Taming the Wolf (desideratum and anon)
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				Title: <strong>Taming the Wolf (desideratum and anon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>anon</strong> on <strong>09-10-2008, 07:23:31</strong>
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				Clara Black sat in her favorite coffee spot, sipping on her usual brew as she watched the coming and going of the people over the pages of a worn book. Wired-rimmed glasses perched on her nose and dark hair tied up in a messy bun, she looked like every other patrons of the coffee shop.<br><br>Slim in form, her pale skin revealed that she probably spent more time sitting behind a desk doing some research in some dusty library than outside on the beach. Her t-shirt and worn jeans hinted that she was probably more accustomed to a cafe surrounding than that of an upscale restaurant. She wore no makeup nor jewelries and had no specific marks...an advantage for her when she needed to blend in with the crowd. The messenger bag set next to her only serve to reinforce that idea. The overall air that she gave off was a mix of "nope, not interested" and "sorry, move on" signals<br><br>She leaned back in her seat for a moment, listening to the jazz from the speakers, barely audible through the low murmurs of the patrons. The small bell above the door jingled every time the door opened. Her tongue darted out, licking up a drop of coffee off of her lips as she swept her gaze over the shop. Her fingers tapped against the paper cup, warm beneath her fingers. <br><br>It was the ordinary bunch today...nothing of interest, really. She heaved a sigh as she returned her gaze to the book. She had so hoped that there would be something unusual today. Or rather, someone unusual. Eyebrows furrowed in concentration, she flipped another page of the book. <em>Another hour...then I'm gone.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Taming the Wolf (desideratum and anon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>desideratum</strong> on <strong>09-10-2008, 12:02:10</strong>
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				Jacob moved aimlessly through the streets of this lazy town, gritting his teeth impatiently. A dark sweatshirt swathed his fit form and heavy cargo pants swished quietly with his nimble steps. Framed by the cowl of his hoodie, his face was angular and contemplative, shadowed by a day's growth of beard. His eyes were deep, chocolate pools; his hair a rumpled brown mess. Despite being a broad, sturdy figure, he moved with surprising precision, a sort of dark grace akin to that of a dancer or athlete. Most people either didn't notice or thought nothing of it, for which he was grateful. Though he tried his best to blend in and avoid attention, he knew inwardly that he was...different. Superior. <br><br>His eyes glinted darkly in the afternoon sunlight as he glanced at passersby, returning friendly greetings with a quiet nod here, a forced smile there. Where the hell was he?<br><br>He had been on his way to the city of Bismarck when he'd run into some road construction. One detour led to another, and now, six hours later, he was stranded in some hick town without gas or any idea if he was even still in North Dakota at all. Mentally cursing his poor sense of direction, his eyes glided around the dusty town, groping for some clue of where he was, some useful piece of information; all he saw were the same dusty streets and sleepy locals bustling about.<br><br>Feeling exhausted and frustrated, he pushed his way into the nearest cafe, instantly enveloped in the cool air and quiet bustle of the little shop. There were a number of patrons, but few of them bothered even to look up at his entry. He preferred it that way. Weaving past a burly, bearded construction worker and a woman buried in a book, he sat down at a table in the corner of the shop, eyes gliding over the people with an aloof, idle curiosity. He supposed he should probably ask someone for help. He hated doing so; with the power he possessed, he should never need anyone else for anything.<br><br>Running his finger distractedly over the grooves and coarse would table, he stared through a flickering, muted television in the corner displaying a soccer game, not really seeing it. He felt eyes on him. To most of the room, the dark, quiet man didn't even exist; but his senses were accute, and something told him that someone was paying him more attention than he liked. <em>I've just been out too long...I need to relax before something bad happens.</em><br><br>With a quiet, irritated sigh, he leaned back in his chair and ordered a coffee from a slender, giggly waitress, then returned to his quiet study of the room from the depths of his hood as he tried to think of a plan.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Taming the Wolf (desideratum and anon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>anon</strong> on <strong>10-10-2008, 03:10:19</strong>
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				<em>Well now...</em> Clara looked up when the bell jingled again. In came a new face to the sleepy little town where she spent her weekends. She lowered the book a little to allow better view of the newcomer. That he scanned the little shop told her that he was not a regular, not a local. The way he moved immediately set off alarm in her. She took a sip of her coffee, keeping track of him as he made his way over to a table, watching his movement. <br><br>No doubt about it. This one was definitely not human.<br><br>And while she wasn't adept enough at identifying them to figure out exactly what he was, the fact that he wasn't the norm immediately sparked enough of an interest in her to keep her attention on him surreptitiously even as she put the coffee down and seemingly returned her attention to the book again. <br><br>The hood kept his face hidden from her until he sat down. Her lips quirked up in a sideways smile. He fit her type to a tee. The aloof and self-important air immediately brought out her urges to stamp that ego down. It took less than a minute for her to access and categorize his type. <br><br>She raised a finger, calling the same waitress that had been talking to Jacob over. "I would like my check now, Dani. And, um," She hesitated, as though feigning shy," She nodded at the stranger, "I'll pay for his as well."<br><br>"Sure." Dani popped the gum in her mouth before heading over to the register.<br><br>Clara smiled a little before dropping her gaze back to her book again. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Taming the Wolf (desideratum and anon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>desideratum</strong> on <strong>10-10-2008, 12:49:40</strong>
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				Though Jacob wasn't exactly the type to fraternize in a coffee shop, it was refreshing to just sit and think for a few moments, to be...just another person. Letting his hood fall back and idly pushing a piece of melting ice across his table, he pondered over his situation. He was lost in the middle of nowhere with no gas and a dead cell phone. He should be worried. He should be asking for help. Instead, he found himself almost enjoying it. Sometimes he felt like he was meant for something...more. More dangerous, more adventerous, more exhilerating and fulfilling. With his abilities, he had the opportunity to have a rather extraordinary life. But which path to follow?<br><br>He absently lifted his cup to his lips only to find it empty. suddenly taken out of his ruminations, he looked around the room with a slightly befuddled expression. He didn't usually get so lost in thought. Some of the same people were still there, so it didn't appear to have been very long. Quickly donning his aloof demeanor again he summoned the waitress to pay.<br><br>"Oh, that's been taken care of," she said with a knowing smile, chewing her popped gum back into shape before continuing. <em>What..? Was there someone here that he knew?</em> "Seems you have a secret admirer, dear," she finished with a wink and turned away.