The Proposition [( Eeyore & Moirae )]
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				Title: <strong>The Proposition [( Eeyore &amp; Moirae )]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>desert ashes</strong> on <strong>04-12-2009, 08:15:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v335/iconofroses/SaraWright.png)</div> <br>At precisely five minutes before six o'lock, Sara Wright stepped from the cab, slid the bills into the driver's waiting hand and turned toward the large manor looming before her.&nbsp; Inside was the man she was about to hand over control of the most intimate aspects of her life to.&nbsp; Inside was the man who'd made her an offer she couldn't refuse, though accepting made her all the more nervous.&nbsp; It would have, she thought, been better if there had been no time to think things through, to wonder what all the follow tomorrows would bring her.<br><br>For a moment she simply stood there before the front door, her hand hesitating over the doorbell.&nbsp; What are you doing, Sara?&nbsp; What do you really even know about your boss?&nbsp; He's been this figure simply floating up there and suddenly this?&nbsp; Lightly she moistened her lips as her hands fell to lightly smooth out the seemingly simple black dress she wore.&nbsp; At first glance it was beyond modest, the knee length, black silk dress sweeping up to the swell of her throat; it was the entirely bare back that made it provocative, dipping as low to the small of her back before its skirt continued.&nbsp; It was the perfect representation of who she was.<br><br>It took several deep breaths and a long attempt to wrangle her thoughts before she even looked back to the doorbell.&nbsp; Twenty-four hours ago she'd been called into the top office, so sure she was going to be fired for something.&nbsp; Why else would the owner call her into his office?&nbsp; Only once had she met him before during her final interview before landing what had been her dream job out of college.&nbsp; After that she'd on had a few glimpses of him here and there in the past six months.&nbsp; Then suddenly, a summons and an offer -- a proposition that she couldn't ignore.&nbsp; If it had been any other man and any other offer she would have said no, thrown her resignation on his desk and been filing a lawsuit Monday morning.&nbsp; Yet, ever since that strange meeting, all she had done was think of him, of the offer and of everything it would mean -- she hadn't thought one moment of what it would mean professionally.<br><br>Quite suddenly Sara had found herself unconcerned what would happen to her career.&nbsp; <br><br>At 5:59 PM she rang the doorbell.&nbsp; <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Proposition [( Eeyore &amp; Moirae )]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>16-12-2009, 22:09:31</strong>
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				Andrew 'Drew' Simon had risen to wealth quickly, launching his own company that had seemed to destroy all the opposition. He was a handsome man, very sure of himself. He had dark hair and masculine looks, broad shoulders and a body that he kept in shape through physical exercise and frequent travel to exotic places. It was hard to place his age, perhaps his late 30's, but he was clearly young to be in the position he was in the company. He had discovered a darker side to Wall Street, and to private wealth, as he had shot up through the ranks. And he embraced it with arms spread wide. What he had proposed 24hrs before went above and beyond everything he had experienced thus far.<br><br>He saw the cab coming down the driveway long before the doorbell rang. He had purposely left the gates open at the end of the stone driveway for just this reason. He could only smile at the thought that he had read her right, attractive little Sara Wright whom he had only&nbsp; met on one prior occasion despite her working for his company. This was going to be a bright new start for her, he thought. She clearly did not know what she was getting into.<br><br>He waited an appropriate time before opening the door, smiling at Sara and offering her his hand as she stepped through the doorway. He stepped to the side and turned to face her, slipping his arm around her back so that his hand rested on the exposed small of her back. Perfect, he thought, his hand revealing the open back of the otherwise moderate looking dress.<br><br>"I am so glad you accepted my offer, Sara." He says, leaning over to give her a kiss on the cheek as he leads her down the lavishly decorated hallway into a large, equally decorated living room. "I hope you find my accommodations acceptable."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Proposition [( Eeyore &amp; Moirae )]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>desert ashes</strong> on <strong>23-12-2009, 04:11:12</strong>
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				The fact that Drew was attractive had certainly figured into the equation, though hadn't been the deciding factor.&nbsp; Now, though, smiling into his appreciative eyes helped eased the tension and nerves slightly knotting in her back.&nbsp; Part of her still couldn't believe she was here; the fact that she was beside him, going deeper into the privacy of his sanctuary, sunk the realization deeper and deeper into her.&nbsp; Oh, the offer was lucrative, she and her bank account had to admit that, but there was something that stirred a sleeping part of her she hadn't been able to ignore.&nbsp; <br><br>It was utterly impossible to also ignore the searing heat that came with his touch, or the way her mouth curved in a smile.&nbsp; No, his attractiveness hadn't been a deciding factor, but the fact that she'd felt a tingle when he touched her had been.&nbsp; <strong>"</strong>Your house seems more than suitably impressive,<strong>"</strong> she said, though it was more of a casual, polite remark than anything else.&nbsp; Her thoughts were too focused on everything else.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"</strong>You made me too curious to resist.<strong>"</strong>&nbsp; It was the truth and it shone in her eyes as they only briefly rested on him and then fluttered away.&nbsp; She was quite unable to look anyone in the eyes for too long a time, almost afraid to let them in too long.&nbsp; <strong>"</strong>I freely admit to being on very unfamiliar and unsure territory, and quite so arrive in your capable hands.<strong>"</strong> <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Proposition [( Eeyore &amp; Moirae )]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>26-01-2010, 23:28:39</strong>
