The Wheel of Power
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				Title: <strong>The Wheel of Power</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dirigible</strong> on <strong>07-11-2010, 09:12:58</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1158/5149693131_1603789366.jpg)</div><br>It took three men to haul Kyle Stockard out of his cell and drag him to the auction blocks.<br><br>Two burly guards to almost carry him, twisting his joints painfully and grunting as they lifted his muscular, virile form up the stairs; and another to stand by with an electric cattle prod, in case he got restless. In the past, he'd injured trainers and slave-catchers that got careless around him, but he'd since learned that direct attack was futile. Instead, he used his martial arts training to make their task as difficult as possible, twisting with grappling counter-moves, shifting his weight to confound their attempts to make him walk. Passive resistance, simply for his own defiant pride and vindictiveness. <br><br>He had no reason to care about making these bastards miserable, after all.<br><br>Kyle's basement cell was windowless and dark, so he squinted as he was forced up into the light once again. The fresh air was a blessing, even scented as it was by the thick perfume of some of the other captives. Most of them were groomed, made-up, eager to make themselves as appealing as possible in order to fetch a good price and not displease the slave traders and masters that held their leashes. He had made no such effort; he was clad in an open leather jerkin that did little to conceal the flow and tone of his torso, and a pair of slightly tatty black pants. Barefoot, heavy steel shackles had been attacked to his ankles and wrists, a precaution designed to keep him from throwing a punch or a kick with any kind of speed. Likewise, the collar around his throat was metal: a hefty ring of steel, welded and solidly locked. They had used a leather one at first, but he had relentlessly rubbed his neck against a ledge in the cell until the material tore, ignoring the cuts and scrapes he inflicted to his own neck.<br><br>One of the guards elbowed him in the back, and he staggered forward, the chains clanking before he could regain his balance. Kyle scowled as he was forced onto the auction block, staring out at the crowds of affluent and corrupt citizens who liked to buy and sell people as commodities. They sipped champagne and nibbled at grapes and delicacies, whispering behind their hands as they surveyed him and the other slaves that lined the stage.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wheel of Power</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Endara</strong> on <strong>07-11-2010, 19:53:01</strong>
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				(http://i55.tinypic.com/2md4apw.jpg)<br><br><br>Caira Ayers, one of the privileged elite. She had been a model and now artist, she used what she had been given and soared to the top of society. Along with the power came money. She had attracted all kinds of men and boys alike, but none of them truly caught her interest. They were all the same breed she was, and they were soft. The fourth slave brought to the auction block had her full attention. He was defiant, he was strong-willed, and he was completely muscled male. The first three were sold quickly and then came time for the one she wanted. She kept pushing the price up past what she knew the others could afford. The price quickly went up by tens of thousands at a time, others trying to beat her but quickly exceeding their limit. Served them right, self righteous bastards and bitches.<br><br>At last no one was bidding against her and she took him. Cost her nearly one quarter of a million dollars, but she got him. She smiled in a sly way, and picked up her dress, walking out of the crowd with people whispering behind her. Whispers about, "she'll never control him like I could," and, "she's a spoiled little brat, just wanted to show us up."<br><br>She turned around and loudly said, "it's about time someone showed you up," winked, and continued walking to her car with the rest of the auction silently resenting behind her.<br><br>That tongue of fire had gotten her in trouble before. Something her parents have had to clean up. She was raised to be better than everyone else, her parents were perfectionists and they passed it on to their daughter. So when her moments arrived, they were fairly upset. Their daughter should be the prize mare of society, not the reckless she-wolf that goes around destroying it.<br><br>She arrived at her car, a dark crimson red with a Q spade on the doors and randomly floating around the rest of the paint job. The queen of spades, the death queen. She opened the door and sat down in the back, hoping her newest catch would be seated next to her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wheel of Power</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dirigible</strong> on <strong>08-11-2010, 02:06:36</strong>
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				Kyle glowered as the auction began. Every bang of the gavel was like a personal insult; the eager preening of the people before him, so eager to sell themselves into service was sickening to watch. When his time came he scowled, deliberately clanking his shackles and giving any of the would-be masters and mistresses that looked his way a warning expression: <em>don't even think about it. I'm not a pet... I'm a goddamn wild animal. You don't want me, and you can't tame me... I'll wreck your shit and be a threat to life and limb.</em><br><br>Before word of his nature had got around, there had always been a few fools who liked the dangerous look the man had, who wanted to break him... he had the scars to prove it. But Kyle's resistance had gradually become a reputation that few wanted to bother with. At this auction, though, it seemed someone hadn't got the message, and the sale price suddenly skyrocketed. More than double what had ever been paid for him before; some slaves would have taken that as a point of pride, but it just made him sneer as he was dragged off the block and bundled towards the exit.<br><br>Once again he was frog-marched by three men out to the parking lot, past the fountains that sparkled at the auction house's entrance. Kyle craned his head up, letting the sunlight hit his face... a rare treat. They brought him to a gaudy, detailed car, and he was left to wait as lawyers signed and counter-signed documents. Transferring custody. Transferring <em>ownership</em>. Kyle ground his teeth.<br><br>One of the slave traders looked anxious, and leaned down into the back of the car. “Ma'am... are you sure you don't want him brought to you in one of our trucks? He has a... rebellious streak, this one. It wouldn't necessarily be wise to let him get to close to you.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wheel of Power</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Endara</strong> on <strong>08-11-2010, 04:11:22</strong>
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				Caira stepped out of the back of her car and scoffed. She stepped up to the man she just bought and looked him in the eye, "he'll have to get close to me eventually. Besides, if he decides to be too reckless in the car he risks his own life in a crash," she turned to the trader, "I'll take my chances."<br><br>She put a hand gently on her new prize's face, "besides, I have different things in mind for him."<br><br>She removed her hand turned to enter her car again, but then she stopped and turned back to the man she knew nothing about. She smiled, "what is your name? Or, rather, what should I call you?" She was trying to, in a rather subliminal way, let him know that she didn't want total control if any at all. She looked to the handlers, "minimal restraints in the car please. I don't want to sit next to an anvil. He is a man."<br><br>The spade queen represented death, but in a different way to Caira, it represented uncontrolled circumstances. She'd been in control her entire life, she wanted to hand someone else the reigns.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wheel of Power</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dirigible</strong> on <strong>08-11-2010, 05:07:37</strong>
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				Kyle was surprised to see the woman step out of the car. She was beautiful, haughty, but not frigid... and she was young. It didn't fit with the images of any of the previous people who'd tried to domesticate him. Maybe she was only bringing him to whoever had really paid so much... daddy's little girl out shopping for a pet to bring home to her parents. That would make more sense. He lifted his chin, looking down at her fiercely as she approached and laid a delicate touch on his face. The fighter growled and bucked, twisting his jaw to knock away her hand... which caused the guards to leap forward, raising their clubs and cattleprods to suppress him. But Kyle made no move against the woman – the girl, really – beyond a discourteous flex of his shoulders, so they eased back.<br><br>His scowl turned into a frown as she started to climb back into her vehicle, as he tried to figure out her intentions and motivations. His eyes absently slipped down the curve of her back as she bent, the white fabric of her dress whispering over her skin, but flicked back up when she looked back at him. Kyle didn't answer at once, but instead turned to the slave-keeper and grinned, hoisting his shackled hands up for the man to grudgingly unlock. Still, there was a second pair of manacles, like a pair of heavy handcuffs, which Caira was given the keys for as well as his documentation and liabilities waiver. Once they had knelt to unchain his feet as well, Kyle pushed past and stooped into the car and dropped hard into the leather seat.<br><br>The look the tall, fit man gave her was less hostile than before, more suspicious. “Why... something wrong with 'boy' or 'slave' like all the rest?” he snorted, dark blue eyes flashing wickedly. Her soft, oddly pleasant smile confused him, though, and he settled a little. “Name's... Kyle,” he said, hesitating a moment. It had been so long since he'd used it...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wheel of Power</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Endara</strong> on <strong>08-11-2010, 18:03:47</strong>