<br><br>Jacob quickly caught her slender arm with a gentle but firm grasp, his brow furrowed. Leaning close to speak in a hushed whisper, he asked who it was, which brought a quiet giggle from the girl. "I oughta sue you," she murmured playfully, pulling her arm from his grasp. She nodded with a wink toward the woman buried in her book before moving on to attend to another table.<br><br>For a moment Jacob stood in the middle of the cafe, hesitating, eyeing this stranger sideways while pretending to be looking at menus. She didn't look like anyone he recognized; just another patron of the cafe. Though modest and unremarkable, her features held a simple beauty and strength that left his eyes lingering curiously. It seemed as if he was the last thing in the world she was paying attention to. And as a fair-skinned scholarly type, she seemed like the last person in the world to buy him a drink; at the moment, all she seemed to be interested in was that old book of hers. His impulse was to just walk away from the awkward situation...<br><br>...but then he remembered his previous line of thought. How could he ever experience adventure if he couldn't even talk to a stranger in a cafe?<br><br>Ultimately, curiosity got the best of him, and he approached the bookworm's table slowly, donning his aloofness.<br><br>"Excuse me," he stopped next to her table and spoke quietly, his voice naturally soft. He looked down at her with nothing more than idle curiosity, his dark eyes inquisitive. "Do I know you?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Taming the Wolf (desideratum and anon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>anon</strong> on <strong>10-10-2008, 23:26:03</strong>
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				Clara raised her head slowly from her book at his voice, her expression as though she had just been unpleasantly interrupted by some annoying little gnat. She peered at him over her glasses with an arched eyebrow and scanned his full length slowly, letting him feel the full weight of her gaze as her eyes traveled over his frame, looking entirely unimpressed by the man standing before her. Settling back with a sigh, she returned her attention to the book again, dismissing him in that one single look without saying anything. <br><br>The patrons about them were still minding their own businesses, not quite the sort to get pulled into any drama if they could. Over the aroma of her coffee, she could smell something earthy from him, almost like the scent of pine freshly washed with rain water. It brought back memories of dark nights in the cabin, the sounds of leather kissing flesh and skins aglow with the flickering of the fire in the fireplace. <br><br>Slipping off her glasses, still ignoring the man before her, she returned it to its case and tucked it into her bag. She pulled out a few bills to leave on the table before waving to the waitress. "I'll see you next weekend, Dani." So saying, she slipped the book into the bag and swung the back over her shoulder. She brushed past him, her shoulder striking him roughly on the arm as she made her way out to her little two-doors parked in front of the shop. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Taming the Wolf (desideratum and anon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>desideratum</strong> on <strong>11-10-2008, 00:34:37</strong>
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				As that cool, disdainful gaze glided up and down his body, which became warm and stiff as he flushed uncomfortably beneath her scrutiny, he studied her at the same time. And in more detail than she could have known. The floral scent of a luxurious soap tickled his accute nostrils, belying her simple, middle-class appearance; a very strange, pungently sweet smell that he didn't recognize wafted from the bag of hers; and for a moment, he thought he detected a hint of arousal in the scent of the woman. What was going through her head?<br><br>Her rude exit left him gaping indignantly after this woman. He glanced around the inn at the poeople pointedly minding their own business before rushing after her, cheeks flushed faintly with anger and embarrassment. <em>Who the hell does she think she is?</em> Well, she obviously had no idea who <em>he</em> was--or what for that matter. Jaw clenched in tightly reigned anger, he indulged himself for a moment with the mental image of teaching the wench a lesson with the worst damn scare she's ever head. Perhaps the only thing that kept him from doing something rash and petty was his suspicion that there was more to this woman than met the eye. As he pushed out of the cafe, sending the bell above his head rattling sharply to his ears, she was already at the door to her car. Refusing to let her get the best of him--or at least, refusing to show that she had--he shouted stiffly out at her, "Have a nice day," then instantly regretted adding, "And be careful who you fuck with!" He had to stop saying things like that, before someone put two and two together.<br><br>He should have left it at that. He should have walked away now and dismissed the whole event as a strange fluke or a bad day. But he had to know who this woman really was, why she paid for his drink, what she wanted and...strangely, he wanted to know a lot about her. A small part of the neglected rational part of his brain murmured in protest as he moved closer to the woman, leaning a fist on the hood of her car.<br><br>"Who are you with? The county? FBI?" It was a longshot, but he hoped to learn something from her reaction whether he was right or not. "I'll have you know, I haven't done anything. I'm lost, that's the only reason I'm in this place." Biting off his words, he mentally berated himself. As if he had to explain himself to this woman! Her stern, commanding nature seemed to wring the moxy right out of him and left him feeling like a babbling fool. Jaw clenched shut, he took his hand from her vehicle and folded his arms instead, squinting at her in the bright sunlight, his bushy brown hair rustling across his forehead in the dusty breeze.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Taming the Wolf (desideratum and anon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>anon</strong> on <strong>11-10-2008, 01:31:25</strong>
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				Clara heard the insults that he flung her way, her lips curling a little at them. Still, she kept walking.<br><br>Clara took her sweet time opening the car door and dumping the backpack in the back. She took out two bottles of water, one marked a little with her initial, the other sealed, save for a small hole at the cap that was nearly undetectable. Putting the two in the cup holders, she stepped out of the car again and crossed her arms, her eyes scanning over his form again, as though searching for his weaknesses, both mental and physical.<br><br>Tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear, she said quietly, her voice flat, "Take your hands off of the hood of my car." Her eyes fastened on his as she spoke. "And exactly why should I be careful of who I 'fuck' with?" She raised an eyebrow at him. "My sex life is none of your business. But if this is a proposition..." She trailed off, her lips quirking into a smirk. "You are not fit to make one to me. Or rather, you can, but I won't even spare the energy of entertaining it."<br><br>She drummed her fingers against the car door. "However, if you are lost, I can assist you in that. If you care to ask nicely." She cocked an eyebrow, pushing her hips to a side. "I doubt you would want to stay in a local inn, what with the sound of your declaration resounding on the street. One thing you need to know about this place?" She leaned forward conspiratorially, her voice lowered. "People take great pride in this town, and you had just managed to trash it with your tone. I wouldn't be surprise if they left some rather...unpleasant surprises in your bed at night."<br><br>Indeed, a few passerby shot glares at Jacob as they moved past the two into the shop, where no doubt a raging rant about the disrespectful visitor was being carried on. <br><br>"However," She tilted her head, "you happen to be in luck. I'm not a local and your attempts at insulting me are weak enough to make me pity you. Ask nicely again and I'll drop you back off in a place that I'm sure you're more accustom to." There seemed to be hidden meanings behind her words, but she said nothing to elaborate on it. Instead, she raised a shoulder. "It's a win-win situation."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Taming the Wolf (desideratum and anon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>desideratum</strong> on <strong>13-10-2008, 00:08:08</strong>
