleam flickered to life in Lessard's dark brown eyes at the look of the most basic and desperate pleading that River gazed at him with. It sent a glorious shudder down his spine to see just how needy he could make a person; to watch as any foolish boundaries of shame or pride were broken. "Watch yourself now... If you dirty my clothing, you will be cleaning it..." He commented, his tone several octaves lower, firmer than it had been previously. The nod down to the boy's hardened length made it clear just what he was speaking of.<br><br>"Tell me..." He began again, leaning forward slowly to flick his tongue in a slow, hot movement over a dusky pink nipple. "Do you think you are a good boy...? That you deserve more of the delights I can give?" As if to show that he was fully capable of loosing the control he prided himself on, the whore parted his lips and bit down sharply upon the hardened bud, a small growling sound rumbling within his throat as he tasted the coppery note of blood, a hand moving to toy with the bleeding nipple to bring more crimson fluid to the surface. The answer to the question often gave a good indication of the sort of submissive he was dealing with and Lessard was sure to pay attention even as he jerked his knee upward once again to slowly scrape the rough fabric of his leggings over sensitive flesh.<br><br>Still waiting for a response, those dangerous teeth trailed slowly downwards, his back arching slightly as he trailed nibbles and the occasional hard bite to wonderfully silken flesh, purring hotly against the boy's stomach. He was beautiful. Such a shame he had already been touched by so many...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Lessard Tabris' room.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saerrael</strong> on <strong>22-04-2011, 03:48:35</strong>
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				Clean his clothing? He'd buy him a full new wardrobe if he so wished.. But Lessard was right, he did need to show more control. It was just.. so hard. He craved for him, every fibre of his body screamed at him to demand his desires to be fulfilled. Which was a torment on its own. The best of torments. To be in such need and not speak, not ask, only have his body speak for him. A body he needed to gain control over again.<br>He bit his own upper lip until he almost broke the skin, demanding focus where his body demanded pleasure. He won, but only barely, and he had no clue how long he would be able oto keep in charge.<br><br><em>"Tell me... Do you think you are a good boy...? That you deserve more of the delights I can give?"</em><br><br>River would have cursed if had enjoyed any less of an upbringing as had. What a question! How on earth could he answer this correctly?<br>Because.... he had broken a rule or two, already, so.. he was not?<br>Than again, he fought with all of himself to be just that, a 'good boy'. Even if he was loosing ground on himself and under Lessard by the moment.<br><br>Oh god those eyes...<br><br>And didn't he <em>want</em> the man to punish him?<br><br>His lips parted to answer, and he hesitated, briefly, but long enough to be noticeable, then inhaled deeply, shivering under the nibbles and bites.<br><br>"I...," he started, then said, lower "No, I don't think I deserve what you can offer.."<br>A blush crept to his cheeks. It was daring. He hadn't answered, but had given quite a bit of insight, instead.<br>Being either a good or bad boy didn't matter one bit if Lessard deemed River to be the wrong type of submissive, anyway.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Lessard Tabris' room.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Suiko</strong> on <strong>18-05-2011, 14:50:02</strong>
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				Lessard chuckled deeply against the soft flesh of the boy's stomach, flicking his tongue in a slow and tantalising fashion over a particularly prominent scar that curved around a slender hipbone. "An honest answer..." He said softly, not revealing whether it was the correct response; it would likely torture River, to not know how his words had been taken, however the whore continued to move his lips and hands, nails digging deep ridges over the sensitive skin of his thigh, purring deeply. In truth, Lessard approved very much of the boy's response, but it never hurt to teach a submissive the lesson of patience and self-control; something that River could certainly do with, the way he writhed on the bed sheets.<br><br>"I am... Pleased." He finally said after several agonising moments before he leaned upward and abruptly placed both hands either side of River's face, looking directly into those brilliant eyes, his tone a low growl. "You do not deserve anything that I do to you... But I will give you... A little, regardless..." He chuckled darkly, the smirk of a predator curling upon his lips as he added, "When next you visit, perhaps you will be granted more..." It was, if anything, a good way of securing continued custom; dangling further delights in front of his client's eyes. Promising more.<br><br>"Now then... You are already marked... Therefore I will add my own... And I will ensure you remember them." He slowly stood and moved away, back to the previously hidden wall that housed his more expensive items, hummin softly as he withdrew a sleek, black crop, flicking the tip against the curtain with an audible snap. "Not the most painful item at my disposal... But it will suffice..." <em>For now...