Playing the Part, and Acting it Well (Reyne & Black Orchid)
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				Title: <strong>Playing the Part, and Acting it Well (Reyne &amp; Black Orchid)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Black Orchid</strong> on <strong>23-01-2011, 09:28:02</strong>
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				<em>”Don’t be so difficult, it’s just a ring.” The woman crossed her pale white leg, silver heels shinning in the dim lights.<br><br>“You don’t understand… I’m not good with women.” Gavri’el mumbled out; how did it ever turn out like this?<br><br>“Don’t you want the money, big brother?” The woman frowned, mockingly.<br><br>“Babička is dying, and you speak of money?” Gavri’el frowned, looking to his little sister with hurt written across his face.<br><br>“I know that!” She barked, offended at his assumptions, “I’m not getting any money from this;</em> just a school. <em>” The woman flicked her short black hair, Gavri’el wasn’t sure if she was trying to prove a point, or if it was jealousy he heard in her bitter voice. “This is about you, Ba’ wants you to be happy, and I do too.”<br><br>Gavri’el’s face went back to the grief stricken one, as his head slumped again, and he clasped his hands together, resting his elbows on his knees. The man was usually a tight ass, a straight posture, legs close together; the only thing that was always weak and gloomy was usually his eyes. He couldn’t believe his grandma Giselle was dying, he loved her so much; he might of hated how she used him like a prop in her training, when he was a teen, he might have disliked how she was overly strict on him when he argued with his sisters, he might have even seemed a little cold hearted when he left the states for ten odd something years, only to return with a call of her ‘dearest grandson’—cute how he was her </em> only<em> grandson—but now she was leaving this world soon, and even though he broke contact with her for so long, she even had him written in her will. She was giving him her whole savings, with a nice little demand that she obviously had good reason for; according to his sister, she just wanted her thirty seven year old awkward grandson to find happiness in a woman.<br><br>“How is making another woman miserable going to make me happy?” Gavri’el asked with weak sarcasm, not because he was grieving, but because his sister was pretty scary, and he didn’t want to get lippy with her, less he faces her wrath.<br><br>“With an attitude like that, you should be happy that Ba’ gave you a reason to look for a woman.” He really would have stayed single if it wasn’t for this demand in her dying will. It wasn’t a will that said ‘here’s your money, but get married first!’, it was a sweet little old lady’s ‘wish’ for him to marry, promising her millions as a wedding gift.<br><br>“Alright, I guess the money is just a bonus.” He was lying, he didn’t want to get married; he was terribly awkward with women.<br><br>It was thanks to his family for him being this way. He never had a real relationship before, he lost his virginity to a thirty something year old at the age of sixteen; she took a small interest in him after one of his grandmother’s lessons, and he was just a hormonal teenage boy. Not to mention that any attention he gotten from women, it was during those lessons with his grandmother, of women training to seduce men.</em> Ženské Pižmo<em>, a school his grandmother had made during her early twenties; she was eighty now, and six months living in a hospital. The classes were going extremely well, even at her fragile age. All five of his sisters studied and graduated from the school—though they had additional ‘bitch’ lessons during their teens.<br><br>“So you agree?” His sister questioned, they were sitting in the waiting room, he was to see his dear grandmother now, but his eldest little sister wanted to make sure he was going in with a ‘clear’ head.<br><br>“… yes…” Did he have a choice? No, if he said ‘no’, he’d crush his poor grandmother’s heart, and his sisters would kick his ass. If he said yes, his grandmother dies, and he counter with a ‘no’, his sisters would kick his ass. They both stood, and walked down a hallway, once they reached door ‘D334’, his sister opened the door, and he saw his pale tiny grandmother, surrounded by his other four sisters like little delicate flowers.</em><br><br>Here he was, looking for a woman.<br><br><em>She better be <strong>fierce</strong>!</em><br><br>He could hear the ringing screech of his youngest sister.<br><br><em>She have to have <strong>deadly</strong> class…</em><br><br>The second youngest, she was like an old French tart, beauty mark and long cigarette holder to boot.<br><br><em>A damn good fuck, too.</em><br><br>Gavri’el grimaced; the middle girl was always so crass.<br><br><em>Don’t bring her home if she can’t kick your ass</em><br><br>That’s all the second oldest cared about, she was the roughest of them all.<br><br><em>Above all, she better be one hell of a dominatrix, bitch.</em><br><br>Gavri’el parked the car (http://www.allaboutauto.us/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/nissan-townpod-electric-vehicle-concept-denounced-1.jpg); his dear eldest little sister, she was a brute, sometimes he wondered who was born first—him or her? Of course, them being ten months apart made that slightly more confusing; their parents rushed to get pregnant once they failed and had a son. Locking the car with a beep, Gavri’el walked to the tall penthouse, and sucked a breath in; pushing the twisting doors open. Gavri’el breath out his air, the party was upstairs; there was no need for him to hold his breath now. Going over to the elevator, he paused, no, that was too fast and too slow at the same time; he wasn’t ready for this, so he took the stairs. As he walked up the auburn padded stairs, he once again thought about what happened six months ago. His dear Babička was dead now—her kidneys failed—and it was because of natural causes. He would have felt a little blackmailed into accepting the will, but one hundred million was a lot; he just needed to find a way to loop hole the bitch. He was on the sixth floor, walking was a good idea, he could speed up, or slow down when he was nervous, but it made him awfully tired, he dabbed at his brow to remove the sweat; he sort of had a feeling it was because of the ‘party’ he was nearly halfway at. Finally, the thirteenth floor, he could hear the music, it was a very deep base, a slow and soothing sound, party music that one could mingle to; not in an elevator, but maybe at a club as they waited for a DJ to show.<br><br>“Here we go…”<br><br>He didn’t want to do this, but where else was he supposed to find a woman who would act like a dominatrix. He didn’t feel like finding a random woman, and then introducing her into BDSM later in the relationship. No, he wasn’t looking for a <em>real</em> wife; he was looking for a fake. Gavri’el took and intake of breath, and knocked on the double doors; he wasn’t sure if the music was really loud, and the walls muffled it, but he was tempted to run away, before someone realized it <em>was</em> a knock, and come answering. Know what? That was exactly what he was going to do. Gavri’el was going to turn around, but the door flew open, and a strange man was at the door; half of his hair was shaved, and half of his face held piercings, half of his clothes were missing, and all parts of his body had spikes—an extremist—he wasn’t the host, just a guy that opened the door.<br><br>The air he was going to let out hitched in his throat. “H—” Gavri’el raised his hand in greeting, but the black clad man turned and left, leaving him in an awkward pose.<br><br>Well, not everyone was dressed like Mr. Rude, but a good deal was, and none were in a bland business suit like he was—Gavri’el fixed his glasses. Here he was, at a fetish convention, meeting those that were just like him, or so they say. He didn’t mind these people—they were just like him and his family—he just didn’t want to actually find the woman who would ruin his life. Looking around the room, it was just a normal gathering, in a dim lit, cream room. Only some glanced at him, smiling either in mockery, or in a sick pleasure of his ruffled form. He was a little short of breath—not only from holding it just before knocking—but also from all the stairs. His quick breathing made him look nervous, his awkward tall gumpy form made him look frail, the suit was highly unflattering, and made him look average. He spotted a few women who eyed him like vultures; the doms. But most were too did up, they looked like porn stars, or comical Halloween costume; damn, their tight latex and fishnets were sexy, but some over did it—it wasn’t fierce, it wasn’t classy, they looked like they could kick his ass, and <em>probably</em> be a good fuck, but they didn’t look like a Lancer’s wife.<br><br>Gavri’el Lancer (http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g42/Rayka_Sannada/Gavriel.jpg) went to the furthest, emptiest corner he could find, and sat on an tan divan. He took off his glasses, and pulled out a white handkerchief, cleaning the thick lends furiously, obviously occupying his mind from the prying eyes around him. A woman approached him once or twice—a man did too—but he sort of sent them away with awkward conversation.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Playing the Part, and Acting it Well (Reyne &amp; Black Orchid)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Reyne</strong> on <strong>23-01-2011, 16:43:53</strong>
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				A day like this was bound to become regular in her life. At least that was the goal. Conventions for fetishes were never something Rae had heard about in all of her thirty years of living. Nor had she ever had the desire to go and see what it was all about until her very best friends drug her along. Ever since she had hit thirty, the two of them had been introducing their beautiful and adorable friend to the wonders of the wild side. <br><br>Rae had always known that Alex had been a bit of a freak, the girl had told of many sexual adventures and she always ran around in black leather and boots with a clear, "Screw you," written across her forehead (though not literally, because then Rae would never hang out with her.) For the friend who was thirty-one and five foot ten, the life style of a dominatrix bisexual was burned into her blood. <br><br>Then there was Cyn, the six foot tall woman who was two years of thirty and one of the more quiet and intellectual types, but even a woman like her had certain tastes. Rae had never quite understood how she of all people had gotten into this sort of lifestyle, but here she was and proudly dressed like a Dominatrix Librarian with men passing by and at times passing their numbers.<br><br>Then there was Rae, a woman who was five foot one, beautiful and fresh faced, with obviously only a bit of an idea on what she was doing. Since she had turned thirty, she had been introduced to the ways of a Dominatrix and even given a few boy toys to try out on. A lot of the times she got paid for it, but after a while,she began to take in her own toys and serve them with what bit of skills she had. She had an eye for submissives that fit her taste and her friends always marvelled at the men she had brought around who were adorable and shy but oh so eager to serve the woman whose husky voice drew them into oblivion.<br><br>Even so, being at this place while already being like many of the others, Rae still felt conspicuous, and nervous. Like at any minute she would be caught and snuffed out for being in such a place as this. Despite being an adult now, she still had this child like quality that drew people to her. A need to protect her often over came most of the people that hung out with her and it was for a bit of a reason too.<br><br>She never let on to who it was, but friends like Alex and Cyn knew that she was from a really wealthy background. Her mother had died when she was ten, leaving her in the care of a father who wanted nothing to do with her. Rae had told her friends that she had been shoved into a back ground and forbidden to ever tell anyone what family she came from. She only saw them on occasion, not on any day special though. On Holidays and Birthdays, she generally stayed to herself and tried to find others to be with that were not related to her. The only time she came around there was by invitation and when she went it was just to hear her Step Mother talk down to her and her father sit idly by while his only daughter was crushed yet again by the evil witch.<br><br>Rae was the daughter of the witch's husband, she was illegitimate and reminded the old woman too much of the lover who nearly broke them apart. Rae was cut of from any of their funds and even when she asked for help to go to college her father just looked at her with blank, black eyes and told her to get out of his office. So she spent most of her twenties working to put herself through school just to graduate and become a Graphic Designer. Her dream was to see her work all through out magazines, billboards, company logos, signs. And her dream was blossoming, she was beginning to see results and the money was coming in like a flood. <br><br>Even so she still had over fifty thousand dollars in student loans to repay and her debt was falling in on her more and more every day. She had no way of getting help and even though she made payments every two weeks she knew there would be a time where her money would fall short and she wouldn't have the funds to keep paying. Hence why she had took in some paying clients to be dominated in the first place. It wasn't a very proud job at first but it did leave a pretty hefty sum, now though, Rae did it for fun, and while she still had a lot to learn she was growing more experienced by the week.<br><br>Looking around the area, Rae's full pink lips lifted into a smile and dimples sank into her cheeks, ah yes, coming here was a good idea. True, some of the people who walked by looked a little weird and their state of appearance made her want to ask what was wrong with them, but most of them that passed she took tips from for dressing and even spoke to a few. Her friends were in the midst of it all, mingling and exchanging numbers, Rae just exchanged tips. She had a bit of a 'rookie' smell to her, but others could tell she was growing more into the life style, day by day.<br><br>The music was loud and pumping and a few times Rae found herself dancing, but now, with her blood pumping and the lingering feel of bodies grinding against her, she had a bit of a need for something else.<br><br>What she saw next made her very body tingle in delight with a little purr building in the back of her throat. He was on a tan divan, done up in a wrinkled grey soot, bent over and wiping his glasses down, he was extremely handsome but he had this quality to him that made something click in her mind. He was obviously submissive and just a bit shy with how he was hidden in the corner, shying away from the stares of hungry women. Rae was one of them, but, she decided to not only stare, but to approach him.<br><br>The clicking heels of her knee high boots could be heard across the solid floor, with the soft swishing sound of her hose passing&nbsp; by between her thighs as her full, curved hips swayed with each step. Rae was dressed in a leather mini skirt that clung to her ample bottom and stopped right beneath the curvature of her cheeks, thin silver chains hung off her left hips and jingled as she approached. She had on a leather corset that pushed up her heavy, triple D breasts and brought out the softness of her waist and slightly flattened her gentle tummy. White ribbons went off in X patterns on her spine and on the front was soft white lace that contrasted nicely with her bronze flesh.<br><br>Her outfit was hardly hard core, but it did show off her remarkable, voluptuous figure and showed others that she was open to dominating anyone, any time of the day should they agree. Her long brown hair was up in a tight bun with black chopsticks painted with white flowers showing up through her locks, and her bangs skimmed her long, dark lashes. Her bright hazel eyes shined with forest green, caramel brown, and honey golden shades, glittering as they studied the man who seemed a bit out of place.<br><br>Without a word, she turned and sat down next to him with a sigh as she stretched out her legs and her boots were shown off more with the way the ribbon tied all the way up to her knees and the three inch heels gleamed a bit menacingly from below. Seeing how he rubbed down his glasses, she smiled and leaned forward, taking them from him, she then slid them onto his face and said, "Looks good to me...Hi," she tried meeting his eyes and tilted her head, "I'm Rae. Are you new to a place like this?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Playing the Part, and Acting it Well (Reyne &amp; Black Orchid)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Black Orchid</strong> on <strong>23-01-2011, 19:26:32</strong>
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				Gavri’el was relieved once the flow of mistresses (and the odd bit of masters) stopped showing up to ‘take’ him, or whatever the hell they wanted. But then it was a little depressing, because he was certainly <em>not</em> going to approach them, and then where would he be? It was strange, wishing for more to come, while at the same time wishing for none to bother. Though he had to do this; if not for his nearly nonexistent love life, if not for his poor Ba’, then at least for the millions that was floating around in virtual space. Did he visually jump once his glasses were pried from his hands? He didn’t know, but he was watching his fingers, and saw the porcelain napkin fall from his flinching hands. Looking over sharply, his blurred vision was instantly corrected as his eyes focused on a new woman; he was sure the lends made his bland brown eyes look large and dorky—maybe he was exaggerating—but the color was nothing compared to her’s. Yeah, his shade of brown was much lighter than some who had a chocolate like shades, though his was a little more golden, it was still nothing compared to her eyes that looked like round window to a vista.<br><br>He broke eye contact, he couldn’t stare into a woman’s eyes for too long, it was just something that made him <em>break</em> inside, and he didn’t want anyone to see it. Though his eyes wasn’t that nice, as they drunk up her form; not like most men, who looked at the parts clothing <em>didn’t</em> cover, he was looking at the material she decided to grace herself with today. He wondered how that leather felt against her skin, or possibly the netted pantyhose that was deliciously nestled between her thighs, or better yet, other <em>folds</em>. And look at those heels, they weren’t stilettos, but they were just as menacing, the small heel was killer, like tiny butterfly knives; he was sure they were the culprit of the loud clicks his ears focused on when he was pretending to ignore the party. And the cute little white ribbons; he did love a girl in lace. Speaking of which, something he couldn’t shamefully pull his eyes away from; her chest. White was always a fun color with gentle lace, and it did indeed bring him to her golden skin—he wondered greatly how the top felt against her body—squeezing those curves of hers that seemed to emphasize with her outfit. Gavri’el moved his gaze in front of him, he was just staring at her, in awe, and he didn’t want to frighten her off like all the others; okay, maybe he was ogling her chest, and feared the shrill nerves of these dominating women.<br><br>“Hello…” Gavri’el took a deep breath. How should he do this? She was greeting him, and even left an opening for a topic, but he didn’t want to say anything stupid. “—R<em>ae</em>. I am Gevri’el Lancer.” Damn, he hoped his thick Slovakian accent left her to believe he was a weird foreigner; born in the states, and never seen a day of his native home land, the only reason he had such an accent or the vocabulary was thanks to his immigrated grandmother. He wondered how weird his voice sound, he never knew what his real voice sounded like anymore since he spoke so meekly, trying not to offend any woman with anything deeper; his voice was to be light, but he still couldn’t get rid of the tone that made him male. “Uhm…” He didn’t know how to answer her; was he knew to this place? Maybe, if you look at it a certain way. Remove all the men, remove all the submissive, and place his grandmother—in a tight gray bun, lavender skirt suit, and a long riding crop—and then it’ll feel like home. No, that was a lie, he hadn’t been <em>home</em> in ten something years, so just because he came back for a meager six months doesn’t mean he was a part of the family. “No…” Yes, that was what he was going to go with, he truly never been to a convention before, and it was so much different than <em>the school</em>, he couldn’t pretended he was an expert on this lifestyle. ”I have never been to a place like this one before…” Hopefully this was going good, and she wasn’t bored of him already. “Actually, I don’t <em>really</em> know why I even came here.” Meek he was, but he was still a talker, it’s just that he didn’t want to let his eccentric side out, and push her away by accident. “This… this isn’t really my thing… I… I don’t know why I even came here.” He looked down at his shiny black dress shoes, little silver buckles on the side, dark gray shoelace tide in an eerily perfect bow; he could see all of this, because his pants slightly flooded with how he was sitting. His legs were closed together, and his feet pointed straight, his back was erect, and his eyes and head were cast downward. “If you don’t mind me asking…” He always had to get permission first, before deviling into a woman’s past—no matter if it was just to ask her what she did last morning. “Are <em>you</em> new… to a place like this?” He mimicked her question, he didn’t want to seem rude, so he used her way of asking, also, he wanted to talk as comfortably as she did, so what better way than to mimic her words? “Do… do you like it here? I mean… ah~… what is done here, exactly?” He didn’t want to seem completely clueless, but he was, and he had no idea what was the point at the end; was someone going to start laying out pillows, and everyone disrobe and start one large orgy? He hoped it wasn’t one of those, less he loose his dignity by high tailing it the hell out of Dodge. “Are we…” He leaned in closer to her, and slowly looked into her hazel eyes with his rust colored ones, but then he couldn’t stare at her too long, so he looked up at her neatly done hair, cute little pins, “are we supposed to have sex?” He whispered, his thin pink lips trembling some, not of fear, but of embarrassment at being so clueless; he would have looked like a child, if it wasn’t for the hair that certainly grown on his top lip and chin.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Playing the Part, and Acting it Well (Reyne &amp; Black Orchid)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Reyne</strong> on <strong>23-01-2011, 19:56:37</strong>
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				His eyes were a pretty shade of brown, and they did not seem to stop anywhere on her body. They just flickered around like a nervous butterfly, leaving kisses of his gaze across her warm flesh and it made her smile. Rae liked that he it was hard for him to focus on one spot, it just meant he appreciated all of what she had on display. And while&nbsp; his glasses were a bit large, she just thought they were like windows opening up his brown orbs and giving him more room to glance over her figure. To which she just happily opened herself up for him to gaze upon. <br><br>Their eyes had met just for a second but he looked away so fast, she could hardly give him her smouldering gaze or even seen just what was hidden in those eyes of his. She sighed, she was not bored at all, she was more intrigued then anything. And when he began to speak her heart did a somersault at his accent, oh that was just delicious. Rae's dimpled smile just glowed from her beautiful face and she would lean towards him a bit, so that now their thighs were touching. "Gavri'el Lancer," she repeated with a gentle jump of her brows, "Wow, I like that name." His voice was not too deep but she had a feeling he was raising to keep up the impersonation of a rather shy guy. Not that she minded, because at times it would drop, and then rise back up, even his voice was teasing her.<br><br>Learning that he was new, she just nodded, and reached a hand out to touch his knee and slide up to his thigh to give a gentle, reassuring squeeze, "The beginners always have a hard time accepting they came here, it's a bit unsettling to be honest." She smirked and removed her hand, clasping her fingers over her lap she said, "Maybe you came here to try out a new side of you? Or maybe you came because you just felt drawn to it. Or maybe you're lying to me," she winked, "Maybe you have come to places like this before you just don't want me to know how experienced you are, hm?"<br><br>At his question,&nbsp; she paused and then said, "Kind of, yeah. I mean this is my first convention, but I know about stuff like this. To be honest I haven't been into this kind of thing for too long, I just started about half a year ago, for a few reasons." She paused andshook her head, not knowing why she just spilled out information like that, she just kept going with what he wanted to know and now what she felt like spilling out. "Yeah I like it, well."&nbsp; Rae grinned, with hims coming so close to her, and their eyes meeting, she had this naughty idea to make him even more nervous then he already was.<br><br>Leaning closer,she turned her head and her lips brushed his cheek before she whispered into his ear. "Yes, we're supposed to all have hot, sweaty sex on the floor come midnight and keep having sex for twenty- four straight hours. No bathroom breaks, no food breaks, nothing. Just sex." She giggled though and shook her head, drawing her head back, she tipped his chin and then lightly scratched beneath as if he were a kitten, "No silly. If you want to have sex you're going to need to get a hotel room."<br><br>Observing him a bit dramatically just to make him feel uncomfortable she said, "So, are you going to have sex with someone tonight then? I'm interested to find out who you have your eyes on." Her left hand lifted up and her fingers drew across the firm lining of his jaw, she made him look at her and smiled. <br><br>Rae was obviously teasing him, and jerking him around a bit, but he just seemed so easy to over power and move around like she wished, she wondered just what all was to this Mr. Lancer, and if he ever had the urge to fight back, heck, she wouldn't be surprised if he was still a virgin. But she could imagine that many other dominatrixes had taken him already for a right or two, he was hard to resist.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Playing the Part, and Acting it Well (Reyne &amp; Black Orchid)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Black Orchid</strong> on <strong>23-01-2011, 20:50:26</strong>
