The Interloper (sassychic & Rathan)
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				Title: <strong>The Interloper (sassychic &amp; Rathan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rathan</strong> on <strong>27-11-2008, 03:33:53</strong>
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				Rand left the interview with a smile in place.&nbsp; He'd wow'd them and they'd taken the bait.&nbsp; The last question given was "when can you start".&nbsp; Still, despite his record of making the impossible possible he'd gotten the distinct feeling they knew or thought they knew he'd fail.&nbsp; "We shall see about that."&nbsp; He thought his smile turning to a smirk.&nbsp; He had no intention of staying on just this level in the company.&nbsp; Give him a year or two and he may be one of those interviewing them.&nbsp; His answer had been.&nbsp; "I'll start today."<br><br>The company specialized in lingerie and other fashion items.&nbsp; Competing with other big names such as Victoria's secret, they were comparatively new to the business and initially had made big waves in the industry.&nbsp; It's crack set of designers bringing bold new styles and to die for looks to the fore.&nbsp; One line especially successful at least initially was the one he was to manage.&nbsp; Of late what it cranked out didn't sell... in fact it lost more than it made.&nbsp; They'd been taciturn in they're reasoning for this change of events but he had a few theories of his own.<br><br>He was in his late twenties, young for his position yet far from undeserving.&nbsp; His golden blond hair which bordered on too long for business fit his persona perfectly.&nbsp; His striking blue eyes sparkled as they flashed back and forth, always active, rarely dwelling on one thing long.&nbsp; His face was shaped strongly, his smile infectious, and his body well.. he obviously cared for his looks.&nbsp; his gray sports jacket rakishly open the first few buttons of his fine white shirt open revealing skin tanned perfectly golden and the beginnings of a body any Greek god might envy.&nbsp; Walking purposefully towards the section he was to manage and would manage with an iron fist.&nbsp; His fine shoes and flowing black slacks adding business to the aura around him.&nbsp; A fine juxtaposition of sloppy and perfection. <br><br>Opening the door he walked to what he knew was the manager's office using the key given he opened it casually leaving the door invitingly open.&nbsp; Sitting in a relaxed offhanded way flouting his newly acquired power to all those present.&nbsp; Expecting the "trouble maker" to make the first move... he waited getting used to his new surroundings and watching as those around worked.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Interloper (sassychic &amp; Rathan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sassychic</strong> on <strong>27-11-2008, 04:24:11</strong>
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				Victory bit on her bottom lip as she looked down at the sketches before her. She put her pencil down, ripping the sheet from the book and throwing it away. She slowly slid off the tall stool that stood in front of her design table, unable to sit still anymore.&nbsp; All morning she had been unable to be productive, the news of a new manager being hired was all that occupied her mind.&nbsp; She hated the fact that there had to be someone to "manage" the work she was doing.&nbsp; For as long as she had been working in fashion, she never quite understood the business side of things.&nbsp; To her what was most important was her designs - her ability to capture what she imagined onto paper and then be able to produce it for a woman to wear.&nbsp; Her vision had always been clear - she saw fashion as art, as a way for a woman to express her personality. When it came to lingerie, she saw it as way to give a woman the ability to show off every part of her personality, especially those aspects that she may normally keep hidden.&nbsp; But her passion for art sometimes derailed her overall goal. <br><br>She looked around her office, she had spent two years to get it to be what it was now - a perfect balance of who she was - mixing classic elegant pieces with more modern trendy tones.&nbsp; She knew who she was and had spent years to establish her persona and it showed in everything she did. Victory was in her late twenties, and had been working in fashion since she was 18 and studying it in New York City.&nbsp; Her long chocolate brown locks were down in tousled waves, looking as if she had just been at the beach or rolled around in bed, yet still perfectly styled. They offset her slightly olive tone and tanned skin and naturally pink lips quite perfectly.&nbsp; The most striking part about her were her eyes - they were dark brown and large - and they said what she sometimes chose not to say out loud. They were expressive, with long lashes that added to the overall sensual and feminine look that she exuded.&nbsp; Today she was dressed in a creme strapless dress that hugged her chest and then flowed out just lightly. She wore a brown velvet blazer on top, the collar slightly up which just added to her confidence and slight belief that she was above others.&nbsp; Around her neck she wore several strands of pearls layered perfectly.&nbsp; Though her outfit looked classic and elegant, you could see that it was her from the addition of fuschia satin stilettos to the obnoxiously large gold flower ring on her left hand. The way she dressed and the way she carried herself was exactly who she was - elegant, confident, intelligent, yet passionate and a trendsetter.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>Now there was a new manager, and like every man before him, she knew that he would think he could change things or make her be more "business." Their ideas never came into action as she always managed to twist them to her liking, and she expected that this one would be no different. She looked up at the clock and rolled her eyes, clearly he was waiting for her to come to him.&nbsp; "Fine..." She thought to herself, she would let him have this round. But she knew exactly how to handle men in this position who thought they were going to get the best of her. Brushing some hair out of her face she made her way down towards his office. She rolled her eyes at the comments and the murmurs from those working who saw her approaching his office. She wasn't afraid of whoever it was that they brought in. She arrived at his office, seeing that his chair was to her and knocked on the door, announcing her presence, before she stepped inside. "Comfortable yet?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Interloper (sassychic &amp; Rathan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rathan</strong> on <strong>28-11-2008, 04:09:39</strong>
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				Looking up from the paperwork his eyes flashed at her slightly combative stance.&nbsp; Smiling some.. no it was more a smirk.&nbsp; "Victory I assume."&nbsp; His voice was pleasant, deep, strong, with no give in it.&nbsp; "Shut the door and.. please."&nbsp; He waived to the seat opposite his desk.&nbsp; Waiting for her to sit before standing, circling the desk and threw down a file with her name marked upon it. "Started out amazingly successful, which brought you to the front of the pack very early on.&nbsp; Given free rein and bit by bit your styles changed... people stopped buying and yet your still here."&nbsp; His lips were centimeters from her ear now turning his head to look to look into her eyes. "Why would you say you failed in your designs Victory?"&nbsp; His voice was like velvet hiding a knife.&nbsp; "You've got the talent yet it seems you don't have the passion."&nbsp; Tilting her chin up studying her face.&nbsp; "Do you you even know what passion is?&nbsp; Do you have any idea what an average woman really wants in her lingerie?&nbsp; IF you don't why do I employ you.&nbsp; You are talented this tells me that yet you lose me more than an average designer would"<br><br>His eyes watched her lovely brown ones searching for sense yet only finding a stubborn defiance.&nbsp; He smiled inwardly knowing he was probably setting her off in many different ways.&nbsp; He was close enough for her to smell his cologne feel his warm breath on her skin.&nbsp; Letting her go the casual invading of her space obvious warning.&nbsp; He wasn't afraid to break rules to get what he wanted and right now he wanted results.&nbsp; He was often underestimated because of his age.&nbsp; People seeing the well trained body as some sort of intellectual weakness.&nbsp; <br><br>Throwing out five or six other folders he ordered her.&nbsp; "Drop whatever your doing and give me a detailed review of each of our top competitors.&nbsp; The strengths, weaknesses, and how you would improve the designs.&nbsp; From there give me something that is both artistic and pleasing to the average woman.&nbsp; I expect it by midnight tonight.&nbsp; I am going home for the rest of the day."&nbsp; He handed her his card.&nbsp; "My address is there."&nbsp; Taking his jacket he flung it over his shoulder walking comfortably out only to stop.&nbsp; "If you can't do this by then." he looked at her his eyes that of a wolf.&nbsp; "You can't make it here.&nbsp; I have no use for failures.&nbsp; I'll treat it as your resignation if I don't see you by midnight."&nbsp; With that he left whistling cheerily as he went waving to the rest of the staff giving a broad smile, heading out the door.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Interloper (sassychic &amp; Rathan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sassychic</strong> on <strong>28-11-2008, 04:45:51</strong>
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				"You know exactly who I am." She said in a defiant tone as she saw him look up at her. He was younger then most the managers before him, which she just assumed met he wouldn't be able to handle the position. She took the seat, crossing her arms, she always was used to a short lecture from the new managers, but this was not the one she was expecting.&nbsp; She felt him invading her personal space and the folder being thrown down. But she wasn't about to let him know that he was getting to her. She shook her head softly, just letting him go on with his rant, her stubbornness apparent.&nbsp; "I have not failed in my designs." She spoke up, interrupting him. "You are a businessman you don't know anything about design." She shot back, feeling him forcing her to look up at him.&nbsp; She hated him for treating her this way, like she was beneath him, and it took every bit of her self control to prevent her from smacking him across the face. "I highly doubt that you know what an average woman wants." She muttered, just sitting back in her seat, deciding to remain silent for the rest of his lecture. She would give him this chance to try and yield his power, but she would have her chance. Or so she thought.<br><br>Victory's mind was racing, several emotions filling her...this man whom she had only known for a few minutes had seemed to get under her skin in a way that no one else had ever done.&nbsp; She hated every moment of it. She found herself getting slightly distracted by the sent of his cologne and his warm breath, but she did not dare let him on to it at all. Maybe his age was not a sign of weakness after all.&nbsp; She reached forward, taking the folders that he had thrown at her, just rolling her eyes at this assignment. She was about to protest, about to curse him out and tell him to go to hell with his assignment but she stopped herself when she saw the look in his eyes.&nbsp; His eyes were dark, and he was completely in control.