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				Fully distracted in his anger, Jacob took no note of the exceptional care Clara took in choosing and placing the bottles of water. His jaw tight, his teeth gritting, his eyes flashed quickly from her slanted hips back to her face. From scathing sarcasm to insulting his appearance. What a winner! <br><br>At her threats, Jacob just rolled his eyes. People weren't so stupid as to not see who the rude one was here! However, when he gave a nervous, surreptitious glance around him, he saw a plump woman with a sweet face give him a knowing glare; another man nodded at her as if saying, "I know; people these days!" Jacob's eyes narrowed incredulously. Was everyone out to get him in this town?! Looking back to this lovely woman in front of him to avoid seeing any more skank-eyes, he watched her expression carefully, wondering just what her half of the win-win situation was.<br><br>Nevertheless, he didn't exactly feel welcome in this place anymore and he'd take a ride where he could get it--which would probably be quite rare at this point. It burned him up that, in reality, he needed this woman and her ride. Well, even if he did, he wouldn't sacrifice his pride to get it. After a couple moments of thought, his eyes contemplative and still burning with carefully repressed anger, he moved to the passenger side of the car and looked up at her.<br><br>"May I touch it, ma'am?" he asked sarcastically before opening the door.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Taming the Wolf (desideratum and anon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>anon</strong> on <strong>13-10-2008, 02:27:25</strong>
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				Clara's lips curled. "You may." She answered evenly, as though oblivious to the sarcasm in his voice. She didn't make an attempt to correct him on his manners or that mistake of him not answering her question. Instead, she remained silent, her smile widening as she moved her hand back to the car door again. <em>This one is going to be fun...</em><br><br>She herself slipped into the driver's seat and slammed the door shut before starting the ignition. She took her time, checking the mirrors meticulously and pulling on her seat belt before looking over to him and motioning for him to do the same. Pulling out of the parking space at a speed that was probably too quick to be safe, she exited the the small parking space and merged into the quiet street.<br><br>"Water?" Without taking her eyes off of the road, she plucked one bottle up and offered it to him as she continued making her way down the street and out of the small town. Fields span about them, occasionally littered with people, but for the most part, empty save for some birds sweeping low across the crops. <br><br>The road was clear before them, with no car in sight, nor any on coming. Clara sped up, enjoying the shot of adrenaline going through her at the high speed and the sound of the engine purring through the leather seats. 
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				Post by: <strong>desideratum</strong> on <strong>13-10-2008, 03:34:28</strong>
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				Jacob gripped his seatbelt tensely as they sped along, glancing nervously from the speedometer, to her face, to the road, and back again. "Is that necessary?" he mumbled anxiously, watching her speed around the few cars that shared the road.<br><br>He took the water bottle suspiciously, as he was of any gesture of apparent kindness from her. But the cap cracked satisfactorily in his grip, obviously a fresh bottle. With a shrug he gratefully began guzzling it, happy for the cool water running through him after being trapped in the hot, dusty town all day.<br><br>Inwardly, Jacob was a little satisfied at finding his suspicion to be correct--she certainly wasn't what she seemed. Despite her simple appearance, Jacob had gotten one hint after another that underneath her stern, disinterested appearance, this woman was...atypical, adventerous, flirtatious, even wild. What was a woman like her doing in a place like this? Then again, the same could be asked of himself.<br><br>"So, out with it--" He paused for a lazy yawn before continuing--"If you loathe me as much as you act, why are you helping me?" he asked without looking at her, staring tiredly out at the landscape sliding by.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Taming the Wolf (desideratum and anon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>anon</strong> on <strong>13-10-2008, 05:18:04</strong>
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				"Absolutely." Clara swerved again. Her driving that of an experienced driver, movements smooth despite the sharp maneuvers. "Just be glad that I kept the windows closed this time." Her voice was lighter than it had been in the cafe, as though simply being on the road had freed up part of her. <br><br>The scenery flew past them at a dizzying speed, far too quickly to be able to discern anything past a blur of colors. Clara continued talking, her eyes moving constantly about to check out the mirrors and the roads before her. Whatever she was, she wasn't one to take un-calculated risks. <br><br>"Where are you from anyways? And exactly where you were going?" She jerked the steering wheel about to avoid running into an oncoming car. "You don't seem to be the type that would drop into that place for its nice little bed and breakfast. And I highly doubt that you have any relatives living in that place." The scenery changed from a blur of yellow to a blur of dark green. "As for your question..."<br><br>She trailed off, watching him through the corner of her eye. "I don't loathe you. I'm indifferent towards you. Intrigued, even. And this is not so much helping you as helping myself...I am in need of a new source of entertainment. And you," She turned her attention back to the road, seeing the drug taking affect, "are it."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Taming the Wolf (desideratum and anon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>desideratum</strong> on <strong>13-10-2008, 05:58:08</strong>
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				As the scenery began blurring around Jacob, he rested his head in his hand, rubbing his temple. God he was tired...being lost in a remote, hostile town must have been more stressful than he realized.<br><br>"From? Uhm, I'm here because..." Jacob yawned again, closing his eyes, trying to think clearly. "I told you, I was lost...I was--" he let out a small moan as one of her swerves made his stomach lurch. Everything was moving so dizzyingly, it was all a blur; much more so than even Clara's driving speed accounted for. He was car sick, his head felt thick... What was wrong with him? He felt his alertness fading fast, making him panic as he tried desperately to hold onto consciousness.<br><br>In his stupor, it took Jacob a moment to understand Clara's last words. Entertainment? Her words, her tone, her expression; everything about it gave Jacob a dark, icy feeling deep in his stomach. "Ah..what? are you..." his mouth felt full of cotton...he fumbled with his seatbelt awkwardly as if he had oven mitts on. His last sight before falling out of consciousness was that of Clara with a sinister smile across her face; then everything faded as he slumped forward limply against his seatbelt.<br><br>Somewhere, deep within the dark bowels of his subconscious, Jacob knew that life would never be the same for him.