</em><br><br>Making his way back towards the bound boy, e tilted his head to one side, having the expression of one who was studying a fine piece of art, or a prizewinning animal. Slowly, Lessard trailed the tip of the crop over his body, beginning at the boy's knee, trailing up the slender thigh and teasingly brushing over River's groin, it continuing up until it rested firmly beneath his chin, steering his face towards him. "Where do you think are the most sensitive points of the human body, hmm...? Where do you think you should feel the sting...?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Lessard Tabris' room.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saerrael</strong> on <strong>22-05-2011, 04:16:07</strong>
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				Those moments between his own answer, however different then one would have expected to a question Lessard had asked, and the words he spoke to, basically, tell him everything was alright, were the longest moments in River's life. Minutes, probably, but if someone had informed him it had been hours, he'd believed it, too.<br>Lessard proved to be more than he had thought. Much more than the whores in other brothels. He actually desired to please him and was worried about accidentally staining his clothes with his precum.<br>Even if he could buy him a new wardrobe, and would if he so wanted, it woudl be.. what? A sign of disrespect? Maybe.. But it would, definitely, be a sign of weakness on his side.<br><br>It didn't matter Lessard agreed River wasn't worthy of the delights he could give him, a smile still crept and formed. What mattered was how he handled River's honesty, laid down, again, that he was the Lord of this bedroom, re-establish his domination.<br>He positively shivered. Lessards words were worth more than his more gentle touch.<br><br>He stood. Moved away. River swallowed. What would he get? Would he.. would he even come back?<br>But the whore didn't move all too far, and did come back, black crop in his hand.<br>His studying himself made him blush. There was no way to hide himself. And.. he didn't want to do such, either. Still, the studying gaze was penetrating.<br>The touch of the crop, gentle, send a slight shiver of anticipation through his body.<br>The question asked, however, was an interesting one and River took a moment to contemplate, a more serous expression unfolding.<br><br>"I do have places that are not marked, sir. And those are quite delicate," he said, after some thought. It would be dangerous, though, as the places he meant would either be off limits where it were those that showed when he was dressed. And, of course, what no other 'Master' had dared scar up before ; his quivering erection.<br>Would this man be skilled enough to do what no one had been able to? River had asked other whores, but they hadn't dared. River really didn't want to hear such form this particular whore, though. He had to chose his words carefully if he wanted to give Lessard enough room to decline torturing and scarring him up where his desire was the strongest.<br><br>"I... will leave it to you to decide, sir."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Lessard Tabris' room.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Suiko</strong> on <strong>29-05-2011, 22:08:39</strong>
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				The response was an interesting one; most clients who came for his services never failed to hastily tell where they wished to feel the delights of pain the most, but River was much more pleasing; it was a game almost between the two, and Lessard found himself chuckling softly and shaking his head, twitching the crop up higher in order to stretch the boy's neck uncomfortably upwards as he leaned forward to carefully inspect the flushed features of his current canvas. "Ahh, you are a pleasant difference from the others that visit this room..." It was a small, but definite compliment as the whore always believed in giving such when they were due.<br><br>He raised his free hand at a painfully slow pace, ensuring that the boy would see every movement. A fingertip rested on the tip of the quivering length, drifting slowly down the shaft to the base before he dragged a nail back up, smirking slightly. "I know where you desire my touch... But you will earn it; you will earn the scars that I will eventually gift to you..." His voice was controlled and smooth; promising untold pleasures to the boy if he proved himself worthy in Lessard's eyes. He had never been able to full indulge himself before this;had always had to check himself to ensure that his clients would return... But River... River would return [i[because[/i] he indulged himself.<br><br>"Now then... For the moment..." Lessard said, removing his teasing touch from the boy's length to touch his chin thoughtfully before suddenly and without warning the crop flicked downward to strike with a sharp crack against the sensitive flesh of River's thigh, a dark red welt soon blossoming of the skin, earning an approving growl from the man's throat. "Beautiful..." He commented softly, raising his hand once again and delivering a second, harder strike ever so slightly closer to River's groin, a slight brush of wind ghosting over the quivering erection.<br><br>It was an exercise n the beginning of pain, and also a way of proving to the client how able the whore was; the control Lessard showed was exquisite and his way on ensuring that the boy had some measure of confidence in him. "Your skin looks wonderful tinted red... How does it feel, oy?" He asked smoothly, bringing the flared tip of the crop down for a third time on the opposite thigh.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Lessard Tabris' room.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saerrael</strong> on <strong>07-06-2011, 02:24:39</strong>