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				He truly thought she was going to kiss him; it wouldn’t have been the first time a woman kissed him randomly, on the first meeting. He sort of wanted her to kiss him, he wanted to feel her succulent lips against his, but she turned her head, though he still felt the silk of her tender skin against his cheek. When she began to whisper in his ear, her breath like an angel’s gentle fingers caressing him, he almost broke his good posture. God, she was something, he hardly even processed what she said until a second before she pulled back—she wasn’t serious, was she? An orgy, <em>for real</em>? He couldn’t handle that, he couldn’t, though if he had, he’d probably clamp on to her for dear life. Gavri’el looked around nervously, his legs were aching to spring up, but it didn’t want to move from the heated warmth she was giving off. Thankfully she told him she was joking, now he didn’t have to be seen sprinting out the door like some loser.<br><br>“Oh.” He laughed nervously, “I thought you were serious.” Gavri’el breath out a sigh of relief, though maybe he was a sucker for believing her, because he was trying so hard to see this as a negative. A pause seemed to find them, and he thought that he probably did something strange, and caused her to shy from him. Then he heard her question, and looked into her striking eyes, ‘sex’? Did he come here for sex? No, that wasn’t his initial plan; he didn’t really want to have sex with anyone, not even this ‘wife’ he was looking for. He wasn’t going to have sex with <em>anyone</em> tonight, but he did have his eyes on someone, a someone who he was staring into the eyes of right now as she pulled her soft hands down his jaw. Did he want to have sex with her? Well, it’s best to leave that answer as he was just a man.<br><br>What would it hurt if he went for being bold? No matter how desperate it made him sound, “Well, my eyes have been on <em>you</em>, for quite a bit.” And he meant that literally, and figuratively. Something about her just seemed… <em>fun</em>, he could see it in her eyes, it was something in there that he wouldn’t mind figuring out. Plus, she seemed like a really nice woman, and maybe she’d help him out. She said she had done things like this a few times, did she mean with her boyfriends? Or was it just a little gig. “Do you, by chance, ‘perform’?” He meant that in every form it could possibly mean, he needed an actor, a really good one, but he couldn’t come off as a sleaze guy trying to have a strip tease; he needed to find a way to put this gently, and non-offending as he could. “I… I’m not here because of what you think… I need a big favor, a favor that’s going to take up a lot of time, and I need a dominating woman to do that favor for me.” His voice trailed into a whisper, he was a little embarrassed, he wasn’t one to approach a woman, “I—I don’t want to degrade you, but I need a job from you; it’ll pay a beautiful price.” Damn, he hoped he wasn’t making her sound cheap, but he needed this, and he couldn’t bare stringing a woman along. “I’m sorry, you do not have to if you do not want to, slap me if I am going too far, crossing the lines, being a… creeper.” He was nervous, but he needed to grab someone, and no one else interested him as Rea did. Gavri’el broke eye contact, he couldn’t look at her, it was too nerve racking, he wanted her to slap him for being so insensitive, he was so sure many of the other women were close to doing so when they had come by. “But… you are just so pretty… really pretty.” He really hoped she accepted, he wanted her, and it would be a big loss if she refused. “Do you wish to ‘get a hotel room’ with me tonight, so we can talk this over?” He smiled, his grin lopsided and quirky, looking up at her, “I just wish to talk, if that’s okay with you.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Playing the Part, and Acting it Well (Reyne &amp; Black Orchid)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Reyne</strong> on <strong>23-01-2011, 21:44:11</strong>
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				The desire to kiss him had passed her mind a few times. After all, he had such pink, sweet looking lips, she wondered how they would feel against her plump mouth and how he would react to her tongue driving into his mouth. He might pass out, she figured, or melt right there on the spot. And while the thought made her smile as she pulled away and he looked around as if though he were trying to find the nearest exit, she knew she could only do that in more private quarters.<br><br>In the meantime though it seemed like poor Gavr'iel was about to wet his pants, had he believed her little joke? Ah, such fun to screw with such an easily twisted mind. She gigg;ed a little once he realized she was only kidding and nudged him. "No way, I don't participate in orgies, I'm much more classy then that." But then she remembered she was done up in leather and laughed with a shrug of her shoulders. "At least&nbsp; I consider sex to be something between two people, and not a whole group." Rae tried to make herself look a tiny bit better, though she wondered if it was working.<br><br>When Rae learned it was her he had his eyes on, she smiled, flattery made her blush just a bit and she wondered just what he had been thinking while watching her so closely. What came next though made her legs shoot back and her heels hit the divan as her thighs came together and her spine straightened, she turned to look at him, blinking in slight disbelief. "P-Perform," she asked, her brows came together, unsure of what he meant. He kept explaining what he meant and she just sat there, taken back by what he said and trying to wrap her mind around what he was telling her. A favor? He came here for a favor? Well plenty of men and women gave out favors here but was he...talking about something else?<br><br>"A dominating woman," she repeated, nodding as she tried to soak in the information. A job? Just what would she be doing? However at the mention of money her eyes brightened and her lips parted, she looked away, her long lashes were flutterng as she thought of what this meant. "So," she looked back at him, ignoring his compliment to her features and ignoring his request for a room, she just licked her lips, sighed and then got to her feet. "Here, follow me," she took him by his wrist and lurched him to his feet, while he was taller then her she was obviously a bit stronger and with her weight carrying her off with him in tow she went past the large double doors and down the halls, just to glance around and find a door that led into an empty conference room.<br><br>Slinging him around to face her, she crossed her arms under her breasts, pushing up her mountain like cleavage she said, "Explain. How much money are we talking here? And just what is it that I have to do? If it's something degrading or something pretty impossible, I'm out, but I'm listening, tell me what it is a pretty boy like you needs from me." Her voice got a bit more serious now, but when money came into the equation after a good time was just deined, she was going to need some details.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Playing the Part, and Acting it Well (Reyne &amp; Black Orchid)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Black Orchid</strong> on <strong>23-01-2011, 22:40:35</strong>
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				He had her now, he knew he did, but he was still treading on thin ice, he could lose her at any time, and that would be devastating. Gavri’el didn’t want to rush into this too quick, he didn’t want it to be an ultimatum to her, he wanted her to feel like it was a partnership, something she could willing accepted or decline whenever she wanted. And what better way to build a quick partnership than giving all of the facts out on the table, but he needed friendship right now, so he would tell her his passed first. She said ‘explain’ first, so he’d tell her the money amount later.<br><br>“My Ba—<em>grandmother</em> has passed away, and she left me a great amount of money in her will. But I won’t be able to get it, unless I marry someone.” He was being fairly honest, leaving out a few details here and there, but he didn’t want to overwhelm her. “I’m willing to pay you, if you would pretend to be my wife.” He let that absorb, but quickly continued before she could say anything, “My grandmother is Giselle Faurtinan, she is the owner of a special school called Ženské Pižmo. It is a school for women, who wish to be… Sex Goddesses.” He wasn’t sure what to call them, because they weren’t truly dominatrix; just little minxes who knew how to whip men. “It is a very prestigious, though underground, corporation.” Not many would know about it, only those with dark secrets would know something like Ženské Pižmo; it was for older, rich women who were either cougars, spinsters, or dominatrix. “My grandmother wants me to marry, before I receive her will, and she wants me to marry a dominatrix, to carry on the family tradition.” It sounded like a game, and it practically was, but his poor Babička really did want him to live happy, with a wife, kids, and carry on the Independent Woman’s influence. Though it would never work, he didn’t want to destroy a woman’s future by pinning them down forever, no matter how much they thought he was ‘adorable’; he’d ruin them in the end.<br><br>“You do not have to have any intimate contact with me; beside the occasional convincing kiss—once we are married, we won’t even have to see each other at all.” He was trying to make this seem like a good deal, maybe he wasn’t attractive, or maybe she wanted a different kind of submissive for her life, so he spared her the humiliation of dealing with him. “We’ll get the money as soon as we marry, but we’ll have to stay married for a short amount of time to be able to keep it.” He didn’t look at her at all, he was ringing his hands. He reached up and took his glasses off to clean them, a nervous habit, but remembered he left the cloth in the other room Gavri'el placed his glasses back on. “I’ll give you fifty million dollars, if you accept.” Oh, he hoped she would, she hadn’t slapped him, yet, but he was sure another wouldn’t be so kind.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Playing the Part, and Acting it Well (Reyne &amp; Black Orchid)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Reyne</strong> on <strong>23-01-2011, 23:14:38</strong>
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				Those brilliant eyes of hers just passed over his form as he&nbsp; began to explain what he meant. Who knew such a guy like this had such a huge favor that needed to be done. He looked pretty normal, a little shy, in his late thirties, but normal, not like a guy who ran around looking for favors from girls who were scantily clad. Then she remembered how she had a middle aged man come in just a few months ago to be strung up and whipped for hours by her and she remembered that even the most normal of looking people had some of the darkest secrets. <br><br>With her hands touching her curved out hips she nodded, he had a lot of money in waiting from his Grandma which wouldn't come until he was married. Seemed like a pretty raw deal, having to marry for money. She wondered how much it would be and her eyes picked up on how his suit looked rich even if it was a bit baggy on him. And then he told her how he wanted to pay her to be his...wife? What? Her mouth opened in disbelief, and she blinked at him as if he were completely insane. He just kept going, telling of a sex school Rae had never knew existed and kept jerking the ground out from under her, giving her one shock after the other. She looked off to the side as her arms came back down and she leaned against the long oak table in the middle of the room. <br><br>"A dominatrix wife," she murmured, looking up her eyes scanned over the boring wallpaper and she gulped, "Wow, that's messed up." When he told her she did not have to be intimate with him aside from a few kisses here and there she just frowned. She found it to be a bit upsetting that she would not even get to have a real honeymoon. That someone who could be her future husband would not even have to see her more then once a week. Looking down to his ringing hands, she was about to say something until he named the price and she gasped, audibly.<br><br>A cough escaped her and she banged on her chest a few times before saying, "F-Fifty? Million," she gulped and turned around with her hands on the table and bent over a bit, trying to catch her breath. So much money! So...much...but, could she do that? Could she really marry someone and then divorce just for fifty million dollars? She supposed it would be a lot smarter to do that rather then pitter patter around in her debt, she could save her future, and could start up a business, could move some where fancy and somewhere she's always dreamed...<br><br>Turning around she said, "I'll do it. I'll marry." Nodding she said, "I...I sound shallow probably but I need this, I need you, like you need me, and I need that money. So." She stuck out a hand, "I'll do it...just tell me what all we need to do and how it is I shall act for you."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Playing the Part, and Acting it Well (Reyne &amp; Black Orchid)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Black Orchid</strong> on <strong>24-01-2011, 02:02:28</strong>
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				It was Gavri’el’s turn to choke, he couldn’t believe she was agreeing, well, he hoped it, but he thought she would give him a hard time. He listened to her reasons, but it didn’t matter, he wasn’t going to think any less of her because she accepted to his pleading. Don’t think of it as being shallow—I’m shallow for dangling such a large about of money to get you to help me.” Could one really put a price on a person; if they could or couldn’t, Fifty million was a fun guestimate. “Think of it as being an actress.” She was right in guessing that he looked wealthy, because he was. She didn’t know it, but he was giving her half of the money owed to him; Gavri’el didn’t really need the money, but it was nice to get it, he also would miss the large amount he would be paying her.<br><br>Yes, the role she would have to play, “It will have to be realistic… so we can’t just rush into this.” His family was very particular, and they break his legs before they let him marry someone they didn’t approve of. “We’ll have to be seen together for a while; you know… go on false dates.” It would be like a normal relationship, today would be like they just met, and it was, so they were doing pretty good right now, “You’ll have to fill the role of a dominatrix—though, I am sure that is fine for you.” He chuckled, and looked her up and down, but then his face fell, “I’m sorry, that was crude of me.” He looked up at her with pleading eyes. “You’ll have three months to deal with me, and then I’ll buy you a ring… and if you ever want to back out, my proposal would be the best time. I just need you to pretend you like me…” Gavri’el smiled softly, then looked away again. He reached into his suit pockets, which was made behind the lapel, and pulled out a black contact card. It held his name on it, and under it said ‘Pes Dom’, all in gold lettering. It also held a phone number on it. “Don’t accept just yet,” He could bare for her to regret her decision, “call this, when you think about it, or if you need any more questions answered.” He handed her the card, and look back up at her, “Do you have anything I can reach you at?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Playing the Part, and Acting it Well (Reyne &amp; Black Orchid)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Reyne</strong> on <strong>24-01-2011, 02:40:46</strong>
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				Rae could hardly believe she was agreeing to this herself. However she knew this would be her only and only opportunity to become a multi-millionaire, and if that meant she had to agree to marry a guy and stay married for a few years, she would do it. It was probably a bit wrong, but considering how the world today was, the sanctity of marriage was a bit ruined. So another divorce somewhere along the line would not hurt anyone so long as no kids were involved. And since Rae was an avid use of birth control, it would not happen at all. "Actress," she sighed and nodded a few times.<br><br>At what he said she smiled and then went on, "Alright, so we'll start off just dating, false dates too, hm. How do false dates even work?" She supposed a lot like real ones but, couldn't they just say they went on dates if that was the case? However, she wouldn't mind a few nights out with him, after all, Gavri'el was a good looking guy to have by your side or across from you at the dinner table. At what he said, her left brows rose and she laughed, "Hey, don't be like that Gavri'el, you're right. Being a dominatrix won't be that hard, you should know though&nbsp; I am still just a rookie at it&nbsp; but I will do whatever I can to make sure you feel like you're with a pro, and that your family believes it." <br><br>Three months of dating? It didn't sound so bad, and in the end of it all, she would get a ring, an engagement, and then a wedding following by a fortune. She could do this. She inhaled and nodded a few times, "Okay, sounds like a play, ah?" Pretend to like him? Well she already thought he was extremely good looking and very...cute. "Just pretend," she said, a bit playfully, and smirked, "That's too bad." Taking his card she looked it over, "Alright. I'll call you come tomorrow with the same answer," meeting his eyes she winked and then looked around.<br><br>"Hm," she went to one side of the room and bent over where a gathering of file cabinents and things were she pulled one open and tore off some paper, she wrote her number down and handed it over. "Here," her full name was written down, Raziel Rene' Reyes, with her nickname penned in as well. "Call me when you want to go on our first date, I'll be waiting." With a smile she turned and walked out of the room with his card tucked into her corset and her heels making a steady beat down the hall way as she headed back to find her friends and leave.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Playing the Part, and Acting it Well (Reyne &amp; Black Orchid)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Black Orchid</strong> on <strong>24-01-2011, 05:12:11</strong>
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				This was just swell, he couldn’t believe his luck, and such a nice girl to. She said she wasn’t experienced in being a dominatrix, well, that was fine, and independent woman could dominate him, so it wouldn’t be hard helping her look like a good one. His sisters would be please, the family of females would catch word; then everyone would get off his hide. He exited the room a few minutes after her, and went down the stairs—taking the elevator this time—he then walked to his car, and drove home.<br><br>Gavri’el wanted to give her a few days alone to think, so he didn’t call her until three days passed. He told her to meet him at a club, it was high class, elegant, but he asked for her to dress in something fetish styled. She might have seemed confused to wear something like that at a club lounge, but he insisted it would be for good cause. They would be going to Deezk, a classy club that many of his grandmother’s clients tend to. Here, one would find women in fur to leather material, animals draped over their shoulders, and men across their laps.<br><br>He choose this club for a reason, and that was indeed because many of his grandmother’s women would be there, watching him. It really didn’t matter where he’d go, they’d managed to see him, so he chose the more obvious spot, and cut out the middle man. He wouldn’t pick her up at her house, he didn’t want to make her uncomfortable, he was a stranger and all. So he waited at the front of the club, dressed in a nice navy blue double-breasted suite; the shirt was white, and the tie was a vibrant shade of blue; he had a splash of red lace sticking out of the buttonhole, that looked like a red flower. He had on dark brown shoes this time, that weren’t as shiny as the back ones, but had nice shiny wooden heels. He waited at the beginning so she wouldn’t be lost, but then a limousine pulled up, and out popped a woman he didn’t wish to see right now.<br><br>“Gavri’el, Broskyňa!” The woman said, covered in her thick white mink coat, the coat only reached her boney knees, but the black stockings and high white heels made him wonder if she wore anything up under it. What did she look like… oh, one of those prostitutes. “You’re back now?” She question, excited, and rushed to him and hugged him. He was afraid to hug back, because he truly thought he might break her. She was what age now? Fifty? He couldn’t remember, he hadn’t seen his aunt in so long, he forgot how old she was the last time he saw her—not like she probably told him, anyways. Actually, he only remembered her because of the pale white hair she had since he was born, and the many beauty marks she had littering her face—plus she always had on oversized fur coats—not to mention the heavy tan. But he wondered how she knew him? Guess it was because he looked a lot like his grandfather.<br><br>“Tetička, how pleasant.” Gavri’el said, and pulled back from her.<br><br>Once he did, she slapped him, “Where have you been? Your Babička’s been mailing, and you show once she’s dead?” His aunt scolded.<br><br>Gavri’el grabbed his cheek, and looked at his aunt a little startled, “She’s your <em>mother</em>, where were <em>you</em>?” He’s been here for the three months she was still alive, and that added up to now—the sixth month—and he never seen his first aunt.<br><br>He felt a sting in his thigh, and bit back something, he wasn’t sure if it was a cry, or what, but the sound gurgled in his throat. Out steps his cousin, who was holding a crop, which undoubtedly swatted against the side of his knee. Her pale lip were twisted in a sneer, her fake read hair pin straight and down to an unnatural length right under her bottom; even in a ponytail. He wore a latex green dress that went to her mid calves, and split on both sides; the split was so high, it would have shown her panties, if she was wearing any.<br><br>“Brat leaves for a while, and thinks he can get cute.” He knew her, she was the oldest daughter of his aunt, proof that his aunt wasn’t ‘<em>twenty</em>’ years older than him, because his dear older cousin was a good five years older than him.<br><br>Gavri’el didn’t fear her as much as he feared his sisters, but Antisha wasn’t one to be underestimated… well, she wasn’t one for <em>him</em> to underestimate. “I’m sorry, Teta Blanca.” Gavri’el apologized to his aunt.<br><br>“Oh, no hard feelings, doll, come, let’s find us a table for four.” Blanca said, waving her hand over to the door man.<br><br>“Why ‘four’?” Gavri’el asked, he’d definitely need one for Rae, but how would they know that.<br><br>“Joshua, baby, you’re so quiet; say ‘hello’.” Antisha called, lifting the hand that didn’t hold the crop, and it held a leather leash, connected to a strapping young man who had no shirt on, and if his pants weren’t so black and shiny, it would have looked like he didn’t wear pants either; they were so tight.<br><br>“Ah’llo…” The man said softly, his blonde head was shaved on the side, but it was hard to tell with the black lace blindfold he had around his eyes; it was also strange to note that the leash was connected to his wrists.<br><br>“Please, make it five.” Gavri’el told the doorman. It wasn’t uncomfortable, Gavri’el was used to this, but he found it off putting to see the man blind folded. “Why is he blindfolded… If I may ask?”<br><br>“I’ll tell you as soon as you explain the extra seat.” Antisha question with a quirk of her blonde eyebrow.<br><br>“I’ll tell you as soon as she shows up.” Oh, oops, he just ruined it, oh well.<br><br>“What, what, what? You must tell, Broskyňa, are you dating now?” Blanca asked. He was known for being single; he was one of their toys that they broke into to be the absolute submissive male. He wasn’t around his aunt and cousins much, but they knew that he ran away from home to break from them, but the damage was already done, and now look what they turned him into. “At least tell us her name…”<br><br>“Raziel Rene' Reyes.” He could do that, he needed the doorman to escort her to them while they waited inside.<br><br>“You have to tell us all about her.” Antisha demanded, she really wanted to know this woman her little cousin was dating; she had no idea of the will, and truly believed him to get a submissive, just like him—maybe even meeker! Because of the ridicule he went through.<br><br>Antisha didn’t know her grandmother much, Gavri’el and his sister’s mother was favored over her mother Blanca, so she wasn’t raised by the teacher of Ženské Pižmo, the <em>owner</em> of Ženské Pižmo; Giselle, a woman who put the feminist in feminist. Some believed it was because Gavri’el mother produced Gavri’el, a spitting image of their grandfather. That’s why his aunt didn’t really like him much, because his grandmother favored him, a male. The walked into the room, which really didn’t have a table at all, it didn’t even have chairs. It was a red and champagne colored lounge that had circle indents in the floor, pillows laid everywhere for people to sit on, and lay about. The floor was like a large red silk blanket was thrown across the entire floor, it moved around when you walked on it, it felt as if it was moving, but it was nailed firmly to the floor. There were small tables in the dents in the flooring, though they were covered by the silk that covered the floor, making it seem like tiny square hills.<br><br>The group sat at one of the free spots—Antisha was kind enough to help her… Joshua—Joshua, with much guidance, laid across Antisha’s lap like a kitten. Many woman had men draped across them, some with more clothes, other with less; there was a lot with none but a lace shawl. Many were nude here, and Gavri’el certainly feared an orgy from this place; it wouldn’t be the first time he went somewhere dealing with his family and the dragged him into an orgy. He hoped Rea was able to find them, he also wished she would come soon, maybe he could hide with her when they start pulling out the cattails.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Playing the Part, and Acting it Well (Reyne &amp; Black Orchid)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Reyne</strong> on <strong>24-01-2011, 06:14:11</strong>
