The Violin and The Whip (DecentIntoDarkness & lunaticskitten)
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				Title: <strong>The Violin and The Whip (DecentIntoDarkness &amp; lunaticskitten) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delicious Ambiguity</strong> on <strong>31-10-2012, 06:19:41</strong>
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				Deacon inhaled deeply as he stood outside the Prince Albert Hall. Looking up at the huge theater that would be under his management for the next several months as he prepared for his next masterpiece. A brilliant musical ballet that would draw the famous, the royal, and the artistic. Long reddish brown hair fell into his tan face as he peered up at the masterpiece that was the theater itself. It was glorious and an honor to have his own composition, his blood sweat and tears come to life in this very place. He could hardly believe his good fortune. <br><br>Of course no one knew that it was his composition. He was the silent owner of the company that would be performing. He was a dancer, their lead dancer in fact. He kept that silence because of his love for dancing. He had managers that kept things going and he did the rest of the work behind closed doors, tutored those that needed it himself, as if he were just a kind team worker. That he even tutored some of the musicians just meant he was a talented artist of course. But being as he was and what he was, he had a knack for the arts. He smiled to himself and started up the large stone steps. <br><br>The company was already there, including the orchestra who would also begin rehearsal. He would be wasting no time with this piece. It would be done to perfection or it would not be done at all. This was his finest work. It took him three years to make it perfect and now on stage he would make sure that it was done properly or not done at all. Once he started into the main theater itself he looked around. Bright emerald eyes scanning the massive perfectly built place that was to him like a palace of art. The acoustics phenomenal. The managers of course sat in their seats near the front of the stage, the orchestra going over their music in the bit. Dancers and singers alike on stage, milling about, stretching.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>He noted a few new faces among them that had recently joined the company. There were two new dancers, a new singer, both of which he had approved of. The conductor of course chose his own musicians and he glanced down into the pit as he walked along the edge of the stage looking over their faces. Most were familiar. A new lad on symbols, which was a step up the former gentlemen was always late on que. His gaze shifted to a girl sitting with the violinists. She was new as well. Another new one playing the french horn. His gaze seemed to be sizing them up carefully. An intimidating look. Oddly intimidating given that once he shed his jeans and shirt he was in skin tight pants that left very little to the imagination, which was not little in the least, and his muscular tan and tone chest bare. He bore no scars nor tattoo's which was typical of most dancers and singers. Deacon was a Master at both and more. <br><br>Like the others he lounged and lazed about until the managers and dance instructors, and choreographer stepped up to set them to task. Though of course, Deacon knew each step, each twirl and note already. and of course those that worked for him secretly knew that, but also knew that he didn't want the company to know that. He didn't want to be an instructor. He wanted to be a composer, play write, and behind closed doors he had taught that choreographer each move, step be step. Boredom though as he went mindlessly and flawlessly through the first few moves he did glance down into the pit, why was it that the women in the orchestra pit were often so unattractive... though he couldn't say as much about the new violinist. She he had to admit, was rather appealing. It was so often hard to find an appealing women in the human race when compared to fae. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Violin and The Whip (DecentIntoDarkness &amp; lunaticskitten) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lunaticskitten</strong> on <strong>31-10-2012, 14:21:32</strong>
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				Rhiannon Froste was young to have a position in such a prestigious company, only 21, and still taking classes online to finish a bachelors degree.&nbsp; She had not intended to get into a full time position with any orchestra so soon, but when the space opened up she -had- to audition.&nbsp; The first chair violinist had retired, and it had opened up a position as the others moved up in rank.&nbsp; They'd needed to fill that empty seat..&nbsp; She had been one of many applicants, but her playing had stunned them.&nbsp; Rhi was a perfectionist when it came to her playing, and she delighted in playing complicated pieces.&nbsp; She had played a long intense piece, one that even some intense professionals refused to attempt because of the wild changes in mood and tempo..&nbsp; she'd hit every note correctly, and now there she was...<br><br>Like most of them she was dressed in casual cloths, though she avoided the jeans and sweater look that many boasted as a nod to the cooler weather.&nbsp; Instead she wore a pair of black palazo pants, the legs wide and giving the appearance of a skirt.&nbsp; They were black, as was the top she wore beneath, a fitted sweater styled thing with long sleeves and a v neck.&nbsp; The sleeves were pushed up to allow her to play without difficulty.&nbsp; She stood out, being so young, her face delicate and rounded.&nbsp; She was pale, with hair that was too dark to be simply 'brown" and yet not quite dark enough to be true black.&nbsp; she wore it braided down her back and out of the way.&nbsp; Her eyes were her defining feature, and were in fact a vivid and startling blue.&nbsp; <br><br>While they all lounged around she sat quietly, her violin in her lap, her bow laying on the ledge before her music.&nbsp; They all had small stands with the music on them, though many of them had largely memorized the music as it was difficult to flip pages while playing.&nbsp; As soon as they were called to task she prepared, and soon the violin was resting against her cheek.&nbsp; Her eyes closed much of the time she played, she didn't need to see the conductor or the music on the page.&nbsp; She needed only to get lost in the notes, to wonder amidst the world created in her thoughts by the sounds as they invaded her senses and consumed her.<br><br>Thus far no one knew what to think of their new addition.&nbsp; She was polite and smiled in greeting, speaking to those who spoke to her.&nbsp; She offered little detail about herself, and asked nothing of others.&nbsp; She was prompt, determined, and very quiet in general.&nbsp; Some assumed her too shy, others wrongfully assumed she was simply one of those cold people who had no desire to be friends with others.&nbsp; The truth was she was shy, almost cripplingly so.&nbsp; She might have made a fair dancer or actress if she'd put herself into the position, but the idea of being -on- like that terrified her.&nbsp; Only the largely hidden nature of her post within the pit allowed her to play before an audience.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Violin and The Whip (DecentIntoDarkness &amp; lunaticskitten) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delicious Ambiguity</strong> on <strong>01-11-2012, 08:38:14</strong>
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				There really was no need for Deacon to rehearse what he himself had written, composed, and choreographed himself. But as a silent owner and not wanting anyone to know just who the master mind behind the piece was, he couldn't very well sit back and allow the others to think him a pompous lead dancer who thought himself to good to practice with the others. He was determined to work just as hard as the others and help those who struggled. Deacon though arrogant was not above helping those who needed it. <br><br>The entirely musical ballet was dark in its way, involving mass slavery, freedom, romance, sexuality, fragility, elements to grasp and hold and audience breathless. The musical scores were beyond complicated and many of the others in the orchestra pit struggled with the piece even having practiced before rehearsal started. Once all the dancers were stretched and properly attired they began with one of the slavery scenes. Deacon used a whip as a prop, Men and Women both acting as slaves in tandem dancing together as he moves around them. He moved in a lithe free sort of way, his leaps flawless, his spins, dizzying and almost impossible. And with each carefully calculated step the snap of a whip cracked and echoed through the theater. <br><br>Though even as he worked he noticed the music. The stumbling over notes and the disorganization. It irritated him to no end. There was only one violinist that was playing well and whoever it was he wanted to give her a bravado. As he spun into a low crouch he glanced toward the pit. Frowning as he noticed the girl he had before, the rather attractive young one that stood out among the others. The new violinist. Not only did she place rather flawlessly, but with her eyes not on the pages or even the conductor. Had she memorized the composition already? It was impossible! <br><br>He's never seen a human so... attune to music before. Oh the fae could do such a thing, well some could anyway, but even fae musicians would struggle with the work he set before his orchestra. Yet she seemed to have captured his music as if it were a second nature, hells a first. As he twirled again the whip snapped toward her, the crack very near her ear, before he concentrated once more upon rehearsing what he aught to be. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Violin and The Whip (DecentIntoDarkness &amp; lunaticskitten) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lunaticskitten</strong> on <strong>01-11-2012, 14:53:13</strong>
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				Rhiannon had been playing the violin for much of her life, and she devoured complicated pieces of music while others were still awkwardly plucking out the notes of twinkle twinkle little star.&nbsp; She was not quite a musical genius, at least not in her opinion, but she was talented and persistent.&nbsp; She also had a nearly eidetic memory when it came to music, which helped.&nbsp; With her eyes closed she played, unaware of what was going on up onstage.&nbsp; She might have been mesmerized if she'd been watching.<br><br>as that whip swirled out and cracked her eyes snapped open, and she faltered slightly.&nbsp; Fortunately it was day one, and no one -really- noticed.&nbsp; She paused briefly, her gaze finding the stage and the owner of the whip.&nbsp; She'd noticed him before of course, most of the women there had. He was gorgeous, and now she was allowed to witness his grace and talent.&nbsp; What really struck her was the effortlessness with which he handled that whip of his.&nbsp; It caused something deep inside of her to tighten in response, that secretly submissive side of her arching up like a curious mere-cat. <br><br>Rhiannon's "sexual deviance" was relatively unknown to most people.&nbsp; She had a few vanilla sexual partners, but none of them really 'did it" for her.&nbsp; She'd done a great deal of research, from porn watching to reading through in depth sexual health textbooks and guides.&nbsp; it was when she'd discovered BDSM erotica that she'd realized just what she was missing.&nbsp; The idea of a Dom controlling her pleasure, guiding her, luring her into a state of being so intense that they could easily lead her to orgasm with the right word or touch..&nbsp; It appealed to her greatly.<br><br>She'd dove into research mode then, with a zeal previously only shared with musical study.&nbsp; She read everything from smutty porn novelas to in depth papers on the methods and means of D/s relationships and so on.&nbsp; She'd even discovered a place to train as a submissive, though at the time she'd not had the money to make -that- a reality.&nbsp; She had eventually gone to speak to a local Domme, not because she was into women, but because she was more comfortable speaking to one.&nbsp; She had befriended the woman, and was even introduced to a couple of her Dom friends, but none of them caught Rhiannon's eye.&nbsp; <br><br>Now here was this gorgeous man, wielding that whip as effortlessly as a cat flipped its tail, and the vision was so intensely and utterly arousing for her that it was difficult to sit still.&nbsp; Her heart was pounding wildly in her throat, her cheeks flushed and her eyes dangerously bright.&nbsp; She could easily see this man above her, behind her, against her..&nbsp; Using a whip on her delicate skin.&nbsp; She struggled to breathe without giving herself away, and finally had to force her eyes to close, listening and returning to the music.&nbsp; Her playing was a little altered by the moment, almost fevered, as she poured her need and passion into her playing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Violin and The Whip (DecentIntoDarkness &amp; lunaticskitten) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delicious Ambiguity</strong> on <strong>01-11-2012, 20:34:26</strong>
