The City of Sin
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		<h2 id="linktree">Play-By-Post: Bondage, D/s, S&amp;M =&gt; Bondage: Human Solos =&gt; Topic started by: Samael Grimaldi on 29-07-2009, 23:51:18</h2>
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				Title: <strong>The City of Sin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Samael Grimaldi</strong> on <strong>29-07-2009, 23:51:18</strong>
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				The city had felt the chill of death that evening; the familiar red clock that had belonged so long ago to a cheerful young girl had served as a catalyst for fear that eve, summoning the beasts of the night upon an innocent victim. A reminder that while light may provide the illusion of safety the night returns each cycle to let loose the dogs of war and whatever nightmarish creatures that choose to follow.<br><br>This hungry demon was hidden well by the guise of man; it was easy to shadow his true visage from sight amongst all this sinful corruption. The vibrant twinkle of the stars was difficult to appreciate through the glare coated glass windows lining his office; it was a bit superfluous that he keep an office within the company headquarters but it gave him an escape from his other duties.<br><br>“What invaluable object shall I unleash tonight, if any” he wondered allowed in a lavish tone more mature than his body would suggest.<br><br>A subtle sigh of boredom left his lips as he moved toward his personal liquor cabinet to pour himself a snifter of brandy; the mortal world provided so many simple pleasures that hell could not. As he savoured the unique aroma drifting from the glass he leaned casually against the edge of his desk. He appeared quite picturesque in that position, the graceful movements of his body were unearthly in a way, alluring and inviting. <br><br>Samael swallowed back a large mouthful of the libation, knowing full well that the alcohol wouldn’t manage to tarnish his already tainted blood. With a snap of his fingers the hearth mere feet away ignited in a roar, bringing orange decadence to the already appealing room.<br><br>Just as he had comfortably seated himself on the leather couch before the flames a knock came at his door, it was uncommon at this particular hour to find company but nonetheless he welcomed them in.<br><br>“Please, come in” he replied simply.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The City of Sin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>30-07-2009, 02:05:00</strong>
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				Celeste Lawrence had started working at L.J. &amp; Associates fresh out of college, degree in hand. First it was as a receptionist eventually working her way up to being one of the most valuable personal assistants in the company. She was groomed by one of the partners in the firm to move forward and now twelve years later she was one of the youngest CEO's in the industry.<br><br>Determination to get ahead had left her putting almost everything else on hold, a family, a social life, to be the best, she had to beat the best and she took great pleasure in crushing her competition. It was the reasons most of her relationships didn't work out, she was too focused on her work and she'd never met a man who could handle her strong nature. She rarely gave it any thought.<br><br>Often working late hours, she thought nothing of it when one of the board members had asked to spend the night going over quarterly reports, and truth be told, there were far more boring ways to spend a night than working with Samael.&nbsp; Devilishly handsome and often entertaining, she enjoyed his company, far less stodgy than some of the other board members she'd had to work with.<br><br>Entering his office she had to admire the decor, for the small amount of time he spent here, he'd really gone all out.<br><br>"Ready to jump into these reports?"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The City of Sin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Samael Grimaldi</strong> on <strong>30-07-2009, 02:25:03</strong>
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				The exotic dancing of the flames had seduced his vision, drawing him into the heated passion that had no name or emotional complications to damage its beauty. When Celeste slipped into his office he was barely aware of her presence, so distracted by the spectacle taking place within his hearth. After a few seconds he broke from the reverie that had befell him; finishing the last mouthful in his glass he turned his smouldering green vision upon his attractive company.<br><br>“I’m as ready as humanly possible,” he grinned, amused by the prospect of being human.<br><br>The leather of the couch creaked loudly as he stood up and returned to his large mahogany desk, he’d spent a small fortune making this room suitable and yet he barely spent any time in it.<br><br>“Would you like to go over them at my desk, or sit more comfortably by the couch?” Samael set his glass down on the silver tray near the bookshelf behind his desk.<br><br>Without waiting for her to decide he moved behind her, gently allowing the warmth of his open hand to run across the hard contours of her waist, crossing that small groove marking her spine. He took a deep breath while his free hand reached in front of her to grab the stack of documents away from her grasp.<br><br>“This is going to be a dull read, but I fear if I don’t do my due diligence the other members might have a fit” in reality he couldn’t care less.<br><br>As he took a seat back on the couch his attention briefly scanned the paper in his hand, it was a feeble attempt to look interested.<br><br>“Of course this could all be a ruse to lure you to my office where we might be alone,” a tiny smirk tugged at his fine lips; glancing up at Celeste he offered a subtle but promising wink. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The City of Sin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>30-07-2009, 03:02:51</strong>