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				After leaving that convention, Rae had some time to speak with her two best friends who had made off with multiple mens' numbers and a few free give aways.&nbsp; She asked them questions that they called pretty random, but they always played games like this and came up with the most out of the blue questions just for a game to test the workings of the other two. On the way home in Cyn's car, Rae leaned over to poke her head through the space between the passenger and driver's seats. "Hey guys, what would happen if a random, hot, and shy guy asked you to marry him in exchange for fifty million dollars for just a small amount of time and then get divorced after a certain amount of time just because he couldn't get his full fortune from his dead grandmother's will until he had married? Would you do it?"<br><br>For a moment there had been a terrible silence in the car followed by Alex going, "Heck yeah I would. Fifty million bucks? Heck I'd have his baby if he asked me to leave right after the kid was born and I got to have all that money." Rae laughed a bit, she had expected that from Alex, but looked to Cyn to see what she had to say about it. The woman inhaled slowly and then cleared her throat, she seemed to be having a hard time just thinking. She turned a corner sharply and asked, "You said he's good looking?"<br><br>"Yeah, really cute, kind of nerdy looking but like a model as well, and his mannerisms are freakin' adorable." Rae smiled, watching as she saw the muscle in Cyn's jaw work before she said, "Right okay. Hm. Yes. I would do it. Besides, being married to a hot guy and then getting a small fortune, is definitely worth it." Rae nodded, both of those answers assured her and she would sit back, looking down as her fingers laced together and her body tingled with a feel of hot and cold, she was unsure if her decision was the right one over all but it seemed like a pretty good deal. "What would you do," Alex asked and glanced back to Rae.<br><br>"I would do what you guys said. I would marry him." <br><br>A few days later Rae got a phone call from Gavri'el himself, she smiled when she heard his thickly accented voice asking her to meet him a club that night. She agreed of course, since she had never been to a club like the one he mentioned, she wondered just what she was supposed to wear and what it was she was supposed to expect. And when he told her to wear clothes that clearly displayed her dominatrix side, she blinked, he wanted her to wear something like that? Was he going for shock value? Or was this a place where leather, whipe, lace, spiky hills and chains were greatly appreciated.<br><br>She took her time getting ready and deciding what to wear. She finally settled on a cherry red leather dress that went to the middle of her thighs, it was backless and went up around her neck like a halter top, her heavy, soft cleavage was exposed as well as the vibrant curves of her form. She had on black fishnet stockings with a pair of red heels that laced up to her ankles and lifted her up three inches into the air. Her brown hair was let down, thick and luxurious, it smelled of cherries and was styled into gentle, attractive waves. Her eyes were lined in black and her lips painted with crimson, she had in her red dangling earrings and picked up her small hand bag as she put on a black Peacoat to cover up her dress and headed out of her cozy apartment.<br><br>Once she had a taxi, she was off heading to the club called Deezk, she stepped out of the vehicle with her long hair fluttering around her shoulders and her long, curled lashes fluttering up and down. Approaching the front, she smiled to the bouncer and said, "Ah, Hi. I'm here to meet a...date." "Name, miss," he looked her over curiously.<br><br>"Ah yes, my name is Rae...or, uh, Raziel Rene' Reyes." She gave a wave and the man smiled, "Come on in, your party is waiting for you." When Rae first stepped her foot into the club, she just stood there, a bit in awe as she saw the lay out of the area. It was nothing like she had ever seen before, with a floor that made her feel like she was walking on a trampoline and people lounging all around with half naked to, practically naked, men on the laps of women. For a moment Rae just stood there, feeling completely out of place and over whelmed. But in the midst of all the red, she saw a shock of blue and realized it as Gavri'el, with him were a few other women as well as what looked like a boytoy.<br><br>Approaching him carefully, she went to the table with a small smile and her dimples showed up sweetly, "Hello," she said, letting her purse down, she undid her jacket and slid the material away from her arms and curvaceous form, showing the proud red dress that broughght out her bronzed curves so dramatically. <br><br>Getting to her knees beside Gavri'el she looked at the women and then to him, "Who is this," she lifted a hand then and ran her fingers through his hair like a worried owner would to her pet, she wondered if acting now would be best or if these people knew. She just went down though and smirked, "You never told me we might have company...hello, my name is Rae. And who might you fine women be?" Though to be honest they hardly looked fine at all, they all sort of scared her with their rail like figures and puckered lips, their make up was a bit over done and one of them looked way too old to be in there, but she just waited for their names, smiling all the while.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Playing the Part, and Acting it Well (Reyne &amp; Black Orchid)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Black Orchid</strong> on <strong>24-01-2011, 08:46:48</strong>
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				Gavri’el was growing wary of his kin’s picking; they were like chickens, or rather vultures. Man eaters, and when you think about, it didn’t always mean in the sexual way. They were vicious, and he was free game, there was no woman he was tied to, and wasn’t he just charming in that darling little suit—like a little businessman! How did he know this, because he could hear the women talk, not whisper, why whisper, he wasn’t claimed by anybody, maybe the old lady with silver hair; oh shit, that was Blanca Vcrux! He was obviously off limits. Antisha smiled, she could hear the talks, it was cute how charming her family was; hey, it might be weak, but they were blood, and that meant she was allowed to be proud that her little cousin was a heartthrob. His little pani better scamper quick, before he’s hooked and hogged tied… again. Antisha balked on her wine as she saw a woman in be led by the door man to their table, she still didn’t believe she was actually coming to sit over here with them until she actually greeted them, took off her coat—wearing a <em>way</em>~ too tight dress—and petted her little cousin.<br><br>“Hello, darling.” Blanca was first to greet, no one could really tell watch she was thinking, as she had a killer poker face, probably because her Botox made her look so ‘young’ and ‘chipper’.<br><br>“Hello, sugar.” Antisha said next, and Gavri’el awkwardly mumbled a meek hello, still feeling the shivers of the women; Joshua wasn’t allowed to talk unless told—he was in <em>trouble</em>.<br><br>Gavri’el leaned into her fingers as they raked through the top of his hair, it felt so nice, he nearly didn’t comprehend her question. “Oh, I’m sorry… I… I’m sorry, I didn’t know this would happen—that they would come like this.” He was fumbling, not only for their ruined date, but because of how she was making him flush, so. He hope she wouldn’t back out of their deal, they were supposed to talk about their future plans, but that was ruined with his aunt and cousin. They couldn’t know the plan, they might of not care like his sisters would, but his two female kin were chatty, and word would spread like wildfire.<br><br>“I’m peach’s aunt, Blanca <em>Cruz</em>.” Blanca started her last name heavy with an accent, “This is Antisha Borix, née Vcrux; my daughter, and her husband, Joshua Borix.” That was probably the only thing these women held onto, and that was taking on their husband’s name; it didn’t matter, a girl was always their ‘heir’. Gavri’el flinched at his aunt’s use of his pet name, only she used it; she called him peach because she said he was ‘soft on the outside, and sweet on the inside’, it made him blush with embarrassment that she’d call him that in front of his date, even if she was a fake one—he’d definitely be explaining that name later.<br><br>“So you’re little Gavri’el’s Mistress?” Antisha asked, petting her husband. Were they serious, little Gavri’el willingly having a mistress? That was a sight to see.<br><br>Blanca wasn’t so shock, she knew of her mother’s will, and how Gavri’el was requested to get a wife; the sweet little boy, no matter if the woman was dead, she still controlled his life and decisions. Oh, look at that, they were wrong, the little duck wasn’t owned by Mistress Vcrux. Who was that silly little girl? Obviously no one important, she’s never been seen around places like this, though never did they see the boy, either. The talking was loud, and it was obviously focused on the group, though it was ignored, and highly welcomed by Gavri’el; word should spread much faster.<br><br>“So, tell us, Rae, have you ever heard of us before?” Antisha asked, messing around with her win glass, “We understand that many do not know about us; not even little Joshua at first.” Antisha started, her voice was sharp, but sadly that was just how she talked, nothing personal. “How long have you owned little Gavri’ell?” It was degrading that she was calling him ‘little’, he was way over the age to deserve that cute prefix, but she knew that, and did it on purpose. “Oh! A deals a deal, Gavri’el, you know how I’m a woman to my word.” Antisha said, looking over to her twitchy little cousin. “We learn how to train men,” Antisha began, turning back to Rae, “I’m not sure how much Gavri’el told you, but we pride ourselves in keeping our men in <em>check</em>.” She looked down to Joshua, who laid comfortably in her lap. “Just the other day, Joshua told me he was keeping <em>secrets</em>—now we can’t have that, now can we?” Antisha laughed, looking over to her mother and Rae in agreement, “So, he told me that he still liked to look at other women—that he found them attractive.” She was laughing, like she was preparing for a really funny joke, “He didn’t have to tell me; I didn’t even question him about his twitches—that’s how you <em>know</em> when their hiding something.” Her hand waved about, nicely painted blue nails flicking in speech, “So, seen he was a good little boy in telling me this,” She laughed, getting closer to the ‘joke’, “I decided to punish him by making him blindfolded for a month, instead of throwing salt in his eyes!” She finally finished with a cackle, and Blanca joined in.<br><br>“Oh, I do love that story each time you tell it, dear.” Blanca said, tapping her on her bare thigh.<br><br>She was joking about the salt thing, or was she? Gavri’el didn’t really know with his cousin, but he guessed there was his answer to his question. The story might have not seemed that funny, the punishment not really that creative, but deep down, Gavri’el knew that the two women were getting their kicks from the fact that poor Joshua actually told on himself. A man was completely broken when he couldn’t even lie to a woman—even when he knew he was to be punished for it. Joshua, only at age twenty seven, was already a whipped and broken man.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Playing the Part, and Acting it Well (Reyne &amp; Black Orchid)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Reyne</strong> on <strong>24-01-2011, 22:21:19</strong>
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				Rae managed to fake a caustic, unpleased smile that their date had been ruined. While she hardly cared that these two biddies had interrupted them she had a feeling a true owner would have been angry had her date been ruined by these two. Their little names for her was unsettling, and their eyes looked like they were trying to be unbiased but in the end Rae knew they were judging every single inch of her. Which was fine since she was judging them too. They hardly looked like real women, they looked like a sack of bones each, covered up in fur.<br><br>"Ah I see," she looked down to Gavri'el from her kneeling position and said, "I'll let it slide this time then," but she raked her nails down the side of his neck before pulling him away completely.&nbsp; <br><br>Being introduced to them, she nodded to each and gave a smile of greeting, "Nice to meet you both," addressing Gavri'el as a peach was a bit new to her ears but she just rose her brows and then went on, "I am. I'm Raziel Reyes, a pleasure to meet you both. I recently met little Gavri'el here and well, one thing led to another, and now, he's mine. Isn't that right kitten," she winked over to her "boy toy" and then looked back to the women with a dazzling smile. <br><br>And while the voices were spotlighted on the two of them, Rae hardly noticed, she was simply focused on the small group in front of her and how she was going to deal with them. Rae had never been in a true acting performance, she had always been better at singing or doing her art work on the computer, and while she loved to watch things like plays and movies, all the tips and pointers completely went away as she was faced with this challenge.<br><br>Since they were Gavri'el's family, it was a bit weird to see them here, she supposed he was telling the truth, his Grandmother really did have a school for women to learn how to dominate, and it passed through the generations now, it seemed. It made her skin crawl a bit at the thought of her own Granny teaching her how to make a man grovel at her feet and stay hooked on his leash. <br><br>When Antisha asked her question, her head shook a bit, "No, well, Gavri'el mentioned you all but that's it. And ah, a couple of weeks now," she smiled with her light lie. No one would know right? Just two weeks it wasn't abnormal to have a growing ownership between the two already, was it? <br><br>However, the topics changed and Rae learned exactly why that poor man's eyes were covered, her own husband, rendered blind because he thought some women were pretty? She found it too degrading and a bit cruel for her tastes, sure she was used to making men crawl to her and service her with a crop riding their behinds, but that was it. Once they were out of the private room, they went back to normal. True there were some things she hated having pushed on her and she dominated her work space rather well but that was it. Making a man unable to see at your order though with a piece of cloth wrapped tightly around his eyes and he stayed that way? It was a remarkable thing to see.<br><br>Was she just so scary he had no choice? Or was he that much if a spineless male that he wanted to do these things? It confused her to no end, but she just laughed at the end of it, her hand coming up to rub Gavri'el's back and then run up the length of his hair from his neck around to his ears. Salt in the eyes? What was this? Torture and snuff kink time?<br><br>"You must really have a hold over your husband," Rae commented, "How impressive. Gavri'el here, he's usually quite willing to do whatever I want but sometimes I have to break him in, poor thing, if he would only learn."<br><br>Leaning against him she turned her head and whispered very lightly into his ear, "When can we talk?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Playing the Part, and Acting it Well (Reyne &amp; Black Orchid)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Black Orchid</strong> on <strong>25-01-2011, 04:59:22</strong>
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				Gavri’el really didn’t know this was going to happen, he just wanted the people around him to see, not have his cousin and aunt ruining his good time, even if it wasn’t really. They needed to get an understanding of things; first, stories weren’t made yet, lies no plotted. Gavri’el had a feeling that he was being watched, and not be the kin that was in front of him. What were the odds that they would come to a place like this? Not that they didn’t, but what was the occasion? Gavri’el had a sneaky suspicion that an asymmetrical Queenpin ghosting his trails. Oh, he knew she would, that’s why he chose this place; what were they thinking? That he was going to start his search here? No, that would hold too many memories. Rae touches were making him… uncomfortable, for lack of a better, less embarrassing word. He didn’t really know how to react, well, appropriately, so he decided to do what he always did; act like an awkward git. Each part of him that she touched went pin straight, he was sure the hair on his neck would too, as she caressed it. a meek smile softly appeared, and he looked over to her, pretending to flush at her comment, to make it seem true.<br><br>“Joshua understands the consequences.” Antisha agreed, Rae’s petting making her subconsciously t him. “Ha! Gavri’el, he’s always been a little difficult; too sweet for his own good.” Antisha well understood that, “One could only guess the message gets mixed up, when you’re under the care of a woman like Babička. He get the urge to please women too much, always trying to be a step ahead, and make the choices before us—he just needs to understand that, that is what <em>we</em> want to do.”<br><br>Gavri’el enjoyed how she talked as if he wasn’t there, no, really he did; okay, that was a lie, and the first was sarcasm. He hoped Rae wasn’t too uncomfortable, they weren’t like normal BDSM fetishes; this wasn’t chains and ropes, bound and gagged, this goes way beyond that. You had his side of the world, which was women who enjoyed it when a man was so broken, that he’d need his mistress’s approval before he could breath, then it was the other side, where the gender was reversed. The bad thing of it all was, that both submissive <em>wanted</em> it; they craved that control, they craved been told what they could and couldn’t do, how long they should do it, and when they should stop—some disobeyed, just for the negative attention. Submissive might have weak and spineless, but in reality, they were playing the part, just to get what they wanted in the end—their master’s love.<br><br>Gavri’el felt Rea lean over, and he turned quickly and kissed her on the lips. He didn’t pull away, he just turned his head—his lips brushing the corner of her mouth, against her check, to her ear. “Let’s go to the Black Room.” He whispered a huskily, though you couldn’t call it a whisper as he purposefully made it loud enough for his aunt and cousins to hear.<br><br>Gavri’el stood, and smiled down at her gently, holding out his hand to help her up. Blanca and Antisha choked on their wine as they watched the two go. Gavri’el was gentle, he really was, but he tried to make it look like she was leading him, and not reveal that he was actually dragging her off in fear. He didn’t want them stopping him and boggle him with questions; not only would it be humiliating, but they might try and convince them to stay, or worse, ask to join! He led her to an opening in the wall, which was draped over by a red curtain. Those he walked by turned to look at them, blowing kiss at not only him, but Rae too. Passed the curtain, there was ruby beads hanging from the ceiling, they would have to push them out of the way for a good two yards to get by, though there was nothing wrong with walking through it. It was a hall that nearly looked orient, if it weren’t for the Slovakian patterns.<br><br>“Sorry about that, I think they knew I was coming here—it’s a reservation place.” Gavri’el finally spoke, releasing her hand, “Their not much of a problem; it’s the immediate family we have to worry about.” He continued, and brought her to a door after a while of walking.<br><br>Opening the painted glass door, he brought her into one of the many Black Rooms; beside the name, there was nothing black about it. It resembled a Red Light District, with the classic red light and all. The room was large, but no one was in there, just furniture; more pillows surrounding a medium platform in the middle of the room, a silver pole ran up to the ceiling, oh, and of course the naked man chained to it. The man wasn’t <em>exactly</em> naked, as he had red leather leg warmers, and a red spandex thong. His wrist was in handcuffs, one each on the side of the pole; it gave him freedom to move up and down it as much as he wanted, and he did, as he had nothing else better to do—the blindfold made sure of that.<br><br>“We can talk in hear all we want—and don’t worry—they,” Gavri’el nodded to the male dancer, “are sworn to silence.” As crazy as it was, they were; these subs would rather die than cross their mistress, so a command was taking seriously. “We can talk about anything here, even use names, nothing would leave this room.” Gavri’el walked over to a red pillow, and sat down—funny how this was the Black Room—when the lights were red, and for better affect, the actual room was white; maybe even the dancer’s outfit. “So… is there something you want to clear up… you, you’re not having second thoughts, are you?” Gavri’el suddenly changed to one of wariness; he probably shouldn’t have taken her here, for their first date, but he wanted her to know what he was all about, he didn’t want to <em>lie</em> to her, he wanted her to feel very comfortable around him. “We don’t have to live like this once we’re… married,” He blushed, she must think he was sick, that he liked this sort of stuff, that he lived this way. “you’ll have to stay with me—but it’ll be like we’ve never met! You wouldn’t have to see this, or me, at all!” His eyes were apologizing, and slightly frighten, but shame and embarrassment was probably the main emotion in it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Playing the Part, and Acting it Well (Reyne &amp; Black Orchid)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Reyne</strong> on <strong>25-01-2011, 05:52:43</strong>