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				His hand on her exposed back slides all the way down to the small of her back, his pink finger laying across the beginnings of the fabric of her lower-half, a much more intimate position then if they had just been friends. But she wasn't here, to become his, as a friend. No, she was here to submit to him, to his every whim, and his hand would explore much more of her then the exposed back of her dress. But for now, as low as it was, it served its purpose.<br><br>"I am glad you approve." He murmurs in response, eyes dropping down to peek down the front of her dress as he guides into the large living room - as that was at best what you could call it - and towards a bar. "You are in very good hands, if I may say so myself, and I think you will learn a lot of things from me, both at work and at home." He says, dropping his hand from her back as he moves around to the other side of the bar. "Can I get you a drink?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Proposition [( Eeyore &amp; Moirae )]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>desert ashes</strong> on <strong>03-02-2010, 02:45:35</strong>
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				<strong>"</strong>Please.&nbsp; A sweet martini with a twist would be wonderful.<strong>"</strong> <br><br>Lightly she laid her hands to rest on the edge of the bar while partly leaning against the nearby stool.&nbsp; A drink was going to go quite a ways to further easing her jumbled nerves.&nbsp; There was still so much to do and think about beyond tonight: finding a sub-renter for the apartment, packing and finding storage for things that wouldn't be coming with her, not to mention trying to explain to her mother why she was suddenly moving in with a man she'd never mentioned before.&nbsp; &nbsp;The latter she'd leave for later thoughts, when she wasn't other preoccupied by the man himself.<br><br><strong>"</strong>I didn't get a chance to ask earlier, but I find myself unable to contain my curiosity,<strong>"</strong> lightly she moistened her lips, watching him carefully as she continued.&nbsp; <strong>"</strong>What prompted you to, ah, do this?&nbsp; I don't know if I should pry or not, but well, the question kind of pleads to be asked.<strong>"</strong>&nbsp; Had he asked others?&nbsp; Or was she the first?&nbsp; Were there going to be lessons?&nbsp; A manual?&nbsp; There were more questions that burned and begged to be asked, but she tried to hold them back from swarming.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Proposition [( Eeyore &amp; Moirae )]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>17-02-2010, 16:34:22</strong>
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				Drew smiles, grabbing two glasses and pouring her drink first before pouring himself a glass of whiskey. With his glass in hand, he moves back around the bar, trailing a hand over the small of her back as he passes behind her, before seating himself on the stool next to hers.<br><br>"It is a good question." He responds, sipping from his glass before continuing. "I do not know if I can fully satisfy you with an answer, but I will try my best." His hand comes to rest on her thigh. "I must admit I've had my eye on you for some time. I know everything about everyone who works for me. I don't like surprises. I like to keep track of even the janitors. There's a reason we're at the top of the game and other companies falter." He sets his glass down. "Cutting to the point, I thrive on power I have over people and as the company moves forward, I need to show that power." He slips off his stool, moving to stand behind her. "Besides, once I've decided I want something, I take it." He slides his hands onto her shoulders, massaging them gently. "And I want to make you mine."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Proposition [( Eeyore &amp; Moirae )]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>desert ashes</strong> on <strong>06-03-2010, 15:27:39</strong>
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				<strong>"</strong>Well,<strong>"</strong> came the murmured tone, a whisper of a purr underneath it, as her shoulders rolled into his hands and then laxed as the warmth began to spread, <strong>"</strong>You're doing a very good job of it so far.<strong>"</strong> Her hand was almost unsteady as fingers wrapped around the glass and brought it up to her parted lips.&nbsp; Slowly she drank, her thick lashes partly falling, and she let herself sink into his touch.&nbsp; The nerves she'd arrived with were slowly slipping away, aided by the martini and him -- especially him.&nbsp; Sara was vain enough to know that she couldn't have accepted the offer if she hadn't found him at least a little bit attractive.&nbsp; Thankfully Drew's appeal was far more than a 'little bit.'<br><br>Slowly she turned on the stool until they were facing and lightly skimmed her fingers up along one side of his body, taking what texture and feel she could through the clothing.&nbsp; <strong>"</strong>Tell me more about you?<strong>"</strong> she asked, her tone quiet but her eyes were alight with interest, feminine and personal.&nbsp; <strong>"</strong>Interests?&nbsp; Likes?&nbsp; Dislikes?&nbsp; Pet peeves that drive you crazy and that I shouldn't do?<strong>"</strong>&nbsp; All the while she spoke her fingers remained active, light in their exploration and quest of becoming with the outline of him.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Proposition [( Eeyore &amp; Moirae )]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>08-03-2010, 19:43:57</strong>
