Amelie's Craving
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				Title: <strong>Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>17-07-2008, 22:04:40</strong>
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				Amelie wound her Benz through the deserted roads toward her home in the countryside.&nbsp; It had been a three months&nbsp; since she had been at this particular abode, but she had called ahead to let the servants know she was coming.&nbsp; They were a loyal bunch, really.&nbsp; She paid them well to keep their eyes closed, their ears plugged and their mouths shut.&nbsp; She also scared the hell out of them.&nbsp; This she knew.&nbsp; But, the compensation was good for them, and their complicity in protecting her&nbsp; was all she generally required of them.&nbsp; They were generally left to live as they please as long as they did her bidding.<br><br>Amelie was born in&nbsp; 1732 and&nbsp; lucked into being reborn at a decent age of thirty five.&nbsp; Still young and beautiful, but not a child.&nbsp; Her age worked well for her interactions with the world.&nbsp; After living for nearly three hundred years…or being around if not exactly living…she comes across as cultured and educated.&nbsp; She didn’t have much of an education while still human, but she had picked up more than enough along the way.&nbsp; <br><br>Amelie had spent the summer in less sunny climates, but now that winter was approaching,&nbsp; she was heading back to the darkness the Pacific Northwest of the North American continent.&nbsp; The nearly&nbsp; constant cloud cover from October through June gave her a freedom to roam about at all times unlike any other climate.&nbsp; The fact that Seattle was a large city provided her ample entertainment, a live scene where her predilection toward dominance is actively applauded—though the humans surround her have no clue to her true nature, and plenty of…fresh food.&nbsp; Nameless victims, street urchins culled from the University district and the like.&nbsp; Though, their young age meant they were not yet mellowed and mature tasting.&nbsp; She longed for a steady diet of males, human, age thirty and up.&nbsp; They provided the most sweet flavors, the most distinct bouquets. And, usually, physical hardware to play with on top of it all.<br><br>Amelie was craving such a treat when she rounded a blind bend to see a car stopped alongside the road.&nbsp; A man was standing next to it, looking&nbsp; more than a little annoyed.&nbsp; Amelie tried to not drool with anticipation as she slowed her own car down and rolled the blackened passenger window down.<br><br>“Need some help?” she asks.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Christian's Bad Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ErikAlanWest</strong> on <strong>18-07-2008, 00:20:24</strong>
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				&nbsp; "I hate days like this," Christian muttered to himself, examining his smoking engine with combined anger and humor.&nbsp; The thick, choking cloud showed no sign of lessening, and from the smell emerging from the block, Chris didn't think what lay beneath the blackness would be anything to make his day better.&nbsp; Still muttering to himself, Chris headed back inside to get his phone.&nbsp; Maybe the bloody thing would even work for once.<br><br>&nbsp; All day had been like this.&nbsp; Jennifer leaving this morning without a word, just the word "loser" painted across his living-room wall in hot pink.&nbsp; Getting to work late today, he didn't notice that his notes for the meeting weren't in his briefcase, and the company lost the potentially biggest contract of the year.&nbsp; Chris didn't even wait for his pink slip to arrive, he simply cleaned out his desk and left.&nbsp; At least the family cabin will be calm, quiet, and empty.&nbsp; He had planned to grab a few supplies on the way, put the top down, and take off for a few days, the Devil take the hindmost.<br><br>&nbsp; Now here he was, lost on a deserted road in the middle of nowhere.&nbsp; Nobody at home to worry about him, no friends or co-workers to notice his absence, and no way of getting in touch with the outside world.&nbsp; And, to top it all off, Jenn had taken one last measure of revenge, although Christian had no idea what he had done to deserve anything she had done.&nbsp; Despite this, she had still done havoc to his engine, with nothing more than molasses.&nbsp; How could he still love someone so heartless?<br><br>&nbsp; Growling at the useless phone, Chris tosses it into the back seat and climbs out of the car.&nbsp; Following the cruel course of his day, his first step out of the car ends with him flat on his back.&nbsp; At first the heat and wetness on his back sends images of blood and pain, he quickly understands.&nbsp; Oil leaking from the cracked block has caused both his slip and the ruin of his shirt.&nbsp; Great.<br><br>&nbsp; Hauling himself to his feet, Chris peels the shirt off, shivering as a chill breeze glides across his body.&nbsp; Glancing down, trying to will away the goosebumps, Christian admits to himself that he has a fairly respectable body for a contract lawyer, and one in his thirties at that.&nbsp; He still had his linebacker build from his days at Notre Dame, all 6'4" and 250 lbs of it, and his trips up here to the cabin keep him from packing on the weight from office food.&nbsp; His blue eyes were his favorite thing about himself, his only real vanity.&nbsp; Not without reason, especially the way his mane of black hair makes them stand out.&nbsp; Funny thing, only Jenn ever noticed his eyes.&nbsp; Maybe that's why he fell so hard for her, she actually looked him in the eye when she spoke to him.<br><br>&nbsp; Grubbing around in the back, he comes up with the useless cell again.&nbsp; The irony finally getting to him, he hurls the device into the woods, only smiling when he hears the crunch of the impact against a tree.&nbsp; Just as he turns back to resume his search for a shirt, he hears a car coming towards him.&nbsp; "Thank God," he whispers and smiles.<br><br>&nbsp; As the car gets closer, he sighs.&nbsp; "Never mind, it's a Benz.&nbsp; Nobody with that much money gives a damn about anyone who doesn't."&nbsp; However, he is utterly amazed when the car not only stops, but the window rolls down.&nbsp; He couldn't help but hope, maybe something good can happen for me today after all.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>18-07-2008, 00:55:57</strong>
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				Amelie removed her sunglasses and bent closer toward the man, perhaps he didn't actually hear her.<br><br>"Hi there," She says.&nbsp; "Looks like you could use some help."<br><br>She breathes in deeply, he smells magnificent, surely a tasty year. His dark hair matches her own deep shade. His eyes, though, are a delicious azure-much like a gem.&nbsp; Her own eyes are more ambiguous...sometimes green, sometimes blue sometimes grey.&nbsp; She leans&nbsp; over enough so that he can see the cut of her shirt, the mounds of her breasts showing a promising cleavage below.&nbsp; <br><br>"It's not very usual that I come across a half-naked man this close to home." She says. "Get in, I'll take you to my house, it's close by."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ErikAlanWest</strong> on <strong>18-07-2008, 01:19:43</strong>
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				&nbsp; Ok, calm down, Christian thought.&nbsp; She's being friendly, making light banter to make sure you don't think she's a psycho.&nbsp; Don't overreact, but don't be rude or defensive.<br><br>&nbsp; "It's not very usual that beautiful women offer to take me home with them, either.&nbsp; Guess it must be our lucky day.&nbsp; And thanks for the ride."&nbsp; He climbs in slowly, making sure his jeans have no oil on them.&nbsp; He glances at his savior, really noticing her true beauty for the first time.&nbsp; His eyes roam her features, letting his gaze linger on her lips, the curve of her neck, the softness of her cheeks.&nbsp; However, it isn't until his eyes meet hers that he is truly lost.<br><br>&nbsp; "I, um... thanks for the ride, I really appreciate it.&nbsp; God knows how long I could have been stuck here.&nbsp; My cell died, my engine is cracked, I have no other clothes, and the weather forecast said rain was almost certain.&nbsp; On top of everything else today, I'm amazed I'm still alive."&nbsp; He chuckles, a bit nervously, "You stopping was the first lucky thing that happened to me today."<br><br>&nbsp; "Sorry, I'm rambling."&nbsp; Offering her his hand, he smiles slightly,&nbsp; "I'm Christian Cross."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>18-07-2008, 02:10:18</strong>
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				"Chris, Chris Cross," Amelie repeats to herself.&nbsp; She lets the corners of her mouth turn up as she takes his hand.&nbsp; At least the name won't make her burn she thinks taking his in her own.&nbsp; &nbsp;A small electric sensation crosses her palm and she is struck that this may be a very lucky day for each of them.&nbsp; <br><br>"I'm Amelie.&nbsp; Amelie Bayonelle," she says in return, her French accent barely audible on the last syllable of her name.&nbsp; "You can call for help at my house.&nbsp; Even my cell isn't working out here."&nbsp; She pays attention to the road as they get closer.&nbsp; The entrance is difficult to spot, even for her.&nbsp; She slows down and turns into the unmarked driveway. After two hundred feet they come to a closed gate that seems to extend as far as the eye can see on either side of the drive.&nbsp; Amelie hits a button overhead on her console, and the gate opens automatically. Her acreage is heavily wooded, shrouded in greens throughout the year making it safe to walk the grounds even in the daylight.&nbsp; <br><br>The drive curves&nbsp; through several acres before coming up to a large circular driveway and parking area.&nbsp; The house itself&nbsp; is large and modern, large windows flank the east side of the house, the West wall is a solid seamless row of wood. The roof slants from East to west ending with the short side on the West and a large overhang on the eastern edge. They drive past the house and driveway and she hits another button on her console.&nbsp; The garage door opens and they drive in.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ErikAlanWest</strong> on <strong>18-07-2008, 02:34:17</strong>
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				&nbsp; As they drive, Christian watches the scenery go by, but continues to glance at his hostess for long moments.&nbsp; "C'mon man," he mentally scolds himself, "Half an hour ago you wanted your life to end, just so you could forget Jenn.&nbsp; Now you're in a car with a gorgeous woman, who might even be into you, and she's taking you home.&nbsp; Jenn was right, you are a loser."&nbsp; He sits quietly as he wages an inner war and steals glances at the vision beside him.<br><br>&nbsp; His attention is quickly diverted once they reach the gate to her home, however.&nbsp; His awe is plain, at the forest crowding in the road, at the beautiful house before him, at the overall feel of such a place.&nbsp; His eyes drink in the long acreage surrounding the house, his voice mildly distracted.<br><br>&nbsp; "Your home is beautiful.&nbsp; I don't think I've ever seen a home so large that still manages to stay beautiful without looming.&nbsp; You're very lucky to have a home like this, out in such a wild place.&nbsp; Nothing like being stuck, living downtown, people everywhere.&nbsp; Here, there's nobody around you for miles, and nobody to bother you if you want privacy."&nbsp; As the car turns past the house and into the garage, he looks at her, a smile turning the corner of his mouth.&nbsp; "Was the location chosen for seclusion, or for... privacy?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>18-07-2008, 05:54:02</strong>
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				Amelie is aware that men tend to stare at her.&nbsp; It is hard not to.&nbsp; There is something clearly different about her.&nbsp; She is after all, no longer human.&nbsp; But, humans tend to have the inability to recognize the small differences between them and those of the other world, and an even bigger inability to believe that creatures such as herself exist. <br><br>She greets his smile with her own subdued smile. Seclusion or privacy?&nbsp; The difference between the words--more than merely semantic?&nbsp; "You are an attorney, perhaps, Mr. Cross?"&nbsp; His surname twists in her mouth. "I would, perhaps, argue that it is for both."&nbsp; <br><br>She steps out of the car and leads the way into the house.&nbsp; "If you will follow me, please."&nbsp; <br><br>As she enters the hall off the garage there is a general scurrying about as the five servants line up to greet her.&nbsp; She kisses them each on their cheeks in greeting.&nbsp; Old habits die hard, she thinks.&nbsp; Still, they greet her with a warm enthusiasm for she is good to them and has made them promises.&nbsp; Some of which she intends to keep.&nbsp; <br><br>"This is Mr. Cross," she says and explains to the staff how he has come to join them.&nbsp; "Dierdre, please make up a room for Mr. Cross.&nbsp; I feel it is getting too dark for any sort of tow-truck."&nbsp; <br><br>She turns to Christian, "I do hope you will be my guest for the evening."&nbsp; <br><br>"Masters, will you please show Mr. Cross around while I run to my quarters?&nbsp; I need to change."&nbsp; And then, as if she had just noticed his near nakedness, she adds, "Oh, and please find some appropriate clothing to lend him."&nbsp; She then sauntered out of the room leaving Christian with her staff.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ErikAlanWest</strong> on <strong>19-07-2008, 02:09:31</strong>
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				&nbsp; As his hostess disappears, Christian blinks after her.&nbsp; His initial start at her invitation has yet to fully sink in.&nbsp; Only when Masters gently touches his arm does his momentary fugue disperse.&nbsp; "Huh?&nbsp; Oh, um... sorry about that."<br><br>&nbsp; "Quite alright Mister Cross.&nbsp; That tends to happen when the Lady of the House is around."&nbsp; He sweeps his hand towards the foyer, "This way."<br><br>&nbsp; Following Masters, Chris is shown through the house, the sweeping rooms, the rich carpets and beautiful hardwood floors, the impressive paintings adorning the walls.&nbsp; Thoroughly awestruck, Chris barely notices that Masters has lead him to a guest bedroom.&nbsp; "This will be yours for the evening.&nbsp; Dinner should be ready soon.&nbsp; I can bring you a clean shirt with your meal if you'd like to clean up."&nbsp; Masters gestures to the adjoining bathroom.<br><br>&nbsp; "I'll be happy to accept the shirt and the bath, but I'm afraid I'll have to decline the meal.&nbsp; If you have any fruit, or maybe a salad that isn't working too hard, I'd be happy to accept."<br><br>&nbsp; Masters looks a bit disappointed, but hides it fairly well, "Of course.&nbsp; I'll bring you a tray up shortly."&nbsp; Turning to leave, Masters pauses, "What size shirt do you wear?&nbsp; Sorry to ask, but beyond a certain measure, I'm no good at guessing sizes."<br><br>&nbsp; Christian smiles a bit, "I take a double extra-large in a t-shirt, but anything with sleeves I need a triple X."<br><br>&nbsp; Masters nods, a slight smile crossing his lips, "I'll keep that in mind."<br><br>&nbsp; After the servant departs, Chris slips into the bathroom, thrilled at the idea of a hot shower and a soft bed.&nbsp; The shirt he wasn't worried about, and the food, while appealing, couldn't compete with the idea of rest.&nbsp; As the water poured down, he could feel the stress of the day wash away with it.&nbsp; His head down, hair hanging across his face, eyes closed, he emptied his mind, leaving nothing but the sensation of the water.&nbsp; Sleep never sounded so good.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>20-07-2008, 06:04:35</strong>
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				Amelie switched on her security cameras and watched Chris undress and take a shower.&nbsp; Indeed, he was a beautiful human specimen.&nbsp; She didn't want to get too excited about the possibilities prematurely.&nbsp; It had been more than fifty years since she'd created another like her for her companionship. It was always risky, and her last lovers had left her feeling burned--in one case literally.&nbsp; <br><br>Still, as she watched him crawl into the bed for a nap, she felt a certain excitement.&nbsp; One advantage she had, beyond the fact this was her house, she did have the ability to be utterly silent.&nbsp; Sneaking around and spying on others was easy enough.&nbsp; She used the back way into his room and stood over his bed for a moment--silent as she was she was certain he wouldn't know she was there.&nbsp; She inhaled deeply.&nbsp; Yes...he smelled magnificent.&nbsp; <br><br>She reaches into his pants and pulled out his wallet.&nbsp; Not much in there...His driver's license, showing his name was the same he had given, aged 34, Social Security Card, and around $200 cash.&nbsp; The only other item of note is studio photo of Chris with a bitchy looking woman.&nbsp; They don't seem to go together, yet they were in the same photo.&nbsp; <br><br>She replaces all the items carefully back as they were. She wonders about the lack of other items in his wallet.&nbsp; Perhaps something happened to his credit cards...Very unusual.&nbsp; <br><br>She slips out of his room and returns to her own office.&nbsp; She flips on her computer and googles his name.&nbsp; Very little comes up..There's a couple of old football games from his highschool days.&nbsp; A couple of foreign trade deals...he was a lawyer, then...Hmmm.&nbsp; She thinks.&nbsp; <br><br>The very oldest piece she finds mentions a young boy, the only survivor of a fire in Birmingham, Alabama.&nbsp; The child was only 11, so he was placed as a ward of the state.&nbsp; Amelie's felt a flush of excitement at the last.&nbsp; An orphan.&nbsp; A sole survivor of a family tragedy.&nbsp; No parents, no siblings to look for him.&nbsp; This was looking quite fine indeed.&nbsp; She would have to ask him a few discreet questions, of course, just to make sure, but at least there was no family to deal with.&nbsp; Families were the most likely to come looking for their lost ones.&nbsp; Friends and lovers usually gave up more easily.&nbsp; She wonders about the woman in the photo--she certainly didn't look like she wanted to be there, so perhaps it is an old photo.&nbsp; Hard to tell.<br><br>Amelie stretches and puts on a dress that fits her snugly, leaving her free of any underwear.&nbsp; She hoped he was weak enough to at least succumb to her most basic womanly desires.&nbsp; She walked down the hall past his doorway placed her head against it, sniffing one last time before heading downstairs to the library.&nbsp; Surely, he would wake soon and come in search of her.&nbsp; <br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ErikAlanWest</strong> on <strong>20-07-2008, 12:39:21</strong>
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				&nbsp; Christian wakes with a cry, all but leaping from the bed.&nbsp; "It was just a dream, take a breath."&nbsp; His heart pounding in his chest, Chris begins dressing.&nbsp; He can't remember the nightmare, but he knows sleep will most likely elude him this night, so rather than lie here in the darkness, he decides to seek out his hostess.<br><br>&nbsp; Chris emerges from his room, fixing the top button of his shirt, and nearly runs face-first into Masters.&nbsp; The servant steps back nimbly, barely avoiding the collision.&nbsp; "Are you alright Mister Cross?&nbsp; I heard someone yell from your room."<br><br>&nbsp; Chris turns a bit red, "Sorry about that.&nbsp; Sometimes I have nightmares, really bad ones.&nbsp; I've gotten them ever since I was a kid, and I still scream one night out of seven.&nbsp; Hope I didn't scare anyone."<br><br>&nbsp; Masters smiles warmly, "Not at all sir, not at all."&nbsp; Seeing that everything is fine here, Masters turns to leave.<br><br>&nbsp; Chris reaches out and catches the man by the upper arm, "Wait, just a sec.&nbsp; I doubt I'm going to get any more sleep tonight, so I was hoping to be able to talk with Amelie.&nbsp; Is she still awake?"<br><br>&nbsp; "Oh yes, Miss Bayonnelle should be in the library downstairs.&nbsp; Come."&nbsp; Masters leads the way through the darkening house, which seems to take on new dimensions as night falls and shadows lengthen.&nbsp; After leading him to the doors, Masters nods to him.&nbsp; "Have a pleasant evening Mister Cross."<br><br>&nbsp; "You too Masters."<br><br>&nbsp; As the servant takes his leave, Chris looks at the doors for a long moment, steeling himself.&nbsp; At last he takes a breath, his hand raises, and he knocks gently on the great doors.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>21-07-2008, 19:15:15</strong>
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				Amelie answers the soft knock at the door with a quiet, "Enter as you will,"&nbsp; fully expecting her handsome guest to enter.&nbsp; She is arranged on her favorite sofa in a purposefully provocative position.&nbsp; She is reading a book, <em>La vie de Gargantua et de Pantagruel</em>.&nbsp; The observant would notice that the book is extremely old, though it is not readily recognizable as an original copy.&nbsp; The fact that it is being held on her bent knee, naked to the thigh, is possibly a distraction.&nbsp; <br><br>"Good evening, Mr. Cross," she smiles her half smile, "You are looking a bit more put together than you were earlier."&nbsp; She gestures to a seat near her and turns her attention to him, closing the old tome carefully and placing it gently on the table next to her.&nbsp; She adjusts herself so that she is laying full out on her side and propped up on one elbow, her long hair covering her hand and arm, her ample cleavage easily visible to him.&nbsp; <br><br>"Tell me, then.&nbsp; How you ended up half naked so close to my home."&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ErikAlanWest</strong> on <strong>21-07-2008, 22:42:29</strong>
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				&nbsp; Christian sits in the proffered chair, forcing himself to watch her face.&nbsp; Once his gaze reaches her eyes, he needn't worry about his attention wandering.<br><br>&nbsp; "I, uh... um... oh, uh, yeah.&nbsp; I was headed up to my cabin, about an hour past here, to get away from the shambles of my life.&nbsp; You know, keep some perspective on everything.&nbsp; True, my girlfriend left me this morning without a word, I lost my job, and my car broke down;&nbsp; I suppose perspective might be a bit hard to come by.&nbsp; As for my lack of a shirt, I slipped in the oil that was leaking from my engine.&nbsp; I very much suspect Jenn had a hand in it.&nbsp; Ah well, at least she can find a man that makes her happy."<br><br>&nbsp; Chris sighs and leans back in the chair, getting comfortable.&nbsp; As he relaxes, he allows his eyes to wander a moment, taking in her exceptional legs, the curve of her hips, her full cleavage.&nbsp; As he contemplates her, he remembers he is in the middle of a conversation.&nbsp; As a blush creeps slowly through his face, he stammers,&nbsp; "Excuse me, I didn't mean to stare.&nbsp; I just haven't really seen another woman since... well, I can't think of the last time I was in a social setting with a lady.&nbsp; Other than Jenn, I mean.&nbsp; She was always the jealous type.&nbsp; It never stopped her from cheating on me, but I always took her back.&nbsp; I did promise to love her until I die, and I guess I'm always going to have a place in my heart for Jenn."<br><br>&nbsp; As her name is mentioned, Chris lets his gaze go to the window, his thoughts and voice both coming from a place farther away,&nbsp; "I guess it's getting harder to find a woman who understands the meaning of the word 'forever" anymore."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>21-07-2008, 23:16:54</strong>
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				Amelie can't help but laugh at his last statement. If he only had a clue...<br><br>"Ah...Mr. Cross.&nbsp; It appears you have had a very hard day."&nbsp; At least the bitch in the photo was a girlfriend and not a wife.&nbsp; That made things a bit simpler.&nbsp; Lost his job, heading out of town.&nbsp; All good...very good actually.&nbsp; His blush was refreshing, charming even.&nbsp; The people she'd been with most recently were the fetish driven wanna be types who let her feed on them not even understanding what they were doing. They took themselves so seriously, dressed in black and pretended to understand the world she inhabits.&nbsp; They pretended to crave it for themselves...to want it. If she'd revealed her true nature to them, she was sure most of them would freak out and run away.&nbsp; There would be a couple of devotees, she knew, that would fall to her feet and beg for her to turn them.&nbsp; <br><br>This man seemed different from them in so many ways. <br><br>"So, you find yourself unemployed,alone, and here."&nbsp; Amelie stands up and walks over to the desk in the center of the room.&nbsp; The desk is covered with stacks of papers.&nbsp; Tall, messy, unsorted.&nbsp; She had just changed her identity three years before and was good to live under this alias for another fifty years.&nbsp; It had been the hardest change she had ever made with all the new and ridiculous identity laws put in place to keep immigrants and terrorists at bay.&nbsp; Some would put her in the latter category, but since no one really believed she could exist it seemed a moot point.<br><br>"I don't suppose you have any ability to make heads or tails of all this nonsense, do you?"&nbsp; She knew the papers were not much more than investment and property statements.&nbsp; A nasty looking letter from a local jurisdiction had some legal language she didn't want to understand, she saw the word "back taxes" and&nbsp; "Penalties" and had put it back in ts envelope.&nbsp; She had no patience for these details.&nbsp; <br><br>"I realize that this may not be your field at all...but, if you could help...I could give you room and board for a while..."&nbsp; she says, walking back to Chris.&nbsp; She stands behind him and places a hand on his shoulder, squeezing it very gently.&nbsp; "This place can be quite a serene getaway," leaning in close behind him, just at his ear level,"You never know Mr. Cross.&nbsp; There might even be some other benefits to staying here with me, some mutually enjoyable benefits.."&nbsp; <br>She delicately traces his ear with a finger, moves along his chin line and touches his neck.&nbsp; It takes all her will to not just bite him right there.&nbsp; <em>That would never do</em>, she thinks. <em>He has to be begging for it,</em> <em>desperate and begging</em>.<br><br>She steps back around in front of him and plops back down onto her sofa, a questioning look on her face. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ErikAlanWest</strong> on <strong>22-07-2008, 01:54:24</strong>
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				&nbsp; As Amelie began her business offer, Christian was already prepared to accept.&nbsp; His first client as an independent (not to mention a beautiful client at that), a fresh place to relax and recover, and all on a chance meeting on the second-worst day of his life.&nbsp; Fate was at work here, no doubt.<br><br>&nbsp; When her hand rested on his shoulder and squeezed, any ability to form intelligent though fled his mind.&nbsp; All he could focus on was her fingers, soft yet strong, with only a thin layer of cotton between them.&nbsp; Unbidden came images of her hands, pressing her fingertips to his lips, letting his mouth glide along her wrist, tasting the flavor of her skin.&nbsp; <em>I've never had thoughts like this before</em>, he thinks.&nbsp; <em>What's wrong with me?</em><br><br>&nbsp; His mind had only begun to gather again when he felt her breath against his skin.&nbsp; The room swam a moment, suddenly seeming far too hot.&nbsp; His throat felt far too dry, his breath far too short.&nbsp; His gasp for air had only started when she touches his ear.&nbsp; As she traces down his cheek, heading towards his neck, his own fingers grip the armrests of the chair, the minute sound of creaking wood masked by her words.<br><br>&nbsp; Finally, agonizingly, she breaks contact.&nbsp; As she reclines, Christian smiles, realizing she had not only made him a perfect offer, but had just hinted at the vaguest possibility that she might consider being interested in him.&nbsp; All in all, not a bad night.<br><br>&nbsp; "Well, Miss Bayonnelle, I'd be more than happy to accept your generous offer... of room and board.&nbsp; With a quick visual estimate, I'd say you have about a month's worth of billable hours there.&nbsp; So, if at the end of...say thirty days, if you're pleased with the job, you might like to give me a... performance bonus, if you like."&nbsp; Christian's smile is all the evidence anyone would need of his legal training.&nbsp; "And of course, my own personal promise that if there are any problems after, I'll be more than happy to handle your affairs."<br><br>&nbsp; "As this is more personal business than professional, I think a simple handshake would do to seal the deal."&nbsp; He crosses the floor to her couch and kneels, offering his hand slowly.&nbsp; His smile is two parts confident lawyer and one part nervous schoolboy.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>22-07-2008, 05:19:30</strong>
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				The old-fashioned gesture of kneeling is simply charming to Amelie.&nbsp; It had indeed been a very long time since anyone had made such a simple move before her. She places one own hand in his offered hand and reaches out with the other to trace his brow.&nbsp; <br><br>Meeting his eyes she allows herself the slightest smile and continues her outline of his face, past his ear, down the side of his cheek and under his chin and, finally, she traces the outline of his lips.&nbsp; She leans forward and gently kisses his cheek on either side of his mouth, their lips not quite touching.&nbsp; His scent nearly bowls her over.&nbsp; There is something decidedly delicious and spicy about him.&nbsp; <br><br>"Where I am from, we do this instead of shaking hands." she says by way of explanation.&nbsp; She has not removed her hand from his however.&nbsp; She leans back to resume her gaze into his eyes.&nbsp; "I would say we have a deal, Mr. Cross."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ErikAlanWest</strong> on <strong>22-07-2008, 12:35:18</strong>
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				&nbsp; <em>Breathe,</em> Christian tells himself, <em>just breathe.&nbsp; Yes, she's beautiful.&nbsp; Yes, you just might be falling for her.&nbsp; That's all irrelevant if you don't breathe!</em>&nbsp; Finally, sweet air makes its way to his lungs, where her scent infuses him further.<br><br>&nbsp; "I'm always glad to learn new customs, and also glad to seal a deal.&nbsp; If you'd like, I can get to work on this tonight, since I won't be sleeping."&nbsp; Standing, Chris reluctantly releases her hand, meeting her eyes a moment before tearing himself away to focus on the paperwork.&nbsp; "If you don't mind, I'd like to work here.&nbsp; Most of this should have a rough chronology, but..."&nbsp; His words trail away as his eyes glide across several financial summaries.&nbsp; "My God... I've never handled anything this massive before.&nbsp; You've probably got more liquid assets alone than the corporation I worked for."<br><br>&nbsp; His throat moves slightly as he swallows, "I'm afraid my time estimate may have been a little shy.&nbsp; However, I'm a man of my word, so I'll have this sorted and prepared in one month."&nbsp; Christian moves behind the desk, rolling up his sleeves before sitting down, a look of determination on his face.&nbsp; He smiles at Amelie between the stacks of paper, "I'll have all the most important papers sorted out by dawn."<br><br>&nbsp; After only a moment, Christian absently begins to unbutton his shirt as small beads of sweat appear across his brow.&nbsp; Whether this is from the heat of the room, the pressure of the work, or just being near her, is unsure.&nbsp; Regardless, within a few minutes his shirt is fully unbuttoned, his body glistening with a light sheen of sweat.&nbsp; His hair hangs down the back of his neck, still slightly disheveled from his nap.&nbsp; Despite the facts of his employment and his gentle nature, Christian looks more like a savage animal in nice clothes than a lawyer with his shirt open.&nbsp; The work has distracted his mind, and all the self-doubt in his heart with it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>22-07-2008, 18:40:15</strong>
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				Amelie knew what he would find, in general at least.&nbsp; She had been careful to make sure that the transfers over the years from one "generation" to the next were legal so that she could maintain her lifestyle.&nbsp; Her "great-great..."grandmother Amelie had left a vast fortune to each successive Amelie.&nbsp; Her way of keeping track was using a new middle name for each generation. Sometimes, she would "live longer" than others.&nbsp; Whenever her situation became noticeable or unstable, she would simply pick up and begin again. Though the work involved wasn't exactly simple, most attorneys could be convinced it was in their best financial interest to help her with the paperwork required.&nbsp; Early on, it had been a menial task.&nbsp; Now, in this age of computers and government, it was much more a trick.<br><br>She wondered if this man knew old French, or any French at all.&nbsp; If he was very careful and competent, he might put some tell-tale clues together, but she wasn't sure there was much to go on, even then.&nbsp; The pile on her desk was mostly recent documents and maybe one referred to properties held in France.&nbsp; The fire that Laurent had started had destroyed most of her very old documents.&nbsp; She had managed to save just six books, the Rabelais she had been reading was one of them.&nbsp; She had rebuilt her library catch as can in the last hundred years since that fiasco.<br><br>She picked up the book again and read, letting out low chuckles over the clever scatological puns--Rabelais always cracks her up.&nbsp; She looks up every now and again at Chris as he works through her papers.&nbsp; She knowsthat her fortune would impress him, and her disarray and paper incompetence might bring out that trait in so many men--a sort of protectiveness, a desire to help.&nbsp; She was pretty sure her most recent broker was playing with her accounts, siphoning off funds somehow, but the numbers jumbled in her head and she had no way of proving it.&nbsp; She hopes that Chris would discover this on his own, find proof, and she'd make a nice meal--though probably not that tasty--of her broker.&nbsp; She didn't like people who took advantage of her--they always paid for it in the end.<br><br>As he begins to sweat, Amelie feels the craving inside her--the need for a worthy companion.&nbsp; It hadn't been so strong in years.&nbsp; She puts the book aside and moves silently to stand behind him.&nbsp; She closes her eyes and breathes deeply, filling her senses with his smell. So erotic, so fresh...No, this one would be more than a mere feeding.&nbsp; She would seduce him, lull him, make him into a companion.&nbsp; She wouldn't make the same mistakes she had made with Laurent...this one...she might be able to keep around.....forever.<br><br>She places her hands on Chris' shoulders and gently kneads them...her mouth salivating in anticipation.<br><br>"Mr. Cross, you have been working already for three hours, and it is late."&nbsp; She releases his shoulders.&nbsp; "I feel the need for a swim.&nbsp; You are welcome to join me if you feel the need to stretch."&nbsp; <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ErikAlanWest</strong> on <strong>22-07-2008, 18:57:39</strong>
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				&nbsp; Christian is lost in the mix of facts and figures, his mind reeling with the case before him.&nbsp; Whomever had been juggling her numbers hadn't been playing fair.&nbsp; While this was far from uncommon in the legal field, Christian himself would never allow such a thing to occur.&nbsp; It just wasn't good business.<br><br>&nbsp; Her hands on his shoulders bring him to the moment again, but he can't focus on the pleasure of her touch at the moment.&nbsp; His anger has been aroused, not just his desires.&nbsp; "Actually Miss Bayonnelle, before you relax, you may with to contact your legal counsel.&nbsp; Your accountant has already helped himself to a large portion of your funds, and while you might not notice such a loss, he's already taken more of your money this year than the entire cost of my education."<br><br>&nbsp; He grabs a handful of papers, leaning in close to her, showing her several land-purchase articles, "Here... and here, these two... he's borrowing your money to buy the land, then raising the price to sell it to you.&nbsp; He's making himself a middle-man, and you're paying him to do it."&nbsp; Christian grins wolfishly, "The good news is, we can use the evidence here to not only get your money back, but a nice hush-up settlement in the process.&nbsp; Congratulations."<br><br>&nbsp; Christian is hardly aware of his hands, which have opened to drop papers to the floor.&nbsp; Gently, he caresses her cheek, lifting her chin as he leans close.&nbsp; A moment before his lips would touch hers, he turns his kiss aside.&nbsp; Chris brushes her cheeks each with a soft kiss, then pulls back slowly.&nbsp; "Instead of a handshake, right?"<br><br>&nbsp; Rather abruptly, he bends down to gather the scattered papers.&nbsp; "So, you mentioned a swim and a stretch?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>22-07-2008, 19:13:19</strong>
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				Amelie senses a change in the man.&nbsp; He is less nervous seeming as he tells her of what he has found, confirming her suspicions.&nbsp; She is not sure she wants to draw legal attention to herself, but says,"Perhaps you can handle the legal issues for me.&nbsp; I don't have a good lawyer at the moment."&nbsp; She thinks of poor Harry, he had figured some things out somehow, and she had disposed of him a year ago.&nbsp; He was not very tasty and she had a hard time finishing him. <br><br>As he caresses her cheek and lifts her chin, his self-assuredness is clear.&nbsp; He is in his element, and Amelie felt a keen surging of physical desire for him.&nbsp; His soft kiss and proximity are nearly too much for her.&nbsp; She lets her eyes drop to his neck and she slowly licks her lips. <br><br>"Yes...I love to swim at night.&nbsp; The pool is this way."&nbsp; She leads him down the corridor into the pool room.&nbsp; She nods to the changing room and says, "There might be something inside there that fits you."<br><br>She turns toward the pool and stands at the edge.&nbsp; &nbsp;She pulls at the sleeves of her dress and slips them over her shoulders, letting the gown fall to the ground, leaving her completely nude.&nbsp; She moves quickly and dives a shallow swimmer's dive into the pool and begins her first lap, gliding through the water.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ErikAlanWest</strong> on <strong>22-07-2008, 20:06:51</strong>