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				Learning just a bit from Antisha, Rae's eyes would study Gavri'el a bit more carefully. Apparently a man like him wanted to please a woman did he? She could see what the woman meant but there was also this underlying mood he held that made her wonder if he really did enjoy pleasing women or if it was all an act. Because really, going out and having to seek a dominate woman just to get a fortune did not seem like the easiest way to live unless you were truly a submissive. And while Gavri'el had the personality of a Catholic School Boy there was also something hidden that made her deeply interested. Whenever she touched him, she could feel his muscles bunching up underneath and he seemed to be shying away from her, time to time, but leaning back just to give a performance that was believable. <br><br>"But sometimes, he's very sweet," Rae said in slight defense of her toy, but she paused, "However, I suppose you are right, making things with out my permission and surprising me with stuff," she shook her head, "It does get a bit annoying especially when he does something to please me that just makes me mad in return. The other day he tried to feed me watermelon, all cut up and cute, little did he know I was allergic to the stuff. Tsk, silly boy, I had to really give him a flogging that day." She was making it all up of course and she wasn't even allergic to anything besides citrus fruits and peanuts, but her cold voice showed that she was truly displeased. Just like a true mistress.<br><br>When he leaned forward and their lips lightly touched with his breath cascading along her cheek, she blinked and nearly blushed at the sudden closeness of their bodies, but she nodded at his whisper which everyone could hear and she smiled. "Seems like my peach wants to play, excuse us," she had no idea what the Black Room was but from their reactions and the simple name of the room she assumed it was for more private times between a couple, or even a group. "Nice meeting you all," she winked and got to her feet.<br><br>Her hand took his when she did get up and once they were together she walked by his side, her short legs had to run to keep up nearly but she managed to keep pace. Looking at the curtain, she blinked and soon passed by it. She hardly noticed the others behind them, winking and smiling, blowing awkward kisses that would have made Rae grimace any other day. She was just so curious about this new place she had no time to look at the weirdos that inhabited the spaces there.<br><br>With beads clinking as they kept walking Rae had to make sure she did not get strangled by any other strings or suddenly tripped though she almost slipped a few times she managed to regain her balance pretty fast. "It's not a problem, I was&nbsp; just surprised at all I had no idea how to act, heh, and I wanted to make sure it was convincing, sorry if I made you feel weird back there. I just took on what everyone else was doing and tried to fit in." She followed him into the room and paused as she saw the man hooked to the pole.<br><br>Her brows furrowed as she saw him, he would have been handsome had she seen his eyes, he was well built but the leggings and thong he wore made him look a bit odd as well as the blind fold. She had half a mind to try and free him but she supposed if he wanted out of this life style he could have done so long ago.<br><br>Shaking her head she just took a seat on one of the pillows and blinked through the sea of red light. She wanted to rub her eyes but was afraid to mess up her make up. "Hm?" Looking at Carter she saw how alarmed he was, and she laughed, "No.Not it's not that. I'm not having any second thoughts at all, I just wanted to talk to you about the details of our fake relationship and what all you expected of me. You told me a little bit the other night but not enough for me to fully know, so I was simply curious."<br><br>Her left brow rose a bit and she asked, "So, why exactly did your grandmother put that in your will? And what's up with your immediate family? Also, why did your aunt call you a peach of all things?" She leaned back against the pillow and crossed her leg, her eyes shimmied over Gavri'el's form and his choice of clothing. While his style was different, she liked it, a lot. It suited him for some reason and she found herself wanting to see more of what he pulled out of his closet.<br><br>"Gavri'el, can I just make something clear. Once we move in with each other and get married, can we at least be friends? I don't know if you'll ever love or if I'll ever love you but I do like ou and I would prefer being with you in secret as at least friends rather then strangers. Besides, if we become watched by everyone we're going to need to put up a pretty impressive show don't ya think?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Playing the Part, and Acting it Well (Reyne &amp; Black Orchid)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Black Orchid</strong> on <strong>25-01-2011, 08:31:17</strong>
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				Gavri’el sighed in relief as she said this—that made him feel really good; he feared he might have scared her off. She was asking about his grandmother, and her reasoning; oh boy did her know. He knew exactly why she was doing this; his sister was <em>way</em> off… well know, she had the ‘she loves you’ part right, but it went way deeper than that, deeper than anyone but him and his babička. She was a crafty one, she was, and she knew exactly what she was doing when she made it. Though he couldn’t tell her, no, no he couldn’t, she would hate him, she would be disgusted, she’d back out and leave him; and he knew she might not of liked him, but he still wanted her help. Gavri’el laughed the first question off, as she asked about his family.<br><br>“I don’t really know why babička put that in there, maybe because I’m weird… I wouldn’t ever get married if she didn’t…” Gavri’el looked up at her, “… I don’t really do well with women.” He gave a lopsided smile, that was true, he gave a nervous laugh and looked at the floor. “About my sisters, they want me to marry who they want.” Gavri’el began, he could tell her all about this, he didn’t want her cut off guard again, even if she was very convincing out there. “They don’t choose who I marry, it’s not that sort of deal… it’s just… if they knew this was a fake… not only could they null in void the contract, but they would literally scratch my eyes out.” And every bit of his soul, the little sirens. “Oh, she calls me peach because how I act; I have five little sisters, so growing up I was surrounded by a lot of emotions—I guess you could say that made me a little… sensitive.” He flushed, and reached up for his glasses, pulling out the napkin to clean them. “I was sort of an angle when I was little, always doing what I was told—a ‘little gentlemean’. She called me that because of it; a peach—you know—soft on the outside, sweet inside?” Believe it or not, she told him this to his face. She did name him that because of his personality, but also for sexual things—<em>soft</em> outside, <em>sweet</em> inside—but he couldn’t bear to tell her that!<br><br>He listened to her next statement, and he paused—she actually wanted to be friends with him? She liked him? She even said it! He thought maybe she wouldn’t want anything to do with him once he gave her the money, she could have left him be; she would be a millionairess, and his sisters wouldn’t bark so much once they were wed—she’d be second guessed, a lot of ‘I hope the divorce’ would pop up, but that was all—no one would watch them anymore. Friends? Yes… they could be friends. He was never friends with a woman, but if this was a friendship with one of them, it seemed pretty damn easy.<br><br>“Yes… we should give them a good show.” Yes indeed, they would need to play the part of husband and wife; she didn’t know, but he had a business he maintained, and that meant many gatherings were she would now be his lovely hostess. If she lived in his house, as his wife, she’d have to feel comfortable, like it was habit. As… friends—he smiled—they could still pretend to be husband and wife, even when people weren’t watching, so they wouldn’t feel rusty. “Are you really allergic to watermelon?” Gavri’el suddenly asked, he remembered her story, “Because I’m a terrible cook, and I wouldn’t put it past myself to poison my girlfriend.” He laughed a small little giggle, that was odd coming from him, and then paused. “Oh—I’m sorry—I didn’t mean you were my girlfriend—I’m sorry, that was crass of me—I should never have said; I don’t mean to get fast with you.” She was going to slap him, she could slap him, he was already calling her his girlfriend, and they just met.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Playing the Part, and Acting it Well (Reyne &amp; Black Orchid)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Reyne</strong> on <strong>25-01-2011, 09:32:12</strong>
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				Listening to Gavri'el now, Rae decided this would be the best time to simply open up her mind and heard all about what sort of things she would be possibly facing. Having been met with this,she had been a bit shocked but it was not something she could not handle, it was just a bit surprising at first and hard to deal with when no warning was given. But Rae figured if she could just know a little more then maybe in the future dealing with such things would not be as big of a problem. When he first told her why his 'babicka' as he called her, did such a thing to him, she wondered just how weird the handsome man really was. He had come off as shy and a bit unconfident, but there was more to him, as there was to all people so she wondered just what all went on in his little head. She understood he did not get on well with women and she just nodded, smiling back with understanding.<br><br>Gavri'el spilled a bit more on his family and the secret of his nickname, which made her think instantly of sexual references. She wondered why his aunt of all people had come up with such a name and she wanted to ask if anything had ever happened between him and members of his family but she decided that was her going a bit too far, too soon. "I see, hm. Will you be sweet to me too," she smiled, "Once we live together I won't really command of you to do anything drastic, but it would be nice to know that I was living with an angel, and then married to one," she giggled. "So many sisters. Bah, it would have been hard for me to handle, I..." she paused. She did not go into detail very often about her family, simply because it was always restricted, but she said something anyway, "I was an only child for a long time, but even so the siblings I have I don't know very well at all."<br><br>Gavri'el seemed flustered when she mentioned how they could become friends, it seemed to her like he had never considered that concept before, friendship with a woman. It made her smile the way he reacted and at his question about her allergies she just shook her head, "No, actually I think watermelon is delicious. I am allergic to citrus and peanuts though, which sucks. Citrus makes me tongue swell up and peanuts cause me to have either intense reactions like seizures or throat swellings, or they have the possibility of killing me, heh. So, let's just agree that once we start living together, you don't cook me anything unless it can be microwaved or just put in the oven, hm?"<br><br>Leaning towards Gavri'el, she had a slightly naughty and teasing idea pop up in her pretty mind, getting on all fours, she crawled towards him. "You don't mean to get that fast with me? Really," she pouted her lower lip and whispered huskily, "Well that's just too bad. I was kind of hoping we really could get that fast," getting closer to him as he was perched on the red pillow, she glanced at the dancer on the pole and smiled before looking back to her little Slovakian boy toy and pressed her breasts against his arm with her front to his side, her nose nudged into his jaw with her lips parting and breathing warm air across his neck and down the collar of his suit. <br><br>"But I suppose," she kissed his skin, right over his pulse, "If that's not what you were trying to do, I can just let it go," but her left hand rose and she squeezed his thigh, "Boyfriend." She giggled and pulled back with twinkling eyes, looking at him she said, "Was there anything you wanted to ask me by the way? I'm sure we'll continue to learn more about each other in time but surely you must have some inquiries towards your future wife?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Playing the Part, and Acting it Well (Reyne &amp; Black Orchid)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Black Orchid</strong> on <strong>25-01-2011, 20:46:33</strong>
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				Gavri’el blinked as she got closer to him, his breathing stopped, and then took on a deep rhythm; shallow breaths raked his ribs. God, he could feel her soft mounds just beneath the red leather, he wished he wasn’t wearing such thick material, and he just had to wear the suit jacket. Her warm breath did indeed make it down the neck of his suit, and her two heat packs was doing a good job warming his arm. Gavri’el closed his eyes, the images that was running through his mind, they ran through his mind way before this, but now it was coming back for another lap. She most certainly didn’t want him to get fast and fresh with her, she wouldn’t want that, oh but he would, not now, when they were married, he’d give her what she was ‘hoping’ for, even if she didn’t know what she was putting herself into.<br><br>“I… I don’t t—think… you…” Gavri’el shuddered as she grabbed his thigh, he heard the name she called him and it was so… cute, such a cute pet name. Even though it was simple, and common, he liked that she called him that; oh, what other names he wished for her to call him—that, too, would have to wait once they were better acquainted.<br><br>Oh—Gavri’el opened his eyes—to know more about her? Well, that hadn’t really crossed his mind, if they were to befriend, he could only guess it wouldn’t hurt to find out more about her. “Of course, I would like to know about you; if you are comfortable with it.” Gavri’el reassured himself, looking down at her… bust, he didn’t know what to look at, and he wasn’t sure if he chose and appropriate spot, but he couldn’t bear to look at her shinning eyes. “I… I want to know you’re opinion on BDSM… or rather, Dominants and Submissives.” He would have to trail this carefully, he knew his life style was strange, and out of the norm of what she might have witnessed before him; these people were deadly serious, not fun and games, they had Doms who controlled everything about a Sub, marrying each other and living happily; Subs were dolls, and they loved being played with, having choices chosen for them, even if they didn’t like it, they knew they would in the end, and was happy that their Doms forced it into them. “How far have you ever went? In Dom/Sub relationships.” He wanted to know, did she want to live like this forever? Was she still testing it out? Or was it a sweet little hobby ever first Saturday?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Playing the Part, and Acting it Well (Reyne &amp; Black Orchid)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Reyne</strong> on <strong>25-01-2011, 21:25:05</strong>
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				Rae giggled as she got the reaction she was hoping for. Gavri'el seemed nearly frozen with her, a statue of young lust and nerves, it just made her like him even more. To get such expressions and sounds from with a simple push of her body against his, it was thrilling. She liked knowing that her body held such power over his cravings and needs. Her eyes glanced along his face and she smirked before sitting back. Even the moment when he tried to talk it came out as weak and full of longing, she wondered if their relationship would deepen in time, she wondered if their honeymoon would consist of more moments like these, even if their relationship was a scam, having sex with her husband would not be too wrong would it? Nor would having sex with her future room mate who also doubled as her boyfriend. She wondered what sort of ring he would get her for their engagement normally she would be freaking out by now by how she was indulging herself in fantasies with a boy she had just met but since they had this all planned out, she just went with the fantasies.<br><br>When he began to ask about her, she nodded, "I'm comfortable with it, besides, friends should know a good deal about each other right? Let's see," she saw his eyes drift down to her chest and she smirked. "My take on BDSM huh? Good question, hm." Taking some time to let her mind wander she crossed her legs and leaned back with her lips puckered before she said, "I think my take on BDSM is, it's more a sexual hobby, like. I dunno, your family they seem so extreme, I mean, I just feel sorry for the men, to be honest. I prefer having my moments of making a man cry and beg for me and do whatever I say strictly remain in the bedroom. Outside of it though I want us to be equals, I want to hear what he has to say about certain things, I want his opinion, his advice, and his actual, I don't know, that dominance that comes from being a man taking care of the house."<br><br>She sighed and said, "I haven't been doing this long though, just six months, my best friends introduced me to it after I broke up with this over bearing douche bag, so they thought it would make me feel better to dominate some men, and it did. But at first I just did it for practice, and then I got paid for it because I needed the money and then it turned into more of a hobby." Running her fingers through her hair her eyes met his and she smiled, "The furthest I've gone truly is once in public, I put a collar on him, he wanted it, but I felt weird when he followed me around like a puppy, so I let him go. He was actually upset with me. I don't know I guess it's just hard for me to treat people as objects when it's not for kinky nights strictly."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Playing the Part, and Acting it Well (Reyne &amp; Black Orchid)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Black Orchid</strong> on <strong>25-01-2011, 22:27:07</strong>
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				Gavri’el listened to her story, which was great, he loved that; she would fit so nicely with him. He was might have been submissive, but he didn’t too much care for dominatrix, Gavri’el wasn’t sure with women, having them in his life—a relationship. He liked Rae, he really did, but he didn’t know how much good he’d be for her, he was already degrading her by paying her to marry him. This might actually work out, she wasn’t crazy like his family, she was just having fun after all, he wouldn’t be threatened and ridicule in his own home; it just might be fun living with her. Gavri’el looked up, but only to her lips, he liked how the move—he liked how they felt—he wondered if she’d let him kiss her again? She seemed okay with it, and though they didn’t <em>need</em> to show public affection, he’d still do it anyway, even if she thought he was acting.<br><br>Rea would make a good Lancer’s wife; he could already tell that right now, she was fun, and very flexible to the changes around her. Such a good actress too, that meant she knew how to get into character, and she would need those skills for the next six years. He didn’t think she’d fit quite right with his business, she still seemed like she’d be able to handle that, too. He would need a woman like her on his arm for his employees to see; she’d make a great example to the other women. Gavri’el knew it was inevitable, his family ways was just too hard to break from, so it wasn’t odd for him to take on a job very much like his Babička had. He had a feeling his Ba’ knew all about his job, as to why she was putting him up to this. Did he need her money? Well, who didn’t need money, but was he doing it for the money? Kind of, him and his grandmother was having a bet, though no one voiced it, they were challenging each other, and the winner was paid; his grandmother in the knowledge that her way of life was true, and him in all her millions. He’d play this game for her, he’d prove himself to his grandmother one more time; he’d only hope she was watching so that she could see him win—just like dedko.<br><br>“It is odd, not everyone enjoys the life of being controlled. I… I don’t really like it, but it stirs something in me… being in a setting like this.” Gavri’el said, gesturing to the room. “I can’t say I don’t… <em>crave</em>… a life like this… I just… it have to feel right.” Gavri’el rambled, he probably didn’t make any sense, but he couldn’t get out what he was trying to say. Not because he didn’t want to tell her, but because he wasn’t sure how something like this should be said. “Some people are Doms, others are Subs—every one belongs to either or—but every ‘thing’ doesn’t fall into on category…” He didn’t know how to tell her, he didn’t know what else to say, “Do… do you like being taken care of, Rae?” His rust eyes looked up at her’s, “Do you want to be pampered, by the one you love… would you liked to be worshiped?” He was seriously asking her this; he wanted to know, he wanted to know which one she fell in, “Would you like a man to take care of you… willingly give you everything you wanted, even if you didn’t ask for it?” Gavri’el’s eyes were a little darker than normal, as if he was in thought, chocolate swirls danced beneath the iris like golden snakes. “Would you be happy with that—happy with a man who cared for you as if you were a fragile vase, a famous painting; expensive, beautiful?” He would do that for her, he would take care of her like that once they married, he wouldn’t treat her as a submissive, but as a man, a man who could truly appreciate a woman, and give her all that she wanted—even if she didn’t know she did.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Playing the Part, and Acting it Well (Reyne &amp; Black Orchid)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Reyne</strong> on <strong>25-01-2011, 22:58:49</strong>
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				Rae still was a bit unsure why she was doing all of this. Was it for the money? Mainly, but she knew deep down she had this urge to help Gavri'el. She did not know why she wanted to help him but something about him and the story of his family had her wanting to console him or at least, rebuild him. She was no expert on these things but she knew how tense families could be and how easy it was for your own flesh and blood to ruin you with words, or looks, and if what she thought was true, his family had done a bit more then that. She wondered how different he would have been had he been born to someone else. Perhaps his need to shy beneath a woman's touch or gaze would have faded, maybe he would be the dominate one instead, it was sad how much a family could shape out your entire personality, your flaws, your weaknesses, your pet peeves.<br><br>As he spoke to her, she just listened with a gentle smile on her mouth and a shining in her eyes. It was hard for him to speak about sexual things, she figured, he knew more about how to be submissive then he did about being really sexual and tender with someone. His words were fumbled up and it seemed like he might break and say 'forget it' at any second, but she was patient, she just listened and nodded, with her body leaned towards him and her heart skipping around inside of her chest.<br><br>At his questions, she just sat there for a second, listening to the ways a man could treat her, a far off look entered into her gaze and a fantasy seemed to be playing as she imagined what it would like to have a man do that, willingly, to treat her like a princes and to love her enough to want to do all of the things she enjoyed without her needing to ask. She smiled, looking down, she nodded, "I think...I would be. I've never truly been taken care of before, mostly it's me taking care of myself, the only people who have ever helped me when I was sick or knew when I needed pampering and time to relax is my best friends.So to find a man who knows what I need and is willing to get the things I crave and do the things I need to feel better...I would be, happy I think. It would be really nice to be treated as if though I were priceless."<br><br>Biting her lower lip she shook her head, "But I don't think there are many men out there capable of doing such things, at least not for me, heh. It's nice to dream but sometimes the dream just alters reality and you realize how much darker life is. I figure, since, I've never been treated like I deserve, why should it start now, ya know? Then again maybe I'm just a bit of a pessimist." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Playing the Part, and Acting it Well (Reyne &amp; Black Orchid)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Black Orchid</strong> on <strong>26-01-2011, 08:37:43</strong>
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				Gavri’el smiled; she wanted a man to take care of her? She wanted to feel priceless, and valuable, like a little golden orb. He would treat her that way, she was exactly what he thought, and he’d help her understand it, but that would be at a later time. Gavri’el turned to her, and locked eyes, “You are, thinking that way only makes you push all other possibilities away; if you think a man like that would never come, then you won’t recognize him when he does.” Gavri’el said sincerely, lifting his hands and cupping her cheek, they were a little rough, but he hoped it calmed her.<br><br>Gavri’el moved closer to her face, looking into her eyes, “Have anyone ever told you, that your eyes look like a forest vista, with shining streaks of golden sunlight, peaking though the leaves?” Gavri’el said, growing closer to her face; their noses was side by side, forehead touching, but his head was tilted in a way that kept their lips separated, breathing her air. He wanted to kiss her, he always wanted to kiss her; he couldn’t help it, she was pretty, but he wouldn’t, she wasn’t exactly ready for how he wanted to kiss her, because he wouldn’t stop if he did.<br><br>Gavri’el pulled back from her, “It’s getting late, and I shouldn’t have you out this late; curfew at ten, and all.” He grinned a little awkwardly at his joke, standing up, and holding a hand out for her.<br><br>Gavri’el was pretty sure the red light was going to make going outside uncomfortable; it was called the Black Room for the only reason that it was black to the dancers; they didn’t see the red, as they were blindfolded. Now Gavri’el wished he was blindfolded; he might even take his glasses off just to save himself the sting. It was dark in the halls, so they were spared for a moment. He didn’t say anything as he walked with her through the halls, going passed the beads, and through the red curtain. He squinted and looked around, his aunty and cousins weren’t there anymore, and he was glade; people didn’t stay long since it wasn’t really a club, just a lounge for socializing, sort of like a café as they waited for a later schedule.<br><br>Once they were outside, Gavri’el turned to Rae, “Well… I guess this is it; until next time, huh?” His lips twitched, he was smiling to much, he’d have to stop that. “Goodnight, Rae.” He whispered, bringing her hand up—that he was still holding—and kissed her knuckles.<br><br>Gently releasing her hand, he turned, and walked to his car, closing his eyes as a smirk slithered onto his face—that was <em>such</em> a better form of glee.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Playing the Part, and Acting it Well (Reyne &amp; Black Orchid)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Reyne</strong> on <strong>26-01-2011, 08:57:18</strong>