&nbsp; For a moment, she found her strong exterior slightly fade as she simply nodded at his request. Once he was gone, she took a moment to regain her composure and pure anger filled her.&nbsp; She wasn't about to give him the satisfaction of her quitting. He wasn't going to force her out of her own brand, not when she put so much into it.&nbsp; He had given her a challenge and she was certain to prove him wrong and put him in her place.<br><br>She stood slowly, taking the folders with her as she walked with purpose towards her office.&nbsp; Closing the door she took off her brown velvet blazer and went to work.&nbsp; She gave up on her previous work and put all of her energy in the task at hand.&nbsp; He doubted her abilities, and she was determined to show him that he should never doubt her at all.&nbsp; The hours went by quickly, Victory wasn't even sure what time it was as she relentlessly put together portfolios on each of their competitors.&nbsp; She knew a lot more about her competition then anyone gave her credit for - it didn't take much for her to know their strengths or their weaknesses.&nbsp; She was extremely intelligent and strategic, she knew how to improve something given to her - though for some reason she had lacked that insight when it came to her own designs.&nbsp; Once the portfolios were printed and done she went on to her second part of his "assignment".&nbsp; As she worked on a series of designs, she didn't think she just acted, she let her markers be her guide.&nbsp; She put together a series of three outfits, all completely different but all using the same two materials - a deep amethyst lace and silk. Finally putting down her marker she looked up seeing that it was about 11:00pm. The day had completely escaped her and she had no idea where all the time had gone.&nbsp; Closing her design book and gathering her portfolios she left her office, his business card in her hand.<br><br>She finally arrived at his address, and it was already 11:45. She slipped out of her expensive sports car and made her way to his front door, her work in her hands. Her walk was pure confidence and determination, despite his earlier influence on her.&nbsp; Victory rang the doorbell, waiting for him to arrive, planning on handing him her work and turning around and leaving.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Interloper (sassychic &amp; Rathan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rathan</strong> on <strong>28-11-2008, 05:54:38</strong>
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				After long moments she heard footsteps.&nbsp; The house lighting up as they came closer and closer stopping on the other side of the door, it opened and there he stood.&nbsp; Bare from waist up.&nbsp; Well defined muscles glistening, from his knotted arms, hard chest, and the six pack for abs.&nbsp; She'd obviously interrupted his shower.&nbsp; Hastily donned blue jeans all that he'd bothered to put on. His sky blue eyes holding hers a long moment ignoring her proffered assignment completely.&nbsp; "I thought you'd run."&nbsp; His voice was pleasant.&nbsp; "I'm glad I was wrong."&nbsp; He motioned her inside his house.&nbsp; "Well then let's see if my faith in your ability is justified.&nbsp; Please come in and we can look them over together."&nbsp; The please wasn't a question.&nbsp; She wasn't out of this predicament just yet.<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>sassychic</strong> on <strong>28-11-2008, 06:07:48</strong>
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				She raised a brow at his appearance. She took a moment not able to ignore his damp upper body. She held out her assignment rolling her eyes at his comment,"I don't run away from things- especially when it's a challenge to my ability." Her voice was soft but full of confidence. She was ready to turn and leave when he asked her in. She knew it was a command. Her instinct was to say no or to tell him off but she found herself stepping inside and doing as she had been told. She didn't know why she was doing so but it was more of a challenge. Victory never backed down from a challenge. "I am far more talented then you think. We can go over these tomorrow." she said but was already inside.
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				Post by: <strong>Rathan</strong> on <strong>28-11-2008, 06:35:19</strong>
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				He just smiled leading the way to his living room offering her a seat upon the couch waiting for her waiting till she complied and then sat down next to her taking first the competitors work.&nbsp; Glancing through each nodding slightly here and there but not giving away any thoughts.&nbsp; The silence went on for minutes.&nbsp; Then he took her own work looked at it for a few moments then laid them all on the table.&nbsp; Looking to her, his eyes seeming to strip her, to look into her very core waiting long moments.&nbsp; Then he broke the silence like shattering glass. "You know your job, all your points upon the competitors are valid and your improvements real.&nbsp; There is one problem though."&nbsp; He grabbed her own folder and brought it up to her nose "this.. this isn't it their league.&nbsp; At least not as a peace of lingerie.&nbsp; We sell premium stock Victory this is more intricate than sexy.&nbsp; There's no passion to it."&nbsp; <br><br>He again took her chin softly in his the fresh smell of soap and damp hair filling her nostrils as he leaned close.&nbsp; "I know you can do it Victory." His deep voice was soft gentle.&nbsp; "You've done it before."&nbsp; His lips moved close not quite touching hers as his eyes held her gaze as if they alone could keep her chained here in his grasp.&nbsp; His right hand gently taking hold of her knee "do you remember what passion is?"&nbsp; His lips had moved slowly to her ear as if magically appearing there the breath of his words tickling her there.&nbsp; "I want your best, this is far from it."&nbsp; His soft voice rumbled sexily his lips brushing her earlobe.&nbsp; "Perhaps I should remind you."&nbsp; His Other hand moved up slowly tracing triangles, figure eights, rectangles, spelling his own name as his soft touch moved unhurriedly upwards.&nbsp; Teasing her.&nbsp; His hard body emanating a sort of heat as he moved closer and closer smiling a wolfishly white flash of teeth.&nbsp; Daring her to resist him.&nbsp; Daring her to flee.
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				Post by: <strong>sassychic</strong> on <strong>28-11-2008, 18:57:08</strong>
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				As he went through her work she sat back, comfortable in her seat on the couch with her arms crossed. The silence had irritated her, but she found herself concentrating on his bare back - observing how perfectly formed it was. She watched a few left over water drops from the shower slide down his back and she had to refocus her eyes on what he was doing. She didn't say a word till he pushed the folder up to her nose. "I know how to do my job. Those designs surpass their works." She said with confidence. She didn't move, just simply shifted her gaze to look up at him. "It is extremely sexy. And its full of passion! I think its sexy, I would wear each of those designs." She said honestly, her eyes showing how stubborn she was. <br><br>She was shocked when his voice turned to be so soft, but she was more focused on his scent - soap, water, a hint of his cologne from earlier - it was starting to intoxicate her. But she didn't want him to know that. "I know what passion is. Do you?" She basically challenged his, her eyes unable to break his gaze. She was glad when he moved but wasn't quite expecting what came next. She found her eyes fluttering close as she listened to his voice in her ear, and she had to take a slow breath to try and regain her composure. She crossed her legs slowly, trying to push his hands off of her, not wanting him to touch her, the teasing being almost too much for her. <br><br>She turned her head to look at him, and she could tell that he was teasing and taunting her. He was challenging her to try and resist him. She wanted to resist him, and she was going to try. But there was something about him, from the easy control he showed over her to his scent that awoke something deep inside Victory. Her body and mind were no longer working together. But she was still going to try and fight. "Remind me? And how do you plan to do that?" She questioned, raising a brow at him. "Is this how you got where you are now? By seducing and trying to sleep with every woman who posed a challenge to you?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Interloper (sassychic &amp; Rathan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rathan</strong> on <strong>30-11-2008, 08:29:18</strong>
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				His eyes seemed to smile as they locked on hers reading all that was there, seeming to read her very soul as his fingers moved just as her legs closed upward his fingers expertly unbuttoning the velvet blazer that was in his way pulling it open once her button easily found it's way through it's hole.&nbsp; His fingers moving over her strained breasts cupping them his his warm strong hands his lips moving to her ear nibbling softly at her before smiling. "I see how your looking at me Victory." He chuckled darkly.&nbsp; "Do you think I'm blind?" He squeezed feeling the heft of her breast through the dress.&nbsp; "what are you wearing now?"&nbsp; His soft slow kisses moved down her face his toungue finding the soft hollow of her lovely neck as his other hand snuck between her lovely legs just as they widened slightly in surprise moving up her skirt to brush softly against the fabric covering her most private of privates moving slowly up and down between her twin vallies commanding her pleasure with his touch.&nbsp; His eyes holding her own like chains binding her body.&nbsp; <br><br>"when was the last time you've been with a many my sweet victory."&nbsp; &nbsp;His voice was like velvet as he slowly moved over her his kisses like butterflies in the wind lips brushing her wonderful skin as his warm wet pinkness tasted her at it's leisure.&nbsp; Totally ignoring her comment as the chains of his lust slowly wound about her.&nbsp; His smile like a wolves before prey his eyes.. seeming to glow in the night all consuming, as if she could drown into they're darkness.&nbsp; His hands soft pleasure upon her golden skin..&nbsp; The perfect predator.&nbsp; He gently bit a barely constrained breast His hand moving behind her to slowly, every so slowly take her zipper in his fingers and gently pulled down.&nbsp; Loosening her tight dress.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Interloper (sassychic &amp; Rathan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sassychic</strong> on <strong>30-11-2008, 16:25:28</strong>