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				Post by: <strong>anon</strong> on <strong>13-10-2008, 07:15:41</strong>
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				Clara gave a small laugh. The understanding and the sudden enlightenment of what was happening was almost tangible in his words. She spared a moment to ruffle his hair. "We'll have fun, don't worry." She smiled as she continued driving.<br><br>An hour or so later, she stood in her loosely termed basement, which was in fact had been converted to a "guest room." A large bed occupy the center of the room with wrought iron frame and posts, along with a few cabinets that lined the room. The floor was covered by a plush carpet, the pavement peeking out only from certain strategic places, where heavy iron rings can be seen. <br><br>She glanced over with a smile at her handiwork. Jacob, stripped down to his boxers, sitting on the chair with cuffs about his wrists and ankles, the end of the chains linked to the heavy rings about the chair. Around his neck was a silver collar, runes inscribed in scrawls. She tilted her head at him, her expression that of mild interest.<br><br>Studying him a little longer, she left the room and got a small bowl of water from the bathroom that she had built into the basement and splashed the water over his face. "Wake up, sleeping beauty." She cooed. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Taming the Wolf (desideratum and anon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>desideratum</strong> on <strong>13-10-2008, 08:32:03</strong>
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				Jacob flinched and jerked impulsively away from the cold water, groaning incoherently as he slowly came to his senses. At first, unable to understand his situation, he just looked around groggily. After adjusting to the dim lighting, his eyes slid along the sterile room, taking in the cot in the middle of the room, the rings in the floor, the cabinets. It looked like a basement gone wrong. It looked like some sort of dungeon or torture chamber. Interesting. His eyes moved on and settled on the woman standing in front of him, and then went wide. He could only gape for a minute as he took in the situation and slowly remembered his meeting with her. Where had been last? In the car with her...sleepy...<em>Fuck, the water!</em><br><br>"...kidnapped me?! You've got to be kidding me...do you have any idea who I am?!" He bared his teeth a little and glared at her furiously, moving to stand up, finding himself pinned. Glancing down, his eyes met the heavy chains that held him in place, and then at his nearly naked state, he could only stare in shock. For the first time since waking up, a little fear sparked in the pit of his stomach. Cold metal hugged his throat, but no chains seemed to be attached to the collar. <em>What the hell?!</em> When he looked back up at her, his eyes flashied darkly, his cheeks stained red from shame. Kidnapped by some townswoman? Had she molested him? He clenched his hands in fists.<br><br>"What the hell...Let me go now, you creep, before you come to regret this. You don't know what I can fucking do." <em>I'll give her one warning, then I'll show her just who she's messing with.</em> He tugged testily at the chains, wondering how strong they were and if they could hold him. He didn't want to waste his surprise only to find himself stuck there.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Taming the Wolf (desideratum and anon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>anon</strong> on <strong>14-10-2008, 00:53:26</strong>
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				"Mm. Someone is in a bad mood." She said lightly as she dumped the rest of the water over him, splashing the upper half of his body with the liquid before placing it down on a table nearby. "I would have thought you to be a better mood after sleeping for so long." Her eyes flashed as he tugged on the chains experimentally. "Ah ah. I wouldn't do that if I were you." She answered mildly. "It's very sensitive. Tug too hard and you'll get a shock of electricity. Now with you all wet..." She made a small tsk-ing sound. "That wouldn't be a very pretty outcome, would it?"<br><br>She leaned against the footboard of the bed, studying him, a small smile playing on her lips. "And 'kidnap' has such negative connotations. I prefer...planned detour." Hips cocked to one side, she tilted her head at him. "Besides, I did said that if you ask nicely for a ride...which you didn't. So I assumed that you had no idea exactly where you wanted to go and I had graciously brought you back to my humble abode."<br><br>Tapping her chin, she took a few steps toward him, though still out of his reach while he was still attached to the chains. "Now let's see. I'm not exactly sure what you are. Apparently you're no vampire, I heard your heart beating. Doubtful you're any kind of demon, otherwise you wouldn't have been able to make it through the doors." Her smile widened and her voice dropped to a sultry purr. "My, my. Have I caught myself a little wolf?"