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				He had to admit, Deacon was amused by how distracted he got with each crack of his whip as he performed. He noticed each falter in her playing. Though others were playing down in the pit as well, his ears were very much tuned to her specifically as he had noticed her. He watched her through every turn, when he jumped and spun around the people that danced as slaves. Eventually however they stopped because several of them were out of sync and he sighted softly. Pacing back and forth as the choreographer, gave his strict instruction tapping it out bit by bit.<br><br>He of course, did not receive any instruction simply because he had done it in perfect time, and landed each step as he should have. As he paced the stage toying with the whip which felt deliciously right in his hands he glanced down into the pit again. Deacon was not a simple dancer, or composer, he wasn't merely the owner of this company. He was a Dominant. Some might consider him a sexual deviant really. Though he considered it normal. Vanilla relationships just didn't work for him not given what he was. <br><br>As a fae, particularly the sort he was, a normal relationship, with humans or otherwise was simply impossible. He noted the spark in her eyes, that delicious look of passion and as the choreographer gave instruction he idly cracked the whip again, the muscle in his arm and back rippled slightly. He wasn't an overly large man, lithe and very tone, each muscle defined as if he were carved from marble or obsidian. <br><br>There was something about that girl. Something curious he couldnt define. She wasn't fae, or at least not his type he didn't smell it on her. She seemed relatively human but yet, she played his music as if she knew it by heart but when he cracked his whip... she faltered as if the very sound struck a cord inside her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Violin and The Whip (DecentIntoDarkness &amp; lunaticskitten) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lunaticskitten</strong> on <strong>01-11-2012, 23:20:33</strong>
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				Rhiannon doubted anyone had caught her faltering, given that everyone was having similar problems with their playing and so forth.&nbsp; It was the first day and she already knew the piece better even than the conductor, so a few faltering notes, a hesitant breath here and there, that sort of thing would and could go unnoticed.&nbsp; SHe was unaware that he had caught her out, that he was watching her at all, or could guess how she had reacted to him.<br><br>She had no idea about his sexual 'deviance" no more than anyone would guess her own.&nbsp; To most she was the sweet shy little violinist, nobody would guess that the idea of being whipped got her wet, that a man who knew how to control and pleasure a woman was her ideal.&nbsp; She was the epitome of sweet shy innocence, and yet beneath that, was a depraved little girl, one who wanted so much to be owned.&nbsp; She didn't want to be abused, but she wanted to be the cherished treasured pet for the right controlling and passionate Dom.<br><br>She had to force her thoughts into compliance, closing her eyes and ignoring the stage.&nbsp; Why did he fascinate her so much?&nbsp; Was it -just- the whip?&nbsp; Was it his grace or talent, for she could see he had both?&nbsp; She forced herself to stop looking, and when that didn't work well enough she stared intently on the paper before her.&nbsp; <br><br>As they stopped the conductor moved through the pit, talking to some of them, though he said nothing to Rhiannon, save to give her a pleased smile.&nbsp; She wasn't first chair, but she was on her way to it, much to the displeasure of the petite blonde who currently held that position.&nbsp; The blonde in question also had a thing for a certain handsome lead dancer, and when she caught Rhiannon glancing over she frowned down at her.&nbsp; Rhiannon winced at the glare she received, and shifted, absently checking her bow and violin, smoothing her music, and essentially anything she could to look busy and avoid the woman's ire.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Violin and The Whip (DecentIntoDarkness &amp; lunaticskitten) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delicious Ambiguity</strong> on <strong>01-11-2012, 23:36:41</strong>
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				While the other dancers once more got situated and the musicians were going over their music he noticed the glare that the blonde violinist was giving the woman that he was eyeing. He didn't like the glare, nor how his violinist responses to it, trying to hide from it. It was as if the blonde felt that the girl was stepping on her territory. The first chair blonde, Brittany was actually rather annoying and persistent. She had tried to get into his pants more then once and he had refused. She was poison as well convincing more then a few people at the company that he was gay. Though many dancers were, he was not. <br><br>As the other dancers were instructed he wandered toward the pit. He sat down near the edge, his legs hanging over lightly as he looked down, his gaze shifting to the new violinist woman who had played flawlessly until he'd started using his whip, which he rather liked honestly. He liked women who... got distracted over a whipping. He smirked. "You." He said softly, to get the new violinists attention. "Well done, to play a new piece with your eyes closed nearly flawless, I'm very impressed. It's a pleasure to meet you, I'm Deacon." He introduced himself. <br><br>After a moment turned his attention to the glaring blond Brittany who was likely beyond furious at this point. His bright eyes moved along her grimacing face as he wrinkled his nose. "You are very unattractive when you glare like that Brittany. Looks as if you've been sucking on something very foul. Are you seeing the janitor?" He smiled brilliantly at her as the others in the orchestra pit erupted with laughter the conductor unable to get them under control as the woman turned red with humiliation. A gleam of cruelty and pleasure brightening in Deacons eyes. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Violin and The Whip (DecentIntoDarkness &amp; lunaticskitten) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lunaticskitten</strong> on <strong>02-11-2012, 00:55:57</strong>
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				Rhiannon blinked as she realized she was being spoken to, and lifted her gaze to the man with the whip.&nbsp; She flushed, her gaze dropping.&nbsp; It likely seemed that it was just the praise she was flushed about, but it was more than simply that.&nbsp; he'd noticed her..&nbsp; he'd noticed her noticing him, no doubt, and was amused by her reactions to his movements.&nbsp; Still, she was pleased that her playing was so well appreciated, and it lit her vivid eyes brightly.&nbsp; <br><br>"Oh..&nbsp; You are..&nbsp; kind to notice.&nbsp; It is ..&nbsp; the piece really, when I was given the music to study I admit I was infatuated with it from the moment I heard it.&nbsp; I'm..&nbsp; afraid my playing was terribly flawed though." she gave a gentle shrug, her self deprecating comment wasn't false modest, but genuine truth.&nbsp; She COULD have played it flawlessly, but he had distracted her.&nbsp; She would have to keep herself from getting that distracted again.<br><br>As he focus moved to the snarky blonde with her cruel glances, returning a little of the kind in a way that was cruel but also somewhat humorous, she was careful to hide her smirk.&nbsp; her eyes did glitter brightly, however.&nbsp; Brittany had not been kind to her at all, and would likely be worse so now.&nbsp; Their world was one filled with petty competitions, multiple people vying for that all important first chair.&nbsp; Currently Brittany had the position because she'd been second when the first chair retired.&nbsp; Rather than holding an audition for the first seat and pissing off the entire orchestra, they'd moved her up.&nbsp; Of course that -could- change, and Brittany was no doubt vividly aware of it.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Violin and The Whip (DecentIntoDarkness &amp; lunaticskitten) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delicious Ambiguity</strong> on <strong>02-11-2012, 01:20:08</strong>
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				Deacon smiled as she responded to him. Pleased that she had been so infatuated with his music even though she had no idea that it was his music and that he was the grand Master of all of this coming together. From every note, to every step and singer. To the lighting the acting, all of it was his work. Three years of it in fact. He prided himself on writing original scores and musicals. He didn't like using other peoples work and doing whats already been done before a million times. Though Phantom of the Opera was a favorite of his, and the Black Swan, the Nut Cracker, all wonderful. But seen before. He wanted to give people new things never seen. Never heard. <br><br>"I think perhaps your distraction was the reason for any flaw." He told her with a smile. "You know that piece as well as the man who wrote it I'm sure." He grinned. <br><br>The conductor who was one of the few who knew who wrote it shot a glance over at Deacon curiously and then back at the girl. Brittany of course was seething in her seat. He glanced down at Brittany as she seethed and glared. She murmured under her breath. "Trying to hit on her to make people think you aren't fucking men?" <br><br>Deacon smiled and tilted his head looking down at the woman and her rather blunt statement. He used a hint of his power to force her to look at him, his eyes taking on that Dominant look that demanded obedience in a single glance. "You speak to me that way again, and you will be playing for pennies on the street." He told her leaning in. "And so you know, I prefer woman. Why do you think I've turned you down so many times Brittany. You're far to masculine and vulgar for my taste. Besides..." He chuckled. "I would destroy you." He smiled widely an intimidating look as he gripped the whip tightly. <br><br>He then glanced up looking over at the conductor he gave a nod to the man before he rose again. He paused before he went back to the dancers looking to Rhiannon though ironically he had yet to learn her name. "Stick around after rehearsal." It didn't sound like a request as he started back toward his own rehearsing. <br><br>Once Deacon was once more dancing along with the others. The conductor moved Brittany to and Rhiannon. Placing Brittany in the seat where Rhiannon had been and making Rhiannon first chair Violinist. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Violin and The Whip (DecentIntoDarkness &amp; lunaticskitten) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lunaticskitten</strong> on <strong>02-11-2012, 03:41:50</strong>