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				What was she wearing under her dress? Victory found herself racking her brain trying to remember what she had put on earlier that day. It seemed so long ago, especially in light of all the day's events. But she remembered - a black lace strapless bra and a matching black lace thong. Perfect. She shook her head, as if to make her thoughts go away. Her mind and her body were on different tracks - her mind trying to remind herself that she shouldn't be doing this, that she barely knew this man, that he was the one that was coming to ruin her business. She should leave.&nbsp; She should fight back. Her hands reached out and pressed against his bare chest, as if to push him away. And she was about to, wanting to show him that she would not succumb to his seductive ways.&nbsp; But then there was her body. His soft almost sweet touches of her, his tongue and lips just nipping at her skin, it was sending her to a place she had never been before. Every inch of her body was awake because of his touch. Despite her mind telling her to flee, her body wanted to stay. She wanted to stay. Her hands relaxed, unable to push him away, just enjoying the feel of his tight tanned chest. She wasn't going to leave. At least not yet.<br><br>Her brown eyes were caught with his, and the look behind him almost scared her.&nbsp; But his eyes also excited her. She shifted slightly in her seat, knowing she was already excited by his light touches upon her most private of areas. "A few months...probably about 2 or 3." She finally had found her voice to respond to him. Her voice was a sweet mixture of excitement, confidence yet just a touch of fear. She let out a soft gasp, her eyes fluttering close as she felt the zipper slowly being pulled down. She could feel her dress being loosened, starting to fall down towards her waist, as more of golden skin was being revealed. <br><br>"How do you plan on showing me what passion is?" She repeated one of her earlier questions, her eyes locking with his once more. His eyes and his smile had her almost paralyzed.&nbsp; Her mind was loosing this battle, as her body continued to ache for him. She was aching for this man that she barely knew, that she instinctively hated. He was awakening something within her, an almost animalistic part, one which was only focused on how alive he was making her feel. She couldn't ignore how curious she was to how alive he could make her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Interloper (sassychic &amp; Rathan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rathan</strong> on <strong>01-12-2008, 01:50:31</strong>
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				He chuckled at her question "for me to know and you to find out my pet."&nbsp; Taking both of her arms in one of his, pinning them above her head.&nbsp; His hand like a vise around them, his arm immovable. Helpless to his pleasures. his eyes traveling her lovely body, revealed partially.&nbsp; Like a king surveying newly acquired lands.&nbsp; Taking in her amazing breasts held by the black lacy brassier.&nbsp; Moving his head down to nibble at her covered mounds.&nbsp; "yes" he purred "you seemed to have known I was coming today. Or are you just always ready my sweet."&nbsp; <br><br>His fingers dug into her barely covered&nbsp; womanhood stroking her up and down before slowly moving to pull her dress slowly down over her lovely legs his eyes holding her's as he did so as if he owned her completely.&nbsp; Whistling softly as he saw her thong... teasing her gently "You certainly are asking for it aren't you."&nbsp; Biting her breast hard almost painfully so the dress completely left her last leg he rolled her over face down onto the couch moving her arms behind her onto her back.&nbsp; Kneeling down his hands spreading her shapely legs wide he moved his face between them licking at her round thighs he gently bit at the thin cloth feeling it's springiness tasting her sweat upon it. Licking her softly up and down drenching the cloth with his saliva.&nbsp; Letting his toungue burrow under it from time to time teasing her, taking his sweet time as his free hand pulled at on of her cups freeing a breast his hand holding hers lifting her slightly.&nbsp; "Show me your true self Victory."&nbsp; His voice soft.. almost commanding.&nbsp; Show me who you are as a woman.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Interloper (sassychic &amp; Rathan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sassychic</strong> on <strong>01-12-2008, 02:24:23</strong>
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				"I am not your pet." She hissed at him, her eyes locking with his, hers filled with fire and frustration. But when she saw those wolf like eyes digging into hers, she felt herself almost freeze. Although she had let him raise her arms above her head, when she realized what a tight grip he had over her she fought him lightly, but soon found that his arm was not to move. Nor did she, strangely, want it to be moved.&nbsp; His control over her excited her, awakening sensations within her that she had never felt.&nbsp; She let out a soft gasp when she found him nibbling at her breast, her eyes closing for a moment. "I always wear lingerie." She said with confidence. "I design lingerie, therefore I feel as if I should always be wearing it to make sure I remember what one wants to feel in it." Her voice was slightly breathless, all of her senses alert by what he was doing.<br><br>She felt his eyes burning her skin as he looked her over, his fingers starting to stroke her. She knew she was already excited and that he could tell. She was almost embarrassed by this fact, but she wasn't about to let him know that. Victory let out a soft yelp in pain when he bit on her breast, and soon could feel the cold air conditioning hitting her completely exposed body. "What am I asking for?" She challenged back, though she wasn't really expecting an answer. She felt herself being rolled over, and she was glad, at least she could bury her moans into the couch and hopefully he wouldn't know what he was doing to her. <br><br>Her breath escaped her as she moaned into the leather of the couch, feeling his tongue teasing her in such a slow and taunting way. When her breast was exposed, she instinctively try to move to cover it with her hand, but was unable to escape his tight hold of her. "I have been showing you my true self." Her voice almost bitter, but muffled by the couch. She moved her head to the side, her long dark hair fallen out of place and now all around her. She shifted more so she could look at him, or at least behind her. "How can I show you who I am if you are holding me in this position." She muttered, her will to fight him slowly creeping up in her voice. <br><br>She took a deep breath, feeling her excitement growing from his teasing tongue.&nbsp; She could still smell his damp air and soap in the air, but now it was being mixed with her own excitement.&nbsp; All she could do was moan, feeling her confident exterior starting to melt as her mind was filled with how much she wanted his teasing to continue. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Interloper (sassychic &amp; Rathan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rathan</strong> on <strong>03-12-2008, 02:54:59</strong>
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				He just chuckled at her response to the word "pet" digging his tongue into her luscious cunt forcing her thong to stretch far inside of her wetness before suddenly leaving his hands moving up her ripe body grabbing her round ass in his strong fingers squeezing cruelly into her, slapping at her soft ass till it was red with the stinging blows yanking her up hard by her round breast. his hand reaching down to pull at her thong, stretching it out of shape till it dug hard into her slit, moving it from side to side forcing the cloth to hit her clitoris.&nbsp; His free hand moving to his lose his belt pulling it out with one pull, the leather snaking out and snapping in the air.&nbsp; Tieing her hands behind her back with rough strength till it almost cut her circulation off.&nbsp; &nbsp;His fingers pinching her wonderful pink, nipples.<br><br>"what are you if not my plaything."&nbsp; His hand moved to her throat turning her head gently.&nbsp; "You didn't protest, you didn't fight, just moaned as I took ownership of your body."&nbsp; He was gentle.. his hands moving expertly over her soft body tied helpless.&nbsp; He snapped the bra off of her wonderful breasts freeing them for his inspection.&nbsp; "exquisite." He whispered breathlessly in her ear gently hefting them with a hand, squeezing them softly his soft kisses traveling her neck downward under her arm and onto her erect nipples nipping at her.&nbsp; His hand moving down the front of her body pulling her tight thong down her thighs with one hard push his eyes moving to drink her sex in as his fingers hooked themselves deep into her slit.&nbsp; Grinning he looked to her. "my my you are ripe.. lovely one."&nbsp; His soft kisses inches closer and closer to her mouth whispering breathlessly.&nbsp; "I'll give you what you want my pet."&nbsp; <br><br>Stepping back he let his lose jeans fall to the floor his body absolutely magnificent though she'd only be able to awkwardly turn to look.&nbsp; His body bronzed and hairless allowing her full view of each and every muscle.&nbsp; His cock soared in the air finally freed from it's constraint.&nbsp; Thick as an oak and.. long, it didnt' look as if it could passably fit inside her.. a soft sheen of sweat shining off of it as he moved forward.&nbsp; His eyes watching the woman before him awkward because of her tied arms.&nbsp; Completely naked excepting the pearls at her neck and the high stilettos she wore upon her feet.&nbsp; Moving forward He trapped her arms behind her with his hard body guiding his length to brush her clitoris moving slowly.&nbsp; "Just acknowledge your place my pet and I'll free that chained woman inside of you, I'll remind you what passion really is."&nbsp; He purred softly to her his fingers coming gently to her face.&nbsp; Cupping her cheek as if she were the most valuable thing on the whole wide earth.&nbsp; "Listen to me and I'll make your line a success again."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Interloper (sassychic &amp; Rathan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sassychic</strong> on <strong>03-12-2008, 04:38:16</strong>
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				Victory cried out gently in pain, feeling him yanking and slapping her body at his pleasure. Every inch of her that he slapped and pull stung, she could feel the swelling on her ass from where he been slapping her. The heat instantly cooling down by the cool air condition.&nbsp; But as much as it hurt, as much pain as she felt, she equally felt excited.&nbsp; She felt awkward - awkward and exposed as she laid there with her arms bound so tightly behind her by his belt. "You don't own my body. It's not yours to do as you please." She snapped at him, shaking her head, feeling herself starting to grow angry. She was about to protest more, to tell him what she thought of him, but before she could she could feel his fingers teasing her slit, slipping inside slowly. She couldn't deny her excitement, she knew how wet and hot her center must be as he teased her. And she couldn't stop herself from emitting a soft moan as he continued to tease and taunt her. <br><br>Then she saw him - all of him, her head titled at an awkward angle as she looked up his body. She couldn't deny how much she wanted him at that moment. Victory wanted nothing more than to run her hands and her mouth all over him, to memorize every perfect muscle, to know and touch his body. As her eyes slid down to see how hard he was and how big, she couldn't help but let out a passionate moan.&nbsp; As soon as she saw him all she could think about was what it would feel to have him inside of her, to feel him ripping at her as he fit himself into her. She wanted to know how to feel it. Her tough confident exterior was starting to slip as all she could think about was how much she wanted him. The animalistic passion and desire for him was taking over. <br><br>Without thought her legs parted slightly for him when she felt him brush her clit with his length, her stilettos digging into the couch as she made more room for him, wanting him at that moment. She heard his comments about her line, it just enraged her more - she didn't believe that anyone could handle her line better than she. "It's my line, not yours." She muttered through her moans. She wanted to protest more, but even more so she wanted him, and that desire was more important to her then staking her claim in her line. That could be another fight for another time.<br><br>"I am your pet." She whispered, her eyes locking with him. Between her hard nipples and her throbbing clit, she could feel her entire body crying out for him. She couldn't deny her desire for him. "Your pet. Your play thing." She moaned again.<br><br>"Yours."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Interloper (sassychic &amp; Rathan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rathan</strong> on <strong>03-12-2008, 05:13:45</strong>