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				Caira sat next to him, pulling her skirt into the car and letting the trader, who looked very worried, close her door. Before anyone else was in the car she looked at Kyle, "understand me now and well Kyle, the men who've done this to you are slaves, not you." She looked at him with sure eyes, willing him to understand. She looked ahead to see her driver coming to the car, keys in hand. She trusted he wasn't too drunk. He got in, rather sober looking, and started the car.<br><br>She looked back to Kyle. He was so fit, very attractive. He was fiery in every meaning of the word, his skin was hot to the touch, although that could have been from the sun, his eyes burned as did his will. Who was he? How did this happen to him? She held a pair of keys in her hands, the keys to the rest of his restraints. What she wanted more than anything was to use them right there. But she wouldn't she was too afraid he'd bolt. So instead she dropped the keys into one cup of her bra and put a hand idly on this thigh. The car started then and they were off to the Ayer's home. They were going through town and she looked out her window, paying little attention to the sights and more to the feel of him under her hand. She couldn't help the small squeezes to feel the muscles that hid under his skin. It was almost embarrassing, feeling him in such a way, almost, "pardon me," she said, smiling.<br><br>This driver was good at keeping his ears closed and his eyes open to the road, she was a little more at ease to say things she otherwise wouldn't have. "So, Kyle," her voice was soft and melodic, as if she was singing a lullaby, "taming isn't something I'm interested in. A wild animal has to be broken to be domesticated," she paused, "I don't want that either," she looked at him and moved closer, facing him in order to see things better. There was a brand on his arm, she frowned whens he saw it, "you're not a goddamned horse, you're the panther eating the horses," she looked him in the eyes, "I like that."<br><br>A sly smile crossed her lips and she gave a small kiss to his shoulder, just above the brand before moving back to her original position. Her lips were warm and soft, she left no mark on his skin when she kissed him, she did that on purpose. They neared her house, "we're almost home, well," she looked at him, "my home, unless you decide at any time you like it."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wheel of Power</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dirigible</strong> on <strong>08-11-2010, 19:33:59</strong>
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				Although he lounged against the far end of the seat, leaning against the closed door as much as the backrest, the beautiful, vividly redheaded girl shifted towards him, her knees brushing his leg. He met her eyes with his dark, animal eyes steady and unafraid, though her insistent words bemused him. <em>They</em> were the slaves, not him...? “I don't see any of them wearing...” he grunted dryly, reaching up and tapping his cuffs against his collar, making a steel-on-steel clang.<br><br>He watched her drop the keys into her top. So, was that her game? Spoiled little rich girl looking for a bit off rough trade with a wild slave? Kyles fingers and lips twitched hard. He was almost tempted to give it to her, one way or another, take those keys off her. As her soft hand fell to stroke the striated muscle of his thigh through his pants, he glanced down at her pale fingers, his gaze slowly trailing up her arm. She stared out of the window as the wealthy, exclusive suburbs flitted by, the houses gradually becoming mansions, then estates, with more and more trees – and walls, and watchful guards – on display. His deep blue eyes studied her profile, noting the broad, unlined forehead; elegant brows; dimpled, round cheeks; apple-red lips... then wandered shamelessly down, taking in her full, supple curves that the long white dress did little to hide. Instinctively, he reached down and took her hand, lifting it off and dropping it back into her lap. In turn, he placed one of his large, rough paws on her thigh, feeling the slender limb through the fabric. Because they were still manacled together, this meant he had to shift himself closer to her on the seat, as well.<br><br>Kyle grunted as she spoke again. Was he supposed to be grateful that she didn't want to break him, shower her with loyalty and affection in turn? He grinned to himself. Maybe she was just a naïve girl with a penchant for thinking she could live with wild beasts like some Disney princess... didn't realise how dangerous an unchained, unwilling slave could be. She wanted a panther; let's see how much she liked it when he unsheathed his claws.<br><br>The man shifted his arm as she kissed it, the muscles flexing down its length like steel cords. He moved his hand down her thigh, then up... not just touching now, but caressing, groping. His fingers squeezed along the length of the limb from her knee until his little finger was right up between her thighs, brushing the bunched fabric against her crotch.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wheel of Power</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Endara</strong> on <strong>09-11-2010, 01:13:22</strong>
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				Caira watched him carefully as he neared her. She did fear him, even if only a small bit. A restrained groan came from her throat that she hoped he'd take as a cough as he felt her. She backed against the car seat and door, much as he had been, opening her legs wider, "want more?" She queried.<br><br>The car stopped and she moved back down the seat, waiting for someone to open the door, "what I meant when I said they were slaves, is that they are slaves to money, society, things they can't escape. They make their dismal existence better by selling others, the only control they have. Society is about control. From the CEO down to the manager, it's about control. Spade Queen, queen of death, she represents the one thing we can't control," she paused and chuckled slightly, "I don't plan on dying soon, but I want to give up control. Trying to control you, or to restrain you would be stupid," her forehead pressed against his as she moved until she was straddling his lap, "I don't want control, Kyle," she ground into his lap, pleasuring herself as he sat there, "if I did, I would have bought one of the others on the block," her voice went lower and she moaned, "one that would be hard when I wanted and give me everything," she stopped, "I'm tired of taking and commanding," she moved her mouth to his ear, "I don't command you, no one does." The doors opened and she flipped off him and out of the car, walking gracefully up to the small home on her parents estate assigned to her. Well, small compared to theirs.<br><br>She walked in the house and left the door open, at the end of the foyer she turned to look and see how closely he was following. The maids in the house paid no mind. She paid them well for doing so, they would say nothing and she would keep paying them. The reason for the house was for privacy, both for herself and Kyle. She'd heard rumors of him from her parents parties, aristocrats that sold him, sometimes for far less than they bought him, because he couldn't be controlled. They'd done every trick in the book. The collars, the branding, the piercing, none of it worked. That was when she started looking for him. Started going to the auctions. She wanted not a slave, but a free and wild man. Now, she'd found him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wheel of Power</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dirigible</strong> on <strong>10-11-2010, 00:44:58</strong>
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				<em>Want more?</em> she asked. Kyles mouth curved into an expression half-smile, half-sneer. Oh, she was a minx, this one... he wondered if that was better than the would-be tigresses and stallions that had bought him before. He was almost tempted to test her offer, as she revealed that she was a philosopher as well as a minx. She made her points clearly and eloquently... but what did he believe? He had been chained so long, his life a struggle to survive and resist that&nbsp; high-minded ideals and considerations about life and death, control and freedom were one of many luxuries he couldn't afford.<br><br>He pressed his muscular shoulders back into the seat, watching her wordlessly as she moved over to him, slid her supple form over his lap. Her clean, fresh scent and perfume filled his nose, a stark contrast with his own... pungent musk. Instinctively, Kyle tried to move his hands to grasp her hips, to hold her as she straddle him, but the chain pulled him up short, so instead he rested his hands against her midriff, large rough fingers curling in the soft white fabric of her dress, leaving slightly grubby fingerprints and wrinkles from the harshness of his grip. As she rested her forehead on his he pressed his face up aggressively, his nose crushing against hers, the heat of his mouth almost touching her lips...<br><br>When she pulled away, he gave a husky growl of irony. He watched her jump energetically out, rolling his own brawny frame off the seat and out the other door, after managing to turn the handle with his manacled hands. This was new, at least... getting out of a car on his own, instead of being dragged out of the back like luggage. He straightened, flexing his body to work out the kinks of travel and confinement, looking around the estate, unimpressed. He'd seen more than his share of mansions... the people who inhabited them tended to be obsessive, selfish and cruel. That was how you got rich, as far as he could tell.<br><br>Kyle followed the redheaded girl, gazing around at the manicured lawn, the elegant topiary leading up the stairs to the polished mahogany front gates, and as he stepped inside the shiny tiles and marble statues. He was neither dawdling nervously nor following her eagerly... making his own pace, unconcerned.