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				His reply made her smile again, that flush still vivid in her cheeks.&nbsp; She had no idea about his true situation, or she would have been far more flattered, and far more impressed that he found her playing and memorization of the piece so pleasing.&nbsp; Her cheeks were still pink as Brittany made her sarcastic little comment.&nbsp; She arched a brow, surprised at the accusation, though she supposed 'gay' was the usual "insult" of choice for a man who worked on stage as he did.&nbsp; <br><br>His response, both the scathing words and that dominant look stopped Rhiannon cold.&nbsp; She lifted her gaze, and again that cord within her was struck.&nbsp; Had he leveled that same look on her, she'd have ended up on her knees with wet panties.&nbsp; As it was the latter was still a bit of a problem, even watching him wield that look on someone else.<br><br>Despite Brittany's manners she didn't wish anything negative towards the girl, nor to anyone.&nbsp; In general she didn't like seeing anyone hurt, but she had to admit the girl's comment had brought the insults down on herself.&nbsp; Still she carefully hid any amusement, Lowering her gaze after a moment.&nbsp; <br><br>Her gaze lifted again as he spoke to her, a little oh of surprise forming briefly on her lips before she gave a very quick nod.&nbsp; She was then caught up in the flurry of motion, and a sudden promotion.&nbsp; She wasn't sure -why- it happened, but she was confidant that Brittany would now loathe her..&nbsp; eternally.&nbsp; She'd have gladly stayed put, but first chair came with more prestige and higher pay.&nbsp; She settled into the new chair as quickly and quietly as she could, her cheeks pink with embarrassment and excitement, and more than a little nervousness.&nbsp; That chair came with more than just prestige and money, it wasn't just a seating change.&nbsp; It came with a lot of expectations, and she was relatively young in comparison to some of the others there.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Violin and The Whip (DecentIntoDarkness &amp; lunaticskitten) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delicious Ambiguity</strong> on <strong>02-11-2012, 04:25:25</strong>
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				Deacon was no fool, and he had played the part of Master before. He knew that look, he knew that curiosity. She was shy, very shy in fact by the looks of her, but from the way she reacted to certain things, the look he gave Brittany, the crack of the whip, the way she immediately complied to his command to meet him after rehearsal... it told him alot of things about her. She was submissive. Of course he had no idea if she a submissive but she had the tenancies. <br><br>He smiled to himself as he went back to the dancing, every time he cracked that whip, his gaze did seek her out to see how she reacted to him, to watch how she responded, wanting to know just how it made her feel, how it made her eyes look, if it made her falter, or her legs tighten together. He wanted to see everything. She was beauty, a diamond in the rough, and if she was submissive she just might be his wild flower to boot. Now that was something he might well prize very highly. He's had human submissive before but none were truly submissives they always wanted him to stop, to be more romantic more this or less that. He could be romantic easily as a Dominant so long as the girl he was with was truly his and none ever allowed him to truly own them. <br><br>The dancing continued for a long time before they went on to singing. Deacon of course was involved in that as well, he instructed and helped there to, stopping people several times to correct them. Needless to say it was a long day of rehearsal. People would grow tired but eventually things would die down and people were slacking and it was time to call and end to the rehearsal before the company was burnt out. But everyone was instructed to practice at all times even alone. This production would be done to perfection there were no other options. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Violin and The Whip (DecentIntoDarkness &amp; lunaticskitten) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lunaticskitten</strong> on <strong>02-11-2012, 05:09:12</strong>
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				Rhiannon was not "officially" a submissive because she'd never been truly topped.&nbsp; She knew the language and the rules, she knew how things worked, and even knew what she was willing to try and what she would -not- try.&nbsp; She had yet to find a Dom she liked well enough to be more than friendly with.&nbsp; If she were into women, her Domme friend would have been an option, but she really wasn't.&nbsp; It left her perpetually single, satisfied only by erotic novels and masturbation.<br><br>As he returned to the stage she worked hard -not- to look, even when he cracked his whip.&nbsp; her cheeks were flushed, and she did press her thighs together, but she was more determinedly focused on the piece she was playing, she had to be.&nbsp; Closing her eyes helped, though now and then she seemed to be practically panting as she played.&nbsp; She played much more flawlessly this time, however, her bow gliding across the strings, fingers neatly working.&nbsp; She had a passion for her instrument and it showed as she played.<br><br>Once the rehearsal was finally called to a close she sighed, sagging slightly against the chair.&nbsp; Why did she feel as if she'd just been thoroughly fucked?&nbsp; Her eyes were bright, that hint of color still in her cheeks as she carefully began to pack up her violin in its padded case, her music in another, and so on.&nbsp; She didn't leave of course, though she did stand and stretch, Talking briefly to one of the celloists who paused to congratulate her on her field promotion.&nbsp; Brittany was pissed of course, storming out like her ass was on fire, but a lot of those within the group appreciated the talent Rhiannon showed.&nbsp; <br><br>She flushed occasionally, generally embarrassed by praise, and assured them that it was only excessive practicing and nothing more.&nbsp; She did praise the composition too, comparing it favorably to some other pieces she liked.&nbsp; She had no idea he was the one who had written it, or how he would react.&nbsp; She was truthfully nervous about speaking to him again.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Violin and The Whip (DecentIntoDarkness &amp; lunaticskitten) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delicious Ambiguity</strong> on <strong>02-11-2012, 07:58:56</strong>
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				He watched as the shuffle happened in the orchestra just as he had wanted it to and he smiled to himself as he went about his business on stage. He did notice how tightly her thighs pressed together, but he also noticed how she didn't falter this time and he had to admit he was rather impressed that she hadn't she was controlling herself. Which given the crack of the whip and the way she was reacting to it before and the fact that it was not cracking closer to her.... well, he was proud of her despite the fact that she wasn't his. <br><br>When things were finished and she was being congratulated he watched on, his head tipped to the side slightly, his vivid eyes watching as she blushed and thanked them, his eyes moving of course to Brittany as she went bustling out of the theater. He chuckled lightly as he tipped his water bottle back taking a long sip. He seemed to be the only one that was still full of energy despite having been the one doing the most dancing today. No one ever really understood how he could have so much energy but he did. As the others packed up to leave he noticed how she remained behind. He was still moving about the stage, his whip would occasionally crack and he'd look at her out of the corner of his eye. <br><br>As the last manager left the theater, the door closing with a loud echo at the woman's back Deacon spun and as he stopped the whipped cracked, mere inches from her nose. "You like the sound of it don't you?" He asked her curiously as he continued to move in an almost hypnotic way across the stage. His body moving like some inhuman being as he looked at her, watched her. "There are so very few in the world that like the sound of a cracking whip. You have a secret." He tsk'ed at her lightly. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Violin and The Whip (DecentIntoDarkness &amp; lunaticskitten) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lunaticskitten</strong> on <strong>02-11-2012, 14:10:12</strong>
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				Rhiannon had never laid eyes on a man who effected her this way.&nbsp; There was just -something- about him, and it wasn't just the whip cracking or his talent, not even that commanding cutting tone or the look he could level to make everyone do his bidding.&nbsp; All of those things intrigued her certainly, but it was something about him that just..&nbsp; called to her.&nbsp; It was something that tugged at that carefully hidden secretly submissive part of her, pulling it out and tying it in knots.&nbsp; <br><br>Her things were all together, the violin case, the little leather case for her music, her purse and coat, all laying neatly on the chair while she stood with her water bottle.&nbsp; She nodded to a few as they left, One of the flutists teasing her lightly about why she was staying, though no doubt the girl was secretly at least a little jealous.&nbsp; Deacon was hot as hell after all.<br><br>She was so caught up watching him onstage that she barely noticed when the last person left.&nbsp; As that whip cracked in front of her she shivered, her lips parting slightly with a faint sigh.&nbsp; She'd never been whipped, she wasn't even sure she could -handle- it..&nbsp; and yet watching him crack that whip made her panties damp and her loins twitch.&nbsp; As he spoke she felt her cheeks flame red, and her gaze dropped from him.&nbsp; It was both a submissive gesture and an embarrassed one.&nbsp; was it really -that- obvious?&nbsp; <br><br>"I..&nbsp; do...I sh...&nbsp; " she started, stammering.&nbsp; She faltered, shaking her head softly though it was not in denial of his words. -there- he was quite right.&nbsp; She was aroused by the whip cracking, by his artful motions as he did it.&nbsp; She could envision some fairly vivid scenes with him and that whip, and her onstage, but she put it aside carefully, not wanting to give those feelings away any further than it seemed she already had done.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Violin and The Whip (DecentIntoDarkness &amp; lunaticskitten) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delicious Ambiguity</strong> on <strong>03-11-2012, 05:57:05</strong>