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				Post by: <strong>desideratum</strong> on <strong>14-10-2008, 01:47:54</strong>
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				"Vampires? Demons? You're insane. This is a misunderstanding, I'm just a normal guy, now let me the hell out of here. Look, I'm sorry if I was rude, okay?" He flinched at the fact that he was apologizing, bending to her will a little, exposing his growing fear inside. He would not let himself fear this woman. She was just a weird lunatic, probably with a lot of repressed sexual tension. And yet...<em>how does she know about me?</em><br><br>As she moved closer he looked up at her darkly through his dark hair hanging wetly, baring his teeth threateningly, trembling with the effort it took not to jump up and fight against the, to let the feral rage inside him unleash itself. The cold collar clutched his throat as he swallowed hard, debating whether to try calling her bluff and pulling at the chains. Instead he decided to wait, to be patient for the right time. She couldn't keep him chained up forever!<br><br>"What the hell do you want from me? If it's money, you apparently already have it, along with my clothes. I have nothing else to give, just let me go." He tried to not let it sound like pleading, but wasn't all that successful, fidgeting anxiously in his seat, his wet boxers that not clung wetly and revealingly to his form making a squelch sound. "At least uncuff me from these things! What do you think I'm going to do, attack you? Who kidnapped who here?" He rattled his chains a little, trying to calm himself down, to look unthreatening and meek. It was not easy.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Taming the Wolf (desideratum and anon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>anon</strong> on <strong>14-10-2008, 05:26:53</strong>
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				Clara laughed, shaking her head a little as she braced herself against the footboard again. She had spared a bit of time to root through the pockets of his pants and found a wallet, along with it, his information. She had no need for the cash and had stashed it all away in a closet upstairs. "Really, Jacob." She smiled. "Insane? Misunderstanding? Make up your mind, do you intend on insulting me or coaxing me into giving you what you want? Though..."<br><br>She tilted her head at him again, her grin widening. "Neither would convince me to free you." She headed toward a cabinet. "By all means, threaten me and try to change. Though I would warn against that. That collar? Silver and enchanted. You won't be able to change, but you'll be in horrible pain, and believe it or not? I rather you not be in pain."<br><br>From the drawer, she pulled out a switchblade. Flicking it open, she walked back to him in measured steps, testing the edge against her thumb. "As for what I want from you..." She stopped before him and stood with before him, her shoulders squared and her gaze level as she tapped the blade against his cheek. Her smile grew dark. "I don't think it's that hard to figure out what I want from you, Jacob. You must have figured it out by now..." She dragged the blade down his torso and stopped at the waistband of his boxer. "Haven't you?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Taming the Wolf (desideratum and anon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>desideratum</strong> on <strong>14-10-2008, 09:05:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Enchanted collar? I've never heard of such a thing..." He frowned worriedly, suddenly feeling much more conscious of the weight of the silver collar around his neck and the heavy chain links tugging at his wrists and ankles. Where would a person get such things? He still thought she was bluffing about it all, but didn't particularly want to find out. The best time to...<br><br>His thoughts came to a halt as he felt the cold blade on his cheek, then a shiver ran up his spine as she dragged it so casually down his torso. From what he'd seen of this woman so far, he had no idea whether she'd decide she fancied skinning him like an animal. At the same time, despite himself, his body betrayed him and he felt a little spark of arousal somewhere deep inside, and he stomped it down ashamedly. When the knife point reached the waist of his wet underwear, his breath caught.<br><br>He had indeed finally figured it out, and it left an icy feeling of dread in the pit of his stomach. This woman really was out to rape him. His back stiff, pushing back in the chair away from that blade, he looked her up and down anxiously, trying desperately to think of some way to stall, some way to talk some sense into this woman, anything. "I...didn't think I was your type," he said quickly, sweat beading on his forehead. "You said so yourself. And you know I'm a shifter, who knows what could happen...I don't think you want to do this with a werewolf...you might get a hell of a lot worse than an STD..." He knew he sounded rediculous, but he was panicking.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Taming the Wolf (desideratum and anon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>anon</strong> on <strong>14-10-2008, 20:02:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"So I did catch myself a little wolf." Clara twisted the blade against the waistband a little, a triumphant smile on her face. "Lovely. I haven't had one of you yet." The fabric was beginning to tear under the blade, revealing the white elastic beneath the cloth. "Vampires, yes, and various other shapeshifters. But you, little wolf, will be a first for me."<br><br>"And if you don't believe me about the collar, I encourage you to try. Test it out." She added a little pressure onto the blade, slowly slicing through the elastic. Her free hand came up to run her finger over the engraved runes. "See if I'm bluffing. But like I said...I rather you not be in significant pain. Though," he fingers hooked into the collar and gave it a little tug, "the last one that I used it on, passed out within the first five seconds. He'll tell you, he regret that action. After all, that meant that he couldn't remember what I did next."<br><br>The knife finally made it through the elastic band, and it snapped against Jacob's skin as it came loose. Clara kept the blade there, dragging it down slowly. "As for your concern for my well-being...as genuine, or rather, not, it is, I am no fool as you will come to see." Her lips quirked sideways. "I did my research. Relax, little wolf," she let go of the collar and ruffled his hair a little, "you might even come to enjoy this...the last one did, at any rate. Although we really must do something about your manners."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Taming the Wolf (desideratum and anon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>desideratum</strong> on <strong>14-10-2008, 20:54:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yeah, you caught a wolf, and you'll get bitten," he growled bitterly as he tried to ignore the knife blade. That became impossible as it began slicing through his boxers, revealing his lightly furred pelvis. His skin tingled as he felt it burning red in shame and embarrassment from his cheeks down his chest. The most shaming part of it all was that he could feel a spark of excitement in him and his manhood was stiffening, hopefully imperceptibly as of yet. He found his eyes gliding up her arm as she worked; up to her chest, outlining her bosom through her shirt; caressing her face, her cheeks, her lips quirked in a small smile; imagining, fantasizing, longing. What was he doing? Ogling a woman who claims to have raped vampires?