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				Post by: <strong>Endara</strong> on <strong>10-11-2010, 01:16:39</strong>
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				Caira smiled and approached him with the keys. The first promise she intended to keep, that he was free to command himself. She undid the cuffs, the collar, and the shackles. A maid came and took them and Caira smiled politely, "thank you." She handed him the keys, "do as you see fit with them. Are you hungry? We have food," there was an excitement building in her. He was unchained, he was free to roam and ravage. She let the beast loose. Now she waited. When would she have her chance to give in to him? She smiled as kindly as she could, "the rooms are in the basement, I prefer it. Anyone can look for a balcony, not many look for a cellar door," she chuckled.<br><br>She wanted to watch him for a bit before any moves were made on her half. If he moved first though, that was perfectly fine with her. He was headstrong, that was for sure, she'd have to make moves carefully. Or bluntly, that would all depend on the situation. In all truth, she was ecstatic and she was trying to hide the jumpiness she felt when she was around him. For so long she felt like she was the only one who was sick of her circumstance. Now, to be able to alleviate it for someone else and herself... it was a thrill and a rush. It then occurred to her, she was in her own home. She could take off her formal dress. So she did, she slipped it over her bust then down her waist and hips, if not with a bit of effort because of the zipper she didn't undo. Once it was off and she was in her slip, which was knee length and near see-through, she took a deep breath.<br><br>She smiled as she exhaled and realized she must look ridiculous to him, "sorry, that dress, while pretty, is hard to breathe in," another maid came by and picked it up to go into the laundry. Caira nodded to the maid. She felt more at ease even as the excitement grew. She knew full well her chest was really in full view of everyone and the fact that she wore no bra was obvious. Oh well though. From the time Caira was a young girl she always felt better the less clothing she had. She liked the feel of air on her skin, as well as grass. This caused problems for her parents. No matter how well you secure your premises, your friends will always see things you don't want them to.<br><br>"Well Kyle? What would you like?" she asked, running a hand through her hair as she leaned against a wall. The foyer opened up into a rather wide hall which led to the kitchen and a stair way into the basement on the left and the stairway to the upper floors on the right. In front it opened up and brightened with glass patio doors leading to the back porch and yard. Unfenced, how she liked it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wheel of Power</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dirigible</strong> on <strong>10-11-2010, 08:35:30</strong>
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				Without expression, Kyle watched the girl approach. His only movement was to raise his hands. The manacles came away with a creak, the collar with a rasp where it had rusted from the dank of his cell. Slowly, the man rubbed his chaffed, scarred wrists, tendons thrumming like violin strings in his arms. Then he reached up, grimacing, and ran his fingers around the rubbed-raw flesh of his neck where the collar had sat. There was a a welt of burned tissue at the back where the hot metal had pressed when they welded it on. When he dropped the keys into his hands, he clenched his fist around them, white knuckled, as if trying to crush and destroy the metal with just his grip.<br><br>Free. Or closer than he had been this morning. Why? He stared at the beautiful young woman intensely, as if trying to divine her motivations. After a few moments, he grunted gruffly, as close to a 'thank you' as she was likely to get at that moment.<br><br>He was about to move on, but what she did next made him stop and stare. She quickly shimmied and wriggled out of her dress, curves rolling emphatically, until it was pooled at her feet. Kyle gazed at her body, naked but for a ghost of a body-hugging slip, looking at her as if he'd never seen a woman before in his life, and never would again, and wanted to memorise a perfect one. His hands twitched, before he looked back up into her eyes with a strange, hard amusement, giving little away.<br><br>His stomach growled at what she said next, and he followed his nose to the kitchen. Kyle grabbed the first thing that he set eyes on – an apple from the fruit bowl on the table, which he bit in half with one mighty <em>chomp</em>. “Mhhhmrrrhhh...” he moaned, eyes closing as he chewed. After the slops he had been fed for so long, a fresh, crisp apple... the sweetness, the bite was so intense it <em>hurt</em>, made his mouth water hard. He swallowed, then reached for a loaf of fresh-baked bread cooling on the bench and tore a hunk off. He moved around the kitchen, placing his back against the wall where he could keep an eye on both the room's doors as he wolfed down bread, apple and anything else that came within reach. He ate like an animal... an she recognised his watchful, hostile behaviour as being like an animal, too. Like a monkey she had seen on the trip to the zoo, never knowing whether its keepers would be coming to give it tasty treats or painful treatments... a caged, paranoid creature.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wheel of Power</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Endara</strong> on <strong>10-11-2010, 14:57:42</strong>
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				Caira watched him rhythmically move around, setting his own pace, which was rather fast. He stood in the corner of her kitchen watching the rest of the staff, "everyone out, let him eat," two maids looked peeved, they'd just made that bread. It was to be for lunch. Caira laughed as they all walked out, "When you're finished eating, would you come with me to the basement? If for nothing else than to pick a place to rest. I know you're far from sleeping, or at least I imagine you are, you don't trust this place. I don't blame you," Caira stepped onto the other side of the counter as him, walking past with a smile to the fridge, "thirsty? We have drinks, juices and such, or," she closed the fridge and opened a cupboard on the far side of the kitchen, "we have whiskey."<br><br>She opened to reveal a glass bottle of whiskey, an expensive bottle would have been putting it lightly. Behind in the shadows could be seen other bottles of liquor and glasses to go with. Caira poured a shot for herself to the brim and downed it. She made the usual face one makes when something bites you. She put the glass down and left the bottle out. A few steps to Kyle and she was in front of him as he ate. There was no expectation for quick, excited moves. He was more careful than that. As was she to make any.<br><br>There she stood in front of him. The beast on the watch, in a slip and her dignity, a little lamb come for a word. No, if anything she may have been a smaller beast with a healthy respect and fascination for the bigger one. She neared him slowly, not hiding her hands or intent. Her hands were warm, but not as warm as his skin as she touched his abdomen. Her fingers fanned out and she wanted desperately to explore his skin.<br><br>"May I?" she hoped he would be okay with it, "I won't do anything more unless you tell me I can, or to go further," she smiled at the last phrase because she would go further, she would go much further than touches on the stomach. Right there in the kitchen if he'd have her. She wanted no control except for his.<br><br>Her skin was soft, delicate feeling. Near to silk or satin with a sun-touched warmth bleeding onto the surface. Her nails weren't incredibly long, just enough to add the finishing touch to her very feminine fingers. She offered him a smile and whatever explanation he needed.
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				Post by: <strong>Dirigible</strong> on <strong>10-11-2010, 19:04:13</strong>
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				Kyle fed his more than healthy hunger relentlessly, gnawing at a wedge of cheese and a chunk of salami. When she mentioned drink, he wiped the crumbs off his lips and stalked around behind her. His toned arm stretched past, snagging a bottle of orange juice which he lifted to his mouth and drained in a long, steady series of gulps.<br><br>His hunger temporarily sated, Kyle rested his hips against the counter and gave a long, slow intake and exhalation of breath. The muscles of his chest flowed around his lungs, swelling and contracting. He lowered his head from his examination of the ceiling and slowly focused on the girl, his expression more thoughtful, less suspicious. Feeding an animal went a long way to earning it's trust.<br><br>“What's your name?” he asked in a low, rough voice, reaching up to brush a single strand of vibrant red hair off her brow with one fingertip. He glanced down as she slowly reached to touch him, neither giving explicit permission nor denying. The washboard belly rippled like a horse's flank as she touched it, the muscles undulating in reaction. She could feel his stomach grumbling and vibrating inside as it digested the unexpected meal he had just wolfed down. Kyle's skin was hot, tough like supple, oiled leather. And it was grimy to the touch.<br><br>“I want a shower,” he said abruptly, seizing her hand. His first real demand, arguably. His grip was hard, and he instinctively pressed his thumb into a pressure-point on her wrist that would hurt if she pulled away or struggled to hard, a move rehearsed so many times it had become muscle memory.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wheel of Power</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Endara</strong> on <strong>10-11-2010, 21:59:09</strong>
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				"My name is Caira," she watched his hand as he brushed her hair away. His looks had changed, as if he didn't hate the thought of her now. She watched the muscles move under his skin just as she felt them. They worked hard, he had been over worked and underfed. Her daze was snapped when he grabbed her, her first instinct was the jerk away, until she felt the pain. She breathed and relaxed into him, getting closer, "if you can excuse my lack of a bathroom door, I have a shower in the basement, stairs are to your left," she used her head to indicate the open stairwell in the corner of the kitchen, "my room is directly across from them. The soaps are unscented."<br><br>She looked at his shoulder, in a way submitting to him rather than challenging with eye contact. Whatever specific type of beast he was, she had a feeling he made challenges with his eyes. So her plan was to submit outright. The confusion about her soaps being unscented was easily explained. The way she saw it, people are more attracted the woman's pheromone than to her deodorant and shampoo. She was hoping he'd be okay with no bathroom door, she wouldn't even have to be in her room. If he wanted privacy he would get it. <br><br>"If you like I can stay out of the room, I don't want to make you uncomfortable. Clothing is already in the room for you and you can use any towel. I don't care," she smiled and quickly peeked to his eyes, to see what they said, probably the same as they had all morning, fire.<br><br>Once Kyle entered her room he'd find a large bed set low to the floor, banisters made to be proportionate at his immediate left. To his right would be a small family room area with stereo and couch set low to the ground and complete kitchen connected together. Just to the left of the kitchen entrance would be the entrance to the bathroom. The sink would be facing the door and the toilet to the right of the door, the shower to the left taking up enough room for five people. Then directly in line with her doorway was the doorway to the side yard that was actually privacy fenced being that it had a small set of stairs leading directly to Caira. And, as promised, her soaps were unscented. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wheel of Power</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dirigible</strong> on <strong>27-11-2010, 22:24:27</strong>