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				&nbsp; Christian watches her dive into the water, her nude form flashing a moment in the water.&nbsp; Indecision threatens his resolve, but Chris thinks of her skin, so soft under his lips.&nbsp; He can't stop with images that flood his mind, and truth be told, he doesn't want to.<br><br>&nbsp; His shirt is already open, so shedding it is no problem.&nbsp; Modestly catches up to him around the time his belt comes undone, but as he watches her swim, his mind is made up.&nbsp; If this beautiful woman can trust him enough to invite him to her home, give him a job, and swim nude with him, he can trust her enough to swim nude with her.&nbsp; His pants hit the floor, and for a moment he wonders if going commando was a wise decision.&nbsp; In retrospect, he decides, it doesn't really matter at this point.&nbsp; Besides, it's not like he should be embarrassed.&nbsp; Hell, Jenn only ever complimented him on two things, and one of them was watching him even now.&nbsp; Ah well, the water should be cold enough to deal with that.<br><br>&nbsp; His dive isn't Olympic quality, but he seems familiar with a pool.&nbsp; While Amelie swims laps, Christian simply floats, letting the water wash over him.&nbsp; <em>Something about water calms me, I guess,</em> he thinks.&nbsp; <em>Or maybe it's just being around her...</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>22-07-2008, 20:54:38</strong>
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				Amelie feels a slight rush when Chris decides to join her in the pool naked.&nbsp; Some Americans can seem so puritanical about their bodies.&nbsp; Putting on a swimsuit only to have to pull off a cold sticking mass later seemed silly to Amelie.&nbsp; She loved the feeling of the water against her skin.&nbsp; <br><br>She let herself take several laps, casually doing flip-turns at each end of the pool.&nbsp; She was, of course, hardly exerting any effort or else the speed of her swimming would scare him.&nbsp; Still, she let herself go fast enough that it would be impressive.&nbsp; She did one lap of butterfly just to tease the poor man.&nbsp; <br><br>As she finishes her last lap, she stops near where he is floating casually in the pool.&nbsp; He seems so relaxed compared to earlier in the day.&nbsp; Perhaps the time spent with papers and numbers brings out his strengths.&nbsp; Amelie wasn't sure if he was aware of her presence, so she clears her throat gently before saying anything.<br><br>"You look rather relaxed all of a sudden," she says, reaching out and running her finger up the middle of his outstretched foot.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ErikAlanWest</strong> on <strong>22-07-2008, 21:11:26</strong>
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				&nbsp; Christian was in his own world when she touched him.&nbsp; The lapping of the water, stirred by her passage, had begun to lull his senses.&nbsp; He almost felt at peace.&nbsp; However, the shock of contact brought him back to the present, if not fully into reality.<br><br>&nbsp; "I am relaxed, oddly enough.&nbsp; I guess having a real goal is helping me focus my mind again."&nbsp; He shifts, his body sinking beneath the water a moment.&nbsp; When he surfaces, Chris tosses his hair back with a pleased sigh,&nbsp; "I can't remember the last time I was swimming.&nbsp; I missed this."<br><br>&nbsp; When his eyes meet hers, Christian's smile turns solemn, "As I told you, things are pretty bad for me right now.&nbsp; I want to say thank you for helping me today.&nbsp; Not just the ride, either.&nbsp; You're giving me a place to stay, providing a focus for my energies, getting me out of my rut."&nbsp; His grin is slightly impish, "Not to mention reminding me that there are other women in the world.&nbsp; More beautiful women, in fact."<br><br>&nbsp; Taking her hand, he slips in close to her, leaning towards her.&nbsp; He hesitates a moment, only inches away, his eyes searching hers, desperately looking for something there.&nbsp; After a brief moment, his smile is gentle as he kisses her softly.&nbsp; As long as she remains with her eyes open, his never leave hers.<br><br>&nbsp; After an eternity of a moment, he draws back again, his voice a hoarse whisper, "Like I said, thank you."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>24-07-2008, 00:37:14</strong>
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				Amelie feels the need to feed stronger than she has in a very long time.&nbsp; &nbsp;When he keeps his eyes open during his kiss, she finds the urge to succumb to his humanly urges.&nbsp; His base, obvious, sexual urges.&nbsp; She smiles back at him as he draws back and thanks her, she is at war with herself.&nbsp; It is clear his equipment would be quite pleasing to play with.<br><br>"You are welcome, Mr. Cross." she says, finally.&nbsp; "And, perhaps, sometime soon I will let you do more than just kiss me."&nbsp; Her eyes full of promise.&nbsp; She leans back toward him and playfully uses her finger to trace the sublime outline of his chest, around each nipple in a figure eight pattern, ending by placing her full palm against his beating heart.&nbsp; <br><br>She turns away from him and pulls herself effortlessly out of the pool, she grabs a towel and wraps it around her body.&nbsp; She leaves her gown at the edge of the pool, ignoring it completely.&nbsp; <br><br>"I'm afraid I have some business I simply must attend to.&nbsp; I hope you find your room sufficient for the night."&nbsp; She leaves the pool room wishing she had stayed and let him at least just fuck her.&nbsp; But then, old habits die hard, she would have let him fuck her, she would lose control and eat him--drain away his whole life force.&nbsp; She wanted more from him.&nbsp; Much more than a simple single encounter.<br><br>She moves quickly up to her private quarters and raides her stash, binging on the freshly purchased stores.&nbsp; Her contact at the local blood bank has become a loyal and devoted servant of hers.&nbsp; She was pleased with the variety he managed to provide, but it just wasn't the same as a fresh meal.&nbsp; <br><br>She needs no sleep, so turns her eyes toward the video cameras placed all over the house.&nbsp; She watches Dierdre and Masters for a while enjoying their sex.&nbsp; Dierdre was prone on the bed and tied at the ankles and wrists. She must have pissed him off for Masters had tied the ropes particularly tight this time.&nbsp; She is completely naked, and her hips are raised up slightly on a pillow.&nbsp; The camera is aimed directly at her dripping pussy. <br><br>Amelie wishes she had audio on this little scenario...Dierdre is shaking her head and obviously begging for something.&nbsp; Masters shakes his head and disappears off the screen for a moment.&nbsp; When he comes back into view, he places a gag in Dierdre's mouth and blindfolds her.&nbsp; Then he disappears again.&nbsp; Dierdre struggles at the ropes for a while and eventually stoppes, realizing, perhaps she is alone.<br><br>Masters re-appears on another video camera at the back door.&nbsp; He is letting someone in?&nbsp; Amelie does not like strangers in the house.&nbsp; Certainly not ones that she doesn't&nbsp; know about. The two men appear in Dierdre's room in short order.&nbsp; The stranger drops his clothes and was on top of Dierdre fucking her, pounding on her, within seconds. Master's reappears completely nude on the scene and he, Amelie laughed out loud, mounts the man from behind.&nbsp; The spectacle made Amelie giggle.&nbsp; "Oh Masters," she says,"After all this time, and I had no idea." <br><br>She puts on a fresh gown and heads to Dierdre's room.&nbsp; Masters could not complain when she demanded her price.&nbsp; Fresh food came her way so rarely.&nbsp; The stranger would do for now.&nbsp; She would be able to concentrate better around Mr. Christian Cross.&nbsp; &nbsp;She would check on him over the monitors after her meal.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ErikAlanWest</strong> on <strong>26-07-2008, 01:19:35</strong>
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				&nbsp; Christian finally managed to draw a breath.&nbsp; Amelie walked away, and Chris watched her go.&nbsp; He wanted to follow her, grab her, throw her down on the floor.&nbsp; He wanted to kiss her neck and run his hands along her body.&nbsp; Every nerve and impulse in his body screamed for satisfaction, for pleasure.<br><br>&nbsp; For her.<br><br>&nbsp; Toweling himself off, Chris gazed down his body, frowning.&nbsp; "Great," he muttered, "now I've got a hard-on and nothing to do with it."&nbsp; He grabs his clothes and dresses quickly, leaving his shirt open and untucked.&nbsp; Chris strolls back towards his room, but a noise down a side hallway distracts him.<br><br>&nbsp; Peering down the dark hall, Chris sees Masters open the back door, admitting two men.&nbsp; He ducks behind the wall as the three men pass by, his breath caught in his throat.&nbsp; Slipping back silently, he blends into the shadows of the doorway, watching.&nbsp; Masters admits the men into a room and closes the door behind him, but when the latch doesn't catch and hold, Christian can hear the muffled moans and screams of a woman inside.&nbsp; <em>No way, </em>he thinks to himself,<em> no way in Hell am I looking in there.&nbsp; Just get moving.&nbsp; </em>Thinking thus, Christian slips back down the hall and up the stairs.<br><br>&nbsp; Back in his room, Christian grumbles to himself and undresses, falling nude upon the bed.&nbsp; He sighs and closes his eyes.&nbsp; Immediately, images of Amelie visit him.&nbsp; He feels his flesh tighten, his breath shorten, his cock harden further.&nbsp; Gripping himself, Chris begins stroking his cock, moaning.&nbsp; Visions of her mouth licking, kissing, and sucking.&nbsp; Sights of his hands on her breasts.&nbsp; Dreams of his mouth and tongue, teasing his way along her thighs, tasting her pussy and ass.&nbsp; Lust boils within him, and Christian cries out as his orgasm takes him.&nbsp; Back arching, his body tenses as his cry echoes through the room.<br><br>&nbsp; Afterward, a sheen of sweat coating his body, Christian looks down and sighs.&nbsp; "Alright, quick shower before bed."&nbsp; Slipping into the bathroom on wobbling knees, Chris jumps into the shower and washes away the evidence of his desire.<br><br>&nbsp; However, his mind is still wracked with thoughts of Amelie.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>26-07-2008, 01:34:41</strong>
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				Amelie makes short work of her meal and leaves Masters to deal with the clean-up. He is paid well for his foraging skills, a bonus even this time.<br><br>Now, to see what Mr. Cross is up to.&nbsp; Amelie flips on the camera to his room and watches him.&nbsp; He is on the bed, completely nude and his cock sticking up long and hard.&nbsp; Amelie is pleased by what she sees.&nbsp; As he begins to stroke his cock, she moves a finger down to her clit. It had taken her much self control to not eat him a little while ago.&nbsp; Fully sated in that way, she recognizes the carnal craving she rarely gives into.&nbsp; She doesn't know what he's thinking about, but she imagines that he might be thinking of her.&nbsp; She had teased him terribly in the pool, and she was willing to wait a little longer.&nbsp; She moved her whole hand against her clit, faster and harder waiting until she sees his back arch and his come erupt from the end of his cock.&nbsp; She licks her lips thinking of the sweet salty taste.&nbsp; As he comes, she moves her hand harder and faster until she too comes.&nbsp; It is a pleasant little orgasm.&nbsp; Never as strong as when she has someone else doing all the work.&nbsp; Rather than feeling at ease and sated, she feels more want, more desire.&nbsp; The object of her desire was clearly Mr. Cross.<br><br>She turns off the video camera and picks up her book.&nbsp; She concentrates on reading until the following morning has come and stays hidden until 2:00 in the afternoon...ignoring all around her.&nbsp; She hoped that by the time she emerged, Mr. Cross would be feeling extra anxious about seeing her.&nbsp; She was sure Masters could easily deflect any questions he might have.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ErikAlanWest</strong> on <strong>26-07-2008, 01:51:19</strong>
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				&nbsp; The next day was one of anxiousness for Christian.&nbsp; Amelie was nowhere to be found, and when he asked the servants, nobody would give him a straight answer.&nbsp; Only Masters had words for him, "Miss Bayonnelle has business to attend to today, but she should be home later this afternoon."<br><br>&nbsp; "Alright.&nbsp; If it's alright, I'd like to get started again on her business papers.&nbsp; Is the library open?"<br><br>&nbsp; Masters chuckled, despite his hollow eyes and dour expression, "The library is always open.&nbsp; This <em>is</em> a private residence."<br><br>&nbsp; Chris felt himself blush slightly,&nbsp; "Right, sorry.&nbsp; Well, if she comes home, could you let her know I'm hard at work?"<br><br>&nbsp; "Of course, Mister Cross, of course.&nbsp; Would you like something for breakfast?"<br><br>&nbsp; "Some fruit would be wonderful, and if you have any nuts, I certainly wouldn't say no."&nbsp; Chris smiles, and Masters nods and turns back towards the kitchen.&nbsp; Heading upstairs, Chris watches him enter the kitchen, thinking back to the night before.&nbsp; <em>Ah well, he's into kinky stuff.&nbsp; So what?&nbsp; You like to be held down, bitten, scratched.&nbsp; Are you any better than him?</em><br><br>&nbsp; Head jumbled, Christian sits at the desk in the library, sorting through the mound of paper, looking for ways to stretch a few minor tasks into a month of paperwork.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>26-07-2008, 02:12:59</strong>
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				Masters entered her chamber upon her assent.<br><br>"Mistress, Mr. Cross wishes you to know he is hard at work. And, I should inform you, I believe Mr. Cross may be a vegetarian."&nbsp; Masters says as she turns toward him.&nbsp; <br><br>She is watching Chris sitting, boringly still, at the mound of paperwork.<br><br>"That's no need for worries, Masters.&nbsp; No one stays vegetarian and lives forever."&nbsp; She stood up and approached Masters.&nbsp; <br><br>"You were very bad last night, Masters," she says.&nbsp; "While I can't say I didn't enjoy the unexpected meal, I am not pleased you brought strangers here. You know it is against the rules." <br><br>"Yes, ma'am," Masters says.&nbsp; "It's just, Dierdre...Needed it...Does Mistress wish to punish me?" <br><br>Amelie moves her face close to Masters.&nbsp; He looked so hopeful.&nbsp; Punishing him now would please him too much.&nbsp; She picked him up by the throat and lifted his bulky 200 pound frame up into the air, she made light work of it with a single arm.&nbsp; She held him aloft just for a second--until the fear completely filled his eyes.&nbsp; Did he piss his pants?&nbsp; She laughed and put him down.&nbsp; "You scare too easily these days Masters." She says.&nbsp; "I happen to be in too good a mood to sully my hands with you at the moment.&nbsp; Go back to work."&nbsp; And dismissed him.<br><br>Mr. Cross still sat at the desk working on the boring papers.&nbsp; How did he manage to find it at all interesting?&nbsp; As the clock moved on, he did nothing but sit and work.&nbsp; Sit and work.&nbsp; Amelie found it tremendously boring.<br><br>As the afternoon moved on, she decided it was time to have some fun with Mr. Cross.&nbsp; She put on a very tight camisole top and a flippy short skirt that would give him excellent views of her legs. She put on underwear that might as well not be there and headed into the library.&nbsp; She moved silently so as to startle him on purpose and moved to just behind his right ear.&nbsp; She wondered if his delicious scent had anything to do with his being a vegetarian.&nbsp; She really ought to confirm the rumor Masters had started about him.&nbsp; It wouldn't matter in the long run, but she found it highly amusing to think about the ironies. Christian. Cross. Vegetarian...<br><br>She leaned and gently nipped his ear. "Good afternoon, Mr. Cross."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ErikAlanWest</strong> on <strong>26-07-2008, 02:33:57</strong>
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				&nbsp; Screaming, Christian thought, is something I seem to do a lot of lately.&nbsp; I wonder if that's a good thing.<br><br>&nbsp; Somewhere else, far, far away, Christian's body was screaming in exquisite surprise.&nbsp; Having been lost in his work, he had slowly focused every aspect of his concentration on the matters at hand.&nbsp; To be suddenly yanked back to reality in such a brutally visceral way is reason enough for the mind to snap for a moment.&nbsp; Fortunately, Christian was in mid exhale when Amelie had nipped his ear, so his decidedly un-manly scream was mercifully short.<br><br>&nbsp; A moment later, when mind and body align, Christian manages to stammer, "Miss Bayonnelle... I... I-I d-didn't-t see you-u-u... I mean...."&nbsp; He sputters and tries again, "I didn't hear you... come in... sorry, uh... about that..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>26-07-2008, 02:57:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Amelie stepped around his side and, finding a clear spot on her desk, she jumped onto it, sitting there with her legs crossed.&nbsp; <br><br>"I'm sorry, Mr. Cross," she laughed and lightly touched his offended ear. "I had no idea I would startle you so...I have that affect on some people.&nbsp; No worries, though....I didn't...draw blood."&nbsp; The last two words came out in a quieter darker voice.<br><br>"I was thinking of sending out Master's for some nice thick, juicy, steaks for dinner tonight...Does that appeal to you?" she asks innocently.&nbsp; Uncrossing her legs, she put one of her feet up on the desk and pretended to look at her perfectly painted toe-nails, fully aware that her skirt would slide up to her hips and exposing herself to Chris at eye level.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ErikAlanWest</strong> on <strong>26-07-2008, 03:45:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; "I, uh... juicy... steak?... oh, um, no thanks..."&nbsp; Christian struggles mightily and manages to bring his eyes to her face.&nbsp; "I'm a... er, veretarian.&nbsp; I mainly stick to fruit, but I never turn down a good salad."&nbsp; He smiles weakly, fighting the sensation of his stomach rotating.<br><br>&nbsp; Looking around in an attempt to hide his rising color, "I've, uh... I've got some papers here I need your signature on.&nbsp; These are the briefs to various friends I have in a couple of the legal departments around town.&nbsp; You sign here, and these guys are on your payroll, under my direction.&nbsp; And of course, I'm under yours in all these matters."&nbsp; His winning smile has returned, mainly due to his "stress relief" last evening.<br><br>&nbsp; Although, truth be told, he was starting to feel a relapse coming on.&nbsp; Damn it.&nbsp; Well, now seemed as good a time as any to address an issue he had been wrestling with since last night.<br><br>&nbsp; "Listen, I hope I didn't come on too strong last night with that kiss.&nbsp; You left in such a hurry, I thought I might have offended you.&nbsp; If so, I'm sorry."&nbsp; He looks down at his hands, his voice a bit softer now, "I've never been good with women."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>26-07-2008, 05:57:35</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				A vegetarian, indeed!&nbsp; <em>Not for long</em>, thinks Amelie.&nbsp; His smile is looser, happier looking today.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp; <br>She motioned for the papers and glanced at them. "I suppose I will have to trust you on this.&nbsp; I have no patience for such details."&nbsp; She signed where he motioned and tossed the papers back on the desk. <br><br>Amelie let out a low laugh.&nbsp; "On the contrary, Mr. Cross, I have felt bad for, perhaps, leading you on.&nbsp; I sometimes forget that Americans see nudity in a purely sexual fashion."&nbsp; She moved her foot to the arm of his chair, intentionally widening the view up her skirt. "Of course, I do find you rather attractive."&nbsp; She abruptly closed her legs and jumped off the desk.&nbsp; She moved behind his seat and put her hands on his head, running her hands through his hair and down onto his shoulders.<br><br>"I feel, however, that I have certain needs that many men..." Amelie paused. "Many men have a difficult time with my particular proclivities."&nbsp; She reached down and licked his ear, gently.&nbsp; <br><br>"You see, Mr. Cross I have a tendency to play rough."&nbsp; She nipped him again, harder this time.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ErikAlanWest</strong> on <strong>26-07-2008, 16:30:28</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; My God, Christian thought, is this real?&nbsp; When Amelie nips his ear a second time, every nerve impulse in his body explodes for a moment, washing his vision in a cloud of white.&nbsp; The pleasure fades after a moment, and Chris once again finds his voice, "You said you like to 'play rough?'&nbsp; That doesn't scare me.&nbsp; I was strong enough to take everything Jenn did, and she was rather... inspired, in her cruelty.&nbsp; I'm sure I could handle your tastes as well."<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; Chris chuckles slightly, remembering Jenn tying him, cuffing him, chaining him.&nbsp; He remembered her whips, her crop, her cat-o-nine.&nbsp; Feathers, wax, blades; nothing she had done had pulled a cry or whimper from him.&nbsp; Conversely, he had never been able to get into the right frame of mind to dominate her.&nbsp; Try as he might, Christian lacked the knowledge of blending pleasure and pain.&nbsp; <em>Maybe that's why she left,</em> he muses.&nbsp; <em>Maybe she couldn't dominate me, and I wouldn't do so to her, so she left to find someone else.&nbsp; I guess I can understand that.</em><br><br>&nbsp; Bringing himself back to he present, Christian looks over his shoulder at Amelie, "Although I've always avoided relations with an employer, this is a personal agreement, so no stigma would be attached."&nbsp; His hand cups her cheek, his thumb gliding softly across her lips.&nbsp; Chris lets his gaze meet hers, and his smile is both soft and sure, "I don't think you'd seriously harm me.&nbsp; Hurt me, I've no doubt, but not harm me..."&nbsp; Unconsciously Chris licks his lips at pain fondly remembered.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>26-07-2008, 20:26:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Amelie was pleasantly surprised by his obvious desire for more.&nbsp; "We'll see, Mr. Cross.&nbsp; I have to say, I have yet to meet a man who has truly matched my expectations."&nbsp; She sucks his thumb into her mouth and lets her tongue flick gently against it, biting hard enough to cause pain and carefully so as to not draw blood, that would come later.&nbsp; <br><br>She moved back and spun his chair around so that he was facing her.&nbsp; She straddled him and grabbed his hair from behind and pulled his head back, exposing his neck fully to her.&nbsp; She could feel the blood in his veins pumping and pulsing.&nbsp; She leaned in and kissed his neck.&nbsp; She nipped at his other earlobe, letting her teeth leave white marks in their wake.&nbsp; <br><br>She had to be careful to not show her real strength, not yet.&nbsp; He had to feel like he could get away if he tried.&nbsp; He was a strong human, yes, and she knew that he would make an equal match to her later. For now, though, he was a weak kitten by comparison. <br><br>Her hands reached into his shirt front and ripped it open, exposing his chest.&nbsp; She dug her nails into his chest, squeezing until she felt they might pierce his skin as she moved her mouth to his.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ErikAlanWest</strong> on <strong>26-07-2008, 20:43:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; Christian moaned against her mouth, the pleasure of her hands on him, the pain of her nails digging into his chest, and the aura of sensuality Amelie was producing all blended together in his mind.&nbsp; He felt his body responding to her touch; his skin warming, his breath coming short, and his cock growing hard beneath her.&nbsp; <em>I want her,</em> he thought.&nbsp; <em>Never have I wanted someone as much as I want her.</em>&nbsp; He couldn't hold back a sudden lift of his hips as he felt a single bead of blood run down his chest from her nails.&nbsp; She was willing to draw his blood, and wasn't afraid or ashamed of the fact.&nbsp; Chris was in heaven.<br><br>&nbsp; "I don't know if I can meet your expectations," Christian gasped, "but I'm sure I'm more than willing to try."&nbsp; Slipping his hands up the back of her top, Chris lightly drags his fingertips down her skin.&nbsp; While his well-trimmed nails cause no pain, he applies enough pressure to stimulate all the nerves along her spine.&nbsp; <em>Her skin is so cold,</em> he wonders for a moment, before the realization is swept away.<br><br>&nbsp; Dropping his mouth from hers, he presses his lips to her neck, planting slow, sucking kisses across her soft skin.&nbsp; His teeth press lightly against her flesh, and he tastes her with each kiss.&nbsp; When he reaches the curve of her throat, his teeth linger a moment.&nbsp; As he gently bites her neck, his hands encircle her waist, pulling her tight against his body.<br><br>&nbsp; Rocking his hips slightly, Christian once again lifts his head to look her in the eyes, "So beautiful.&nbsp; I don't know how rough you like to play, but I certainly don't want to hurt you.&nbsp; I don't like hurting people, but I especially abhor harming a woman.&nbsp; It's not gentlemanly."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>27-07-2008, 05:54:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"You can not harm me, Mr. Cross. I assure you of that." Amelie let out a low laugh.&nbsp; His teeth graze her throat and she feels a thrill run through her.&nbsp; She leans back to watch the single drop of blood move down his chest.&nbsp; She reaches out her hand and catches it on her finger before it disappears.&nbsp; She moves it too her mouth and tastes him for the first time.&nbsp; She closes her eyes and allows herself the exquisite luxury of the moment.&nbsp; <br><br>"But, I'm afraid I can do things to you that will change you...forever."&nbsp; She says, her voice low and dark.<br><br>She moves herself against his hardness, feeling him through their clothing.&nbsp; She spins the chair around again and sits back on the desk, her legs on the arms of the chair on either side of him, open and exposed to him. "You will first demonstrate that you are capable of some basic tasks.&nbsp; And then, <em>if </em>I am pleased, I might see how well you do meeting my more demanding needs."&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ErikAlanWest</strong> on <strong>27-07-2008, 07:59:25</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; Christian hold back a smile, keeping his face calm and submissive, "Of course."&nbsp; Slipping out of his chair, Chris sinks to his knees before the desk.&nbsp; Amelie's eyes still hold his attention, but once he is positioned, he lets his gaze lower.<br><br>&nbsp; Slowly, Christian raises her leg.&nbsp; Pressing his mouth to the sole of her foot, he begins kissing; first her ankle, letting his teeth lightly press against the protruding bone.&nbsp; Her calves receive tender ministrations as well, his strong fingers massaging her flesh as his mouth follows his strokes.&nbsp; Chris takes extra pleasure as his tongue slip into the wells of her knees.&nbsp; Kisses blend with tiny nips of his teeth as he works his way up her soft thighs, leaving strong, passionate kisses all the way to her skirt.<br><br>&nbsp; As he lifts her skirt a bit, Christian looks up to her again, his eyes sparkling a bit, "May I please you further?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>28-07-2008, 21:03:11</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He shows promise, thinks Amelie.&nbsp; He didn't just plunge straight into the obvious.&nbsp; <br><br>She caresses his cheek and lifts her skirt out of the way and leans back on her palms.&nbsp; "Yes, Mr. Cross."&nbsp; <em>A little bit of vanilla play is worth the time</em>, she thinks.&nbsp; Just as she reaches to pull his head toward her, the intercom buzzes.&nbsp; Amelie lets out a low growl of frustration.&nbsp; She picks up the receiver and spits out,"Masters.&nbsp; I told you no interruptions."<br><br>She pauses and listens for a moment.&nbsp; She gently pushes Chris away from her and gets up from the desk, walks to a far corner of the library so she can't be overheard.&nbsp; &nbsp;On the other end is her source at the blood bank.&nbsp; The sniveling little toad was caught in the act of stealing her fresh supply and he needs her help. <em> Damn it.&nbsp; Why can't that little shit do anything right?</em>&nbsp; &nbsp;It is, however, an important particular little shit that needs her help.&nbsp; Without him, her current lifestyle would be quite difficult.&nbsp; People don't miss what they have given away.&nbsp; She didn't like drawing attention to herself by piling up dead humans.<br><br>When she returns to where Chris still sits kneeling, her demeanor has changed and she is not smiling.&nbsp; <br><br>"I'm sorry Mr. Cross.&nbsp; Something has come up."&nbsp; She reaches down and pulls him up to his feet, perhaps pulling with a little more force than she would have liked, hoping he didn't notice how easy it was for him to get up.<br><br>"I will return shortly."&nbsp; She squeezes his nipple hard and twists it playfully.&nbsp; "I hope we can continue our little...conversation...when I return."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ErikAlanWest</strong> on <strong>28-07-2008, 21:34:56</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; Christian watches her leave the room, both relieved and frustrated at the same time.&nbsp; <em>She said she likes to play rough, </em>he thinks,<em> and as strong as she is I'm sure she can get pretty rough indeed.&nbsp; Maybe it's best we were interrupted.</em>&nbsp; However, a deeper part of his mind wonders, <em>how much of that strength would she apply to me?</em><br><br>&nbsp; Chris sighs and pulls his chair back in, trying to focus on the paperwork in front of him.&nbsp; Land leasing and rights, third-party dealings, silent partners, all wash past his eyes without catching.&nbsp; All he could see were her legs before him.&nbsp; His mouth was filled with the taste of her skin.&nbsp; His hands still felt chilled from her cool skin, but the rest of his body was ablaze.&nbsp; <em>I've got to have her.</em><br><br>&nbsp; After a few hours of fruitless searching and endless numbers, Christian sits back with a yawn.&nbsp; "Alright, enough of this shit for the night.&nbsp; That pool is just what I need."&nbsp; Fastening enough shirt buttons to appear somewhat decent, he heads for the water.&nbsp; Stripping nude, Chris wastes no time diving in.&nbsp; A few quick, easy laps of the pool relax him, and soon Christian is floating lazily in the water. <em> Now, if this damned hard-on would go away...</em><br><br>&nbsp; A woman's gasp catches his attention.&nbsp; Jerking towards the sound only disturbs his equilibrium, and Chris drops below the surface.&nbsp; When he comes up again and shakes the water from his eyes, Dierdre stands in the doorway, an armfull of fresh towels in a pile at her feet.&nbsp; <em>Oh shit.</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>28-07-2008, 21:53:33</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Master Cross! I uh...I didn't know...uh...you'd be..." She stammers...She couldn't help but notice the raging hard on that he had sported.&nbsp; He was an absolutely gorgeous hunk of a man, and she knew why the mistress had picked him.&nbsp; She didn't know yet what her plans were, but she hoped she'd keep him a while before eating him.&nbsp; She'd done that many times before...bring a man in and then torture him and use him for days or weeks before ending it.&nbsp; Dierdre shuttered.&nbsp; The mistress scared her, but her compensation plan was amazing.&nbsp; After working here for a year, she'd make nearly two hundred thousand dollars.&nbsp; The agreement was she would never speak of anything that happens here to anyone ever, and that she be physically able to do whatever was required.<br><br>She shuddered about the events last night.&nbsp; She'd not even had a chance to come, and she'd felt sort of horny all day. Then seeing Mr. Cross here naked in the pool...She kicks the towels away from her feet to clear the path.&nbsp; Dierdre knows she is not as stunning as the Mistress, but she is beautiful in her own right.&nbsp; <br><br>"Mr. Cross..." Dierdre moved closer to the pool,"I just heard from the Mistress, and she will be out for at least another two hours.&nbsp; Perhaps.." she says, opening the front of her dress, "I can be of some used to you."&nbsp; Dierdre deftly removed the rest of her clothes and headed toward the naked man in the pool.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ErikAlanWest</strong> on <strong>28-07-2008, 22:11:25</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; Christian watches Dierdre move towards the water with rising panic. <em> Shit, now <strong>she's</strong> coming on to me?&nbsp; She's beautiful, naked, and obviously wants me.&nbsp; Then again, Amelie is just as gorgeous, if not more so, and she's the boss.&nbsp; What in the hell am I supposed to do here?</em><br><br>&nbsp; "Um... I, uh... I don't know what use you might mean.&nbsp; I was just, um... ya know, taking a swim."&nbsp; His worry increases as she continues towards the water.&nbsp; "I mean..."&nbsp; As the siren before him sinks into the water, Christian finds himself backing away slowly.<br><br>&nbsp; "Look, I appreciate the offer, I do.&nbsp; I mean, I'm flattered.&nbsp; However, I'm afraid that I find myself already involves with another woman, and couldn't possibly take you up on your generous offer of... assistance."&nbsp; Chris clears his throat, "Besides that, after the stress of the day, I doubt I'd be... up to par, if you will.&nbsp; I just wouldn't be able to perform as well as I'd like."&nbsp; His charming law-school smile shines upon his face again.&nbsp; <em>Please dear Lord, let her believe that,</em> he thinks. <em> If she keeps coming for me, I won't be able to say no.</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>28-07-2008, 22:18:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				If nothing else, Dierdre has learned a couple of tricks from her employer.&nbsp; She advances on the blustering man, intent on one thing.&nbsp; His cock is clearly visible through the water, and she was ready to claim it--for a few minutes at least.&nbsp; She knew Mistress would take it out on her later, and that just urged her on.&nbsp; She thought of the whipping she would receive, and maybe a bite or two from her mistress and she could feel herself dripping wet even before she entered the pool.<br><br>"Come on Mr. Cross.&nbsp; I am a full service maid, you know.&nbsp; It's my job to see all your needs are tended to.&nbsp; And I can see you have a <em>major </em>need at the moment."&nbsp; Her voice purred as she approached the man in the pool.&nbsp; Most men were weak in one respect, if you open your legs and ask them for it, they have a very, very hard time saying no.&nbsp; <br><br>"I don't expect a grand performance, Mr. Cross.&nbsp; Just a nice fast, hard fuck to release your tension."&nbsp; She sat at the edge of the shallow end of the pool, her feet in the water, her legs wide open and inviting.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ErikAlanWest</strong> on <strong>28-07-2008, 22:33:35</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; <em>Jesus wept,</em> Christian thinks, <em>she's not leaving anything to the imagination.</em>&nbsp; "Look Dierdre, as much as I want to do what you ask, and rest assured I do, I don't honestly think I can.&nbsp; I've never just jumped on a woman, pleased myself, and left.&nbsp; Maybe I'm a romantic, but I prefer the lady enjoy herself as much, if not more, than I do.&nbsp; Fast and hard aren't the way to go for me... at least, not all the time."<br><br>&nbsp; "Besides, Miss Bayonnelle should be coming home soon, and I doubt very much we would be finished in time.&nbsp; Hell, by the time I'd finished getting you ready, she'd already be wondering where I was and why I wasn't working.&nbsp; I don't want to lose my job the second day I have it."<br><br>&nbsp; Bracing himself against a wall, Chris launches himself towards the steps where Dierdre waits.&nbsp; Strong, smooth strokes carry him through the water quickly.&nbsp; When he surfaces again, water streaming down his body, he smooths his hair back with both hands, letting out a soft sigh.&nbsp; When his eyes are clear, Christian leans down and kisses Dierdre softly, caressing her cheek.&nbsp; "Again, thank you for the offer."&nbsp; Then, flashing the woman a smile, he climbs the stairs, looking for a towel.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>28-07-2008, 22:40:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Suit yourself, Mr. Cross." Says Dierdre.&nbsp; She is disappointed but knows she will find Masters or the gardener later on.&nbsp; Any thought of warning him away from here slipped from her mind.&nbsp; He would soon learn that passing up on her would mean nothing to the mistress.&nbsp; If anything, she thought the mistress would be disappointed in losing a chance to discipline her new boy-toy.&nbsp; <br><br>"If you should change your mind, I'll be in the kitchen."&nbsp; says Dierdre, getting up calmly from the pool and handing him a towel.&nbsp; She raises her eyebrow playfully indicating her continued willingness even after his refusal.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ErikAlanWest</strong> on <strong>28-07-2008, 23:17:29</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; Christian watches her walk away, then shakes his head and towels himself off.&nbsp; <em>What a house.&nbsp; A full-service maid, indeed.&nbsp; I wonder how many other members of her staff are full-service...</em><br><br>&nbsp; Chris's head lifts as he considers the implications of his new employment.&nbsp; <em>Maybe that was the job interview.&nbsp; Ah hell.</em>&nbsp; Pausing long enough to pull on his pants, Christian rushes after Dierdre.&nbsp; He was determined to get some answers about this... full-service deal, one way or another.<br><br>&nbsp; As he searches for Dierdre, Christian can't help but wonder a bit about Amelie Bayonnelle, and certain aspects of her life that bothered him.&nbsp; A rich, powerful woman, no husband or children, living all alone in the middle of nowhere.&nbsp; Serious Old-World money, but no other source of income.&nbsp; Various shady business-dealings, but nothing that couldn't be brushed off as a dishonest accountant... unless one saw the rest of the picture.&nbsp; Which Christian now did.&nbsp; Amelie Bayonnelle was obviously not whom she appeared to be.&nbsp; His first impulse is that she is hiding for her own safety, but the flow of income, plus the questionable land deals, points to Mafia connections.&nbsp; Either way, he wanted answers.<br><br>&nbsp; In his haste to find Dierdre, Chris forgot that Dierdre had already told him where she would be.&nbsp; So, when he charges into the kitchen, he nearly crashes into the object of his pursuit.&nbsp; The effort to stop himself from said collision, combined with wet feet on a tile floor, result in him flat on his back, dazed and nearly naked, directly at the feet of Dierdre.<br><br><br><br>&nbsp; "......ow......"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>28-07-2008, 23:27:33</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Dierdre was certainly surprised to see Chris rushing into the kitchen and even more so as he slipped flat on his back.&nbsp; She pondered just jumping on him right there, but the tile was cold...and wet.&nbsp; She laughed and reached two hands down to pull him up to his feet.<br><br>"Now. Now...Mr. Cross...there's no need to rush.&nbsp; The mistress just phoned.&nbsp; She won't be back until tomorrow."&nbsp; Dierdre cocked her head.&nbsp; "Now, am I mistaken, or are you thinking to change your mind about a little hot sex with the maid?&nbsp; Or did the tumble on the tiles hurt too much?