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				There was a hint of pride in himself as he watched her cheeks turn red, a smile curling his lips as he watched her from where he stood on the stage. Eyes sparkling. Oh this was going to be fun. He tilted his head as she stammered through her words not even getting out a full sentence as he called her out on her reactions to him. Oh no, it wasn't that obvious. Not to most people, but for Deacon, he had an eye for that sort of thing, he noticed when a woman reacted a certain way to specific things. <br><br>He smiled his fingers stroking lightly the handle of the whip he held still in his dancing attire, which was nothing more then thin skin thigh pants. Otherwise he was barefoot, and shirtless. "Interesting." He managed softly and gave a light chuckle as he moved closer to the edge of the stage toward her. "That's what I thought but I wasn't sure." He said confidently as he paused at the edge of the stage looking down at her, noting the way she'd cast her gaze downward, the way she reacted in general. She was a submissive. Perhaps not a trained one but, submissive none the less. <br><br>"Come here." He said. It was clearly not a request. He held his hand out to her. Intending to pull her up onto the stage rather then have her walk around to the steps. His eyes peering down at her. If she took his hand he would help hoist her up to stand in front of him. "No training I assume?" He asked her. "And no before you ask, its not that obvious, only a Dom would notice, and there aren't any other's any the company that I'm aware of, at least not any worth their salt." He smiled deviously. "So?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Violin and The Whip (DecentIntoDarkness &amp; lunaticskitten) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lunaticskitten</strong> on <strong>03-11-2012, 14:00:52</strong>
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				She could feel the heat in her cheeks, a flush of embarrassment in her that her personal perversions were so obvious...&nbsp; She was ashamed that he could so easily figure her out, but also intrigued.&nbsp; He knew something about her, but she was gradually figuring out something about him too.&nbsp; As he told her to come she blinked, but she started forward without even considering denying him.&nbsp; He wasn't -her- Dom but he was -a- Dom, and it felt natural to do what he'd said.&nbsp; <br><br>His offering of his hand was an obvious sign to her that he wanted her to come to him directly, and she placed her hand in his easily.&nbsp; Her other braced against the edge of the stage, and she carefully worked her way up onto it with him.&nbsp; She was small compared to him, and in her opinion a bit drab and dumpy..&nbsp; but of course she had self esteem issues that had nothing to do with him.&nbsp; He was gorgeous though, and the idea of him being a Dom intrigued her.&nbsp; The way he spoke told his story before he did.&nbsp; Just as any Dom worth his salt would recognize her submissive nature, a submissive with any sort of taste would pick up on his dominant and easily commanding manner.&nbsp; When he spoke again he only confirmed it for her.<br><br>She caught at her bottom lip slightly, worrying it between her teeth.&nbsp; Should she answer?&nbsp; She didn't really -have- to, even if she felt like she did.&nbsp; She could remain silent, or tell him politely that it was none of his business.&nbsp; Instead she found herself answering, her tone soft.<br><br>"Officially no..&nbsp; I have a friend who is a Domme, and she has trained me in..&nbsp; some ways, as much as she can without.." she flushed again, and gave a delicate shrug. "I am not interested in women so.."&nbsp; She knew the language, the tools, the trappings.&nbsp; She'd even witnessed part of a scene between her friend and a male submissive of hers.&nbsp; The Sub had offered to let her watch, and she had until it had gotten -too- intimate.&nbsp; She had, however, witnessed the man flogged, and teased, and he had been "run through the paces" so to speak, demonstrating various poses and such.<br><br>"Please..&nbsp; don't mention this to anyone..&nbsp; " she requested softly, though she had a feeling he wouldn't.&nbsp; Of course she had a lot of feelings about him and she wasn't entirely certain just what to do with them all yet.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Violin and The Whip (DecentIntoDarkness &amp; lunaticskitten) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delicious Ambiguity</strong> on <strong>04-11-2012, 01:11:26</strong>
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				There was a shyness to her that he rather liked and innocence that was positively... delicious. She was a virgin. Oh he had no idea if she was a virgin physically, but she had never been properly owned by a Dom before of that he had no doubt, he could tell that just by the way she reacted to him. He tilted his head but was glad when she came up onto the stage with him. She of course had no reason to listen to his commands. She didnt have to do as he said, but he was... very glad that she did. <br><br>Deacon looked down at her as she peered up at him, watching as she cutely worried her bottom lip between her teeth. He could tell that she was rather hesitant to answer though he had the feeling that he already knew the answer, just as he already knew she had guessed he was a Dominant and most certainly a straight or at least bi sexual one. Though Deacon was a Master of the arts, he was most certainly and ironically straight. <br><br>When finally she answered him&nbsp; he raised a curious brow, especially as she explained about her Domme friend, and that she was not in to women. He nodded his head softly in understanding. The more information the better. No threesomes. Noted. That he wanted her for his own he wasn't going to hide. Try finding a decent submissive around here especially when working as much as he did. Now finding one at work it was like a virtual pot of gold. People often said not to dip your pen in the company ink but when the company was yours and you carried a bull whip he didnt see where the problem was. <br><br>"Mention it to anyone?" He asked softly and smiled impishly at her. "I wont if you wont." He said with a devious and very much teasing grip. With a light flick of his wrist the whip curled around her and he caught the other side of it. He pulled her close to him. "Submissive Violinist. Tell me about yourself lovely. You're a virgin aren't you? Never owned I mean. I've no idea if your physically a virgin." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Violin and The Whip (DecentIntoDarkness &amp; lunaticskitten) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lunaticskitten</strong> on <strong>04-11-2012, 03:25:10</strong>
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				She was curious about him, very curious in fact.&nbsp; He was a Dom, there was no doubt of it, was he trying to hit on her, or simply showing curiosity because she was "in the lifestyle" so to speak?&nbsp; She wanted to know, but she was too nervous and shy to ask him outright.&nbsp; Instead she could only answer his questions and wait to see if he reveled his intentions to her.<br><br>She nodded softly at his questioning repetition of her own request, her expression serious.&nbsp; She didn't want anyone at work knowing what she was, it could only cause problems.&nbsp; She already had enough to deal with now that Brittany was no doubt out to get her.&nbsp; She'd be lucky if the girl didn't slash her tires or try to ruin her hands in some horrible hedge clipper accident or ..something.&nbsp; <br><br>She relaxed a little as he replied, and then blinked softly as he flexed that whip.&nbsp; She swallowed hard, her cheeks flushed as he reeled her in closer to himself.&nbsp; She wasn't sure what to do with her hands, and finally she clasped them together in front of herself, resting the pair against her collarbone as she gazed up at him.&nbsp; His question, no..&nbsp; his demand for information embarrassed her, especially when it came as it did followed quickly by discussions of her virginity.<br><br>"Uhm..&nbsp; First my name is -not- submissive Violinist, Its Rhiannon Froste..&nbsp; Second, in the ..&nbsp; lifestyle form of the word yes, in the ..physical sense no.&nbsp; I've..&nbsp; been in a few relationships but ..&nbsp; nothing of ..&nbsp; the more 'lifestyle' variety.&nbsp; None of the Dominants I've met previously have intrigued me." she shrugged softly, as if it were of no importance.&nbsp; It wasn't until after the words were out of her mouth that she realized she might have given something away without meaning to do so.&nbsp; None of the dominants she'd met -previously-..&nbsp; which hinted that she'd more recently met one she -did- find intriguing.&nbsp; Had she meant somehow to let that slip, to encourage his advances somehow?&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Violin and The Whip (DecentIntoDarkness &amp; lunaticskitten) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delicious Ambiguity</strong> on <strong>04-11-2012, 03:47:52</strong>
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				It hand honestly been a long time since Deacon had a submissive, too long really. Long enough that he missed it, very much. Though human, she was so new to it. A virgin would be so much fun despite the demands of the company. She worked along side him there in the pit so that of course would make things interesting. Though his personal belief that she would have to offer herself to him, submission was a gift given not one asked for. He nodded his head softly at her as she spoke. <br><br>"Rhiannon then." He corrected softly as he looked at her noting how she seemed somewhat protective of herself with her arms up over her chest as he had her reeled in closely. She was so beautiful, a delicate beauty really, and her music. She seemed to bring his to life. Making it dance in his ears, playing it as it was meant to be plays and it was only day one. He couldn't help but wonder how it was that she managed it so perfectly. Oh she faltered some but he considered that his fault of course. <br><br>"Met previously..." He pondered aloud to himself with a light smile sounding somewhat intrigued by such a statement as if one she met more recently might have perked her interest namely him. "I'm in the lifestyle." He admitted though he knew that she knew already. "A Dominant." He continued softly tilting his head as he eyed her, his gaze roaming her face, he pulled the whip just a tad tighter to bright her a little bit closer to him. "For many years now, but I've not had a submissive in a long time, work and all." He sighed lightly. "And lack of others in the lifestyle. It is my belief that submission is a gift not to be asked for but to be given of their own free will. The greatest gift of all." He smiled. "So few Doms are aware of that these days, they take and ask and collar. Not realizing that its for the submissive to decide." He tsked lightly. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Violin and The Whip (DecentIntoDarkness &amp; lunaticskitten) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lunaticskitten</strong> on <strong>04-11-2012, 04:15:18</strong>
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				Some part of her was increasingly nervous with every moment she spent alone with him.&nbsp; She was overwhelmed and intimidated by his presence, and yet..&nbsp; she found that as alluring as his grace and movement, as his expertise with the whip, and even the intensity as he had as he gazed down at her as if he wanted to devour her.&nbsp; She could feel her heart race, her breath faltering slightly as just being close to him made her weak in the knees.<br><br>As he spoke and gave her confirmation of his preference, at least in terms of being a Dom, and his views on the "gift" of submission, she smiled faintly.&nbsp; She was still intimidated by his closeness, by the way he pulled her in with that whip, but she was just as aroused by it too.&nbsp; She shifted a little, her hands unclasping.&nbsp; It was all she could do to keep from reaching out to touch him, something she found herself wanting to do a lot.<br><br>"I agree.. though it is..&nbsp; the formulation of that decision that can..&nbsp; sometimes be problematic..&nbsp; One has the normal conditions of dating..&nbsp; meeting, getting to know one another and so on, with the added situation of working out the rules of the Dom and sub relationship as well..&nbsp; " she gave a soft shrug, flushed and shocked that she could get all of that out.&nbsp; She was quiet a moment, then added softly.&nbsp; "My..&nbsp; domme friend..&nbsp; She finds hers..&nbsp; through ah..&nbsp; clubs or..&nbsp; references.&nbsp; She tried to introduce me to a few Dom men but none of them interested me.&nbsp; I suppose I am picky..." he interested her, a lot..