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				She didn't struggle when he seized her in a joint-lock, but rather... almost melted towards him. It was an unusual experience for Kyle; normally slave owners hissed and struck when he dared lay hands on them, but this one... Caira...&nbsp; didn't resist at all. He was strange, but he thought he might grow to like it.<br><br>“Fine,” he said brusquely, relaxing the painful grip after a moment. His hand lingered on hers for a few heartbeats longer, though. He let her lead the way down the stairs, his gaze occasionally lingering on the curve of her back, visible through the sheer slip, but more often studying the walls, the layout of the subterranean luxury penthouse. Kyle had spent more time than he cared to recall underground... the spaciousness and comfort of the rooms didn't improve his mood at being below the surface once more.<br><br>The warrior's frown faded slightly as he was shown the bathroom. Now that the chance to be clean presented itself, his skin ached to feel hot water again, to scrape the accumulated filth off. Forgetting about the redhead, he stepped inside and peeled off his jerkin, grunting when the filthy leather tore away from the sweat and dirt crust that adhered it to his hard flesh, and dropped his pants in turn.<br><br>Kyle twisted the taps on and stepped into the shower with a throaty groan, not caring about the searing heat. He closed his eyes and stood under the head for minutes, just letting it wash through his hair and over his body. He scrubbed himself with his hands, rough palms cupping and kneading the slabs of lean muscle that covered his frame, working the layers of dirt off and letting them swirl into a brown whirlpool around the plughole. With the worst of the muck peeled off, his skin was back to its normal tan colour, reddened by the heat from the steaming shower. Cleanliness made his scars more visible in contrast, however. Marks where buckles and straps had bit and torn; a bullet wound on his thigh, puckered like a kiss; and his back, a relief map of pain where whips and lashes had furrowed his muscles and flesh, scars overlapping scars overlapping scars, marking his defiance and the sadism of his former owners.<br><br>He reached for the soap, and lathered himself up from head to toe, massaging the stuff into his body to get rid of the smell of imprisonment, replacing it with his own animal aroma; musk, the smell of a wolf in heat. Once he had rinsed, he blinked through water and suds, reaching out and feeling for a towel on the rack. <em>Damn</em>, not a one.<br><br>Shaking droplets off his head like a dog, Kyle stepped, dripping, out of the shower and padded out, looking for a towel to dry himself with.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wheel of Power</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Endara</strong> on <strong>28-11-2010, 07:44:11</strong>
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				About a minute after Kyle stepped out of the shower and was looking for a towel and clothing Caira stepped in with a set of loose fitting cotton pants and a t-shirt, both black, as well as a white towel. She smiled politely to him, "I'm sorry, one of the maids informed me of laundry day," she chuckled softly and shook her head in amusement, handing him the towel with a smile. The clothing was set down on a towel rack, the one he'd found empty, and she walked out of the room to find her own clothing. Next to her low-set bed was a dresser. She pulled the slip down her body and let it pool around her feet as she searched for something to wear.<br><br>A few thoughtful hums and she decided on a pair of thin, blue cotton shorts and a white t-shirt. No bra, no panties, just as few pieces of cloth to restrict her as she could wear and still be decent. She dressed and turned back to the bathroom doorway, "if you'd like to sleep my bed is open to you, my kitchen is also fully stocked in case you want to make something warm for yourself. I don't know how hungry you are after your bit of snacking upstairs," she smiled, "but whatever you need or want, just let me know."<br><br>Caira walked into the small family room area and put a CD into a stereo before sitting down on the couch. She wanted to see more of the scars. To her, the scars were beautiful, they showed his will and his defiance. His ire and uncontrollable ways. As she lay back on the couch music began to softly flutter out of the stereo, soft sounds of an ocean with violin and cello super-imposed over it. She waited for him to appear, she wanted to talk to him, but knew it would take time for him to become anything resembling comfortable. Just then, she got up, realizing anything she had eaten small enough for her not to remember right off the top of her head.<br><br>She opened her fridge and pulled out some fish fillets that looked freshly cut, "want any Kyle? It's salmon, I was just going to cook it in a little olive oil with some herbs. Unless you want something different?" it was quite obviously a question and almost more of an invitation for him to let her know what he liked and what he wanted. It was about him at that point, gaining not trust just yet but at least getting past contempt and getting closer to ease and being more comfortable around her. She wanted to feel him, but it would be at his pace, not hers. However forward she was would depend entirely on him. If he grabbed her and groped her, she'd let him. He wasn't hers. She was his. From the first time she'd heard of him at a party after one of the upper crust sold him back, she was his and she'd make sure he'd never want again. Whatever he wanted out of her he'd get.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wheel of Power</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dirigible</strong> on <strong>03-12-2010, 10:09:38</strong>
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				As he stood, water running down his hard body, Kyle appraised the redhead, his gaze still wary, yet less hostile and suspicious than it had been. She was being kind, gentle, gracious, flirtatious... all things he was unfamiliar with after so long under the weight of shackles. Hell, even before that, he was unused to people being so conscientious and eager to please around him. As the droplets rolled down his corrugated stomach, through the crop of dark hair and down the thick, dark shape between his muscular thighs, he slowly took the pile of clothes and towels, managing a grunt of thanks.<br><br>He dried himself efficiently with the towel, muscle memory from quick washes&nbsp; and changes in the gym where he had trained as a fighter. He slid on the pants, marvelling at the loose, airy comfort they offered after his old rags, but left the shirt off until he had shed the excess heat from the shower. Half clad and half dry, he wandered out into the main room of the basement, shoulder muscles shifting as he felt the weight of the ceiling and structure above press down.<br><br>Kyle glanced at Caira as she rose from the couch, slightly more dressed than before, but still as alluring. He stalked around the rooms as she went to the kitchen, picking up magazines and knick-knacks, putting them back. He was like a lion, transplanted to a new enclosure, getting the measure of it. When she mentioned food he looked up again, his stomach rumbling, if not snarling as it had before. As much as he'd eaten, his body had instantly consumed it like a furnace and transported it where it was needed. “Yeah,” he said quickly, mouth watering at the thought of fresh fish. <em>Good, lean protein</em>, his trainer would have said, approvingly.<br><br>He moved to the couch she had vacated and sat on the top of the backrest, his feet on the cushions, watching her with a grave, thoughtful expression. With male instinct, his eyes drifted down to her ass in those scant blue shorts, watching it move as she started cooking. He remembered her talking about panthers, about command, taking and giving. Riddles, tantalising riddles.<br><br>“What do you want from me?” he asked at last, gruffly. Enough dancing around the matter... he wanted a straight answer.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wheel of Power</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Endara</strong> on <strong>03-12-2010, 19:30:46</strong>
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				Caira put the fish in the pan on low heat, giving her enough time to talk to Kyle once his question was aired. She sighed and put her spatula down, turning and walking into the living room. She sat on the table in front of the couch, facing him. Her face wasn't the pleasant smile it had been all morning, now it was serious and she wasn't going to pretend to have not heard the question.<br><br>"My entire life has been spent in this bullshit," she motioned around her, "pretense and high society. My ass, it's prison. I want a release. As much as I want to leave it all completely that's simply not possible, I can go anywhere and be recognized," the weight of her stress was beginning to show in her features. She sighed again and looked him the eye, "I'm not going to lie and say you were an impulse buy. I went there specifically for you. No other purpose. That's why I bid so high, I wanted you and I didn't care the cost," she paused, "still don't. The first time I heard about you it was one of my parents parties a year ago. CEO of a multi-national company was talking about this gruff slave he sold back for less than five times what he'd bought him. That he couldn't be taught or trained and that this slave had nearly killed his son with some sort of martial art he couldn't recognize. Said he'd shot you and branded you," there was a slight hint of visible pain in Caira's eyes for a second before she continued, "my first thought was that there was someone else in this world who hated their circumstance. But I was wrong, you don't just hate it. You are not a slave. You were made for command and respect, not the end of a whip," she looked back into the kitchen, "gimme a sec, gotta flip the fish," she left for the kitchen and flipped the fish over, giving a slight amount of more sea salt and pepper.<br><br>She turned and walked back into the living room, resuming her spot on the table, "they treated you like some bit of livestock. Of all the jackass backward things," she scoffed, "so, to get right down to it, what I want," she paused, thinking of how to word it, "I want to give to you. Whatever you want whenever you want it. I want to surrender control of everything, of myself and even of this house. The people in this house I've chosen because they keep their mouths shut. You have privacy," she looked Kyle in the eyes again, "I don't want to be your mistress, but I am not a slave either, you are my equal and I am giving you free reign to be my superior. Use it as you will."<br><br>She stood and walked back into the kitchen, flaking off a piece of fish to test it for flavor and to see if it was done. Both were perfect. She took the fish out of the pan and put it onto plates with some romaine lettuce from her fridge. After checking the kitchen over to make sure everything was off she went back into the living room and sat next to Kyle, handing him his plate and fork. She began eating in silence, waiting for him to speak, she'd talked enough. Although she was very anxious for his reaction, she would be patient, she'd said a lot. She hoped he'd accept what she'd said, even if not right away.<br><br>Caira kept stealing small glances at him as she ate, he was beautiful. Muscled, with the knowledge of how to use what he'd worked for. She wanted to feel him, especially now she wished he'd test his power over her. But she knew better, he was cautious. Intensely cautious.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wheel of Power</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dirigible</strong> on <strong>03-12-2010, 20:21:25</strong>