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				The feeling of Gavriel's warm and slightly calloused hand drew Rae away from her reverie and she lifted her eyes to his own, blinking in languid motions that showed her mind was back in reality. It was odd to feel so anchored back to the earth and just a simple touch but it was also...encouraging. What he said made her blush, though the red light hardly showed it, the heat beneath his palm would at least give him an idea of her reaction to his words. <br><br>With Gavri'el coming closer Rae slightly backed away but she was still being touched and their bodies were still clashing with heat, she blinked several times as he described her eyes which many others had tried to paint with words in the past, but no one had quite used such descriptive words before that made her heart dribble into nothing and explode within her body. Warmth ran down her body and through her finger tips and with him coming even closer, she whispered shyly, "N-No, no one has ever...told me that before." She gulped, lifting her face towards him, she was ready to feel and taste his kiss on her mouth. Instead, he ran back and she blinked as she quickly pressed her lips together to hide the pucker they had formed.<br><br>"Ah, haha, yeah. Right. Curfew, ahem." She rolled her shoulders back and licked her lips before getting up to her feet with her fingers sliding through his. She mentally cursed herself for nearly falling into his arms and pressing her lips to his. Falling in love would just ruin their plans, and while Gavri'el was one of the nicer men she had ever met in her life, he was still just a stranger and she knew that most men always had a different side but she was hoping this was not the case.<br><br>Making their way out of the Black Room, Rae groaned the moment her eyes were met with normal lighting and red splotches appeared across her vision. She could hardly make out figures in the room from squinting and applying some pressure to her eyes, making her way out of there with Gavri'el, she sighed once the cool night air hit her face and she could suddenly see correctly again.<br><br>Turning to her date, she smiled, "Until next time, of course." With the kiss on her hand, Rae nodded and turned herself to her own little car, heading the opposite direction. As she went she contemplated if she had any idea what she was getting herself into, chances were she had not an inkling of a clue but she was willing to find out anyway.<br><br>Besides, millions of dollars was definitely worth spending her time with a submissive but interesting man. <br><br>If only she really knew the truth. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Playing the Part, and Acting it Well (Reyne &amp; Black Orchid)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Black Orchid</strong> on <strong>27-01-2011, 09:34:11</strong>
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				Sure enough, Gavri’el received a call from his eldest little sister; she didn’t pretend, or beat around the bush, she bombarded him with questions of the girl he was seen with. It was only the first date, so he told her nothing, just that he was ‘searching’. Gavri’el took Rae out a week after that, and called her once a day just to ask what she did. He didn’t mind if she didn’t do anything exciting, he just like knowing what she did from the moment she woke up, to the time she went to bed. Rae was surely growing on him, so a friendship was easily blossomed during the moving three months. They’ve learn a lot about each other, as much as the next person allowed, and Gavri’el was becoming more comfortable with her. He was no longer nervous around her, and felt less pressured when he spoke with her, so after many dates—some normal, other strange, a few <em>interrupted</em>—Gavri’el figured it was time to hear her final decision, and possibly propose. Sure, proposing was a lot of pressure on a woman, some might feel incline to say ‘yes’ even when they wanted to say 'no', only because they didn’t want to embarrass the man. But in this case it would be different, he would ask her if she was ready, before making a scene with a little box. Speaking of which, he hoped she liked it, he didn’t question on her jewelry type, since it was his grandmother’s own engagement and wedding ring he would be giving her. That, too, was one of the many things that became his once his grandmother died, a lot of other things, too, but his sisters, aunts, and cousins also received a lot of her mementoes, paintings, and furniture. His eldest sister got her school and mansion, and he got her millions and family rings; though the rings were an heirloom from their grandfather, it was cute seeing his eldest little sister green with jealousy.<br><br>The simple zephyr flower, a beautiful and delicate flower—exotic—every form is unique yet simple; and like a flower, it was also powerless and weak without someone to take care of it, thriving when someone watered it, placed on the sill to soak up the sun, and taken in at night to have its beauty gaze and enjoyed. The flower knew what it want, and often what it needed, but without an owner’s tender care and control, it most definitely would not survive. Faurtinan’s family flower would now be Lancer’s crest; though Gavri’el didn’t know how far that would go, exactly, seeing as this marriage—the only one to carry the Lancer’s name—was all a hoax. Gavri’el knew his dear grandfather would understand, though, so that saved him from feeling too guilty about it.<br><br>Gavri’el looked around his house, he’d be sharing it with another person now, that would be a first in a long time, a <em>long</em> time. Sure, he had a few people stay at odd hours on end, but never longer than a night. That would be new, very new, he would have to accommodate to her; nothing in here was for a female, she wouldn’t be very happy with the place, though it was very elegant and nice, it was really just all his stuff. She wouldn’t move in with him immediately after he propose, but get her stuff together, and her thoughts, as she prepared the long stay with him. Though he suppose he should buy her some things before she came, just so she could know that he was preparing for her. Maybe a few books, shows, and womanly furniture, to place in her own room—oh, and a room—she’d most definitely need her own room; he wouldn’t think she’d be comfortable sleeping in his bed so soon—why did he just think ‘so soon’? It should be ‘at all’ really, they were just pretending, it would be inappropriate of him to have her sleep in his bed, especially after just three months of <em>friendship</em>; maybe when marriage came, he could see how she felt about it. Oh goodness, there he goes again, thinking like that, she wasn’t like that, he knew; she might have thought like he hoped, every woman did, if not, slightly, but she was still stuck in the dominance mind, she might surely hate him if he tried to take that away from her, try to allow her to feel like the woman she should be. But, did she want it? Did she want him to treat her like a princess—no—a queen? A goddess, new to this earth, who needed to be pampered and worshiped. She would be valuable, and expensive, <em>priceless</em> even; Rae could be a da Vinci piece, an orient vase, a China doll placed on the highest of pedestals, lovely and fragile. She would need a room with a lock, because, goddammit, if he kept thinking like that, he wouldn’t be able to contain himself. Though, it’s a shame that no doors but the front and back held locks on them; Gavri’el only guess he’d have to try and contain himself. Speaking of rooms, he should get her a nice little dresser and vanity—every woman should have one, or at least a mirror and a closet—she’d need clothes and makeup to fill them, it would be such a pleasant little gift for their engagement.<br><br>Checking his deep black suit, Gavri’el fixed the forest green cravat that was tucked in tightly into the black waistcoat, which really couldn’t be seen with his frock coat fully button. His back slacks was of soft loose material, that was still form fitting, and bunched at the ankles over his black Balmoral shoe that was shine to up most perfection. Gavri’el face was nicely shaven, but he left his small mustache; normally he didn’t leave the bit of hair on his chin, but tonight was something special. Too bad he didn’t have the patience to keep dying his hair, she probably didn’t notice it much, but during the second month, he stopped, and a golden tint was tainting the brown. It was just too much work trying to look good for a woman, but he had to pretend he was trying to ‘clean himself up’ for the sake of his sisters always watching him. Though all of this wasn’t really for his sisters, or family in general, he did all this to find himself a dominant, and now that he found one, he surely wouldn’t need to continue; once his ring was on her finger, and the vows were spoken, he would have completed the contract. Plus, they were ‘friends’ now, right? She wouldn’t hate him just for being himself in his appearance, now would she? He’d still be her <em>sweet</em> little archangel, he’d be her caretaker—an angle to do everything for her—just like she wanted.<br><br>Gavri’el called Rae again, and this time it would be for the last time; he invited her out to a high class restaurant that would hold no BDSM qualities in it at all, but she was highly welcome to come in whatever she wanted, she was also highly recommended to make it something spectacular—green, too. Gavri’el sighed as he hung up the phone, that was the last call; either she’d refuse at dinner, and never see him again, or she’d say ‘yes’, and see him at his house in two weeks. Gavri’el looked around, well, one thing was sure, this house was big and empty, it would be nice having a life other than his own living in it; oh, he do hope she would accept, he didn’t want to prolong the five years looking for another—studying another—because she decided to get cold feet, before they were even at the alter. Gavri’el pulled up to the building that read Clair Vaunt, a quaint restaurant that valet cars. This time, Gavri’el was going to wait for Rae, and luckily—this time—no members of Gavri’el showed; he long since believed that they weren’t <em>actually</em> bugging his calls. But he was sure someone was here, some rich bitch who had friends, who had friends, who had cousins, who were friends with those related to him; three months already, and everyone underground was sure to know Giselle’s ‘sweet little grandson’ was back. He fiddled with the vibrant red silk flower pattern boutonnière, he always wore it on their dates, the small lace of silk that spilled out like a tiny firework; he wore it their first date, and every other after it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Playing the Part, and Acting it Well (Reyne &amp; Black Orchid)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Reyne</strong> on <strong>27-01-2011, 10:18:39</strong>
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				Three months had come and gone. It was one when Rae thought about it,how twelve weeks of dating and constant phone calls and text messages would ultimately lead to "the big date" that would then tumble into another period of engagement. It made her a little nervous. Three months had gone so fast, and in those three months her career as a Graphic Artist had risen rather fast, she was not sure why either but she was getting hooked up with some of the biggest companies to design logos, web sites, cards, promotional videos, whatever they wanted, she could do. At first she wondered why, how, what was going on to make her so successful, she actually asked Gavri'el at one point if he was setting up her career to bigger companies, the cute thing had said no, so she wondered. And then she looked through her personal projects and portfolios, searching for clues, and then she got it. She was inspired! So in a way, Gavri'el Lancer was indeed hijacking her career, but in a subtle, pleasing way.<br><br>Her pieces were soft, elegant, flirty, and infused with something oddly professional but also creative. Beyond that though, her entire personality was shifting bit by bit, and whenever she met up with her best friends, they noticed the way she glowed, commented on her smile that split her face wonderfully, and the way she giggled or checked her phone. They knew she was dating someone, had even seen pictures, but they had never met the man. However they could tell that their friend had the definite hots for him. Rae refused that she was smitten, they were simply dating as friends, but Alex's dark eyes sucked Rae into this void of where she knew she was lying while Cyn spoke cool, calculating words that rang true on just what Rae's angle was in all of this. So they knew, they knew about the relationship but not to the extent that Rae knew.<br><br>Rae honestly liked Gavri'el, at first she had limited him to being only her friend, besides, it would work better that way. But as the days continued and they would talk about nothing but never run out of things to say, she found herself picking up on the things she liked about him. She knew a better deal about who he was now then before but it had taken time, they had built trust, a relationship, a friendship. And she was happy for that. He knew about her favourite colour, (Blue), her favourite food, (Mexican), the fact that she was deathly afraid of Clowns and Tiny Spaces, how Disney Movies were her favourite ever, how she used to be in a few bands as the lead singer, and how she was oddly attracted to blond men and men who were tall and burly, almost like lumberjacks.<br><br>She still was a bit secretive about her family, the most he knew was that they were basically estranged and that her father was an important man,but that was all. She left out the drama, the hate, the way she felt like a prisoner in her own home for years until she was kicked out. He knew about her mother though, how beautiful the Spanish woman was, how she cooked the finest food ever known to Rae's tongue and how she sang her to sleep, and about how she had died from a terminal illness.<br><br>But there was still more to know, oddly enough, and Rae kept pressing forward to know all there was about Gavri'el though she noticed how he usually turned the questions around on her and she just went with it. She figured in time and years of marriage, he would tell her. <br><br>When the call came for her to meet him at a fancy, interesting restaurant, Rae would smile and agree to come, she told him she would be there right on time and that she couldn't wait. Once she hung up she began to get ready. <br><br>Rae's curvaceous form was tucked into a green dress of lace, it was sleeveless with a heart shaped cut that pushed up her heavy cleavage and made the descent to her waist very easy on the eyes. Her tummy was flat since she had on a pair of spanx beneath the dress that fell to her knees. The lace was intricate and smooth, beneath it was of a soft, silken material, but the overlay of the fine, thin designs gave it a richness that complimented her voluptuous shape and the tone of her bronzed skin. Her feet were slipped into a pair of strappy green heels that gave her two extra inches and made the muscles of her calves become much more defined.<br><br>Her thick brown hair was curled and styled around her beautiful heart shaped face. Her eyes were lined Kohl and shadowed with soft shades of greens, browns, and golds, that only brought out the same colours in her orbs. Her long lashes were painted and curled, and her full, thick lips were painted a deep pink. Diamonds twinkled from ear lobes and a necklace hung around her throat.<br><br>Truly, she was dressed to impress and as she stepped out of her car with her silk green handbag tucked into her palm, she made quite the entrance into the richly made restaurant with her smile dazzling the man up front, she looked around and asked if Gavri'el Lancer had already sat down, after all, this place was reservations only. Learning that he had, she nodded and asked to be escorted there. With her head held high and her heart pounding deep in her chest she approached the table and smiled when she saw her date, "Good Evening," her voice was silky as her handsome male escort pulled out her chair and then pushed her in.<br><br>Leaning forward she murmured, "This place is gorgeous, I've never been here before. How are you, my sweet," she winked, figuring she better play this evening up as best as possible, there was just no time or room for mistakes. And while she hoped they were alone, she knew that sometimes people could be watching, either one of them.<br><br><br>Looking at Gavri'el she found him just as handsome as ever, she enjoyed the way his hair fell and how only every date that same red silk boutonnière appeared, it made her feel a bit of a connection to it, and it just always managed to compliment his suits. With her left brow arching she said, "Have you ordered yet?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Playing the Part, and Acting it Well (Reyne &amp; Black Orchid)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Black Orchid</strong> on <strong>28-01-2011, 01:50:33</strong>
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				Gavri’el heard her come up, and watched as she was placed in her seat delicately, he even heard what she asked, but he couldn’t answer her, as his eyes roamed over her dress; draped in his favorite color, was Rae’s soft luscious curves. She was nicely wrapped in the rough lace, but he was so sure the silken material beneath it protected her fragile skin. His two favorite materials, lace and silk, mixed with her creamy bronzed skin; the shadows of her bosom richly emphasized by the sweetheart cut. It was a lovely, elegant sheath dress, and for the first time ever, with any woman, Gavri’el thought of taking it off. He would remove the dress, though keep the green heels on, they would point to the sky, her brown curls would spill into her cleavage—along with the diamond necklace—as he towered over her, <em>and took her on her back</em>. Gavri’el coughed and cleared his throat, he hoped she only thought he was ogling her, because there was a fleeting feeling of <em>loath</em> that passed through his turmoil of emotions, and that might of made his features darker than he’d like.<br><br>“Good evening…” Gavri’el slowly composed himself, and smiled softly, though his eye was glued to the dress, dancing over every turn and curve the silken pattern made. “I’m doing a lot better, now that you are here.” It wasn’t just something cutesy to say, it was true, he was a little nervous.<br><br>His fingers kept brushing over the suede maroon box in his jacket pocket, the little velvety box that made many thoughts run through his mind; like if she was ready to accept this, or if he was even ready to give it to her. This would lead them into the next step—take them halfway to the deal they made—would she still stick with their agreement, even if he proposed? She was a human, with rights, at any time she could take the ring off and leave; could he let her do that? Did he want to go looking for another, endure the long process of finding a woman who would accept the burden of living with him for five plus years? Someone who was desperate for money like she was? He knew why she needed the money, more than what she had told him, he knew from the very beginning what went through her mind we he told her of the large amount. Not when they first met, but the three days it took for him to call her, the true reasons it took him three days to call her. Before he could answer her next question, the waiter answered it by placing their first meal before them; it was a dish of her’s that she had ordered on one of their later dates, it was the ice breaker for her favorite cuisines, Mexican, one of the more traditional dish. He had the same for himself, as he did enjoy it, though he wondered if it would taste better if her mother had cooked it; he wondered often, if she could cook like her mother.<br><br>“Yes, I have; there will also be dessert, too.” A chocolate strawberry cake, and when that came out, he’d show her the ring, but right now, he had to question her about how comfortable she was with him, now. “Where do you live now, Rae?” Gavri’el asked, reaching for a bottle of red wine, and pouring it into two glass, his and Rae’s; it wasn’t truly wine—that was something he didn’t drink—though it was a bottle of finely squeezed pomegranate juice, a cup of cider inside it to give the juice that tart—yet sweet—taste wine sometimes had. “W-would it be easy, to leave it once we’re… um, ‘together’?” He didn’t want to say ‘married’, just in case they were being watched, because then it would seem to stage, so he let it seem more as if he was hinting on it. “I could arrange for all the things, you wish to keep, to be moved over with me… when <em>that</em> time comes.” The time of their engagement; sure, she’d soon have furniture for herself at his house, and things she could buy that was way better than what she had now once they were married, and she had fifty million, but she might have something she would want to bring with her, something that money couldn’t buy, or just something she wouldn’t want to buy over again. “How do you like your meal?” Gavri’el added, just for conversation, going into his own dish afterward. “Also,” Gavri’el paused, and looked about as he leaned in closer to her, “you do understand, that once we’re engage, you’ll have to live with me, for the time being—until marriage.” Of course she didn’t <em>have</em> to live with him, some couples didn’t move in <strong>until</strong> marriage, but for his family, and a traditional Independent Female, they would be living together; and since she would be head woman for the Lancer’s house, she would most assuredly be owner of his house, by right. It was complicated when the man married in their bloodline, because he would have to forfeit his things over to the newcomer, and even though he wouldn’t really be giving his things to her, it was a lot more comfortable, as he had a house meant for a family and guests, so he could surely rent it out to her, without making Rae feel too intimate with him. “Are you comfortable with that?” Gavri’el asked, concern in his eyes, he really wanted her to accept, but he still didn’t want her to leave a sense of privacy that was owed to her and her person. "Do you accept living with me, for five years?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Playing the Part, and Acting it Well (Reyne &amp; Black Orchid)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Reyne</strong> on <strong>28-01-2011, 03:08:38</strong>
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				For a moment it seemed Gavri'el had lost all the will to speak. She looked at him pointedly with her long lashes fluttered a bit in question. Just what was going through his head? He seemed dumb struck, and she wondered if it was because of her. If that was the case then it made her smile to herself as she looked down and her eyes glanced along the rich feeling table cloth. Looking back up her brows rose as he finally spoke. She nodded, grinning as she responded, "Evening." She saw his gaze glued to the material of her dress and she knew he appreciated the effort she had put into dressing for him. She had actually managed to buy this not too long ago for a night like this. She knew his favourite colour was green and she was hoping to one day surprise him with it, and with a night like this she just felt like this was right the decision.<br><br>Rae sat back when the waiter came and blinked down to the dish that held the rice, the chicken covered in spices and cheese, the tortillas and the vegetables. Inhaling of it, she smiled as memories of her mother making the same dish flickered through her head. Truth be told, Rae was not too grand of a cook, she had tried before for her few boyfriends and friends to cook for them when they came over, but the only skills she had in the kitchen was for desserts. Actual meals, she just did not get the hang of. But cakes, cookies, pies, brownies, etc. She could whip up something to melt another's sweet tooth almost instantly.<br><br>Looking up at Gavri'el she grinned, "You remembered what I like," it touched her for some reason, it struck her as sweet and sentimental, or maybe she was just a sucker for romantic crap, that seemed more likely. With her glass becoming full, she was glad to know it was not alcoholic, it was one thing they shared at least. Rae was not much of a drinker at all, she had last gotten drunk when she was twenty-three at a party. She ended up half naked and dancing before a male friend of hers ended up carrying her out of there over his shoulder and taking her home.<br><br>She took a sip and smiled before she began to eat, looking at Gavri'el she blinked and swallowed before answering, "Just a small apartment, in Bramblewood. Um," she paused as she thought about how living with him might be. Propping her chin in her palm she hummed before smiling and saying, "Yes. I think it would be easy to leave that place and come stay with you, my apartment is very small and my workspace is my bedroom. So getting out of there perhaps with a bit more room would be a definite plus." Nodding a few more times she said, "I don't have many things to move, I just need to move my clothes really, and things like my computer, books, nothing like furniture needs to be moved, unless," her voice dropped, "I need to move my bed if that's the case then I will." Thinking about it she added, "I will need a desk but I would have to buy that once I was moved in, unless you have on already?"<br><br>"This meal is delicious," Rae was quick to answer before taking another bite. "What do you think? I told you this stuff was really good, hm?" When he leaned in, she leaned over, blinking as he spoke and nodded a couple of times. "Right, yes, of course I know. That's fine." Getting a room mate so soon was a bit over whelming but she thought that maybe they would only become closer, and besides, it was modern times, moving in with your fiance was not unheard of, in fact, it was encouraged. "I'm comfortable," she smiled as she held eye contact with him, "The question is, are you? Will me moving in make you feel odd or over whelmed?Because if so I can just wait but, five years with you in the same house doesn't really seem to bad. After all," she smiled and winked before leaning back, "I love you," it was just for show, but, it sounded rather convincing, "Spending my life with you is what I want."<br><br>Digging into her meal she asked a few seconds later, "Gavri'el, I will have you know though. I am a horrible cook but I rule at baking, I tend to moan and move around in my sleep, I like things like video games, ah yeah, I'll be moving my systems in as well, I spend hours at a time working and in my own little world. I love to cuddle, watch movies, sing, and walk around the house half naked."<br><br>With a playful look gleaming in her eyes she said, "You scared of living with me yet?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Playing the Part, and Acting it Well (Reyne &amp; Black Orchid)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Black Orchid</strong> on <strong>28-01-2011, 06:31:10</strong>