<br><br>There was a sense of finality to her motions as the knife cut away his last bit of covering to hide behind and confirmed beyond all doubt or delusion that he was helpless; merely her toy now. Clenching his eyes shut to avoid looking at this disturbing woman, he tried to fight down the swirling mess of conflicting arousal, anger, and fear. But as he felt his tattered boxers fall away from his thighs, leaving him completely exposed, he clenched his thighs over his mostly limp cock, fidgeting a little, and took a nervous peek at her face to see her reaction, hoping not to see disappointment. <em>Why the hell should I care whether she likes it?</em><br><br>"...what are you going to do?" he asked in a small voice. His damp skin was cold, his hair standing on end, but he felt sweat beading on his forehead beneath Clara's eyes. No one had made him feel like this before; a mere toy, virtually worthless except for sexual value, to be used at their whims. It was humiliating, sickening, ...exhilerating. Clenching his jaw and gritting his teeth, he cast his gray eyes away from her again in disgust, more with himself than with her. He gave his bonds a small tug, starting to wonder if the pain she described would be a desirable tradeoff at this point. The carefully repressed feral power within him burned to be released; his eyes flashed, his muscles twitched throughout his bared body. No. He would wait until the right time. <em>No need to make her more interested in me.</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Taming the Wolf (desideratum and anon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>anon</strong> on <strong>15-10-2008, 04:06:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Clara's head cocked in interest at the subtle change that shot through him before fading again. Her lips twitched as she closed the switchblade. "No need to worry about changing me. Should you be tempted to do so though, I will muzzle you if necessary...or gag you. I have both if you should try."<br><br>"As for what I'm going to do, it's obvious, isn't it?" She walked about the chair before stopping behind him. Leaning against him, she dangled her arms over his shoulders, her breath warm against his ear as she spoke, her voice barely above a low whisper. "Toy with you, play with you...and hopefully not break you." Moving forward just slightly, she nipped him on his ear before exhaling over the patch of skin. "You cannot be the naive, can you?" Her fingers raked slowly against his chest as she continued. "And maybe while I'm doing that, you might pick up some manners."<br><br>Her lips traveled down to his jawline and nipped lightly there before trailing down against his neck, finding that all important vein there and pressing her lips against it, feeling the rising pulse against her lips as she licked and bit down on it. Laughing softly, she rounded the chair and stood before him again, her eyes scanning over his form again, resting at a particular point of interest. Looking entirely unimpressed, she looked back again to meet his eyes, daring him to make a comment. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Taming the Wolf (desideratum and anon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>desideratum</strong> on <strong>15-10-2008, 19:08:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He felt his body heating at the touch of hers, her lips on his neck sending shivers down him. <em>This is my chance, she's within range...if nothing else, I can bite her or something, or try to...</em> he gave up his pitiful musings quickly as he let out a soft, muffled sound in his throat, a half-moan, half-whine, the feel of her teeth against his throat making his hoarse breath catch, his jugular throbbing against her lips almost as if masochistically begging her to bite harder. Every slight touch of her skin made his tingle and blush with vainly repressed desire. When she moved away again, he groped desperately for control over his desires, or at least make a show of posessing them.<br><br>"If you don't like it, you shouldn't have abducted me," he gathered the courage to growl sarcastically. Despite his outward moxy, his defenses were crumbling beneath the seduction of her soft touch, her lips, her teeth. The tip of his tongue ran over his lips in an animalistic fashion and his arms tensed a little against his bonds, fingers flexing like claws as impassioned blood tingled within his manhood, bringing it slowly erect, pushing out from between his thighs shamefully. His eyes moved sporradically over her body like a cornered animal, cornered and belied by his own desires.<br><br><em>I'm out of here the moment she starts to trust me,</em> he reassured himself. The words sounded weak and forced in his head.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Taming the Wolf (desideratum and anon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>anon</strong> on <strong>15-10-2008, 22:08:10</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Clara wet a finger between her lips, drawing it out to curl her tongue about the tip before walking toward him again, small smile on her lips. "So negative, little wolf." She placed her hands on his knees and looked up at him, her smile turning predatory and her eyes gleamed. "Abduction and kidnapping. Where on earth did you get these ideas? Like I've said, it's simply a detour as you have given me no direction. Had you behave better, you might be well on your way to wherever you were going. Though..."<br><br>She gave a low laugh and trail the wet fingertips up the side of his cock, tracing a vein there and grazing her fingernail lightly over the tip at the top. "It does not look like all of you are completely opposing this...abduction as you so quaintly put." She leaned down, letting her breath brush over it as she spoke. "Does it now?" She asked him, her eyes shooting up to meet his as she remained half knelt between his legs. Laughing softly again, she stood up.<br><br>Spinning about, she headed for the drawer and slipped the blade back into the drawer before turning back to him, her tone conversational once again. "So...spent many days on the road? Looks like you can use a shower." She stretched a little. "Mm...looks like I can use one too." She tilted her head at him. "Though I am not sure that you can be trusted to stay here alone. Not that you can escape, but you might just be stupid enough to try something harm yourself. Which is rather undesirable, really." Tapping her chin, she stared at him thoughtfully. "What am I going to do with you, little wolf?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Taming the Wolf (desideratum and anon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>desideratum</strong> on <strong>15-10-2008, 23:59:59</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>Watching this woman knelt halfway between his legs, feeling her surprising, teasing touch on his cock, his body tensed up and his heart raced. She was teasing him so easily, he felt like he was wrapped around her finger. He tried to summon a defiant look when she spoke to him, but it just came out as frustrated, sulky, helpless.<br><br>"Let me go," he growled. "You can't keep me here forever and I doubt you want to." The look he gave her as he said that suggested it was more of a worried question than a statement. He shifted a little in his seat, feeling the wet, tattered folds of what were his boxers beneath him. He felt so open and exposed; it was an entirely new feeling for him, being looked at as nothing but a toy for someone else's pleasure. What could she be planning? So far she'd done a lot of teasing, plenty of talking, but still hadn't done anything, really. Maybe she was just bluffing. Deciding to try and call it, he narrowed his eyes at her in defiance.