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				"That's my girl." He said softly as he heard her words and watched her part her legs for him.&nbsp; His hand sliding up into her wild mane of beautiful hair grabbing a handful and pulling firmly upwards jerking her head up.&nbsp; His whispers still near.&nbsp; "I want to hear you now."&nbsp; His voice like silk as he bit into her neck gently moving his hard trunk of a cock to her swollen and waiting nether lips.&nbsp; Growling deep in his throat as he slowly pushed inside only for it to turn into a loud roar as with one hard thrust he hit her very end her hot wetness seeming to suck him in yanking even harder upon her hair in pleasure.&nbsp; His other hand grabbing a freed breast as he pulled out only to impale her yet again forcing small opening to accept him.&nbsp; Her breasts was feverishly hot her nipple pushing against his palm her very need for him giving him more and more energy.&nbsp; Fucking her hard, pushing her against the couch.&nbsp; Like an alpha male taking his bitch.&nbsp; His tempo going faster each thrust exponentially.&nbsp; &nbsp;Brutally beating on her womanhood with his long, hard, burning cock and loving all of it.&nbsp; "this is the real you my pet." he coo'd his abs rolling like a wave as he came home once more only to pull out once again, taking her roughly by the face.&nbsp; Gazing into&nbsp; her eyes demanding all she had and expecting to get it.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Interloper (sassychic &amp; Rathan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sassychic</strong> on <strong>03-12-2008, 05:42:40</strong>
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				When he pounded into her, Victory felt as if his cock was ripping her apart, her entire vagina on fire from his motions.&nbsp; Her thoughts escaped her, as every part of her, mind and body, fixated on him and what he was doing to her.&nbsp; She fought at her restraints, trying to free her hands from his belt, wanting eagerly to touch him. Every now and then as he leaned in to grab her breast, her fingers would be able to touch him, her nails raking into as if to try and hold on, desperately wanting to be able to feel him. She opened her legs even more, one leg basically draping off the couch as she wanted more of him. The cold leather of the couch rubbing against her bare stomach as he pushed her more and more into the couch with each powerful thrust. <br><br>"Don't stop. Please...fuck me. Please." She cried for him, her voice filled with passion and want.&nbsp; Victory could feel her clit throbbing as it had to be swollen and felt as if it was being beaten by each pounding motion.&nbsp; She struggled with her restraints, trying her best to touch him even more, wanting to touch him, needing to be able to be close to him. "Please...just take me. Fuck me Rand..." Her moans got louder, her breathing ragged, but her eyes fixated on him.&nbsp; She didn't care how awkward she must look, or how unkept, all she wanted to do was to have him continue. All she cared about at that moment was the feeling of his hard long cock ramming into her, breaking her in the process. The pain meant nothing, as all she wanted was him to break her. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Interloper (sassychic &amp; Rathan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rathan</strong> on <strong>15-12-2008, 02:46:59</strong>
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				He felt her squeeze tight around his shaft as it ravaged her.&nbsp; Brutally pounding into her wetness.&nbsp; His free fingers reaching down between her legs, finding her swollen clitoris and slowly, letting her brain register what he was doing and suddenly rubbed it back and forth with a blur of motion forcing her to yet higher pleasure.&nbsp; "cum for me my pet" he whispered.&nbsp; Commanding her to release for him.&nbsp; He growled licking a long line down her back.&nbsp; His cock digging into her forcing her petals open farther than she'd ever beleaved possible then pulled out only to slam back in with earth shattering force, knocking the air clear out of her.&nbsp; "Become mine in truth."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Interloper (sassychic &amp; Rathan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sassychic</strong> on <strong>15-12-2008, 03:12:09</strong>
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				She hated that it was so apparent that he had so much power over her. She hated that he was commanding her to release for him and that he had timed it so perfectly.&nbsp; Between his rubbing of her clit and this new force he was inflicting on her she couldn't hold back anymore. Not being able to restrain herself, she found herself screaming out for him against the leather of the couch, glad that it was muffling her noises to some extent. She could feel how violently her body was shuddering as each wave of her orgasm hit her.<br><br>She tried to control herself, to try and calm down and catch her breath but with the increase force, she could feel him digging deeper than she had ever felt before. He truly had knocked the breath out of her, and she felt herself gasping for air, feeling as if she was on the verge of passing out. With each pound she found herself being pushed further over the edge and it harder for her to gasp her breath. <br><br>She felt as if her orgasm was never ending, each powerful thrust caused another wave of pleasure to run through her body and another gasp for air. <br><br>There was no denying it. She was now his. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Interloper (sassychic &amp; Rathan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rathan</strong> on <strong>15-12-2008, 03:48:30</strong>
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				His eyes narrowed in pleasure as she came, so hard, her pussy like a vice, milking at him with every thrust.&nbsp; he knew she was without a doubt lost to herself now, his own.&nbsp; His eyes turned into something primal, his hand moving from her wrist to her throat jerking her off the couch, pulling her into the air, squeezing softly, partially cutting off her air as he thundered up into her his hips powering upwards.&nbsp; "slap,slap,slap,slap" Not allowing her to recover even a moment as his length moved in over and over his teeth biting at her shoulder as he roared loud enough for the sound to echo through the room then with a suddenness that was completely unexpected he dropped her.&nbsp; "I think I'll let your body take my seed tonight."&nbsp; He pulled out stroking his trunk twice only for his milk to explode all over her back and ass covering her with his warm sticky seed.&nbsp; Moving forward he took her chin in two fingers and kissed her in such a way as to say "your mine" his toungue playing with her own coaxing it into his own mouth then sucked gently on it his eyes soft.&nbsp; His treatment suddenly gentle. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Interloper (sassychic &amp; Rathan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sassychic</strong> on <strong>15-12-2008, 04:37:19</strong>
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				Victory couldn't help but moan against the kiss. She had been reluctant to give into the kiss, like she had been reluctant with so many other things in the night. But there was a softness to the kiss that she hadn't expected. That's what had finally made her relax and let him deepen the kiss. She could feel his seed on her back, it had shot out warm and was starting to cool down, the air condition in the room cooling it. As the kiss continued, she was finally started to get her regular breathing back, being able to finally calm down from both her orgasm and the way he had used her body at the end. She was surprised that she had not blacked out due to some of his movements, and although some of his actions had scared her she had found herself uncharacteristically excited.<br><br>Her entire body ached from their interaction. She felt herself walking the line between pain and pleasure. She was most definitely riding the ecstasy from her orgasm, yet her body could feel the pain that was the aftermath of how hard he had fucked her. Although she found herself slightly humiliated by what she had just consented to, completely stepping out of her comfort zone and acting out of character, she didn't regret a moment of it. She had been acting out of pure animalistic passion and it had been worth it all. <br><br>Another moan escaping her lips, she pulled back slightly, looking up at him with curious eyes, wondering what would happen next. Her hands were still bound by his belt behind her and she had finally stopped fighting her restraints. Looking at him, her lips swollen, she finally spoke. "Now what?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Interloper (sassychic &amp; Rathan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rathan</strong> on <strong>15-12-2008, 04:59:22</strong>
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				His fingers trailed over her face and down her back smearing the cooling liquid over her back giving her a slight nuzzle.&nbsp; Letting her lie there as he stroked her as one might a favorite kitten.&nbsp; "Your new assignment Victory."&nbsp; Go home, find the most alluring lingerie you own.&nbsp; Wear it to work tomorrow.&nbsp; You will then display it to me in all it's glory upon your lovely body giving me your ideas how you might improve upon it.&nbsp; If you chose correctly... he let that trail off his eyes becoming pure amusement.. you shall get your reward.. if it doesn't well then.. I don't want that to happen to you.&nbsp; I have faith in you."&nbsp; His fingers moved over her still constrained body.&nbsp; "We're going to make this work my pet."&nbsp; With that he undid his belt from her wrists.&nbsp; Nuzzling a breast as he did so his tongue whipping it suddenly before moving away.&nbsp; "Your mine now, as long as you please me you will find it... very pleasant."&nbsp; His eyes held hers a long moment... "wash up" he commanded "then get some sleep we have work to do."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Interloper (sassychic &amp; Rathan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sassychic</strong> on <strong>15-12-2008, 05:32:17</strong>
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				Waiting till he released her wrists from their restraints, Victory slowly moved to sit up still aware of where he was at all moments. She remained quiet, her mind thinking about his new assignment that he had given her. In her mind she was already going through her entire lingerie collection, trying to figure out exactly which outfit she would wear. She found herself secretly excited but scared on when and where he was going to have her display it to him. But that was something to worry about later.<br><br>"Okay, I'll pick something wear it tomorrow and have ideas on how to improve the outfit." Her voice was soft, not the defiant tone that she had used with him earlier in the day. Moving to stand up slowly she felt her body was sore but pushed past the pain as she started to gather her clothes that had been thrown to the ground.&nbsp; She felt completely exposed and slightly humiliated, but she refused to let him see that side of her, not wanting him to know his true effects on her. <br><br>"What type of work do we have to do? Do you mean outside of this assignment you have given me?"<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Interloper (sassychic &amp; Rathan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rathan</strong> on <strong>15-12-2008, 05:53:34</strong>