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				Standing behind her, she felt chills go up and down her spine and a warmth spread over her. It was making her a little uncomfortable, and was glad when he moved over to the couch. <br><br>"The other members of the board are going to skim the pages and use the same tired phrases that are general so they don't sound as if they hadn't in fact read it"<br><br>Walking over to small bar he had set up, she helped herself to a glass the closest thing that was open before joining him on the couch.<br><br>"You don't mind do you?, afterall if you did lure me here so that we could be alone, the least you could do is offer me a drink"<br><br>Opening up the various reprots and laying it out, she could tell he had no intention of actually doing the work. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The City of Sin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Samael Grimaldi</strong> on <strong>03-08-2009, 20:00:06</strong>
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				The subtle flicker of flame soothed his senses as he casually perused the paper in his hand, it was the usual dry reading that made his head ache with the sickly touch of normality. With a yawn he slipped off his dress shoes and crossed his legs on top of the coffee table, settling into the couch he tossed the report into the fire, watching with bright eyes as it was consumed.<br><br>“Maybe a drink will help you loosen up” he chuckled in that low, silken voice. “I can’t imagine what that might be like” he teased.<br><br>After a few more sips from his glass he was without a beverage once again; sighing he slipped off the couch and moved to pour more brandy. With his glass full he shrugged off his jacket and loosened the tie around his neck along with collar before returning to his spot on the couch.<br><br>“Are you really in a working sort of mood?” fingers ran through his hair as he sank down next to her; “Don’t lie now,” the warm tickle of his fingers brushed along the top of her knee, stopping just before the hem of her skirt.<br><br>“What else could we do though?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The City of Sin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>03-08-2009, 20:56:54</strong>
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				"Haven't you heard the word around the office? The only sort of mood I have is for work, these reports truly are dull, but..."<br><br>Mildly surprised by his touch Celeste lost her train of thought. He didn't have the reputation of being a flirt, in fact she couldn't remember ever hearing a single word about him and a romantic life. A ruthless businessman yes, a lothario, no.&nbsp; There were worse things she decided than some harmless flirting with someone so very attractive, the cold manner in which he did business she found quite appealing and wondered if he'd be surprised to know that she'd followed his moves to learn as much as she could while rising through the company.<br><br>"If we aren't going to work on these reports, we should probably call it a night, its getting late and I'm sure you have better things to do"<br><br>She was already planning how she'd salvage the evening. There were about three dozen phone calls she could be returning back in her own office, glancing at her watch she realized she hadn't eaten yet, though that wasn't all too unusual.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The City of Sin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Samael Grimaldi</strong> on <strong>11-08-2009, 21:38:05</strong>
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				A pale light entered the room cast by the full moon; it was an ominous glow that promised something sinister and yet fruitful. With the reports in hand he circled the room for a few minutes pretending to read them again however his attention couldn’t have been more divided. Yawning he tossed the paper into the fire with a casual twist that turned him to face his delightful company, a smile curling his lips.<br><br>“Since it’s clear that I’ve no interest in perusing these boring pages perhaps I could borrow you for dinner, after all dining alone at a fancy restaurant isn’t exactly enjoyable” he had no intention of taking no for an answer.<br><br>Grabbing her hand gently he tugged her off the couch, locking their arms together he lead them to the elevator. As they reached the ground floor and the doors opened a limousine arrived with perfect timing to pick them up. The door opened as if commanded by some invisible force, he offered her a seat and after she had slipped inside he joined her.<br><br>“Where would you like to go, my dear?” his hand brushed her knee as he slid closer leaving very little distance between them. The driver had raised the black shield to give them privacy, or at least this was how he had wanted it to seem for the car was in fact guided by magic and nothing more.<br><br>“I hope I’m not making you uncomfortable, you seem a bit tense”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The City of Sin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>12-08-2009, 01:29:00</strong>
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				It all happened so quickly she never had a chance to accept his dinner invitation or decline it, though there were certainly far less interesting ways to spend an evening. <br><br>"The last time I ate a meal that wasn't delivered to my desk was quite a while ago, so I would be no help in picking out someplace to dine, I'm sure wherever you choose will be fine"<br><br>The limo was as decadent as any she'd seen, the man had style, she'd give him that. This would actually be a good opportunity for her, she'd never had the chance to sit down with him and talk when it wasn't regarding business. While her own position in the company had been well earned and demanded a lot of time, dedication and respect, she knew in the business world, he was also admired and in some circles feared, she wanted to know why.<br><br>He had moved in so close she could feel his breath on her, and his hand brushing up against her knee was not an altogether unpleasant experience. She shook her head, she didn't have time for a casual fling that could jeopardize her career, no matter how much he was making her heart jump at the moment.<br><br>"No, no not at all, its just been a very long day, the distraction should be nice"
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