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ErikAlanWest</strong> on <strong>28-07-2008, 23:49:56</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; Wobbling a bit, Christian staggers against the counter.&nbsp; Leaning back on the solid surface, he manages to shake and clear his head.&nbsp; "Actually, Miss Dierdre, you're correct on the former, but not the latter... I hope."<br><br>&nbsp; Pushing himself away from the counter, Christian slowly approaches the maid.&nbsp; While his face is calm and confident, his nervousness is still quite plain.&nbsp; This involves him making the first move, which means he's treading on dangerous ground.&nbsp; However, he doesn't falter.<br><br>&nbsp; Reaching out, Christian strokes his fingers across Dierdre's hair, starting at her temple, slipping down behind her ear to cup her cheek.&nbsp; "However, I'm not sure that I could make it to a bedroom... after my fall, you know.&nbsp; Is there anywhere else nearby that might," a smile crosses her features as he leans close, his lips brushing hers, "serve us?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>29-07-2008, 01:30:27</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She accepts the slight kiss and tilts her head to the side, pointing it in the direction of the table. "That table is sturdy enough," she says, reaching out her arm in case he needs the help balancing.<br><br>"Are you sure you're all right, Mr. Cross?"&nbsp; Places a cheek on his hand as if to check for a fever.&nbsp; "My bedroom is just a few paces down the hallway, if you think you can make that." <br><br>She strokes his chest gently letting him know she's willing to do whatever he wants to do.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ErikAlanWest</strong> on <strong>29-07-2008, 01:47:56</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; Christian smiles and takes her hand, kissing her palm, then allows his lips glide over her fingers.<br><br>&nbsp; "You know, I think I might be able to make it as far as your bedroom," he chuckles, "as long as you show me the way."&nbsp; So saying, Christian sweeps her feet out from beneath her, lifting her in his arms.&nbsp; His arms are steady, his stride is sure.&nbsp; It seems that Mr. Cross can really take a hit and come back.&nbsp; Either that, or his threshold for pain is impressive.<br><br>&nbsp; "Like I said, I'm not sure about how this&nbsp; sort of thing works. I've never done this before."&nbsp; Dipping his head down, Christian begins leaving soft kisses across the hollow of Deirdre's throat.&nbsp; "You'll have to show me the way to go."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>29-07-2008, 17:38:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Dierdre giggles as he lifts her in his strong arms. She points the direction with her feet as they move down the hallway.&nbsp; As they get to her room, she can't help but wonder what he means.&nbsp; <br><br>"Mr. Cross, when you say you've never done this before..." she looks at him questioningly, "Are you saying...uhm...Surely you're not a <em>virgin</em>, are you?"&nbsp; &nbsp;Even as she asked it, she figured that was probably not what he meant.&nbsp; "What do you mean by 'this sort of thing', sir?" 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ErikAlanWest</strong> on <strong>29-07-2008, 19:26:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; Christian laughs, "No no, not a virgin.&nbsp; What I meant was, simply meeting a woman and taking her to my bed.&nbsp; Any question of my virginity was taken care of long ago.&nbsp; And please, you don't have to call me 'sir.'&nbsp; I'm not quite that old yet."&nbsp; He can't help but smile as he reaches her room.<br><br>&nbsp; Carefully, Christian turns to bring Dierdre into the bedroom without bumping into the door frame.&nbsp; Laying her gently upon the bed, he gazes upon her a moment, admiring her.&nbsp; As he lies beside her, pulling her to him, Chris can't help touching her cheek again, "So beautiful.&nbsp; I can't imagine why you'd want <strong>me</strong> in your bed, but I'm certainly thankful for your reasons."&nbsp; &nbsp; Closing his eyes, Christian kisses her again, and finally lets himself go.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>29-07-2008, 22:09:42</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Dierdre laughs.&nbsp; "You must not have looked into a mirror lately, then."&nbsp; She opens her mouth to his kisses.&nbsp; She runs her hands through his hair and moans softly against his lips.&nbsp; &nbsp;She can't help but enjoy the simplicity of his kiss. She pulls back and looks at his sweet innocent face.&nbsp; A small chill runs through her as she thinks of what she knows is in store for him.&nbsp; <br><br>She slips off the bed and undresses quickly, spinning in a circle as if she were on display.&nbsp; Grinning ear to ear, she moves back to the bed at his feet, climbing on her hands and knees toward him, she playfully runs her tongue along the shaft of his penis and continues in a straight line up his stomach, across his chest and under his chin.&nbsp; She ends with a kiss back on his mouth as she playfully straddles him, sitting on his stomach just above his groin.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ErikAlanWest</strong> on <strong>30-07-2008, 03:16:59</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; Christian moans.&nbsp; He hates himself for it, but that doesn't change the fact: he's a moaner.&nbsp; But, he reasons, this did feel <em><strong>really</strong></em> good, so he excuses himself for his weakness.&nbsp; The smooth, sensual feel of her thighs against his stomach was doing things to his mind he didn't think could happen.&nbsp; Well, I hope she's having a good time too.<br><br>&nbsp; Christian's hands are currently gripping Dierdre's hips, helping her rock against him.&nbsp; Now he changes tactics, instead sliding his fingers up along her smooth belly, cupping her breasts gently, his thumbs massaging beneath.&nbsp; Dipping his head, Chris kisses her again quickly, then presses his mouth to her neck.&nbsp; His teeth graze her skin a bit harder than intended, and Chris winces.&nbsp; His flinch moves his body upward, and he feels himself grind against Dierdre.&nbsp; The sudden heat, the wetness, pulls another moan from him.&nbsp; Damn it...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>30-07-2008, 18:54:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Dierdre is surprised by the nip on the neck.&nbsp; She wonders if she can feel the small scars that grace her there.&nbsp; Her own gifts to her mistress over time.&nbsp; She feels his motion upward and his grinding against her.&nbsp; &nbsp;She lifts herself up and moves down so that her pussy is on top of his cock, on the outside, her labia engulfing him, her clit finds the tip of his cock and rubs against it.&nbsp; She moistens his cock with her juices, teasing him.&nbsp; She tweaks his nipples with her fingers. <br><br>"Beg me to fuck you," Dierdre commands, the words exciting her as they slip out of her mouth.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ErikAlanWest</strong> on <strong>30-07-2008, 19:46:43</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; Christian looks quickly into Dierdre's eyes as she repeats the words he so loved to hear from Jenn.&nbsp; Excitement washes through his body as the woman above him is no longer Dierdre the maid, but the Mistress.&nbsp; It wouldn't do just yet to refer to her in such a way, but perhaps soon.<br><br>&nbsp; "Please,"&nbsp; Christian whispers, "please Dierdre, I need you.&nbsp; I need to be inside you."&nbsp; His cock rubs harder against her pussy, coating him in her juices.&nbsp; Despite the torturous pleasure, Chris keeps his hands on her breasts, unwilling to grasp her hips and risk ruining the moment.&nbsp; "Please... please fuck me.&nbsp; I need you to fuck me."&nbsp; A faint tremor creeps into the last words, and whether this is due to fear or excitement Christian doesn't know.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>30-07-2008, 20:19:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Unlike the true mistress of the house, Dierdre gives into the begging quickly and easily.&nbsp; She moves upward and deftly slides herself onto his cock.&nbsp; Riding him on her knees, she finds traction against her clit and fucks him with short shallow motions, intent upon her own needs. She leans forward on her hands, lost in her own world until she feels her fast and easy first climax, completely oblivious to his existence except for the parts that are touching her.&nbsp; After her initial needs are sated, she sits back up again and moves up and down along him, in very long full movements, letting his cock nearly pop out of her before sliding back down on him again.<br><br>"Yes...you like it when a woman rides you, don't you? " She stops all motion with him inside her and stays on him, idly playing with his chest.&nbsp; "But, you don't want me to stop, do you?" She is taunting him.&nbsp; He is weak and she knows it.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ErikAlanWest</strong> on <strong>30-07-2008, 20:38:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; Eyes rolling beneath clenched lids, Christian wants nothing else but to grab Dierdre, to slam her down on his cock, to continue the pleasure she has been giving him.&nbsp; But that's not part of the game.<br><br>&nbsp; "Yes... yes, please... please make me feel good... anything you want from me... just don't stop..."&nbsp; Christian didn't know if the act of begging was what turned him on so much, or whether he genuinely needed to be dominated.&nbsp; In either case, he loved nothing more than serving a woman in whatever way she wanted.&nbsp; He loved the begging, the submission.<br><br>&nbsp; Leaning forward, Christian flicks his tongue across her left nipple, then suckles gently.&nbsp; Looking up to meet her eyes, he whispers against the tender flesh of her nipple, "Please Dierdre, don't stop..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>30-07-2008, 23:48:25</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Dierdre liked his begging, but she also liked the fact that he was a gorgeous hunk of a man with a nicely shaped piece of equipment.&nbsp; She knew this would be her only chance to ride him at all.&nbsp; Once the mistress got back, he'd understand what it meant to beg.&nbsp; This...well...this was playacting at best.&nbsp; Dierdre was at her happiest when she was being tied up and fucked hard, but this was a pretty fun little scenario.&nbsp; Freeing, in some ways to try the upper hand.&nbsp; <br><br>His mouth on her nipple was gentle and...sweet..."Suck it harder," she orders, "grab it, bite it..." <br><br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ErikAlanWest</strong> on <strong>31-07-2008, 00:31:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; Christian arches upward, gripping Dierdre's breasts between his fingers, sucking at her nipples with a passion.&nbsp; Never had Jenn done this to him, made him feel powerful and weak all at once.&nbsp; Thrusting his hips upward again, sliding deeper into Dierdre's body, Christian clenches his teeth.&nbsp; The taste of blood fills his mouth as he realizes her has indeed bitten Dierdre's nipple.&nbsp; Hard enough to draw a bead of blood.<br><br>&nbsp; "Oh God,... I'm so sorry... I didn't mean to..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>31-07-2008, 01:06:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Don't apologize!" she slaps him hard across the face. "Just keep it up...do the other one."&nbsp; This man is so strong, not as strong as mistress, but he has the combination of strength and equipment that makes Dierdre most happy.&nbsp; She loves the feeling of his cock thrusting up into her.<br><br>She screams as she comes with the pain and pleasure combination, "Lift me up, and put me on my back...then fuck me as hard as you can...pin my arms down and bite me more...."&nbsp; <br><br><br><br><br><br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ErikAlanWest</strong> on <strong>31-07-2008, 01:38:27</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; Christian rocks with the impact of the slap, but his movements grow all the more frenzied for it.&nbsp; Releasing her breasts, his hands tightly grip her upper arms.&nbsp; Surging upward once more, Chris twists Dierdre underneath him, his hips parting her thighs in a quick thrust.&nbsp; "Is this... what you wanted...?"<br><br>&nbsp; Grabbing her wrists, Christian pins them both above her head with a single large hand.&nbsp; Pulling his body tight against her, Chris pumps deeper within her while pressing against her clit on every powerful lunge.&nbsp; While his free hand grips the breast that has not bled, his mouth drops to her neck.&nbsp; Teeth graze and scrape her skin, and as his mouth passes her throat, he once again draws blood.&nbsp; This time, twin punctures from his canines mark his bite.&nbsp; "Or did you want...," growls Christian, his mouth moving to her bleeding breast, tasting the foreign flavor of her blood, "...something... like this...?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>31-07-2008, 02:37:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yes...yess....that's it..." she loved that she had helped him lose control, his base instincts coming out.&nbsp; As his teeth bit into her neck, she came again.&nbsp; She buckled under him, and tried to twist free, but his powerful arms kept her pinned down.&nbsp; His growl, low against her neck, sent a vibration that chilled her and thrilled her at the same time.&nbsp; This man was capable, that was sure.<br><br>"Don't stop until you come...Scream when you do...I want to hear you and feel you..." she yelled, thrusting her hips up into him in synchronized harmony, matching his motions thrust by thrust.&nbsp; The bed made thumping sounds against the wall from the force of it.&nbsp; Dierdre really didn't care who heard them...Mistress would know and there was going to be hell to pay, but it was worth it.<br><br>Dierdre screamed her delight just because she no longer cared--the price would be worth this.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ErikAlanWest</strong> on <strong>31-07-2008, 03:03:39</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; Christian growls against her breast as his teeth close a bit further, taking a taste of her blood.&nbsp; Any other night, the thought of his willingly sinking his teeth into a woman would nauseate him at the least.&nbsp; Now, the flavor of Dierdre's life on his tongue merely drives his lust harder.&nbsp; Feeling her coming under him, because of him, brings him to the edge of his restraint.<br><br>&nbsp; Still holding Dierdre's wrists tightly over her head, Christian begins pounding furiously at her.&nbsp; His hips pump hard enough to lift her bodily from the bed, and his teeth clench as he growls against her neck.&nbsp; Sliding his free arm beneath her, he grips the small of her back, holding Dierdre's body tight to him as his orgasm begins.&nbsp; Christian manages to growl out only, "I'm... ah...," before he screams his orgasm to the world.&nbsp; His pumping hips never lose a stroke, and while his body convulses in pleasure, he still continues trying to please Dierdre.<br><br>&nbsp; Finally, as all good things do, it ends.&nbsp; His hips slow their furious barrage, and his breathing becomes more calm.&nbsp; At last his grip on her wrists relaxes as he begins to wind down.&nbsp; Surprisingly, he remains hard and ready, despite the stimulation already applied.&nbsp; "That was... I don't think... 'heavenly' is the... right word... but, something... like that."&nbsp; Chris smiles and kisses her neck softly, already regretting the nasty bruises he left.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>31-07-2008, 18:24:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				His growl against her breast as he tastes her sends shivers through her body yet again.&nbsp; Very few she has encountered have such a raw animal power.&nbsp; So many she'd been exposed to lately did little more than jump on, pretend to be mean and leave.&nbsp; Masters was gay and could only give it to guys. The gardener was okay, but he never got quite rough--or when he did it was only half hearted.&nbsp; This man, on the other hand, had lost himself in it.&nbsp; <br><br>Dierdre moves her arms down to stroke Chris on the face.&nbsp; She sighs and says "Well, sir, that was quite worth it." <br>She is talking of course about the punishment Mistress will heap upon her.&nbsp; And possibly him.&nbsp; Though, given past experiences, Dierdre knew that his fate was much less defined.&nbsp; Dierdre shifts so that she is side by side with Chris and leaning on an elbow.&nbsp; <br><br>"I do think, however, that you should move to your own room,"&nbsp; she says.&nbsp; Satisfied for the moment, Dierdre does not want to be caught naked and in bed with the Mistress' new toy.&nbsp; It would be bad enough when she figures it out.&nbsp; <em>Which</em>, Dierdre ponders, <em>should take about ten seconds since he drew blood.</em>&nbsp; She idly touches the places he has broken skin and trembles a bit.&nbsp; <br><br>"I don't know exactly when Mistress Bayonelle will return, but I don't think it would be a good idea for you to be here when she returns," she says as she leans forward and playfully nips Chris on the nose.&nbsp; <br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ErikAlanWest</strong> on <strong>01-08-2008, 13:53:00</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; Christian smiles as he climbs out of Dierdre's bed.&nbsp; He is still a bit worried about the bruises and the blood, but his worry passes at her playful banter.&nbsp; "I'd say it was definitely worth it, yeah.&nbsp; I'm sorry if I went over the edge a little, that's never happened to me before.&nbsp; Kinda scares me a little, but by God was it good!"&nbsp; Leaning down, he presses a quick, friendly kiss to Dierdre's lips.&nbsp; "I'll leave you alone then, so Miss Bayonelle doesn't fire us both."&nbsp; Scooping up his clothes, he slips out the door into the dark hallway.<br><br>&nbsp; Walking slowly through the shadowed halls, Christian sighs and mutters to himself, "Great job Romeo.&nbsp; You follow her for answers you need, and instead you of asking question, you sleep with her.&nbsp; Brilliant, just bloody brilliant."&nbsp; Reaching his room, Chris tosses his clothes in a pile at the foot of the bed.&nbsp; <em>I am so getting a shower before bed,</em> he thinks.<br><br>&nbsp; In the hall outside, a shadow moves away from the wall.&nbsp; Slinking through the hallway, a hand reaches out and takes the telephone from it's cradle.&nbsp; Dialing quickly, the phone is raises to a mouth.&nbsp; The voice is low, but an air of self-satisfaction creeps into it.&nbsp; "Mistress Bayonelle, it's Masters.&nbsp; There's something you should know about your latest employee..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>02-08-2008, 00:25:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Amelie put the phone down on the seat next to her.&nbsp; She was only a few miles from home.&nbsp; Masters would have known she could easily smell the encounter when she returned.&nbsp; He was such a fucking brown nose.&nbsp; Still, he was useful to her and loyal enough.<br><br>She thrilled at the thought, however, of using this to her own advantage.&nbsp; Mr. Cross would certainly feel awkward at the very least when she arrived back home.&nbsp; Certainly her 'discovering' their coupling was made easier. It would be difficult to explain to Chris that she could smell the blood on Dierdre...at any rate, she was pleased to have an excuse to take corrective and punitive action against the man.&nbsp; She felt a small tremor of excitement run through her.&nbsp; The last few hours had been a total pain in the ass, but she'd managed to take care of the crisis.&nbsp; It's amazing what money can do.&nbsp; As she arrived home, she stopped at Dierdre's room.&nbsp; <br><br>Dierdre looked up at her fearfully,"Mistress!"&nbsp; She sounded surprised to see Amelie standing in her room.&nbsp; Dierdre's neck was bruised and her skin was broken.&nbsp; The smell of fresh blood still filled the room.&nbsp; Amelie smiled at Dierdre,"So, you little slut, how was he?" she asked, almost playfully.&nbsp; She kept her anger in check.<br><br>"Mistress. I ...uh...What do you mean?" Dierdre asked, pretending she had no idea what the Mistress was talking about.<br><br>Amelie picked Dierdre up by her arms and held her over head.&nbsp; "Don't toy with me you fool.&nbsp; Touch him again, and you will be my next meal," she said, "and it will be a filling one, not a snack.&nbsp; Understand?"&nbsp; She tossed the ungrateful bitch back against the head board and watched as she flopped to the bed.&nbsp; She lifted her head slowly, her eyes wide.<br><br>Dierdre had made Mistress Bayonelle angry before, but she'd never threatened her with a full draining.&nbsp; She paled and nodded her understanding to Amelie who looked at her for a moment longer before spinning on her heel and leaving the room.<br><br>Amelie figured that was enough to scare sense back into Dierdre.&nbsp; She didn't want to carry out that threat as training another maid would be tiring and bothersome.&nbsp; She decided to let Mr. Cross ruminate on his evening a bit.&nbsp; She went up to her room to watch him on the video camera.&nbsp; He was still in the shower and she watched him in silence as he soaped up.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ErikAlanWest</strong> on <strong>02-08-2008, 00:41:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; Christian rinses the shampoo from his hair and wonders why he feels so sick.&nbsp; Sure, he felt guilty about what happened, but he had never gotten physically sick from guilt.&nbsp; No lawyer worthy of the name could be.&nbsp; It wasn't fear, because while he didn't relish the confrontations that would most likely happen tomorrow morning, he likewise didn't fear them.<br><br>&nbsp; His eyes go wide as he realizes the reason for his nausea.&nbsp; He had bitten her.&nbsp; Bitten Dierdre.&nbsp; Sucked at her blood.&nbsp; Drank her blood.<br><br>&nbsp; Diving from the shower, Christian makes it to the toilet in time.<br><br>&nbsp; Once his traitorous stomach has settled down, Christian resumes his shower.&nbsp; Rather than indulging further, he simply rinses himself clean, spits twice, and steps out.&nbsp; Toweling himself off, he walks back into the bedroom.&nbsp; Pulling on his pants and shirt, Christian heads to the library to get some paperwork done.&nbsp; He figured he wouldn't get any peace the next day.&nbsp; If he was even still employed here.<br><br>&nbsp; Hell, if he was even alive tomorrow.&nbsp; Christian still hadn't gotten over his suspicion of Amelie's Mafia background, and the thought of trouble in that direction had also crossed his mind. <em> Funny, </em>he thinks as he sits down at the desk, <em>these could be my last few hours of life, and I'm spending them doing taxes for the woman who's going to kill me.&nbsp; What the fuck does that say about my life?</em><br><br>&nbsp;<em> Well, </em>he finally concedes,<em> at least I have until tomorrow.&nbsp; Dierdre said she wouldn't be back tonight.&nbsp; At least I have a couple hours left...</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>02-08-2008, 00:49:30</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Amelie watched in amusement as Chris pukes into the toilet.&nbsp; A weak stomach, eh?&nbsp; She wonders if his vegetarian inclinations made him sick at sucking on Dierdre's neck.&nbsp; No doubt Dierdre had seduced him, but he had been weak enough to follow along.&nbsp; She was surprised that he didn't collapse into his bed though.&nbsp; She flipped the cameras to follow him around until he took his seat at the desk again.&nbsp; <em>What </em>she thought, <em>more work?</em>&nbsp; What an odd man this was, indeed.&nbsp; <br><br>She decided that it might be fun to slip into the library again.&nbsp; He wouldn't be expecting her.&nbsp; She put on a tight corset, a pair of crotchless underwear, garters and her tall leather boots.&nbsp; She slipped on a simple black dress over the top and made her way silently to the library.&nbsp; She slipped in without making a sound and stood directly behind him.&nbsp; She leaned forward and whispered "Good evening, Mr. Cross," so that the words&nbsp; delicately caressed the back of his neck.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ErikAlanWest</strong> on <strong>02-08-2008, 01:00:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; Christian had never felt every muscle in his body clench at the same time before.<br><br>&nbsp; About two seconds later, once the initial effects of Amelie's breath end, Christian draws in a slow breath, and in a steady voice replies, "Good evening Miss Bayonelle.&nbsp; You're home sooner than expected.&nbsp; I thought for sure Dierdre told me you wouldn't be returning until tomorrow."<br><br>&nbsp; Without missing a beat, Christian changes with, "Oh, and before I forgot, I have the entire legal suit filed out here.&nbsp; Just sign or initial where I've indicated, then stick it in the envelope and drop it in the mail.&nbsp; You should get your settlement within 3 months, and I'm sure you'll be pleased with the result."<br><br>&nbsp; Still smiling, Chris continues on, "Sorry, I'm just unloading about work on you, and you just had a rough day already.&nbsp; Sorry about that.&nbsp; So, how did the emergency turn out?&nbsp; Everything ok?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>02-08-2008, 01:14:05</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Amelie enjoys the controlled clench that runs through Chris' body.&nbsp; She runs a fingernail along the nape of his' neck.&nbsp; "Mr. Cross, Dierdre is often wrong about a great number of things."<br><br>"I'm glad to see you are a diligent worker when you are not fucking with my staff."&nbsp; Amelie growls lowly.<br><br>She spins his chair around so the he is facing her, placed a hand on the arms at each side of him and leans in closely to his face.&nbsp; "So tell me, Mr Cross.&nbsp; When I thought I had made it clear to you that I desired you, why you would throw yourself at that wench?"&nbsp; The old-fashioned word escaped Amelie.&nbsp; "Any idea how that makes <em>me </em><em>feel</em>, Mr Cross?"<br><br><br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ErikAlanWest</strong> on <strong>02-08-2008, 01:45:27</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; Christian sighs and grits his teeth a moment, then sighs, "Probably about the same way I feel about handling a completely illegal identity change.&nbsp; Whomever you had juggling your numbers was good, but he either got greedy and sloppy, or got stupid and went too far.&nbsp; Either way, you expect me to simply clean up someone else's shit, and smile the whole way.&nbsp; Just be a good boy and do your trick, and you'll get a bone?&nbsp; I don't know if you're Mafia or not, and I don't care.&nbsp; I just don't want to get jerked around again by a woman I happen to think a great deal about."<br><br>&nbsp; Christian shakes his head, "I'm sorry, that's really not how I wanted to start."&nbsp; Swallowing past a suspicious blockage, Chris pauses a moment to gather himself, then sighs, "Maybe I went to Dierdre for some answers, so maybe she could tell me I was wrong; but because I was so weak from being near you, I needed somebody close.&nbsp; You kept letting me close, then pulling away.&nbsp; For a day and a half."<br><br>&nbsp; "Yes, I was wrong.&nbsp; Yes, I screwed up.&nbsp; I'm not trying to dodge that, and I'm not asking for forgiveness.&nbsp; I'm asking that you just try to see why I did what I did."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>02-08-2008, 02:57:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Mafia?" Amelie couldn't help but laugh at that one.&nbsp; "Oh, Mr. Cross...I'm afraid you have made a mistake there."&nbsp; Her eyes twinkled with mirth as she spun his chair around a full 360 degrees and caught it again.<br><br>"You are smart, though.&nbsp; Most people would not have figured out the identity change.&nbsp; That shows intelligence.&nbsp; Still, you don't have access to the multitude of paper I have locked away in my vault.&nbsp; That, my dear man, would scare you shitless."&nbsp; Amelie didn't want to go to far.&nbsp; The corners of her mouth twitched upward briefly.&nbsp; <br><br>She&nbsp; grabbed his arms and pulled him up to his feet so he was standing eye to eye and nose to nose with her.&nbsp; She put her hands on his chest and up over his shoulders, finally linking her hands behind his neck.&nbsp; She shifted her weight to one foot.&nbsp; "And you think my toying with you for one day and a half was a long period of time?" <br><br>A slight sadness came over Amelie.&nbsp; It had seemed a blink of an eye. Moments to her.&nbsp; Time and how it seemed to draw on when you never sleep and never die...she had thought to draw this out longer, even.&nbsp; But living, breathing humans seem to be so impatient--and even more so in the last few years.&nbsp; Ever since plane travel, actually, she had sensed a general speeding up of things.<br><br>"I feel, however, the fact you fucked Dierdre was a general weakness on your part.&nbsp; She can be quite the little slut and siren, so to speak," she says.&nbsp; Amelie decides to put the cards on the table.&nbsp; "At this point you can walk away, literally, from untold fortune and find your own way back to whatever <em>pathetic </em>life you had--of course, you would have to keep any details you have of your short stay her to yourself or face other consequences....or, you can decide to stay here.&nbsp; If you choose to stay, I will punish you for your weakness of late...and then,&nbsp; I will, eventually, reveal all my <em>dirty little secrets </em>to you.&nbsp; The eventual rewards will be...life changing, I assure you.&nbsp; What say you, Mr. Cross?"&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ErikAlanWest</strong> on <strong>03-08-2008, 09:17:51</strong>
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				&nbsp; Christian nods, "Fair enough, I accept your punishment in whatever form it may take.&nbsp; I'll continue to handle your affairs, both legal and financial, provided you freely provide any information I request about the nature of said dealings.&nbsp; I will avoid any... unseemly contact, with any members of the staff from this point on.&nbsp; And, I will give my word that I shall never reveal anything I learn while in your employ."<br><br>&nbsp; Chris smiles, "However, don't think I'm going to scare easily.&nbsp; I've heard things in high-power boardrooms that would make the Devil sick.&nbsp; I once overheard the CEO of my company discussing with his assistant over whether or not he should kill his wife, or if the divorce would be cheaper.&nbsp; Nothing you can reveal to me is going to shock me very much, and I highly doubt my life will be changed to any serious degree."<br><br>&nbsp; Folding his arms, Chris shrugs, "If anything I've said changes your mind about keeping me here, I can always leave.&nbsp; I'm sure you can afford better legal council than me, although not by much.&nbsp; I can go back to my pathetic life, or what's left of it anyway.&nbsp; But I want to stay, if that means anything.&nbsp; If I leave, I really am losing my last real chance.&nbsp; I have nothing else, I've come to realize that.&nbsp; Everything I built my life on, up until this point, is gone."&nbsp; He sighs and closes his eyes.&nbsp; "I've said my peace.&nbsp; I'll accept my punishment now, if you like, or I can go back to work.&nbsp; It's your decision."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>04-08-2008, 04:43:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Amelie could hardly stop herself from laughing outright by his affirmation that she could do little to scare him or that his life wouldn't change that much, not really.&nbsp; <br><br>"Mr. Cross, I believe you have made a sensible decision. Or at least the one that makes me most happy.&nbsp; Let us start with your punishment. This way, then."&nbsp; She stands upright&nbsp; and beckones him to follow her.&nbsp; She moves silently and smoothly through the hallways.&nbsp; She does not turn to look to see if he was behind her, for she knew he would follow.&nbsp; <br><br>As she reaches what looked like the end of the hallway, she pauses,"This Mr. Cross, is the first secret I will reveal to you.&nbsp; Entry to my private chamber is gained here, and only here.&nbsp; I won't, however show you how to open the door from this side."&nbsp; She makes a quick and sudden movement that no human eye could possible see, and a hidden door swings open.<br><br>Beyond the hidden door is a small chamber, only five feet by six feet.&nbsp; "There might be times when you find yourself here, the only way for you to leave is through the door you just came through."&nbsp; She shuts the door they had just walked through.&nbsp; From the inside, there is a small handle.&nbsp; "You just pull that down and you can let yourself out."&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Turning to the blank wall opposite the door, Amelie makes another gesture hidden by speedy movement and that wall opened to reveal a much larger chamber.&nbsp; It has no windows or anything that looks like a door.&nbsp; The room, was however, furnished with modern and high quality decorator furnishings.&nbsp; A large king bed takes up a good portion of the far wall, a cabinet on one side reveals&nbsp; the video surveillance system.&nbsp; Amelie has left it open so that Chris could make various inferences and connections.&nbsp; The cameras she has left on were trained on his bed and bathroom and Dierdre's bedroom.&nbsp; He wouldn't know exactly what she had been able to see, but she was sure the uncertainty of it all would be fun to play with.<br><br>She walks&nbsp; across the room and opens the wall to reveal another room beyond.&nbsp; "In here Mr. Cross.&nbsp; I only use my bedroom for more...recovering or...vanilla activities."&nbsp; She widened her eyes to indicate he should move through the initial bedroom. Amelie stepped into the room and ripped off her outer dress revealing her corseted upper body, gartered lower body and boots.<br><br>Amelie liked her little play room.&nbsp; She swept her hand across the room as if she were a tour guide.&nbsp; "Here is a new purchase, Mr. Cross.&nbsp; The on-line store calls it 'the extreme Punishment Bench', but I was attracted to it for it's versatility.&nbsp; That it is also small and easy to change was also very attractive to me.&nbsp; On the wall, I have some class rings for various standing positions."&nbsp; She walked across to a large mahogany cabinet and opened it to reveal a virtual arsenal of implements.&nbsp; Whips, paddles, cuffs, chains, harness and dildos of various sizes filled the box.&nbsp; All were obviously well cleaned and displayed beautifully, as if they were museum pieces.&nbsp; <br><br>Ancient, obviously original medieval torture devices hung on the walls in various artistic combinations and displays.&nbsp; Motioning to the variety of ancient toys, she says,"Those are just for decoration."<br><br>Amelie motions to the bench and the wall,"I will let you choose your first position, Mr. Cross.&nbsp; Just to show you I can be kind."&nbsp; Her smile widens a little, and her eyes twinkle with merriment.&nbsp; A vary careful observer might notice that her canine teeth seem rather pronounced.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ErikAlanWest</strong> on <strong>04-08-2008, 21:03:49</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; Christian sighs and nods, "Very kind indeed.&nbsp; Few people get the chance to chose how they will suffer."&nbsp; Despite the slight, and very surprising, edge to his voice, his words also carry a subtle tone of excitement.<br><br>&nbsp; Working slowly, Chris unbuttons his shirt and drops it unceremoniously to the floor.&nbsp; His body is already covered with a thin sheen of sweat, another sign of his hidden arousal.&nbsp; Pulling two sets of manacles from the cabinet, Christian closes one set around his own wrists.&nbsp; The second connects the chain running between his wrists and a bar high up on the wall.&nbsp; In order to reach this awkward anchorage point, he stands on his toes with an impressive show of grace for a man his size.&nbsp; Once the second clasp is closed, Christian sags a bit, testing his freedom of movement.&nbsp; With barely any slack in the chains, and the manacles already cutting into the skin of his wrists, he is off-balance and in pain before anything has begun.&nbsp; Hanging from his arms in such a brutal way also reduces his ability to breath deeply.<br><br>&nbsp; Satisfied that he is as helpless as he can be, Christian regards her calmly, though pain and anxiousness both shine in his eyes, "I suppose this will have to do for a starting position."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>04-08-2008, 23:25:00</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"You are very graceful, Mr. Cross.&nbsp; Yes, indeed," purrs Amelie.&nbsp; The smell of his sweat fills her with anticipation. "I must say, you please me greatly by choosing this position.&nbsp; I can...access your full body.&nbsp; I do like that.&nbsp; And now, Mr. Cross, your choices are over for the moment."&nbsp; &nbsp;Amelie walks over to the cabinet and pulls out a set of shiny nipple clamps.&nbsp; She leans forward and sucks his right nipple into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the aerola, her teeth biting gently until she feels his nipple enlarge against her tongue.&nbsp; Drawing back, she places the clamp against the swollen nipple.&nbsp; Dropping the other clamp and letting the chain dangle from his first nipple, she repeats her sucking process on his left nipple and places the second clamp on the left nipple.<br><br>She steps back to admire the work.&nbsp; "Now, Mr. Cross, I want you to beg me to forgive you for drawing blood on Dierdre.&nbsp; That was very, very wrong of you.&nbsp; You know that don't you?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ErikAlanWest</strong> on <strong>05-08-2008, 08:07:27</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; Christian winces slightly as the first clamp is applied.&nbsp; The placement of the second draws a slight gasp from his lips.&nbsp; His eyes closed, he speaks softly, "Yes Mistress, I know I was wrong.&nbsp; Even now I regret what I did.&nbsp; But what was done was for her pleasure.&nbsp; I went no further than she wanted me to go.&nbsp; No further, in fact, than she demanded I go.&nbsp; If I am to be punished for pleasing another, then let it be so."<br><br>&nbsp; Christian opens his eyes finally, but directs his gaze at the toes of her boots, watching his own reflection, "I know I am not worthy, but please Mistress, teach me the way I should be, so I might serve better."&nbsp; His voice carries the servile tone of a born submissive and the confidence of a practiced one.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>05-08-2008, 19:59:35</strong>