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				“No, it’s fine; you’ll have a fully furnished bed room.” Gavri'el assured her.<br><br>He had that for her, a room for her to sleep in, but he didn’t get her some new clothes yet, or anything, really; he’d need new bed sets, blue, and she would have to have a theme, probably the same swirled patterns she held on her dress. Gavri’el most certainly wouldn’t be uncomfortable with her in his home, it was more of the fact of would <em>she</em> be uncomfortable living how he lived, truly how he lived; was she ready for a true dominant and submissive lifestyle? The true D and S where she could not choose to be a dominant, or choose to be a submissive, where it had to be embedded into her during conception. Could she truly live that way? The <em>right</em> way? He wasn’t sure, but he wasn’t going to ask her that yet, well, not like that, he was going to do it discreetly. He could tell she was just glamming it up, but it shocked him when she said she loved him, and he nearly choked on his drink when she said it, though the fumbled look that crossed his face stayed there, until she said her last part, of her spending her life with him. The effect she was having on him, he wondered how it would sound if she truly meant it, if he knew she truly meant it, but she didn’t, he was sure, not now, not yet—no, no ‘yet’—not ever. Rae couldn’t love him, in fact, he was beginning to think she hated him; he loved sweets, to no end, if he could live off of nothing but sugar, he would, and then she said the sleeping comment—yes, he did the same, maybe they can moan and move around in their sleep together. She liked video games? Then he would buy her some, he hadn’t really played video games much, as work always absorbed his time. Work took up her time, too? Okay, now he won’t feel bad when he has to handle his business, though he could, <em>and did</em>, manage it at home, his products needed a <em>large</em> amount of attention. Everything at the end was a murderous plus, yes, she did hate him, for she was trying to kill him.<br><br>“Terrified…” Gavri’el whispered, eyes narrowing in uncharacteristic lust, “Though I must warn <em>you</em>; I tend to walk around the house <em>fully</em> naked.” He didn’t notice his voice growing deeper, husky with heat, <em>natural</em>. “I’m a horribly bad influence—told from my babička—we must not see each other amongst the corridors, then, lest I have you walking around fully nude, too.” Gavri’el was leaning over the table, almost on top of it, as he stared into her forest eyes, her lid was the forest, and her eyes were the lake reflecting it. Gavri’el finally realized what he was doing and moved back, noticing that he was standing up when the waiter looked at him oddly, he sat down in his seat, and the chocolate strawberry cake was placed in the middle of the table. The cake was chocolate fudge, with strawberry chunks baked in; it also had sliced strawberries pasted on the icing all around the cake, with one large strawberry on top. “Wow—look at that…” Gavri’el said nervously, his voice back to its light, soft tone.<br><br>His fingers subconsciously rubbed at the box again, he didn’t look at her, as he looked down at the cake, and slowly pulled it from his pocket, but kept the box hidden under the table cloth. Gavri’el cleared his throat, “I love you, too, and I wish to spend the rest of my life with you, as well.” Gavri’el stood, and walked over to her side of the table, he went behind her chair, and pulled her out some. He then stood in front of her, and got on his knees; he grabbed her right leg, and placed it over his shoulder, to were the back of the knee rested on his shoulder, and he scooted very close to her—actually making her lift her leg up higher, his body blocking any view from her panties—he then lifted to one knee. Grabbing the box with both hands, he used one to hold it, and the other to open op the top, though their position already had people gazing at them with many emotions, but the strongest one was curiosity. With a click, the blue velvet cushion that held the diamond studded, vine like engament band (http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g42/Rayka_Sannada/Engagmentring.jpg) was revealed.<br><br>“Mistress Raziel Rene' Reyes, will you be my wife?” Gavri’el asked, looking up at her as he grabbed her left hand, and pulling her fingers to his mouth, he kissed the tip of her ring finger, and pulled the ring from its velvet enclosure. Still kissing the tip, he then began to kiss down the joint, until he reached her palm, and slipped the band onto it. Gavri’el was still gazing into her eyes as he did this, he was loosely holding her hand, she could pull from him at any time she wished, to study the ring he gave her, and he still kept his lips against her palm; her tiny hand loosely covered his face, rust colored eye looking at her between the parted fingers.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Playing the Part, and Acting it Well (Reyne &amp; Black Orchid)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Reyne</strong> on <strong>28-01-2011, 07:12:11</strong>
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				It was nice to know that Gavri'el had already taken care of a large portion of what she needed. It made her feel like he was a lot more willing for her to live with him then what she thought. She knew Gavri'el didn't hate her but at the same time welcoming in a girl you just started to date under false pretense was a bit difficult to accept so easily, or at least that is what Rae thought. Rae smiled at his reassurance and nodded, "Alright then, great. Thank you for doing that for me, it saves me some trouble, heh." She saw the way his face twisted a bit when she said she loved him and how some of the tart juice spilled over. Saying those three little words could be quite a shocker to anyone, especially for the first time, and in a moment like this with a situation that was odder then most, she knew she had thrown that out to the wind.<br><br>But a reaction like that just made her giggle. So it was worth pulling the rug out from beneath him, at least that was what she thought. And then, something changed. Rae at first hardly noticed it as she drank from her glass, but that whisper sounded more like a purr and when those words began to fall Rae's glass was slowly put down as her long lashes fell and rose and her eyes stayed connected to his own,her left brow rose and she flickered a tongue between her full lips and swallowed. "F-Fully, naked," she repeated, she felt a chill crawl down her spine with heat and ice forming, her back straightened and she clenched her thighs. Rae could almost feel the pure fire that dripped from his lips and she wanted to bathe herself in the seduction of his phrase, she wanted to see him walking naked down the hall, she wanted to join him. And when she blinked she noticed how he was an awful lot closer, but it ended too soon and he was back to where he first began.<br><br>"R-Right, well," she nodded to the waiter and managed a smile, "Thank you." Her eyes turned on the cake and her stomach rumbled while her mouth watered, though she wondered if it was only cake that she was hungry for. "Yes, would you look at that, so smooth, sweet, delicious, like it could melt in your mouth but also give off this burst of beautiful, pure flavour." Her own tone of voice was husky as well, and she would clear her throat before saying, very lightly, "I hope your babicka was right, and, well, I hope I run into you an awful lot in the cooridors," she winked right at him, her cheeks a bit pink and her body glowing almost with this need to pounce across the table and take him right there.<br><br>She took a slice of cake and used the small, decorative desert fork to take a bite, as she was chewing she saw Gavri'el shift and she watched as his arms moved before he told her he loved her. She took another sip of the juice and lightly dabbed at her mouth, she knew what was coming. Rae inhaled deeply and smiled at what he said, it would have been much sweeter had he meant it, but he did put on a rather impressive performance. Her eyes followed him as he got up from his chair and even though she knew it was a staged act her heart still sped up as her chair was pushed back and he dropped to his knees. He did something odd though and her brows rose as her right leg went up and her knee became hooked over his shoulder with her soft thigh pressing against his side and her calf against his back. She shifted in her seat and glanced around to see everyone looking at them.<br><br>This had to be the most awkward position to ask a girl to marry you, but she went with it and sat up a bit as he presented the ring box. She smiled and those dimples appeared as the box creaked open and a beautiful band of vines showed itself with its pure diamonds sparkling before her. It was a gorgeous ring and Rae's lips parted as she saw it. "Oh, wow." Looking back up to his handsome face, their eyes met and she smiled as her left hand was taken and he kissed her ring finger so softly and delicately. Her head tilted and she giggled as the kisses ran down the length of her finger, her other leg lift a bit and her knee pressed against his side beneath his arm, both legs were risen from the floor as she did, nearly wrapped all around him as their eyes never lost contact and the ring made its way onto her finger.<br><br>With a slight nod, her husky voice sounded, "Yes, I would love to." Feeling his mouth against her hand, she smiled and turned his head a bit, descending towards him, she angled her face just right and their lips met, she kissed him, deeply, giving a truly convincing performance, she then rose both hands to his face and parted her lips to run her tongue across his lower lip and move her way inside to taste and appreciate him while the entire restaurant exploded in applause.<br><br>Pulling away slowly her legs moved down and she giggled, turning she took her fork, broke off a piece of cake and then fed it to Gavri'el happily, while her left hand continued to sparkle, "There you go, my love."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Playing the Part, and Acting it Well (Reyne &amp; Black Orchid)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Black Orchid</strong> on <strong>28-01-2011, 09:34:30</strong>
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				Gavri’el would have loved to stay nestled between her thighs, he wished he could go even further, though if he did, then her underwear would have surely cause him to growl in anger—though <em>maybe</em> the people around them could also be a reason why he didn’t. Gavri’el gladly accepted the warm chocolate; it was an intense mixture of passion from her kiss. He licked his lips to savor her taste, even liking the chalk like flavor of her pink lipstick. Gavri’el would have to leave his spot from the floor now, but he savored that moment by touching her calves, and sliding his hands up her thighs until he was fully standing, and looking down at her. Gavri’el went behind her, and pushed her chair back under the table. Walking back over to his seat, he cut himself a piece of cake, and enjoyed his dessert. So he did it, and she accepted, that was good, they were halfway there now, it only took them until they were married to receive the money, and that would only take a few months to arrange. Knowing his family, they were sure to want to come, not because he was the ‘heir’ to the Lancer name—that man, known as his father, was nothing to them—but because they wanted to see what deserving girl was marrying into their bloodline. But none of that mattered, they couldn’t control who he marries, and the contract would still stand for any dominant female he married, no matter if they liked her or not. But~, they <em>could</em> scare her off, they could make her have doubts, they could hate her as much as they wanted. That didn’t matter, though, Rae could handle herself quite nicely, everything would be fine.<br><br>They finished up dessert, and still had a healthy portion of the cake left, which was boxed. Gavri’el helped Rae out of her chair, and lead her out to the front. The valet spotted them, and two boys rushed off to get their cars, as they waited, a few people walked by and congratulated them. Gavri’el held the cake box in his hands as he glanced over at Rae, “You look beautiful tonight, Rae.” Gavri’el said, looking over at her with a smile, “You’ll look beautiful tomorrow, too, I’m sure of it, but since I won’t be there to tell you, I wanted to tell you now.” Though, after a few weeks, he’d see her again, this time all day, every day, for five years. “I’ll give you two weeks to inform any important parties of your move; I’ll also send a company over to gather your things.” Gavri’el reached into his coat pocket—a little difficult with one hand—and pulled out a piece of paper, he had horrible hand writing, so he typed it, but on the paper was his address, just in case she would want to give it to somebody. “You can just follow the moving vans first off; it could get a little confusing the first drive there.” He would know, when he moved back here nine months ago, he gotten lost the first three times trying to go home, he then tried to stay in his home all day, but his grandmother passed, and he had to go out again for her, and also again to look for a ‘date’. Gavri’el passed her the cake box with the paper on top; it might have been cold, but it wasn’t windy, and he was thankful for that since the note wouldn't blow away.<br><br>“You can have it, take it home with you.” Gavri’el referred to the cake, he wasn’t going to take ‘no’ for an answer, and he gave her the cake box, if she wanted it or not. Gavri’el shrugged off his coat, and placed it over her shoulders—she could return it to him once she move in with him—their cars pulled up, his first, “Share it with Cynthia and Alexandria; goodnight, Raziel Rene' Reyes.” Gavri’el said with a smirk, as he climbed into his car. He knew she hadn’t told him of her friends, or even their names, but he wasn’t thinking at first, and let it slip. So he hurried up and drove off before she could question him.<br><br>Before Gavri’el even reached his house, his phone rang with the ring-tone he held for his <em>dear</em> eldest little sister. “Ahoj.” Gavri’el greeted.<br><br>“Čo sakra, ty parchant?” She shrilled into his ear, no ‘hello’ or anything.<br><br>“Why am I a ‘bastard’?” Gavri’el asked innocently, pulling into his driveway.<br><br>“I know what you did, <strong>vás malý loptičku vrece</strong>!” God, she was making his ear bleed, but he couldn’t help the stinging in his chest that wanted to make him laugh, quite loudly, actually. He could hear her fake breathing exercise as she calmed herself, “Now, why are you already engage, and I have yet to see this mistress of yours?” My, how news traveled fast. His sister questioned, he liked how she didn’t say ‘we’, for she always thought she was controller of any dealings with him.<br><br>“Maybe because she doesn’t want to see you?” Gavri’el said more than asked, a snarky tone of voice. His sister didn’t say anything for a long while, long enough for Gavri’el to be inside his home, in his room, clothes now off, and completely nude, sliding under green silken sheets. “Don’t worry, you all can see her once she settles in.” Gavri’el said as he lay on his stomach, and crossed his arms to lay on them as the cellphone lay lazily on his ear. Gavri’el would have thought she was gone, and wouldn’t have said anything at all if he didn’t hear her heavy breathing on the other side.<br><br>“We better.” His eldest little sister said, and hung up the phone.<br><br>Gavri’el smirked and tossed the phone to the floor and closed his eyes; Gavri’el felt something warm and soft snake up the back of his thigh, and first he thought of the warm embrace of Rae’s nice full thighs. Though once he felt the warm figure on his back, and the feather of hair, that wasn’t his own, brush over his shoulder, Gavri’el opened his eyes and rolled over, roughly pushing the woman out of his bed and onto her ass.<br><br>“Neposlušné puss, viete, že je potrebné žiadny mačky na posteli.” Gavri’el growled tiredly, and rolled back onto his stomach, hopefully she’d be gone before tonight, he didn’t want to see her face when he woke up, so for her sake, she had better gone home, Gavri'el could really care less how she'd get there. He had a lot more important things to think about than work right now, and that was beating his grandmother at her little game.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Playing the Part, and Acting it Well (Reyne &amp; Black Orchid)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Reyne</strong> on <strong>28-01-2011, 10:13:03</strong>
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				The touch of his hands sliding up her curvy, solid legs, made Rae tremble with delight as her eyes darkened as they stared into his. She gulped as he rose to his feet and towered before her, there was something a bit different in the way he looked at her, in how he moved, but surely she was just mistaking things for when he sat down and began to eat, it seemed he was back to his old self. They finished their desert and the rest of the cake was packed up. Rae was happy to have it, though she tried to deny it at first to seem like she was trying to watch her weight, but when she was in the presence of perfectly made chocolate, mixed with strawberries, her strength broke. She smiled as she ate and made light conversation with her blood still racing. How odd that such a reaction could course through her veins when she knew all along. It made her question what sort of feelings she had all along.<br><br>Once they were outside, standing in the midst of the chilly breeze, Rae would look over to Gavri'el and nod a bit in thanks to his compliment, "Well you look positively handsome. Heh," she giggled at what he said and murmured, "You're right, I will, I will also look stunning the day after that as well, but thank you for telling me. Makes me feel even more confident in my appearance for the future days."&nbsp; As he filled her in on the details, she listened closely and nodded, she looked at him thoughtfully before she took the sheet of paper with his address into her hand, "Alright then,sounds like a plan-oh," she tried to shy away from his coat but soon she just gave in as the thick material covered her shoulders and warmed her body. She could smell his cologne all over it and it made her simply shimmy a bit further into before she took the cake from him.<br><br>"Oh, right, thank you," she said and nodded, she was about to say something else but then he mentioned her very best friends by their full first names. For a moment she just stood there, watching as he disappeared, before the vallet asked if she was alright. She nodded, but got into her car and drove off, she had never told him much about her best friends, only that they had introduced her to the BDSM life style, but she had never said their names...had she?<br><br>With a shake of her head, Rae sighed and headed home, quickly. Once there she turned in for the night after a hot shower and slept with just a white tank top on in her full sized bed, covered with blue and black blankets.<br><br>Over the next two weeks Rae spent her time packing what she needed and selling what she didn't. She told Alex and Cyn of what was going on and even showed them the ring, they demanded to meet Gavri'el but Rae could make no promises right away, in time though she was sure to introduce them, before the wedding at least. And they talked about how they were going to throw her the best bachelorette party ever, Rae blushed as she loaded her car, wondering just what sort of things they had planned.<br><br>Rae notified her father, and told him she was moving in with her fiance', he simply told her 'Congratulations' and never even bothered to take the address she offered. After that she had simply sighed and filled in her places of business where she was moving to in case they needed to send her something as well as the places where she handled her car and cell phone bills, oh and of course, her loans. <br><br>The two weeks that followed the engagement had been a bit stressful but also successful, Rae got everything shipped and sold while her other things were packed and ready to go. The morning of her move, the van came and took what things she had, which wasn't much, and transferred it all for her. So, dressed in snug blue jeans and a pastel pink top that hugged her hips and breasts and had interesting designs on the front with black knee high boots coming up over her jeans, Rae finally made her trip to Gavri'el's home...her home.<br><br>Gavri'el was right to tell her to follow the vans. The drive was hard to memorize with so many curves and turns, but in time, she got there with the vans right ahead of her and pulling in to the drive way of a rather...large house.<br><br>Rae got out of her car with her purse slung over her shoulder while the movers already began to transportation of her things. "Whoa," Rae whispered, "This place is incredible."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Playing the Part, and Acting it Well (Reyne &amp; Black Orchid)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Black Orchid</strong> on <strong>28-01-2011, 22:38:23</strong>