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Violin and The Whip (DecentIntoDarkness &amp; lunaticskitten) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delicious Ambiguity</strong> on <strong>06-11-2012, 00:15:58</strong>
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				That she was nervous was no surprise to him, he could almost hear her heart pounding, but on the flip side he could tell that she was excited, maybe even intregued to. Which he very much wanted her to be at the moment. He watched her as he held her close to him with the whip. Not so that their bodies were pressed together of course, that would be far too much, but very close at least. <br><br>He smiled down at her, rather enjoying how much shorter and smaller she was then him. Fae or not he was not a short or tiny man. Lithe he might be but he was tall and tone, as any male dancer had to be of course, especially one who was a lead in his company. Literally his company in this case. The whip was pulled somewhat taught so that she felt it through her close against the back of her body, but he held his arms out so she wasn't reeled in too terribly close to him, so her body wasn't pressed in to his. Much as he wanted it to be. <br><br>As she spoke he tilted his head curiously, he smiled at her words and chuckled softly shaking it lightly. "Dating?" He asked softly, curiously. "Normal?" He continued in a wistful sort of tone. "What about this lifestyle is particularly normal?" He asked her curiously. "Now getting to know one another I agree, setting boundaries and rules I understand. But there is nothing normal about.... what we are." He said with a smile. "I'm not sure common society would like it very much if we went for coffee and you knelt at my feet while we talked. Do you?" He tilted his head curiously. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Violin and The Whip (DecentIntoDarkness &amp; lunaticskitten) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lunaticskitten</strong> on <strong>06-11-2012, 01:04:47</strong>
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				She would have been put off if he started taking liberties with her out of turn.&nbsp; She liked him, so far, and gods help her but she found him heart metlingly attractive.&nbsp; She couldn't let herself react too powerfully however, she didn't want to risk getting her heart trampled on by the first Dom that actually got her libido going and her pulse racing.<br><br>As he replied she arched a brow slightly, and then laughed faintly.&nbsp; He had a point, she supposed, though she did know of clubs within the city that catered specifically to those within their lifestyle.&nbsp; She'd visited one before a few times.&nbsp; It wasn't all goth and leather either, just a simple comfortable place, part coffee shop and restaurant during the day, more of a club at night.&nbsp; they held classes and meets, trying to allow for possible Dominants and Submissives to get together and get to know one another.<br><br>"I don't like the idea that it can't -be- normal..&nbsp; Women all over are going sub goop over that fifty shades stuff.&nbsp; " she shrugged softly. "There is..&nbsp; a lot of trust required in..&nbsp; giving the gift you spoke of.&nbsp; Some women may..&nbsp; hand that over like trading lipsticks..&nbsp; but some women..&nbsp; require more.&nbsp; I want both or neither..&nbsp; the Dom and the..&nbsp; companion, or nothing.&nbsp; " and that was what made other men bulk.&nbsp; A lot of the doms she'd met didn't want the romantic part, and men who wanted the romantic stuff.&nbsp; thought her submissive traits were weird.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Violin and The Whip (DecentIntoDarkness &amp; lunaticskitten) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delicious Ambiguity</strong> on <strong>06-11-2012, 01:16:56</strong>
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				Deacon wasnt put off by the romantic traits. Not in the least a true Dom embraced that part of the lifestyle. Love, trust, and respect. Such things had to be earned and gained gradually. He wasnt suggesting that she get on bended knee and allow him to collar her than and there. "I am well aware what is required in giving such a gift." He told her honestly and smiled at her softly. <br><br>Slowly he released her from the whip that held her close to him and he reached up. His free hand lightly stroked along the curve of her jaw. "I am not interested in those some women that you speak of. I am far more interested in all or nothing." He told her softly tilting his head to the side. This woman made him more and more infatuated and interested by the moment. She played the part of the submissive well though she certainly would need training. But she wanted the right things, and that she didnt bow down to simply any Dom impressed him. He didn't find her want for romance strange but endearing and understandable. Who wants to be in a loveless relationship? Save for someone only wanting sex. <br><br>"Given out work schedules, It may be rather difficult for us to... meet up often at the places around town who do accept those like us. But." He smiled. "I am interested in giving it a go if you are. Though I do hope you keep all of this between you and I. Love, Trust, Respect." He smiled at her. "There are very important things about me I want left outside this place. You understand?" He smiled. "What are you doing in the morning?" He tilted his head at her curiously." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Violin and The Whip (DecentIntoDarkness &amp; lunaticskitten) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lunaticskitten</strong> on <strong>06-11-2012, 01:44:24</strong>
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				It wasn't an insult to him, but truthfully she expected him to balk at what she'd said.&nbsp; Most men, even the non Dom type, tended to hesitate when things of such depth were laid out on the table.&nbsp; Rhiannon had always known she wanted romance, ever after, but she also knew that those things weren't all of it..&nbsp; ever after required a lot of maintenance, and romance came with its friends compromise and understanding.&nbsp; That she wanted those things, and also wanted a man who could tie her up and fuck her seven ways from Sunday, just proved she was a little fucked up but at least she knew -what- she wanted.<br><br>As he released her she relaxed slightly, though she was still caught on a precipice with him, intrigued, fascinated, listening as he spoke.&nbsp; His caress on her skin was soft, but she felt it throughout her body like a tidal wave, a rush of heat that almost knocked her off her feet.&nbsp; She caught her breath slightly, then let it out in a slow measured sigh as he responded.&nbsp; Apparently he was just odd enough to want the same kinds of things she did, like their kinks and their non kinky bits lined up properly somehow.<br><br>As he spoke of work she nodded softly, a faint smile flickering across her lips.&nbsp; He wanted -her-?&nbsp; He didn't just want a sub to bang, or a girl to date..&nbsp; he wanted the whole package?&nbsp; She knew she was getting ahead of herself -way- too ahead of herself, but god..&nbsp; he was so..&nbsp; attractive and alluring..&nbsp; He was talented and ..&nbsp; god the way he wielded that whip.&nbsp; Just the memory of it would keep her panties wet for a week.&nbsp; "I..&nbsp; prefer to keep my personal life uninvolved with my work life..&nbsp; generally" except when work involved an amazingly hot Dom..."tomorrow..&nbsp; morning I..&nbsp; uhm...&nbsp; rehearsing?&nbsp; I..&nbsp; do that most of the time..&nbsp; and apparently I am first chair now.." she still wasn't sure about -that-.&nbsp; This day was growing wildly out of her control, but in so many good ways.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Violin and The Whip (DecentIntoDarkness &amp; lunaticskitten) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delicious Ambiguity</strong> on <strong>06-11-2012, 02:02:08</strong>
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				Right at that moment, Deacon wasn't sure if he wanted her. Oh they had a great many things in common he was sure. They both seemed to want the same things. Not just sex that went along with a lifestyle that they mutually enjoyed but something deeper then that. He smiled at her softly. He wanted more then sex with a submissive, and getting to know her might just give them both what they wanted. A Dominant had to respect his submissive just as much as she respected him. There were many in the world that didnt understand true Dom sub relationships. Deacon did. Though he's rarely been involved in them. <br><br>He noted how she relaxed when he released her but noted how her breath caught when he touched her. He liked that she reacted that way to him. Like the electricity that arched between their flesh. There was certainly something there to be tested. Waters to be tasted, fires to be had. He would enjoy this thoroughly. It would be hard with the production underway but not impossible. <br><br>As she told him what she'd be doing the following morning he nodded his head softly. "Well proper rehearsal isn't until the afternoon tomorrow." He smiled softly and then moved toward his bag sitting off to the side. He pulled out a piece of paper and and pen jotting down an address. He then walked back toward her offering it to her. "Come here tomorrow morning, bring your violin, we can rehearse here. I can help. Coffee and breakfast included." He smiled at her. Not telling her that said address was his penthouse suite. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Violin and The Whip (DecentIntoDarkness &amp; lunaticskitten) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lunaticskitten</strong> on <strong>06-11-2012, 02:18:29</strong>