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				His eyes softened at the sight of her.&nbsp; She wasn't just a tool that he'd abuse and throw away.&nbsp; He kept what was his.. and kept it well.&nbsp; Moving close he gathered her in his arms kissing her cheek softly his eyes smiling down at her as he stroked her gently.&nbsp; He was warm, hard yet soft his touch gentle, as if she were made of glass.&nbsp; "Yes much work my Victoria but you.. you are the key."&nbsp; He nibbled her earlobe.&nbsp; "Your the queen of this chess set my pet."&nbsp; He gave her a slow wink and holding her close one more moment he said.&nbsp; "you should get some rest.&nbsp; If you wish you can stay but I need your assignment to be complete.&nbsp; Keep that in mind."&nbsp; He let her go with a gentle push. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Interloper (sassychic &amp; Rathan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sassychic</strong> on <strong>15-12-2008, 06:17:52</strong>
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				"I don't like being called Victoria." She rolled her eyes at his use of her full name. She had long gone by Victory, and only her parents still called her Victoria. "I go by Victory." Her eyes flashed her earlier deviant nature as she shook her head, pulling away from his hands and his lips.<br><br>"No. No, I need to go home." She whispered, shaking her head. She slipped her dress back on, suddenly feeling uncomfortable as she remembered her back being covered by his seed earlier. She didn't even attempt to put her lingerie back on, just holding onto it as she picked up her blazer and bag. "I can't stay. I need to go home." She stammered.<br><br>"My assignment will be complete for tomorrow, and you won't be disappointed." She looked over at him quickly, shaking her head as she tried to wrap her mind around what just happened. Before anything else could happen she made her way to leave, suddenly finding herself needing to get out of there and to somewhere safe. Making her way to her car, she threw the rest of her discarded clothing on the passenger seat before getting in and heading home. <br><br>Once home she immediately went to take a long hot shower, desperate to get the remnants of him off of her. But while under the shower, she couldn't help but have flashbacks to what had happened earlier in the evening. She could almost feel his hands and lips still on her skin. Despite her attempts, she knew it would be impossible to shake&nbsp; the events of the night. He had drawn something out of her that she had never experienced before, and she knew she would not be able to deny how much she had enjoyed it. <br><br>Although she was exhausted, she spent most the night in her bedroom trying to pick out the right set of lingerie to wear the next morning. Between sorting through outfits and sketching, she found herself inspired in ways she hadn't felt in years.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Interloper (sassychic &amp; Rathan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rathan</strong> on <strong>15-12-2008, 06:52:23</strong>
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				He just smiled as he watched her leave chuckling softly as he let his eyes rest upon her.&nbsp; Her almost frantic retreat amusing him to no end.&nbsp; "Then I'll see you in the morning"&nbsp; He called after her receding form.&nbsp; Walking upstairs he jumped into bed and was almost immediately asleep.&nbsp; It was the sleep of knowing he was doing his job right.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>It was 5:30 in the morning, fog seemed to envelope the building while the rest of the world still lay asleep Rand was awake.&nbsp; One of the first here.&nbsp; A few other die hards puttering around waving mornings to those they knew.&nbsp; He was sharp as ever wearing a black sports jacket lined so as to show himself off at the best.&nbsp; He carried a rather large briefcase which he carried over his shoulder.&nbsp; Looking round he nodded to the guard showing his badge then stepped inside his office.&nbsp; Only to find a pile of emails already waiting for him.&nbsp; Setting his case aside he went to work.&nbsp; Completely focused one what he was doing.&nbsp; He'd make this place a success again or die trying. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Interloper (sassychic &amp; Rathan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sassychic</strong> on <strong>15-12-2008, 07:24:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Just before 9:00am Victory was in the building and walking towards her office, a large latte in her hand. Although she was running on little sleep, she felt wide awake from the adrenaline created by her work on her "assignment". She was dressed in a dark amethyst shirt dress, the collar raised, her tall stilettos clicking against the ground as she walked into her office. She was put together as always, but there was something slightly different about her. Setting her oversized handbag and her portfolio down on her desk, she pulled her long dark hair into a high ponytail, not caring if it wasn't perfect - a difference from the days before. But it didn't matter how she appeared to the outside world, what mattered was what she was wearing underneath and the drawings contained in her portfolio.<br><br>Pulling out her portfolio she took out her designs she had worked on the night before, taking them to her design table so she could make changes to them. She wasn't going to go to him today. She had made the first move the morning before, and despite what had happened last night, she had decided that he would come to her when he wanted her assignment. Her defiant behavior was starting to come back.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Interloper (sassychic &amp; Rathan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rathan</strong> on <strong>17-12-2008, 01:06:40</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				It was 9:05 Rand, was making his rounds, talking laughingly to his new team, learning all they could do.&nbsp; Coming to victory's cubicle he moved in leaning on the entrance waiting with a crooked smile on his face as if to say "I see a quite stubborn lady here."&nbsp; He shook his head waiting for her to notice then crooked his finger signaling that he wished to see her in his office.&nbsp; Without waiting for a response he turned his back and walked away back to his office.&nbsp; Expecting her to follow very shortly after.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Interloper (sassychic &amp; Rathan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sassychic</strong> on <strong>17-12-2008, 02:09:26</strong>
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				As he stood there, a chill fell down Victory's spine. It was as if she knew she had done something wrong, something to upset him. Putting down what she was working on she made her way to his office, knocking gently to announce herself before going inside.<br><br>"You wanted to see me." She said gently, her voice strong yet soft. She closed the door behind her as she stood in his office. She made sure to keep her distance, not wanting to be close enough for him to be able to grab her. "I'm ready with my new assignment whenever you are."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Interloper (sassychic &amp; Rathan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rathan</strong> on <strong>17-12-2008, 03:11:55</strong>
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				He looked to her with a raised eyebrow.&nbsp; "Well then, why are you all the way back there Victoria?&nbsp; Are you trying to make yourself invisible."&nbsp; His voice was cool as he motioned her closer.&nbsp; "In the future your to come immediately my pet."&nbsp; His voice was slightly warmer now but hid razors.&nbsp; He stood walking deliberately around her eying her calmly, now inches from her as a finger creeped up her soft throat and under her chin.&nbsp; His ice blue eyes looking hard into her own.&nbsp; His eyes seeming to search her very soul. "Show me" his voice velvet.&nbsp; "just remember presentation is just as important as the product."&nbsp; Moving back he sat carelessly upon his expensive cherry wood desk, his arms crossed, waiting expectantly.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Interloper (sassychic &amp; Rathan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sassychic</strong> on <strong>17-12-2008, 03:31:51</strong>
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				"You didn't tell me to come to you first thing." She challenged, shaking her head, watching him carefully. Her heartbeat started to race and the speed of her breathing increased as she felt him looking her over. She nodded simply, taking a step back form where he was resting against the desk. <br><br>She had purposefully worn a shirtdress in case he were to say such a thing.&nbsp; Reaching up she pulled the elastic from her ponytail, her long dark hair falling past her shoulders. Her hands moved to the top of her shirt dress, and very delicately she began to slowly unbutton the dress, taking her time as she moved from button to button. Her eyes remained on him, never wavering. When she had completely unbuttoned her dressed, you could just see the sliver of nude lace underneath, but it was not enough to know what it was. Her hands moved to grasp the amethyst fabric and slowly started to reveal more of what was hidden underneath.<br><br>The lingerie that she had chosen to wear was her favorite of all time. It was made of a nude lace that was just a slight shade darker than her own skin color. It was a strapless bustier top that exposed the tops of her breasts. You could see the boning of the bustier that hugged it perfectly to her figure, showing off each curve. The back of the bustier showed the intricacy and her favorite part of the top. A black silk ribbon was corseted through the lace to hold it together. It was bound perfectly tight, the black ribbon creating quite the design on the back. On the bottom she wore a black and nude thong, it was made of a similar black silk as the ribbon and also nude lace. It was just enough to cover what needed to be covered, and let just a sliver of skin be shown above the thong and below the corset.<br><br>Once she had revealed what was underneath she slowly let the shirt dress fall off of her arms and to the ground. She stood before him in just the lingerie and her tall black satin stilettos. <br><br>"and I have my ideas for the corrections as you requested." It was all she had to say.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Interloper (sassychic &amp; Rathan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rathan</strong> on <strong>18-12-2008, 10:21:48</strong>