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				Amelie puts her right index finger on the chain holding the clamps to his nipples, allowing a little bit of pressure to pull it down and adding gently to that pressure a little bit at a time. <br><br>"<em>Chris</em>," she says, emphasizing the switch to his first name,"I am not punishing you for giving pleasure to Dierdre.&nbsp; I am punishing you for your own lack of restraint."&nbsp; Amelie releases the chain and moves her hand to his stomach at belly button level.&nbsp; She puts her sharp nail against his skin and traces a line around his torso as she circles him slowly while examining his body.&nbsp; The tell-tale signs of previous whippings and other implements are on his back--minute and barely visible to anyone who is not seeking them. <br><br>"I regret having to leave suddenly, but I thought I had made it clear you were to be <em>mine</em>."&nbsp; Amelie unbuttons his pants and removes the remainder of his clothing.&nbsp; "Yes, you are quite lovely to look at, Chris," she says more to herself than to him.&nbsp; She walks to the cabinet, here high heeled boots tapping with each step, and pulls out a simple&nbsp; black leather cock ring and placed it on him.&nbsp; "Ah...fully dressed and ready to go."&nbsp; <br><br>"I see you have given yourself to another.&nbsp; I will require you to denounce any possible ties to your previous mistress...or...<em>master</em>...I will not tolerate you serving anyone but me."&nbsp; Her eyes bore into his as she stroked his cheek gently.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ErikAlanWest</strong> on <strong>05-08-2008, 22:33:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; "Although you indicated you desired me, Mistress, when Dierdre mentioned her... range of services, I thought that might be my purpose here as well.&nbsp; Or, at least an additional job requirement."&nbsp; Christian smiles slightly, although his gaze remains downcast, "Perhaps, Mistress, you might wish to specify the extent of my service further in the future."<br><br>&nbsp; "As for my previous... mistress, I have no loyalty towards her.&nbsp; Love I will always carry in my heart, and no degree of punishment can tear her from me.&nbsp; My service, however, is no longer hers to call upon."&nbsp; His eyes finally meet hers, and his eyes show a hint of sadness.&nbsp; "She betrayed me, and I cannot forgive her any longer."<br><br>&nbsp; Christian turns his eyes down once more, this time not out of reverence towards Amelie, but out of fear of showing true weakness, "I will be a servant.&nbsp; I will not be a slave."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>05-08-2008, 22:50:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Amelie rolls her eyes upwards.&nbsp; "Your pathetic lawyer-like excuses regarding Dierdre are noted. You should <em>have known</em> better." <br><br>Amelie thought of the possibilities.&nbsp; Love betrayed...Perhaps when he has turned she will test him by sending him after the woman in the picture...It would be fun to watch him tearing open the neck of his previous mistress and drinking her to death.&nbsp; She puts the thought aside and brings herself back to the present.<br><br>"I am very loyal and protective of those in my care, Chris.&nbsp; If you are loyal to me and no other, the rewards will be great."&nbsp; Amelie tilted his head up by his chin so he was forced to look at her. "And, that means I want you exclusively to myself.&nbsp; Perhaps I should be clear on this point.&nbsp; You will pledge yourself to me and to no one else.&nbsp; If that cock of yours so much as twitches in another woman's, or man's, direction, you wll have hell to pay.&nbsp; Slave? Servant?&nbsp; You can call yourself whatever you like, it's all semantics. Capiche?"<br><br>Amelie waits for him to answer, her fingers pinching his jaws, holding it in place.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ErikAlanWest</strong> on <strong>05-08-2008, 23:08:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; "I understand, both the degree of my failing and what you require of me in the future.&nbsp; I also agree.&nbsp; I will belong to you exclusively, with no exceptions.&nbsp; I doubt very highly that you'll have to worry about my cock twitching around any men, and I'll simply make sure I'm wearing clothes when I deal with the ladies of your staff."<br><br>&nbsp; Christian swallows, knowing that this woman still might very will gut him where he hangs and leave him to die.&nbsp; He also finds that he doesn't care.&nbsp; He finds himself quickly sinking into the servant mentality that Jenn had forced him to adopt.&nbsp; It still disturbed him, the degree of pleasure he derived from this mindset.&nbsp; Giving up all free will, surrendering to the will of another...<br><br>&nbsp; "What is it you want from me, really?&nbsp; You didn't bring me here to take care of your accounts, and you don't have me hanging here because you need me to file your taxes.&nbsp; What do you really want me for?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>05-08-2008, 23:33:39</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Amelie laughs at his question.&nbsp; "Actually, I do think your current legal knowledge is a bonus.&nbsp; There are some tricky things...But...that's just happenstance.&nbsp; I didn't <em>know </em>you were a lawyer when I saw you standing half naked on the side of the road.&nbsp; All I saw was a strong man who could, perhaps, be a good playmate for me."&nbsp; She lets go of his chin and smiles.&nbsp; "You may have noticed that I am slightly unusual--perhaps stronger than your average...woman.&nbsp; Finding a man with your obvious strength so close to home seemed like a gift I could not turn away."&nbsp; <br><br>Amelie kissed him lightly on the lips as her one hand raked her nails down his chest and the other caressed his biceps.&nbsp; A small droplet of blood from one of her nails came to the surface.&nbsp; She lowered her head to lick it off of him.&nbsp; She closed her eyes and let the taste of his blood fill her senses for a moment.&nbsp; The look on her face would appear like religious rapture to anyone who took notice.&nbsp; <br><br>Standing back up to full height, Amelie looks longingly into Chris' eyes.&nbsp; <br><br>"The pleasure I can give you in this room is just part of the fun we can have,"&nbsp; Amelie promises.&nbsp; <br><br>"Beg me to flog you..." she whispers in his ear, "I have such a beautiful toy to share with you."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ErikAlanWest</strong> on <strong>05-08-2008, 23:52:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; Christian moans as Amelie's nails tears his skin, the pain cutting through the fear and the doubt.&nbsp; She was his Mistress.&nbsp; She might give him pain, but she wouldn't hurt him.&nbsp; Her tongue across his skin pulls a small jerk from him, but he quickly reigns himself in.&nbsp; Such weakness would only disappoint her.&nbsp; She wanted him to be strong.<br><br>&nbsp; Christian watches her react to the flavor of his blood.&nbsp; Small wonder she was upset about him drawing blood from Dierdre.&nbsp; This was a woman who cherished every drop of blood from those that serve her.&nbsp; A chill runs through his body as he considers what else she might do to draw his own.<br><br>&nbsp; When her eyes meet his own, his breath escapes him.&nbsp; Something in her gaze frightens him to the core of his being, and for a moment he wants nothing more than to flee in terror.&nbsp; Just as quickly as this feeling surfaces, it sinks away again, leaving a lust Christian is unfamiliar with.&nbsp; Here was a woman who had no limits save those she imposes on herself.<br><br>&nbsp; "Yes.&nbsp; Yes, please Mistress, please flog me.&nbsp; Punish me for my sins.&nbsp; Purify my, please, flog me Mistress.&nbsp; Teach me with beauty, Mistress..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>06-08-2008, 00:54:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Amelie says,"As you wish,my sweet one."<br>She spun on her heel and turned to the cabinet.&nbsp; She felt a giddy anticipation as she chose the most recent arrival to her collection and turned&nbsp; back toChris. Holding it up for his inspection she ran her fingers through the twenty-four leather fringes and dangled the delicate strands so he could clearly see the three knots on each strand.<br><br>She stood back so that he could see her well enough as she lifted the flogger and ce down against her upper thigh.&nbsp; She winced at the pain. "Oh yes.&nbsp; The catalogue description was accurate.&nbsp; A thousand points of pain, is what they promised."&nbsp; She kissed him on the cheek again and moved behind him, the tapping of her heels in counterpoint to his breathing.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br>Amelie traces the flogger across the breadth of his as,down the center of his back and up between his legs just barely touching his cock.&nbsp; She taps&nbsp; his upper thighs gently.&nbsp; "Here," she says.&nbsp; &nbsp;She pulls back and aims carefully planting her first stroke.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ErikAlanWest</strong> on <strong>06-08-2008, 01:24:00</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; His world goes white.&nbsp; Pain blinds him to the world around him as the flogger connects with the flesh of his thigh.&nbsp; Christian lets his head sag as he clenches his teeth against a scream.&nbsp; By will alone he keeps from making any sound, though it felt as though the skin had been flayed from his leg.&nbsp; A stray fringe had clipped his cock, and that pain alone is enough to bead the sweat on his brow.<br><br>&nbsp; As the initial pain begins to abate, Chris lifts his head, his breath rough and raspy, but steady.&nbsp; His eyes show his pain, but also an unusual determination for a submissive.&nbsp; Sweat beads and runs down his jaw, his neck, his chest.&nbsp; The red marks upon his flesh from her nails seem to burn against his skin, pale from the pain.&nbsp; A droplet of blood has begun to well at the wound left by a stray nail.<br><br>&nbsp; "Perhaps... Mistress might... find a harder... stroke... more effective... to prove... my strength."&nbsp; Chris hangs from the manacles a moment, letting the fresh pain from his wrists wash away the lingering pain from his leg, then straightens again, "Until you can pull a scream from me... you might not be effective enough... Mistress."&nbsp; Madness dances in his eyes a moment, but whether or not it is a new development is a question perhaps best not answered.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>06-08-2008, 02:45:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				It's times like this when Amelie is glad she put the silk handkerchiefs on the bottom shelf of her cabinet.&nbsp; Walking away from Chris, moves to the cabinet with her heels making their deliberate tap tap sound.&nbsp; Knowing he has a full view, she spreads her legs a foot apart and bends at the waist to reach into the drawer, giving him a full view of her gartered thighs and crotchless underwear.&nbsp; She took her time rummaging through the drawer for a black handkerchief making sure the light would flicker nicely against her glistening pussy. <br><br>Standing back up with a serious and innocent look on her face she returns to Chris.&nbsp; "The sweat on your brow and your eyes tell me a different story, Chris."&nbsp; She wipes the sweat off his face and strokes his cheek.&nbsp; <br><br>"But, I am happy to test you further.&nbsp; I always start with a fairly light stroke.&nbsp; Just to make things equal though, I insist on matching the first stroke precisely with another on the other thigh.&nbsp; After that, I will add some strength to the flogger if you require me to."&nbsp; Amelie moves so she could hit the other thigh at the same level, the sound of the thwack against his skin thrilling her through and through.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ErikAlanWest</strong> on <strong>07-08-2008, 16:34:06</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; Rapture and agony entangle Christian's mind as the blow from the Mistress strikes his flesh once more.&nbsp; Teeth clench to cut off another cry, and Chris feels another tingle of pain as his teeth tear through the skin of his lip.&nbsp; The taste of blood threatens to overwhelm his senses, but willpower proves stronger, and Chris manages to retain enough mental fortitude to open his eyes and speak.<br><br>&nbsp; "Mistress... while I don't... doubt your skill... or strength... such light... love-taps... hardly do either of us... justice..."<br><br>&nbsp; Christian swallows, and the blood runs down his throat.&nbsp; Coughing, a small trickle of crimson running from the corner of his mouth.&nbsp; When he looks to her again, he smiles and licks the blood from his teeth.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>07-08-2008, 17:36:01</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Amelie watches as Chris lies so ably about her light touch.&nbsp; "What an unusual man you are Chris&gt;"&nbsp; She licks the dribble of blood that has left a crimson line between his lip and chin.&nbsp; She wipes his face again.&nbsp; She runs her hands gently over his chest and turns the nipple clamps just a notch.&nbsp; She turns her back and returns to her workbench.&nbsp; She places&nbsp; a small fishing weight on the center of the chain holding the nipple clamps together.&nbsp; <br><br>She pays close attention to the back of his thighs.&nbsp; She wants him unharmed in most respects for she doesn't want to spend eternity with a heavily scarred man.&nbsp; He has know way of knowing this, of course, but she will decide when to stop.&nbsp; She runs her hands over his thighs and places her body against his from behind.&nbsp; Her hands move over his stomach, down to the front of his thighs, pointedly avoiding touching any part of his genitals.&nbsp; She traces the flogger around his entire body,&nbsp; spreads his ass cheeks with the end of the handle--teasingly.<br><br>"Chris,&nbsp; you seem to have resigned yourself to a bit of real pain.&nbsp; I'm very impressed by your ability to withstand what I have given you so far.&nbsp; Other men would have passed out by now."&nbsp; The sweat on his body and his ragged breathing proved he was in pain, but he was asking for more.&nbsp; How much could he take?&nbsp; Amelie spreads her legs and pushes her wet pussy against his thighs.<br><br>Looking back into his eyes she says, "You are doing very well, I'm very proud of you, Chris.&nbsp; Can you feel how proud I am of you?"&nbsp; She moves herself up and down so that his thigh is glistening with her juices.&nbsp; <br><br>"Do you really want me to step this up?&nbsp; My medium stroke will surely make you pass out after what you have already gone through.&nbsp; Especially as I will lay it right, here," she says playfully pushing the tip of the flogger against his chest, between the two nipple clamps. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ErikAlanWest</strong> on <strong>07-08-2008, 18:22:05</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; Christian chuckles painfully.&nbsp; His breathing is still ragged, but not entirely from pain.&nbsp; "Oh yes... I'm sure I can handle... a medium lash... even one delivered... to such a tender...location... "&nbsp; His eyes trace the length of the flogger, picturing the arc each individual fringe will take, imagining where each of the knots will strike his flesh.&nbsp; His body trembles at the thought of such exquisite pain.<br><br>&nbsp; A touch of doubt teases the corner of his mind.&nbsp; <em>I've never been hurt this badly before.&nbsp; I don't know if I can handle this.</em>&nbsp; As soon as this fear surfaces, another part roars from the depths.&nbsp; <em>Of course I can take this.&nbsp; It's just pain. Jenn used to beat you bloody, and Amelie only drew blood with her nails.</em>&nbsp; Still, the shadow of doubt remains, hidden within his mind.<br><br>&nbsp; "Please... don't hold back... I need... I need the pain... let me make you proud... hurt me... make me strong..."&nbsp; Even as he voices his desire, his body responds in turn.&nbsp; The feel of her heat against him is maddening, and his captivity only intensifies his lust.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>07-08-2008, 19:12:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Amelie smiled at Chris' request.&nbsp; "Such a strong man...yes..."she says, kissing his neck gently, licking it, wishing she could take him now, holding herself back.<br><br>"Allright, then," Amelie says,"I will apply a slightly more force, just so you can prove it to me. I have no desire to kill you."&nbsp; Not like this anyway, she thinks.&nbsp; "I want to do more to you than just flog you..."<br><br>She tickle's his cock gently, letting the tiny leather cords wrap themselves playfully around his cock.&nbsp; Releasing them with a careful movement she steps back so she can get a full swing in.&nbsp; <br><br>She fully expects him to pass out as she pulls the flogger back and takes very careful aim.&nbsp; She modulates the force so that it is just beyond what he has experienced...one notch up but nothing compared to her full strength for that would surely kill him.&nbsp; Her aim is precise and strikes just where she had promised.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ErikAlanWest</strong> on <strong>07-08-2008, 19:37:35</strong>
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				&nbsp; Finally.&nbsp; The pain comes as Christian has imagined it would, pure and sweet.&nbsp; The lash across his chest pulls viciously on the chain linking the nipple clamps, and although his flesh remains whole where the metal grips him, he can feel warm trickles running down his pecs, wetness too sticky to be sweat.<br><br>&nbsp; Sagging in the manacles, head down, hair hanging in his face, Christian fights the encroaching blackness.&nbsp; <em>Not like this.&nbsp; Not after only three.&nbsp; I'm stronger than this.&nbsp; Just breathe,</em> he tells himself, <em>and the pain will fade.&nbsp; Just breathe.</em><br><br>&nbsp; Easier said than done.&nbsp; Each breath is agony for him, the way the red and raw flesh pulls across his chest.&nbsp; However, the pain fades after a moment.&nbsp; The darkness falls away, and although his vision is blurred and stinging from sweat and pain, Christian still manages a weak gasp of laughter.<br><br>&nbsp; "I... think... that's about... the right... amount... of pain."&nbsp; Hanging limply in his chains, blood running down his chest and chin, unconsciousness threatening every moment, Chris smiles.&nbsp; This is the life.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>07-08-2008, 23:14:29</strong>
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				Amelie releases the manacle from the overhead bar with fluid and practiced motions, easily holding Chris up with one arm while doing so. He is obviously on the brink of passing out, but is strong and stuborn enough to maintain consciousness.&nbsp; She lifts him easily in her arms and carries him back into her bedroom, placing him on the bed.<br><br>She leans over him and kisses him on the forehead.&nbsp; She straddle his lower legs and bends over his bleeding chest.&nbsp; &nbsp;After removing the niple clamps she licks up all the blood, letting a small moan of pleasure escape from her mouth. <br><br>"You have done well.&nbsp; I&nbsp; am very pleased with you at the moment," Amelie says quietly against his ear as she stretches herself out against his side.&nbsp; Running her finger along his biceps, she could not help but have a little shiver of fear pass through her.&nbsp; Surely, he would eventually be stronger than she.&nbsp; Even though it could take decades for him to reach his full potential, he would, maybe be the match she so longed for.<br><br>"I will grant you a request for your excellent work," she offers. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ErikAlanWest</strong> on <strong>08-08-2008, 01:15:05</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; Christian smiles wearily as Amelie lays him down on the bed.&nbsp; The title of Mistress no longer applies to her, and now she is simply a beautiful woman who is taking care of his battered, painful body.&nbsp; The bloodlust fades from his mind, to be replaced by exhaustion.&nbsp; How he had withstood so much brutality, he can't quite understand.&nbsp; Ah well, at least he hadn't passed out this time.<br><br>&nbsp; When Amelie presses her lips to his forehead, the tenderness relaxes his wearied body.&nbsp; Sleep moves to embrace him, until the touch of Amelie's tongue on his flesh rouses him again.&nbsp; Amazed that even now, in such a peaceful and tranquil moment, her desires could still affect her actions, Christian's eyes follow her every movement.<br><br>&nbsp; The feel of her fingers along his arm once more begin to sooth him to sleep, the offer made by Amelie pulls him awake once more.&nbsp; <em>Grant me a request?&nbsp; What in Christ's name does <strong>that</strong> mean?</em>&nbsp; However, rather than questioning the meaning of her gift, Christian instead speaks as he feels, a feat no other night has ever coaxed from him before.<br><br>&nbsp; "My request is that I may be allowed to continue to serve you.&nbsp; Anything else isn't necessary.&nbsp; Allow me to serve you, however you chose to use my skills, in any way, and I will be happy.&nbsp; That is my request."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>08-08-2008, 05:49:55</strong>
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				"I wouldn't dream of letting you do anything but that..." she says, amused by his request.&nbsp; <br><br>Amelie kisses him again, quietly and with the lightest touch.&nbsp; "I will tend to your chest wounds properly, and you will be able to rest," she whispers.&nbsp; She slips off the bed and moves to the workroom.&nbsp; She finds the cream that will protect him from germs and help him heal quickly and wets a soft&nbsp; cloth to cleanse him.&nbsp; She makes sure that all of his cuts are tended to, no need to leave any more marks than necessary.&nbsp; <br><br>After changing into a supple and comfortable black satin nightgown, she climbs into the bed next to Chris to feign sleep next to him.&nbsp; She closes her eyes and concentrates on listening to his breath and smelling his delicious scent.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ErikAlanWest</strong> on <strong>11-08-2008, 04:50:59</strong>
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				&nbsp; Christian smiles slightly as Amelie lies down with him again.&nbsp; <em>Maybe this means I can hope she really cares about me.&nbsp; I mean, she didn't just leave me here to fend for myself, right?</em>&nbsp; Questions and fears are washed gently away by sleep, and soon he dreams.<br><br>&nbsp; And his dreams are of fire.&nbsp; His eyes roll in their sockets, searching through ancient darkness, looking for things long disappeared.&nbsp; Forgotten heat is now remembered vividly enough to put sweat on his forehead.&nbsp; Smoke ages past now chokes a ragged cough from his throat.&nbsp; His head turns, desperately searching for some ghost that no longer exists.&nbsp; Some new sound emits from his throat, something like words.&nbsp; As his body begins to move with the strength of these dreams, or memories, words are now being formed.&nbsp; "Eyes... the flames... fire in it's eyes... damn you Father... your eyes Father... your fire... "<br><br>&nbsp; With a final sound of panic and fear, Christian throws himself blindly from the bed, cowering in the corner as some vague specter of sleep still ravages his waking mind.&nbsp; His eyes stare blindly at something only his dreams can show him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>13-08-2008, 02:22:56</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Amelie sits up on her elbow to watch as Chris' breathing becomes more ragged in his sleep.&nbsp; His eyes are fluttering around&nbsp; under his lids, a clear indicator he is dreaming.&nbsp; Ah, but no, it is not a dream but a nightmare he is having.&nbsp; The smell of his sweat is filled with fear--as if he were awake.&nbsp; He begins mumbling and she can only make out a few words.&nbsp; It was clear there was something more to the story about his family's fiery death than the newspaper articles indicated.&nbsp; A cover up of some sort, or, perhaps, a fire that was unexplained by normal means and never delved into.<br><br>As he yelps and launches himself from the bed into the corner, Amelie remains where she is.&nbsp; She wants to see how long he will sit there, but his eyes are wide open as if he can see something. She is very curious, but doesn't fear anything.&nbsp; She wants to learn all she can, for through his own fears she will gain complete control over him.&nbsp; <br><br>She watches for a while and moves over to her computer.&nbsp; Emailing her best PI, Jimmy Schwartz, she asks for more detailed digging on the old fire and for more information on Mr. Christian Cross.&nbsp; <br><br>Chris remains in the corner long enough for Amelie to get bored with it.&nbsp; She crosses over to him and waves her hand in front of his face to see if he is totally in another world or not.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ErikAlanWest</strong> on <strong>13-08-2008, 14:33:26</strong>
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				&nbsp; Christian starts when Amelie waves her hand before his face, and before he can rein in his reflexes, he is already up and gripping her wrist in a powerful hand.&nbsp; His eyes blaze with equal parts fear and rage, and for a moment any trace of the quiet, shy, timid trade lawyer is gone.&nbsp; He releases her arm immediately, however, and his expression crumbles as he realizes what has happened.&nbsp; "Ah God... I'm so sorry.&nbsp; I didn't... I mean, I would never... "<br><br>&nbsp; Hanging his head, Chris crosses to the bed and sits cross-legged.&nbsp; From behind the hair that hangs in his face, Christian's voice is soft and frightened, "I've had nightmares since I was a kid.&nbsp; My home burned down when I was young, and I still dream about the whole thing.&nbsp; It's almost like... "&nbsp; He looks up at her, "... like part of me is still there, you know?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>13-08-2008, 18:17:28</strong>
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				Amelie was thrilled by the tight grasp that Chris had on her wrist.&nbsp; He was so strong for a human.&nbsp; She began to tremble at the thought of how he would be once she had turned him.&nbsp; But, she had to wait for that.&nbsp; He had to beg her for it, he had to crave it and want it. <br><br>Amelie clears the hair out of his face and combs it back with her fingers, her eyes full of understanding.&nbsp; "I was once injured in a fire," she says. "It was...a long time ago."&nbsp; Amelie had been injured enough to require ten years of hibernation to overcome her injuries. She had literally crawled into a deep cave away from all humanity feeding off of whatever animals crawled past her.&nbsp; During the sleep-like status she had been plagued with constant images and torturous pain.&nbsp; Once recovered, she'd been free of it all.&nbsp; No nightmares plagued her.<br><br>She climbs up onto the bed and onto Chris, straddling his crossed legs and wrapping her legs around his waist, she pulls his head to her chest, and wraps her arms around him, stroking his back gently, comforting him.&nbsp; "You spoke in your sleep, Chris.&nbsp; It wasn't any ordinary fire, was it?"&nbsp; She continued to gently stroke his head, kissing him on the top, comforting him and encouraging him to speak.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ErikAlanWest</strong> on <strong>13-08-2008, 20:44:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; Christian shudders against her, "My... my father... he set the fire... in our home.&nbsp; He... he came in from the fields one night.&nbsp; We were getting ready to go out and look for him, it was so late."&nbsp; Chris shakes his head, fighting off the lingering dreams, "Mom was so worried.&nbsp; She was in tears the entire time.&nbsp; She was so tiny, barely five feet tall, but she almost carried my dad inside, and he was almost as big as I am now."<br><br>&nbsp; "But when we got him inside, and we saw how pale he was, we knew something was wrong."&nbsp; Chris looks up at Amelie vacantly, lost in the memory of that night, "We were the typical farm family, a hundred and sixty acres of the finest tobacco you'd ever smoke, but we raised horses too.&nbsp; Everyone in our family had a deep-seated tan that no winter would take away, but beneath his tan my father was about as pale as a living person can be."<br><br>&nbsp; "He became a shut-in.&nbsp; He never went outside to plow the fields anymore, and he lost all interest in the horses.&nbsp; My older brothers tended the tobacco, and Mom and I took care of the animals.&nbsp; But he came out at night, sometimes.&nbsp; He'd sit with us at dinner a lot of nights, us eating whatever Mom made, and him eating a bowl of soup or having a cup of herbal tea."<br><br>&nbsp; "One night my brothers and I were cleaning up after dinner, and Mom had taken a bowl of soup upstairs for my father.&nbsp; We heard her scream, and something broke on the floor.&nbsp; All three of us started for the stairs, but my brother Zach was the oldest and the fastest, so he saw what had happened upstairs before we could get there.&nbsp; Before either Scott, my other brother, or I knew what was happening, Zach had grabbed us both and nearly threw us down the stairs, yelling at us to run and get help."&nbsp; Christian presses his face against Amelie's chest, his voice nearly breaking, "The last time I saw my brother Zach alive, he was running back upstairs.&nbsp; Looking back, I think he was trying to stop my father."<br><br>&nbsp; "Scott and I made it outside, and were halfway up the driveway when we heard Zach scream.&nbsp; Scott was determined to help Zach, but he wasn't gonna take me inside with him.&nbsp; He told me to wait there, and if he and Zach weren't out in five minutes, to run and get the Zimmerman's, our nearest neighbor.&nbsp; He ran back inside while I waited in the darkness of our barn, screaming at him to stay with me, not to go inside.&nbsp; He went inside anyway... and didn't make a sound."<br><br>&nbsp; "Five minutes passed, then ten.&nbsp; I considered my options: run half a mile in the dark to the Zimmerman's, with God-knows-what happening to my family, or peek inside to see if anyone was OK.&nbsp; I crept up to the house, and when I saw the kitchen was empty, I stepped inside.&nbsp; I saw my father, walking backwards towards me.&nbsp; I was so confused, I didn't realize what he was doing at the time.&nbsp; Then he stopped and, I swear to this day, he sniffed the air.&nbsp; My father hadn't seen me or heard me.&nbsp; He had <em>smelled</em> me come in.&nbsp; He turned to me then, and I saw something in his eyes.&nbsp; I don't know what had happened, but his eyes were different.&nbsp; I had always thought my father had the most handsome green eyes, and I always wished mine had been green like his, not blue like Mom's.&nbsp; But his eyes had no soul.&nbsp; They were the dull, dead orbs, like green glass eyes in a wax figure."<br><br>&nbsp; "My father spoke to me then.&nbsp; I remember what he said, since they were the last words I would ever hear from the man that had embodied everything I ever considered good and right, 'Chris, you're a good son, and I'm sorry as hell for what I did tonight to you.&nbsp; I took something from you that you'll probably never find again.&nbsp; I'm gonna set things right best I can, but you gotta get going now.&nbsp; I love you Chris, never forget that.&nbsp; And I'm sorry.'"&nbsp; Christian sniffs softly, wiping his eyes, which have a tired determination to them.&nbsp; He has held this particular poison deep in his heart for over two decades.&nbsp; Time to let it out.<br><br>&nbsp; "My father held up the bottle of oil he had been pouring out as he walked to the kitchen.&nbsp; He looked at it for a moment, then doused himself.&nbsp; Some splashed on me, and to this day the smell of lamp oil is enough to make me physically sick.&nbsp; He tossed the empty bottle aside and plucked his lighter from his shirt pocket.&nbsp; I still remember the tiny flame in his hands, the way the light flickered in his dead eyes.&nbsp; He looked almost normal, for that moment.&nbsp; He looked like he did before he got sick, you know?"&nbsp; Christian looks up at Amelie, the tears now coming, and coming freely.<br><br>&nbsp; "He touched the flame to his chest, and went up.&nbsp; I ran over to try and stop him, and only succeeded in igniting my own oil-soaked clothes.&nbsp; I ran outside and dove in the water trough, and that's where they found me, soaked and shivering.&nbsp; My skin was a painful red for a week, and add a nasty case of pneumonia on top of that, but I was physically fine otherwise.&nbsp; Inside... "&nbsp; Christian shrugs, wiping his eyes, "Well, you can see what happened inside.&nbsp; Guess I'm still that scared little boy, dripping oil, trying to stop my father from doing... what he did."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>14-08-2008, 00:59:56</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Amelie listens intently as she holds Chris in her strong arms.&nbsp; Giving him encouraging pats and nods as he speakes.&nbsp; She thinks through all the vamps that were around the US twenty years ago and which would have been idiot enough to leave a freshly made vamp free to roam or live with its old family no less.&nbsp; She couldn't place anyone right away.&nbsp; <br><br>"Poor Chris...,"Amelie says after he falls silent.&nbsp; Of all the ways in which she can die, fire terrifies her the most.&nbsp; She shudders from the memory of the flames engulfing her and her narrow escape.&nbsp; <br><br>There was a certain irony in his story and his fate.&nbsp; "I can help you get rid of these visions of yours, if you want that.&nbsp; But not yet...it will take a while.&nbsp; You will have to stay here with me for quite some time, though."<br><br>Amelie leans back and pulls Chris' face up and kisses him on the forehead in an almost motherly fashion.&nbsp; "It's awful to lose so many loved ones all at once."&nbsp; &nbsp;She moves a stray hair out of his face and caresses his naked chest.&nbsp; <br><br>"Chris, do you have any notion of what happened to cause your father's odd behavior? <em>Any </em>inkling?"&nbsp; She wants to know if he has any belief in the world she inhabits.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ErikAlanWest</strong> on <strong>14-08-2008, 01:32:42</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; Chris swallows, unable to find his voice during Amelie's tender ministrations.&nbsp; How could I doubt that she cares for me?&nbsp; I don't deserve her.&nbsp; Jenn was right after all...<br><br>&nbsp; "Every expert in the medical field went over the case.&nbsp; I filled in the information I could, and a couple neighbors related their experience.&nbsp; The most anyone outside the house knew was what my Mom had told them, and that was damned little.&nbsp; From what the police and psychologists gathered, they said my father either had a nervous breakdown or was using some kind of drug."<br><br>&nbsp; "My father was the strongest-willed man on earth.&nbsp; If he said something was, it damned well better be.&nbsp; He was gentle with everyone, but his word was law.&nbsp; Nothing could rattle him.&nbsp; I find the idea of a nervous breakdown very unlikely.&nbsp; However, the drug theory was even more unbelievable.&nbsp; My father hated drugs of all kinds.&nbsp; Alcohol, tobacco, cold-pills, headache medicine, crack; it was all the same to him.&nbsp; His brother died of a bad diagnosis when they were young, and my father never forgot about it.&nbsp; He wouldn't take Advil for a headache, so I find heroine-addiction unlikely."<br><br>&nbsp; Christian sighs and looks her in the eye a moment, then looks down, "I spoke to our priest before the state took me, and he told me my father had been possessed.&nbsp; He said it wasn't his fault, that sometimes bad things happen to good people.&nbsp; He said I had to have faith in the will of God, and trust it happened for a reason."&nbsp; Chris chuckles sadly, "I broke his jaw in three places.&nbsp; He never regained the sight in his left eye, but they manged to save his tongue after it got severed by his teeth."<br><br>&nbsp; "I don't know what happened that night to my father.&nbsp; I don't know why he did... whatever he did."&nbsp; Christian looks Amelie in the eye, and for the first time, she can see the man Christian Cross really is.&nbsp; "But I would give anything to know.&nbsp; I would give my soul to Satan himself, just to know the truth."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>14-08-2008, 01:42:41</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Amelie barely manages to not jump for joy with his last words.&nbsp; It was practically set in stone, now.&nbsp; Too soon, she warns herself.&nbsp; He's not quite ready yet. She wants more than anything to sink her teeth into his neck and give him the answers he seeks.&nbsp; Amelie is half grateful to the idiot who turned Chris' father so that he ended up here in bed with her desperate to find his own answers.&nbsp; She kisses him on the neck instead, licking him gently, breathing him in again.&nbsp; <br><br>"Priests!" The words comes spitting out of her mouth, her contempt for them clear. "Chris, if you were to search your mind and sift through all the fairy tales and stories you've ever heard, is there nothing in your own description that would help you understand your father's fate?&nbsp; Not even something entirely fantastical and unbelievable?"<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ErikAlanWest</strong> on <strong>14-08-2008, 02:50:39</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; Chris looks at her a bit askew, but answers with a shaking voice, "Well... when I was really little, I mean around four years old or so, we went to visit my grandmother.&nbsp; She was getting sick more often, and my father thought it would be a good idea to see her while we could.&nbsp; I remember the week we spent with her, sitting up until well past our normal bedtimes, listening to her tell stories about the swamps spirits and bayou boogies."<br><br>&nbsp; Chris looks her in the eye once more, almost embarrassed, "After the fire, when the cops and the shrinks were poking and prodding me, I started to remember my grandmother's stories.&nbsp; Particularly the stories about the vampire that supposedly haunted the swamps a piece away from our farm.&nbsp; She was supposed to be so incredibly beautiful, and so achingly sad, that men fell in love instantly.&nbsp; Women who found the Swamp Siren were discovered wandering, naked and disfigured by claws and teeth, driven mad by their torment.&nbsp; Men were said to be drained of their life one night at a time, until they have no will to live.&nbsp; Then they become vampires like the Siren, only they have to serve her.&nbsp; For a while, I thought... maybe there was something out there, down past our land.&nbsp; Maybe something did attack him.&nbsp; Maybe that's why he looked so sick and weak, why he stopped coming to dinner, why he never came out in the light.&nbsp; Maybe that's why he finally lost control at the end."&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; Christian hangs his head, the tears flowing again, but his voice is steady, "I like to think that, even now.&nbsp; Maybe, even though his soul belonged to the vampiress, he still had the strength to save me... and maybe save himself."&nbsp; Christian chuckles and looks up at Amelie, "Can't say I blame him.&nbsp; After that little revelation, I swore off meat forever."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>14-08-2008, 05:45:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Amelie feels a slight chill at the mention of being saved.&nbsp; Would that be something Chris would try to do?&nbsp; Save himself before it was too late? She certainly hoped not. <br><br>The mention of the swamp siren rang a bell of sorts.&nbsp; There was a vamp named Cassandra who had stopped playing the generations game of carrying wealth forward and changing identity who had settled into the American South a hundred or more years ago.&nbsp; She had given up the pretense of being human and accepted a life of the boogeyman.&nbsp; Several vamps chose to do that.&nbsp; They didn't seem to care about money or pleasantries, but were happy to simply feed off the people who wandered into their midst.&nbsp; They became part of the local landscape and a convenient excuse for all sorts of mischief. That would explain the father. <br><br>"Chris, perhaps you should try to get some sleep.&nbsp; You look exhausted, and I'm worried I hurt you more physically than I intended."&nbsp; Amelie made herself sound concerned for him, her voice hinting at an underlying weakness in him. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ErikAlanWest</strong> on <strong>14-08-2008, 06:57:34</strong>