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				<em>Tease</em> he thought, but didn't say a thing, merely smiled slightly at the man's words, blushing at the compliment given, sucking his lower lip in when Lessard forced him to stretch his neck farther.<br><em>God, I want you...</em> followed, and he wasn't all too sure his thoughts weren't clearly readable on his face. But, if they were, would that be so bad? He <em>did</em> want him. Badly. But he'd not word it unless asked.<br><br>Lips parted for a quivering moan at the feel and sight of him touching his now demanding length. Volume and quiver increasing when he drew back up with his <em>nail</em>, a stronger shudder passing through his body.<br>Every last inch of his body was so very sensitive now. So craving touch, but more so craving pain. How long would Lessard but play with him? Would he ever give him release, at that?<br><br>His trail of thought was broken, shattered, when the pain bloomed, back arching up hard, still parted lips giving room for a loud groan. He didn't even hear Lessard's growl.<br>The welt burned. And the burn spread through his skin.<br>The second second stroke was so close to his groin he thought he'd die. <em>Closer...</em><br>Eyes closed, teeth bit into lips. He had to keep focus. Damn it. But it felt so fucking good.<br>He sighed a frustrated sigh through his nose when he felt a pearl of precum wander down his erection. He would <em>not</em> lose control, he would not.<br><br>Lessard asked him something, and he inhaled deeply so he had breath to answer, but his voice was a quivering whisper still.<br>"Please.. c-can I have more..? It.. it feels g-good."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Lessard Tabris' room.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Suiko</strong> on <strong>07-06-2011, 02:35:31</strong>
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				Every motion, no matter how slight was like poetry to Lessard and his eyes watched with a steadily growing hunger as River writhed and cried out so beautifully for him, a satisfied smile curling upon his features. While he was no mindreader, he could tell quite easily that the boy wanted more, wanted to feel the sharper stings that he could offer and he chuckled softly at the weak whisper that passed those rosy lips, tilting is head thoughtfully to one side.<br><br>"More, you say.." His eyes caught the glitter of precum lingering upon the tip, trailing down the side of the boy's hardened length and he smirked, being unable to resist the temptation of taste. Without warning, he leaned downward and ran the very tip of his tongue in a slow, teasing line up the heated flesh, allowing himself a low groan at the slightly salty taste, flicking his tongue against the very tip before moving away. "Your taste... I rather like it..." He purred, sliding slowly to kneel between forcibly spread legs, his gaze shifting from the boy's throbbing heat to flushed face.<br><br>"For every time your hips move from the bed... You will receive one less scar. We begin at five, for today..." It was a fine test of the submissive's will and, carefully tucking his hair behind is ears, Lessard leaned forward, thumb and forefinger lightly gripping the base to give him plenty of room. His lips closed firmly over the tip of River's erection and he sucked slowly, those dark and predatory eyes fixed upon his client's, wishing to see the expression of bliss that would blossom there. Very gently, knowing that tolerance varied from person to person, he dragged teeth over the smooth head with a featherlight motion; testing the waters for future use.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Lessard Tabris' room.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saerrael</strong> on <strong>17-06-2011, 02:04:44</strong>
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				He could sweat on his brow, but he didn't wonder or think about it. It was there, and would probably break out on the rest of his body soon enough. This man was <em>good</em> and he found he had been starved for just what this man was giving him. All of the other whores he'd been with didn't compare, they didn't even come close. And he'd not return to the other brothels now he had had a taste of Lessard.<br><br>His breath caught in his chest when Lessard leaned in and his eyes followed him. The fact the tip of his tongue lapped up his precum made him whimper. Not the feel of it, which was divine on its own, but to see him do it. And there was nothing, nothing at all, submissive in the gesture.<br>He had to press his hips into the bed or they would have bucked upwards and he wanted to give him all the freedom he needed. But, god... How he wanted to.