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				He looked to her his eyes holding her own letting her stand there a slow smile spreading over his face as he stood, walking slowly over to her, moving forward until mere centimeters seperated them both, his soft eyes holding her own in his.&nbsp; Invading her space, moving slowly forward still causing her to back up yet further so as to not be bulled over step by step he moved her forward and she moved back, they're eyes locked till finally.. there was no where else for her to go.&nbsp; Her back hitting the hard wood wall, his hands planting themselves firmly to either side of her face as he leaned in to nibble at a soft earlobe.&nbsp; "Tell me my pet."&nbsp; he said breathlessly his warm sweet breath tickling her sensitive skin "Show me those improvements.&nbsp; His face moved down as if he'd kiss her neck yet always not quite.&nbsp; His eyes held a hypnotic quality now as they looked into her own.&nbsp; "Enlighten me."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Interloper (sassychic &amp; Rathan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sassychic</strong> on <strong>18-12-2008, 18:58:20</strong>
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				Victory could not deny that he had some sort of power, some sort of control over her. It had to have been something in his eyes and the way he looked at her...she was almost paralyzed. Her normal defiant, confident attitude slipped away as she fell to the power of his stare. If he moved, she moved. If he said stop, she stopped. He had complete control over her in the situation - a fact she hated yet secretly enjoyed.<br><br>Her eyes had closed when she felt his lips so close to her neck, and she had to force herself to open them again and to concentrate on the task at hand. "Well...I..." She stammered at first, trying to regain her composure. Taking a deep breath she started again, this time in control. "I would change the neckline..." She raised her hand up to trace the neckline of the bustier, showing him how she would change it. "Make it into a sweetheart neckline...dipping low between my breasts...and then have it lowered in the back to correspond with what the front would now look like." She let her fingers drape along the edges to show him what the neckline would now look like. "Then I would add a zipper to the back...hidden of course. I would keep the ribbon, but make it more of a decorative touch. Right now it takes time to get it on and off, most women might not want that...the zipper will make it easier to have it taken off."&nbsp; <br><br>She took another slow deep breath, trying to focus on him, but her eyes starting to drift and she had to gain her composure. Her hands moved from off of her lingerie to his chest, trying to push him away, out of her personal space, so she could concentrate more. "The last thing I would do is change the color slightly...make it a bit more neutral...it looks good against my skin tone, but most women are more pale than I am. I would also add just the touch of gold to the lace, so that in the light you could see the shine of the gold on it...women like to sparkle or to shine. Make them feel like they are even more luxurious."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Interloper (sassychic &amp; Rathan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rathan</strong> on <strong>18-12-2008, 21:56:55</strong>
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				His eyes looked to her's taking in every word, moving down as she showed the changes, smiling at the zipper idea, her attempt to push him away completely useless.&nbsp; Hiss hand moving from the wall, to her soft, ripe, curves his fingers slowly moving down to her hips pulling her softly closer as his head lowered to kiss her partially barred breasts his toungue playing along her soft valleys, one hand moving from her hips to slowly move between her legs, two fingers moving gently up and down.&nbsp; "Very good Victory"&nbsp; His eyes looking up as his lips left his ministrations a minute distance.&nbsp; Softness and warmth, as well as his iron will emanated from them.&nbsp; "I think you deserve a reward."&nbsp; His eyes scanned hers then smiled wickedly as he turned to his briefcase taking a few things that she couldn't quite see as of yet.&nbsp; Saying simply in his command tone. "Get down on the floor and spread yourself for me.&nbsp; I have a present for you my pet."&nbsp; The eyes turned to her seemed to look once again right into her very soul.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Interloper (sassychic &amp; Rathan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sassychic</strong> on <strong>18-12-2008, 22:26:22</strong>
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				"You liked my alterations?" She asked curiously, her voice was laced with hope. She had wanted his approval. This was a new sensation for her, she hardly ever needed someone's approval. But in Rand she found herself wanting it. "Why do I have to get on the floor?" Her voice was soft and now filled with curiosity. She moved away from him slowly, moving to lay down on the floor. She groaned softly, as she felt the carpet pressed to her partially bare back. She bent her knees and spread her legs wide for him, watching him carefully.<br><br>From her position on the floor she couldn't see what he was doing or what he was getting from the briefcase. But she could feel her heart starting to race at the uncertainty of the situation. "Are you sure this is a present for me and not yourself?" She sighed softly, closing her eyes for a moment before looking over at him. "What are you going to do?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Interloper (sassychic &amp; Rathan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rathan</strong> on <strong>18-12-2008, 23:34:26</strong>
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				He chuckled some.&nbsp; "Yes I like your alterations" his voice was soft as he came softly up from behind her surprising her as he forcefully wrapped something dark and heavy over her eyes.&nbsp; "For starters I'm going to blindfold you."&nbsp; His voice was like velvet against the skin as he whispered softly against her ear giving it a soft nibble bringing her softly into his arms his hungry lips taking her own.&nbsp; Something cold and hard clicked into place upon one of her wrists.. then the other, soft clicks could be heard as they both tightened.&nbsp; "Everything else"&nbsp; she heard his voice.&nbsp; "You'll just have to figure out on your own."&nbsp; Came his soft growling voice.&nbsp; Full of promise.<br><br>His fingers moved slowly over her body as he continued the kiss.&nbsp; Feeling her loveliness.&nbsp; His fingers in no hurry.&nbsp; Tracing shapes over her breasts, her stomach, between her legs, and down her thighs.&nbsp; Suddenly something cold and oily seemed to cascade over her barely covered mound.&nbsp; Rand's hand moved up her soft thighs to gently rub the substance into her skin and soaking her displayed lingerie till she was sopping with the stuff.&nbsp; Though cool at first.. it suddenly seemed to light her skin with warmth.. the heat building bit by bit.&nbsp; His head moved downwards biting her ample breast as a dog might worry a peace of meat.&nbsp; Complete with a soft growl.&nbsp; His saliva seeping through the fabric. Somthing hard pushed against her nether lips a soft buzzing sound permeating the air..&nbsp; "what do you think this is my pet?&nbsp; He teased pushing the vibrating something gently against her sopping thong moving slowly up and down her covered slit then almost casually he pushed it against where her clitoris would be.&nbsp; "Just think what might happen if someone walks in right this moment."&nbsp; He chuckled.&nbsp; "Did you lock the door?"&nbsp; &nbsp; Moving what ever it was slowly up and down side, to side letting it do it's own magic.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Interloper (sassychic &amp; Rathan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sassychic</strong> on <strong>19-12-2008, 00:04:06</strong>
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				Her breath had caught in her throat when he blindfolded her, just shaking her head softly, trying to fight the blindfold though she knew it was impossible. When she heard the clicking noise and felt the cold metal against her wrists, she knew that he was somehow restraining her, she wasn't quite sure with what but she thought it could possibly be with handcuffs. <br><br>"Rand we are in the office...anyone could walk in...I don't want to be seen like this..." Victory was starting to panic, she tried to fight her restraints to try and move to sit up but she found it impossible. She hadn't locked the door, she hadn't thought it was necessary, she really didn't think he would be doing something like this. She had been quite wrong. She wanted to protest more but she couldn't hold back the moans that were being produced from the feeling of the vibrator against her clit. He had a power over her that she had never experienced before. She hated not having her eyes, but she tried to use her other senses, particularly touch and smell to figure out what all he was doing. She had figured that he must have used some sort of lubricant on her. She had felt his mouth on her breasts. She could feel the fabric of her lingerie being soaked by the lubricant and his own saliva. <br><br>"What are you going to do?" She repeated an earlier question. She was trying hard to hold up her hard front, but she was starting to wither from the way he was touching her and the toys he was using on her body. "We're at work...I can't be your pet at work..." She moaned, biting her bottom lip. She wasn't able to stop herself as her legs widened even farther for him, providing him more access. Her mind and her body were not one at this moment.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Interloper (sassychic &amp; Rathan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rathan</strong> on <strong>20-12-2008, 07:13:48</strong>
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				He just chuckles softly as he dug the vibrator into her soft valley pushing in deep, stretching her fine fabric.&nbsp; "but your always my pet" he purred as his deft fingers started unlacing her burstier, slight impatience in the touch as he chuckled.&nbsp; "Definitely needs a zipper."&nbsp; Finally it was loosened just enough so as to allow him to roughly shove one of the cups aside freeing a breast.&nbsp; Without a moment's hesitation teeth found the area just around her hard nipple.&nbsp; Eating hungrily at it, sealing the air around it and creating a powerful vacuum with his hard suction his toungue gouging at it teasing as the pressure steadily increased loud wet sucking sounds emitting as he took his pleasure.&nbsp; Almost as if he were planning on sucking her tip right off of her.&nbsp; His other hand playing with the rather large vibrator, still buried deeply into her sopping cunt, a finger moving aside the taught thong causing the vibrating "thing" to shoot deep.&nbsp; The oilly substance greasing the way before the huge toy f If she could see at that moment she'd see an absolute pleasurable wickedness in his startling eyes, she was his plaything and meant to take full advantage.&nbsp; He turned the vibration to max causing the toy to go from a gentle vibration to something more akin to an earthquake.&nbsp; His chuckle echoed through the room soft, possessive and obviously very much enjoying his torture of her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Interloper (sassychic &amp; Rathan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sassychic</strong> on <strong>20-12-2008, 07:36:58</strong>