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				&nbsp; Christian shakes his head, "No... no, I won't be able to sleep after that.&nbsp; I never can."&nbsp; Chris smiles weakly, but he seems to be recovering himself a bit,&nbsp; "I'm stronger than you think.&nbsp; I just haven't had a workout like that in... well, I can't remember the last time, if there ever was one."<br><br>&nbsp; "I'm fine now, really.&nbsp; The nightmare usually fades shortly after I wake up, but I really need to do something to get my mind off the dreams.&nbsp; If you like, I can go get a jump on your paperwork."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>14-08-2008, 19:17:41</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Amelie laughs gently.&nbsp; "If you think paperwork would be the best way to clear your mind...I suppose you could go.&nbsp; But, I was thinking of you jumping on something else, perhaps."<br><br>Amelie pulls herself off of Chris and lays back on the bed on her elbows.&nbsp; The invitation in her position and eyes as clear as she can make them.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ErikAlanWest</strong> on <strong>15-08-2008, 00:51:18</strong>
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				&nbsp; Christian smiles softly, turning around on the bed.&nbsp; Crawling slowly towards Amelie, he lifts her foot to his lips.&nbsp; His eyes meet hers as he kisses her ankle, her calf, her knee.<br><br>&nbsp; Smiling slightly at his teeth graze her thigh, Chris whispers, "I believe I was interrupted here last night.&nbsp; If you have no objections, Miss Bayonelle, I'd like to continue... seeing if I'm capable of dealing with some basic tasks.&nbsp; As I recall... "&nbsp; Christian slides his hands along her thighs, his strong fingers sliding smoothly against her skin.&nbsp; &nbsp; His breath is hot against her stomach, "... if you're pleased with me, I might try some more demanding tasks."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>15-08-2008, 01:00:08</strong>
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				"Was it just last night?" Amelie asks as Chris moves up her body.&nbsp; "You have shown remarkable abilities so far, my dear Mr. Cross." <br><br>She runs her hands through his hair and smiles at him.&nbsp; "It's rare for me to lie on my back for anyone, but I think, tonight, I will let you show me your techniques.&nbsp; And, please, call me Amelie when you are in my bed. Mistress in the workroom, Miss Bayonelle in front of others, but Amelie when we are alone like this."&nbsp; <br><br>Amelie playfully grabs his hair and pulls his face up to look at her.&nbsp; "And remember, Chris, I like it rough, and you can't possibly hurt me."&nbsp; Her eyes daring him to try.<br><br><br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ErikAlanWest</strong> on <strong>15-08-2008, 21:16:00</strong>
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				&nbsp; Christian smiles to himself at he moves up Amelie's body.&nbsp; <em>Can't possibly hurt her, huh?&nbsp; Is that a challenge?&nbsp; I sure hope not, or she's going to be disappointed.&nbsp; I'm not a rough kind of guy...</em>&nbsp; Thoughts of his earlier actions with Dierdre flash through his mind, and he wonders if he might not be <em>just</em> that kind of guy.&nbsp; <em>Alright then, let's see if I am...</em><br><br>&nbsp; Slipping one hand behind her neck, Christian buries his fingers in Amelie's thick hair.&nbsp; Rather than pull or twist her hair, however, he simply cradles her head as he kisses her softly.&nbsp; Looking almost embarrassed, Chris meets her gaze and whispers, "For luck."<br><br>&nbsp; A wicked glint comes to his eyes as Christian catches both of Amelie's wrists.&nbsp; Pinning both above her head with one massive paw, Chris runs his free hand down her arm, letting his fingertips tickle along her skin.&nbsp; "You know, you've never described what you mean by 'rough.'&nbsp; I mean, there's many degrees of roughness."&nbsp; Letting his hand caress her neck, Christian rubs his thumbs gently across her throat.&nbsp; "Do you mean you like to be handled roughly, or do you want wild, frenzied fucking with no hair pulling?"<br><br>&nbsp; Dipping his head down, Christian flicks his tongue across Amelie's left nipple, smiles, and takes it between his teeth, suckling lightly.&nbsp; When he whispers, his breath is achingly hot against her skin, "I'm not afraid of hurting you..."&nbsp; Bracing himself mentally, he presses lightly with his teeth.&nbsp; The bite would probably have drawn blood from her nipple, were the circumstances different.&nbsp; "I'm just worried I won't live up to your desires."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>15-08-2008, 21:50:44</strong>
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				His bite against her nipples send shivers straight to her already wet pussy.&nbsp; She wishes he had drawn blood, a taste of her now would not be such a bad thing for him perhaps.&nbsp; His capacities are beginning to reveal themselves.&nbsp; <br><br>Amelie could easily free her wrists if she chooses to, but she finds the will to stay within human bounds.&nbsp; To be like a weak human female.&nbsp; Part of her wants to throw him against the bed, pin him down and fuck him wildly.&nbsp; He wants to please her.&nbsp; That much is certain.&nbsp; <br><br>"Chris," she says.&nbsp; "Within you is a space that is...primal.&nbsp; You have urges that you have barely touched upon because you fear them.&nbsp; When you were with Dierdre, you were afraid of what you did with her, no?"&nbsp; Amelie asks almost rhetorically.&nbsp; "Perhaps that fear has more to do with what you are capable of...those urges you have repressed for years...somewhere inside you, you know there's a desire to let loose with them."<br><br>Amelie pushed her arms against Chris' thick hand that had her pinned down.&nbsp; With enough pressure to show him she was capable of fighting back as needed.&nbsp; "Rough is a vague term, I realize.&nbsp; What I want is for you to scare yourself.&nbsp; Lose yourself in it.&nbsp; Don't worry about pleasing me so much as...so much as releasing your own inner demon."<br><br>Amelie hopes his inner demon is on fire and awake and paying attention.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ErikAlanWest</strong> on <strong>16-08-2008, 02:54:28</strong>
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				&nbsp; Christian nods, almost appearing to consider for a moment, then presses his lips to hers.&nbsp; This kiss is as distant from the chaste, gentle one he had just administered as two could be: fierce, passionate, and hard.&nbsp; His hand clamps painfully against her wrists, while his free hand strokes down her breasts.&nbsp; His fingers grip her right nipple, which up until now has been left unattended.&nbsp; Rolling the tender flesh between finger and thumb, Christian moves his mouth to Amelie's neck.&nbsp; He presses sharp, sucking kisses along her throat, letting his teeth drag slightly.<br><br>&nbsp; "My inner demon..."&nbsp; Christian whispers against the raw skin of her throat, "... is not something I let out easily."&nbsp; Pressing his body against hers, Chris can feel the wetness from Amelie.&nbsp; <em>My God, she's already soaked.&nbsp; She really does enjoy sex like this, just like Dierdre did.</em>&nbsp; Not for the first time, Christian wonders if he hasn't wandered into something a bit more complicated than he really is comfortable with.<br><br>&nbsp; Once more pressing his mouth to Amelie's neck, Christian shifts his hips upward.&nbsp; He can't help but moan against her neck as his cock glides across her moist pussy.&nbsp; Grinding his entire length slowly against her, Chris flicks his tongue out to catch a single drop of blood that has run from her neck.&nbsp; "I'm beginning to like this taste."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>16-08-2008, 03:15:02</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Amelie felt her excitement grow.&nbsp; His kiss this time has some real flair, real passion to it.&nbsp; It's not filled with fear and self loathing, but something different.&nbsp; Something free.&nbsp; As his mouth grazes her neck with is teeth, she shudders with anticipation.<br><br>When he drags his long cock against her, she wants to move her hips up and capture him, but she doesn't she waits for him to come to her.&nbsp; <br><br>The smell of her own blood...knowing he had tasted her, made her more hungry for his sex than ever before.&nbsp; If she had been human, her wrists would have been crushed by now. <em> God, he is strong!</em>&nbsp; Amelie pushes up with a bit to test his strength.&nbsp; She imagines he is about a quarter of her own.&nbsp; <br><br>"Let it loose, Chris...fully loose. For I know you haven't yet, and&nbsp; I know you can," she says, her voice low and demanding.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ErikAlanWest</strong> on <strong>16-08-2008, 20:19:53</strong>
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				&nbsp; Christian presses against Amelie again, once more grinding his length against her wet pussy.&nbsp; Releasing her nipple, he slips his hand down to adjust his cock, pressing into her ever so slightly.&nbsp; Holding his hips perfectly still, Christian presses his thumb firmly against her clit, rubbing in small circles.<br><br>&nbsp; Christian kisses her neck again, but this time he freely draws blood with his teeth.&nbsp; Lifting his head a moment, Chris looks Amelie in the eye, then slowly lowers his head to taste her blood again.&nbsp; His eyes never leave hers.<br><br>&nbsp; Pushing his hips forward, Christian enters Amelie, his cock sliding slowly inside her body.&nbsp; <em>She's so tight.&nbsp; How is she so damned tight?</em>&nbsp; Chris growls softly, and while adding an little extra pressure to her wrists to keep her stationary, he surges forward, burying his entire length inside of her.&nbsp; His gasp against her throat is the only sign of how painfully tight she is for him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>16-08-2008, 22:28:29</strong>
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				Amelie's clit almost burns with the pressure he applies. It has been so long.&nbsp; His bit against her neck practically sends her into orgasm on its own.&nbsp; He is a natural at this, and she is sure she has made a good choice in him.&nbsp; The way he looks at her as he drinks her blood--thirsty, hungry and ready for more.<br><br>Even though she has plenty of fluid to help him glide along, his very size makes a tight fit inside her.&nbsp; She hopes it hurts him as much as it does her.&nbsp; A searing good pain fills her up, and his gasp against her throat sends gleeful shivers down her spine.&nbsp; She feels his balls thwack against her backside and knows he has managed to drive himself all the way into her.<br><br>She thrusts her hips to greet him. "Yes...this is a good start Chris...very good," she says panting from the exquisite pain and pleasure.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ErikAlanWest</strong> on <strong>17-08-2008, 05:17:50</strong>
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				&nbsp; Christian doesn't reply to Amelie's encouragement;&nbsp; head down, body tense, he is focusing every ounce of will into the effort of pumping deep into her body.&nbsp; The taste of her blood burns on his tongue, but once again his teeth catch her throat and his mouth coaxes a bit more blood from her.<br><br>&nbsp; While Chris thrusts harder into Amelie, gradually becoming accustomed to her tightness, his fingers still tease and press her clit.&nbsp; The sound of her panting drives him onward, and Chris increases his pace.&nbsp; Glancing down, he watches in erotic wonder as a small lump appears under Amelie's lower belly.&nbsp; <em>That's me, I'm fucking her so hard I'm moving things inside her.</em>&nbsp; This realization nearly pushes him over the edge, so Chris focuses his attention on her face, her expression.<br><br>&nbsp; Gritting his teeth, Christian manages to gasp softly, "Is this... the demon... you wanted?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>17-08-2008, 05:47:25</strong>
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				"You're .....very .....close..... Chris...Very......... close .........indeed," Amelie manages to gasp out between his thrusts.&nbsp; The hard pressure he is applying to her clit is as much as she's ever received.&nbsp; Not even a vamp had been able to push her in this particular combination--arms overhead, finger on clit, huge cock in pussy, drinking her blood and paying attention to her all at once.&nbsp; <br><br>Her eyes roll back into her sockets as she lets herself free to succumb to his ministrations.&nbsp; It is a vulnerable moment for her...to allow this much pressure and intensity...to allow a human to connect with her in such away.&nbsp; She surrenders and lets her body respond in the most obvious and visceral way she can.&nbsp; Pushing her hips up into him, careful to not throw him off her for she knows she can.<br><br>"Yes..." she growls as his intense look remains focused on her face. <em>Let him watch me come...so few have ever been able to.</em>&nbsp; Amelie&nbsp; begins to moan as she feels a climax forming.&nbsp; It is almost just a rumble from her chest to begin with...it grows in volume with her mounting pleasure and crescendos until the whole house turns into a soundboard for her scream.&nbsp; She practically knocks Chris off her as she comes, but she doesn't care, can't help herself as she lets her body respond in the only way it knows how.&nbsp; <br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ErikAlanWest</strong> on <strong>17-08-2008, 06:47:16</strong>
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				&nbsp; Christian smiles to himself, despite the pain her orgasm is generating for him.&nbsp; <em>The way her pussy's clamping down, I'm surprised I still have a dick left.&nbsp; Good thing she isn't into anal.</em>&nbsp; Sucking harder at her neck, Chris growls at the pain and still thrusts deep into her soaking pussy.&nbsp; He can feel his balls slap against her ass, although the pain there is growing from his need to release.&nbsp; <em>Not yet.&nbsp; Please, this is so good.</em><br><br>&nbsp; Despite his desperate plea, the flavor of Amelie's blood invigorates him somehow, and he can feel his orgasm coming up fast.&nbsp; Pressing his thumb once more against her clit, Christian refuses to allow himself to go beyond the threshold.&nbsp; <em>She only came once.&nbsp; No fair giving up now, I'm stronger than that.</em><br>&nbsp; <br>&nbsp; Still gripping Amelie's wrists in one massive hand, Christian lifts her bodily from the bed and sits upright, while his free arm wraps around her waist and slams her firm down upon his cock.&nbsp; Holding her tight to his body, Chris continues to both pump his hips upward and pull Amelie down.&nbsp; For a moment he worries about the strain on her wrists, then dismisses the thought.&nbsp; <em>She wanted rough, so I'll give her rough.</em>&nbsp; However, his lust is not so great that Christian misses the opportunity to suck at her nipples once more, his teeth quickly drawing blood as they hadn't before.&nbsp; His orgasm is still close, but Christian refuses the urge to give in.&nbsp; <em>Not yet...</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>17-08-2008, 22:17:39</strong>
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				<em>Finally,</em> Amelie thinks, <em>A man...a real man has come into my life.&nbsp; One who can be my match!</em><br><br>"Yes. Chris..." she moans as it feels like he is practically pulling her apart,"more...." <br><br>As he bites her nipples and sucks her blood, the metallic scent hits her nose like a bomb going off in her head and her own desires set her on fire again.&nbsp; It takes all of her will to submit to him until he is done.&nbsp; Then, well, she would have him--not all of him but some of his blood at any rate. She wants&nbsp; to scratch and bite him, but that would come as well.&nbsp; Let him free himself fully on her, in her and at her.&nbsp; <br><br>"Yes...Chris...do it...you...are...not....hurting...me...I&nbsp; can....take...more..." she says as she feels herself close to coming yet again, the passion mounting&nbsp; in surprising ways for her.&nbsp; <br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ErikAlanWest</strong> on <strong>18-08-2008, 03:36:13</strong>
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				&nbsp; Christian continues pulling Amelie down on his cock, madly pushing himself upward, deeper into her body.&nbsp; Her words drive him onward, and soon he feels himself pass the point of holding back.&nbsp; Were he capable of rational thought he might have tried to hold on a bit longer, but the burden of rationality has been driven from his mind.&nbsp; Now he drives onward, seeking only release.<br><br>&nbsp; As his orgasm finally begins to shake through him, Christian presses his lips to Amelie's throat one last time.&nbsp; The sweet taste of her skin and the salt of her blood blend together in his fevered mind, and he releases her wrists in order to grab his hips with both hands.<br><br>&nbsp; Using the last of his strength, Christian pumps his hips once more as he firmly pulls Amelie down onto him, completely inside her soaking wet pussy.&nbsp; As he comes deep inside her, Chris moans against her throat.&nbsp; The fire begins to leave him as his orgasm subsides, and black threatens to enfold his consciousness.&nbsp; <em>Damn, I was looking forward to another round...</em>&nbsp; Shaking his head, Christian fights exhaustion with the little strength left in his battered and broken body.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>18-08-2008, 22:05:35</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Amelie is surprised that Chris practically collapses against her just as he orgasms. He is human, she reminds herself.&nbsp; She is pleased with his overall performance, but suspects he will build his endurance in their next go around.&nbsp; His moan against her throat sends a pleasant buzzing feeling through her body.&nbsp; As his hand releases her, and he seems to fall into unconsciousness, she moves from under him, rolling him onto his back.&nbsp; She caresses his cheeks.<br><br>"You did will enough...You will improve as time goes along," she whispers to him.&nbsp; She hopes he is not entirely gone from her yet, but really she doesn't care, she must taste him whether he is aware of it or not.&nbsp; She climbs onto his chest and bends over him, her hair falling on either side of his face.&nbsp; &nbsp;She lowers her mouth to his neck and finds the spot that will give her access to his blood and bites with a calmness she barely feels.&nbsp; Delicately, she lets her two teeth boke into his neck until she feels the warmth of his blood fill her mouth.&nbsp; He is delicious. Warm. Salty. Picante.&nbsp; She feeds from him, just enough to begin to draw him into her, to begin the process that will meld their bloods together for all eternity.<br><br>She stops and places her tongue against her marks, applying pressure to cease their flow.&nbsp; She will not be able to feed off of anyone else until the process is complete.&nbsp; It will keep their mingling clear and untainted.&nbsp; She is feeling slightly hungry already, and pushes her mind to focus on other things.&nbsp; She has no desire to feign sleep a second time, and moves to her video cameras to see what the rest of the staff is doing.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ErikAlanWest</strong> on <strong>20-08-2008, 02:49:27</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; Christian can feel unconsciousness slipping around him, and he finally gives up the fight against sleep.&nbsp; He can't help but feel a touch of disappointment at Amelie's words; he thought he had done a bit more than "enough," and promises himself that the next time he would show her a much stronger man.&nbsp; Until then, he is content to let her kiss against his neck send him off.<br><br>&nbsp; Her bite is completely unexpected and sweeps away any immediate feeling of exhaustion.&nbsp; Despite the slight pain, the accompanying pleasure washes away any chance of resisting.&nbsp; He has very little strength left, and blood loss now drains most of his meager reserve.&nbsp; <em>What the hell, is she <strong>drinking</strong> my blood?&nbsp; Jesus wept, what the fuck?</em>&nbsp; His body is literally drained, his mind is weary, and Christian swoons.<br><br>&nbsp; He awakens some time later, although he has no way of knowing just how long he has been asleep, since there are no clocks visible and no windows in the room.&nbsp; Christian slits his eyes and watches Amelie at the video display.&nbsp; His eyesight is fuzzy at the moment, but he can make out various members of the household staff.&nbsp; Dierdre appears to be tied, and blindfolded, across the marble counter-top in the kitchen, while the man Chris thinks is the groundskeeper goes down on her with a fervor.&nbsp; <em>Not bad, not bad at all.</em>&nbsp; Another camera shows Masters in the shower, using an improbably-sized sex toy on himself.&nbsp; <em>Christ that's gotta hurt!&nbsp; How the hell can something that big be pleasurable for anyone?&nbsp; I mean, it's probably only two inches bigger than me, and even Jenn liked taking it anally, but still!&nbsp; That thing's gotta be a foot long!</em><br><br>&nbsp; Seeing that Amelie is still engrossed at the shows before her, Christian carefully reaches up to his neck, gingerly probing the place where she bit him.&nbsp; Touching the small punctures, he winces and gasps.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>21-08-2008, 06:53:48</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Amelie hears Chris' gasp.&nbsp; <br><br>"Are you in pain?" she asks, not immediately moving her eyes from the monitors.<br><br>She turns to him at last, swiveling her chair in his direction.&nbsp; She tries to gauge his reaction as he fingers his neck, but he is hard to read.&nbsp; "Sometimes, I get carried away.&nbsp; Your bites didn't hurt me at all, by the way."&nbsp; <br><br>She stands up and moves to the bed.&nbsp; She looks closely at his neck and clucks her tongue.<br><br>"Oh, I'm so sorry," she says, her eyes full of concern for him.&nbsp; "I wasn't aware you were so close to passing out.&nbsp; I wouldn't have...hurt you if I had known you were so....weak."&nbsp; She says, her voice a low even tone.&nbsp; <br><br>She strokes his cheek.&nbsp; "Why don't you go back to sleep.&nbsp; I'm sure you will feel better in a few hours."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ErikAlanWest</strong> on <strong>21-08-2008, 23:09:31</strong>
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				&nbsp; Christian narrows his eyes at Amelie's accusation of weakness.&nbsp; <em>What does she expect?&nbsp; She beats me half to death, then nearly fucks the other half from me.&nbsp; I think I did pretty damned well, considering.</em>&nbsp; Christian makes himself a promise to show her something more next time.<br><br>&nbsp; "Nah, I'm fine, just kinda sore.&nbsp; No real pain though... I mean, nothing new, nothing I haven't dealt with before.&nbsp; The lash was a nice touch though, I will give you that."&nbsp; Chris forces a smile, wondering how much of his pain actually shows.<br><br>&nbsp; "Like I said earlier, I doubt I'll be able to sleep tonight, although I do appreciate the assistance.&nbsp; I'll just take it easy tomorrow, and I'll be good as new."<br><br>&nbsp; Touching his neck again, Christian sighs and shrugs, "I guess this isn't as painful as the lash, but it's a nice reminder, just the same."&nbsp; Raising an eyebrow, he smiles again, this time without forcing, "Does this mean I'm hired full-time?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>21-08-2008, 23:25:38</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Amelie looks at him through her lashes.&nbsp; "Full-time?" she asks.&nbsp; "I suppose I should say, yes...full time."&nbsp; She muses over the term. "How about on-call 24-7?" <br><br>"You just slept for six hours, you know."&nbsp; She motions to the monitor,"they are on their early morning romps."<br><br>She Kisses his forehead, "Perhaps you should get something to eat.&nbsp; You look a little pale.&nbsp; I have some...business to attend to in the city today.&nbsp; Perhaps you could finish up some of the boring paperwork while I am away."<br><br>Amelie casually moves to her closet and slips off the gown she had put on after their little tete-a-tete.&nbsp; She dresses slowly in front of him, taking her time, paying attention to the detail of her clothing.&nbsp; First, a pair of black lacy thong underwear.&nbsp; She follows that by adding a matching bra.&nbsp; She leans forward so her breasts fall into the cups as she fastens it behind her.&nbsp; She rolls on a pair of thigh high stockings that she finds nearly magical--their sticky plastic insides stay up all on their own--no need for garters.&nbsp; She slips on a clean-cut hounds-tooth Chanel suit and a pair of heels that match.&nbsp; She reaches into the upper part of the closet and finds a wide brimmed hat.&nbsp; <br><br>Spinning for him, she says,"Do you think I'll pass?"<br><br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ErikAlanWest</strong> on <strong>21-08-2008, 23:40:59</strong>
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				&nbsp; Christian laughs, somewhat surprised at the strength in his voice, "I think I can handle being on-call at all hours, considering the benefit package I get with the job.&nbsp; I am a bit surprised that I slept so long.&nbsp; I usually sleep a couple hours at a time, then take a nap when I get home from work.&nbsp; Laying around for so long usually makes me feel guilty and I end up not getting any sleep for a couple days in a row."<br><br>&nbsp; As his Mistress dresses, Christian slips out of the bed, testing his legs.&nbsp; Finding them suitable, if a tad wobbly, he stands and watches Amelie don her clothing.&nbsp; "Pass?&nbsp; I don't know... "&nbsp; Slipping his arms around her waist, he kisses her softly.&nbsp; "I know I wouldn't want to be in a business meeting with you.&nbsp; I'd never get anything done, and I'd probably sign anything you put in front of me."<br><br>&nbsp; Stepping back, he looks her up and down once, and his voice is serious when he replies, "If your business is with an employee, you're set.&nbsp; If you're meeting with a potential partner or client, I would recommend you not wear the hat.&nbsp; Such accessories are generally looked on as a sign of weakness of character, or perhaps someone who isn't as in-touch with the current market.&nbsp; Wearing your hair down is fine, and a bun is always fashionable and respected."&nbsp; He continues for a moment along the same vein, giving her subtle business tips in regards to clothing and appearance.&nbsp; He seems to have advice concerning every nuance of one's bearing in the corporate world.<br><br>&nbsp; When he has finished, he smiles, "There, my professional advisory instincts have been quelled.&nbsp; Now, as a regular, red-blooded American man, you are the sexiest woman I have ever seen, and I think you look ravishing.&nbsp; I'll do my best to make a dent in that workload in the library, but I'll probably have some papers for you to sign when you get home."&nbsp; Christian drops a slow wink, "I might be in the pool though, since it's so hot up there.&nbsp; Is that ok?&nbsp; I'll wear shorts, I promise."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>21-08-2008, 23:58:27</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Amelie likes the feel of his arms around her and his gentle kisses.&nbsp; His suggestion to take of the hat is noted, but she doesn't wish to explain to him its necessity as of yet.&nbsp; He hasn't figured that out, in spite of the marks on his neck.&nbsp; She is surprised at the inability for humans to believe what they already know instinctively. <br><br>"You seem to be very aware of the subtleties of business."&nbsp; She says at last.&nbsp; "I will look for you when I return.&nbsp; And, don't forget to get something to eat.&nbsp; You will need your strength this evening."&nbsp; <br><br>She pokes her finger into his belly button and turns it playfully, running her nail up the center of his chest, leaving a white trail between his pecs.&nbsp; She kisses him on the nose with a little laugh and whisks out of the room, swaying her hips intentionally for show.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ErikAlanWest</strong> on <strong>22-08-2008, 00:13:10</strong>
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				&nbsp; Christian watches her saunter out, admiring what shakes and what shimmies, then chuckles and shakes his head.&nbsp; "Need my strength this evening.&nbsp; God save me, but I like it here."<br><br>&nbsp; Returning to the "training" room, Chris retrieves his clothes.&nbsp; His pants go on immediately, but he takes his time with his shirt, slipping it on only after he has left the room.&nbsp; Examining the latch on the door, as well as the placement of the inside handle, he ventures a few guesses as to the method of opening the panel from the outside.&nbsp; However, he leaves the mystery alone for now.&nbsp; <em>No need, really.&nbsp; She said she'd show me eventually, so I'll keep the surprise.<br></em><br>&nbsp; Strolling through the hallways, Chris heads for the kitchen.&nbsp; Dierdre and the gardener are going strong, and her screams send a familiar shiver through him.&nbsp; Chris simply nods to the man, who currently has Dierdre's legs over his shoulders while he pumps his cock savagely into her soaking pussy.&nbsp; Rummaging through the fridge, he finds a couple apples and a jug of iced tea.&nbsp; As he carries his plunder with him, he glances back at the couple, and his eyes lock with Dierdre's for a moment.&nbsp; He smiles and heads upstairs towards the library.&nbsp; <em>Damn, that guy's got kind of a little pecker.&nbsp; He also needs to work on his technique.&nbsp; I did it better.&nbsp; Ah well, I hope she enjoyed the experience, since it won't happen again.</em><br><br>&nbsp; Settling himself behind the desk and biting into an apple, Christian begins digging through the mountain of papers his new employer has amassed.&nbsp; <em>And my friends said being a lawyer was boring.</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>22-08-2008, 00:47:14</strong>
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				Amelie parks in the depths of the cement parking structure underneath the Global Heights tower in the center of town.&nbsp; She casually dumps the hat on the seat next to her, deciding she will take Chris' fashion advice.&nbsp; She plans on making this short and sweet.&nbsp; No reason to linger or walk outside with anyone.&nbsp; <br><br>She rides the elevator to the lobby and takes the second elevator that serves only the top twenty floors of the high rise.&nbsp; She hates elevators.&nbsp; The tiny boxes remind her of a crypt she was locked into by another vengeful vamp.&nbsp; It had taken her five years to get her freedom from that little escapade, he'd done an excellent job at locking her in.&nbsp; She still hated the taste or sight of rats--her only sustenance.&nbsp; <br><br>The family that owned the crypt had been surprised by her ravenous rampage when they had opened the crypt to add a newly deceased member.&nbsp; She'd killed and sucked them all dry in the matter of minutes and locked their remains inside as well as she'd been locked in herself.&nbsp; They were dead, though, so what did they care?<br><br>She slipped out of the elevator and approached the offices of Martinson and Springer.&nbsp; She had been about to hire them to take on some work, and had left them with a pile of documents to go over.&nbsp; Now that she had Chris, she wanted the documents back.&nbsp; <br><br>"Miss Bayonnelle, I'm afraid I don't have any appointments for you today," the secretary said with a slight look of consternation.<br><br>"I don't make appointments.&nbsp; Please let Mr. Springer know I am here to see him,"&nbsp; Amelie demanded.<br><br>The secretary frowned, punched in a couple of numbers and spoke into the headset perched on her head.&nbsp; "Miss Bayonnelle is here to see you sir."&nbsp; She nodded her head and said to Amelie,"He'll be with you in a moment."<br><br>Amelie remained standing, looking out the window onto the sprawling city below.&nbsp; A few parks let some green through, a large lake at the north end of town was dotted with small watercraft.&nbsp; She loved the modern era of Argon-filled-radiation-reducing ultra-violet ray removing glass.&nbsp; She had spent years never seeing the light of day until new technologies meant to protect humans had proved useful to her as well.<br><br>"Miss Bayonnelle?&nbsp; We weren't expecting you.," Jim Springer said softly behind her.<br><br>"No.&nbsp; I am here nonetheless."&nbsp; She raised her hand in a clear gesture he should show her into his office.<br><br>The man was clearly uncomfortable with the situation and showed her directly to his own office.&nbsp; The pile of her correspondence sitting neatly on his desk.&nbsp; "I'm afraid I have yet to complete my review of your documents.&nbsp; I thought I had another week."<br><br>"Mr. Springer, I am here to retrieve any and all documents from you.&nbsp; I have found counsel elsewhere. It was a mistake to entrust these items with you in the first place."&nbsp; Amelie had been assured the company had the highest reputation for secrecy.&nbsp; <br><br>"But, Miss Bayonnelle, surely," he started, but stopped.&nbsp; He had read through enough of the documents to be afraid to ask for more details.&nbsp; His initial foray into the pile had scared him.&nbsp; They spoke to a story he wasn't sure even he wanted to handle.&nbsp; "They are all here. I just pulled them out of the safe before getting you."&nbsp; He finally says.&nbsp; <br><br>"Be sure to send me your bill.&nbsp; I want to pay for any time you have spent on my account," she said."I suggest, Mr. Springer, you forget anything you have ever seen in connection with my name."<br><br>He turned white and nodded without saying a word.&nbsp; There was no way he'd mention anything about what he'd seen to anyone.<br><br>She gathered up the documents and left, knowing that Chris would deal with them for her.&nbsp; They made the ties between her extraordinary wealth and the illegal nature of it much more clear.&nbsp; <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ErikAlanWest</strong> on <strong>22-08-2008, 01:19:48</strong>
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				&nbsp; Christian sighs and runs his fingers back through his hair, letting his head fall back over the headrest of the recliner.&nbsp; Never before had he encountered, or even seen, such a jumbled mess of back-taxes, overdue payments, and unclaimed financial windfalls.&nbsp; He found it quite amazing Amelie had a cent to her name, the way she neglected bills and ignored money she was due.<br><br>&nbsp; Then again, she had said she didn't understand the legal jargon most of these files were filled with, so perhaps she didn't know about many of these issues.&nbsp; <em>Well, might as well start a tally.&nbsp; Who knows, if she's pleased with me work, there might be a "raise" in it for me.</em>&nbsp; He can't help but chuckle; the joke was so terrible, but it still tickled him.<br><br>&nbsp; As Christian busies himself with a rather troubling back-tax notification, he begins begins to notice a strange pattern in the papers he was unearthing.&nbsp; Although all of the income Amelie was currently bringing in was accounted for, he was having trouble locating the source.&nbsp; Most of her funds seemed to come from a family inheritance.&nbsp; This doesn't seem unusual, except that the inheritance seems to be growing with each generation.&nbsp; No husbands, no fathers, just one wealthy woman after another, and each one passes an increasingly massive fortune to the next.&nbsp; Whoa whoa, time out.&nbsp; This constitutes a good healthy Q-&amp;-A with Amelie when she gets back.&nbsp; I wanna know exactly where her family is getting this money.&nbsp; I don't mind laundering for her, but I at least want to know where she's getting it.&nbsp; I deserve that much, at least.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>22-08-2008, 02:13:41</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Amelie pokes her head in through the door to the library and sees Chris still bent over paperwork she wonders how he can stand to do that?&nbsp; Her interests had never changed, not in any real way, once she had become a vamp.&nbsp; She still liked reading, and playing, and having sex.&nbsp; Her father had know idea just how many of the young village boys had been coming a-calling on her.&nbsp; Her beauty was locally famous, and she would have eventually had to marry some priggish bastard who needed a wife of standing.&nbsp; <br><br>She let her shoes clip loudly across the floor as she approached this time, rather than startling him again.&nbsp; She plunked the papers down on the desk in front of him.&nbsp; "These are the...more important papers you might need," she says.&nbsp; "I am assuming complete confidentiality on these as well."<br><br>Her face is serious and her eyes reflect a darker determination.&nbsp; If anyone else were to put all of this together, and it should come to light she would have start all over.&nbsp; She hadn't spent nearly three hundred years building what she had to let it be destroyed by anyone.&nbsp; It was such a mess, though, she needed help pulling it all together. It had amassed beyond her abilities and had become a machine of its own accord threatening to spiral out of control.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ErikAlanWest</strong> on <strong>22-08-2008, 02:40:33</strong>
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				&nbsp; Christian looks doesn't look up from his paperwork.&nbsp; "Actually, quite a few of these papers are rather important.&nbsp; I'm rather surprised none of my predecessors brought them to your attention."&nbsp; He holds up a manila folder, overflowing with papers, "These are land claims.&nbsp; According to this, you own some of the most valuable land in France, including some very scenic countryside.&nbsp; Countryside, I might add, that houses a good portion of the remaining French 'nobility'.&nbsp; The land alone is worth tens of millions, and that isn't taking into account the historic, or sentimental, value of the property."<br><br>&nbsp; He holds up another folder, "These are tax claims.&nbsp; Some of these date back to the early nineteen hundreds.&nbsp; You family might have been good at making money, but not very good at hiding it."&nbsp; He places his hand against a stack of papers that, while he is seated, is taller than he is, "And these are money vouchers.&nbsp; It seems that some of the ladies in your family were rather vicious loan-sharks.&nbsp; If I'm not mistaken, and the names are the same, I'd say this... "&nbsp; Christian flips open a notebook, which occupies the only area of the desk devoid of paperwork, "... Amelie Claudine Bayonelle... "&nbsp; He lifts an eyebrow towards her, "... you're grandmother, is responsible for the financial success of both the Kennedys and the Hiltons.&nbsp; She also had a nice little project she included in her will.&nbsp; They're still around, and I'm sure you've heard of them: MicroSoft.&nbsp; She made sure those geeks had all the money they needed."<br><br>&nbsp; Christian stands and hold out the notebook for her examination.&nbsp; The page before her shows, in very simple terms, the financial gains and investments for the past two hundred years.&nbsp; He has, in a frighteningly short amount of time, analyzed and deciphered every move and change she had made: at least, those on some sort of record.&nbsp; He has all of her previous names listed, so if he knows her secret, he hasn't revealed his knowledge.<br><br>&nbsp; "So, Miss Bayonelle... "&nbsp; Christian smiles innocently, "... anything you would like to tell me?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>22-08-2008, 02:48:44</strong>