<br><br>Swallowing, he nodded, a quiet "Yes sir" dropping form his lips, still looking at Lessard between his legs. He wouldn't.. Would he..?<br>He did!<br>Breathing in sharply, he pressed into the bed again, hands balling into fists. He couldn't look. The feeling on itself was enough to break him in half. If he'd look.. he knew he'd explode.<br>River's face turned crimson, but not out of shyness. He fought himself. To not move. To not cry out. His breath escaped him quivering, his body shuddering on the sheets.<br>But then he felt the teeth and he gasped out.<br>"Ah.. careful...," he whispered "Y-you'll make.. I.. not yet, please..?"<br><br>Now sweat did break out all over his body, covering him in a thin sheet that caught the light in the room, making the young man shine as if his inner glow wasn't shining enough yet.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Lessard Tabris' room.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Suiko</strong> on <strong>17-06-2011, 02:20:39</strong>
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				Lessard would have been lying to himself if he said that he wouldn't have been happy to force the boy to release for him then and there; to taste the essence more fully would be divine... But alas, he was there to provide a service and as such he would ensure that River got his money's worth. For several moments however, he indulged his appetites; sucking expertly upon the hardened flesh and allowing himself a small moan at the sensation. He tried to make the boy arch his hips, to push him to the limit and yet... He didn't.<br><br>The whore was impressed.<br><br>He chuckled under his breath at the whimpering plea, slowly sliding his lips away and releasing the length with a small pop. "We will improve your tolerance... I enjoy your taste and would delight in it more..." He then allowed himself to smile and shift his lips to a quivering inner thigh, whispering against it.<br><br>"You did well however... Five scars..." He parted his lips and sucked in some of the sensitive skin, toying with it for a moment before a low, almost animalistic growl echoed from him and he clamped his teeth down hard, viciously twisting and tasting the coppery tang of blood. It would be small, but the small scar would surely bruise and be painful for days after. For several moments Lessard continued to ravage the point before he trailed his lips upward over River's chest.<br><br>"One..." He muttered, his lips nearing a light pink nipple.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Lessard Tabris' room.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saerrael</strong> on <strong>21-06-2011, 03:03:55</strong>
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				The whore didn't stop, but at least he no longer used his teeth on him. River was certain that he would have exploded if Lessard had kept that up. And he didn't want to come. Not yet, anyway. Not like this.<br>Somehow it felt as if he would desecrate him if he would shoot his load in that demanding mouth.<br>River did toss his head from side to side. It was still a hell of a job to not cave under the blowjob. The moan he heard was answered with a whimper. He nearly lost it there.<br>His hips, however, did not buck upwards, wanting all promised marks too badly to fail this.<br><br>Improve his tolerance. That would be welcome to River. He hadn't needed it all too much in the past, but.. he had a feeling he would if he were to return here for.. another session with Lessard.<br>Eyes opened to watch down a quivering, sweaty form and he felt his lips curl into a smile. His eyes didn't open all the way anymore. Both body and mind where warm, hazy and completely focussed on the other man.<br><br>His breath hitched when Lessard ravaged a small spot on his inner thigh, his back arching form the sheets slightly while he attempted to lay still so he shouldn't have to follow his leg upwards.<br>If all his marks were like this, he wondered if he would make it to the fifth. He was adamant, though, to keep it up.<br><br>When he released, he let out a quiet breath, then swallowed when he saw Lessard reach higher, shuddering in delight at the one spoken word so close to his nipple.<br>This man would break him.<br>He wanted it so badly he could taste it.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Lessard Tabris' room.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Suiko</strong> on <strong>08-07-2011, 13:00:27</strong>
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				River seemed as close to a perfect client as Lessard had ever had the pleasure to service; responsive, controlled, undeniably attractive. He had a deep rooted desire to push the boy;s tolerance to the limit; to see how much the slender frame could handle before he broke out in what he knew would be beautiful screams of painful ecstasy... But tat would have to wait; they did not have as long together as the whore would have liked, and besides, he ad to keep most of is talents close; there would be no point returning t him if he gave it all away on the first visit.