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				She watched him as he moved away, trying not to ogle him but gods damn it was hard.&nbsp; The man had an incredible body.&nbsp; Of course he had to, being a dancer, but she still couldn't help admiring the craftsmanship of it.&nbsp; When he turned back she shifted her gaze, flushing guiltily, and took the piece of paper he'd offered her.&nbsp; She glanced at it quietly, fairly confidant she could find it, though she was curious where it was he wanted her to meet him.&nbsp; She knew why he wanted it to be somewhere outside the theater, after all he wanted to keep those aspects of his life secret.<br><br>"Coffee and breakfast included hmm..&nbsp; Is this an offer or a demand?" she asked softly, one brow arching delicately.&nbsp; She surprised even herself with the question, and he had to guess that she'd be there either way.&nbsp; She hadn't so much as batted an eyelash when he'd told her to remain after the rehearsal, she'd stood around like a good little lap pet, and scuttled up on stage when he ordered her to.&nbsp; if he told her to go somewhere, she'd go, if for no other reason than because he wanted that all or nothing too...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Violin and The Whip (DecentIntoDarkness &amp; lunaticskitten) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delicious Ambiguity</strong> on <strong>06-11-2012, 02:27:30</strong>
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				He knew that she was watching him even as he moved along the stage. It seemed that their attraction was more then a little mutual. He had no idea what would happen the following morning or how she was going to react to finding herself alone with him in his penthouse but it was private enough and unless she seemed to be interested in any sort of extracurricular activity, he didn't intend to take advantage of her. After all she was not yet his. Not yet being key of course. He had his hopes of course but he would not let them grow too high simply because he's been let down before by woman that intrigued him. <br><br>When she took the paper and she spoke he smiled at her, a somewhat devious looking smile. "It's an offer." He said simply and coiled the whip lightly around his hand. "For now." He added with a light sparkle in his eyes. Of course if things progressed such invitations would be commands and not offers. But for now he would leave things up to her. After all her submission would be a gift. The only reason he'd used commands on her before was simply to gauge her reactions to know just if she was a submissive or not. And now he knew she was, without a fragment of a doubt. <br><br>"I Do hope to see you though, you wont regret it." He told her and smiled. Leaning down he pressed a single kiss against her cheek. "Good Night Rhiannon." He said softly and then turned to go and gather his own things for the night. Leaving her with those things to ponder for the night and make her decision on just what she would do when morning came and if she would come to him or not. He was very much hoping that she would come, but of course, she might not. He had to prepare himself for rejection as well he knew he came on a bit strange but being a Dominant he knew no other way to come on. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Violin and The Whip (DecentIntoDarkness &amp; lunaticskitten) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lunaticskitten</strong> on <strong>06-11-2012, 04:26:04</strong>
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				She smiled back at him, giving a soft nod, not so much to confirm an acceptance of his offer, but to confirm that she understood the distinction between the two.&nbsp; As he continued she smiled, flushing faintly as he bent forward to kiss her cheek.&nbsp; Just like before there was a sense of heat and electricity, and she could feel herself just melting right there.&nbsp; <br><br>"Goodnight.." she murmured softly.&nbsp; she moved around and slid off the stage again, gathering up her things and heading quickly out into the evening air.&nbsp; He might catch a glimpse of her as she slipped into her small compact car, speeding away into the night. <br><br>All the while she drove home, and once she'd arrived in her apartment, she had him on the brain.&nbsp; God he was fun to look at, and so talented..&nbsp; -and- a dom?&nbsp; It just seemed a little unfair to the female population for him to have so much going for him.&nbsp; If he'd been gay it might have made sense.&nbsp; Of course she wasn't foolish, all men had flaws, just as all women did.&nbsp; Soon enough she'd find out what his was.<br><br>______<br><br>The next morning she woke early, earlier than normal really.&nbsp; He hadn't given her a time specifically, but she knew he'd be expecting promptness.&nbsp; She'd seen how determined he was on stage, how driven.&nbsp; He would want her there early.&nbsp; <br><br>She took a quick shower and a downed a hot cup of coffee, filling a to go cup to take with her as she left.&nbsp; Since it was morning she was dressed more casually, a pair of loose fitting pants, once more black, and a light weight sweater in dark green.&nbsp; Both complimented her appearance well, though she was so slim she sometimes seemed to swim in her clothing regardless of what she wore.&nbsp; She pulled her hair back in a quick ponytail, then changed her mind and brushed it out neatly.<br><br>When she left, using her phone's gps to navigate her way to the address he'd given her, she drove carefully and cautiously.&nbsp; Her car was small and easily damaged given its age, and since she as yet didn't have the money to replace it..&nbsp; it would have to do.&nbsp; As she drove she listened to music off her phone, a recording of herself playing the music from their production.&nbsp; In her opinion completely flooding herself with the music was the best and only way to learn.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Violin and The Whip (DecentIntoDarkness &amp; lunaticskitten) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delicious Ambiguity</strong> on <strong>07-11-2012, 00:33:19</strong>
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				Deacon turned and watched her leave, his eyes moving over her as she walked out of the hall. A smile curling his lips. Of course getting in to a proper relationship meant that he would have to reveal many of his secrets. One he could reveal easily enough. He knew when he could trust someone with that particular secret or not. Concerning the company of course and his true ownership of it. His other secret he's never gotten to that level of trust with a human woman before. Telling someone you are not human was something rather precarious. <br><br>Once she was entirely gone from the building he would slide on a pair of jeans over his tight dancers pants and slide into his shirt once more. He packed up his water bottles and slid his bag over one shoulder. He slid out the back way where a limo was waiting for him to take him back to the hotel in which he was staying. He was staying in the penthouse of the the hotel, a two floor suite with all the ammenaties. It was one of the best in the city by far. Stars stayed in these suites and given the amount of money he's amassed over the years, well, he didn't skimp when it came to his comfort. <br><br>He bedded down early that night, and woke early the next morning. He showered and slipped into a pair of lounge pants with a soft yawn. His hair brushed out neatly but left down to hang around his shoulders. He didn't intend to cook breakfast for her. Though he supposed that might be more romantic, he wasn't the greatest cook and he didn't know exactly what time she intended to come over. He did make himself some coffee and he set up a table for breakfast a single red rose in a vase in the center of the table. <br><br>In front of a huge window where the sun filtered into the room and allowed a magnificent view out onto the city he set up two music holders and his own violin, two chairs of course as he intended to help her rehearse as he'd promised to. He places hand written music on each stand. Not the printed sort she would have gotten at the theater. When she arrived at her destination she would pull up in front to vallet parking, and be instructed by the door man that the address was to the penthouse suite. She would be asked for her name and told that she was expected. A bell boy would use the key on the elevator to let her up. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Violin and The Whip (DecentIntoDarkness &amp; lunaticskitten) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lunaticskitten</strong> on <strong>07-11-2012, 03:26:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Rhiannon really wasn't sure -what- she expected, But penthouse sweet in a swank hotel..&nbsp; wasn't it.