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				"N0," she says,"I don't think <em>you </em>need me to tell you much, do you?"&nbsp; She chucks her index finger under his chin and clucks. <br><br>"I knew you were smart," she says. "And handsome.&nbsp; I am lucky to have found you."<br><br>She moves to his back and stands close behind him, rubbing his shoulders and kissing&nbsp; him on his ear.&nbsp; "Why don't you tell me what you've found, or what you think you've found, and I'll correct you as you go along. hmmm?"<br><br>She toys with his hair, waiting for him to lay out the evidence he has amassed in her absence.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ErikAlanWest</strong> on <strong>22-08-2008, 04:00:39</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; Christian smiles.&nbsp; <em>Alright, you want to play rough?&nbsp; Alright, we can play rough, and this time <strong>I</strong> hold the whip.</em><br><br>&nbsp; "Sure, I can list everything your family has purchased, leased, loaned, or laundered, in the past two hundred years."&nbsp; His voice drops to a less than pleasant note, "And I can also expose every nasty trick, plot, plan, and plunder that has taken place by or on the behest of your lineage as well.&nbsp; Some done in your name, no less."<br><br>&nbsp; Christian steps away and turns, looking Amelie in the eye, his face unhappy, his eyes sad, "I know three names.&nbsp; Three men that have disappeared.&nbsp; On your word.&nbsp; Tell me those three names."<br><br>&nbsp; Oh boy, here it goes.&nbsp; If she's dirty, she'll spill.&nbsp; Amelie is quite intelligent, and she's pretty good in finance, but she doesn't know much about dealing with lawyers, so she just might buy this.&nbsp; 'Course, for all I know she might be squeaky clean.&nbsp; Guess we'll see.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>22-08-2008, 04:28:33</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Amelie can see the sadness in his eyes.&nbsp; He's truly worried for her...what...soul?&nbsp; She stifles her amusement.&nbsp; She blinks her eyes once and refocuses on his closely.&nbsp; The corner of her mouth turns up slightly.&nbsp; <em>Might as well let him guess at what type of monster I am</em>, she thinks.<br><br>"Only three?" she asks.&nbsp; "I think you have more research to do before you <em>really </em>know who I am."<br><br>She taps the papers she has just dropped in front of him.&nbsp; <br><br>"I'll be in the pool.&nbsp; Come to me when you think you have it right."&nbsp; Her voice sounding very much like a disappointed school mistress.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ErikAlanWest</strong> on <strong>22-08-2008, 05:18:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; Christian watches her walk out of the room.&nbsp; His mouth hangs agape.&nbsp; He blinks twice, then shakes his head in bewilderment.&nbsp; "Did she... I mean, she said... I heard her... "<br><br>&nbsp; Chris reaches a hand backwards, grasping blindly as his rational mind tries to find a soft place for him to land.&nbsp; He manages to find the desk chair and pull it under him before his legs give out.&nbsp; "I... I didn't think she... she really might... did she really... "<br><br>&nbsp; After a moment he falls silent, and only in his mind can he try and sort out how he could have possibly lost control of the situation so fast.<br><br>&nbsp; Did she actually have people killed, or was she bluffing?&nbsp; Did she actually expect him to dig this up?&nbsp; OK, sounds like a plan.<br><br>&nbsp; Christian smiles to himself as he sits up at the desk.&nbsp; It's not a happy smile.&nbsp; "Let's do this then.&nbsp; She gave me a job to do, so I guess that means my 'on-call' status may have to be canceled."<br><br>&nbsp; Chris cracks his knuckes and begins sifting through another stack.&nbsp; There are a lot of answers to find, and his Mistress was waiting for him in the pool.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>22-08-2008, 21:34:10</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Amelie drops into the pool completely naked and swims.&nbsp; She lets down her normal wall and lets herself swim at top speed, using her full strength.&nbsp; She moves into a graceful butterfly and lifts herself nearly clean out of the water.&nbsp; Three strokes and she is across the olympic length pool.&nbsp; Repeating the move several hundred times nearly makes her tired.&nbsp; She seeks physical exhaustion, but rarely finds it.&nbsp; <br><br>Amelie drops to the bottom of the pool and lays on the bottom looking up into the pattern of water and lights. The water dims the sounds around her...the sounds that she has to consciously filter out of her super-sensitive hearing or else go insane.&nbsp; She finds peace and calm at the bottom of the pool and lets herself fall into a meditative state wondering just how much Chris has put together.&nbsp; <br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ErikAlanWest</strong> on <strong>23-08-2008, 00:09:39</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; Christian growls in frustration and throws the current file across the room, where it hits the wall and explodes in a flurry of papers.&nbsp; <em>This shit is unbelievable.&nbsp; Is this for real, or is she yanking my short and curlies?&nbsp; I didn't think anyone could be this vicious.<br></em><br>&nbsp; Chris' current bout of anger was brought on not by her illegal activities, but by the discovery of how much of Amelie's money had been stolen or squandered by unethical accountants and business partners.&nbsp; Strangely enough, he isn't upset by the discovery of her dirty dealings; these he takes in stride.<br><br>&nbsp; Grumbling to himself, Chris crosses the room and begins cleaning up the scattered papers.&nbsp; Scooping up double fistfuls of ancient documents, he begins filling the file once again.&nbsp; As he scans the papers in an attempt to organize them once more, he glances at the signature at the bottom of the page.&nbsp; His eyes go wide as a realization flashes through his mind.<br><br>&nbsp; Rushing back to the desk, Christian grabs another folder.&nbsp; This one contains the legal suit he had instructed Amelie to look over and sign.&nbsp; Holding up both folders, his eyes dart between the two signatures.&nbsp; Even though one is dated 1836 and the other is still fresh and the ink still wet, the handwriting is identical.<br><br>&nbsp; Flipping through several other document bundles, Christian finds all the signatures the same.&nbsp; The only difference is the middle name.<br><br>&nbsp; The papers drop to the desk from his numb fingers.&nbsp; <em>Christ, she's ancient.&nbsp; How can she be so old and still be alive?</em>&nbsp; Only then does he make the connection.&nbsp; She wanted to know about his father.&nbsp; The fire.&nbsp; The Siren.<br><br>&nbsp; "Oh God..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>23-08-2008, 00:20:58</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Amelie lies at the bottom of the pool, letting her mind drift over things she hadn't touched upon for years.&nbsp; Her mind keeps coming back to the matter at hand.&nbsp; A Mr. Christopher Cross.&nbsp; A smart man who could continue working as a lawyer for her, for their, cause after he is turned.&nbsp; She suspects he will not remain subservient to her, his strength as a human is thrilling to her and she thinks about what he will be like when he is fully reborn.&nbsp; <br><br>An hour? Perhaps two or three have passed, and Amelie become curious as to where her new toy had found itself lately.&nbsp; She pushes off the bottom of the pool only to see Chris standing at the edge of the pool, fully clothed.&nbsp; Watching her looking at her.&nbsp; <br><br>She casually wrings the water out of her long hair.<br><br>"How long have you been watching me?" she asks.&nbsp; Knowing by the look on his face he has found some answers at least.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ErikAlanWest</strong> on <strong>23-08-2008, 00:34:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; "Long enough to confirm what I already suspected."<br><br>&nbsp; Christian begins to unbutton his shirt.&nbsp; The tremble in his fingers is barely perceptible.&nbsp; He doesn't look at her as he removes his shirt and unfastens his belt, but his voice is calm as he speaks, "I never thought such things existed.&nbsp; Even after... my father, I didn't really believe.&nbsp; There were a million different weird possibilities, but I never thought... "<br><br>&nbsp; Dropping his pants to the floor, Christian kicks them off and dives into the pool with barely a splash.&nbsp; He surfaces with a sigh and smooths back his hair, then looks at Amelie.&nbsp; "So, I guess the question now is: what happens to me?&nbsp; You had to know I would figure out your secret eventually.&nbsp; So, am I going to remain on the staff, or am I going on the dinner menu?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>23-08-2008, 01:05:47</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"You didn't run away," she says, coming up close to him and draping her arms over the tops of his shoulders.&nbsp; "My affairs are a mess.&nbsp; You can see that, I'm sure.&nbsp; I want you to straighten them out.&nbsp; I have no intention of firing you...or...letting you go." <br><br>Amelie kisses his neck, licking the spot she had poked him the night before.&nbsp; "In terms of what happens to you long term...."&nbsp; <br><br>She pauses and moves her arms to his sides, running her hands up and down his chest, across his back down his ass, gripping his cheeks firmly with her hands.&nbsp; She presses her body against his.&nbsp; <br><br>"You could stay with me...forever...if you wish it," she says finally.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ErikAlanWest</strong> on <strong>23-08-2008, 01:24:49</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; Christian smiles slowly, slipping his arms around her waist, "You know, I did expect this offer, but not quite so soon.&nbsp; I don't know that I can really accept such an offer... yet."<br><br>&nbsp; "After all," Christian continues, "I hardly know all the details involved.&nbsp; If the stories are true in the least, that means my daytime activities are seriously limited."<br><br>&nbsp; Dipping his mouth to her neck, Christ rakes his teeth against the tender flesh of her throat.&nbsp; Unsurprisingly, his teeth draw blood.&nbsp; "I don't know if I'm yet ready to say goodbye to the light just yet."<br><br>&nbsp; Lifting his head, Christian smiles sadly as he looks Amelie in the eyes, "And I don't think my soul would be quite the same afterwards, would it?&nbsp; I think I should know more about what this entails before I decide... whether or not to stay."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>25-08-2008, 01:33:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Amelie looks at Chris' sad little eyes , and says&nbsp; "I'm not sure you understand your choices all that clearly.&nbsp; Although, I am reasonable.&nbsp; Evil, I suppose some would say.&nbsp; Soulless? I'm not sure I ever had a soul."<br><br>She wants to graze his neck as he had just done to her, but she needs to wait.&nbsp; Her master had convinced her there was a procedure to follow, and it took time.&nbsp; Commitment. She wonders if Chris understands this.<br><br>"Chris, I offered it to you because you are smart enough to have figured it out.&nbsp; Perhaps it was premature. Consider my offer as 'pending' then.&nbsp; Until further notice, you should perhaps consider yourself...a 'safe employee.'&nbsp; Dierdre and Masters are on that list.&nbsp; I'll keep you there until such a time as...well..until I decide to change your status."&nbsp; Amelie kisses Chris on his lips.&nbsp; <br><br>"Perhaps you should tell me how you are going to straighten out my financial woes," Amelie says backing away toward the pool edge.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ErikAlanWest</strong> on <strong>25-08-2008, 02:40:42</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; Christian nods and smiles uneasily.&nbsp; While he is overjoyed that he isn't going to be forced into this, he still wonders if maybe he shouldn't have accepted then and there.&nbsp; <em>Well, getting her affairs in order will be easier if I can still meet for business lunches.</em><br><br>&nbsp; "I'm glad you understand my hesitation, and thank you for not forcing the issue.&nbsp; As for your finances, I've given it some thought.&nbsp; I know how to make you very happy."&nbsp; He shrugs, "In a temporal way, of course."<br><br>&nbsp; Christian clears his throat, "To start with, I'll need to talk with anyone who has regular dealing with your finances.&nbsp; I need a list of all current assets you know of, and I can verify several more properties I'm sure you're unaware you've owned for some time.&nbsp; I'll have a stack of account transfers for you to approve by tomorrow night, and I'll need to meet with the owner of your primary bank.&nbsp; We're going to reclaim everything you own, and we're going to make it clear what happens when anyone takes what belongs to you."&nbsp; Running his hands back through his hair, Christian climbs out of the pool and looks back at Amelie.<br><br>&nbsp; His predatory smile would do any vampire proud.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>26-08-2008, 02:02:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I do feel my business needs are in capable hands," says Amelie.&nbsp; The smile spreading over Chris' face told Amelie that she had found a man who did not like to see people being taken advantage of.&nbsp; It was even....cute, in a human cuddly sort of way.&nbsp; <br><br>Her disappointment in his lack of desire for her offer is apparent on her face.&nbsp; Still, he is smart and can maybe ensure that she can remain in this particular life for a good number of years.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;<br>"Do you wonder if, perhaps, drawing attention to my affairs is the wisest thing to do?" she asks as she climbs out and dries herself off.&nbsp; "After all, if you dig, someone else might dig back."&nbsp; <br><br><br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ErikAlanWest</strong> on <strong>26-08-2008, 02:30:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; Christian hands her a robe as he drops his own towel, "I guess you didn't do too much research into my background.&nbsp; I specialized at digging.&nbsp; I'm only good at organizing and number-crunching because a corporate espionage expert has to be.&nbsp; I generally worked countermeasures, so they kept me on the payroll as general law."&nbsp; Buckling his belt, Chris reaches into his pocket, fishes around a moment, and offers her a few slips of paper.<br><br>&nbsp; "Here, I always a few personal business cards in my wallet.&nbsp; Hand those around to your other financial advisers and have them call me."&nbsp; Chris blinks, then smiles, "After I get a replacement phone, of course."<br><br>&nbsp; Leaving his shirt unbuttoned, Christian catches Amelie by the wrist, "But I do want to know something before I consider anything.&nbsp; Is this simply to make another... one of you, or is it about... you and I."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>26-08-2008, 02:39:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Amelie looks down at the hand on her wrist for a long contemplative moment before looking Chris in the eyes.&nbsp; "Everything I do is about me. For me. What I want.&nbsp; What I desire."&nbsp; She looks away for a moment.&nbsp; "You have potential.&nbsp; I saw that when you stood nearly naked on the road side."&nbsp; <br><br>She places her hand against his chest. "I have been alone for a long time.&nbsp; I am weary of it."&nbsp; &nbsp;She rakes her fingernails down the front of his chest, leaving three white lines and one very pink, but not bloody stripe. "But I will only take a man who can provide what I need.&nbsp; I <em>thought </em><em>you might</em>...."&nbsp; she stops letting the obvious disappointment in her tone convey the rest.<br><br>She smiles quickly and kisses him gently on the cheek.&nbsp; "I'll phone my advisers and leave you a list in the library.&nbsp; You can take any of the cars in the garage to do what errands you need to.&nbsp; But, Chris, if you don't come back, I know how to find you no matter where you might go.&nbsp; I have tasted you, and now we are linked."&nbsp; She turned on her heel and left him standing at the pool.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ErikAlanWest</strong> on <strong>26-08-2008, 04:41:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; Christian walks slowly from the pool room.&nbsp; He heads for his bedroom, wondering what he might have lost due to his hesitation.&nbsp; With his head down, he doesn't see Masters come from an adjacent room.<br><br>&nbsp; "Mister Cross, I just saw Miss Bayonelle pass by, and she looked rather unhappy."&nbsp; Stepping closer to Christian, he smiles unpleasantly.&nbsp; "Those of us who have served her long rather dislike when she is unhappy."<br><br>&nbsp; Christian lifts his head slowly and locks his eyes on Masters.&nbsp; Taking two steps towards the man, he stops and whispers, "I don't care much what you like Masters."&nbsp; With a speed granted through fury, he grips Masters by the throat and hoists the husky man several inches from the floor.<br><br>&nbsp; Pulling the struggling man close, Christian grits his teeth and growls, "But if you ever threaten me again, I'll rip your fucking throat out, and I don't need fangs to do it."&nbsp; He holds Masters a long moment longer, then drops him unceremoniously to the carpet and enters his own bedroom.<br><br>&nbsp; As he opens the door to his closet, Christian chuckles to himself, "What the fuck am I gonna do, pack?&nbsp; The only clothes I have are the ones I'm wearing."&nbsp; Still laughing, Chris heads to the garage.&nbsp; Taking the keys to a nice Benz parked near the doors, Chris makes a mental note to stop by his apartment for a couple suits.<br><br>&nbsp; Just as he prepares to turn the key, Chris realizes he never picked up the list from the library.&nbsp; Still chuckling, he heads back inside and upstairs.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>26-08-2008, 07:50:11</strong>
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				Amelie is sitting in her favorite chair in the library, a volume of Balzac on her lap.&nbsp; As Chris came into the room to pick up the list she had made for him, she smiled.&nbsp; <br><br>"Masters came sniveling to me a moment ago.&nbsp; You'd make quick work of him, and I think he knows it.&nbsp; However, I will say that he has been...exemplary at following orders," she looked him up and down.&nbsp; "You will note he is still human.&nbsp; I expect loyalty from my staff, regardless of their status.&nbsp; I don't go around creating new vamps willy-nilly--it's not like it used to be."<br><br>She closed her book on her finger as a place-marker and moved next to Chris in less than a blink of an eye, faster than she had moved in front of a human in full view.&nbsp; Her lips were close to his ears.&nbsp; "It is a privilege I only think of granting once in a great while.&nbsp; It has been nearly a hundred years since I last chose to do so."&nbsp; She nipped his ear gently and returned to her seat with as great speed as she had before. <br><br>She looked back down on her book and waved him away, dismissing him completely. <br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ErikAlanWest</strong> on <strong>27-08-2008, 22:34:10</strong>
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				&nbsp; Christian yawns and stretches as he parks the Benz back in the garage.&nbsp; Today has been very productive for him, and he is quite anxious to get some rest.&nbsp; Thinking back over the events of the day as he walks to the pool room, Chris can't help but smile.<br><br>&nbsp; ---<br><br>&nbsp; His apartment door is unlocked, and Chris distinctly remembers locking it.&nbsp; <em>Not good.</em>&nbsp; He kicks off his shoes and steps silently through the door.&nbsp; Checking for danger, he overhears a female voice coming from the bedroom.&nbsp; Cursing to himself, he straightens and pulls his shoes back on, then goes down the hallway.&nbsp; Throwing the door open, he growls to himself.<br><br>&nbsp; Jenn is laying on the bed, wearing his robe, her hair still wet from the shower.&nbsp; The phone is in her hand, but appears to be forgot in her shock at seeing him.&nbsp; Pictures of the two of them are scattered across the bed.&nbsp; <em>Awww, she finally realized that she screwed up.&nbsp; Too bad for her.</em><br><br>&nbsp; "I don't want to talk to you Jenn.&nbsp; I'm grabbing some clothes and my spare phone.&nbsp; You're welcome to anything else in the house, I don't need any of it."&nbsp; Without waiting for her to react, Chris rummages through the closet until he finds his suitcase.&nbsp; He throws it on the bed, barely missing his ex.<br><br>&nbsp; Reality finally sets in for Jenn, and she falls to the floor in tears, begging Chris to talk to her, to yell at her, hit her, anything.&nbsp; He ignores her completely, until she clutches his leg and cries pitifully.&nbsp; Feeling her hot tears soak into his pants stirs pity in his heart, but Chris quickly crushes such traitorous emotions.<br><br>&nbsp; Packing a half dozen shirts and pairs of pants, he then quickly scoops handfuls of socks and boxers into the case.&nbsp; He tries to move, but Jenn still clings tightly to him, still imploring him with her sorrowful eyes.&nbsp; His patience at an end, Chris grabs her painfully by the wrists and hauls her up, holding her eyes inches from his own.&nbsp; His voice is a venomous whisper, "You tried to ruin my life, and for that I could kill you.&nbsp; However, my life is now better than I could have ever dreamed, so I will forgive you.&nbsp; I won't hurt you, because you mean nothing to me."<br><br>&nbsp; Christian drops her to the floor and picks up his suitcase.&nbsp; He walks out the hall and to the door, but he turns one final time when she hurries after him.&nbsp; His gaze stops her where she stands, and his words crush her hope forever, "You are irrelevant."<br><br>&nbsp; ---<br><br>&nbsp; "Jake?... Hey, it's Cross... yeah, thanks... yeah, maybe this weekend.&nbsp; Hey, you wanna make a quick six grand?... nah, it's a favor for me... ok, fine, it's a favor for my new boss... yeah, personal work.&nbsp; Pay sucks, but the benefits... "&nbsp; Christian looks around the interior of the Benz and snugs himself against the perfect English leather seat.&nbsp; Benefits indeed.<br><br>&nbsp; "Nah, nothing illegal, sorry... nope, just a half-dozen background checks... yep, six standard b.c.s and the money is yours, a thou' a piece... yeah, I'll give ya the names... sure they're safe to say over the phone, I told you this is legal..."&nbsp; As Christian gives his friend the names of the last few financial advisers that Amelie had employed and were still living, he reflects on whether or not he had lied to his friend.&nbsp; <em>Well, at this point it is still legal, so I don't think I lied.&nbsp; If these guys don't wanna play ball though, well then we might have to change the game.</em><br><br>&nbsp; "Alright, you got those?... yup, you got em... what kind of question is that?&nbsp; Is the money good?&nbsp; You'll have my personal check in your hand, and that was always good enough for you Jake Springer... yeah, you're damned right you're sorry... anyway, I'll see you this Friday night, right?&nbsp; I'm buying..." <em>...since I probably won't be drinking booze by Friday...</em> "... alright, good boy... your day still raking in the cash?&nbsp; Heard his little business is doing well.&nbsp; I even applied for a position there about six months ago... nah, not enough experience... heh, yeah, exactly... yeah... alright man, I'm just about home... yeah, I'm living there... no, she isn't still looking... trust me boy, you're not man enough for this position... yeah, grow another six inches, in more ways that one... uh huh... now, even if I am, I still wouldn't tell you... confidentiality... yup, it's in the contract... uh huh... alright, take it easy.&nbsp; Later Jake."<br><br>&nbsp; Closing his phone against his chin, Chris tosses it on the seat next to him.&nbsp; He hated bringing his only real friend into this, but he couldn't get access to the right records without assistance.&nbsp; Jake would compile data on each of the six men, including current location and legal power, and Friday night Chris would have all the tools he needed for his planned revenge.&nbsp; <em>If this doesn't put a smile on Amelie's face, then I'm going to have to seriously consider turning her down.&nbsp; I'm not spending eternity with someone that has no sense of humor.</em><br><br>&nbsp; ---<br><br>&nbsp; Christian dives into the pool, leaving his clothes draped across his suitcase.&nbsp; The cool shock on his body darkens his vision for a moment, and Christian relishes the momentary lack of thoughts, for he had known a moment of peace.&nbsp; A single moment without wonders and questions and doubts.&nbsp; A split second that hadn't left him screaming inside from the argument within himself.&nbsp; <span class="bbc_u"><em>Am I Willing To Die?</em></span><br><br>&nbsp; Christian surfaces and allows himself to float upward, his eyes closed.&nbsp; He floats like this for some time.&nbsp; Amelie would surely know he was back, and ever being the gracious hostess, would inquire as to his success.&nbsp; Until then, Christian is content to simply float silently and scream inside.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>28-08-2008, 18:07:17</strong>
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				Amelie waits for Chris to leave before picking up the phone.&nbsp; There are still seats left for the next evening's performance of Verdi's Un Ballo in Maschera.&nbsp; After purchasing two tickets, she calls&nbsp; her favorite tailor and orders a tux for Chris.&nbsp; They will bring it over the next day and fit it on the spot.&nbsp; She isn't sure of his exact sizing, but she knows she's close.&nbsp; <br><br>She feels restless and, oddly for her, anxious.&nbsp; &nbsp;She'd never offered before.&nbsp; She'd only taken.&nbsp; Chris is the first human she wanted so badly that she wanted him to want her first...before turning.&nbsp; They always feel beholden to you afterward.&nbsp; &nbsp;Amelie wants Chris to say yes to her as much as to the change.&nbsp; Being immortal has its appeal for a lot of people.&nbsp; Certainly Dierdre and Masters would tilt their necks for her if she offered...In an instant. <br><br>Amelie is not surprised when Jimmy calls her.&nbsp; He is one of those humans that has a rare ability to deal with her being a vamp and not care.&nbsp; He took her money and did the work that she asked him to.&nbsp; He doesn't have much to offer beyond what Chris has already told her directly.&nbsp; The official records make no mention of vampire activity, and she hadn't expected them to.&nbsp; <br><br>"Jimmy, I want you to check on the status of another vamp.&nbsp; She's crazy, though, not like me.&nbsp; Not to be trusted.&nbsp; You have some sources there you can trust?"&nbsp; Amelie fills Jimmy in on her hunches.&nbsp; He doesn't sound thrilled and his fee is placed on the high end right away.&nbsp; "I just want to make sure it was her."&nbsp; &nbsp;Amelie wants to be sure before she tells Chris what she thinks she already knows.<br><br>She spends the next few hours reading Balzac.&nbsp; When the phone rings a second time, she is surprised by the alacrity of Jimmy's news.&nbsp; Apparently Cassandra has been the local bogeyman for more than fifty years.&nbsp; Jimmy's contact even knew her name.&nbsp; Those who lived close to the underground knew her and stayed well away from her territory.&nbsp; It just so happened that the Cross farm was within a stone's throw of her own shack.&nbsp; Anyone living there would have eventually have been likely prey.<br><br>Amelie senses when Chris has returned from his day of excursions.&nbsp; She waits for him to spend a few moments alone at the pool before joining him.&nbsp; He is floating in the water with his eyes closed as she enters.&nbsp; She enters quietly, slips into the pool and swims underwater until she is very close to his feet.&nbsp; Coming to the surface, she runs her fingernail gently along the bottom of his feet, trying to determine whether or not Chris has a ticklish spot.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ErikAlanWest</strong> on <strong>29-08-2008, 00:51:32</strong>
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				&nbsp; Christian holds perfectly still, despite the urge to twist and laugh as his sensitive feet are tickled.&nbsp; Then again, his entire body is ticklish, so it's no wonder his feet are so bad.&nbsp; He had heard Amelie enter the pool.&nbsp; Strangely, his hearing has become oddly potent, as have all his senses.&nbsp; <em>Either it's from tasting her blood or from spending too much time in the library.</em><br><br>&nbsp; "Good evening Amelie."&nbsp; Chris straightens in the water, letting his body sink once again.&nbsp; "Today was quite productive, I'm pleased to say.&nbsp; I can fill you in on the details later, if you'd like."&nbsp; With a few short, quick strokes Chris is at the edge of the pool.&nbsp; He turns and rests his back against the wall, stretching his arms out on the upper surface to support him above the water.<br><br>&nbsp; "I've been considering your offer, and I'd like to accept.&nbsp; However, I do have some questions concerning the issue.&nbsp; I suppose the first one has to be: what sort of vampire are we talking?&nbsp; I mean, Bram Stoker?&nbsp; Anne Rice?&nbsp; I guess it's safe to assume no John Carpenter type, since you haven't torn anyone to shreds... that I know of.&nbsp; What can I expect from this change?&nbsp; And how does it work?&nbsp; Is there a soul involved, or don't you know?"<br><br>&nbsp; Christian smiles widely, "As I said, I'd like to accept.&nbsp; However, to do so I basically have to let you kill me, right?&nbsp; That isn't a decision I want to make without the facts of the matter.&nbsp; You understand, right?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>29-08-2008, 01:21:00</strong>
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				"My how you can babble, my dear," Amelie says, amused by his sudden enthusiasm, "Here I spend the whole day full of anxiety and worry that you will walk away, and you come home all happy and raring to go."<br><br>Amelie swims over to him.&nbsp; Was that a twinge she saw when she tickled his feet?&nbsp; "You are really very ticklish, aren't you? The way you stiffened just then told me you aren't just casually ticklish either.&nbsp; Nice control, my pretty, but it won't last forever."&nbsp; &nbsp;She asks the question with a little sparkle to her eye, a hunter ready to find her mark.&nbsp; She lifts her hands and wiggles her fingers as if she's about ready to pounce on him.&nbsp; But the serious look in his eyes show he has asked his questions and wants an answer.&nbsp; She drops her smile.<br><br>"None of the literary geniuses have it right.&nbsp; Not entirely.&nbsp; I'd say Anne Rice might come closest, with a little Joss Whedon thrown in.&nbsp; I think his little slayer story is very fun, actually.&nbsp; Not that slayers exist, mind you.&nbsp; There aren't that many vampires, actually.&nbsp; We used to have greater numbers, but the systems in place today make it quite difficult to get around.&nbsp; As you can see, my vast wealth has enabled me to carry myself forward from generation to generation."<br><br>She places her hands on his shoulders and lightly wraps her legs around his waist, letting the water do most of the work to hold her up.&nbsp; "Yes.&nbsp; You will die.&nbsp; Or very nearly so.&nbsp; You still have to have enough life to drink my blood.&nbsp; I think most of the stories out there have something akin to that.&nbsp; It's just not an instant thing.&nbsp; I have to drink from you seven times, and you from me as much.&nbsp; We have completed one full round, though you hardly had more than a taste.&nbsp; The last, the seventh event--I will feast on you until I can almost feel you fade away.&nbsp; If I misjudge, then you die...dead...gone.&nbsp; But don't worry, I'll be very careful with you."<br><br>Amelie runs her hands through his hair.&nbsp; "You will have pain.&nbsp; I don't remember it anymore.&nbsp; But it takes a couple of days before you can really function.&nbsp; I will tend to you, alone, through your final transition.&nbsp; If we do it right,&nbsp; you won't turn into a shredder.&nbsp; They do exist.&nbsp; Unfortunate creations of those that have no sense of decorum for the old ways--drinking up all at once and letting them turn right away."&nbsp; Amelie shakes her head in disgust.<br><br>"I suppose I am a traditionalist.&nbsp; As for soul.&nbsp; Well, Chris, all I can say is that I didn't notice much change in how I felt about things after my change.&nbsp; But I was a bad wench to begin with."&nbsp; &nbsp;Amelie nips his nose playfully and moves her hands to his underarms and begins to tickle him without mercy.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ErikAlanWest</strong> on <strong>29-08-2008, 01:36:32</strong>
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				&nbsp; Christian gasps and flails his arms at Amelie's assault on his body.&nbsp; Of course, all this gains him is large inhalation of water as he moves his arms off of the wall.&nbsp; He sinks underwater, and his gasp turns into choking.&nbsp; He surfaces quickly, coughing raggedly.<br><br>&nbsp; "As much...," his coughing racks him a moment longer, then dies down just enough for him to speak between gasps of air, "... as I enjoy... pool games... that one doesn't... work as well... when I still... need to breathe."<br><br>&nbsp; With a mischievious smile on his face, Chris grabs Amelie's hips as he spins in the water.&nbsp; He presses her back against the wall and kisses her fiercely.&nbsp; He pulls back soon enough, since his breathing still hasn't returned to normal, but his eyes have a hungry spark to them just the same.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; "I picked up a little something for you on my way back today.&nbsp; Nothing too fancy, just a new chain-and-pulley for your room.&nbsp; I noticed you were lacking one of sufficient strength, so I stopped by the hardware store.&nbsp; Think of it as an apology gift for roughing up Masters.&nbsp; By the way, how is he?"&nbsp; Christian smile, and more so his eyes, tell of his eagerness to install the chain... and to have it used.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>30-08-2008, 00:15:36</strong>
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				Amelie kisses Christian back enjoying the way he manages to pin her against the wall and his fierce hungry kiss sets all of her anxiety of the day at rest.&nbsp; It's clear he wants her as much as she wants him, and she is relieved.&nbsp; <br><br>"Master," she answers,"is a little bit of a whiner.&nbsp; But, he does his job, and he did complain bitterly about the fact that I seemed so nonchalant about the way you grabbed him.&nbsp; He was, you know, just trying to show what a concerned employee he is.&nbsp; Of course, his motivation was entirely personal.&nbsp; I tend to be a bear when I'm grumpy." <br><br>She watches him brighten as he tells her of his new toy.&nbsp; She feels an eagerness to comply and says,"Well, then, for Master's sense of honor, I suppose we will have to see how this pulley works.&nbsp; You thoughtful hunk of man, you.&nbsp; Why don't we go up and pick out a nice location for it?"<br><br>Amelie was curious to see just how much more this man could take.&nbsp; Maybe she'd have to pull out some new toys once she had him hanging from the ceiling.&nbsp; She slaps his firm ass playfully as he leads her out of the water.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ErikAlanWest</strong> on <strong>30-08-2008, 00:28:43</strong>
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				&nbsp; Christian eagerly follows Amelie from the pool.&nbsp; He really is anxious to try out the chains, but he is more excited at the chance to simply show off a bit.&nbsp; <em>Be a man and put something together.&nbsp; Maybe that's how I'm maintaining my dignity while a she beats me.&nbsp; Whatever.&nbsp; Still feels good.</em>&nbsp; Chris chuckles to himself as he scoops up his clothes, toweling himself off as he walks.<br><br>&nbsp; Once he finishes dressing, Chris grabs his suitcase and follows Amelie to her chambers.&nbsp; "I do want to tell you about some things that happened today.&nbsp; I'm in the process of kicking your thieving former-employees in the balls, legally speaking.&nbsp; As far as I can see, each of them is doing big things with your money, so I'm going to require ten times as much returned, within one year, or we go to the press."<br><br>&nbsp; He pauses when they reach the hidden entryway.&nbsp; "Unfortunately, in order to get the information I need, I had to bring in a friend.&nbsp; We've known each other since we were kids, and he's currently riding a desk for his dad's company downtown.&nbsp; Big "special interest" firm, and they have some of the most in-depth files I've ever seen.&nbsp; Jake is running a few basic background checks, so I can nail down the details.&nbsp; He knows nothing else."&nbsp; Christian is obviously worried about Jake's safety, and makes no attempt at hiding this.&nbsp; <em>Please Lord, don't let her hurt Jake.&nbsp; C'mon God, I know I'm not high up on your buddy list right now, but do this for me?&nbsp; Think of it as a last request...</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>30-08-2008, 00:54:53</strong>
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				Amelie stops in her tracks when Chris mentions his friend.&nbsp; &nbsp;It is a powerful tool for her.&nbsp; He has just handed her the key to controlling him. Does he realize this?&nbsp; He probably will easily comply with what she will suggest for his ex-girlfriend, but best friend since boyhood?&nbsp; Amelie had done just about anything and everything for her sire to keep her birth family safe.&nbsp; Amelie still wants Chris of his own volition, but should he prove tangly, she knows how to control him.<br><br>"I am sure he can figure out who you are working for by putting his magical database to use.&nbsp; That could have been very careless of you, Chris," she says.&nbsp; "However, I don't make rash decisions about killing my employee's or my loved one's best friends.&nbsp; Let's make sure he stays in control...that's all.&nbsp; If you can manage that.&nbsp; He'll be safe from me.&nbsp; Just don't go thinking you are going to go off and sire all your buddies so they can join the club.&nbsp; It doesn't work as well as you think it might."&nbsp; <br><br>She opened the door to her room and ushered Chris inside.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ErikAlanWest</strong> on <strong>30-08-2008, 01:05:53</strong>
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				&nbsp; Chris shakes his head, laughing.&nbsp; <em>That went better than expected.&nbsp; One point for the good guy.</em>&nbsp; "Don't worry, he knows that if I don't say who I'm working for, he doesn't want to know.&nbsp; Living with his father taught him that."<br><br>&nbsp; Popping open his suitcase, Chris takes out a bag with a hardware store label and several feet of industrial chain.&nbsp; He extracts the two pulleys from the bag and opens the packaging.&nbsp; "When I get everything laid out, I can either bolt them directly to the floor, or I can rig a couple removable hook-clasps."<br><br>&nbsp; Christian glances at her as he unpacks his tools.&nbsp; "The chains are tested at sixty-six hundred pounds before any permanent damage occurs.&nbsp; I assume that should hold even a vampire in a bad mood, right?"&nbsp; He fixes her with a familiar smile, half afraid and half excited.&nbsp; "I mean, I'm not going to be able to break an industrial chain that can hold up three tons, am I?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>30-08-2008, 01:14:52</strong>