<br><br>It was with a soft chuckle that he felt ever shudder pass through the boy's tense figure, every suppressed jerk of the hips and shift of shapely legs. It was a delight to see such responses even as they were held back by such determination to do well, and Lessard allowed his hands to slide slowly down River's side, curling over smooth hips before dragging his nails inward to hover teasingly close to the heated length, his gaze flicking upward to watch the expressions upon the attractive face.<br><br>"Don't quieten your voice... I wish to hear it..." He purred deeply, his tongue sliding slowly over the nipple with a soft sigh before he leaned closer and clamped his teeth around the sensitive flesh, groaning softly as he sucked hard, teetering on the boarder of what would be pleasureable and painful. As he lavished the hot attention on River's chest, one hand slid from the boy's thigh to gently cup the aching shaft and teasinglyrun up and down; not enough to grant release, but enough to cause added heat to River's body.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Lessard Tabris' room.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saerrael</strong> on <strong>12-07-2011, 03:03:01</strong>
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				<em>I'm crumbling..</em><br><em>...to a whore.</em><br><br>He smirked inwardly. One quiet spark of focus left.<br>Of course he was crumbling. Who cared how Lessard made his bread.<br>He was sure no businessman would ever make him feel this way.<br>Would ever be this good.<br><br>"I need you," he mumbled, frowning while he focussed deeply to be able to speak.<br>"Please," he added, breathlessly "Please, <em>Master</em>."<br><br>He couldn't feel the bounds that held him any more. They didn't matter. All his attention - what little there was left of it - was on Lessard. The only man he'd ever called Master. And he'd done so on instinct.<br><br>He arched up from the bed, lips parted for a deep moan when pain and pleasure bloomed on his chest. Though the teasing touch to his aching erection was hardly felt, it was still too much.<br>"Please...," he begged, eyes shut again, tremors running through his slender frame "Please."<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Lessard Tabris' room.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Suiko</strong> on <strong>17-07-2011, 02:57:52</strong>
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				A small chuckle passed between Lessard's lips as he heard the weak plea echo from him delightful client, pausing in his torture of the sensitive skin in order to speak softly, shifting so that his body rested fully above River's his face facing the boy's. "Ahh... Done after only two? We must work on your resistance, boy..." Had he been seen before that point, the whore would have simply continued, but for those who first entered his room, he would make few allowances; lifting a slender hand to brush over the client's cheek, two fingers resting on rosy lips.<br><br>"Suck." Came the firm command, dark eyes narrowing upon River's lips, the flames of hunger and desire licking at their depths as he slid his legs to kneel between his client's spread ones. His other hand lifted slowly to slowly unfasten the buttons and ties of his shirt, clearly having experience of the act as not once did he need to look at his clothing. Once fully open, he allowed it to hang; exposing a line of his toned chest and stomach, not yet moving to remove his pants, though the bulge would make it clear just how he was affected.<br><br>"You'd best do well, boy... I will grant you some patience since you have not visited me before... But on other occasions, you are to prepare your opening for me... I will not hold my pleasure off for you." His words were cold, perhaps cruel, but they were at least partially for show; Lessard was always careful, would never give pain that was not enjoyed, and if River did not do a good enough job of lubrication, he would take th e extra time needed.<br><br>Not that River knew that. "Hurry. You have twenty seconds."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Lessard Tabris' room.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saerrael</strong> on <strong>19-07-2011, 03:02:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He sucked in breath quite sharply at Lessard words. He really <em>had</em> no resistances against this man. All the experience River could boast about... ...it wasn't worth anything under this man's touch.<br>He wanted to speak, to defend himself, to beg more, but he recalled just in time he shouldn't speak aside the safe word which he had forgotten about completely. He had broken rules. And... he couldn't care less.<br><br>The command given was followed without a single thought ; lips parting to fingers, eager mouth enveloping and sucking as if the man's fingers were candy.<br>It made him think about giving him a blowjob. Would that be allowed? Maybe in the future?<br>For now he played with the fingers in his mouth,drawing focus from where ever he could find it and using it to at least give a resemblance of what he had in mind for another part of Lessard's anatomy.<br><br>He wondered how he would taste..<br><br>Somewhere he did notice a shirt opening. He did see skin getting revealed, but his eyes did not wander bit stayed locked on the other man's face. He couldn't care less if Lessard would take him with clothes on or off, just as long as he did so. Though he knew he'd wanted to see him naked if his mind would actually work..