<br><br>"Besides, if you caught me because I'm special...don't you want to see what it looks like?" He spoke cryptically and softly, as if sharing a secret with her, knowing she would understand. He tilted his head a little, feeling the silver collar weighing on his throat, feeling more like shackles than the real ones around his limbs.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Taming the Wolf (desideratum and anon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>anon</strong> on <strong>16-10-2008, 06:34:56</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Crossing her arms, she stared down at him impassively. "Like I have been inviting you all along, little wolf, you may try. And I will say it again, go ahead. It won't be pleasant though. You'll feel a shooting pain, possibly get stuck in the transformation for a while, before reverting back to your human form. Of course if you decide to add to that by tugging on the chains while you're transforming, you will also receive quite a strong electric shock."<br><br>"Though it seems possibly that you are a masochist." She raised a shoulder. "Which would make you enjoy it...at first. And as for your offer for me to see what I've caught," at this, she swept yet another long gaze up and down his body, her lips curling a little, "I have seen all of it right now. If you are talking about that feral part of you," her eyes grew distant before focusing back on him again, "I have seen that as well. I have just never bed one."<br><br>Lips quirked to a side, she turned away from him and headed for the bathroom. "I guess I'll go wash up now...and I would ask you to join me, except I don't quite get the feeling that you would entertain that idea." She added as she waved her hands over her shoulder at him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Taming the Wolf (desideratum and anon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>desideratum</strong> on <strong>17-10-2008, 09:34:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He did in fact entertain that idea. He threw it a party in his head, and his mouth opened before he clenched it shut again, wanting to call after her. He tried to convince himself that he was tempted only because being freed would give him an opportunity to escape, but it was a feeble attempt. The truth was, this woman was enthralling, seductive, fascinating, thrilling...He wanted to learn more, to see more, like she was a movie that left him on the edge his seat. Only, the cold chill of nakedness, the weight of the bands around his neck and limbs, the residual tingle left from this woman's passionate lips on his neck--they were all so very real. Hopelessness and fear began setting in as he watched her back, gritting his teeth, refusing to call out to her. He wouldn't let her win. <em>I won't!</em><br><br><em>Bedding one?!</em> Still having trouble believing what this woman planned, despite--no, <em>because</em> of--what he really was, . Someone fiery enough to want such a thing would surely be incredible in bed, as she'd hinted at so far...No, what was he thinking?! Determined to make one more feeble attempt at defying her--and his own desires--he began focusing his energy, letting the strong walls he kept up around his feral urges start to crumble away.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Taming the Wolf (desideratum and anon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>anon</strong> on <strong>18-10-2008, 23:21:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Inside the bathroom, Clara went about shedding her clothes. The shirt and the jeans came off easily, slipping off onto the marble flood. Bending down neatly, she scooped up the articles and dumped it in the hamper. Shaking her hair loose and running her fingers through her hair, to untangle the knots, she reached over to the shower and turned it on.<br><br>Steam filled the room as she turned toward the mirror, a hand smoothing down the length of her body, over the soft curves of her form. Lean muscles toned from her...hobby, and slender bones and delicate features a gift from her parents. <br><br>A sigh escaped her lips as she entered the glass shower stall, her lips curving at the thought of her captive in the other room. She didn't doubt that she had chosen an interesting one. She didn't miss the scan over her body as she stood before him, nor did she miss the small noise that he made as she played with the flesh upon his neck.<br><br>She dipped her head back, letting the water pour over her had, taking away with it the dirt and grime of the little shop. <br><br>A few minutes later, with the scent of white heather lingering on her skin, she stepped out of the bathroom. Leather corset framed her top, emphasizing her curves, following the flare of her dress. Black boots clicked against the carpet as she stopped before Jacob.<br><br>Her hair pulled away from her face, she stared down at him impassively, her lips quirked a little, curious. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Taming the Wolf (desideratum and anon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>desideratum</strong> on <strong>20-10-2008, 21:08:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Jacob hung limply in his bonds, panting and shivering, soft groans of ligering pain escaping his mouth. He'd obviously tried to shift. He struggled to regain his composure, the room swaying sickeningly as he groped for his defiance. He couldn't show weakness to this woman, she couldn't think he'd been broken...<br><br>All such thoughts fled when his glazed eyes rested upon her sultry form.<br><br>"Holy..." he stared up at the sexy woman standing before him, wide eyes running up her black dress, tight corset, loose, damp hair, and most of all, her predatorial gaze down upon him. He knew that plain, unassuming look she'd worn earlier didn't suit her, and now he knew the "real her" he'd been glimpsing all day. She was intimidating in her voluptuous black garments that revealed just enough creamy flesh to tease his desires. The outfit suited her, in body and character. He licked his lips that suddenly felt dry. He could no longer deny his desire for this woman, his body shamefully giving him away once again as his skin blushed and his manhood stiffened. As his defenses crumbled, he lowered his gaze to her boots, the room still swimming around him, the soft scent of her soaps mingling with his own sweat and adding to his growing feelings of daunted inferiority. He didn't know what to say, nor what to do, besides slump there and wonder what she was going to do with him. The reality of the situation had struck him now and sunk in deep; he was helpless in this woman's grasp, here mere toy...and he may come to like it.<br><br>"...what do you want me to do?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Taming the Wolf (desideratum and anon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>anon</strong> on <strong>21-10-2008, 02:26:46</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Her lips quirked up a little more by his question. The realization of his situation was tangible in the air about him, the slump of his posture. "What I want you to do? Are you really that dense, little wolf? We have covered that more than enough already."<br><br>Clara walked up to him, sharp heels digging into the carpet as she stepped, hair swinging free behind her. Her hips swayed to a stop before him. Her fingers came about tight beneath his chin, tilting his head up to meet her gaze. "When I speak, you keep your eyes on me." She said softly. Letting her nails dig into his skin to emphasize her point, she shook his head a little. "I want respect, little wolf." Her voice was even as she leaned forward a little, letting her tongue trail briefly over the marks that her nails left. "Give me that and we should get along swimmingly."