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				"I somehow doubt that.&nbsp; But we won't know for sure until later.&nbsp; I'm sure it's safe for use now, though," Amelie says with a laugh.&nbsp; "I don't know that any of us have been officially tested, but I'm pretty sure we're not that strong.&nbsp; Just compared to humans...." <br><br>Amelie leaves Chris in the workroom to figure out the pulley system to his own specifications.&nbsp; She is happy to give him the pain he so obviously wants.&nbsp; She wanders to the computer monitors and watches the staff as she waits for him.&nbsp; Dierdre's never ending lust fest is always amusing to watch.&nbsp; That woman would probably have sex with anyone walking in the door.&nbsp; At the moment she was on her knees at the front door giving the mailman a freebie.&nbsp; Amelie shakes her head in slight disgust.&nbsp; Masters is in his room, pants down one hand between his legs and the other holding up a "Playgirl" magazine.&nbsp; She rolls her eyes and steps back to the doorway of the workroom and watches Chris hard at work.&nbsp; He seems positively glowing.<br><br>"Did I mention I got tickets for the opera tomorrow night?&nbsp; I hope you can manage an evening in a tux," she says casually.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ErikAlanWest</strong> on <strong>30-08-2008, 19:52:58</strong>
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				&nbsp; Christian smiles as he drills the holes for the bolts.&nbsp; "The opera?&nbsp; I've never been to an opera before.&nbsp; I'll have to pick up a tux somewhere, but I'm sure I can manage for an evening."&nbsp; He looks up at Amelie and grins, "I happen to think I look quite good in a tux."<br><br>&nbsp; Pounding the lock-bolts into the holes, he gives them a twist and they anchor in place.&nbsp; Threading the chain through, he then turns his attention to the ceiling bolt.&nbsp; Here was the main fun of the hoist.&nbsp; With the chain threaded through here, and then again through the floor pulley, a ten-year old girl could easily lift him into the air.&nbsp; This was just the gift for the woman offering him immortality.<br><br>&nbsp; Pulling the chain through the final pulley, wraps the chain around his own wrists, then steps back and smiles winningly, "Well Mistress, any thoughts?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>01-09-2008, 20:35:12</strong>
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				"Oh, I have many thoughts about you,&nbsp; my dear," Amelie says.&nbsp; She casually grabbed the chain from Chris and pulled.&nbsp; His arms pulled up over his head and he was suspended in a second.&nbsp; "You are as light as a feather with this device."&nbsp; <br><br>Amelie lowers it so that Chris is suspended but his weight can be placed on the very tips of his toes if he chooses.&nbsp; "I sure hope you are not susceptible to dislocated shoulders..." she muses outloud.&nbsp; She pulls off his lower clothing so that he is naked and grabs a spreader bar and clamps his ankles into place.&nbsp; "I don't want you flailing around and kicking me--or worse, moving and making me miss my mark." <br><br>She stands back at the entrance to the workroom and admires his hanging body.&nbsp; "Hmmm...Let's get rid of that pesky shirt, shall we?"&nbsp; Amelie reaches up and grabs Chris's shirt at the throat and rips it open, the buttons popping off in all directions.&nbsp; She kisses him on the lips and holds his face in her hands.&nbsp; "I remember once...a nasty vamp disfigured a woman completely before turning her.&nbsp; It was his way of keeping her bound to him forever as no one could look at her hideous form.&nbsp; She killed him eventually, though.&nbsp; To live out eternity as an ugly...."&nbsp; Amelie shakes her head at the memory. <br><br>"No my dear, I want you like this....forever." <br><br>Amelie rips the remaining pieces of clothing off his arms, letting the fabric cut into him as she does so.&nbsp; She smiles wickedly and grabs a large peacock feather from her bench.&nbsp; "So, now that you aren't in the water anymore, I have a little idea."&nbsp; She turns toward him with the feather in her hand and lays it delicately against his neck, the tiniest little feathers tickling him right under the ear.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ErikAlanWest</strong> on <strong>02-09-2008, 22:22:07</strong>
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				&nbsp; Christian smiles as Amelie hoists him into the air.&nbsp; His gift seems to be appreciated, and his quick assembly works well.&nbsp; When his Mistress tears open his shirt he is hardly surprised, but the ankle bar is an unfamiliar touch.&nbsp; <em>She's got a point for using it though, and besides which, it's not like I'm in any position to object to anything she does.&nbsp; I mean, what price isn't worth immortality?</em><br><br>&nbsp; His question is answered as Amelie relates the story of the disfigured vampire.&nbsp; "God, what kind of monster was he, to do something so cruel?&nbsp; I hope she took her time."&nbsp; He sighs and shakes his head, "I guess I've heard of worse, I was just kind of hoping that living forever might give people perspective.&nbsp; So much for that idea."<br><br>&nbsp; Christian clenches his jaw tightly and fights the urge to flinch as the feather tickles his skin.&nbsp; He keeps his body as relaxed as he can, since getting excited will require more air, and with his entire weight suspended from his arms it would be difficult and painful to take a deep breath.&nbsp; As much as this tortures him, Chris can't object to this either.&nbsp; <em>I asked for this in so many ways.</em><br><br>&nbsp; Finally the tickling becomes too much for him, and Christian can't help but laugh and try to squirm away, but his movement only causes his shoulders to pull tightly.&nbsp; He quickly relents in order to breathe, although he still shivers as Amelie continues.&nbsp; "This isn't quite the punishment I envisioned.&nbsp; I might have to rough Masters up more often."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>03-09-2008, 00:33:29</strong>
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				Amelie removes the feather from his neck and traces it slowly down the entire length of his exposed side, from his wrist, down his arm, past his underarm, his chest, his waist, his thigh and down to his foot.&nbsp; <br><br>"Masters is a whimp, really.&nbsp; He is jealous.&nbsp; He wanted to be my boy toy, but he just wasn't cut out for it.&nbsp; He doesn't do well under pressure, and frankly, he <em>prefers </em>men sexually.&nbsp; So, he was just never in the running, poor thing.&nbsp; I can tell he's just acting out of jealousy." Amelie sticks the feather between his legs and tickles him on each inner thigh.&nbsp; "He would like nothing more than for you to fuck him royally."<br><br>Amelie stepped back to give Chris a moment to catch his breath.&nbsp; "You squirm so delightfully," she teases.<br><br>She puts the feather back on the bench and turns to Chris,"I don't know why, but I"m in a perfectly playful mood. Hmmm.&nbsp; You want punishment, I know...but how wicked of it is me to make you wait while I simply play with you?"&nbsp; <br><br>She walks around him in a large circle, appraising every inch of his naked body.&nbsp; "I've never bothered to suspend anyone before, so you'll have to be patient with me while I decide how I can use this new delightful toy."<br><br>Once her circle is complete, she stands in front of him, her hands on his chest.&nbsp; "Hmmm. I wonder what would happen if...."&nbsp; She steps back just a bit and gives the spreader bar a kick just next to his left foot to send him spinning.&nbsp; She uses her hands on his waist until he has spun ten times in one direction.&nbsp; Letting go, she watches him spin back.&nbsp; It's much like she'd seen children do on swings in the park, twisting and twisting until there was no room left on the chains and then letting go, spinning back into place with huge grins on their faces.&nbsp; <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ErikAlanWest</strong> on <strong>03-09-2008, 02:15:09</strong>
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				&nbsp; Christian finally draws a deep breath once Amelie's tickling ceases.&nbsp; Letting it out slowly, he draws another.&nbsp; The pain in his shoulders begins to worsen, so he slows his breathing to normal before trying to speak.&nbsp; "You don't need to worry about me hurting Masters.&nbsp; I'm not a violent guy... at least, I never was.&nbsp; And as far as me fucking him, I think you choosing me is the most fucking he's gonna get."<br><br>&nbsp; As Amelie circles him, Christian keeps his eyes down.&nbsp; He lets her speak without interruption, and finds himself getting mildly aroused at her somewhat diabolic speech.&nbsp; When she finally stops and stands before him, he focuses his eyes on her feet.&nbsp; Her hands on his chest cause him to inhale sharply, and his shoulders tense again.&nbsp; <em>Ow.&nbsp; If I'm not careful tonight, I'm gonna be sore tomorrow.&nbsp; It's been a couple years since I've been up like this, so I gotta take it easy on the shoulder strain.</em><br><br>&nbsp; Amelie's next action throws his entire plan out the window.&nbsp; The rotation of the chain twists the links painfully against his wrists.&nbsp; Christian bites off curses as his hands and arms are pinched several times, leaving nasty welts.&nbsp; As the chain twists, it also contracts, which pulls Chris further into the air, taxing his already throbbing shoulders.&nbsp; <em>I really, really, <span class="bbc_u">really</span> hope that was an accident.<br></em><br>&nbsp; When the chain begins to finally, mercifully, unwind, Christian sags loosely.&nbsp; His eyes are clenched shut, and a trickle of blood runs from the corner of his mouth where he has bitten himself.&nbsp; His voice is a hoarse gasp, although it still carries a hint of humor, "Please... don't do that..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>03-09-2008, 02:45:15</strong>
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				Amelie has no desire to cause permanent damage.&nbsp; Or less, cause enough damage that she'd have to delay his change.&nbsp; If she broke a bone or did some other damage, she'd be forced to wait until he was repaired before continuing with him.&nbsp; She let the chain down a notch so that he could gain a bit more purchase with his feet, almost supporting his weight on the balls of his feet, but keeping him somewhat off balance.<br><br>"I'm sorry, Chris.&nbsp; I didn't mean to hurt you."&nbsp; Amelie licks the dribble of blood off his chin.&nbsp; "God, you taste so good....It takes me an enormous amount of self control to not just feast on your sweet nectar."&nbsp; <br><br>She appraises his physical state and decides he can probably handle more. What to do? What to do? Amelie places her hands on his hips and bends in to lick his nipples, until they become tight ridge lumps.&nbsp; She teases them with her tongue and pulls them tightly.&nbsp; She nips him gently on his left nipple and lets some of his blood flow into her mouth.&nbsp; These little bites don't do much to feed her, but it is still tasty fun.&nbsp; She nips his right nipple and makes a matching little nip and sip.&nbsp; She is nothing if not equitable.<br><br>"You know.&nbsp; Literature only talks about vampires drinking from the jugular..." Amelie says as her hand moves to his scrotum.&nbsp; "Know one seems to talk about other places vampires can bite."&nbsp; She finds his pulse on the femoral artery just below his vas deferens and holds her finger there, until she can feel his heart beat throbbing through her whole hand.&nbsp; <br><br>She lets go of him and moves to her workbench.&nbsp; She finds the flogger she had used before, the one with the thousand points of pain, and turns back to him. <br><br>"Let's see how you do with this one today.&nbsp; I think the pain is different when your arms are up above your head, eh?"&nbsp; She moved behind him and aimed at his lower right back, just above his buttocks.&nbsp; She uses slightly more force than she did previously.&nbsp; Just a tad more. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ErikAlanWest</strong> on <strong>03-09-2008, 05:33:16</strong>
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				&nbsp; Christian sighs and lets his weight rest on his feet, as much as he is allowed by the slack in the chain anyway.&nbsp; His shoulders are sore, his forearms and hands are lacerated in dozens of places, although few were deep enough to bleed any real amount.&nbsp; <em>I wonder if that is gonna have any effect on her 'punishment' tonight.</em><br><br>&nbsp; When Chris sees her choice of toys, any doubt about Amelie's mood is quickly removed.&nbsp; <em>Oh yeah, she's on now.&nbsp; I can brace my lower back without twisting my shoulders too much.&nbsp; Just a matter of when.</em><br><br>&nbsp; Christian lets a small moan escape him as the flogger connects.&nbsp; He had been bracing for the blow as he had intended, but the real reason for his impressive tolerance for pain is his total numbness.&nbsp; The agony of having his shoulders wrenched so brutally is still washing from his body, and the adrenalin still coursing through his veins absorbs much of the pain from the blow.<br><br>&nbsp; Christian smiles slightly and raises his head, looking at Amelie for the first time since they had begun, "You plan on doing that again, right?&nbsp; You might try a bit harder..."&nbsp; <em>Although that last one<strong> is </strong>starting to sting.</em><br><br>&nbsp; "I do have a question.&nbsp; Is it true about how it feels?&nbsp; I mean, when a vampire feeds on you?&nbsp; Does it feel incredible, or does it just hurt?"&nbsp; Christian raises an eyebrow, "I mean, you have to feed from me seven times, right?&nbsp; Is there a limit on how soon you can do so?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>03-09-2008, 06:33:43</strong>
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				"How soon?&nbsp; I fed on you last night, that was once.&nbsp; I will say every man I have...drained...has had either an erection or come all over his pants when I'm done, so it must feel all right," she says.&nbsp; &nbsp;"In truth, I don't remember what it was like for me.&nbsp; It was so long ago.&nbsp; Your own research can attest to my age, and my memory of the event is...let's say...a little fuzzy."&nbsp; <br><br>She rubs her hands across the rising welts on his back, soothing them a bit with her touch.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;"I'll feed on you tonight, again.&nbsp; Though, I doubt you'll find my little bites very satisfying if you enjoy the flogger so much.&nbsp; they could hardly compare in pain."&nbsp; She rubs the flogger along his neck and arms.&nbsp; Letting it tickle him around the neck just a bit.<br><br>"A little harder, eh?"&nbsp; Amelie cocks her head to one side and thinks for a moment.&nbsp; "I could cut you in half with this, if I wanted to, you know.&nbsp; But, as you wish--a little bit harder, then."&nbsp; Amelie pulls the flogger back and lets it fly hitting on the other side with a tad more force than the last one.&nbsp; In truth, she doesn't want to make permanent marks on him.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ErikAlanWest</strong> on <strong>04-09-2008, 22:23:02</strong>
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				&nbsp; Christian smiles to himself as Amelie prepares to strike again.&nbsp; <em>Maybe she's starting to respect my strength a bit.&nbsp; That's something, at least.</em><br><br>&nbsp; The blow is much more painful than he had anticipated, but nothing Chris can't handle.&nbsp; The adrenalin has finally left his system, so he can feel every point of pain that sparks across his back.&nbsp; The agony is exquisite, although he still finds himself frustrated that Amelie must hold back so much.<br><br>&nbsp; As he takes a shaking breath, Christian shakes his head, "I don't exactly enjoy the flogger, <em>per se</em>.&nbsp; It's more about proving to you I'm strong enough.&nbsp; You don't want a wimp by your side for eternity, and I don't want you to think there is one."<br><br>&nbsp; He grins widely, "Hell, you haven't even drawn blood and you're worried about hurting me?&nbsp; How soft do you think I am, really?"&nbsp; <em>Easy stud, you're gonna get yourself hurt really bad if you don't cool the bravado right now.</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>04-09-2008, 22:55:43</strong>
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				"Ah..."&nbsp; Amelie says, amused.&nbsp; "The strength of any human could hardly..." <br><br>Still.&nbsp; It doesn't necessarily have to do with physical strength.&nbsp; Will. Determination.&nbsp; "Let's see how flexible you are, shall we?"&nbsp; Amelie had been envisioning Chris fully suspended since he'd hung the pulley.&nbsp; She rummages through a drawer on her work bench to see what she can find, but there are no hooks of the kind she wants.&nbsp; She lookes about the room and finds nothing to make a hook out of.&nbsp; She leaves him for a moment to go into her bedroom, grabs the log poker from near the fireplace--it ismerely decorative after all, and returns to the room.<br><br>Standing in front of him, she says, "Have you ever bent metal?"&nbsp; She shapes the poker into an S shaped hook and bends down to put the lower loop on the bar at his feet.&nbsp; On her knees now, she closes the lower end of the s around the bar tightly so that it will not slip at all.&nbsp; She tests it by trying to move the newly fashioned ring, it does not budge.&nbsp; She playfully gives his cock a long, full-tongued stroke from the base of his scrotum all the way to the tip.&nbsp; She nips at his inner thighs and stands up.<br><br>She rubs his shoulders a little and, realizes his arms are all wrong.&nbsp; She releases the pulley and let's his weight drop completely to his feet.&nbsp; She removes the chains completely from his wrists.&nbsp; Before he can regain control of his own arms, however, she quickly grabs them and places them at his back, replacing the heavy chain with wide leather cuffs from her workbench.&nbsp; She connects the cuffs on his wrists to the chain on the pulley and guides him gently to his knees with her free hand.&nbsp; After adding another smaller chain to the cuffs, she moves him onto his stomach.&nbsp; She draws the chain on the wrists closer to the hook she has made on the spreader bar, so he is effectively hog-tied on his stomach, legs still spread wide.&nbsp; She hoists him into the air so that he is hanging at a convenient height for her.&nbsp; <br><br>"That doesn't look too comfortable, but it does give me excellent access." Amelie says.&nbsp; She stands with her head between his legs, her hands on his inner thighs.&nbsp; "Do you want me to feed on you, like this?" she asks, her fingers stroking his scrotum.<br><br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ErikAlanWest</strong> on <strong>04-09-2008, 23:20:59</strong>
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				&nbsp; <em>Oh shit, she's getting creative.&nbsp; This could be bad.</em><br><br>&nbsp; Christian's eyes widen as Amelie bends the poker before his eyes.&nbsp; He has indeed bent metal before, but never with the ease and surety of the woman before him.&nbsp; <em>The vampire before me</em>, he corrects.&nbsp; <em>She's a vampire, let's not forget that.&nbsp; Still, if she's that strong, and I'm easily twice her size...</em>&nbsp; He can't help but smile slightly at the idea.<br><br>&nbsp; His smile disappears quickly when Amelie begins situating him as she likes.&nbsp; The release of his arms is heaven, and stretching his shoulders for even a brief moment makes the uncertainty of Amelie's actions fade a bit.&nbsp; Having his wrists secured behind his back doesn't worry Chris, nor do the cuffs.&nbsp; After he lies on his stomach, however, he figures out what is going to happen to him.&nbsp; His fear disappears completely, to be replaced by curiosity.<br><br>&nbsp; As Amelie teases and taunts him, Chris finds his breath coming faster. <em> God, I didn't get this excited before, and that was after two days of foreplay.</em>&nbsp; What is she turning me into?&nbsp; Her fingers are cool against his scrotum, and he can't resist a slight jump at her touch.&nbsp; "I don't honestly know.&nbsp; I mean, how far do your teeth have to go?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>04-09-2008, 23:44:47</strong>
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				"That always scares men,," Amelie says, her hand stroking his cock.&nbsp; "You won't know until I bite."&nbsp; She licked his inner thighs and took put her tongue just where she would need to bite to drink from him there.&nbsp; She placed her teeth on the spot and wiggled them there for just a moment, so he could feel where exactly she was talking about.&nbsp; She steps away abruptly, though and stands in front of him.<br><br>"We have several more nights...maybe we should work up to it," she says.&nbsp; "I wouldn't want to do anything you can't handle."&nbsp; She kisses him on the neck and teases his jugular with a poke.&nbsp; She continues to play with him, poking him in various places that are accessible to her.&nbsp; She does not draw blood at any of them, though.&nbsp; She hoists him a few inches higher so she can stand beneath him, maintaining a grasp on the chain,&nbsp; and opens her mouth, taking his delicious hardness into her.&nbsp; She uses the chain to drop him down into her mouth and throat and then pulls again to hoist him up.&nbsp; She repeats this move, hoisting his body up and down, up and down above her as if her were a feather floating above her on a puff of wind.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ErikAlanWest</strong> on <strong>05-09-2008, 22:29:27</strong>
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				&nbsp; "My God... "&nbsp; Christian is unable to express himself in further detail.&nbsp; The feeling of Amelie taking him into his throat is unbelievable.&nbsp; He has never been deep-throated before, and Jenn hated going down on him despite his pleas and requests.&nbsp; <em>I don't think she liked giving pleasure to other people.&nbsp; Stupid, self-centered bitch anyway.&nbsp; She's my first meal after I turn, I'll see to that myself.</em><br><br>&nbsp; When he can finally find his voice again, Chris does his best to speak between gasps and moans.&nbsp; "You're in control right now, so do whatever you like... fuck... I trust you not to damage me too badly.&nbsp; I highly doubt you... mmmm... you want to spend eternity with a... ah God... a crippled vampire.&nbsp; I trust you to... ah, please, please don't stop... trust you to not break me.&nbsp; Trust me to be strong enough to play with."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>06-09-2008, 00:31:20</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Amelie pulls him up high enough so that he ia full foot above her, his cock rigid above her.&nbsp; <br><br>"All right then..." she said, "You'll have to tell me what you feel when I'm done.&nbsp; If you can."&nbsp; She playfully tugs at his cock with her right hand.&nbsp; "Now, here's what I'll do.&nbsp; I'm going to let you have a fun throat fuck for a while.&nbsp; Then, just before I think you are going to come, I'll stop.&nbsp; Then, I'll feed."&nbsp; <br><br>Amelie continues to use the chain to haul his body up and down above her.&nbsp; She likes the fact that there is no weight on her face even though he looms above her.&nbsp; His body is bent into a bow shape must hurt like hell, but he likes showing off for her...it is obvious by the increased size of his cock, which has grown even larger upon her promise to feed off of him.&nbsp; He really wants it.&nbsp; She is more than happy to oblige. And more hungry than she wants to admit.&nbsp; <br><br>She relaxes her throat and lets him fill her up.&nbsp; Another benefit of not needing to breathe, she thinks as she moves&nbsp; his long thick shaft in and out of her mouth and throat.&nbsp; As she feels him tighten in near climax, she pulls downward on the chain, lifting him entirely off her face.&nbsp; She moves around quickly and licks just where she is going to bite.&nbsp; Her teeth find his vans and she sinks them in.&nbsp; She feeds slowly and deliberately.&nbsp; Taking just enough for the second feeding.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ErikAlanWest</strong> on <strong>06-09-2008, 23:53:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; Christian moans again, still unable to believe she is taking him so deep into her throat.&nbsp; Jenn had tried it once, and a young lady in college had taken him fully, but never with the skill and flair that Amelie is managing.&nbsp; She doesn't need to breathe, idiot, and as old as she is, it's pretty safe to bet she's overcome her gag reflex.<br><br>&nbsp; The idea of her feeding on him at the moment of climax fills his mind, and Chris knows he won't be able to hold back once things reach the critical point.&nbsp; His cock grows harder, and Chris can feel the blood pounding through his veins as Amelie takes him deep over and over again.<br><br>&nbsp; As his orgasm washes over him, Christian cries out and his body stiffens.&nbsp; He can feel his cock begin to twitch, and he knows glorious, glorious release it finally here.<br><br>&nbsp; When Amelie sinks her fangs into his flesh, a second climax rocks his body.&nbsp; Christian thrashes against the chains, pumping his hips in an instinctive reaction so such a powerful orgasm.&nbsp; Every muscle in his impressive body stiffens, but Chris manages to clench his jaw before a second cry can escape him.&nbsp; The sensation of her feeding locks him into a continuous orgasm.&nbsp; Until Amelie is sated, Christian finds himself caught in a constant state of climax.&nbsp; <em>Worse ways to die, I'm sure.</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>07-09-2008, 01:46:40</strong>
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				Amelie stops drinking before she gets carried away.&nbsp; She steps back to watch Chris hanging and thrashing around at the end of his climax.&nbsp; &nbsp;She lowers the chain until his body is on the floor and removes the spreader bar and cuffs, releasing him entirely from his bonds.&nbsp; <br><br>She stands there waiting for him to stand up on his own.&nbsp; She is not entirely sure he will be able to stand, but she suspects he will try...he has proven sufficiently stubborn in his will to show her just how strong a human is.&nbsp; <br><br>"You can have a little of mine if you can take it from me," she challenges.&nbsp; She spins away and dashes into her bedroom, waiting to see if he will follow.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ErikAlanWest</strong> on <strong>07-09-2008, 03:32:00</strong>
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				&nbsp; Christian sighs against the cold floor.&nbsp; <em>That... was worth every moment on that chain.</em><br><br>&nbsp; Propping himself up on his knees and palms, Chris slowly pushes his way to his feet.&nbsp; Wobbling a bit, he leans against the wall and tries to test his legs.&nbsp; They still shake slightly, but he can stand.&nbsp; <em>Oh girl, you left me with enough strength to stand.&nbsp; You are gonna regret that.&nbsp; Then again...</em><br><br>&nbsp; Christian pushes away from the wall and shakes his head, clearing away the stupor of his orgasm.&nbsp; As his mind unclouds, he recalls the challenge Amelie had posed to him.&nbsp; "If I can take it from you, huh?&nbsp; I might not be a vampire, but I'm pretty sure I acquire a taste."&nbsp; Chris follows slowly, since the blood loss has drained him physically, but he is still determined to make Amelie proud of her decision.<br><br>&nbsp; The door stands ajar, and Christian leans against the frame as he appraises the room and, more importantly, Amelie.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>08-09-2008, 05:26:16</strong>
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				"Actually, I'm just toying with you," Amelie says.&nbsp; She moves from place to place in the room with speed.&nbsp; To a human eye it appears as if she magically shifts position and place to place in the room.&nbsp; "As a human, there's no way you can catch me unless I want you to.&nbsp; It's not a problem, though.&nbsp; Since I want you to."<br><br>Amelie stops in front of him and gently bites her own wrist.&nbsp; She smiles and offers her the drop of blood that appears there.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ErikAlanWest</strong> on <strong>09-09-2008, 02:01:08</strong>
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				&nbsp; Christian folds his arms across his chest, somehow finding the nerve to smirk at the ancient, powerful, beautifully deadly vampiress before him.&nbsp; He watches Amelie dart about the room, wondering if she was running, flying, or somehow psychoporting from place to place.<br><br>&nbsp; When Amelie finally stops and approaches, Chris unfolds his arms.&nbsp; The excitement of her offering has the blood pounding through his body, but the lack of blood is rapidly draining his strength.&nbsp; He gently takes her hand and presses his lips to the wound.<br><br>&nbsp; The first taste nearly stops his heart.&nbsp; Inhuman strength fills his veins and pounds in his ears, but the infusion is fleeting.&nbsp; The first cramping wave of pain washes across his body, and Christian clings to Amelie's arm, trying to drink again.&nbsp; His hands spasm, and Chris falls to the floor, holding his shaking hands across his stomach.&nbsp; "What... why does... it hurt...?"<br><br>&nbsp; As the pain begins to abate, Chris manages to pull himself to his knees.&nbsp; He sits back on his heels, staring up at Amelie.&nbsp; "Ow."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>09-09-2008, 02:12:02</strong>
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				Amelie cocks her head at him and says, "Did I forget to mention that it hurts?"&nbsp; She doesn't recall the omission.&nbsp; Still, it's too late for him to turn back.&nbsp; <br><br>"It hurts more if you try it all at once."&nbsp; She reaches down and picks him up like a child in her arms.&nbsp; She carries him over to the bed and drops him gently onto its firm surface.&nbsp; She holds her arm up again, "A bit more tonight.&nbsp; You can handle it." Amelie reassures him.&nbsp; She situates herself so that she is holding him with his head in her lap, her still dripping arm over his face.&nbsp; <br><br>As she waits for him to spasm in pain, a kindle of recognitions shoots through her memory.&nbsp; It had been painful for her, too, though the physical memory of it had disappeared.&nbsp; She knew with her intellect that it had happened, but the actual feelings she had had were wiped clean.&nbsp; She'd heard humans experience something similar with childbirth.&nbsp; "If we remembered how fucking painful it was to give birth to a baby, we'd only do it once," she'd heard many women say that while cackling over coffees.<br><br>"Drink and sleep.&nbsp; You only have four more nights of sleep left to you in the world.&nbsp; After that...you will have no more dreams or nightmares."&nbsp; Five more drinks and he would be part of her forever.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ErikAlanWest</strong> on <strong>10-09-2008, 22:23:02</strong>
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				&nbsp; As the pain once more ravages the nerves in his body, Christian fights back against the violent shudder that tries to wrack him.&nbsp; Focusing on Amelie's face, locking his gaze on her eyes, he is able to keep himself relatively still.<br><br>&nbsp; "No dreams?&nbsp; The nightmares I can do without, but no dreams either?&nbsp; Wouldn't you go insane?"&nbsp; Chris still dreams occasionally, and these brief moments of nightly rest are all that make his days endurable.&nbsp; So no nightmares, no dreams, and no peace.<br><br>&nbsp; The feeling of razors being pulled across his flesh begins to fade, and a slight euphoric feeling replaces the pain.&nbsp; Christian idly wonders if this is a side effect of the blood loss and pain, or if her blood would do this every time.&nbsp; Maybe this is to make up for the lack of sleep.&nbsp; "So... I'm kinda tripping right now.&nbsp; Is this normal?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>10-09-2008, 22:54:24</strong>
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				"Ah..." Amelie says, "feeding can...be quite pleasurable in many ways.&nbsp; Wait until you gorge yourself on someone the first time.&nbsp; It is...exquisite.&nbsp; Especially if that person has harmed you in the past.&nbsp; It more than makes up for no dreams.&nbsp; Dreaming is a human activity, we don't need them to stay sane as our brains...don't tire or need the same kind of rest."<br><br>Amelie strokes his face with both hands and kisses him.&nbsp; "The euphoria you are feeling is stronger sometimes than others.&nbsp; I've had plenty of meals where there is none.&nbsp; Certainly not from a bag...where, I'm afraid, we will get most of our meals.&nbsp; I can't go more than a few months without...finding something fresh.&nbsp; But I try to be select in my choices so that the authorities don't care or get too involved.&nbsp; It's&nbsp; a sad sorry state of affairs.&nbsp; But, the price for living a long, long time."<br><br>Amelie held Chris to her, the feeling of his body pressed against hers divine.&nbsp; The smell of his blood still filled her with her own happy state.&nbsp; She did not want to wait another five nights to complete this, but she refrained from jumping ahead.<br><br>"Sleep, dear one.&nbsp; The tailor will come tomorrow with a tux, and will fit you for an entire wardrobe.&nbsp; He does a delightful job with UV protected fabrics.&nbsp; He thinks I have a weird sun phobia.&nbsp; He's adorable, you'll like him."<br><br>Amelie ran her hands through his hair, idly hoping he wouldn't fall asleep. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ErikAlanWest</strong> on <strong>15-09-2008, 22:22:49</strong>
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				&nbsp; Christian sighs and closes his eyes.&nbsp; Amelie's fingers combing through his hair feels heavenly and he can feel sleep threatening his consciousness.&nbsp; However, he has different plans for the evening, and sleep is not high on his list of priorities.<br><br>&nbsp; Chris takes her hands in his and rolls onto his side, facing Amelie.&nbsp; He kisses her softly, then flicks his tongue across her lips to catch an errant drop of his blood that she had missed.&nbsp; Even his own blood tastes good.<br><br>&nbsp; "I already have a tux, but I suppose it couldn't hurt to get fitted for... future endeavors.&nbsp; I'm more than a little touchy about my clothes, so I hope he doesn't get easily offended."&nbsp; Chris grins widely, although his pale complexion ruins the image a tad.&nbsp; "I don't spoil myself often, so I do take my few luxuries seriously."<br><br>&nbsp; Chris lets his gaze drop from Amelie's eyes and lightly traces his fingers along her cheek.&nbsp; His fingertips barely touch her as he strokes her jaw and glides his thumb across her lips.&nbsp; He presses another kiss to her lips, much more fierce than the last.&nbsp; When it ends, he stays against her.<br><br>&nbsp; His voice is a husky whisper as his hand slides further, plunging his fingers into her hair, "If the tailor is coming tomorrow night, what did you have planned this evening, Miss Bayonelle?"&nbsp; A devilish look flashes across Christian's eyes.&nbsp; It isn't hard to guess what he wants her answer to be.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>16-09-2008, 00:26:02</strong>
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				"I like the way you think, Mr. Cross," she says, their lips still touching.&nbsp; She kisses him passionately, grasping his hands with hers, she stretches his arms out to either side of him as she rolls on top of him--locking their fingers together.&nbsp; She straddles his lower chest and leans over him, kissing him hungrily, her tongue finding his.&nbsp; <br><br>Her hair falls on either side of his face, creating a curtain on each side.&nbsp; She stops kissing him for a moment and says,"I want to fuck your brains out, Mr. Cross.&nbsp; That's what I have in mind."<br><br>She resumes kissing him hungrily, releases his arms and moves her hand back to is thick head of hair.&nbsp; She wraps the short strands around her fingers and pulls gently as they kiss.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ErikAlanWest</strong> on <strong>16-09-2008, 02:35:12</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; Christian smiles as Amelie reveals her plans, but before he can form a reply she is kissing him again.&nbsp; Her mouth blinds him to anything else, and he almost wishes his hands were free so he could wrap her in them.<br><br>&nbsp; Almost.&nbsp; When Amelie twines her fingers through his hair, pulling a bit, Christian finally feels the fear of immortality vanish.&nbsp; <em>I'm glad forever won't be just chains and floggers.</em>&nbsp; He slips his now-free hand around her torso and strokes her back lightly, dragging his fingers gently along her spine.&nbsp; <em>Time to check.</em><br><br>&nbsp; "I can't argue with those plans.&nbsp; But... can we skip the toys tonight?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>16-09-2008, 02:40:34</strong>
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				"Had enough suspension for one day, eh? " Amelie giggles into his shoulder.&nbsp; "I'll only give you pain when you want it.&nbsp; Or deserve it..."&nbsp; She sits up on and begins to massage his chest. <br><br>She feels the familiar aching and longing as his fingers move up and down her spine.&nbsp; She lets out a low purr of anticipation and eagerness.&nbsp; Her neck rolls upward in response as her fingers tease his nipples gently.&nbsp; <br><br>"You are indeed a nice specimen of a man," she says.&nbsp; "How are you feeling, anyway?"&nbsp; He had surprised her in so many ways that she isn't sure what to think about him.&nbsp; She is frankly shocked he is able to move, let alone have sex after his latest drink.&nbsp; Her hands move&nbsp; his shoulders, releasing his tension held there with firm movements.&nbsp; She is capable of giving quite a deep massage.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ErikAlanWest</strong> on <strong>17-09-2008, 16:23:00</strong>
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				&nbsp; Christian sighs as Amelie works his tense, aching muscles with strong hands.&nbsp; He can feel her touch giving him strength, not to mention the blood pounding inside him.&nbsp; "Mmmm, don't be afraid to use more pressure."&nbsp; His eyes sparkle when he gives her a lopsided grin, "You won't break me."<br><br>&nbsp; Chris slides his hands down and around her sides, letting his fingers glide under her breasts, working her pectorals with his thumbs.&nbsp; He cups her breasts and circles his thumbs around, never actually touching her nipples.&nbsp; "And to answer your question, I feel just fine.&nbsp; I'm a bit sore, but that isn't likely to stop me."&nbsp; Chris lifts his head and finally takes her nipple in his mouth, his teeth only pressing once.<br><br>&nbsp; After a moment Chris shifts his attention a bit.&nbsp; Leaving soft, hot kisses down her chest, Christian cranes his neck to flick his tongue across her sternum, then looks to her and smiles.&nbsp; Once again he kisses Amelie, and this time he doesn't pull back.&nbsp; His body arches upward, lifting her with him, and he pulls her tight against him.&nbsp; Even drained of blood and fairly exhausted, his strength and desire is still impressive.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>17-09-2008, 17:11:22</strong>