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Lessard Tabris' room.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Suiko</strong> on <strong>20-07-2011, 23:27:54</strong>
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				It was very slight, but as River's lips eagerly took his fingers, Lessard's gaze darkened somewhat and a small gasp slipped from his controlled persona. He hadn't expected such attention to be lavished upon his digits, and he couldn't help but press them in deeper, forcing the boy to suck yet harder; only deepening the overall effect of the pleasant display. his length was almost painfully hard within the confines of his fairly tight pants, but he refused to let himself slip so far as to loose control at this stage in his service. "Mmn... Perhaps when you next visit... I will allow you to use your mouth on my body..." He didn't make any promises; it depended entirely on how River performed.<br><br>After several moments, Lessard pulled is fingers away slowly and ran the tips over rosy lips with a soft purr, smiling ever so slightly. "Talented. I like that." It was a rare, straight compliment from the whore and he allowed his fingers to slide slowly down over the smooth, pale chest, shifting back to sit more firmly between the boy's legs in order to better look as his fingers as they strayed over the slender hipbone, down the delicate curve to press lightly against River's opening.<br><br>His eyes flicked up briefly to the boy's face, a small smirk upon his lips before he pressed his middle finger firmly against the ring of muscle, not faltering until he felt the resistance ease away and the first digit eased inside. Lessard almost moaned rather openly, but managed to quieten himself at the lat moment; only a small groan slipping between his lips. "Tight..." He hissed softly, twisting his hand slowly and wiggling his finger to try and stretch the boy, arching forward slowly to press hislips lightly to River's neck in a small token of affection; letting him know he was doing well.<br><br>"Will you stretch for me...?" He murmured, resting his second finger questioningly against the boy's hole.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Lessard Tabris' room.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saerrael</strong> on <strong>22-07-2011, 03:01:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He knew he was doing something right when Lessard pushed his fingers in deeper, something that evoked a muffled moan from the boy and made him work the fingers harder. The change in the man's eyes did not go unnoticed, but he tried to not respond to it or at least mask just how wonderful he found the darkening of those eyes. His words made his heart skip a beat. Was the man able to read his mind?<br><br>Lips remained parted, even when Lessard pulled them out, a quiet gasp escaping him. The compliment was quite welcome.<br>His eyes only opened enough to look down his form, following the touch of those fingers eagerly. He could guess what was next, but he wouldn't say a thing.<br><br>The light pressure against his opening made him gasp again, flicked up gaze met with his own. And then he pressed further and he couldn't keep his eyes open, couldn't watch.<br>There was no resistance to speak of. He craved this so badly. He craved more.<br>His own groan seemed an echo of Lessard's, but was louder, not suppressed at all, as if he wanted to make sure the man knew how good this invasion felt to him. His hips shook lightly while he tried to remain in control, but how could he when this whore played him like an instrument?<br><br>The question was almost missed. Why ask? He was ready. He needed this.<br>"I'll do anything for you, Master," he mumbled, pressing his hips back at the man's hand but careful to not accidentally do Lessard's job for him.<br>"I want you," he whispered, going hoarse "...so much."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Lessard Tabris' room.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Suiko</strong> on <strong>26-07-2011, 15:37:52</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The question was mostly unneeded, however Lessard always ensured that he was careful with first-time clients; he wanted to leave the boy with only wonderful memories of their time together, with nothing negative to make sure that River would return to the Teahouse. Added custom was always the focus of the whore's mind; he needed the money rather desperately for his families' sake. "Mmn... You beg so sweetly..." He chuckled softly, leaning forward to press a light kiss to the boy's cheek, flicking his tongue against the soft skin with a low purr. "Rather adorable, boy..."