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				Kyle couldn't keep a thin smile/sneer off his face as she began. For a cage, this life of hers seemed pretty damn cosy. Stone walls alone do not a prison make, but silk sheets certainly take the edge off. His eyes flashed like two daggers unsheathing as she revealed she'd been hunting for him like a rare piece of jewellery on the auction circuit. Like she thought he was the perfect accessory, picked out to ornament her gilded jail. The knives went back in when she mentioned that one would be master and his son. The satisfying feel of breaking bones and screaming had kept him sane during the punishments that followed, and the slow healing from the gunshot wound. He frowned as she got up to tend to the cooking; “So, what... you think you can free yourself by freeing me?” he scoffed.<br><br>He stared at Caira as she returned, trying to process what she was saying. Give him this house, whatever he wanted... control? It made no sense, yet his shoulders strained against an invisible burden at the thought of freedom, his blood simmered at the idea of power. <br><br>As she brought the food, he practically had to wipe the drool off his lips. The smell of fresh cooked fish, brought out by the deft seasoning took all his attention, and he barely had time to take the fork before he began wolfing it down. The fish all but melted in his mouth, and he groaned. “It's good,” he sighed, not as a complement directed at her, but as a general statement. He didn't take the time to savour it as it deserved, though, and the meal was gone in a few quick bites.<br><br>It was hard to feel ill-will towards someone who was giving you everything you could want... someone so lovely... but some things Caira had said still rankled at Kyle. Once he had licked his plate greedily clean, he tossed it aside onto the couch and slid to the floor with flexible ease, and stalked over to the redhead. He took her unfinished food and set it aside, reaching down and dragging her to her feet with a fistful of her shirt.<br><br>Kyle's eyes were hard as they fixed on hers, and he changed his grip to her hair to ensure she kept her gaze on him. “You think it's a game?” he rumbled harshly. “Are you trying to compare being branded, bound and traded like a pet, tortured and beaten and starved to... to having to wear a pretty dress and smile for the crowds at a stupid party?” <br><br>He walked her backwards until her ass hit the kitchen bench, and he loomed over her. She was not a small woman, of good height and pleasing build, but against the mass and hard power of Kyle's body she seemed small and fragile. His chest rose and fell, pressing into hers with each breath, and he shook her to emphasise his point. “You want to play at being the one without power? With all your servants, your money... do you have any idea what it's like to be powerless, owned? To be helpless?” his words came in a throaty snarl, and he dug his fingers into her wrist, twisting it enough to hurt. “And how do you know that what I want isn't <em>revenge</em>?”<br><br>Kyle leaned against her, pinning her between the counter and his body, his hips pressing into her stomach, his strength and the hot musk of his scent trapping her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wheel of Power</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Endara</strong> on <strong>03-12-2010, 21:24:01</strong>
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				Caira's every answer to his questions was, "no," she knew now she'd angered him she looked into his eyes as he was forcing her to do so. She cried in pain as he twisted her wrist, but didn't struggle. She hoped that she could maintain her lack of a struggle, "I don't," she grimaced and breathed, trying to calm herself to talk to him, her voice still shaky and fear very clear in it, "I don't know anything about you, I know nothing," a few tears slipped out of her eyes as the pain in her wrist kept increasing, "I looked for you because," she breathed again, tears still dripping out slowly and causing her voice to change, "because I want to help. That's all. And no, I have no clue about helplessness," she looked into his eyes, hers now bloodshot and tears flowing freely, "but if it's what you want then do it."<br><br>Her voice held a bit of defiance, almost daring him to hurt her more. She didn't intend to go back on what she'd said. Steps in the stairs could be heard as someone headed in to check things out from the kitchen, "whoever you are get away!" she screamed angrily, her voice shrill at the end. The steps stopped and moved away from them, back up the stairs.<br><br>"We've had two different lives, and I'll admit that I never want to be in your position," she looked to her bag which was sitting on her bed. In that moment she thought of something she could do for him, for them both. She was beginning to understand how wrong she was. Even if she gave him freedom in her house, he was still as slave to society, "if it will make you happy Kyle," she looked him directly in the eye, "I will put my signature on every paper I own and every paper the traders have in their possession. I will sign your freedom. All I ask is that you stay with me for a while, you can avoid the slavers and have a place to live."<br><br>She pleaded with him to listen, to let her go, she didn't know if her wrist was dislocated or sprained, it didn't matter. As much fear as she felt she also felt exhilaration at the fact that he had taken control, she took a deep breath and spoke, "I'm beginning to understand that even if I give you power here to everyone else I own you. I don't want that. I will give you freedom. All I want is for you to stay here," she looked around, he seemed uneasy in the basement, "we can move to the top floor if you'd like, my studio can be converted and moved," she looked in his eyes, trying to read him but getting nothing, "please Kyle, I am three sentences from begging," she gently pushed her upper half into him, trying to put him at ease, "anything you want. Name it."<br><br>The tension was driving her insane, she wanted him to stay, needed him to stay. She wanted to know more, she wanted him. All of him and she wanted him to be happy. She calmed herself, breathing slowly and trying not to think of the pain in her wrist. Her mind was filled with him, and her need for a response from him was nearly painful. She'd spent so much time looking for him, she couldn't lose him now.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wheel of Power</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dirigible</strong> on <strong>03-12-2010, 21:40:08</strong>
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				<em>Submission</em>. It was something he'd never experienced before... a heady, alluring brew that charged his veins with power. Kyle could almost believe Caira was a fighter herself, so expertly had she yielded to his aggression, flowing with him when he'd expected defiance. It left him stumbling, wrong-footed.<br><br>He scowled at her tears. <em>Damn</em> Was he becoming like <em>them</em>... the bastards who took pleasure in the exertion of force, the inflicting of pain? Had they warped him so? <em>No</em>. He would not let that happen... he was better than that. Kyle released his grip on the girl's arm, and leaned back a little, oppressing her less with his closeness, although his lower body still pressed hers into the counter. He reached up, and with tenderness opposite his previous roughness swiped her tears off her cheeks with his thumb.<br><br>Kyle's gaze softened, though it retained a feral pride as he looked down at her. He shook his head at the talk of papers and manumission; that was too big an idea to process at the moment. “I'll stay,” he agreed, gruffly. The man started to pull away from her, but hesitated as he felt the alluring pressure of her body pressing into his, firm curves nuzzling against his torso. The blend of submission and reconciliation, her young, lush figure next to and under his, her body's natural perfume rising up with a spicy note of fresh sweat...Kyle could feel himself hardening, and no doubt she could feel it to, rising against her belly.<br><br>"I'll... stay..." he repeated slowly, in a husky whisper.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wheel of Power</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Endara</strong> on <strong>03-12-2010, 22:39:31</strong>
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				Caira smiled at his tenderness and at his accordance with her, he'd stay. The fear was gone. She could feel very well the swelling that was pushing against her belly. Her hands went to his shoulders and she pushed herself onto her toes, kissing his chin softly. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and lay her head against his chest, Kyle would be able to feel her smile against his skin. Her right leg began to gently rub the inside of his left, her thigh creating a pleasant friction between the two of them. Her nose gently nuzzled his sternum before her lips met his skin.<br><br>"I have to admit, you are very attractive," her left hand moved, her right arm still hooked around him, and began to explore the warmth of chest and back, "your skin so warm, muscles toned," she smiled, "to me, you are perfect."<br><br>The word perfect was breathed more than spoken, her smile widened as she said it. She looked into his eyes, her left hand on his ribs and her right moving to his face. Her fingers gently traced his jaw and lips, her eyes still locked with his. The corner of her lower lip indented as she bit it gently and her leg moved higher to graze his growing erection gently before traveling back down.<br><br>"I again have to admit something to you," she chuckled softly, "I want to give you pleasure," her eyes were darkening from their bright blue green to a deeper blue as she spoke, her arousal was very obvious. She did nothing to hide it either, as she licked her lips she slipped her right leg over his hip from its previous position and bent her knee in a soft hook. Her legs were soft and smooth, like her hands only cooler to the touch. She moved her mouth to his neck and kissed his pulse, she whispered with her lips still touching his skin, "will you have me?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wheel of Power</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dirigible</strong> on <strong>04-12-2010, 10:17:20</strong>