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				He was glad that she seemed appreciative of his touch, melting under his strong hands as he massaged her shoulders. As she turns in her chair, he lets his hands glide over her skin, across her neck and under her chin, until he had hands on both her shoulders even as he faced her. He smiles down at her, enjoying the feel of her hands as she began to caress his own chest and body. <br><br>"Mhmm...inquisitive tonight, aren't you? A lot of your questions will be answered in time, my dear." He responds softly. "But some important things for you to remember are the following. Think of them as rules, I suppose." He offers her a smile. "I expect to be obeyed, immediately and with out hesitation, either when I ask you something or tell you to do something. I expect to be respected and will show it in return and never - <em>never</em> - embarrass me in front of others. Breaking those first two rules is the quickest way to get on my shit-list and stay there for a very long time. You won't like spending time in the dog house." He grins at her again, squeezing her shoulders once more, sliding his thumbs under the neckline of her dress.<br><br>"I hope that didn't come across as too harsh?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Proposition [( Eeyore &amp; Moirae )]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>desert ashes</strong> on <strong>01-04-2010, 16:33:52</strong>
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				Appreciatively Sara purred at his touch, at the way her shoulders eased with entire relaxation; there was a flush of warmth spreading over her body, leaving a trail of lingering tingles in its wake.&nbsp; Even his words, serious in nature, did little to dispel the feelings.&nbsp; She counted on this physical chemistry, the intuitive way her body was responding to him, quite a good sign.&nbsp; The rules he spoke of?&nbsp; For a moment she did nothing more than merely nod, her lower lip briefly caught between her teeth as she slightly tilted her head back, allowing him better access to the high neckline.&nbsp; <br><br>Then she said softly, <strong>"</strong>No, that's not harsh in the least.<strong>"</strong>&nbsp; Nor, she suspected, would be hard to follow.&nbsp; He was entirely right about her being inquisitive -- there were hundreds of things, all of which could be counted as minute detail, something she'd simply learn or realize as time went by.&nbsp; Details, however, were one thing she loved knowing, especially when it came down to people.&nbsp; She supposed it was one of the reasons why she went into marketing.&nbsp; <strong>"</strong>I really cannot say I see any reason those won't be followed.&nbsp; I hope to make you quite satisfied... and quite happy, Drew.<strong>"</strong>&nbsp; <br><br>Her hands hadn't stopped moving as she'd spoken until they eventually came to rest on the small of his back, her finger tips drawing idle, lazy patterns in a subconscious caress.&nbsp; What she'd said was true -- making him satisfied, happy, was, quite perhaps, her top priority.&nbsp; Walking into this wide eyed had been important in making the decision; part of that meant inwardly accepting she'd approach this like all else in her life, with only but one goal of being all that he asked for and more.&nbsp; Disappointment wasn't really an option in her eyes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Proposition [( Eeyore &amp; Moirae )]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>19-04-2010, 17:52:52</strong>
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				"Good." He says, a smile broadening across his face. "I am glad you understand that. Now, why don't I show you some of the rest of the house so you don't feel so lost." He adds, taking a step back, abruptly breaking the contact with her. "This is, of course, where I mostly entertain guests." He beckons to the large room they are in, the living room, with its large windows out onto the back of the property. It was too dark out right now to be able to see much beyond the beginnings of a stone patio, no lights in the distance. He offers her a hand to get up from the chair, slipping it back around to the small of her back as he guides her towards the far end of the room and down another small hallway.<br><br>This one has movie posters lining the walls. The door is a movie theatre style door and sure enough, a small dark theatre is on the other side. A huge movie-screen adorns the far wall, with large lounge-style chairs forming a dozen rows, tiered down to the front. "The theatre...of course, a favorite for new releases and snuggling up in the darkness." His hand on her back slides down lower once more to rest on her rear.<br><br>He leads her back out and towards the front door, towards that marble staircase that was in the front. "The kitchen and dining room are all down here too. Time to take you upstairs, I think. After you." He motions for her to head up just in front of him. It would give him some time to admire her rear.
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