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				Gavri’el spent the two weeks preparing, which consist of buying Rae’s things, and moving it into the house. Of course <em>he</em> didn’t go buy it, or even move them into his house, he hired someone to do that for him, both buying and moving/arranging. What Gavri’el did do was research, and work, but mainly research; he had some strings he had to tie up first, some pages to find, and a lot of secrets to hold. Rae would be showing up soon, and he would be there to greet her; Gavri’el was currently in his study, Gavri’el closed his file cabinet, and stood to go find the front door. His house was large, and though there was no corridors, it could still be considered a large mansion; come to think of it, there was probably, no, most definitely parts of the house that he doesn’t even go in, only because he really didn’t need them, they usually housed his products—come to think of it, he do hope he didn’t leave one or more of his objects lost in there—he never really did look around the house.<br><br>Gavri’el let his goatee grow out a little more, his hair was unkempt, and he didn’t wear his jacket, so his waist coat was bare, but all of this was intentional, as he could never go around truly messy. While going to the door, Gavri’el stopped at Rae’s room, it was next to his, and though not the master bedroom, it was still equally grand; he, or rather his assistants, couldn’t find the same pattern of silk that was on Rae’s dress the night of their engagement—it could have been because he didn’t explain it right—but they did find an extraordinary vine like pattern that was a royal blue lined with gold. The vines were gold, the base was blue, and it set in nicely with the dark wood setting of the entire room. Her vanity was in there now; it was very modern, since this was a modern home, but it did still hold a classic setting, with lion paw legs and large circle flip mirror. He had paintings placed up to match the bedspread, and he had a blue cashmere rug placed underneath it, so the wood wouldn’t be cold when she got out of bed. He had handmade flats, with her bed design on them, placed at the side of the bed; he didn’t too much care for all the other fixtures—like a small table and a legless chair, or the end table in front of the bed that was more like a chest, or even the lamp that was placed by her bedside—but he did want to see the clothes that he got her; those were personally bought by him, Gavri’el wanted to feel the material, so he could know exactly what her soft curves were feeling. Gavri’el had many sets of dresses in her cabinet, there were no pants sets, <em>at all</em>, just dresses, skirts, and a few shorts here and there. Gavri’el also bought her a few shirts to match, but those was just fillers, he had a lot more dresses he would love to see her in, but those weren’t in here, they were in his room, in a little dresser of his own. Gavri’el lifted a lacy blouse, unbuttoning his shirt some, he began to rub the cloth over his neck and chest that was exposed, his deep purple waistcoat was low, so he didn’t have to unbutton that. Gavri’el trailed the shirt up to his mouth—just beneath his noes—and inhaled, but it just smelled like the fabric softener he used for her; he couldn’t wait until she put these on, so he could smell her scent again, or maybe even add in her own clothes, so he could smell her embedded into them. He wondered if she’d let him dress her? Things were going to change drastically once she moved in, he only acted like a submissive outside his home, but that was only for a short amount of time, Gavri’el wasn’t sure she would be okay with him being himself. He knew, though, that she wasn’t truly a dominant, sure, she liked dominating men, but that was just some grudge held hobby introduced by her two friends because of an ex; though, of course, it was once a <em>job</em>, too. Well, that was fine, she could think she was a dominant, that was fine, slowly, through the five years, he’d show her that she wasn’t.<br><br>The door bell rung and Gavri’el dropped the shirt, and closed the cabinet doors, leaving her room—with a small once over—and walked down the hall. It wasn’t that far from the foyer, it was just a hall down, and to the stairs that lead into the foyer, the door that stood in front of the steps were to his study. Gavri’el walked to the wide door, that wasn’t double, but bigger than a normal door, and opened it to see one of the moving man. He greeted him, and told him that they could start unpacking; they’ve already came over before they went to Rae, and they knew exactly where he wanted everything. It wasn’t that many vans, since she was just moving a few of her things in, and Gavri’el could see her familiar car pull in behind them. Gavri’el stood inside the foyer as the moving men came in, they would be taking any of her extra furniture to a guest room; that would be her little recroom where she could keep her games, and possibly buy more things; that room was a plain white room—she was free to paint it if she wanted—it already held a large screen T.V in it, where she could enjoy her games and movies. It also had a bookshelf in it that wasn’t full, just a few books that he thought she would enjoy from random questions on their dates. Gavri’el waited for Rae to get up the high steps, and enter his house, he stood in the marble and gold foyer, and greeted her as she entered.<br><br>“Rae, welcome.” Gavri’el said, he didn’t make his voice light anymore—he didn’t need too—his voice was deep, and silky smooth from many charismatic situations he had to handle; it wasn’t a rough and burly type of voice, just a deep silk of masculinity that held sex between the syllables. “Ah, you were right, you must have been beautiful the day after, as you are beautiful now.” Gavri’el frowned slightly, he didn’t like her jeans; it was an irritably feeling material, it also put him off that it was pants. He generally only saw her in a dress of some sort; well, that certainly would not do, she must be in skirts, dresses, and robes, nothing else unless it showed her lovely thighs to him. She would need something flowing, and if she wanted pants, than it shall be latex, or a thin cotton or lycra; if she wanted to wear pantyhose in place of pants, she was more than welcome to do that, also. Gavri’el smirked, he would surely have to dress her now, yes she was beautiful, and that shirt was amazing—or was it the set that it contained? She would surely need him to dress her. “Come, I’ll show you around the house.” Gavri’el purred, and took her up stairs, first, to her room.<br><br>Gavri’el showed her the room, and the bathroom that was inside it, the bathroom was rather large, and could fit a couch in there, which it did have, along with a T.V that was currently playing a video of a fireplace—it would also show nature shots, like mountains, lakes, waterfalls, forests, ect. though no animals were in the shots. The tub was below ground, almost like a small pool, and though water wasn’t in it, it had a statue of a nude mermaid with flowing hair, she was marble and in the form of Aquarius, holding a jug that would pour water once the bath was turned on by the switch on the wall. One wall held a full body mirror, and the other was the sinks and cabinets; one door lead to the toilet, and another was a locked one that lead to the mechanics to the tub, Gavri’el assured her. Taking her from her bathroom, Gavri’el lead her back out, and only pointed to the doors on the walls as they walked by them, telling her of how they were just more bedrooms, a few bathrooms. Once they were back at the stairs where the large double doors were, Gavri’el told her that that was his study, and that she mustn’t enter it. ever. And if he was missing, he was most likely in there, but she could only knock if it was an emergency, but that emergency was only reserved for if the hospital exploded, and he was the only one who could save her. Gavri’el took Rae back down stairs, and passed the kitchen along the way; it was a large kitchen with an island bar, a refrigerator, dishwasher, double oven, a sink, and many pantries and cabinets that were stocked with clean elegant dishes and food of all types. He told her if she ever wanted something, he was more than happy to buy it for her. Taking her from the room, he led her to the dining room, that was bare of color besides the cream walls and dark wood, but that was only because the table spread was subjected to change whenever the mood called for it; in this room was a large china cabinet, which didn’t hold china, just crystal flowers that ranged from varies shapes and size, but they were all from the zephyr family.<br><br>The most noticeable thing in the dining room—besides the cabinet, glass table, and large chandelier—was the large painting of a man that look a lot like Gavri’el, though much younger, dark black hair, and a lot more colder expression. The man held a cruel look in his rust eyes, while Gavri’el’s had more of a mirth filled one; the younger man was dressed in a style very much like Gavri’el, with a lovely cane to compliment the whole set. Everything was rich on the young man, from the fur at his neck, to the large crystal diamond on the top of his cane, but the most expensive thing on him was the woman that laid at his feet, a woman with long, nearly knee length golden hair, her honey brown eyes were almond and glowing as she draped herself over he’s knees. She was very much nude, if it wasn’t for the white Spanish lace that veiled over her head, and pooled at the floor with her crinkled hair. Her lips were thin and pale pink, she obviously didn’t have any makeup on, but her face was beautiful as it was—hollow and <em>broken</em>. Neither of the models smiled in the painting, as their eyes were the only thing that was holding their emotions, and the painter done a very good job capturing that; even though the painting was large, it was still too small to show the double rings on the woman’s ring finger—which rested on the man’s crotch—though the large sparkle of the painted diamond shined like a flower’s petals. Gavri’el only told her this was the dining room, and he exited, hoping she would follow like always. He always seemed to walk in front of her, even if she gotten beside him, he always seemed like one step ahead of her. Gavri’el finally took her to her personal room, where some of the men were placing her stuff.<br><br>“The room is just drywall, so you can paint it whatever you want; just tell me the colors, and I’ll buy it for you.” Gavri’el said, turning towards her with his hands casually in his dress pants pockets, shiny shoes close together and straight, “If there is anything else you’ll need, I’ll get it for you.” Gavri’el (http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g42/Rayka_Sannada/Gavriel2.jpg) smiled, not like he always did; though it held the same emotion, the twitch of his lips was drastically different than his usual soft, gentle smile.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Playing the Part, and Acting it Well (Reyne &amp; Black Orchid)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Reyne</strong> on <strong>29-01-2011, 05:43:21</strong>
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				The house Gavri'el lived at was much more of a mansion. She had always known, or at least suspected that he was a bit rich, but at the most she had thought she would be living in a two story house, picket fence, fresh green grass and recycling bins. Nothing at all like this had been set into her mind. For a few moments she just stood there, soaking it all in as her eyes roamed over the grand home and the way it was formed. Rae finally got her feet going and her hips swung slowly as she went up the stone path to the steps and followed in a mover who had her desk top computer in his hands that was tucked into a box. "Be careful with that," she murmured, eyeing it like a protective mother, she sighed and turned, seeing the foyer and the way the floors were made of marble with gold glinting every where, Gavri'el, her fiance', stood in the midst of it like a prince. His hair was unkept but still gorgeous and the brown shade she had first seen him with was now turning into a golden hue that Rae felt fit him much better. But beyond that, his clothing was a bit disheveled and while some might think he was a bit messy, or possibly drunk, she just saw him as...unbelievably sexy. Though admitting that would never happen.<br><br>She smiled at his greeting, hearing the way his smooth, seductive tone filled out the halls, it was different then what she was used to, but she figured he was much more comfortable in his home, so having that tone made sense. After all he had been man of the house from some time and held the affairs within rather tightly, so he had some sort of dominance over his halls, she just wondered how deep the sense of authority ran through him. She wondered if she could break him, but the thought fluttered away as she came forward,she giggled at his compliment and shrugged. "What can I say? I'm a bit of a fortune teller," she was teasing of course and looked away as she glanced around his home and missed the way he frowned. "This place is amazing and I've only seen the outside and the foyer, I had no idea you lived in a place like this." At his words, she nodded and followed him up the stairs. <br><br>When she saw her room first, Rae just sort of leaned against the door way in awe, it was a large room, almost as big as her apartment, and the way it was decorated made her heart sing. It spoke to every artistic fiber in her soul, the colors and designs that were used made her grin as she walked in and touched the soft material of the bed sheets. She inhaled deeply, smelling the pure newness of cottons and rugs and was that paint? It had to be. Either way, this was her room, and Rae had never had something so nice in her entire life. "This...this is all mine? Seriously? Oh Gavri'el, this is fantastic." Licking her lips her eyes went to the door that led into the bathroom, swiftly she followed him and got a good look at everything that awaited her there.<br><br>Her bathroom at her old apartment was boring, simple, it had a tub with a gaudy pink curtain for when she showered and a simple sink and toilet. It was nothing like this. Rae's hands trailed across the counter tops before going to the tub and with wide eyes looked over the detalil of the mermaid as she leaned on the edge and simply stared. Even though her father was rich she had never been able to indulge in things like these. She was secluded in the smallest room and given the crappiest of things. Maybe her life wasn't like that of little orphan Annie's, before she got adopted, but it was still not as good as what her half siblings had. Speaking of which she had two, an older brother and a younger sister, both beautiful, popular, successful, and without loans to pay off and a fake marriage in the works. Was she jealous? She had been, yes, but looking at the tub and the richness of the house that followed as they left her room and she was introduced to the rest, she decided she was just fine where she was.<br><br>Sure maybe she did live without the love and devotion she deserved from her father and her mother's death was the hardest blow on her life, but, being here, she decided that it all worked out for a reason. And seeing the kitchen with its fine, professional elegance, and even how the doors to each room sparkled with something lively and rich, made her feel like she was finally being rewarded for the years she suffered. If only she really knew what she was in for, but the crystal flowers, the walls, the simple yet polished tables, and the painting that hung proud from the wall, it all distracted her from the way Gavri'el smirked or the way his eyes gleamed.&nbsp; All she knew was she finally getting her foot into a place the just wrapped her up in the interior design and the pure space of it all. And after five years of this, she had the choice to keep living here with millions of dollars in her account, or to simply leave with the same amount of money where she could begin the next chapter of her life and hopefully find what she wanted to do. Maybe even travel the world before she settled down.<br><br>Rae kept up speed behing Gavri'el, at times she slowed down to look at the tiniest of things and details, but she would speed up with her heels clicking in patterns on the wooden floor boards and follow her fiance' to a room he claimed as her. She smiled as he told her about what she could do to the walls and instantly she breathed, "Chocolate brown and baby blue, with swirl stencils," she looked into his eyes and her brows rose, "I already know. Those are the colours. I, I should be fine, I just need a desk is all, I have everything I need from what you've shown me, I think." Her eyes glanced over his form and the way his polished clothes hung from him in an oddly seductive way, she looked away swiftly and walked into the room wringing her hands she breathed out, "This is all so gorgeous, so much...I," she gulped and turned to him, and suddenly bowed in thanks before coming back up, "Thank you. For this. I mean I know we're doing each other favours but I feel like I'm the one getting the better end of the deal."<br><br>She shrugged and walked up to him, her hands went up to the waist coat and she fumbled with a button, "Was there anything we are supposed to do tonight? Are we meeting anyone, going out, staying in? I'm just curious," she shrugged, it would take some time to get all of her things put away into a comfortable position before she could set up a real schedule and routine she delayed all of her projects for a week for the reason of moving and settling down before she could set her mind into work mode.<br><br>"You look handsome by the way, I really like your hair that way," she smiled and brushed past him, walking to her bedroom, she seemed to be moving into the groove of things already.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Playing the Part, and Acting it Well (Reyne &amp; Black Orchid)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Black Orchid</strong> on <strong>29-01-2011, 08:39:41</strong>
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				It was nice to hear her astonishment, he was sure he could hear that dazed voice of hers over and over again. And then she bowed, that was just too cute; was she seriously that grateful? Well, yes, he guess she was, seeing as how she had to live all those years. “I assure you that we are both will be satisfied in the end.” Gavri’el told, watching as she came up to him. He smiled as she played with a button, then frowned as she asked about the plans for today; no, he had nothing plan for her today, and though his sisters were bold, they wouldn’t dare come to his house without an invitation, not because they needed permission, but because they hated him, and would gladly stay as far away from him when interactions wasn’t needed. So, no, they shouldn’t be receiving any visitors; well, she shouldn’t anyways, as his workers would be coming over with his products. That also meant he wouldn’t be able to spend any time with her tonight. “We will be staying in.” Gavri’el said, watching as she left to the hall. Gavri’el followed her into her bed room, and stopped at the door; it was her room, now, and he shouldn’t be entering a ladies room without permission—Gavri’el smirked—unless he was some <em>fiend</em>. “I’m sorry to say I have a lot of work to catch up to at this time; you are free to roam around, and do what you like. I’m afraid if you need anything, I won’t be able to get it for you today, but I’m sure you’ll have all you need at the moment.” Gavri’el said, and turned on his heel.<br><br>Walking down to his study, Gavri’el entered it, and it closed with a ‘click’. Gavri’el walked over to his desk, and closed the files on his computer that held the driver’s license of the very woman in his home. When he did this, he notice he had a red light on his phone, and he picked up the receiver to hear the message. Gavri’el knew it was from his employees, so once he heard the message; he called the man back, and told them that they could come as soon as they could. Gavri’el hung up the phone, and went into his file cabinet; he fiddled with that for a while until he heard the doorbell. Gavri’el didn’t realize how fast the time went by as he closed the file of an old client. Gavri’el raised and went to the double doors, he unlocked it and walked out to the steps, where he climbed down the stairs to the foyer; he opened the door, and was greeted to two large men, their muscle was much thicker than his, the looked like this bodyguards, so they looked awkward in the black suits with the green firework like boutonnière being the only splash of color, even their ties were black—their hair would be black if it weren’t shaved. Between them was a small thin blonde woman, her hair was in a chignon, and her dress was simple and black; Gavri’el’s eyes slanted some, but other than that, there was no real emotion on his face was he walked up the stairs, and the three followed them. Gavri’el held the door open for the three of them to enter, and he followed behind, closing the door and locking it.<br><br>Gavri’el turned to the woman, and he saw that she was still facing forward, her back to him, “Čo sa zlomený s ňou?” Gavri’el asked.<br><br>“Ona nemôže orgazmus.” One of the men said, and grabbed the woman’s shoulders, turning her around.<br><br>Gavri’el grinned, “That is a shame.” He said, and walked over to the woman. “Meno?” He asked, grabbing the thin spaghetti strap of her toga like dress.<br><br>“Sylvia—” The woman gasped as the front of her dress was ripped open. She was not wearing a bra, so her pale mounds showed freely.<br><br>“Veku?” Gavri’el continued, and the woman would have answered, if he hadn’t grabbed her left breast so roughly.<br><br>“Š—štyridsať.” The woman said, glancing down as his hands sized her.<br><br>“On the floor.” Gavri’el told, and she slowly moved down, until her back rested on the floor.<br><br>Gavri’el crouched down, on one knee and beside her. She was flat on her back, and Gavri’el braced one hand against her chest, and bunched the glittery material of her dress, pulling roughly, it ripped off fairly easily—not because it was easy—but because he was very experienced. Gavri’el then rubbed his hand down her taut stomach, until he reached his pelvic line; she had no panties on either. Gavri’el went further down, until he was at her nude lips, he could see the pink of her button sticking out before he even reached it. Her breathing was shallow, and Gavri’el’s was light, they could hardly hear it.<br><br>Gavri’el’s fingers hovered over her clit, and the woman held her breath, “Orgazmus neschopný vaginálnu.” The other man said, they were watching calmly, hands clasped together.<br><br>Gavri’el didn’t say anything, but he understood, and skipped over her clitoris; she wasn’t ready, but he didn’t care as he inserted one finger into her roughly. She gasped, and contracted around him; her skin was flushed, and her face was red. Gavri’el noted this as he stayed still. “What does it for you, krása?” Gavri’el asked, looking up to her eyes; he paused when he saw the green, and was surprised to find himself disappointed when he didn’t find any gold.<br><br>“Neviem.” The woman said, and the flush left her.<br><br>“Tie.” Gavri’el said, and one of the men walked over to the many pillows in the corner, it was a rope in the middle, nothing long, just a yard length rope. The men came over and grabbed her hands, they began to tie it in a way that would only get tighter if she struggled, or if the tugged on the other ends. Gavri’el could feel her constrict around him, and added another finger; she was a little wetter, and he began to move his fingers inside her—going forward and back in simple slow movements. This took a while, and Gavri’el found himself with a constantly hot and wetter woman, but every few minutes, she would calm back down again. Each time he made them tighten the ropes, and she would be lit once more.<br><br>It was nearly two hours later, and she was now tide roughly by the wrist, knees strapped bent to her waist, and Gavri’el in front of her, three fingers pumping into her core as his other hand was gripping her neck. He wasn’t choking her, just giving her neck a firm squeeze of pressure, it muffled her mews, and also turned her one further. He was hitting her g-spot, but she just wasn’t tipping over, it seemed the tighter the squeeze, the closer she was, and the woman was starting to pump against him. She was tired and cramped, but she really couldn’t do much as she was now fully tied. With her arms above her head, he perky breast was loose to bounce around by each thrust. The woman could feel it coming, but it just wouldn’t peak, she was gasping and grunting as her back rubbed against the rough green carpet.<br><br>She cried out when he stop and Gavri’el had to give her neck a warning squeeze to keep her down. He called the men for a gag, and the brought one from the piles; they really didn’t have much to do as generally there were more women here, though they were learning, gaining experience in how to handle a situation like this. Gavri’el stayed on his knees, as he lifted his wet hand and brought it to her mouth. She licked his fingers, and he pulled them away, grabbing the gag, e stuffed the trademark ball into her mouth, and belted it behind her head. She allowed herself to moan as loud as she wanted from the retreating pleasure; it was still fairly loudly, but he was sure Rae wouldn’t be able to her this, as the doors was very thick. Gavri’el lifted himself from above her, she withered beneath him as she as the feeling was fading once again. Well, she wouldn’t have to wait long as Gavri’el grabbed his pants latch, and unhook it, also unzipping his pants, and pushed his underwear down some, only for him to pull his size out, and left it to show. Gavri’el grabbed her hips, and pulled her closer to him, her sex was caressing his thighs, and he hovered right above her as he started to inflate. His erection was quick, and as soon as it was at a desired hardness, he went to her entrance, and pushed inside of her.<br><br>Hard and quick, he sat inside her, letting her warm him as he grew harder; the woman cried against the ball, and tense against him, she was using her muscles to pull him in but he sat there. She started to rock her hips, but he stopped her, and pushed in deeper; there was a long pause, and the woman had her head tossed back. Gavri’el grabbed her knees, and pushed it further against her abs, he was able to go deeper, until he felt her cervix; this was obviously painful to the woman as her eyes shot open, and she tensed even harder against him. She wasn’t a virgin, but she was really tight now, and he was glad for that; as it means she liked it. Gavri’el reached up to her neck, and grabbed it tightly again, once he had a good hold of her, he started to pump forward.<br><br>He didn’t go slow, just hard thrust inside her. He could hear her groans, and he continued; she was constricting and dilating around him, she was slick and hot, more so than before. He could feel her body tremble, but he was sure it wasn’t an orgasm; he’d really liked to hear her scream. If he didn’t have a guest in his house, he wouldn’t have gagged her; Gavri’el really didn’t like that the only panting he could hear was his own; sure he could hear her breathing through her nose, but he could hear the other two men breathing more. Not that they were turned on—they could be—but more so because it wasn’t a woman panting hot and heavy, bouncing off the walls of his office. One of them men’s cell rang, and he sat up from his slouched against the desk; it was the woman’s husband, most likely looking to hear of her progress, they have been gone for quite a few hours.<br><br>The man said something to his partner, and went to the door, he went to open it, but it was locked; he unlocked it, and exited the study. Going down the stairs, he then left out the front door to talk on the porch. Gavri’el was still thrusting into the woman, he seen the man go, but that wasn’t what was important now; he could feel her getting tighter, and though her trembling wasn’t an orgasm, he was sure it would come. He pushed against her knees making her legs bend tightly, and he thrust into her roughly. Her eyes were white as her body locked up, she could feel him growing larger, and he locked painfully inside her; she felt like she was going to explode!