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				He lifted his jaw as she stretched up to kiss under it, lips soft against the hard line. Such a small, tender gesture, something he hadn't felt in years; a tentative, sensual mark of affection. “Hrrr,” he exhaled slowly, feeling her hands running over his taut shoulders, her mouth grazing his stubbly chin. As she laid her chest on the cleft between his pectorals, Kyle reached up, running a hand roughly through her crimson tresses, stroking them back at first, then holding her head against the steady thunder of his heart.<br><br>Inhaling her scent, caressing her supple body against his, Kyle hardened all the faster as Caira's eager strokes took effect. Her leg pressed up against his crotch, stimulating him, and her delicate hands explored the landscape of scars across his back. The muscles stretched across his spine and torso twitched involuntarily at the contact, the instinctive pain of old wounds, though he gave no sign of discomfort. Kyle's chin rubbed against the top of her head as he pulled her tight against him, savouring the gentle contact and growing arousal.<br><br>Kyle looked down as the girl caressed his face and complimented him, taking her words in stride. His eyes matched hers in depth of blueness, and they held a growing fire, a virile, male conflagration that threatened to consume her. As Caira ran a finger over his lips he snapped, catching the tip of the digit firmly between his teeth, closing his mouth to softly suck on it. <br><br>As she started to raise her leg to encircle his hip the man reached down, pushing it away, and his hands encircled her waist with a tight grip. Kyle spun her around and pulled her back into him, his shoulders stooping above hers. He cradled Caira fiercely, rough hands massaging her waist and hips as he bent down and grazed his face against her cheek and down. The hard planes of his features nuzzled at her throat, his breath scorching her pale skin. <br><br>“I'll take you,” he rumbled hungrily, before burying his lips hard into her neck in a passionate kiss, while his hands slid up under her shirt, tracing the lines of her ribs and upwards.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wheel of Power</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Endara</strong> on <strong>04-12-2010, 20:54:18</strong>
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				Caira pushed back gently into his groin, giving enough pressure to cause pleasure. She gasped as he kissed her neck, tilting her head to allow him more access as he nearly attacked her skin. Her skin was warming to his touch and her own core was getting wet with every passing second. His hands wandering under her shirt made her moan very softly and sound breathless, "Kyle.."<br><br>Her bottom pushed firmly now, rubbing and grinding against him. Eyes flitting shut, Caira just enjoyed his ministrations. He was gentle with the overwhelming amount of power he had and she loved it. His hands were rough against her soft stomach and his mouth was hot against her skin, his breath fanning out in a wave of fire-like heat across the surface of her chest and neck. Her hands reached up and behind to gently rub his shoulders and to lay tickling touches across his skin.<br><br>Every touch, both ones Kyle was giving and the ones she was giving, were sending her up the wall. All she wanted was to feel him completely. Although she didn't know where he was planning on taking her, "where would you like me?" her breath hitched near the end as one of Kyle's fingers grazed the underside of her breasts. Her gentle touches quickly turned into firm rubbing as she massaged his shoulders and waited for him to instruct her.<br><br>Caira debated in her head telling him she'd not had sex before. Yes, she'd had a bit of fun here and there with some boys at parties, but she never felt like any of them could handle her. Let alone that they were deserving of such a treat. But Kyle she knew could handle her more than effectively and whether she wanted to admit it or not, she'd almost been saving herself specifically for him. She'd been enamored with the idea of him, the romanticism of what he was, a beast with true carnal and animal power. She'd never felt anything like what he was giving her the rough skin with gentle touches. The power of his being so much larger and more than capable. It was making her head spin and her core throb. Her breath was quickening and her heart was racing. She'd keep her secret until he asked.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wheel of Power</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dirigible</strong> on <strong>04-12-2010, 21:17:01</strong>
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				A low snarl tingled against her throat as Caira worked her derrière back against Kyle's body. He responded in the natural male way, growing still harder, his erection forming a ridge in the fabric of the pants she'd given him, and he ground himself against her in reply. He continued to slowly grope his way up her chest, his hand sliding between white fabric and white skin, while the other tore free and reached up. The man brushed her hair out of the way, holding it to one side as he bore down with increasing passion. His kisses were hard, like jabs from his fist, burning here and there along her trembling jugular, burrowing behind her ear, grazing on her cheek. As she caressed him, he wrapped his mouth around her throat and sucked, leaving a blushing red love-bite on her flesh.<br><br>Kyle's hand rose high enough to trace the pouting curves of her breasts, and his fingers slowly investigated them as he growled in approval. Her femininity, the alluring mix of yielding and temptation called to him, awoke something primal that roared in his belly and cock, something that had gone unsatisfied for a long, long time. He was by nature a warrior in the ring, and a conqueror in the bedroom... his sexuality was aggressive, possessive, savage and controlling, and Caira was making herself an irresistible conquest.<br><br>At last, he lifted his mouth from its hard feasting, and nuzzled his face through her hair. Kyle grasped her by the arms and straightened his own, pushing her away so that he could survey her from head to toe. “I want you naked,” he said hoarsely in answer to her question, as if it was a place rather than a state, his eyes two blue bonfires of lust as he gazed at the girl. His masculinity was nearly at full mast now, a hard, scimitar curve rising from below his stomach, the black cotton streaming around it like a tentpole. “Strip.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wheel of Power</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Endara</strong> on <strong>05-12-2010, 05:59:05</strong>
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				Caira smiled softly as he examined her and wordlessly stripped, pulling her shirt over her head and dropping her shorts to the floor alongside it. After kicking them out of the way she stood in front of him, waiting for him to do however he pleased. Her hair fell over her shoulders and tickled the sides of her breasts, her nipples peaking out of the bright strands. Her body was flushing, her pale skin becoming rosy the longer she stood before him on display. She reached up and felt the mark on her neck, smiling at the slight pain coming from the now very tender skin. She pulled her hair to the side opposite the mark showing him what he'd done with pride.<br><br>"Where should I lay? Would you rather have me on my front.. or back?" she said softly, her voice husky and full of want as she did a quarter turn to display her supple ass to him. Her tongue darted out for a second to wet her lips as she looked him over, he looked hungry for her. The tent in his pants was causing her mind and eyes to wander. What would he feel like? How badly would it hurt? He wasn't small, all of him was well muscled and he seemed to be equally proportionate in his member. <br><br>As she stood her demeanor was relaxed, free and even happy to be standing on display for him and to be at his command. She showed no signs of nervousness or unease. All of her looked ready, right down to her swollen core which was beginning to glisten in the light as her juices seeped out from between her folds. It was the most aroused she'd ever felt and she was enjoying it fully. This powerful man was about to take claim of her and she wanted it. She wanted all of it, and all of him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Wheel of Power</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dirigible</strong> on <strong>05-12-2010, 07:55:28</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				As he gazed at her body, Kyle's chin jutted forward slightly and the muscles of his jaw locked, leaving his mouth slightly open. A husky breath rattled out as he drank in the sight of her nakedness, unblinking. Firm curves, creamy skin all over... his want was unabashed and unconcealed. Caira could see his bulge give a slight jerk as he looked her over, a twitch in time with his pulse.<br><br>Kyle reached one long, strong arm out and brushed the girl's hair fully out of the way. As the crimson curls tumbled away from her breasts he dragged the tips of his calloused fingers across the pert globes, brushing her hard nipples roughly. He stifled a hard grunt, deep in his throat. The beast of his lust strained at its chains now, the intensity taking him by surprise. He wanted her so much it ached, and the thought of what he might do both frightened and excited him.<br><br>His hand fell, and he stepped forward with a purpose in his deep blue eyes. Kyle's arm snaked around her neck, lightning fast, and he clasped her in the crook of his elbow. The muscles of his forearm and biceps tightened against the back of Caira's neck, forcing her head up and mouth against his. His lips were hard and got, taking hers by force and demanding a tribute of kisses. Be bore down on her until she could feel his teeth behind the sheaths of his lips, his tongue like warm sandpaper against her petals. Kyle clutched her tightly to him, but not quite face to face; her body was turned slightly to one side, so that his cock jutted into her hip like the hilt of a sword, and only one of her breasts was squeezed against his hard torso... the other exposed to his touches.<br><br>Kyle brought a rough palm up and under the buxom flesh, weighing it in his grip. His fingers strained wide, to encompass the full globe, then tightened, kneading slowly and intensely. His thumb flicked over the nipple, tweaking it as the low growl vibrated from his chest.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Wheel of Power</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Endara</strong> on <strong>05-12-2010, 15:46:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Caira moaned into the kiss, her hand wandering down Kyle's body to feel the soft hair that led down into his pants. Her fingernails tickled against his abdomen as she played with the small tufts of hair. Her restraint and control was quickly waning, however. Soon enough she reached down to feel the hard ridge that was so tempting against her thigh. She gently squeezed and kneaded the thick bulge, teasingly light touches compared to what she wanted to do, and would do.