<br><br>Slowly, one hand dancing across his shoulder, trailing a nail against the flesh there, she sank into his lap, her mouth seeking out his collarbone. Her free hand raked down his torso as she bit down lightly on his skin. "But just to clarify for you..." She shifted a little, thigh dangerously close to his cock as she moved up a little to murmur in his ear, her voice low, laden with promise. "I want you to fuck me."<br><br>A nonchalant smile on her lips she slipped off of him again and stalked over to the cabinet. Flinging open the doors, she studied at the rack of items, a thoughtful expression on her face. "Paddle or crop?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Taming the Wolf (desideratum and anon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>desideratum</strong> on <strong>21-10-2008, 18:31:58</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Her commands, as if he was just a pet to her, stirred up his pride and indignancy again, but he couldn't summon the courage to say anything. He just glared at her in response, looking like a cornered animal, caught between his pride and his desires.<br><br>Her sultry touches set his skin aflame and he shifted his hips to try and get closer to her body as she lowered herself in his lap alluringly. His hands automatically moved to hold her, caress her, encourage the lustful actions that made his body shudder with want, but the chains coldly cut his movements off. "I can't fuck you if I'm in chains, you have to untie me," he said quietly, already plotting his escape. The plans he made felt empty, though, in the back of his mind he feared he was just deceiving himself. He didn't want to go anywhere, not after she just made her desires clear.<br><br>As she moved away again he sucked in a deep breath and forced himself to sit up straight in the chair, cock sticking straight up from between his thighs. Sweat had long since started beading on his forehead, both from the heat of this woman's passion and from anxiety over his helpless state. His bangs of dark hair were slick on his forehead, his chest heaving a little bit as he tried to breath steadily, tried to get a hold of himself. When he looked back to Clara, he was in for another surprise.<br><br>He should know better than to doubt this woman by now, but could she honestly plan on <em>beating</em> him? He bit his lip as he stared at her, his skin still tingling from the firm touch of her nails and mouth, refusing to answer her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Taming the Wolf (desideratum and anon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>anon</strong> on <strong>21-10-2008, 19:45:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Clara plucked a crop up from the rack and snapped it against the flat of her palm thoughtfully as she turned back to him. She ran her fingers over the worn leather handle and flicked her fingers at the tip. Stalking over to him, she stopped shortly before him, tapping the crop against her thigh.<br><br>Raising the crop, she caressed his cheek with the tip of it gently, adding only enough pressure to remind him of the potentially painful force behind it. "I beg to differ. Still..." She tickled him a little with the crop, brushing it against his neck, following his jugular and dipping it into the vee between the collarbones. "You sound a bit impatient, little wolf, for someone that was so adamantly against this." <br><br>Trailing the crop down the length of his torso, she began snapping it against him at random intervals, alternating between teasing caresses and hard blows. Small welts rose over his skin, creating a pattern against his flesh. Stepping forward and wetting the tip of a finger, she ran the pad of the finger against the welt as she brought the crop even lower. She tapped it against the insides of his thighs before bringing it against his cock. A smile curved her lips. "Interesting, little wolf. You find all of this," She brushed the crop against him again, "arousing? 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Taming the Wolf (desideratum and anon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>desideratum</strong> on <strong>21-10-2008, 23:18:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Jacob jerked and gasped under this woman's sadism, never knowing whether to expect a burning lash or a gentle tap. His body began burning as sweat began trickling down his skin and stinging his fresh welts, leaving his unmarred skin glistening in the dim light of the basement. Writhing in his bonds and pulling at the chains, he snarled at her like the feral animal he was, doubled over his erection. Refusing to let his intense shame show, he just forced a defiant grin on his face. <br><br>"Yes, sexy as hell. If you're trying to break me, it won't work. Now just let me go!" He bared his teeth at her, eyes flashing in barely repressed panic as his many welts burned all over his skin like fiery reminders that this situation was real. This woman was going to try to torture him into submission?!<br><br>The soft touch of the crop on his manhood, like a gentle caress, brought a quiet moan through his clenched teeth. God, it had been so long since he'd been fucked good, really been <em>used</em>. This woman could more than satisfy him...his eyes, widened and fiery with weakly repressed lust, scanned her form almost wildly, eying her plump lips, her bosom supported by that slimming corset, those seductive clothes, imagining tearing them off...would it be that bad of him? No one would ever know what went on down in this basement of hers...<br><br>"Please..." the words was almost physically painful for him to say as it came through clenched teeth, eyes downcast again, which only left him staring in shame at his cock that so desperately wanted to sabotage him and leave him at this woman's mercy. "Just let me loose.."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Taming the Wolf (desideratum and anon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>anon</strong> on <strong>22-10-2008, 03:17:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The fury and the rage, mixed with the desperation on his face brought a heady combination, striking a chord in her that made adrenaline rush through her.<br><br>"Sarcasm works better when there aren't evidences proving the contrary." She commented mildly as she cast a significant look at the erection between his legs. Clara brought the crop down sharply across his thigh, the smile still on her lips. Bringing the crop about, she struck him on the other thigh, her expression still that of pleasant amusement. "Can't quite make up your mind, can you, little wolf? And you certainly don't make the right arguments."<br><br>Using the tip of the crop, she tilted his chin to meet her eyes. "You're going need to get a lesson in both etiquette and negotiation." Her eyebrow arched. "You want me to let you loose, yet you say that you won't break? Do you really think me to be an idiot?" Her voice dripped with disdain as she moved close to him once again. Her skin fair glowed beneath the glimmer of the light. She stood close enough that he could smell the scent of her soap on her, see the shadows that her eyelashes cast on her cheeks. "You have given me no reason to believe that you won't turn on me should I release you. And should you be considering that, you should know that all this?" She raked her fingers against his side, leaving a red streak, "is nothing compare to what I can inflict on you, courtesy of this." She tapped the crop against the collar. "And I really rather keep you conscious. It's hard to do anything interesting when you're delirious with pain."
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