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				"No. I'm not your pet. Not at work..no" She tried to stand firm, but it was clearly difficult for her.<br><br>"Damn it..." Victory moaned loudly, biting her bottom lip trying to suppress the sounds and moans she wanted to be making. The intensity of the vibrator was now exerting against her...coupled with the warmth of the oily substance she was coupled in. When the vibrator hit amongst the liquid and was left there it caused her skin to burn up, causing her to just be pushed closer to a state like she was in the night before. She was trying desperately to stay in control, to not let herself be completely lost to what he was doing to her, she didn't want herself to be so vulnerable and exposed as she had been the night before. <br><br>But it was hard. Extremely hard.<br><br>"But...but I need to go back to work. Lots...lots of sketching...designs today..." She moaned, finding it absolutely difficult to formulate the proper words. She wasn't even sure if she was making sense. She was slowly starting to lose control of her body, finding her hips to starting to buck towards the work of his vibrator that he was using on her.<br><br>"Fuck." She whimpered, her head moving to the side. She could feel her body withering beneath him. His torture was having its effect and she knew she wasn't going to be able to withstand much more. <br><br>"Can you please take this blindfold off...I want to see you..." Her whimpers were getting louder. She had a sudden desire to be able to watch him, to see what he was doing to her. "Please Rand..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Interloper (sassychic &amp; Rathan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rathan</strong> on <strong>20-12-2008, 08:28:38</strong>
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				Letting go of her abused nipple he smiled at her pleading voice.&nbsp; Gently nipping at her neck as he pushed the toy roughly inside of her letting it continue without his help, his fingers slowly unknotting her blindfold, letting it fall to the ground a lone finger tilting her head up towards himself, his other hand, slowly, unbuttoning his finely starched shirt revealing more and more bronzed skin.&nbsp; His stormy blue eyes holding worlds of tightly held mirth.&nbsp; Further and further his hands his rippling just.. his hard six pack.. the perfect naval..&nbsp; letting it all fall to the floor as the last button fell through leaving only a rather mussed tie around his bare neck.&nbsp; <br><br>His eyes sparkling as his fingers went yet lower unclasping his belt, then his slacks, letting the zipper fall low.&nbsp; He just smiled as his length surged forth.&nbsp; He was like a bull showing his wears, feral, no sense of shame only the strong feeling of "I know you want this" emanating from him.&nbsp; His proud erect cock huge, and balls to match stood before her. Completely hairless, a swimmers build.&nbsp; His foot played the toy inside of her as his eyes moved downward, animalistic.. the alpha male looking at one of his bitches. his lips softly curving upwards.&nbsp; "How do you like the view my pet" licking his lips he pushed the toy inwards in the roughly without the usual coordination of his fingers.&nbsp; Strength seeming to emanate from his very being.&nbsp; The vibrations only seeming to get worse with his foot's rough touch. <br><br>"Get on your knees."&nbsp; He said softly,&nbsp; his eyes like fire.&nbsp; His fingers crooking gently upwards.&nbsp; "Let's see how long you can last my sweet."&nbsp; His face tilted sideways a devilish look in his eyes.&nbsp; "Pleasure me my lovely one."&nbsp; Winking slowly&nbsp; "What can you do with that lovely mouth of yours?"&nbsp; His voice was arch his eyes gentle, encouraging even as he cruelly twisted the nub of the toy causing it to hit her clitoris hard.&nbsp; Only to suddenly lower the vibration setting.&nbsp; Bending forward he kissed her gently.&nbsp; "This is far from over my Victory."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Interloper (sassychic &amp; Rathan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sassychic</strong> on <strong>20-12-2008, 18:21:51</strong>
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				"How much more could there be?" Victory responded, waiting till he had pulled away completely from the kiss.<br><br>She slowly moved from her position, her eyes still adjusting to being able to see what all was going on around her. She moved to her knees as he had ordered, finding herself eye level with very hard and present cock. The sight of him, his naked upper body, his now perfectly huge raging cock, sent her mind into memories of the night before. She could remember the way it felt to him him ripping into her, the way his hand gripped and yanked at her hair, how her body bounced because of the force and the power of each of his thrusts. The visions alone were sending her completely into a point where she was acting on pure desire and lust for the man infront of her. She was knocked back to reality from her memories by his forceful movements of the toy inside of her. A moan mixed with a whimper escaped her lips. It was torture, but she was loving every moment of it. <br><br>She felt a slight shudder through her body, she was so close to the edge, and she could tell he knew that, she knew he knew it by the way he had lowered the vibrations. Her body was starting to calm down, keeping itself from staying at that moment, that moment of almost release. Her eyes focused infront of her to his cock, she had heard his request and she wanted to honor it. She knew she had quite the skill when it came to how to use her lips and her mouth, and she wanted to be able to show him. She wanted to make him whither the way he was currently doing to her. <br><br>Leaning into him, she ran her lips along the length of him, brushing softly, taking in every inch of him, just letting herself slightly taunt and tease him. When she got to the head of his member, her tongue slipped out and flicked it a few times, wanting to see it bulge even more for her. She then took him into her mouth, just his head, as she wanted this to be sweet torture for him.&nbsp; She&nbsp; also needed to adjust to his size. Slowly she started to suck on the head of his member. Her mouth was tight around his shaft, acting as suction cups as she tried to draw out whatever she could from him. Her tongue rubbed against the base of the head of&nbsp; his shaft, caressing it gently, before she went back to sucking hard.<br><br>Slowly she started to take more of him into her mouth, letting her lips suck and pull at the tender skin. She would take quite a bt of him into her mouth before quickly drawing him completely out of her mouth. She would start her assault all over again, just taking the head and then slowly taking more of him into her mouth. Her lips also holding him tightly, sucking hard, she wanted to draw his seed and his orgasm out of him. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Interloper (sassychic &amp; Rathan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rathan</strong> on <strong>21-12-2008, 06:22:28</strong>
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				Grinning he arched his back grabbing her hair roughly as he growling pleasure as she sucked at his cock pulling her hard against it his eyes wild wild with lust. His other hand striking sharply upon her erect nipples enjoying the hollow sound that emitted as he his stinging blows beat strongly upon the giving flesh a dangerous gleam now on his face.&nbsp; His saliva laden cock growing with each stroke.&nbsp; "Fuck yes my pet." Came his pleasure drenched reply to her ministrations.&nbsp; "Show me how dirty you can get."&nbsp; He watched, she on her knees before him her hands cuffed behind.&nbsp; There was a look in her eyes, a look he wanted to nurse to a full blaze.&nbsp; A wantonness.. desire..&nbsp; It turned him on.<br><br>He turned the vibrator up a notch, a malicious gleam in his eyes as he watched her look of pure depravity.&nbsp; The hand ministering to her already freed breast suddenly moved to haul her other breast roughly from the bustier playfully smacking it too before reaching up upon a shelf to grab a clear bottle of some sort of oil.&nbsp; He poured it all over her breasts and down her lovely body causing her to shine in the light.&nbsp; A hot feeling suddenly touching every peace of skin it touched. Slapping her once again now, the wet jiggly sound emanating from her body pleasure in itself.&nbsp; His eyes locking upon her own pulling out forcefully as he did so.&nbsp; That look, the look that seemed to see her very soul.&nbsp; Nipping at her shoulder he shoved her down upon the glass table before her.&nbsp; Far too thick and durable to even think of shattering at her comparatively slight weight.&nbsp; The hand in her hair yanking her head up as his other hand came up to grab her cheeks with two fingers, her mouth open with surprise.&nbsp; His tongue danced with hers lips still inches apart enjoying the sexy play. <br><br>"I told you this was far from over my pet."&nbsp; He whispered as he brought yet another toy out, a smaller version of the toy still in her sopping slit.&nbsp; Pushing her down hard upon the glass he now let yet more of that oil fall over the lovely roundness of her ass.&nbsp; Letting it cover her, adding an occasional smack to the mix as he grinned more devilishly every second. He let the toy gather the wetness moving it down then up over her ass then in.&nbsp; His eyes moved to hers as he moved his fingers to both switches and with a grin put them both on max.&nbsp; Yanking her back up towards him and slammed his cock up between her soft breasts pushing her head down to meet it.&nbsp; The slick wetness all over her body causing him to moan soft as he used her, one hand grabbing both her breasts, mashing them around his gargantuan trunk.&nbsp; &nbsp;His foot nudging the huge toy in her nether lips deep once more as he violently gyrated inside of her, a bucking bull suddenly at home between her soft thighs.&nbsp; The second smaller version like electricity adding to the pleasure of it all.&nbsp; "Call out for me and perhaps I'll give you the real thing."&nbsp; Rand whispered into victory's ear.&nbsp; Accentuating it with a powerful thrust up and into her open mouth almost rocking her backwards.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Interloper (sassychic &amp; Rathan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sassychic</strong> on <strong>21-12-2008, 06:54:51</strong>
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				Every inch of her body felt on fire from both the oil he had applied so much to her skin and from everything he was doing to her body. She felt like she had no control of her body what so ever. Every part of her was on fire and aching for him. The pain that she was expecting from the smaller vibrator he had shoved up her ass was no where to be found because of everything else that was being done to her. She just could feel the animalistic passion being brought out of her. <br><br>The mixture of both vibrators and the slapping of her skin was too much. She wasn't able to hold back any longer. she pushed her back into the glass table even more, her eyes shutting as she felt her body start to shake at a violent rate. She couldn't control herself or what was going on at all.&nbsp; She was completely lost to the passion and desire that he had created in her. Her entire body was shaking, pulling his raging cock more against her skin, pulling both vibrators deeper into her. As she felt herself shaking she started to call for him. <br><br>"Rand...fuck...Rand...please..." She moaned. Her voice was loud. She didn't quite care who heard her at the moment. All thoughts of decency were gone from her mind as all she cared about was acknowledging what he was doing to her.&nbsp; She called for him, her words and his name being lost in the throws of passion and the moans and whimpers coming from her lips. She desperately tried to fight her hands free, hating that they were cuffed behind her.<br><br>As she started to calm down, her eyes slowly started to open as she looked up at him. Her eyes were full of lust. "I want you. I want your cock." Her voice was ragged, broken up from her racing heart and inability to breath at a normal rate. But she wanted him. She desperately wanted him. "I don't want a toy...I want you..." Her voice was almost a purr as she looked up at him. Her lips sought his, kissing him hungrily and full of passion. She could still feel his length crushed between her breasts and she wanted more of him. <br><br>She wanted all of him. The passion and desire that was built up inside of her was causing her to just let go and call for what she wanted - him.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Interloper (sassychic &amp; Rathan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rathan</strong> on <strong>21-12-2008, 07:29:40</strong>