<br><br>As he finished the comment, he thrust both fingers deeply into the boy's body, shuddering slightly as he felt the tight muscle around his digits, closing his eyes to better indulge the heated sensation, his shaft twitching within the confines of his pants; eager to feel the same pressures as his fingers. "I know you want me... I can see it..." He purred deeply, his fingers shifting in and out of the delicious heat as he spoke, his own breath becoming slightly ragged and heavy; theonly real indication of his own need which he kept well hidden. "Every move you make... The sounds that reach my ears... Everything is beautiful..."<br><br>His words were silken and smooth as the motions of his fingers, twisting them and stretching River's opening as he reached with his free hand to unfasten his pants and ease them downward just enough to free his aching shaft, biting his lower lip. His fingers withdrew from the boy's entrance and both hands slid to rest beneath River's knees, lifting and parting slender legs to fully expose the boy, looking down with a heated gaze. His tongue ran over his lips as he pressed just against the opening in the final show of teasing before he chuckled breathlessly.<br><br>"Whenever you lay with anyone else... You will think of me." Lessard smirked before his hips jerked forward and he groaned loudly, his head tilting back in pleasure as the tight heat surrounded his length, not stopping until he was buried to the hilt within his client, shuddering once fully seated, fingernails digging into the soft flesh of River's thighs. "Mmn... Wonderful..." He murmured softly, opening hooded eyes to look down at the boy, gauging his reaction.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Lessard Tabris' room.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saerrael</strong> on <strong>02-09-2011, 01:53:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				So careful Lessard was. It made River hope he was but being careful to find his limits... ...and pass them some day. Did he actually have limits? It wasn't as if anyone had ever found them. Then again, had anyone ever really went so far as to look for them? In River's mind whores tended to but do their job within the boundaries what most clients thought to be safe.<br>Of course there were some limits. If his face or hands got scarred up, he better thing twice to come back to the family. Pretty boy like him with scars would raise quite a few brows and would influence the business negatively.<br>Right now, though, River couldn't care less for the family business. If Lessard did scar him in a place that could not be covered up with clothing, he wouldn't say a thing about it. Even if the family would rain down on him when he returned.<br><br>A quiet "Ah..," escaped him when the man suddenly added a second finger, back curving slightly. It wasn't enough any more, though. Even if the boy writhed on the sheets, pressed back at the man's hand, he needed more, wanted more. The words Lessard spoke were actually relieving River. He didn't have to say another word ; his body spoke for him. Good. It was as if he had to guide otherwise, and he sure as hell didn't want to guide this man. He wanted to guided, taken, dominated.<br><br><em>"Whenever you lay with anyone else... You will think of me."</em><br><br>He wasn't quite sure if it were the words or the pressure against his opening or how he was spread and how Lessard looked at him, but something made him shudder while eyes opened halfway to look up at him. There wasn't any time, though, to comment in any verbal manner, though his lips did part for words, but only gave room for a drawn out moan.<br>Of course there was pain, but it was nothing compared to the feeling of getting stretched, opened and filled. Lessard didn't even give him time to adjust, but forced into him fully in one go.<br>The tremble that had ran through broke into tiny shocks. Briefly he craved to wrap his legs around the man's waist and pull him against him closer still.<br><br><em>"Whenever you lay with anyone else... You will think of me."</em><br><em>Yes..</em>
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