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				Amelie adds some pressure to her his neck as he kisses her chest.&nbsp; His gentle kisses tickle and she giggles a little.&nbsp; As he pulls her tight against him, Amelie lets her body mold itself into his.&nbsp; She puts her face against his neck and kisses gently.&nbsp; She wants so badly to draw blood but she resists.&nbsp; It will be time soon enough.<br><br>"Chris," she says against his neck, "Why do you want this?"&nbsp; <br><br>Was it just the immortality he craved?&nbsp; The strength she would give him?&nbsp; What would he do with it?&nbsp; She wants to hear more than that.&nbsp; She is surprised to find herself thinking in terms of having someone to spend time with...to care for...to, perhaps, even love again.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ErikAlanWest</strong> on <strong>18-09-2008, 22:15:16</strong>
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				&nbsp; Christian feels himself blanch a bit.&nbsp; <em>I already asked her what role I would have with her in the future, and she told me it was all about her.&nbsp; How can I explain that I want to be here, that I want to be with her, if she only wants me as a companion?&nbsp; She can read my slightest tick and know the truth, so I can't lie and say I don't care for her.&nbsp; Shit.</em><br><br>&nbsp; "I guess I want my time to mean something.&nbsp; I haven't done anything really important in my life.&nbsp; I have few friends, and those I do have aren't very close.&nbsp; No family to miss me, no wife to leave widowed, no kids tragically left behind.&nbsp; My entire life has meant nothing, and I guess the world won't miss me when I die."<br><br>&nbsp; Chris takes her hands, and a small note of pain enters his voice, "I was hoping that with an eternity before me, I might be someone important, even if I have to work behind the scenes.&nbsp; Even if nobody will know I did any of it."&nbsp; He meets her eyes finally, and his voice trembles, "Even if I only mean something to one person."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>19-09-2008, 00:34:57</strong>
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				Amelie brings his hands to her lips and kisses them gently.&nbsp; "Or one old vamp?"&nbsp; she says, her eyes twinkling at him.&nbsp; She can see he desires her approval, needs her love.&nbsp; He is an empty shell of a human in so many ways.&nbsp; "you know...you are young...you will continue to be Mr. Christian Cross, attorney at law,&nbsp; for many years.&nbsp; The friends you have now will be amazed at how well you age...But, you can sort of live as you are for along time.&nbsp; I've done it many times.&nbsp; They eventually look at you with suspicious eyes, intrigue, and sometimes hope.&nbsp; Other vamps give in easily and create newlings without much thought. I can't do that. There are downsides to this, after all."<br><br>Amelie lays her chin against his chest and closes her eyes.&nbsp; "I've lived many lives now...You have seen the legal trail.&nbsp; You'll lay out another one for yourself eventually."&nbsp; <br><br>"You may love me, Chris, if you wish," she says, sure he needs that.&nbsp; "I am offering it in return as a possibility...but I've been...hurt...my love is not very easily given away.&nbsp; I can't promise it to you as a panacea for all you seek, either."&nbsp; <br><br>She squeezes his hands gently and opens her eyes, looking again into his. <br><br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ErikAlanWest</strong> on <strong>10-11-2008, 13:37:26</strong>
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				&nbsp; Christian smile and runs his fingers through her hair, placing a soft kiss on Amelie's forehead,&nbsp; "I suppose a possibility is enough to hope for, for now.&nbsp; I already care for you a great deal, you know that.&nbsp; Even if you never feel the same, I want to stay here with you.&nbsp; You see potential in me that no one else does."<br><br>&nbsp; "You said you've been hurt before."&nbsp; Chris raises her hands in his lips and returns her kiss.&nbsp; "You never have to fear that from me.&nbsp; I'm giving you my life to take whenever you want, and my heart is yours already.&nbsp; Hurting you is the last thing I would ever do.&nbsp; I'd sooner walk into the sun."<br><br>&nbsp; Christian wraps his hands around her waist and scoots his body backwards, holding her in his lap.&nbsp; He kisses her neck softly, then meets her eyes, "Tell me how you became a vampire.&nbsp; I'll understand if you can't, or if it's too painful.&nbsp; I just want to know more about you.&nbsp; Not as a vampire, but the woman you were before."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>10-11-2008, 18:10:37</strong>
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				Amelie lets out a low chuckle. "The woman I was before?"&nbsp; she repeats.&nbsp; She hasn't thought of that time in her life for years.&nbsp; <br><br>"I was a wild thing.&nbsp; I always went against social conventions.&nbsp; In those days...women weren't allowed to do much.&nbsp; Father's gave away their daughters in trade for money, land or position depending on what was needed at the time.&nbsp; My father had promised me to an old duke.&nbsp; I mean old.&nbsp; I met him, and I immediately found him so repulsive that I told my father I'd rather die than marry him.&nbsp; My father told me to grow up and do my duty.&nbsp; I was married to the old geezer.&nbsp; Disgusting creature really.&nbsp; The only good thing was that he was so old, he was mostly impotent.&nbsp; He'd come to my chamber once a week, mount me, get off and go to his own room.&nbsp; I'd endure his bad breath and body odor while he did his thing.&nbsp; After, I would get up and wash as soon as he was gone.&nbsp; He never spent the night in my bed."<br><br>Amelie nuzzles her head against Christian's neck before continuing.<br><br>"Boring.&nbsp; Nothing short of boring.&nbsp; Then, I started having lovers.&nbsp; Many lovers.&nbsp; The groom, the butler, the neighbors.&nbsp; I became wanton.&nbsp; A slut by today's standards.&nbsp; One of the groom boys taught me about sex and how much fun it can be.&nbsp; I got to the point where I would fuck just about any man that came along.&nbsp; Then, my husband moved us into Paris for the season.&nbsp; We weren't in the country any more, but in a place filled with so many delightful strangers.&nbsp; One night, at the opera--I've always loved opera, I met my maker.&nbsp; He was dark.&nbsp; Sophisticated.&nbsp; He hid his nature very well. I sneaked out to meet him every night for months.&nbsp; Finally, he started to change me, without telling me what he was doing.&nbsp; By the time I realized what was happening, it was too late.&nbsp; And, I wanted it at much as he did.&nbsp; We feasted on my husband the first night I was a vamp.&nbsp; The authorities called it death by old age.&nbsp; He was rich.&nbsp; As his widow--well...it was the start of what you see today.&nbsp; A couple hundred years of wise investing."<br><br>Amelie shifts and kisses Chris on the cheek then the lips.&nbsp; "I turned someone else, though, later.&nbsp; For my own.&nbsp; He in turn, tried to kill me.&nbsp; He burned me badly and it took me years to recover.&nbsp; You' have probably already noted that there is a long lapse of activity in my history...That was when I lay low, under ground, barely surviving.&nbsp; I have been reluctant to create anyone new.&nbsp; But, when I saw you by the road, something told me you--you would be mine and wholly mine if I turned you."<br><br>She licks at his neck, her teeth grazing him temptingly.&nbsp; Her hunger was strong. But she knew the wait would be worth it.&nbsp; <br><br>"So, Mr. Cross...are you still interested in this slutty old vamp?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ErikAlanWest</strong> on <strong>10-11-2008, 20:32:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; Christian smiles slyly, "Slutty?&nbsp; I doubt that.&nbsp; You're powerful, ruthless, resourceful, and have a strong awareness of what you want and how you can get it, but I wouldn't describe you as slutty by any means.&nbsp; And if anyone else calls you something like that..."&nbsp; Christian's perfect smile holds the promise of predatory revenge against anyone foolish enough to insult his lover.<br><br>&nbsp; Chris lifts her chin and meets her eyes before he kisses her urgently.&nbsp; His lips move along her jawline, and he lightly nips her earlobe.&nbsp; "Wanton, on the other hand, might suit you nicely, I think.&nbsp; What do you think, Miss Bayonelle?&nbsp; Is that an appropriate adjective for my employer?"&nbsp; His mouth presses against her neck hard enough to leave a love bruise on a mortal woman, but his teeth stay away from her skin.<br><br>&nbsp; "I do have a few questions first, if you don't mind me asking."&nbsp; His hands slide down her hips, his strong fingers working the muscles of her thighs.&nbsp; "First of all, what happened to the one who made you?&nbsp; Did he simply leave you after he was through with you?&nbsp; And what happened to the one who betrayed you?&nbsp; Is he still around?"&nbsp; Christian's growl leaves no question as to why he is asking.&nbsp; "I'm sure the two of us could easily take care of any loose strings from your past, once my change is finished."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>10-11-2008, 20:43:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Amalie gives him full reign on her neck, enjoying his kisses and near nibbles.&nbsp; She moans lowly when he presses his mouth against her neck, wishing he could bite her, drink from her now.&nbsp; <br><br>"The first...he's still around somewhere.&nbsp; He creates a new vamp...uses her for a decade and drops her.&nbsp; There are a string of us.&nbsp; I'm surprised we haven't taken care of him...the other though..." Amalie grips him by the sides of the head and kisses him tenderly on the lips.&nbsp; As she parts lips, she holds him close, their lips almost touching, her eyes meeting his.&nbsp; "I hunted him down and killed him--and everyone he was with.&nbsp; I don't do well with such betrayal."&nbsp; Her voice is a low whisper and is filled with a warning only a fool would miss.<br><br><br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ErikAlanWest</strong> on <strong>13-11-2008, 14:13:11</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; Christian watches Amelie's eyes for a moment.&nbsp; <em>Such a dangerous, beautiful woman and she's worried about me skipping out on her?</em>&nbsp; "Well, I can't just ask you to trust me."&nbsp; His voice is a husky whisper, and his eyes hold a roguish glint, "So I'll just have to prove to you that you can put your faith in me."<br><br>&nbsp; Chris once more presses his mouth to Amelie's throat, but now his teeth drag across her skin.&nbsp; His hands work deeper into the muscles of her thighs, pulling her hips tightly against him as he lets his tongue flicker across the drop of blood welling at her throat.&nbsp; The feel of her flesh on his, hot and wet and ready, is driving him to distraction.&nbsp; Already he can feel himself growing hard, and the resistance of pressing against her only arouses him more.<br><br>&nbsp; "Is there anything in particular that I can do for you?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>14-11-2008, 17:34:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Amelie laughs at him for his amazing ability to recover so quickly from things.&nbsp; &nbsp;She feels a slight chill as she realizes she just might not be able to control him when he was turned.&nbsp; Ah...well...it is a chance worth taking to have a man like Christian by her side.&nbsp; No telling what they could do.&nbsp; <br><br>"Oh...my love...perhaps...a little sweet vanilla sex would be called for...and then, you must rest.&nbsp; Tomorrow will be here soon enough," she said.&nbsp; Her hand moving to his sex, checking his current status of arousal.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ErikAlanWest</strong> on <strong>15-01-2010, 17:31:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; Christian shivers at Amelie's touch.&nbsp; Every nerve still feels raw and full of electricity as his lover's blood pounds through his veins.&nbsp; Phantom pains still shoot through his flesh from his latest drink, and nausea twists his stomach into a tight knot.&nbsp; Despite the eagerness of his body, Chris recognizes the impending finish to the night's activities as a bitterness coats his tongue.<br><br>&nbsp; "I... I don't know if... right now would be... the *urk* best... time..."&nbsp; Chris rolls from the bed and hurries to the bathroom, his legs notably less than stable.&nbsp; He manages to do what needs to be done without any undo mess, and only a small retching sound escapes the bathroom.<br><br>&nbsp; When the wave passes, Chris rests his forehead against the cool side of the bowl.&nbsp; He lifts his head long enough to flush, but as the water swirls away his eyes catch a flash of redness.&nbsp; The water is maroon with stolen blood.&nbsp; A brief flash of concern over how much or little might be his is swept away by another bout of heaving.&nbsp; <em>Not my best showing after all.</em><br><br>&nbsp; Once again, the side of the toilet is cool and refreshing against Chris' feverish skin.&nbsp; Closing his eyes, he scolds himself.&nbsp; <em>Vegetarian for years, and now you wanna be all macho and drink raw blood every day.&nbsp; Idiot.&nbsp; No wonder you're puking.&nbsp; Besides, when was the last time you ate a real meal?&nbsp; Something besides an apple, or a lettuce and dressing "salad?"&nbsp; Being strong and resilient is fine, but you've gotta eat if you want to keep up with this woman.</em><br><br>&nbsp; Chris spits once, wipes his mouth, then runs water in the sink.&nbsp; He splashes his face with cold water, shocking himself alert as the icy water hits his hot flesh.&nbsp; Chris cups more and repeats the process, then dunks his head down under the frigid stream.&nbsp; Water trickles down his chest and back when he stands, washing away the sweat of the past hour, but he still finds his legs a bit unsteady.&nbsp; The coppery taste of blood still coats his tongue.&nbsp; <em>I wonder if any of that blood was mine after all.</em>&nbsp; He banishes the thought before his traitorous stomach can turn on him again and glances at himself in the mirror.<br><br>&nbsp; For a moment, he breath catches in his throat.&nbsp; A faint glimmer of fluorescent lighting catches in his eyes, reflecting a cat-like sheen.&nbsp; <em>Just a trick of the light.&nbsp; No big deal.&nbsp; I'm tired, my head's fuzzy, and I thought I saw something I didn't.&nbsp; It happens.&nbsp; Riiiiight.</em>&nbsp; Christian decides to ask Amelie about this.<br><br>&nbsp; Amelie.&nbsp; She would still be waiting for him in bed.&nbsp; Expecting her strong and masculine mate to come back and demonstrate his manly power.&nbsp; Chris briefly snorted weak laughter.&nbsp; He'd be lucky if he could make it to the bed without falling, much less fuck a centuries-old vampiress to her contentment.&nbsp; He sighs and opens the bathroom door, focusing on laying one foot in front of the other.&nbsp; <em>Make it to the bed and you'll be golden.&nbsp; Just... get to... the bed.</em><br><br>&nbsp; "I'm sorry about that, my stomach is being a puss tonight."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>18-01-2010, 06:48:30</strong>
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				Amelie sits up and listens to Chris' struggle in the bathroom.&nbsp; She hadn't lied when she said she didn't remember how things felt as she changed.&nbsp; Pain was relative, anyway.&nbsp; She'd been through worse pain than her transformation all those years ago.&nbsp; Burning was worse, that she knew.<br><br>She could see the pallor of his skin was such that she dare not push him further.&nbsp; He was still human.&nbsp; The way he could barely make it to the bed told her enough was enough.&nbsp; For now.<br><br>"Ah...you will get used to it.&nbsp; Each night will be a bit more than the one before, until you are fully transformed and capable of drinking an entire human, "she says.<br><br>She flips the covers up on the bed to reveal the cool sheets, beckoning for him to crawl in.&nbsp; "Sleep.&nbsp; You need sleep.&nbsp; We have eternity for the rest."<br><br><br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ErikAlanWest</strong> on <strong>19-01-2010, 07:19:06</strong>
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				&nbsp; Christian nods wearily and shuffles to the bed.&nbsp; He keeps his eyes downcast, trying to hide the feeling of shame that threatens to overload his exhausted brain.&nbsp; "I know I need rest, I just hate sleeping."<br><br>&nbsp; Climbing into bed, Chris slowly reclines, his tight muscles grudgingly unwinding.&nbsp; Once comfortable, he rolls onto his side, a boyish smile lighting his face.&nbsp; "When I'm awake, I'm with the woman of my dreams.&nbsp; When I'm asleep, I'm trapped with the nightmares of my life."&nbsp; He sighs and chuckles, "I almost can't wait until I don't have to dream anymore."<br><br>&nbsp; His eyes stay on Amelie, watching her face, tracing the curve of her silken throat with his gaze.&nbsp; Soon his eyelids close and his breath slows and becomes even.<br><br>&nbsp; Yet even in the depths of unconsciousness, something haunts the darkness of his dreams.&nbsp; Nothing more than a slight tremor washing through his body and an occasional, unrecognizable word betray the memories that he fights.<br><br>&nbsp; After a few hours he stills completely, with only his shallow breathing to indicate that he still lives.&nbsp; Christian really does sleep like the dead.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>20-01-2010, 00:13:32</strong>
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				Amelie watched him as he fought for sleep.&nbsp; While she didn't need sleep and no dreams would come to her, she remained by his side.&nbsp; She needed to resist doing to much as she conserved her own energy for his transformation.&nbsp; She could eat nothing until this was completed, and she would get tired and sick before the end.&nbsp; She would be strong this time, and not rush the process.&nbsp; Certainly that was what had ruined it between her and Laurent...her becoming hungry and wanting to finish before he was ready.&nbsp; This time, she'd be careful, not feeding on anyone else and letting Christian be purely of her blood.<br><br>She feigned sleep for a while before sitting up in the bed and watching him.&nbsp; His was a deep sleep, though, so she slipped out of the bed and returned to her study.&nbsp; She looked through a stack of bills, then turned to the window seat and sat, looking out at the meadow beyond the house. Her curtains were wide open at night, and the moon lit up the meadow almost as clearly as the sun would.&nbsp; OR so she imagined.&nbsp; She couldn't remember the sun, though television had brought that back to her in a way.<br><br>She heard Dierdre and Masters awaken and begin their chores.&nbsp; When Masters came in to ask her if she'd like something, she sent him away after ordering him to create a huge meal for Chris.&nbsp; He would be hungry when he woke.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ErikAlanWest</strong> on <strong>23-01-2010, 19:10:36</strong>
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				&nbsp; Christian yawns and stretches, a sleepy smile on his face.&nbsp; Although he still doesn't remember his dreams, he knows the nightmares were mercifully brief the night before.&nbsp; Ms. Amelie Bayonelle has taken up most of his sleeping mind as well as his waking one, and this suits Chris just fine.&nbsp; He tosses the covers back and rolls off of bed, landing on his hands and toes.&nbsp; A dozen quick push-ups in the morning help to clear his head of cobwebs. This little trick he picked up from a college roommate with too many early classes and too many late parties.<br><br>&nbsp; Once his brief eye-opener has been finished, Chris hunts down his clothes and opens the secret panel to the "playroom."&nbsp; Glancing out a window as he heads for shower, Chris sees the sun has barely risen in the sky.&nbsp; He stops and gazes out at the early morning beauty, the still forest air stirring old memories of times better forgotten.<br><br>&nbsp; Christian sighs and resumes his hunt for the elusive shower.&nbsp; Returning to his room, he strips quickly (marveling at how often he's been stripped naked in the past two days,) and climbs into the shower.&nbsp; He turns the heat to maximum, taking a perverse joy at not having to save the hot water for Jen.&nbsp; <em>Maybe Amelie would like to join me in the shower sometime.&nbsp; Hell, she still owes me for the pool.</em>&nbsp; Thoughts of watery revenge occupy his mind as Christian brushes his teeth and shaves.<br><br>&nbsp; Donning a clean suit, Chris heads to the kitchen to scrounge up a quick breakfast.&nbsp; The smell of cooking greats his arrival, and the mounds of food awaiting him send his stomach looping in delight.&nbsp; Masters looks up from the stove, where enormous, fluffy pancakes are being browned four at a time.&nbsp; "Good morning Mr. Cross.&nbsp; Miss Bayonelle informed me that you would be hungry this morning, and since you are a vegetarian, I thought this might serve."<br><br>&nbsp; "I could eat for three days with just what you have on the table.&nbsp; You really don't have to go to all this trouble for me."&nbsp; Christian looks over the spread.&nbsp; Pancakes, fruit, cheese, breads and bagels galore.&nbsp; Juices, jams, and jellies.&nbsp; "Thank you just the same, though."<br><br>&nbsp; Masters gives him a small smile that never quite reaches his eyes.&nbsp; "You're quite welcome, Mr. Cross."<br><br>&nbsp; Christian ignores the slight hostility and helps himself to four of the pancakes, covering them in strawberry preserves.&nbsp; He pours himself a cup of coffee and sits, digging in with unusual gusto.<br><br>&nbsp; Masters finishes the last cakes and adds them to the mound.&nbsp; "If you won't be needing anything else Mr. Cross, I have other matters to attend.&nbsp; Please leave your plate when you're finished, I'll tidy up before I prepare lunch.&nbsp; Do you have any preferences?"<br><br>&nbsp; Chris shakes his head, "I don't know that I'll be here for lunch.&nbsp; I have a handful of meetings today with Amelie's... I mean, uh, Miss Bayonelle's, former employees.&nbsp; I'm planning a massive suit against most of them, and I need the rest to testify."&nbsp; Christian rubs his hands together, an evil little grin on his handsome face, "She's going to be worth billions when I'm done.&nbsp; I'll make her the richest woman on earth, ten times over."<br><br>&nbsp; With both of his morning objectives complete, Christian grabs an apple for the road and heads to the library.&nbsp; He scrawls a short message to Amelie, lays it across the empty desk, then picks up a handful of files and tucks them under one arm.&nbsp; <em>If I hurry, I can just make the first meeting.&nbsp; Gotta be sharp today Cross, we're hustling the big money now.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>03-02-2010, 19:11:47</strong>
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				Amelie is surprised when Masters explains Chris had already eaten and left by the time she returned to the library.&nbsp; She had spent a few hours walking through the moonlit countryside before returning to the house.&nbsp; She'd showered and dressed, assuming Chris was taking his time in the dining room.&nbsp; She instructed Masters to not disturb her.&nbsp; <br><br>She sees the note open on the desk as she enters the library.&nbsp; She picks up the paper and sniffs it first, breathing in his lingering scent.&nbsp; Her hunger is growing and it is still so early in the process.&nbsp; She has days yet to endure.&nbsp; She shoves aside&nbsp; her worry and reads:<br><br>You are the call and I am the answer,<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;You are the wish, and I the fulfillment,<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;You are the night, and I the day.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; What else?&nbsp; It is perfect enough.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; It is perfectly complete,<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; You and I,<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; What more-?<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Strange, how we suffer in spite of this!"<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;- D. H. Lawrence,&nbsp; "Bei Hennef"<br><br>&nbsp; Covered him in College Lit., and I always liked that.<br>&nbsp; My cell is XXX-XXX-XXXX.&nbsp; Call me when you find out about the tuxedo fitting.&nbsp; I have a couple meetings today with some of your former employees, but I can reschedule a few of them.<br>&nbsp; I can't wait to see you in an evening gown.<br>&nbsp; Chris<br><br><br>Amelie puts the paper back to her nose and she sits down in the large chaise lounge, out of the drab gray light barely filtering in through the window.&nbsp; Checking her watch she dials the number he has left her and waits.&nbsp; Not getting an answer, she leaves a message telling him that the fitting is at 2:00.&nbsp; Her tailor would fit and make adjustments all in a short span of time.<br><br>She pictures the various dresses that she had in her closet and tries them on in her mind one by one.&nbsp; She settles on a creamy chiffon Dior number she had purchased in the early 1950's.&nbsp; The bodice was cut low and layers of crushed chiffon were gathered at the left waist by a simple broach.&nbsp; The style clung to her shapely body and showed off all of her curves.&nbsp; She would pull out some jewels to compliment the neckline and her coloring.&nbsp; She thinks Chris will like it as he seems sort of old-fashioned to her in an endearing sort of way.&nbsp; She laughs as she realizes she is worried about what someone else will think of her.&nbsp; It was refreshing to want to please someone else for a shame.<br><br>She pushes the intercom and orders Dierdre to find the dress in the catacomb of clothing storage below.&nbsp; She had lost much of her collection in that fire long ago, but she had made up for it in the last sixty years. <br><br>She leans back into her chaise and picks up a book to kill the time until Chris returns.&nbsp; She wonders what it is, exactly, he is up to.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ErikAlanWest</strong> on <strong>08-02-2010, 23:02:17</strong>
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				&nbsp; "Mister Cross, I'm glad you could make it.&nbsp; I was beginning to worry."&nbsp; The tone of the older gentleman speaking indicates a distinct distaste for tardiness, and such outrageous behavior would not be tolerated.&nbsp; With his white hair perfectly combed, a ghost of a smile always on his neatly-mustachioed lips, and his handsome green eyes sparkling behind $500 Cavalli glasses, Mr. Edmund Webster could pass for a gentleman enjoying a coffee with his equally-dapper son (or perhaps grandson, for he carries the air of wisom about him).&nbsp; Serving as the distinguished 62-year old senior partner of Webster, Grey, and Faust, has given him ample opportunity to hone this image, despite his lack of morals or ethics of any kind.&nbsp; His only concern today is the same as it has always been throughout his entire pitiless life:&nbsp; look out for Number 1.<br><br>&nbsp; "Sorry about the delay Mr. Webster, I won't waste any time with an excuse."&nbsp; Christian smiles, a shark about to take his first bite.&nbsp; "I just wanted to deliver this to you in person, since I didn't think you'd want any of you... associates seeing the contents."&nbsp; He offers a plain manila envelope to the gentleman sitting across from him at the pleasant little coffee shop in downtown Seattle.<br><br>&nbsp; Edmund takes the proffered envelope and unties the string, his eyes showing nothing of the calculations happening behind them.&nbsp; He draws out the papers and begins scanning them.&nbsp; Christian snags a passing waitress and orders a cup of black coffee.&nbsp; He turns back to Mr. Webster in time to note his widened eyes, now carefully noting every word, memorizing each damning line.<br><br>&nbsp; Christian's coffee arrives as Edmund is finishing the last page:&nbsp; a copy of the "adjusted" records from the accounts Amelie Bayonelle had entrusted to Webster, Grey, and Faust.&nbsp; Chris rolls the cup in his palms slowly, enjoying the warmth on his hands, but watches Webster as he lowers the record copy.<br><br>&nbsp; "How much?"<br><br>&nbsp; "One-hundred percent restitution, another twenty-five for interest, another twenty-five to keep quiet," Christian sips his coffee and smiles over the rim, "and a cup of coffee, plus twenty percent tip."<br><br>&nbsp; ...<br><br>&nbsp; As he watches Edmund walk away from the table with the envelope, Christian fishes his phone from his pocket.&nbsp; He checks his messages and smiles again, but not a trace of malice taints it.&nbsp; He listens to Amelie's instructions and checks his watch.&nbsp; <em>Plenty of time.&nbsp; If they all roll over like this, I'll be able to take her to the opera on my commission.</em>&nbsp; He drains his cup, tucks the personal check from Mr. Webster inside his jacket, and lays a $5 on top of the $20 left by his first victim.&nbsp; <em>What the hell, give the waitress a good day too.</em><br><br>&nbsp; Christian climbs into the car, lays his coat over the mound of manila envelopes that crown the passenger seat, and heads back home.&nbsp; Windows open, sleeves rolled up, hair blowing in the wind, Chris enjoys the drive him, chilliness not withstanding.&nbsp; <em>Won't be getting too friendly with the sunshine pretty soon, Junior, best to get it outta your system now.</em><br><br>&nbsp; Chris pulls into the garage at 1:45.&nbsp; He grabs the check from his jacket, starts to tuck it into his shirt pocket, then grins and folds it in half.&nbsp; <em>I did my work for this money.&nbsp; Maybe I'll let her work for it too.</em>&nbsp; He chuckles to himself as he heads inside.<br><br>&nbsp; At the library door Christian knocks lightly and pokes his head in the door.&nbsp; "Miss Bayonelle?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>11-02-2010, 00:15:38</strong>
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				He has been gone a long time, she realizes, but she doesn't want to fret about it.&nbsp; He seemed eager to go through with the ordeal and join her.&nbsp; She'd beenn honest enough, she thought, with him.&nbsp; There wasn't any particular need to go into the negative.&nbsp; The positives outweighed the negative in her mind anyway.&nbsp; They had to.<br><br>Still, a small part of her worried and wondered about his commitment.&nbsp; It&nbsp; was insane.&nbsp; At least partly insane. To fall in love at her age with someone so young.&nbsp; So fresh.&nbsp; And so very much alive.&nbsp; She hears the car approach, the doors opening and closing, his shoes on the floor outside.&nbsp; She knows where&nbsp; he is long before he is sure of&nbsp; where she is.&nbsp; That advantage will disappear soon enough.&nbsp; Soon they will be equal, and her heart beats fast at the thought. <br><br>Amelie looks up and closes the book she has been reading.&nbsp; She does not place a marker for she has read it so many times it is memorized.&nbsp; She smiles to herself, showing no outward signs of her relief and says, "Over here, Mr. Cross."&nbsp; &nbsp;She had moved to a chair deep in the recesses of the library and sits with her legs curled under her comfortably.&nbsp; <br><br>She looks at her watch and sees he has arrived with a few minutes to spare before the tailor is due to arrive.&nbsp; <br><br>"Ah," she says, smiling up at&nbsp; him as he enters,"You made it with time to spare.&nbsp; Tell me, what nefarious deeds have you been up to?'<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ErikAlanWest</strong> on <strong>11-02-2010, 16:21:04</strong>
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				&nbsp; Christian grins broadly, his blue eyes dancing with smug satisfaction as he crosses the room, "I just started my legal war to get back everything those bloodsuckers..."&nbsp; Chris pauses and clears his throat softly, "Sorry.&nbsp; I meant to say, everything those greedy accountants and lawyers were pilfering from your pocket.&nbsp; The first battle was won with a single shot."<br><br>&nbsp; Chris carefully lowers himself to his knees before Amelie, his hands resting on the arms of the chair.&nbsp; His eyes trace the fall of her dark hair, the line of her neck, her iridescent eyes.&nbsp; He shakes his head and laughs softly, his face turning red, "Sorry about that, I just tend to forget what I was saying around you.&nbsp; Anyway, I just had a meeting with Mr. Ed Webster, and he was quite... understanding about the situation.&nbsp; I simply showed him how much money his various employees have siphoned from your accounts, then told him how much it would cost to settle out of court."<br><br>&nbsp; As Christian fills in the details of the transaction, he absently reaches his hand out and takes hers.&nbsp; In the back of his mind he wonders how much strength this dainty hand is truly capable of.&nbsp; How much more will his own massive paws hold after his... <em>Well, suppose I say death?&nbsp; It's sure not a rebirth or a resurrection.&nbsp; Undeath?&nbsp; Is that the right term?</em><br><br>&nbsp; "All the evidence was right in front of him, in the plain black-and-white that he understands.&nbsp; If we took this to court he'd lose a fortune in court costs alone, and we'd still take him for more than the settlement cost.&nbsp; No publicity for either party, and he can handle his employees however he wants.&nbsp; As for you, my dearest Miss Bayonelle, I have his personal check, ready to deposit in the account of your choice."<br><br>&nbsp; Christian looks Amelie in the eyes and raises his eyebrows, "I hope you approve."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>12-02-2010, 01:41:30</strong>
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				Amelie looks at her small hand in his.&nbsp; At the moment she could squeeze his and break every bone in his easily.&nbsp; She wouldn't do that, not damage him so soon before his transition.&nbsp; No, this week would be one of healing and building for him.&nbsp; She wanted him in perfect condition for the eternity she was planning.&nbsp; And, with his recent meeting, it would be an even more wealthy one than if she hadn't seen him on the side of the road.<br><br>She lifts his hand to her lips turning his palm toward her lips.&nbsp; She kisses his palm, sucking in against his flesh gently, the points of her teeth darting into his skin just barely before pressing his palm against her cheek.&nbsp; "I can only approve.&nbsp; Though you do realize that you will share in the profits, of course.&nbsp; Everything of mine that you regain for me will only go to serve us both in the end."<br><br>The ring at the bell announces the arrival of the tailor.&nbsp; "And now...for your fitting," she says.<br><br>Shortly, Masters is at the door announcing the arrival of Benjamin Meyers, tailor.&nbsp; He shuffles in, looking slightly apprehensive at the site of Chris.&nbsp; <br><br>"Don't worry, Benjamin.&nbsp; He's human. For now, just measure and get to work.&nbsp; A tuxedo for today and a series of suits for the future," she says.<br><br>"Of course, Miss Bayonelle.&nbsp; Do you need anything at the moment?" he asks, trying to look comfortable and failing miserably.<br><br>Amelie sits back in her chair and winks at Chris, "Mr. Meyers has a strange idea that I might eat him if he messes up.&nbsp; What I keep trying to tell him is he is the best tailor in town and, as long as he provides me with the delightful UV protected clothing, he will continue to be the best paid, and living, tailor around."<br><br>She laughs at that and Benjamin drops his tape measure as he turned to Chris.&nbsp; "Mr. Cross, It would help, sir, if you could remove your current suit.&nbsp; Undershirt and boxers are ideal."<br><br>&nbsp;
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ErikAlanWest</strong> on <strong>12-02-2010, 02:42:46</strong>
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				&nbsp; Christian watches the terrified Mr. Meyers jump at Amelie's command and wonders how he himself would stand up to the pressures of catering to the whims of an ancient vampiress for years on end.&nbsp; <em>Probably be even jumpier than this guy is.&nbsp; He's the best tailor in town;&nbsp; I'm just the guy who would've juggled the books.&nbsp; Yeesh.</em><br><br>&nbsp; "Not a problem Mr. Meyers.&nbsp; You'll have to bear with me through this.&nbsp; The last time I had a proper fitting I was about two sizes larger in the waist and three or four smaller in the chest."&nbsp; Chris slips off his jacket and drapes it across a nearby chair as he loosens his tie.&nbsp; Tossing that and his white overshirt atop his jacket, he sits to slip off his shoes.&nbsp; As he leans down, his hair spills across his face, hiding the redness spreading there.<br><br>&nbsp; As he fumbles with the knots of his shoes, Chris fights against the growing heat beneath his skin.&nbsp; <em>She kissed your hand and nipped your palm, and all of a sudden you're ready to go?&nbsp; Jesus wept, you act like you're back in college:&nbsp; one brush of silky skin and you're humping air.&nbsp; &nbsp;Act like a professional already.</em><br><br>&nbsp; All the internal turmoil does nothing to alleviate Christian's distress, and when he stands to drop his pants it's none too difficult to see why his face is suddenly such an alarming shade of red.&nbsp; Leaving his hair hanging to cover both his face and embarrassment, Christian closes his eyes and tries to focus his mind anywhere, on anything, other than Amelie Bayonelle.<br><br>&nbsp; "So, Mr. Meyers, I believe I've heard your name mentioned before and, if I remember correctly, those who mentioned your name were pretty big players."&nbsp; <em>Think of last night's closing stock prices.&nbsp; The upcoming development bill the state Senate is trying to pass.&nbsp; Edmund Webster covered in pink cotton candy.&nbsp; Anything, just not her!</em><br><br>&nbsp; Christian opens his eyes and focuses on Benjamin, an odd look on his face, "You must have quite the impressive client list.&nbsp; Anyone else get the same quality fabric as Miss Bayonelle?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Amelie's Craving</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>17-02-2010, 00:11:45</strong>
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				Amelie's eyebrows raise at the question and she glances over at the blanching tailor.&nbsp; <br><br>"No one gets the same thing as Miss Bayonelle," he says smiling.&nbsp; "Well...now there's you as well.&nbsp; And since you are sort of together and already know each other it's obvious.&nbsp; Otherwise, I'm afraid my client list is otherwise strictly in my head."<br><br>Amelie relaxes a little, knowing that if he were to have told her who he served, she would have to kill him.&nbsp; It would be a waste as she couldn't eat him any time soon, and she loved the work he did.&nbsp; She relaxes back into her chair and watches as the tailor lifts Christian's arms and measures his waist...his wrists...his length.<br><br>The tailor steps back and marks his paper with a variety of numbers.&nbsp; He looks briefly at the front of Christian's boxers and sucks in his lower lip.&nbsp; Pinching the tip of his nose just below his spectacles, he says, "So...Mr. Cross.&nbsp; Do you prefer to dress right, or to dress left?" <br><br>Amelie struggles to not giggle at the question.&nbsp; Partly because Christian had such an obvious dead-center erection to begin with, and partly because she hadn't ever been asked that question herself.&nbsp; She was happy to think that this man in front of them would soon be her partner in every way.&nbsp; Her eyes fall to his hands...she hungered to have them roam across her body, to envelop her breasts and to...she closes her eyes and lets herself fall into fantasy of what was to come while the tailor continued his work.&nbsp; Their voices both fall into a background fuzz as she comes as close to sleep as she ever would.&nbsp; 
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