&nbsp; She wasn't too keen on sending her car off with the valet, but she finally did so, gathering up her purse, her jacket, and her violin case, as well as the slender pouch that she carried her music in.&nbsp; As the doorman explained she tried to contain her saucer eyes, when she was informed about the penthouse.&nbsp; She gave her name and followed the bell hop into the elevator, trying to puzzle it all out.<br><br>Was he -that- good?&nbsp; Well she knew he was, but she hadn't realized dancers, even leads, made -that- much.&nbsp; She supposed there could be a sideline or family money, she really didn't know anything about the man, after all.&nbsp; She fidgeted in the elevator, balancing her bag, the case, and so on, worrying absently.&nbsp; What was she getting herself -in- to?&nbsp; <br><br>Once the doors opened she tried to compose herself, hoping she wouldn't give the nerves away.&nbsp; She'd had time to think about their discussion, and about him.&nbsp; She had some questions for sure, but she was also..&nbsp; really irritatingly ridiculously excited by the idea of him, and getting to know him.&nbsp; If he was really interested in the same things she was, and they could give it a try..&nbsp; she might have finally found a Dom that didn't put her on edge.&nbsp; He intimidated her, but in a sexy way.&nbsp; He was also incredibly talented, and because of his work he understood her own.&nbsp; That was a huge plus.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Violin and The Whip (DecentIntoDarkness &amp; lunaticskitten) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delicious Ambiguity</strong> on <strong>07-11-2012, 03:37:35</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Deacon knew that she'd be shocked at where they were meeting and the penthouse suite was going to bring up some questions, he'd answer them honestly. He intended to tell her the truth about his position in the company they both worked for if it came down to that, he knew she was going to keep it to herself considering she had her own secrets to keep as well. He waited for her, drinking his coffee. Shirtless and in his lounge pants. His hair down and drying from his earlier shower. <br><br>Yawning softly he glanced over as the bell dinged on the elevator that opened directly into his pent house. He set his cup down and started toward the elevator. He smiled as he came toward the open doors. "Im glad that you came." He told her his eyes glittering softly at her. He reached into his pocket tipping the bell hop. Before telling him to have breakfast brought up. Not sure what to order he simply told him to bring up several things for breakfast. The man nodded. <br><br>Deacon reached out and took Rhiannon's violin so that he could carry it for her. "Welcome to one of my homes away from home." He bid her softly. The elevator of course would close again once she stepped out of it as he moved inside. The room was clean and boasted both a living room and a kitchen and bathroom on the main floor. Several windows of course, a large big screen television, stereo system and bar, and marble floors. There was what looked like a glass stair case and glass floors upstairs where there was a bed room, hot tub, a smaller more intimate bar, and a shower. along with a balcony that overlooked the city. <br><br>"What do you think?" He asked moving toward the music stands and his own violin to set hers down where the sun shinned in and the view of the city was. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Violin and The Whip (DecentIntoDarkness &amp; lunaticskitten) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lunaticskitten</strong> on <strong>07-11-2012, 04:28:33</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				If the valet parking and the penthouse suite had her stunned, the view of him stepping toward her as the doors opened damn near floored her.&nbsp; He was fun to look at in dancers garb, but first thing in the morning with damp freshly washed hair, no shirt and that smile..&nbsp; God damn the man was enough to keep her in wet panties for a month, just looking at him.&nbsp; She managed -not- to gape, but she did flush slightly as she stepped out.&nbsp; It hadn't even occurred to her to tip the bell hop until he'd already done it, and seeing as how he was staying there maybe that was his job to do it?&nbsp; She wasn't sure about that kind of protocol.<br><br>"well..&nbsp; It was a tempting offer" she managed after a moment, then followed him out.&nbsp; She relinquished her violin case somewhat hesitantly, not because she didn't trust him but because it was both the most expensive and the most personally valuable item she owned.&nbsp; Her car had even cost less, largely because it was a piece of shit she'd bought from a friend.&nbsp; As she stepped out and saw the view she did gape, stunned by it.&nbsp; <br><br>"wow.." she murmured, and then flushing again she realized how low class that probably sounded to him.&nbsp; "Uhm..&nbsp; Sorry..&nbsp; Its..&nbsp; lovely.&nbsp; Amazing view..&nbsp; I can..&nbsp; ah..&nbsp; see why this would be your er..&nbsp; home away from..&nbsp; home.&nbsp; You don't..&nbsp; live somewhere in the city?&nbsp; I just assumed..&nbsp; " she gave a delicate shrug.&nbsp; She really didn't know much about him..&nbsp; at all.&nbsp; She trailed behind him, laying her jacket and such down on a small table, careful not to topple any random nick knacks off.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Violin and The Whip (DecentIntoDarkness &amp; lunaticskitten) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delicious Ambiguity</strong> on <strong>10-11-2012, 13:20:59</strong>
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				Deacon smirked slightly as she spoke, winking at her slightly. Once he'd set her violin down he turned to look at her noting how she looked at the view from his little spot near the window which was far from little really the window was huge and the view was stunning. Even better at night really with the glow of the city and such. He smiled at her watching her a moment as she looked at her. <br><br>Her exclamation he found rather cute but not in the least low class. After all this was beyond a dancers salary even a lead dancer. He smiled at her. "No I don't have a place here in the city." He told her softly as he reached up sliding his fingers through his hair lightly. "I do have one out in the country, a little manor house I own away from the city for the down season, one in Scotland, Ireland, a villa in France and one in Tuscany, I have an apartment in Rome, and I recently purchased an old castle in Romania. I thought it would be funny. It's being renovated at the moment though it's in no condition to be lived in. Wherever else I go though I usually stay in places like this." He gestured around lightly. <br><br>He owned several homes, mostly because he liked to travel. He just didn't own any in the states he was thinking about getting a vineyard in California but he just wasn't sure he wanted to own anything in the states at the moment, their economy was horrible not to mention everything else going on there. Not that the rest of the world was any better. "I hope your hungry, Im having half the breakfast menu brought up, wasn't sure what you'd like." He grinned. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Violin and The Whip (DecentIntoDarkness &amp; lunaticskitten) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lunaticskitten</strong> on <strong>10-11-2012, 16:45:14</strong>
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				As he started speaking she nodded, if he could afford a little manor home then his staying in a penthouse hotel room made sense.&nbsp; it was as he continued that her eyes began to widen, brows arching as he informed her of all of his homes.&nbsp; Six..&nbsp; seven in total?&nbsp; Did people really -own- that much property?&nbsp; Good god he must be old money, there was no other reason to explain how he was so wealthy.&nbsp; -NO- dancer she'd ever heard of, even the best in the world, made that kind of cash.&nbsp; She swallowed and tried to adjust her expression, since money and wealth weren't supposed to be -that- impressive.&nbsp; still it was rather difficult to ignore...&nbsp; How much money did he really have?<br><br>"Well I can see why..&nbsp; if places like this usually have this kind of..&nbsp; ah..&nbsp; view" she couldn't help drawing comparisons to the little flat she'd rented.&nbsp; she made ok money, but definitely not penthouses and villa's money...&nbsp; She made small flat without a roommate and eating decent non ramen food.&nbsp; That was good enough for her generally, but this?&nbsp; She just wasn't entirely sure how to handle it all.<br><br>"Hungry... Oh right, yes I... well usually I'm a coffee and a pastry kind of girl but..&nbsp; a..&nbsp; uhm..&nbsp; A big breakfast is good too" she assured him softly.&nbsp; She felt more awkward around him now.&nbsp; He really was out of her league in so many ways.&nbsp; She was talented, of that she was confidant, but so was he.&nbsp; She had nothing on him there.&nbsp; He was a Dom, and very comfortable with his position in that unique lifestyle.&nbsp; He was way hotter than any one being aught to be, and moved with the grace of a shockingly sexy cat.&nbsp; Now she had to discover he was apparently ridiculously wealthy on top of it?&nbsp; What the -hell- was she doing there?