<br><br>Her tongue lapped at Kyle's the entire time their bodies locked. A soft whimper and shivers were forced out of her as he played with her nipple. The small nub reacted strongly to his touch, being so sensitive it almost hurt and causing the other one to stiffen further as it was being pushed against Kyle's chest. Her free hand felt both of their bodies, traveling from her curves to his muscle and back again. Her folds were swollen and dripping to the point that the uppermost portion of her thighs were beginning to get wet.<br><br>Caira, as sexually charged as she was, did not masturbate often, had never had sex and had only touched a handful of young men, young as she was or barely older. But Kyle, he was so very different. He was more experienced than she and he was far rougher than any other she'd had fun with. He made her ache and want, her pussy was hot and ready for him. Caira's roaming hand moved down and began gently touching her clit. Her fingers were quickly moistened as her middle finger darted in and across her clit, causing a loud moan into Kyle's mouth and her grip on his cock to tighten incredibly. She had to stop before her knees gave out and before she came. She gathered some of her juices and moved her hand back to his side, her thin juices dripping down his skin from her fingers.<br><br>Her nipples were painfully stiff and her moans were louder and deeper as he tweaked them and passed over them. His fingers and mouth combined skillfully and were causing Caira to go into a frenzy. She broke the kiss, panting just an inch away from Kyle's mouth, "please," she whimpered, her body was shivering from his touch and her skin was hot. Her entire body seemed to be begging for him to enter her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Wheel of Power</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dirigible</strong> on <strong>05-12-2010, 19:26:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				As his lips aggressively kneaded Caira's, Kyle's growl deepened. Her touch aroused him... the gentle way she explored and instinctively teased the treasure-trail that ran down his hard stomach, then the touch of her delicate hand on his raging, predatory erection. His arm loosened a little from around her neck, but rather than letting her go he dug his fingers into the red torrent of her hair and pulled her even closer to him. “Caira...” he breathed, in between thrusting his tongue possessively into her mouth and gnawing sensually on her lips.<br><br>The way she responded only provoked him more. As she pressed against his body and into his touch, his fingers kneaded her breast all the more forcefully, squeezing and pinching for his enjoyment. Toned muscles quivered with suppressed intent at the girl's stropping, and his hand dropped from her breast, running slowly down her stomach. Kyle brushed the back of his hand against her sex... the punch-calloused, fight-scared roughness of his fist, unfurled, stroking her swollen and moist labia. He felt her fingers join the fray, and she stimulated herself, extracting a moan and tightening her grip on his cock, which throbbed at the touch, nearly bursting from her fingers as they failed to encircle its width.<br><br>Kyle gazed down at her, heavy-eyed as she pulled away and moaned. His hand locked around her wrist, and he slowly lifted the glistening fingers away from her sex and his side. The soft white fingers were pressed to his firm mouth, and Kyle sucked the tips of each honey-wet digit, swallowing her flavour passionately. If lions could purr, that would be the sound that uttered from his chest as he tasted her.<br><br>Tightening his grip on her hair, the fighter cradled Caira's head against his ripped torso. He pressed her mouth to his taut, dark flesh, and slowly pressed her down, forcing her to the ground before him, her face snug against the corrugations of his stomach. “I want you on your knees,” he growled in lusty reply to her question. “I want your mouth.”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Wheel of Power</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Endara</strong> on <strong>05-12-2010, 22:47:28</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Caira smiled and stuck her tongue out as she was forced down with her face against his skin, licking at his skin, once or twice grazing his skin with her teeth as well. Once she was on her knees she smiled up to him playfully, "I don't gag."<br><br>That was all she said before she pulled the front of his pants down, exposing him with a slight gasp and a wide smile. He was large to say the least. She gently kissed the tip his cock, her lips opening snug around his skin as she engulfed him. Her mouth was hot and wet, her tongue thrashing about as her head moved down, and down his length. Right as he hit the back of her tongue she moaned around him, tasting his precum. She savored the treat before taking him back deeper into her throat upon taking a small breath, her right hand reached to his waist band and pulled it down enough for her to reach in and cup his balls. Her fingers and palm worked over his sac gently, being sure not to hurt him in any way with her nails or a rough motion. She pulled back a bit, breathing through her nose as she began sucking hard on his shaft, her cheeks caving in and conforming to its shape. She moaned loudly and kept playing with his balls as she alternated sucking hard and thrashing her tongue about wildly.<br><br>Her left hand took the portion of him that wasn't in her mouth and began to massage it, rubbing and squeezing. She pulled back and kissed a trail down his shaft, jacking him behind where her head had traveled. She pulled his pants down slightly and brought one of his balls to her lips, lapping at it before taking it into her mouth and gently sucking. Her lips were red from sucking and bobbing and so soft. Caira kept her eyes up to Kyle's face the entire time moaning around his ball before swirling her tongue around it slowly. Her hand worked up and down his length quickly. On a few strokes once she reached the head she took her palm and rubbed his tip in a large circle, making sure the entire surface was touched before she began stroking again.<br><br>She let his ball out of her mouth with a slight pop, kissing it gently before going back to his shaft. Her tongue swirled around the tip a few seconds before she quickly slammed herself down onto him, forcing him back into her throat. Both of her hands moved to his hips, grasping at them to keep him there and trying to force him deeper.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Wheel of Power</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dirigible</strong> on <strong>07-12-2010, 01:33:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				For the first time he could recall, Kyle laughed. He gave raspy chuckle as Caira licked at his body and all but directly offered him her throat. She was certainly eager! But that laugh became a low, animal noise of desire as she jerked his pants down. She was certainly... eager.<br><br>His cock strained forward, thrusting like a blade from below the hard muscles of his stomach and above his thick thighs. The core of the long, thick shaft was so hard it seemed like it was about to burst through the dark, soft skin around it. Kyle gazed down, eyes unblinking and face set with lust as she took in his manhood and touched it with her lips for the first time. The organ jumped against her mouth, a spasm of electric pleasure, and his fingers shuddered in her hair as she engulfed it. “Auhhhnnn... Caira!” Kyle growled, his toes digging into the carpet and his hand cupping her head tighter to him as her hot, wet mouth surrounded his cock.<br><br>As her hands worked on his pants, Kyle assisted by pushing the slacks down and kicking them off, wanting nothing between him and the girl's enthusiastic hands and mouth. It had been a long, long time since anyone had intended to give him pleasure... and even then, he could never remember receiving such skilled and focused attention! Lips and tongue, cheeks and throat, hands and eyes; Caira gave it <em>everything</em> she had, and the results were waves of coruscating heat through Kyle's body, making him arch his frame backwards with a groan. “God... god, that's good,” he gasped, his heavy balls swelling and sinking at her touch. His hand painfully in her hair as she started to suck and lick the sensitive sac, but he forced himself to keep watching, not wanting to miss a moment of her performance.<br><br>She was incredible! He shivered as she swallowed him whole, spitting out a curse as her throat clenched around him. “Fuck! Ahhhn, that's good... that's right... don't stop!” Kyle panted, clasping his hand to pull her deeper and deeper onto his steel-hard manhood, forcing it far down her throat until her lips were nestled at the very base of his shaft. “Nnnhhh... Caira!”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Wheel of Power</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Endara</strong> on <strong>07-12-2010, 02:36:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Caira pulled back just enough to breathe and moan loudly around Kyle's shaft before taking him all the way back down. She nuzzled the soft patch of hair that surrounded the base of his shaft with her nose which in turn caused her mouth and throat to rub around him as her head made the slight movements. She wiggled her tongue as much as possible, pulling back again to breathe for a few short moments, looking Kyle in the eyes the entire time. She chuckled softly and smiled around his cock. She slammed herself back down the short distance she'd pulled back, her throat welcoming the intrusion Kyle offered.<br><br>Caira's eyes were locked with Kyle's, both of her hands moving down to his balls to cup and fondle them while she pleasured his shaft. She rubbed them gently, toying with the sensitive skin. She pulled back and began to bob her head up and down his shaft quickly, her lips gliding over his skin easily. Her lips tightened around him as she sucked her way down the tip of his shaft, her tongue swirling around the head as one of her hands left his balls and began to jack him off with a gentle grip. Her hand moved quickly as her tongue and mouth worked over the skin of his swollen glans. The very tip of her tongue flicked across the small slit in the tip of his cock, flicking it quickly and gently.<br><br>Her other hand left its work at his balls and went to work at her own pussy, quickly rubbing her over her swollen clit. She went half way down his shaft and screamed around him, the vibrations from the scream reverberating in her mouth. Her head began bobbing again while she moaned. She did her best to keep eye contact with Kyle, but occasionally her eyes would roll back and she'd have to stop her rubbing before she came.<br><br>Her wet hand then went to Kyle's shaft and she rubbed her own juices over his skin, using them for added lubrication to jack him off with a more firm grip and a quicker pace, her tongue now rubbing along the underside of his shaft as she sucked roughly. She did everything she knew how to give him pleasure in the hopes that he'd cum in her mouth and she could show him before she swallowed it all. That was of course Caira's ultimate goal, to please him and get a... reward.