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				Pushing deeper into the kiss his fingers moved behind her back trickling down her lovely spine as he found the secret latch to them and pressed it freeing her hands.&nbsp; He no longer needed it, not this session.&nbsp; It fell to the table with a clang.&nbsp; Pulling her up into his arms he rolled around sitting upon the table.&nbsp; Her slippery heaving in passion.&nbsp; Taking her roughly by the thighs, spreading them wide his her long legs dangling off the edge of the small table the big toy falling to the ground without the support, unable to stay with the flood coming from her. His intention quite clear, to use her and use her hard.&nbsp; Holding her eyes he lifted her over his monstrosity suddenly letting her fall upon it ripping through her very center.&nbsp; "As you wish my pet."&nbsp; Came his harsh whisper as he started fucking her like a rag doll, his eyes hard with pure lust.&nbsp; <br><br>It was as if he suddenly had the strength of three ripping her open with nothing but his manhood.&nbsp; Roaring, not caring in the least if anyone heard.&nbsp; His peace of meat breaking the woman before it as it slammed into her hot, wet, welcoming hole. A rough hand like the night before, squeezed down upon her windpipe just enough to rob her of air.&nbsp; His eyes were wild, completely untamed, he was claiming her and it was obvious.&nbsp; As he bucked wildly into her sexiness.&nbsp; As if he were now possessed by some unseen being.&nbsp; His teeth bared at her his eyes speaking more than any words could portray.&nbsp; All there was in this word was her and his need.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Interloper (sassychic &amp; Rathan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sassychic</strong> on <strong>21-12-2008, 07:49:33</strong>
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				Strangely, Victory found herself completely enchanted by his eyes...they were hypnotic and she found herself unable to tear her eyes away from him. They were paralyzing her and for the moment she was forgetting the difficulties she was having breathing. But soon that feeling came back. The hold he had on her throat was tight, it was getting extremely difficult for her to breath and she now started to reach for his arms. She was glad he had undo her hands, and at that moment her instinct was to grab a hold of his arms, trying to pull his hands away from her throat. She was trying to fight him, but she knew it was useless.<br><br>The inability to breath wasn't enough for her to ignore what he was doing to her. She widened her legs even more, desperately wanting even more of him inside of her. She was starting to feel light headed, feeling like she might pass out, but she was pushing past those feelings, her body desperate for him. She could feel every inch of herself, her very core begging for him - aching for him to put out her desire for him. She moved one of her legs, though it felt rather limp, to wrap it around his waist. Her leg was slippery from the oil that he had been using on her, but she tried to focus her energy to be able to keep it tight around his waist, wanting to pull more of his large cock in her. <br><br>Her moans and her words were being lost by his hold on her windpipe, but she kept trying. Knowing it was useless to fight him any longer, her hands started to run down his chest. She already knew she loved his chest - it was perfection.&nbsp; She couldn't get enough of it, either by sight or touch. Her hands wanted to memorize every inch of him, her fingers touching everything. She raked her fingers across his chest gently, her fingers moving to play with his nipples, much like he had done to hers earlier but not as roughly. She was ignoring her inability to breath as all she wanted to concentrate was him.<br><br>She could feel herself tightening. She knew that this was so soon after her orgasm that she wasn't going to be able to last long.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Interloper (sassychic &amp; Rathan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rathan</strong> on <strong>03-01-2009, 06:21:01</strong>
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				He was a beast now beating into her with his huge length roaring&nbsp; his pleasure as his intensely intelligent eyes grabbed hers and held them live a vice.&nbsp; An alpha fucking his bitch.&nbsp; Yet, even with all the intensity he knew his limits and her's holding back just so.&nbsp; Keeping her on the brink as he used her body.&nbsp; He burned, bright against the light of the room, hot with sheer lust and dominion.&nbsp; Forcing her face towards his own and taking them as if he owned her very being.&nbsp; He was close so close, her tightening body only drawing him nearer to the brink.&nbsp; "cum Victory cum for me now."&nbsp; He whispered darkly as a hand was brought down to push against her clit hard.&nbsp; His movements tripling in intensity.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Interloper (sassychic &amp; Rathan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sassychic</strong> on <strong>03-01-2009, 06:51:02</strong>
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				She had been trying to hold back her orgasm. She had not wanted to give in just yet. She had been trying to prevent him from thinking or knowing that he had such control over her. She wasn't quite sure she was ready to give him that control. But when she felt his manipulation of her clit, the hardness of his touch, the force of his fingers on her overly tender clit was too much. She couldn't hold back any longer, his touch had been all she needed to be pushed over the edge.<br><br>Her body started to shake violently, her hands that had previously been clawing at his chest were now gripping at his arms once more, using them to steady her. Wave after wave of intensity ran through her body as she was completely lost by what he had been doing to her. The night before had been intense, but she was sure this far surpassed what he had done to her before. <br><br>Her head fell back against the cold glass once more as she found herself unable to stay quiet. As her orgasm continued to hit her she started to scream, glad that he had loosened his hold on her throat so her pleasured moans could be heard. She started calling for him, repeating his name over and over as she shook. <br><br>Victory never once broke their stare. She couldn't pull her eyes from him, she was trapped by his gaze. But her eyes were getting glassy eyed and she was losing control of everything.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Interloper (sassychic &amp; Rathan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rathan</strong> on <strong>30-01-2009, 04:33:07</strong>
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				A sudden delicious coldness came over him as he watched Victory shudder underneath him.&nbsp; Pulling her hard against himself biting her ear as his humongous cock pushed in one more time only to explode in white sticky violence. Exploding over and over within her body the dark look he gave her was confidence itself and oddly enough soft, gentle as a soft caress.&nbsp; The spear within her womanhood gouging down into her depths still yet his touch was silk, as if he thought she'd break.&nbsp; Still exploring her body that he knew was his own.&nbsp; His Manhood still pushing his seen inside her seemingly neverending.&nbsp; His sack that of a stallion, his form that of a gladiator of another time.&nbsp; A warrior but one of business he would stop at nothing to succeed.&nbsp; Finally the stream stopped.&nbsp; A gentle yet roughened hand moved down to grasp at one of her round ass cheeks while his other moved behind her head bringing her into a kiss that was at once hard and gentle.&nbsp; He was untameable, rough, and above all strength itself.&nbsp; Still.. he was gentle now his eyes drawing her in for more, demanding something from her.&nbsp; Her devotion.. her obedience.. and something else something that his almost loving caresses cried out for.&nbsp; <br><br>A smell shook the air, the wild smell of a male, untamed mixed with her own soft gentle one.&nbsp; His nose drew in her scent first down her neck down down past the lucious swell of her chest, past her soak stained chest down to her thighs, and slowly into the strong smell that drew him lapping softly at her ravaged cunt tasting himself mixed with her own juices.&nbsp; "Your so wet down here my Victory."&nbsp; His voice was soft always gentle "Could it be you want some more from me?"&nbsp; He raised his eyebrows as he looked down to his still rock hard cock.&nbsp; Hung like a bull.. would almost give it justice at the moment.&nbsp; His wicked smile lit his strong features.&nbsp; "Do you need more... inspiration."&nbsp; He nuzzled her hardened nub softly.&nbsp; He wanted her still, it was obvious.. his eyes steamed still at her.&nbsp; Every moment further would increase the chance they'd be discovered.&nbsp; Still she was more than ready.. and he found it harder and harder to deny his lust for those swollen pussy lips waving before him still he was in complete control as his expert fingers moved slowly into her ass.&nbsp; "I want to see how bad you can be my ice queen." With that he pushed his horse of a penis hard against those lips not into her but parrallel to her forcing their swollenness around the iron hot rod yet not impailing her.&nbsp; Wickedly patient he would take her as he wished open door or not.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Interloper (sassychic &amp; Rathan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sassychic</strong> on <strong>02-02-2009, 19:40:37</strong>
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				If the people in the office hadn't heard them before, she was sure that they would now. But she didn't quite care. The state of ecstasy that she was in was unparalleled to any she had been in before. And she wasn't about to say no to him. From the moment he let his tongue touch her sore and aching cunt to when she felt him slide his massive shaft back along her begging lips, she knew she would do whatever he asked her to do.<br><br>"Ice queen...? What - what do you mean?" She choked out, hearing his request. She could barely keep her eyes focused on him, she was so powerless to her own desire for him. All she could think about was how much she wanted to do what he asked of her, and how quickly she was losing all control to him. But at the same time she was starting to remember where they were, her body still soaked from the lubricant he had smeared all over her body. Trying to steady her eyes on him, she tried to speak. "No more. Not now. Not here. Please." <br><br>Her voice was a mixture of moans and whimpers, and she tried desperately to regain control of herself, trying to pull her body away from his, sliding along the cold glass table that he had placed her on. She was once again trying to fight the cuffs that he had placed on her wrists, trying to regain her freedom so she could pull fully away from him.<br><br>"Please Rand..."
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