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Violin and The Whip (DecentIntoDarkness &amp; lunaticskitten) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delicious Ambiguity</strong> on <strong>11-11-2012, 12:57:45</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He wasn't trying to impress her with his money, truth told he was trying to be upfront about what kind of life he lived. He traveled a lot, especially with the company and during the down season. He enjoyed the traveling. He loved it in fact. He also wanted her to know that he had the money to take care of her. Not that she needed taking care of but, if he became her Dom, he would like to spoil her, give her the things she didn't have or couldn't have, but wanted. <br><br>Smiling, softly he glanced toward the window as she mentioned the view he nodded his head softly. "It's inspiring." He told her honestly. "I choose to live and stay in the places that give me inspiration to write my pieces." He told her hinting just a little. He leaned lightly against the wall near the window as he looked at her, his eyes moving over her. He wanted to be honest and up front with her about most things. Of course one very important fact about him would come later but other things people didn't know would have to come sooner, so they could build on that trust. <br><br>Chuckling softly he nodded his head, "I dont normally eat a big breakfast usually either but... its a special occasion." He winked at her. "I havn't had a woman over in a very long time. Years actually." He blushed slightly reaching up to rub the back of his neck. "And before you think Im lying, Im really not. I've been focused on work, and... well in my lifestyle its.. difficult. Well our lifestyle, its hard to find the right fit, I gave up for a long time." He explained with a light shrug of his shoulders. Focused more on my art... which... is something I think we should talk about first. It's... not something very many people know and I figure its a good way for us to start building on trust." He smiled at her and reached over picking up one of the stacks of hand written sheet musics on one of the stands he'd already laid out. "Can you keep a secret?" He asked before he'd hand it over. Considering his signature was at the bottom of each page.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Violin and The Whip (DecentIntoDarkness &amp; lunaticskitten) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lunaticskitten</strong> on <strong>11-11-2012, 18:22:34</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She turned from the view to perk a brow at him as he spoke.&nbsp; He wrote?&nbsp; Pieces so..&nbsp; music?&nbsp; She wasn't totally and completely without intelligence, but she didn't want to make any assumptions about him either.&nbsp; Even writing wouldn't bring him this kind of wealth...&nbsp; would it?&nbsp; Her eyes shifted to his face, and she was thoughtfully curious, as well as rather vividly aware of every move he made, however subtle.&nbsp; Some part of her was just magnetically drawn to him, and thus even the slightest shift of his body seemed to provoke a reaction from her.<br><br>As he continued she smiled.&nbsp; A special occasion?&nbsp; When he added the part about not having a woman over she almost popped out with 'bullshit" but she refrained.&nbsp; When he continued on to explain she had to nod softly in agreement.&nbsp; She hadn't 'had a man over' for the same reason.&nbsp; Once she'd realized what she liked, what she'd wanted..&nbsp; Dating had become even more impossible than her usual shy meek manners allowed for.&nbsp; it was terribly difficult to 'date' when you had to include traits that not all men really possessed.&nbsp; <br><br>"Keep a secret?" she asked softly.&nbsp; She then took the pages he offered, gingerly.&nbsp; Of course she recognized them for what they were, and after a quick glance she knew what they contained.&nbsp; This, combined with his earlier comments, only confirmed what she'd began to suspect.&nbsp; No wonder he had been so pleased with her playing, her knowledge and appreciation of the piece.&nbsp; He'd -written- it!<br><br>"Well..&nbsp; I wasn't expecting that..&nbsp; " she spotted the signature and nodded in confirmation.&nbsp; "Not that I didn't..&nbsp; uhm well..&nbsp; I just...&nbsp; thought you were an amazing dancer..&nbsp; So I wasn't expecting this too..&nbsp; Explains the ahm..&nbsp; wealth..&nbsp; it really is an amazing composition..&nbsp; complex but haunting and beautiful." she paused, smiling faintly with the hint of a blush in her cheeks. "I'm not flattering you when I say that either..&nbsp; Its how I felt before I knew who wrote it.&nbsp; "
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Violin and The Whip (DecentIntoDarkness &amp; lunaticskitten) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delicious Ambiguity</strong> on <strong>13-11-2012, 11:01:27</strong>
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				Truthfully he wouldn't blame her if she called bullshit on him but he had one too many things that he had to hide to keep a relationship in the lifestyle that he lived. Trust and honesty was a big part of the way they lived, and it was hard being honest when you weren't all that you seemed. He was not&nbsp; just a dancer, nor was he just a composer, he was also a business man, and a choreographer, not to mention the owner of the entire company. He also was very careful with his money, the way he used it, stocks, bonds, things of that sort, so that it would grow. He did indeed play the stock market and usually he came out on top. Not to mention investing his money carefully where it would do good and profit him. THAT was why he was so wealthy. Of course that other minor issue, which was not minor at all. He wasn't human. And few women really could handle that truth. <br><br>He watched her reaction carefully as she seemed to put the pieces together and smiled faintly. He shook his head softly at her as he watched her. He enjoyed just looking at her. The way she blushed, the expressions on her rather animated face, the fall of her hair, the way her body moved. She was becoming an infatuation rather quickly it seemed. An obsession. One that he would very much like to have his collar on. <br><br>"I know. If I thought you were the flattering kind, I don't think you would be here." He said rather frankly as he looked at her, his eyes glittering at her as he flashed her a smile. "Truthfully however that isn't the whole secret." He cleared his throat lightly. "How do you feel about dating your boss so to speak?" He asked her with a light tilt of his head. "I am the silent owner of the company we both work for. I compose the performances, choreograph them, and most of the time write the lyrics. I occasionally get help from my managers but... not often." He shrugged lightly. "You were moved to first chair because that's where I wanted you, where you belonged. And before you protest and claim I was biased I had barely spoken to you then. Only listened. Your playing, your memorization and your passion was far superior then the former first chair, and I want only the best for my production. And you presented to be the best. In more ways then one it seems." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Violin and The Whip (DecentIntoDarkness &amp; lunaticskitten) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lunaticskitten</strong> on <strong>13-11-2012, 15:30:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled faintly, nodding softly.&nbsp; She liked that he didn't want someone to just kiss his ass.&nbsp; She was shy yes, and very much a submissive certainly, but she was -not- unwilling to give the truth when asked for.&nbsp; If she offered a compliment it was genuine, or she simply said nothing.&nbsp; She was a firm believer in the "if you can't say something nice" rule, unless she was specifically requested to give an honest critique.&nbsp; She could be blunt at times, she just didn't like to do it if it could cause harm to another.<br><br>As he continued, and gave her the whole truth, she gasped in surprise.&nbsp; Now -that- she wouldn't have guessed, and she actually gaped at him briefly before closing her mouth quickly.&nbsp; She looked down at the music she held, and after a moment turned and carefully placed it back on the stand he'd picked it up from.&nbsp; She tilted her head thoughtfully, considering the situation thoroughly before she gave a response.&nbsp; That thoughtful look was obvious, her face filled with emotion as she sorted through the various points of interest.<br><br>"Well..since..&nbsp; it is not widely known, it ..shouldn't be an issue.&nbsp; I cannot be accused of trying to ..&nbsp; well..&nbsp; sleep my way up the ladder, as it were.&nbsp; Honestly..&nbsp; Unless we ahm..&nbsp; well reach a point of real agreement..&nbsp; in terms of my possible..submission to you, there's no need for anyone to know of our interactions outside of the theater. " she paused again, then added softly.&nbsp; "I take your praise as a high compliment..&nbsp; Not because of what you ah..&nbsp; might be but..&nbsp; Because of your apparent expertise and talent.&nbsp; I've..&nbsp; worked very hard just to be worthy of a company like this, its an honor.&nbsp; I never expected to be moved up especially so quickly..&nbsp; although I have a feeling it is going to cause some conflicts." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Violin and The Whip (DecentIntoDarkness &amp; lunaticskitten) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delicious Ambiguity</strong> on <strong>21-11-2012, 02:44:56</strong>
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				Deacon couldn't help but watch her carefully as she thought over what he'd just revealed to her. Simply because it was a rather big secret. Something very few in the company knew. Oh most of&nbsp; the managers knew but only because they had to know, and they all had signed contracts that kept their mouths shut so none of them would tell anyone, including the composers, the choreographers, and the other instructors. He didn't want people knowing, mostly because he wanted to continue to perform. Owning the company and performing in said company were two things that were almost impossible to do if it was widely known that he owned it. <br><br>When she did finally respond he sighed, seemingly out of relief, given that she didn't put the idea of them out of her head outright. He smiled faintly at her as he pushed himself from the wall and started toward her. Still shirtless and in those lounge pants. It was morning still and in the privacy of his penthouse after all. Had they gone out he would have dressed more conservatively. But he was rather fond of her reaction when she stepped off the elevator. <br><br>"The managers are really the only ones that know." He told her honestly. "And they have contracts that keep their mouths shut." He assured her softly. "You should take it as a compliment as it was meant as not just a compliment, but... this is my company, I want the best for it, and you are the best." He told her stepping in front of her. He reached out and he placed his fingers on her chin. He lifted her face to look up at him. "As for conflicts there will be none. That is not something I tolerate nor do my managers. That blonde, who thinks she is the best in the pit will learn her place or leave, her talent is a dime a dozen your a diamond in the rough. I can replace her, I can't replace you. And have no intentions of doing so." He smiled at her. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Violin and The Whip (DecentIntoDarkness &amp; lunaticskitten) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lunaticskitten</strong> on <strong>21-11-2012, 05:11:30</strong>
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				While she was surprised with his position, she wasn't put off by it.&nbsp; "don't dip your wick in the company ink" made sense, but there were exceptions to every rule.&nbsp; She had been interested in him the moment she laid eyes on him with that whip in his hands, and that interest wasn't going to go away now that she knew he was rich and owned the company any more than knowing those things beforehand would have made her -want- him if she didn't.&nbsp; She was impressed and intimidated by him somewhat, but more because of his dominant presence than by his wealth or his job.<br><br>"I am glad to know that..&nbsp; Though I'd still rather this..&nbsp; remain a separate thing.&nbsp; If..&nbsp; If we do not mesh, I would like to think that will not effect my job within the company, and visa versa..&nbsp; " she gave a gentle shrug, struggling not to shiver as his fingers found her chin and tipped her face up.&nbsp; <br><br>"You're going to embarrass me if you keep saying things like that" she teased softly, then quietly added. "I meant what I said before..&nbsp; Its a beautiful piece..&nbsp; I studied hard because it was a pleasure to do so..&nbsp; and because I am a bit of a perfectionist..&nbsp; Truthfully my first play through yesterday was off..&nbsp; You kept snapping that whip and..&nbsp; it was very distracting." she flushed a bit deeper, but she didn't turn her gaze away.&nbsp; As long as those fingers held her chin up, her eyes were captured by his.
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