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				Title: <strong>Re: Playing the Part, and Acting it Well (Reyne &amp; Black Orchid)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Reyne</strong> on <strong>29-01-2011, 09:28:28</strong>
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				With no plans in the works, Rae went through her mind as to what she could do. She definitely needed to get her things situated, so that was something. And maybe, just maybe she could do some work. But ah, she was so addicted to designing, she needed a small break before she wore herself ragged. Walking around her room with her bags on the floor and some boxes opened up, she nodded slowly, only half listening to Gavri'el as he told her he had things to do. He seemed to be a busy man as well, she remembered him telling her this a few times before, his work was intense, and he seemed to be at it quite a lot. She looked over her shoulder and smiled, about to bid him farewell but he was already gone. Rae blinked, hearing his shoes tap down the hall, she inhaled deeply before shrugging and getting to work. She closed her bedroom door and changed out of her clothes, no point in wearing such things when there was absolutely nothing outside of this house that she had to do.<br><br>So she looked through her own clothes and put on a pair of snug black shorts with a white line down the sides that reached her calves. She changed her shirt and slipped on a v-neck shirt that was green and showed off her hefty cleavage well. Once Rae was changed, she set forth to change up her room. She put away her things where she could find spaces, she tried to be organized, but Rae was never the neat kind. Humming as she worked, she heard the door ring but she figured Gavri'el would get it, however she did peak out and was confused at the appearance of two large men dressed in black with a skinny, blond woman right between them. She ducked her head back into her room and frowned as she turned and scratched the back of her head. Just who was that?<br><br>With a sigh, she shook her head, it was none of her business, it could be a partner of his in his company, or a family member even. There was no way of knowing for sure but even so Rae felt a tiny stirring in her stomach that made her frown. Nothing was going on and even if there was, it didn't concern her. After all, this marriage was a fake, nothing between them was real. Yet even as she tried to convince herself of that she felt her face flushing. But soon she just put her hair up and blamed it on moving things around in her room.<br><br>Rae was fervent in her working, she moved to her personal room and set up her systems, her computer, she checked her messages on her personal laptop while her desk top computer remained in the box, she would set it up later for when she had a proper desk. But for now she just looked around online and IM'ed Alex and Cyn who were both set on away but she left a simple, "I'm all moved in now." It would appear on their phones in time, crafty smart phones.<br><br>Rae thought at one point she heard something like a cry&nbsp; but she blamed it on an add on her laptop and set it aside to finish up what she could. She went back to her bedroom and began to put up her clothes, she noticed the other clothing there and smiled as she pulled dresses and blouses out along with skirts that were all her size. How nice of Gavri'el to supply her with formal wear. For that was what she saw them as, formal. She was not at all the type to wear such things for nothing, she liked to lounge around in shorts and tanktops, she enjoyed going out on casual dates and meetings with friends wearing jeans and cute tops. All of this just seemed like something to wear when they met his family.<br><br>With a shrug she turned and went to get her bathroom set up. It didn't take long and soon she was done. Curiosity tugged at her brain and she looked behind her, glaring at her bedroom door, she growled and went to it. Walking out she saw one of the men from earlier walking outside with a phone pressed to his ear. Looking down the halls where Gavri'el's office was, she gulped. Did she go and see what was going on? Or did she stay to herself.<br><br>Rolling her eyes, she knew the answer. Her mother had been incredibly curious and nosy, and so was Rae, there was no way to stop herself. Rae's bare feet touched the floor as she walked, softly towards his office. As she got closer she saw the door was cracked open and she could hear the continuous panting of a man. Her eyes narrowed and she tilted her head, what in the world? Deciding to risk it, she came a bit closer and looked, what she saw made her eyes go extremely wide and she clapped a hand over her plump lips. Straightening up she felt a flash of anger and disbelief course through her, her stomach tightened and she almost felt sick at what she saw.<br><br>But what could she do? It wasn't her place. And besides, he told her to never bother her in his office...but if this was the reason why he never wanted to be bothered, then why would she simply give in. This was ridiculous! How would he feel if she brought in random men and fucked them in her room, either one of them?! She straightened up, but suddenly a hand shoved out against her spine and she cried out as she pushed through the door, she landed hard on her hands and knees and glanced back to see the man she had seen before talking on the phone, his eyes narrowed in anger at her.<br><br>Rae looked up to the others, trying to decide what to do and just how bad of a situation she was in. But she remained in the same position, her ponytail hanging over her left shoulder and her eyes landing in disgust at the display of sex with ropes bound around the woman and a ball gag in her mouth. Jumping to her feet, Rae panted a few times before she just snapped out, "What the hell is going on?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Playing the Part, and Acting it Well (Reyne &amp; Black Orchid)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Black Orchid</strong> on <strong>30-01-2011, 02:33:49</strong>
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				Gavri’el noticed the rough entrance into his office, but he didn’t stop, the woman beneath him was nearly there; the other man wasn’t as occupied, as he tensed from his position on the couch. Gavri’el thrust into her one last time, and gripped her neck a little tighter, and then he felt it; the jerk of her body and the final constriction of her folds that meant they were halfway there. She had orgasmed, but his job wasn’t done until she did it again and again. Though Gavri’el had to stop, Rae was in the room, and she asked him a question. Gavri’el pulled himself out and slowly zipped himself up; he stood, and turned to Rae, looking at the confusion and mixed emotions on her face.<br><br>“Našiel kde by nemala.” The man said, going up behind Rae and reaching for her.<br><br>“Nedotýkajte sa jej.” Gavri’el told him quickly, and the man backed away. “She is not a product.” Gavri’el told him, he was sure Rae wouldn’t appreciate them talking in a different language; it wouldn’t matter if he talked in English, his workers could spoke English, only the woman on the floor wouldn't understand.<br><br>“So she’s yours?” The man asked, a heavier accent than Gavri’el’s.<br><br>“Yes, and she is free to roam.” Gavri’el said. He then turned to look at Rae, “Work, is what goes on in here; now return to your room, unless you wish to know why ‘killed the cat’ is at the end of Curiosity.” Gavri’el told, smiling at her in a condescending way.<br><br>He was telling her to leave, but she was welcome to challenged him if she wanted; Gavri’el truly didn’t mean to have her see this, but he could only guess she’d have to learn some time. If she wanted to be a real woman, she would have to learn that someday a man would be doing the same to her—especially if she stayed with him. Well, no, not exactly the same as he had with Miss Sylvia; Miss Sylvia had a problem, a problem her husband wanted her to fix—<em>him</em> to fix. She wasn’t a new case, just different; she couldn’t orgasm, because she needed a bit of rough housing. All women did, but Rae was much more fragile than that, she was a <em>lady</em>, and should be treated as such, and the first lesson for a lady was learning what a real woman was; starting with obedience—which she broke, albeit unintentionally, by coming in his study.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Playing the Part, and Acting it Well (Reyne &amp; Black Orchid)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Reyne</strong> on <strong>30-01-2011, 05:33:24</strong>
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				Rae watched as Gavri'el seperated himself from the woman on the floor, her eyes roamed over her and then to her fiance' with slight disgust and anger gleaming in her eyes those hazel orbs were sparkling golden with the brown and green hidden beneath as her chest rose and fell a bit faster and her fingers curled into fists. With him rising to his feet she took a small step back and frowned as she looked back at the strange man who was making a grab for her but then he stopped. <br><br>Hearing that she was Gavri'el's her chest heated up with fury and she scoffed, about to reject the idea but, she just kept her mouth shut in case these men would run around and tell of their false engagement, already. When Gavri'el told her to go back to her room she snorted and rolled her eyes, taking a few steps forward she said, "This isn't work you jerk, this is...I don't know what this is but."<br><br>She was a bit unsure of what to say, what could she say? She had never bothered to find out what he really did for a living and if this was what he stayed up in his office for the entire day, then she wasn't about to be alright with it. "Gavri'el, you never told me you tied random women up and fucked them, as a job.&nbsp; Seriously, what the hell am I supposed to think?" She glanced around and the snapped, "I'm your fiance', one would think that as having a future as your future wife I would at least KNOW what you USED to do," she tightened her jaw and then shrugged.<br><br>"Unless of course you're alright with me running a business in my own room and having numerous men come in and out to just be dominated by me, because if this is how it's going to be I think it's only fair." Rae actually sounded like a jealous fiance', and maybe she was, or maybe she was just pissed, she didn't know if she was acting anymore, but this feeling inside of her reminded her why she had stayed single for so long.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Playing the Part, and Acting it Well (Reyne &amp; Black Orchid)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Black Orchid</strong> on <strong>30-01-2011, 06:21:35</strong>
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				The two men looked on confused as Rae began to talk, they balked once they heard the word ‘Fiancée’; it nearly made Gavri’el laugh at the show she was putting on. It was not needed, as his men wouldn’t know, or care what he did with his business, it was none of their business, so they wouldn’t even dare to tell. Though, they knew every part of him, and these two were both of many who moved back to America with the company. Gavri’el did chuckle at her last part, because it wouldn’t happen, she was indeed his lady—he claimed her the moment he saw her—and he would be the one to break her.<br><br>“There is no need to play here, little Rae; they have no reason to hear your act no more than I do.” Gavri’el told her, it was just an act; of course she was confused—the sight was shocking—but that wasn’t real emotion of jealousy. “This <em>is</em> my work, this is what I do every day.” He said, walking over to her slowly, “This woman had a problem, and I was helping her with it. As you can see,” Gavri’el gestured behind him at the woman still on the floor, “she is complete now; fully and utterly Woman—bound, gagged, and vulnerable.” Though a woman could not be gagged, too, another good quality about women was screaming, but either or could work, too. “And trust me, little Rae, tough only business you could ever have is mostly preferred on your <em>back</em>.”<br><br>They all grinned, Gavri’el and the two other men, it must have tickled them so to hear her think of dominating a man; it was strange to hear a woman in Gavri’el’s presence say that. “She is not broken?” One of the men asked.<br><br>“You spoil her?” The other said, why else would she act so pompous, so boldly in front of them.<br><br>“She is just new.” Gavri’el answered, talking as if she wasn’t here, and practically she wasn’t, this was a conversation for the men. “She hasn’t learned, but that is fine, because she has yet to be taught.” Gavri’el then turned his attention back to Rae. “Do you truly believe you are dominant?” Gavri’el asked, mockery in his smile, an emotion that tried to appear on his lips many times he talked with her. “Do you even understand the first thing of being a dominant?” Or better yet, “Do you even understand that a woman cannot be dominant; there is no. such. thing.” Gavri’el challenged, what did she think of that, it was cute to see her play as one, but she could never be a real dominate—the thought was ridiculous—there was dominate men, and weak men, those men were what made women believe they could ever be dominate.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Playing the Part, and Acting it Well (Reyne &amp; Black Orchid)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Reyne</strong> on <strong>30-01-2011, 08:08:48</strong>
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				Glancing at the two strangers, she wondered just how close they were to Gavri'el and how much more they knew of him than she did. What was going on? The Gavri'el she knew was sweet, quiet, interesting and funny with his submissive qualities shining as bright as a star. But this...this was not the Gavri'el she knew and the more she looked at him in this room with so many things wrong then from what she saw three months ago, she wondered if she knew what she had really gotten herself into. If she had known...no, no, this was not personal, this was not a real marriage or a relationship, she was in it for the money even more then ever now.<br><br>The way he spoke to her made the muscle in her neck jerk, she inhaled and narrowed her golden eyes at him as he spoke to the others as if her presences were simply see through. Her head tilted a bit and her tongue flickered through the middle of her lips as she tossed her eyes back and huffed as she looked at the door. She wanted to make a run for it but he began to talk to her again, challenging her with words that made her want to hide in embarrassment. <br><br>However, her fiery personality and the stubborness embedded in her body made her take a step towards him, and then another, and then another before they were simply two inches away and she could smell the sex on his clothes, on his skin. Her eyes locked onto his and she tilted her head before saying, "That's where I believe you're wrong. There is such a thing, women are much more dominant in men, especially in life. Without a woman you would never be here, and without the women in your life you would never be in this predicament. You let your babicka dominate you and your personal life quite well, not only that but it would seem even your aunt, possibly your cousin, has had their tries at you."<br><br>Coming a bit closer, they were now touching and her hands came up to shove at his chest, and she took a little step back, "Perhaps I am not as dominant as them but I am much more then a woman like this," she pointed to the blond on the floor, "Who allows herself to be bound and gagged because she has a problem that won't satisfy a man, I'm guessing, by the ring on her finger." With a shake of her head she turned on her heel and said, "But what do I know right? Anyway, keep going with your work, Mr. Lancer, I'm sure your product is eager to continue."<br><br>Her hips swung vigurously as she walked out and her hair flipped behind her with her fists tight at her side and her cheeks red and hot with anger as she made her way back to her bedroom.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Playing the Part, and Acting it Well (Reyne &amp; Black Orchid)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Black Orchid</strong> on <strong>30-01-2011, 22:07:32</strong>
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				Gavri’el smirked widen as she came over to him, he looked down at her—like he ought—once she was closer; he listened to what she had to say to him, and boy was it lovely—lovely ignorance. How cute, he loved her view on life; of course they would be nothing without women, just like how they would without money, houses, <em>items</em>. Gavri’el needed a woman just as much as he needed a bed, to sleep on when he needs energy, and to ignore until night came again. To fill their needs—men needed women for a lot of things, and of course it was important; yes, child birth was vital, and maybe their most prominent use. Oh, and yes, a woman did place him in this predicament, only because a man had tempted her; she knew nothing of his babička reasoning, but he couldn’t tell her that, <em>not yet</em>, he’ll save that for a rainy argument along the years. Oh, how close she was, she was correct, his aunt and cousin did ‘try’ him; his older cousin was beautiful, and he just couldn’t say no to his aunt, but that was years ago—they’d have no idea of him now. Gavri’el steadied himself against her shove, he wanted to grab her, only to pull her closer—he liked a little rough housing—but she already stepped back. He smiled at her comment, she wasn’t a woman, fully, but he hoped that didn’t let her down too much, for he was here to help her; she needs only just to ask.<br><br>“Goodnight, Rae, I’ll see you tomorrow.” Gavri’el said, but she was already gone. Boy was she heated, when have she ever called him by his last name? Well, at least she had left, it maybe wasn’t in obedience, but they’d work on that tomorrow.<br><br>One of the men whistled, and the other chuckled, “Her teeth are sharp.” The man said, laughing a little.<br><br>“That is fine, let’s just finish with Miss Sylvia, here.” Gavri’el said and turned to the woman. She was back to the beginning, and that was too bad, for she was most likely a little sore, but that was fine, they knew her trigger, so it was time to test again. Gavri’el walked over to her, and crouched down, unzipping himself, he left his pants up—like always—and entered her.<br><br>It was only two hours later when they stopped, it was a bit over kill, Gavri’el could appreciate a fast fuck, but he just wanted to see how many times she could come, and he was satisfied with the amount. The woman was untied, and cleaned up as much as a woman could with a ripped dress. The two men left with her, along with the paperwork; like an animal, she was evaluated and graded, a letter that would go to her husband. Gavri’el didn’t cum, he couldn’t with a woman, nothing could do it for him, and nothing ever would, but that was fine, he wasn’t important; it was a woman screaming and withering beneath him that was the goal. Gavri’el didn’t see Rae the rest of the day, he didn’t know if she was avoiding him, but he was surely avoiding her, she had just moved in, and though there was no plane involved, jet lag was sure to make her a little run down. He’d talk with her tomorrow, maybe in the morning. Tell her about his sisters, and how they would like to meet her. Of course she was more than welcome to avoid them, but it was a hard chore to avoid the oldest one, for she was very persistent. Gavri’el decided to sleep it off, as long as Rae didn’t leave, he was fine with that, not that he’d actually allow her to, though.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Playing the Part, and Acting it Well (Reyne &amp; Black Orchid)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Reyne</strong> on <strong>30-01-2011, 22:32:35</strong>
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				That night Rae stayed within her room, working up a fury as she set up a few more things and texted her friends, wanting to keep her mind off of whatever had just happened in there. She could not tell her best friends what had happened, for she knew them, they would be running in her with guns and blazes of glory just to rescue her as if she were in a damsel in distress. Which was dumb because she was not a damsel, not in the least bit, she had put herself in this situation, simple as that. She could pull out whenever she wanted to, but she needed to stay. For the money and for her pride. She was tired of being the woman who constantly had the failed relationships. She needed to have some pride and when this all ended she might be single, but she would be a millionaire and her friends would finally be able to understand.<br><br>Rae told herself these things as she opened up her desk top computer and began to do some work, it was the only way she could let off any steam. She did her work but she did a few side projects too, angry, red, grungy looking pieces of graphic art came onto her screen and her jaw was set with the muscle clenching in her cheek as her music blared in her personal rec room, which wasn't heard very well outside of the doors, which was fine with her since the guitars were blaring and the drums were slamming with rather raw lyrics coming from the speaker.<br><br>The thing that got to her most however was her reaction. Why was she feeling like she had just been actually betrayed? It made no sense. This was all a lie, and even more, he was a lie. So why it was she felt as if he had just stabbed her in the back, she didn't know. Maybe it was because she actually started liking him she at least wanted to be friends with her future hoax of a husband, but now she didn't know if that was even possible. He wasn't friendly or even that approachable to her, and this was just after the first day of living with him.<br><br>God, why was she stupid? Her feelings always got the best of her and she was never able to push them aside for anything. But she would have to start learning, this was ridiculous and to think Gavri'el could be someone she stayed in touch with until she was old was stupid. She had better things to do and a new face to put on in this house, she wasn't going to be broken from this marriage, she would learn in time and adapt, and find ways to stay clear of him, that was all she could do.<br><br>The next morning when Rae woke up she took a nice hot shower and washed her hair and body until she smelled like fruits and sweetness, she towelled off and changed into a pair of skinny jeans that were light blue and a simple black shirt and black flats on her feet, she brushed and dried her hair and went down stairs as her stomach began to growl at her so she could look inside of the kitchen and try to sniff out a breakfast for herself.<br><br>Humming softly she walked around the fancy area and looked through the fridge and pantry until she found some cereal, milk, and a bowl and spoon, which took longer then she expected, there were so many cabinets and the sound of the small doors and drawers opening and closing filled the kitchen while she searched.<br><br>Once she found everything she sat down and took out her phone, contacting a few of the companies she worked for and looking through her email as she ate.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Playing the Part, and Acting it Well (Reyne &amp; Black Orchid)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Black Orchid</strong> on <strong>31-01-2011, 22:29:31</strong>
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				Gavri’el had already had his meal for the morning as he heard the bustling inside his kitchen; it had to be Rae, he wondered what she was cooking. Gavri’el wore one of his many undistinguished black slacks and black shoes; he also wore a green turtle neck that was made of cashmere material. Walking into the kitchen, Gavri’el spotted her jeans first, and frowned; they were tight like heaven, but he didn’t really like the feel of her material. Well, he guest sneaking a grab at her ass was out of the question.<br><br>“You look beautiful today, Rae. Though I could agree that it’s fine for you to have covered your legs with that awful material; you wouldn’t want them scared during your heavy cooking.” It was sarcastic, he remembered she said she couldn’t cook, and that wouldn’t do; a woman needed to know how to cook, from breakfast to dessert. Sadly, cereal was a poor excuse for a meal. “Cereal is a poor excuse for a meal, Rae.” Gavri’el said, going over to the pantry and pulling out flower and sugar. He then went to the refrigerator and pulled out large eggs, celery, and sausage. He then went to a rack on the counter and pulled out a large onion, reaching under the cabinet beneath it, he pulled out the oil. Placing those in the pile with the rest, Gavri’el went to another cabinet and pulled out a large and medium bowl. Reaching in the drawers of the island he had the stuff on, he pulled out a string of measuring cups. “If you want to be a good wife, you should learn how to cook.” Gavri’el said looking at the phone in her hand. “You say you’re fully a woman; then cook me breakfast.” He wasn’t hungry, but he wanted to bother her. The first rule of breaking a dominant woman was to challenge her; it made them want to show their dominance, and once Rae showed it to him fully, he could point out the holes, and pick her like a vulture.<br><br>Usually he didn’t handle dominant women; that was a treat reserved for special occasions. So not only would he be stripping her of these ridiculous illusion of ever being a dominant over men, he could also slip in his basic lessons. First was obedience, she couldn’t be a woman until she learnt to listen to those above her—though bed lessons would come much later. He was blatantly telling her to make him breakfast, and he said it in a way that told it was her job to do so.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Playing the Part, and Acting it Well (Reyne &amp; Black Orchid)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Reyne</strong> on <strong>31-01-2011, 23:54:49</strong>
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				Glancing up from her phone, Rae frowned around a mouthful cereal before she chewed it up and swallowed. She gave his appearance a once over before she looked back to her email from one of her clients and smiled at the words there. When he spoke, she simply nodded towards him, acknowledging that she knew she was beautiful, just to make sure he knew she didn't need confirmation from him. And when he talked about her jeans and her cookies she looked at him with eyes that could cut through metal. "Cereal is a great excuse for a meal, Mr. Lancer," she went back to her cowl as he went around the kitchen, making noises as he picked up things and brought out types of ingredients and foods that she had no interest in. With the bowls and cups joining the articles of food she sighed and straightened up. Getting to her feet she walked around him, listening as he told her she needed to cook. She just brought her bowl to the sink and washed it quickly before setting it up in the cabinet.<br><br>At his challenge she turned and looked at him a bit boredly before she shrugged and said, "Sure alright," coming up to the counter she pushed him out of the way. Looking at what she had to work with she sighed and then began. "Let's see," she then began to crack the eggs and cut up the celery while she put on the frying pan and began to thaw out the sausage. Looking at the onion, she cut it up as well into large, crescent shaped slices before tossing it in with the others as she mixed it all up. Truth be told she had no idea what she was doing, and that was the point, she didn't care. She just tossed it all in and made it seem like she had an idea but in her mind she hardly cared if the sausage was raw or not or if there were egg shells. <br><br>She whistled as she poured it all into the pan and used a spatula to make the eggs bubble and mix in with the other ingredients, "Oh," she reached over and tossed in some flour and sugar, in ten minutes she had a horrible looking thing which she slapped onto a plate and tossed it down with a loud clank in front of Gavri'el, "Enjoy." She saluted, turned and walked out into the livingroom.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Playing the Part, and Acting it Well (Reyne &amp; Black Orchid)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Black Orchid</strong> on <strong>01-02-2011, 08:30:07</strong>
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				Gavri’el smiled when she came over, he knew that tone; she was reading herself to do something sassy. He watched as she came up and pushed him away—God, did he like that, he wanted her to sl—no, thoughts like that was better left unfinished, less he loose himself. He watched as she got to work, it was beautiful; she looked so natural, for a second, Gavri’el would have thought she knew exactly what she was doing. But she didn’t, he knew that, not only because she was slicing things wrong and practically throwing eggs about; he knew this, because he was an excellent cook—a master chef. <br><br>Gavri’el lied to her when he told her he couldn’t cook, with expert eyes; he could see everything she was doing wrong, form the manhandling of the ingredients, to the posture of her back. Gavri’el tried not to grade her like the expert he was, but he nearly choked once she started to pour the flour and sugar into whatever the abomination she was passing off as breakfast. Gavri’el was leaning against the island as she dropped the plat in front of him; he smirked up at her and watched as she left. He picked up a piece of the unevenly cooked… mush, and grinned like the Cheshire cat; she couldn’t cook, but she followed orders quite nicely.<br><br>She was no dominant, just an average woman who liked to play ‘owner’; she was very submissive to his advances at her title, picking a fight might have been more hotheaded than dominant, but leaving and doing nothing was just submission. He wondered what she thought when he told her to cook; he wondered what she would think when he told her to do a lot of other things. Gavri’el followed right behind her with his hands in his pockets, watching as her hips shook with firm fullness; damn, he was going to reach out for her, even if he had to feel the sickening twilled cotton.<br><br>“I didn’t enjoy it, Rae.” Gavri’el said plainly, mimicking her footsteps. “Though I didn’t eat it, I am so sure it would taste awful—the flour and sugar was for pancakes, you know.” He continued, though it was probably horrible before she poured the flour and sugar in. Gavri’el turned wherever she turned; he had no place to go, really, so it didn’t bother him to follow her—all day if he had to. He continued to follow her until he took larger steps, legs much longer than her tiny ones; he made it in front of her and stretched his arm out to block her path, “Hopefully that cunt of yours is much tastier than the dish you’ve made.” Gavri’el said huskily, bending down in front of her face. If she couldn’t cook, then she had better mastered putting out, because there was only so much that made a woman useful.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Playing the Part, and Acting it Well (Reyne &amp; Black Orchid)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Reyne</strong> on <strong>01-02-2011, 09:46:04</strong>
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				Hearing the steady pattering of foot steps behind her, Rae rolled her eyes and just let her arms swing at her sides as she had to refrain herself from turning on him, or pushing him down, kicking him, slapping him. Whatever it was that tempted her Rae knew she had to refrain from it. She couldn't allow him to win, and besides, if they did meet his family this week a split lip or a bruised cheek may be a bit hard to explain other then, "He fell." When he spoke to her, she glanced over her shoulder, "Oh? You didn't. What a pity. I really did the best I could." She smirked, and then said, "Oh I know what the flour and sugar were for, Mr. Lancer, I'm not stupid."<br><br>Nor was she a complete disaster in the kitchen, she may not have been a master but she knew the basics and what she did warranted someone to vomit if they ever ate that. The sausage was probably still cold on the inside and she could bet the eggs were runny. Ah well, it wasn't her problem, she never made crap like that for breakfast anyway, if he had wanted her to make an omelette then he really should have gone somewhere else. Her mornings consisted of either cereal, coffee, or biscuits. And she was very content with those things too, so she saw no need to change up the system.<br><br>Rae was about to go up the stairs and into her room when Gavriel's arm came out and hit the tops of her breasts before she took a small step back and blinked as he turned and bent down into her face. Her eyes widened a bit at what he said before her cheeks went pink and she scoffed, "Of course my cunt is tastier then that, but it looks like that dish will never be served to you."<br><br>She slapped his arm down and then said, "Now excuse me, I have work to do," she ducked around him and went walking speedily up the stairs in case he tried to follow her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Playing the Part, and Acting it Well (Reyne &amp; Black Orchid)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Black Orchid</strong> on <strong>02-02-2011, 21:04:28</strong>
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				Gavri’el smiled at what she said, not so much as what she said, but more of that she actually said it. He saw the pink in her face, and the fluster in her eyes; she held some form of virtue in her. She wasn’t a whore, she was able to hold some form of embarrassment around that subject, and even—dare he say it—deny him. That was a woman’s next lesson; there was a thin line between being a seductress and a slattern—both was fun, but only one was classy and acceptable for marrying. Gavri’el moved to the side as she pushed his arm away, and followed after her. She was quick, but she couldn’t possibly out walk him, not with her short stature. Gavri’el was right behind her as they reached the top, meeting his office doors, he reach out and grabbed her hips; Gavri’el pulled her back sharply to hit against his body, and lowered his head near her ear. “We’ll see about that, Rae.”<br><br>He wasn’t serious, he didn’t expect her to want to sleep with him willingly, and he wasn’t a man of force; though he wanted to taste her cat—especially when she walked about his home so naturally—he only wanted to harass her. She’d break soon, maybe not this year, but soon; she’d realize how much he was right, and give in. Gavri’el slid his hand around her hips to her ass and squeezed it; it was the first time he ever touched her in that sort of fashion, and he savored the feeling of her taut form beneath her tight jeans, even though the movement was swift and he pulled away quickly.<br><br>“Enjoy your work, Rae,” Gavri’el started, placing his hands in his pockets, “Shall I bring you a few condoms?” He remembered what she said before when she found out about his job. “Or possibly a spatula and a pan—no, you’re not really good at cooking, are you—should I bring you a duster and vacuum cleaner?” He was certainly mocking her, he knew the job she did, and she was truly good at it, but he wanted to see her reaction.
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