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Wheel of Power</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dirigible</strong> on <strong>10-12-2010, 10:58:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He could only hope her pussy would be as tight, as deliciously stimulating as her throat. Caira's submission... no, her enthusiastic, whole-hearted leap into sexual service... was now bringing Kyle's inner master fully to life. He knotted his fingers hard in her hair, and his rock-hard ass clenched as he pushed his hips forward, thrusting himself into her willing mouth with lustful delight. A vibration passed through his cock, echoing in every muscle of his body, a delectable surge of pleasure long denied. “GOD!” he roared, his deep voice loud enough to echo through the basement boudoir. <br><br>Kyle gazed down, his eyes almost bewildered as they looked into hers. This lavish sensual treatment was something he had never expected. If the girl's intention was to ensnare her warrior-slave-master with her feminine charms, it was truly working. She saw erotic promise seething in those hard orbs, the things he'd do to her. He moaned violently as he watched her throat distend around the girth of his cockhead, overcome by the suckling, clutching warmth that held and stimulated him. “Ahhhn... yes... so good. Suck it... suck my cock, Caira!” he gasped, sweat glistening on his brow and broad chest.<br><br>She seemed to know how every part of his masculinity would react to her attentions, where the pleasure was greatest, where to tease. Kyle felt like a king under her eager ministrations, his shaft, balls, cockhead and all the rest fully attended to. The pleasure was a roaring, flooding river inside him now. It was as if her mouth had created a direct connection to his spine and brain, and her lips, tongue and hands were filling him with lightning and fire. He almost felt feverish, so hot was she making him; and definitely volcanic, as the pressure grew and molten cum sizzled in his belly. <br><br>“Fuck!” he moaned as Caira vocalised around him. Her lips sucked tight and slid hard, though puffy from being distended around his wrist-thick shaft, smeared with precum and saliva. “Caira... oh, you... ahhh... yes!” Kyle rose towards the brink, urged on by her slick juices (oh, the eroticism of that gesture...) her tight throat and hungry mouth. He jackhammered his cock, thrusting hard and fast, facefucking the girl with desperation. “Yes... y-yes... AHHH, GOD, YES!” His blood thundered in his ears and through his manhood. Kyle's face locked into a snarl of animal pleasure, teeth bared, eyes sparking like flint. His body contorted, waves of ecstasy emanating from his loins.<br><br>“CAIRA!” he howled, head thrown back, shoulders tensed, hips twitching. Kyle's cock swelled to its utmost size, stretching her throat and filling her cheeks to the limit... and then, balls throbbing and tightening, he came in long, shuddering jets. It had been so long... he had a very large amount of seed to give. Hot, salty, thick, it burst into her mouth, poured down her throat, spilled down her chin as he kept thrusting even as he erupted. Kyle gave a wordless, clenched-teeth wail of violent bliss as he vented his pleasure.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Wheel of Power</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Endara</strong> on <strong>10-12-2010, 16:07:44</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Caira swallowed almost all of Kyle's cum, once he stopped ejaculating she stood, a smile on her face as she opened her mouth and showed him a small pool of white semen on her tongue. She closed her mouth and swallowed it all, opening her mouth again to show him. Her fingers moved around her chin and even her chest, picking up every last drop of his cum so she could suck it off and swallow. Caira was pleased with herself as well as pleased that Kyle would give her such a treat. She giggled softly, "any I missed?"<br><br>Her eyes were filled with lust and joy, her pussy nearly aching for touch. But she ignored it for the moment. Her lips were swollen from sucking him and rubbing against his shaft. It was a feeling she'd not felt before, and she loved it. Her smile broke into a small fit of laughter at herself, "I'm going to be honest, this is the first time I've ever gotten this far in a blowjob," she chuckled, "normally I get bored. But you," she swallowed hard, "you're perfect," she smiled softly.<br><br>As much as she tried, it was getting harder and harder to ignore her throbbing pussy that was begging for someone to touch it. Caira bit her lower lip and looked back to the bed, "may I lay down and pleasure myself?" she asked softly, hoping he'd say yes. This, to Caira, was one of the last steps to full submission. Asking to touch herself. The last one would be asking if she was allowed orgasm. She didn't plan on keeping any amount of power away from Kyle in the bedroom. She was his, and that was all that could be said.<br><br>What she wanted more than to be allowed to touch herself was for Kyle to say no so he could touch her. She wanted him to dominate her, to engulf her in his masculinity. Her idea of a man was someone who was dominant and unafraid. Kyle had this and more, he was a warrior and he was more than capable of taking care of her needs. He wasn't in anyway fearful of her or anyone. After years of being treated the way he was most break, but he didn't. He remained defiant and firey. He remained the grizzly instead of breaking into a cub. <br><br>There Caira stood, in front of the grizzly as a little red fox, ready for the will of the grizzly and whatever it entailed.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Wheel of Power</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dirigible</strong> on <strong>13-12-2010, 01:03:39</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kyle actually staggered back as Caira finally tore her incredible, agile mouth from his aching cock. Panting, he reached up and ran a hand over his brow and back through his close-cropped hair, sweat slicking a few of the strands back. His expression was startled, amazed, satisfied... and horny. He groaned in virile pleasure as she displayed his cum on her tongue, loving the demonstration of her complete adoration of his body and its seed. If they gave Nobel Prizes for blowjobs...<br><br>Reaching down, his tough but gentle hands hoisted her easily up onto her feet when he saw her started to rise. His fingers caressed her flanks, holding her there for a moment before pulling her against him, crushing her hard-peaked breasts against his rugged torso. Her submission made him feel powerful, her beauty filled him with savage want. She was offering herself to him completely... why not take advantage of that? Kyle delivered a passionate kiss to Caira's pouting lips, not caring about the residual taste of himself on her tongue. His hands moved down her back, groping, fondling her ass possessively and crushing her into his body. Kyle's cock remained at its full, impressive hardness... one orgasm would not be enough to sate his desire for this girl, or blunt the appetites his imprisonment had built up.<br><br>With one hand nestled under her ass, between her thighs, Kyle reached up and pulled Caira's mouth away form his roughly. “That's how you're going to wake me every day from now on,” he demanded huskily, his eyes blue-hot iron. “I want the first thing I feel when I wake to be your luscious mouth swallowing my morning wood.”<br><br>Kissing her again, he sucked hard on her lips before pulling back and spinning Caira around, pointing her towards the bed. He gave her a hard slap on the rump, sending her towards it.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Wheel of Power</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Endara</strong> on <strong>15-12-2010, 16:19:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Caira smiled when Kyle demanded the new wake up call, "of course," she replied. Her smiled was mischievous and had a slight predatory tinge of it's own. When he spun her round and sent her to the bed she did as he directed, but stopped at the edge of the bed, looking over her shoulder with a smile. She jumped onto her bed, plopping down and making her breasts bounce a few times before the mattress settled. She scooted down and lay back, spreading her legs and putting her hands above her head, wrists crossed.<br><br>She smiled, her lips still plump from his possessive kisses and his large dick. Her skin was covered in small drops of sweat, flushing a light rosy pink. Her nipples her stiff and stood ready for attention from Kyle. Caira's pussy was also pink, her clit swollen and throbbing. Her entire body wanted him and his touch. In all truth Caira was nervous. Kyle was a large man and she didn't know how badly it would hurt to have him take her virginity. But, she'd had pain before and faked it, dear god anyone heard of a corset? She could ride out the pain and wait for the pleasure.<br><br>Caira watched Kyle's body moving, his muscles and his skin were all so intoxicating she could barely stand waiting patiently. But he hadn't told her anything, he'd just sent her to the bed and so at the bed she would wait until he instructed her otherwise.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Wheel of Power</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dirigible</strong> on <strong>31-12-2010, 19:52:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kyle's eyes were riveted to the lithe lines of Caira's back, the metronomic sway of her hips and scarlet cascade of her hair as she strutted away from him. Her body lured him on, bringing his desires to a boil, wanting more of the pleasure she had demonstrated the ability and willingness to give. He met her gaze when she glanced back flirtatiously at him, his eyes flaring in response, a half-grin, half-snarl curling his mouth. He stalked forward, his movements clean and predatory, every muscle flexing in synchronisation. Kyle's cock swung before him like an uncertain compass needle, but always found its way back to point at her, quivering with hard need. The expression he wore was so full of dark desires she couldn't tell whether he planned to lunge in to attack or sweep her up to sexual ecstasy.<br><br>A rough groan rumbled from his lips as she tossed herself onto the bed in a playful, girlish display that nevertheless accentuated her womanly assets to best effect. Kyle's lust for her rattled the cellar doors of his mind like a storm-surge, making his hands knot into fists and throat clench with the intensity of desire. He drank up the sight of her fair and flawless body opened like a Y for him; legs wantonly apart, exposing the simmering core of her body, breasts perking up, hands submissively resting above her head. His to do with as he pleased... the thought made his head swim.<br><br>Kyle pounced onto the bed on all fours, prowling upwards like a jaguar, his imposing cock swinging between his legs like a stiff tail. He bowed his head, bringing it down to brush his face against Caira's thigh as he ascended, basking in her beauty. He paused when his face hovered over her sex. Bad memories flared... mistresses who enjoyed the irony of making a warrior kneel between their legs, forced to service them with a ring-gag that let his tongue loll out; the sour, bitter tastes of their cunts. He inhaled slowly, bending down until the tip of his nose trailed along the warmest and wettest part of Caira's pussy. This time, it was his choice... and that knowledge made her taste sweet, as he rasped his thick tongue slowly from the very bottom of her sex where thighs and ass met to the aching bud of her clitoris that crowned it.
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